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Home Alone

by Victor Thomas

September- October 2020


School has been kind of weird this year, what with this covid-19 virus that's going around, but you already know all that, so why am I telling you. School has been going on for about three weeks now and things are at least somewhat normal. If you call wearing a mask everywhere, and having your temperature taken every time you enter the building, normal. But at least it's still open, so I guess that's something.

I'm Jared Holmes by the way, and I'm a sophomore this year. I just turned fifteen on August 17 th , which was also the first day of school. How fucked up is that? And I'm gay, but no one knows about that, so please don't say anything. I don't know if I'm ready to come out yet or not, but that's the only way I'm going to find myself a boyfriend I suppose, so I guess I'll have to eventually. I'm just not sure how my parents will react when they find out, but I have a feeling it will not be good.

My parents aren't religious or anything like that. In fact, the last time I was in a church was when my cousin got married last year. It's just that dad is one of those hard-core Trump followers, and my mother is almost as bad. They actually went to the big campaign rally down in Tulsa, back in July. I don't dare tell them that I think the man is a complete asshole, who should have never been elected in the first place, and should have been thrown out of office three years ago. I wish I was eighteen just so I could vote for Biden this November.

But dad is also a navy veteran, as is mom, and here in the last week or so, they are really starting to question everything about the President. I guess the way he disparaged veterans, calling them losers and suckers, and referring to war hero Senator McCain as a loser as well for being a POW, and running down all his General's and Admiral's, is finally getting them to see Trump for what he really is. Let's just hope that enough of them are convinced so we can throw this fool out of office come November.

But enough about that bullshit. You know all this and I'm sure you're not interested in the opinion of a fifteen-year-old boy.

So, on to more important things, like finding myself a boyfriend. I know there are other gay boys besides me in my school. Don and Aiden have been dating for almost a year now, and then Logan and Jayden both came out last year, and over the summer I guess they started dating. Now they all four go around school, holding hands and kissing occasionally. Now that's hot! I just hope I can find someone so I can do the same. There's one other openly gay boy, Glenn, but I think he might be going with Randy, even though Randy has never come out, not as far as I know anyway. I think I would have heard about something like that.

But, maybe not. I mean, being gay in Chouteau High School is not that big a deal, and hasn't been for several years. There's been several gay boys over the last several years and most everyone just accepts them. Which is the way it should be everywhere. If only.

I've kind of had a crush on Blake for the last year, but of course, I've never said anything to him. The only other person who even knows that I'm gay is my best friend, Timothy, and he found out by accident. We were at my house one afternoon earlier this year, and he started talking about girls, and who he thought was hot, and what he would like to do with them.

"Don't you think that Stephanie is hot?" he asked. "I'd love to get her in bed. I'd do anything and everything you can imagine to her."

"Yeah, sounds like fun," I said, clearly unenthused. "Eat her pussy, fuck her, all that crap. I get it, Tim."

"You don't sound very excited, Jared," he said. "What are you, a fag or something? Who gets you hot?"

This is where I fucked up.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I said. "What's wrong with being gay?"

"If you don't know, I can't explain it to you," he said. "Gay guys are disgusting. The shit they do to each other, that's just fucked up. They should all just be rounded up and shot."

"You don't really mean that, Tim, do you?" I asked. "Seriously, that's what you think?"

"You're damn right that's what I think," he said. "Don't tell me that you're a faggot. You can't be. You're my best friend."

"I'm afraid so," I said. "And I prefer the word gay, not faggot. I'm about as gay as they come."

"But you don't look gay, you don't act gay," he said. "How could you possibly be a disgusting faggot?"

"I was born this way," I told him. "It's what I am."

"I need to get the fuck out of here," he said. "I can't be friends with a perverted faggot. You probably think all kinds of perverted shit when you look at me. Damn, I can't believe this shit! Jesus Christ! My best friend a fucking queer."

"If that's the way you feel, then get the fuck out," I shouted. "Stay out of my life and fuck off!"

With that, he turned and stormed out of my room and out the front door, slamming it behind him, cussing the entire way. Good riddance, I thought. I thought he was my friend, but I guess not. I'm glad I found out for sure. I just hope he keeps his big mouth shut. I'm not ready to come out, not yet anyway.

It's really too bad, because Tim and I have been best friends since we were babies. We were born a week apart, and my mom has pictures of us playing together in my play pen, and many more she's taken over the years as we've grown up.

The next day he just glared at me when we passed each other in the hallway, and he sat at another table during lunch. This went on for the rest of the week. My other friends noticed and asked what had happened, and I told them we had gotten into a big fight, but I didn't give them any details, and didn't want to talk about it. They finally quit talking about it and moved on to other topics.

Imagine my surprise when I heard the doorbell ring on Saturday morning, and then a few seconds later there was a knock on my bedroom door. I opened it, and there stood Tim. He looked like he was about to cry as he wrapped his arms around me in a hug.

"I'm so, so sorry, Jared," he said. "I had no right to say all the things I said earlier this week. Can you ever forgive me?"

"What the hell?" I said. "I thought you hated me."

"I did hate you," he admitted. "I hated your guts for lying to me, for being gay. I just didn't understand, and I still don't, completely."

"So, what changed?"

"I thought about everything you had said, which just pissed me off even more, at first. Then after I calmed down and could think clearly, I realized that you had never really tried to do anything to me. Then I got on my computer and did a little reading. Plus, the next day I happened to run into Aiden and Don, so I decided to ask them some questions. They kind of set me straight, so to speak, on all this. I also talked to Logan for a few minutes. And then Jayden. I was really surprised when Logan came out, but Jayden was pretty obvious. That's what confused me, Logan, Don and Aiden don't act gay at all, and yet they are. Jayden is gay as hell, and everyone can see that. You're not anything like that. I would never have guessed if you hadn't said anything."

"Just like there are all kinds of guys out there, Tim, there are all kinds of gay guys. We really are an endless variety."

So, I found out," he admitted. "And that's what got me to thinking about you. We've been friends our whole lives, and I missed you, even if it was only for a week. If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I'd like to be best friends again."

"Of course, I can forgive you," I said. "I missed you, Tim."

He hugged me again, and we held each other for several seconds before letting go of each other. We both had tears in our eyes.

"How about we go to the Hornet's Nest for some ice cream," he said. "I'm buying."

"In that case, I'm going to order the largest ' Frosty Sting' they have."

"Order whatever you want," he said. "We might as well eat a hamburger and fries before we get the ice cream."

So, that's what we did. We sat there and talked for over two hours, holding nothing back. When we left, I felt like not only had I gotten my best friend back, but I had gotten a better, more understanding friend in the process.

After we left the Hornet's Nest , he walked me home and came inside for the rest of the afternoon, and we sat watching TV, and just talking and having fun.

As he was leaving later that night, he said, "I don't care if you get a sex change and marry a goat! You'll always be my best friend."

Before I could respond, he threw his arms around me again, and squeezed. I wanted to say thank you, but instead all that came out were tears. My body shook, and my nose ran, but the funny thing is, I hadn't felt happier in years. When he finally released me, it was clear that he had been crying as well.

All this had happened back in April, right before the school, as well as most everything else, was closed down because of the coronavirus.

Tim caught up with me after school to walk home with me. We had both just recently gotten our driver's license so we could have driven to school I suppose, but I only live about half a mile from the school so I usually walk or ride my bike, except if it happens to be raining. I suppose I'll probably drive everyday once it turns cold in another month or so. Up until just the last month I might as well not even have had a license since just about everything was closed down, but now things have slowly started opening back up in the larger cities around here, so maybe I can go to the mall, see a movie or eat out somewhere on occasion, either with Tim or hopefully with my future boyfriend, once in a while. I just want to get out of Chouteau for a change, without having to ask my older brother to drive me, and now I can. Scott can be a pain in my ass sometimes, but he also looks out for me when I need him to.

"I heard this rumor today," he said.

"What did you hear this time?"

Like any high school anywhere in the world, there are always all kinds of rumors floating around. Who's dating who, which couple broke up, who's fucking who, just all kinds of crazy shit.

"Well, I heard that your boy Blake is gay," he said. "I heard he got caught checking out some of the guys after gym class today."

"That's not unusual," I said. "I do that all the time myself, as does every other boy, whether they'll admit it or not."

"I figured you did, Jared." He said. "I mean, it must be a gay boy's paradise, being in that locker room and showers with all those naked guys."

"It doesn't suck," I said. "But I'd love to do some of that, believe me."

"That's way too much information, dude. But I get it. If I could be in the girl's locker room and showers, I'd be thinking the same thing."

"You wish you could be."

"You're damn right I do."

We both laughed at that. Ever since our fight last April, Tim and I have not only become better friends, but we're able to talk about who we find attractive. I can tell he's slightly uncomfortable when I talk about guys, but he's cool about it.

"So, you've checked me out as well?" he asked

"Of course, I have, Tim. You're a very good-looking guy. I know that you're bigger than me down there, but not by much."

"Yeah, I noticed that as well," he admitted.

"So, you have checked me out?" I asked. "I never thought you'd admit to something like that."

"Only to you, Jared. But I think all guys do, even in they'll never admit it. We're all curious about what other guys have and how we measure up. Have you seen Jayden? Jesus H. Christ! He would make a race horse jealous. I swear that boy is packing almost seven inches. And he's a small kid."

"Yes, I've noticed," I said. "How could I not? Logan is one lucky mother fucker. Can you imagine?"

"If you say so, Jared," he said. "I try not to think about stuff like that."

"Sorry," I said. "I just get carried away sometimes. I guess it's because you're so easy to talk to about things like this."

"That's alright," he said. "I talk about pussy all the time and you listen to me, so it's only fair I listen to you. That's what best friends are for, to listen to each other."

"So, Blake is gay, huh?"

"I don't know that for a fact," he said. "That's just what I heard, but you know how rumors are. Mostly bullshit."

"Yeah, I know, but hopefully there is some truth to this one."

We continued talking and laughing for the next ten minutes, before we arrived at Tim's house. We went in, grabbed a soda out of his refrigerator, and then went back to his room to do our homework. Finally, around five o'clock, I left to go home for supper.

I don't know what to think about Blake. I hope like hell that the rumor is true, but I can't just assume it is. And even if it turns out to be true, I still don't know what to do. I can't just ask him out. Can I? I decided to wait a couple of more days and see what happens. I don't want to make a complete fool of myself if he's not, and yet if he is gay, I don't want to pass up the opportunity. I need time to figure things out.

