The Best Game Ever

by Victor Thomas

September 2017

Hi everyone. My name is Bolander, Jason Bolander. I like saying it like that whenever I introduce myself. I think it sounds cool, like when James Bond introduces himself. You know, 'the name is Bond, James Bond'. I guess you can tell, I like the Bond movies. I still think Sean Connery was the best followed by the current Bond, Daniel Craig. Most people look at me like I'm nuts, and laugh at me behind my back, but who cares. I'm a junior at Chouteau High School which just started back on August 21 st . You know, the same day as the big eclipse which covered a large part of the United States.

They even let school out for a couple of hours to watch but unfortunately Chouteau is a little too far south for us to have had a good view. It was a perfect day to observe the eclipse but it didn't turn nearly as dark as I had hoped and expected it to. But since I had the special glasses, which the school provided, I was able to watch as it progressed across the sky.

But anyway, I turn sixteen on August 17 th , which is next week. Finally, I'll be able to drive legally without an adult in the car with me. I had taken driver's education in school and both dad and Jared had taken me out on the country roads and let me drive several times, but I needed the paper saying I had taken the class in order to get my restricted license. I've had my restricted license for almost a year now, but can only go to and from school or to work, if I had a job, that is. My parents allow me to run to the store or places here in town sometimes, but never out of town.

So, I'm five feet eight inches tall and weigh a hundred twenty-five pounds. Everyone thinks I'm too skinny, even my mom and dad, but they also constantly complain my brother and I are eating them out of house and home. Maybe I am, but I'm a growing boy. I have black hair and green eyes. That's a hell of a combination I know, but Brent says I look cute and that's all that matters.

In case you haven't figured it out after I said that, Brent is my boyfriend. Him and I have been dating for almost six months now, ever since we came out to each other back in March. Brent looks similar to me except that he's about an inch taller than me and maybe five pounds heavier. And he has brown, almost black eyes. He turned sixteen on August 9th, so he's like a week older than me. Oh, and he's very cute as well, the cutest boy in school in my opinion, and my opinion is the only one that counts.

There's plenty of other cute boys in school with me, but that's true in any high school anywhere in the world. There's Lucas and Trevor who just accidently outed themselves a couple of weeks ago during football practice. I was there when it happened, both Brent and I were. He had mentioned a few days earlier how cute he thought they were and I agreed. Now that we know that they are gay, we've talked about approaching them to see if they would like to get together for a little fun.

They were outed by another cute boy named Andrew who I suspect might be gay as well, although I'm not sure. Andrew got kicked off the team briefly but was reinstated the next day and the three of them seem to have made up and are still friends. But you know this story already, so I'm not going to dwell on it.

So, let me tell you instead how Brent and I got together back in March. It was the damndest thing.


March 2017, six months earlier.

Brent Saunders and I have been best friends ever since he moved here when we were in sixth grade. We were only eleven years old, but even then, I knew I liked looking at boys. I had no clue what it was I liked about them, I just knew I thought they were nice to look at, especially Brent. I had a vague idea about sex, which I had gotten from my older brother, Jared, who was only fourteen at the time. I didn't know whether to believe what he was telling me or not. It all sounded kind of gross to me, but I suppose most eleven year old boys would probably think the same. None of my male classmates had discovered girls yet and really wanted nothing to do with them. That was about to change, however, except for me, and apparently Brent as well although we neither one knew it at the time.

So anyway, Brent and I started playing on the football team during junior high and continued on in high school. Brent had also played soccer at his previous school, but since Chouteau doesn't have a soccer team he started playing football instead. It's too bad really, because he's taught me and several of our friends how to play and it's actually a fun game. From what I hear it's like the most popular sport in the world, except they call it football instead of soccer, and it is gradually being played at more and more schools here in the United States all the time. Maybe it will come to Chouteau in the near future.

Most of my friends starting liking girls a couple of years ago. The perverts. Like I said, I've always liked looking at boys, especially naked boys and I finally figured out what I would like to do with them, especially Brent. I want to… If you're reading this story then you already know what I want to do since you're gay as well and probably enjoy doing the same things. If not, I'm sure you'll figure it out.

I never actually expected to be able to do anything like that, at least not until I was older, but sometimes dreams and fantasies really do come true.

I knew I was gay but it really didn't bother me all that much. It's just a part of who I am and I can't change it, so why worry. I don't think I would change things even if I could. If I did that then I wouldn't be able to date Brent, and he's the most wonderful boy in the world.

I had never told him about me and even though I'm not bothered by being gay, I'm also realistic enough to realize that a lot of people don't like gay people, and some downright hate us. I wasn't sure how he would react, but I didn't really think it would be negatively.

Chouteau High, and the town in general is pretty accepting of gay people, more than you might expect for a small town in rural southeast Kansas, so I wasn't really worried about that. Don't get me wrong, we have our share of assholes just like anyplace, but to most people something like this just doesn't matter.

Besides, I kind of wondered about Brent myself on occasion. I noticed he seemed to like looking around in the locker room when we were changing for gym class and football practice, more than most guys. And every guy does it, even if they are to chickenshit to admit it. Every guy wants to see how he measures up against the competition, so to speak.

I enjoyed looking as well, which is probably how I noticed Brent. He was very subtle about it, never openly staring, which could get him or me in trouble if the other boys noticed. They were always talking about girls and what they would like to do with them and this got the occasional reaction out of one of the others, if you know what I mean. Let's just say a lot of cold water got used after practice. No one ever teased the boy it happened to because everyone knew that it could happen to them as well and they didn't want to be made fun of. Of course, every one of them was a stud, who had fucked multiple girls. And if you believe that shit, well… But I enjoyed it whenever I noticed it, and Brent did as well.

Brent is very cute and I swear to Christ the boy has six and a half inches between his legs. I know, because I measured the motherfucker myself. He's quite a mouthful, but I manage, after a lot of practice, of course. He's almost an inch longer than me, but I think I'm about average for a boy my age so I can't complain I guess. Some of the other boys I noticed are smaller so it all works out I suppose. Leave it to a gay boy to notice such things, but I suppose straight boys notice as well. It's probably a universal truth that every teenage boy will add at least an inch when he mentions how big he is, but the showers and locker room reveals the truth.


