Unnecessary Secrets - 1. Chapter 1

Evan:

 

I was starting my junior year in high school, and everything was going pretty well. My friend Brandon and I spent most of the summer together goofing off and getting into trouble much as we had for the past many summers. Brandon was about 5’10” with a sort of build of a guy who takes care of himself without spending hours in the gym. He was tone, tan, in shape, but not overly muscular or athletic. He had broad shoulders, a good posture, and just the slightest little hint of love handles. He had dirty blond hair, dark blue/grey eyes and a smile that made dimples. He couldn’t grow a facial hair if he tried. He was just naturally smooth. His legs were a little hairy, but that was about it. His chest had a little bit of definition without giving him the weight lifter look. Oh, and did I mention he was just about the cutest guy I ever met.

 

Brandon and I were almost attached at the hip. We did everything together. Fair to say we were “BFFs”, but I would never say that because that would sound gay. I went to a lot of trouble to not seem gay, and I did a good job of it. Nobody ever suspected a thing.

 

I made my discovery about 4 years prior when me, Brandon, and another mutual friend of ours (Jeremy) got caught out in the rain on our bicycles. We went back to Jeremy’s house and rode into the garage. Jeremy was the kind of guy who just had no modesty, and right in front of us he stripped off all of his wet clothes right down to his tighty whities. That was the first time I had seen another guy our age in his undies, and I was intrigued. Well, more than intrigued really. I was excited. I tried not to think about it, but there was just something about that guy in his briefs I couldn’t get out of my head. Jeremy wasn’t a particularly cute guy, but he wasn’t bad looking either. A new what sex was at the time, but had no real idea what it was all about. A couple of nights later as I lay in bed, that image of Jeremy in his briefs popped back into my mind’s eye, and my adolescent dick started to harden. I was thinking about what it would be like to rub my underwear against his, and at the same time I was rubbing myself to simulate the thought. Within a minute or so, I experienced my first orgasm. It was dry and a little painful, but an orgasm none the less.

 

Looking back on it, that is the moment I learned what sex really was, and it was exciting. The problem was the guilt of having had this lesson with the vision of a guy in my head. No big deal I figured. The next day after school and before my parents got home from work, I did a little internet research on the family computer in the living room, and found that it was totally normal for a kid my age to have thoughts of another guy. It was just part of growing up. Since I still had a few minutes of peace and quiet, I activated the “private browsing” mode, and looked up my first internet porn. The images of spread-eagle women big tits with pencil eraser nipples did nothing but disgust me, and I figured I just wasn’t ready for that yet. No sense in rushing anything, right?

 

As any man knows, once he has discovered masturbation he will never stop. So as I lay in bed that night I started thinking of some of the girls from school - the ones I thought were cute. I pictured them in bikinis, bra and panties, shorts and tight t-shirts, and sure enough within a couple of minutes I had rubbed myself into my second ever orgasm. “Good”, I thought to myself. “I fixed that little problem.”

 

As weeks went on from that point, I found myself looking up more girls on the computer to feed a curiosity I couldn‘t fight. I started to realize something strange. While I was fully capable of finding girls attractive with their clothes on, I was totally turned off when they were removed. More than that, I found it weird to try to picture myself in a sexual situation with any of them - even if I did think they were hot. So just as an experiment (I convinced myself), I decided to look up some guy on guy porn. I quickly landed on a gay teen site’s blow job preview. Holy crap. That gave me the biggest hard-on I had ever achieved. In my first ever episode of “thinking with my little head”, I unzipped my jeans, pulled my prick through the flap in my briefs, and jerked out my very first drop of cum right there in the family living room. That was about the time I heard the garage door opening and my mom’s car pulling in the garage. I zipped up, closed all of the windows, and tried to look nonchalant as I walked into the kitchen for a drink that I didn’t really even want. Whew… That was close.

 

That was the point I realized I was gay. And that was a problem. In my mind, my friends and family would all be totally disgusted with that, so I made the decision to keep my secret until I was grown and out of the house. I certainly didn’t want my mom and dad to find out, but more than that I couldn’t stand the thought of losing my friends over it. My friends were important to me - especially Brandon.

 

Fast forward back to starting my junior year… I had developed a bit of a crush on Brandon. No, not just a crush. I guess I was borderline in love with him. We shared everything - almost - but I knew he didn’t share my feelings and I respected that. I would do and hide anything to keep things just the way they were. I made sure to comment on how “hot” girls were whenever it seemed appropriate, and I even went out on a couple of dates. After all, I was 16 now and I had a car. It was expected that I start dating. It was all an act. I managed to force myself into a kiss with one of my dates, but that only reaffirmed my disinterest. It just didn’t feel right.

 

Rarely a night went by that I didn’t fanaticize of some strange situation where Brandon revealed he was gay and we made love. I don’t know if it was because my first sexual arousal was seeing a guy in his underwear, but my fantasies with Brandon always started with him in a pair of boxer briefs. Damn, I dreamed of crawling up between his legs, licking a drop of pre-cum from the tip of his underwear-covered dick, and then working my way into a blow job which ended in swallowing his load. I knew it would never happen though.

 

On more than one occasion, I let met my let my imagination run too far with thoughts of Brandon and I being together as a couple. I would lay awake thinking of how it would be to hold him in my arms, kiss him spontaneously, and share my real emotions with him - not my fake “normal guy” emotions. It was strange, but this fantasy always made me even happier than the sexual thoughts I had with him, until inevitably I would come crashing back to reality and cry myself to sleep.

 

 

Brandon:

 

It had been a fun summer, but school was once again upon me. It was going to be a good year though. Or at least I had hoped. Honestly, I knew it was going to be a hard year. I was doing my best to hide a secret from my friends and family, but it was getting harder and harder. The person I most wanted to spare my truth was the very person that was making it hard to do. His name was Evan, and we had been best friends for years. We did almost everything together.

