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Trevor and Lucas: Summer Vacation

by Victor Thomas

June – August 2017


I just graduated from eighth grade last Sunday and my older brother just graduated from high school on the same day. The school held both our graduations ceremonies on the same afternoon, mine first, then my brother's.

I'm Trevor and my older brother is Jonathan. I have a sixteen year old sister named Laura as well. I'm fourteen years old, but will turn fifteen on August 20 th , just before school starts back up. Finally, I'm gonna be in high school. I can't wait. My best friend for the last two years, Lucas Hansen just turned fifteen three days ago, and he will be joining me as well.

Let me tell you a little about Lucas. His father retired from the navy and Lucas and his family moved back here to Chouteau two years ago. Him and I became friends that summer when he moved into a house just a block from me. I remember seeing the big moving van pull up out in front of their house that day. But the thing I remember most is the first time I ever laid eyes on Lucas. Cute does not even begin to describe this boy. He is absolutely gorgeous, maybe the best looking boy I've ever seen, certainly the cutest in school. On a scale of one to ten I'd rank him as a twelve.

You're probably saying to yourself, the boy's only fourteen, how can he possibly know he's gay. Every one of you reading this story was a fourteen year old boy at one time so you know how confusing things can be at that age. The truth is, I don't know for sure, I'm still trying to figure things out. I just know that most of my friends at school discovered girls in the last year or so, but I don't get what the big deal is. I mean, girls are pretty, but some of the things the other boys want to do are downright disgusting. But, then again, maybe I just haven't figured things out yet. All I know is that I find boys fascinating, that I have an attraction for guys that seems to be getting stronger all the time. The truth is, it's one of those things you just know instinctively I think.

Lucas is about five feet four inches tall and maybe a hundred ten pounds at the most, but I expect him to grow taller and more muscular here in the next several months. His voice has started breaking and you know what that means. He's growing into a mature young man. I should be right behind him, hopefully soon. I hate being a little boy.

Oh, did I mention the blond hair, which he kind of parts down the middle, and his gorgeous green eyes. I did mention that he's cute as hell, didn't I? If not, he's cute as hell. He was so damned hot I couldn't keep my eyes off of him when he walked down the hallway at school. I was especially attracted to his tight butt. Don't ask me why; this is all so new to me. Jesus, I wanted to see him naked.

I have seen him naked of course, in the locker room at school and a few times when we have stayed at each other's house, but I was only able to get a quick glimpse. I didn't want to be too obvious what I was looking at after all. No, I just wanted to see him butt ass naked standing in front of me while I openly checked him out. Like that's ever gonna happen.

Not that I'm all that bad looking myself. I hope I don't come off as sounding conceited about myself, because I'm not. I also have blond hair, except mine is cut closer along the sides and is a little longer on top, but not as long as Lucas'. I also have green eyes, although my mother says they're hazel. Whatever.

Like I said, I really don't understand this whole gay thing, but I'm starting to figure it out. I have no idea what I would actually do with Lucas if given the opportunity. All I have is this vague notion that I would like to get naked with him and just see what happens. But what are the odds of that ever happening?

I do know about sex, at least the guy and girl part, but I find that kind of gross. I've seen pictures of naked girls in my brothers fuck magazines that he keeps hidden in his room. He doesn't keep them as well hidden as he thinks. After all, I found them. But I only looked through them once because all that pussy was just not something I wanted to see. Disgusting is the term that comes to mind.

My friends at school are always talking about looking through their older brother's porn, and how much they like pussy. Apparently I'm the only virgin in my class, if you believe all the bullshit coming out of the mouths of my male classmates. I guaranfuckingtee that every single one of them has never even come close to pussy. The closest they've ever been to pussy was when they were born.

I never join in on those conversations and I've noticed that Lucas doesn't either. I know that doesn't really mean anything, but a boy can fantasize, can't he. I've thought about coming out to Lucas, but like I said I'm still somewhat confused. Things are becoming more and more clear every day, though. I'm almost certain that I'm gay, and it doesn't really bother me one little bit.

I've thought about talking to my brother about this but just haven't done it yet. I don't think he would have a problem with me being gay. After all, he's friends with Marty and his boyfriend Grant, and they're both popular jocks, playing on the football team. Chouteau High School has several out gay boys and they don't get any shit, not much anyway. I would have heard if there was. After all, even though I just graduated from Junior High, all the students in Chouteau attend school in the same building. Christ, there are probably less than five hundred students in the entire school, all twelve grades. There are always one or two assholes no matter where you are, but Chouteau is actually quite accepting of gays, which is unusual for a small mid-western farm town. So, I'm not really worried about coming out. I don't plan on making a bit announcement or anything like that, but I'm not going to deny it either. I even think my parents would be accepting, after they got over their initial surprise that is.

I finally decided that I should talk to Jonathan. He'll be going away to college here in about two months and I probably won't see him until at least Thanksgiving or maybe even Christmas. He's been accepted to the University of Alabama on a football scholarship. He's going to be playing for the Alabama Crimson Tide, one of the top football programs in the entire nation, the winner of several national championships. My parents are extremely proud of him, as am I, of course.

Jon used to really tease and torment me when he was younger, but not so much anymore. He still likes to tease me occasionally but never anything really mean like he did in the past. I knew I could sit down and talk to him and he would listen and give me whatever help or advice he could. That's what big brothers are for, right?

The opportunity finally came up in early June. We were in his car on our way to Joplin to do some shopping and I finally decided that now was the perfect opportunity.

"I need to tell you something, Jon," I said. "Please listen to what I have to say, and please don't tease me about anything."

Jon looked over at me and smiled. I think he could hear a little hesitation in my voice.

"This sounds serious, Trevor," he said. "I promise I won't give you any shit."

"It is serious, Jon," I said. "Thank you for listening."

"So, what's on your mind?"

I hesitated for a moment, and then began speaking. "You're friends with Marty and Grant, right? The two gay guys on your football team."

"Of course," Jon said. "We've been friends since we were all in grade school. Why?"

"So, them being gay doesn't matter to you?"

"Of course not. Why should it?" he asked. "It's what they are. They were born that way. It's no big deal. Why do you ask?"

"What if I told you that I think I might be gay as well?" I said. "Would that bother you having a gay brother?"

"You say you think you might be gay? You're not sure?"

"I'm pretty sure, but not a hundred percent. It's all so confusing. I'm almost positive I am, however."

"I'm not upset with you or anything like that, Trevor," Jon said. "I am concerned about how your friends might react, however. You're not likely to be beaten up or hurt, at least not physically, but some guys like to insult gays and other people that they see as weaker than they are."

"But I'm not like that, Jon" I said. "I play football and you've taught me how to defend and take care of myself over the last few years. I'm not really worried about something like that."

"I know you can, Trevor, and I'm proud of you. I think you'll make a good addition to the team this year. But there are guys who resent people like us, and they'll use you being gay as an excuse to harass you. You understand?"

"I understand what you're saying, Jon," I answered. "So you think I should keep this a secret?"

"God no!" he exclaimed. "I think you're perfectly safe if you come out. I just think you need to be aware and keep your eyes and ears open. Our school is pretty accepting of gay guys. Christ, there are at least six gay guys that I know of right now in school, and maybe more. Well, there were. Four of them just graduated with me, but there's bound to be more that haven't come out yet. Plus there's a couple of lesbians as well. I don't think you have anything to worry about. And you coming out may help other guys as well. A cute, popular jock coming out might possibly inspire others, others that may not feel comfortable coming out for fear of what may happen, especially guys that may not be popular like you."

"I hadn't really thought about all that," I told him. "That's something to consider. So, you think I'm cute, huh?"

"Yeah, I think so, and I'm sure a lot of girls probably think so as well. Probably a few boys also. I'm sure you'll break a few hearts."

"Thanks," I said. "What about mom and dad? How do you think they'll react?"

"Not negatively, if that's what you're getting at," Jon replied. "Sure, they might be initially disappointed, but that won't last. They love you, Trevor. Never doubt that. And they're proud of you. They always talk about you."


"Yes, really. I don't think you have anything to worry about with mom and dad. They're cool. Just don't tell them I said that."

"Don't worry, I won't tell them. I agree, by the way."

"So, do you have a boyfriend, or someone you like?"

"No, I don't have a boyfriend, yet. I'm still trying to figure all this out. Until then I'm not really looking. But I do like Lucas. I'm just not sure how he will feel if he finds out I like him like that. Does that make any sense?"

"Lucas, huh? He is a cute boy, I'll say that. As far as how he might react, there's really no way to know for sure, but I don't think he will react badly. You guys have been friends for a couple of years now, so that's something you'll have to figure out on your own. Maybe you can just tell him you're gay, but not that you like him, just to see how he reacts. If he's really your friend he'll be cool with it. If he drops you then you're better off without him. But again, that's something you'll have to do."

"Thanks, Jon. I think I will talk to him and see what happens. At the very least I'll know where him and me stand."

The two of us continued to talk as we drove toward Joplin. We went to Northpark Mall and walked around for a couple of hours, shopping for new school clothes and other supplies. I never really had paid that much attention before, but there were a lot of really cute boys walking around the mall today. I guess I really must be gay. I didn't pay any attention to the girls, and there were plenty of them as well.

After we left the mall, Jon took me to Pizza Hut where we had a large meat lover's pizza. We talked more on the way home and by the time we arrived he had pretty much convinced me to tell Lucas and gage his reaction. I just had to find the right time and opportunity. And work up the courage to actually tell him.

The opportunity came up later that week. Lucas and I were out riding our bikes around town, stopping at the Hornet's Nest for lunch and then riding down to the park next to the river. God, I can't wait until I can get my driver's license next year. Then maybe we'll be able to go to Joplin or somewhere occasionally and get out of this boring little town.

Don't get me wrong, Chouteau is a nice quite little town, but nothing exciting ever happens here. Big news around here is when someone catches a big catfish or spoonbill down at the river, or if one of the school teams has a game. That's always on the front page of the Chouteau Advance , the local paper. It only comes out once a week and even then there's rarely any real news to report.

I don't even remember how the subject came up exactly. Lucas and I were talking about all kinds of different things, just whatever came to mind it seemed. We were talking about the upcoming school year which starts in late August, and the upcoming football season, and practice starting next month. Before I knew it the subject of girls came up.

"I can't wait to start high school," I said. "I'm really looking forward to it, and playing football."

Did I mention that Lucas played football as well? We had both played on our junior high team the last two years. I couldn't wait to play on the high school team this upcoming year. I hoped I could be as good as my brother. He had been good enough to get a spot on the University of Alabama team, the Crimson Tide.

"I know what you mean," he said. "Even if I don't get to play in any games, it'll be fun just to be on the team. Maybe I'll be able to find myself a girlfriend as well."

