Index:
1) - Teenage secrets - Growing pains - Next-door neighbor was the best babysitter ever.
2) - Teenage Secrets - High School Bully - Getting a whole new lease on life.
3) - Teenage Secrets - Coming Out - The worst coming out Roy could have imagined.

Introduction:
A third spinoff story. Roy Miller, a growing young man, had figured his life out. He was no longer the nerdy geek, but a player who knew what he wanted and how to get it. However, he had the worst coming out. His prudish mother caught him with a 10-inch dildo up his ass before he had the chance to tell his parents what was going on.

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Teenage Secrets, Coming Out.

The worst coming out Roy could have imagined.

I was fast moving toward my sexual maturity. Even though, technically, I was still only 15. Well, I'm rapidly approaching my 16th birthday. However, I was certainly not going to wait until my 18th to start having sex. I was looking forward to that already.
In that regard, Sophomore year at our high school was a big thing. And there hung a feverish atmosphere in the corridors and cafeteria. Even though the Homecoming Prom was still months away. At our school, they typically combined Junior Prom and Homecoming in one big themed party in the late fall. Paid for, in part, by the parents of the girls who turned 16 that year. They celebrated their Sweet 16 parties with the rest of the 10th and 11th grades. 

But usually, the entire school attended this vast feast. In some cases, you could come across the same people for 2 or 3 consecutive years. 
Not for me, though. Mom had not allowed me to go to homecoming in my freshmen year. And I strongly doubted she was any more lenient in my sophomore year. You see, in our sophomore year, we typically rented motel rooms for 'the sneaky after party'. Couples would consume their 10th grade in style by getting laid or having an orgy. 

However, I was turning gay. I just liked men more than women. Nothing unusual there, but it was still frowned upon by the school. This was double true for my parents. I yet had to tell them I was queer. And then there was the fact that I had not even been deflowered myself. Sure, I had toyed with my horny ass for months now. However, I should not complain. I made the conscious decision not to give up my virginity until I turned 16. And if that was with a woman or a man, I could not care less.

- AI-generated Image / Mage.Space -
Biker Boy, Roy Miller, waiting for his man.

But other than that, my newfound confidence had its merits. A beautiful freshman girl named Amalia liked my new, much tougher look. Well, she loved it. We started eating in the cafeteria together. Or walking to class, holding hands. Nothing special. Just good friends. She was one of the cheerleaders and quite athletic. But Amy and I - both around 5-foot-6 or 8 - looked cute together.
I also started to hang around with the popular basketball jocks. This was made possible by Kevin Hard. The 17-year-old in his Junior year also liked my look. But he was equally interested in the rest of me, unlike Amy, who carried me around like an expensive handbag to impress her friends. Amalia, or Amy as I called her, allowed me to kiss her. But she wasn't interested in the 8-inch toy I carried around with me. Again, Kevin took a different approach. The 6-foot-5 dude was much more interested in sex. High school can be such a drag. But I enjoyed it this way. And all I had to do was adopt an attitude that suited me.

I met up with Kevin outside of school as well. We worked out once a week at Empower Gym. I never was much of a sports lover. But I enjoyed the time with the guys at the gym. Making snide remarks. Learning to tone my body. Giving or getting the occasional blow job in the sauna or showers. I could be myself at the gym. As Kevin had said, it is a bit of a boy's club. But I didn't mind the dirty-talking, suggestive nature at all. And if someone overstepped the line, Rubin, the gym's trainer, always stepped in. I had made it quite clear that my asshole was out of bounds for everyone. Even for the basketball player I loved to hang out with.

Kev and Luke, his older brother, took me clubbing. Hanging around with the 17 and 19-year-olds had its benefits. Lucas Hard and I worked together at the bike shop where I worked on Saturdays. The men there were even rowdier than at the gym. Bikers. Go figure. I should have expected that. However, helping around the shop gave me a feeling of belonging to a team. The geeky, bespectacled 13-year-old Roy Miller was always the last pick for any team. So this was quite the change for me. The older mechanics and brawny studs like Lucas Hard didn't mind me working with them, either. I kept the bike shop and backrooms clean, while they worked on the bicycles and motorbikes. And if any of the guys or the leather-clad customers were hard up, I used my other skills to help them release some pent-up tension. Apparently, I was quite the little cocksucker. Well, being called little or shorty at 5-foot-8 was unavoidable. I was still growing, though.

