Outed

When Stu had exited the shower earlier, he’d dragged on a pair of board shorts, out of habit. Taking up residence on his bed, he hadn’t thought a second about it. As Tim rose to join him on top of the mattress, removing his friend’s body of the fabric, was all he could think about.

As Stu lay, Tim reached and slipped the shorts downwards. Stu’s cock, initially caught in the descent, flicked free and snapped upwards. As the teenager tossed the annoying garment to the floor, he nestled himself between Stu’s now wide stretched legs.

“You ready to not be a virgin?” he asked as he gently took the shaft before him, and bent it downwards towards his open, eager mouth. Stu nodded wildly, hardly believing what was unfolding around him. He was going to get his cock sucked!

Tim closed his lips around the rod he’d taken control of. He planned to suck this guy crazy. As he lowered his mouth around the thick veined shaft, Stu saw more and more of his meat disappearing. The feeling was truly excellent, the moist warm vacuum was something he could hardly describe. He hardened to become the steel only youth can generate.

Tim reached up and gently started to tease the underside of Stu’s balls. Stu whimpered with this new development as Tim slowly widened, then shrank the circles his finger lightly traced.  Feeling his crutch overloaded with stimulation, Stu was at a loss to know what to do with his hands. Unsure, he stretched forward and with care, lowered them to the back of Tim’s head. He watched as they rose and fell in the same rhythm that was sending his cock crazy. Suddenly he felt the first stirrings of his imminent release.

Oh my god, I’m going to blow, he thought, frustrated it hadn’t been longer.

“Dude, I’m going to cum. Dude!” he declared, urgently. Tim slowed and released the cock from his mouth. As the glistening shaft came into view, he took its base in his left fist and worked it up and down with slow deliberate torment. At the same time, he twisted his body sideways and started jerking his own rock-hard meat. He was going to blow as well!

As Stu felt his release coming, his spine tensed. A second later his back arched as his load exploded from his cock. Overwhelmed with the high, he collapsed to the mattress, breathless. A second later Tim’s load erupted, spraying his stomach and dripping to the bed sheets.

“That was amazing!” Stuart finally declared. “I don’t think I’ve ever blown like that.” Tim smiled, still recovering.

They lay intertwined long enough for their cum to cool.

“We’d better clean up.” Suggested Tim, as he rose to sit on the bed edge. “I’m going to shower again.”

“Same, my jizz is everywhere.” Stu smiled.

As the steamy water cascaded over Tim’s form, Stu watched through the glass of the shower recess. The experience had an undercurrent of newness; it was oddly like he was seeing his friend’s body for the first time. Tim’s sporting schedule, had muscled his frame in all the right places, this guy was hot! He turned his gaze to partly take in the mirror. Quietly checking his own biceps, chest and legs, he acknowledged the pair were almost body doubles.

Tim had slightly fairer hair, where Stu was a medium brown. It gave the impression he had more body hair, when really, they were both lightly dusted. As Tim turned under the flow, Stu examined his current area of excited focus, he visually took in his friends’ cock and balls.

Post erection, Tim’s meat remained pumped. It now hung down, gently curved along its resting five-inch length. Stu realised he was admiring its shape and the way his foreskin covered the cock’s slightly bulbous head. Where had these new perspectives come from? It felt like a whirl wind had crazily swept through his reality, tossing his old ‘truths’ aside like autumn leaves on a footpath.

It was so confusing. He’d sucked a guy’s cock and liked it, no, not liked. He’d loved every part of the experience. Then, when he’d had the favour returned, it was like the most natural extension of himself he’d ever felt. Although part of him was claiming to be confused, deep down, his inner voice had already moved on. He was gay.

“Stuart Bolton.” he heard in the distance. Stu snapped out of his internal thoughts, how long had he ‘been away’? “Are you alright man?” Tim asked from the open recess door, water splashing to the tiled floor.

When Stu finally looked up, Tim saw the guy had serious moisture in the corners of his eyes.

“Dude, I’m gay.” He said, over the noise of the running water. Tim simply reached out and pulled him into the glass box. “I’m not sure what to do?” he continued, head down. Tim gripped him around the chest, pinning his arms to his side in a light bear hug.

“I think I’m gay too,” assured Tim. “but, I feel really light,” he added. “It’s weird, I didn’t know I was feeling heavy before.” Stu looked up, his eyes flickering as the water splashed. Tim felt the guys chest relax. “I don’t know about you, but I figure we’re in this together.” Stu put his arms around the guy and hugged back. “And, I don’t just mean this shower.” Stu looked up, confused.

