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The freshman year becomes the time for coming out, as three freshmen and one sophomore gay couple come out of the closet at Mayfield High School. Kraig learns that, like his twin brother, he holds sexual desires for a mature man. To review how Steve bullied Noah, and how Connor showed his mettle, read the high school story like of Chapters 24-25 of "The Big Time".
CHAPTER 34 FRESHMEN-COMING OUT YEAR
<Wednesday, September 3, Mayfield High School>
The entering freshmen walked into the high school somewhat awestruck. They swore they wouldn't be. They had all been in the high school before, watching basketball in the gym, if nothing else. Some had been there to watch concerts or plays in the auditorium. Some even had business there, like the meeting with Coach Collins that set forces in motion that no one could stop. All of them had been there the week before for orientation. But none of that was the same as entering the school for the first time as a student--an actual, real live, high school student.
Eric, Noah, Lars, Hunter, and the twins entered the building together. "At least I know where my home room is," Eric said. "I guess that's a good start."
"It's not like this place is gigantic," Kevin said. "I mean, we've all been here before."
"I know, but when we were here before if you got lost you wouldn't be marked tardy," Noah said.
"You probably have a map memorized in your head," Hunter said.
"No, but I understand the numbering system. It is quite basic in fact. If you know the numbering system, you should be able to find any room in any sized building."
Eric was in the same homeroom, room 108, and the twins and Hunter, Lars and Noah were together in room 111. Danny was in room 115, and Carl, Gavin, and Scott were in the fourth home room, which met in room 301, one of two classrooms in the gym building.
Hunter, Danny, Carl, Gavin, Scott, Lars, and Kevin were all turning out for football. Turnouts had started the week before, giving them time to become quite familiar with the gym. Still, it was not the same as coming into the school for their first day of classes.
As Eric, Noah, Lars, Hunter, and the twins prepared to split up to enter their home rooms, they were stopped by four familiar faces: Marty, Connor, Vince, and Rodney.
"Well, well, look what we have here," Connor said. "A whole bunch of friggen little freshman who think they're tough shit."
"Bananas come in bunches," Noah informed him. "Think of us as being a cadre of the finest boys that the newly minted freshman class of Mayfield High School has to offer."
Marty burst out laughing in spite of his attempt to be serious. "Damn it, Noah, there is no way anybody gets the last word in when dealing with you."
"Hell, Connor barely got the first word in," Rodney said with chuckle. Vince stifled a laugh after hearing Rodney's comment.
"Some day I'll even figure out what the fuck he is talking about," Connor said. He tried to sound upset, but Connor saw Noah as a little brother figure and loved the young freshman dearly. As a result, his growl lacked any real bite. Connor often had the urge to hug Noah like a stuffed animal, but he never gave in. It would soon become known that any upperclassman who attempted to harass Noah for any reason would have to answer to Connor.
The warning bell rang and the boys broke up to head for their classes. The first day ended up being a successful one for the freshmen baseball boys. Not all days would be successful, of course, but getting off to a good start was a help to the self-esteem of all of the young teens.
Although the boys didn't perceive it, their freshman year had a theme to it, one that would present itself to them in different ways. While the theme didn't affect all of them equally, it affected them all in some manner. Their freshman year seemed to hinge on the subject of coming out. It meant coming out to parents, friends, teammates, classmates, or all of them, depending on the boy involved. For others it meant learning that their teammate was gay, which, considering what had been happening with the freshmen since they were in sixth grade, was no real surprise to anyone. Some of the baseball sophomores got caught up in the theme as well. Coming out didn't happen all at once, but for some the theme made itself felt early on.
<Saturday, September 6, Lars>
Lars was the first to come out, although in a way he already had. What he did was make something he'd said in anger official, at least in his mind. When his father had caught him giving Kevin a blow job on the living room couch, Lars had screamed at his father, telling him that he was gay, although he said it more out of anger than to make an actual confession.
By the end of the school baseball season the prior spring, his father had undergone a radical change in attitude toward his son. He removed the restrictions he'd placed on Lars, allowing him to play summer ball, telling him would not have to change schools in the fall, allowing him to visit his friends and even spend the night with them, He also apologized for the hurt he'd caused his son. But Lars still could not have his friends over to his house unless his parents or his sister were home. And while his father had changed in the manner in which he treated his son, there was still an air of coolness between them at times. Lars decided it was time for him to quit cowering and come out again to his father, only this time for real.
He ended up being surprised by how well the talk went. He and his father sat in the living room at Lars's request on Saturday afternoon. Lars apologized, once again, for some of the things he'd said in anger and his father apologized, once again, for the things he'd done as well.
"I guess I was lucky to talk to those two young men when I did," his father said. Lars knew the story of his father's meeting with Troy, and later with Marty, as they told him about how, because of their homophobic attitudes, they had split with their fathers.
"One thing I told you when I was mad at you was true," Lars said quietly, almost hoping his father wouldn't hear him.
"Oh, and what was that?"
"When I was mad I yelled at you that I was gay, but it was more to make you mad than anything. But, I think I am really gay."
Neil Anderson, PhD, said nothing. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the mantle. Lars stared off into space, waiting for the eruption and for everything to go back to how it had been. This time he didn't care. Kevin was out to his parents and had been for a long time, and now it was time for him to do the same no matter what his father thought.
Finally Lars's dad spoke, his voice quiet and controlled. "You think you're gay or you know you're gay?"
"I think I know." The teen's confused answer belied his nervousness. He was surprised to see his dad fighting a grin.
"A gay son is the last thing I want, but, if it is what I have, then I will love him and support him. Meaning, I love you and will try my best to support you. Just understand, it is something I have to adjust to in my own way."
Lars nodded and his father went on. "Is this the result of the influence of your friends and your sexual experimentation, or is it something you truly feel?"
"I've been messing around with my friends, even the ones I had at Evans Middle School, since I was eleven," the fourteen year old said. "But I guess I never felt like it was gay. But then I met Kevin and really got to know him and...well...," he took a deep breath, "...I love him, and I think loving a guy like that is something that is gay."
"Do you consider Kevin to be your boyfriend?"
"Yes."
"Part of me wants to lock the door in his face forever. But more of me wants you to be happy. Tell Kevin he is welcome here any time."
"Is that any time as in even if nobody is home?"
"Yes it is, but with a couple of rules."
Lars breathed a huge sigh of relief. This was going infinitely better than he expected. "What are they?"
