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Sexual Perversions - 7
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)

***

Seventeen year old Greg tries to resist being a faggot, 
but it turns out that one of his best friends is gay 
and they both get forced into pleasuring an older man. 
(M/mm-teens, reluc, voy, oral)

***

PART 7

By the Winter/Spring of 1969/1970, at 15 and 16 years 
old, I had indulged in a fair amount of homo sex. But, 
I didn't want to be a faggot. It just seemed to happen 
that way.

So, after I spent the fall of 1969 feeling sorry for my 
sexually perverted ways culminating, in my mind, with 
Coach Doyle abusing me in the locker room, I gave it 
even more of a rest.

I quit the soccer team and I didn't seek out Dan the 
janitor to suck my cock. I still thought about it, but 
I felt I had to get off the Homo bandwagon. As 
deliciously perverted as it was getting naked and 
sucked off by Dan, it was creating serious problems 
with my own self image. I had to try and stop being 
queer. 

I also tried to stop being as much of a perverted 
exhibitionist as I was and I toned down my obsession 
with jerking off as often as I could. I turned 16 and I 
was "supposed" to be a man.

Even so, I didn't really stop everything all together - 
still would sometimes get naked in the bathroom and 
jerk off to my porn novels, but I was more aware now 
that I could really fuck up my life if Doyle or Dan 
would have been someone else less interested in keeping 
his own perversions satisfied. My worst fear was being 
exposed as the total pervert that I was.

My brother Mark and I never discussed our sexual 
explorations, I never saw Peter, rarely saw Jimmy, and 
Brian and I were good, straight, normal friends who 
pretended that our childhood weirdness never happened. 
Doyle had no reason to speak to me and didn't. Jeff was 
away in Vietnam. So, I tried to get on with my normal, 
heterosexual, cravings for hot pussy.

However, the same sort of submissive streak that let 
guys use me for their pleasure, combined with my own 
lustful intentions, seemed to play against me in my 
relationships with girls. I could be a friend, but I 
was either a passive (scared, nervous) date or too 
overtly sexual. I would rub up against a girl while 
slow dancing trying to feel her breasts or trying to 
get her to feel my erection through my pants. I never 
had the nerve or the knowledge to do anything else 
about it and therefore, in retrospect, I acted like a 
smarmy little pervert, trying to cop a feel or "rub" a 
girl. 

Girls still thought I was a nice guy (I was day to 
day), but not necessarily as a boyfriend. I always had 
sweaty palms when holding hands and kissed "too hard" 
on those good night kisses at the door. One girl friend 
that I dated, an innocent at that time, told me years 
later that she was afraid that I was going to rape her 
at the door, based on the way I grabbed her and crushed 
my lips against hers, trying to feel up her ass.

I had either lust or friendship on my mind, but very 
little romance. However, I kept on trying, going 
through the whole ritual of getting up enough teenage 
nerve to finally ask a girl out; going to a movie; 
trying to get up enough nerve to hold hands or put my 
arm around her; and then, finally, trying to cop a 
feel... I was clueless. Incredible pornographic 
scenarios filled my mind and the girls always seemed 
put off by my pawing them or whatever... I spent a lot 
of time jerking off.

By the Spring of 1970, I finally decided that I would 
visit Dan's office again. I just couldn't resist. He, 
at least, acted like a porn novel, letting me be a 
strange pervert. It really turned me on. 

I stopped by Dan's office and asked him how he was 
doing. He just looked at me and said "Thursday. After 
school."

I showed up and, as usual, he closed and locked the 
door. Then, he walked over to me and put his mouth to 
mine and kissed me, shoving his tongue past my startled 
lips. I tried to pull back, disgusted, and I struggled, 
but he held my face firm as he thrust his fat tongue in 
and out of my mouth, licking my teeth and gums, 
passionately forcing me into a very wet, sloppy French 
kiss.

When he finally let go of my face, he licked his lips 
and said "Take off your clothes."

I was weirded and revolted out by him kissing me, but 
my cock ached as I stripped down for him again. 

Again I was told to lie down on his work table and he 
began to make love to my entire body. He caressed my 
naked flesh and played with my ass, even licking my 
asshole and and then running his hands everywhere from 
my face to my chest nipples and licking and squeezing 
my cock and balls. It was so fucking perverted and 
really homo... But, I loved it. 

