Leave No Doubt

by Victor Thomas

April 2024

"You doing anything this Friday night?" my best friend Porter asked me as we walked home from school.

"Nothing that I know of," I replied. "I figured you and Elizabeth would go on a date or something."

"Normally we would, but she's going out of town with her parents," he said. "Besides, I like hanging out with you occasionally. We are best friends after all."

"And I like hanging out with you as well, Porter," I said. "I just wish I could find someone to date myself."

"You will, Atticus," he said. "I'm sure the right guy will come along eventually. What about Quenton?"

Wait a minute, I thought. Did he just say the right guy will come along? Him and I have been best friends since we were babies, over fifteen years now, and I've never mentioned once that I'm gay. Not that I worry about how he will react, it's just never came up.

I looked at him and he just grinned. He's as straight as they come, just like most of the other guys in school, the perverts, but I've never heard him say anything bad about gays. I'm the only person who knows that he's still a virgin, as am I, unfortunately. If you listened to him and all the other boys in the locker room, they've all fucked dozens of girls, a different one every week. All bullshit, and everyone knows it, but we all play along. Even I've fucked a few girls, or at least that's what I tell the guys.

Girls are pretty, and can be nice to look at, but that's as far as I want to go. Boys are so much hotter to look at, and there are several in Chouteau High School that I wouldn't mind getting together with, but It's not likely to happen anytime soon. Unless Porter knows something I don't. But how would he know if Quenton Scobell is gay? As far as I know he's never come out, or even given any indication that he's gay.

"What do you mean by the right guy, Porter?" I asked.

"Well, you are gay, aren't you?" he asked. "If I'm wrong, then I'm sorry."

"You're not wrong," I said, "but how did you know? I don't think I ever mentioned anything to you about that."

"You haven't," he said, "but I know you are. At least I think I know you are. You asked how I know. I see things, Atticus. I see how you look at other guys when you're walking down the hallway, in the locker room, or when we go to the mall or other places. You talk a good game about girls, but I never see you actually looking at them with lust in your eyes like you do with boys. It's not obvious, but maybe because we're best friends I tend to notice things like that. I know you've looked at me like that a few times."

I could feel my face turning red from embarrassment.

"I just wish I could find someone," I said. "I don't know any other gay boys in school, though. You mentioned Quenton. Is he gay?"

"I don't know for sure, but some of the other guys seem to think he might be. Hell, if I was gay, I'd date you. I'm good looking, aren't I? I know you think so."

You're goddamned right I think you're good looking, I thought. Porter is actually very hot, with his light brown, almost blond hair, green eyes, and he's got a nice body for a sixteen year old boy. Yes, I'd do him in a second if he wasn't my best friend.

Shit! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Atticus Grissom, I'm sixteen years old, a sophomore in Chouteau High School in Bumfuck Kansas. I'm nothing special to look at, just five feet ten inches tall and one hundred thirty pounds. I have long, shaggy brown hair the hangs over my ears. Just an average teenage boy with an eight-inch dick. Just kidding about that, but I wish. Since I know you're curious, it's actually four and a half inches. I measured it recently, so I'm sure.

I brought my mind back to the present.

"You're very good looking, Porter," I said. "I could never date you, though."

"Why not?" he asked. "What's wrong with me? I have a nice body and a nice ass, don't I?"

I held up my hand and made a side-to-side motion, then laughed.

"You have a great ass," I said, "and a nice body, but you're my best friend. I could never date you. We have to many years of friendship to ruin it over something like that."

He smiled at that.

"Don't get me wrong," I continued. "If you were just another boy in school or anywhere else for that matter, I'd drop to my knees in a second."

"Do gay guys actually do that?" he asked. "I'm just curious, that's all."

"Yes, we do," I said. "That and much more that you probably don't want to hear about."

"Probably not," he said.

"I've never actually done anything with anyone yet, but I want to. I just have to find someone."

"Maybe I can help you out," he said. "I'll keep my eyes and ears open."


We arrived at his house first, so I said goodbye and continued on to my own home. I walked straight to my room, kicked off my shoes and flopped onto my bed.

Wow, I thought as I lay there with my eyes closed, thinking about what Porter had just said to me. I don't think I could have asked for a better friend than him.

I noticed Porter talking to Quenton the next morning, but didn't think anything about it. Hell, I talk to him all the time myself. I mean there's only a little over a hundred high school students, so I know all of them. I consider him my friend, even if we don't hang out together.

Quenton is actually a very cute boy, about the same height as me and more or less the same build. He's got slightly darker hair than I do and dark eyes. Even though I had heard a few rumors, I had never really thought about him being gay until Porter brought him up yesterday. I mean, how do you know something like that? I've heard of this thing called 'gaydar' but if it's real, it passed me by. Some guys are so obvious that a blind man can see it, like James Karlin, but most aren't like that. I don't want one of those sissy femboy types as a boyfriend. They can be cute to look at, and from what I've seen on various websites, some of them have big dicks, and I certainly wouldn't turn one of them down, but that's not what I'm looking for. Even though I sort of fit the look myself, at least somewhat maybe.

Imagine my surprise when Quenton sat down beside me at lunch.

"I'll leave you guys alone," said Porter, standing up and moving to another table. "Good luck, Atticus."

What the hells that all about?

"Porter tells me that you're looking for a boyfriend," he said.

I had to quickly cover my mouth to keep from spewing my drink all over him.

"What!" I said. "That mother…" I looked over at Quenton. "He said what?"

He smiled and said, "he told me that you're looking for a boyfriend. I'm here to apply for the position."