 

Through a long painful process that started with seeing a mutual friend of Even and I strip down to his underwear in his garage right in front of us, I had finally come to grips with something. I was gay. Worse than that, I was secretly in love with my best friend. I knew that Evan, my other friends, my brother, my parents, and my dog (just to name a few) would never accept me as a fag, so I got out of bed every morning, strapped on my hetro face, and went about my day like everything was peachy keen.

 

That was mostly okay at the time. I struggled with it from time to time, but for the most part I was just fine. I had been hiding my feelings for so long that it seemed normal. I took cues from Evan’s mention of “hot” girls, and made sure to agree. I wasn’t really capable of feeling that a girl was “hot”, but I trusted Evan’s opinion and went along with it. I was even mindful to make mention from time to time of how I would like to get one of them in bed and “give it to them good” - or something cheesy like that. It was all a lie though. The only person I really wanted to get in bed was Evan. I always wished I could just be normal like him, but years of trying and denial taught me that it wasn’t possible. Evan was now dating girls, and that crushed any last hope I had of being more than friends.

 

Evan was so damn cute. He was tall - about 6’, slender, brown hair, sort of a round face, and he made the most adorable little wrinkle on his forehead when he raised an eyebrow in deep thought. He must have spent a half hour every morning carefully fixing his hair in such a way that it looked like it hadn’t been fixed. He wore the usual jeans and t-shirt most of the time, and he always had a subtle little bulge along his pants zipper that I had a hard time not sneaking a peak at now and then. How pathetic, even the innocent lump in my buddy’s jeans was a turn-on.

 

I got my release regularly though. My mom had foolishly let me have a computer in my bedroom, and trusted that it didn’t need any nanny software. I was thankful for that. Almost daily I would look at my favorite guys on Xtube, and relieve my 6-inch member in an explosion of lust. I was always sure to delete my browsing history just in case someone got nosy.

 

By this time, I had graduated to other pleasures. I had gotten a condom from a gas station bathroom vending machine and filled it with silicone to make a dildo. It was crude, but I didn’t have a way of getting a real one. I still remember the first time I was able to penetrate myself with it. It hurt so good. I blew my load within seconds. I used it at least a couple of times a week, and loved every second of it. I kept it hidden in a sock in the back bottom of my underwear drawer where nobody had any business looking. That dildo was my darkest secret, and I couldn’t risk anyone finding it.

 

My DIY sexual activities were great and all, but there was an emptiness to it. Sure, I had my x-rated fantasies of long foreplay sessions with Brandon that led to me sitting on his dick and feeling him inside me. It was more than that though. I had deeper feelings. I wanted him to be mine. I wanted to hug him after a rough day. I wanted to kiss him in the morning before we rode to school. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, and rub his back, and hold his hand. But all of these things could never be, and that realization always left me with actual physical ache in my chest. I guess that’s where the term “broken heart” comes from.

 

One Saturday night after playing basketball at the park with Evan and some of our other friends Evan asked if I wanted to sleep over. I told him I couldn’t because I had agreed to check in on the neighbor’s dog every few hours while he was out of town, and then suggested that he stay at my place. Having Evan for a sleep over was always a love / hate experience for me. I loved having him around, but could hardly stand not being able to do what I wanted with him. The love part always won over. Besides, his cute little bulge was always much better in his sleeping shorts, and every now and then I could catch a glimpse of his undies up his shorts leg if he was positioned just right. It drove me wild.

 

 

Evan:

 

One night I wound up sleeping over at Brandon’s after a game of basketball at the park. This was always a hard thing for me to do. I loved being with him, and not to mention he was absolutely adorable in his PJs. When he would lay on his back I could see his package draped in those loose pajama bottom pants he always wore. It left a lot to the imagination, and that was the problem I think. It always got my imagination going.

 

I went home, showered, and grabbed my sleeping shorts and a change of clothes before showing up at Brandon’s house. Brandon was a week away from turning 16, and we talked about what kind of car he should get. He seemed distracted and conflicted and said that any car he could afford would be too “girly”. He said he was thinking of getting a truck. This went on for a few minutes before Brandon went to go take a shower and put on those pajamas that for some reason turned me on. I couldn’t let my mind wander, so I continued thinking of the perfect car for him. “Maybe and SUV” I thought. His computer was on, so I searched a couple of SUVs I thought might be cool for a manly man like Brandon. Obviously my inner gayness clouded my judgment, because the first thing that came to mind was a Nissan Xterra. They had been out for a few years by that time, so I figured it would be easy to find a used one for a reasonable price. What happened next floored me. I typed “XT” in the search bar of his browser, and up pops “Xtube”. I knew the site well.

 

“Okay… Don’t get excited” I thought almost out loud. “They have straight porn too, it’s not all gay.” So I opened the browsing history to find it empty except for last night’s activity. There were 3 entries, all Xtube. I didn’t want to risk getting caught, so I took a screen shot and emailed it to myself so I could check the URLs and see what exactly he had been watching. I figured he must have accidentally forgotten to delete his history last night since that was the only history in there. I did my best to play it cool the rest of the night, but the thought of Brandon watching gay porn was almost more than I could take.

 

It took Brandon a long time to return from the shower, and predictably when he did he was wearing his usual thin fabric PJ bottoms and snug fitting t-shirt. God, I could barely keep from staring. His sweet soapy smell and damp messy hair made him more attractive than ever. But knowing that he may like gay porn was even hotter.

 

I quickly suggested we play some Xbox to occupy my mind with something other than making love to my friend. He seemed eager, and we spent the next couple of hours gaming before checking on his neighbor’s dog one last time and going to sleep. I went to the bathroom to change into my sleeping shorts, and took my usual spot on a futon bed in his room. I fell asleep quickly, and dreamed of having sex with Brandon.