He again sucked me to a massive orgasm, violently 
fucking my asshole painfully with one of his fingers 
and stopping me just as I came in order to let my jiz 
arc high in the air, splattering my face and chest. And 
finally jerking off both of our cocks, torturing my boy 
cock after my cum until he pumped his own sperm onto my 
cock and groin. It was great.

Then, of course, I felt terribly guilty and tortured 
over my desire for homo sex and my inability to acquire 
a girlfriend. I was jerking off even more to my porn 
novels and fantasies of fucking girls. It drove me 
crazy.

I kept on going back to Dan every other week or so for 
more homo sex. In spite of my fears, I couldn't help 
myself. He never tried to fuck me or make me suck him. 
He just wanted to get off on my young, naked flesh. 
After school was out again, in the summer of 1970, I 
kept on playing my naked masturbation games outside, 
but not with the same intensity or license. I wanted to 
live my porn world, not just jerk off to it in books. I 
wanted all of the kinky sex I was having with guys to 
be with women too. I wanted to FUCK! But all I had were 
my perverted fantasies.

I spent the beginning of my Junior year in high school 
still sexless, except for some more encounters with 
Dan, fulfilling our perverted fantasies. I continued to 
get naked in the bathrooms again, jerking off to my 
frustrations. I even began to wander the hallways and 
school tunnels again, now also intent on avoiding 
getting caught by Dan. It was crazy. I was afraid of 
being caught by a pervert who loved sucking my cock.

I made a spy hole in the ceiling of one of the girls 
bathrooms and was able to watch them piss or shit in 
the johns. Once, one of the girls took off her top and 
bra to massage her, rather large, naked breasts. It 
wasn't very erotic. She was just trying to relieve the 
chafing and confinement of her bra. But I spent time, 
naked, masturbating in the ceiling of the girl's room, 
because I was just a solitary pervert again.

By the Fall of 1970, I added to my weird sexual 
repertoire.

I organized and ran the high school ski club that I had 
inherited from my brother Mark, who had ran it before 
me. It was my private club, but it was also The 
Official High School Ski Club. Me and a buddy, Kent, a 
guy I had known since childhood, ran the whole thing. 
Our families had gone skiing with each other for years. 

Kent was short, blond, and very good looking. Even 
though he was six months younger than me, he looked 
older. He was shaving and he had that square, jawed, 
all American model look which attracted the girls (he 
always had a girlfriend). I knew from the locker room 
that he was fairly well endowed - certainly more than 
me. He was also the star player of the soccer team and 
was going to be captain in his senior year - the same 
team I had quit over Doyle raping me in the locker room 
the year before. 

In late November, with plenty of snow on the ground, we 
drove to the ski resort to set up the Ski Club and to 
spend the rest of the day skiing.

We got there and met with Hans, the Austrian head of 
the Ski School, to make all of the arrangements. 

Hans was around 50 years old, with blond hair that was 
practically bleached white, darkly tanned skin, and a 
totally rugged demeanor that exuded health and 
competence. He had just enough of an Austrian accent to 
make him a bit exotic. He could have been a poster boy 
for skiing the Austrian Alps, he was that good looking. 
He had an air of superiority about him that made it 
look like he was sizing us up - when he shook Kent's 
hand, he held onto it and looked into his eyes rather 
intensely until Kent actually blushed and stammered 
when he said hello. Hans had this weird, powerful 
charisma. 

When we started discussing business, I got the feeling 
that Hans was evaluating us, but he was focusing on 
Kent, even though it was my ski club and Kent was just 
my partner. It made me slightly jealous and annoyed as 
this was my business and I was responsible for giving 
Hans about $12,000.00 worth of Ski Club business, and I 
couldn't understand why he focused on Kent. It seemed 
to fluster Kent also. The thing is, because of my past 
experiences, I thought that I might be picking up that 
Hans wanted Kent sexually. That further annoyed me 
because I was the homo pervert, not Kent. So, why 
wasn't he "coming on" to me? 

Hans ended up giving us free passes for the day and 
told us to come back at night to pick up all of the ski 
badges and take care of the rest of the paperwork. 