"No messing around, as you put it, outside of your bedroom at any time. And I don't want to hear what goes on in your bedroom. If the hormones get to you, they had better be silent hormones."
"Does that mean Kevin can spend the night here?"
"Yes, but only Kevin. Nobody else. I'm not going to have some kind of teen sex orgy in my house. I will give you two some leeway as boyfriends as long as I am never aware it is happening." Neil Anderson knew, of course, that when the two boys were alone at night in his son's bedroom there would probably be sex, even if it was just masturbation. He also knew that nobody could get pregnant, a thought that gave him an interior chuckle.
"Anything else?"
"You are never to do anything around your little brother. I want him to maintain his innocence."
Like he has any innocence left, Lars thought. But he agreed to the rule, knowing that it would get broken fairly quickly. His father gave him a talk on safe sex and some other issues he had dug up in doing research on gay teens. He had, in fact, been expecting this talk to happen. If Lars hadn't brought it up when he did, he would have done so soon.
The conversation ended on good terms. Lars felt a bit closer to his father. But for all the positive talk, it would take a long time for the wall that had been erected between them to come down. It would never come all the way down. Lars would never enjoy the full support of his father like Eric, Rich, or Noah received from theirs. However, the relationship between Lars and his father, now reasonably close after their conversation, would improve greatly during the years he was in high school.
<Saturday, September 13, Eric and Noah>
[ERIC]
It was a day Noah and I knew was coming, and one we weren't looking forward to, even though we understood it was part of growing up. It would end up being a learning day, a happy day, an eating day, a sexual day, and just a plain old day. It would be our last day with Mike and Ryan, the Donkey and the Dawg, for awhile. They would be leaving for their college in Oregon on Wednesday. They had both received baseball scholarships and were about to start on a new part of their life.
The two of them invited me, Noah, Marty, and Rich for dinner and to sleep over. Marty and Rich agreed to come to dinner, but they said they weren't going to sleep over with us.
"I know there is something special between you and Mike," Marty told me at school on Thursday. He knew the story of how Mike had helped Scott and me learn about making love and having sex back when we were little eleven year old sixth graders. "I love those two guys, they paved the way for us gay kids here in Mayfield, and they taught me and Rich a lot, too. But this day should be for you and Noah."
"You don't even want to hang around after dinner and, you know, do some stuff."
"Nope, but before you feel bad, me and the Dawg talked about this. I think we have a Thanksgiving date at their place when they come home, and I think it includes some fun with those two."
That did make me feel better. I loved Marty and Rich, as well as the Dawg and Donkey, and didn't want to come between any of them. "It would be pretty wild, all six of us being there overnight."
"Yep, and who's to say it won't happen? It just won't be this time."
Marty had come a long way from the often drunk, stoned and perpetually horny kid he'd been through most of middle school. The work he'd put into changing and growing up was such a big reason I loved him so much as a friend.
Chef Marty and Chef Dawg worked together to prepare a grand meal. It had to be grand with four hungry young teens, two hungry older teens, and two hungry adults eager for dinner. The result of their labors was a Caesar Salad with shrimp skewers, fabulous beef lasagna ala Dawg, sautéed broccoli, and marionberry pie ala mode for dessert. Needless to say, we were all stuffed to the gills and beyond after shoveling it all down.
"If I had a choice between this meal and the Centralia buffet, this meal would win out in a landslide," the Donkey said, as he patted his tummy.
"That is the highest compliment a meal can be paid," the Dawg informed us. None of us were going to argue; the food was excellent beyond a doubt.
We went up to the loft above the garage where the Dawg and Donkey lived. "Living here keeps the `rents from embarrassing us when they have wild and noisy sex," the Donkey was fond of saying. We talked for about an hour until Marty and Rich said it was time for them to go.
"Don't forget us at Thanksgiving," Marty said.
"How could we forget two sexy boys like you," the Donkey said. "I will have the ears in sophomore hunting position as soon as we enter the Mayfield town limits."
Marty and Rich exchanged hugs with the Dawg and Donkey. "I can text you for cooking help any time, right?" Marty asked the Dawg as they hugged.
"Absolutely," Ryan said. I have to admit it's hard to imagine Marty, the cocky jock, as a budding gourmet cook, but he seemed to love the culinary arts and was getting quite good at it.
After they left, the four of us engaged in more talk. We talked about the many ways in which Mike and Ryan had helped us. We talked about baseball and the dreams of the Go to State Team. We talked about how Mike and Ryan felt leaving the town they grew up in to go away to college. In other words, we were way too serious.
We discussed how Mike and Ryan were outed back when they were sophomores and how they dealt with being the only known gay couple at the school. "We might have been the only gay couple, period," Mike the Donkey said, "at least until Rich and Marty came in last year as freshmen."
"But they still aren't out," Ryan the Dawg said.
"Noah and I have been talking about coming out," I told them. Noah nodded in agreement. "You guys helped set the example, and we want to do it before people forget that it was you who came out first."
"First, remember we were outed when we got caught kissing outside the gym. And second, most of the teachers and students were cool about us, but Mayfield High is like any other place; it has its share of assholes," Mike said.
"Like Coach Collins, who is still teaching there, and Coach Gardner, who isn't," Ryan said. "And I could name you some students to look out for."
"Nobody messed with us much because they didn't want to be subject to a Donkey hoofing," Mike said. "But you two shrimps won't have that luxury."
Noah and I were two of the smaller boys in the freshman class. But we were good athletes and strong, and I doubted most of the bullies would deal with us physically. Giving us a lot of mental shit was a whole different matter.
We finally got tired of serious conversation and got serious about getting undressed. We slowly stripped down to t-shirts and underpants while we chatted, which helped our mindsets slowly move from the serious to the sexual.
I knew I wanted Mike. He had become very special in my life and I wanted to show him how special he was. Noah and I had talked about how far we wanted to go with the two eighteen year olds. Noah said I could go as far as I wanted. He said he didn't feel the close connection to the two that I did, because he wasn't part of the history I had with them. Noah didn't intend on going beyond giving Ryan one of his "expert" blow jobs.
While we chatted, the talk slowly turned to sex, starting with my thanking Mike and Ryan for the help they gave me and Scott back when we were sixth graders. But the four of us knew what the evening would inevitably lead to. Mike and I kept edging closer to each other. Toward the end of our chat, he placed his powerful arm around my shoulder. Somehow my t-shirt came off, and, without my realizing it, my briefs landed on the floor. One moment the Donkey had boxers on, the next moment his big, thick rock hard cock was in full view as he became a naked Donkey.