 

 

Brandon:

 

It was harder than I thought. When Evan showed up he was freshly showered and sporting his signature smile with just a little bit of his teeth showing. God I wanted to kiss him. “This is not healthy” I tried to reason with myself. “He is your friend, and he doesn’t think that way”. We talked about what I should get for my first car, and that helped distract me a little. But it wasn’t enough. My mind was racing with unpure thoughts, and I had to get away. I went to take a shower, and relieve some tension (if you catch my drift). I thought about Evan while I was in the shower, and imagined he was there with me. In my mind, we held each other kissing passionately as the hot water fell on us. I don’t think it took more than a dozen strokes before I squirted my frustration all over the shower wall.

 

When I came back into my room, Evan was looking at me kind of funny, and I wondered if he knew somehow that I had just jerked off. He suggested we play some video games, and I was all too relieved to get that distraction. After a while, we went to check on the dog one more time, and went to bed. Even came out of the bathroom with his nylon sleeping shorts that I liked so much, and no shirt. I tried my best not to pay any attention as he settled down on my futon bed and fell asleep. But I couldn’t sleep, and I kept looking over at him through the dim glow of the TV which was now displaying “unusable signal.” His blanket was only covering his feet, and he had one knee bent up with his foot resting near his other knee.

 

In a shameful move, I walked over as if to turn off the TV, and when I was positive he was asleep I took a good look up his shorts. Printed boxers and an extra surprise. He had an erection. “What was he dreaming of” I wondered.

 

 

Evan:

 

The next morning I woke up and had breakfast with Brandon’s family. They were a hospitable bunch, and treated me like their extra son. I figured if they knew I was in love with their real son, it would certainly be a different story. After breakfast, I rushed home eager to find out what Brandon had been watching on Xtube. I knew Mom and Dad would be at church, so I would have the house (and more importantly the computer) to myself.

 

I carefully typed in the first URL, and was stunned to see a cute young guy jerking off in front of his web cam while pleasuring himself with a dildo. The next video was side shot of another guy laying in bed and working a dildo slowly in and out until he shot on his chest. The last one started out with another teen boy posing in grey Gap briefs, and ended with yet another dildo cum shot. I was overwhelmed with emotions of shock, excitement, and happiness, which all soon gave way to horniness. I wanted to try a dildo now. “Does Brandon have a dildo” I wondered. “No, surely not, he was probably just curious.” I searched the house for something to use, and I stumbled across a hairbrush. Fucked up, I know. It had a round handle about an inch and a half in diameter. It would have to do. I lubed it up with some KY that had been in the bathroom cabinet for years, and gradually and clumsily worked it in as I lay on the bathroom floor. It hurt a little at first, but I was soon thoroughly enjoying myself as I caressed myself to orgasm and shot a load that hit my chin.

 

After I regained composure and cleaned up myself and that poor unsuspecting hairbrush, my thoughts turned immediately back to Brandon. “Was he gay? No, there’s no way he could be gay.” “I’ve heard him comment on chicks dozens of times.” It struck me about that time that I did the same thing and I was as queer as a 3 dollar bill. “Still, it’s impossible.” I decided that a further investigation was warranted.

 

I had to wait a few days before having the chance to get back into his bedroom. We watched TV for a few minutes and talked about the usual stuff. Then the gods shined on me when his dad came and asked him to help him get some things out of the attic. “Need me to help” I asked praying he would say no. “Nah” he said. “There’s only room for 1 on the ladder, and besides that I’m pretty sure he is using this as an excuse to lecture me on that C I got in biology.” “Perfect” I thought to myself as I said “okay, holler if you need anything.”

 

No one else was in the house, and I would be able to hear the door leading into the garage with plenty of warning time. So, I started rummaging for anything that might give me a clue. “A magazine maybe?” “No, nobody has magazines since the internet took over.” “Something, there has to be something” I thought as I checked under his mattress, in his night stand, and then finally his dresser drawers. I was distracted by his underwear drawer. Not because I thought anything would be in there, but because of the beautiful assortment of undies - not unlike mine. He had plain briefs, some old boxers, but mostly he had a variety of boxer briefs. My favorite. One particularly cute red AE boxer brief caught my eye, and my urge got the best of me. I lifted it in the air and held open the waist band with my fingers imagining that Brandon was filling them. My dick was throbbing as I licked the crotch, my imagination running wild. “Back to work” I mouthed as I dug through the drawer eventually finding a sock with something in it. I opened the sock to find exactly was I was hoping for, and pulled out what was obviously a makeshift dildo. I almost had a non-contact orgasm right then and there. “Kind of crude” I mouthed quietly to myself. “But certainly better than a hairbrush.”

 

“Still, I can’t be positive he’s gay.” “He certainly doesn’t act the part.” “Strait guys can like anal stimulation I guess, although probably not while watching gay porn.” I had to be certain though. Confronting him was a high-stakes game with big rewards OR big consequences. I needed a plan. After a lot of thinking, I decided that on the next sleepover I would skip the shorts and wear only a grey pair of Gap briefs like in his video. I just so happened to have one. I figured if he was gay then surely I could catch him sneaking a peek.

 

 

Brandon:

 

The next Friday, Evan stopped by my house after school to hang out. Although, it seemed like he had something on his mind. When you know someone as long and as well as I do Evan, you can pick up on that sort of thing. Within a few minutes, my dad called me to the garage to help him carry some things out of the attic for mom. It was a nice day, and since we were taking everything into the kitchen we just left the door open. I guess that’s why Evan didn’t hear me come back in. I walked down the carpeted hall back to my room when I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. Evan had a pair of my underwear up in front of his face, and appeared to be in some fantasy thought.

 

I couldn’t believe my eyes. My first thought was to say something, but I didn’t want to hurt or embarrass him. I quietly walked away and waited a few minutes before shutting the door to the garage and making a little noise in the kitchen. My mind was racing. If Evan was gay, it was a dream come true. “But he’s not… He’s just not. He was just curious. He likes girls. He talks about them all of the time.” I realized at that moment that that was exactly my strategy, but I was certainly gay. My hands were shaky as I tried to figure out what to do. There was really nothing to do but go back in and pretend like I hadn’t seen anything.

