What Will They Think?

Skinny dipping with my friends in the small pond at the edge of my dad's farm has been something my brother and me have been doing with our friends since we were 7 and 8. It's one of the best things we do together.

Having grown up together, being naked isn't a big deal. It can be embarrassing once in a while; like when I sprouted my first hairs around my dick. Our group, who are all within a year of each other in age (I'm the oldest by a couple of months), couldn't get enough of checking them out. I got embarrassed when I sprung a woodie when they kept touching around my dick to feel the few strands of hair.

I guess I should introduce our main group… there are a few others, but the four of us are together almost every day.

From the left there's Oliver, who is about 6 months younger than me at 13, then there's me, Randall, I turned 14 about a week ago. Next to me is my little brother Zeke, who just turned 12, and his best friend Mikey, who is also 12.

So, why am I telling you all of this? Well… growing up in a small town in the central valley of California, there's mostly farms. Families out our way are really close to each other, and it seems that everyone knows everything about everybody.

There's the problem. I've been worried for a few months because there's one thing that I hope nobody else knows. There's one thing about me that I'm scared for my friends and family to figure out. I guess one reason I like skinny dipping with my friends is, I get to see them… you know… all of them. I can't tell you how many times I've boned up looking at Ollie. That boy's blond hair… his fair complexion, his bright smile… and his eyes; oh my God! I could get lost looking into the sapphires of his eyes.

See… for almost a year, I've had these feelings. At first I didn't understand what they were, but as I got a little older, I started to realize that I was getting physically turned on by my friends. Not to be weird, but… being so close in age to my little brother, we kind of discovered things about our bodies together.

One night he caught me jacking off in bed. Well, instead of freaking out, he just shucked his undies and joined me. I'd jerked off a lot before that, but watching him doing it while I was… I got so fucking turned on I came in no time… and then kept going while he finished and came again when he did.

Since then, we do it every night before bed. Ollie and me do that too, but lately I've been getting the urge to do it to him… I'm afraid of what he'd say or do if I just went for it, but… I guess he'd be less upset over me jacking him off than what I really dream of doing… I really want to suck him off, and let him cum in my mouth. You see why I'm scared?

Anyway… living on a farm, we get out of bed very early. Before the sun comes up, actually. During the year, we have chores that we do from sun-up ‘till it's time to go to school, then an hour or two after school. Then we have a few hours to just hang out and do whatever we decide we're gonna do that day. Homework happens after dinner.

During the summer, like it is now, we do our chores until about 10:00 am, then we're free until about 4:00 pm when we have to do our evening chores, clean-up for dinner, and spend some time with the family.

The first twelve-and-a-half years of my life were idyllic. Pretty much not having a care in the world. My brothers and my friends had a great time on our little adventures. But, as I said, things started changing for me.

Last night, something happened that made me think that my secret wasn't as much of a secret as I thought. Zeke and me were doing our usual pre-bed activity, you know… anyway he looked at me as we were stroking and said, "Me and Mikey were talking today. He said that his preacher told him that there was a problem in the world. The preacher said there were guys out there who loved other guys. I thought about it and told him that I didn't think it was all that bad a thing. Jesus taught us that love was the most important thing. As long as they truly love each other, why should it be wrong?"

I was shocked that he'd talk about this kind of thing while we were doing what we were doing… it shocked me so bad I went from steel rod hard to overcooked noodle in my hand in about 2 seconds. He looked at me and said, "Heck, Randy… if you told me today that you were like that, I'd still love you because you're my brother."

I didn't reply… I couldn't reply. How could I? What should I say? I mean if I said, "Yeah Zeke, I'm like that," how would he actually react? I know he said that he would be okay with it, but that was hypothetical. Once it was real, what would he do? Would he tell our group? Would he tell our parents?

He had to notice that I went limp because once he finished and cleaned himself up, he hugged me and said in my ear, "I love you, Randy… I'll love you no matter what."

Yeah… he knows, or at least he suspects. I have no idea what I'll do.

I must have tossed and turned for a couple of hours before finally falling asleep. Everything Zeke had said was running through my head over and over. I kept imagining what kind of a response he'd give me if I actually told him I liked boys more than girls. Honestly, I think I only like boys. All the girls I know, even though we're friends, don't do anything for me when I think of doing stuff with them.

