Mike Farnell was literally up a tree. He was 15 years old, ten days away from his 16th birthday, and he was a jock boy at his high school, where he was preparing to become the captain of the junior varsity football team after setting a new points scoring record as a sophomore receiver. He was almost 5'9, 145 pounds of solid muscle, crew cut brown hair. A teenage high school jock.
There wasn't a girl at McKinley High who didn't get wet between her legs about Mike Farnell. He was gorgeous. He was perfect. But he wasn't interested in their tits. He was interested in their boyfriends.
That was why he was up a tree on a warm Saturday evening three weeks before the fall semester would start at school. He was up an elm tree to be precise, one that grew in the front yard of his house, and he knew that he could be up there at 10:45 PM, because his parents were off at one of their fancy parties, and they wouldn't be home until 2:00 or so. He was up there because across the street lived the incoming captain of the varsity football team, one Dave Everson, and as much as Mike wanted to take over from Dave as captain once Dave finished school, he also wanted to see Dave naked somewhere other than in the locker room with its mob of bubbas and rednecks. Mike spent plenty of time in the showers with his JV brothers, a lot of butt slapping going on if they won, and they usually did, but he was never allowed to take it a step up and grab a cock or whatever. He would never have dared exhibit any interest beyond the usual buddy-buddy shit, because being labeled as a faggot would bring his whole life to an end. The problem was that Central Kansas wasn't the kind of place where you were likely to find any other guy who was interested in cock and not in pussy. As it was, his school was known statewide for fielding a powerful football team at all levels despite the minuscule size of the student body and the school's finances. Football was the holiest of holies, and Mike knew that it was precisely because he was fast on the field that he was seen as someone to look up to. That would come crashing down around his ears if ever anyone suspected that he was interested in ... well, anything other than a blonde cheerleader. So far he had managed to avoid the increasingly pushy questions about why he didn't have a girlfriend, telling everybody that he was so busy with his schoolwork that he didn't have time. Luckily Mike was a bright kid and kept up an almost perfect A average, so the excuse worked. But he knew it wouldn't work forever.
And so he was up the tree with his binoculars hanging around his neck, ready to be focused on the upstairs bedroom across the street. Dave Everson's bedroom. It was Saturday night, he knew that Dave was taking his girlfriend Amber out to dinner, and he was forlornly hoping that the two of them would come back to his house and fuck. At least he'd get to see Dave Everson's boner. Mike was wearing his football pants for good luck, with just a T-shirt over his muscular chest and abs. He had a good spot in the tree, he'd been coming up in this elm tree since the age of eleven when he needed a break. It was quiet up here, particularly when his parents were having one of their epic rows. He worked hard at school, he worked harder at sports, when the coach told him to bulk up he bulked up, and now here he was at the age of 16, desperately horny, masturbating every night in bed with his male classmates in his mind and his football team even more so, but he had not been able to find anyone to share his passion. He didn't even know how to begin to ask.
It was getting a little bit late, and Mike was thinking that he had to give it up, because sitting in the tree in the front yard with binoculars in hope that the future captain of the varsity football team was going to come home and copulate with his girlfriend just for his amusement - well, that was pretty lame. But right when he was thinking about clambering down the tree and going to bed to jerk off for what might have been, the light switched on in Dave's room. Mike froze, and he brought his binoculars up to his eyes. Dave, check. Amber? No Amber. Dave looking pissed off, Dave dressed in a polo shirt and pants. Dave kicking off his shoes, kicking them off angrily, one of them hitting the wall. Dave stripping off his tight polo shirt, giving Mike a good look at his pecs and his abs. Jesus! Dave disappearing into the bathroom off his bedroom, and then Dave coming back wearing a robe, barefoot. Dave getting on the bed with a bounce, picking up the remote and switching on a TV which, Mike couldn't see.
But he couldn't have expected what happened next. Whatever Dave Everson was watching, it was turning him on, because after a while the robe fell open, and Christ, there was his cock! Mike frantically pawed at the front of his football pants, yanking them down to pull his turgid boner out. He pressed the binoculars to his eyes and grabbed his cock as Dave took his one in his hand. Maybe 20 seconds passed, and Dave Everson, the captain of the football team, had an unmistakable boner. Matt was trembling so much that he thought that he might fall out of the tree. His cock was so hard that he could have cut glass with it, he thought.