After what had been a fairly mild winter, at least to me anyway, spring was finally arriving and it was starting to warm up a little and we were able to play outdoors more. And even more important, the shirts were starting to come off and the shorts were coming on.

Like I mentioned earlier, Brent had been teaching me and our friends how to play soccer. We played at the football field when it wasn't being used, and it wouldn't be again till August.

We had just finished a game and Brent and I were all hot and sweaty as we walked back to his house. Little did I know, but this would turn out to be the best game ever, on the best day of my life up to then. He told me I could take a shower at his house and we could hang out in his room until I went home for supper, if I wanted to. Hell yeah, I wanted to! Who wouldn't want to hang out with a hot boy like Brent?

We both pulled off our shirts as we walked and I couldn't help but admire Brent's sleek chest and stomach. He even had the start of a six pack. I just wanted to lean over and lick the sweat off his hot body. Jesus, now I'm getting a hardon. I just hope Brent doesn't notice. Or maybe I do hope he notices. Maybe that would give him an idea.

I kept looking over at him as we walked down the street and I seemed to notice him looking at me as well, like he had the same thoughts as I did. Most likely, however, I was just seeing what I wanted to see. But hey, a boy can fantasize, right?

When we arrived at his house we went into the kitchen and got something to eat and Brent opened the refrigerator and handed me a Pepsi and grabbed one for himself, and we went back to his room. His parents weren't home from work yet and his older sister was out so we had the house to ourselves, at least for a couple of hours anyway.

Brent's room is fairly typical I suppose for most teenage boys. He had a normal full-size bed and dresser, a desk where he did his homework, as well as a few posters on the wall, including one from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban movie. I loved those books and the movies, and thought Daniel Radcliff was very cute in his glasses and the way he dressed. And have you seen that picture of him that was circulating around the internet. Holy shit! And some of the other characters were hot as well. Brent's room was somewhat messy, but not as bad as some. At least he didn't have clothes scattered all over the floor and other junk strewn around like some guys seem like they do. Oh, and he had his bicycle in the room as well. Why you ask? I don't know, I never thought to ask. Now that we are both old enough to drive, we won't be riding our bikes much. I keep mine in the garage at home and you would think Brent would as well, but no, he keeps it in his room, leaning up against the wall under the window.

Brent still had his soccer ball in his hands as we walked into the room. He sat his drink down on his desk and I sat mine down as well as I looked around. I had been in his room on many occasions, including many sleepovers, but something seemed different today.

We just stood looking at each other, like we both knew what we wanted, but were both too scared to make the first move. He still had the ball in his hands as he leaned back against the wall. We were standing less than six inches from each other and were staring into each other's eyes. God, I wanted to kiss him so badly and I could just sense he wanted the same thing.

I hesitated. What if I was wrong about Brent? I was scared, naturally, about how he would react. Unlike most of my lying classmates, this would be my first kiss ever, if I actually did it, that is.

I stood there looking into those beautiful brown eyes that were looking right back at me. I hesitated for another second, then said "fuck it," and leaned in and kissed Brent, right on the lips. Oh, my fucking god, I did it! I kissed Brent fucking Saunders, my best friend! I hope I haven't just made the biggest mistake of my life, but it just felt so right.

"You kissed me!" Brent exclaimed. "Oh, my god, I can't believe you fucking kissed me!"

I backed up when he said that, ready to run out of his house. I don't know what had come over me but it had clearly been a mistake. I may have just lost my best friend because of my own stupidity and lust.

"I'm sorry, Brent," I told him. "I don't know what the hell happened, but I'm sorry. I guess I should probably leave."

I turned and started to walk out of his room and go home. I didn't know how he was going to react, but at the same time I wasn't totally surprised by what he said.

"Wait a minute, Jason," he said. "You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. I've wanted to do that for several months now but just never had the balls to try. I'm glad you did. Now, kiss me again."

He then reached out and pulled me toward him and kissed me back. Our lips parted briefly, then we looked each other in the eyes and started making out, right in the center of his bedroom. It wasn't long before we ended up on his bed, making out for at least half an hour before finally coming up for air. It was only the beginning of the hottest day of my life.

Remember earlier, when I said I wanted to lick his chest and stomach. Well, since we were already shirtless, that's exactly what I did, or we did to each other. I had already come once in my shorts and I knew Brent had as well, but we were both hard again and ready to go.

Again, I don't know what came over me, but I quickly reached over and yanked his shorts down to his knees before I could chicken out. Brent was, of course, wearing a jockstrap, which was appropriate since we had been playing soccer. Jesus, he looked so fucking hot wearing that. I just stood there openly staring at his crotch and then at his butt, highlighted so nicely by the jockstrap. I gulped, hesitated for just a second, and reached out and put my left hand on his cock through the jock, and reached around with my right hand and rubbed and squeeze his bare ass.

God damn, I was so fucking hard I thought I was going to bust right through my own jock and Brent was so hard his couldn't even contain it. The head was sticking up through the top of the waistband.

I just stood there completely mesmerized for about a minute before I realized what I was doing. I looked at Brent, but he had his eyes closed and his head back as he moaned softly. I could tell he was enjoying it.

I had been dreaming of this for several months so I quickly pulled my shorts down, dropped to my knees, grabbed Brent's jockstrap and pulled it down and dropped it to his ankles. I then quickly took him in my mouth.

Oh, my god, the first time I had ever touched another boy like this, and it was my best friend. As I mentioned earlier, Brent is a little bigger than most boys our age and since this was my first time ever, I kept gaging. I wasn't going to be able to take him all the way, at least not at first, but I figured with practice I would be able to eventually. I hoped to get plenty of practice, and from Brent's reaction I'm sure I will.

Since this was his first time as well, he didn't last more than a minute before he grabbed the sides of my head, moaned real loud and shot his load into my mouth. My first reaction was to spit it out, but Brent kept his cock in my mouth and kept cumming. I finally swallowed everything he had to offer. It actually wasn't as bad tasting as I thought it might be.

Brent just stood there for a minute with his cock still in my mouth as he slowly deflated. He soon pulled it out of my mouth, reached down and pulled me to my feet, and kissed me. We made out for several minutes before he finally dropped to his knees and returned the favor.

It was the most incredible feeling I'd ever had in my life. Unbelievably hot! Even though I'm an inch shorter, Brent still gagged a little as he went down on me, but he kept going and before long I was cumming in his mouth as well. After I had finished he got to his feet and again we started making out, falling on his bed as we rolled around.


