Coming Out: Quin and Grant

A light breeze blew across the track, and low clouds gave the day a moderate temperature.As Quin Forden stepped onto the gravel surface, he felt relief in the coolness.Walking the track in the heat was misery; he’d done it enough to know, and PE class could be miserable enough without the hot sun beating down.

He hated this class. Quin was only in this class because his parents couldn’t afford the band fees. He’d been first chair tenor sax since ninth grade, but for his senior year, he was forced to take a PE class since he was no longer a member of the band. Graduation couldn’t come soon enough.

He heard them before he saw them. The Group of Five, as they called themselves were coming up behind him. Their stealth would not win any awards, and if they relied on hunting for their food, they’d starve. “Hey, pussy, walking again today?”

“What a loser.”

“What do expect from a cocksucking faggot?”

Quin kept walking. He wished they’d come up with new words.

“Leave him alone,” called Grant Taylor to other guys in the P.E. class. “You’re being assholes, and it’s getting old.” Grant jogged up beside him and matched his pace. “My sister says they’re troglodytes,” said Grant.

Quin laughed. “I doubt they know what that means. They certainly are a different species.” Quin liked it when Grant kept pace next to him. Quin felt a tinge of excitement and a large pit in his stomach when the two of them were together.

“We’re all a little different, aren’t we,” Grant said while looking at the ground before glancing over at Quin.

Quin thought about the statement. What was Grant trying to say? Maybe nothing at all. Quin wished he could read Grant’s mind. They’d known each other since elementary school, but since middle school, this was the only class they’d shared. Before this year, they’d only spoken briefly in the halls or at lunch. “So, how are you different?” he asked.

Grant’s cheeks became hot turned red. Even with the breeze, sweat beads formed on his brow. The time had come, Grant had decided. “Maybe I’m different like you are.” Grant swallowed hard. He wasn’t sure how to let Quin know that he liked him, liked him more than he liked his best friend. Thought about him in ways that the other boys wouldn’t understand.

Quin decided to put it out there. He was tired of being alone. It was risky; he worried that Grant could use the truth against him, but Grant had been nice to him, even protective. But it could blow up, and he’d end up truly alone. “Are you gay, Grant?” Quin noticed Grant’s lower lip start to quiver. “You know, Grant, if you were gay, I would ask you out.”

“You would?” Grant flashed a smile; his whole body relaxed.

Tony Rodriguez caught up with them. “Hey, bro. See you tonight?”

Grant nodded. “Yeah.”

Tony was off again, jogging away.

Grant turned to Quin. “He’s fucking my sister. My mom doesn’t know. She’d be furious.”

“How would she feel if she found out you were gay and dating me.” Quin stared at the ground.

“I don’t know, but I like you. I hope you know that. But I kind of more than like you. I’m willing to risk my mom not being happy about it.

“I like you, too, Grant. I have for a long time.”: He turned and smiled. “I liked you even before I saw you naked in the shower.”

“What?” Grant realized he had seen him in the locker room shower. All the guys had. “Now that you’ve seen me naked?” asked Grant. He couldn’t believe they were having this conversation.

“I think you’re fucking sexy,” Quin whispered to him.

“I’ve always thought you were handsome. Even back in elementary school. I used to wish I were as good looking as you. You always seemed, I don’t know exactly. Far away, maybe.”

“I never had the feeling that anyone liked me very much.”

“People didn’t know what to say to you because your parents were so poor. I remember wanting to invite you to my birthday party, and my sister and mom said it would make you feel uncomfortable because you wouldn’t be able to buy me a present.”

“Maybe they were right.” Quin looked down and kicked the ground.”

“But if you invite me to your house, I’ll come.”

“My father would embarrass us.”

“Is that better than being ignored? My father left and hasn’t called or written or anything.”

“I’m sorry,” Quin looked over at Grant. “That seems worse. So, you want to come over then. We can go to my room, and…” The possibility of what the two of them could do in private excited him. What would it be like to be kissed? To touch someone, maybe even touch his privates?

“Make out,” Grant smiled.

Quin smiled back.

“I read an article that said a lot of gay guys don’t, um, don’t, have sex in their butts.”

“You mean they don’t fuck each other?” Quin turned red when he said it.

“Yeah. It said they suck each other and do handjobs,” Grant said.