I can't believe my best friend actually did something like this, and I also couldn't believe that Quenton actually had the balls to just come right out and say it like that.

"Well, yeah," I said, "but I didn't actually expect him to try and set me up with anyone. Especially someone who I wasn't even sure was gay. You are gay right? This isn't some sort of a trick or an April fool's joke, is it?"

"Oh, I'm gay as fuck," he said, "and this is no trick. I really would like to go out with you, if you want to that is."

"Okay," I said. "I'll pick you up at five and we'll go see a movie or something, and talk. Then we'll figure out what happens after that."

"That sounds like fun," he said. "I do have a question though. How did you guys know about me?"

I thought about that for a second.

"I didn't really," I told him. "We were talking about me needing a boyfriend and your name came up. I told him I thought you were cute, and the next thing I know is that here you are."

"You think I'm cute?"

"Well, yeah," I said. "Have you looked in a mirror lately? You're very nice looking. I'd love to…"

I had to stop myself before I said to much. I didn't want him to think I was a sex starved lunatic. The truth is, I am sex starved, I am a virgin after all, but I didn't want to move too fast.

He looked around the lunch room, then leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. The whole thing only lasted about a second and I wanted to kiss him back, but I didn't. but, later tonight, I'm sure I will. Maybe more than that, but I may be getting ahead of myself.

"As a matter of fact, I think you're very good looking as well," he said. "Maybe tonight we can continue this."

I looked over at Porter who just gave me a thumbs up.

The two of us continued to talk for the next fifteen minutes, then it was time to go to our next class. I was smiling the whole time, as was Quenton. It looks like what I thought of as a terminal case of virginity might soon be cured. I could hardly wait.

I caught up with Porter at the end of the day for our walk home. He only lives two blocks from me, less than a mile from the school, so we only drive if it's raining, or the weather is bad.

"I can't believe you did that," I say as soon as we step out the door. "But thanks."

"So, I take it things went well?" he said.

"Well, we'll see what happens," I said. "We're going to a movie tonight and then we'll proceed from there. Who knows, I may beat you as far as losing my virginity."

He kind of grinned, but also turned red thinking about it. We both have wanted to get laid for the last two years and we sometimes tease each other about it.

"That quick?" he said. "You guys haven't even been on your first date yet."

"Gay or straight, guys are guys, Porter," I said, "and what's the number one thing all teenage boys want more than anything?"

He looked at me and nodded his head.

"Exactly!" I said. "Girls aren't as eager to put out as boys are, so I can almost guarantee that by the end of the week the two of us will have done something together."

"I eagerly await all the juicy details," he said sarcastically.

"Oh, believe me, I'll tell you everything," I said.

We both had to laugh at that.

We came to his house first, so I said goodbye and continued home. Normally I would have gone inside with him, but I had to go home and get ready to go out with Quenton, so I continued on.

I thought about just wearing what I had on rather than changing, but then changed my mind. I was wearing a loose-fitting pair of jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt with a flannel shirt over it. It's only April after all and still a little cool outside, especially in the mornings and evening.

I decided to keep the shirt, but rummaged through my closet until I found a pair of jeans that were just a little bit tight. I wanted to highlight my ass and maybe give Quenton some ideas. I looked at myself in the mirror, even trying to check out my butt as best I could. I like to think I have a nice ass, but what I think doesn't matter. It's what he thinks that counts. Everything was looking good, even if I do say so myself.

By now it was almost four thirty, almost time to go, but I wanted to let mom and dad know where I was going and with who. I knew they wouldn't object, but I just wanted them to know so they wouldn't be worried.

I had come out to them back in the fall, right after school had started. I think I had kind of caught them by surprise, especially dad, but he didn't seem to upset about it. He just told me to be careful because there are still some assholes in this town.

"Back when I was in high school, there were a couple of murders and also a couple of suicides involving gay students," he said. "And four boys just disappeared at roughly the same time. No one has heard anything about them since. And the same thing happened about ten or twelve years ago. Four more boys just disappeared and a couple of gay students were beaten up pretty bad. Things have improved remarkably since then, but you still need to be careful, son."

The thing is, gay students at school are pretty much accepted now, although there is still the occasional gay slur. I wasn't too worried about being openly gay, but at the same time I wasn't going to make some big announcement either.

I arrived at his house a few minutes before five and he was already waiting on his front porch. He quickly walked to the car and climbed in, and off we went toward Joplin.

I had no idea what was actually showing at the movies, but I'm sure there's something I'd like to see. I like movies where lots of shit gets blown up, as well as comedy or science fiction, especially Star Trek . I know, I know, I'm somewhat of a geek, but who cares. I am what I am, as Spock would say.

We arrived at the theater about an hour later and decided to see the new Godzilla movie that had just came out last weekend.

The two of us held hands during most of the movie, except when he ran his hand up and down my leg, always stopping just short of the goal. I did the same in return, only I actually ran my hand over his crotch. As I had hoped and expected, he was completely hard, as was I obviously. Afterward, he started doing the same with me.

We didn't want to get too carried away, so we soon stopped, but we continued to hold hands. Afterward, we decided we might as well walk through the mall since we were right there anyway. We also held hands as we walked along, getting a few stares, a few nasty comments, but also a few other boys who just smiled and gave us a thumbs up. Some of them were quite good looking.

As we were walking along, we decided to stop in Spencer's , a store in practically every mall in America, which sells mostly gag gifts and such, including t-shirts and all kinds of other crazy stuff. As we were looking at various items, I looked at the display of t-shirts and couldn't believe my eyes.