Anyway. I earned quite an excellent wage over the past 9 months. Working Saturdays at the bike shop. And accumulating tips for 'helping out' the mechanics and the leather-clad clients in the backroom. All in all, with my paper round, my weekly 20-dollar allowance, and the lawnmowing jobs, my bank account was slowly but steadily filling up. I had earned and saved enough to buy myself the electric moped I wanted. Making it much easier to get around town.
The bullying at high school had stopped completely. The sneering remarks had changed into jealousy. However, that I could deal with. There was one worrying issue that still bugged me, though. The first time having sex.

Months before it was planned, Amalia had already asked me to the Homecoming Prom with her. Kevin, the basketball jock, had hooked up with one of the other cheerleaders. We just kept up the straight-acting charade, not to arouse any suspicions. It was easier than coming out to a bunch of opinionated high schoolers.
I already had the pleasure of blowing Kevin's older brother, Lucas Hard, at the bike shop. But I got scared the first time I saw Kevin's tool in the school toilets. The man was gifted beyond belief - even limp, he looked scary. His older brother was sizable, too. Luke sported a full 8 inches, and it was a little fatter than my own boy toy. But Kev was 3 inches longer than his brother. And considerably wider than the biggest dick I had ever seen before. And I had seen quite a few in the past 9 months. Tasted them, too. 

However, Kevin's humongous manhood scared me. He was hung like a horse with hairless coconuts to match. It was a good thing I heard the bathroom door open behind us. So, I had an excuse not to disappoint Kevin Hard. He had been seducing me all that week. Teasing me with sexual innuendos. Saying he would dump his Prom date if I would try him on for size. I had half expected Kev to take my virgin ass by force in the high school toilet. So far, I had not even sucked him off or seen him hard until now for that matter.
It was his size that worried me. I saw myself ending up with Kevin Hard in some sleazy motel after the Prom. Screaming my head off, unable to take what he was offering me. The athlete was powerful enough to do damage without breaking a sweat. I loved the musculan build of Hard. But I didn't want to end up in hospital, neither by accident nor on purpose.

A few weeks after this, I still had not come up with an answer myself. So, I went over to Joshua Cox after school one day. I just wanted to see if he had any advice for my sizable problem.
I rang the doorbell, and when my neighbor remotely answered, I said, "... Hey, Josh... Can I talk with you?...".
"Sure thing, buddy... Come round the back..." he said with a smile in his voice. I entered his home via the kitchen and found the muscular stud sitting at his glass-topped dining table. He looked different than I had ever seen him dress before. He was wearing a 3-piece cream-colored suit. It was pretty sporty yet oddly formal. Josh smiled when he saw me look. 

"So... What's up buddy?... We have to be quick... I am off to see a wealthy client for some rowdy office sex... A bit of a last-minute thing..." He grinned apologetically. Opening the office pants a little to reveal the leather chaps he wore underneath. I had seen a porn movie like that a few months back. An escort had arrived at his marks home and started to dominate him. Wearing butch leather chaps under his clothes. Joshua Cox was an escort for rich men and women, too. I didn't mind. Evidently, it paid the bills. But this outfit was new to me.
"Ah... I will be quick then... I have two questions, Josh... One that has been bugging me for a while... The other is more of a favor..."
"Good... How is things, Roy?... Anything happening on the dating front, Miller?..." Josh asked inquisitively. Taking the time to catch up with my social agenda.

"Going well enough... Amy still doesn't want to put out... Kevin can't get enough of me... He is growing restless... But he'll have to wait until I am 16 and not a virgin anymore..." I winked at Joshua Cox. I had offered my best friend, surrogate older brother, and mentor the first bite at the apple.
"Dude... Do him already!... You don't have to wait for me, Roy..." Cox laughed.
"I can't!... That's the issue... He's much too big for my sorry ass!..." I half screamed in horror.
"How big is he?... It can't be that bad... Can it?..." said Cox.
"11 and a bit... And hung like a horse..." I sighed, muttering to the floor.
"Ah... Oooh... Yeah... I can see why that would worry you..."

Without giving me a solution to this sizable problem, Joshua Cox asked, "... What's the favor you wanted to ask me, buddy?..."
"Oh... Uhmm... Can you take me shopping at 'Mister Leather' again, Josh... I am still too young to enter that shop by myself... I want to buy a pair of thick leather jeans for my Prom outfit... I have that thin punk one, but I need something more sophisticated-looking than those party pants..."

