I reached in my locker for deodorant and glanced at the picture pasted on the inside of the door; me, in full football uniform, holding my helmet at the side. Sean Mitchell, 18, Senior, 6-0, 198 pounds, it said. I weighed 215 now, but I guess I weighed 198 when the picture was taken. I wished they could add a couple of things, like nine-and-a-half- inch cock. Why not? There was no problem telling how big a girl's tits were, why not how big a guy was hung? Oh well....I smiled and put deodorant under my arms and down in my crotch. One more game before homecoming. Nail it, and we were home free with Cold Creek High the last game, and we would finish the season undefeated.

Toby Smith came back from the showers with his towel wrapped around his waist. He went to his locker, opposite mine and whipped the towel off to finish drying his hair.

'Think we're going to beat Harrison tonight?' he asked.

'I never think we're not going to win a game,' I said as I got a pair of clean briefs out of my locker.

'I guess that's what makes you the player you are,' he said.

His voice sounded more directed at me and I half turned to step into my shorts and pull them on. He had turned, too, and was looking at me. Watching me. I pulled my briefs up and pulled them out in front as I cupped my cock and balls in one hand and tucked it all inside. I let the waistband smack against my abs.

'You got any doubts?' I asked him.

He laughed. 'No reason why I should or shouldn't. I won't get in the game,' he said.

I felt sort of sad for him. He didn't play much. I wondered why he even went out for the team, but he liked football, and sports of any kind. And he tried. He tried hard. He just didn't have it.

'Next year is your year,' I said.

He laughed again. 'I've been telling myself that for two years now.'

'I've seen a lot of improvement in two years,' I said.

'Just not enough to get on the field,' he said.

'Mind if I give you some advice?' I asked. Without waiting for him to answer, I went on. 'Don't be so down on yourself. Be more positive about your abilities. Work on your weaknesses and build on your strengths. Show some confidence. Show it, and you're gonna feel it; feel it and you're gonna show it.'

He nodded as he pulled on his shorts. I looked at him, too. But not like he'd looked at me.

The victory over Harrison High wasn't an easy one but we pulled it out. But not without a price. Jimmy Conway got hurt and probably would not be playing against Cold Creek. They weren't that good, but Jimmy was a key player. It was unseasonably warm and most of us dressed in our athletic shorts and jerseys after the game for the ride back home. Three hours; it would be a good time to get some sleep.

Most everyone was on the bus when I got on. Mr. Jacobs was in the driver's seat, and Coach Edwards was standing outside the bus, waiting on the stragglers.

'Get your sorry butt in the bus, Mitchell,' he said jokingly as he smacked me on the butt.

It didn't mean anything, of course, but I always liked it when the coach smacked me on the butt. There was something so intimately macho about it. I filled the aisle way when I stepped up on the bus. I stood for a second, looking around, then went down the aisle, passing past a couple of guys who moved over to make room for me. Most guys took up a whole seat to themselves so they could stretch out for the long ride back and get some sleep. But invariably, there were guys who always made room for me beside them. I didn't know why I headed for the back of the bus that night except that if a guy was moving over for me he probably wanted to talk and I didn't feel all that conversational. Fate, I guess, that led me to the seat I took. Toby was in the next to last seat, in front of the long seat across the back where the equipment bags were stacked. The seat in front of him was empty and there were empty seats on the other side of the aisle. I could have taken one of them but I didn't.

'This seat taken?' I asked, standing beside his seat.

'No,' he replied.

I started to sit down. 'I like the window seat, if it's okay,' I said.

He looked at me, surprised. 'Sure, you can have it,' he said as he got up and moved out of the seat. I slid in to the window seat and he sat down beside me. I guess he might have thought it strange that I wanted to sit beside him when there were empty seats all around us, but I felt kind of sorry for him, always sitting in back, usually by himself, and especially tonight after he didn't get in the game again. Okay, there was another reason that reared its ugly head as I was moving down the aisle and saw him back there by himself.

