Growing Up Joshua

Growing up Joshua This is a work of pure fiction, but based on the author's feelings,beliefs, and in some cases, experience. Come to think of it -- it mightnot be all that pure! There may be graphic sexual encounters at timesbetween males, so if this offends you, you are invited to retreat. If youare too young or it is otherwise illegal for you to be reading this kindif story, shame on you for reading it - - please stop here. If not, - -ENJOY! Cast of characters: Joshua Alan Black II

Barbie Warfield -- my mother

Dennis Warfield -- my stepfather

Wilma Warfield -- Dennis's mother ("Missy" to me)

Francis Warfield -- Dennis's father -- ("Sir" to me.)

Alva Benson -- my Gram (Grandma)

Iver Benson -- my Pop (Grandpa)

Richard -- My favorite Cousin

Ray and Raul -- Richards' older brothers.

Nate Willows -- My first roomie.

Rudy Chanbers -- Friend across the hall.

Randy "Rascal" Ringstrom. Tutor

Wayne "Bulge" Andrews -- Rudy's room mate

Roger Schwimmer -- a football player.

James Meriwether -- Mid-year Transfer

From Chapter 6:

"Ohhhhh!" I moaned, grabbing for the muscle. I fell on the floor in agony, as my left leg drew up under me instantly. James bent down to help. "Move the shoes!" I screamed. He did and then I lay flat and tried to stretch my leg out.

Tears were streaming down my face and James said "Let me!"

The position I was in gave him no leverage and the only lever he had was my crotch. He put is foot gingerly into it, pushing aside my nether parts and then pulled on my leg with all his might. My leg shot out straight and I felt a new agony. I rolled on the floor, but James hung on to my leg, so it wouldn't cramp back up. He helped me to his bed. "Can I rub it, um -- um -- sir?"

"Don't call me -- oh! You don't even know my name! Sometimes I'm such a dick! I'm Josh -- Joshua Black."

"Nice to meet you, Josh. You don't mind if I call you Josh, do you?" He said, as he started pushing a knot out of my calf muscle. He stopped and waited for an answer. I looked into his eyes, wincing a little. He grinned.

"No!" I said. "I don't mind." His smile broadened. "I don't mind at all -- Jim!" We both grinned this time. And maybe for the same reason.

Chapter 7

One at a time, Jim worked out knots in my calf, each one a little less excruciating than the last. I moaned both in the agony and the ecstasy of having another guy touching me again. When done with the calf, he ran his hand over both to check for equanimity. "Feel's good!" He said.

"You said a mouthful!" I -- thought! I started to get up and he pushed my back gently back down.

"Not quite yet." He said, softly. He then ran his hands over both of my thighs. Not thinking, I moaned a little. "Yeah -- just as I thought. Some tenseness there too. Relax for a few minutes."

He then proceeded to massage the backs of my thighs, explaining that he was in an ROP massage class back home.

"What's ROP?" I asked.

"Regional Occupational Program. It's for high schoolers to try our different trades -- at school -- to see if they like it and to give them some practical training."

"Obviously you -- Ow! That hurts! But -- no, don't stop! It hurts -- good! Obviously you liked it!"

"I did!" he said and pressed on a protruding knot in my left thigh. I moaned some more. "I told my family each day how I really liked it. I told my dad how it was strange that no girls ever wanted a guy to touch them, and that mostly the guys didn't either. He explained to me that was why most massage therapists are women. Guys don't want other guys touching them -- and girls don't either! I told him I think that's kind of strange. My dad agreed with the guys. He didn't like me doing that stuff. I like doing it and I like it when the other guys massage me in practice.

"Then in about two weeks I found myself here. My best friend was devastated, but -- I have always wanted to go to military school. I dunno why -- just seemed kinda glorious -- or something. Now I'm not so sure."

Well, I was pretty sure why his dad had got him out of that environment. I don't think Jim has a clue. I saw no reason to explain my thoughts on it to him while he was working his magic on my legs!

Omigosh! Oh! Now he has moved up to my glutes! Oh gosh! Please God, don't EVEN let him ASK me to turn over.