Joshua thought momentarily and said, "... Sure, Roy, let me call Carl and make an appointment after school hours..."
Cox put his duffle bag on the table and opened the zip. The thing was loaded to the brim with sex toys, ropes, and leather. Joshua looked at me as I watched the tools-of-the-trade.
"Ha... Like what you see, Miller?... Dirty little faggot!... That's what I like about you... You don't judge people... You take them as they cum..." laughed Joshua. Full well knowing he misspoke the last sentence.

"True... just... How the hell?... I mean... What do you do if you meet a client too big for you?... Have you ever had to refuse a client for his size?..."
"I met a few hulks in my day... But I train my ass... Here is what you need to do..." said Joshua instructively. He went into a lengthy explanation of the steps he took to stretch his cunt muscles. I hung on his every word.
"Well... Sounds like a lot of work... Can you help me buy a few bigger toys, too, then?..." I asked.
"Sure, buddy... But here... Is this what your boyfriend looks like?..." Josh said as he pushed a 12-inch skin-colored dildo into my hands. The thing was 6 inches in circumference.
"Kev is not my boyfriend... Well, not yet, anyway... But he's a bit shorter than this one, yet a bit wider... And that scares me a hole heap..." I smirked.

Joshua Cox put the horse cock back into his duffle and pulled out a shorter and narrower toy. I guestimated it to be 10 by 5 inches and made of a much more flexible black material.
"Try this on for size... Every day before and after school... Use plenty of lube... Don't hurt yourself... It's just like at the gym... You need to train to win the gold medal..."
"Thank you, doctor Cox..." I grinned naughtyly. "I can always count on you to have all the answers..."
"Glad to help, boy... Now get out!... I am going to be late for my appointment... Can't keep the CEO waiting... I am going to do a hostile takeover..."
"Have fun..." I smiled as I stood up to leave.
"Aren't you forgetting something, Miller?..." Josh called as I walked away. "Get back here!..." he said sternly, pointing at his cheek. Demanding a kiss from me.

I walked shyly back. Looking demurely at the floor. But when I stood before my hero, I dropped to my knees. I unzipped the pant zip. I took Cox's 9-inches in hand and swallowed the tool directly into my throat. Sticking my tongue out and slobbering it over his free-swinging nutsack. I did not gag or sputter. Not even when I could feel the man-sized rod swell inside my mouth in rapid pulses. This audibly impressed Joshua Cox. 
In less than 10 seconds, Cox was at full battle strength. I came only up for air after a minute or so. I looked up at Master Cox in his leather chaps and looked him dead in the eyes. His cockhead pressed between my lips. It made me feel fucking horny, showing Cox what I had learned in the past 9 months of keeping secrets. I let my tongue flicker over his piss-slit. Taking the drip of pre-cum into my mouth and moaning lustfully up at Master Cox.

"I still hope you can fit this thing inside me before I go to Prom, Sir... I don't want to be the only virgin there... I don't know if I end up with Amalia or Kevin... Either way, I need to know what it feels like..." I sighed and cleaned the throbbing man-tool off as best I could. Pushing it back into the cream-colored office slacks. Standing up and smooching Joshua Cox on the lips.
"Thanks for lending me the toy... I'll start training immediately..." I said, feeling a lot happier. Wondering how hard it would be to fit the 10-inch dildo in my tight ass.
"Cool stud... I can see you take to this shit like a duck to water... I'll text you the time and date for the shopping spree..."
"Thanks, Josh... I knew you had all the answers... Have fun on the hostile merger... Give 'em hell from me... I hate those corporate types... Make him pay double the going rate..." I grinned nastily as I walked back home.

Well, today's adventure went much better than planned. I would have loved to swallow Josh's load. But it sounded like he had other plans for it. However, the sight of the leather snap-button chaps framing his big dick so beautifully made me shiver. I did like the smell that emanated from them. The smell of leather always did that to me.
My cellphone started to bleep 30 minutes after I got home to do some school work. Josh was sending me regular snapshots of what he was up to.

The first picture was Josh wearing thin leather gloves, choking the purple-faced boss in his office chair. I had seen him before. However, I could not remember where that was. Master Cox had used thick black climbing ropes to tie the man to his chair. A short bullwhip lay threateningly on a sizable stack of cash on the table. Evidently, the hostile corporate takeover was just that. Hostile.

The following picture was the older man with his pants around his shoes. Getting his hairy legs taped with duct tape to the metal legs of his desk. The man lay face down on it. Seeing the guy's hairy ass jogged my memory. This was the shy guy who Rubin had sucked off at the bookstore's glory hole arcade. Master Cox was threatening the guy with a 12-inch, fears-looking combat knife. The dark gray office suit, vest, and shirt were already cut open from the back. 