Ryan and Noah were on the love seat on the other side of the room. They had mysteriously become naked as well, and were making out. I quickly lost track of what they were doing. I got lost in the arms of the boy who was now almost a man. I got lost in his kisses, lost in his hovering over me, lost in his man-sized cock entering my anus, lost in his lust, in my lust, lost in his cock plowing my ass, making me grunt on every thrust, lost in a howling orgasm as I spewed my cum on me, on him, on the bed, on wherever it shot, and lost in his long moan as he filled my insides with wad after wad of his own semen. It was me, a high school freshman, having sex with a high school graduate, and feeling very grown up. It was the first time I didn't feel like a kid with him, but felt like an equal.
The Donkey dropped on his side and we exchanged light kisses as we watched our partners rolling around the floor, dry humping. We watched as they covered themselves in cum and sweat and glory. Noah told me later he had the same feeling that I did, the feeling that he was grown up even at thirteen, that he was having sex more as an equal than as a younger kid with an older one. It was wonderful.
We all slept in the big king bed. What was interesting is that Noah went over to my side and Ryan went to Mike's side, and even though we could have done it differently we happily cuddled up with our own boyfriends as we fell into deep sleep.
The next morning we showered and the Dawg prepared us a feast of a breakfast, with muffins, toast, hash browns, ham, and eggs fried to order. Noah and I left after breakfast, wishing the Dawg and Donkey well, and reminding them that communicating with us was easy.
"Don't worry, the ears will be in broadcasting mode as soon as we arrive at school," Mike said. "You two be good, and remember that news flows both ways. Tell us how the coming out works."
Noah stayed at my house that night and we talked about coming out. We agreed to wait on it until after the Homecoming Dance, the first big dance of the year. We decided that we would do it slowly, telling our friends first. We would not be afraid to hold hands in the hall. In a way we would become the second set of trail blazers, the first gay couple to come out on our own. It would be interesting and scary, but we were determined to do it.
<Wednesday, September 17, Kraig and Hunter>
Hunter finished his homework and printed out the paper he'd just completed. He carefully placed his books and materials into his backpack. It was close to nine. Between football practice and eating and chilling and then doing his homework, his evenings were busy. He was wearing a Mayfield Athletics t-shirt, a pair of blue and gray striped boxers, and white ankle socks.
He decided to head for the family room and see what was up with his parents. He knew he was supposed to put on a pair of sweats, or lounge pants, or even gym shorts, but decided not to. He had a minor resentment against his father. His father's not allowing Kraig to spend the night since the incident at Lars's house was irking him more and more. His fourteen year old mind saw his being in his underpants as a small piece of rebellion for his dad to be upset about. Pretty soon, his new, improved dad would be back to being his old asshole of a dad and life would go back to being really sucky, which was how it was a couple of years ago.
Hunter strutted into the living room. His father was reading a book and his mother was watching a show on television. "Hey," Hunter said to no one in particular as he took a seat on the couch.
"Aren't we a bit underdressed?" Allen Hawkins, his father asked.
"I feel comfortable this way." Hunter was in the kind of adolescent mood that had him itching for a fight with his parents, his dad in particular. He was angry about Kraig, angry because he had no brothers or sisters to keep him company, angry because he couldn't run around the house in his underwear, or even naked like the twins did frequently.
Allen looked at his wife, who shrugged. He then looked over at his son. "Whatever suits you," he said. "No pun intended." Hunter felt himself getting angry simply because his father was not getting angry. He wanted an excuse to yell about Kraig not being allowed to spend the night any longer, and his father wasn't cooperating.
Allen Hawkins looked at his half-clad son, taking in his handsome, athletic looks. The fourteen year old had a good build on him, with strong, smooth arms and muscular legs. Dark hairs were just starting to sprout on his calf and shins. His face was still smooth, with just a hint of tiny dark hairs forming on his upper lip.
Allen thought about his freshman year, about his friend Terry, and about their rounds of sex in bed; not to mention in other venues. He thought about their first experimentations starting in sixth grade and about how serious they were about sex in ninth grade. He remembered how they would talk about girls, even as he was fucking his best friend. Looking back, it all seemed so innocent. But, at the time it was serious stuff. Maybe the memory that struck him the most was something he had conveniently forgotten—it was the memory that Terry was probably his first love.
He wondered if Kraig and his son talked about sex with girls when they had the sex he knew they were having. Kraig never spent the night with Hunter any more, so maybe that phase of their adolescent lives was fading away.
"How was football practice?" his father asked, trying to get his mind off of a subject that was getting him sexually excited. He had returned home from his Centralia sporting good store too late to eat with Hunter or his wife. Hunter was busy with homework when he got home, but Allen did stick his head into Hunter's room and offer him a greeting. Two years ago, before he realized he was losing contact with his son, he would not have done even that much.
"It was pretty light, we got a game tomorrow afternoon." Hunter was a quarterback and defensive back on the JV team.
"I'll be there, but probably not until the second quarter. Don't do anything spectacular until after I arrive."
"Daaad, I can't help it when I do something good."
"I didn't say good, I said spectacular."
With the help of his father's gentle teasing, Hunter's mood was improving in spite of himself. He reminded himself he had a lot to be angry about, and decided to raise the stakes so his father would give him an excuse to lose his temper. He needed somebody to blame, other than himself, for him to get angry. "Kraig wanted to spend a night this weekend, but I told him he was still not allowed to," he said, trying to sound casual.
"I didn't know he wasn't allowed to spend the night," his father said. He looked over at his wife and asked her if she had said anything about Kraig not being allowed to spend the night.
"No, I was leaving that stuff up to you," she replied.
"Then I guess I need to know why you think Kraig isn't allowed to spend the night here."
"Because, you said he couldn't after what happened at, you know, at Lars's house," Hunter said, somewhat embarrassed that he had to mention the incident while his mother was in the room.
"Well, as you no doubt recall, son, I told you I overreacted to that. We discussed being more private with your, um, games." Hunter looked over at his mother once again and noticed her becoming flushed—he knew that she knew. "I believe we set down a few rules. I reminded you that while you thought Lars was being treated unfairly, his father felt he had reason to react as he did, and that the incident was closed."
"Yeah, I remember you saying all that, but you never said Kraig could start spending the night again."
Allen Hawkins scratched his head and looked at his son with a slight frown. Here it comes, Hunter thought, here comes my excuse to get mad. But instead of saying what Hunter thought he'd hear, his father simply said, "Then I apologize once again. I guess I thought it was understood you had no restrictions any longer. You might have asked me about it since nothing was said about Kraig's restriction."