It didn't occur to him to ask me if he could touch my butt, but he did ask if I minded if he sat on me to do my back.

"Um -- huh?" I said groggily. "Um -- oh! No -- um -- hey! It was only my leg that hurt!"

I wasn't complaining -- only pointing it out!

"I can stop any time, but you are full of knots, and - - I don't want to get out of practice!

"No -- it's okay -- sit!"

"Do you think guys would pay to get massaged here?"

"I KNOW some would!" I thought.

"I know I would!" I thought further.

"I dunno. Maybe." I said. "Oh Gosh! That feels good!"

He was pressing my neck muscles like he was playing a piano with both hands. I sighed, then moaned.

"Thaaaat's he sound I like!"

"Me too!" I thought.

"Anyway, I don't know why Dad sent me here, but I'm glad he did. There's something about a uniform - "

"Yeah, there is!" I thought.

Then he started to squeeze and rub my arms, and before I knew it he was extending his hands between the bed cover and my pecs and stroking out. I prayed that the spunk that I felt filling up my hood wouldn't spot his bed cover.

"You wanna turn over?"

"Um -- I think I better -- um -- get back to my -- um -- cell! Got some -- um -- studying -- or something -- to do. I almost flew off the bed, checked that there was no spot, and, not turning around, I exited the room. I called thanks over my shoulder."

"Thank YOU!" He said.

I went to my cell and quickly finished off what he had started -- in my closet -- in case one of the other guys came in unannounced. I couldn't get Jim's cute, innocent face out of my head!

I was exhausted after I spent myself, so I lay down on my bed. I woke with a start when the door slammed. "You better get up, Mister." Said my roomy. "Assembly has already been called."

"Shit!" I said. I jumped into my pressed uniform and shined shoes and ran out to the assembly just outside the barrack. I passed Jim and ran to my place and stepped in just as I heard, "HARCH!"

"Mr. Black!" Barked our barrack monitor. "Since you decided to come late, will you please escort Mr. Meriwether to the mess hall?" It really wasn't a request.

I dropped back and told Jim to march beside me and try to do as I did.

"I would have - " He started.

"SH!" I said. He got it.

When we got to the mess hall and the "FALL_OUT!" was announced. I said, "Quick! Follow me!"

I ran to our table and sat, telling Jim to sit next to me. "Hey! That's my place!" Said one of the footballers.

"Mr. Meriwether is new, Russ! I TOLD him to sit here! And we DON'T have assigned seats!"

I kind of took the place of my brother this year, in some ways. I wasn't the barrack monitor, but no one wanted to mess with me. They all knew the General was my dad, but they also knew what I could do to them if they did anything. And I was relatively sure that no one had it in for me anyway. And -- certainly not three -- like last year.

"Oh, I suppose not!" Russ found another friend to sit with. I was quite happy about that, actually. For some reason -- unknown to me -- Russ chose to sit next to me early in the semester. He didn't have any other friend close to him. He was actually a nice enough guy, but he was a footballer and also kind of an oaf -- and like several of the footballers, kind of a screw-up. But he seemed to always go out of his way to be nice to me. I always figured it was because he was afraid of me. But -- he WAS the guy that the coach sent to ask me to play football. Now I have to wonder -- did he volunteer?

After mess, Jim followed me outside. I stopped and he stopped. "You're free to do as you please now. I suggest you get on some sweats and get out of that mess uniform."

It wasn't really a mess uniform. We wore them to classes too, but it was always important to look our best when marching to mess, so often we saved one for just that purpose.

"I was hoping maybe you could show me around the campus."

"Um -- I -- Well -- okay -- maybe that would be good. It may help with my tummy too. It's been tight all afternoon."

We went back to our cells and changed into sweats and sports shoes. After we got walking around the campus, he said,

"You know, I may be able to fix stomach tummy for you."

"I think it was you that gave it to me." I thought. "Um -- well -- the guys are in our rooms." I said.

"So?"

"Um -- do you think guys -- um -- may think that's kind of -- um -- gay?"

"Will they?"

"I think so." I confirmed.

