Waiting for My Boyfriend

by Victor Thomas

April-May 2018

I'm sitting here in the park with my best friend Dakota, waiting for his boyfriend to show up, and my new boyfriend as well. Okay, let me rephrase that. I don't have a boyfriend, not yet anyway, but I'm supposed to be meeting someone from another school who has the potential to by my boyfriend. Confused? I'll try and explain.

Today is the annual spring fling and celebration of the founding of Chouteau, which happened a hundred and sixty-one years ago, on April 18 th , 1857. Today is actually April the 21 st , but it's Saturday, so that's when we're celebrating this year.

Chouteau was founded on April 18 th , 1857, right before the civil way, and four years before Kansas even became a state. It was named after an Osage Indian Chief.

Dakota and I have been best friends since kindergarten, but we became even closer just a little over two weeks ago when we discovered that we were both gay. It was the damndest thing, but I'll get to all that in a moment.

My name is Cole Summers and I'm getting ready to turn sixteen on May the 6 th , less than a month from now. I'm five feet eleven inches tall and weigh about a hundred and forty pounds, and that's after a big meal. I have black hair and black eyes as well.

I'll be a junior in high school in August when school starts back up. I can't wait to get out of this place in just two more years. Don't get me wrong, Chouteau is a nice enough little town, I guess, but there's just nothing here. I mean, other than the annual July 4 th celebration, today's events are about the most exciting things to happen here. The local football team winning a game is always something that seems to get a lot of people excited, but really, I could give less than a shit about that, and neither can Dakota.

Dakota is the same height as me and probably weighs around the same, five pounds difference maybe at the most. He has brown hair and eyes. He's only two weeks younger than me and cute as hell. I've told him that and he seems to enjoy it when I tell him, and he says I'm cute as well, which I suppose I am, at least somewhat anyway.

The whole town has around fifteen hundred people living here, more or less, and has a convenience store and gas station on either end of town, three small restaurants and a grocery store, as well as a big farm equipment store, and of course, a big grain elevator. This is farm country after all. In fact, my parents are farmers. We own about a thousand acres southwest of town and a few hundred acres on the other side of the state line in Oklahoma.

We sit on the banks of the Neosho River, which attracts a lot of fishermen and campers. Chouteau is known as the Catfish Capital of Kansas and people come from all over the four-state area to fish. Hunting and fishing is not really my thing, but if you enjoy it, this is the place to come.


Okay, let's go back to the beginning of April and I'll try and explain all this.

I've always known that I was gay, even as far back as third or fourth grade. Well, I didn't really know that I was gay back then, only that I liked looking at other boys, but I always just assumed that all boys were like that. Turns out, that isn't really true, but who knew that at the time. I didn't even know what gay meant until I turned twelve and started hearing about sex and listening to the older boys talking about girls and what they wanted to do with them. I wasn't too thrilled with that thought, but I was only twelve, so what did I know. I also started hearing about boys that liked boys, but again, it really didn't mean all the much to me at the time. All I heard was that gays were supposed to be bad, and they were called all kinds of derogatory names.

Once I finally figured it all out I came to the conclusion that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. Chouteau seems to have more than it's share of out gay boys, so it must be something in the water. Not really, of course, it's just that our school and our little town is very tolerant and so more boys seem comfortable coming out. The more people that come out, the easier it is for others to come out and it just seems to snowball from there.

I've been told it wasn't always this way, as is normally the case in small town America, but over the last ten years or so a lot has happened to cause the majority of the people who live here to at least tolerate gays, even if they don't necessarily approve. There's even one business that flies the rainbow flag outside their store. I don't know if that means that the owner is gay or just supports gay people. It doesn't really matter I suppose, but it is nice to see. The one exception is one of the local churches who are always raising a big stink about one thing or another. Most everyone just talks about them and laughs. There's still the occasional gay bashing at school, but it generally just isn't tolerated and if anyone gets caught they are immediately sent to the office and usually end up with detention, or if it's really bad they may be expelled, but I've never personally heard of anyone actually getting expelled from school.

I'm sure other schools have roughly the same percentage of gays as we do, most of them are just not out. The fact that a number of the football players are out doesn't hurt matters, as much as it pains me to admit it.

As you've probably figure out by now, I'm not really into sports at all. Neither Dakota or I play any kind of sport and we both have zero interest. The only thing I like about sports is looking at the guys in their uniforms, especially the football players in their tight pants. Other than that, I could give less than a shit. That's blasphemy in small town America, but so be it.

I do run and exercise and even workout a little to keep in shape, at least somewhat, and farm work is as good as a workout any day, but I'll never be one of those big dumb jocks. They're nice eye candy, but that's all as far as I'm concerned. Dakota feels pretty much the same way. Well, as far as them being dumb jocks anyway, but not the eye candy part. Dakota is as straight as they come, unfortunately. I would never have a chance with him. Don't get me wrong, I'd jump on him in an instant if the opportunity ever presented itself. He doesn't even know I'm gay and I have no idea how he would react if he found out.

He's been going out with Monica for the last few months and as far as I know they seem to be a good couple. Dakota has never really said much about her and I've never asked. He's never once even claimed to have fucked her, unlike most of my other male classmates, most of whom are likely still virgins, despite their claims to the contrary.

It was the beginning of April and Dakota and I had just finished another exciting day of school. As usual, after school we went to either his house or mine. Today it was my house, about three miles outside of town. My mom, dad, my older sister Laura, my younger brother Patrick, and I live in a big two-story farm house that sits on about an acre of ground on the Kansas side of the state line, completely surrounded by fields on three sides and a cattle pasture behind the house and barn, with a hundred or so cattle. Depending on the season we either plant wheat, soybeans or corn. Right now, we are gearing up to harvest the winter wheat crop and soon after that will begin spring planting. Farm work is never ending although we do get the occasional break in between. I like farm work and will probably help my dad and grandpa out after I graduate and finish college, but I also want to see some of the world besides Kansas. There has to be more out there than this.

Dakota followed me in his car out to the house so we could help each with our homework. Not that either of us really needed help. Dakota is maybe the smartest kid in our class and I'm right there next to him. We mainly just like to hang out together.

I again wondered what Dakota would think if he found out I was gay. I really wasn't worried that he would react badly or anything but had just never really thought I needed to come out to him.

He was completely cool when Lucas and Trevor came out last fall. Talk about a cute couple. Jesus! A few weeks later Andrew and Tristan had come out as well. Andrew is cute as well, but Tristan… Tristan is kind of a freak show, to put it mildly. The boy has several piercings in his ears, in his nose, the corners of his mouth and one in his left eyebrow. I sometimes wonder what else the boy might have pierced that can't be seen. And you never know what color his hair is going to be on any given day. One day it might be completely black or have a red or blue streak through it and the next day he might be completely blond. I'm surprised the boy hasn't completely ruined and lost his hair from putting all those chemicals in it. The two of them are completely opposite and yet they seem to be a good couple. Tristan is cute, I guess, in a weird sort of way, but I don't think I would want to date him. I'd suck his dick or fuck him in an instant, but not date him.

But anyway, Dakota and I were sitting in my room and I had my computer turned on, listening to music and messing around like we always do, when I decided to go down to the kitchen to get something to drink.

"You want something to drink?" I asked as I stood up and walked to the door.

"Yeah, I'll take a Dr. Pepper or Pepsi," he said. "Whatever you're got is fine with me."

"Okay, I'll be back in a few minutes," I said.

I walked downstairs, said hello to my mom who had just gotten home. My mom helps my dad out on the farm whenever he needs it, and also orders and picks up parts as needed. She also keeps all the records and does most of the paperwork needed to run a successful business, which a farm is a business as much as it is a farm, and ours is big business, with probably a million dollars or more worth of land, equipment, crops and all the cattle we raise.

She can and does drive all the equipment we have, as do I, everything from tractors and combines to the big grain trucks. My sister helps out as well and Patrick is old enough to start learning to do everything as well. He'll turn fourteen in July. He already knows most everything he needs to know but it's a constant learning experience. Things are constantly evolving with farm work.