We spent the day and night skiing, having a great time 
and finished up the day taking care of business with 
Hans by 11 PM. When we were ready to drive home, Hans 
invited us to stay in his chalet overnight and drive 
home the next day.

As I was driving, I immediately agreed even though Kent 
again seemed a little flustered by the offer and the 
proposition of staying overnight. But he reluctantly 
agreed that it was a good idea. The whole idea... 
intrigued me...

Hans' chalet was really magnificent, a sort of alpine 
mini-mansion. When we walked in, there was a gorgeous 
blond sitting there in the large great room wearing a 
bathrobe, tightly belted around her thin waist. It was 
obvious that she had huge tits under her robe. Her name 
was Vicki and after we were all introduced, she said, 
almost apologetically, "The steam room is ready." 

"Good," said Hans, "Come and join us in a little bit."

She looked down to the floor as she agreed, sort of 
like a servant. 

"Come boys," said Hans, "I have a treat for you 
downstairs."

We followed him down to the basement as I thought about 
the whole set up here, not really knowing what to make 
of it all. Unconsciously, I was relieved that Vicki was 
there, either Han's housekeeper sex partner or his 
girlfriend, because I was still getting these weird 
vibes from Hans, as if he were in total control. And 
Vicki would mean that Hans wouldn't be fucking with us, 
even though, again unconsciously, I was sort of 
wondering about that...

There were benches and hooks outside a large, fully 
heated, steam room in the basement. I looked through 
the window at the billowing steam and thought 'Damn, it 
doesn't get any better than this after a hard day of 
skiing.'

I watched Hans take off his shirt and undershirt, 
exposing flawlessly muscled arms, shoulders and lightly 
haired blond chest. His body was lighter than his neck 
and face, but still tan. It was an interesting 
contrast. I took off my sweater and sat down to unlace 
my boots. Again, Kent seemed embarrassed, but he also 
began taking off his shirt, looking away and facing the 
wall as he did so. I looked around for towels or 
whatever you wore in the steam room as Hans stepped out 
of his after ski boots and unzipped his pants and 
pulled them off, along with his underwear. He was 
facing me as his naked cock was exposed. 

Whoa!

I couldn't help myself. The sheer whiteness of his 
crotch looked like it was painted on him as it outlined 
his whole genital area. He must have tanned with a 
speedo bathing suit on. There was such a sharp tan line 
between his muscular legs and his flat, washboard 
stomach that outlined his crotch that it was really 
stunning. 

And, his pubes were shaved. Totally hairless. I didn't 
know what to make of that, but that is when I realized, 
all of a sudden, that Doyle's crotch had been shaved 
when he made me suck him. The picture of me, sucking 
Doyle's hairless cock, came unbidden into my mind as I 
stared at Hans shaved groin. It was literally at that 
moment that I realized Doyle had been shaved smooth.

Plus, Hans was well hung. Extremely well hung. His soft 
cock was longer and thicker than mine when mine got 
hard. It was amazing. I felt my own cock stir thinking 
all of these lustful thoughts. Then I realized that 
Hans was looking at me staring at his cock. I blushed 
and looked down in confusion. Oh god, what was he going 
to think of me, I thought as I tried to take off my 
boots. My heart was beating faster and my cock was 
getting hard. Damn. 

Hans laughed and said, "Come on inside guys, when you 
are ready," as he opened the door, letting billows of 
steam come out and, totally naked, he stepped inside.

This was definitely another bizarre situation. But even 
though Hans was old enough to be my father, his body 
was in better shape than mine and the fact that he had 
a huge cock and his genitals were shaved smooth had to 
mean something. I don't know what it meant... I knew 
that I was the pervert here and that my cock was now 
hard and that, for all I knew, Hans was "normal." I 
definitely knew that Kent was an all American "normal" 
guy.

Damn, my cock was hard. This was now fucked up and I 
didn't know what to do. 

Kent had already taken off his shirt, kicked off his 
after ski boots, and was pulling down his pants, still 
facing the wall. I could see his naked back and 
superbly athletic body as he shoved his underwear down 
over his smooth, hard ass. Shit. He was not helping my 
now throbbing dick. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I didn't know 
what to do. I didn't want to be caught staring again, 
so I concentrated on taking off my boots and socks and 
only saw Kent's nude body slip into the steam room out 
of the corner of my eye.