After a lot of thought and consideration and pondering, I was almost certain that Toby was gay, or at least leaned in that direction. And lately, I had a good idea that he knew I thought that. Nothing had ever been said between us but it was just the way he looked at me, and other guys too, but mostly at me. And I was sure he'd lifted one of my jockstraps just a couple of weeks ago. Maybe not, but it was there one minute, laying in a rumpled heap on the floor, and minutes later, when I started to pick it up, it was gone and he was sitting right there within easy reach of it. I didn't make an issue of it, because I couldn't be sure it was him who took it. But I was. Still, I didn't want to embarrass him. The real reason I wanted to sit beside Toby, even though we were surrounded by empty seats, was to find out for sure about him, and see if we might get something going. I wasn't gay far from it but I was curious.

When Toby sat back down, our knees touched and he pulled his away. I didn't move my leg. Our shoulders touched--we've both got broad shoulders--and again, it was him that moved away. The bus roared to life and we rumbled out of the parking lot, on our way home. I settled back in my seat with my right knee cocked up and pressed against the back of the seat in front of me, my other leg splayed out. Again, my bare knee touched Toby's knee and this time he didn't move it. He settled back in his seat as if he hadn't even noticed.

We didn't talk. Maybe because we couldn't talk about what was on our minds; I wondered if he was having the same thoughts I was. If maybe my coming back to sit with him had somehow connected with his radar.

'You were pretty fuckin' awesome out there tonight,' Toby said finally in a quiet tone, as if he were sharing a secret.

'No more than anybody else,' I said.

'Your modesty becomes you,' he said.

I guessed he wanted to talk. I didn't mind. I know, I didn't want to get in a conversation with any of the rest of the guys, but talking to Toby might bring something out in the open. Our bare knees were rubbing together with the jostling of the bus, and if a little conversation would warm things up between us, I could talk.

'Hey, did you talk to the recruiters the other day when they were at school?' he asked.

'Yeah,' I said.

'Did you decide anything yet?'

'Nothing definite, but if I go in, it'll be the Marines,' I said.

'My dad was a Marine,' he said. 'I know he would like for me to join, but I don't know if I've got what it takes.'

'You're putting yourself down again,' I said.

'No, just facing facts. It takes balls to be a Marine.'

'Last time I looked, earlier today, in fact, you still had your balls,' I said.

'I don't know, I might,' he said. 'Was your dad in the Marines?'

'No. Army. But I figured I would look better in the Marine uniform,' I said.

'You would look good in any uniform,' he said.

Suddenly I sensed that our knees weren't just rubbing together from the movement of the bus; it felt like he was pressing his knee against mine a little. I wasn't sure but I pressed back, just a little, just to make sure. It was certain, then, when he pressed back, a little harder. Suddenly, the conversation ended and we were engulfed in our own little realm of silence, our bodies doing the talking for us. The pressure on our knees continued, first him, then me. Then I felt his hand on the side of my bare thigh. Nothing blatant, just laid between our legs so it be in contact with mine. I sort of nudged my thigh against his hand, like I was shifting in my seat. He squeezed his hand into a fist and flexed his fingers several times. I responded by flexing my thigh muscles against his hand. I didn't know where it was going, what might or could transpire on the bus, but we were heading somewhere in the direction I wanted to go, whether there on the bus, or later.

Suddenly, Toby laid his hand on my thigh, wide open, his thick fingers spread across my thigh. I flexed my leg muscles and he squeezed back. I raised my left arm and laid it across the back of the seat behind him. I didn't touch him, just laid it there, sort of a gesture of encouragement. It was enough. Encouraged, his hand moved higher up on my thigh, toward my crotch, till he encountered the leg of my shorts. I kept flexing my thigh muscles for him. He slipped his fingers up inside the leg of my shorts but didn't go any further. I tapped my foot on the floor, making my thigh bounce under his hand. He was barely inches from my jock, but I didn't think he could reach it; my shorts fit too tight around my thighs. Finally, he pulled his fingers out of my shorts and made his final move. He clasped his hand over the front of my shorts, gently squeezing my manhood. I hunkered myself up into his hand. He kept squeezing and I felt my cock coming alive. I started squirming my butt in the seat, anxious for him to proceed. I still didn't know how far he would take it; maybe he would jack me off or something. We could do that without being noticed. At the very least, I wanted to feel his hand around my bare cock.