I stood and talked to mom for almost ten minutes before I opened the refrigerator and grabbed two cans of pop. I then walked back up the stairs and toward my room.

I thought I was going to have a heart attack when I opened the door and saw the naked boy on my compute screen. Dakota had discovered my folder with all the pictures of naked boys, probably two or three hundred, all in various poses, some solos and some with two or more guys sucking, fucking or doing other stuff.

"Oh, shit!" I said as soon as I saw what he was looking at.

"Oh, shit is right, Cole," Dakota said, a look of surprise on his face. He didn't seem to be upset, in fact he even had a little smile on his face. "So, I take it you must be gay, right?"

I could feel my face turning red from embarrassment, but I managed to say, "what gives you that idea, Dakota?"

"Oh, I don't know," he said. "Maybe all these hot boys you have on your computer. So, are you gay, Cole?"

"I guess there's no denying it now," I said. "Yes, I'm gay, Dakota. Does that bother you?"

"Why should it bother me, Cole?" he asked. "It's just one more thing we have in common."

"You're gay?" I asked, nearly dropping both cans of pop. "How come you never told me?"

"How come you never told me?" he asked in return.

"Good point," I said. "The truth is, I thought you might freak out on me. I guess I should have known better, and deep down I suppose I did."

"Fair enough," he said. "I would've told you about me, but truthfully, I didn't figure out I was gay until just recently."

"How could you not know something like that?" I asked.

"I just… I don't know… I never thought about it. Maybe I didn't want to think about it. I guess I didn't see it because I didn't want to, you know. I've always noticed other guys, but I just told myself I was comparing, sizing them up. I didn't know I had the hots for them."

"Are you sure you're gay, Dakota?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah! Especially after… well, I'll tell you about that later."

"Tell me now," I said.

"I fucked Ryan," he said.

"Who the hell is Ryan?" I asked.

"Oh, sorry, you don't know him. Ryan is my boyfriend. He goes to school over in Columbus."

"Boyfriend? I thought you were dating Monica? And how the hell did you find a boyfriend over in Columbus?"

"Monica and I are just friends. We've gone out a few times to movies and such, but only as friends. Monica actually likes pussy. She's a lesbian if you can believe that. She probably gets more pussy than all the guys that brag in the locker room. You know all those guys are probably still virgins."

"Most of them anyway," I said. "So, how did you end up meeting this Ryan, especially someone up in Columbus?"

"Monica actually introduced us about two weeks ago," he said. "He's her cousin."

"Is he cute?"

"Very cute," Dakota said. "And he has a nice body."

"Oh, wow!" I said. "And you said you've fucked him?"

"Just once," he answered. "We fucked each other actually. We've sucked each other off a few times as well."

"Oh, my god!" I said. "I so want to do that with someone. How is it?"

I could feel myself growing hard as Dakota and I sat there talking about sex with other boys.

"It's incredible!" he said. "It's ten times better than I had ever imagined it would be. You really need to try it, Cole."

"Believe me I want to."

I could see that Dakota was getting hard as well, and he made no effort to hide it. We both had to adjust ourselves. I felt like my dick was going to bust the zipper on my jeans I was so hard.

The two of us sat in silence for a couple of minutes. During that time, I looked at Dakota in a whole new way. My best friend was gay. I'd never suspected. Dakota was a handsome young man, and he definitely had a nice body. And I knew what he was packing. We had seen each other naked on many occasions, from sleepovers when we were younger to the locker room and showers at school.

Watching Dakota and knowing he liked guys took my excitement to new heights. I began to wonder if he would like to do something with me. What would happen if I tried something with him?

Dakota was sitting at my desk and I pulled up another chair and sat down beside him. He was looking really hot today and I was feeling horny as fuck, more horny than usual. I put my hand on his leg and looked into his eyes.

"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, the answer is no" he said.

"But why not?" I asked, probably sounding way too much like a child pouting. "I like dick, you like dick. We both have one and we're friends, so why can't we help each other out?"

"Because we're friends."

"Huh? That doesn't make any sense, Dakota."

"It makes a lot of sense. Look, if I said that I didn't find you attractive I'd be lying through my teeth. You're fucking hot, Cole. If I said I haven't thought about sex with you, that would be another lie. But I don't want things to change between us. I don't want to risk messing up our friendship. Sex changes things. I'm sure it would be beyond hot if we did it, but it wouldn't be worth it. Sooner or later, it would mess things up between us. I don't know how or when, and I don't know who would get hurt, but it would probably happen and it's not worth the risk. I'll level with you, Cole, you are one of the hottest guys I know, but I'd rather have you for a friend than as a lover. Besides, I already have a boyfriend."

I sat there silently for a moment and then looked Dakota in the eyes. "You know, I really hate it when you're right."

He laughed. "You really need it bad, don't you?"

"I think I could cream my jeans right now without even touching myself," I admitted.

"Well, then it shouldn't be too hard for you to solve the problem," he said, making a jerking motion with his hand.

"Yeah, but it's not the same!"

"You'll find someone, Cole. A good-looking guy like you shouldn't have to many problems."

I appreciated his compliment.

"Does Ryan have any friends who might be interested?" I asked.

"I don't know, but I'll ask him the next time I see him," he replied.

"You sure you don't want to…"

"Don't tempt me, Cole. I think we need to talk about something else. I'll be honest with you. I know what you want and I want it so bad myself I'm about ready to jump on you, but it would ruin us, Cole. I care about you too much to let that happen."

I nodded. It wasn't what I wanted to hear, but I knew deep down that he was right.

Dakota stood up and started getting ready to go home. "I'll talk to Ryan and see if he knows anyone, Cole. In the mean time you should continue looking around our school. There's bound to be at least one other gay boy here in Chouteau. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Dakota left me alone in my room. I was frustrated and a bit upset, frustrated because I really wanted to do it with him and upset because I wasn't getting what I wanted. I knew I shouldn't have asked again after he turned me down, especially when his reason for not messing around with me made such sense. I didn't want to mess up our friendship either. On the other hand, I needed sex bad. Dakota was gay and he would enjoy it as much as me. Why shouldn't friends be able to do it with each other? That argument made sense, too, although maybe not as much sense as Dakota's. Hell, he was right. I knew it. I was just thinking with my dick. I'd have to knock that shit off around Dakota. He'd been patient with me, but he'd also drawn a line. As his friend I shouldn't try to cross it.

I needed some relief before I popped. I quickly walked over, closed and locked my door and walked over to my bed. I quickly pulled my jeans off, and then my shirt and boxers, before flopping down on my bed. I was so horny after talking with Dakota that I lasted about two minutes before I cleaned up, got dressed and went back downstairs.

Later that night as I lay in the darkened privacy of my bedroom, I imagined my fingers brushing dark nipples, exciting them to rigid points, the moving downward to wrap around a cock that was long and hard, in proportion with Dakota's body. It would fit so well into my hand or mouth.

In my fantasy, I took that hard length between my lips, trying to imagine what it would be like to bury my nose in his wiry pubic hair and inhale deeply his musky male scent.

I paused to remove my annoying boxers, then returned my hand to my hard flesh, stroking rhythmically, while I mentally licked and sucked my lover. Up and down my hand moved faster and tighter, my breathing quick, harsh pants. My other hand reached beneath my balls, applying pressure to just the right spot. "Dakota!" I moaned as muscles clenched, held, and then released, milky semen splattering my chest and stomach. Still gripping my cock, I collapsed back on the bed, panting.

When I finally came down from my orgasmic high, I rose from my bed, found my boxers, cleaned myself up and fell back onto my bed. I lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, my mind drifting back to earlier today when Dakota and I had come out to each other. I finally rolled over and fell asleep, dreaming of Dakota and just boys in general.


The next morning, which was Friday, Dakota came up to me as soon as Patrick and I arrived at school. Patrick said hi and left to go to class. He's in the eighth grade and will graduate in May and start high school in August.

"You doing anything after school?" he asked.

"I may have to help dad out a little," I said. "Why, you got something in mind?"

Things are slow around the farm right now, but I expect things will start picking up here in the next two or three weeks as we start planting corn.

"Ryan is coming over later and I want to introduce you guys," he said. "We're going out tonight, to a movie or something."