"I -- that's weird -- I mean -- really? I mean -- I never gave it a thought -- but -- WAIT! Maybe that's why Dad sent me here! He's such a homophobe! Wait! I wonder if he thinks -- naw! I'm not gay! Do you think -- he couldn't -- Josh! Do I act gay -- to you?"

"N-no -- I don't think so, I mean - "

"Good -- because -- I'm not! And if my dad thinks I am -- I'll straighten him out real quick on that one! And if my roomies have a problem with that -- too bad. I like massage and that's stupid. C'mon over anyway. Oh -- maybe you don't want them to think you're gay!"

"I don't care about that. I keep pretty much to myself anyway -- I don't think they like me much."

"Why? Why wouldn't they?"

"You know the older guy who made some announcements this evening at mess?"

"Yeah?"

"That's my dad."

"Key-rap-olla! My best friend here is the son of the headmaster!"

"Best friend?" I said.

"Okay -- only friend -- but that seems to still fit. So -- no tummy massage huh?"

"I really -- don't think -- it would be -- cool -- in either of our rooms."

"A-and -- you aren't too cool with it either -- are you?" He said, obviously crestfallen.

"Actually I like massage. I LOVED what you were doing this afternoon."

"You did? You seemed to leave so suddenly -- I wondered."

"No -- it was -- great! I think I told you that."

"You did -- you did! Well, - um -- how does it feel right now?"

"About the same, actually."

"Here! Lie down on your back."

"Huh?" I said, doing a 360 to see if there was anyone nearby.

"There's no who can see us -- and it's almost dark. I can at least feel if there is anything muscular causing it. Lie down."

I hesitated, then did as he asked, lying on my back. Just before he touched me I raised up suddenly and said, "Um -- I -- uh -- well -- that is -- sometimes -- when someone is touching me -- I -- um -- react -- um - "

"Don't worry about that! All the guys that I massaged back in school got boners. Is that what you're worried about? Well, don't -- all guys do it."

"Yeah -- all gay guys!" I thought. Is this guy really that clueless?

He probed my tummy and felt around the muscles and seemed to know what he was doing -- well for all I knew!

He stood. "I couldn't feel anything bad. No knots or anything. Maybe you should go to the -- nurse (?) or something."

"That'd be the dispensary. I dunno. Maybe I'll just see what develops. I hope I don't give you anything."

"I guess we better get back, huh?" He said. "Wow, it gets dark out here."

"No moon tonight." I said. "Usually it's not this dark."

"Hey -- and you didn't pop a boner! Haha! Guess you're not gay!"

"You might think that!" I thought. He sure seemed to have that on his mid a lot!

"Hey! Um -- Where do you live -- I mean -- where did you come from? Oh that's right -- your dad is the -- um -- so you live here?"

"My dad lives within walking distance, in town, but I came from California. That's where my mom lives.

So -- do you go home -- I mean -- to your fathers place -- on the weekends?"

I didn't feel like telling him that I pretty much kept to myself. "I -- um -- usually stay here -- to study and stuff. I'm actually in an accelerated program. I think I told you that I'm only 15."

"You did and -- that's hard to believe. Josh -- I feel a little funny even asking -- seeing it's only my first day and -- we hardly know each other, and all, but do you maybe want to come home with me this weekend? I live just over in Milwaukee."

"I usually just stay here."

"That's even better. Do you have to get permission to come home with me for the weekend?" He said, assuming I would go.

"Only as a courtesy to them -- in case they need to contact me."

"Good! Then it's a plan!"

"I dunno." I said.

"Aw c.mon! It'll be fun. And that will convince my dad I'm not gay! Cuz -- you are definitely as straight as they come!"

Uh -- huh. "Well, in the year and a half I've been here, I've never been to Milwaukee, so -- "

"Yeah, Dad, this is Josh Black, my new best friend."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Meriwether." I said as he scrutinized me. I offered my hand and gave him a firm handshake.

"Josh Black -- Josh Black -- sounds familiar. Oh! Are you Joshua Black -- General Willows' son?

"Yeah." I said, partially chagrinned but mostly surprised.

"I know all about you! You know how to choose `em don't you, James?!" I wondered what he could have heard.