All of them were funny, I guess, but I couldn't believe people would actually wear something like that. Just a few of the logos were 'World's Smallest Cock' with an arrow pointing down, 'Fet's Luck', 'All this and a nice dick too,' 'the man' with an arrow pointing up, 'the legend' with an arrow pointing down, 'This was the only shirt I had with no cum on it,' 'Don't bully me, I'll cum,' 'Legalize eating ass,' 'Big dick is back in town' and several others, including tits and pussy, which I don't want to even think about. *

One of the shirts said 'He loves the cock' with an arrow pointing to the left, and another shirt saying 'I think he's gay' with an arrow pointing to the right.

Holy shit!

"Look at these shirts," I said, pointing them out to Quenton.

He looked at them, looked at me, and we both laughed.

"We should buy them and wear them to school one day," I said.

"I'm not sure that would be a good idea," he said. "We'd probably get in trouble."

"Maybe," I said, "but the principal would probably just make us change out of them. I think it would be funny. We could come out to the whole school all at once, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that we're a couple."

"Yeah," he said. "Let's get them. I'm not ready to come out just yet, but maybe after we've been together a week or so. We'd sure be the talk of the school, for several days at least."

So, we did.

We continued walking through the mall and eventually back to my car. It was starting to get dark by now, so we sat there and made out for a few minutes, no easy task in the front seat of a car, but we managed. We talked about moving to the back, but decided that probably wasn't a good idea. We neither one wanted to get busted for something like that. Things were bound to escalate beyond making out if we allowed them to. Not that I didn't want them to, as did he, but this was not the place for that.

We stopped at Parrot's Pizza on the way home and ordered a large meat lovers pizza and sat there talking and laughing while we ate. It was located just up the road from the mall and Quenton said the pizza and bread sticks were excellent. The owners last name was Parrot, and the interior was done up in a parrot motif. There were a few parrot themed items hung on the walls, but they were by no means overpowering. The tables and booths were covered with green and white checked tablecloths, and there were green candles burning on all the tables. It was unlike any pizza place I'd ever been in, but the decorating scheme worked.

Finally, around ten o'clock, we were chased out so they could close, so we headed for home.

While I have no curfew as such, my parents do expect me to be home at a reasonable hour and I try not to abuse that privilege, unless I call them and let them know. They are pretty reasonable on most things, so I don't push it.

Quenton indicated that as long as he was home by midnight everything would be okay.

That gave us time to stop somewhere along the way and maybe do some more making out, only maybe go a little farther this time. At least that's what I hope to do.

"Why don't you pull off on one of these side roads," he suggested, as if he could read my mind. "Then maybe we can go into one of these empty fields behind the trees and…"

He didn't even finish his sentence before I spotted a road ahead. I quickly turned onto it, and then into the field on the left and pulled under the trees at the edge. I quickly shut off the engine and he already had his door open as I did so. I quickly got out as well and we both met on his side.

I was tempted to drop to my knees right then, but I held off, at least for now. We quickly started making out again, only this time we didn't have to worry about getting caught.

In almost no time, we both started groping each other and almost before I knew what was happening, Quenton had managed to undo my belt and unbutton my jeans, pulling them down to my knees. My boxers followed and he started slowly jerking me off as we continued to make out.

Since this was my first time ever being touched by anyone, other than myself, I knew I wasn't going to last long. I quickly did the same with him, and soon we were both standing there with our hands wrapped around each other's dicks. We both quickly shot our loads all over each other's hands and on the ground.

"God, that was intense," I said after I finally managed to catch my breath. "Does this mean I'm no longer a virgin?"

"I think it qualifies for both of us," he said, smiling. "As much as I'd like to continue, I think we better get home. Maybe next time we can both get completely naked and do a little more exploration."

"You mean like tomorrow after school?" I asked. "My parents don't get home until around five, so we'll have the house alone for a little over an hour."

"I'll be there," he said excitedly.

We pulled our boxers and jeans back up and continued toward home. Ten minutes later, I dropped him off at his house, we kissed good night, and I went home myself. Mom and dad were already in bed, so I went straight to my room, got undressed and went to sleep. Today had been a very good day, and tomorrow promised to be even better.

I woke up the next morning with my usual morning wood, but I quickly took care of that, then climbed into the shower to wash any evidence from last night away.

I quickly got dressed, went down to the kitchen where mom and dad were sitting at the table eating breakfast.

I grabbed a bowl out of the cabinet, grabbed my favorite box of cereal and sat down across from them.

"How did your date go last night?" mom asked first thing.

I grinned at both of them.

"It went great, mom," I said. "We went to see the new Godzilla movie, and then went and ate pizza afterward."

"That's nice, dear," she said.

I hoped neither of them asked what had happened afterward, and they didn't, fortunately. That would have been so embarrassing to tell them that we had stopped on the way home to make out.

"We'll probably go out again this Friday," I told them.

"You're going to have to introduce us to this boy," mom said. "Invite him over for supper one night."

"I will, mom."

They both left for work shortly after that, so I gathered up my books and left for Porter's house. I wondered if I should tell him about last night and decided I would, just to see the expression on his face. He was waiting on his front porch as I approached so he joined me on the sidewalk and we continued walking toward school.

"So, how'd it go last night?" he asked first thing.

"It went great," I said. "Does getting jerked off by another guy count as losing your virginity?"

I laughed as I watched his face turning slightly red.

"I guess," he finally said. "So, Quenton did that to you?"

"Actually, we did that to each other," I said. "I wanted to go further, but it was getting late, so we held off."

"Damn, you lucky fucker," he said, grinning at me. "Now, if I could only get Elizabeth to do that to me. She's only let me feel her tits so far."