We continued to make out almost every time we had the chance and gave each other blowjobs almost every day, sometimes more than once if the opportunity arose. As a result, I finally got to where I could go down most of the way without gagging, but I still can't manage to go all the way. And we are both able to last far longer, sometimes as long as fifteen or twenty minutes, occasionally longer. Of course, being in school every day kind of kept us from doing it except after school, but we had to be careful so our parents didn't catch us. What a nightmare that would be, especially since we neither one had come out to our parents yet. We both wanted to but we weren't sure how they might react.

Neither of my parents are what you would call religious by any stretch of the imagination. Basically, the only time they ever went to church was for weddings and funerals, and those didn't happen very often.

Still, my father was a Trump supporter and I know how some of those people feel about gays. Not all of them of course, but I just wasn't sure where my parents fell. I had never heard either of them saying anything bad about gays or any other group for that matter, so I figured I was probably safe, but still I hesitated.

I thought maybe I should talk to my older brother who's a junior this year. Jared had always been cool with me, at least most of the time. Sure, we fought on occasion, but never anything really bad. But that's what brothers do. He liked to tease me but whenever I needed his help or advice he was always there for me. Jared was two years older than me so he always looked out for me at school or if I ran into any kind of trouble. In return, I'd cover for him if he needed, so he didn't get in trouble with mom or dad.

I intended to talk to Jared about Brent and me, but he beat me to it. We were talking one day after Brent and I had been together for a little over a month. Just out of the blue he brought it up.

"So, are you and Brent boyfriends or what?" he asked.

I'm sure I had that deer in the headlights look on my face and I could feel my mouth drop open and knew my face was turning red.

"What?" I asked.

"You and Brent? Are you guys dating or just fucking?" he asked.

I hesitated for a second and considered denying everything, but Jared already knew apparently. And besides, I had been going to tell him anyway, so why not now.

"Well, we are boyfriends, and have been for a little over a month now, but we're not fucking, at least not yet. I think we both want to, at least I do, but we're taking things slow for now. We do suck each other off all the time, but that's as far as we've gone, so far anyway."

"At least you're doing that, which is always fun. But, damn, I don't know how you can resist fucking that cute butt of his. Brent is really a hot guy. I'd do it with him in a heartbeat."

"Wait! What! I thought you liked girls? You have a girlfriend and I know you two are fucking."

"I do like girls," Jared said. "I love girls, and yes, Michael and I have fucked, many times. I think I'm bi. I really do like girls, but I also find some boys attractive as well. I've even had sex with a guy a few times in the past, and probably will continue to do so in the future."

What the fuck! This was absolutely the last thing I ever expected to hear from Jared. I didn't know what to think. Jesus!

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, really," he said. "Actually, I just fucked him. We blew each other but I didn't let him fuck me. I don't know if I ever will go that far with a guy. But I did enjoy it, and wouldn't hesitate to do it again."

Oh, my god!

"Who was it, if you don't mind my asking," I asked.

"Since you're only a sophomore you may not know who he is. But it's Jessie. Of course, he's a senior this year, fixing to graduate with me in May. But, yeah, he had a kind of reputation as the guy to go to if you needed some relief, if you know what I mean. He blew a lot of guys in the last few years, or at least that's what I've heard. Very few will admit it, but a lot of guys did it."

"Yeah, I heard about Jessie, but thought it was mostly bullshit," I said.

"It probably is," Jared said. "You know how things like that are. Once a rumor gets started it just keeps building. He did suck my dick, however, and I did suck his as well, so I know at least that much is true."

"So, how was that?" I asked. "You like girls better, or boys?"

"I definitely like girls more," he replied. "Maybe seventy, thirty in favor of girls. But I will say, a gay boy definitely knows how to suck a dick better than a girl."

"I wouldn't know, but I can understand why," I said. "I've only did it with Brent. But how did you know him and I were doing it? I was gonna tell you, but just hadn't got around to it yet. In fact, you're the first person that knows."

"I doubt that," he said. "But I'm not blind or deaf, Jason. I saw you guys kissing and making out a couple of times here at home when you though no one was around. And I could hear the moans coming out of your room occasionally. I just assumed you were probably sucking each other off or something."

"That we were!" I said. "Now I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be," he said. "There's nothing wrong with what you guys are doing. But you really should try fucking each other. That feels so good, at least for the guy doing the fucking. I would assume the guy getting fucked must enjoy it as well or he wouldn't let someone do it. That's what I've heard anyway."

"Yeah, that's what I've heard," I said. "Brent and I both want to try it, but we haven't been brave enough yet. I'm sure it must hurt like hell, at least the first time."

"I'm sure it does," Jared said. "But if you don't like it, nothing says you ever have to do it again. But I think you probably will like it. I know I did and Jessie seemed to like it as well. He must if he lets all those guys do him. If the rumors are true, that is."

"Not that I mind talking about sex with boys," I said, "but I need to change the subject and ask you something serious."

"What is it?" Jared asked.

"How do you think dad will react to all this?"

"I don't know," he answered. "I'd like to say he will be fine with it, but the truth is, I just don't know."

"Do you think he'll get mad or do anything bad?" I asked.

"He might get pissed off, but as far as anything extreme, such as beating you or kicking you out, I seriously doubt that, Jason. He might yell and scream for a few minutes, maybe ever stay mad for a few days, but he'll get over it. Him and mom are proud of you, Jason. They're proud of both of us. They say it all the time. I think you'll be alright."

"That's kind of what I thought," I said.

"You thinking of coming out to them?"

"I'm going to have to eventually," I said. "I'd hate for them to find out the way you did. Then he really would be pissed."

"That's probably true," he said. "If you want me to be there with you when the time comes, I will."

"Thanks, Jared," I said. "I'll probably be alright, but maybe if you're just in your room, just in case."

"Sure, Jason," he said. "Just let me know."

"I will," I said. "And thanks. I'll tell Brent that you know about us. Do you mind if I tell him that you think he's cute? He thinks you're cute as well, just so you know."

"Yeah, I guess you can tell him, just tell him not to go telling other people."

"Okay, I will," I said. "And thanks again."

"You're welcome. Just remember if you ever want to talk to me, I'll be there to listen. And tell Brent that if he ever gets tired of you that I'm available."