 

We shot the shit for a few minutes with the TV on for background noise, but the tension in the room was obvious to both I perceived. “He couldn’t have known I saw him, could he?” There was a silence for a minute or two before finally he asked “You know what the fish said when he ran into a wall?” For some reason I had never heard the joke, and asked “What?” “Dam” It was stupid, but it made me laugh, and that made him laugh. God he was so hot when he was smiling. I wanted to tackle him and make out, and for the first time I thought that maybe someday soon I would be able to.

 

Later that afternoon after Evan had gone home, I sat on my futon thinking I needed a plan. I had to be positive Evan was gay before I said anything. Then it came to me. “If he really liked my red boxer briefs, I would just wear them in front of him. If I catch him looking, that will be my in.” As if it was just meant to be, my phone rang right then. It was Evan. He asked if I wanted to come over for dinner and then stay the night. Without hesitation, I said I would be there in a half hour. I took a quick shower, packed a change of clothes, and importantly, my red AE boxer briefs. I intentionally forgot my PJ pants. That would be my excuse for hanging out in my undies.

 

 

Evan:

 

I left Brandon’s house that day mid afternoon, and went home. Mom had been off work that day, and since she had time she decided to make her famous fried chicken. “Honey“ mom said as I walked in the back door. “Hi mom, what’s up” I asked as I gave her a hug. “I’m making fried chicken for dinner. Why don’t you invite Brandon over? I know it’s his favorite.” “Perfect” I thought to myself as I said “Sure mom. Do you mind if he spends the night?” I had another idea in mind. When the time came, I would walk out of my bathroom into my bedroom (attached bathroom) wearing only my briefs while saying something like “I don’t have any clean shorts, so this will have to do.” “Yeah, that will work. Simple.”

 

Brandon showed up about a half hour later just as he promised, and seemed to be in a particularly good mood. It only got better when he realized what was for dinner. We sat around the table eating and talking for a while. My parents loved Brandon. Sometimes I thought more than me. At one point Brandon and I locked eyes across the table in a strange stare that seemed way too comfortable. Luckily dad broke the moment by asking if I was due up for an oil change yet. “Almost” I said. “About 500 more miles.” Then dad said in the most pleasant of his lecture voices “This time you and Brandon are doing it yourselves. I’ll just be there for supervision. You boys need to learn how to do this stuff on your own.” Brandon piped up “We’ll do one better. Oil change and tire rotation without asking any questions.” Dad laughed and said “Deal”.

 

Brandon and I cleaned up the kitchen and, as we stood side by side doing the dishes I had another strange feeling. It was nice. We were together in a domestic type setting, almost like a couple. “ I could get used to that” I pondered. I thought of what it would be like to walk up behind him wrap my arms around his waist and kiss the side of his neck. I had to snap myself out of those thoughts. “I’ll know soon. Tonight is the night.”

 

 

Brandon:

 

I could hardly wait to get to Evan’s house. I was excited about my experiment and what I hoped it would lead to. When I walked in to the smell of fried chicken, I was in heaven. During dinner and while we cleaned up, I almost felt like Evan and I were already a couple. But I had to keep reminding myself that that was still wishful thinking at this point.

 

We went to Evan’s room and put in a movie. It was a mutual favorite of ours - Back to the Future. It was so dated by that time that it was more funny than it was suspenseful, and it gave us a lot of inside joke material that most guys our age didn’t get. Anyway, I was having trouble paying much attention to the movie. In fact, I was down right nervous. I wasn’t backing down though. Right about the time Biff Tanner crashed into the manure truck, Evan said he was going to go take a shower.

 

“This is it” I thought. As soon as he walked into his bathroom, I stripped down and put on my red AE boxer briefs. The ones he had been so intrigued by earlier that day. I adjusted my junk in the mirror to where I thought I looked the best, and sat in his chair waiting for his return. I was as nervous as a whore in church, and it seemed like an eternity. Finally the shower stopped and a minute later the door knob twisted.

 

 

Evan:

 

After dinner, we watched part of our favorite movie in my room together. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I made my move for the shower. As I showered I thought of all of the things that could be if this went the way I thought it would. After a few minutes of stalling and trying to calm myself under the hot water, I dried off, put on my briefs, and prepared to walk out while explaining why I wasn’t wearing any shorts.

 

As soon as the door opened, my plan changed. Brandon was sitting and staring at me wearing only the red boxer briefs I had made love to earlier that day. He was gorgeous. It’s funny, I had thought of the words I would say if ever came the time to tell Brandon I was gay. But in that moment I found that I didn’t need any words. The way I looked at him, and the way he was looking back at me said more than any words I could conjure. He stood up and we were standing just a few feet apart. He was so irresistibly cute. We stepped closer together, and Brandon kissed me without speaking a word. It was short, but powerful. Then we kissed again, a little longer. Then again, but this time we began wrapping our arms around each other. We both had full blown erections by this time, and they were beginning to rub through our underwear which was now in full contact.

 

We continued our passionate and long awaited make out as we fell down onto my bed, our legs now intertwined as we struggled for every last bit of body contact we could get. We were humping each other pretty good by this time, and tried for all we were worth not to make any sounds that parents might hear. With the tension that had been building for so long, I guess neither one of us had much stamina. As we continued kissing and grinding each other Brandon’s body tensed, and I felt his warm seed begin to seep through his boxer briefs. He had blown his load, and that was the last little bit I needed to push me over the edge. I thrust my crotch into his as I unloaded my own.

 

For the next couple of minutes we lay next to each other in our sticky underwear holding hands and not saying a word, until finally Brandon said “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that.” After a few seconds I replied “Probably not as long as I have wanted to.” He turned his head toward me, and we kissed again before deciding to go wash up. Who knew that just minutes after daydreaming of having Brandon in the shower next to me, he actually would be. Brandon walked into my bathroom that was still half steamy from my shower, and I grabbed 2 fresh boxer briefs from my dresser. As I walked in behind him, he was stripping off his cum drenched skivvies to reveal his beautiful smooth ass. He turned around, and my jaw almost hit the floor when I saw what I thought was the most perfect semi-hard circumcised dick I had ever seen. It was not huge by any means, but I didn’t like that much anyway. It was probably 5 inches at the time, and I figured it would grow another inch or more when excited. At it’s base was his neat, symmetrical sack that wasn’t saggy, but not contracted either. And just like the rest of him, very little hair. Only a neatly trimmed patch that matched the color of his head.