“I’d want to at least try butt sex, wouldn’t you. I mean, I’ve put my finger in my butt while I jerked off and it felt good. And, I hope you won’t be mad, I’ve imagined putting my dick in you while I was jacking.”

“I’ve done the same thing. I wish it were tonight already. Do you think I could spend the night? I’m going to invite you over to spend the night, but I’ve got to clear it with my mother first. I’m sure she won’t care.”

“I’ll check with mine, but I don’t have a phone, so I can’t text you. Bring extra clothes just in case.”

“Fuck,” muttered Grant. “My dick is hard just thinking about this.”

“You’re a horny bastard aren’t you,” chuckled Quin.

“For you, I am.”

The coach blew the whistle calling the boys back to the locker room. The two of them began to jog toward the building. They quietly dressed for their next class. As arranged, they met after school in the parking lot. Quin gave Grant a map to his house and then ran to catch the bus home.

At six-thirty, Grant drove his old Chevy pick-up into the driveway of the Forden place. He was amazed by the lack of anything in the yard. An old farmhouse that had been maintained well stood among tall trees. A shed with no door wasn’t far away. Quin ran out and pointed him to a place to park.

“Is everything OK?” he asked Quin.

“My mother said she doesn’t care. My father’s not home yet.” Quin looked up as he heard his father’s car pull into the driveway and drive past them. The car pulled into an open shed, and his father got out. “Father, this is Grant. He’s a friend from school. Is it OK if he spends the night? We want…”

His father cut him off. “Is he the one you wrote about in your journal? The one you’re in love with?”

Quin turned pale. He was unaware that his father had been through his things and read his journal. Grant wasn’t sure what to say either.

“I guess that means he is.” His father turned toward the house. “I don’t care if he stays, but if you boys fuck, keep the noise down. I need my sleep.” He continued into the house.

“I can’t believe your dad just said that.”

“I told you he’d embarrass us,” nodded Quin. “Have you eaten? My mom left a can of soup out for me.”

“Actually, I wasn’t sure when you had dinner, so I brought plenty of chicken tenders for us. There’s enough for your parents, too, if you want to share. I also got us some coke. It’s in the car.”

The two of them retrieved everything from the truck and went inside. Grant was surprised at how sparsely furnished the house was. The kitchen was spotless. A can of soup sat on the kitchen table. There was no furniture in the dining room. Quin led him upstairs to his room. “There are two rooms up here. I’m not allowed in the other one. I have my own bathroom, and I have a full-sized bed. Are you going to sleep next to me?”

“Yes. If I’m able to sleep.”

Quin smiled.

Grant put his things down. Quin put the box of chicken on the boards that served as his desk. Grant moved to him and placed his hands on Quin’s hips. They gazed into each other’s eyes.

“I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve dreamed about your coming here and holding me. Telling me that… “

“That I love you? I think I do. I think about you all the time. Any dreams I had about the future have included you.”

“The future?” asked Quin. “I don’t think about the future. Not much, anyway.”

“But you’re smart. You always get good grades. You’re always on the honor roll. I always check. What kind of job do you want?”

“I just always figured I’d get a job where my father works, at the turkey place,” Quin looked away.

“Is that what you want, Quin? I mean, if that’s what you want, then that’s fine.”

“I worked there last summer. I modified their computer system to track the turkeys better. I’ve got ideas to barcode things so there’s less chance for error.”

“You’re kidding me? You’re not? You’re computerizing the turkey place? That’s fucking awesome, Quin. Wow. I didn’t even know you were interested in computers.”

“Yeah. I’ve checked out some books from the library and learned some database stuff. I’ve written some programs; I just don’t have a computer to test them on.” He grabbed a notebook from under his desk. “See what I’ve written.”

Grant scanned the notebook filled with computer code and diagrams. “This is so damn sexy, Quin. Looking at how smart you are is making me hard.”

“The chicken’s getting cold; let’s wash our hands. The bathroom is through there. Grant followed him, washed his hands, and came back to the box. He grabbed a tender and held it out for Quin. Wiggling it, he said, “Share this with me.”

Quin took a bite, and Grant ate a bite as well. Quin smiled a bit another piece, and Grant threw the last piece into his mouth.

“I want to share everything I have with you.”

“That’s a big statement, Grant. We haven’t finished high school yet.”