"Jared!" I exclaimed.

"Just kidding, Jason."


"You're never gonna guess what happened yesterday after you went home," I told Brent the next morning at school.

"What?" he asked. "Nothing bad, I hope."

I smiled. "No, nothing bad. It's actually good. Jared figured out that you and I are boyfriends."

"How did he do that?" Brent asked. "Is he okay with it?"

"Oh, he's fine with it," I told him. "He's more than okay. He saw us kissing in the house a few times, and said he could hear moaning coming from my room. I guess we must get pretty loud on occasion, or the walls are thinner than I thought."

"Probably a little of both," he said.

"But that's not all he said," I said. "You're not gonna believe this shit when I tell you, but you have to keep it a secret, at least for now."

"What is it?" he asked. "I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Jared thinks you're cute. He told me himself when he asked about you and me. He said he would do you in a heartbeat. Can you believe that shit?"

"Wow!" Brent said. "He really thinks I'm cute. No shit?"

"Yeah, no shit," I said.

"Is he gay? I thought he had a girlfriend."

"He says he's bi, although he likes girls more than boys. But he damn sure said it. I couldn't believe it myself when I heard it."

"Damn!" Brent said. "I've always thought your brother was good looking, an older version of you. But, holy shit!"

"Now, don't be getting any ideas," I teased. "Jared is off limits."

"Well, hell," Brent teased back. "I was gonna go up to him and see if he wanted to get together after school today. I guess I won't now."

We both laughed.

"I also asked him how he thought our parents would react when I tell them about me," I said. "He seems to think that while dad will probably be pissed, at least at first, he won't do anything bad. Mom I don't think I really need to worry about."

"I've been thinking of coming out to my parents as well," Brent said. "I'm pretty sure they won't be upset about it. They're both very easy going, as you know."

"Thank god for that," I said. "At least you won't have a hard time. I don't think I will either, but there's just no way to really predict. But I think I need to do it soon, though."

"Yeah, me too," Brent said. "In fact, I think I may just go ahead and do it here in the next few days. Get it over with."

Just then the bell rang for our first class so Brent and I parted ways. We would see each other in the hallways between classes or in the classes we shared and in the lunchroom later. Brent turned and started walking away. I just watched his cute ass as he walked away before I headed for my first class as well.


I didn't get a chance to tell mom and dad that I was gay, but dad found out anyway. And not in a good way. I completely fucked up.

As we did almost every day, Brent and I were in my room making out. We were doing more than making out. I was on my knees giving Brent a blowjob as he lay across my bed, when the door to my room suddenly burst open and dad stuck his head in to ask me something. We had been so anxious to get with each other that I had completely forgotten to lock the door to my room.

"Jason, can you…" he started, but then he noticed what I was doing. His eyes got big and his entire face turned red as his mouth just dropped open. "What in the fuck are you doing?" he yelled.

"Dad!" I exclaimed. "You're home early."

Brent quickly grabbed one of my pillows to try and cover himself, but it was already too late. Dad could see exactly what was going on. I was also naked and tried to cover myself as well, for all the good it did.

Dad looked right at Brent and yelled, "get dressed and get the hell out." Then he looked right at me and yelled, "and you, you little faggot, get dressed and get your ass into the living room. Right now!"

He then turned and stormed down the hallway toward the living room. Oh shit, I thought. This is not how I wanted to come out to my parents, but what could I do now. Talk to dad and hope for the best, I guess. I was scared of what might happen but I couldn't avoid it.

I looked at Brent who still had a scared look on his face and said, "sorry, Brent, but you better go. I'll try and call you later and let you know what happens."

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later," he said as he quickly got dressed. "Good luck. He doesn't look to happy right now."

"I'll be alright," I said as I also go dressed and then walked Brent to the front door so he could go home. I said that, but I didn't really think I would be alright. I didn't know what to expect, but I went into the living room as ordered.

"Sit down!" my dad ordered as soon as I stepped into the room. I did as I was told and sat on the couch across from dad who was sitting in his recliner. "Now tell me, what the hell did I just see? I know I didn't see my son on his knees sucking another boys dick, did I. Tell me my eyes were playing tricks on me, you little faggot. Look me in the eye and tell me you're not a god damn cocksucker! Tell me, you little shit!"

I didn't know what to do or what to say. I was still stunned by what had happened. Brent and I have always been so careful. Why was dad home from work early? I quickly glanced at my watch and noticed the time. Actually, dad was home right on time. Brent and I had just been so caught up in what we were doing that we had lost track of time. Why hadn't I remembered to lock the door to my room? A thousand questions and thoughts were going through my mid. I just looked at dad and said nothing.

"Answer me, god damn it," he yelled. "Are you a little cocksucker? How long has this shit been going on?"

I could feel tears forming in my eyes as I sat there and listened to dad rant. I still hadn't said anything.

I finally was able to start talking. "No, dad, your eyes weren't lying. I was sucking Brent's cock. I'm gay, dad, and Brent is my boyfriend."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" dad yelled. "How long has this shit been going on?"

"About a month now," I replied. "Brent and I became boyfriends in March."

"I knew that little bastard was bad news," dad shouted. "He turned you into a faggot, didn't he? Didn't he?"

"No, dad, he didn't turn me gay," I said, calmly. "I've always been gay. I was born gay. It was actually me that made the first move, not Brent. He just responded."

"I don't want to hear that shit," dad said. He seemed to be a little calmer now, at least he wasn't screaming and yelling. "People are not born gay. It's unnatural."

"Yes, we are born that way, dad," I explained. "And to me, and all gay people, it's perfectly natural. You can check it out for yourself if you don't believe me."

"I've heard that," he said. "It's just so hard for me to believe, but that's what I've heard, so maybe I will check it out sometime.

Just then Jared walked in the front door and stopped in the kitchen to grab a drink before heading to his room. He heard dad and me in the living room and stuck his head in to see what was going on. By now dad had at least stopped yelling and screaming, but he was still not very happy.

"Hey, dad," Jared said, and then he looked at me. "What's going on, Jason?"

Before I could say anything, dad started again. "Did you know your little brother was a faggot?"

"Yes, dad, I knew Jason was gay," Jared said. "But he's not a faggot." He then looked at me. "So, you told him?"