Shit! There goes my fantasy. I guess I always knew in the back of my mind that Lucas liked girls even though here lately I thought he might possibly be gay like me. And I am gay! After my talk earlier this week with my brother and some serious thinking and honesty on my part, I finally am able to admit it to myself. No more doubts. I am what I am.

I had been watching and observing Lucas over the last few weeks and I was almost certain that he might have been as well. I noticed the way he sometimes looked at other boys when he thought no one would notice. No one probably would notice unless they knew what to look for. I also noticed he sometimes looked at me that way as well, a hungry look in his eyes, like he wanted to devour me or something. We stayed at each other's houses all the time and it wasn't unusual to undress in front of each other, sometimes even getting completely butt ass naked. I would see him watching out of the corner of his eye or looking at the mirror so it wouldn't be so obvious.

Of course, I was always doing the same with him, every chance I got. The boy has a nice body for a fourteen year old. He's started growing hair around his dick and under his arms, and he's start ing to put on a little muscle in all the right places. And did I mention that he's got about a four-inch cock? That's probably about average for guys our age I guess, from what I've seen on the other boys in the locker room anyway.

"Yeah, I guess," I said, probably not sounding as enthused as most guys when the subject of girls came up.

"You don't sound too excited, Trevor," he said. "Don't you want to find yourself a girlfriend?"

Jesus! I had intended to tell him about myself, but I wasn't really prepared right now. But now seemed as good a time as any. Better to just say it and get it over with. See what happens. Lucas will either be my friend or he'll hate me afterward. I didn't want to lie to him and I felt like I would be if I didn't say something. Letting someone think something that's wrong is the same as lying, at least I think it is.

I looked at him for several long seconds before I finally opened my mouth and said, "Lucas, there's something I need to tell you about me. Something you might not be too happy about, but I need to tell you. You're my best friend and I don't like keeping this secret from you."

"If you're going to tell me you're gay, Trevor, I already know. I figured it out a month or so ago."

"What!" I exclaimed. "You know? How could you know? I just figured it out myself just within the last few weeks. Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"I figured you'd tell me in your own time."

"You knew and you didn't care that I'm gay? Holy shit!"

"Why should I care, Trevor? You're the first guy who befriended me when I moved here two years ago. You're my best friend. Your being gay is not going to change that. Actually, I'm kind of hurt that you would think something so insignificant would affect our friendship. We'll always be friends, no matter what."

"I'm sorry, Lucas. It's just that I've heard and read so many stories about people losing their friends when they found out they were gay. I guess I should have known better, but I just couldn't help worrying. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you," he said. "I understand where you're coming from. I've heard the same stories myself. I just want you to know that nothing will change between us."

"So what made you realize I'm gay?" I asked. "Was it something I said or did? Like I said, I've been trying to figure all this out myself for the last several months. I talked to my brother and did some reading on the internet and finally just earlier this week was able to admit to myself that I'm gay. Yet, you say you knew? How?"

"Well, I wasn't completely sure until right now, of course," Lucas said. "Just the way you look at me sometimes, or look, at other boys when we're at school or at the mall or wherever. I mean, you're not obvious or anything, but it's probably because we hang out all the time that I noticed. I think you probably like me, like that."

I could feel my face turning red from embarrassment. It was true and he knew it.

"Yeah, I do," I admitted. "I hope that doesn't bother you. It's just that you're a very cute guy, Lucas. I can't help myself. Sorry!"

"No need to be sorry, Trevor," he said. "Actually, I'm flattered that you find me good looking. I find you incredibly good looking as well."

Lucas then leaned over and kissed me right on the lips. Oh my fucking god! Lucas Hansen kissed me! My first kiss ever was with Lucas fucking Hansen! Did I just die and go to heaven?

"You kissed me! Oh my god, you kissed me!"

He then leaned over and kissed me again, this time lingering a little longer before pulling away.

"Sorry, Trevor," he said. "I didn't think you'd mind. I had you going there for a couple of minutes."

"You have nothing to be sorry about," I told him. "And you were right, I didn't mind. That was incredible! But why would you kiss me? You like girls."

"Says who?" he said. "I like girls just fine, just not that way. I was just messing with you earlier. I've wanted to tell you about myself for the last few months as well. I just could never work up the courage, because like you, I was afraid of how it might affect our friendship if I happened to be wrong about you."

"I wondered about you a few times myself," I told him. "I always just told myself that I was reading you wrong, that I was just seeing what I wanted to see."

"No, you were right, Trevor. I'm gay as fuck, just like you. Thank god one of us finally had the balls to say it."

"Yeah, thank god. I hesitated even then, but I knew I had to tell you eventually. I'm glad I did. Now, kiss me again."

So that's what we did. We kissed each other again and again making out for over half an hour, right there in the park. Hopefully nobody will see us. We also rubbed each other's chest under our shirts and even felt each other up. I got so worked up that I actually came in my pants when Lucas was feeling me up and I know he did as well. Jesus, it was the hottest day of my life. I know we both wanted to do more than just make out, but we didn't. Fuck! I was ready to drop to my knees but I knew I would have the opportunity soon enough. I can't wait.

And to think that just a week ago I was still trying to figure out if I was even gay. Now, I can't wait to suck Lucas' dick. Quite a change in just a week.

Lucas and I had been best friends for the last two years, ever since his family had moved here, and now we were even closer. I had fantasized about him for several months now, never dreaming it would actually come true, but it had. Well, I had dreamed it would come true, but I didn't think it was possible.

I was dying to do more than just kiss and make out but hadn't actually done anything yet. I don't know why, because we both wanted to. I guess I was a little scared and Lucas probably was as well, although we'd never admit it, but I think that's what it was. I wasn't even sure what to do, exactly. I've looked at porn on the internet a few times, so I guess I do know actually, but I'm worried. What if I don't do it right? I want to please Lucas, not disappoint him. And that's just sucking him off. I really don't know what to think about fucking. I mean, that has to hurt, right? And yet, the few times I've watched it, the guys seem to be enjoying it, so there must be something to it. And some of the other things I've seen and read about looks like so much fun as well, but also seems sort of disgusting as well. I mean, I can't even imagine ever licking another guy 'there', and yet it seems so hot. Quite a contradiction. It's all so new to me.

Finally, about two weeks after we had come out to each other I decided to at least try something new. I thought I would start off slow and see how it went before doing more.

Lucas and I were making out on my bed, with our shirts off as usual, but with our shorts still on. Up to this point we had never gotten completely naked, even though I wanted to and I figured Lucas probably did as well. Not to say we didn't feel each other up through our pants, but we had neither one actually touched the other 'down there'. But that was about to change.

After we had been kissing and making out for about ten minutes, I leaned back on my shoulders, lifted my butt in the air, unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off, leaving my boxers on, at least for now anyway. The two of us went back to making out and soon Lucas removed his shorts as well.

Naturally, we were both hard as we continued to make out some more. We were both able to control ourselves better by now, however. I remember the first few times we would just rub each other's crotch and we would be cumming in our pants. Fortunately, that didn't happen so much anymore.

Anyway, we were both in just our boxers, rolling around on my bed, kissing and making out like usual. I just couldn't resist any more. I reached down and put my fingers through the fly on Lucas' boxers and wrapped my fingers around his rock hard cock. Oh my god, it was hot! The first time I had never touched anyone other than myself 'there'. I got an instant reaction out of Lucas who just gasped and moaned as I slowly jacked his dick. A few seconds later he reached over and grabbed me as well. Oh, wow! I never knew anything could feel so good. We both continued to jerk each other off for about two minutes until I let out a loud moan and had the best orgasm of my life. It was incredible! I was cumming so hard I feared I might pass out. Two seconds later I could hear Lucas moaning as well and I could feel my fingers getting all sticky as they were covered with cum as well. Jesus Christ, I had never experienced anything like this before. I thought when I jerked off it felt good, but this felt ten times better, let me tell you.

"Oh my god, that was…" Lucas started to say, before pausing to catch his breath. "That was the hottest thing I've ever done. Holy shit! I wish we had been doing this all along."

"Yeah, no shit," I replied. "Well, we are from now on, that's for damn sure."

"Can we do it again?" he asked, excitedly. "This time we'll take our boxers off. I want to see it next time."

"Of course we can," I said. "Let's catch our breath first."

We lay there for about ten minutes before we were both ready again. This time we both stood up and slid our boxers down, kicking them off onto the floor. I had seen Lucas' cock before, on many occasions, but this was the first time I was able to openly stare at him, and the first time I had ever saw him with a hard on. God, he was beautiful. He was probably four inches long, maybe a bit more. It looks like I'm, slightly bigger, but not by much. That gave me an idea. Maybe later we could measure each other just for the hell of it.

We lay back on my bed and were slowly jerking each other off when, before I knew what was happening, Lucas suddenly sat up, leaned over and took me in his mouth. I had thought about doing that to him, but hadn't worked up the nerve yet. If you think having another boy jerk you off is hot and feels good, it's nothing compared to having someone sucking your dick.

I decided now was the time so I repositioned my body so I could get him in my mouth as well. We were both laying head to foot, sucking each other's cocks. I think that might be what's called sixty nine, but I'm not sure. Whatever, it was the most fun I've ever had. Nothing could compare to what I was doing now.

Of course, since this was both of our first times we didn't last more than a minute. Before I knew what was happening I could feel my whole body start to tingle and then shuddering and before I knew what was happening, I shot my second load of the day, right down Lucas' throat. He struggled with it but didn't back off, swallowing the whole thing. About two seconds later I could feel the same reaction from him. Suddenly, my mouth was filled with a hot, sticky load of cum as Lucas shot off. I swallowed it as fast as it came out and was able to take it all, with some difficulty, but I managed. I had never really thought about what this would be like, but it was beyond hot. It actually didn't taste as bad as I thought it might, which is good because I intend to do this on a regular basis now that I know how incredible it feels and how much fun I had doing it. Who would have thought at fourteen I would have a boyfriend and we were sucking each other's dicks? Certainly not me.

We continued to play for the rest of the afternoon, until Lucas finally had to go home. We talked about how much we enjoyed everything we had done and how we intended to do it every chance we got, which probably means every day for the rest of the summer.

We didn't talk about the next step but it was on my mind and I'm sure Lucas probably thought about it as well. I'm not even sure exactly what the next step would be. I mean, I know gay guys fuck each other in the ass, but how exactly would one go about that? And it has to hurt, right? Fuck, I don't know anything about that but I intend to find out more. I wasn't ready for that quite yet, and may never be, but maybe Lucas and me can experiment in a couple of weeks. But I definitely want to continue what we started today.

I asked Lucas, of course, if I could tell my brother about us and he agreed. He wanted to keep things a secret, at least for now, until we could both come out to our families. I wasn't sure exactly if I should tell my parents, but they were bound to find out sooner or later. Better to come from me than someone else mentioning it. But I wasn't quite ready just yet.