'Dam!' he whispered as he felt my cock expanding in his hand and explored my size.

He squeezed my crotch for several miles, till my cock was bone hard, begging to get out, aching to be caressed by another guy's hand, but I was afraid he wasn't going to take it past feeling me up through my shorts. Finally, I took the initiative; I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of my shorts and raised my butt up out of the seat and shoved them down to my knees. My jockstrap bulged mightily with my hardon. Toby clasped his hand over it.

'Geezussss!' he swore again as he was more able to judge my size.

I leaned over and whispered, 'Take it out if you want.'

He didn't hesitate. He groped inside the side of the pouch and touched my man flesh. It was the first time anybody except a few girls, had touched my cock. He encircled it with his fingers as far as they would reach and began struggling to set it free. I reached down and stretched my jockstrap out to the side and he pulled my cock out.

'Motherfuck!' he swore again softly as he began exploring my cock, up and down the shaft, and squeezing it to try to get his fingers to touch, but they wouldn't. 'Fuck, man, I knew you were big, but this is huge!'

'Yeah....we gotta be quiet,' I whispered.

He moved his hand up and down the shaft, still exploring, as if he couldn't believe what he had in his hand. His fingers wrapped around the head and he felt the slickness of my precome oozing out. I humped my butt in the seat, shoving my cock up and down through his fist and he took his cue and picked up a jacking motion. At least he was jacking me off. I could only hope for more. If he really was gay....hell, he had to be gay, why else would he be sitting there with my cock in his hand. Still, I was fighting off images of me doing the same thing to him, and I knew I wasn't gay. But if Toby was gay, maybe he would go down on me. That would be the real test. I'd never been a homophobe, and I was hoping he was gay. It would be great to have a buddy to give me head on a regular basis.

It was such a short distance between his mouth and my cock; less than two feet. I tried to will it to happen....just lean over...lean down....open up and take it, I thought real hard. Maybe he was scared. Maybe he didn't know for sure if he was gay and he was afraid to find out. Maybe he was scared of the size of my cock. I wanted to tell him he didn't have to take the whole thing in his mouth. Just the head. Just wrap those big, full lips around the head of my cock and slurp it with your tongue! Then my arm accidentally touched his shoulder. It was all the encouragement he needed. He looked around at me with the saddest eyes then bent down and took my cock in his mouth.

'Oooohhhhhhh!' I gasped softly before I caught myself. Toby twisted his head with my cock still in his mouth and frowned. I nodded that I would keep quiet. It was hard to do, when he started moving his mouth up and down on my cock and slurping all around the head with his tongue, just like I wanted.

'Ohh, Fuckkk!' I whispered under my breath. I put my hand on the top of his head, not to force him down on my cock, but just to let him know I liked what he was doing; as if he couldn't tell from my cock throbbing in his mouth, and it must've been boiling precome. He wrapped his fist around the base of my cock and began working it up and down. I thought he was probably forming a barrier with his hand so I wouldn't force my cock into his throat. Bad as I wanted him to take it all the way, I wouldn't do that to him. For one thing, he would probably start gagging and everybody would hear. He was squeezing my cock as he moved his fist upward, forcing out more precome that he lapped up with his tongue. He liked the stuff!