 

I hoped I would be returning the gift as I removed my own soaked undies, and I gathered from his stare that I must have succeeded. I was about the same size as him, also cut, but just a little thicker. I turned the water on, and we both stepped in. The water ran over us as we once again locked in an embrace I thought would never come. This time, I turned loose and began to kneel down. I wanted to taste him before the water had washed away the remnants of our first escapade. His cock now stood at full attention, and I kissed it from the side while cradling his balls. Then I took a deep breath and swallowed as much of his shaft as I could all at once. The taste was intoxicating. I looked at him from the tops of my eyes, and the look on his face told me he was enjoying himself as much as I was. He ran his fingers through my hair in the most loving way. I sucked mercilessly for a couple of minutes until his legs got shaky and he warned me to pull off. “Not a chance” I tried to say, and within seconds his balls contracted, his body tensed, and I began to drink his sweet nectar. There wasn’t much left after his release only a half hour earlier, so I was sure not to waste a drop. As soon as he had finished I raised back up and we locked in a kiss that seemed to make the earth shake.

 

By this time the hot water was beginning to wane, so we cleaned up and dried off. We put on the underwear I had brought in, and went back to my bed. “That was incredible” Brandon said to me in the softest and most sincere way. “Now it’s my turn.” He gave me a quick kiss, then forced me onto my back. He kneeled between my legs and stared at my package with his signature excited look accented by a the smile that caused his dimples. He was so fucking cute! He rubbed me through my briefs for just a second before licking my balls and progressing up my shaft to a little drop of pre-cum that I was surprised to have mustered. He licked it off eagerly and began sliding off my underwear like he was opening a present. He hesitated for a split second before leaning down and gingerly taking my head into his mouth. My body shuddered, and I returned the favor of running my fingers through his damp hair. He seemed lost in the moment as he progressively took more and more of my prick into his mouth while swirling his tong around on each upstroke. Like me, he couldn’t get enough, and continued right past my warning. He swallowed every last drop, and then straddled me on his hands and knees to kiss me. Tasting my own seed in his mouth was hot, but the way he kissed me was special. Like he really meant it, not like it was just a “heat of the moment” situation.

 

We lay for a while and talked about how long we had been waiting for this chance, and about how we both thought it would never come. And then tears began to run down Brandon’s cheeks as he said “I love you.” There was no way to hold back at that point, and with my own tears of joy flowing like Niagara I said “I love you too.” We fell asleep in each others arms, and hours later woke up to the sun peaking through the curtains and the sound of mom cooking breakfast. It was probably the best sleep I ever had.

 

 

Brandon:

 

The events that took place between Evan going to take a shower, and me waking up in his arms the next morning changed my life. When we got out of bed I couldn’t shake the thought that it was all a dream, but it obviously wasn’t. I was standing there in what was now my boyfriend’s underwear, and we were getting dressed in front of each other. I went to go brush my teeth, and as I did Evan walked up behind me, put his arms around my waist, pulled me close, and kissed my neck. I was facing the mirror, and I’ll never forget that image of Evan after he had kissed me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and displayed that gorgeous smile of his. It was going to be hard to play it cool in front of other people, but I knew he realized the importance of our secret of this as much as I did.

 

We went to the kitchen to see if we could help Evan’s mom (Cindy - but I called her Mrs. Parsons) with breakfast. She was finishing up by the time we walked in, and said “sit down boys, you’re just in time.” She was so cool. Evan and I sat across the table from each other trying our best to seem normal, but apparently we weren’t as good of actors as we thought because the next thing out of Mrs. Parsons mouth was “You boys sure seem to be in a good mood.” Evan - always quick on his toes - replied “Well why wouldn’t we be? It’s Saturday.” “Good point” she said. “So, what are you going to do today?” As she finished the question, Mr. Parsons walked in and said “I could sure use some help down at the property if you two can spare a day of goofing off.” He sounded gruff, but I knew him well enough not to take it that way. Mr. parsons had bought some land a few years back with the hopes of subdividing it and selling it at a profit, but the recession had delayed the second half of his plan. Now he was having to grow hay on it just to try to make a little money and keep his agriculture tax exemption while he waited for the market to turn around. “Sure” I spouted off without even thinking. “I would be more than happy.” Evan smiled and said “Anything you need dad.” I could tell Mr. Parsons (Bill) was pleased.

 

We cleaned up the kitchen after breakfast, and piled into Bill’s pickup. It was a single cab, but Evan rode “bitch” despite being taller than me. It was about a 30 minute ride, and it was a little awkward. The tight quarters had Evan and I rubbing arms and legs, and struggling to not to acknowledge it. That turned out to be just the first trying moment of the day. Now that Evan and I were together, it was even harder to keep my eyes off of him. Before, I had to be careful to make sure Evan didn’t notice me looking - or so I thought. But now I only had to be careful that nobody else was looking.

 

When we got to the property, Bill instructed us to stack hay bales in the barn as he brought them in with the tractor. He had forks on the front end loader that would hold a few bales at a time, and like clockwork he would show up every 2 minutes with a new load. It was getting warm already, and the barn blocked any breeze that may have otherwise been available. We were both starting to get sweaty, which added to the tension. He was gorgeous enough without any help, but seeing him all worked up reminded me of last night. I wondered if he was having the same problem. The look in his eyes told me he was.

 

Finally, after a couple of hours, all of the hay was stacked and sheltered, and Bill parked the tractor. We all sat on hay bales drinking water Mrs. Parsons had packed for us. “You guys are alright” Bill announced. “That would have taken me all day.” “Ya’ll make a good team.” That made both of us raise an eyebrow, and I tried not to take note of Evan’s adorable forehead wrinkle when he did. “Now if you will help me get this sliding door back on it’s track, we’ll almost be done.” “Sure thing dad” Evan said in between the last two drinks from his water bottle.