“You dick.” He said lightly as he tried to push his friend away. Tim wouldn’t have any part of it, he hugged tighter. As Stu stopped his struggle, they locked eyes, and kissed.

* * *

The days revelations had been an emotional drain. So much so that when the boys finally made it to bed, they slept in deep, dreamless slumber.

When the clock had ticked past nine and the two previous breakfast calls had gone unanswered, Kevin ventured upstairs to investigate. Light taps on Stuart’s bedroom door resulted in naught.

As the father pushed the door open, he found Tim’s trundle messed but unoccupied. Instead, both lads were fast asleep on Stu’s bed. Stu was mostly under a sheet, Tim lay in his now usual naked state, atop of the covers.

Why do these kids play video games all-night? Kevin asked himself. They’re dead to the world. He’d put their breakfasts in the fridge and head to the market alone.

An hour later, both boys occupied the breakfast nook as they shoveled down their microwaved meals. Fuck, they were famished. A search for left over pizza had only found empty boxes. Bummer.

“Sorry I was weird in the bathroom last night.” Stu started, “this stuff between us is just like something I never expected.” Tim shrugged.

“I’ve felt something was out of sync for a while, just didn’t want to think about it.” He replied. “I feel better now though.” Stu just nodded.

“You know,” Stu began, “you don’t have to finish the nudist ‘pain’. Last night was too full on, that Roy guy was a jerk.”

“He was,” Agreed Tim, “I don’t know why I kept calling him Sir? Was almost like it was expected?”

“I don’t know why Dad hangs with him,” said Stu. Tim shrugged.

“Getting back to what you said about the pain,” Tim started. “We’ve never let each other out of a pain before.” He said, then paused. “I don’t want things to change too much.”

“Dude, I think things have already changed.” Replied Stu.

“Yeah, I know. But you know what I mean.” Countered Tim.

“Ok, if you want.” Surrendered Stu, ‘I just thought the pizza session was ‘out there’.”

“It was terrifying when your dad called me into the kitchen.” Reflected Tim, “then, bang, I’m on ‘display’ and doing junk out handstands. What the fuck?” he drew breath, “When I got the hard-on, I wanted to crawl under the table.”

“It was pretty funny, really.” Smiled Stu.

“See! That’s your normal response.” Confirmed Tim. Stu just nodded as he stuffed another slice of toast into his mouth. “Anyway, the guys teased me a bit and suddenly everything was normal, like I was clothed. It’s been the same every time I’ve been nude here.”

“What do you mean?” Asked Stu, curious.

“Well, it starts off weird, then before I know it, no one notices. Not even me.”

“That is pretty strange.” Reflected Stu. “I mean sitting here now, I haven’t even noticed you’re nude.”

“I will say one thing though.” Said Tim after a pause.

“What’s that?”

“If last night’s pizza stuff hadn’t have happened.” He continued. “Maybe we wouldn’t have sucked dicks?”

Just as they finished cleaning up, Kevin arrived back with half a dozen shopping bags crammed full. As the trio stacked the fridge and pantry, Stu turned to his father.

“Why doesn’t any of your team ever interrupt Roy when he’s speaking?”

“What do you mean?” asked Kevin.

“Your team cut across each other all the time.” Said Stu. “Last night was typical, no one could get a word in edgewise.” He continued. “Except when Roy speaks.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” replied Trevor. “Roy is a complex guy.”

“Instructing Tim to do handstands was odd.” Offered Stu. “Why is he on the team?”

“Roy can be direct, even rude.” Kevin acknowledged. “But, he’s good insurance, he’s a handy man to know.” It was Stu’s turn to shrug. Adults were weird.

* * *

Unusually, this week’s game was rostered for Sunday. Stu and Tim turned up early and were still growled at by Coach. It turned out to be a grueling match, which was made all the more intense by a torrential ten-minute rain event just before half time. The ground became a quagmire with every foot fall, a step in to an uncertain foundation. Scoring became a slugging match.

Eventually the boy’s team sneaked ahead, the last ten minutes an exercise in defending the slender lead. When the final hooter sounded, almost every player on both sides crashed to the ground seeking recovery.

After the game, the team crowded into the changing rooms to listen to the coach’s wrap up. Surrounded by his mud caked players, the coach conceded it was a good win in difficult conditions. Such praise was almost unprecedented, team spirit lifted immediately. The crew broke into the club’s anthem, it was a great day.

In the chaos of the packed gang showers that followed, Tim and Stuart lost each other. They later recanted how they found themselves discretely accessing their fellow team mates differently than previous. Bodies shapes, and how well endowed the players were, became an interesting assessment exercise. Tim couldn’t swear to it, but he was sure he felt someone feel his arse. Maybe it was just a team mate teasing him?