Damn, I really wanted to meet Ryan. Dad's not too strict as far as me working. He thinks I should enjoy high school as much as possible, because as he says, I'll be working the rest of my life once I graduate, so I should have fun now.

"Is he coming to your house?" I asked.

"We're going to meet at the Hornet's Nest and eat, then we'll probably go to Joplin from there. Normally I would just meet him over there, but I wanted to introduce you so he's coming here first.

"Cool," I said. "Did you remember to ask him if he happened to know anyone else?"

"I did," Dakota replied. "He said he'd keep his eyes and ears open and let me know. You can ask him yourself later."

We continued talking as we headed toward our first class. My first class of the day was English, which was taught by Ms. Brown, or 'Battleship Brown', as she was known by the students. She was every bit of three hundred pounds and had been teaching forever. Even mom and dad remembered having her as their teacher, and they graduated almost twenty years ago.

I suppose leaning proper English is good, but I just don't see the point in having to learn all the different parts of a sentence and all that other crap. Maybe one day it will be useful, but I don't really see how. But… oh well.

Classes always seem like they just drag, but today being Friday, they just seemed even slower than usual. Part of that was probably because I was anticipating meeting Dakota's boyfriend this evening.

Lunch finally arrived and Dakota and I met up, got our food, such as it was, and sat down at our usual table with all our friends. I took another look at Monica as I sat there. I was seeing her in a whole new light now that I new her secret. Her and Teresa were always together it seemed. I had never really paid any attention before, but I started to wonder if Teresa was Monica's girlfriend.

Monica is a very beautiful girl, with brown hair which she wears down to her shoulders, along with hazel colored eyes behind a pair of glasses. Teresa was also a beautiful girl with red hair and dark colored eyes. They both had nice bodies, I suppose, with normal size tits and all that, not that I care about that sort of thing. I could understand why a straight boy would be interested in them. I would be if I liked girls.

Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I can't appreciate a beautiful girl when I see one.

After we were finished eating, Dakota looked over at Monica and asked, "can I talk to you and Teresa for a minute?"

The three of them stood up and he motioned for me to come as well. The four of us quickly dumped our trays and walked out into the hallway so we could be alone.

"I just wanted to let you two know that Cole knows all about me," he said when Monica started to ask what was up. "Not only does he know that I'm gay but I found out that he's gay as well."

"I knew it!" Teresa said, looking at Monica and smiling.

"I guess you were right," Monica told her.

"And I also told him about you, Monica," Dakota said.

"Okay," Monica said, slowly. "What else did you tell him, Dakota?" she looked over at Teresa for a second, and Teresa slowly nodded her head. "Did he also tell you that Teresa is my girlfriend?"

"No, he didn't tell me that," I replied, "but I sort of figured it out while we were sitting there eating."

"And I also told him how you set me up with Ryan," Dakota continued. "Now Cole is looking for a boyfriend as well. Do either of you happen to know anyone who might be interested?"

Teresa thought about it for several seconds before saying, "maybe, but I'll have to check it out first. I'll let you know."

Monica didn't know anyone, but she also said that she'd keep her eyes and ears open for any possibilities.

The four of us continued talking for a few more minutes before the bell signaling the end of lunch finally rang. We all turned and walked toward our next class, which for Dakota and me was gym.

I know I said I don't really care for sports all that much, but I'm not a total dork when it comes to gym class either. It can actually be fun at times, depending on what we happen to be doing that day. Some days we may play dodge ball, or basketball, or maybe we'll just run laps, and other days we may play volleyball.

The best part of gym class, as you might guess for a gay boy, is when we dress out at the beginning of class and then when everyone showers at the end before our next class. I know you understand what I'm talking about so I won't go into detail. Let's just say all those naked and semi naked boys has an effect on me and leave it at that. Most of the boys in my class would give their left nut to be able to be in the girl's locker room and see all that pussy, and it's the same for gay boys seeing all that swinging dick, only we can actually be in the locker room. Very hot, but very frustrating at the same time. Jesus, I need to get a fucking boyfriend!

Finally, at three o'clock, the bell rang, signaling the end of another school day and the start of the weekend. Dakota caught up with me, told me he would meet me as six at the Hornet's Nest , and then took off.

A few minutes later Patrick walked up and got into the truck. He will be getting his driver's license this summer so I shouldn't have to be driving him much longer. He's been driving for the last couple of years around the farm but now he will be completely legal. Patrick can be annoying at times but he's a good brother for the most part so I don't mind.

Today he started rattling about Casey a girl he's interested in. My little brother talking about girls. He is almost fourteen after all so I guess I shouldn't be to surprised.

"I think I'm gonna ask Casey out," he said as we drove home. "She's really hot!"

"Yes, she is," I agreed. "I think you should go out with her. You can take her to the Hornet's Nest or maybe the Buckboard ."

"I wish I could take her to Joplin to see a movie," he said. "I can't wait to get my driver's license this summer."

"That will be nice," I told him. "You have no idea how much freedom you'll have when you can drive yourself rather than depend on someone taking you."

"I know. I can hardly wait."

"If she does agree to go out with you, and you want me to take you two over to Joplin and drop you off, all you have to do is ask," I told him.

"Maybe I will," he asked. "Thanks. I'd like to kiss her and make out as well. And feel her up or something. Have you seen her tits? Man, I'd like to…"

"I get the picture, Patrick," I said. "You want to fuck her, right?"

"Well, yeah," he said. "Duh. Of course, I want to do that, but I know it's probably not going to happen, at least not right away."

"Just be careful, little brother," I told him. "When the time comes make sure you use protection. You do not want to get this girl pregnant. Mom and dad would have a cow."

"Don't worry, Cole," he said. "I know all about that shit. That's the last thing I want to happen."

"I'm glad to hear that," I said.

"So, what about you and Dakota?" he finally asked. "Are you two doing it?"

I almost ran into the ditch when he asked me that. Did he know about me? He must. I quickly steered the car back to the center of the road and looked over at him. He had a big shit eating grin on his face.

"Doing what?" I asked.

"Do I need to say it, Cole?" he said. "Are you two fucking? He is your boyfriend, isn't he?"

"No, he isn't my boyfriend, just my best friend," I told him. "What makes you think I'm gay?"

"Oh, come on, Cole," he said. "I'm not blind and I'm not stupid. I've seen the way you look at him and the way you look at other guys at school, or guys you see on TV. I've seen the way he looks at you sometimes. I can tell. It's no big deal."

"So, you're okay with me being gay?" I asked.

"What the fuck do I care?" he said. "You are what you are. Just don't try any of that gay shit with me. I like girls. Boy, do I like girls!" He laughed. "So, you and Dakota are just friends?"

"Yeah, just friends," I said. "Not that I don't want to do it with him, but it would be to weird. Besides, he has a boyfriend."

"Really? Who is it? Anyone I know?"

"No, no one you know," I said. "I don't even know him. He goes to school up in Columbus. But I'm supposed to meet him tonight at the Hornet's Nest ."

"So, who are you interested in then?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm interested in a lot of guys," I said. "But I don't know any at our school that are gay. Well, I know four guys, but they're already taken. But I don't know any other gay boys."

"There's bound to be one or two more," Patrick said. "I know someone in my class who might be interested in dating an older man." He laughed again. "Maybe I can set you two up."

"Thanks, but no thanks," I said. "I'm not interested in dating some little junior high boy. I'd feel like a pervert or something."

"He's only two years younger than you, Cole," Patrick said. "It's not like he's some little grade school kid."

"Yeah, you're right, but still I'd feel weird. I'll keep him in mind, though. Who is he?"

"It's my friend Brian," he said. "I'm not completely certain that he's gay, but I think he might be. But don't say anything about him, please."

"Don't worry. His secret is safe with me. He should feel free to come out or not come out on his own. We don't know his situation at home. It might not be completely safe."

"I hadn't thought about that," Patrick said, "but I guess you're probably right."

We finally arrived at home and the two of us ran up to our rooms to change out of our school clothes. Laura had already gotten home and was getting ready to head outside.