 

We got an old wooden ladder that was laying along the back wall, and leaned it up against the wall outside. “Now if someone will volunteer to climb up and guide the roller back in, the other two of us will lift from the bottom” bill instructed. “I’ll do it” I said. It seemed like an easy enough plan, but it turned into a half hour long ordeal of fighting and straining. That damn thing was heavy. After it was at last rolling properly, Bill said “Why don’t you boys take a dip in the creek and cool off.” “I’ll run into town and get us some lunch.” “That’s not a half bad idea, except we didn’t bring any trunks” Evan said to Bill who laughed while replying “Well you’re wearing underwear aren’t you?” “There’s no room for modesty out here in the middle of nowhere. You have to improvise” “Good point” Evan replied. I was excited as Bill drove away and we walked toward the deep spot in the creek. We had been there before, but never just the two of us. I thought of the time in that swimming hole with Bill, Evan, and his cousin horsing around and swinging from a rope into the water. Every time Evan got out of the water, I could see the outline of his shriveled package through his swim trunks. I was only just starting to have serious feelings for him at the time, but even at that it was wildly exciting. I had to stay in the water just to keep my interest from showing through my own trunks.

 

We pulled off our shirts as we got close to the water, and then sat down on a rock to take off our shoes. “I have a strange feeling this is going to be more fun than ever” Evan said as he unbuttoned his pants. I just smiled as I slid my jeans off, and Evan said “You look way better in my underwear than I ever have.” “Don’t be so sure about that” I replied with a grin as he finished disrobing. We took a quick look around before falling into a kiss that blurred my vision for a second, and then walked into the cool water together. It felt awesome. Refreshing. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as I gently waved my arms and legs to keep my upright position without touching the muddy bottom. Then I felt Evan come up from behind me, wrap his arms around my stomach and nuzzle against my neck. I felt myself blush a little, and said “God I love you.” “I love you too” Evan said softly. I broke his hold and turned around, then we melted into an inevitable kiss. We were both as hard as a rock, but realized his dad would be back soon. We swam for a few more minutes splashing and laughing like we had many times before, but it was special this time. Magic even.

 

 

Evan:

 

We had stripped our underwear off to wring them out the best we could before putting our clothes back on, and against my better judgment I turned to look at Brandon’s naked body only to find he was already eying mine. “How long do you think we have?” Brandon asked. “Maybe another 10 minutes” I said. He grabbed me in a hold that that I couldn’t have escaped if I had wanted, and we wound up rolling around naked on the big flat rock at the edge of the water that had always jokingly been referred to by all as “the sittin rock.” It was obvious we weren’t going to be able to contain ourselves, so in the interest of time I spun around in hopes to provoke our first mutual BJ. It worked. Brandon took me into his mouth just as I was taking him in. It was sensory overload having Brandon work on me as I was giving my all to please him. Brandon got on his hands and knees straddling me as I lay on my back. I have to say the rush and danger of the situation made it all the more exciting. Luckily we hadn‘t yet refined our staying power. I felt Brandon‘s body tense and immediately I felt the flood of his warm semen. It felt so good - tasted so good. There was a lot more of it than there had been in the shower last night, and I didn‘t want to lose a drop. Before he had finished unloading I began, and he accepted my load just as eagerly as I had his. I didn’t really mean to, but I thrust deeper into his mouth as I began, and I saw that he had taken my whole length in. His moan told me he didn’t mind. Brandon turned around and straddled me the other direction, and we shared another one of those sensual after sex kisses I was becoming so fond of.

 

Just as we started getting dressed, we heard Dad’s truck pulling up to the barn. He couldn’t see anything from there, but still that was cutting it a little close. We walked back to the barn careful to act casual. Dad had laid out 3 cheeseburgers on the tailgate, and had already started unwrapping his. “No pickles, right Brandon” dad said looking his direction. “Hey, that’s right Mr. Parsons. You remembered.” Brandon said in a surprised way. “Well, I try to pay attention to things as important as important as burger preferences” dad said while laughing. It was good to see dad this way. He seemed happy. I couldn’t help fearing what other “preferences” he may be perceptive enough to pick up on though.

 

After we finished eating, dad drove us across the property to a gate that needed to be fixed. We sat on the tailgate swinging our legs as the truck made it slowly across the bumpy field, and the hot sun mixed with the breeze felt great. When we got to our last task, dad grabbed some lag bolts and a ratchet to mount a latch on the gate post. Brandon and I swung the gate around to line it up with the new latch, and adjusted the turn buckle to compensate for the years of sagging under it’s own weight. It was an easy fix, and then we were on our way home.

 

The ride back to town seemed to fly by. We dropped Brandon off at his house, and then started heading home. I could tell something was on dad’s mind, and sure enough within a minute he began:

 

“Son, I want to tell you something I have never told anyone. When I was in college I had a friend named Tony. I always liked hanging out with Tony. He was a good guy, always there to lend an ear when I needed someone to talk to. Me and Tony got to be real close, and I started to figure out that he was troubled. I didn’t know about what, but I could tell something was definitely bothering him”.

 

Dad paused for a few seconds collecting his thoughts. I was getting nervous about the direction this story was heading. Dad continued:

 

“One night at his apartment, we had a couple of beers, and I said “Okay, out with it.” “I can tell something is weighing on you, so spill the beans.” After a while of prodding him, he finally asked if he could trust me with a secret, and I told him that of course he could. I had no idea what was coming, when he told me he was gay.”

 

At this point I was really nervous. Dad knew something, but I didn’t know what.

 

“It was a different time back then, and being gay carried a lot more stigma than it does today. But that didn’t justify my reaction. I tried not to make a big deal of it, and I told him I was sure he would meet someone he could love. I was terribly uncomfortable with the situation though, and excused myself just a few minutes later. I never talked to him again.”