In one scenario, when I told Zeke, he hugged me and told me he loved me. Then he said that he'd have my back and I would have all the support he could give me. In another he hauled off and hit me right in the eye. Then he said he couldn't even stay in our room anymore, went to our dad and told him. Other scenarios involved our friends and ran the range from total acceptance to total hatred.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt like a ten-ton weight was hanging from my neck. During breakfast I didn't say a word other than to say, "Good Morning" to Mom and Dad. The whole day, during chores, and with our friends, it went back and forth in my head.

I guess I was being quiet because Oliver came over to me and said, "I don't know what kind of a problem you're working out, but whatever it is, you're my best friend in the whole world and nothing will ever change that." I smiled when he said it because he was being so caring… he looked me in the eye right before he gave me a huge hug, it was like he was looking into my soul.

A little while later, Mikey and Zeke had a huge fight. They were yelling at each other. They were away from Ollie and me so we couldn't hear what they were fighting about, but at the end, Mikey pushed Zeke to the ground and took off. When we asked him what it was about, he simply said, "Nuthin'."

That night during dinner, I almost told the family. I was sure that our parents would support me, but… in the end I chickened out. After watching TV… or at least pretending to watch, Zeke and I went up to bed. I was getting ready for our nightly ritual when Zeke came to me and said, "Randy, can we talk… you know… before?"

He and I, dressed only in our tighty whities, sat on my bed. He looked at me, his eyes glistening. "I don't know how to say this, so I'll just ask. Last night when I told you about… you know…" He paused for a few moments before he finally swallowed and asked, "Do you like boys… you know… like that?"

Here it was. The moment of truth. I have never lied to my brother about anything in my life and I didn't feel right lying to him now. "Honestly? I don't know for sure, but I think so."

There it was. I'd admitted it. Zeke sat there for what seemed like an eternity before he finally came over to me and hugged me. "I'm glad you were honest with me. I've seen the way you look at Ollie and our other friends when we go swimming. I've even seen you looking at me like that sometimes, but I was never afraid of you. I want you to know that I love you, and always will. I don't know if I am the same or not, but that doesn't matter. When I figure it out, either way I know you'll have my back, so I have yours now. I love you Randy."

Tears were running down my face when I heard his words. I hugged him fiercely and told him I loved him. I confirmed that no matter what, I'd always have his back. We skipped our nightly ritual; there was too much emotion going on to really do it right. I laid down on my bed and Zeke crawled in next to me. He hugged me and fell asleep in my arms. I slept better that night than I ever remember sleeping.

Bright and early the next morning, Zeke and I got up, dressed and went down to breakfast. After we sat down and started eating, Dad put his fork down and said, "Boys, I have a confession to make. Last night I was walking by your room on my way to the bathroom and heard you guys talking. I confess that I stood there and heard what you were talking about."

I froze. I don't know for how long, but when I finally came back to the real world, Dad was standing by my chair with Mom on the other side of me. "Randy? Are you okay? You kind of disappeared there for a minute or two."

Zeke said it was more like five minutes. Finally I looked up at my parents, tears running down my face and I cried, "Please tell me you don't hate me!"

Mom put her hand in front of her mouth, her eyes wide. "Honey, we're your parents. We couldn't hate you no matter what!"

"Son," my father said, "I won't lie to you and say I'm happy about it, but… it's how the good Lord made you, and as you well know, I believe that he is not capable of making a mistake. You were given to us to love and nurture… I take that sacred duty very seriously. I want you to know that I will be there for you and I hope you live a long and healthy life."

There it was… my family now knew. That ten-ton weight I carried around all day yesterday vanished in the blink of an eye. The rest of our dinner conversation was about things Dad looked up online about how I could stay safe. After dinner, he told Mom to go into her sewing room so he could have a talk with Zeke and me.

"Boys… I just want you to know that you can talk to me about anything. Randall, I know your situation and as I said, I will support you. I may not know all of the answers, but I'd rather you ask me, than get bad information elsewhere. Anything I don't know, we will find out together. Zeke… I don't know if you even know what your feelings are, but know that however you turn out, you're our son and we'll love and support you."

Zeke and I gave Dad a huge hug before he went on to his next subject. "Who do you plan on telling about this?"

I looked at him, then turned to Zeke who just nodded at me. "Well, Sir… probably just our close friends… at least until school starts."