Dad was out at the equipment shed working on one of the tractors, getting ready to start spring planting corn and soybeans, probably next week if the weather is decent. Sometimes it rains to much and other times not enough but there's nothing that can be done about that.

There is always something to do on a farm, either getting the equipment in working order, spring harvest and planting, fall harvest and then planting winter wheat for harvest in the spring. It was an endless cycle. My family has been farming in Kansas since before the civil war and Patrick and I will likely continue the tradition, just like our father and grandfather had. Grandpa was still active in farming as well, and probably will be until he passes on. He's only in his early sixties so he has a lot of years left hopefully. I plan on going to Kansas State University up in Manhattan once I graduate from high school in two years. I'll probably major in agriculture and business. After that I will likely come right back home and farm alongside my father and grandfather.

Or, I might end up doing some time in the military after I graduate college, before coming back home. Dad spent six years in the navy and is always telling me how great it was, and he's told me I should at least consider it. He was an enlisted man but he wants me to be an officer. Who knows what I'll do, but I have to start making decisions soon.

The air conditioner was out on one of the tractors and dad was trying to get it fixed before we started needing it. It's already starting to get warm and it's only the middle of April. Anyone who's ever spent a summer in Kansas knows that it gets hot as hell and you need that AC unit to be working when you're out in the field.

Grandpa just laughs and calls us a bunch of pussies when we talk about things like that. He always says that back in his day they didn't have AC or any of the modern conveniences and they just had to tough it out. The funny thing is, you never see him opening the windows when he's driving any of the equipment, he likes all the modern stuff as well as we do. He'll just never admit it. We always tease him back and say back in the day when they used horse drawn plows. We all get a good laugh at that.

We finally got the damn thing working around five. Mom was probably in the house fixing supper. In our house mom does most of the cooking, but the men also know how to fix meals. Even Patrick pretty much knows his way around the kitchen. It's important to know these things because most women nowadays are not going to do all that, especially if they work a full-time job. Plus, in my case there won't be any women around so I have to know how to do all that normal household stuff.

We usually eat around six and a lot of nights dad will be right back out working. Patrick and I helped him out in the evenings occasionally, but dad always preferred that we stay in the house and study. He thought that was more important.

"I'm supposed to meet Dakota around six at the Hornet's Nest , dad," I told him. "Is that okay with you?"

"Sure," he said. "You guys got a hot date?" He laughed.

I looked at him, stunned, my mouth dropping open. "Why would you say that, dad?" I asked.

"I know, Cole," he told me. "Me and your mother know that you're gay. We've known for several months, or at least suspected you might be."

"And you're okay with that?" I asked. "You don't mind having a gay son?"

"Well, I must admit I would probably prefer that you liked girls," he said. "I was a little upset at first, but there's nothing I can do to change how you are. I don't think I would, even if I could. You are what you are, Cole. It doesn't mean that I love you any less or that your mother doesn't love you. You're our son. We'll always love you."

"Thanks, dad," I said, then I leaned over and gave him a hug. "But Dakota and I aren't dating or anything like that. We're just friends. But he is going to introduce me to his boyfriend, some kid from Columbus. How did you know?"

"You seem to forget, son, that I was a fifteen-year-old boy at one time, many, many years ago. When I was your age all I could think about was girls. I wanted to fuck every girl in school, and I did a couple of them. Your mother doesn't need to know that, though."

"Don't worry, dad," I said, smiling. "I won't say a thing. But what made you think that I might be gay?"

"Like I said, son, I was your age once and I was always horny," he said. "And you've just never seemed like you were interested in girls. A boy your age is always thinking about girls. Well, most boys anyway. Even your brother is starting to notice girls, as you no doubt have noticed."

"Yeah, I've noticed," I told him. "He talks about them all the time, but I'm not going to embarrass him by telling you what he says and thinks."

"I already know what he says, and how he thinks," dad said. "He probably talks the same way as most boys that age talk, the same way me and my friends talked when we were in high school. Every boy had lost his virginity by the time he was fourteen. I suppose it's probably the same with guys now days. I just hope he uses some common sense when it comes to that. I'm not ready to be a grandfather just yet."

"Don't worry, dad," I said. "I already told him about that. And you're absolutely right, there isn't a virgin in my class. But I don't have to tell you that they're all full of crap."

We both laughed at that.

"Thanks, son," he said. "But what about you? Do you have a boyfriend yet? I thought you and Dakota might be together, but I guess I was wrong."

"I just found out about Dakota earlier this week," I told him. "I tried, but he refused. Said he didn't want to date his best friend. I was disappointed at first, but what he said makes sense. One of us was bound to get hurt and our friendship is more important. Besides, he already has a boyfriend."

"He's right, you know. You're better off not dating or doing anything else for that matter. You'll find someone soon, hopefully."

"Thanks, dad."

"You're welcome, son," he said. "I don't really understand this but if you ever need any advice I'll try to help, as much as I can anyway."

"Thanks," I said again.

How weird is this conversation, I thought? I never imagined that I would be standing here talking to my dad about finding a boyfriend. He seems fine with the whole thing and mom must be as well, but still. Holy sheep shit!

"You better go get cleaned up if you're going to meet Dakota," dad said. "It's almost five thirty now."

I looked at my watch. "Damn," I said. "I didn't realize it was that late already. I guess I better go. Thanks again for understanding, dad."

I hugged him again.

"You're welcome, son," he said. "What kind of father, what kind of man would I be if I couldn't support my own son. You guys have fun tonight."

"We will, dad," I said. "Dakota and Ryan are probably going over to Joplin so I'll be home early. I'll call if anything changes."

"Okay, son."

I turned around and ran back toward the house so I could grab a quick shower and put on some nice clothes. I was out the door and driving toward town twenty minutes later.


I arrived at the Hornet's Nest about three minutes late. Dakota and Ryan were already there waiting for me. I walked over and sat down next to Dakota.

"There you are," Dakota said, smiling. "I though maybe you weren't going to make it."

"Sorry I'm late," I said. "I'll tell you what happened later."

"Okay," Dakota said. "Cole, this is my boyfriend Ryan. Ryan, this is my best friend, Cole."

"Hey, Cole," Ryan said. "It's nice to finally meet you. Dakota has told me about you."

"I hope it was all good," I joked. "It's nice to finally meet you as well."

He looked over at Dakota and laughed. "Mostly good," he said.

He then reached his hand across the table to shake. I shook his hand and then sat back."

"Now that we're all here, maybe we can order," Dakota said. "I'm starving."

The three of us stood up and went up to the counter to place our order. The Hornet's Nest is mainly hamburgers or other sandwiches and fries or onion rings, although they do have a limited selection of other food. And of course, they have ice cream.

After we ordered our food the three of us walked back over to our booth to wait for our order. Unlike McDonalds or Burger King or places like that, the food here isn't cooked until you actually order so it takes about ten to fifteen minutes before it's ready. In the meantime, we just sat and talked.

"So, Dakota tells me you're gay as well, Cole," Ryan said. "I guess he found out earlier this week."

"Yeah, I am," I said. "He found out about me when he found some pictures on my computer. I had no idea about him, though, until he told me. But I'm glad we know about each other now. Now we can talk about boys and neither of us has to worry about the other getting pissed off."

"Yeah, that's nice," Ryan said. "I like talking about boys as well." He looked over at Dakota. "He told me about you, but he failed to mention how really cute you are. He said you were nice looking, but you're more than nice looking."

"Thanks, Ryan," I said. "He said the same about you. You're a lot cuter then he let on."

It was true. Ryan was very cute. Not absolutely drop dead gorgeous like some guys, but still very nice. I definitely wouldn't turn him down if the opportunity ever came up. Ryan was maybe an inch shorter then my five feet eleven inches, with blond, almost brown hair which he wore just over his ears, but not long enough to reach his shirt collar. He looked like he was in reasonably decent shape, but not really muscular like some of the jocks at school. He had kind of blue green eyes behind a pair of metal rimmed glasses, which just enhanced his face, in my opinion. I've always liked guys in glasses for some reason. I just think they look sexy for some reason.

"He also tells me that you're looking for a boyfriend," Ryan continued.

"That's right," I said. "You know anyone?"