 

I could tell dad was starting to get upset, but I still wasn’t sure where the story was leading. After a long pause that I was scared to interrupt, dad continued slowly:

 

“I didn‘t hear anything else about Tony for about 2 years, when a friend told me that Tony had hung himself. He was so ashamed of who he was that I guess he just couldn’t handle it. That news hit me like a ton of bricks.”

 

By this time dad’s eyes were red, and he was obviously emotional.

 

“I don’t know if it would have helped him, but I sure know I should have been a better friend. He trusted me with his secret, and I turned my back on him. I liked Tony, and I let my stupid childish homophobia ruin a good friendship. I’ll never be able to make that right, but I can damn sure make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

 

After another long awkward pause, I finally said “Dad, I’m sorry to hear about your friend, but I don’t understand why you’re telling me this.” It was fairly obvious at this point that dad knew more about me than I thought, but I didn’t know how much and I wasn’t going to volunteer anything. The sun was just starting to sink, and dad pulled the truck over in the empty parking lot of the park. Then he looked at me and said:

 

“Son, a father can tell a lot about his son. I know you really love fast cars. I know you love really love fishing. I can tell you really love sports, and video games, and mountain biking, and all of the other things that make a man a man. But I don’t think you REALLY like girls. You play a good game, and that’s what I’m afraid of. Son, I don’t want you to feel like you have to pretend to be something you’re not. Your mother and I will love you just the same no matter what. Now I may be off base here, but I think I know Brandon well enough to see the same thing in him. I’ve seen the way you two have been looking at each other for the last few months. When you boys came out of the creek today you both looked like the cat that ate the canary. I just want you to know that if the day ever came, I would be proud to call Brandon my son-in-law. If I’m wrong, I apologize and we’ll do our best to forget this whole conversation.

 

“You’re not wrong dad. Thanks. That means a lot to me.”

 

Dad gave me a big hug, and I returned his firm squeeze. I wanted to cry, but I held back. Then dad asked me as he started the truck and drove slowly “so how long have you two been - you know - more than friends?” It was weird talking to dad about this, but since he had just spilled his guts to me I knew I had to. “Actually, last night was the first time we admitted our feelings for each other.” Dad seemed surprised that we took so long to reveal to each other what he had noticed long before, and then said “So… Did you kiss him?” “Dad!” I said while turning beet red. Dad was laughing his ass off now, and that eased the mood. “Yeah, I kissed him” I said with a big grin. “Good. I know that was long overdue” dad said as we pulled in the driveway. He actually seemed happy for me - for us. “Let me talk to your mother about this before you say anything.” I was relieved he had offered.

 

When we walked in the house I gave mom my usual “hello” hug, and walked back to my bedroom. I couldn’t believe all of the things that had happened in the last 24 hours. I sat and watched TV knowing that mom and dad were surely talking by this point. I was nervous. I wondered if Mom would take this as well as dad had. About 45 minutes later, mom knocked on my door. “Honey, can I talk to you?” This was going to be awkward.

 

Mom sat on my bed beside me and looked at me with that face only a mother can make. “Evan, why didn’t you tell us sooner?” She seemed half hurt. “I guess I didn’t know how you would react mom.” “Honey I don’t care if you like girls, or boys, or elephants for that matter. I love you no matter what. It must have been so hard for you to keep this a secret for so long, and I wish you hadn‘t.” All I could think to do was hug her and thank her, but this time I couldn’t stop a couple of tears from getting loose. Mom kissed me on the cheek and said with half evil grin “You know, you two make an adorable couple.” And again, I turned bright red with the embarrassment that she had caused on purpose. She laughed and walked out of my room, and then she turned and said with an eyebrow raised “Of course this means that your door stays open when Brandon sleeps over.” I knew that was coming. “Sure thing mom.”

 

 

Brandon:

 

Evan called me after dinner and said he needed to tell me something. “Well, that’s why people generally make a phone call isn’t it” I said jokingly.” “No, I mean something big” Evan said with a tone of seriousness. I was a little worried as he continued “The cat’s out of the bag.” I’m pretty sure heart stopped for a second, and I said “What do you mean the cat’s out of the bag?” Evan told me all about his ride with his dad back home, and the talk with his mom afterward. I couldn’t believe it. He told me he suspected his dad had set us up with the underwear creek swim on purpose. I knew Mr. Parsons was cool, but I would have never thought he would be so open and even eager for me and Evan to be a couple. This was awesome news, but I knew it would sure be embarrassing to face Mr. and Mrs. Parsons again. “You didn’t tell them what we did, did you?” I asked nervously. “Dad tricked me into admitting we had kissed, but that’s it” he said calming my nerves.

 

I went over to Evan’s house the next day to face the music. Evan answered the door, and when I walked in Mrs. Parsons was in the kitchen. “What the hell was I supposed to say” I wondered as I walked over to her. “So, I guess…” I started before she hugged me and kissed me on the forehead. “You don’t need to say anything, and I don’t want to you feel weird around me or bill” she said in a soothing motherly tone. “Thanks Mrs…” she interrupted me again to say “it’s Cindy honey. Call me Cindy.”

 

Then Bill walked in announcing “There he is.” “Come here you” he commanded as he took me into a one-armed side hug. Evan face was red, but at the same time he was grinning. “There was no mirror in the room to confirm it, but I imagine my face was probably about the same shade as a fire truck. It was great though. I couldn’t believe his parents were so open to this. I only hoped that when the time came my parents would be half as understanding.

 

Mercifully, Bill and Cindy realized how embarrassed we both were, and suggested we go catch a movie or something. I had another idea in mind though. My folks were at the boat show. They went to the boat show every year, which was strange given that they never seemed serious about actually buying a boat. I usually went with them, but I excused myself this time. Evan and I went back to my empty house with the same thing on our minds. As soon as we walked in, we hugged each other tightly before falling into a steamy make out session that continued as we stumbled down the hall to my bedroom.