The bus rumbled through the night and the tires bumping over the rough highway only added to the pleasure Toby was giving me. I could feel his spit running down over my balls and I was glad I'd shoved my shorts and jockstrap down so they wouldn't get wet. I didn't know if this was the first time Toby had ever sucked cock, but if it was, he was a natural. I couldn't set still in the seat. I gazed out the window into the night, trying to pretend there was nothing going on, just in case somebody looked back, and also trying to squelch the climax that kept raging in my nuts, threatening to go off. Fuck, I didn't want to come yet. I wanted this to go on the whole trip home.

Toby was massaging and mauling my balls and suddenly I felt his fingers sliding along the crack of my ass. I didn't know what he was doing but it felt good so I didn't stop him. I didn't know I had any feelings down there. I jumped but again I didn't stop him when the tip of his finger touched my asshole, slick with his spit. It felt good. I clenched my butt muscles tight to prevent him from doing what I thought he was about to do like, shove his finger in my ass but his fingers were too slick. Then I didn't care. He rubbed my asshole with the tip of his finger and I started squirming around on it. I still didn't know where it was headed but suddenly I wished he would rub harder and maybe shove his finger up into my ass where there was suddenly an awful itch that I'd never felt before that needed to scratched. I'd never had a thought like that before in my life, but his finger was feeling so good and I couldn't help thinking that it would feel even better up inside me. I spread my legs apart a little and relaxed my butt muscles to let him know it was okay to go ahead and do whatever he had in mind.

As if on cue, Toby shoved his finger through my tight, wet asshole. I winced and instinctively reached down to grab his wrist but I didn't pull his hand away. As he wriggled the first knuckle of his finger around inside my ass I let go of his wrist. It felt good. He shoved deeper, up to the second knuckle I guessed, still wriggling his finger around. Goddd, it felt good! I wanted more. I bore my ass against his hand and he shoved his finger in as deep as it would go and started twisting it around. Fuuuck!! What the hell was there inside my ass that made it feel so good? He was still sucking my cock and gouging his finger around in my ass and I was going nuts, squirming around on his hand. Suddenly he touched something that made my eyes pop out and my mouth fly open.

Geezuss! Oh, fuck! Ohhhhhhhh! I managed to stifle my gasp. I didn't let any of the sounds out, but I was screaming them inside my head as I clamped my mouth over the heel of my hand. I'd never felt anything so wonderful in my life. Every time he touched the spot I wanted to scream. I leaned my head down behind the seat and clamped my mouth harder around the heel of my hand. I was almost biting myself to keep from crying out. He kept sucking my cock and now he was fucking me with his finger; literally fucking me. I tried desperately to block out the incredible feelings, to keep from going off but it was useless. I couldn't hold it back. He was going to make me come! Finally, I had no choice but to let myself go. I squirmed and actually bounced up and down on his finger and leaned down and whispered that I was gonna come. He nodded and kept sucking my cock and prodding my ass harder with his finger. I gripped the seat in front of me in order to hang on to my sanity. I leaned down again.

'I'm coming!' I whispered as a warning.

He slathered my cock again with his tongue then quickly got off of it, still probing my ass with his finger, harder now. I had a panicked image of my cock exploding and sending torrents of semen sailing up to the top of the bus and splattering all over the window, and both of us, and making a mess that would be impossible to explain. At the last second I had the good sense to shove my cock down so it was sticking straight out between my legs, pointed at the back of the seat in front of us. And just in time. I practically lurched off the seat when the first salvo shot out and hit the back of the seat with a loud splat. Then another, and another, and more, till I had whitewashed the back of the seat and there were little rivers of semen running down. I spread my feet apart so it wouldn't run down and drip onto my shoes. I didn't think I was going to stop coming. I didn't know where it was all coming from. I realized then that the intensity was caused by Toby's finger squeezing and massaging that certain spot inside of me. My nuts were finally empty and aching for more but I couldn't stand any more. If he didn't stop I was going to scream for mercy.

Finally, I grabbed his wrist again and urged him to stop. He eased off, then came to a stop but held his finger inside me for a moment, till I urged him to pull it out. He raised up and pressed back against the seat. I leaned over against the side of the bus, gazing out the window, gasping as quietly as I could for my breath. We sat there for a moment.