"So, if I asked Kraig to spend the night on Friday after the varsity game you wouldn't be mad?"
"No, son, I wouldn't be mad. In fact, I've missed seeing your friend over here." Hunter had to smile at that comment, knowing that his father perved on Kraig's body. That was one explanation for why he thought his father didn't want him there, because he was embarrassed about it. He had been ready to say just that to his father after the argument began. Now it looked like the argument wasn't going to happen, much to his relief, as well as his disappointment. For his part, Allen Hawkins was both relieved to have averted what he sensed was about to become a teenage crisis, and was looking forward to seeing Kraig in his underwear again.
Hunter said good-night to his parents, took care of his brushing, flossing, face-washing, and peeing, and headed to bed. He pulled off his shirt and boxers. He knew he was now free to roam the house in his underwear, and that made him feel a bit powerful. He wished his father had been this understanding when he was younger; it would have made his life much simpler. He jerked off thinking of having Kraig in his bed once again. It would be private this time, instead of sharing a bed in the room Kraig shared with Kevin.
The JV football team won their Thursday afternoon game 26-13. Allen Hawkins arrived at the game in time to see his son throw a 30 yard touchdown pass. Hunter and Kraig went to the varsity game on Friday night and watched them win as well, 33-21. After the game, they headed for Hunter's house and were soon sitting on his bed in their underwear. Kraig was wearing a pair of psychedelically colored briefs with white trim. Hunter thought Kraig's briefs were incredibly sexy.
"Wait until you see what I'm wearing tomorrow," Kraig said. He put his arm around his friend and asked if he could stay Saturday night as well. "We need to make up for what we missed," he said. Hunter said he was cool with it as long as his parents didn't have plans he knew nothing about.
The boys got naked and Hunter did what Kraig liked best, fucked him hard and long. There was nothing gentle about the sex between the two fourteen year olds, although they tended to be restrained when they had sex at Kraig's house. Kevin, Lars, Korey, and Chandler were usually there with them as well. There always seemed to be some kind of group sex when Hunter stayed there.
The next morning the teens showered, separately, and dressed. Hunter was impressed by Kraig's purple bikini briefs that barely covered his growing package and showed off his entire athletic ass.
Since Kraig had a soccer game that afternoon, they brought his gym bag. He took off the briefs, now that he had finished showing them off, and put on a jock strap. Then he donned his soccer uniform. The boys went to the football stadium, where the game was scheduled to be played.
Hunter sat with Kevin, Danny, and Scott as they watched their friends Eric, Noah, Toby, and Justin, as well as Todd and Nathan, who played both soccer and football. Kraig was on the pitch as well. Noah was the goalie and was good at it. Justin scored two goals as Mayfield picked up a 3-1 win over a team from Centralia. Hunter spent much of the game wondering why the fact that the boys were dressed in shorts seemed to interest him more than the actual game.
After the game, Hunter and Kraig rode back to Hunter's house with Noah and his father. Kraig and Hunter were dropped off and raced into Hunter's house. They said hello to Hunter's mom, who was starting dinner, and dashed to Hunter's room. Kraig undressed, showered, and plopped his naked body on Hunter's bed. Hunter was sitting in his desk chair, admiring his nude friend.
"We've become pretty good friends," Kraig said.
"Yeah, I guess we have," Hunter said. "Being boyfriends is something pretty special."
"Yeah," Kraig whispered, "it's really special."
Hunter was surprised at the warm shiver that shot through him on hearing Kraig's whispered words. While Hunter still had occasional doubts and fears about his sexuality, his very strong feelings for Kraig transcended those doubts. The problem was he had nothing to compare those feelings to; he had no baseline. Kraig was the only boyfriend he'd ever had, and he'd never really had a girlfriend. As far as Hunter was concerned, his feelings for Kraig had to be love; they couldn't be anything else.
"Come here," Kraig said, patting a spot beside him. Hunter came over to the bed and sat next to his boyfriend. "I want to make love to you," Kraig said.
Hunter nodded yes, knowing where this would go and not caring. All he knew was that he was overwhelmingly full of good feelings.
Kraig pulled off Hunter's t-shirt as Hunter raised his arms to help him. He pulled off Hunter's boxers as Hunter raised his hips to help him. He kissed Hunter's lips as Hunter leaned in to help him. He put his tongue into Hunter's mouth as Hunter opened his lips to help him.
From there Kraig's hands went everywhere, feeling the warm smooth skin of the boy he knew he loved. By the time Kraig finally grabbed the lube, they were horny beyond imagining. He slicked up Hunter's ass and slicked up his pulsing 4.8 inch boy tool. Hunter propped himself up on his knees and elbows, offering himself to Kraig, trusting Kraig, and moaning with pain and pleasure as Kraig entered his ass.
"I love you, Hunter," Kraig said as he held his cock still inside Hunter's bowels. Hunter said nothing, he just grunted from the feeling of Kraig being on top of him and inside of him. He fucked Kraig much more than Kraig fucked him, so when he did allow Kraig to enter him it was special for both of them.
This was what he knew he wanted; this was what made everything complete between him and his boyfriend. This was Kraig inside of him, fucking him. It sadly didn't last long, however, as the two were fourteen and far too horny for the moment. Kraig shot his wad into Hunter's ass as Hunter jerked himself to a cum that sent his boy seed spurting over his sheets.
"Yeah, yeah, oh fuck, I love you Kraig," Hunter said as he finished stroking his cock. They fell next to each other, breathing hard, trying to recover from their quick and intense act of sex.
"It's different than when I do you," Hunter said. "You don't do it as hard as I do."
"I can do it harder," Kraig said.
"No, I like it. But we gotta do it again tonight. That was kinda quick. It wasn't really making love. That was just a regular fuck."
"Nothing wrong with a regular fuck. But we did say we loved each other, so it had to be making love."
"I love you Kraig. I don't know why I fought it so long."
"I guess it was because we were just little kids," Kraig said, as if being fourteen year old high school freshmen now made them grown up.
"I love you, Kraig." Hunter had to hear himself say it again. He never got tired of saying it.
That was where the session ended as Hunter's mother called them to dinner. They quickly dressed and headed to the dining room, not knowing that the next time Hunter sat to eat at this table his parents would look at both of them in a much different way.