Finally, two days later, I decided to take a chance and ask Blake out. I wasn't able to confirm anything for sure about him, but several of my friends had heard the same rumors. I can either take a chance or look back one day with regret. I've heard that old people usually look back and regret what they didn't do, rather than what they had done. I don't want to be an old man one day, wishing I had taken a chance with Blake. What's the worst that can happen? I suppose he could beat me up or something, but that seems unlikely. I think realistically, about the worst he can do is turn me down and then start spreading rumors about me. I have to try, though.

Today is Friday, and mom and dad are going to Branson for the weekend, Scott is going out with his girlfriend, Valerie, tonight, and will probably hang out with her most of the weekend, hopefully anyway. It's the perfect opportunity.

Finally, at the end of my last class, I had managed to work up the nerve to ask him. We shared government class together, and he sat two rows in front of me, and two rows over, giving me the perfect view.

Jesus, this boy is cute. Maybe not the cutest boy in school, but certainly in the top five, in my opinion anyway. He's probably five eight, with dark black hair and green eyes. That's a hell of a combination, I know. Quite a contrast with my smaller build of five, five, a hundred pounds, blond hair and green eyes. He is a little bigger than me and probably outweighs me by twenty pounds, more or less.

I was still sitting at my desk while the other students cleared out. Blake got up to leave as well, and I looked over at him and smiled.

I could feel myself trembling slightly as I said, "can I talk to you for a minute, Blake?"

He walked over and stood next to my desk and said, "sure. What's up, Jared?"

"I… I know we don't know each other that well, and this is probably not cool to ask, but I heard this rumor that you were gay."

He gave me an odd look, clearly blindsided by what I had just asked him. I thought for a second, he might hit me or something.

Finally, he said, "well, yeah, but I haven't really come out to anyone yet. A couple of my friends know, but that's it."

"Oh, I know what you mean," I said. "It's just hard to find someone, you know. I'm not out either, other than to Tim, my best friend."

We kept talking. It too, me a few minutes to notice, but I could see a hungry look in his eyes. He was interested in me. More than that, I was quite sure he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

It was a whole new experience for me. No guy had ever looked at me like this before. It kind of made me feel good about myself. I'm sure I had the same hungry look in my eyes.

"My parents are going to be gone all weekend," I said, "as will my brother. I'll be home alone."

He didn't say anything.

"Think you'd like to come over? We could… do something."

I think he knew that 'something' meant sex, at least I hoped he figured it out.

"Um… uh… I guess so," he finally managed to say. He just didn't know quite what to say to that.

I smiled. I nearly laughed. Blake was bigger than me and could probably mop the floor with me, and he was nervously responding to my asking him to come over to my house. It was almost like he was scared of me or something. It was kind of amusing.

"I'd really like to get together with you, Jared."

The emphasis he put on 'really' made it clear he was as desperate for sex as I was. He just about devoured me with his eyes. He looked hungry. He looked like he wanted nothing more in all the world than to just start ripping my clothes off.

"Why don't you come over about five," I said. "My parents should be gone by then, and hopefully Scott will be as well. I'll text you if anything changes between now and then."

The two of us quickly exchanged phone numbers and I gave him my address just in case, although he said he already knew where I lived. Chouteau is a small enough town that most people know where others live.

Mom and dad arrived home about twenty minutes after I got there. Scott was already home, but looked like he was ready to leave shortly. Him and Valerie were probably going to Joplin to do something tonight. The restaurants had started opening back up in July, and the movie theaters had recently opened as well, so they were no doubt going to make up for all they had missed over the summer.

"You guys are on your own for the next two days," dad said, handing both Scott and me twenty dollars apiece. "That's in case you want to go into town and eat. There's plenty of food in the refrigerator, so you should be good. Just don't do anything crazy and burn the house down."

Thanks, dad," Scott said. "Valerie and I are probably going over to Joplin tonight, if that's okay with you."

"That's fine, son," he said. "Have fun, just don't do anything you'll regret later."

Scott's face started turning red. "Don't worry, dad. I'm prepared for anything like that."

I knew what they were referring to, as did mom, and she didn't look to thrilled about it. She didn't say anything, however.

Dad then turned to me. "And what about you, Jared? You got a girlfriend yet?"

"Not yet, dad," I said. "I'm still looking."

"You'll find someone," mom said.

"I hope so."

"We'll be back Sunday evening sometime," mom said. "Just have fun, and no wild parties or anything like that."

"We won't, mom," Scott said.

They both walked out to their car and took off for Branson. Scott just looked at me and grinned.

"What?" I said.

"I didn't think you were interested in girls," he said.

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"I'm kidding, bro," he said. "You'll find someone soon, I'm sure."

I may have already, I thought, but it's not a girl.

"Well, I'm going out with Valerie tonight, so you're going to be here by yourself. Have fun."

"I will," I said. "I've got a friend coming over in a few minutes. We're gonna watch a movie or something."

I didn't say it, but I really hoped that Blake and me would do something besides watch television tonight. I pulled out my phone and texted him to let him know that he could come over anytime.

He replied that he was on his way and arrived about ten minutes later. Scott just grinned at me when he saw that it was Blake, rather than Tim. He just shook his head but said nothing.

"Hey, Blake," Scott said. "I was expecting Tim, not you when Jared said he had a friend coming over."

"Hey, Scott," Blake said. "Yeah, Jared asked me earlier if I wanted to come over. We're gonna watch TV or something."

"Whatever," Scott said. "You guys just have fun."

He looked over at me with a shit eating grin on his face, but said nothing. He's undoubtly heard the rumors about Blake as well.

"I'm headed over to pick up Valerie, and then we're going to Joplin later, so you guys enjoy."

With that, he turned and walked out the door and climbed into his car and took off.

"Well, he's gone," I said, "so we can watch a movie if you want, or we can do something else."

"I think I'd rather do something else," he said.

"Such as?" I said, giggling.

"Such as this," he said, pulling me toward him and kissing me, right on the lips, right there in the living room.

We stood there for several seconds before I finally pulled him down with me onto the couch, where continued to kiss and make out. Damn, it was hot, and a lot of fun. I could feel my jeans were straining to hold my hard cock, and I could feel that he was in the same condition.

It wasn't long before I reached over and pulled his t-shirt off, tossing it on the floor, and then he did the same with mine. Now we were both rubbing our bare chests together, and he was running his hands over me, as I was him as well. We were so busy kissing and making out that I didn't even hear the front door open until Scott was standing there.

"It's me, Jared," he said. "I forgot my…" He dropped his keys as he saw what was going on. "Shit!" He stood in the doorway, gawking at Blake and me making out.

"Oh, fuck," I said, looking up at him. Thank god all we had taken off was our shirts. How embarrassing.

"Oh, fuck is right," he said. "I had a feeling something like this was gonna happen when you showed up, Blake."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"Oh, come on, Jared," he said. "Everybody in school has heard about Blake. And I've suspected you were gay as well."

"What made you think that?" I asked. "Do I act gay?"

"No, nothing like that," he said. "I just heard you and Tim talking one day and came to that conclusion. I thought maybe you and him were fucking."

"We're not," I said. "Tim is as straight as they come. Him and I actually got into a big fight back in the spring over this."

"Is that what happened?" he asked. "I knew you guys were fighting, but I never knew why. I figured if you wanted to talk about it you would have, so I never asked."

"Yeah, that was the reason."

By now Blake had pulled his t-shirt back on and had stood up. "Maybe I should go," he said.

"Don't leave on my account, Blake," Scott said. "I forgot my wallet, which is why I came back. I'll just grab it and go. You guys can continue doing whatever you were doing."

"Thanks," I said. "So, you're cool with me being gay?"

"Yeah, I'm cool, Jared," he said. "It doesn't matter to me one way or the other. Like I said earlier, I kind of suspected. I just wondered if you would ever say anything. I never expected to find out like this, but it's cool. I'm glad you found someone."

"You said you suspected," I said. "Am I that obvious?"

"No, Jared, you're not obvious, at least not like you're thinking. Believe me, most people would never know. I just noticed that you never seemed to take an interest in girls like most guys your age, and the way you sometimes looked at other boys, a hungry look in your eyes. It doesn't take Sherlock Homo to figure it out." He laughed.

"So, was that weird for you?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

"Seeing two guys making out like that," I replied.

"Not really," he said. "Okay, maybe a little, but it's no big deal."

"You're not embarrassed to be with two gay guys, but you're straight," I said. "How does that work?"

"Well, it's not like I think you guys are disgusting or anything," he told us. "It's no big deal, really. I think most people get curious at some point in their life. I tried it once. Found out it's not too bad, if the person you're with knows what they're doing. I just like girls better, that's all."

"What!" I said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing from my brother. "You had sex with another guy? How the fuck did that happen?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly say I had sex with him, not technically anyway, unless you consider a blow job sex," he said. "Remember when I went to football camp last year?"


"Well, me and some of the guys were drinking, and I let a player on one of the other teams talk me into letting him blow me. I couldn't quite bring myself to touch him, but I did enjoy it, I won't lie to you, although I will likely never do anything like that again. I'm not ashamed of having been with a guy though, although if you ever say anything to anyone, I'll deny it ever happened, and I'll have to kick your ass."

"Lucky bastard," I heard Blake mumble.

Scott looked over at him and smiled. "So, I take it you would like to suck my dick as well, Blake."

"Well, yeah, actually I would, or I would have at one time, but since I'm with your brother now, it can never happen. But yeah, the thought is very hot." He looked at me and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, Jared."

"That's alright, Blake," I told him.

Scott just kind of smiled and laughed a little at what Blake had said. He didn't seem to be upset at all like I thought he might be. My brother is weird sometimes.

I laughed at his off handiness. I still wasn't sure why some guys didn't consider a blow job as 'sex' but a lot of people don't. I wasn't going to argue the point.

The three of us sat and talked for about twenty minutes after that, before he finally stood up and announced that Valerie was waiting and he needed to go.

"I do have one more suggestion, however," he said as he walked out.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Take that shit back to your room. What if it had been mom or dad who walked in on you?"

"I didn't think of that," I admitted.

"Obviously. You guys have fun. I'll see you later."

"See you, Scott," Blake said. "And thanks."

"Yeah, thanks," I said. "Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"I hope she'll let me fuck her again tonight," he said. "That's something you wouldn't do."

"Whatever," I said.

With that, he walked out the door and got into his car and left. I looked over at Blake and smiled.

"How embarrassing."

"Yeah, but at least you know that he's okay with you being gay. Some brothers wouldn't."

"Enough about that," I said, grabbing him by the hand and leading him back to my bedroom. "Shall we continue where we left off?"

As soon as we entered my room, I closed and locked the door. I wasn't going to get caught again. Scott was right. What if it had been mom or dad, instead of him. That would have been a total disaster. I hated to even think about it.