Zeke's eyes got big before he said, "You probably don't want to tell Mikey. The fight we had yesterday… that's what it was about. He told me that he had another talk with his preacher and told him what I'd said about Jesus teaching that love is the most important thing. He said his preacher told him that I didn't know what I was talking about. We argued back and forth, him quoting scripture, me quoting scripture. Finally he got mad and hit me and took off."

Dad shook his head. Mike's father could end up being a problem. They belong to that fundamentalist church on the other side of town. "They've been very vocal about their anti-gay stance. Zeke is probably correct, you shouldn't say anything to him."

Zeke and I went upstairs for bed and we did enjoy our nightly ritual. He joked at me saying I was enjoying the view while I was doing it. I laughed and just nodded… adding "You're a cute boy, Zeke. Either way, you'll have either boys or girls standing in line to be with you."

After a fulfilling finish for both of us, we cleaned up and climbed into our own beds. I turned out the light and lay there with a smile on my face. A few minutes later, quietly, Zeke said, "Randy? You still awake?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know… not really, but I think I might be too. There are some girls that get me going, but some boys do too."

"Bro… that will happen. You are just starting puberty and you'll go back and forth over it for a year or so, eventually, your head will settle on either one or the other… sometimes, I read that someone like both equally. Whatever happens, you'll be fine."

"I love you, Randy." He whispered.

"I love you too, Zeke. Good Night."

Moments later I heard his breathing become slow and steady and knew he had fallen asleep. I followed him a few minutes later. My dreams that night weren't at all troublesome.

The next morning we went down to breakfast and Dad gave me a hug, he asked how I felt about things and I told him I was fine with everything. I was happy he and Mom were still okay with me and still loved me.

Dad said he'd read where there were a lot of boys who, when they told their parents, the parents didn't react well. "Some of the boys were tossed out onto the streets, and some… well, let's not get into how cruel some people can be."

After our chores, Zeke and I waited for our other friends to come around. A little after ten, Ollie pulled up on his bike. He took one look at me and said, "You look a million times better than you did yesterday."

I smiled at him and asked him to sit on the rail of the fence with me. We sat and I talked to him about what had happened. What I didn't know was that Mikey had ridden up and was standing right behind the three of us sitting on the fence rail. When I told Ollie that I liked boys, the next thing I knew I was on my back on the ground. Mikey was sitting on my chest and whaling on my face.

"You fucking faggot! You're going to burn in hell! How many times did you stare at me when we were swimming, thinking those vile and disgusting thoughts about doing evil things with me? By this time tomorrow, the whole town's gonna know about what a vile creature you are and if your family doesn't do something to get you well, as my dad said, 'There will be hell to pay!"

He then rode off, leaving me with my eyes nearly swollen shut and blood coming out of my nose. Ollie and Zeke had pulled him off of me, but he'd already done his damage. Once they knew I wasn't really badly injured, Zeke ran off to find Dad.

When they returned a few minutes later, Dad was very concerned. "Randall, I'm going to take you to the hospital. I also want to talk to the Sheriff about what can be done. As far as I am concerned, that boy committed a hate crime against you." I'd never seen Dad so mad!

We went to the hospital and after they cleaned up the blood, the doctor looked at me and said that my nose was broken. They took some x-rays, saying that I should heal okay, but at some point, I might want to have my nose fixed by a plastic surgeon. When the doctor asked how it happened, I just came right out and told him that I was telling one of my friends that I was gay and another, now former friend, overheard it and just beat the shit out of me.

"Well, Randall. Thank you for being honest. I am required by law to make a report of this because it involves what I believe is felonious behavior against a minor. Please wait here." He then stepped out of the room.

Fifteen minutes later the Sheriff stepped into the cubical. We told him the entire story. He shook his head and said, "Since you're both minors, I'd rather that we didn't file formal charges. If convicted, Michael would be branded for life. He'd have to go to Juvenile prison until he turned 18. Then he'd forever have a felony conviction on his record. I'd rather not do that to the boy simply because he was acting on what he'd been taught by his father and their preacher. I would recommend that you take out a restraining order against him and his family."

Dad turned to him and said, "Max, do you honestly believe that they'll leave it alone? What about that church they belong to. All that would have to happen is one of them hearing from Mike or his family and one of them could come after one of the boys."

"Let's do this. I'll go talk to Michael and his family. If I believe they would either violate a restraining order or incite someone else to do their 'dirty' work for them, I'll support filing charges against the boy and his parents. I'm not sure what grounds I'd charge the parents with, but… I'll find something."