He thought for a second before answering. "I might," he said. "Columbus High School is not nearly as supportive as Chouteau seems to be so there's only maybe a half a dozen guys that are out, although there are others who everyone thinks are probably gay. And Columbus has about three times the number of students as Chouteau so there have to be several more. But yeah, I may know someone. I'm not even out myself at school, although a couple of my friends know, and my parents know as well. They're completely supportive."

"Yeah, my parents apparently figured me out," I told them. "Dad just straight up asked me if Dakota and I had a hot date when I told him I was meeting him here."

"Really?" Dakota asked.

"Oh yeah," I said. "But he was cool with the whole thing. I guess him and mom figured it out a few months back. They just never said anything to me. And my little brother Patrick figured it out as well." I looked over at Dakota. "Am I that obvious?"

"Not really," Dakota said. "You're not all girly or any of that shit. Most people wouldn't know unless they knew what to look for. I guess it just takes one to know one. That's called gaydar I think."

"Yeah, I've heard of that," Ryan said.

"I have too," I said, "but mine must be broken or something. I really had no idea about you Dakota until you told me."

"I wasn't sure about you either, Cole," Dakota said. "I kind of wondered a few times but I was never really certain until I found those pictures."

Just then the waitress brought our food over to the table. We each grabbed our order and chowed down. The Hornet's Nest makes good hamburgers and I had ordered the biggest one they had, along with a large order of fries and a Dr. Pepper to drink.

The three of us continued talking while we ate. I really liked Ryan and I was glad him and Dakota were dating. I just hope I can find me a boyfriend here soon.

We finished eating our hamburgers and decided to order some ice cream as well. We each ordered what's called a 'frosty sting', which is just vanilla ice cream with different stuff, such as Oreo cookies, snickers bars, M&M's or various other candy mixed together. I always liked the Oreo cookies myself.

We finished our ice cream and got up, paid our bill and got ready to leave. Dakota and Ryan walked toward the door, before they both turned and looked at me.

"You want to come with us, Cole?" Ryan asked. "We're going to go see that movie Love Simon . I think it should be pretty good."

That movie did look like it would be pretty good and the main character was gay. And he was cute which is always a plus. I wanted to go see it, but I didn't want to intrude on their date.

"No, you guys go ahead," I said. "I don't want to be a third wheel."

"You won't be," Dakota said. "Come on and go with us."

"Yeah, you're more than welcome," Ryan said.

"If you're sure you don't mind," I said.

"No, you're okay," they both said. "Come on, let's go."

"Okay," I said.

The three of us walked out to Dakota's car and he tossed me the keys.

"You drive," he said. "Ryan and I are going to sit in the back and…" He just laughed. "… and just talk."

"Yeah, right," I laughed.

I then pulled out my phone and called home. When my mom answered I told her I was going to Joplin with Dakota and Ryan.

"Just be home by midnight, dear," mom said. "And have fun."

"I will."


I tried not to look, I swear, but I just couldn't help myself. We hadn't even crossed the river yet when Dakota and Ryan started making out in the back seat. I almost ran off the road when I noticed that Dakota had his hand in Ryan's jeans. I could feel my own cock growing so hard that I thought my zipper was going to break under the strain. I tried to adjust myself, which wasn't easy driving sixty-five miles an hour down the highway.

By the time we reached Melrose I noticed that both boys had their pants open and their dicks were out. I heard a couple of low moans and looked in the mirror again. They were both jerking each other off. I couldn't control it, I adjusted the mirror so I could watch and also slowed down considerably so I didn't end up in the ditch.

They both looked up and say me watching but rather then getting pissed off they just smiled and then continued. They couldn't very well expect me not to watch after all. It was hotter than any porn video I've ever seen because it was live right in front of me.

A few minutes later I heard a loud moan and saw that Ryan was shooting his load all over himself and Dakota's hand, and it wasn't more than ten seconds before Dakota did the same to Ryan. Then, before I even noticed what was happening, I shot my own load in my pants. I didn't really want to go to a movie with my boxers full of cum so I ended up pulling onto a side road so I could clean up, at least somewhat.

Dakota always keeps a bunch of napkins in his car so I reached over and tossed a handful back to them and grabbed some for myself. I then got out of the car, dropped my jeans and proceeded to clean myself up as best I could. The other two did the same.

I've seen Dakota's cock on many occasions, of course, but this was the first time I'd ever seen Ryan's. He was probably about average for a boy our age, maybe five inches or so. Nice size, but nothing really big. I was ready to drop to my knees at this point as they neither one seemed to mind as I openly stared at them. Ryan even turned around and showed me his butt. He showed me his so it's only fair that I showed him mine. I not only turned around but also bent over so he could get a good look.

I swear to god it was all I could do to keep myself from reaching out and touching both of them, but I managed to control myself.

No one had said anything up to this point, but I finally had to say something.

"Jesus, that was hot, guys!" I said. "My own private porn video."

"You liked it, huh?" said Ryan.

"Fuck yeah," I practically shouted. "I loved it. You guys have no idea how bad I want to drop to my knees right now. I've got to find myself a fucking boyfriend soon or I'm gonna go crazy."

"You will, Cole," Dakota said. "You'll find someone. But until you do, if you want to practice with us all you have to do is say so."

"If you insist," I said, before quickly dropping to my knees and taking both boys cocks in my hand, jerking them. It wasn't long before both of them were standing in front of me and I was going back and forth, sucking first Dakota and then Ryan. I must have sucked their cocks for thirty minutes or more before finally being rewarded with two loads of cum being shot into my mouth and on my face. I swallowed as much as I could but since this was my first time ever I struggled with it.

As soon as they managed to calm down, both boys dropped to their knees and went to work on me. I lasted for maybe ten minutes before I shot my own load in both their mouths, first Ryan's and then Dakota's.

Finally, after like an hour we finally calmed down enough and I said, "now, do you guys still want to go to this movie or should I turn around and go back home so you two can go somewhere private?"

"We're good now," Dakota said. "I've just always wanted to make out in the backseat of my car and now I have."

"Yeah," Ryan said. "But next time I want to do more than just jerk each other off. I want to suck some dick and even fuck."

"We will," Dakota said. "I promise, we will. But let's go on to Joplin."

They both looked at me and giggled.

"Don't worry, Cole," Ryan said. "We won't torture you any more tonight, I promise."

"Don't worry about me," I told them. "I enjoyed the show, even if I did almost run into the ditch a couple of times. Can you imagine what the highway patrol officer would say if they saw two boys in the back with their pants down when they investigate the accident?"

We all three had to laugh at that.

"And I really, really loved what we did afterward when I finally pulled off the road. That was my first time ever, and I have to tell you it was ten times hotter than I ever imagined it would be. Thanks for allowing me to do all that with you guys."

"You're welcome," Ryan said. "I've always wanted to have a three-way, and now I can say I have."

"Yeah, you're welcome," Dakota said as well. "We'll have to do it again soon. Only next time, maybe we can do more than just suck each other's dicks."

"Anytime guys, anytime," I said.

Suddenly my eyes opened wide and I felt a wet stickiness in my boxers. I sat up quickly and realized that I was at home, in my bed. I looked over at the alarm clock and saw that it was after one in the morning. It had all been an incredibly hot dream. My biggest fantasy ever but it was all a dream.

Okay, in reality, the three of us drove to Joplin and nothing happened. While Dakota and Ryan did sit in the back, the only thing they did was kiss a couple of times and hold hands while we talked.

We arrived in Joplin and stopped at a convenience store to get ourselves some candy and a bottle of soda each. I refuse to pay those ridiculous movie theater prices for a tub of popcorn or soda. Dakota and I always just sneak something in in our pants pockets or coat pockets. The management knows that people do it, and the kids taking the tickets probably don't give a shit, so it's not hard.

After the movie was over we stopped at Taco Bell to get something to eat before heading back home. Dakota and Ryan continued to sit in the back and gave each other the occasional kiss, but that was it. The three of us had enjoyed the movie but I knew they probably wanted some alone time so I drove faster so we could get home sooner. About an hour later we arrived back in Chouteau where I picked up my truck right where I had left it at the Hornet's Nest . I told both guys good night and drove home. I was in desperate need to relieve some pressure, if you know what I mean. After I finished, I rolled over and fell asleep, dreaming about boys and finding myself a boyfriend.