I got undressed slowly, trying to think of anything 
except naked bodies and sex. 

As usual, I had gotten hard off and on during the day, 
usually as we rode up the chairlift and thoughts of 
fucking in the snow in some bizarre fashion, came to 
mind. But, I hadn't jerked off and now all I could 
think of was hot fucking sex.

I still had a massive boner sticking out when I got 
finally got down to my underwear. I could not walk in 
there with a hard on. And, thinking of Hans' shaved 
cock and Kent's naked body kept my dick hard... Fuck. 

I decided to discreetly and quickly jerk off, knowing 
that would satisfy me and get rid of my erection. I 
peeled off my underwear and, peering through the glass, 
watching in case one of the guys came to the door, I 
started masturbating. I could dimly see Kent's naked 
body through the steam, standing up as I rubbed my 
cock. I thought about fucking him in the ass. I thought 
about suddenly just walking into the steam room and 
shoving my hard dick up Kent's naked wet ass, forcing 
him to suck Hans' cock at the same time. I was just 
getting into it when Vicki walked down the stairs.

My heart slammed into my chest and I was now terrified. 
I faced away from her and thought, 'Oh, great, Hans' 
wife or girlfriend or daughter, now knows I'm a 
pervert.' I was fucked. My only choice was to go into 
the steam room and hope she hadn't watched me pulling 
on my hard cock.

I quickly walked in and immediately turned and faced 
the door and wall away from Kent and Hans. 

I was feeling lightheaded and over-adrenalinized as the 
hot steam enveloped me. I willed my erection to go 
down, but the steam itself was erotic and I felt like I 
was drinking in sex as I inhaled the steamy vaporous 
air... It was like I was in another world, but that 
world made me even harder and hornier. Fuck.

Shit! I looked over my shoulder to see what Kent and 
Hans were doing and I did a double take.

My mouth fell open and I shuffled a little bit closer, 
trying to keep my hot cock turned away from Kent's 
form, although now, maybe it didn't matter.

As I angled over to them, hiding my hard dick, I saw 
what I thought I saw, which was Kent standing in front 
of Hans, who was sitting on the side tile bench.

Hans was pulling on Kent's chest nipples and licking 
his stomach above Kent's large, throbbing cock.

Oh fuck. This was not happening.

I had never seen Kent hard before, but I knew he was 
well endowed. For such a short guy, he had a very big 
thick cock. It was maybe 8 inches long, but very thick 
around. Kent's mouth was open and his eyes were 
squeezed shut. I could hear him moaning slightly as he 
rubbed his own hands on his steam slicked ass, his 
knees slightly bent as Hans' mouth went to his hard 
cock and then back to Kent's groin and belly button.

I started panting in the hot steam... Fuck. This was 
not happening.

I could see Hans' huge cock hanging down between his 
legs - half hard, it looked as big as Kent's own steel 
hard dick.

Damn. My own cock ached now with lust. 

"Uuhhhhhnnn!" Kent groaned as Hans let go of his 
nipples and looked at me.

"Have a seat, Greg," said Hans, waving his hand towards 
a bench opposite him and Kent. 

I sat down in confusion, not longer trying to hide my 
erection. I did not know what to make of anything. I 
felt like I was hallucinating, looking at Kent's back 
through the steam, his naked ass swaying slightly, wet 
with steam and perspiration. I was shocked and very 
weirded out. I thought I was the pervert. It never 
occurred to me that they were... perverted. 

Shit, Hans was old and Kent was younger than I was. 
This was truly fucked. I knew Kent's girlfriends. He 
was an all American jock. I figured that he was fucking 
the cheerleaders that he went out with. I could not 
believe this was happening... but my cock ached and I 
was breathing heavily as I tried to assimilate the 
impossible sex scene going on. 

I grabbed my now wet, steam drenched balls, my head 
spinning - I had visions of Hans cock growing to its 
full, massive length and having him force Kent to sit 
on it, impaling his teenage asshole. I stared through 
the steam at Kent's naked ass swaying as Hans 
manipulated his young, hard body. I listened to Kent 
moan with pleasure. I started to massage my hard prick 
again, not knowing what else to do or what was going 
on.