I quickly pulled my shirt back off, and then kicked my shoes off, as did Blake. The two of us then stood there, next to my bed, kissing and making out, and running our hands all over each other's bodies. I finally put my hand on his butt and started squeezing it as well. He reached down and groped me and I shot my load. I had hoped to be able to last longer, but I had also known that there was no way that I was going to. I also groped him and got the same result.

After we had calmed down, we quickly unbuttoned our jeans and dropped them to the floor, standing there in just our underwear. Blake pushed me back onto my bed, and then lay on top of me, as we continued to make out, rubbing our cocks together as they got hard again.

I reached down and grabbed his and started playing and jerking it. He quickly pulled my boxers off, and then managed to get his off as well. We were now both completely naked and hard.

While I had been hoping to ever since I had asked him over, I had not really believed we might go this far, not on our first night anyway. I was ready to go further, and I could tell that he was as well. We have the whole house to ourselves, so why not. The time was now.

I started with his chest, rubbing my palm across his skin, over his nipples, pinching each one, and then up to his neck, which I held on to while continuing to kiss him.

"Do you want me to be your toy?" he asked, his lips brushing against mine.


He rolled over onto his back, placing his hands behind his head, surrendering full control. I let my hand begin exploring again, my fingers brushing along his chest, before tickling his armpit playfully. I covered his mouth with my own when he tried to laugh. Then, I stopped teasing myself, stopped holding back. Fingers arched, the tips slid across his belly, leaving goose bumps in their wake until the head of his cock halted their progress.

I moaned, as if touching myself, but it was the sheer idea that brought me pleasure. I could do whatever I wanted, and the prospect was almost overwhelming, because I wanted everything at once. I hopped up on my knees. I reveled in every part of his body, the angular lines between his stomach and hips, the dark bush around his hard cock, the heavy balls, and the fine hair on his thighs. All meant to be secret, but now laid bare for me.

He was looking me over as well. "Damn," he said. "Now that's what I called blessed."

I felt myself blush at the compliment, but my own body was the furthest thing from my mind. All I wanted to do was take Blake. Flopping onto my side, I was finally close enough to enact a fantasy that had plagued me for the last two years. I took hold of his cock, pumped it a few times, and then moved forward, shoving it deep into my mouth.

Too deep, as it turned out, because I gagged, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. Being more cautious, and keeping one hand on the base, I began moving my head up and down. Soon, his breath met my rhythm. When I pulled up, fist following the trail my tongue left, he breathed in. Then my slick fingers slid down, he exhaled in a short burst, like a bull ready to charge. I picked up the pace when his hand found me and began returning the favor.

"Get up here," he instructed. "Put your legs on either side of my head."

I did as I was told, not letting go of him, not missing a single stroke. I never wanted to stop. Ever. Only when I felt something warm and wet envelop me did I pause, gasping, and looking down to see his mouth rising and falling on me. My world became a blur of pleasure. Some part of me knew to keep going, my body doing all it could to please him in return, while my mind reeled and writhed in ecstasy.

When he shoved me off him, I was momentarily confused, but soon he was straddling my hips. I though the question of who played which role was about to be answered, but he had something else in mind. He grabbed my wrist, guiding my hand to his cock.

"I'm close," he huffed.

That was enough to make me a whole lot closer. I started pumping, Blake reaching to do the same to me. My entire focus was on his body as it tightened, the expression on his face almost pained, before it became one of bliss. Then my eyes darted back down.

When he came, he came a lot. I let loose shortly afterwards, but he still had a few shots left, even after I was done. My chest and abs were totally soaked.

He opened his eyes, took in my look of shock, and laughed.

"Is that normal?" I asked.

"Hell, if I know!"

We grinned dopily at each other, before he leaned down for a kiss. Sex had a strange way of going from being the most imperative urge, to the least important thing in the world, all in the space of a few seconds. This time it was different. While the sexual urge faded, the need to be close to him, to touch, caress, and kiss him didn't. Even after we sacrificed my boxers in the name of getting me cleaned up, all I could think of was pressing our bodies against each other, of being as near as possible.

He held me from behind, kissing my shoulder occasionally, as we dozed in and out of consciousness. I wished this could last forever, that we had enough privacy every day to live like this. He yawned, then tightened his grip on me.

"My parents are gone all weekend, if you want to stay over," I said.

"I think I will," he said. "Maybe we can do more of this later."

He quickly called his parents to let them know that he was staying with me tonight, and would be home sometime tomorrow afternoon.

The two of us lay together on my bed, our naked bodies entwined, and eventually we drifted off to sleep.

The next day, after waking up and taking a shower together, we decided to go to Joplin and see a movie. The theaters had finally reopened after about four months, and we were both anxious to get out of the house. After we got out of the movie, we walked over to NorthPark Mall to get a bite to eat, before coming home.

As the two of us strolled through the mall together, I reached over and took his hand in mine. I didn't care what other people thought; I really liked him and I wasn't going to conform to what part of society considered to be wrong.

I don't care how big or tough you are; to hold another guy's hand, and walk down the street, or through the mall, takes a lot of courage, even in 2020. It was a moment of change for me.

I was a little scared. Scared because I was stepping to a place, I was unsure of. To a place where I wasn't sure there would always be ground beneath me. It's a big world, and coming out can feel like it's you verse the world, unless you have some holding your hand.

We got a few strange looks, and even a few glares from some of the older people, and even a few kids, but most everyone just ignored us. We even had a few smile at us, including several boys. Maybe they were gay as well, or maybe they were just very accepting. It didn't matter.

After completing one circuit around the mall, we stopped at the food court and ordered two double whopper meals from Burger King, and sat there, talking and laughing for over an hour while we enjoyed our food. Afterward, we both got a blizzard from Dairy Queen . We finally decided to head home about five o'clock.

I was looking forward to a repeat of last night and I wasn't disappointed, but more on that later.

Scott happened to be there when we go home, so the three of us sat in the living room and talked for almost an hour.

"So, did you guys have fun last night?" he asked, as soon as we sat down.

"It was a blast," Blake said. "You would not believe what went on in that room."

"Oh, I can imagine," Scott said. "Probably not something I want to hear about, at least not any intimate details.

"You sure, Scott?" I teased. "We kissed and made out, and then we sucked each other's dicks. That's about the extent of it."

"And, we want to do more of the same tonight," Blake added. "Plus, I have something I want to try."

I wonder what he has in mind.

"Uh… okay," Scott said.

To his credit, my brother didn't act like he was grossed out or anything. He clearly hadn't expected me to say something like that, but he was cool with it.

"Sorry, Scott," I said. "I just couldn't resist saying that."

"That's okay, Jared," he said. "Since you shared that little detail, I licked Valerie's pussy last night. How's that?"

"Now, that's disgusting," Blake said.

We all three laughed.

"On a more serious note, how do you think mom and dad will react when they find out that I'm gay?" I asked.

"It's hard to say," Scott answered, "but I have a feeling it won't be good, especially with dad. Maybe you should just not tell him until after you've graduated and moved out."

"That's what I'm thinking as well," I said. "He might find out, but I'm not planning on saying anything, at least right away."

Dad has always been a good father, never hitting me or Scott, and to be fair, I've never actually heard him say anything bad about gay people. He is a Trump supporter, however, and we all know how some of those people are. Not all of them, of course, in fact I'd say the vast majority are not bad, just misguided. Certainly not all hateful and racist like they're portrayed in the media.

Little did I know, but he would find out the next day after him and mom got back from Branson, but I'll tell you that story later.

After Blake and I finished talking to my brother, I stopped at the bathroom while he went straight to my room to wait for me. Opening the door to the bedroom, I walked in to find him naked, lying on my bed, his legs spread.

"Hurry up, Jared," he said. "Get undressed, and get over here."

I quickly stripped, dropping my clothes in a small pile by the foot of the bed, and climbed on top of him.

After kissing for a few seconds, he took charge and said, "lie on your back and spread your legs."

Obeying his orders, I did as I was told. My chest rising and falling, from nerves, I craned my neck off the pillow to see what he was up to. I loved the feeling as he worked my dick with his right hand, then shifted his left hand between my legs to be able to stroke my balls.

"Tell me if what I do feels good or bad, okay?"

He sat between my bent knees. Nodding, holding my breath from the suspense, I waited. He stroked my balls.

"Good… good…" I whispered.

Next, he wet his index finger by stuffing it into his mouth.

"What are you…?"

When that wet finger got shoved into my ass, I gasped, "good, good."

"Okay," he hissed. "How about this?"

That wet digit began to move in and out. I thought I would pass out from the pleasure. Opening my legs, my hips rising and falling in reflex, I waited for him to ask how it was.

"That feel good?" he asked again.

"Holy fucking shit! But get something to coat your finger with. Not just spit."

I reached into my nightstand and pulled out my jar of Vaseline and sat it on top of the nightstand. Then, I got back into position and he coated his finger and began where he had left off. I closed my eyes.

"That feels so good, Blake. If you touch my dick, I'll shoot."

Choking from the intensity, I gasped. I arched my back and came, grunting in pleasure. As I recovered, he looked at me again.

"Was it good? Was it good?"

"Oh, my fucking god, Blake, you gotta try this… oh, holy shit."

"Get up, Jared," he said. "Let me lie down. He yanked my arm. As he lay on his back and spread his legs, he said, "cover your finger with that shit and shove it in my ass."

Looking at his face, I quickly did as he asked and pushed into his ass. He was so hard from watching me cum that I knew it would take nothing for me to make him cum as well.

"Push, Jared, push," he urged quietly.

He began thrusting his hips into my body. He closed his eyes and shot straight up into the air. I backed up slightly in order not to get covered in it. When he came, he almost passed out.

Sitting up, gasping for air, he gushed, "can you believe that shit? I can't believe how fucking good that felt. What the fuck just happened? I don't get it. Did it make it feel like twice as good or what?"

I was so stunned by the sensation of chills running over my skin, I couldn't put into words what I was thinking. It was such an unexpected connection that I was confused by it.

All I could say was, "holy shit!" again. "If it feels that good with just your finger, I can't imagine what it's going to be like when we actually fuck."

"I know," he said. "I never really understood why someone would want to get fucked in the ass, but after this, I can hardly wait to try it. But I want it to be special, Jared, when we finally do it."

"I can hardly wait myself, Blake, and I want the same from you. We'll go out and make it a special night. But right now, let's play a little more and see what happens.

"I agree," he said. "I… we have to do it again… I mean… I want to figure out what just happened to make it feel like that."

"It's too bad there's no one we can ask," I said. "We just need to experiment more."

"And like, do what?"

