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Information The Awakening
Posted by: WMASG - 12-30-2025, 10:32 PM - Replies (6)

   



Chapter 1
 
Saturday, August 3, 1968
 
Brian spread his towel on the sandy beach and looked out at the wide expanse of the man-made lake. The blue letters on his white gym shorts - USAF OTS - revealed several things to the locals around him. First, he was serving in the United States Air Force. Second, he was what was commonly known as a ninety-day wonder, a product of the USAF Officer Training School. Third, he was undoubtedly stationed at the Air Force base nearby. And fourth, and most significantly, he was a stranger - perhaps outsider was a better word.
 
Dropping down onto his towel, Brian took in the rest of his surroundings. At the age of twenty, he was as far from his home in the Oregon Cascades as he'd ever been. He'd gravitated to this nearby spot because of its similarity to where he'd spent his teenage years. Despite being near a mid-sized, southern city, the small, semi-developed park was surrounded by woods and had the rural feel he craved, especially at the secluded west end where he hung out next to the trees.
 
That he was an outsider didn't concern Brian. Place was more important to him than people. He'd been a loner all his life, the result of his remote backwoods upbringing as well as his personal inclination. Having been advanced twice in his four-room grade school, he'd been two years younger than his high-school classmates - and therefore a social misfit. Then, obsessed about graduating quickly without going into debt, his three years of college were fully consumed by studies and as many part-time jobs as he could fit in.
 
Having received his bachelor's degree, and having passed his physical and aptitude tests, his application to the Officer Training School program had been accepted. He'd completed the program, and was now the youngest second lieutenant in the U.S. Air Force.
 
Though he didn't realize it, Brian's social development had been arrested well before he left high school - somewhere around the age of fifteen. By the time he'd joined the Air Force to avoid being drafted into the Vietnam-era Army, he'd been left far behind.
 
His reverie was interrupted by a nearby adolescent voice.
 
"Hey, buddy, come over here and join us."
 
It took Brian a few seconds to realize he was the person being addressed. He turned his head and found a pair of suntanned, teenage boys sitting on beach towels grinning at him.
 
He'd noticed the boys the week before on his first visit to the park. The older was a blond, athletic hunk, and while his companion wore cutoffs, he was always naked. Apparently it was an established practice, because no one seemed to take notice - except for the occasional envious glance in his direction.
 
Later in the day, Brian observed the older boy in the parking lot, talking with a young deputy sheriff. The deputy put the boy into the back seat of his patrol car and drove away. Brian figured the kid had been arrested for public nudity, but a short while later he was back on his towel, still naked.
 
The blond boy grinned at Brian.
 
"Yeah, I'm talking to you, Lieutenant Fuzz. Come on over and be sociable."
 
Unpretentious about his officer status, Brian laughed out loud at the reference to Mort Walker's comic strip character. His blond hair, smooth face, slim build, and youthful appearance made the label appropriate. Picking up his towel, he moved it next to the blond kid and dropped down beside him. The boy held out a hand.
 
"I'm Randy. This redhead is my friend, Devin. When we're not here at the beach, we build houses."
 
Brian gave them a closer look. Clearly of high-school age, construction was undoubtedly a summer job. The statement, he quickly realized, was designed to give them a false aura of maturity. He grinned at Randy as they shook hands.
 
"I'm Brian. You've already guessed my current employer."
 
Randy chuckled. "Yeah, not much doubt about that. We're gonna swim over to the dam and hang out for a while. Wanna join us?"
 
Brian looked at the proposed destination. "Is it safe to swim there?"
 
Randy and Devin stood up. Randy reached a hand down to help Brian up.
 
"Come on, Fuzz. It may be against regulations, but it's no problem. The main dam is way to the north. This one is just for the spring runoff. The gates are closed. We swim around it all the time."
 
************
 
On the way to the dam, the two boys included Brian in the splashing and horseplay as if he'd been their friend forever. To be immediately accepted like this was a new experience for him, and that he was several years older didn't seem to make any difference.
 
The linear dam consisted of three closed spillway gates, each situated between cement support columns. The crest was a public roadway. The dam was not a place to be near if the gates were open, but at the moment it was simply an excellent swimming hole, with opportunities for diving from the support column foundations.
 
The boys climbed twenty feet onto the nearest foundation using ladder rungs embedded in the cement. Brian was used to skinny-dipping when in an environment like this, so he took off his shorts and tossed them to one side. Moving to the edge, he did a backwards dive with a half twist into the water. Rising to the surface, he looked up at the two hard-bodied boys standing like bronze statues in the sun. Randy called down to him.
 
"Where did you learn to dive like that?"
 
"High-school swim team."
 
The other two dove in. Randy and Brian climbed back out, but Devin swam to the farthest foundation, one hundred feet away, and started to climb out. It was then that Brian noticed the brawny black boy in white cutoffs standing at the top of the ladder.
 
"Where did that other kid come from?"
 
Randy waved to the boy, and he grinned and waved back.
 
"He's been swimming from that foundation. You just didn't notice him. That's Devin's friend, Cato."
 
Devin arrived at the top and Cato gave him a high five. They talked for a few moments before Devin removed his shorts and braced himself against the cement support structure. Cato unbuttoned his cutoffs and reached into his pocket. Pulling out a tube of lubricant, he spread some on his hard cock and moved up behind Devin.
 
Even though Brian knew what was coming next, he felt a hot surge of excitement as Cato pushed his pole deep into his buddy. He tried to hide the fact that his own cock had risen to full mast. Moving closer to Brian, Randy fondled his ass cheeks.
 
"Ever have sex with a guy?"
 
Brian hid his surprise at the sexually-suggestive touch.
 
"No, I can't say that I have."
 
In fact he'd never had any sex at all, other than with his hand. Caught off balance he continued without thinking.
 
"But if I did, I'd do it with you and Devin."
 
Then he blushed with embarrassment. Randy laughed at him.
 
"I think you surprised yourself with that one."
 
Brian looked down at his feet. "Yeah, I think they call that a Freudian slip." Then he looked into the younger boy's eyes. "But I meant it."
 
Then he blushed again. Brian was way out of his comfort zone, and Randy seemed to sense it. He put a friendly hand on Brian's shoulder.
 
"I was just joking around." Then he grinned. "But either one of us would fuck you in a heartbeat if you wanted us to."
 
Brian was silent for a few moments.
 
"I need a while to think about it."
 
"No problem. In the meantime, teach me how to do that dive."
 
For the next fifteen to twenty minutes, Brian's attention was divided between giving Randy diving lessons and watching Cato screw Devin. From time to time, Cato would turn his head and grin at Brian, as if daring him to join them.
 
Becoming increasingly aroused, Brian put on his shorts to hide his hard cock. Cato was hot, what they were doing was exciting, and Brian wanted in the worst way to be in Devin's place.
 
When Randy had mastered a simple back dive, they added the half twist. Devin returned in time to watch Randy finish up with a perfect dive. When Randy climbed out, Brian gave him a high-five.
 
"Good job, dude."
 
Randy glowed with pleasure and excitement.
 
"Thanks, Fuzz."
 
Brian looked across to the far support foundation.
 
"Where did Cato go?"
 
Devin pointed to the front of the support.
 
"He climbed up that ladder to the road. That's how he comes and goes."
 
Brian's disappointment showed in his face.
 
"I hoped he'd come back with you."
 
Brian's reaction wasn't lost on Devin.
 
"Maybe you can meet him some other time."
 
The three of them spent the rest of the day making use of the dam's recreational potential. When it was time to say goodbye, Brian realized it had been the happiest day he'd experienced in the two months that he lived there. He hoped it would be repeated.
 
It was also the day that opened Pandora's box.

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Information The Carny
Posted by: WMASG - 12-30-2025, 10:27 PM - Replies (1)

   



Westin pulled his four-wheeler to a stop in front of the rock quarry. The dust that billowed behind blew past, adding another layer of dirt to his sweating body. A pickup and paved roads would be preferable, but at fifteen, an ATV and ranch roads were his only choice.
 
Dismounting, he pulled off his helmet and placed it on the seat. As he stretched his tanned, athletic body, he noted the ATV next to his. His best friend, Trevor, was there. Two helmets suggested he'd brought his kid brother or a friend.
 
The water-filled quarry was the summer gathering place for the local ranch kids, a cool respite from the heat of the open country around it. On weekends, it was a boisterous, testosterone-laden scene, dominated by the older boys, and featuring loud music, beer, and marijuana. On a weekday like this, one was more likely to find a few younger kids enjoying a quieter environment.
 
Anxious to get out of the afternoon heat and into the water, Westin jogged down the short path to the swimming hole. The sound of giggling and laughter greeted him as he reached the wide rock ledge that bordered the pool. He recognized sixteen-year-old Trevor's adolescent voice. The female voice was most likely his girlfriend, Maria. They were out of sight, probably snogging on the more private part of the ledge around the corner.
 
Westin was disgusted. He could do without Maria. She was a pain in the ass, always clinging to Trevor and stroking his ego. And the fool ate it all up. Westin wished he and Trevor could spend more time together like they used to, but now it was always Maria, Maria, Maria.
 
Westin removed his cut-off Levi's and dove into the water to wash off the dirt. Climbing out, he noted the silence, and grinned. They'd probably heard him. He envisioned Trevor quickly pulling on his shorts and Maria putting her bikini top back on. He looked around the corner.
 
Naked, Maria was on her back on a beach towel. Also naked, Trevor lay between her legs, his head buried in her pussy. Whatever he was doing had put Maria into some other dimension. Moaning softly, she ran her fingers through his hair, urging him on. Westin was sure she'd have an orgasm, but suddenly she pulled Trevor off. He looked up at her.
 
"What's wrong, Honey Bunny?"
 
"I don't wanna cum that way."
 
He moved up and kissed her. "How do you wanna cum, Sweetie Pie?"
 
She kissed him back. "Like last time. You were so good, Big Boy."
 
Westin resisted the urge to throw up.
 
"Sure, Honey Bunch. Whatever you want."
 
Sliding his pole inside, Trevor realized he'd forgotten a condom. Oh, well, he'd just pull out.
 
Westin had seen enough. He slipped into the pool and swam across, observing on the way back that they were hard at it. Climbing out, he put on his shorts. Curiosity got the better of him. He took one last look around the corner. Trevor was being addressed as a deity.
 
"Harder!... Harder!... Yeah, like that!... Oh, Jesus!... Oh, God!... I'm gonna cum!"
 