"James -- you hang onto THIS one. He'll teach you how to be a man! He can lick three of the academy's biggest football players by himself! Heard they cornered you whilst you were naked in the showers, though -- bunch a fairies! But that's the way with cowards! Really brave when they outnumber a guy three to one. But in a fair fight, you cleaned their clocks -- didn't you?"

"Um -- where did you hear all this?"

"Your ol' man and me were at the Point together! Been friends ever since. He's told me all about you - his ghost from the past! Yessir boy!" he turned to Jim "You could learn a lot from Joshua! He is a black belt in Taekwondo! A far cry from those fairies that you were in that ROP class with. James didn't even know he was feeling up a buncha fairies! That's all they were! No man would let a guy touch him like that! Fags!"

"Um -- Jim -- er -- James gave me a massage." I said nonchalantly

"What!!?? Your joking!"

"Nope. I got a really bad cramp in my leg. He pulled it out for me and then massaged out all the knots for me."

Oh! Hohohohoho I guess there is a place for it sometimes! Sports injuries and all. You wrestle don't you?

"I do."

"You be careful! I know that there's some fairies that like to feel each other up on those mats too! Buncha limp-wristed queers! You watch out for those fags, you hear son?"

"I -- um -- doubt I'll catch anything from anyone."

"Huh?" Said Mr. Meriwether.

"People our age aren't bothered about that stuff -- as much as they were in your day, Sir." I said in my most respectful tones. I'd like to have outed myself to him right then and there, but that wouldn't have been fair to Jim. After all -- he didn't even admit to himself that he was gay. "You see, Sir, we have learned that just being touched by a homosexual doesn't make another guy gay."

"Your day -- my day! We're all still men, aren't we?"

"Yes -- we are for a fact, Sir. But guys now don't feel funny giving each other a hug." He looked like he was going to say something about that, so I hurried my next "line", "and I think we can credit the football players with that. I've seen videos for years -- them hugging and jumping up and down, even patting each other on the behinds! I think they were there ones to start it."

"Hrmph!"

"Well, for what it's worth, Sir, I think the General agrees with you on that point. Anyway, nice to meet you - - Sir!" I said, deciding to end the subject.

All this time, Jim stood with his mouth open.

Mr., Meriwether wasn't ready to give it up: "Still, there seems to be a lot of queers running around these days! The hugging and fucking carrying on can't help any!"

That was my permission: "Well, I dunno about that, but my stepfather fucked my brains out on a regular basis, and - - I know that didn't make me gay!" That left Jim's dad with HIS mouth agape!

WELL?? I wasn't lying! It didn't make me gay! I was gay to begin with! But for the time being I decided to keep that one from him.

When we got up to Jim's room, he fell on his bed laughing. "Omigod, I thought my dad was gonna burst a blood vessel! You were great! How'd you know all that stuff?"

"I don't! But you don't need to go out f your way to tell your father."

"That part about your step-father -- that was priceless. Very little can stop my dad, and that was - "

"That was true!" I said.

"Huh?"

"My stepfather was a wimp. And when he couldn't deal with my mother, he came and took it out on me -- since I was eight."

After he picked his chin up off the floor, Jim looked like he was going to cry. "What -- er -- I mean -- well -- no! Never mind."

"No, it's okay."I said.

"I mean -- did you have to see a shrink?"

"I'd like to have talked to one -- I think. But no."

"And your stepfather -- really -- shee-yit! Didn't it hurt?"

"Luckily he wasn't all that big -- for a man -- and -- he was careful to use lots of lube."

Jim unconsciously rubbed his crotch. I could tell this talk was arousing him.

"He told me he loved me while he did it."

"And -- and -- that made it okay?"

"Hell no! At eight years old, no one told me that was wrong - - but I knew it was."

I stopped short of telling him it made it more bearable because - - I liked it.

That night after dinner and a video, we went to bed. His mom apologized that all he had was one double bed in his room. "James can sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor." She said.

"Nonsense!" Said Jim's father, surprising me. "That bed's bigger than a two-man tent! They can both fit! Hahahahaha! It's not as if they're a couple of fags!"

Jim was embarrassed, and meekly said, "I don't mind sleeping on the floor."