'Maybe we ought to move,' Toby whispered. He got up and moved up one seat on the other side of the aisle. I sat there for a moment longer, thinking I ought to move, too but I wasn't sure my legs would carry me even to the next seat. Finally, I scooted across the seat, careful to avoid the mess on the back of the seat, and pulled my jock and shorts up. Then I moved to the next seat up, across from Toby. We didn't say anything for the rest of the trip home. We only looked at each other and smiled. There was still an incredible itch way up inside me, and the spot; the thing he touched up in there was still throbbing.

When the bus pulled into parking lot behind the school, Toby quickly got up and stood in the aisle at the long rear seat and began handing off the athletic bags, so nobody would come back and see the mess I'd made.

'Geezuss, what the hell is that smell,' somebody asked as he was taking his bag. 'Fuck, it smells like come.'

'You must not have got your hand wiped off,' Toby joked, and nobody else made any remarks about it.

Toby and I were the last to pick up our bags. He handed mine to me.

'Do you think we ought to try to clean it up? I could use a t-shirt or something,' I asked quietly.

'No, it would attract too much attention. It'll dry,' he said.

So we let it go and exited the bus. I hoped to hell it dried before anybody used that seat. Or, if not, that nobody remembered that me and Toby were the last ones to sit there. Everybody was walking to their cars. Toby lingered back for a moment and when he looked at me with those eyes then started to walk away I stopped him.

'Hey, do you wanta go get a bite to eat and a coke or something? I can bring you back to get your car,' I said.

'Yeah. Sure.'

We walked to my car and tossed our bags in the back seat.

'Hey, thanks, for that in the bus,' I said as I climbed in and started up the car.

'No, don't thank me,' he said, walking around to the other side.

'Okay, sorry, I won't thank you.'

'No, I mean, I got something out of it too,' he said.

'Okay. I don't understand that, but if you did, I'm glad,' I said.

'All you have to understand is, that was the most incredible thing that ever happened to me,' he said.

'Oh, Yeah? Me, too.'

'Seriously?' he asked.

'Dam straight,' I assured him.

'Serious enough that you would want to do it again sometime?'

'Anytime you want. Anytime,' I said. 'Could I ask you something?'


'Was that your first time....doing that?'

'Yes,' he said.

'Wow! You sure seemed to know what you were doing.....with your finger and all. Godd, you about drove me out of my skull. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. I think I left teeth marks on the heel of my hand.'

'I'm glad I was that good,' he said. 'Was it your first time?'

'Yes and no,' I replied.

'What do you mean?'

'Yes, I've had my cock sucked a few times, by girls who tried it, but they didn't measure up to you. But it was the first time a guy sucked me.' I slowed the car about two blocks from the fast food drive-in. 'Are you really hungry?' I asked him.

'What're you asking?' he asked with a sly grin.

'Do you wanta drive out to the country?'


I drove out of town and turned onto a country road. I went a few miles and turned into a grove of trees.

'Do you know this place? Is it safe?' Toby asked.

'Yeah. My uncle owns it,' I said. 'There's a place about a hundred yards through the trees, down by the creek. We can strip down.'

'If you're dam sure its safe. I don't want to get caught and word get around about me,' he said.

'If we get caught, word will get around about both of us,' I said.

'No, I'll be the one with a cock in my mouth,' he said.

'So will I,' I said as I climbed out of the car.

He got out too and he looked at me over the top of the car.

'You wanta repeat that?' he said.

'I said, so will I. If anybody comes up on us, I'll take your cock in my mouth so you're not left hanging alone.'

He stared at me. 'I believe you would,' he said.

'If I said it, I'll do it. But don't worry, nobody's gonna come back here, so don't get your hopes up. Now, you wanta get naked with me?'