Trevor was getting close too. Eager to satisfy Maria, he drove in hard again. It felt so good. He still had time to pull out. One more thrust should do it now. That felt even better. Maybe one more. It was a bridge too far. Maria's screams of ecstasy drowned out his gasp of dismay as he shot his sperm inside her.
 
************
 
Westin rode home lost in thought. He wished Trevor would screw him instead of Maria. They could have a lot of fun together. Trevor's thirteen-year-old brother messed around with guys. Westin knew because he'd sucked Danny's cock right where Trevor was screwing Maria.
 
Not paying attention, Westin nearly missed a corner, a mistake which would have put him into the irrigation ditch. He slowed down and focused on his driving.
 
Seeing Trevor naked always turned Westin on, and even though he wasn't straight, the sex he'd watched made him horny. Passing Trevor's parents' ranch, he pulled in and shut down the ATV. Maybe Danny was home. Maybe he'd like another blow job.
 
He knocked on the back door. Danny opened it with a grin, wearing only a jockstrap.
 
"Hey, Westy. Nice to see you. What's up?"
 
"I was at the swimming hole, and I thought I'd stop by." He checked Danny out. "Nice outfit. It shows off your hot body very well."
 
Danny laughed as he closed the door. "I'm bored, and I was getting ready to jack off."
 
Westin smiled. "Yeah, I know you like to do that in your jockstrap." He looked around. "Anybody else home?"
 
"Nope."
 
Westin put his arms around Danny and pulled him close. His hands kneaded Danny's bubble-butt and teased his pucker. "Maybe you'd like to do something else in that jockstrap."
 
"Like get sucked off?"
 
Westin grinned at him. "Yeah. That's what I had in mind."
 
He had something else in mind too, but it was less likely to happen.
 
Danny grinned back and grabbed Westin by the hand.
 
"That sounds hot! Come with me."
 
Dropping onto his bed, Danny pulled out his boner. Westin knelt between his legs.
 
"Toss me the K-Y that's on your nightstand."
 
Unbuttoning his cutoffs, Westin pulled out his boner and lubricated it. Then, as he stroked his own pole, he went down on Danny's.
 
Danny was horny as hell, and Westin wanted to get him off quickly. He wanted to get off too, even if he had to go home and finish it there. He slipped a couple of fingers into Danny's hole and probed inside as he worked magic with his lips and tongue.
 
Squirming with excitement, Danny lasted several minutes, longer than Westin expected, before blowing his load. Experienced with performing this service for his young buddy, Westin had no trouble swallowing it all.
 
Still stroking his pole, he leaned over Danny and kissed him again. Danny smiled up at him.
 
"Thanks, Westy. Did you get off too?"
 
"Not yet. I'll go home and jack off in the shower."
 
"I could jack you off, if you want me to."
 
"Maybe I could get off by rubbing my cock in your ass crack."
 
"Okay, if you want to."
 
"Roll over and get up on your knees. A little lower. Yeah, like that."
 
Westin moved close behind Danny and slid the bottom of his pole between the boy's ass cheeks. It felt as good as Westin had expected. Pulling back, he slid the top down between Danny's legs. That was good too. He alternated between the two. Danny was getting bored.
 
"Are you gonna cum pretty soon?"
 
"Yeah, pretty soon."
 
Westin changed his pattern. Each time he passed Danny's pucker, he pressed gently against it. Already loosened by his fingers, the hole grew larger with each pass. He pressed harder and the hole grew more rapidly. After a few more tries, he stopped and leaned forward. The tip of his pole slipped inside. Danny gasped with surprise.
 
"What are you doing?"
 
"Fuckin' you."
 
Since silence implied consent, Westin slowly slid his pole all the way in. It felt so good - so much better than jacking off.
 
Slowly, Westin began to move inside the younger boy. Danny leaned down on his forearms. Clutching at the bedding, he moaned with pleasure.
 
"Oh, fuck, Westy. That's awesome."
 
It felt pretty awesome to Westin too. In fact, he'd never felt anything like it.
 
As his moans grew louder, Danny gripped the bedding more tightly and pushed back against the older boy's thrusts. Westin smiled. Danny liked it as much as he did.
 
Westin's sexual excitement grew rapidly. He was past the point of no return before he realized it. With a gasp of surprise, he blew his load. Slowly, he pulled out of his young buddy.
 
"That was amazing, Danny!"
 
Danny rolled over on his back and grinned up at the older boy.
 
"I thought so too. Can you do it again?"
 
"Give me about twenty minutes or so, and I'll be happy to."
 
************
 
Decker stepped out of the aging travel trailer that he shared with his brother, Woody, and stretched. His well-developed muscles spoke of long hours putting up and taking down carnival rides. Adding his dark good looks to his muscular form, and topping it off with a self-confident air, he was a genuine stud. The well-worn jeans and grease-stained muscle shirt he wore only served to emphasize the perfection of the body underneath.
 
He looked up at the sky. It was going to be a beautiful day, perfect for attracting lots of folks to the county fair. The carnival ran on a tight budget. They could use all the income they could get.
 
At sixteen, Decker was too young to legally do some of the tasks he performed. However, the carnival boss needed a couple more strong bodies, so when he hired Decker's eighteen-year-old brother, he took one look at Decker and offered him a job as well.
 
The job didn't pay well, but there were benefits. There was action to be found around the fairgrounds. It hadn't taken Decker long to pick out the likely candidates - the young teens who hung around the rides. Within a couple of weeks, he'd been getting laid at every stop. Finding a good fuck had become a game and an adventure. He'd struck out for two days in a row. Maybe today would be his lucky day.
 
Decker looked at the assignment sheet and smiled. He'd be working the loop-o-plane, a good attractant for teenage boys. The downside was that he might have to clean up a little barf, but it was all in a day's work. He'd be with his brother who would turn him loose about eight. That would allow time for fun and games before the fair shut down for the night.
 
Woody walked up behind him. "What are we working?"
 
"Loop-o-plane."
 
"Let's go start it up."
 
************
 
Westin hopped onto the four-wheeler behind Trevor.
 
"Let's go."
 
Trevor started the engine and headed for the fairgrounds. It was the third day of the four-day county fair. They'd skipped the first two, devoted to exhibit judging, as too boring. There was a livelier atmosphere on Friday and Saturday nights which they preferred.
 
Parking at the edge of the fairgrounds, the two boys spent the first hour roaming around, checking out the exhibits, and consuming junk food. Dusk was approaching as they wandered over to the rides. Trevor looked at the prices.
 
"This is getting more expensive every year. Now you gotta buy a wristband. It's too much."
 
"Let's look around and see what they have."
 
They ended up by the loop-o-plane. Westin stared at the young teen operating the ride. In his faded Levi's and tight muscle shirt, he was hot. Trevor noticed his buddy's interest and punched him in the arm.
 
"Don't stare. It isn't polite. Besides, people will think you're gay."
 
Westin turned red, more out of irritation than embarrassment.
 
"So what if I am? People gotta be what they are, not what others want them to be."
 
Trevor looked over quickly. "Sorry. I didn't mean any offense."
 
"Don't worry about it. I just think people oughta be themselves."
 
The attendant turned and smiled at them.
 
"If you want a ride, I'm allowed to give a few free ones."
 
Westin smiled back. "Thanks, we'll take you up on that."
 
The boys climbed into the ride. Neither had been on a loop-o-plane for years, and both enjoyed every minute of it. By the time they finished, they were laughing and in a mood to have fun. The attendant was smiling.
 
"Did you have a good time?"
 
Trevor replied. "It was way cool! Thanks so much!"
 
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'm Decker. And this is my brother, Woody, who got me this job."
 
"I'm Trevor, and this is my friend Westy."
 
Woody paused from his tasks to give them fist bumps. Decker continued.
 
"I just got off duty. This may sound silly, but when I finish my shift, I like to play on the bumper cars to unwind. Do you guys wanna join me? They'll let us all in for free."
 
Trevor and Westin looked at each other, and Westin replied. "Why not?"
 
The bumper cars were fun. Decker kept them laughing, and the attendant gave them extra time as a courtesy to a fellow carny. When they left, the three were buddies. They walked away with Decker in the middle, his hands on their shoulders, all of them talking animatedly.
 
Finding an empty bench near the edge of the fair, Decker suggested they sit down. Trevor and Westin listened with amusement as Decker described his experiences as a carny. It was surprising what some people would do at a county fair.
 
Westin stood up. "I gotta take a leak. I'll be back in five minutes."
 
************
 
There was a line for the porta-potty, so it was more like fifteen minutes. Westin wished he'd gone behind a tree instead. When he returned to the bench, Trevor and Decker were gone. He looked around in the growing darkness, and then spotted them disappearing into the nearby woods. Puzzled, he followed.
 
When Westin reached the woods, Trevor and Decker were nowhere to be seen. He stood in the shadows for a few minutes, thinking perhaps they'd gone further to relieve themselves and would be right back. When they didn't return, he continued slowly along the path.
 
He almost missed them, and when he saw them, his jaw dropped. In a secluded opening at the end of a short side path, the two naked boys stood facing each other. Trevor's hands roamed over Decker's muscular back, while Decker grasped Trevor's ass cheeks and toyed with his pucker. Decker looked boldly into Trevor's eyes.
 
"You know what I'm gonna do, don't you?"
 
"Yeah, you're gonna fuck me."
 
"Have you been fucked before?"
 
"Yeah, a couple of times."
 
Westin couldn't believe his ears. If Trevor had experienced gay sex, it was news to him.
 
Decker spread their clothing out as a makeshift blanket.
 
"Lie down on your back."
 
Trevor did as he'd been told. Having lubricated himself, Decker dropped to his knees between Trevor's legs. The local boy raised his knees and spread his legs apart as Decker moved in and guided his pole to its target. Trevor moaned plaintively as the carny penetrated him and slowly pushed all the way in. Leaning over, Decker rested on his forearms.
 
"Ready?"
 
"Yeah."
 
Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, Decker thrust his pole deep into Trevor. Looking up at the sky, Trevor appeared to be enduring rather than enjoying the experience.
 
The pounding continued for several minutes. Occasionally Decker would stop to readjust his position. Once, his pole slipped out, and he expertly reentered without using his hands. Then he began to drive in harder, twisting his head from side to side.
 
"Fuckin' A!"
 
"Are you gonna cum now?"
 
"Fuck, yeah!"
 
Crying out with excitement, Decker slammed his pole in balls-deep. Three more times he drove in hard, flooding Trevor with his sperm. Exhausted, he dropped on top of his playmate, then pulled out and sat back on his heels.
 