"I don't know. All we've done so far is jerked and sucked each other off. You know? And that's quite a lot considering it was our first time together. I'm not saying that's not great, because it was fun as hell, and I definitely want to continue doing it. But if we can do stuff that feels like that…" I said. "Shit… I mean, wouldn't you want to get an orgasm that intense all the time?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean, Jared. We'll experiment and see what happens."

Blake and I woke up the next morning and played for about an hour, before taking a nice, hot shower. We then got dressed and went down to the kitchen to find something to eat. Just as we were about to fix ourselves a bowl of cereal, Scott walked in.

"If you guys want to go out for breakfast, you can go with me and Valerie," he said. "She's meeting me at the Chouteau Café at nine."

"I thought she spent the night," I said, mischievously. "You two made enough racket last night to keep me and Blake awake."

"I wish," he said, "but her parents would never allow something like that." He grinned. "But, yeah, she did give it up last night."

"So, we all three got lucky then," Blake said.

"I guess so," Scott said. "You guys ready?"

"Yes," Blake said. "I'm hungry as hell."

"Let's go," I said.

"By the way, you guys weren't exactly silent yourselves," Scott said, laughing. "What exactly were you doing in there?"

"We were…" Blake started to say, before Scott stopped him.

"Never mind," he said. "I'm pretty sure I don't want to know."

"Probably not," I said.

"Get in the car, dumbass," Scott said.

The Hornet's Nest was closed until eleven, so Scott drove us to the Chouteau Café . After last night, I was in the mood for breakfast. While the Hornet's Nest has the best fast food, such as hamburgers, fries, and ice cream in town, the Chouteau Café has the best pancakes and French toast. In fact, it's the only place in town that serves breakfast.

While the Hornet's Nest has a high school sports theme, it is named after the school mascot after all, the ambiance of the Chouteau Café can best be described as Chouteau nostalgia. There were all kinds of old class photos, and pictures of old Chouteau buildings on the walls, as well as lots of old stuff from way back in the town's history. I liked the feel of the place.

Valerie was waiting on Scott when we arrived so the four of us quickly went inside. I was hungry as hell, and I knew Blake was as well. We sat at the large round table in the far corner of the café and looked at the menu.

"You guys order anything you want, it's on me," Scott said.

"Thanks, Scott," we both said.

Our waitress came up to our table just then. "You guys ready to order?" she asked.

"I am," I said.

"Yeah," said Blake. I nodded for him to go ahead. "I think I'll have the farmer's breakfast and coffee," he said.

"You are hungry," said Kathleen, our waitress.

The farmers breakfast was absolutely huge. It had been named the feeding frenzy by the locals.

"And what about you, Jared?" she asked.

"I'll have pecan pancakes, bacon, hash browns and… biscuits, oh, and ice tea."

"Sweet or unsweet?" she asked.

"Sweet," I said.

"And for you, Valerie?"

"I think I'll just have two eggs over easy, bacon, hash browns, and toast," she said. "And I think I'll have tea as well."

"Sweet or unsweet?"


"White or wheat bread for your toast?"


"And finally, Scott. What can I get for you?"

"I'll have a ham and cheese omelet, hash browns and toast," he said.

"White or wheat?"


"Anything to drink?"

"Pepsi or Coke," he answered.

Kathleen departed and soon returned with our drinks. Blake loaded down his coffee with lots of sweetener and cream.

Our breakfast arrived about fifteen minutes later. It filled most of the table between us. The farmer's breakfast included biscuits and gravy, ham, sausage, bacon, hash browns, pancakes, and three eggs. I'd ordered a large breakfast, but Blake's dwarfed mine. It looked like we might be in the café all day, because it would take that long to finish our meals.

"Are you sure you can eat all that?" Scott asked. "That's a lot of food for one person."

"I'm gonna try," Blake said. "I didn't realize it would be this much."

"He can share some of it with me," I said.

The four of us sat there, eating and talking, enjoying each other's company. My brother really is a good guy, even if we do get on each other's nerves all the time. I could see why he enjoyed dating Valerie. If I liked girls, she would be someone I might be interested in.

There were long spaces of silence, however, and I enjoyed sitting there with the three of them. We were in the Chouteau Café nearly two hours. Once our vast meals were finished, we lingered over our drinks, talking and laughing. At last, I stretched and yawned.

"You look tired," remarked Scott.

"Your grasp of the obvious remains unchallenged," I said.

"Want to go back to your house and sleep together?" said Blake, quietly, and with a smirk on his face.

"I want to sleep, as in a nap, but you're free to join me if you wish," I said.

"I was hoping for something a little different."

"Guys, there happens to be a lady present," Scott said.

"Sorry, Valerie," I said.

"That's alright," she said.

Scott shook his head and grabbed the check. "Come on," he said. "I'm taking you two home. Then Valerie and I are going to spend the day together."

So, sleep we did, as in a nap. It was almost noon when we got back home and I didn't awaken until after three. I looked over next to me. Blake was still snoozing away. I rolled over and snuggled up next to him and drifted back off. Finally, around five, we both woke up. We were both in just our underwear and shirtless, so we immediately started making out.

That's when it happened!

"Jared, can you…" dad started to say as he opened the door to my room. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Oh, shit!" I said.

"Oh, shit is right, young man," dad said. "I asked you a question. What the hell is going on?"

I had been wondering whether I should tell him and mom that I'm gay. I guess that's academic now. He couldn't possibly miss what Blake and I were doing.

"Dad, your home," I said. "I didn't hear you come in."


"Well, since you see us, you might as well know. I'm gay dad."

"I can see that, son," he said. "And who is this?"

"This is my boyfriend, Blake," I said.

Blake had a frightened look on his face, and I'm sure I did as well. The truth is, I was scared shitless about what dad would do.

"The two of you need to get dressed and come into the living room," he said. "We need to talk."

I was shocked. Dad was actually being very calm with this situation. I had expected him to be yelling and cussing when he found out about me. I had even wondered if he might beat me, or even throw me out of the house. I still don't know what to expect. He turned around, pulled the door closed and left us alone.

"Oh, my god," Blake said. "He caught us in your bed together. What are we going to do?"

"Thank god we weren't completely naked," I said. "I'm glad we were only making out, not doing anything else.

"What do you think is going to happen now?" he asked.

"I don't know," I admitted, "but I'm scared. I've always wondered how he would react. I guess I'm about to find out. Come on, we better get dressed and get in there. I don't want to make him madder by delaying."

"Whatever happens, we're in this together," he said. "Maybe you can come live with me."

"I hope it doesn't come to that," I said.

We quickly threw on our clothes and walked into the living room. Dad was sitting in his chair, waiting for us. He was surprisingly calm.

"Sit down, boys," he said, pointing toward the couch. We did as we were told.

"You're probably wondering why I want to talk to you, son," he said. And you as well, Blake."

We both nodded. What the hell is going on?

"I know you probably thought I would start yelling and screaming when I found out, didn't you, son."

"Yes, dad, I did," I said. "I even thought there was a possibility you might kick me out."

"That's not gonna happen, son," he said. "I will admit, you caught me by surprise, and I'm not exactly thrilled that you're gay, but I also know there's nothing I can do to change things."

Damn, who the hell is this man, and what has he done to my father?

"Thanks, dad," I said. "I never expected you to be so understanding. I fought and fought to change who I am, but I couldn't. I'm gay! If I could have changed, I would have taken the easy road and let Tim hook me up with a girl."

"I know that, son," he said. "I want to tell you guys something, something I've never told anyone except your mother. Coach Barrett, and some of my friends here in town know about what happened. Your dad probably remembers, Blake. But they don't know the full story."

"Go ahead, dad," I said.

"When I was in high school back in 2002, I had a friend. In fact, Scott and I were best friends. We did everything together. Your brother is named after him."

Okay, I thought. This is getting kind of weird.

"Sort of like you and Tim. You two are always together it seems. Scott and I were the same. We had been friends our entire lives, since we were three years old."

I could see what appeared to be a tear in his eye as he thought about his friend.

"He remains a major part of my life, even though he's been dead for almost twenty years now. I think of him all the time. I carry his memory with me in my heart, and remember all the good times we had together.

"I'm sorry, dad," I said. "What happened? I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

Dad took a deep breath. "Suicide. And it was my fault. I may as well have put a gun to his head myself."

I wanted to ask how it was his fault, but I figured he would tell me in his own way, if he felt the need. He stood up, walked over, and leaned down and hugged me. Holy shit! I can't remember the last time my father ever hugged me.

"The world has a funny way of teaching you a lesson," he said. "Scott had a friend named Brian who went to another school. Brian was a nice-looking guy who could charm the socks off a centipede. The two of them started hanging out together more and more. Of course, we were still best friends, but I could sense a change in Scott. He seemed happier. They became more than friends, as it turned out. I had never actually met Brian as he went to school in Welch, as I already mentioned."

Dad was openly weeping now as he recalled his best friend.

He hesitated, before continuing. "Scott came to me a year before he died, told me all of this, about Brian. Of course, I figured out the story before he finished. Him and Brian were boyfriends. My best friend was gay!"

"So, what happened, Mr. Holmes?" Blake asked. "If it's too personal, you don't have to say."

"No, that's alright, Blake," he said. "I want to, I need to tell you. It hurts, but I need to tell you so you'll understand me better. I cut Scott off before he could say too much. I called him a fag, along with a few other words. I told him I wanted no part of him and he could go to hell as far as I was concerned." He paused for a second before continuing. "I still remember the hurt look on his face as I told him to get away from me and that our friendship was over. I threw away fifteen years of friendship because I couldn't accept that my best friend was gay."

"I'm so sorry, dad," I said. I could feel tears in my eyes as well.

"The next day, I outed him to the entire school. I hated him for what he was, and I wanted to hurt him. Almost the entire student body turned against him, with a few exceptions, Brendan Barrett being one of them. Scott's life became a living hell, because of me."

Dad's hands trembled slightly before he steeled himself. "Of course, now I wish I had been happy for him, like I had been with everything else we had together. I should have asked to meet his boyfriend so I could shake his hand. Instead, I threw all that away. As it turned out, I did get to meet and shake Brian's hand, but only at Scott's funeral." He looked up for a second. "Scott, if you're up there, can you ever forgive me. I'm so sorry about everything I said and did to you back then.

I didn't know what to say at this point, so I said nothing, just sat there while dad continued sobbing.

"As I said, the world has a funny way of teaching you a lesson, or giving you a second chance. Maybe this is my second chance to do the right thing. Maybe Scott's death has taught me to be more accepting, especially with my own son. I love you, Jared, even if I never say it. If there's anything you want to talk about, or if anyone gives you any trouble for being gay, you come to me, son. I'm always here for you."