“Wow, that was a tough game,” said Stu, as they walked back from the bus stop. “I’m going to be sore tomorrow, I can already tell.”

“That’s four wins in a row now, it means we’ll definitely be playing in the finals,” predicted Tim, “we may even finish top two.”

“Did you see how many people are suddenly turning up to training,” quizzed Stu, “now that we’re playing finals, competition for a team spot will be red hot.”

“Yeah, but we’ve played every game, we’ve earnt our places.” Said Tim.

“Are you going to play at college?” Asked Tim.

“Probably,” he replied. “Worthington has a pretty good team, and I want to keep fit.”

“You sure its not to look at a new range of unseen cock?” Laughed Tim.

“Well,’ answered Stu, thinking, “there is that going for it.” Both smiled as they turned into the driveway.

With the physical exertions of the day taking their toll, play between the boys that night was limited to a light kiss in their bathroom before they hit their beds. They again slept like logs.

* * *

School over the next week for Stuart and Tim was a mix of final year assignments, and their new reality seeping into what used to be ordinary. For example, they found they were quietly excited to see each other in their shared classes.

Every night was a different story, this new chapter of their lives had to be explored. As they finished dinner on Thursday, they found themselves alone in the kitchen, washing the last of their dinner plates. Kevin had departed just as they had started the meal he prepared. He was eating out.

“I see Dad doesn’t look twice now if you start to firm in the dick department.” Said Stu as he handed the last dish to Tim to dry. The boy blushed a little.

“I don’t get mega hard, not like when we’re up in the room playing.” He defended. “but, I’m thinking of that, when I start to wood up.”

“Me too.” Confessed Stu. “When you were rubbing your foot on my junk under the table last night, I thought I was going to blow.”

“That was the aim.” Smiled Tim.

“We’re getting really good at sucking dick!” declared Stu. “I can almost deep throat every time.”

“My throat isn’t so sore anymore.” Said Tim. “That video gave great instructions.”

“It’s an excellent site, guys our age telling us how to do stuff.” Replied Stu. “I’m starting to chub now. I can see you are.” Tim just smiled and shrugged.

“I know I’ve only been with you, but I’m sure I’m gay.” Said Stu, before a short pause. “Not saying you are, but now I’ve stopped freaking out about it, it feels ok.”

“Dude, I think I’m gayer than you.” Countered Tim. “I’m the one who’s been mixed up all year. I don’t feel mixed up now.” He also paused. “Well, at least not mixed up in the same way as I was.”

“What does that mean?” Asked Stu, now hanging the dish cloth and sponge under the sink.

“Now I’m just worried about Mum and Dad finding out.” Revealed Tim. “I mean, I think they’ll be ok, but I don’t think our family knows anyone else who’s gay.”

“I think Dad will be fine, just want to get it right in my head first.” Said Stu. “Sometimes for no reason I feel really tight across here,” he continued, gesturing to his chest. “I know it will be ok, I just don’t know what to say.”

“That killed our hard-ons.” Said Tim looking down at his deflating dick.

“If we tell our folks and it goes ok,” started Stu, “do you think we will come out at school?”

“We’ve only got six months left, but I’m definitely going to be out at university.” Declared Tim. “in those videos the college guys look like they have the best fun. And, all they’re doing is hanging.”

“Do you want to go to see Star Core tomorrow night?” asked Stu referring to the hottest latest release movie. “It’s on at Westwood.”

“Cool.” Exclaimed Tim, eager to see the film everyone was talking about.

* * *

For the last night of the school week, the cinema was packed. Clearly everyone else wanted to see the movie as well. When the guys finally made it to the front of the ticket line, they had to settle for further back than was their normal choice. They were still good seats but getting in and out would be ordinary.

“We’ll just stay to the end of the credits.” Suggested Tim. Stu shrugged.

When they had themselves seated, the movie opened with the main characters in the middle of a wicked space battle. The guys settled in for the ride.

Twenty-five minutes in, a semi romantic scene unfolded. As the characters played out their engagement, Tim felt Stu’s hand gently snaking across his lap. When it got to his wrist, he felt the fingers spread out, seeking his grip. Within seconds their hands were intertwined, Tim felt his body temperature rise slightly, they spent the rest of the movie hanging on to each other.

As they lined up for the bus ride home, it seemed most of the cinema had the same plan. Turning to his friend, Tim suggested they just walk home.