Mike watched while his idol began to masturbate his cock. He started out slow, and then the fist on that magnificent cock got faster and faster, and if Mike had had a telescope, he would have used it, because oh, god, it looked like he was going for an orgasm, and then Jesus, Dave Everson arched his back, and then oh, fuck, even from a distance Mike could see the cum rocketing out of his balls and splattering all over his muscular chest, and some of it even getting on his face.
Mike's own orgasm while he was watching Dave jerk off was so powerful that he thought that he was going to fly off to Mars. He had seen Dave Everson's cock in the showers, of course, but oh, fuck, he had just watched him beat his meat. He continued to watch as Dave grabbed a towel from under the bed and wiped himself off, then got up, giving Mike another look at his beautiful tool, and closed the curtains.
Mike looked down ruefully at himself. Jesus, he had spooged up his T-shirt and his football pants something wicked. He would have to toss them into the washer. He scrambled back down the old elm tree and went back into the house. He was going to jerk off in bed thinking about how Dave Everson jacked himself off to an orgasm. He was going to jerk off about that tomorrow. And every day until he finished high school and could get the fuck out of Central Kansas and go somewhere where being gay wasn't akin to being a Satanist.
He stripped down in the basement, where the washer and drier were, tossed his soiled clothes inside, stood there for awhile thinking, then went back upstairs and got the contents of his laundry hamper to add to the machine. He could hear his father's hectoring voice: "A whole load of water for just one pair of pants? Do you think we're made of money?"
That done, Mike Farnell went back up to his bedroom and plunked on the bed. He switched on the TV. Oh, good, an old episode of The Honeymooners. Mike loved those old shows that had been made long before him, hell, maybe even before his parents. And then his phone beeped.
"Unknown number." Push a button. "I saw you watching, dude."
Mike felt his heart drop into his stomach. Oh, shit! Dave had seen him. Oh, god, what was he gonna do? He was gonna tell everyone in school that Mike had been watching him. Jesus! He looked out his window, even though his room was on the opposite side of the house, and it wasn't like Dave was going to be floating in the air out there. He thought for a minute and then got out of bed in his ratty gym shorts. He switched off the light in his room and padded over to his parents' bedroom, which was on the street side. He crept up to the window and peeked. Dave's window was dark. Shit! He'd just gone to sleep. The moon was shining pretty bright, it was a full moon. How had he not noticed that? He might just as well have had a spotlight on him up there in the tree.
And right at that moment there was a little flash of light in the tree, right about where his hiding spot was. It was as if someone had lit a lighter. Mike stood there in a lather of indecision, but there was no way he was going to get to sleep, and someone was up in his tree. He went back to his room and pulled a T-shirt over his head, and then barefoot in his shorts and tee, he went downstairs, thought a bit, and went out the back door instead of the front door. He walked around his house and stood at the corner for awhile, looking up at the tree. He couldn't see anything. So he steeled himself, walked over to the tree, looked up, and said, "Who's there?"
"It's me, dipshit," came Dave's voice. "You were maybe expecting Santa Claus?"
Mike felt a pang of relief. Dave wouldn't be making jokes if he was mad, would he?
And then he heard: "Come on up here. I wanna talk to you."
Mike scrambled up the tree, and there he was -- his idol. He was also wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and he was also barefoot. Mike didn't know what shocked him more, the fact that Dave Everson was sitting in his tree or that the god of school athletics was smoking a cigarette. Every kid in school knew from kindergarten that if you ever took one puff, you were as good as dead from lung cancer.
Dave saw him looking and said, "I only smoke a couple a day. They help me calm down."
Mike sat down next to him, as far away from Dave as he could be without falling out of the tree. He didn't know what to say, and he felt himself sweating buckets.
Dave said: "So you watched me beat off. Did you like it?"
Mike felt himself turning eight shades of purple. Jesus! What a question!
A puff on the cigarette. "I didn't mind."
Mike said nothing.
A puff on the cigarette: "I gotta say, Farnell, you would have been the last guy in Kansas I would have expected to get his rocks off looking at me."
"Well, it's my tree," Mike said, and then rolled his eyes. God, what a stupid thing to say!
Another puff, and then, in a soft and urgent voice: "Dude, I've know that I like guys since I was like ten years old. You don't know how hard I tried to make it not be like that. You know my dad (Army recruiter, tough guy). You know my brother (third year med student and an unparalleled golden boy). I mean fuck, dude! I hate this fucking town! I hate the fucking school! I hate living at home! I can't fucking wait for one more fucking year so that I can get out of this fucking cow town, maybe get a football scholarship for a college somewhere a million fucking miles away or even if not, go somewhere that's not here. So fucking not here!"