“It’s the way I feel,” Grant said as he moved closer to Quin. The two shared their first kiss. It was a closed-mouth kiss, but both were excited by the intimacy of it.

“I’m sorry I don’t have chairs. We could sit on the bed, but the box springs squeak.”

“Let’s pull the mattress on the floor.” He got up and grabbed one side of the mattress. Quin grabbed the other side, and they moved it onto the floor. They kicked off their shoes and sat in the center with the box of chicken.

Grant ate another tender before wiping his fingers and reaching to touch Quin’s crotch. “Did you ever suck anyone before?” he asked.

Quin shook his head. “You?”

“No. But I read about it. You have to make sure not to use your teeth. Slide your pants off.”

“I need to tell you something.” Quin pulled his knees to his chest and grabbed another tender.

Grant moved over to him and put his arm around his shoulders. “What is it? You can tell me.”

“My dick’s ugly.”

“I doubt it.”

“No, it is. It doesn’t look like the other guys’ dicks. That’s why I don’t shower after PE.”

“Well, I’m going to see it in a minute. Pull your pants down.”

Quin unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped. Grant grabbed the cuffs of his pants and pulled them off. Quin’s underwear was pulled half-way down, revealing a six-and-a-half-inch semi-hard uncut penis. Grant stared at it, and it became fully erect.

“Fuck, man. That’s an awesome dick. And it’s not circumcised; that’s fucking cool.” Grant lowered himself between Quin’s legs. Using his fingers, he moved the foreskin back and forth on the shaft. Quin trembled. Grant looked up at him. “This is a great dick. I love your foreskin.” He paused. “There’s only one first time, and this is ours.” Then he kissed the head of Quin’s cock, pushed his tongue out to rub across the bottom of the head, and wrapped his lips in a circle before sliding down the shaft. He took care to keep his teeth away.

Quin clenched his teeth together. The sensations emanating from his dick overpowered his brain. His eyes began to water. He made little whimpers, punched his hands into the mattress, and shot a stream of sperm into Grant’s mouth.

Grant jerked his head back and started laughing. Cum dripped from his chin.

“Oh, I’m sorry, shit. I didn’t mean…”

Wiping his face, Grant sat back. “Fuck, Quin, that was intense.”

Quin leaned forward to wipe the rest of his spunk from Grant’s face. Grant kissed him. “I didn’t mean to come so fast.”

“It’s OK, babe. I wasn’t expecting it either. But I guess it’s years of holding back the truth. This is the fun of being with you. You came so hard, too. I like your dick, Quin. It’s a great dick.”

“What about yours?” asked Quin.

“Mine’s begging to get out and visit you,” he laughed.

“Well, then let him out.”

Grant pulled off his shirt; Quin immediately kissed his chest. Grant moved his head down and met Quin’s lips.

“Stand up, Grant.”

Quin remained on his knees as Grant stood and unbuckled his pants. They slid down easily, and he stepped out of them.

“These need to come off, too,” said Quin as he pulled Grant’s underwear to his ankles. Grant’s cock was similar in size and shape to his own except that it was circumcised. Quin noticed the precum forming at the tip, and he stretched his tongue out to taste it. He noted that it matched the taste of his, and he moved closer to lick the head of his lover’s penis.

Grant moaned softly. “That’s fucking better than I imagined it.” As Quin ran his tongue roughly up and down the shaft and then plunged the hard cock into his mouth, the urge to come built up quickly for Grant as well. Grant fought that urge, but when Quin grabbed his ass and pulled the dick completely into his mouth, Grant grabbed Quin’s head and dumped his seed into Quin’s throat.

After his final thrust, Grant released Quin, who fell back on the bed and gasped for air.

“Fuck, babe, I didn’t realize what I was doing.”

Quin looked into his eyes. “If you’re trying to get me pregnant, you’re using the wrong hole.”

Grant pushed him backward, and the two laughed and kissed. “I’m still hungry; I want another piece of chicken.”

Quin sat up on his elbows. “I’ve got a gallon of your seed in my belly, but I could use another piece as well. Grant handed him one. They ate in silence as they locked eyes and smiled. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been,” said Quin. “And you’re the reason. Let’s take a shower and put Vaseline in our holes. I’m going to want to do everything with you tonight.”

Grant smiled broadly. “You’re the boss, Quin.”