“It’s only 40 minutes, and it’s full moon bright.” Stu shrugged and they made their exit from the crowded waiting zone.

Once they had cleared the main streets and ventured in to the back streets that would take them home, traffic became almost non-existent. In the quiet of the night, as they walked down the centre of the roadway. It was Tim this time who reached down and took Stu’s hand in his.

“This is really nice to do, don’t you think?” Tim asked as he held up both their hands in front of them.

“It feels great, different, naughty and a little bit horny, all at the same time.” Replied Stu as they continued their stroll.

As they arrived at the corner of Picnic Drive, they were almost a third of the way home.

“Hey, look at that car.” Motioned Tim.

“The old one?” Asked Stu.

“Yeah, my Dad used to have one of those in college,” informed Tim, “he loved it, we have heaps of pictures of it around home.”

“Really, what makes it special?” Asked Stu.

“I don’t know, I think they’re raw.” Answered Tim. “Let’s have a closer look.”

“Tim,” said Stu cautiously.

“Yeah,” replied Tim.

“There’s a guy sitting in it.” Nudged Stu. “I think we should keep walking, he’s looking at us weird.”

“Yeah let’s do that.” Agreed Tim, holding Stu’s hand a little tighter, and walking a little faster.

Half a block down, old car behind them, they had returned to reviewing the movie, and detailing their favourite parts. As Stu enthused how cool it was when the meteor blasted a hole clean through the enemy ship, the noise of breaking glass happened behind them.

They immediately dropped hands and turned in the direction of the sound. There was only silence.

“What was that?” Asked Stu, quietly.

“Sounded like glass.” Replied Tim, “Was it from that direction?” he asked raising his hand and pointing.

“I don’t know, I was talking.” Answered Stu, as a cat hissed and growled in the distance.

“Might be a feral, they’re bad in our street too.” Suggested Tim.

They stayed in place for a few more minutes of silence, before deciding to move on. Stu immediately returned to his review of the meteor, and Tim again took up his hand.

* * *

When they arrived home, they used the front door, as Kevin’s car blocked their path to the backyard. As Tim made himself nude, Stu locked the door and waited as the boy hung his gear on the clothes hook. Suitably naked, they decided they needed a Mountain Dew and headed for the kitchen. When they arrived, they found Kevin at the dining table surrounded by disassembled packaging and a camera in his hand. His friend Jane sat across from him with an instruction book.

Already three foot into the room, Tim did a light double take, paused for a second, then made a call to live with it. Kevin, surprised by their arrival was momentarily lost for words.

“Err, Jane, you remember Stuart, my son,” he said regrouping. “And this is his friend Tim. Tim’s a nudist, if it bothers you, he can dress.”

“Boys this is Jane, Stuart, I’m sure you remember.”

“Yes, hello Jane.” Greeted Stu, as Tim just nodded with a slight blush.

“Boys,” she said. “Tim, a nudist?” Tim nodded growing that little bit redder. “I don’t mind in the least, you look very, healthy.” She smiled as she nodded towards his crutch.

“Stuart, if I have my way,” she began, “I’ll be seeing your father in the same state, shortly.” She laughed as the boys smiled. Kevin blushed badly, which caused her to laugh even more. “Oh Kevin, you’re so cute.” She teased. “See Stuart, I’ve got my hands full here. I’ll leave you to look after your boyfriend all by yourself.” She grinned.

“Ahh,” Kevin spluttered, “They’re not...”

“Yes dear, of course,” she interrupted, “Let’s install this dash camera tomorrow? Let’s go play.” She insisted, standing and pulling the man to his feet. Less than 20 seconds later, they had cleared the room. The mess of cardboard boxes and bubble wrap remained strewn around the dining area.

The teenagers stood in silence for another half minute.

“I think she just ‘outed’ me to my old man.” Prophesied Stu.

“Don’t you mean us?” asked Tim.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stu stumbled, still integrating what just happened. “I think she just outed us.”

“So, are we?” asked Tim.

“Are we out?” quizzed Stu.

“No,” paused Tim. “Are we boyfriends?” Stu was stunned.

“You’d be my boyfriend?” he said, rushing the word, tears suddenly filling his eyes.

“Dude, I’m totally into you.” Responded Tim. “Don’t you know?”

“I know, I know, and I’m into you too!” Stu stammered,

“So, what’s wrong.” Tim asked with a gentle smile.

“I didn’t know, umm, if you would be.” Stu said bursting into huge sobs.

“Ahh man!” declared Tim as he held his arms wide. Stu fell into him, and there in the middle of the kitchen, hugged like a man gripping life itself.