So, I sat in the park with Dakota, thinking about what might happen later. Dakota had told me the following week that he may have found someone for me to date, but he wouldn't give me any details. The sorry motherfucker.

After we had been waiting for maybe twenty minutes, Dakota stood up and started walking across the part toward the street.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I see Ryan over there, so I'm going to go meet him. We'll be back in a few minutes."

"What about this guy you said you were going to introduce me to?" I asked. "Have you seen him yet?"

"Not yet," he said, "but I'll keep my eyes open."

With that, he walked away. About five minutes later both Dakota and Ryan returned and they had a third boy with them. A very nice-looking boy with blond hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. Jesus! I thought, this boy looks like he just stepped off a plane from Sweden or one of those other Scandinavian countries. He was really cute, in my opinion. I stood up as the three of them walked up to me.

"Cole, this is Jeffrey, the boy I told you about," Dakota said. "Jeff, this is Cole."

"It's nice to finally meet you, Cole," Jeff said, extending his hand to me. "Ryan has told me about you."

I reached out to shake his hand. "It's nice to meet you as well, Jeff," I said. "Dakota hasn't really told me anything about you. The bitch!"

The four of us laughed at that.

"I didn't really know anything to tell you," Dakota said. "I just met him myself about ten minutes ago."

"That's my fault," said Ryan. "I just told Dakota that I knew someone, but I didn't give him a whole lot of information."

"He did tell me that you were cute, however," Jeff said. "I like those shorts you're wearing."

"Thanks," I said.

I was wearing a pair of short white gym shorts with a black stripe running up the sides and a white polo type shirt with a stripe around the collar and around the bottom. I can't believe I actually had the nerve to wear something like this in public. No one had actually said anything to me or Dakota but I noticed a few strange looks from people.

"And I like your shorts as well," Ryan said to Dakota. "But those socks need to go. Why the hell are you wearing those things anyway?"

Dakota was wearing a similar pair of short shorts, only his were light blue, slit at the sides with a white stripe. He was also wearing a blue printed t-shirt and a pair of ugly white sock with green stripes that ran half way up his legs. The socks looked totally ridiculous, but otherwise he was looking rather hot, as usual.

"I don't know," was all Dakota said. What else could he say.

Both Ryan and Jeff were wearing regular jean shorts and t-shirts. They were both looking hot however, especially Jeff.

The four of us sat at the table and ate hamburgers and hot dogs and drank a can of soda as we got to know each other.

"So, you go to Columbus High School as well?" I asked Jeff.

"Yeah," he answered. "I'm a sophomore. I've known Ryan since we were in grade school."

"We were friendly, but never really friends," said Ryan.

"So, how did you figure out that Jeff might be gay?" I asked.

"He asked me out on a date about two weeks ago," Ryan answered. "He was rather disappointed when I told him I already had a boyfriend."

"I was a little upset as well," Jeff said. "It took me forever to even work up the courage to ask him out, only to find out he was already taken."

"I would have dated you in a second, Jeff," Ryan said, "if I wasn't already going with Dakota."

"You could have fucked around with Jeff and I would never have even known," said Dakota.

"I could have," admitted Ryan. "Believe me, I was tempted, but I'm not that kind of guy, Dakota. I won't mess around with another guy unless you were there as well. I'd do a three-way or even a four way in a second with all of you, but I won't cheat on you."

Damn, that sounds hot, I thought to myself. I'd do it with all three of them in a heartbeat. I barely even knew Ryan and Jeff but I'm tempted to take them somewhere and go at it. Does that make me a slut? Maybe, but I don't give a shit. I'm a horny teenage boy.

We sat there and talked for several more minutes before I finally stood up, looked over at Jeff and asked, "do you want to go for a walk or something, just the two of us?"

"Sure," Jeff said, standing up.

"We'll be back in a little while," I told Dakota and Ryan.

"Just take your time," Ryan said. "We may not even be here when you get back."

I thought about grabbing Jeff's hand as we walked, but I barely even knew him. Hopefully that and more would come later. We walked across the park and over to the river where we stood and talked.

"I really like you, Cole," Jeff said.

"I really like you as well," I said in return. "Would you like to go out and do something later?"

"I'd love to," he said. "Maybe we can go later tonight."

"That sounds like fun," I said. "I take it you rode over here with Ryan today?"

"Yes."

"That's okay," I told him. "I can take you home later if I need to, or maybe the four of us can go do something together."

"I'd rather it be just the two of us tonight," Jeff said. "I want to get to know you a little better."

That sounds fun to me, I thought. "I want to get to know you better as well, Jeff."

We started walking again, this time walking across the bridge to the other side of the river, away from the crowd. We eventually made our way into a stand of trees where no one could see us.

I don't know what suddenly came over me, but I reached out, put my hand behind Jeff's head and pulled him in for a kiss. My heart was hammering in my chest as I tilted my head and sealed our lips together. I knew I had reached the point of no return, but I just didn't give a shit at that moment. It was exciting beyond my wildest dreams. When a low moan escaped I wondered who'd made it, then decided it didn't matter. Jeff's body was rigid and unyielding for a moment, then he relaxed with a sigh.

It was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to me. It was like rockets were going off. My first kiss ever with another boy. Jeff quickly grabbed me and the two of us stood there making out for I don't know how long. We completely lost track of time but who the hell cares.

I had no doubt that Jeff could feel my hard dick through my shorts. I could certainly feel his and I so wanted to reach out and touch him. So, that's what I did. I reached my hand down and started rubbing the front of his shorts. This only seemed to make him grow even harder, and me as well. Jeff started rubbing me as well and before I knew it he had reached up through the leg opening and stated rubbing me through my boxers.

Then, when his fingers found my bare cock and he touched it, I couldn't take it anymore. I shot the biggest, most intense load of cum I had ever shot in my life. I could feel my cum shooting all over Jeff's hand and running down my shaft and onto my balls, but I didn't even care at that moment. I had never even imagined that something like this could feel so amazing.

I got a similar response out of Jeff. The two of us looked t each other and started laughing.

"Wow!" was all he said.

"Wow is right!" I said. "That was hot, but I think we better cool it for now, but I definitely plan on doing that again."

"That, and more," he said. "But maybe we can kiss some more."

"That sounds like fun," I said, then leaned over and kissed him again. I was right, it was fun.

Before either of us knew it, an hour had passed. Dakota and Ryan are probably wondering where we're at, if they even care. They have probably figured it out and may even be doing the same thing themselves.

Jeff and I started walking back toward the other side of the river and soon caught up with the other two, but not before running into my little brother. He noticed right away that something was up between us.

After I had introduced Patrick to Jeff, the first thing out of his mouth was, "so, is Jeff your boyfriend?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Maybe," I told him. "We just met earlier this afternoon so we're just getting to know each other first. We'll see how things work out."

"Its about damn time," Patrick said. "So, even if the two of you aren't boyfriends yet, are you at least gonna fuck?"

"You little shit," I said to him. "That's none of your business."

Jeff and I just looked at each other and then we both burst into laughter. We couldn't help ourselves. Patrick sure had a way of coming straight to the point.

"I hope we do," Jeff said. "The sooner the better."

That sounds promising, I thought.

"Yes, we are," I told Patrick. "Why, you want to watch? Or maybe I can just give you all the juicy details afterward."

"Oh, hell no," Patrick said. "That's gross. I don't want to see two guys going at it. Now if it was two girls, yeah, I'd love to watch, or better yet, join in."

"Like that's going to happen," I said.

"Probably not, but a guy can fantasize can't he," Patrick said.

The three of us laughed at that, and then Jeff and I left Patrick and continued walking through the park, seeing if Dakota and Ryan were anywhere to be found. We soon caught up with them.

"I know I'm going to regret asking you this, but where did you two disappear to?" Ryan asked.

"Foolish question," Jeff answered. The two of us looked at each other and started giggling. "Where do you think we went?"

We both leaned toward each other and kissed.