"That was so fuckin' hot. Wanna do it again in a while?"
 
Trevor leaned up on his elbows and smiled weakly.
 
"Yeah, if you want to."
 
Not wishing to be detected, Westin quietly slipped away.
 
************
 
Sitting on the bench, Westin thought about what he'd seen. It seemed Trevor was telling the truth about being experienced. But with whom? His brother Danny? Westin dismissed that immediately. He knew them both too well, and you didn't do that in a small community and get away with it.
 
But why do it with Decker? The answer came immediately. Decker would be gone in two days. Having casual sex with Decker could easily be kept secret.
 
Then he figured out the rest. Trevor had returned from wrestling camp the summer before strangely subdued. It hadn't lasted long, but Westin noticed. That was probably Trevor's first time, another situation where he could keep it secret.
 
So was Trevor a closet gay? Given his lack of enthusiasm, perhaps he had some other compulsion or need that Westin didn't understand.
 
Westin stood up. Right now, the best thing would be to sit on Trevor's four-wheeler until he showed up. He headed in that direction.
 
************
 
"So, where did you and Decker disappear to? When I came back, you were gone. I waited here knowing you'd show up eventually."
 
Out of breath from running, Trevor paused before replying.
 
"Sorry about that. Decker took me around and showed me how the carnival works. It's complicated. I didn't realize how late it was until they started closing up."
 
Westin stood up. "No problem. I sat here and watched people. That's always entertaining."
 
Trevor breathed a sigh of relief. "I wouldn't wanna do anything to screw up our friendship."
 
"Don't worry. You haven't."
 
Trevor climbed on the ATV and started it. Westin got behind him and they headed towards home. When they arrived at Westin's place, Trevor turned off the engine.
 
"The carnival workers are having a party tomorrow night. Decker invited us to join him."
 
"Okay, thanks for telling me. That'd be a late night for me. I'll check with Mom."
 
Trevor paused briefly. "I gotta check too. I may not stay even if Mom approves it. I'm not sure it's a good idea. Maybe both of us oughta drive in."
 
"Sure. That makes sense. Stop by and I'll follow you. See you tomorrow."
 
************
 
Decker smiled as he crawled into bed. Trevor was good fuck, but his goal was to screw Westy. He was sure the boy was a virgin, and a hot blond virgin besides. It was Westy who showed interest in him. If he could get the boy alone, seducing him would be child's play.
 
************
 
The sun was still below the horizon when Westin awoke. Lying on top of his bed with his hands behind his head, he considered the previous day. It had been an intense one, full of surprises about himself as well as others.
 
He'd have to be careful not to reveal Trevor's secrets, or even let on he knew. Trevor seemed dependent on his heterosexual image. Whatever was motivating him, he'd have to work it out himself. Westin could support but not lead him.
 
Then there was Decker, the hot carny hunk. Westin had long hoped Trevor would take his virginity. He wasn't going to wait any longer. He wanted Decker to do it. He thought for a few minutes. He had a plan to make that happen.
 
The conversation with Trevor about the party bothered him. The delivery seemed strained, as though Trevor was sharing the information reluctantly and didn't want him to go. Was he trying to keep Decker to himself? Or was he afraid Decker might reveal what they'd done? If Westin could get permission to stay late, he'd go. Trevor would have to make his own decision.
 
He'd screwed Danny twice yesterday and, at the younger boy's request, wore the jockstrap the second time. Afterwards, Danny gave him the jockstrap, in exchange for Westin's cutoffs, as a memento of their mutual first time. Westin smiled as his gaze drifted downward. He was still wearing Danny's jockstrap, and its gentle pressure against his body was a constant boner-inducing reminder of its significance.
 
A four-wheeler pulling into the driveway interrupted Westin's reverie. Muted footsteps sounded in the basement hallway. His bedroom door quietly opened and closed. Silence followed, broken only by the sound of soft breathing. As Westin leaned up on his elbows to look, a broad smile grew on his face.
 
With a forefinger raised to his lips, Danny stood in the semi-darkness wearing nothing but Westin's cutoffs and a grin. By the time he playfully pounced on Westin, the cutoffs were gone. His grin remained through several minutes of play-wrestling and stifled laughter, and he was still wearing it when Westin silently skewered him and filled him with sperm.
 
************
 
"Hi, sleepyhead. Did you have fun at the fair?"

Westin smiled happily as he grabbed some orange juice, cold cereal, and milk.
 
"Yeah, we did. We spent some time with one of the carnival workers, a year older than me. He's a really nice guy. I like him a lot. I hope I can get to know him better when Trevor and I go back tonight. And while I think about it, the carnival workers are having a party after closing tonight. Decker invited us to join him."
 
His mother frowned. "How does it happen that a boy that young is working for a carnival?"
 
"His brother works for them, and he got Decker the job."
 
"Decker is an unusual name."
 
"I think it's a cool name for a very cool guy, so I looked it up online. It's an old English name. Westin isn't very common either. Maybe his mom wanted an unusual name for her boy, like you did."
 
There was a long silence while his mother looked out the window, reflecting.
 
"When I was a girl, there was a lot of prejudice against carnival workers. And gypsies. They were all grouped together as untrustworthy and dangerous. I never knew any carnies, but I did get to know the gypsies. Dad let them camp in a corner of our ranch. They were great people when you got to know them, which I did, without my mother's knowledge. She was sure they were going to steal me."
 
She paused again to consider what she wanted to say, and then took Westin's hand.
 
"I had a lot of fun at the gypsy camps, and I learned a lot - things that would have horrified my mother had she known. But I profited from the experience." She smiled at Westin and squeezed his hand. "Have fun with Decker. There's no curfew tonight."
 
Westin squeezed back. "Thanks, Mom."
 
She had more to say. "If you want to bring him home, you can do that too. Try not to wake me up if I'm sleeping."
 
Westin did his best not to look surprised. There were no limitations on having his friends stay overnight, but suggesting he come home with a boy she'd never met was new.
 
"Okay, I'll do that if it works out. Thanks again, Mom. I appreciate it."
 
************
 
Trevor turned off the ranch road into Westin's back yard and shut down his ATV. He watched as Westin gave his mother a goodbye kiss at the back door. As Westin walked towards his four-wheeler, Trevor took off his helmet, an amused look on his face.
 
"You're going to the fair dressed like that? I know you don't like to wear a shirt, but cut-off Levi's with the top button missing and nothing else? Are you trying to get laid? My mom would have a shit fit if I left the house looking like that."
 
Westin paused by his ATV and took a deep breath. "Please note, the cutoffs are clean. And so what if I'm trying to get laid? You're always telling me I'm overdue."
 
"But what you're wearing looks gay."
 
"And what's wrong with that? If you wanna pretend you don't know me, fine. But, like it or not, this is what I'm gonna wear. And for the record, Mom checked me out, said I looked great, and told me to have a good time."
 
It was hard to make Westin angry, but Trevor knew from experience he'd pushed too many buttons at once. He backed off quickly.
 
"I'm sorry, buddy. I was just giving you some friendly shit."
 
Westin climbed on his four-wheeler. "Let's drop it and go to the fair."
 
Westin was wearing one more item he hadn't mentioned to Trevor. His butt plug, designed to stimulate his prostate, was a hand-me-down from his friend, Ryder, who had moved on to the vibrating version.
 
The plug did its job well, making him feel like he was constantly halfway to a climax, and when he masturbated, his orgasms were much stronger. Riding the four-wheeler increased the stimulation. He wondered if he'd cream his shorts on the way. It had happened before.
 
The fair was even more fun than the night before. They bought the ride wristbands this time, and then joined up with a group of friends, all of whom gave Westin shit for what he was wearing. Westin simply smiled and gave them a friendly finger.
 
As the evening progressed and the rides lost their appeal, the group split up. Westin set out alone, enjoying the stimulation his butt plug gave him as he walked. He got a lot of glances from other fairgoers, ranging from interest to jealousy to derision. Soon, he could look at people approaching and guess by their age, gender, and attire what their reaction would be.
 
As eight o'clock approached, he went to look for Decker, and located him operating the merry-go-round with Woody. He waved at Woody and gave Decker a fist bump.
 
"Hey, Decker. What's up?"
 
Decker quickly checked him out.
 
"My dick's up. You look hotter than hell. I'd say you wanna get fucked."
 
Westin gave him a bold grin. "I'd say you're right. Do you wanna provide that service?"
 
Decker laughed. "I like your style and your attitude. Yeah, I'd fuck you in a heartbeat." He paused, and then continued. "We're gonna shut down in fifteen minutes. The party starts when everything is locked up for the night. We can hang out until then. Are you staying?"
 
"Yeah, I'm staying. I don't know about Trevor yet. I gotta check with him before the fair closes."
 
While he waited, Westin checked himself out in the merry-go-round mirrors. Now that he'd walked around for a while, his shorts had dropped a half-inch or so. That he was freeballing was crystal clear, and that his hair color was natural was confirmed by a wisp of blond pubes where the missing button should be.
 
He eased his shorts down a half-inch further. That was even better, without being too obvious. Flexing his muscles, he smiled at the smooth hard body reflected in the mirrors. He was a stud, and Decker was right - he looked like he wanted to get fucked.
 
Standing behind him, a Hispanic boy a couple of years older watched with a smile. A wave of embarrassment passed over Westin and was gone as fast as it came. Why shouldn't he check himself out in the mirror? Turning around, he smiled at the boy.
 
"Like what you see?"
 
The boy smiled back as he checked Westin out.
 
"Sí, amigo. muy guapo!" He held out his hand. "Soy Mateo."
 
Westin's high-school Spanish was being put to the test. So far, he was equal to the task
 
"Soy Westy."
 
Mateo moved closer and spoke quietly. "Quieres una mamada, Westy?"
 
Thanks to last year's foreign exchange student, Westy knew he was being offered a blow job.
 
"Sí amigo. Dónde quieres hacerlo?"
 
"Sígueme."
 
Obviously familiar with the fairgrounds, Mateo led Westin into the darkness behind the horse barn. Turning around he pulled Westin closer, running his hands over the boy's chest.
 
"Estás muy guapo, amigo."
 
Westin put his hand under Mateo's shirt and caressed the six-pack he found there.
 
"Tú también, amigo."
 
Mateo's hands moved to the front of Westin's cutoffs. Quickly unfastening the remaining buttons he dropped to his knees and pulled out the pole he found. He looked at it lovingly for a few seconds before going down on it.
 