A third app had a short video. Master Cox was flogging the screaming man dressed in stern chaps, a harness, Muir cap, and leather gloves. His ass was bright red. By now, His neck was tied with duct tape to the wooden desk. The helpless man had his arms bound in ropes under it. Josh's dirty, smirking grin said it all. He was enjoying this roleplay.

The last video left nothing to the imagination. Joshua Cox showed him lubing up his ribbed rubbered dick. Slamming it brutally inside the client. Hundred-dollar bills draped over the visibly whipped and paddled back. Railing the humiliated bastard into submission. 

With this stimulation, the 10-inch dong disappeared into my tiny asshole without much resistance. All it took was some spit and an eager willingness to relax and open up my boy-cunt. I worked up a sweat as I fucked myself with my legs in the air.

And, what do you know? In walked my mother. 

I was too far gone to stop. Shooting my load straight into my heavy-breathing open mouth.
In utter shock, Milldreth stood rooted to the spot. I let the 10-inch black dildo sit where it felt best. Pulling the comforter over my naked ass.
Looking at my dumbfounded mother, I sneered, "... And that is why I asked Dad to put a lock on my door... Seeing as you cannot remember to knock... Milldreth...".

I had expected something like this to happen sooner or later. It simply was inevitable. The only shame was it happened the day before my 16th birthday. The family from all over was coming to celebrate. Even though I would much rather skip that. So I could go clubbing with Amalia, or Kevin and Lucas Hard. But Mom still did not know I had made friends and was reaping the benefits. So my dearest mother did what she had always done. Invite HER friends and our family instead. Without consulting me. Thinking I did not know anyone.

"Stop calling me Milldreth... I am your mother... Disgusting little... Nasty... Where did you get that thing from, anyway?... I am not having it in this house... It's dirty... You're too young, Roy..." screamed my mother in an unbridled rage.
"Jesus, Milldreth... You left out;... Homosexual... Gay... Faggot... Queer... YES, You heard me correctly... YOUR BABY SON IS GAY!... Deal with it!... Now... Leave and don't come back!... WOMAN... JESUS... WHAT DO I NEED TO DO TO GET YOU OFF MY BACK!... GET OUT!..." I said, screaming my head off. Pooping the dildo out of my ass as I strained to shout at my mother. My sphincter collapsed rather painfully.

Mom - for once - had no reply. She turned on the spot and disappeared from sight. Leaving my bedroom door wide open. I felt my hurting hole to see if I had done some damage. Luckily for me, this was not the case. Yet I could still feel the dildo deep inside my love canal. Even though it lay on the towel that had protected my mattress. Getting all choked up over the whole situation. Realizing that this was not the best way of coming out to her. 

I pulled on my shorts and took the dildo into the bathroom. At least that room had a lock on the door. I felt utterly stupid. I sat on the toilet for a long time. My heart throbbed in my throat and around my asshole. My brain was franticly searching for answers that it did not have. And for the first time in my life, I had muscle pains around my sphincter and lower back. 

Nevertheless, I smirked softly at myself. Feeling I had trained my ass hard enough for now. And yet, I was a little proud and surprised that I managed to take it as deep as I did. I got up and washed the black dong clean. Spraying it down with the toy cleaner I used on my much smaller training dildo. I didn't even know if I would ever use that little thing again. Getting caught with my pants down certainly wasn't the best way to turn 16, though. But I wasn't going to apologize for experimenting, either. Not to 'her', not to anyone.

To my surprise, Grandpa Turner called me on my cellphone an hour or two before dinner.
"Hey, slugger... Grandpa Jo, here... How are you, Gilroy?..." he asked warmly. I liked my Mom's father.
"Not so good..." I whispered shamefully.
"Chin up, Gilroy... There are worse things than getting caught with your pants down and a dildo in your ass..." he said jokingly.
"You know about that?..." I sighed.

"Yup... Don't make a big deal out of it... Act like nothing odd has happened... Don't apologize either... You're not to blame... I knocked your grandma up at 14..." Jo Turner said.
"And your mother never liked sex... We wondered how she had you... I thought Miller snuck his babymaker inside when she was sleeping... Anyway... Milly turned to her 'God' after she got molested by some drunk bikers... They used sex toys on her... That's why she -... Oh well... I think you get the picture, Gilroy... See you tomorrow, Son... I'll talk to her... Your grandma says hi... "
"Thanks, Gramps... But I am not sure I will be here tomorrow..." I sighed heavily.
"Bullshit... You did nothing wrong, Gilroy Jeffrey Miller!... Own up to it... Make me proud... Be who you want to be... Not what your Mom expects you to become..." Jo Turner said as he hung up the phone.