"No, he didn't tell me, god damn it!" dad yelled. "I found the little cocksucker in his room, sucking that Brent kid off. And if you knew, why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"Because it wasn't my place to tell you something like that, dad," Jared explained. "That's personal between Jason and you and mom. He was going to tell you."

Dad then looked at me. "Is what he says true, Jason? Were you going to tell us?"

"Yes, dad," I said. "I was just waiting for the right time, but I did intend on telling you and mom."

"I see," he said. "You sure picked a hell of a way to tell me."

"Sorry about that, dad," I said. "I wasn't expecting you home from work so early."

"Obviously," he said. "So, what else have you two been up to? Is he fucking you or are you fucking him?"

He had a disgusted look on his face from the thought, but at least he had calmed down again, at least for now anyway.

"No, dad, we haven't gone that far yet," I said.

I wanted to go further but I wasn't about to say that to dad. He was pissed off enough already without me adding more fuel to the fire.

"That's good to hear," he said. "I don't approve of any of this. I won't have a gay son. You are not to see that boy again, is that clear. Is that clear?"

The hell I wasn't, I thought, but I answered, "yes, dad, that's clear."

"And you're not to talk to him either. In fact, give me your cell phone."

"That's not fair, dad," I said. "Brent is my best friend, and my boyfriend."

"I don't give a shit if it's fair or not!" dad yelled. He had calmed down briefly, but he was starting to yell again.

Finally, Jared spoke up. "Come on, dad. Jason is right, it's not fair you are punishing him for something he has no control over."

"You mind your own god damned business, Jared!" dad yelled. "I'll decide what's fair and what's not."

"But dad, seriously," Jared said. "You really don't believe all that bullshit about gays, do you? It's 2017, for Christ's sake. You can't be that dumb!" He looked at me a then at dad. "I'm sorry, dad. I didn't really mean that. But think about it. Why would Jason or any gay boy or girl for that matter, choose to be gay. I mean, you can hardly pick up a newspaper or read the news online without reading about some poor kid being bullied for being gay, or beaten or thrown out of their house for being gay. Christ, gay kids have a higher than normal suicide rate in this country. Why would someone voluntarily choose that life? Why would Jason choose to be gay? Because, it's not a choice, that's why. Don't believe me. Do some research. Get on the internet and google gay kids and suicide. Or gay kids and bullying. See for yourself."

Holy shit! I couldn't believe how my brother was talking to our father, and the way he was supporting me. I guess he cares about me more than he likes to let on. We're always arguing with each other, but I think all brothers and sisters argue. It doesn't mean we don't care about each other.

Dad just sat there, speechless for about a minute, looking over at Jared and then at me. I don't think he quite knew how to react. To his credit, however, he didn't start yelling at either of us again.

"Please, dad," Jared finally said. "All we're asking is for you to check it out yourself. Don't believe all the crap you hear. I know you don't want to lose one of your sons. That's what could happen if you do anything rash. If you kick him out or anything, who knows what may happen."

That seemed to snap dad out of it. He looked over at Jared and then at me again, before saying, "is that what kind of father you think I am? I would never kick Jason out of the house, especially over something like this. I love both of you and that's never going to change. I just don't understand this whole gay thing. I mean, I just don't get it."

"You don't have to, dad," I said. "It confuses the hell out of me as well, and I'm the one that's gay. Please, believe me when I tell you, it's not something I chose. Given the choice I probably would choose to like girls, but I can't. I just don't want to be with a girl like that. I'm sorry, but that's just how it is."

"Maybe you should try fucking a girl and find out," dad suggested. "Maybe you might like it."

Really, I thought. He actually suggested I fuck a girl? That just seems wrong in so many ways, not to mention disgusting. I'm not sure I could actually fuck a girl, even if I had the opportunity, although it might be fun to at least see what the big deal is. Not that I'm gonna rush out and find one.

Just as he said that, mom walked into the living room. She had just gotten home from work and had managed to come into the house without anyone hearing her. She didn't look to happy about what she had just heard.

"What are you guys talking about, Jim?" she asked. "I heard something about having sex with a girl." She looked over at Jared. "Please, tell my you didn't get your girlfriend pregnant. I'm not ready to be a grandmother just yet."

Jared had a look of horror on his face. "No, mom," he said. "It's nothing like that, I promise. Michael is on the pill and I always make sure to use a condom."

"Thank god for that," she said.

Mom didn't look to thrilled to hear that her teenage son was having sex, but dad seemed pleased. At least one of his sons liked girls. If he only knew about Jared, but I would never say anything. I couldn't believe he had said something like that to mom.

"No, mom," I said. "Dad just found out I'm gay and he's not too happy, as you might expect. We were fighting earlier, but I think we're through with that. We're just talking now."

"I see," mom said, looking right at me. "I kind of thought you might be. I even mentioned it to your father a few times, but he refused to listen to me. Now maybe you will, Jim."

"But how could you know, mom?" I asked. "I've never told anyone except Jared."

"A mother always knows," she said, smiling. "It's just part of being a mother, of being a woman I suppose. I didn't know for sure, but I just wondered a few times. Is it you and Brent?"

"Yes," I said. I could feel a big smile on my face. "Me and him have been boyfriends for a little over a month now."

"You certainly picked a cute one," she said. "I like Brent. I always have, ever since you two became friends."

"Now wait just a damn minute," dad said. "Are you saying you approve of our son being gay?"

"I admit I would probably be happier if he wasn't gay," she admitted, "but we can't change the way things are."

"He could try," dad suggested. "That's what I was telling him when you walked into the room. I told him he should try fucking a girl and see if he liked it."

"Please, dear," she said. "I don't appreciate that kind of language. I get the picture." She looked over at me. "Do you think something like that might work, Jason? It might be worth a try."

This has to be a first. A mother encouraging her teenage son to have sex with a girl. Damn!

"Mom, please!" I said. "I think you know better. There's no way I want to fu… er, have sex with a girl." Damn, I almost said fuck to my mother.

"I didn't really think so," she said, "but it was worth asking."

The four of us continued talking for another hour before dad finally said, "alright, I'm gonna check it out, me and your mother will after we get back later tonight. In the meantime, I'm not going to forbid you from seeing Brent. You'd just go behind my back anyway, so what's the point. Just please, in the future, lock your door if you and him are going to be… you know."

I smiled. "Yes, I know, dad. And thanks for at least trying to understand."