I didn't know what to say, couldn't find the words to express how this made me feel, so instead, I stepped forward and hugged him tight. Just then Scott walked in, staring at us. When we broke our embrace, dad turned. There was some sniffing and wiping, but when he faced Blake and me again, he looked like his old self. He then walked over and hugged Scott as well.

"Just two more things, guys," he said. "Next time, lock your damn door. What if it had been your mother who walked in? And two, all of you go get into the car. Your mother and I are taking you out to dinner. Scott, you can invite Valerie as well, if you want."

Jesus Christ, I thought. I never in a million years expected a reaction like this from my father. I was so relieved that everything was now out in the open. I felt so sorry for dad, but sometimes, unfortunately, tragedy is what it takes to change someone.

Scott looked at me and asked, "what's going on?"

"I'll tell you later," I said. "Let's just say that the three of us had a very good conversation, and I learned a few things about dad. But everything is good. More than good. Everything is great!"

Just then, mom walked into the living room. "What's going on?" she asked.

"We're all going out to dinner, dear," dad said. "Jared, Blake and I just had a long talk, and he has some very important news. He can tell us all about it over dinner at the Old Mill Inn ."

"It must be some news if you're taking us there," she said.

"It is, mom," I said.

"I just talked to Valerie, dad," Scott said. "I'm going to pick her up and we'll meet you there."

"Okay, son," he said. "Everybody else, go get in the car."

Dad drove the four of us to the Old Mill Inn , the nicest restaurant in town. I had only eaten there once in my life. We sat in the car for about ten minutes until Scott arrived. Then the six of us went inside and were shown to our table.

The Old Mill Inn is about a block from the river and is a lot nicer than one might expect in such a small town like Chouteau. It sits next to an old flour mill that's been abandoned since before dad was even born, and has an old-fashioned water wheel on the outside. It doesn't work, but it's nice to look at and gives the place a more charming look.

It's also a little expensive, but not too bad. The tables were covered with linen table cloths, and they had a candle in the middle, and cloth napkins instead of paper. It has a pleasant atmosphere, with lots of plants hanging from the ceiling, dividing the tables. There was even a little fountain near the center of the restaurant. We had a nice table off to the side, mostly screened from view by a large tropical plant. It was almost like eating in a jungle. It was kind of romantic looking in the dim light. It's just too bad that Blake and I aren't alone.

"This is so nice," said Blake. He opened his menu and his eyes widened. "Mr. Homes, it's so expensive."

"Don't worry about it, everyone," dad said. "It's not that expensive, and I can afford it, so just order whatever you want."

I knew he could afford it. We're not rich by any stretch of the imagination, but mom and dad both make decent money, and we live comfortably.

"Oh, the Ziti al Farno looks good," Scott said. "I might get that."

"I'm going to have to read the descriptions," Blake said. "I don't know what most of this stuff is."

"That's what I did," I said.

A few minutes later, our waiter walked up. "What can I get you ladies and gentlemen to drink?" he asked.

"How about a Coke or Pepsi," Blake said.

"And for you, sir?" he asked me.

"Um, a Dr. Pepper for me," I said.

He took everyone else's orders and then said, "I'll be right back."

They served Italian food, and when the waiter returned with our drinks, I ordered the Ziti al Farno, and Blake went for the Rigatoni ala Bolognese. Dad was having Chicken Alfredo, and Scott ordered something called Pasta Carbonara. I had never heard of that, but it looked and smelled delicious. Everyone else placed their order and the waiter departed to let the kitchen know, and he returned with two baskets of breadsticks. Everything came with breadsticks, which were incredible. Everything about the place was nice.

We had a delightful meal, followed by the most excellent chocolate cake I'd ever tasted. The icing was thick and creamy, and covered with cherry sauce that made it out of this world.

After we had finished, everyone sat there and talked for at least half an hour. I told mom what had happened, leaving out some of the details, naturally. After all, there are some things a lady doesn't need to hear. She congratulated Blake and me on becoming boyfriends. Finally, dad paid the check and left a generous tip, before we left to go home. We dropped Blake off at his house and continued home, where we sat and talked for another half hour or so.

Finally, I stood up and said, "I think I should go to bed. It's been a rather eventful day and I have school tomorrow. Good night."

"Good night, dear," mom said. "Sweet dreams."

"Good night, son," dad said.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door.

"Come in."

The door opened and it was my mother. She stepped into the room and looked at me, lying on my bed.

"I'm glad you found someone," she said. "You picked a cute one with Blake."

"I think so," I said.

She took a deep breath. "I worry. That's a mother's job, but now I worry even more. Being gay is a big deal to a lot of people, especially in this part of the country, and the current political situation doesn't make things any easier. Chouteau may be more tolerant then most places, but we still have our share of bigots. I'm concerned about you getting hurt. All it takes is one stupid person…" she shook her head, unable to continue.

"I'll be careful," I told her. "I promise."

"I also think about the sort of life you'll have. I always pictured you with a wife and children. I can let go of that, but I want you to have someone."

"You and me both," I murmured.

"Do you think it's possible?"

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged. "At least, I hope so. Blake and I have only been together for two days, so I can't' say for sure about him. But, I'm only fifteen years old so I've got a few more years to find someone."

"Good. Life can be hard, but every burden is easier with someone at your side. That's what I want for my baby. For both my babies. Someone to watch out for them."

Before I could respond, she wrapped me in her arms. She kissed my cheeks, then my forehead, before wishing me sweet dreams. When I was alone again, I rolled over onto my side and allowed myself to dream.

After probably the most eventful weekend of my life, it was time to go back to school. To say that I was shocked by dad's reaction to my being gay would be the understatement of the century. I had expected a lot of yelling and cussing, and even the remote possibility of him actually hitting me or throwing me out. I was quite surprised by what happened. I never expected him to admit that he felt guilty for causing his best friend to kill himself all those years ago. And seeing him actually crying. I can't remember ever seeing something like that. I guess he learned the hard way that actions and words have consequences. It's just too bad that things had to end in tragedy in order for him to see that.

Knowing that mom and dad were comfortable with me being gay, and having a boyfriend, was a big relief. Blake had already come out to his parents and they were fine with it. He hadn't introduced me to them yet, but he intended to soon.

We hadn't really talked about it over the weekend, we had other things on our minds after all, but as him and I found ourselves walking the hallway at school, I turned to look at him and we smiled at each other. After realizing that we were thinking the same thing, he reached out with his hand, and I grabbed it firmly in mine as we walked to our first class of the day.

My heart felt like it would beat right out of my chest as we walked hand in hand through the school. He squeezed my hand firmly and I felt his love flow through me, giving me the wherewithal to be myself in front of our classmates.

As we walked between classes, I drew strength from him, strength I'd never had on my own, and I felt he drew strength from me as well. I could sense the eyes of people staring at us as we passed.

I heard someone mutter 'fags' as we passed, and I turned to see who said it, but saw no one looking our way. Despite Chouteau High being very accepting of it's gay students, there's always a few assholes no matter where you go.

Blake squeeze my hand even tighter and said, "don't let them get you down, Jared. We have plenty of friends who will accept us."

I looked at his face and got lost in his beautiful green eyes. I felt our lips inexorably being drawn together, and we came very close to kissing each other in public, but neither of us was ready for that yet, and so we turned our heads to face forward, drawing strength from the feelings flowing through our joined hands. Of course, the masks we were wearing would have made it difficult to kiss, even if we had been so inclined.

As much as I hated to let go of his hand, we had to go our separate ways. We only had a couple of classes together. I guess we were lucky to have that much, considering there's nearly twenty-five kids in our class at school.

Word of our coming out spread through the school at the speed of light, and by lunch time, everyone knew. Aiden and Don congratulated us as we sat with them and our other friends at our usual table. Jayden and Logan also sat with us, even though they sometimes sit at the football table, at least Logan did. I looked over at Glenn and Randy and they both gave us a thumbs up. They haven't officially come out at school, but they aren't exactly trying to keep it a big secret either. That makes four gay couples at school now. I wonder if that's a record.

I know I've mentioned it before, but Chouteau High School is very accepting, more than you might expect for a small rural town in southeast Kansas. Not everything was completely rosy, but for the most part our classmates tolerated gay students, even if there were the occasional snide comments. Those eventually died down.

Although Blake and I didn't feel comfortable kissing each other in school just yet, and the masks we were forced to wear certainly didn't make it any easier if we had been so inclined, we always walked together hand in hand, smiling at each other.

Later that night, I was sitting up in bed reading, when a knock sounded on my door.

"Come in."

When the door opened, I saw that it was dad, carrying what looked to be multiple boxes of condoms.

"Can I talk to you for a few minutes, son?" he asked, not making eye contact.

He walked over and dropped the load in his arms onto the bed. Aside from the condoms, there were pamphlets, a banana, and a bottle that said something about lubricant on it. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking uncomfortable. I had no trouble matching his expression.

"Your mother and I saw a news story about STD's the other night." He grabbed a pamphlet. "Besides HIV and AIDS, there are all kinds of other stuff out there. And, as this coronavirus has shown, shit can come out of nowhere."

He picked up another pamphlet. "This one has some questions, okay. Ready?"

"No," I said.

"Number one. Is your child sexually active?"

"I don't have a child."

He glanced at the front of the pamphlet. "Oh, right. This is how to talk to your child about safe sex. In that case, they could have phrased the questions better."

"Next one," I said.

"Does your child… er, do you know how to use a condom?" He put down the pamphlet, picked up the banana, and pointed it at me. "This was your mother's idea. Which sort of condom should we try? There are three varieties here. The magnums made me chuckle, since they are for big boys. Would you say a banana is above average?"

"Okay, let's stop right there." I put my hand on the banana and lowered it, like I was dealing with a loaded gun. "I promise to read all this material, very, very carefully, if you promise never to discuss my sex life with me ever again."

"This is very serious," he said. "A matter of life and death."

"I know. You're right, and it's super cool of you guys to worry. I think I can handle the rest on my own."

"Okay. You know if there are any questions, you can ask me."

"I know."

I grabbed the condoms and shoved them into the nightstand drawer. Then I picked up the bottle, pausing to read the label. 'Water soluble personal lubricant.'

"Any question is fine," he said, looking hopeful. "That's why I'm here."

"Okay, what's this for?"

"HIV is transmitted by blood, and to help reduce the likelihood of any cuts or tears…" He blanched. "Well, you see, when a man loves a woman, or another man, sometimes he puts his…"

"Got it!" I said, tossing the bottle into the drawer with the condoms.

Me and Blake had done plenty this last weekend, but nothing like that, so far anyway. We intended to soon, however.

"Are you sure, because we can lube up the banana, and there's a melon in the kitchen we can carve a hole in."

"No need!" I said, trying to banish the image from my mind. "I'll read through the pamphlets; I swear. You can keep the banana."