Then I heard Hans say, "Go help your friend out," 

"What? I can't... uhhhhhhoohh," I heard Kent's sexual 
moan as Hans turned him around by his full, hard, 
thick, cock that was quivering out from his blond bush 
of hair. 

SLAP! I heard Hans' hand on Kent's ass as he commanded, 
"Suck him."

Kent walked over to me and looked down at my hands 
grasping my hard on, his large, fat prick pulsing in 
front of my eyes. Not looking me in the face at all, he 
went to his knees and, removing my unresisting hands, 
he put his hands on my crotch and took my hardness into 
his mouth.

"OHHHhhhhh, fuck," I groaned as Kent sucked me deeply 
into him, his hands slipping to my sweat slicked 
thighs, my cock sliding into his throat and then out 
again as he expertly fellated me. 

I could not believe this! I knew this guy. He was not a 
faggot. I had known him all of my life. My mind reeled 
while he slaved away on my cock, sucking me, deep 
throating me, making love to my balls and genitals, 
moaning in real passion as his mouth drove me wild with 
carnal lust.

"Uuuhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh," I moaned as Kent sucked 
my cock.

Hans laughed with enjoyment as he watched the two of us 
through the steam. It was obvious that two young 16 
year old boys performing sex acts in his steam room was 
a great turn on for him. I could see his massive meat 
rising up in front of him.

Kent sucked and licked my cock with passionate abandon. 
He took me out of his mouth and licked up and down my 
hard shaft, putting my balls into his mouth and pulling 
on them, one by one, making me groan with mixed pain 
and erotica. He put his hands under my ass cheeks, 
pulling them apart and fingering my wet asshole with 
his fingers. His mouth and hands were everywhere, 
pleasuring me, driving me insane, making me fuck the 
air with abandonment. In my lust fogged brain I 
realized that this was not the first time he had ever 
sucked cock. I still could not believe that this was my 
childhood friend, the star player of the soccer team... 
Damn! I could imagine Kent sucking on Doyle's cock; 
doing whatever Doyle wanted... I'll bet he did...

"OOOOhhhhhh," I moaned with unbridled passion at the 
thought of Doyle having Kent suck him off; fucking him 
up his ass; even as Kent's hot mouth expertly ate my 
whole groin, his fingers rubbing on my asshole and ass 
crack.

Hans got up. His long, large cock was standing out in 
front of him, aroused, but still not fully hard. He 
walked over to us and sat down next to me, smiling, his 
bare leg touching mine; his cock huge. I was gasping 
with lust as Kent swallowed my rod again, again deep 
throating me as Hans put his hands to my face, tracing 
my lips and running his fingers down to my chest.

"AAAHHHHH... Nooooo!" I cried out as Hans seized my 
nipples with each hand, pinching them painfully hard.

"You are enjoying your queer friend, no?" said Hans, 
keeping the pressure on my boy tits, hurting me; making 
me moan in pain.

"Please, ahhh ahh, please, ahhh ahhh, ahhh pleeease, 
nooo.." I begged, squirming to get away from Hans' 
torture of my boy tits, but I only served to cause 
myself more pain.

"Fuck his ass with your fingers," said Hans to Kent.

The fingers playing with the sweat slicked folds of my 
anus shoved themselves inside, opening my asshole...

"AAAAAHHHH... NOOooo, Pleaseepelaseeee, AAhhheeee" I 
cried out, writhing on the bench, unbelievable pain 
shooting from Hans' vicious grip on my nipples; my 
asshole being painfully fucked as Kent tried to shove 
his fingers inside, even as he violently sucked on my 
throbbing meat...

"Nononononnoooo," I begged.

In spite of the pain, my hips fucked Kent's mouth, 
rising off the bench as I tried to escape the fingers 
fucking my ass. My body jerked back and forth as Kent 
and Hans kept me trapped in pain and lust. Hans bent 
over and fastened his mouth to mine, shoving his tongue 
in between my panting lips. He kissed me deeply, 
swirling his tongue in my mouth; pinching my nipples 
unrelentingly, while Kent ate my cock. 

The steam room door opened and Vicki walked in, totally 
naked. I could barely see her around Hans' head 
assaulting my face, but it was totally unreal... Her 
huge titties had gold rings through her nipples. They 
were attached to thin gold chains that ran down to her 
crotch. Her hand covered her hairless cunt as she 
watched my carnal torture and started rubbing herself. 
Suddenly Hans let go of my nipples and they burned even 
worse!