"What kind of father would I be if I didn't at least listen to my children?" he asked. "Although, neither one of you are really children any more. You're almost men now and I should treat you like that. Now, go get in the car. We're all going to the Buckboard for supper. Is that alright with everyone?"

We all agreed. The Buckboard is one of two restaurants in town, not counting the Hornet's Nest , which is more fast food, and they always serve good food. The Buckboard has a sort of western theme and they serve steak, pork chops and chicken as their main courses, as well as Mexican food.

The four of us were able to have a reasonably quite meal, considering all that had happened earlier. Dad briefly, quietly told mom what had happened, leaving out the graphic details, but enough that she got the picture. Dad still wasn't too happy, but at least he wasn't yelling anymore. I think the fact that we were in a public restaurant helped. The last thing he wanted, and I wanted for that matter, was to air our personal business in public. Chouteau is a small enough town that everyone would have known by morning if word was to get out. But now that mom and dad both knew, I saw no reason not to come out at school. I just needed to talk to Brent first.

At least dad wasn't going to try to keep us apart. He said it himself, I'd just go behind his back anyway. And I still had my phone so I could call him later tonight.


We finally got back home shortly before eight, so I ran back to my room to call Brent.

"Are you alright?" he asked as soon as he answered.

"I've been better," I admitted, "but yeah, I'm alright. I'm still alive anyway."

"Was it that bad?" he asked.

"It started off that way, as you might imagine considering what happened," I said. "But after dad yelled and screamed for about fifteen minutes he started calming down, at least somewhat. Then, Jared walked into the room and dad found out he knew about us, so he started yelling again, at both of us."

"What did Jared do?" he asked.

"He basically told dad he needed to calm down and think about what he was saying and to do some research on the subject. Dad wasn't too happy with that, but he did agree.

"Holy shit!" Brent exclaimed.

"Holy shit is right," I said. "Dad actually said I should try fucking a girl. A girl! Can you believe that shit? I told him there was no way I was going to fuck a girl. The whole idea is disgusting."

"No doubt," Brent said. "So, what happened next?"

"Mom walked in just then and heard the last part of that conversation. She asked Jared if he had gotten his girlfriend pregnant. When she found out that I was the subject of that conversation and what it was about, she actually asked if I thought it might help. Can you imagine, my own mother wondering if I could turn straight by fucking a girl? The whole thing would have been laughable, if they weren't serious."

"Damn," he said. "I bet you were embarrassed as hell."

"You have no idea," I said. "But then she really dropped a bombshell. She actually said she had suspected I might be gay, and had even talked with dad about it."

"Oh, my god!"

"But at least she thinks I picked a good boyfriend," I told him. "She actually said you're cute."

"Jesus!" he said. "So, what happened after that?"

"Well, the four of us talked for about an hour there at the house, and then dad took us out to the Buckboard, and we talked some more. Dad backed down on keeping me and you apart. He's still not very happy right now but I think he'll get used to the idea in time. Things could have been a hell of a lot worse. Overall, I think things will be back to normal by the end of the week, at least somewhat normal."

"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I think it's time I came out to my parents as well. I'd hate for them to find out like yours did."

"Yeah, you're probably right," I said. "Let me know how it goes."

"I will," he said. "But in the meantime, I think I better go. I need to finish my homework."

"I haven't even started mine," I admitted. "With all the excitement earlier I haven't had a chance. Maybe tomorrow after school we can finish off what we started to today."

"Sounds good," he said. "If you want to, we can finish off right now, at least somewhat. I know it won't be the same, but it should still be fun."

"Just let me lock my door first," I laughed. "I'd hate to get busted again."

So, that's what we did for about the next fifteen minutes. We both stripped naked and got each other off over the phone. Not nearly as fun as the real thing, but still better than doing it by myself.

I ended up staying up till almost midnight finishing my homework, before finally going to sleep. It had been quite possibly the worst day in my life, but things had turned out alright in the end, for the most part. Things could have turned out a whole lot worse, like they did for thousands of other gay kids. At least now mom and dad knew about me and we could continue to talk until they got more comfortable.


Brent revealed to me the next morning that he had talked to his parents last night, and as expected, they weren't the least bit bothered by him being gay.

"So, what about school?" I asked. "Should we come out?"

"I don't think we should make some big announcement or anything like that," he said. "School will be out in another two weeks, so let's just see what happens."

"Sounds good," I said. "That gives us the whole summer to think about it. I feel the same way as you do, I guess. No need to make a big announcement, just don't deny it if someone asks."

The next two weeks were rather uneventful. Finally, at the end of May, school was out for the summer. I had survived my sophomore year of high school without too many problems, at least at school.

Dad was still somewhat uncomfortable with me being gay, but he hasn't really said anything about it. Brent is even welcome in our house now, which is good. He's even been in the same room as mom and dad, which I know is extremely uncomfortable for him, as well as them . At least dad is trying.

I was really surprised when I got home after the last day of school and saw an envelope lying on my pillow. It wasn't a letter that had come in the mail, just an envelope with my name on it. I picked it up, sat down, and opened it. I pulled the paper out and read.

My dearest Jason

I know things have been a little distant between us lately, but finding out you were gay really took me by surprise, especially the way I found out. I am truly sorry I haven't talked to you sooner, but I needed some time to deal with this in my own way.

I need to tell you that everything you have done in your life has really impressed me. You have opened my eyes to see you are not only my son, but are also going to be a great man one day. I am honored to have you as my son. We may not always see eye to eye, but I am extremely proud of you. Whatever choices you make from here on out I will give you my full support and I will be here for you if you even need me. What I most want is for you to be happy. You've earned it and deserve it. I'm happy you and Brent are boyfriends and I want you to invite him and his family over for dinner so we can get to know each other better.

I am glad you are my son and I love you.

Love always,

Dad.

By the time I finished reading the letter I was crying. I quickly ran into the living room. Dad had arrived home from work a few minutes earlier and was sitting in his chair relaxing.

"Dad," I said, as I walked into the room.

He looked up at me. By now the flood gates were fully open and I was crying my eyes out. Dad looked at me and I could see him start to tear up as well.

"I love you too."

He smiled at me and stood up. I began walking toward him and didn't stop until I had my arms wrapped tightly around him.

He pulled me back, took my face in his hands and said, "I love you too, son. I love both of my sons. I'm sorry for what I said that day. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you," I said as he two of us continued hugging each other.