Dad was satisfied. He knew that Sheriff Maxwell Turner was an honest man and if he said he'd do something, his word was as good as gold. We left the hospital and went home. Oliver was waiting for Zeke and me. He came over to me asking if I was okay. Hearing me tell him I was, he hugged me and we all went inside. We'd spend the rest of the day watching TV.

All afternoon I got a feeling that Ollie was looking over at me. Finally I said, "Is everything okay?" He nodded but didn't respond. He went home around five-thirty saying he had to be home for dinner. Our family dinner was a little subdued, Mom fussed over me all night.

After our usual ritual, Zeke and I went to sleep. I was a little uncomfortable, but the pain medicine the doctor gave us made me feel weird and I did fall asleep.

At about three-thirty we woke up to a commotion outside. I could see a light coming in the window. I got out of bed and looked out the window and there was a cross burning right outside my window. There were maybe twenty people there chanting… "Homosexuals will burn in hell for eternity. It is the job of the righteous to speed them on their way."

I was more scared than I ever had been in my life! As I watched, I made sure they couldn't see me. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, the Sheriff's car pulled up. He arrested two men for the cross burning and disbursed the crowd.

He came into the house and talked to my parents. When I went down, Mom stopped me… "Randall! Get some clothing on. Sheriff Turner doesn't need to see you in your underpants!"

I was embarrassed. I went upstairs and put on a pair of shorts and a shirt while Zeke giggled. We went back to the living room where Dad and the Sheriff were discussing what would happen. They didn't tell me what they were going to do, but the Sheriff told me he'd make sure nothing like this ever happened again.

Going back to bed wasn't an option since it was so close to the time we had to do our morning chores. Mom made us breakfast which was eaten in near silence. After breakfast, Dad said he had to go into town for a bit, that Zeke and me should get our chores done. He hoped to be home by ten or eleven.

After our chores, which included cleaning up after the cross burning, Oliver showed up. He wanted to know that I was okay. He said he was worried that they'd break into the house and hurt me. He told us that all over town there were posters up with my picture telling that I was a homosexual and it should not be tolerated.

We spent the morning just standing around talking. Dad pulled in about noon. He asked us to come into the house. When Ollie asked if he should go home, Dad said it was okay if he wanted to stay. Ollie told him he'd stay to support me and Dad told him he was happy I had a good and loyal friend in Oliver.

Dad told us that he'd spent the morning with a lawyer. The lawyer said we should file lawsuits against Mike's family and the church. He said that the worst way to hurt people like that is to get them in their wallet. He did say that we should ask the Sheriff to charge Mike with assault and battery, but not ask for it to be classified as a hate crime.

Mom invited Ollie to join us for dinner. When he tried to object, Mom said that she'd called his mother and obtained permission for Oliver to have dinner with us and, if we wanted to, he could spend the night.

Dinner was great. Having Ollie there made everything taste better… at least to me. We spent the evening watching television with my parents. Finally we went up to bed.

Zeke looked at me and said, "Are we gonna…" he didn't finish.

Ollie looked over at me with a questioning expression.

"He wants to know if we're gonna jerk off. We do it every night." I explained.

Ollie looked over at Zeke and laughed. "I didn't think you'd be doing that yet! You're only just twelve. I didn't do it the first time until my thirteenth birthday!"

Zeke grinned and replied, "I've been doing it since a few months after I turned eleven. I even squirt a little." Zeke's face got a little red when he admitted that.

Needless to say, the three of us stripped off our undies and sitting on my bed jerked off together. Ollie applauded when he saw Zeke squirt out a few drops of mostly clear fluid when he finished. He and I had a bit more, but less clear, to clean up.

When we'd finished, we started discussing sleeping arrangements. Zeke offered to share the bed with me and let Ollie have his bed. Ollie then sheepishly said, "Um… would it be okay if I shared the bed with Randy?"

Zeke looked at him and a knowing expression came over his face. "Sure, I don't see anything bad about that!"

Still naked, Ollie crawled into bed and held the cover up for me. I shucked the undies I'd pulled back on after our nightly fun and crawled in with him. After wishing Zeke a good night, I turned off the light. Ollie laid there, very close to me. The feel of his naked body in full contact with mine had me hard as a rock. He pulled me closer and whispered into my ear, "You and me… we're the same, and I love you."