"Thanks!" To my horror, he peeled it and took a bite. Chewing thoughtfully, he said, "you know, that went smoother than I thought it would."

"Yeah, good talking, dad."

He took another bite, stood up, and left the room. God, I've never been so embarrassed in my life. I wonder if Scott had to undergo the same ordeal? I got off the bed, walked across the hallway, and knocked on his door.

"Come in."

I opened the door and walked in. He was lying in his bed like he was ready to go to sleep.

"I just had the weirdest and embarrassing conversation with dad that I've ever had," I told him.

"What happened?"

"He brought in some condoms, a bottle of lube, and a banana," I said.

"I remember that talk," he said. "He did pretty much the same with me a year or so ago. I was embarrassed as hell. Looking back, I guess it was sort of funny, but at the time I just wanted to die."

"I know what you mean," I said. "I know dad meant well, and I can't fault him for that. Especially after he was so accepting when he found out that I'm gay. He really does love me, and you as well, of that I have no doubt."

"What exactly did happen that night?" he asked. "All I know is that he looked like he had been crying, and then he took us all out. You have to admit that was kind of unusual."

"Did you know that you are named after a dead boy, Scott?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"It's true," I said. "You're named after dad's best friend in high school."

I then told him the whole story that dad had told Blake and me, and why he was so accepting.

"I can see where that might fuck a person up," he said, after I was finished. "It just seems strange, being named after a dead boy like that."

"I know," I said. "I guess sometimes it takes a hard lesson for someone to learn. It was the same way with Tim. I never actually considered killing myself or anything like that, but I can see where it might lead to something like that. Especially if he had outed me and turned the rest of the students against me."

"Well, thank god you didn't do anything stupid," he said. "I'd miss your dumb ass too much. Fortunately, Chouteau is mostly accepting of gay people now, at least more than most places. I think another kid killed himself as well, about eight or ten years ago. I remember reading that somewhere."

Scott and I sat there and talked for another twenty minutes or so, until I finally said good night and returned to my own room. I had to get up for school tomorrow morning and I was getting sleepy. I quickly undressed and crawled in bed and promptly fell asleep.

The rest of September was uneventful. Blake and I continued to date, going to the occasional movie, until they closed the theaters down again, or just out to eat, and just hanging out with each other. Even though dad was very accepting about my being gay, he still wouldn't allow Blake to spend the night with me or allow me to stay at his house. We weren't about to allow that little detail to stop us, however. We just got together after school before our parents got home, or whatever we had to do.

School had just gotten over and we were heading for my house for our usual after school activities. We entered through the back door, pulling off our shoes. Dad was nowhere about, but mom was home in the kitchen, already beginning the preparations for supper.

So much for playing with Blake, I thought. Every night mom cooked for dad, Scott and me, but it was usually after she got home from work. For some reason she was home early today. Mom stopped peeling potatoes long enough to give me a hug.

"Hello Blake," she said.

"Hi Ms. Holmes."

"You boys help yourself to some cookies. I just took a batch out a few minutes ago. They're probably still warm."

"Thanks mom," I said. "Why are you home from work so early?" I poured him and myself glasses of milk and we sat at the kitchen table, snacking on chocolate chip cookies and talking to mom.

"Today is your father's birthday, or did you forget?"

Oh shit, I thought, I actually had forgotten about that. Today was his thirty fifth birthday. With all the excitement here lately, it had slipped my mind.

"I thought I'd make him a special meal and have your grandparents over as well."

Mom gazed at Blake with renewed interest. I can't go quite so far as to say that I got the impression mom approved of my relationship with him, but she didn't seem to disapprove. Perhaps she thought that if I was going to be involved with another boy, it might as well be with a nice boy like him. As we sat there, I thought again how lucky I was in the parent department.

Him and I retreated to my room after we had eaten a few cookies. I was tempted to lock my bedroom door so him and I could make love, but that might be going too far with my mom being home and all. My parents knew I was gay and that Blake was my boyfriend but still, not with her in the house.

That didn't stop me from grabbing him, pulling him to me and slipping my tongue into his mouth. We stood there, holding each other so tightly that we could barely breathe, while we made out like crazy. We both got all worked up in seconds, but we controlled ourselves. It was a good thing too, for after about five minutes there was a knock on the door, followed quickly by my mother delivering clean laundry.

Him and I had no trouble pulling apart in time, but had we been undressed there would've been no hiding what we were doing. If I'd locked the door, she would have been suspicious ever after. I think she might have been a bit suspicious anyway, but him and I looked innocent enough as she entered. Mom left the basket of laundry and returned to the kitchen, closing the door behind her.

"Do you think she was checking up on us?" he asked.

"What do you think? Mom quit in the middle of preparing supper to deliver laundry I could have brought up myself. She was definitely checking to see if we were up to something."

"I'd very much like to be up to something," he said.

"Me too," I said, laughing. "I guess we should look at the bright side. Waiting will make it that much hotter."

"Yeah, but I might explode if we have to wait too long." He laughed.

"Welcome to my world," I said.

Blake and I began to kiss again. It was amazing how sexy making out made me feel. It was amazing how my body reacted to it. You'd think my lips were directly linked to my dick. Running my tongue along his while our lips caressed drove me out of my mind with need.

We sank onto the bed and continued kissing. As much as we wanted to, we went no further. It was frustrating to the extreme but just being able to hold him and kiss him filled me with bliss.

We kept making out for a good half hour. Not two minutes after we finished, mom knocked on the door and quickly entered, this time to ask if Blake preferred his iced tea with sugar or without. Him and I were innocently sitting apart on my bed, giving no indication we'd just been making out. She departed, hopefully convinced we hadn't been doing what we'd been doing.

"Definitely checking up on us," he said.

I laughed. "I guess it's to be expected. If I liked girls, I probably wouldn't even be allowed to have one in my room."

"Wow, so there are advantages to being gay," he laughed.

"Many," I said.

Two hours later mom called him and me down for supper. We had taken pity on her and opened my bedroom door, so her checks were limited to occasionally walking past. Serious love making was going to be a problem. We'd have do it outside, in some remote spot. There was not enough privacy indoors.

Blake and I sat down at the table in the dining room with mom, dad, dad's parents, Scott and Mindi. I noticed Scott and Mindi checking Blake out with renewed interest. They both knew I was gay. There was no keeping it from them. Scott had actually caught us making out a couple of weeks ago and soon afterward dad had busted us as well. So far everyone had been completely understanding about the whole thing and grandma and grandpa had given no indication one way or another about their feelings about my 'deviant sexual desires' as some of the local religious nuts referred to them. I hoped they would be okay with my being gay. We weren't especially close, but they were my grandparents after all, and I did care about them.

Supper consisted of fried chicken, mashed potatoes with milk gravy, green beans, corn, freshly baked rolls and afterward chocolate cake and homemade ice cream. All my dad's favorites and mine as well for the most part.

Blake was witty, entertaining and outgoing at supper. I was surprised he spoke up so easily. He'd been to my house several times before and had eaten supper on a couple of occasions and I had eaten at his house as well.

Him and I went for a walk afterward. It was an opportunity to spend yet more time with him and sneak in a kiss or two.

"I'm glad your parents are okay with us," he said. "I feared they might not approve of us dating."

"Are you kidding?" I said. "I'm sure they aren't exactly thrilled about us, but they've gotten to know you a little, and know what kind of person you are. I'm sure they're glad I'm not dating someone else. After all the aggravation Scott has given them, I'm sure they're grateful for you."

"Scott isn't so bad," he said. "He's kind of cute actually, not as cute as you are though."

"Oh, gross," I said. "That's my brother you're talking about."

"I know, but I still think he's kind of cute," he said. "I used to have the hots for him, before I started dating you. I had the hots for you as well, Jared."

"Forget Scott," I said.

"I wish we could do it again," he said.

"Do what again?" I asked, playing dumb.

"You know what, making out," he replied.

"Well it is getting dark," I told him. "Our parents will expect us back soon, so we don't have much time, but I think we can risk a short make out session."

I pulled him into my arms and we kissed. We held each other tight as we began to make out. I wanted to rip his clothes off and just go at it, but I controlled myself. I sighed with contentment. I loved the feeling of closeness that being with him gave me. Whether we were making out or making love, I felt as if we were connected.

Maybe that was the whole idea of sex. Maybe that's why sex created such intense physical pleasure. Perhaps it was meant to create an intimate bond that continued long after the sex was over. I felt that connection to Blake, both now and when I was far away.

It was bound to happen and it finally did. Schools all over the area, all over the entire country actually, had opened back up in August, only to have to close again, after either a student or teacher had tested positive for COVID-19.

Chouteau High had dodged that bullet so far, but when I woke up on Wednesday, October 14 th , there was an email waiting in mom and dad's inboxes. Someone had tested positive the day before, they wouldn't say who or even if it was a student or teacher, but the entire school would be closed until at least next week in order to be completely sanitized. I guess it's back to the virtual learning, at least temporarily anyway. That sucks, but it also presented an opportunity.

Mom and dad both work, as does Blake's parents, so I would have the house alone during the day, as would he. Well, Scott would be here, but he won't care.

I received a text from Blake about nine, asking if I wanted to come over. I quickly replied back that I would be over shortly. I then went back to my room, took a quick shower, ensuring I was nice and clean, then got dressed and headed out. I made sure to grab a handful of condoms and the lube dad had provided. I had the feeling that today was going to be the day I finally lost my virginity. I hoped to take Blake's as well.

I arrived at his house less than ten minutes later. I had barely managed to step through the door when he grabbed me and started kissing me.

"We have the whole fucking house to ourselves," he said.

"Does that mean we're going to…?" I asked.

"To fuck," he said. "Hell yes! I mean, if you're okay with that of course."

"I've been okay with it," I said. "I've been waiting on you."

I glanced down and noticed the bulge in his jeans. I couldn't help myself. I reached down and groped it. Hell yes, he was hard. I'd known he was, but… oh damn. I loved the feeling of that hard prick throbbing in my hand.

We quickly made it to his room and barely got the door closed before he practically climbed up my body. I grabbed two handfuls of that sweet ass and drew him up as his mouth latched onto my neck., his arms wrapped around me. His thighs squeezed my waist.

I moved him up and down, rubbing our dicks together through our jeans. My cock was already leaking. We were going to have to take the edge off. There was no way I would make it inside that tight little body before I went off like the fourth of July.

We dropped onto the bed. I took my shirt off as he leaned on his elbows watching. I tackled my shoes next, then stripped out of my jeans, taking my underwear with them. Blake stared at me, one hand touching himself through his pants. He looked fucking edible.

"Jesus, Blake, get naked," I said.