"AAAHHHHHHHHH" I screamed into his hot mouth; 
everything skyrocketing into the white light of sensory 
erotica. 

My cum boiled up through my cock, shooting its scalding 
load into Kent's mouth as I moaned uncontrollably, 
palming my abused nipples with my hands, feeling their 
fire, my whole body convulsing in orgasmic ecstasy.

"AAAAAHHgghhhhhh!" I screamed again as Hans pushed my 
hands off my nipples and pinched them again, viciously. 

He swallowed my screams by thrusting his tongue deep 
into the back of my mouth. 

My hands spasmed and my whole body shook with tremors. 
I slammed my head against the wall as I came and came 
and Kent sucked my hot spunk out of my prick. He sucked 
and continued fucking my ass hard with his fingers, 
lifting me up off of the bench as Hans squeezed my tits 
so hard that I thought he would rip them off of my 
chest. He was devouring my mouth, practically thrusting 
his tongue down my throat as I mindlessly tried to 
scream and gurgle into his mouth. 

I kept on convulsing and coming over and over again. My 
whole world was exploding into mindless, wet, very 
painful, hot, fuck sex like nothing I had ever 
experienced before. I was a helpless toy in the hands 
of these strangers whom I thought I knew... The endless 
orgasm coupled with uncontrollable pain, went on 
forever, driving me out of my mind.

Suddenly Hans let go of my chest nipples once more and 
pulled Kent's head off of my madly jerking prick.

"Ahh, Uhh, Ah, ah, auuhhhhooo," I sobbed as my tits 
radiated pain. 

Hans lifted Kent up savagely by his hair, his hands 
ripping out of my asshole. His cock smacked my face as 
he was forced to his feet.

"Kiss your partner, faggot boy," commanded Hans, 
shoving Kent's mouth to mine.

I moaned helplessly as Kent fastened his lips to mine, 
thrusting his tongue inside of my mouth. I was still 
gasping for breath as Kent forced the cum from my cock 
from his mouth to mine, kissing me long and hard as 
Hans caressed both of our faces.

"Now come and get your reward for being such a good 
faggot," said Hans, pulling Kent away from me again and 
leading him to the bench opposite me. 

Vicki was furiously masturbating her naked cunt, 
moaning, her eyes bright in the steamy sauna, as she 
watched us boys abuse each other. Hans sat down and 
pulled Kent face down on top of his legs, over his 
naked cock and lap.

I slumped over on the bench, sliding down the wet wall, 
shaking and moaning, my whole body overloaded into a 
painful sensual loop of carnal sex. I was trembling and 
my cock was still jerking out of control at this whole 
perverted scene.

SMACK! "AHHHHH!" cried Kent as Hans spanked his naked 
ass with his hand. 

I watched in a daze, gasping for breath, as Vicki 
fingered her cunt and clit. I could smell her rich, 
pungent cunt. I could see that the chain from her tits 
was attached to a ring through her clitoris. It was the 
most perverse thing I had ever seen as I watched her 
masturbate.

I heard SMACK! "AAHH..." SMACK! "AHHH! SMACK! "AHHH!"

Kent was moaning and shaking as Hans spanked his ass 
hard and slow.

I was lost in an unreal world of fantasy sex as Vicki 
continued to moan and rub her cunt. My body was still 
trembling as I listened to Kent whimpering in 
masochistic pleasure.

Even though I had just had the most powerful orgasm of 
my life, I was still totally overwhelmed by everything 
and my cock pulsed with rock hard pain. Between the 
steam; Hans actually spanking Kent; Vicki's bizarre 
cunt show; and the totally unreal nature of it all, I 
had drifted off into a place where fantasy and reality 
were one. I wanted to fuck Vicki, finally lose my 
"virginity," but I couldn't move. I was transfixed into 
an erotic, trembling, submissive cock that could only 
react, not act.

"Help Greg to bed," commanded Hans throatily, "while 
Kent and I relax some more."

Kent continued moaning as Hans spanked his naked ass. 
Vicki put one of her cunt drenched hands to mine and 
pulled me up. 