After dinner they helped with the cleanup and played board games with Hunter's parents. They excused themselves and went to Hunter's room a little bit after eight. While they didn't get naked, they did strip down to underpants and a t-shirt, Hunter in black boxers and Kraig in his purple bikini briefs.
"I think it's time," Hunter said.
"I thought about waiting until later. Your dad always likes to come in and tell us goodnight and perv over our bodies," Kraig said.
"No, I mean it's time to tell my dad we're boyfriends and that I'm gay."
"Whoa! Are you serious?"
"You know it. Everybody else is out to their parents. You are, Kevin is, Noah and Eric are, and even Lars is now. I figure if Lars didn't get killed, I should live through it."
"So are we just going to go to the living room and tell him?"
"Why not?"
"Because...because...," Kraig tried to come up with a good reason, but couldn't. Then he got hit with a brainstorm. "Because we'll tell him when he comes in to tell us goodnight."
"You mean tell him while we're sitting here in our underwear?"
"Yep, in just our underpants."
"I don't get it. Why not just get dressed and go tell him we want to talk with him. I'd rather get yelled at while I'm dressed."
"No, listen. You know how he gets when he comes in. He likes to massage me, and he get us all boned up. Then he leaves with a boner before he gets too horny to stop. You know he likes me and my sexy bod."
"Well, so do I," Hunter said, smiling. "But, I see where you're coming from. If he gets all horned up, and he knows we know he's all horned up, then maybe he won't get his undies in a bunch because we just told him we were boyfriends."
"Exactly."
"I like how you think."
Kraig grinned and said, "So do I."
It was a bit cool in the room and the two of them kept their t-shirts on for awhile longer. But as it got closer to a possible visit from Hunter's father, they stripped off their t-shirts and were clad in only their underpants. For Kraig that bordered on not being dressed at all.
"Damn, Kraig, if you get a boner those things aren't going to hold it," Hunter said.
Kraig gave his boyfriend a slightly evil grin. "That's kind of the idea." He knew all about Kevin exposing his cock to Mark the umpire, and about Kevin's man friend, Sherman, with whom he'd been having sex. He figured what was good for his twin brother was good for him. "And besides, I already got a boner."
Hunter looked at Kraig's crotch and Kraig opened his legs to expose it. His close to five inch sausage lay perpendicular to the waistband of his briefs. "You are one nasty dude," Hunter said. "Dad might have a heart attack."
"He'll have two of them if you don't do a better job of hiding that tent in your boxers."
Hunter giggled and adjusted himself. The two teens played a video game for a half-hour when the expected knock on the bedroom door came. "I'm scared," Hunter mouthed.
"Trust me," Kraig said in a loud whisper.
"Do you boys mind if I come in?" Allen Hawkins asked.
"It's cool," Hunter said, and his father entered the room.
He was wearing the same thing he'd had on downstairs earlier, a red sweatshirt and gray and red plaid lounge pants. "I just thought I'd tell you guys good night." Allen couldn't help but gasp at the sight of Kraig wearing nothing but a pair of purple bikini briefs and white socks. His smooth, athletic fourteen year body looked strong and was perfectly proportioned, as was that of his son. "I didn't realize how much you've grown," Allen said to Kraig.
"You should see Kevin," Kraig said. "The dude's been lifting some serious iron."
Allen ached to touch Kraig, but didn't want to become too forward with the young teen, who was all but naked. Since Kraig had an agenda, however, he all but invited Hunter's father to touch him.
"That soccer game was really tough today," Kraig said. "I'd sure like one of your shoulder and back massages. They always make me feel good."
After yet another gasp, Allen said he would be willing to help Kraig out. "We'll do a chair massage," he said. "You'll need to sit in Hunter's dresser chair."
Kraig got out of the office chair and traded places with Hunter. The dresser chair was rarely used, as it was small and hard. But it had a low back, making Kraig's shoulders easier to access than the office chair did. Hunter's father admired the pert teen ass inside of Kraig's tight bikini briefs, the top of his crack just showing out of the waistband and the bottom of his white, soft globes, amply exposed lower down. Allen felt his own package stirring.
Allen started kneading Kraig's shoulders and neck, which Kraig actually found to be relaxing rather than sexually stimulating. He had been more tense than he realized. Allen worked the teen's shoulders for awhile, and then started moving down his back. "Lean forward some," he said, and Kraig did so. Allen then worked on the boy's smooth, well-toned back, digging deeply into the muscles as he'd learned in the athletic training class he'd taken in college.
Kraig moaned lightly, wondering why this wasn't giving him a boner. After all, it felt so good it should be making him hard. Even though Kraig wasn't hard, Allen still noticed the bulge of Kraig's young teen package. He worked lower down Kraig's back and soon got to the waistband, his hand somehow brushing across the sliver of ass crack exposed by the low hanging briefs. His fingers slid just a bit inside the waistband and worked the top of Kraig's young, muscular ass.
"Yessss," Kraig hissed at the feel of the expert hands. Hunter found himself getting rock hard as he watched, and Kraig started to chub up as well. Allan could see Kraig's young cock expand in its tight confines, until it was sticking straight up, the top of the head exposed, its eye staring right back at him. The man felt his knees go weak and his stomach flutter at the sight.
He reached around and started working on Kraig's pectoral muscles, his fingers moving across his erect, pink nipples, then moving down to Kraig's belly, which was smooth and taut with the beginnings of a six pack. His fingers again got down to the waistband and he moved along it, brushing Kraig's downy pubic hair, but avoiding his throbbing boner.
Allen leaned across Kraig and massaged his hairless thighs, bringing another moan from the teen. Allen was surprised to see beads of precum forming in the slightly exposed head of Kraig's boner. The hands moved along the sides of Kraig's briefs and then back up his torso to his pecs.
The young teen felt like he was about to spontaneously combust. He moaned yet again. "That feels so good, Mr. Hawkins."
Allen Hawkins wanted desperately to touch the temptation that was staring him in the face. He wanted do to Hunter's best friend what he had done to Terry so often so many years ago—to wrap his hand around a boy's cock, or put his lips to it and taste the precum that he remembered as being such a sweet nectar. His body quivered as he ordered his hands not to enter the forbidden territory inside Kraig's briefs, but his orders were not going to be obeyed.