"But what about Amber? You guys ..."
Dave gave a harsh laugh. "Amber? She's a dyke, dude. Her and me, we cover for each other. She's the only person in the world who knows that I'm a fag. We go out to dinner, we go to dances and shit, we let everybody see us. She says she's got a girlfriend in Topeka."
Mike felt dizzy. "Dude! You could have told me!"
Dave gave him a sideways look. "Yeah, and have you tell the whole fucking school? I don't think so."
"Never, dude! What the fuck do you think of me? I mean, I'm ... um ... well, you know, like that, too."
And then to Mike's utter surprise and shock, Dave Everson, the stud football star, broke into tears.
"I'm so fucking lonely," he sniffed. "Amber told me there were some guys in Topeka she could set me up with, but how the fuck would I get there? I wouldn't even know what to fucking do with another guy."
Mike scooted over and put an arm over Dave's shoulders. "I'm sorry." Above all he wanted Dave to stop crying. He couldn't take it.
Dave leaned his head against Mike's shoulder and ran the back of his hand over his face. "I'm the one who's sorry, dude. Crying like some little girl."
Mike gave his shoulder a clumsy squeeze. "It's OK." He felt his seven-inch rocket-tipped missile starting to swell. Whatever he had been expecting from this summer Saturday evening, this was surely not it. Dave Everson was all that and a bag of chips. He was 6'0 tall, with golden blond hair and blue eyes, as handsome as a movie star and with a carefully honed body that allowed him to be the best quarterback in the school's history, or so everybody said.
And then he heard Dave say: "Dude, you're getting a boner." He looked down, and sure enough, two inches of his cock were sticking out of the leg hole of his ratty gym shorts.
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I've got one, too."
Dave's head was still on Mike's shoulder. Mike looked down at his crotch. Nothing was sticking out of Dave's shorts, but there was a bulge in there. And then he felt two fingers tentatively touch his dick. He didn't move a muscle as Dave's fingers encircled his cockhead. And he heard the captain of the football team say, "Wanna come over to my house? My folks are gone for the weekend."
Mike stole a glance at his watch. 11:30. His parents wouldn't be home for another two or three hours. "OK."
Silently, the two boys climbed back down the tree, and silently they walked across the street. Dave had left his front door unlocked, and they went inside. Silently they climbed the stairs to the second floor, and silently they went into the bedroom which Mike had been looking at through his binoculars half an hour earlier. The bed, a TV set on top of the dresser, a desk with a pile of books on it, a towel alongside the bed. Mike's cock gave a jump. Dave had just emptied out his balls on that towel, and he had a sudden urge to grab it and stuff it in his face for about an hour. The room smelled of a young man – a little bit of musk, a little bit of sweat, a whole lot of testosterone.
The two jocks stood there looking at each other for a moment, both of them nervous, both of them scared, and then Dave said, "What the hell," took two steps forward, threw his muscular arms around Mike and put his lips on Mike's lips. Their teeth bumped together, their mouths opened, their tongues found each other, and then the two of them were kissing passionately and desperately, as if this was the last day of their lives. Their hands roamed all over each other's back and butt, and their cocks swelled in anticipation as they mashed together. Dave yanked Mike's shorts down and grabbed his boner hard in his fist. Mike fumbled with Dave's shorts, but got them pulled down, and fuck, there it was, the cock of his dreams. He took it in his hand and thought that it was burning, it was so hot.
Still kissing, still hugging, still holding onto each other's cock like it was a lifeline, they stumbled sideways and fell onto the bed, Dave on top of Mike, then Mike on top of Dave. Both of them were frantic, because for both of them this was the first time that they had ever been up close with another guy. Dave, on top, raised his butt and fumbled his shorts off, kicking them off the end of the bed. He broke his lip lock long enough to sit up and yank his T-shirt off, giving Mike a close up look at that fantastic chest and the six-pack abs that were underneath it. There was a riot of blond hair around the steel hard cock that was sticking up. Mike felt like he was about to faint. He struggled to get his own T-shirt and shorts off, and then they were both naked, two young studs at the peak of their sexuality. Dave fell back on top of Mike and got busy again with kissing. The two throbbing cocks mashed together, both of them leaking precum hard, both pairs of balls coiling up for a blastoff that would carry them to the moon. No, to Jupiter or maybe even Pluto.