'Sounds like fun,' he said as he started taking off his clothes. He was naked before I was, and seeing him there in the moonlit darkness, it was like I was seeing him for the first time. Fuck, he was cute, and built! I especially noticed his butt when he walked over and laid his clothes beside the car.

'Fuck, man, you've got a great ass,' I said. I didn't mean anything by it except as a compliment.

'You wanta fuck it?' he asked.

I was stunned out of my head. Even thinking he was gay, I'd never given a thought that he would turn his ass for somebody to fuck.

'Shit, are you serious?' I asked as I peeled my shorts down and stepped out of them.

He bent over the front of my car and sprawled out across the hood to show me he was serious. My eyes were glued to his butt now.

I started pulling on my cock and took a couple of steps toward him. I half expected him to raise up and laugh and tell me he was joking but instead he cocked one foot up on the bumper to sort of spread his butt apart.

'Have you ever done this before?' I asked.

'No, but there's gotta be a first time for everything, and I would just as soon the first time be with you,' he said.

My cock was hard in my fist by now, and throbbing, as if each pulsation was drawing me closer to his tight, round butt.

'Won't it hurt?' I asked him.

'Probably,' he said.

'Your finger didn't hurt,' I said.

'There's a whale of a big difference between my finger and your cock! But I figure if my finger felt that good for you, your cock is gonna feel great for me,' he said as he spat in his hand and applied it between his buns.

'If it does hurt, or you wanta stop, just tell me,' I said. I took up a stance behind him and aimed my cock at his crack. I spat on my cock for lube and parted his taut butt muscles with it. The head zeroed in on the heat of his asshole and I could feel it clenching against my cock; couldn't tell if it was anxious, or trying to push me away. He took a firm stance too, and I put some pressure on. I could feel the pit of his ass stretching but he wasn't opening up. I pushed harder but nothing happened.

'Are you sure this is going to work? I think I'm too big,' I said.

'You gotta push harder. There's no way my asshole can hold up against your stiff cock if you push hard enough,' he said.

He was right. I gripped his hipbones and shoved hard and he pushed back and his asshole spread open....burst apart was more like it....and suddenly I was inside him. His powerful sphincter muscle squeezed my cock so hard I thought he would squeeze the head off.

'AAAwwwhhhhh!' he cried out, tossing his head back in agony.

'That hurt?' I asked, stupidly.

'Oh, Goddd, nothing ever hurt worse!' he gasped. The leg he was standing on was trembling.

'Want me to pull out?'

'No! No, I don't want to go through this again,' he gasped. 'Just let me get used to it.'

I waited while the head of my cock throbbed just inside his hot, moist hole. After a moment his leg stopped shaking.

'You doing okay?' I asked.

'Yeah, give me some more,' he said.

I shoved another couple of inches of cock in him and he took it okay except for a little moan.

'More?' I asked.

'Yes. Its feeling good now, I just had to get used to my ass being stretched. Give me all of it.'

I did as he told me. I shoved the remaining three or four inches through his hole and he yelled again when I ran into something, like I'd hit bottom.

'Ohh, Fuck! That was a mistake!' he gasped.

'You know how big I am,' I said.

'Yeah, but I didn't know there was so much stuff inside me that you would have to shove out of the way.'

'I think I went past it,' I said.

'Or through it,' he said.

'Are you okay, do you want me to fuck you now?'

'Yeah, but take it easy till you gouge out a place for it to call home,' he said.

He started responding almost immediately when I started fucking him. I was sailing in a cloud of lust when suddenly I froze with the flashlight shining in my eyes.


'Uncle Mark!!' I gasped.

'What the hell's going on?' he asked, moving the beam all over our naked bodies, focusing in on where we were joined. 'Geezusss!' he swore when he saw what we were doing.