I wished I could do something to help him out. He had done me a huge favor and I needed to do something for him. I just didn't know what.

"Do I even want to know what you mean when you say you want to go further?" he asked.

"Probably not," I said. "It involves me being on my knees…"

"Stop," he laughed. "That's too much information for my straight ears."

We both had to laugh at that.

"So, are you guys going to come out at school?" he asked.

"Probably," I said. "We're going to go out again Friday night and he's coming over after school today. Oh, you should see these cool new t-shirts we bought last night at Spencer's. You'll laugh your ass off when you see them."

"I can't wait."

"You'll have to," I said. "When we decide to publicly come out at school, we're going to wear them. We want to leave no doubt in anyone's mind about us."

It was very difficult, almost impossible, for me to concentrate on my classes the rest of the morning. All I could think about was what had happened last night and what I was pretty sure would happen after school today. I know what you're thinking, and you're right. I hope to do a lot more than just jerking each other off today. I'm ready to suck some dick and get mine sucked as well, and I know that Quenton is as well.

I'm not sure about anything more after that, at least not right away, although I do hope to do that eventually. I'm just not completely sure what all is involved and how exactly to go about it, if you know what I mean.

Finally, lunch time arrived, so I met up with Porter and we went to the cafeteria together, like we always do. We got our food and took our trays to our usual table and sat down. Normally he would sit with Elizabeth, but she was off doing something else.

We were joined a minute later by Quenton, who sat down beside me. Porter offered to leave so we could be alone, but both Quenton and me told him to stay.

"I just wanted to say thanks," Quenton said to Porter.

"For what?" he asked.

"For getting me and Atticus together," he said. "We had fun last night."

"So I heard," Porter said. "He filled me in on everything."

"Everything?" Quenton asked, looking at me.

I could feel my face turning red, but I was also grinning, as was he.

"Don't worry," Porter said. "I won't say anything about you guys. You can come out or not, whenever you choose. It's not my business. I'm just glad that I was able to help Atticus out."

"I think we'll probably come out soon," I said. "I kind of want to, but I won't unless he does as well."

I looked at Quenton and he just nodded his head. I think we both want to, just not right away.

"Let's give it a few days to get to know each other a little better," he said. "Maybe in another week or so."

The three of us sat there and talked about other things for the next twenty minutes, before finally dumping our trays and going to our afternoon classes.

My first class after lunch was gym, as was Porter's. We made our way to the locker room and started changing into our shorts and t-shirts. I'm no athlete, and neither is he, but I kind of enjoy the class, especially the locker room. I mean, what's not to like about being around ten or twelve half naked and naked teenage boys every day.

I liked to look around at all the scenery, but had to be very careful not to openly stare at anyone for more than a couple of seconds. I even enjoyed looking at Porter, which was what had first clued him in that I was gay. Not only did he not seem to mind, he actually sort of posed for me, giving me the full-frontal view, then turning around and kind of bending over as he pulled on his jockstrap, giving me a nice look at his butt. And what a nice butt it was. He just grinned at me as I looked, and then finished getting dressed out.

I looked around at the other boys as well. There were one or two that were really nothing to look at, but the rest were very nice, some hung better than others, but all adequately endowed.

I looked over at Tommy Jenkins just as he was pulling up his jock. Jesus H. Christ, was a sixteen-year-old boy supposed to be that hung? He had at least six inches, more than anyone else in the class. It looked like quite a mouthful.

I could feel myself getting aroused, so I quickly pulled on my shorts, sat down, pulled my shoes on and headed out to the gym floor before anyone could notice. Anyone but Porter, who just giggled.

Like I said earlier, I'm not really an athlete at least not a football, baseball or basketball player, but I do run track in the spring, so I'm at least somewhat athletic. I usually enjoy playing the different games in class, and today we were playing dodgeball, one of my favorites.

Assistant Coach Decker had us line up along the wall and divided us into two teams. Porter and I ended up on opposite teams, but that's okay. For the next thirty minutes, we went back and forth the length of the basketball court, eliminating one player after another, until there was only one person left standing. That wasn't me, unfortunately, but I had fun playing, and that's all that matters.

If you think the locker room was hot at the beginning, that's nothing compared to the showers afterward. I enjoyed every second of it, but had to turn on the cold water a couple of times to calm myself down. That always does the trick, but knowing I'm probably going to be getting the real thing very soon made it even more enjoyable.

My last two classes of the day seemed like they'd never end, but finally three o'clock arrived and the last bell rang, signaling the end of another school day.

I met up with Porter, as usual, for the walk home, but today we were joined by Quenton. The three of us just talked about nothing on the walk home, but all of us knew what was going to happen in a few minutes. We arrived at Porter's house and said goodbye.

"You guys have fun," he said. "Just don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"You're not even gay, Porter," I said, "so, in fact we are going to be doing something you wouldn't do. Unless you've been holding something back on me."

"I'd invite you to join us," said Quenton, "but not now. Atticus and I need to get to know each other better, in the biblical sense, if you know what I mean."

"Thanks, but no thanks," Porter said. "I admit, I've wondered a time or two what it might be like, but I'm not ready for that. Not now anyway, and probably never."

Oh my god! I never thought I'd hear something like that from him. My best friend really is very open minded.

We had barely stepped through the front door when we kissed and then started to make out. We quickly moved to my room where we kicked off our shoes, and I reached over and pulled his shirt over his head. He did the same with mine and then we fell onto bed and rolled around as we continued to make out. This time, there was nothing to hold us back.