The soothing hands moved down Kraig's sides once again until they reached the waistband. They moved inside, rubbing Kraig's hips, pulling slightly down until the front of the teen's briefs lowered enough to expose the entire head of Kraig's now throbbing piece of teen steel. Allen's index fingers found Kraig's ball sac and he lightly kneaded the teen's scrotum. He was ready to move up the boy's partially exposed hard-on. He knew it was time to stop, that he was stepping over boundaries he should not be crossing. But as he slowly pulled his hands out of the briefs, they somehow managed to move along the length of the rod that was poking out of the teen's briefs, his fingers slightly wrapped around the pulsing erection.
"Feel better now?" Allen asked hoarsely, moving his hand back down Kraig's cock until he once again cupped the teen's balls.
"Yeah," Kraig whispered, "much better. Do it some more." Both boys could see the big bulge in Allen's lounge pants.
Allen turned slightly and got another jolt as he saw Hunter's boner sticking out of the slit in his boxers, his son slowly masturbating himself. Seeing his son in that position made him realize it was time to leave. But Kraig had slyly managed to get the waistband of his briefs tucked under his balls, exposing his genitals in their entirety, as well as most of his hairless ass crack. His plans did not have things progressing this far, but hormones had gone to work.
Allen thought he was going to faint when he saw the close to five inch boner, with its nest of pubic hairs at the base, and the teen testicles scrunched up by the waistband of the briefs. While his son's boner was interesting, it didn't hold the interest that Kraig's did. He couldn't take his eyes off of what Kraig was exposing to him. Kraig started to idly masturbate himself.
Allen was on the verge of wrapping his hand around the hot teen cock in front of him when he quickly turned and started out the door. It was then that Hunter, remembering what the purpose of this entire drama was, said, "Dad, we need to talk to you." He left his exposed boner sticking out of his boxers and Kraig did nothing to cover his own boner.
"Yes, what is it son?" He couldn't help but think it had to do with sex and he was, of course, correct.
"We just wanted you to know that, well, that me and Kraig are, like, boyfriends," Hunter blurted out quicker than he had intended.
Allen was not surprised, yet at the same time he was surprised by his son's confession. Not surprised, because he had suspected it for a long time, but surprised that his son was able to confess it so casually. There was no doubt in his mind that the whole massage bit was a charade to set the atmosphere that the boys wanted, but he decided to let it go. Maybe if he and Terry had made the same confessions their lives would have been different. On the other hand, he would never have fathered a son he loved very much, or even had a wife he knew he loved despite his sexual leanings.
"You mean, you're both gay?"
"Yes, sir. Are you mad?"
"No, I'm not mad, although I'd feel more comfortable if the two of you covered yourselves up. My massage seems to have affected you both."
Both young teens did nothing to cover themselves up.
"Are you boys sure?" he asked, trying to ignore their refusal to cover their throbbing erections. "I mean really sure?" He knew the two of them were sure, but he felt obligated to ask.
The two said nothing, but on a prearranged signal they rose from their chairs, sat together on Hunter's bed, and held hands. "This is how sure we are," Kraig said as he planted a kiss on Hunter's lips. "I love Hunter."
"And I love Kraig," Hunter said. He was certain he father was going to be okay with their relationship, but he still felt a tinge of fear. He needed his father to make his feelings official.
He surprised both of them by lightly shoving them apart and sitting between them. He put his arms around their bare shoulders, trying to ignore their exposed members. "And I love you both. I am proud you both have the courage to tell me who you really are." He pulled them both in tightly. "I am proud to have you," he yanked on Hunter's shoulder, "as my son, and you," he did the same to Kraig, "as my son-in-law." He then held them tightly against him, ignoring the ongoing temptation to grab Kraig's exposed boner as well as that of his son.
"Do you plan on coming out at school?" Allen asked
"Just to some of our friends," Hunter said. "Lars and Kevin are boyfriends, so they've known a long time. Eric and Noah are boyfriends, and they know. We haven't said anything to anybody else, but Marty and Rich are boyfriends, too, so they'll know, too."
"What is with your team?" Allen asked. "It sounds like the gayest baseball team in America."
"And proud of it," Kraig said.
"Dad?"
"Yes, Hunter."
"Is it true that a man can be gay, but sometimes he gets married and has kids anyway?"
"Yes it is, son, yes it is."
Hunter looked at his father, his eyes shining. He was certain his father was one of those men. He wrapped his arms around the man's strong chest. "I love you dad, no matter what. I really, really do love you. Thank you for becoming a great dad."
Allen fought back tears. "And don't worry son, your mother knows about me. She's known for years." He stood up and looked at the two boys. "Have fun tonight, and keep the noise down."
"Are you going to tell mom?"
"If I can tell her about me, I can tell her about you. But she does need to know." Hunter nodded in understanding.
As Allen started out of the room, Kraig said, "Next time you give me a massage, Mr. Hawkins, you can touch anything you want." He pulled off his briefs and was now completely naked. "That's why I let you see my boner." Hunter quickly stripped, too. Allen Hawkins left the room knowing he was in desperate need of a masturbation session.
As for Kraig and Hunter, they had a night of glorious sex as Kraig took Hunter's ass one more time. The boys came with an intensity that surprised them, seeing as it was their second time that night. They fell asleep feeling good about each other and about themselves.
And so it was that four couples had come out in some way a month into the school year. The next step would be to come out to the school in general, and it was Eric and Noah who had specific plans for doing that. A week after the Homecoming dance they were seen by their classmates holding hands in the hall on the way to class, or sitting with their arms around each other's shoulders in the foyer or the courtyard (although it was starting to become too cold to sit in the courtyard for long).
Of course it didn't take long for rumors to fly and for questions to be asked. "Are you guys really gay?" Mary Alice asked them as she saw them walking to lunch holding hands.
"It's probably the major reason we hold hands," Noah said in his way of being condescending without seeming condescending.
Mr. Wilson, the principal, stopped them in the hall once and was very succinct about his expectations. "I have no problem with gay students in my school, or gay couples," he told the two freshmen. They were starting to become favorites of his once he overcame the bias built in him because of the battle they had had with Coach Collins. He had seen them as troublemakers, but instead found them to be bright, caring, friendly, and industrious good citizens. The fact that they had both been elected to the student council--Eric as freshman class president and Noah as class treasurer, did not hurt their standing with him.
"But, you have to follow the same rules as everyone else as far as public displays of affection goes," he went on. "And, with your standing as Student Body officers, I hope you try not to flaunt yourselves too much."
"Understood," the two boys said. Holding hands in school was acceptable behavior, but going beyond that was frowned on and against the student code of contact. "We will endeavor to follow the rules," Noah said. "But, we won't hide who we are either."