I didn't even give the boy time to respond. I grabbed both his shoes and jerked them off, then attacked his socks and jeans. I yanked them and his boxers off. His beautiful cock sprang free. He tugged his shirt off up to his armpits, immediately dropping onto his back, stroking himself. Fuck if that wasn't the sexiest thing.

I groaned and climbed onto the bed, between his open legs, settling on my knees. I gripped my dick and pulled in time with his hand. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth and whimpered. He actually whimpered; then wide green eyes peered up at me. His hand pumped faster; his eyes now glued to my cock.

"God, you look good," he said.

The head of his dick glistened with precum. I groaned, my own dick harder than a steel pipe, throbbing in my hand. I reached out with my other hand and cupped his balls, squeezing lightly.

"Cum for me, Blake," I told him. "Cum for me, so I can fuck you."

He lost it, moaning loudly as his hips raised off the bed. His body stiffened, and he shot on his hand, his stomach, and his chest. The glazed loon on that beautiful face and the spunk pushed me right over. I thrust up into my hand, twice, and felt my balls pull tighter. I leaned over him and watched the thick, white liquid spatter on his belly.

"Oh, oh, Blake," I screamed.

He ran his fingers through the spunk on his stomach and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean.


Damn! My hips actually snapped forward. Jesus! I sat back on my heels, watching my boyfriend. His dick was only half hard when he sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. My cock never even lost interest.

"I want you inside me, Jared. You okay with that?" he asked.

"Hell yes," I said. "I've been wanting to fuck you for days now."

"Then why haven't you?"

"You wanted to take things slow, remember."

He groaned and grabbed my cock. I hissed, pushing up into his hand.

"Damn, you actually believed that?"

He grumbled, then bent forward and took me into his mouth. My whole body trembled. I was already very sensitive. That hot, wet mouth was heaven. You'd never know I'd just recently came. I ran my fingers through his hair, watching his mouth take my dick. Damn, but he could suck cock. The boy had a natural talent. He had even learned to deep throat without gagging, which was something I couldn't quite master, not yet anyway. Of course, he was bigger than I am, which can be a little intimidating at times.

"Damn, Blake. This is nice, but…" I said.

I pulled away and reached down for my jeans, grabbing the bottle of lube. I then grabbed him and threw him down on the bed, pressing him into the mattress for a kiss.

"How do you want it?" I asked.

"I'm… I… however you want it, Jared. It's up to you."

His gaze darted around before settling on me. I nipped my boyfriend's lip.

"No, it's not up to me," I said. "How do you want it to be?"

He swallowed. "On my back, if it won't bother you."

I blinked. "Bother me. Hell no, it won't bother me. Why would it?"

He shrugged.

"Oh, no. You aren't getting away with that," I said. I seized my cock and tapped his leg with it. "I don't think this is going anywhere soon. I've got time."

He groaned and rolled his eyes. I dropped the lube, grasped his legs and pulled them up, making him bend his knees. I stooped over and ran my tongue up his balls, before sucking on them. I pushed his legs closer to his chest, practically bending him in half, and then traced my tongue down. I licked his crease and teased his ass.

"Oh, my god!" he screamed. "Oh, my fucking god, Jared."

He squirmed and wiggled. He acted like he couldn't decide if he wanted closer, or if he wanted to get away. It didn't matter; I didn't give him the chance to do either. I continued to trace the tight puckered hole with my tongue, then lapped my way back up his balls. Sometime during my rimming, his prick had woken up again. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked.

"Oh," he moaned.

I let go of his legs and retrieved the lube. I slicked up my cock. His groan of appreciation had me lingering longer, playing it up for him. Damn, it felt pretty good, too. I couldn't just… Blake's tight little ass. Focus, Jared.

I let go of my dick and squeezed some more lube onto my fingers. He grabbed his legs and held them back, his eyes nervous as he watched me.

"Relax, Blake," I whispered. I gripped his foot with my non slick hand and kissed the arch. "No one gets me as hot as you do," I said.

My fingers slid over the ring of muscle. He gasped. I pushed a finger in and we both groaned. Damn, it was snug. My cock jerked in anticipation. I pressed another finger in, watching his face for signs of discomfort. There wasn't any.

His cock was rock hard against his stomach again. His eyes closed, slight smile on his lips. Fuck, he was a good-looking boy.

"Ready for another finger?" I asked.

"I'm ready for your cock," he whispered.

"You sure?"

"Uh, huh."

I slid a third finger in, watching his face closely. He sighed. I pulled my fingers out and lined the head of my cock up with the needy hole. I pushed and his body swallowed me in.

"Oh, goddamn you feel good," I said.

I pressed forward slowly, my body arguing with me the whole way, telling me to hurry up. I ignored it, taking my time. Savoring the feel of his body, squeezing me tight.

He whimpered. "Move. Please move."

I did, thrusting gently at first. I was a little awkward at first, after all I'd never done anything like this before, but gradually I started getting into it. Blake made such sweet sounds, gasps and sighs. I felt myself getting close. Smelled the drops of cum seeping from his cock. I grabbed his legs under the knees and pulled him up to meet my thrusts, moving faster.

He groaned, his eyes going wide. I did it again. His whole body tensed, his ass tightening. I groaned too. I sped my pace more and watched the pleasure play over his face. I smiled.

"You like that, Blake?" I asked.

"God yes!" he screamed. "Faster, Jared. Harder."

A tingle ran up my spine. Damn, if this wasn't hot, I didn't know what was. I started snapping my hips faster.

"Touch yourself," I told him. "Jerk yourself off for me, Blake."

He grabbed his prick, pulling in time to my strokes. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. His teeth sank into his bottom lip as he pumped his cock. Within seconds, he tightened around me, begging. I didn't know what he was saying, didn't understand a word of it, but I knew what he had asked for. I fucked him fast and hard, driving into him.

Within seconds, his body shook, his moans growing louder and louder. His muscles clamped tight around me and the scent of spunk filled the air. Blake was always beautiful, but something about the look on his face when he came undid me.

I came with a ragged moan, my body spilling into his. I collapsed over him, breathing hard, riding out the aftershocks. His arms wrapped around me and he nuzzled his face against mine. When he found my lips with his, he brought us together. I moaned into his mouth, kissing back. God, I loved this boy,

The next day, it was my turn. If I said I wasn't scared, I would be lying. Blake is rather well endowed, and I wasn't sure if I could take it or not. I was dying to at least try it, however.

He caught my arm and pressed me into the wall, then it was him slamming into me. Blake fucking Bridges, grinding against me, his eyes staring into mine. My dick went from throbbing to aching.

"This what you're fucking after, Jared?" he asked.

I couldn't speak, so I just wrapped a hand around his neck and hauled his head forward. His lips parted in a smile against mine, and as my tongue slid inside, that wet rub went all the way down to my dick. I tightened my legs to hold myself up against the rush of blood flooding my cock.

His mouth was sweet, and he laughed into my kiss, hands tangling in my shirt as he worked on the buttons. Giving up on the buttons, his hand pressed lower, rubbing my cock through my jeans. The feel of his hand on my dick, even thru the layers of clothing, had my head swimming and I was going to cum way too soon if I didn't do something now.

I grabbed him and shoved him backward across the room. He was still laughing as his back hit the wall with a thud, laughed as my tongue licked down his neck. He stopped laughing when I dropped to my knees. I clenched my fists to stop my hands from trembling before I reached for his fly. How many times had I done this in the last month?

Today was going to be special, though. Today was the day. Panic pumped acid into my stomach, and I knew I had to hurry before I changed my mind. I worked quickly, pulling him through his fly and wrapping my lips around him, as soon as the perfect mushroom head cleared the cloth. I licked, teasing him under the ridge, lapping the salty drops from the slit, and then sucked him in further. His hand landed on my hair, threaded through my bangs, and lifted them back until I had to look up at him.

"Holy shit, Jared," he hissed.

I had learned quite a bit about sucking cock in the last month, and I was planning on showing every trick to Blake today. I relaxed my jaw, my throat, and took that thick cock so deep my lips kissed the surface of his jeans.


Whatever he was going to say got swallowed by the moan that broke from his lips. It might have been my name, it might have been a protest, but his hand just urged me closer. After pulling back with a long, teasing lick, I reached up to play with his balls, still trapped in the fabric, before sucking on his head once more.

He hissed through his teeth, and then a loud thunk made me pull all the way off until the crown left my lips with a soft plop. He thumped his head against the wall while I watched.

"Fucking hell, Jared," he said. His lips were wide and wet, as if he'd been the one with a dick down his throat. He panted for a second, then whispered, "take me deep again. Please."

I licked around the head, tasted the cum leaking from the slit, before I screwed my lips down on the shaft, slow and tight, and wet. His fingers moved to my cheek, thumb rubbing across my stretched lips and down inside the hollow of my cheek. I wrapped my hand across the base and increased the speed of my strokes.

"Shit, that feels so fucking good," he whispered.

I dropped my hand and opened my throat again, gulping him down. With his hand tightening in my hair, he tugged me off until my eyes watered.

"What?" I looked up at his flushed face.

"I don't want to cum yet," he said.

I stretched my neck and licked the dark red head so close to my lips. "You can go again," I said.

He made a sound like he was gargling, then jerked away.

"At least let me get these clothes off," he said. "I'm not cumming in my jeans. You should probably take yours off as well."

I bit my lip and unbuttoned my jeans. "You gonna make me?" I asked.

His pants and shirt were already on the floor. He stepped up to pull my shirt over my head. "Yeah," he said.

He pulled off my shirt and yanked my jeans down and tossed them on the floor as well. "You're gonna cum so hard you'll forget where you are," he said.

Then he stepped over to the bed, ripped the covers off, and sat on the edge, leaning back on his arms. Looking at the boy on the bed, I almost drooled. Golden brown skin everywhere, green eyes, black hair. Light hair starting below his pecs, darkening beneath his naval, as it trailed down to frame his cock.

I was staring at his gorgeous cock and I had to get it back in my mouth. Now! It took two steps to drop between those thighs and wrap my lips around the leaking crown. His hand was back on my head, petting me, urging me, and I took a deep breath and swallowed that beautiful cock down until I almost had the whole length. He moaned and I pulled back and started bobbing until his hand lifted me.

"I don't want to cum yet," he told me again.

He reached under my arm and dragged me onto the bed. I was pretty sure I knew what he meant. And, if I was honest with myself, this was what I wanted as well.

He didn't leave any room for doubt, because as soon as I was stretched out next to him, he licked under my ear and murmured, "I want to cum in your tight little ass."

I was pretty sure I must have passed out for a second, because the next thing I knew, he was wrapping his lips around my cock and it felt like the first time anyone had ever blown me, so hot and wet.