 

We flopped down onto my bed, and Evan unbuttoned my pants before grabbing them by the legs and pulling them off. He stood in front of me staring as I took off my shirt and he stripped naked. I could have hung a coat from his throbbing dick. He rubbed my underwear and kissed me through the fabric. I lifted my butt of the bed to help him as he began pulling off my last piece of clothing, and then slowly took my dick in his mouth, my pre-cum adding to both of our enjoyment. I stopped him before either of us got too carried away and traded places. I sucked him for just a moment before pausing to grab the KY I kept hidden away. I was worried I would over excite him and miss my chance as I lubed first his shaft, and then my ass.

 

With him still on his back and breathing heavy, I straddled him on my knees, and bent over to kiss him. Then I reached behind me to guide his meat into my eager hole. I had enough practice with my makeshift dildo by now, that I was able to take him in without much hesitation. He moaned loudly, and I matched it when I felt the man I loved finally inside me. Slowly I began to move up and down. Evan put his hands on my hips and unsuccessfully tried to lean forward far enough to suck me. It was a clumsy scene, but neither of us minded a bit. He held out as long as he could, and finally I felt him spasm followed by his warm semen filling me. I grabbed my dick, and jerked it furiously. Just as he was finishing his release, I exploded all over his chest and face.

 

We lay side by side panting like dogs for a couple of minutes and holding hands. “Lets go clean up” I said looking at Evan. “Yeah” he said in between breaths “Good idea.” We took a long hot shower together soaping each other’s backs and pausing to kiss a couple of times. I was in heaven… We both were.

 

The mood changed suddenly as we walked out of the bathroom together wearing only underwear and hearing mom coming down the hall shouting “Brandon, we finally did it honey. We bought a…” That’s when she saw us coming out of a steamy shower that we had obviously just shared.

 

She looked stunned, but not upset. We just thought we had been embarrassed talking to Evan’s parents a couple hours ago. This was going to be an interesting conversation to say the least. Evan and I both looked like deer in headlights, and finally mom regained enough composure to say. “You boys get dressed and come outside. We’ll talk about this later. I don’t want your father to know anything is up, so just try to play it cool.” She turned and walked off as we breathed a temporary sigh of relief.

 

When we stepped outside, dad was beaming with excitement standing in his new boat and hollering “Can you believe it? We finally did it!” “That’s awesome dad” I said as enthusiastically as I could. “The second we walked in to the boat show, I spotted this and knew we had to have it.” “That explains why you got home so early” I thought to myself. “We’re going to have a lot of fun this summer boys” dad continued. “Can’t wait Mr. Johnson” Evan said trying to hide the fear we were sharing.

 

After dad backed the new boat down the driveway, Evan and I helped him put on the fitted cover. Dad Told Evan we were going to order pizza, and that he should stay for dinner. He clearly didn’t know the right answer to what seemed like a simple enough question to dad. Evan glanced at me and then mom, who broke the silence by saying “Come on Evan, stay. We have to celebrate.” She seemed sincere, but I didn’t know what was really going through her mind. “Sure, okay.” Evan finally replied as we all started to walk back into the house. And then mom said to me “Brandon, come over here. I want to show you something.” She motioned to the boat, but I knew it had nothing to do with the boat.

 

When we were alone mom looked at me with her lie detector stare, and said “Tell me the truth. Did what I think happened today really happen?” I looked at the ground and stalled for the right words before finally taking a deep breath and saying “Mom, Evan and I are gay.” Mom was at a loss for words. Eventually she said “Well this is going to take some getting used to, but I love you just the same.” “I love you too mom, thanks” I said, but I could tell she was more than just a little troubled. As she started to walk away, I said “Do me a favor and let me tell dad on my own”, but she didn’t reply.

 

Dinner seemed to take an eternity for everyone at the table except dad, who was still oblivious to the situation. We all did our best to hide the elephant in the room from him, but he was no dummy. As we consolidated the last few slices of pizza into one box and prepared to carry out the empties, dad said “Alright, does someone want to tell me what is going on here. I feel like everyone is hiding something from me.” Mom piped up “Evan, It’s getting late. Maybe you should head on home.” “Yes ma‘am. Evan said with a worried look on his face. Dad leaned up against the counter and folded his arms across his chest. When we heard the front door shut, dad said “Well, what is so awful that Evan couldn’t be here? He’s practically family.” “Dad” I started “When y’all got home and mom came in the house to get us, she caught Evan and I walking out of the bathroom after we had showered together. We’re gay dad. And we love each other.” I could hardly get that last bit out as my throat started to close up and tears filled my eyes.

 

Dad didn’t say a word, and instead he walked over and grabbed me in a hug. “Hey, hey” he said softly “it’s okay son. It’s not a big deal. Don’t be upset about this.” We separated and I managed to get out “So, you don’t hate me” while half laughing and half crying. “Son, I think you know the answer to that question. You had better know anyway.” “The truth is that I have wondered for a while if you and Evan were more than meets the eye. In fact, I have come close to asking you about it a time or two.” He continued “If you two really love each other like I think you do, then I’m happy for you.” I looked over at mom, who had been silent through this whole exchange, and I saw a wave of relief wash over her face. Mom looked dad’s direction and said “I was scared of how you would react dear. I’m so relieved.”

 

Dad told us that over of years of working in a big office, he had been surprised on several occasions to find out that a close coworker was gay. He said “At first I was a little uneasy about it, but then I realized how stupid that was.” “Y’all know Gary, he’s been over to watch football a few times.” “Gary is gay?” Mom questioned. “Yup, gay. And you know what? I don’t care. It doesn’t bother me a bit. He’s a good guy no matter who he goes home to at the end of the day.” I was a bit surprised at dad’s attitude on the issue, but mostly relieved.

 

 

Evan:

 

It’s amazing how your life can change over just a couple of days. With our long kept secret out of the way, Brandon and I were happier than ever. Most of our mutual friends were totally cool with us, and the couple who weren’t were not much of a loss anyway. We’re both in college now, and living together. I can’t imagine my life with anyone else.