"You know you are the first couple to come out since I've been principal here."
"What about the Dawg and Donkey...I mean Ryan and Mike?" Eric asked.
"They were more or less outed, but then did a commendable job of living with it and making the best of it. In a way they blazed a trail for you boys."
"We won't be the last to come out," Noah said.
"You mean there are more that you know of?" Mr. Wilson asked.
"Yes sir, but we are not at liberty to divulge their names."
"Oh, lord, I'd better start researching gay teens then," Mr. Wilson said. "Thanks for the heads up."
It was a few days following their conversation with Mr. Wilson that the boys had to deal with Noah being accosted and assaulted in one of the boys' rooms by Steve. But that altercation had a trickle down effect on their friends.
Connor had shown what he was really made of as well as his loyalty as friend. There was more to him than a perpetually sullen teen.
Marty and Rich realized how much courage Eric and Noah had shown by coming out and decided that somebody had be the second couple to do so. They decided it might as well be them. After talking it over together with Rich's parents and then with Mr. Bednarzyck, they came out exactly as Eric and Noah had; by walking proudly down the main hall holding hands.
Their coming out was a much bigger surprise to the student body than was Eric and Noah's. For one thing, they were sophomores and better known. They were both all-around athletes. More importantly, they were football players, and football players were traditionally tough, not limp-wristed faggots, as Steve put it. But their path was made smoother by Noah and Eric, and by the knowledge that Connor had the backs of the gay kids.
"It figures that asshole Marty is queer," Steve said. Steve was a junior now. He had enjoyed being a pain in Marty's neck at the same time he pretended to be his friend. He'd been tormenting Marty from middle school on. He was the one who assaulted Noah. He had been put so far into his place by Connor that he could do little but complain about the state of the halls of Mayfield High School. "And now I gotta practice football with them, and that faggot ass kisser Connor."
"I don't like it much either," his best friend Crawford said. "but what the fuck can we do about it?"
"I wouldn't mind putting an illegal hit on one of them. It would be worth it."
But the trickle down effect didn't stop there. On the first Saturday in November the Go to State Team had their monthly meeting. With attendance and interest picking back up, they moved their meetings back to the Bear's pizza parlor. Gary, the owner, who was also one of their sponsors, provided three free extra large pizzas and endless sodas.
After the meeting finished, the two gay couples who were out became a big part of the conversation. Some of the boys pooled their money to buy another pizza since they decided to hang around longer "I still can't believe you guys did it," Rodney said to Marty and Rich.
"No sense in hiding it, especially after what went down with Noah," Marty said.
"Yeah, that sucked. But, damn, I can't believe that packing fudge feels better than fucking a wet, hot pussy."
"It works for us."
"You should try pussy at least once. You might actually end up liking it."
Marty wanted to tell Rodney he had tried it and it cemented his conviction that he was gay, but he, Michelle, Rich, and Trish all agreed to keep it a secret between the four of them. Actually, Marty had told two others, but with Michelle's tacit agreement. He told her there were two people he trusted totally that he didn't keep secrets from and he wanted to tell them. She gave him her permission, so now Eric and Mr. B knew he was not a virgin.
Kevin stood up and stopped the ongoing conversations. "Before anybody goes," Kevin said, "two of us have something to say."
"Oh, shit, not somebody else coming out," Connor said, half-jokingly.
"Yeah, it's exactly that," Kevin said.
"Well, fuck, us heterosexuals are going to be a minority really soon." Connor drew out the words heterosexuals and minority to add emphasis to them.
"But think of all the girls we're not taking away from you," Kevin pointed out.
That got Rodney to smiling. "Now that makes the most sense of anything anybody has said about this whole gay coming out business."
"I guess that means it's you and Lars?" Danny asked as a combination question and statement.
"It is, and we will be holding hands in the hall come Monday."
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Kevin and Lars had met with their parents as a couple and told them they were coming out at school. Lars's father did not like the idea at all.
"It's going to be nothing but trouble."
"For us or for you?" Lars asked.
Neil Anderson seemed a bit put out by the question, since Lars had read his thinking almost perfectly. He regained his composure and said, "There are kids in all schools who are just plain mean. And somebody is going to try to kick your ass. Kevin, I can see you're a big sturdy kid, but Lars here is skinny and is for sure not a fighter."
"I don't have to do this, dad. We won't be the first ones to come out this year. Two couples already have, and with us and Kraig and Hunter that makes four."
"Kraig and Hunter? All of this gives me a splitting headache. Is your entire class gay?"
"No, but there are four couples in all, which I guess is a lot."
"I'll say it is. Sounds like safety in numbers."
"Oh, it's more than that." Lars told his father about the assault on Noah and about Connor having their backs.
"Connor, the big kid who seems to always be pouting?"
"Yeah, him."
Lars's father thought about that for a moment, and then flashed a bit of a smile, his first since the boys came to him for a talk. "Him I wouldn't want on my bad side. Okay, you have my permission, not that you needed it. I totally don't agree, but I will protect you the same way I protect the gay students at the college. If anybody gives you grief they will answer to your friend Connor and to me."
Kraig and Hunter had a similar talk with Allen Hawkins in his home office. Unlike Kevin and Lars who were clad in school clothes they entered his office clothed in t-shirts, underpants, and socks. Kraig had on a pair of green briefs, while Hunter wore one of his few pairs of briefs, white Jockeys from a package of white briefs his mother had purchased for reasons Hunter did not understand.
The boys liked preening in front of Hunter's father, knowing it had an effect on him, especially since the steamy massage session in Hunter's bedroom. They didn't do it out of meanness, they did it because Kraig liked Allen a lot and Hunter loved him and they knew he liked seeing them partially clad. They'd talked about not wearing shirts and maybe having their cocks exposed, but decided that this time it would detract from what they had to say.
"Dad, Kraig and I want to come out at school," Hunter said.
"I am no longer surprised by what you say," Allen said. "What brought this on?"
"Kevin and Lars are going to do it. Eric and Noah have already done it and so have Marty and Rich. We'd be the only ones in the closet. We want to stand with our friends."
"A laudable sentiment," Allen said.
"I assume that's a good thing," Hunter said.
Allen nodded as he looked at the two fourteen year olds. He once again couldn't help but admire the two athletic bodies, although he was more smitten with Kraig than with Hunter. He felt guilty about the sexual feelings he had towards his son. He'd read of some very straight men who found themselves admiring the beautiful youth of their sons. He was one of those, even if he was seeing his son from the perspective of a closeted gay man. But he found his son's beauty to be sexually stimulating, and that was the part that bothered him.