Westin gasped with surprise. So this was what it felt like when he gave Danny a blow job. He put an encouraging hand on Mateo's head.
 
Reaching between Westin's legs, Mateo discovered the t-handle connected to the butt plug. Twisting and pulling, he added prostate stimulation to what he was already doing. Growing weak in the knees, Westin shifted his hands to Mateo's shoulders.
 
Clearly experienced, Mateo knew how to get the job done quickly. In less than a minute, Westin was at the edge. As he began to cum, his muscles contracted around the plug, increasing the stimulation Mateo was providing. His knees buckled under him, and he quickly leaned against the wall behind him. Moaning with excitement, he blasted his sperm down Mateo's throat.
 
Mateo stood up and smiled at him. "Muy agradable, amigo. Quiero follarte. Quizás mas tarde?"
 
Westin paused briefly - his Spanish knowledge was being stretched. Then he smiled. Mateo wanted to fuck him, maybe later.
 
"Si. Quizás mas tarde."
 
Before Westin could say anything more, Mateo disappeared into the darkness.
 
Westin fastened his shorts. It all happened so quickly, it seemed like a dream, but the jizz that still leaked out and ran down his leg made it real. It was fun talking with the guy in his own language, and surprising how much could be exchanged with only a few words.
 
Returning to the merry-go-round, Westin found a bench and sat down, watching Decker work while he waited for Trevor. Decker was worth watching, no matter what he was doing.
 
Westin got to his feet as Trevor approached. His friend stood quietly beside him for a moment, looking into the distance.
 
"I'm going home. How about you?"
 
"I'm gonna stay."
 
Trevor was silent for a moment. "Decker's gonna fuck you, Westy."
 
Westin looked directly at his friend. "I know. I want him to."
 
Trevor squeezed Westin's shoulder briefly, looking at his friend as if seeing him in a new light.
 
"Have fun with Decker."
 
"That's exactly what Mom said."
 
A quick smile crossed Trevor's face.
 
"Moms and best friends know."
 
When Decker and Woody finished shutting down the merry-go-round, they sat down beside Westin. Woody put his hand companionably on the younger boy's shoulder.
 
"Decker and I are both happy you're staying, Westy. What about Trevor?"
 
"He's going home."
 
"Then we'll party without him."
 
************
 
The party was being held in the group picnic area of the adjacent city park. Westin walked over with Decker and Woody. They sat at a picnic table and talked as the rest of the crew wandered over, one or two at a time. The crew was all male, and mostly under thirty. When you had them all together in one place, they created a group of hot young guys.
 
One table was covered with take-out food, soft drinks, and beer. Decker handed Westin a beer.
 
"Enjoy. We're both underage, so we can get arrested together."
 
Decker introduced Westin to a few of the guys, many of whom he'd seen working at the fair. When they stopped near a small group of boys talking animatedly in Spanish, Westin smiled.
 
"I know one of these guys." He put his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Hola Mateo. Cómo estás?"
 
Mateo turned around with a grin. "Amigo caliente!"
 
Westin smiled. "Quienes son tus amigos?"
 
Mateo made the introductions. "Mis compañeros, Carlos y Felipe. Amigos, este es Westy, el chico del que te hablé."
 
Westy exchanged fist bumps with the boys. Decker was puzzled.
 
"How do you know Mateo?"
 
"He gave me a blow job while I was waiting for you."
 
Decker laughed. "I'm not surprised. And don't let them fool you. They all work the rides like I do. They speak perfectly good English when they want to."
 
"Well, I'll talk to them in Spanish. That way you don't know what we're saying."
 
Mateo and his friends grinned at the exchange. Westin returned his attention to Mateo.
 
"Quizás podamos follar más tarde."
 
The three boys laughed, and Mateo replied.
 
"Ciertamente, amigo caliente. Hasta luego."
 
"Hasta luego, amigo."
 
Westin and Decker grabbed some salad and a couple slices of pizza each, and sat down opposite each other at an empty table. They ate for a minute or two before Decker spoke.
 
"Don't get me wrong, but I'm glad Trevor went home. He's a fun guy, but I wanna spend time alone with you."
 
Westin looked up from his food. "I want the same thing. Am I being selfish?"
 
Decker smiled. "No. Trevor had his turn yesterday."
 
They ate in companionable silence. When they were finished, Decker looked up at Westin.
 
"Are you serious about wanting to get fucked?"
 
"Yeah, I am."
 
"Tell me about your sexual experience."
 
"I've given Trevor's younger brother, Danny, a few blow jobs, and then yesterday I fucked him. That was his first time, and my first time on top."
 
"And you want me to fuck you?"
 
"Yeah, I do."
 
"Okay, I'll be right back."
 
Decker went to his trailer. Returning with a blanket, a container of lube, and a hand towel, he found Westin standing by the picnic table, his cutoffs tossed onto the bench. Hands behind his head, Westin was stretching his upper body - loosening his muscles and relaxing. Decker checked him out.
 
"Getting ready? You're even hotter naked."
 
Westin smiled. "Thanks."
 
"Grab your shorts and come with me."
 
Westin followed Decker to a grassy alcove in the woods, only a short distance from the picnic area, and watched as he spread out the blanket on the grass.
 
"We're gonna do it this close to the party?"
 
Decker grinned. "I'm the entertainment committee, and you're the entertainment."
 
Westin didn't mind being the entertainment - in fact he liked the idea. But the plug had to come out before the entertainment started. He decided to be straightforward about it.
 
"I'm wearing a butt plug that I gotta take out before we start."
 
Decker didn't bat an eye. "Leave it in. I'll pull it out when I'm ready to fuck you."

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Information Math Tutor
Posted by: WMASG - 12-30-2025, 10:24 PM - Replies (1)

   


Geordi was a nerd, in every sense of the word, right down to the black plastic-framed glasses and the pocket protector which held his assortment of writing implements. He lacked the less-practical clothing stereotypes, but there was no mistaking his fundamental nature. Having skipped both third and seventh grades, he was intellectually aligned with his peers in high school, but as is often the case, he lagged socially.
 
There was nothing more nerdy about Geordi than his name, his full name, that is. In a fit of perverse humor, his science-fiction-addicted father, Harry La Forge, named him after the Star Trek: The Next Generation character. What perfectly completed the personification was that the young African-American looked remarkably like LeVar Burton. Replace the glasses with a visor and, voila!
 
As a result, Geordi was the constant butt of jokes at school, something which he took with such equanimity that the jokes collapsed on themselves like a giant star imploding into a black hole. His affable nature quickly gained him a reputation as the approachable nerd who'd help you understand the mysteries of science. Physical science, that is. Where biological science was concerned, Geordi was clueless.
 
At fourteen, Geordi was not a stranger to masturbation. However, he was more inclined to do things like see how far he could shoot, measure how much fluid he produced, and then try to calculate the internal pressure required to attain the observed results. To be sure, he enjoyed it like every other male kid his age, but his nerdiness added new dimensions.
 
What his peers realized only at the city park swimming area and during post-PE showers was that Geordi made excellent use of his Bowflex at home. To Geordi , it was simply another scientific experiment. But when he removed his glasses, pocket protector, and shirt, he was a fucking hunk.
 
It was one of Geordi's classmates who gave him the idea - he could make money tutoring fellow students. He was more inclined to help them as friends, but when his sixteen-year-old neighbor Austin needed some extensive help making up a failing grade in the algebra class they'd taken together, Austin's mother turned to Geordi, and Geordi started his unofficial business.
 
************
 
"What good is algebra, anyway? It's not anything I'll ever use."
 
Austin was not happy about studying during the summer. Combined with his work as a lifeguard, it didn't leave as much time for fun as he'd like.
 
Geordi thought for a minute. To him, it was obvious, but how to make it obvious to someone else?
 
"If it's four miles to school and you ride your bicycle at eight miles an hour, what time do you have to leave home to be at school by eight o'clock?"
 
Austin scowled. "My mom worries about that shit."
 
Geordi took another approach. "Who's paying for me to be here?"
 
"I am. Mom says it's my fault for not studying, so I'm paying."
 
Geordi smiled. "If it's costing you ten dollars an hour for me to help you and you waste thirty percent of the time bitching about it, twenty percent wishing you were swimming, and ten percent rubbing your boner like you are right now, how much money will you be throwing away."
 
Austin grinned, but then he thought for a minute or so.
 
"You didn't give me enough information."
 
"What do you need to know?"
 
"How many hours it will take if I don't do all of those other things."
 
"Very good. I gave you one equation with two unknowns. That doesn't work. Try this. There are twenty lessons to do. Half will take three hours each. One quarter will take half again as long, and the rest each take an average of all the rest. Only twenty percent of that will require my help. So, how many hours?"
 
"That's too complicated. I could do it with simple math, but it would take a long time."
 
Geordi grinned. "Precisely. And with algebra, you can do it in a minute once you understand how."
 
Geordi scratched on a piece of paper for about thirty seconds.
 
"It will take fourteen hours of my time if you don't screw around, thirty-five if you do. That's twenty-one hours at ten dollars an hour. The answer to the original question is two hundred ten dollars."
 
"That's a lot of money! How did you do that?"
 
Geordi smiled with satisfaction. "Shall we begin?"
 
************
 
The lessons went well. Austin learned quickly, once he put his mind to it. The practical applications became clearer each day. One week into the one-month online-course project, Austin was ahead of the game. It would take even less of Geordi's time than the original estimate.
 
Geordi found he enjoyed teaching, and began to rethink his career plans. That he'd earn less because Austin learned quickly didn't matter. He was having fun, and he'd lined up three more students in the meantime.
 
Geordi was learning something else, too. Working closely with Austin gave him a boner. There was an intellectual connection and a friendship developing which both were enjoying. But something biological was happening, too.
 
Geordi liked the smell of Austin's hair. The smile when he understood something. His tight abs and the way his muscles moved when he discarded his shirt. And the twinkle in his eye when, having done so, he saw Geordi scoping him out yet again.
 
Austin knew what was happening, and he was smart enough to know that Geordi didn't. He had some lessons he could give in return, and he wouldn't charge for them either. He'd seen Geordi at the lake, and knew he was hotter than one might think at first glance. He and Geordi could have a lot of fun.
 
"Wanna go swimming at the lake with me tonight after the park closes?"
 
"That's illegal, isn't it?"
 
Austin grinned. "Lighten up, dude. Skyler and I do it all the time, and we invite friends to join us."
 