But back to telling Jon. I was dying to tell someone and I knew I could trust my brother. Hell, he's the one who helped me figure all this out to begin with. He had really grown up in the last couple of years and I knew he would listen and be happy for me.

"I want to tell my brother about us," I said to Lucas. "He already knows I'm gay, and I told him I had a crush on you. That was before you and I got together."

"Go ahead," Lucas said. "Jon is hot. He's kind of an older version of you. I'd do him in a second. Shit! Sorry, Trevor. I didn't mean to say that. I would never cheat on you. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you," I said, laughing. "Actually, I can see what you're saying. Jon is kind of hot. I know that's wrong since he's my brother, but it's true. Just don't tell anyone I said that."

"Don't worry, Trevor. I'll never say anything. If you want, we can both talk to him; let him know what's going on."

"We'll talk to him later tonight or tomorrow, if that's okay with you."

"That sounds good. I'm anxious to tell somebody myself."

"He'll be leaving for college in about a month," I said. "He has to go down to start orientation and practice two months before school starts at the end of August. He's going to drive his own car down of course, but mom, dad, Laura and I are going to follow him and take a little vacation down on the gulf coast."

"That sounds like fun," Lucas said. "I wish I could go with you."

"Maybe you can," I said. "I'll talk to mom and dad and see what they think and let you know. Then you can talk to your parents. That would be fun, wouldn't it? We just won't tell them about us until afterward, that way we can share a room and they won't get suspicious."

"Sounds like a plan," he said.

He then leaned over and kissed me and that was all the talking until his mom and dad got home. I then called my brother to see if we could talk and the three of us ended up going to Joplin to eat supper at a Chinese buffet.

We had no sooner gotten into the car and started driving when I looked over at Jon and said, "Lucas and I have something we need to tell you, Jon. Something about the both of us."

"Let me guess," Jon said, smiling. "You guys are boyfriends, right?"

Lucas and I both looked at Jon, dumbfounded. Finally, Lucas said, "how did you know? You're the first person we've told."

"It wasn't hard to figure out," Jon said. "Trevor has already told me he was gay and had a crush on you. And I see how the two of you look at each other and act all goofy and shit when you're together. It doesn't take Sherlock Homo to figure it out."

"And you're cool with it?" Lucas asked.

"Of course," Jon said. "Like I told Trevor, you are what you are. I don't have a problem with it. You guys are cute together."

"Thanks, Jon," Lucas said. "Trevor said you would be fine with the two of us going together."

"Yeah, thanks, Jon," I said.

"So, you think I'm cute, huh?" Lucas said, giggling.

"Yeah, I think so," Jon said. "I'm not gay and have never had any desire to be with another guy, but that doesn't mean I can't recognize a cute boy when I see one. If I was gay I could probably go for someone like you, except you're a little too young for me."

Thanks," Lucas said.

"Lucas thinks you're cute as well," I said, mischievously. "He's talked about you a time or two."

I looked back and saw Lucas' face turning red with embarrassment, but he was also smiling.

"Thanks," Jon said, also smiling. "I'm flattered that you would think so."

"I can't believe you told him that," Lucas said. "I'm so embarrassed."

Jon just looked over at me, then into the rearview mirror and laughed. The three of us continued to talk and laugh for the rest of the drive over to Joplin, and all though our meal.

We drove to the King Palace , my favorite Chinese restaurant in Joplin and I piled my plate high with all different types of chicken, beef, eggrolls, fried rice and of course, egg drop soup. I love Chinese food, and apparently so does Lucas. It was the first time we had gone out together since we became boyfriends, other than to the Hornet's Nest , and even though Jon was with us it still felt like we were on a date. It was a lot of fun and I hated to see the evening end.

After we finished eating we drove out to the mall and walked around for about half an hour before it was time to head for home. When Jon pulled up to Lucas' house to drop him off, I kissed him goodnight before climbing back into the car. Jon saw the whole thing but didn't say a word, just smiled. He really was happy for me. Jon was the best brother, even if he had been a jerk in the past.

The next day I asked my parents if Lucas could go to Alabama with us when we drove down in July.

At first they were hesitant but finally dad said it was okay if Lucas' parents would let him. I just wondered what they would think if they knew that Lucas and I were boyfriends. Not only boyfriends, but that we were fucking. I shouldn't say fucking because we haven't actually gone that far yet. Just blow jobs for now, but maybe soon we'll go further.

I hesitated to keep that from my parents, not because I thought they might react badly, but because I didn't think they'd approve of the two of us doing the stuff we've been doing, and would keep a closer eye on us. I knew they for sure wouldn't let Lucas share a room with me on our vacation. I promised myself that I would sit down with both mom and dad and have a long talk before school started back up. I owed them that much respect. They've always been extremely supporting to me, Jon and Laura. Besides, by not telling them it may seem that I'm ashamed of being gay and that's not true. I may have struggled with everything, and still do somewhat, but I'm proud of who I am.

I called Lucas as soon as I finished talking to mom and dad and he told me he would talk to his parents and let me know. The two of us continued talking for almost an hour about various stuff, and ended up having phone sex for about fifteen minutes. Finally, after we both got off, I hung up and read for a while before finally going to sleep, dreaming about Lucas, of course.

A few days later I was talking to Laura and before I knew it Lucas came up in the conversation.

"So, how's Lucas?" she asked.

"He's fine," I said. "Why?"

"He's fine alright," she said, giggling. "I mean, he's cute, isn't he?"

"Yes he is," I said. I could feel my face turning red.

I hadn't told Laura yet about being gay and being boyfriends with Lucas. There was no reason I hadn't; it had just never come up until now.

"It's alright, Trevor," she said. "I sort of suspected that you and Lucas were going together. You are going together, right?"

"Well, yeah, we are, Laura. But only for about two weeks now."

"I knew it!" she exclaimed.

"What made you think that I was gay and that Lucas and I were going together?"

"I'm not blind, Trevor," she said. "Even if I was, I could still see it. I see the way you two look at each other when you think no one will notice. I've noticed when you two touch each other sometimes, the way your hands linger. Maybe it's because I'm a girl, but I notice little things like that."

"Well, you're right, Laura. Lucas and I are seeing each other, dating if you want to call it that, although we haven't been on a real date yet. It sucks not being old enough to drive so we can go to a movie or out to eat or whatever. I guess going to the Hornet's Nest could be considered a date, but it's just not the same."

"If you want me to take you guys to Joplin sometime and drop you off, just let me know. You can go to a movie, a restaurant or whatever and then I'll pick you up. All you have to do is ask. I'll tell you what. This Friday you can go with Tony and me. We'll drop you off and you two can do your own thing and we'll pick you up when it's time to come home. How's that sound?"

Tony was Laura's boyfriend. The two of them had started dating a few months ago.

"I'll talk to Lucas and see what he says, but that sounds like fun. I'm sure he'll agree. We'll go to a movie and maybe walk over to the mall afterward and eat at the food court or something. Thanks, Laura."

"You're welcome, Trevor. Anything for my baby brother."

I hated when she called me that, but I knew she didn't mean anything bad when she did. I'm not a little kid anymore!

"Now, for all the juicy details," she said, laughing. "How hung is he?"

"Oh, my god, Laura. I can't believe you would ask me something like that."

"Why not?" she asked. "You don't think girls talk about things like that? We may not be quite as crude and vulgar as boys, but we talk about sex just like guys do. So, is he any good in bed?"

"Jesus, Laura, you're killing me here. But yes, he's good and getting better all the time. We practice almost every day, you know."

"Really?" she asked. "I was only joking, you know."

"I know," I said, "but you wanted to know. Now it's your turn to be embarrassed."

"Alright, you got me there, Trevor," she said, laughing. "So you guys are doing it?"

"That depends on what you mean by 'it'," I said.

"Okay, Mr. Clinton, I mean are you having sex?"

"Why did you call me that?" I asked.

"That's something you'll learn about in high school history class," she said. "Probably not any of the details, but it involves President Clinton. You'll figure it out I'm sure. If not, just google President Bill Clinton and you'll find out."

"Okay, if you say so," I said. "If you're talking about having sex, then again, I guess that depends on your definition of sex. We aren't fucking if that's what you mean. We do give each other blowjobs, and we kiss and make out. We lick each other's bodies all over. But that's all we have done so far. And Lucas is four and a quarter inches long. I measured it myself. Happy?"

"Oh, my god, Trevor!" she exclaimed. "Jesus, I wasn't expecting all that."

"I know you weren't," I said. "I just wanted to see if I could shock you. I guess I did, didn't I? So, how big is Tony?"

She just looked at me for several seconds before saying, "I guess I deserved that. I've never actually measured him, of course, but just from looking I'd say he about six inches or so."

"Oh, my god. Sounds like a mouthful."

"No comment."

I laughed at that. Tony was a very cute boy, one that I would drop to my knees for in an instant if I wasn't going with Lucas. It was nice to be able to joke with my sister about things like that. I just hope Lucas never finds out what I said.

The next day I told Lucas about my conversation with Laura, leaving out some of the things we talked about, obviously. I didn't want him to be embarrassed the next time he saws her, after all. We also talked about her offer to take us over to Joplin this Friday.

"You know, Laura offered to take you and me with her and her boyfriend to Joplin this Friday," I said. "That way we can go on a real date, maybe see a movie or something. If you want to, that is."

"Really?" he asked. "That might be fun. I'm not sure I want to hang out with her and Tony though."

"We don't have to do that," I said. "She promised she'd just drop us off and we can call her whenever we're ready to come home. We can see the movie; go to the mall or whatever. At least we'll get out of Chouteau for a change."

The conversation soon drifted to other topics, including our upcoming trip down to Alabama and the gulf coast.

"My mom and dad said I could go with you, provided your parents say it's okay. My dad's gonna call your dad and talk to him and find out all the details."

"Oh, fuck yeah!" I exclaimed. "I mean, good, I'm glad you can go. We'll have a lot of fun."

"So, what all are you guys planning on doing?" he asked.

"They haven't got all that figured out yet," I said. "Jon is going to drive his car down to Tuscaloosa and drop it off and check in with his coach and the team. Maybe we can ride down with him, instead of with mom and dad."

"Oh, that will be fun," Lucas said. "I like your brother. He's always been nice to me, especially since we came out to him."

"Yeah, well, he was always a pain in my butt when he was a kid, but not so much anymore. He is kind of cool, not that I would ever admit that to him."

"I understand," he said. "I like to tease Mark all the time as well. He hates it when I do, but it's fun, at least to me."

Mark was Lucas' younger brother who was twelve years old. He's kind of cute himself, just a younger version of Lucas.