"I admire what you are doing. You are more mature than I was at fourteen. It's something I'd like to take credit for, but you seem to have gotten there on your own." He was addressing Hunter more than he was Kraig and both boys knew it.
"Do you wish you'd come out at fourteen?" Hunter asked. Over the last month he'd been trying to get used to the fact that his father was a closet homosexual.
"Not really. Yes, I was often an unhappy kid, but I am not unhappy with my life today. I do love your mother, and I have a son I love as well, even if I often have done a poor job of showing that. Besides, it was not something fourteen year old Mayfield boys did back then. I would have been ostracized, even though I was probably the star athlete in the school as an upperclassman."
"I'm glad things are different today," Kraig said.
"You still have to deal with the Steves and Crawfords and Eddies of the world," Allen said.
"Fuck `em," Hunter said. He suddenly realized what he'd said and turned bright red. "No offense, dad."
"None taken."
The boys had been sitting in leather seats in front of the desk. Hunter could remember many icy cold lectures from his father regarding him and baseball and sports, lectures that got him to hating baseball as well as his father. He didn't know exactly what caused the sudden change in his father's attitude and outlook, but he was grateful for it.
Hunter and Kraig stood up. Hunter started out of the room, but Kraig held back. Kraig couldn't help but notice Allen looking at Hunter's ass so nicely packaged in his tight briefs. Allen turned his attention to Kraig and saw the noticeable bulge made by the teen erection straining in his briefs. Kraig's t-shirt came down below the waistband on his underpants, but did little to hide the fourteen year old's boner.
Kraig smiled and yanked his briefs midway down his thighs, his almost five inch piece of steel popping free, partially obscured by his shirt. It literally slapped against Kraig's belly as it popped loose. He walked to the backside of the desk where Allen was sitting, coming within a foot of the obviously conflicted man.
"I told you that you can touch it any time you want," Kraig said, edging a step closer. He understood more and more what his twin brother saw in Mark the umpire and Sherman the engineer.
"Seeing as you are practically my son-in-law that would almost constitute incest," Allen said hoarsely. He desperately wanted to wrap his hand around Kraig's sexual organ, to fondle his smooth hanging balls while he masturbated the teen until he spilled his seed on the thick carpeting in his office.
"Nothing wrong with incest. My brother Kevin would be my boyfriend if we didn't have Hunter and Lars. I have sex with him and Korey all the time. Now I want to do it with my...my...father-in-law." He had to stifle a giggle at the end. His boner was all but touching Allen's arm.
"You offer the biggest temptation I've had in many years, but I don't need to have the molestation of a fourteen year old boy showing up on my resume."
"It ain't molesting if I want it and I'd sure as hell never tell."
"What does Hunter think of this?"
"I didn't ask him." Kraig never asked Hunter if it was okay if he had sex with his brothers. Kraig simply understood that it was acceptable to Hunter and did it. He didn't see any difference between that and having sex with Allen in his office.
But that was not how Hunter's father saw it. "Then maybe you should ask," he said seriously.
"Hunter knows why I stayed behind. He could have told me to come with him."
"Now is not the time," Allen said, even though he knew that it was the perfect time.
Kraig knew he wasn't going to get what he wanted—this time. But he wanted to have at least a partial victory. "Touch my boner, like you did in Hunter's room...please."
Allen Hawkins rubbed his fingers up the length of Kraig's shaft, then wrapped his hand around it, letting his thumb rub the teen's cockhead. It was all Kraig could do not to blow his load right there.
"Happy, now?" Allen asked as he let go of his prize, wanting to masturbate Kraig all the way to the logical end.
Kraig smiled at his boyfriend's father. "Thanks. And remember, you can stick your hand in my pants any time."
"I'll keep that in mind. Now go join your boyfriend before we both do something we'll regret."
Kraig left the office, not bothering to pull up his briefs, giving Allen a full view of his athletic bubble butt.
"What was that all about?" Hunter asked as Kraig walked into the family room. Hunter's eyes went wide when he saw Kraig's underpants pulled down below his balls. "Oh, wow, it was about that." He didn't have to tell Kraig what "that" meant.
"I got horny."
"I can't believe you get horny for my dad."
"You know he's horny for me," Kraig said.
"Did he touch you?"
"Once, but I could tell he wanted to do more. He said I had to ask you if it was okay."
Kraig sat next to Hunter on the couch as Hunter thought about what Kraig had just said. The silence lingered as the clock on the mantle ticked away. "I guess I'm not ready for that right now," Hunter said. "I mean, the idea of my boyfriend having sex with my father kind of freaks me out." What Hunter didn't say was that the idea of him having sex with his father freaked him out, too, because he had his moments he wanted to do just that.
"Well if you ever change your mind let me know," Kraig said. Kraig knew that when it came to sex, Hunter usually came around to his way of seeing and doing things, but he had to take his time and give it a lot of thought first.
Seeing Kraig sitting next to him on the couch, sporting a boner while his underpants were pulled down under his balls, was too much for Hunter. He suddenly got up and kneeled between Kraig's legs. He yanked down his own briefs as he placed Kraig's cock in his mouth. Both boys were sexually excited to the point of forgetting who was on the other side of the closed office door.
Hunter barely got started when that door opened and Hunter's father stepped out. He quickly saw Hunter's lips wrapped around Kraig's throbbing teen boner and shook his head.
"Boys, we discussed where you can and can't take care of your business," he said gently. His voice startled both of them, and Hunter looked up, his face beet red.
"We thought you'd be working," Hunter said apologetically.
"You two seem pretty adept and being caught in the act by the fathers of the world."
"My dad hasn't caught us yet," Kraig said.
"I think it's only a matter of time." Allen saw that Hunter had his briefs pulled down and saw his son's full boner. He was impressed by its length and girth. His son was indeed hung for a fourteen year old, and in that respect he took after his old man.
Hunter stood up, giving his father a better view of his goods, wondering if he should pull up his briefs. As he stood there debating what to do, Kraig pulled his own briefs completely off. That scenario alone told Allen how the conversation between Kraig and Hunter regarding sex had played out. It was what he'd expected and he was grateful for that outcome.
"Now, get a room and don't be public like that again when your mother and I are in the house, or there will be consequences."
"Yes, sir," Hunter said, feeling chastised. Kraig merely looked at Allen and smiled. Kraig knew what Allen Hawkins wanted those consequences to be.
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