We then dropped our jeans onto the floor, and then our boxers soon followed, until we were completely butt ass naked. All this took place within the first two minutes. We were under a bit of a time constraint since my parents would be home in a little over an hour from now.

I had seen him naked on the night of our first date, but it had been getting dark at the time, so I couldn't fully appreciate just how nice his body is. I won't go so far as to say he has six pac abs or anything like that, but he is nice and smooth, with a light brown treasure trail running from his naval down to his cock, which has very little hair around it. And, I know that you're dying to know, he has probably a five-inch dick, about the size of mine, more or less, and a nice, smooth butt, which I ran my hands over as we made out.

He was doing more or less the same with me as we rubbed our dicks together and continued rolling around on my bed. This was without a doubt the hottest thing I've ever done, and we've only started.

Before I even knew what was happening, he pulled back, then leaned down and took me into his mouth. Jesus! I can't even begin to describe the sensations going through my body. In my wildest imagination, I had never dreamed something could feel so incredible. I couldn't control myself as I began thrusting into his mouth, while I let out a series of moans. Of course, all that didn't last more than thirty seconds before I shot the biggest load of my life into his mouth and down his throat. He just kept sucking until he got every drop, or so it seemed anyway, before finally pulling off. All I did at that point was just flop back on my bed, trying to catch my breath, while he just looked at me and grinned.

A minute later, I returned the favor, naturally. It's better to give than to receive, as the old saying goes. I enjoyed sucking his dick as much as I enjoyed him sucking mine. I could do this every day, and will if we can get together, which I'm sure we will most days after school.

After we had both busted out nuts, we continued to make out as our hands explored each other's bodies. There's probably more that we want to do with each other, including something I've seen in some of the videos I watch on the internet. It seems kind of gross when you think about it, but it actually looks like fun when I see it. I'm sure you can figure out what I'm talking about but if not, I'll just say it. I want to eat his ass.

And, of course, there's the one big thing I want to try as well, even though it looks like it might be a little painful, at least at first. That will happen, just not today, and maybe not for a while, I just want to try it, both topping and bottoming. If I don't like it, nothing says I have to continue doing it. But there must be something to it, otherwise guys wouldn't do it.

I glanced over at my alarm clock and noticed it was four thirty already. I looked at Quenton and smiled.

"Let's take a quick shower and get dressed," I said. "My parents will be home in about half an hour. I'll introduce you to them."

"That sounds like fun," he said. "The shower part anyway."

"You'll like my parents," I said. "They're pretty reasonable about most things. Mom told me to invite you for supper some night, so maybe tonight's the night."

"I'll have to call home if she does to let mine know where I am."

Not fifteen minutes after we finished showering, mom arrived home, followed a few minutes later by dad. Quenton and I were sitting in the living room when they walked in.

"Quenton, this is my mother and father," I introduced. "Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend Quenton Scobell."

"It's nice to meet you, Quenton," mom said.

"It's nice meeting you as well, Ms. Grissom," he said. "And you as well, Mr. Grissom."

The four of us sat down in the living room and talked for several minutes before mom went into the kitchen to start supper. Dad sat with us for a few more minutes, then he got up and joined mom in the kitchen. Mom does most of the work, but me or dad usually try to help her out when she'd fixing our meals. It's only fair after all, since she works a full-time job as well as dad.

Quenton and I went back to my room where we started doing our homework. I wanted to make out some more, but I figured that probably wasn't a good idea with my parents in the house. What if one of them busted us? I didn't want to even think about that.

Not that I would get into any kind of real trouble or anything like that. The most I might get is a lecture and even that wouldn't be all that bad. It's just the embarrassment more than anything. My parents aren't stupid. They know that it's just a matter of time before I start to have sex, even if they don't want to think about it.

I remember about two years ago when dad had 'the talk' with me about sex. I think he was just as embarrassed as I was, but he did it. I remember he also gave me a few condoms afterward, 'just in case.' He didn't know that I was gay at the time. Hell, I didn't know that I was gay at the time, but I was starting to figure things out.

About forty-five minutes later, the four of us sat down at the dining room table to enjoy a meal of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans. We continued talking as they got to know my boyfriend better.

After we finished eating, I carried everything back into the kitchen to put the leftovers in the refrigerator and the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. I turned it on and then started wiping everything down, along with his help. Mom and dad went into the living room to watch some television.

"I like your parents," he said.

"I think they like you as well," I said. "I'll find out more later after you're gone."

"Speaking of which," he said, looking at his watch, "I should probably be getting home."

We walked back into the living room.

"I'm heading home now," he announced. "It was nice meeting both of you. And thanks for supper, Ms. Grissom. Everything was delicious."

"Why thank you, Quenton," mom said. "It was nice meeting you as well. You're welcome anytime."

"Come back again soon, Quenton," dad said.

I walked with him to the door, kissed him good night and watched as he walked away. Nice ass, I thought. I then walked back into the living room to hear what my parents thought about him.

I sat on the couch next to mom and looked at her, then over at dad sitting in his recliner.

"Quenton is such a nice young man," she said. "And so handsome. I'm glad the two of you got together."

"Thanks, mom," I said, feeling a little embarrassed.

Dad also seemed to like him. Remember when I told you that he was mostly okay with me being gay? Well, he seemed very supportive tonight after having met Quenton for the first time.

We sat talking for several minutes before I stood up and headed back to my room to finish my homework. I really did luck out in the parent department.

I finished up my homework, went to tell mom and dad good night, got undressed, and went to sleep, dreaming about my boyfriend.

I met up with Porter the next morning for our daily walk to school. I was grinning from to ear as I approached.

"Someone's happy this morning," he said. "You must have gotten lucky last night."