What Grandpa Turner had said made sense. I had to live my life. No one else could do that for me. Not even my dearest mother. Well, what's done is done. I may as well tell the rest of the world, too. I just needed to wrap my head around the whole situation.
Dad had come home an hour earlier than usual. He had pulled into the garage as I was about to leave the house to get some air. The man opened the passenger car door and invited me inside. He slammed the car in reverse and drove away, without speaking to me. Dad just sat grinning wickedly next to me.

"So... Grandpa Turner called me after your mother shouted her head off over the phone... Good for you, Roy... I have known for a while already that you liked guys... I only wished you had confided in me much earlier... I am sorry things did not go as planned... Or... Was this what you expected would happen?..."
"God, no!..." I sighed heavily. Feeling relieved at my old man's reaction, "... Dad... I think I am gay... But this was not how I wanted to tell Mom and you..."
"Leave God out of this... Your Mom is talking to the pastor now... And no, Either you are gay... Or you are not... You can always change your mind later... Don't worry about it... Own up to it... That will make you much happier in the long run, Roy..."
"Are you okay with it then?..." I asked softly.
"I could not be happier for you, son... And if you want to invite a guy, or even a girl, over to make out with them... That's okay, too... You seem ready for that..."

Dad took me to a Chinese restaurant to have dinner. We talked for hours. Well, Dad talked. I did the listening for the most part. I learned so much about him. How he ended up having to marry Milldreth. How his high school days formed him. What he did and saw in his navy years. Dropping anchor in poo-bay on several occasions. That he still enjoyed a secret glory hole encounter from time to time. And that he has been talking with Joshua Cox about me. Thanking him for being my friend. I let Dad talk. It was easier than having to explain what I had experienced so far. 

I did tell my old man about Amalia and Kevin. He looked impressed, hedging my bets like that. It was well past 2 AM before we arrived back home. Feeling a little tipsy after a few too many beers. Mom was waiting for my father in the living room. Looking as if she had walked through a hurricane. All bent out of shape. She took one look at me and stormed upstairs in disgust. Taking the guest bedroom rather than the master. 
Dad shrugged his shoulders. After wishing me a happy birthday, he pushed me upstairs. I had been 16 for 2 hours and had not realized it. 

I tapped my old man and new friend on the shoulder on the upstairs landing. Dad turned around, and I hugged him. The man gave me a wink and ruffled my hair. I texted Joshua about the situation. Cox called me right back. He had no advice. My surrogate brother just let me talk through today's shocking events. This was just the helping hand my aching brain needed.

When I awoke - around 10 AM the following morning - A lovely smile greeted me from the edge of my bed.
"Kevin?..." I stuttered and shook. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. The man had a glass of water and two Paracetamol ready. I took them, feeling slightly overwhelmed by Hard's presence in my bedroom. He got up and locked the bedroom door. Telling me that my father and he had changed it while I was still out cold. Explaining that Joshua Cox had called him and that my father had invited Kevin over.

While I digested this information, Kevin Hard kicked off his sneakers. Pushing his legs under my duvet cover. Spooning my sorry ass. Draping a warm arm over my torso. Stroking my chest and kissing my neck.
"Happy birthday, buddy..." he softly whispered in my ear.
"Oh, man... You are a sight for sore eyes, Kevin!..." I moaned, happy. Kissing Kev's wandering hand.
"A sore ass, you mean, Roy?..." grinned Kevin. Spotting the 10-inch black dildo on my nightstand. "Well, I think you'll take the gold medal for worst coming out experience... Damn, bro..."

I rolled over on my other side. Pushing Hard on his back and climbing on top of him. We looked at each other for a long moment. Then our lips met. Kevin moaned and wrapped his strong arms around me. The basketball player let one of his hands sneak its way down my back. Past the waistband of my PJ's and into my assless briefs. Fuck, it felt so lovely getting fingered by this dude. But there was something else I had dreamed about last night. And this was the time and place to try it. 