Now that Austin mentioned it, Geordi recalled his younger brother having reported doing that. He wasn't sure he believed it at the time, but maybe Wesley hadn't been shitting him after all. He smiled.
 
"Sure! Sounds like fun. Can I bring my brother Wes?"
 
That didn't quite fit with Austin's plan, but there was an easy solution. He smiled as he considered how much fun this could be.
 
"Yeah, I know Wes. Bring him along."
 
************
 
"I need a little help, and I think you'll be happy to provide it."
 
Austin was addressing his fellow lifeguard.
 
"You want me to fuck you."
 
Austin laughed. "Not a chance, but I want you to fuck someone else."
 
Skyler grinned. "Eric? That would be as much fun as fucking his buddy Brody."
 
Austin's eyebrows rose. "You fucked Brody?"
 
Skyler smiled reminiscently. "Yeah, the night before he left. In the woods, all night. Don't tell Eric, though. It would piss him off to find out I'd seduced his first lifeguard groupie. But I can tell you more about that later. Who do you want me to fuck?"
 
"Well, first you should know that I invited Geordi to join me for a late swim tonight."
 
Skyler laughed. "That nerd? He wouldn't know what to do with it if you put it in for him."
 
Austin smiled. "You might be surprised. He's been tutoring me in algebra. We hit it off pretty well, and he's been checking me out when he thinks I'm not looking. He might require a little guidance, but I bet I could get him to top me."
 
Skyler was indeed surprised. "I have a hard time seeing you being friends with a nerd and a harder time imagining you bottoming for anyone."
 
"I'd make an exception for him. But the reason I brought it up is he wants to bring Wes. Would you care to join us?"
 
Skyler grinned broadly. "I bet Geordi doesn't even know Wes is doing it. Oh, yes, I would! Count me in. This could be an interesting evening."
 
************
 
Austin arrived early, wanting to be there when Geordi arrived. He spread out a blanket on the grass near the swimming area. Kicking off his beach sandals and removing his shorts, he lay down to wait.
 
Geordi and Wesley showed up next together. Ever practical, Geordi had left his glasses at home. Shirtless and without the specs, he was hotter than hades. Wesley pulled off his shorts without hesitation. Austin leaned up and gave them both fist bumps.
 
"Hi guys. Skyler's coming too, He's not here yet,though. Have a seat if you like."
 
They both sat down. Wesley, the sociable one, spoke up.
 
"Thanks for inviting us for an evening swim. I enjoyed the other times I was here, and I think Geordi will, too. Geordi, pull off your shorts."
 
Wesley's mischievous grin suggested he hadn't filled Geordi in on the fun he was expecting. It would be a surprise to Geordi, which was what Austin wanted. He grinned back.
 
"I'm glad you had a good time with Skyler. Should we swim while we wait for him?"
 
Wesley jumped up ready to go. Although a year younger than Geordi, he was the leader, at least in social situations. He grabbed Geordi by the hand.
 
"Come on, bro. Don't sit there like a bump on a log. And for fuck's sake, take your damn shorts off. Austin must not have told you, but we're gonna go skinny dipping."
 
Geordi let himself be pulled up, and then he stripped like the other two.
 
They walked down to the lake, enjoying the warm night air. The full moon shone brightly on the water, joining with the light breeze to turn the wavelets into liquid gold. They stopped to look at the moving sculpture, each seeing something different. Austin saw the beauty of the moonlight on the water. Geordi contemplated the science of reflected light. Wesley saw another opportunity to take a load from Skyler.
 
The three boys slipped into the water and swam away from the shore. They were only about fifty feet out when Skyler came running up.
 
"Sorry I'm late, guys. My bicycle had a flat tire."
 
A grin on his face, Wesley turned directly towards shore and waded out. Turning around he called to the others.
 
"Why don't you two swim on out to the diving platform. I'll hang out on the beach with Skyler."
 
Austin smiled. The kid was smart. "Sounds good. We'll be back a little later. Skyler, there are refreshments in my cooler."
 
************
 
Austin climbed onto the diving platform with Geordi right behind him.
 
"Have you ever gone diving at night?"
 
Geordi was shivering slightly. "Nope. Nor swimming, which is awesome."
 
Austin put a friendly hand on Geordi's shoulder. "It's exciting diving off the board. You can't see into the water so it looks like you're gonna land on a solid surface. You gotta trust what you know." He grinned. "Like a lot of science."
 
Geordi grinned back. "You go first."
 
Austin resisted. "I'd like you to go first. Have confidence the water will behave the way you expect it to, and there's no monster in there waiting for you."
 
Geordi stepped up onto the board and walked to the end. He looked back at Austin and smiled - and then did a perfect forward dive into the water. Austin climbed onto the board. As soon as Geordi surfaced, he followed him in.
 
Coming back up, he had advice. "The only thing to be careful of is not to dive on top of your companions. Keep track of where everybody is at all times."
 
Austin smiled to himself. Although swimming and diving lessons weren't what he had in mind for the evening, he enjoyed the opportunity to share his knowledge.
 
The boys climbed onto the platform.
 
"Do a back dive this time."
 
Geordi hesitated, but only for a moment. This was Austin's area of expertise, and he'd do what Austin told him to. He went to the end of the board and did a perfect back dive. Austin stood on the edge of the platform waiting for him to come up.
 
"What did you think?"
 
Geordi grinned. "It's wild. You don't realize how much you depend on your surroundings for reference points. I had to trust my instincts to believe it would come out right."
 
Austin grinned back. "Perfect analysis. And a perfect dive." He sat down on the diving board. "Come on up and join me."
 
Geordi sat next to Austin, shivering again. Austin rubbed his back and shoulders, wiping off the water and trying to warm him up a little.
 
"You must not be used to this. Do you wanna head back to shore?"
 
Geordi paused a minute, struggling to say what he wanted to.
 
"Not yet. I like being out here alone with you."
 
Austin squeezed his shoulder. "I like it too, buddy. You've become a good friend this week. I appreciate all of your help."
 
Geordi smiled, and noticed he'd stopped shivering. Austin's touch was all it took to warm him up. And give him a boner. He looked down at it. Austin chuckled - his was rising, too.
 
"Don't worry about it, buddy. In fact, I'm glad to see I have that effect on you. You can see what you're doing to me, too."
 
Geordi paused to think again. "It's not normal."
 
Austin thought for a moment. "Let me give you back one of your own lessons, Geordi. You showed me how algebra is useful for statistics, and one thing we talked about was 'normal'. It depends on the population being studied. What's normal for one population isn't for another. This is normal for you and me."
 
Geordi smiled. "I'm glad to see you remember that."
 
Austin smiled back. "You're a good teacher. All of us are normal in certain populations and not normal in others. You're a normal nerd. I'm not. Your brother is socially normal for a teenager. You're not. Does it matter? Not at all. Let me tell you my favorite saying: 'Why be normal when you can be yourself?' Be yourself, Geordi. Be a nerd. And be gay, if that's what you are. To hell with normal."
 
Geordi laughed out loud. Then he turned his head towards Austin with a look on his face somewhere between amusement and determination. Putting his arm around Austin, he leaned in and gave him a kiss on his temple.
 
"I've been wanting to do that for a long time."
 
Austin grinned at him and gave him a firm kiss on the lips.
 
"Me too. Now, are there other things you've been wanting to do?"
 
Geordi paused. "Yeah, and I don't even know what some of them are."
 
Austin squeezed Geordi's neck. "Let's go back to the beach. It's my turn to be the teacher."
 
Geordi hesitated. "What about Skyler? And Wes?"
 
Austin smiled to himself. That problem had undoubtedly taken care of itself.
 
"Let's play that one by ear."
 
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Information Lifeguard Trainee
Posted by: WMASG - 12-30-2025, 10:20 PM - Replies (1)

   

Eric checked out his reflection in his bedroom mirror and smiled. The red lifeguard shorts fit perfectly. That was fortunate because the drawstring was missing, thus he was dependent on the elastic waistband to hold them up.
 
The trainee shorts could not be found, so Eric had Austin's old pair of official lifeguard shorts. They were faded and worn, but that was okay. It would make him look more experienced.
 
The mesh liner was torn and ineffective. He found some scissors and cut it out. He could wear a pair of briefs underneath. He put the shorts on and looked again. His bulge showed nicely. He rubbed himself to make it hard. Every detail of his rigid pole showed clearly through the threadbare material. He grinned at his reflection. To hell with the underwear.
 
Eric tightened his abs, and the shorts dropped a half-inch. They would ride a little below his waist and a little above his speedo tan line. He smiled. He looked like a slightly smaller version of Skyler and Austin. Ten percent cotton and ninety percent hot young adolescent. Perfection.
 
Eric checked the time. He needed to be at the lifeguard stand to help set up for the day, so it was time to go. He pulled on a pair of cargo shorts over his lifeguard uniform for the walk to the beach. Grabbing his bottle of water, he stuffed a few snack bars into one cargo pocket and his phone into the other. Slipping out the basement door, he headed for the park.
 
************
 
A few people were on the beach when Eric arrived. A couple were swimming, but most were sunning themselves on beach towels. Swimming without lifeguard supervision was okay, but they were on their own, as the signs clearly stated.
 
Eric sat at a nearby picnic table to wait for Austin. He was excited about his informal training program. He would train on the two or three weekdays when Austin had the early shift alone, from ten o'clock until Skyler arrived at noon.
 
Austin arrived five minutes before ten. He gave Eric a high-five and smiled at him.
 
"Hey there, trainee. Are you ready to learn?"
 
Eric grinned. "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it."
 
Austin unlocked the lifeguard stand and Eric set up the safety equipment and additional signage under his direction. Then they climbed up onto the stand and pulled off their outer clothing. Officially on duty, they sat down in the two chairs. Austin began his instruction.
 
"The first thing you'll discover is that you have to fight boredom, at least early in the morning. It's important to pay attention and not to let your mind wander. You need to systematically scan the area, not focussing closely on one place." He smiled. "Careful inspection of hot boys has to wait until your break."
 
"You don't have any authority yet, of course, so if you see anything wrong, bring it to my attention. If it's important, I'll deal with it. If not, we can discuss why it isn't important. Some things are better ignored if they're minor. And if you have any questions, ask."
 
As he talked, Austin's eyes were on the swimmers.
 
"I try to keep a mental image of where people are, especially if they're straying out of the designated area or have a potential for getting into trouble. Mothers with toddlers are often a problem. When they start to socialize with other mothers, I watch their kids more closely."
 