I stumbled out of the steam room and Vicki showed be to 
a small bedroom in the basement. She pulled the covers 
down, sat me on the bed, walked to the door and said 
"Good night."

I fell back in the darkness, stunned and exhausted, 
totally unable to think straight. I went to sleep. 

My body hurt when I woke up. Everything hurt. But I was 
still naked in the small bedroom and I had a wicked 
piss hard on. I threw the covers back and went to the 
bathroom.

I cleaned up and put my clothes on, going upstairs to 
try and find everyone else.

It turned out that Hans had already gone to work and 
Kent was up. Vickie fed us breakfast as if we were just 
a couple of normal house guests. Kent and I didn't talk 
about sex.

When we finally got on the road, I let Kent drive, 
because I was still wiped out and tired. And I was sort 
of confused. And I was a little bit angry.

As we were driving, I finally decided to talk: "How can 
you be queer?" I asked, "Like, I've known you forever."

"I don't get it."

"And..." I asked, "Do you suck Coach Doyle's cock?"

Kent was really, really fucking upset and didn't want 
to talk, but I persisted... I mean, after all, it 
wasn't like he could pretend that nothing had happened.

I finally made him admit, yeah, he'd been queer 
forever; and yes, he sucked Doyle and more; and yes, he 
knew Doyle fucked with me; and yes, he knew Hans was 
hot for him just by the way Hans looked at him when 
they met; and yes, he went out with girls because 
nobody should know that he was a fag; and finally a 
whole lot of other shit.

We talked back and forth and I kept on getting pissed 
off (because he knew Doyle fucked with me and didn't 
say anything; because he was a faggot and I hadn't 
known; because he was still the All American star 
soccer player who got all the girls and it wasn't fair; 
etcetera...).

And Kent kept on getting pissed off because he thought 
I was going to expose him and he knew how much I was 
really turned on by the whole scene in Hans' steam room 
even though I said I wasn't... And, even though he 
wouldn't go into detail, apparently Hans and he had 
been fucking all night and his ass was sore from 
getting fucked and whipped and it was all so 
infuckingcredibly bizarre... And, we went back and 
forth like this until Kent was actually crying and I 
was screaming at him and...

We got in an accident and totaled the car.

Kent went off on the soft shoulder, going about 65 
miles an hour, tried to turn back onto the highway and 
bounced the wheel of the edge of the highway; started 
doing "S" skid curves back and forth; went into the 
opposite oncoming lane; hit the rear of a car; 
whereupon we literally flipped over and then rolled 
over coming to a rest on all four wheels on the 
opposite side of the highway, facing the road.

I was wearing a seat belt. Kent was not.

He had held on and gotten smashed around inside the car 
even though the windshield had buckled in and popped 
out and all the car doors were popped open, 
permanently.

His face was all cut up; he had some kind of 
concussion; and he had both an arm and a leg broken. 
Apparently, he was lucky that he hadn't gotten thrown 
through the windshield and crushed.

I didn't have a scratch.

The accident removed all thoughts; regrets; or future 
plans I might have had for further sexual exploits with 
either Kent or Hans. My parents were convinced the 
accident was somehow my fault, partially because I let 
Kent drive. I was royally chewed out...

As a result, I was also then convinced that my policy 
of keeping my sexual fantasies a deep, dark secret was 
better for me.

Kent and I talked in the hospital and we both agreed 
that his being queer and my eager participation were 
never going to be mentioned again. He wouldn't be 
skiing and therefore neither he and I, nor he and Hans 
would be hanging out together over the winter. I 
actually called Hans to tell him about the accident and 
how Kent was banged up and how he wouldn't be with the 
Ski Club. Hans told me he understood and that it was 
regrettable that none of us would be spending much time 
together. And, we didn't.

I locked up the whole episode inside my head and 
considered it all some kind of really bad karma because 
I should have been concentrating on screwing girls 
instead of be a queer pervert.

**

I turned 17 and it was 1971. As it was not okay to be a 
homo in 1971 and I still wanted to fuck girls, I 
continued doing what I had been doing -jerking off a 
lot; getting sucked by Dan the janitor; avoiding any 
kind of possible sexual encounter with Kent, or almost 
any encounter at all, period; and trying to screw up 
enough courage to go out on dates and get some girl to 
fuck.

Continued in part 8...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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