I disappeared under the covers and hooked the waistband of Kev's sweatpants under his balls. Taking the enormous 11-inch cock gently into my mouth. Making sure my tongue licked every inch of the glans it could reach. I heard Kevin Hard moan as I sucked him deeper inside. Bobbing up and down in a steady tempo. Using a hand to stimulate his shaft. Getting it hard in no time flat. Kev pushed the comforter back and placed a hand around the back of my head. Stroking my untidy hair with the other. Making loving crooning noises as I sucked his morning wood. I could feel the man tense up. 

He tried to ask if I could stop. But I wanted my birthday cream. And boy, did he give it to me. Both hands clamped on the side of my face, he thrust upward. Stamping the cockhead into my throat. Unloading stream after sticky stream of his cum directly into my esophagus. When it became too much, I pulled back. But still, my mouth got splattered with his basketball juices. This wake-up call was the best birthday present I had ever gotten. I crawled upward and shared the man's cum with him.

"Was that good for you, Roy Miller?... Happy birthday... By the way..." smiled Kevin Hard at me.
"I've had worse... Sorry for deflating your balls like that, buddy..." I grinned as I kissed him some more.
"Ha... Anything for my best mate... And don't worry... There is more where that came from..." laughed Kev.
"Good... Because... Well... I don't want to be greedy... But I think I could get used to that thing..." I moaned hotly.
"Good to hear, Miller... But sooner or later, I am going to stuff your ass with it, Roy... But let's go downstairs... Amalia and Luke are here too... You may want to brush your teeth, though, Roy..."
"Does my breath stink?..." I said in shock.
"Yeah... It smells like my cum... Dûh..." he laughed.

As I washed, shaved, and dressed, Kevin and I talked. He was surprised to hear about my fear of his enormous cock.
"Bro... There was no need to worry... In any case, you should have talked to me about it, Roy..." Kev said warmly, "... I never met a guy that could not take me..."
"Yeah... You say that... But I think we need to check with animal patrol... I think there is a stallion missing his tackle..." I joked back.
As I wore a pair of formal black jeans and an office shirt mom bought me, Kevin saw a plain leather wrist wallet and a belt with black studs. He handed them to me to complete the look. Kev helped me unbutton the first few buttons of the shirt and rolled up my sleeves for a much sexier look. Muttering, "Let's show off those pecs... You've grown so much already... Fuck, you look good enough to eat..." he laughed.

"Fuck you too, Kevin... But not right now... I bet the rest of the family is waiting... But what about Amalia?..." I said, suddenly feeling worried. "Does she know I am gay?..."
"Nope... Don't think so... And you worry too much, Miller... Take her to the Prom... Deflower her... Enjoy yourself... My dick will wait for your hole, Roy... I love you..." Kevin Hard sighed as he pressed his forehead to mine.
"Oh... Okay?... Uhmmm... I do like you too, Kev... still... This may be a little awkward for her if she finds out... Anyway... let me put on some shoes and go downstairs..."
"Just socks will do, bro... I think Joshua has you covered in the boot department..." said Kevin Hard suggestively.

The scene that greeted me downstairs was bewildering. A dozen guys and girls from school were there. Including Aron Ericson, the closeted ebony bully who had made my freshman year hell. So were Rubin and a few guys from the gym. Hudson and the Mechanics from the bike shop. And, of course, Joshua Cox and Amalia. And the aunts and uncles with my cousins, Grandpa Turner and his wife, Grandma Miller, Dad... And Mom. 
I shook my father's hand in passing and walked straight toward my mother. I hugged her without saying a word. But I held her tighter than I had ever done before. Putting a lot of meaning into the hug.
She shyly muttered, "Happy birthday, Roy..."
"Thanks, Mom..." I said confidently.

Well, I got a great hall of gifts this 16th birthday. Joshua had bought me a pair of x-toed black Sendra ankle boots. Saying they would look great with my Prom outfit. I tried them on right away. The slanted 1.5-inch heels made me walk tall. Rubin, Hudson, and their friends gave me a 7000 dollar gift card for my first car or motorcycle. And Dad gave me free driving lessons. Amalia gave me a genuine leather necktie for our Prom date. She kissed me full on the lips. Not just that, she put her back into it. Playing a little tonsil hockey with me. She quietly asked me if I wanted to hook up with her after the Prom. Grandpa Turner hooked a sexy silver Cuban necklace around my neck. Grandma Miller and Dad's brothers and sisters handed me envelopes with cash. I got hugged and congratulated by everyone. When everyone had cake and drinks, it was time for my speech. 