"Suit yourself!" Said his father.

We were both lying on our backs, with our jams on, and talking after the lights were out. Jim didn't notice me turn over, and as I was on my tummy, I could see him pretty clearly on the floor, lying on top of his sleeping bag, rubbing himself pretty vigorously.

He asked, "How's your leg feel by now?"

"It's still a little sore."

"Can -- I mean -- I could -- rub it for you?"

"That'd probably be good." I answered.

This time, it was dark and -- since we already got past the wood-while-being massaged issue, I turned over onto my back. He massaged my lower legs -- both of them -- then without asking, he just worked his way up to my thighs, and then my abs and pecs. "Um -- ever had a facial?" He asked.

"Not really." I offered.

"Well -- if you want - "

"Go ahead, - you seem to be very talented with your fingers." I said.

The facial massage was good but what he did while he was massaging my face surprised me. While he did it, he sat right on my boner. I guess it was uncomfortable for him, so he pushed it aside -- so it fit exactly between his cheeks -- and after the fact said, "You don't mind -- do you?"

"I guess I'd have told you if I did." I said, and he HAD to feel it flex.

He massaged my face and neck and then asked me to turn over. I knew he was used to other guys getting hard when he was touching them, but I guess he also just took it in his stride when he too was hard. His was obvious to me when I turned over.

This time he started with my neck and shoulders and then worked down. He sat on my butt again, but when he moved down to my thighs, and he pressed on the top of my back, his boner pressed against my butt crack over and over. I couldn't help wondering if he knew that what he was doing amounted to humping me. This time I didn't worry so much about spotting his bed.

When he was finished, he asked me how I felt.

"I feel great!" I said. "Thanks!" And I turned over and pulled him down on top of me for a hug. He tensed up, but I said, "Relax!" So he did, and I worked at massaging his neck and shoulders while he lay on me. He gave me the much appreciated moans and sighs.

Face to face meant that our genitals were also in close proximity. I was aware that my body was doing it's own thrusting motions, but I just let it happen. When I worked down to his butt, he said, "Omigod, that feels good," and he ground his crotch into my own.

"So does that." I said, and I pulled his butt down tight, and flexed my boner.

"You're really getting into this!" He said.

I put my hand between us and squeezed his turgid meat. "Yeah, seems like I'm not the only one, huh?"

"We'd probably -- um -- have a hard time controlling ourselves if we were gay!" He said.

"Probably." I said, and I hugged him and pulled his face into my neck.

"Um -- Are you comfortable like this? I mean with me on top of you -- and all?" He asked.

"I'm fine.

"I mean -- `cuz -- it's feeling weird to me -- a little."

"You don't like it?" I asked.

"No. Well, no, but -- I mean -- what's strange is -- I DO like it. I never -- um -- felt like this -- with any other guy -- but -- I really like -- um -- this. Really weird -- not being gay n' all."

"Yeah -- make's you wonder, huh?" I said.

"Whattaya mean?"

"Jim -- I'm gay."

"Nuh-uh!"

"I am. Don't tell your dad." I chuckled.

"Wow! Well, I'm not!" he reminded me -- again, "but you know -- I've always wondered about a couple things."

"What's that?" I said.

"Aw -- stuff like -- well -- you know -- you were telling me about your step -- I mean what your step-father -- um -- did to you -- Did you -- um -- like it?"

"I hated that he forced it on me -- and that when he wasn't fucking me -- he didn't really care about me."

"But -- did you like it while he was doing it? I mean -- I always wondered what it would feel like. I'm kinda like that. I wonder what it would be like to -- um -- suck a guys dick, or to have him suck mine -- and all -- or how it would feel to me -- um -- well -- have a guy up my butt! What's that like?"

"Are you asking me to show you?"

"Well -- um -- no! I mean -- well -- what would you think -- if I DID want that? Would you think I was weird?"

Notes: Many guys are clueless about their own sexuality -- in both directions -- when they are experiencing puberty. Sometimes it's a wonder how most kids make it out of their teens! Comments are welcome, to Steve at stevethomas535@hotmail.com. Thanks and ... love, Steve