"Skyler will be here at noon. Until then, you and I won't leave the immediate area. I took a leak before I left home. There's an emergency plastic bottle in the back, and you're fairly invisible in a back corner. I've never had to use it."
 
Austin paused. "Any questions?"
 
"Not yet."
 
"Okay. This morning, I want you to talk to me about what you see that you think is important. And unnecessary chatter about personal lives should be kept to a minimum. I might tell you, for example, that you're hotter than hell in those shorts, but we won't get into a long conversation about it."
 
They watched in silence for several minutes as people came and went from the water. A couple of boys swam to the platform and used the diving board. Then Eric had an observation.
 
"There's a kid about eight years old splashing around alone near the left end of the swimming area. I don't think he knows how to swim."
 
Austin looked. "Good call. So we watch him more carefully. He's not doing anything wrong - yet."
 
The youngster reached the end of the swimming area. Hanging onto the perimeter rope, he started to go further out into the lake. Austin stood up, blew his whistle, and spoke with authority.
 
"Do not hang onto the rope."
 
The kid hollered back. "But I can't swim."
 
Austin responded. "Then stay in the shallow area."
 
The kid ignored him. Austin looked around for a parent. There were no candidates.
 
"Okay, this is where I leave the stand. You stay here."
 
Austin walked towards the kid, who immediately began to return to shallow water. When the kid was back on the beach, Austin squatted down to talk with him. Eric listened to the conversation.
 
"Okay, buddy, let's talk about this. You need to stay in the shallow water until you learn to swim. It would be better if you wore a life vest, too. You can't depend on the rope to support you." He pointed. "There's a sign over there with the rules. You need to read it and get someone to explain it to you if you don't understand. Okay?"
 
The kid was now contrite. "Okay."
 
Austin smiled at him. "Great. Now, have a good time, but stay safe."
 
Several kids were listening, so the lesson had been shared with others. A couple of adults were watching how Austin handled the situation. One grinned and gave Austin a thumbs-up as he walked back and climbed up the steps to the stand.
 
"That was a good lesson for you to watch. Another infraction, and I issue a warning. The third, and he leaves for the day. Also, I don't use contractions when giving instructions from the stand. That's a personal habit because I believe it makes things clearer and more authoritative."
 
Eric looked thoughtful. "I noticed too that you were friendly but firm." He smiled reminiscently. "I noticed that the other night, too."
 
Austin laughed. "You're right - it becomes a habit. But it's a technique that's useful in many situations, or so my training instructor told me."
 
For the rest of the morning, they both watched, mostly in silence. Occasionally, Eric made an observation and Austin used it for a training point. Eric absorbed every bit of information Austin provided.
 
Skyler showed up right on time. He smiled at Eric.
 
"Hey, lifeguard trainee. Have you learned a lot?"
 
Eric smiled back. "Yes, I have. I appreciate what you guys are doing for me."
 
"It's not a problem. We'll have fun doing it." He turned to Austin. "Are you staying here for lunch or going home."
 
Austin pulled on his street clothes. "I'll walk across the street for a burger today. Eric, do you need a restroom break?"
 
"Nope."
 
"You can hang out here with Skyler and get more training. When I come back, it will be getting busy, so Skyler and I will occupy the stand. You're welcome to hang around the beach, of course."
 
He paused. "Normally, Skyler and I only wear our official lifeguard shorts when we're on duty. You should do that, too." He smiled. "But we decided you're on duty whenever we are, so you're welcome to wear your lifeguard shorts all day. They're likely to draw some interest."
 
Eric grinned. "Thanks, I'll do that."
 
************
 
Skyler made a few suggestions to Eric. Skyler paid more attention to the diving platform, especially if there were younger kids out there, but in general, he didn't have the experience or maturity that Austin's additional year gave him.
 
"If you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them, but you're Austin's trainee, and he's the one who should give you the instruction."
 
Eric understood that. Too many people giving instructions can cause more confusion than help. He'd learned that on the middle-school swim team. The older kids wanted to give advice. He'd learned to listen to the coach.
 
Austin returned and turned Eric loose for the day. Eric walked out towards the water, but was stopped by a group of kids. One of the older kids, about ten years old, spoke up.
 
"Are you a real lifeguard?"
 
Eric smiled at him. "No, the lifeguards are my friends and they're training me."
 
That didn't make any difference to what he wanted.
 
"Cool! Will you play with us like Skyler does?"
 
So this was part of the job description. Eric grinned at the kid.
 
"Sure! What's the game today?"
 
"How about tag."
 
"Okay, let's go up on the grass out of the swimming area so we don't run into people."
 
Another kid spoke up. "That's what Skyler does, too."
 
Eric smiled. He knew from experience what Skyler did.
 
The game lasted a half hour. The kids loved playing with Eric as much as with Skyler. They screamed with excitement when Eric did more than tag them. If they were small enough, he tossed them onto his shoulder and carried them around for a few moments. Otherwise, he wrestled them down onto the grass and pinned them.
 
A redheaded kid a little younger and a couple of inches shorter than Eric watched from the sidelines, wanting to play but reluctant to join without an invitation. Eric grinned at him.
 
"Come on and join us."
 
The kid grinned back and joined the other team, following Eric's example of giving the kids extra entertainment.
 
The game lasted a half hour, and when the kids grew tired of it and went back to swimming, the redhead sat down on the grass. Eric sat beside him and gave him a fist bump.
 
"I'm glad you joined us. I'm Eric."
 
"I'm Brody. Thanks for inviting me to play. It was fun. I heard you say you're a lifeguard trainee. That's pretty cool."
 
Eric smiled at Brody. "Yeah, the lifeguards are my friends. They're giving me some instruction because I wanna be a lifeguard in a couple of years when I'm old enough."
 
"I wanna do that too, but I don't know any lifeguards to give me a head start like you're getting. How old are you?"
 
"'I'm thirteen."
 
"I'll be thirteen on Friday."
 
Eric grinned. "Happy Birthday early, in case I forget. I haven't seen you around. Do you live here?"
 
"I'm visiting my grandmother for a week."
 
"Awesome! I hope you'll come down here and hang out with me when I'm not training."
 
Brody smiled happily. "Thanks, Eric. That would be great. I've been here a couple of days and haven't met anybody yet besides you."
 
Eric stood up. "Wanna swim out to the diving platform?"
 
Brody's smile grew broader. "Sure!"
 
They walked onto the swimming dock, dove into the water, and swam to the platform. As Eric climbed up the ladder, his shorts slipped down an inch or so, revealing his ass crack in back and blond pubic hair in front.
 
Once on the platform, he looked down at himself. The wet shorts clung to his body, and his junk stood out in bold relief. If he got wood, every detail would be visible. He smiled. That would be fine - it paid to advertise.
 
Brody climbed up behind him. Eric looked back. Brody was checking out his ass. He turned around and Brody quickly scoped him out in front, too. Eric pulled up the shorts and they stayed in place. He looked at Brody.
 
"No drawstring. I hope I don't lose them."
 
Brody replied without thinking.
 
"It'd be okay if you did."
 
Eric laughed, and Brody turned red with embarrassment.
 
Eric got up on the board and dove in, and Brody followed. Climbing back out, Eric was careful about keeping his shorts up.
 
Eric sat down on the edge of the dock. Brody sat beside him, checking him out. He looked up and saw that Eric was watching him. Brody turned red with embarrassment again. Eric grinned at him.
 
"Don't worry about it, Brody. I've been looking at you, too. You've got a hot muscular body, and a nice package, too." He paused with a teasing smile. "For a kid who's only twelve."
 
Now nearly as red as his hair, Brody managed a smile. "Thanks."
 
They sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Eric noticed a middle-aged lady on the shore waving at them.
 
"Is that your grandmother?"
 
Brody looked unhappy. "Yeah, it is. I guess I gotta go now. I had a lot of fun. I'll be gone tomorrow. Will you be here Thursday? I can stay all day then."
 
"Yes, I'll be here. I'll be training until noon. Then I'll be free for the rest of the day. I'll look for you."
 
Brody's smile returned. "Cool. See you then."
 
Brody dove in and swam towards shore. Eric watched until he got to the beach and turned around. The boys waved at each other. Eric had a new friend.
 
************
 
"So, who was the redhead I saw you talking with on Tuesday?"
 
Austin and Eric had been on duty about an hour. The morning was cloudy and cooler than usual. The beach was uncharacteristically vacant.
 
"His name is Brody. He's visiting his grandmother this week."
 
"I saw him playing tag with you and the younger kids, and then swimming and diving later. He seems like a nice kid."
 
Eric smiled. "I like him. He's supposed to show up today and spend more time with me."
 
"Any potential for night fun?"
 
"Maybe, but I'm not sure if he's interested. If he is, daytime fun in the woods may be a better idea. He might not be able to get turned loose at night."
 
Austin nodded. "Let me know what happens." He pointed towards the beach. "I think I see him over there waving at you."
 
Eric looked and waved back. "He's here early." He signaled to Brody to come over. Brody seemed shy in Austin's presence. Eric smiled at him.
 
"Hey, Brody. I'm glad you're here. This is Austin, my trainer. He's the senior lifeguard."
 
Austin leaned over and shared a high-five. "Nice to meet you, Brody. Eric says you're visiting. Are you having a good time?"
 
Brody warmed up to Austin quickly. It was hard not to.
 
"Yeah, I am." He smiled. "And it got better when I met Eric the other day."
 
"Eric's a cool guy. He'll be a good friend while you're here. If you want, he can join you now. Our training program isn't rigid."
 
Brody shook his head. "I don't want to interfere with Eric's training. I'm gonna wander around and check out the park and the woods next to it for a while. I'll be back to swim after it warms up a little."
 
"Okay, we'll expect to see you later. You can leave your beach towel by the lifeguard stand if you want to. No one will bother it."
 
Brody dropped his towel. "Thanks." He looked at Eric. "I brought a Frisbee. I thought maybe the kids would like to play Frisbee tag."
 
Eric smiled. "Great idea! We'll try it."
 
Brody walked away in the direction of the park. Austin looked thoughtful.
 
"So, he's checking out the woods. I wonder if someone told him about the possibilities there. I didn't mention it the other night, but there are several secluded spots like the one we used. Skyler and I aren't the only ones to use the area. It's kind of an open secret that you can go there either for privacy or companionship, if you get my drift."
 
Eric looked surprised. "I see. I didn't know we had a gay hangout here - at least that's what I think you mean."
 
Austin smiled. "You understand perfectly. It's not used much, but if you decide to use it, go to the end of the trail like we did with someone you know. Older guys who are there for a quickie stick closer to the front and use the side trails. It's best to avoid them."
 