Dave raised his head, looked into Mike's eyes and said, "Can I try to suck you?" Mike nodded, and Dave shimmied down his body until his face was right in Mike's crotch. He gave Mike a look with his blue eyes that was equally passionate and frightened, and then he took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and dove down. One second later he was back up, coughing and spluttering and choking, tears springing out of his eyes. And he broke into laughter.
"Oh, fuck," he said. "Too eager." Mike looked down his body at him and cracked up, too. Dave collapsed on the bed next to him, and they held each other in their muscular harms, howling with laughter that was based on nothing other than pure relief that finally, finally they had found one another. Anyone who had looked at the two of them right then would have thought that they had both lost their minds, though anyone with an appreciation for the male form would then have focused on two perfectly sculpted teen jock bodies and two inordinately handsome young men.
Eventually Dave stopped laughing, wiped off his eyes and said, "Man, in porno flicks it always looks so easy. Lemme try again." The question "Porno movies? What porno movies?" flashed into Mike's mind. His computer had a strict parental filter on it that wouldn't have allowed him to see anything more than guys with their shirts off if he had wanted to. But then his cock was engulfed in the warm moistness of another boy's mouth, and he forgot all about the cinematic industries. He lay back on the pillow, closed his eyes, and wished that he could stay there forever. An hour ago he'd been a lonely boy sitting up in his tree and whacking away watching Dave masturbating, and now Dave was sucking his painfully erect cock. Jesus!
Dave concentrated on his breathing, and with every up and down motion of his head he found that he was enjoying this cocksucking business more and more. His own eight-inch cock was bursting at the seams, but he didn't touch it, knowing that if he did, it would all be over right then and there. Instead he took Mike's balls in his hand and rolled them around, earning a groan of satisfaction from the teenager. And then suddenly Mike's hand reached out and pushed his head away.
"Stop," Mike gasped. "I was about to cum. I wanna try it on you, OK?"
They switched positions. Dave lay down on his back and spread his legs, and Mike got in between them. He took Dave's big rod in his hand, licked his lips nervously, and took it into his mouth. It was silken and hard, and he could taste salty precum dripping onto his tongue. Mike slowly lowered his head until much to his surprise and gratification, all eight inches were inside his mouth and his nose was in Dave's pubes. Dave groaned and bucked his hips, and Mike pulled back quickly, because he didn't want to go through the same choking. He had never seen a porno movie, so he went on instinct, copying what Dave had been doing to him -- up and down, lots of spit, big jock balls in his hand. After a bit, he licked Dave's big boner from bottom to top a couple of times, getting a gasp and a moan in response. And then he dove back down. The precum was flowing copiously, and this time it was Dave who pushed his head away.
"Like one nanosecond from blasting," he said. "Dude, would be OK if we just jerked off together? I wanna see you cum."
Mike smiled at him and moved back up to the top of the bed. The two teenage jocks put their arms around each other's shoulders and got busy with their free hands. They looked into each other's eyes, and they looked at each other's cocks, eyes again, cocks again, eyes again ... and then as if on cue, Dave gave a roar, Mike gave a roar, and their balls erupted volcanically, as if they had not been emptied out an hour before, as if they had never been emptied out at all. They gasped and moaned and writhed and thrashed around on the bed as their first-ever boy-on-boy orgasms brought them to the top of Mount Everest, shook them hard, and then let them down again.
There was a silence for a minute or two, and then Dave looked over at Mike and said, "You made a mess on yourself." And that cracked them up again, the two of them, two handsome teenagers in the best years of their lives, made all that much better by finally having broken through their cage of loneliness, horniness and frustration. They looked at each other, and this time their kiss was that of two experienced homo boys. Lots of tongue, lots of spit, lots of love.
Four weeks later, Mike was in the stands for the varsity team's opening game against a team from the next county over. Dave threw four touchdown passes and ran for two more, and the team wiped the floor with its opponents. The final score was 45 to 3. Dave was brought to the center of the field and presented with the player of the game trophy, and when the cheering died down and the microphone was given to him, he took a breath and said, "I'm dedicating this to a special person in my life. You know who you are." Every girl in the stadium was jealous, as were more than just a few of the boys. Not Mike. He smiled.