"Okay... Well, thank you all for helping me celebrate my sweet 16... And boy... Do I feel happy you are all here..." I said, looking beamingly around the backyard.
"Amalia... Thank you for being a friend... Amy was the first girl who ever took an interest in me... And she asked me - months ago - to the Homecoming Prom... I said yes right away..." I said as I squeezed her hand. She somehow understood that it wasn't going to happen. Yet, she smiled warmly and nodded at Kevin. Apparently, Amy had a few secrets she kept to herself.
"Amalia, I hope we can remain friends forever..." I smiled with a lump in my throat.

"Kevin... Thank you for being my best mate... However... I hope you will be my Homecoming King this year... For those of you who have not known or have not guest... I... Am... Gay..." I said calmly but loudly. Feeling confident and as proud as a peacock on Viagra. Looking Kevin Hard straight in the eye. Feeling elated. Braver and taller than I had ever been.
"Kev... I have liked you from the first moment we spoke... You've helped me through some difficult times... And although you were not the only one... I hope you will become my man..." I said with a breaking voice. Suddenly, feeling overwhelmed by emotion. As I looked around, I only saw smiling, happy faces. Rubin had happy tears in his eyes and had to lean on Hudson. A quick glance at Joshua Cox taught me that he was fucking proud of me too. So were Dad and Grandpa Turner.

Kevin Hard got pushed toward me by his older brother. Even Lucas was emotional by now.
Kevin took my hands in his and stared at me with love in his eyes and a broad grin on his lips. Hard looked down at our hands, back up to my watery eyes, and down to our hands again. The basketball jock pulled a braided leather friendship bracelet off his wrist and hooked it on mine. Tying the knot. He pulled me in for a hug and whispered, "I knew you had big balls... But damn, bro... That's one fucking cool way to come out... I nearly jizzed my pants..."
"I know a guy who can take care of that..." I grinned.

Amalia was the first to congratulate us. She seemed not to mind my change of heart at all. This coming out was the best thing I could have done. Even Mom complimented me and Kevin. Although she still looked like a farmer with a toothache. I understood that Milldreth had wanted things differently. But she finally seemed resigned to the fact that I really was a gay adult.

Kevin and I chatted with our schoolmates while Joshua, Dad, and Grandpa Turner worked on Milldreth. All in all, this was the best birthday party I have ever had. And it got even better.
Amalia, it turned out, was glad I was gay. And even happier, I would go to the Prom with Kevin as my date. This pronouncement surprised many of us, but not as much as the one that followed.
"Look... You don't know this... But I have a girlfriend... Only Barbara did not want anyone to know about us... Sort of like you two..." Amy said to Kevin and me.

"You and Barbara Coleman?... That Dyke?..." called Aron Ericson, surprised.
"That's enough with the name calling, Aron!... Might I remind you you are queer as fuck too!..." I said, thumping Aron on the shoulder. The group of high schoolers and my cousins laughed heartily at this.
Barbara was known for being a butch manly kind of woman. Yet a fucking good-looking ebony one. I could see now why Amalia had fallen for me. Barbs had the same kind of dress sense as me. She, too, enjoyed the feel of black biker leather on her skin. I asked Amy to give her a call and invite her over.

I saw Joshua Cox out of the corner of my eye. He was trying to grab my attention.
"Buddy... I think I worked a little magic... This is Carl Roberts, the owner of 'Mister Leather' and 3-time winner of the pageant with the same name..." said Josh Cox.
Carl Roberts was a formidable-looking man. He had a scruffy beard and jet-black hair. Colored, no doubt. The enormous bodybuilder was a scary sight. He wore tight leather jeans and a pale blue denim jacket. The sleeves rolled up a few times so he could show off the leather wristbands. The hulking man had a padlocked chain around his neck. Standing in a peculiar way with his legs apart. As if his balls were too big for his tight leather jeans. This was the type of man you did not want to bump into in a dark, deserted alleyway at night. Scary, yet oddly attractive. I instantly envisioned him with a fat Cuban cigar and a Muir cap pulled sternly down over his forehead. A whip in his gloved hands and his rock-hard boner standing out from his body. Ordering any guy to service him.

I shyly murmured, "Hello... nice to meet you, Master Carl, sir..." This made both Roberts and Cox laugh.
"Good lad... Happy birthday... Josh just told me all about you... I hear you want to buy a sophisticated-looking pair of leather jeans from us... I think I might be able to help you, Roy..." Carl smiled.
Suddenly, I remembered I met this guy 9 months back. He sold me the bespoke leather biker jacket I loved so much.
"Master Roberts has brought a few things for you to try on... Can you show us to your bedroom?..." asked Josh Cox softly. I walked the men and Kevin back into the house and showed them my bedroom. Kevin Hard locked the door behind us. The smell of the leather already emanated from the large leather salesman's case. 