"We went out in the woods and fucked," I said, smiling.

"Really?" Ryan asked.

"No, silly!" I said. "We talked and made out, and talked some more, then made out again."

"But we wanna fuck," Jeff said.

All of us laughed at that.

"Ryan and I were talking and we thought we might go over to Joplin and see a movie or something," Dakota said. "You two want to come with us?"

"We thought about that," I said. "But we decided we wanted to go by ourselves. I hope you understand."

"We understand completely," Dakota said. "I'd probably want to do the same if I had just met Ryan."

"You'll have to take Jeff home afterward," Ryan said. "And don't do anything that we wouldn't do."

"We intend to do exactly what you two would do," Jeff said.

"Oh, you're going to go to the library and read?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, that's exactly what we're gonna do," I said.

The four of us laughed again. We sat there and talked for several more minutes before Jeff and I stood up to leave.

"I think I need to go home and put on some different clothes," I said. "You can come with me, Jeff, if you want. I can introduce you to mom and dad, assuming they're home."

"I saw your mom and dad over by the river," Dakota said. "And Patrick is around here somewhere as well."

"Yeah, we ran into Patrick a few minutes ago," Jeff said. "That boy is crazy, but kind of cute, but his brother is way cuter."

"Damn, that's fucked up," I said. "That's my brother you're talking about. But I agree, his brother is cuter."

We quickly explained what Patrick had said and the four of us laughed again. I was really having fun today and hopefully I would be having even more fun in the near future, but only with Jeff.

I looked at Jeff and said, "let's go find mom and dad. I'll introduce you and I'll let them know that we're going out. Then, we can go home and I'll change."

We found mom and dad about five minutes later. We walked up to them and I said, "mom, dad, this is Jeff. Jeff, this is my mother and father."

Jeff held out his hand for my mother and she took it. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Summers," he said. He then looked over at dad and extended his hand. "And it's nice to meet you, sir."

They both shook Jeff's hand and them mom said, "its nice to meet you as well, Jeff. Where did you two meet? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before."

"No, ma'am," Jeff said. "I go to school over in Columbus. Dakota and Ryan introduced us."

"So, are you two…?" dad asked.

"We just met, dad," I said. "We're gonna go out tonight and get to know each other better, if that's okay with you. We'll see what happens after that."

Dad glanced over at mom and then said, "that's fine son. You two have fun. Just don't get home too awful late."

That was one of the benefits of being responsible and mature for my age. My parents gave me a great deal of freedom because they were convinced I was both smart enough and mature enough not to do stupid things when I went out. So far, I had not disappointed them.

"Midnight," mom said. "And be careful driving, especially after dark."

"We will, mom. And thanks for understanding."

Jeff and I turned and walked away. My truck was parked about three blocks away, on main street.

"Your parents seem nice enough," Jeff said, as soon as we were far enough away so they wouldn't hear.

"Yeah, they're pretty cool, most of the time," I said. "But I'd never say that in front of them."

We reached my truck, jumped in and took off toward home. I thought we would go back to the house, I'd change into some jeans and then we'd be on our way. Boy, was I wrong!

I pulled into the driveway and Jeff and I ran into the house. I showed him into the living room and told him to have a seat.

"I'll be right back down," I said, before running up the stairs to my room.

I quickly stripped off my white shorts and boxers, cleaned myself up a little and put on another pair, as well as a clean t-shirt, and threw on a pair of tight fitting jeans. I wanted to make my ass look as nice as possible for Jeff after all.

I was just finishing getting dressed when I heard Jeff out in the hallway, looking for my room. I quickly opened the door and invited him in. He didn't say a word as he stepped into my room, he just stood there looking into my eyes. I quickly reached over to close and lock the door.

Seeing those gorgeous blue eyes staring at me and leaning closer, I parted my lips, admitting Jeff's questing tongue. Slowly, it curled into my mouth. Rather than duel, it was a slow exploration. A tingling began in my belly as warm hands slid beneath my shirt, caressing my bare chest. I couldn't remember ever feeling so aroused.

Awkwardly uncertain as to where to put my hands, I finally relaxed and did what came naturally; wrapping my arms around him and grasping his ass, pulling him closer. When it all came down to it, my body knew what it wanted, instinct was all that was necessary. I moaned and started that wonderful rubbing that had started earlier in the park. Jeff was as tall as I was; I could grab and squeeze and even bite without fear of causing him harm. And we were alone; no one would ever know what went on, unless one of us told or we got to carried away and were caught by my parents or brother.

With that thought, the last of my resistance fell. Letting go was exhilarating and I stopped caring what might happen next week, tomorrow, or even in an hour.

All I knew was it felt right, and I didn't want to stop. So, caught up in feeling, the words spoken softly against my skin nearly didn't register.

Slowly, my shirt was eased up my body, the intimate contact with my mouth broken just long enough for him to remove it and toss it to the floor. Then the kiss was resumed, with a vengeance. Long fingers caressed my stomach, following the patchy treasure trail down my abdomen. Fire shot straight down to my hardening cock and my hips bucked, seeking more contact.

Jeff grasped my shoulders, easing me down onto my back, a well-placed knee gently nudging my legs apart. He settled between them, grasping the end of his own shirt and, I one fluid motion, pulled it over his head and dropped it to the floor.

"I want to look at you," I said.

Jeff sat back on his heels, a coy smile playing over his lips.

My eyes wondered over his fantastic body, something I'd fantasized about, memorizing every contour and curve. Dark, curly hair grew on his stomach, and down as far as could be seen; an interesting treasure trail disappearing beneath his faded denim shorts.

When I raised my eyes, I saw the question on his face; 'do you like what you see?' I replied by crushing my mouth to one nipple, loving the way it hardened against my tongue.

Jeff eased down, pressing our hard cocks together. "Oh, god I want you," he mumbled against my lips.

We reached for each other's pants, fumbling in our eagerness, but still making quick work of the button and zipper closures, before plunging our hands into a pair of briefs in Jeff's case, and a pair of loose fitting boxers in mine.

When the initial exploration was satisfied, I worked Jeff in earnest, using the well-practiced motions I'd privately employed on myself for the last few years.

Moist heat found my neck as Jeff seemed to instinctively find that special spot that made my toes curl. His hot mouth worked over my skin, sucking, licking, and lightly biting; I knew it would leave a mark but I was finding it hard to give a damn just now.

Jeff expertly stroked my hardened flesh while I pumped my hips, working myself into the tight grasp, matching my movements and rhythm with his. Far too soon, I felt my balls drawing up, tingling at the base. Frantically I increased my pace, reaching, reaching, grasping…

"Ahhh…" My head thrown back, my eyes closed tightly, I let go, filling Jeff's hand with the evidence of my passion. And though I may have lacked experience, Jeff's own orgasm, following on the heels of my own, meant I'd done something right.

I opened my eyes and watched the sheer joy of the moment etched on his face. Eyes closed, lips parted, he moaned and panted, then screamed his release. Warmth filled my clenched fist and I milked his cock with sure, steady strokes.

We collapsed against each other, panting and gasping for breath. Once more, mouth met mouth. This time the kiss was slow and unhurried, full of sated bliss. I found my discarded boxers and wiped both of us down before tossing them back to the floor.

We lay there on my bed for several minutes, catching our breath and continuing to make out. Finally, Jeff looked at me.

"Oh, god, Cole, I've wanted for so long to do this!"

Other unintelligible encouragements were drowned out by moans as Jeff introduced me to places that I didn't know could excite me so.

"Tell me you want me, tell me you'll let me…"

I froze, shocked back into reality. I wasn't ready to be on the receiving end and hadn't even considered it so early in the game.

When Jeff spoke again, his words were a little more than a husky murmur. "Cole, I won't lie to you. There's nothing I'd rather do then bend you over your bed and slide so far into you that you can taste it."

I suddenly couldn't breathe.

"I wouldn't do that unless you wanted me to. If you aren't ready, it's okay. I want you badly enough that I'll wait and hope that soon you'll want that as much as I do. But for now, I'll take whatever you're willing to give me.