"Yes, I did indeed," I said.

"Details, details," he said.

We both laughed.

"Let me just say this," I said. "You need to figure out some way to get Elizabeth to give you head. It's the most amazing feeling in the world."

"I've been trying, believe me," he said, "but she just won't do anything. Well, she has let me play with her tits a little, and she has rubbed my crotch a few times when we're making out. But that's it so far."

That's kind of disgusting, I thought, but I didn't say anything to my best friend. After all, he listened to what I had done with Quenton and he no doubt thought that was disgusting as well.

"You're making progress," I said, "but there's nothing like the real thing."

"So, Quenton did that to you?"

"We did it to each other," I said. "It was only fair after all. He sucked my dick and I sucked his."

"Holy shit!" was all he could say.

"It was a lot of fun," I said. "You don't know what you're missing, Porter."

"Maybe I should turn gay," he said. "Then maybe I could get a little action."

"You can't turn gay, Porter," I said. "You're born this way. You either are or you aren't. Well, I guess you could be bisexual. But I think you like girls too much to be bi."

"You got that right," he said. "I love girls. I love pussy, even if I can't seem to get any."

"I thought you were a real he man," I teased. "You're always talking to the other guys in the locker room about how much you're getting."

"I seem to remember you talking about how much pussy you've gotten, Atticus." He grinned at me. "That's all bullshit and everyone knows it. Most of those guys are still virgins, they'll just never admit it."

"I know," I said. "You'll get it eventually, Porter. A good-looking guy like you. Elizabeth will come to her senses eventually."

"Not soon enough!"

"Well, you've always got your right hand," I said.

"My hand gets plenty of workout," he said. "Just once I'd like to try something else."

"I know the feeling," I said. "Or I did until last night. Believe me, there's no comparison to the real thing. I suppose you could always get with James. I'm sure he would be happy to help you out."

"He does have a reputation, doesn't he?" he said. "I just wonder how much of it is really true."

James Karlin was a very out, very effeminate gay boy who had somewhat of a reputation for doing favors for some of the frustrated straight boys around school. I don't know how much of that is true, and how much is bullshit, but there must be at least some truth in it. He's actually quite cute, but really not my type as far as dating, but at the same time, I wouldn't turn down the opportunity go fuck him if the opportunity was there.

I'm amazed his girly ass doesn't get beaten up, but he never has. Maybe because the boys he services protect him. Who knows. He's maybe the gayest person I've ever seen, outside of a movie or television episode.

"Believe me, I have thought about that a few times," he said. "If I don't get some action soon, maybe I will."

We both laughed again.

"So…" he hesitated for a second, "have you guys done anything else yet, like…"

"You mean, have we fucked?"

"Yeah," he said, clearly embarrassed.

"Not yet, but I want to," I said.

"I don't want any details when you do," he said. "I can't believe guys actually do that. I have a hard enough time wrapping my mind around you sucking each other's dicks. That just seems, I don't know, kind of weird to me. No offense."

"None taken," I said. "I can see where it might, just like a guy eating a girls pussy seems gross to me. But, we are what we are, and we like what we like. It's perfectly natural to me, just like you liking girls is perfectly natural to you."

We arrived at school just then, so we parted ways and both went to our first class. I ran into Quenton, looked around, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Oh, my god," a girl's voice rang out. "You're gay." She looked at both of us and smiled. "You guys are so cute together. Gay boys are so freaking hot."

By now, a small crowd had appeared and were watching us as we grabbed out books from our lockers and headed to our first class. No one said anything bad or anything, they appeared more curious than anything. A couple of the other gay boys approached us to offer their congratulations. So much for keeping things under wraps. We had always intended to come out publicly and I guess we had, inadvertently.

"So much for keeping things quiet," he said. "I guess we're out now. Might as well make the best of it and have a little fun in the process."

"Let's do this right," I said. "Monday morning, we'll leave no doubt in anyone's mind."

"You mean…"


Him and I were the talk of the school for the rest of the day, but I knew all that would die down in a few days. Couples are always getting together, breaking up, cheating on each other or something else. It was only a matter of time before something came along to take the spotlight off us. Gay couples weren't all that unusual in CHS after all, and there are two other couples besides Quenton and me. That would be Ryder James and Cody Wilson, who came out at the beginning of the current school year back in September. They walk down the hallways holding hands every day and no one gives them any shit, so I'm not worried.

The other gay couple is Tim Walker and Derrick Porter, who had come out at my friend Gavin's Halloween party back in October. They had been made up as zombies and kissed each other right in front of everyone at the party. It was actually kind of hot seeing them kissing with all that zombie makeup on.

And of course, there's James, but I've already mentioned him. As far as I know, he's not going with anyone.

It wasn't always this way, at least that's what dad has told me, and Coach Barrett has said the same thing, and they both lived through it. With some of the shit currently going on in this country by certain politicians on both sides, things are bound to change, hopefully for the better. But enough of that bullshit! You don't want to hear about politics from a sixteen-year-old boy. What do we know, right?

After a very fun weekend spent with my boyfriend it was time to go back to school.

I was nervous as hell as I got dressed on Monday morning. I knew there was bound to be trouble from one or more of the teachers and probably Mr. Shaw, the school principal, and maybe even one or two of the other kids. Like I mentioned earlier, CHS and the town itself is very tolerant of gay students, but we do have a few religious nuts that like to protest every so often, especially ones from the Faith Bible Church . They've caused problems in the past, but now everyone mostly ignores them.

I texted Quenton as soon as I was ready to pull on my t-shirt.

'Are you sure you want to do this?'