"Jon will probably show us around the campus a little bit. He's only been there once so it will be mostly new to him as well. After that, I don't think we have any definite plans. Mom and dad have talked about driving down to the coast, or whatever else comes up. Just whatever we see, I guess."

"That will be fun," Lucas said. "The gulf coast is nice, what with those white sandy beaches and all. It'll be hot as hell in July, but still a lot of fun. Just think of all the cute shirtless boys we'll see. That alone is worth it."

"So you've been there, I take it?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," he replied. "Dad was stationed at Pensacola for a couple of years. That's a nice area down there."

"Sounds nice," I said. "All those shirtless boys. I can't wait to see all that."

"Speaking of shirtless boys," he said, reaching over and taking my shirt tail in his hand, before pulling it over my head.

I then pulled his shirt off and proceeded to unbutton his shorts and dropped them to his ankles. Lucas did the same with my shorts and the next thing we knew we were both butt naked, rolling around on his bed, kissing and making out.

A few minutes later we flipped around and I took Lucas in my mouth and he did the same to me. Ever since that first time I can't seem to get enough of Lucas. I love sucking dick and I'm getting better at it. You know what they say, practice makes perfect, and we practice practically every day now, sometimes more than once a day. We can both pretty much hold out for twenty or thirty minutes now. We have done other stuff as well; including sucking and licking each other's balls and we've even licked each other's ass a few times. I know that sounds gross, but it can actually be fun. The only thing we haven't done yet is the big thing, but we have fingered each other. I think I'm about ready to take the final step but I want to continue experimenting a little more first. Perhaps on our upcoming vacation.

We played around for a couple of more hours before it was time for Lucas' parents to come home from work. My parents would also be home soon so I said goodbye, kissed him one final time, and rode my bike home. I am so looking forward to this upcoming vacation.

I had been thinking about coming out to my parents a lot here lately. Both Lucas and I have actually. At first I wanted to keep it a secret until after our upcoming trip, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought I should tell my parents before we left. That might keep Lucas from being able to go but I felt that I owed my parents that much respect.

My mom and dad have always treated me well, never hitting me or yelling and screaming or anything bad. They have always taken care of my needs, gave me a generous allowance and just generally always done right as far as my brother, sister and I are concerned. By not telling them I felt like I was disrespecting them and the same as lying in order to spend time with Lucas.

Both Jon and Laura assured me that they didn't think mom and dad would react badly or anything. I thought they might be surprised, but that was all I expected. Still, I was nervous.

I talked to Lucas first, and he agreed with my way of thinking. We could neither one see our parents trying to actually keep us apart or anything, but they may not let us go on vacation together. We both decided if that was the case then we could live without seeing each other for two weeks. Perhaps he could go but we wouldn't be able to stay in the same room. But again, we decided we could live with that for two weeks. So we both decided we should both come out to our parents.

To say that I was a little nervous would be an understatement, but I was determined. Both Jon and Laura told me they would be there for me if I needed them, and Jon even offered to be present in the same room when the time came, but I told him I would be okay.

All five of us were eating supper one night at the end of June; talking about various stuff came up, including our trip to Alabama next week. Mom and dad both seemed like they were in a good mood so I decided that it was time.

As soon as we finished eating I said, "mom, dad, can I talk to you both for a few minutes? There's something important I need to discuss with both of you."

I looked over and let my brother and sister know that now was the time. They quietly excused themselves and went into the living room.

"You must have something important to tell us, Trevor," mom said.

"I do, mom. Can you please just listen for a few minutes while I say what I need to say, then I'll answer any questions or tell you anything else that comes up. Please?"

"Go ahead, son," dad said. "We're listening."

I hesitated for several seconds before finally deciding that the best way to do this was just to do it. Just tell them I said to myself, and then I'll deal with it afterward.

"Mom, dad, I don't know if you may have noticed here in the last few weeks, but Lucas and I have become very close. He's been my best friend for the last two years, but we've become more then friends. A lot more than friends."

"What are you trying to say, son?" dad asked.

"Dad, I hope I'm not disappointing you, but I'm gay. Mom, dad, I'm gay and Lucas is my boyfriend."

"Is that all, Trevor?" mom asked. "For a minute there you had me really worried. I thought maybe you were sick or had stolen something or gotten into some sort of trouble."

"You mean you're not upset with me or anything?" I asked.

"Why should we be upset with you, Trevor?" dad asked. "Maybe a small part of me is disappointed, but I think that's natural. As far as you being gay, well that the least of my worries. You've always been a good son; all three of you kids have always been good kids. I'm extremely proud of all of you."

"Your father and I have always been proud of you, Trevor, and we will always love you, no matter what," mom said. "Something as minor as you being gay is not going to change anything."

"Thanks, mom and dad," I said. "Jon and Laura both told me I had nothing to worry about and deep down I knew I didn't, but you know how it is. I've read stories about kids being beaten or thrown out of their house, and in extreme cases being killed or ending up killing themselves."

"I've read all that as well, Trevor," dad said. "I never understood how parents could do something like that to their children, but I know it happens. Hell, just last year I heard about a boy named Mason right here in town being kicked out by his parents for being gay, and I heard some other story about some kid going off on his parents in his church before completely disappearing. So I know it happens."

I remembered a little about that. I didn't know their names, but I remembered two boys painting their bodies with a rainbow flag on their chests and stomach and walking around the park during last year's Fourth of July celebration. I didn't really know what it was supposed to represent at the time but later found out. Jon probably knows about them since they were in his class and both graduated in May.

"So, you and Lucas are boyfriends?" mom asked. "I must say you picked a cute one. I'm happy for you. How do his parents feel about this?"

"I don't think they know yet, but Lucas has promised to tell them. He may already have, I don't know."

"What made you decide to tell us, son?" dad asked.

I hesitated for a second. After all, I seriously doubted my parents would be very happy to hear about some of the stuff Lucas and I had been up to for the last several weeks. But I felt it was important to tell them. Not all the details, of course, just in general.

"Well, dad, as you know, I asked you if Lucas could come with us to Alabama next week and you both agreed as long as his parents okayed it, which they did, as you know."

"Yes, I talked to his mom earlier this week," mom said.

"So anyway, we thought about not telling you until after we got back. That way we could share a room and you wouldn't get suspicious or anything."

"You mean that you and Lucas have…" mom started to say.

"Mom, please don't ask me that," I pleaded, looking at her and then looking over at dad.

"Barbara, don't embarrass the boy," dad said. "I'm sure this is hard enough for him as it is."

"Thanks, dad," I said. "But anyway, we both decided that it was better to tell you ahead of time rather than lying to you. You might have found out anyway, or you would have guessed afterward what we had been up to and I didn't want to disappoint you. By telling you now, you might not let us share a room alone but that's okay with us. Or, on the other hand, maybe since we're being honest you might trust us. Am I making any sense?"

"You're making perfect sense, son," dad said. "Your mother and I both appreciate you telling us. You're right, we would have been a little pissed off afterward, but I'm not mad now. I'll have to talk to your mother and with Lucas' parents as well, but as far as I'm concerned, he can still go with us."

"Thanks, dad," I said.

I immediately stood up and ran over and hugged both my parents as hard as I could. I knew they would understand. The three of us sat there and talked for maybe twenty more minutes before I got up to leave the room.

"I'm gonna go call Lucas and let him know, and see if he's talked to his parents yet," I said, before running up to my room.

I knocked on my brother's door just to let him know that everything had gone okay, then did the same with my sister, before finally going into my room, plopping down on my bed and pulling my phone out of my pocket and hitting Lucas' number.

"So, how'd it go?" he said as soon as he answered.

"About as well as I expected," I replied. "Mom and dad were completely okay with me being gay. And the best news of all, they say you can still come with us, provided your parents agree to let you. They'll want to talk it over first, of course. So, have you told them yet?"

"Not yet, but I promise you I will, soon," he said. "In fact, it's still early so maybe I'll just go talk to them now. That way I'll know for sure and they can talk to your parents if they want. I'll call you back and let you know what they say. Bye."

"Bye," I said, and clicked off, laying the phone on the nightstand.

About an hour later Lucas called me back with good news.

"So, what happened?" I asked as soon as I answered the phone.

"They were okay, for the most part," he answered. "Dad was a little upset at first, but that didn't last long. Mom took it well, as well as could be expected anyway."

"So they didn't go bat shit crazy on you?" I said, jokingly.

"No," he answered, laughing a little. "I never expected them to do anything like that. Dad wasn't all pissed off or anything, just more surprised than anything, I guess."

"So, did you tell them about you and me?" I asked.

"I was going to," he replied, "but they sort of beat me to it. They guessed after I told them I was gay."

"And they weren't mad?"

"No, they were cool. Mom remarked how cute you were and I had to agree with her, of course."

"Of course," I said, laughing. "My mom said the same thing about you. She was happy for us."

"And get this. They said I could still go with you next week. They want to invite you and your parents over for supper and talk about it, but they seem to be okay with the whole thing."

"Great!" I exclaimed. "I'll let mom and dad know."

The two of us continued to talk for a little while longer about various stuff. It wasn't long before I got up and locked my door and the next thing I knew I was completely butt ass naked on my bed while Lucas and I talked about what we planned to do with each other the next time we got together, probably tomorrow. It wasn't long before I had made a big sticky mess all over my hand, stomach and chest. After we had both gotten off we said good night and I grabbed a towel and cleaned up, then crawled into bed. It had been a good day, everything had gone great with mom and dad and best of all, Lucas loved me and I loved him. How could things be any better?


Ever since Trevor and I had come out to each other back in early June things have been great, better than I ever imagined. At first I had been scared to tell him I was gay. He was my best friend after all. He had been the first to befriend me when we had moved to Chouteau two years ago. Actually, Trevor had been the one to come out to me first, and I kind of teased him for a few minutes, letting him think I liked girls, before finally leaning over and kissing him.

Talk about shocked. Trevor was so surprised he didn't know how to react at first, but then he got over it and we made out right there in the riverside park for several minutes, before going back to my house for even more making out. That was all we did that first day, but man, what a day.

It wasn't long before we went further and before we knew it we were giving each other blow jobs and other stuff. Just short of having actual sex. I want to do that as well and I'm sure Trevor does as well but we're both in no hurry. I want my first time to be special.

I've had plans to go to Alabama with Trevor's parents, his sister, and his brother Jonathan, who was going to college at the University of Alabama on a football scholarship. We would be leaving right before the July fourth holiday coming up next week.

I finally came out to my parents two days ago and things couldn't have gone better. I had never really been all that worried about them reacting negatively. Even though my dad is retired form the military he's not one of those crazy right wing republicans like a lot of people stereotypically assume most military people are. While it's probably true that most military men are republicans, most of them are actually more moderate. My mom and dad still can't believe we actually elected Donald Trump as president. I can't believe it either. I may be only fifteen years old, but I try and pay attention to what's going on in my country and in the world. After all, it affects me as well.