"What are you willing to give me, Cole?" he asked, his warm lips brushing against my forehead. Incredibly aroused and unable to speak, I merely nodded my head, hoping Jeff understood. "Stop me if I push to far."

Jeff pulled back far enough to breathe against my lips. "Is this okay," as his lips and tongue began to wonder down my trembling body, trembling in excitement instead of fear. I could only nod, my oxygen deprived brain lacked the resources for a verbal response. Long, nimble fingers began rubbing on my legs, and then my balls. Soon, Jeff was rubbing and squeezing my butt, and his fingers started rubbing at my hole.

His long fingers fluttered over my chest again as his mouth sought mine once again. This kiss was just as exciting as before, but not nearly as frantic. There was acceptance in it, acceptance that we would be lovers. It was no longer a question of if.

Jeff rubbed my nipples with one hand, causing them to stiffen, while he continued to squeeze my butt and played with my cock and balls with the other. I moaned and arched my back, begging for more. When I felt one of those fingers pushing against my hole instead of merely rubbing, I nearly came. I nodded my permission for him to continue.

Jeff continued to kiss and lick his way slowly down my body, stopping to play with each nipple and then at my stomach, before he slowly started to lick my rock-hard cock and then my balls. Suddenly, he took me into his mouth and started slowly sucking up and down.

My head fell back, and my eyes closed in bliss as I gave myself over to him. This was unlike anything I'd felt before. This was my first time and I assumed it was for Jeff as well, although he seemed to know instinctively what he was doing and how to give pleasure.

"Relax and enjoy it, Cole. Let go. I've got you."

The murmured encouragements and sexy smile were my undoing. Damn, but Jeff's easy confidence were so sexy.

He pulled me closer as he continued to work his mouth. I could feel the pressure building, my muscles trembled, the fluttery feeling in my belly and my balls marking the beginning of my climax. I couldn't hold out much longer, though I fought to make it last.

"Jeff," I pleaded, "please don't stop."

Warm breath ghosted over my neck, sending cold chills racing along my body as Jeff stopped long enough to lean up and kiss me.

A faint, "you sure," sounded like it came from a million miles away.

I answered with a thrust of my hips, a silent plea for more. Jeff answered, sucking me faster and using his hand to muffle my frantic moans.

"Jeff!" I shouted, then smothered my cries against his shoulder, trembling uncontrollably.

"That's it, Cole," he said. "Show me how good I'm making you feel. Cum for me, Cole!"

I lost control, my teeth sinking into his shoulder, my cock convulsing in hard, rhythmic pulses, filling his mouth with my load.

I gasped for breath as I lay there, coming down from the best orgasm of my life.

"Was that good for you, Cole?"

I lazily opened my eye to find Jeff smiling down at me with the same look my dream lover often wore, but it was Jeff holding me now, patiently waiting for an answer. In that moment, lost in the afterglow, I didn't say anything for several seconds.

"That was like… wow!" I finally managed to get out.

Jeff laughed.

I just had to return the favor. I had been dreaming of this night for what seemed like forever and I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. I quickly pulled Jeff down on the bed and went down on him before I had a chance to chicken out. No way was that gonna happen.

A few minutes later Jeff came in my mouth and I swallowed the whole thing. It tasted kind of salty but I also liked it.

"How was it?" I asked.

"You were right Cole," he said. "Wow! That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life. Holy shit!"

I laughed. "We better get cleaned up and go, before mom and dad get home."

I pushed him back down on the bed and ran into the bathroom, returning a few seconds later, with a couple of warm wash cloths. I would like to have taken a shower together, but we needed to go.

I was still in a state of shock over what had just happened as I gently cleaned Jeff up as he lay motionless on my bed. He did the same for me and we both put our underwear back on and then our jeans and t-shirts. A brief kiss was brushed against my forehead before I opened the door, looking out through the crack before pulling it wider.

"The coast is clear," I said, without turning around. "I think we better leave before we get busted."

"You're already busted, bro," said Patrick, stepping out of his room across from mine. "You guys were fucking, weren't you?"

"No, we weren't fucking," I told him. I looked at him and smiled. "We were just sucking each other off. You happy now?"

"That's gross," Patrick said.

"Then why did you ask if you didn't want to know?" I said.

He didn't have an answer for that.

"Are mom and dad home yet? I asked him.

"Not yet," he told me. "Laura brought me home and she's downstairs."

I looked at Jeff and said, "I think I better get you home before they get back. I'd hate to get busted again."

"Yeah, no doubt," Jeff said, looking at Patrick and smiling. "Your little brother is kind of cute, but he's not my type."

"Why not?" Patrick asked. "What's wrong with me? You think I'm cute? Thanks. Damn, I wish I could find a girl that would say that to me."

That boy is strange. First, he thinks it's gross for two gay guys to be together and then gets upset when one says that he's not his type but is happy to hear a gay boy tell him that he's cute. Straight boys! Go figure.

"You're just a little too young for me, Patrick," Jeff teased. "But you are cute."

"Thanks, I think,' said Patrick. "You guys better get going. I'll see you later, Jeff."

"Later, Patrick," said Jeff.

We only made is as far as the kitchen when Laura walked in from the living room and saw us.

"Cole," she said. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your boyfriend? I'm Laura by the way."

"Laura, this is Jeff," I said. "Jeff, this is my sister Laura."

"It's nice to meet you," he said.

"Likewise," she said to him. Then she looked at me. "You sure picked a cute one, Cole. I'd do…"

I cut her off before she had a chance to finish. "Laura, please. You're embarrassing him. And me as well."

"Sorry, Jeff," she said. "I'm just glad that Cole finally found someone. I don't know what you see in him, but…"

If looks could kill she'd have dropped dead right there in the kitchen.

I looked at Jeff and said, "we need to go before mom and dad find out that we stayed here in my room and…" I looked at both Laura and Patrick. "Never mind what we may or may not have done. But we need to go."

"It was nice meeting both of you," Jeff said as we walked out the kitchen door.

We climbed into my truck and I turned around and headed out, turning west to go around the section so as not to possibly run into mom and dad. The land around here is laid out in square miles, so I drove about a quarter mile west, then a mile north before turning back east and driving toward town. I figured that mom and dad should be on their way home anytime, but they usually take the state line road, so we didn't see them. I don't know how they might react if they found out what Jeff and I had been up to in my room. I knew I could trust Laura and Patrick to keep their mouths shut.

In case you're wondering, we never did make it to Joplin that night. I drove Jeff back to his house. He actually lives in a little place called Faulkner, which is not even really a town, and is about five miles from Columbus, but he still goes to the Columbus High School. I didn't drive him straight home but ended up pulling off the highway onto a side road, so we could make out some more. I so wanted to suck him off again, and I think he wanted to do me as well, but we didn't do anything sexual this time. I figure there will be other opportunities for all that.

I arrived back home just before midnight and my parents were none the wiser. They were already in bed, so they didn't ask about how things went or anything like that.

They did ask a few questions the next morning, but they neither one really got nosy. Thank god for that! They didn't have a clue about what really went on and I hope they never find out. I'd probably be grounded for the rest of my life if they ever figured it out.

Today is going to be a busy day for all of us. We started cutting wheat earlier this week and should finish here in the next day or two, and then it will be time to move into planting corn and soybeans. Plus, all the other things that must be done around a farm and ranch. Grass has to be cut and bailed for hay for the cattle in the winter, they have to be checked daily, the equipment has to be maintained. There's a thousand jobs that go into being a farmer but I'm not complaining. Okay, maybe a little, but I enjoy doing it so that's all that matters.


Jeff and I continued to date for the rest of the summer and even after school started back up, but things just didn't work out for us. It was mostly the fact that we lived to far apart and went to different schools. Columbus is only about thirty miles from here but the distance, plus school work, and all the work I had to do around the farm kind of prevented us from getting to serious. We're still friends though and see each other occasionally. I guess you could call us fuck buddies. Yes, we finally did go all the way, on our second date actually. We get together now and then just for sex, but we're not dating.

I'm still waiting on a boyfriend however but having Jeff there to help relieve the tension in nice.

I finally did find someone a few months later but that's a whole other story. I think I'll let him tell you about that when the time is right.

The End

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