He texted back immediately.

'I'm sure. It'll be fun, and funny to see everyone's faces.'

'Okay. See you in a little while.'

'See you.'

I quickly pulled on my special t-shirt, while at the same time tossing another shirt into my backpack. I'm sure we'll have to change as soon as the principal sees us. It's still early April and still a little cool outside, so I throw on my flannel shirt over my t-shirt, only this time I button it up so no one sees before it's time.

I went into the kitchen, said good morning to both mom and dad, then grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and fixed myself a bowl of cereal, my usual breakfast. I thought about how they would react when they heard what Quenton and I had done, but I didn't think I'd get into any real trouble. Maybe a stern lecture or something, but that should be about the extent of it.

Today was going to be a unique day anyway, in more ways than one. It was April 8 th , and there was a total solar eclipse that was going to pass over the United States, starting in Maine and cutting across several states before exiting into Mexico. Unlike the last one back in October, today's eclipse should be more visible, even though it's passing well south of us.

So, not only that, but Quenton and I were going to come out very publicly as a couple, something that was bound to be the talk of the entire school for months to come. Well worth any trouble we might get into. After today, there would be no doubt in anyone's mind that we were gay and were going together.

I met up with Porter, as usual, and we started walking toward school.

"There's something going to happen today that you're going to want to see," I told him.

"You mean the eclipse?"

"Well yeah, that, but something else as well," I said.

"What?" he asked.

"I can't give you any details yet, but Quenton and I are going to come out very publicly," I said. "You're just going to have to be there and see it. That's all I'm going to say."

"When's this going to happen?" he asked.

"Just be in the lunchroom and watch the door," I said. "You'll know it when you see it. You'll probably laugh your ass off. Just have your phone ready to video it. I'll text you right before we come through the door so you'll be ready."

"Damn, now you've got me all curious," he said. "I can hardly wait."

We arrived at school a few minutes later and parted ways. I met up with Quenton and gave him a quick kiss as we started walking down the hallway for our first class.

"Congratulations you two," said Ryder as he and his boyfriend walked hand in hand down the hallway.

"You guys are so cute together," said Cody.

"Thanks," I said to both of them.

"You guys are cute as well," said Quenton. "We should go out together sometime."

"Sounds like fun," said Ryder. "Maybe this weekend."

"We'll talk about it later guys," I said. "Right now, we need to get to class before we're late."

We turned and walked toward our first classes.

"We still going through with this?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "Unless you want to back out."

"I'm nervous as hell, but I'm ready," he said. "I've got the shirt on underneath this, and I also brought another t-shirt to change into when Mr. Shaw makes us change."

"You think that's going to happen?" I asked.

"Most likely," I said. "We'll likely be all over Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram by the end of the day Probably YouTube as well. You ready for that?"

"Why not?" he said. "I guess this will be our fifteen minutes of fame. I'll meet you outside the cafeteria right before lunch starts."

By now we had reached my first classroom, so I said goodbye, kissed him again, then went in and sat down.

The rest of the morning was uneventful, so I'll skip ahead to lunch.

Quenton and I met up outside the lunchroom a few minutes after everyone had started getting their trays and had sat down. He was wearing his usual hat, backwards as always, and had his backpack on his back. We sat our backpacks on the floor, looked at each other and grinned like idiots.

"Last chance," he said. "It's not to late to back out if you don't want to go through with this."

I looked at him and grinned.

"Fuck it," I said. "Let's do this."

I sent a quick text to Porter to be ready and then put my phone in my pocket. We quickly unbuttoned our outer shirts and stuffed them into our backpacks.

His shirt read, 'He Loves the Cock' with an arrow pointing toward me on his left, and my shirt read, 'I Think He's Gay' with an arrow pointing toward him on my right.

We grabbed our backpacks off the floor, opened the door and stepped through.

"Oh my god," a girl's voice rang out.

She pointed in our direction and everyone turned to look at us. The room fell silent for several seconds, then everyone erupted into brief cheers before they started talking, pointing at us and laughing.

The two of us casually strolled through the room, grabbed a tray and went through the lunch line, before finally walking over and sitting down at a table.

We were soon joined by Porter, Cody, Ryder, and some of our other friends.

"I cannot fucking believe you guys," Porter said. "You said you were going to come out, but I never expected anything like this. Jesus Christ, this shit is so funny."

"Did you get it?" I asked him.

"Right here," he said, holding up his phone and giggling.

We sat there for several more minutes eating out lunch and talking with our friends, before it happened.

"Mr. Grissom, Mr. Scobell, come with me please," said Mr. Shaw, the principal.

We both stood up, grabbed our backpacks and followed him out of the lunchroom and into his office.

"Do you two mind telling me what the hell that's all about?" he said, pointing at our t-shirts.

I started to answer, but Quenton beat me to it.

"It was just a joke, Sir," he said. "Atticus and I have been dating for a couple of weeks, and we wanted to come out to the rest of the school."

"Okay, I get that," the principal said, "but did you have to do it like that? You couldn't just hold hands like everyone else, or have told your friends."

"Our friends found out last week," Quenton said, "and I'm sure the rest of the school probably heard as well, but we wanted to leave no doubt in anyone's mind."

"Sorry, Sir," I said. "It won't happen again."

"I certainly hope not," he said. "I'm going to give you boys an hour's detention today. Now, go and change out of those shirts immediately. I don't want to see anything like this again."

"Yes Sir," we both said.

I could see a little bit of a grin on Mr. Shaw's face as we walked out. He apparently found the whole thing at least somewhat amusing, even if he couldn't say it.