But enough about that bullshit. He's president and there's nothing we can do until the next election. It'll be the first election I'll be able to vote in.

So, back to coming out to my parents. Trevor and I decided it was best to come out before the trip so they can't say we lied or tried to deceive them. That had been our original plan before we thought about it.

Trevor actually came out to his parent first and everything went well with him so I decided to do so as well, that very same night. I had been going to soon anyway, but why put it off.

As soon as I hung up my phone I went down to the living room where mom, dad, and Mark were watching TV.

"Mom, dad, can I talk to you?" I asked. "Alone please, Mark."

Mark left the room and dad picked up the remote and muted the TV so we could hear each other.

"What can we do for you, son?" he asked.

"There's something I need to tell you and mom, something about me I think you should know. I hesitated at first, but you were bound you find out sooner or later and Trevor convinced me it was time."

"What could possibly be so important that you need Trevor to convince you?" mom asked.

"Mom, dad, please listen to me and afterward I'll answer any questions you may have."

"Go ahead, son" dad said. "You're not in any kind of trouble or anything, are you?"

"No, nothing like that, dad," I said. "I'm gay. There I said it. I'm gay, mom."

"I see," mom said. "Can I assume that Trevor is your boyfriend since he convinced you to tell us?"

"Yes, mom," I answered. "Trevor and I have been out to each other for almost three weeks now."

"Well, hell," dad said. "Are you sure, Lucas? I mean, how do you know that you're gay? You're only fifteen. That's kind of young to be deciding on something like this,"

"I just know, dad," I said. "Believe me, I went through all the doubts, all the questions, everything. I've asked myself all that and more. I tried to deny it, but I finally reached the point where I couldn't deny who and what I am any longer."

"Maybe you should at least try dating a girl," mom said. "Maybe you'll find out you like girls if you give it a chance."

"I have thought about that, mom, believe me," I said to her. "I just have no desire to date a girl, none what so ever. I like boys. I like Trevor."

"Okay, Lucas," dad said. "I don't really understand what being gay is all about, but I do understand that some people just are. I remember when President Obama repealed 'don't ask, don't tell' back in 2012. I wasn't too thrilled by it at the time but I got to know a few gay men and I soon discovered that gays are just like everyone else. They want to love someone, live their lives, work, raise a family, everything anyone else wants. The only thing different is who they love."

"That's true, dad," I said. "I do love Trevor, but like you said, I'm only fifteen. Things may change. He and I may breakup or we might stay together. I mean, who knows what might happen."

"That's true, son," dad said. "Like I said, I don't really understand it, but I'm not going to try and keep you two apart either. I have to trust you to do the right things, and come to me if you have any questions or doubts. I'll try my best to help you out, if I can. I'll just need to do some reading and try to find out what to expect so I can understand better.

"I will to," mom said. "I must say, you picked a cute one when you picked Trevor."

"I think so too, mom," I said. "Thanks."

"What made you decide to tell us now?" dad asked.

"You said it yourself, dad. You've always trusted me to do the right thing and I've never betrayed that trust. To be honest, Trevor and I did discuss not telling you and his parents until after this upcoming vacation, thinking you might not let me go, or that we might not be able to share a room. But we both felt that it would be the same as lying to you if we did so, as you were bound to find out sooner or later. If I did that you might not ever completely trust me again. Does that make any sense?

"It makes perfect sense, son," dad said. "And I appreciate that you have faith in me and have not betrayed my trust. You're right, I would have likely found out and I would have been very pissed off at you."

"Thanks, dad," I said.

"My first instinct is to not let you go, but I'm going to trust you to do the right thing. I'll talk it over with your mother and of course we'll talk to Trevor's parents as well, but I'm inclined to say yes you can still go."

"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed. "Thanks, dad."

"I think it will be alright," mom said. "We can't keep you and Trevor apart anyway, so what's the point in trying. You and him haven't…" she started to ask but then stopped.

I could feel my face turning red from embarrassment but since we were being honest, I said, "yes, Trevor and I have done stuff, but I'm sure you and dad don't want any details."

I could see my dad's face turning red from embarrassment as well. "No, I don't think we do, son. Just be careful, that's all."

"We are, dad, and don't worry. We haven't gone too far yet. We're both still figuring all this out, so we're going slow."

"I'm glad to hear that," mom said. "I think I'll call Trevor's parents and invite them over for supper on Thursday. That way we can get to know each other better and talk about you going with them next week."

"Sounds good, mom," I said. "I'll call Trevor and give him the good news."

"Now, come over here and give your mother a hug," she said.

I quickly stood up and walked over and gave both my mother and father a hug. My mom kissed me on the cheek and dad rubbed the top of my head. I then ran out of the living room and up to my room. I quickly closed and locked my door and pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Trevor.

I gave him the good news and the two of us talked about various topics for about twenty minutes before I stripped naked and lay on my bed while him and I talked about what we were going to do with each other tomorrow when we got together. It wasn't long before the predictable result happened, to both of us. Trevor and I finally hung up and I ran into the bathroom to clean the mess off my body. It was a very satisfying end to a very happy and satisfying day.

We finally left on Saturday morning, leaving Trevor's house at nine that morning. I just hoped everything is back to at least somewhat normal down where we're going. Just ten days ago the gulf coast and a lot of the southern states had been hit with tropical storm Cindy and there was a lot of damage and flooding.

Surprisingly, I had been allowed to spend the night with my boyfriend, but I had to sleep on the floor, and the door to Trevor's room had to remain open anytime the two of us were in there together. That didn't mean we didn't make out a little, just nothing to serious and certainly no sex of any kind. Of course, once the lights were out and everyone had gone to sleep I was able to give Trevor a blowjob and naturally he returned the favor. But that was it. I really did sleep on the floor that night.

At dinner on Thursday night, all our parents had told us straight up that because we had been honest with them they felt like they could trust us. They admitted that they figured that we had done stuff with each other and would continue to do so no matter what they said, so they agreed that Trevor and I could share a room with Jon until he departed, and then stay by ourselves afterward. After all, as my dad pointed out, we're already having sex anyway, so why try to stop something that you know you can't.

The two of us rode with Jon until we reached Tuscaloosa that evening. The plan was to explore the campus tomorrow so Jon could figure out where everything was, then on Monday he would check in with his new coach and go from there. Football practice would start right after the July fourth holiday for the first game against Florida State which would be on September second. The first home game against Fresno State would be on September ninth, and Jon promised he'd try to get tickets for his parents and if possible for Trevor and me as well. That would be cool, going to a college football game, especially Alabama, one of the top schools in the entire country.

Naturally everything was closed on Sunday, but all of us walked around the university campus. Jon found the admittance office where he would enroll and then the dorm where he would be living starting tomorrow, and the different buildings where his various classes would be held. He had no idea what his major was going to be, but that didn't really matter so much during his first year. He had all the basic stuff he had to complete first, such as math and English.

We also walked to the football stadium, one of the largest in the country, and the main athletic complex, where we met his coach and several other players. Tomorrow they would get checked in and then on Wednesday, practice would start.

Monday morning everyone said goodbye to Jon and we all piled into the Matthews' SUV and headed for the gulf coast where we would be staying in a hotel right on the beach in Gulf Shores, until we left on Friday. We arrived in midafternoon, the hottest part of the day and got checked into our hotel. Trevor and I were allowed to share a room by ourselves, while his mom, dad, and Laura stayed in another. I already had ideas about what I wanted to do tonight.

Since we were right on the beach, Trevor and I quickly changed into our swimsuits and got ready to head out, but not before applying sun tan lotion all over our bodies, and I do mean all over, even places where the sun doesn't shine, if you get my meaning. That got us both so worked up that we had to take care of the problem before leaving the room, if you follow me. After all, it wouldn't do to be walking around in public like that.

The beach was just like I remembered it, soft white sand, beautiful blue water, and hot sun. And oh my god, the boys. Jesus, everywhere we looked it seemed like there were dozens, each hotter than hell, from ones our age all the way into their early twenties. There were also more than a few fat disgusting old men. It always struck me as strange that the most beautiful women in the world would be arrested if they walked around topless, but all these fat, disgusting, hairy old men, some with tits bigger than a woman's can walk around without a shirt and it's perfectly acceptable.

Later that evening as the sun was starting to go down everyone met back at the hotel for dinner. Since everyone was tired after our long day we just went to a nearby Burger King and ate supper. Trevor and I just threw on a t-shirt and our flip flops and we were ready.

By the time we finished eating the sun had gone down and it was getting dark. The two of us ran back down to the beach which was cooler now. We lay there for maybe an hour, watching the moonlight reflecting off the water, occasionally kissing and making out briefly a time or two. A couple of older boys noticed us and joined us. It wasn't long before they started making out as well. Jesus that was hot. I briefly thought about inviting them back to our room but rejected that idea almost immediately. Trevor and I had never talked about anything like that, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for something like that. We might talk about it sometime and maybe even do it eventually, but now was not the time. But I was ready to try something else and I think Trevor was as well.

Of course after all that we were both extremely horny, so we headed back to our room. Although we had both made sure we applied sun tan lotion throughout the day we were both a little red and a little sensitive. Never the less, we took a long cool shower to get all the lotion, sand, salt and other crap off our bodies, washing each other. Sand tends to get in everywhere so we made sure to wash everywhere, concentrating on certain areas, with our mouths, tongues and fingers, inside and out. I don't need to tell you where, you can just use your imagination on that.

After we finished showering, we dried off and went back to the bedroom and lay down, making out and playing with each other some more while we also talked about today's events.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I can't believe all those cute boys on the beach today," Trevor said. "I felt like I had gone to heaven."

"Heaven and hell," I said. "Heaven because of all the hotties, and hell because you can only look but not touch. But damn, what a sight."

"Yeah, and what about Brock and Brandon, the two that were making out next to us there at the end? Wasn't that hot?"

"Very hot," I said.

"You ever think about doing it with someone else, Lucas?" he asked.

"Only about five hundred times today," I replied. "Of course I would never do anything as long as you and I are together. But, yeah, I do think about it. All the time. What about you."

"Of course," Trevor said. "I'm only human after all. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to do it with other boys. But like you said, as long as you and I are together, I won't. But that doesn't mean I won't look and lust. But I might consider a three way or a four way if the opportunity ever comes up. What do you think?"

"Funny you should mention that," I said. "I very briefly thought about asking Brock and Brandon back to the room, but I wanted to talk to you first."

"Yeah, I thought about that myself," Trevor said, "and while it would have been hot, I'm just not sure I'm ready for something like that. I mean, shit, you and me haven't even gone all the way yet. I think we ought to do that first before we think about other stuff."