"Cool. Thanks for the advice."
 
Brody was back in a half hour. He grabbed his towel with a smile and thanks, and claimed a spot on the beach. The clouds had disappeared, and the usual crowd had shown up. After the slow start, it was turning out to be a normal summer day. Austin stood up and stretched.
 
"You can take off early and join Brody if you want to."
 
"Thanks. I'll do that today so I can spend more time with him."
 
************

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Posted by: WMASG - 12-30-2025, 10:18 PM - No Replies

   


The kid was waiting alone on the bench in the school-bus-stop shelter, his backpack on one side and band instrument case on the other. He was reading a book. Cody recognized him as the boy who'd recently moved into one of the houses across the country road from his parents' dairy farm.
 
Originally intended as a forty-acre subdivision, the development had failed many years earlier when neither the urbanites fifty miles away nor the residents of the nearby town showed interest in moving there. Beyond four unkempt homes, now low-income housing, and the broken asphalt road leading to the deteriorating driveways, little evidence remained of the original dream.
 
Pulling out of the farm road onto the paved rural road in an aging pickup truck, Cody pulled to a stop in front of the kid and lowered the passenger side window.
 
"The bus already went by, buddy. Can I give you a ride? We're probably going to the same place."
 
The kid took a couple of seconds to respond, replaying his mom's injunction not to ride with strangers. Hell, he wasn't in grade school any more, and this wasn't the evil city he'd been living in.
 
"Thanks, I'll take you up on that."
 
The kid grabbed his pack and stuffed the book inside. Picking up the band instrument, he climbed into the front seat. After stashing his belongings between his legs, he closed the door.
 
"Thanks for the ride. I don't know how I missed the bus."
 
"It went by about fifteen minutes ago. You're apparently the only student for this stop this year. The driver should have a list, and usually he'd honk his horn and wait a minute or two, but it's the first day of school and he probably overlooked you."
 
"Thanks for the information, and thanks again for the ride."
 
Cody smiled at the kid. "Not a problem. This is my first time driving to school. I rode that bus for many years. This year I get to be independent. By the way, I'm Cody."
 
"I'm Matt. We just moved in a week ago."
 
"Nice to meet you, Matt. Are you an eighth grader?"
 
Matt bristled slightly. This was an ongoing misconception. Being one of those kids whose birthday fell in late August, barely meeting the first-grade deadline, he'd been the youngest in his class from day one. Being small for his age didn't help either, and the combination was a continuous irritation.
 
"No, I'm a freshman this year. I'll be fourteen next week."
 
Cody caught the defensiveness and hid the surprise that would have compounded the problem.
 
"August thirty-first?"
 
"No, August twenty-eighth. But still too close for comfort."
 
Cody laughed. "Me too. We share a birthday. But I made the cut too, and I'm a senior this year. The end is in sight."
 
"What will you do then?"
 
"Probably go to the community college and get an agriculture degree. I plan to stay on the farm."
 
They rode in silence for a few minutes before Cody asked a question.
 
"So, you play the clarinet?"
 
"No, it's an oboe."
 
"I've never heard of an oboe."
 
"It's similar in size to the clarinet, except the reed is different, and the sound is completely different. Do a search on YouTube if you'd like to hear the difference."
 
Cody smiled. "I'll do that. I'm not much of a musician, but now I'm curious."
 
Matt looked over at Cody. "Do you play an instrument?"
 
"I play the guitar, but just for fun. I'm not very good, but I like to play western songs, mostly for my own enjoyment."
 
Matt looked down at his oboe, almost lovingly. "Your own enjoyment comes first. Someday, I'd like to hear you play your guitar."
 
Cody grinned at Matt. "We'll do that sometime, but you'll probably be disappointed."
 
During the rest of the ride, Cody learned that Matt was an only child living with a single mother, and that in addition to his interest in music, he liked to read a wide variety of books. Matt learned that the dairy farm had been started by Cody's grandparents, and was now owned by his father. Cody hoped to be the third generation to operate it.
 
When they arrived at the school complex, Cody pulled into the student parking lot and turned to Matt.
 
"I'd give you a ride home too, but you'll have to find the bus because I have football practice."
 
Matt smiled shyly. "No problem. Thanks again for the ride."
 
"No problem, Matt. Would you like to ride in with me again tomorrow?"
 
Matt smiled, more broadly this time. "Sure. That would be super."
 
Cody returned the smile. "Great. I'll see you at the bus stop at seven thirty."
 
************
 
Thus began a year-long pattern, during which the senior jock and the freshman bookworm developed a strong and unusual friendship. They often talked at lunch and between classes, and student awareness of their friendship helped prevent another common problem for Matt - being picked on because of his size and introverted nature. In addition, Matt became acquainted with a cross-section of the student body and began to develop a few social skills.
 
Matt shared everything with his mom, so she was fully aware of the friendship. She spoke with Cody once or twice, and early on met his parents. She wasn't neglectful, but was definitely hands-off with parenting. With her waitress job, she had enough to do just keeping the roof over their heads and food on the table. Her own social life was sporadic, and carried out at the local night spots. Since it was not unusual for her to spend the night with her boyfriend of the moment, Matt had learned to be self-reliant at an early age.
 
Noting Matt's lack of transportation and the long and unusual hours his mother was absent, Cody often gave him rides to football games, providing another opportunity for socialization. When wrestling season began, Cody convinced him to turn out.
 
The coach was delighted to have a wrestler in the 113-pound class. Fortunately, he was still delighted when Matt found himself in the 120-pound class. Matt was growing vertically and putting on muscle. He was enjoying everything about the sport.
 
Sometimes, wrestling gave him wood, and he hadn't quite figured out why. He noticed it had the same effect on some of his team members, Cody and Skyler in particular, especially when they wrestled each other. Once in a while, Skyler rode home with Cody and Matt, and spent the night with Cody.
 
When spring came around, Matt wanted to take lifeguard training with Skyler, but he was too young. So he joined Cody on the track team. Cody concentrated on things like shot put, discus, and javelin. Matt did very well with the short-distance running events, well enough that he got as far as the regional meet.
 
Matt continued to mature. Now he was developing hair in places where the others already had it, and was pleased because it made him less conspicuous. And Cody gently cued him in on the need for deodorant.
 
The friendship was not without benefit to Cody too. The two would often discuss the books Cody was required to read for his English class - books that Matt invariably had read. Matt would then read Cody's book reports and make suggestions for improvements. In the final analysis, Matt helped Cody pass senior English and therefore graduate with his class, a fact that was not lost on the older boy.
 
************
 
Matt's participation in the school concert band continued in the background. There was the winter concert in December, a community tradition. This year, the band took on the challenging task of performing the full Nutcracker Suite. This was Matt's first performance with the band, and only his mother and the most serious musicians in the audience paid attention to his outstanding performance of the oboe solos.
 
The young band director, straight out of college and new to the school, took note though. After presenting the challenge to Matt, he added Robert Smith's In a Gentle Rain to the spring program.
 
The concert was held on a perfect April Saturday evening. This time, in addition to Matt's mom, Cody and his parents showed up to support him.
 
The first half of the concert consisted of the traditional march music along with band renditions of show tunes. As she stood for the intermission, Matt's mom blew him a kiss and gave him a thumbs-up. He smiled at her and returned the thumbs-up.
 
As the intermission ended, as if on cue, the sound of raindrops could be heard pattering against the high windows of the gymnasium. The band director smiled and turned to the audience.
 
"I put in a special order for the accompaniment. It arrived exactly on time."
 
The audience laughed in appreciation. The band director turned to the musicians and raised his baton. As the music began and the piano intro transitioned to the melancholy instrumental solo, the audience grew completely still, amazed at what they were hearing. The young kid with the oboe drew emotion from his double-reed instrument like nothing ever heard in that room.
 
As the short four-minute piece came to an end, one could have heard the proverbial pin drop. The band director paused briefly before acknowledging Matt with his extended arm. As Matt got to his feet, the stunned silence ended in applause, and then a standing ovation. Matt shyly tipped his head in acknowledgement, and sat down. As the applause continued, he stood again, as the director gestured to include the pianist and the rest of the band.
 
In keeping with the spring theme, the concert continued with Copland's Appalachian Spring, a challenge for other young soloists and the whole band, and then ended with another traditional march. As the local paper stated the next week, the high school concert band had never produced a performance like that one, and the editor hoped for several more years of the same as both the director and musicians matured.
 
The band exited backstage, returning the music and instruments to the band room. Matt quietly slipped out the back door and into the car where his mother waited.
 
"Great job, Matt!"
 
Matt smiled at her. "Thanks, Mom. And thanks for making me start this in middle school and for pushing me to practice." He smiled. "I think you won't have to push so much in the future."
 
She leaned over and gave him a kiss. "It's all been worth it, and will continue to be. You should also send your grandfather an email thanking him again for the instrument. If he hadn't played it and given it to you, there would have been no opportunity in the first place." She laughed. "I know you won't tell him how good you are, so I'll take care of that part."
 
Cody had something to say on Monday morning.
 
"Holy shit, Matt! You are a fucking stud with that oboe. I've never heard anything like it. I swear there wasn't a dry eye in the audience."
 
Matt grinned. "Thanks. Tell that to my mom in exactly those words. She'll love it."
 
Cody laughed. "I'll do that, but I'll omit the f-word. But you gave me an idea. I'm going to work up something for guitar and oboe. What do you think?"
 
Matt's eyes lit up. "I think it's a great idea. What do you have in mind?"
 
Cody smiled slyly. "Let me surprise you."
 
************
 
As summer approached, Cody and Matt began to talk about their plans. Cody would be working for his parents. Eight miles from town, with his bicycle as his only transportation, Matt would be doing a lot of reading, practicing his oboe, and otherwise be at loose ends.
 
The last day of school, Cody gave Matt a ride home, as was usual now. Matt was sad to see the year end. The rides to and from school, the sharing of sports interests, and the conversations during the day had become an important part of his life. He was trying to figure out how to express that sadness, but he didn't have to. Cody detected it, and put out a plan he'd already developed with his parents.
 
"How would you like to work with me on the farm this summer?"
 
The excitement showed in Matt's eyes, but practicality took hold. "Am I old enough?"
 
"You're fourteen, and that's old enough for non-hazardous farm work." Cody smiled. "In fact, you're old enough to work without your mom's permission."
 
He paused to see what Matt would say. He didn't have to wait long.
 
"I'd rather have her permission, though."
 