I was so surprised I couldn't say anything but my mind was reeling. I was between a rock and a hard place. I could defend myself by making light of the fact that I was fucking another guy in the ass, thereby shifting the blame all onto Toby. Or I could be a man of my word and do what I'd told Toby I would do if we got caught. Toby had inched up across the hood of my car to extract my cock from his ass and I pulled back to disengage complete. My cock bolted upright and quivered and throbbed in the bright beam of the flashlight that my uncle kept focused on it. I had the fleeting thought that Uncle Mark held the light on my cock for a bit too long.

I couldn't imagine it in a million years, me going down on another guy and I don't know why in hell I said it. But I did, and Toby was looking at me, helpless as a deer in the headlights, looking for me to come to his rescue.

'So now you know,' I said finally.

'What is it that I'm supposed to know....just so I know?' Uncle Mark asked.

I sighed and moved over beside Toby and put my arm across his shoulder and reached for his steely-hard cock with my other hand. I heard his quiet sigh of relief.

'About me.....about us,' I said as I rather awkwardly jacked Toby's cock.

'What about you? Us?' Mark asked.

'It should be pretty obvious, isn't it,' I said, letting go of Toby's cock. I figured I'd done enough to convince Uncle Mark that it was mutual between me and Toby.

'Are you saying you take turns? You let him fuck you?' Mark asked.

'No,' I replied, too quickly. 'No, not...not yet,' I said. A little bit of me was angry that Toby didn't jump in and say that he was the only one who was gay and I was only trying to come to his rescue. Would it be so hard to tell the truth?

'That true? He's never let you fuck him?' Uncle Mark asked Toby.

'No, he....he hasn't advanced that far, we....we just started...I mean, we don't have a lot of experience,' Toby stammered.

'How much experience do you have?' he asked me.

Oh, Godd, don't make me say it! Dammit, speak up, Toby! Say something! I screamed in silence. When I didn't answer right away, Uncle Mark directed his question to Toby.

'How much experience does he have?' he asked him.

'He's only....the only thing he's ever done is....is give me head,' Toby said.

Fuck! How could he say that! How could he do this to me!

'That right, nephew?' Mark asked. 'Are you sucking cock, for real?'

There were two answers on the tip of my tongue. Yes. And, no, Uncle Mark, we're just fuckin' with your head. But then he challenged me.

'Show me,' he said.

I blinked. 'What?'

'Show me,' he said again. 'If I'm gonna believe you've turned gay on me, you're gonna have to show me.'

I looked at Toby with a look of helplessness, a look of pleading. Dammit, don't make me do it. Tell him I'm not gay. But there was only his steady gaze; a silent pleading. He was holding me to my word; he fully expected me to do what I said I would do. I shifted my weight a couple of times in a moment of indecision. I felt like I was being given a choice of jumping into a live volcano or falling on a spear. In the end I couldn't break my word. I moved in front of Toby and went to his knees and took his cock in my mouth, almost in one fluid motion. I think if I'd hesitated, I wouldn't have done it.

'Well, Geezussss Fuck!' Uncle Mark swore as I made a half-assed awkward attempt at sucking my teammate's cock. 'If I didn't see it, I wouldn't fuckin' believe it.'

I stood up. 'I don't know if I'm gay, but I'm curious enough to want to find out about things,' I told him. 'You won't tell anybody, will you, Uncle Mark? Please? It would kill mom and dad if they found out, and my reputation would be shot.'

He stood there shaking his head in disbelief, and I think, trying to figure out what he would do with what he now knew about me. Suddenly, Toby spoke up.

'Okay, we've carried this far enough,' he said, holding his hands up defensively. 'Your nephew isn't gay. He's as straight as a poker. I'm the one who's gay, and the only one.'

'You don't know how bad I wanta believe that, but I just saw him on his knees with your cock in his mouth,' Uncle Mark said.

'Because that's what he said he would do if we got caught,' Toby said. 'I was worried that it wasn't safe back here but he assured me it was. He was so sure that he said if anybody came up on us that he would take my cock in his mouth. Trust me, he's so straight, he squeaks when he walks. He is also a man of his word.'