The worst day of my life had been two weeks ago and now I was having the best day of my life. Well, maybe the second-best day. My father had not only accepted me for who I am but had also invited my boyfriend and his family over for dinner. How much better can things get?

Rather than eating at home tonight, dad decided we were all going to Parsons to eat at Vito's Italian Restaurant . As soon as mom got home, dad and I explained what had happened. She was happy and I got up and hugged her as well, and kissed her on the cheek. She even suggested I call Brent and invite him.

I immediately called him, while mom called Jared. It turned out that Jared was going out with Michael tonight, so mom invited her as well.

"What's up, Jason?" Brent said when he answered.

"Good news," I said. "Really, really good news."

"Tell me about it," he said.

"I will," I told him." "But first, you doing anything tonight?"

"Just hanging out at home I guess," he said. "Why, you got something in mind?"

"I want you to come over to my house as soon as you can," I told him. "Mom and dad are taking us out to dinner tonight. Can you believe it?"

"What brought that on?" he asked.

"I'll tell you the whole story when you get here, but basically, dad had a change of heart. Him and mom just want to get to know you better."

"I'll be over in about twenty minutes," he said, and the we hung up.

Brent showed up a few miutes later, followed by Jared and Michael after that. Six people were not going to fit in my parent's car, so Jared and Michael drove on by themselves.

I'll be so happy when I can get my unrestricted license and then hopefully my own car. Only a little over two months until I turn sixteen and that will be the first thing I do that day. Brent will have his about two weeks earlier. Then we will be able to go on real dates by ourselves, and do other things as well. I'm so looking forward to that.

Things were a little awkward as first, as you might imagine, but by the time we got to Parsons the four of us were carrying on normally. It was like nothing had ever happened. I was so happy, as was Brent. We even held hands in the back seat and dad didn't disapprove.

Dinner was even better. I love Italian food, and Vito's is some of the best I've ever eaten. The six of us sat there for close to two hours, eating and talking, and just generally having a nice time. This was the first time Brent and I had really been anywhere together, other than the Hornet's Nest, there in Chouteau. I guess you could call it a date, even if we were with my parents. It didn't feel weird at all like you might expect.

Jared offered to take me and Brent home after we finished our meal, but we decided to go with mom and dad. Dad dropped Brent off at his house and I walked him to the door. It was a nice night so I told dad I would just walk home, so they took off.

Brent and I stood in the shadows outside his house and made out for several minutes before we finally broke apart and he went inside. We both wanted to do more, but this was not the time or place for that. I reluctantly headed for home myself.

I got home, hugged both my parent's goodnight, kissed mom on the cheek and went back to my room. It was the perfect end to a perfect day.


Brent and I have discussed it several times, and I think I'm ready to take the next step. I've sucked his dick, licked and sucked his balls, even eaten his ass, as gross as that might seem. It's really not as long as you make sure everything is nice and clean, but anyway, enough about that. Brent and I have done just about everything to each other, except for the one big thing.

To say that I was scared would be an understatement, but I think I am finally ready for this next step. From the videos we've watched together, it looks like so much fun and seems easy enough. Of course, I know it's probably not like that in real life, but I was anxious to find out for myself.

During a recent trip with Brent and my brother to Joplin I had worked up the nerve to get what I thought we might need at Walgreen's . I wasn't about to buy something like this at Brigg's Drug Store here in town. They knew me and I would be to embarrassed, not to mention that I didn't want word to get back to my parents. It was hard enough out of town where no one had any idea who I was and didn't care.

I grabbed a bottle of lube and a few other things as well, and Brent and I headed to the register to pay. There was a decent looking boy, probably college age, working the register and he just smiled at us when I placed everything on the counter. He took another, closer look when he saw what I was buying and then winked at both of us. I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment, and I looked at Brent and saw he was the same. Fortunately, there was no one else around.

The boy took our money, put everything in a bag, and handed it to me. He then looked both of us right in the eyes and said, "you boys enjoy yourself, you hear."

"Hopefully," I said, and then we turned and walked out.

"You think he's gay?" Brent asked.

"I think it's likely," I said. "He seemed to know what that bottle of lube is for, anyway."

After we left Walgreen's , it was time to head for home. The three of us talked and laughed as Jared drove us back to Chouteau. Even though I don't have to get up for school tomorrow didn't mean I was going to stay up late. Tomorrow promised to be a big day, as Brent and I intend to make use of our purchases from tonight. Both our parents will be gone so it's the perfect opportunity. I was really looking forward to tomorrow.

The next morning after I had finished my chores for the day I called Brent and had him come over. The two of us went to the Hornet's Nest for lunch and then returned to his house for our usual afternoon activities. Only today was going to be different. I was finally going to let Brent make love to me. That sounds so much better than fucking, although I guess technically it's the same thing.

Brent and I made out for probably half an hour, sucked each other off, and continued to make out more. Finally, I thought I was ready. I wanted to be the first. Like I mentioned earlier we've both watched videos so we knew what to do, but I must say the actual act is a lot harder and messier than I thought it would be. It still ended up five times better than I thought it would be as well.

"So, how do you want it?" Brent asked me as we both lay side by side on the bed.

I was nervous as hell, but I looked over at him and said, "I think I want to be on my back so I can look up at your face while you're doing it. That looks more comfortable to me as well."

"Okay, sounds good," he said. "You ready?"

I looked at him and smiled. "As ready as I' ever gonna be. Just go slow and take it easy at first."

"I will," he said. "You set the pace, Jason. I'll go as slow as you want. You tell me what you feel and how you want it, and we'll go from there. Are you sure you want to do this? We don't have to, you know."

"I know," I said. "I'm ready. Make love to me, Brent."

So that's what we did. Brent applied a generous amount of lube to my hole as well as his cock, and positioned himself between my legs. He then proceeded to push inside me, slowly.

"Oww," I moaned.

It really did hurt like hell, and a part of me wanted to stop, but a bigger part of me wanted to continue. I knew things would only get better and easier as we continued.

Brent immediately stopped pushing and looked at me, a concerned look on his face.

"Are you alright, Jason?" he asked. "We don't have to do this."

"I'll be alright," I said. "I want to do this, Brent. I love you and I want you to do this. Just go slow and let me get used to it. But don't stop."