Cody grinned. "That was a test, and you passed. Will your mom be home this evening?"
 
"As far as I know."
 
"Then how about if I come over at about seven o'clock and we can talk about it."
 
Matt grinned from ear to ear. "That sounds perfect. Thanks so much for the offer."
 
Cody gave him a wry smile. "You may not thank me later. It'll be hard work."
 
************
 
Matt's mom had reservations. Cody's dad was waiting at home to help sell the idea, but it didn't come to that. Cody's presentation was sufficiently convincing.
 
"Matt can only work nine hours a day, six days a week, and rarely will he work that much. It will mostly be helping with milking the cows, keeping the barn clean, and helping me move the irrigation pipe in the hay fields. Only during the hay harvest are we likely to push the limits. He can't do any dangerous work. I may teach him to drive a tractor, but other than that, there will be no work with machinery."
 
Matt nearly had a spontaneous orgasm at the suggestion he might learn to drive a tractor. If he hadn't been sold on the plan already, that would have been the clincher.
 
Matt's mom thought for a moment. "Okay, I'm good with it. It'll give Matt some exercise and a new experience." She smiled at Matt. "And keep him from completely exhausting the book supply at the library."
 
Cody and Matt grinned at each other. Cody stood to leave and addressed Matt's mom. "Thanks for letting Matt do this." He put his hand on Matt's shoulder and squeezed it gently. "See you at five o'clock Monday morning."
 
If the hour was a surprise, Matt didn't show it.
 
"Awesome! I'll be there. Thanks!"
 
The hand on the shoulder was a surprise. More than the backslapping and joking around with the wrestling and track teams, it was a gesture of personal friendship, and it sent confusing chills up and down Matt's spine.
 
************
 
The post-milking cleanup tasks fell largely to Matt as the new guy. He wasn't all that fond of those tasks, preferring the outside tasks that came later in the day. That was when he and Cody moved the hand-line irrigation, fixed fences, and did various maintenance activities.
 
Cody worked shirtless, and Matt followed his mentor's example. Matt quickly developed an interest in Cody's muscles and the way they moved smoothly and effortlessly while he worked. He noticed Cody's blond hair and blue eyes, wondering why he'd never focused on those things before. He lived for the moments when Cody would put a hand on his shoulder and tell him what a good job he was doing.
 
Matt thought about Cody most of his waking hours, including at night when he relieved certain pressures that had built up during the day. He wanted to be with Cody all the time, and was sad when he had to go home at the end of his work day.
 
It came to him suddenly one day in a flash of insight. He was in love with Cody. But what to do about it. Cody couldn't possibly feel the same way. If he admitted it, would it ruin their relationship? What would his mother think? What would Cody's parents think? It loomed as a huge problem. Maybe he should simply try to forget it.
 
Two of Matt's fringe benefits were breakfast with Cody and his parents after the milking was finished, and a sack lunch that went with him for later in the day. Matt and Cody nearly always had lunch together, wherever they were working, sitting on the tailgate of the pickup.
 
The lunch conversation topics were diverse, ranging from running a farm to their shared experiences with sports to the books they'd read. One day, Cody had a suggestion.
 
"Do you remember me talking about working on some oboe and guitar music?"
 
Matt's eyes lit up in anticipation. "I guess you have something to try."
 
"Yeah, I do. How about if you bring your oboe along tomorrow and I'll bring my guitar. We'll have lunch up in the meadow by the creek and allow a little time for some music."
 
Matt smiled from ear to ear. "That sounds perfect. I'm anxious to find out what you developed. Did you write out parts on music paper?"
 
Cody grimaced. "I don't read music, so I don't write it either, other than guitar chord notations. But I've been listening to some things and playing chords along with it. I think you'll like what I have in mind."
 
************
 
"That piece you played for the last band concert, In A Gentle Rain. I suspect you can play your solo without music. Right?"
 
Lunch was finished, and Cody and Matt were sitting on the tailgate of the pickup, instruments in hand.
 
"Yes."
 
"Okay, I found your band version on YouTube and developed a guitar adaptation of the piano and band accompaniment. I think you'll recognize the piano intro. Come in when you should, and we'll see what happens."
 
The experiment went very well. The two parts went together perfectly. When they finished, Matt turned to Cody with a smile.
 
"The part you developed is awesome. And you play the guitar very well."
 
Cody grinned. "I've been taking lessons and practicing. And my instructor helped me with some of the chords."
 
"It took a lot of effort to do that. You must be more interested in music than you said you were."
 
Cody paused. "Let's just say you've inspired me to become more interested."
 
Matt was silent for a few moments. It was as good a time as any.
 
"How do you know when you're in love?"
 
Cody thought for a moment. "Well, you start to notice little things about the person - how they look, the sound of their laughter, the things they like to do. And you discover you like all of those things, even if you didn't used to. You want to be around them all the time." He paused, and then grinned. "And you think about them when you jack off."
 
Matt turned beet red. Cody pretended not to notice.
 
"Are you in love?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Anyone I know?"
 
"Yes."
 
There was a long pause while Matt gathered his courage. They'd known each other nearly a year. He needed to trust that bond.
 
"You."
 
Cody grinned. "I wondered when you'd figure that out."
 
Matt's jaw dropped. "You knew?"
 
Cody reached over and ran his fingers through Matt's hair. "It's been obvious to me for weeks, probably since the middle of track season when you suddenly took a greater interest in watching the field events. It became even more obvious this summer because you watch me a lot and pay attention to what I do. But now, think about all of those things I told you, but as if you were me."
 
Matt thought for a few moments. "You came to my concert. You wanted me to work with you this summer. And you took guitar lessons so we could play music together." He smiled. "Maybe you've been thinking about me when you jack off too."
 
Cody laughed out loud. "You've got the idea."
 
Matt was silent for a moment. "How long have I been more than a friend?"
 
"About four months."
 
Matt looked at Cody with surprise. "Why didn't you say something?"
 
"I didn't want to frighten you with something you didn't understand yet. You needed to figure it out for yourself."
 
Matt thought about that. Cody may not have been book-smart but he was definitely people-smart. And gentle, and sensitive, and all of those things Matt loved about him.
 
"So what do we do now?"
 
Cody leaned over and kissed him on the temple. "We take it one day at a time."
 
"What will your parents think?"
 
"They already know, and they're good with whatever makes us happy."
 
Us. That meant him and Cody. Silent tears of happiness ran down Matt's cheeks. Cody moved closer and put his arm around Matt's shoulders.
 
"You're a thinker, Matt. Think about it for a while - as long as you need to. The doing will come when you're ready for it."
 
Matt's reading had been sufficiently diversified that he knew the various things that doing might include.  He was silent for a moment.
 
"You're ready now, aren't you?"
 
"Yeah, I am." He paused. "And there's one thing you should know. You won't be my first." He smiled slightly. "Or even my second."
 
Matt smiled back. "You're three years older than me. I'd expect you to have experience... Like with Skyler, maybe?"
 
Cody laughed. "When did you figure that out?"
 
"About five seconds ago."
 
Matt paused and frowned, now concerned about Cody's relationship with Skyler.  Cody read his mind.
 
"Skyler and I aren't boyfriends, Matt." He smiled. "It's called friends with benefits. In fact, Skyler has his own boyfriend now. You may not be my first in bed, but you are my first real boyfriend."
 
They were silent for a few moments before Matt spoke again.
 
"Okay, I've thought about it long enough, but you've talked with your parents, and I need to talk with Mom. And then we need to take it slow at first."
 
Cody kissed him again, on the cheek this time. "We'll take it just as fast or slow as you want to."
 
************
 
Matt's euphoria was tempered by one problem. What would his mother think? He'd never kept secrets from her. This was like the issue of asking permission to work, but different. It wasn't a matter of permission. You didn't get permission to fall in love with someone. But it was a matter of acceptance. He decided to take the direct approach.
 
He had a little help. His silence at dinner prompted his mother to ask questions.
 
"How was your day?"
 
Matt smiled. "It was great, as always. Next week Cody is going to teach me how to drive the tractor."
 
His mom smiled at him. "You really like Cody, don't you?"
 
Matt paused for a moment. "Yes, I do. And I know he likes me too. We had a talk about that today." He paused again. "Mom, what if I turned out to be gay?"
 
There was no hesitation. "I've thought about that, Matt. I wondered if you might be. You talk a lot about the boys you've made friends with playing sports and nothing about the girls. That doesn't mean anything in itself at your age, but it made me consider the possibility. Do you think you are?"
 
"Yes, I do."
 
She put her hand on his. "It wouldn't make any difference to me. You need to be yourself, whatever that is. Is there someone special?"
 
Matt breathed a quick sigh of relief. "Yes... Cody."
 
"And how does he feel?"
 
Matt smiled, recalling the conversation. "The same way I do. He was just waiting for me to get there."
 
His mom paused briefly. "All I ask is that you use your mind as well as your emotions, which for you won't be much of a problem. Give yourself time to make sure you're gay, and that you and Cody love each other." She smiled. "But at the same time, don't overthink it. Following your heart is going to be new to you, but that's what it's about in the end. And if you have any questions, be sure to talk with me. I'm sorry you don't have a dad here to do that. I'll try to be a good substitute."
 
Tears ran down Matt's cheeks. His mom jumped up and put her arms around him.
 
"Oh, honey! I know it's all a bit confusing. I just want you to be happy. Okay?"
 
Matt stood up and hugged his mom. "Okay. I love you, Mom."
 
She held him out at arms length and smiled. "I just realized you're as tall as I am. You're growing up in a lot of ways right now, and I'm proud of the way you're going about it. Now, we're done with dinner, and I think we should drive into town for dessert to celebrate love and growing up."
 
************
 
Slowly, the friendship transitioned to intimacy.  The casual touches lasted longer.  Hand-holding and goodbye kisses became a habit.  And lunch breaks sometimes took place on a blanket, where kissing and caressing advanced to heavy petting. 
 
Then, a few weeks later, Cody once again drove to the meadow for their lunch break. Stripping off their clothing, the two boys waded into the creek for a quick swim. Then Cody spread out the blanket, and the two of them lay down side by side, hand in hand. Cody turned on his side, his hands drifting over Matt's chest.
 
"Are you ready now?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Are you nervous?"
 
"No. I trust you."
 
The water rushed endlessly over the rocks in the creek. The breeze blew gently through the nodding flowers in the meadow. The cicadas surrounded the boys with their mating song, and on the blanket, Matt surrendered himself to his friend and first love.

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