Uncle Mark seemed to be having to think about it.

'Its true,' I said. 'That's the first time I ever did anything like that.'

'You would've walked out of here letting me think you were gay, just to protect him,' he said finally.


'Well,' he said, nodding. 'You've got one hell of a good friend here,' he told Toby.

'I know.'

He nodded again, as if he were giving his nod of approval. 'Well, we can't pretend this never happened. At least, I can't. But from now on, why don't you drive up the back forty, Sean, and you guys climb the fence and go up in the hayloft. It'd be a lot safer up there. And a lot warmer in chilly weather.'

I smiled then broke out laughing. 'Thanks, Uncle Mark, you're the greatest,' I said.

'Sorry I interrupted you,' he said. 'Why don't you get in your car and cut through here to the back forty and go on up in the loft and finish what you were doing before you both come down with a bad case of blue balls.'

I wanted to hug him but I didn't think he would appreciate it after what he'd just witnessed, and I was naked. He waved us off and turned and walked back toward the house.

'Your uncle is one cool dude,' Toby said as he walked around to his side of the car.

'Yeah, I didn't know how cool,' I agreed as I climbed into the driver seat.

I drove the rest of the way along the fencerow and turned to drive along the back of the field and into the back forty. There I parked the car in the grove of pines where it wouldn't be seen and we climbed out, grabbed out clothes.

'Careful your balls,' I said as we climbed the fence. I led the way across the grassy lot and let us into the barn. I knew my way without any light and quickly found the ladder leading up into the loft. I went up first then pulled Toby up. We walked over to the big hay door that opened up toward the back of the farm. The moon shone in so we could see each other clearly.

'Thanks for that back there....bailing me out,' I said huskily.

'It was the least I could do; you were going to bail me out. I couldn't let your uncle think you were something you're not,' he said.

'Well, thanks.'

'Well, do you feel like finishing what you started?' Toby asked.

'Uhh....if you mean going down on you.....'

'No. I don't think I've officially been fucked yet.'

I looked at him, the tingling in my loins causing my cock to come to life again. I glanced at his cock then up at him, then let my eyes rake over his body. His cock was sticking up at a sharp angle, throbbing so hard it quivered when it shot upward, and I could see precome oozing out of the head, glistening in the bright moonlight. I found myself wondering what it tasted like; remembered how Toby had slurped mine. Finally, I dropped my clothes in front of him and knelt down on them.

'What're you doing?' he asked, surprised

I knelt there, gazing up at his big, steely cock. 'What I told Uncle Mark about not being sure....about being curious. I never got a chance to really satisfy my curiosity,' I said as I wrapped my fist around his cock.

'Ohhhhhh fuck...awwwwh, Sean,' he moaned as I pulled his cock down and took in my mouth.

I explored every pulse, every inch, every vein of his hard cock with my mouth and tongue. Not being gay, I wondered why it felt so good in my mouth. Toby put his hands on my head and gently eased me back.

'Listen, you don't have to do this but if you're going to, lets do it together,' he said. With that he came down to his knees with me and guided me to lie down with him; head to toe.

'Hey, isn't this what they call a sixty nine?' I asked.

'Yeah,' he said as he took my cock in his mouth, and I moaned around his.

He was better at it than I was, and I found myself following his lead, using the motions and techniques on him that he was using on me. He had one hand clasped around my butt and there was still that itch up inside me. I reached back and guided his fingers between my butt muscles.

'MMnnnnm,' he moaned around my cock as he found and began probing my asshole again.

'Uunnhhhhhh!' I groaned louder around his cock when his finger shoved through and went directly to my prostate. I let go of his cock and tossed my head back. 'Ohh, Goddd!' I moaned loudly. 'Fuck, that feels incredible!'

Toby raised up from my cock. 'Listen, I know you're not gay, but if you ever get curious enough and want to find out what it's like to get fucked, I'll be glad to show you,' he said.

'I might just do that,' I said.



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