The two of us had barely stepped out of the office when we were greeted by what seemed like half the kids in high school. Not really, of course, but there were at least ten or twelve students, most of them still laughing and grinning, but a couple of them were scowling at us.

Most of the students in school accept gay students, but there's always a few who don't, although they rarely cause trouble because the principal and the teachers won't stand for it, nor will most of their fellow students.

"Congratulations," said Tim.

"You two are so cute together," added Derrick, his boyfriend.

"Thanks," I said. "You two are looking good as well."

"I always knew you were a fag, Grissom," said Rick Hull, one of the biggest assholes in school.

"And fuck you too, Rick," I said. "I always knew you were an asshole too."

"Yeah, screw you, Hull," said Quenton.

"He's just jealous because he doesn't have a cute boyfriend himself," said James.

Everyone started talking and congratulating us as we tried to make our way toward the restroom to change our shirts. We finally just opened our backpacks and pulled our outer shirts back on, thereby covering the t-shits. No need to really change, I guess.

"That was really cool, and funny as hell," said Porter as we walked toward our lockers. "I can't believe you two had the balls to do something like that."

"Thanks, Porter," said Quenton. "I don't mind telling you, I was a little nervous myself. But you're right, it was kind of fun."

"So, what did Shaw have to say to you guys?" he asked.

"I think he found it somewhat amusing himself, although he obviously couldn't say that," I said. "He told us to either change shirts or cover them up. And, he also gave us an hour's detention today. I guess you'll have to walk home by yourself."

Just then, Elizabeth, Porter's girlfriend walked up, gave him a quick kiss, then looked at Quenton and me, smiling.

"I never would have guessed you were gay, Atticus," she said. "Or you either, Quenton."

"Porter was the only one who knew for sure, that is until last week when we accidently got caught kissing," I said. "Today, we just made it official."

"In fact, Porter's the one who got the two of us together," said Quenton.

"Good for him," she said. "We should all go out together this Friday, see a movie or something."

"Sounds like fun," Quenton said.

Needless to say, the two of us were the talk of the entire school for the rest of the day, and for several days afterward, until we were knocked out of the spotlight by another couple who had gotten together. That was fine by both Quenton and I. We'd had our fifteen minutes of fame. As expected, our pictures had popped up on various social media sites, including YouTube, thanks to Porter, and we had gotten mostly positive comments and thousands of likes.

"What the hell were you two thinking?" dad asked the next day at supper.

I had known from the beginning that mom and dad were sure to find out about me and Quenton's little stunt yesterday, and sure enough, they had. Dad didn't appear to be too happy about it, but he also didn't appear to be super pissed off either.

"We thought it would be funny, dad," I said. "It was just a joke. We wanted to come out at school in a way that would leave no doubt. Sorry."

"You should be sorry," mom said. "Can you imagine what the family is going to say when they hear about this?"

Fuck the family if they can't take a joke, I thought. I didn't dare to say that out loud, however. I'm not stupid you know.

"Maybe they won't find out," I said.

"Of course, they'll find out," she said. "The whole town has heard by now."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I just kept my mouth shut. Sometimes that can be the best course of action.

"I'm not going to ground you or anything like that," dad said. "I kind of understand what you were doing, even if I don't approve of the way you went about it. Just be more careful next time you do anything, and think before you act. A stunt like this would have gotten you beaten up and put in the hospital, or even killed, back in my day. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Thanks, dad," I said. "I promise you I won't do anything stupid like this again. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and we did get mostly positive reactions. And it was kind of fun."

I think he probably felt a little embarrassed about everything, but I also think he secretly thought it was funny, at least somewhat. Of course, you'll never get him to say it.

The rest of our supper was spent talking about other things, almost like the whole incident hadn't happened.

We finished supper and I helped mom clean up and put everything away then I went back to my room and called Quenton.

"How did your parents react?" I asked as soon as he answered his phone.

"About what I expected," he answered. "Dad was kind of pissed off and he yelled at me for about five minutes, but that's about the extent of it. I didn't get into any real trouble at least."

"It was the same with me," I said. "Dad yelled for a couple of minutes and mom was worried about what the family will say, but other than that, nothing else happened. I didn't have my car taken away or get grounded, so I guess everything went well."

"So, what are you doing now?" he asked. "I'm just finishing up my homework."

"I'm almost finished with my homework as well," I said. "After that, I suppose I'll go watch some TV with mom and dad. I'd rather come over and play with you for a while."

"That sounds like fun," he said. "Why don't you see if you can and call me back. Mom and dad are going to be here, so we won't be able to do a whole lot, but we can at least make out if nothing else."

"I'll text you in five minutes," I said, before hanging up.

I walked into the living room.

"I'm going over to see Quenton for a little while," I said to mom and dad. "If that's alright with you, that is."

Dad looked at me and smiled.

"Just have fun, son" he said. "And, for Christ's sake, don't do anything stupid."

"I won't, dad," I said.

"Just remember, it's a school night," said mom, "so be home at a decent hour."

"Thanks, mom, thanks, dad," I said, pulling out my phone to let Quenton know that I was on my way.

'Be there in ten minutes' I typed, then hit send.

'Just come on back to my room' he texted back. 'I'll be waiting for you.'

I think you can probably figure out what happened next. No, not that, but it will happen soon, I promise. I'll just leave it up to your imaginations.

I'm sure our dramatic coming out will be the talk of the school for a couple of years, at least until the last people who were there graduate, and maybe even after that.

There was definitely no doubt that we were gay.

The End

Note: All of these shirts really are available at Spencer's, plus several others involving girls. Some shit you just can't make up.


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