Brent smiled at that and continued pushing inside me. Before I even realized it, he was all the way inside. I could feel his balls up against my ass as he stopped.

He looked down at me again, smiling. "This feels so good, Jason. I never imagined it would feel like this."

"I know," I said. "Just don't move until my butt gets used to it. It hurts, but it also feels so good at the same time. I don't know if that makes any sense or not."

"Not really," he said, "but I'll take your word for it."

After a few minutes I thought I was ready to continue. "Okay, Brent," I said. "Take it slow and easy, but go ahead. I'll let you know."

Brent started going in and out slowly at first, but then he started going harder and faster. It was like he couldn't control himself, which I supposed he probably couldn't. The harder and faster he went the better it started to feel to me as well. No wonder guys like doing this, I thought. I didn't want it to ever end.

Unfortunately, it did, all too soon. The whole experience probably didn't last ten minutes, but what an incredible ten minutes is was. I could feel Brent speed up and hear him moaning, and seconds later I could feel him cumming inside me. That was so hot I came at almost the same time, all over my chest and stomach. It was probably the most intense orgasm I've had since that first time Brent and I blew each other back in March.

Brent collapsed on top of me and the two of us just lay on the bed for several minutes, before we started kissing and making out again. Finally, we rolled off each other and lay side by side, looking up at the ceiling as we slowly caught our breath.

"God, that was intense," Brent finally said. "How was it for you?"

"It was great, and a lot of fun," I said. "I want to do it again and again. It felt incredibly good, Brent. Don't get me wrong, it hurt like a motherfucker at first, but once you got going, man, I can't describe it. You have to try it."

"I will," he said. "In fact, I'm going to try it today before you go home. I just need a few minutes, that's all."

"I do too," I said. "I've busted two nuts today, so it's going to take me a while to be ready for a third. But, let's go take a quick shower and wash all this crap off our bodies. By that time, I should be ready to go."

So that's what we did. It was pretty much the same when I made love to Brent, so I won't give you the details. Let's just say it was really hot and we both enjoyed the hell out of it.

Later when I finally went home, I ran into Jared. He just looked at me for a moment and then smiled. "You're walking kind of funny there, Jason. You look like you just got fucked," he laughed.

I was embarrassed for just a second but then looked right back at him and said, "yes I did. Your little brother is no longer a virgin."

"Really?" he said. "I was just joking.

"Yeah, I really did," I told him. "Both Brent and I took turns doing each other today. You should try it sometime, Jared. You might enjoy it."

He looked at me and laughed. "Who knows, I might someday. Is it any fun? Does it hurt?"

"It hurt like hell at first," I told him. "But then, it started feeling really, really good after Brent got going. It really was fun, Jared. I highly recommend it. I can't wait to do it again."

The two of us sat there and talked until mom and dad got home from work. It had been an incredible day spent making love with the boy I loved.


So, that's how Brent and I spent our summer, making love almost every day, sometimes more than once. We did each other, although Brent tended to do me more than I did him. I liked it that way. We even talked about finding a third person for some fun, but we haven't done that just yet. If the opportunity every presents itself, then we likely will.

We also got our full drivers licenses, and to celebrate I borrowed dad's truck and the two of us drove over to Joplin to eat at a nice restaurant and then went to a movie afterward. Afterward, we just couldn't help ourselves, we pulled off onto a country road and into an empty field and make love out under the stars. It was the most fun we've had since we had first made love earlier this summer.

Football practice started in early August, and you already know about the incident with Trevor and Lucas, so I'll skip ahead to the start of our junior year.

The first day of school this year happened to coincide with the solar eclipse on August 21 st so not much else happened. We went to our first three classes, got all our books and met our teachers, most of whom were returning from last year. Then around eleven we were dismissed so we could go out and watch the eclipse, the first one in the United States since before I was even born. Mom and dad were only kids themselves when the last one occurred and they didn't remember it.

But the real excitement came the next day during lunch. Brent and I were sitting at the jock table, along with the other players and all the cheerleaders were next to us. We hadn't really seem each other much over the summer, outside of practice, and the girls even less, so there was a lot of catching up to do.

By now, Trevor and Lucas were old news. Practically the whole school knew they were gay, but no one mentioned it or even cared. They were just another couple, the way the quarterback and the head cheerleader were a couple. No big deal.

Remember earlier when Brent and I talked about it and decided we weren't going to make a big announcement, but weren't going to deny we were a couple if it came up. Well, it came up.

Melissa, the girlfriend of Cameron, one of the football players started talking. Her and Cameron had just gotten together over the summer, and there were a few other couples at our table as well. She was asking some of the other guys if they had girlfriends and a few of them nodded, but most said no, but they were looking. She then looked at me.

"So, what about you, Jason?" she asked. "You got a girlfriend?"

I looked over at Brent who just nodded his head and smiled.

"No, but I have a boyfriend," I announced.

I swear the whole table went silent for about twenty seconds.

"A boyfriend," she said. "Who is he? Is he cute?"

"I think he's very cute," I said. "The cutest boy in school, as a matter of fact. He's…" I didn't get a chance to finish before Brent spoke up.

"He's me," Brent said. "Actually, I'm the second cutest boy in school. Jason is the cutest." He laughed.

I looked over and saw Trevor and Lucas smiling, and they both gave us a thumbs up. Even Andrew was smiling. I've suspected all along he might be gay as well, but I just didn't know for sure. And I wasn't going to ask. That's something personal that he will tell us when he's ready.

Brent and I were the topic of conversation for the rest of lunch, and throughout the rest of the day. I'm sure by the end of the week we'll be old news as well and some other couple will be the ones in the spotlight. Couples are always getting together, fighting, breaking up, getting back together, over and over. It's just part of the drama that's high school. I knew Brent and I were fortunate to go to a school that was mostly accepting, and not all gay students were as lucky as us.

Andrew is a prime example. I don't really know that much about his situation at home, but from what I've gathered, it's not all that good. I'm not going to say anything, but if he ever wants to talk to me, I'll certainly listen.

Now that Brent and I are out I'm thinking him and I will try and become better friends with Lucas and Trevor. They're a year younger than us but that doesn't matter. We'll see what happens.

So that's how Brent and I came out to each other and became a couple. And it all started after the best game ever, in his room that first day, when I finally had the courage to let him know how I felt.

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