"I know what you mean," I said. "I've thought about us having actual sex a lot here lately, and I think I may be ready to try. Obviously I've never done it before so I have no idea what to expect, but we'll never know until we try."

"I think you're right, Lucas," he said. "I've thought about it a lot myself and also did some reading on the subject. I think I'm ready. I'm sort of scared but also excited at the same time. I think it's time to at least try it and see. If we don't like it we don't have to do it again."

I was glad to hear that Trevor thought he might be ready for more. In anticipation of that possibility, I had come prepared, at least with what I thought we might need. I had done some research about what to expect when having sex for the first time and the key, at least to me, was to go slow and take your time, letting your partner dictate how he wanted it. Use lots of lube and start off with just your finger, gradually increasing it until he was comfortable taking it. And stop if he tells you to stop and go as fast or slow as he wants. The last time I had went to Joplin with my parents I had snuck off at Wal-Mart and bought a small bottle of lube. I wasn't about to buy something like that at Briggs Drug Store there in Chouteau. It was embarrassing enough there at Wal-Mart where no one even knew me. I also bought some condoms, just in case. I didn't anticipate using them with Trevor, but it pays to be prepared. That was one thing his brother had emphasized, always use a condom if you're ever with anyone else.

"You think you might be ready tomorrow night?" I asked. "It's Independence Day. Maybe we can set off our own fireworks."

"I think so," he said. "I'm a little nervous, but we have to sometime. Why not tomorrow. We're in a nice hotel on the beach, on the fourth of July. That sounds hot. But who's gonna do who?"

"I've thought about that, Trevor," I answered. "Like you, I'm a little nervous, but we both need to do each other. I'm willing to go first if you want me to."

"Sounds good," Trevor said. He walked over to his suitcase and pulled a small plastic bag out of it. "I came prepared. I bought this at Wal-Mart just before we left." He pulled out several condoms and a bottle of lube.

I just laughed and reached into my suitcase and pulled out the same thing. "I guess great minds think alike," I said.

Trevor just smiled and laughed. We continued to talk and laugh, and make out for maybe another hour before it was time to go to sleep. It had been a long day and being out in the hot sun had really drained both of us. We did take the time to suck each other's dicks, of course, before we finally crawled under the sheet and went to sleep. I'm never gonna turn down the opportunity to do that. I just think it's so much fun and it's so cool that our parents are allowing us to share this room and this bed, especially when they know what we're up to. Not many parents would.

I woke up the next morning, completely refreshed after a night of sound sleep. Trevor was lying next to me and I noticed right away that he had a hard on, just like I did. It seems like I wake up this way every morning anymore, but that's okay. I decided to wake him up in a way he was sure to enjoy. I knew I would enjoy it.

I quickly leaned over and took him in my mouth. That got an immediate response out of him. He moaned real softly as I was sucking and in just a couple of minutes I got a mouthful of cum for my efforts. By now Trevor was wide awake and he quickly returned the favor before we got out of bed, took a quick shower together and got dressed.

A few minutes later the phone rang and Trevor answered it. "We're ready now," he said before hanging up. "That was dad. He asked if we were ready for some breakfast. I don't know about you, but I'm starving."

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

"Good. We're gonna meet them down in the lobby in ten minutes. Then we'll go somewhere to eat. After that I guess we'll head back down to the beach for a couple of hours."

Today was pretty much like any other day at the beach. We lay in the sun, played in the water, and watched the boys. There were a lot of people out today since it was a holiday. Nothing exciting really happened so I'll skip ahead to tonight.

The sun started going down at around seven o'clock and by nine it was pretty much dark. A large crowd gathered on the beach in anticipation of the fireworks that were to be set off in celebration of Independence Day. A boat was anchored about a half a mile off shore and they started shooting off the fireworks as soon as it was dark enough. That lasted for about an hour before they were finished. It was exciting, but Trevor and I intend to set off our own fireworks here in a little while, and that promises to be even more exciting.

The first thing we did when we got back to our room was to take a long shower to get all the sand, salt and other crap off our bodies. We wanted to be nice and clean before we got all messy again. Tonight, Trevor would truly go where no man had gone before. I just had to throw that in since I'm somewhat of a Star Trek geek.

We started off as we usually did, kissing and making out, sucking each other, the usual stuff we do. Finally, it was time. I was determined I was going to cure my case of virginity tonight, and Trevor was more than ready to help me out.

He grabbed his bottle of lube and sat it next to the bed on the nightstand and looked at me with love in his eyes.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, Lucas?" he asked. "We don't have to do it if you don't think you're ready."

"I'm ready, Trevor," I answered. "I'm more than ready. I've been thinking about this for weeks now."

"How do you want it?" he asked.

"I think on my back," I said. "I want to be able to look in that beautiful face as you do it. Make love to me, Trevor.

And so he did. Trevor applied a generous amount of lube to my hole, working it with his fingers at first until I gradually started to relax. He then applied more lube to his hard cock and slowly started to push it in.

"I'll go as slow as you tell me, Lucas," he said. "We have all night for this. You're in control. You tell me when to stop, when to continue, anything you need."

"Thanks, Trevor," I said. "I appreciate it. No go ahead and fuck me."

Trevor slowly pushed the head of his cock inside me. I gasped as it finally penetrated for the first time. He stopped and looked into my eyes.

"Are you alright, Lucas?" he asked.

"Yeah, just give me a few seconds," I said. "It hurts like hell right now, but I'll be able to continue. I want you to continue, Trevor."

Trevor continued to push inside me and before long he was all the way in. He just stood there, looking into my eyes while my body adjusted to the sensations.

A few seconds later he pulled out partially and then slowly pushed his way back in. By now things were starting to feel better and better. Trevor continues to pull out and push back in slowly at first, but he gradually started going faster and faster.

"Oh, my god," I practically shouted, causing Trevor to stop.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "I can stop if you want."

"Oh, god no," I hissed. "Jesus, Trevor, this is incredible. I never knew anything could feel so good. Fuck me faster, Trevor."

Trevor started going faster, in and out, in and out. Yes, it still hurt a little bit, but it felt incredible at the same time. I know it sounds strange to say that, but it was true. Trevor was hitting something inside me every time he pushed in. I can't explain it any better than that. It must feel good for Trevor as well, judging by the look on his face. He kept going harder and faster and suddenly he let out a loud moan and I could tell just by how it felt that he was cumming inside me. I was also at the point of no return and I shot all over my stomach and chest.

Trevor stopped pushing in and just leaned down and kissed me and then slowly pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside me. We made out for a couple of minutes while we both caught our breath.

"So, how was it?" he asked me. "You looked like you were enjoying it."

"Oh, my fucking god, Trevor," I said. "I never knew anything could feel so good. It was incredible."

"So, did it hurt?"

"I'm not gonna lie to you," I said. "It hurt like hell, especially at first, and it still does, but the longer you went the less pain I felt and the more pleasure I felt. It will take some getting used to, but it's sure to get better. There's something inside me that you were hitting that made it feel really good. I don't know how else to say it."

"That's your prostate," he said. "I read about that when I was checking all this out."

"Whatever it's called, all I know is that it felt good. I will definitely want to do this again. You really need to try it as well."

"I intend to," he said. "If it's as good as you say than I'm anxious to try it tonight."

"Just give me a little while and I'll be ready to go," I told him. "But first, we need to go clean up a little. We're both kind of disgusting right now."

He looked down at himself and then looked at my butt and said, "yeah, you're right."

Unlike in the videos I have, of course, never watched since I'm underage, everything is always nice and clean, but real life is of course different. I'm sure there must be something we can do about that, but I have no idea what. I'm sure we'll figure it out.

We both jumped into the shower and washed each other off. The hot water felt good on my butt which was still hurting. I may have to soak in the tub later tonight to help me out. We finally finished and went back to the bed where we lay down and continued making out. Finally, I was ready and Trevor indicated he was as well.

I essentially did the same thing to Trevor that he had done to me earlier, so I won't go into details. I will say this, however. It felt just as good fucking him as it had felt when he fucked me. I could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying the experience as much as I had. I could tell he was experiencing pain, but he never asked me to stop or even to slow down, In fact he urged me to go faster and harder before we both came at almost the same time. I collapsed on top of him and we both lay there holding each other for several minutes before we finally separated.

It was like fireworks had gone off in my body. I never would have imagined anything could feel so good. I don't know which felt better, giving or receiving, but I intend to do both from now on, if Trevor wants to that is. What a way to spend my summer vacation.

The next two days were basically the same as the first two so I'll skip to Friday. We got up and met Trevor's parents and sister for breakfast and then went back to our room to pack. We were already mostly packed anyway, so it was just a simple matter of gathering the rest of our stuff and hauling it down to the car.

Before we left, Trevor's mom wanted to get a few pictures of all of us on the beach and at the hotel. Trevor had on a t-shirt that his brother had given him that said 'Crimson Tide', the name of the team at the University of Alabama. I was wearing a pink t-shirt. I know, that's so gay, right? Fuck it, I don't care. I am gay and I like the color, so kiss my ass.

She snapped several pictures of Trevor and I standing side by side, and in one I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek just as she took it. Trevor was so embarrassed, but everyone else got a good laugh out of it. She also got one of us with Laura, and one with his dad, and his dad took one of the two of us with his mom, and finally, someone walking by offered to take a few of all five of us. I can't wait to get a print of the one with Trevor and me. I want to frame it and put it on my desk.

We finally got on the road about eleven and drove north back to Tuscaloosa to see Jon one final time before leaving for home. Trevor's mom and dad have to be back at work on Monday.

We arrived around three that afternoon and were able to watch the team practice for about an hour before they stopped for the day. Jon caught up with us after he had showered and all of us went out for dinner. Oh, to be in that locker room with all those hot college jocks.

The six of us sat and talked about our vacation as we sat in the restaurant. Trevor and I told what we have done all week. No, we didn't tell them about 'that', but everything else was okay. Laura had met some guys and hung out with them a little. His parents just lay on the beach part of the time, and went exploring along the coast. Then the subject of football came up.

"So, how's practice going?" Mr. Matthews asked.

"It's brutal, dad," Jon said. "This is definitely not high school football. We practice every day for about six hours. Coach Saban is really pushing us hard."

"He has to," his dad said. "That's how he'll see who has what it takes to play college ball. Has anyone quit yet?"

"I think one guy did after the second day," Jon said. "Almost every one of us is hurting, especially the new guys, but even the guys who have played before are hurting. But it seems like it's getting easier."

"That's because your body is getting used to it," his dad said. "That's how you get a championship team. I know you can do it, son. I'm proud of you. We're gonna try and come down to your first game, if we can get tickets."

"I can probably get tickets for you," Jon said. "I'll let you know."