The next thing I knew, he was kissing me. His tongue invading my mouth. It felt so natural… so wonderful… so right! We kissed for a while before we both fell asleep still embracing.

The next morning we all awoke, dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. Mom prepared Chicken Fried Steak and Biscuits with country gravy over all of it. It was so good! Ollie stayed and helped Zeke and me with our chores. When they were done, we went to the pond and swam the rest of the day.

We'd gotten a few nasty phone calls, but other than that we didn't have much trouble from the folk at the church. They did charge both Mike and his dad. Mike with aggravated assault and his father with contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Mike was sentenced to 1000 hours of community service and would be on probation until his 18^th birthday. The judge told him that we had asked that the special circumstance of a hate crime not be applied and he should be thankful that we were forgiving enough for that or he'd have gone to prison until his 18^th birthday. His dad received a fine of $5,000.00 and had to do the same 1000 hours of community service.

Things with Ollie and me have only gotten better. He told his parents and initially they weren't very accepting, but after my parents talked to them they came around. Ollie is officially my boyfriend. We haven't done much other than kissing and jacking off together… at least not yet.

The lawsuits were filed against both Mike's parents and the church. The lawyer asked for a huge amount of money; $1.5 million. When we went to court about it, we'd asked for a trial by judge; they wanted a jury. I guess they figured there'd be enough people who wouldn't want to hurt a church for a homo. As a result, we had to have a jury trial.

The trial went on for a day-and-a-half. The lawyer called the doctor from the hospital, the Sheriff, my dad, then me. Their lawyer called person after person, all spouting scripture how their actions weren't only justified, but according to the laws of God, they were mandatory.

When the jury left the room, the Judge said they'd probably be awhile and we should all come back in an hour. Right after we left the courtroom, the Bailiff came running out saying the jury already reached a verdict.

We all went back into the courtroom and watched as the jury came back and sat in the jury box. The judge read their findings, then handed it back to the Bailiff who handed it back to one of the jurors.

"Mr. Foreman. Has the jury reached a verdict?"

"We have, your honor."

"Please read your verdict to the court for the record."

The Foreman cleared his throat and said, "By unanimous vote, we, the jury, find for the plaintiff on all counts."

The Judge wrote something down then asked, "Have you also come to a consensus on damages?"

"We have, your honor. For count one, the jury awards from the first defendants, the parents of Michael Hughes, $100,000. For count two, the jury awards from the defendant, The Fundamentalist Baptist Church, the sum of $5 million."

I almost fainted. My father stood up and said, "Your honor, if I may?"

The Judge told him he could speak. "Your Honor, on behalf of my son, we would like for you to vacate the award of money from Michael's parents. I am aware that there is no way they would be able to raise that kind of money without losing their farm. I cannot in good conscience force a family into that kind of situation."

The Judge looked over at him and said, "Sir, that's a very Christian thing to do. I will grant that request. The award of $100,000 from the parents of Michael Hughes is hereby reduced to $1000. Mr. Hughes, you should feel grateful to this man. He is acting as his faith dictates. These proceedings are hereby adjourned."

As we were leaving the courtroom, Mikey's father handed Dad a check for $1000. He then said something under his breath and walked away.

We left the courtroom and, after Dad stopped at the bank to cash the check, met at the lawyer's office. He told us that they'd likely appeal, but he was confident that their appeal would be denied. Dad handed the lawyer $250 for his share of the money Mikey's father paid us. We went home and Ollie stayed the night. That night in bed, I felt for the first time, someone touching me… down there… other than myself. We brought each other off together, professing our love.

Six months later, I got the mail and there was a letter from the lawyer's office. Dad opened it and read:

 

Dad handed me the check and I just stared at it. I'd never imagined we'd have that kind of money. Dad explained that he'd put most of it in a trust for me that I could get when I either went to college or turned 18. Some of it he'd allow me to use to buy gifts.

"Dad, can I take some of the money and pay off the mortgage and all of your bills? Maybe take the family to Disneyland? I also want to make sure that there's money for Zeke and me to get a monthly allowance, after all, I've got a boyfriend I want to be able to take out, and Zeke will have someone eventually that he'd like to take out."

Dad smiled and told me he thought that was a very generous thing to do and agreed with my request. Ollie wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear… tonight, I want to show you how much I love you. I want to taste you."

I winked at him and said, "Only if I get to do the same to you."

[To Be Continued]

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