I didn't know I could get so hard and not shoot. I was afraid if I touched his head, I would do something stupid, like rip out his hair, so I just fisted my hands on my thighs and tried not to buck up into that bone melting heat.

He backed off long enough to suck on my balls, mouthing one side and then the other, before licking underneath. My whole body shook with the effort to stay still.

"Roll over," he ordered.

I didn't think there were two sexier words in the English language, especially not when Blake was growling them. I twisted and rolled, my heart slamming high and tight in my chest. He stroked his hands down my ass, to my thighs, before sliding back up to pull my cheeks apart.

I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he licked there and then I couldn't breathe at all. His hot tongue worked around the entrance to my body, flicking, wetting, while his hands pulled me wider, fingers digging in hard. I squirmed and he held me tighter, spread me wide open for the hot pressure of a tongue spearing inside.

"Oh, god," was all I could manage to say.

His laugh was warm and deep vibrating against my sensitive skin. Then he was licking again, tongue flicking about a million tiny nerve endings, and I groaned until my throat hurt. When he drove his tongue in and sucked, I couldn't help it; I bucked back into that blinding heat and pleasure. His mouth lifted away and a finger pressed against the throbbing opening.

"What's the matter, Jared, you don't like me to eat your ass?" he asked.

I groaned as his finger slid inside. His tongue slid in next to his finger, while his hand held me so open, I wanted to scream. Suddenly, the rub of the sheet against my dick was too much and I was close, god too close, but he backed off. He crawled over me, dropping a kiss on my shoulder.

The drawer of the nightstand creaked and he clambered back on top of me, straddling one of my thighs. He nuzzled the inside of my knee with his, pushing it toward my waist. His finger was back inside me before I had a chance to think, to process the sensation of cold lube and warm flesh against me.

"God, you do have a tight little ass," he said.

His groan vibrated on my spine. My muscles shuffled and relaxed, as his finger tickled nerves I never knew I had.

"That's it, suck it right in," he murmured.

I was just relaxing into that rhythm when he slid in another finger. Slid wasn't quite it. Jammed was more like it. It fucking burned. I flinched, and then his hand was on my dick, pulling it down between my legs, and the burn eased into stinging, and then I was rocking back and forth onto those fingers. He twisted them and after a second of pain, I felt a splash of pleasure from deep inside.

I arched, tried to get back there, but he seemed to know all about it and he did it again and again. Every time he rubbed inside me it felt better and better, until I could hear myself moaning, "yeah," with every thrust.

His mouth grazed the small of my back before forcing in another finger. If two had burned, three was fucking fire. I groaned and he kissed my back, and then my hip, sucking deep.

"Fucking hell, you're going to burn my dick off," he said as he pulled his fingers free, and I buried my wince in the pillow.

Seconds later, his dick was rubbing along the crack of my ass. He pulled on my hips until I was on my knees. I wasn't completely naïve. I knew it was going to hurt. There was no way it couldn't, at least not at first, unless maybe we took a week to get me ready. But we only had today, and I wasn't leaving until I had Blake's dick up my ass.

He knew it was my first time, so he would take it slow, murmur soft words, and relax me, or he might change his mind completely, and again, I wasn't leaving this room a virgin.

I thought I was ready for it, tried to breathe and relax, and all that shit, but I quickly found out that there's absolutely no way to be ready for a rock-hard dick forcing itself into my ass. I fought the urge to flinch away and held steady as he pushed in.

He didn't stop, just kept coming, and damn, he hadn't felt that big in my mouth, but now his dick felt like a damn traffic cone, and he kept going, and how the fuck long was he anyway.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jared, you're going to kill me," he said. "You're so fucking tight."

His balls finally hit my ass and he stayed there, panting. My chest was heaving like I'd done a double lap around the track. As I bit my lip, screaming to get it out, Blake moved his hands from my hips, stroking my back and sides until I could feel how sweat slicked his skin was.

His arm wrapped around my hips and his hand tugged on my softened dick. It didn't help much. My dick tried to rise, tried to find something to get excited about. But the memory of that oh so good rub of Blake's fingers inside had faded under this tearing, eye watering stretch.

Maybe the first time never got good, no matter what I had read. Maybe I should tell him to move so I could get this over with. I arched my back and he slid in deeper, groaning, "yeah, baby, like that."

He settled his hands on my hips, moving me forward and back as he fucked slow and deep. I twisted my hands in the sheet, feeling sweet breath everywhere, my wrists, my knuckles, my scalp. I didn't know if I could do this, take it long enough to let him get off, and then he eased back all the way.

Stretching me right at the rim, and when he sank back in, it didn't hurt anymore. Every single nerve inside me lit up like a sparkler. My muscles opened and pulled him in deeper. Pleasure rolled through me in a sweet, hot blast that kept rushing around in my bloodstream.

Fingers tightened on my hips, he slammed deep, jerking me back to meet each thrust. So good, so good it was almost too much, good enough to scare me a little. How could I feel this good for this long? How was I ever going to let it stop?

He groaned as he arched into me, tight, quick pants of, "yeah, man," and, "oh fuck," falling into the rhythm of his hips as they pistoned against my ass.

I panted. "God, Blake, I didn't…" and it was harder to get the words out than I thought it could be. Every time his dick speared me; speech flew out of my head until I was reduced to spitting words out between each of his powerful thrusts. "I… didn't… know… feel… like… this."

His lips stuttered, then stopped, his hands squeezing my hips before kneading the muscles of my back.

"Ah, fuck, Jared, you should have told me," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

My ass throbbed around his dick, and I wanted him to move again. I rolled my hips.

"I wouldn't have, shit; I wouldn't have gone so hard," he said.

His hands made a soothing pass down my back again. I pressed my lips together to keep back a groan of frustration.

"You hear me complaining?" I asked.

He laughed again, and I knew it meant all the awkward shit was over and he was going to keep fucking me.

"Come on, Blake." I rocked as much as I could, but he was gripping my hips, keeping me still.

"You're a pushy boy, aren't you?" he said.

He pressed his chest over my back, mouthed the side of my neck, the top of my shoulder. I rocked against him, trying to get that good friction again. He pressed his shins over my calves and held me, driving deep into me, with strokes so deep and so devastatingly slow that I swore I could feel every single vein, every ridge on his dick.

"If I'd have known, I'd have gone nice and slow, like this," he said.

He dropped kisses on my neck and shoulders, his hips stating a swivel that forced sounds from me I never though I could make. My legs shook and couldn't hold me up anymore, and I fell forward under his weight.

He pinned me harder, a hand on my shoulder blade, legs forcing me wide as he kept rolling his hips until I thought my whole nervous system was going to collapse on pleasure overload, because I'd never felt anything like this. I reached behind me, trying to get him closer and he pulled my hand away.

"Touch your cock, Jared. Make yourself cum," he told me.

He sped up his strokes until his balls were slapping against my ass. I gritted my teeth and dragged the words out.

"Don't want to. Not yet." I tightened my ass around his dick.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed, arching harder, faster. He leaned down again and laced his fingers over me. "Gonna have to beg for it, then, babe."

He shifted higher against me, his cock driving into me from a different angle, and that was it. The fucking gold medal thrust, because he was rubbing something that just pumped pleasure into my already over loaded nerves until I swear that I could see spots behind my squeezed shut eyelids, and I'd always thought that was some bullshit people made up to describe sex, but it was true.

Purple, white, black, red sparks, my body shuddering as Blake slammed into me again and again, his body keeping me pinned so that every stroke hit me and ripped another burst of that blinding pleasure from deep inside.

I knew the sounds I was making couldn't even be considered human anymore, and I didn't care if the whole house could hear me, as long as he kept fucking me. The bed was rocking under the force of him riding me, shoving me right up to that edge where I had to cum or die. I tried to pry my fingers loose.

"Wanna cum now," I moaned.

I could only force out a strangled groan but he released my hand and I managed to get my right hand on my dick, to tug on the hard, hot skin. Blake pinned me flat with his hands on my shoulders again, but it didn't matter, because it wasn't going to take that much to push me over.

I thumbed the head of my cock just as he slammed deep, and my balls drew up, the last warning tingle shivering in my bones.

"Yeah, come on, babe."

His mouth wet, hot and sucking hard on my shoulder, yanked the first blast from my dick. He slammed another and another shot out of me, fucked me until my balls were dry, my dick softened and slick in my hand. I felt him pull out, rough enough to make me wince, and then he was straddling my ass.

"Hot fucking ass, Jared," he said. "Squeezed me so hard."

Then he gasped and I felt the first splash of warmth high on my back, the next landing closer to the top of my ass. I wanted to count, see if I'd made him shoot as much as I had, but my brain was so fizzy, and my legs were like blocks of cement.

I couldn't even manage to roll out of the mess I'd made on the sheet, and I just didn't care. The last thing I remembered was his mouth soothing the spot on my shoulder where he's bitten me.

School started back the following Monday, with a few changes. The mask policy, while always in place, would now be strictly enforced. Before, if someone forgot to put theirs on, they were reminded and that was the extent of it. Now, failure to wear your mask could lead to detention at a minimum, or even suspension in extreme cases. And the classrooms would be more thoroughly cleaned and sanitized overnight, then they had been. Seemingly minor things had led to the recent positive cases, and the school administration was determined that it wouldn't happen again. Hopefully this will all be over with sometime within the next six to eight months, but we'll see.

I had hoped that with our President contracting the disease, he might take it a little more serious, but I guess that's too much to hope for. Even after his wife and teenage son had tested positive, along with several members of his staff, he still plans to hold campaign rallies and all kinds of other events between now and election day.

Even dad is starting to see the light. He has said that even if there was a vaccine tomorrow, he wouldn't trust that it was really effective and would not take anything until after the election. The whole thing has become too political, even for him.

But anyway, enough about that. I'm not telling you something you don't already know anyway.

On a more positive note, I am no longer afflicted with virginity. Blake cured me of that last week. I never imagined that it could be so much fun and feel so good. We now do it every chance we get, usually after school while our parents are at work.

Halloween is less than two weeks away, and it's on Saturday this year. I don't think anyone is certain what's going to happen this year. As far as I know, trick or treating is out. I feel sorry for the kids that are going to miss out. I miss it myself, but I'm too old now for something like that. I did, however, enjoy passing out candy last year, and will again this year hopefully, but that's yet to be determined.

In the past I've also gone to different haunted houses with Scott, but this year that's probably out as well. Too bad. Blake and I could have had so much fun.

I'm just so ready for this election to be over, and this whole year to be over as well. It's something I'll never forget, no matter how old I get. 2020 completely sucks, and not in a good way.

The End


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