The guys continued to talk about football for the next half hour while Ms. Matthews and Laura talked about women's stuff I suppose. I really wasn't listening to them.

The six of us sat in the restaurant for a couple of hours, enjoying our meal and each other's company and then went back to the campus and walked around some more. The recent storm had done some damage to several of the buildings and a few trees had been blown over, but all that was mostly cleaned up by now.

Finally, Jon took us up to his dorm room and introduced us to his roommate, a boy name Adrian, who was just about to leave and hang out with his friends. Jon didn't come right out and say it, but he indicated he wanted to go meet up with the same guys as soon as we left. We stayed for maybe another twenty minutes before he walked us back to the car and we drove to our hotel for the night.

After we got checked into our rooms, Trevor and I made love for about an hour. I'm telling you, after that first night we can't seem to do it enough. I really enjoy getting fucked and Trevor seems to as well so we usually do each other and tonight was no exception.

Tomorrow is going to be a long drive, all the way back to Kansas. We finished up, took a shower and crawled into bed. We watched a movie on TV until it went off at eleven o'clock, then kissed each other goodnight and went to sleep.

The drive home took about eight hours and was rather uneventful so I won't tell you about that. There's plenty to see and do along the way if you had the time to stop, but Mr. Matthews drove straight through, stopping only for gas, lunch, and the occasional rest stop. Both him and Ms. Matthews have to be back at work on Monday so they wanted to get home and rest on Sunday. We finally made it home about seven that night. It had been the best ten days of my life in what was so far the best year of my life. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

The next month was mostly uneventful so I'll skip ahead until August. Trevor and I hung out together almost every day and also hung out with our other friends and that was pretty much it.

I don't remember if I mentioned it or not but I had played football for the last two years since moving to Chouteau and now I was ready for high school. I along with Trevor will be a freshman when school starts back up on August 28 th , but football practice starts on August 7 th and our first game will be on September 1 st .

I thought I was going to die on the first day of practice. I thought I was in pretty good shape but Coach Barrett was ruthless. The first thing we did, after the coach talked to us and explained what he expected from each of us, was to run around the track next to the football field. He told us to keep running until he blew his whistle for us to stop. Trevor and I run almost every morning, at least two miles, so that wasn't really a problem for either of us. Some of the guys could barely make it around the track once before the started walking, huffing and puffing, while others ran like it was nothing. Most of the guys were somewhere in between.

That was just to warm up. After that he started running a series of drills, each one tougher than the previous one, or so it seemed anyway. As we were running the drills the coach was watching us, with a clipboard in his hand, as he took notes of the various players, evaluating each boy on the field for how good they were in different positions, how well we could maneuver on the field, if we could follow directions, etc.

Chouteau is a small school so there were only about twenty of us total in all four grades, so each person that tried out was sure to be on the team. Everyone bitched and complained, but no one quit on that first day. The practices would only get harder but everyone would also get better at the same time. It would be worth it, playing high school football and later maybe college as well. I know I'm getting ahead of myself but after seeing the college players at Alabama I'm getting excited.

Our third day of practice was going along great when it happened. I don't know what came over me that day, but after an especially hard practice Trevor and I were standing and talking to each other. Without thinking, I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. We hadn't intended to come out right away but naturally, some of the other guys saw us. Big mouth Andrew just had to make a big deal out of it. None of the other guys said anything, but I could tell they were a little surprised.

I know you wouldn't expect a small school in a small farm town in rural southeast Kansas to be very tolerant of gays, but you would be wrong. Chouteau High has had several gay football players in the past, as well as others, and so most of the kid really don't care that much. And even the town's people don't really care all that much, except for a small vocal minority, especially the group from the Faith Bible Church, but everyone just pretty much ignores them.

But like I said, Andrew just had to open his big mouth. "What the fuck are you fags doing?" he yelled.

Both Trevor and I looked over at him and then the rest of our teammates. By now everyone was looking at us. Like I mentioned earlier, Trevor and I had not intended to come out right away, but at the same time we had decided we wouldn't deny it either. If someone figured it out we weren't going to deny it.

"What are you yelling about, Andy," asked Evan, one of the seniors.

"Matthews and Hansen. They were kissing. They're fags, dude," he said.

"So what?" asked Mark, another senior.

"Yeah, what's the big deal, Newman?" asked Joey, who was a junior.

"But, they're fags. They were kissing and shit," he said. "They're probably looking at us in the locker room and showers."

"They're not fags, dude," said Evan. "They're gay, that's all. Why are you so worried about something so silly as that?"

Trevor looked at me for a second and then looked at the other guys and then looked back at me again, before finally looking right at Andrew.

Finally, he said, "don't flatter yourself, Andy. You're not all that good looking. I've got Lucas and he's ten times hotter than you."

I don't know about that but it was nice to hear Trevor say it. Andrew is not that bad looking of a boy. He's no Trevor but he is kind of cute with his black hair and dark eyes. He's the same age as Trevor and me, and in our class, and has always been friendly to us. I've always considered him a friend, but now I have to wonder.

That caused the rest of the team to laugh at Andrew who just turned red with embarrassment.

"I'm gonna report this to the coach," Andrew said. "I'm not playing on a team with two faggots. Fuck that shit."

Just as he was saying that Coach Barrett walked up and asked, "what's going on?"

Before anyone else could say anything, Andrew blurted out, "it's Hansen and Matthews, coach. They're fags. I saw them kissing."

The coach looked over at Trevor and I for a second and then looked back at Andrew. "First of all, we don't use that word on my team. The correct word is gay." Then he looked at us again and asked, "Is what Andrew said true? Were you guys kissing?"

"If you want to call it that, I guess we were," I said. "It was more like a little peck on the lips rather than a kiss, but yeah I did kiss Trevor. Yes, we're gay, and yes, we're boyfriends. Is that a problem?

Most of the guys said "no" at the same time, all except for Andrew and a couple of others.

"Not for me it isn't," the coach said. "We're here to play football. As long as you can perform on the field, your personal business is just that, personal. Does anyone have a problem with that?"

Everyone knew or should know that Coach Barrett is himself gay. He's been out for the last several years and has consistently had a winning team, including a state championship several years ago, so no one has tried to have him fired. Well, some tried but they were not successful. Football is like religion in small town America and as long as he keeps winning that's not likely ever to change, not that there haven't been protesters every so often. I've only been here two years but that's what I've been told anyway.

Again, most of the guys said "no," except for Andrew.

"Fuck that," Andrew said. "I'm not playing with those fags."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Andrew," the coach said. "You're a good player and we can really use you on the team. But I won't stand for gay bashing or other bullying on my team. Go get changed and turn in your equipment. If you should change your attitude come and see me."

For an old guy, Coach Barrett is actually fairly nice looking. He has to be close to thirty, but he's in good shape. Unlike a lot of guys who let themselves go as they get older he seems to take care of himself. Him and his partner, a man named Nathan even have a little boy who's about seven years old, in second grade.

Just that quick, Andrew was kicked off the team. He glared at Trevor and I for a second and then looked at the rest of the team to see if anyone would stand with him, but no one said anything he then looked back at the coach before storming off the field toward the locker room.

As soon as he disappeared into the locker room the team looked over at us and I noticed a couple of guys didn't seem too happy about what had just happened. Then we all looked over at Coach Barrett.

"I didn't want to do that," the coach said, "but like I said, I won't have any bullying or harassment on my team. Those of you who are friends with Andrew can tell him if he apologizes to Lucas and Trevor and comes and talks to me then he can come back and play on the team."

"I'll let him know," said Ryan.

Ryan was one of my friends as well as a friend of Andrew's. I had always thought of Andrew as a friend as well so his reaction really caught me off guard. His parents are really religious and go to what some people in town call the 'crazy church', but Andrew had never before said anything bad and had told me that he hated going to the place.

"That's it for the day," the coach said. "Go get showered and go home. I'll see all of you tomorrow morning."

Everyone ran toward the locker room, except for Trevor and I.

"Can we talk to you for a second, Coach?" Trevor asked.

"Sure guys," he said. "Lets' sit down over here." He indicated one of the benches on the sidelines. "What's on your mind?"

"First off, I'm sorry about all that," I said. "I should never have kissed Trevor like that. I don't know what came over me."

"You have nothing to apologize for Lucas," said the coach. "The other guys kiss their girlfriends all the time and nothing is said. This is no different. Why shouldn't you kiss Trevor? Just don't go to making out or anything like that, okay. But a little kiss is okay."

"Thanks, coach," Trevor said. "As far as Andy is concerned, I don't think he really meant all that stuff. He's always been our friend. His parents are real religious and he's got it in his head that being gay is wrong, but he's really not a bad guy."

"I agree," I said. "I hate to see him kicked off the team for something like this."

"Like I told the other guys," the coach said. "If Andrew comes and talks to me and apologizes to you guys then he's back on the team. I didn't want to do what I did but I felt like I had no choice. Maybe I overreacted a little, but I remember what it was like to be harassed for being gay and having the teachers and others in authority not doing anything. I wasn't open about being gay during my high school years but I knew others who were and I saw how they were treated. I told myself that if I was ever in a position where I could do something then I would act."

Just then Andrew came running up to where we were talking. He looked like he might have been crying, at least a little. He was clearly upset.

"Lucas, Trevor, I'm sorry," he said. "We've been friends since grade school. I don't know what happened with me earlier. I didn't mean any of that stuff. It's just that I've always been taught that being gay is wrong, that people like you are going to hell. I don't really believe all that crap, but that's what they teach us in church all the time. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Of course, I forgive you," I said. "I didn't think that you really meant all those things you said."

"And I forgive you as well," Trevor said.

"Thanks guys," Andrew said. Then he did something totally unexpected. He actually put his arms around both of us and pulled us close. He actually had tears in his eyes this time. "Maybe we can talk about this sometime. You guys are good friends and I treated you like shit." Then he looked over at the coach and said, "Coach, I'm really sorry about everything I said to you and how I disrespected you. I really would like to play football with these guys if you can put me back on the team."

The coach looked at both Trevor and I and we nodded that it was okay with us, and he turned to Andrew and said, "okay, Andy, you're back on the team. Be here tomorrow morning for practice. Now, all of you go get showered and go home."

With that he turned and walked toward his office, while the three of us walked toward the locker room to get changed. Andrew apologized again as we walked. Most of the guys had already finished up by the time we arrived so the three of us quickly got undressed and headed for the shower area. Surprisingly, Andrew didn't seem the least bit uncomfortable showering with us, despite what he had said earlier. In fact, it was almost like he was showing off for us. I swear the boy seemed to enjoy being naked with Trevor and I. I just had to wonder if he might possibly be gay and just couldn't deal with it because of his religious upbringing. It wouldn't be the first time something like that happened. Maybe we'll find out one day.