"How can you stand that smell... Master Roberts... I would be walking around with a boner all day if I worked at your store..." I sighed a little too hornily.
"Yeah... Occupational hazard... But enough men around there to release some tension if needed..." he grinned dirty. He placed the large case on my bed and unfolded it. Out came jeans, chaps, studded under chaps, posing jocks with snap-off fronts or zippers, belts, a few half-body harnesses, and half a dozen biker vests. 

But before he let me try them all on, Carl gave Kev and me special access passes to his shop. Telling that he rather had a couple of underaged leather lovers in there, than half the horny bikers he had to deal with. We only needed to show the passes to staff if we were asked to identify ourselves. Kevin pointed the back of the card to me. 
"Huh?... 50% discount too?... Wow... I do like where this is going..." I sighed hotly. Adding a quick, "... Sir!... Thank you, Sir..."
"See... That's what I like about you, Roy... You know when respect is due..." said Master Roberts, "... But it gets better... Anything in here that fits either of you two... You can keep it for free!..."

Kevin and I had a lot of fun trying on all the pants and other gear. While the two adults eagerly watched us try on the jockstraps, posing pouches, gloves and harnesses. Kevin helped me lace up the chaps at the back. And things got a bit overheated. I flung my arms around the massive shoulders of the shop owner. Asking for permission to kiss him. I had hardly wrapped my tongue around these words when the guy drove his tongue in my 16-year-old homosexual mouth. 

My boyfriend lathered up my asshole with his tongue, and Joshua Cox unbuttoned the fly of mister leather himself. Sticking his 9-inch dick resolutely between the 45-year-old buttocks. I handed Kevin my 10-inch dildo and a bottle of lube. Carl Roberts took out a paddle and started smacking it against my leather chaps. Ordering me to suck him off. I looked between my legs at the grinning Kevin Hard. The 17-year-old nodded. Giving me permission to engage the enemy. I felt my cheeks slowly be parted, and my guts filled with the pumping black dong. I bobbed up and down in time with the tempo that Kevin provided. The four of us spectacularly reached climax together. High on the smell of leather and man-musk. 

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Biker Boy, Roy Miller at the Homecoming Prom

"WOW!... What a rush..." I muttered as we sank onto the floor. Finally, I did not need to keep secrets anymore. I am what I am. I was what I wanted to be.
Even Mom was pleasantly surprised at my new look when I returned downstairs to rejoin the party. Dressed in cowboy boots that made me 1.5 inches taller, sophisticated and understated leather jeans, and an unbuttoned white shirt of her choice. I looked nothing like the geek I had been only 10 months ago. I had grown into my new role. And I was on the way to college in a couple of years.
Dad asked Kevin if he wanted to spend the night with me. The 6-foot-5 dude, with his 11-inch horsecock, did not have to think about that question. I jumped his bone. And Kevin Hard let me take his hole dressed in nothing but a rough leather jacket. Marking my territory as Kev had done with me.

Yes. This birthday party could have gone a lot worse. But with the help of some old and new friends, it turned out much better than expected.
The Homecoming Prom was equally as much fun. Kevin picked me up from home. My urban cowboy boots were polished. My thick leather jeans with extra long zip were oiled. I wore a dark red silk shirt that matched this year's blood-coral-themed party and the school colors. Around my neck hung Grandpa's thick Cuban necklace. And my hair was done to perfection. I looked and felt amazing.

We partied all afternoon, evening... And night. My man wore his varsity bomber in red with black leather arms over dark red tracksuit pants and red sneakers. Everyone at school could see we were a proud couple. We strolled from after party to after party. Our pockets were full of strawberry-red condoms and matching lube. 

It turned out that a lot more guys enjoyed getting their asses fucked than either of us knew. Heck, even the women enjoyed getting DP'ed by the Hard-Miller combo. I ended up that day between a rock and a Hard place in the early morning of November. Getting the Hard brothers to fuck me at the same time. In the same slick hole. They stretched me out like I had not thought possible.
Hard work... but well worth the wait.

< The End >

Index:
1) - Teenage secrets - Growing pains - Next-door neighbor was the best babysitter ever.
2) - Teenage Secrets - High School Bully - Getting a whole new lease on life.
3) - Teenage Secrets - Coming Out - The worst coming out Roy could have imagined.

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