Two days later, right after practice, Andrew came up to Trevor and I and asked, "you guys think we could talk for a few minutes after we're through with practice."

I looked over at Trevor who nodded his head. "Sure," I said. "What's going on, Andy?"

"Not here, please, Lucas," he said. "I have something I want to tell you and some questions. I'll explain everything."

Trevor looked at me and mouthed the words, "what the fuck?" He then said to Andrew, "we'll talk right after we get showered. We'll go out to the bleaches where we can have some privacy."

"Thanks guys," he said. "I'm really sorry about the other day. I'm glad we're still friends."

"I'm glad we are as well," I said.

The three of us entered the locker room together and went to our lockers. I noticed that Andrew seemed to be looking at all the guys in various stages of undress all around us. Of course, I was looking as well, but I didn't want to be obvious about it. After the little incident, earlier this week, everyone on the team knew that Trevor and I were gay but no one seemed to care. Still, I didn't want to make everyone uncomfortable. Andrew was also trying not to be obvious and I don't think he would be to the other guys. Maybe it's just because I'm gay and notice things like that, but it was becoming more and more apparent that he was gay or at least curious. I think Trevor noticed as well because he looked at me and indicated Andrew with his eyes. I just nodded my head.

Andrew really is a cute boy. He's only fifteen, like me, and is in my freshman class. He's got black hair and dark eyes. He's about five feet five inches and probably weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet, with a nice cock, that looks to be longer than mine, and a nice butt. He's not as cute as Trevor but he is cute.

The three of us quickly got our showers and dressed before heading back toward the football field. Rather than go all the way up to the bleachers, the three of us sat on the bench along the sidelines. Andrew sat between Trevor and me.

"So, what's up, Andy?" Trevor asked.

Andrew hesitated for several seconds before he finally started talking. "I have something I need to tell you guys, but please, promise me you won't tell anyone else what I'm about to say."

"We promise," Trevor and I said at the same time.

Again, Andrew hesitated before he finally said, "I think I might be gay. I know both of you are and I thought you might be able to help me understand all this."

I wasn't really surprised and I don't think Trevor was either.

"Sure, Andy," I said. "We'll do anything we can to help you out, but you have to understand that this is all still new to Trevor and me as well. Yes, we are gay, and yes, we are boyfriends and yes we do have sex, but we're still exploring what all this means. Having said all that, Trevor and I will do anything we can to help you out."

Andrew looked a little embarrassed when I told him all that. I still remember when I was trying to figure all this out, and I still am to a certain extent.

"How did you guys know you were gay?" he asked.

"Oh boy," Trevor said. "That's a hard one. The truth is, I didn't really know at first. I guess deep down I probably knew, but it was hard for me to admit it, even to myself. I really struggled at fist and I tried to like girls, but I just didn't, if that makes any sense."

"It sort of does, I guess," Andrew said. "It's hard for me to think about, however. As you no doubt know, my parents are very religious and I've always been taught that being gay is a sin and that god will send all gays to hell. That's why I got so upset the other day when I say you two kissing. I know I overreacted but everything just came out before I had time to think about what I was going to say."

"That's what I figured," I said. "I know you're not a bad guy, Andy. So, let me ask you something. Do you think about girls, about what you'd like to do with them if you had the chance? When you're…" I made a motion with my hand like I was jerking off, "…at night when you're alone, what do you think about?"

Andrew looked embarrassed and his face turned red when I mentioned jerking off.

"It's okay, Andy," Trevor said. "All guys do it, especially guys our age. You know what they say, 'half the guys in the world admit it and the other half are lying'.

"I try to think about girls," Andrew admitted. "I try, but no matter what I try and think about, a boy always comes into my mind. All the guys I see in the showers everyday doesn't help matters. I even think about you guys. I hope that doesn't upset you when I say that."

"No, it doesn't," I said. "I'm actually flattered that you consider me to be good looking enough to fantasize about."

"I feel the same way," Trevor said. "If you want to know the truth I have fantasized about you a time or two as well, Andy. You are a very nice-looking guy after all."

"Thanks," he said. "But even though we all do it, that's almost as bad as being gay according to my church. I don't mean that like it sounds. It's just that sex outside of marriage is considered a sin. Even lusting after a girl, or a boy in my case, is a sin."

"I know what you mean," said Trevor. "I went through the same thing myself, as I'm sure Lucas did. Except we didn't have to deal with the religious stuff like you do. But even still, as much as I tried to deny who I was, I just couldn't. I tried lying to myself, telling myself it was just a phase, that I would grow out of it, all the usual crap you hear, but finally I knew I had to be honest with myself if I was going to be happy."

"That's pretty much the way I was as well," I said. "I know it's going to be hard for you, Andy, a lot harder than it was for Trevor and me, but you'll never truly be happy until you admit to yourself who you are and embrace it. I know you won't be able to come out and be open, at least not until you leave home. I promise you that this whole conversation will go no further."

"And we also promise to listen to you anytime you have questions," Trevor said. "Or if you just need to talk, we'll be there for you."

"Thanks guys," Andrew said. "I was sure I could count on both of you. I'm gonna have to figure all this out I guess. I don't dare let my parents or anyone from my church know. I'm sure dad would probably kick me out or send me to one of those places where they claim to 'cure' people of being gay, whatever that means. I can't let that happen."

"If something like that should happen, you call Trevor or me," I said. "No matter what time it is, you call. We'll figure something out."

The three of us quickly exchanged phone number, and then Andrew had to leave. Trevor and I just looked at each other as he walked away.

"Wow!" Trevor said. I never expected that. I thought he might be gay, but I never thought he'd actually say it."

"I know," I said. "We've got to make sure we kind of watch out for him. If his father should find out…"

"I know," Trevor said. "He might run away, or even worse."

I didn't want to think about that, but kids in Andrew's situation were vulnerable to all kinds of things. I wondered if I should maybe talk to someone but I didn't know who. It was Trevor who came up with the idea.

"You think maybe we should tell someone?" he asked. "I'd hate to see anything bad happen to Andrew."

"Maybe," said. "But who?"

"What about Coach Barrett," he said. "I hear he's gay, so he will probably know what to look for or who to call."

"Good idea," I said. "I wonder if he's still in his office?"

We walked over to the locker room area and knocked on the coaches' door.

"Come in," he said.

We opened the door and saw that he was the only one in the office. Good, I thought. That will make it easier to talk.

"What can I do for you guys?" he asked when we walked in.

We both hesitated for a second, before Trevor finally said "we need to talk to you about something, coach, something that's kind of hard for us to talk about. And we need some advice."

"I see," he said. "Sit down and tell me what's on your mind."

We both sat in the chairs in front of his desk and he leaned back in his chair, giving us his full attention.

"Well, first off," I said, "as you and the rest of the team found out earlier this week Trevor and I are gay. Not only gay, but we're boyfriends as well."

"And we hear that you're gay as well," Trevor said. "That's why we thought you could help us."

"I shouldn't really talk about that," the coach said. "But it's really no secret so I think it'll be alright in this case. Yes, I am gay and I have a boyfriend or a partner. So, I understand how difficult this must be for both of you."

"This is not really about us so much," I said. "Trevor and I are out to our parents and they've been mostly cool about the whole thing. A lot cooler than I thought they might be. It's really about Andrew. We promised we wouldn't tell anyone, and we hesitated to come to you, coach, so please don't say anything to him or about him to anyone."

"I promise," the coach said.

"So, Andrew just talked to us a few minutes ago," Trevor said. "He told us he thinks he might be gay as well. He's still trying to figure all that out, but he's scared. You probably don't know his parents, but they're real religious, I mean really, bat shit crazy religious. They go to that church, the Faith Bible Church."

"Believe me, I know all about that church," the coach said. "They were always stirring up trouble when I was in school and they tried to stop me from keeping my job as coach when they heard about me and Nathan. They even protested a few times at home games but everyone just laughed at them and they finally went away. Mostly anyway."

"I know," Trevor said. "I remember Jon told me about them coming to some of the games whenever Grant and Marty were playing last year and I remember seeing them myself."

"I do as well," I said. "But anyway, Andrew is afraid that if his father finds out, he may beat him or send him to some sort of place to be 'cured', whatever that means. I don't think gay people can be cured, can they. It's not like it's a disease or anything like that. It's all perfectly natural to me."

"It is perfectly natural," the coach said. "And no, they can't cure anyone from being gay, although you'll never convince people like that. We've had some boys here over the last couple of years that went to that church. One of them graduated in 2016 and from what I hear just disappeared after telling the church off. The other boy just graduated in May. He got kicked out of his house by his father, but fortunately he found someone to take him in."

"That's what we're worried about," Trevor said. "I've heard and read about kids getting thrown out on the streets, and some of the things they do to survive. A lot of them end up dead."

"Sad, but true," the coach said. "A lot of kids end up killing themselves when faced with those situations."

"That's why we came to you," I said. "We thought maybe you could tell us what to look for and what to do if anything happens to Andrew."

The coach thought for a minute before he said, "I'll do some checking, but for right now, just be his friend and listen to him if he says anything about his situation at home. If anything should happen you call me. I don't care if it's three o'clock in the morning, you call me. In the meantime, like I said, I'll see what I can find out."

"Thanks coach," we both said.

"You're welcome," he said. "And thank you for coming to me with this. I promise I won't say anything, but you can tell Andrew that if he needs to talk, my door is always open."

"We will," I said. "See you at practice tomorrow."

"Yeah, I'll see you guys. Have fun the rest of the day."

"Oh, we will," Trevor said, arching his eyebrows.

"I can't talk about that," the coach said. "But you guys enjoy."

"Thanks," I said.

With that we turned and walked out, headed for home. I just hope everything turns out okay for Andrew.

So that's it as far as our summer vacation went. It was exciting all the stuff that happened, finding out that Trevor was gay like me, him becoming my boyfriend, and all the things we did with each other.

Normally, a trip to the beach would be the highlight, but that comes in a distant second compared to the fun I had with Trevor right here at home.

Andrew has been hanging out with us nearly every day after practice and he's becoming more and more comfortable about being gay. He's still a little scared but he knows he can come to us so that lessens the fear I think. Also, I think he might have talked to Coach Barrett, but I'm not sure. Andrew hasn't said anything and neither has the coach, but I wouldn't expect him to.

School starts next week so I guess this is a good place to end the story. I'm sure high school is going to be a lot different than junior high. And it should be interesting, more so because by now everyone will know about Trevor and I. if they don't, they will before the end of the first day I'm sure.

The End


This story is part of the 2017 story challenge "Inspired by a Picture: Crimson". The other stories may be found at the challenge home page. Please read them, too. The voting period of 22 July to 13 August 2017 is when the voting is open. This story may be rated, below, against a set of criteria, and may be rated against other stories on the challenge home page.

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