"Johnny," said my girlfriend Lori, "Bruce and the guys have an extra ticket to the ballgame and they'd like you to go with them. I think you should go. You haven't seen them since they all came home from college."
"I haven't seen much of you, either," I mildly protested.
Which was true. My friend, Mike, and I would not be going to college in the fall so we both found full-time jobs and moved into a two-bedroom apartment together. It had been a hectic month. I hadn't seen my girlfriend in two-weeks and was looking forward to having her alone in my new apartment.
"I wanted to cook you dinner at my place tonight," I said.
"I know, sweetie, maybe tomorrow night. I think you should have some fun with the guys tonight," she said.
Bruce and his friends are a year older than me and Lori. They were popular jocks in high school. Bruce is Lori's older brother. I had known them all for some time.
I grew up just down the street from Lori and Bruce, and ever since I can remember, I have been going to their house on a regular basis. They have an almost Olympic-size swimming pool so all of Bruce's friends hung out there as well.
In fact, Bruce is going to a well-known Christian college three-hundred miles north of the city on a swimming scholarship, and last winter he was the first freshman to win the Division II swimming championship.
That afternoon I drove to their house to meet up with them. It was kind of embarrassing when Bruce greeted me with a big hug.
"Johnny, you're such a big boy now...you finally made it to puberty!" he said drawing a round of laughter from his friends.
Doug, who was on football scholarship to a major university said, "My God, he still looks fifteen! I bet he doesn't even have any hair on his nuts!"
More laughter. I blushed but laughed along with the guys.
Since there were six of us in a car with five seats, Bruce spoke up and said, "Johnny can sit on my lap."
I am the smallest of us all so I guess it made sense, but it also made me nervous given Bruce's history of making improper advances towards me.
Naturally, the other guys made snide comments about the arrangement.
"No funny business near the back door, Bruce!" chuckled Terry.
"If something comes up, Johnny, get a good grip on it!" Chuck said laughing.
"Don't move around too much, John, or you might find yourself between a rock and an even harder place!" quipped Eddie.
Bruce sat in the passenger side backseat and I carefully sat on his lap. It was a thirty-minute ride to the ballpark, and Gino is a notoriously bad driver known for jack-rabbit starts and sudden stops and frequent jerking lane changes. My body was moving side-to-side and to-and-fro. I almost fell off Bruce's lap twice.
I was grateful when he put his arm around me to keep me steady, but wary as well considering his past touching of me. He had me shift my position from facing forward to where my legs were more toward the door. He placed a hand just above my left knee to help hold me still.
Even though I was secured in place, Gino's erratic driving kept my body squirming and shifting on Bruce's lap. It was about five-minutes in when I first felt something pressing against my buttocks.
I immediately knew what it was: Bruce had sprung a boner.
Oh no, not again, I thought to myself.
If I had been sitting on any of the other guys laps I would have figured it was a natural reaction on their part due to my butt moving on their crotches, but with Bruce, it was his reaction whenever he and I came in close contact.
A few minutes later the hand on my leg slowly moved higher. I was wearing baggy shorts and his hand crept up to the opening of the leg-hole then slowly back down again.
I sighed and remained silent. I've always liked and admired Bruce; I certainly wasn't going to embarrass him in front of the guys.
His hand never rested. He continued stroking my thigh.
I knew what he was trying to do. Last year in August, a week before he left for college, he showed a more personal interest in me.
I had never learned how to swim and Lori insisted that Bruce teach me. I grudgingly agreed.
It started out innocent enough, but soon evolved into something that made my head spin.
He had a 'hands-on' method of teaching, so to speak. He was constantly touching, holding, and squeezing parts of me that made me uncomfortable...and unfortunately, gave me erections.
The first time he saw the lump in my swim trunks he laughed, and said it was perfectly natural.
"See," he said pointing to the bulge in his own trunks, "...perfectly natural!"
I wasn't a dummy -- I knew what was going on. I had suspected him of being gay for a few months, but I was sure Lori didn't know, and I wasn't going to break her heart by telling her.
Suddenly, his hand became ever bolder. His fingers moved underneath the leg hole of my shorts almost touching my briefs. He continued to stroke my thigh higher-and-higher.
Panic coursed thru-out my body when my prick became totally hard from his softly persistent massaging of my thigh.
Still, I kept silent. Now I was the one who was embarrassed. Between his hand stroking my smooth flesh and his erection firmly pressing against my butt, I couldn't help but become more and more aroused.
I should have pushed his hand off me, and shifted my body forward off his hard-on, but I didn't want to create a whole nasty scene in front of his friends.
When Gino pulled into the stadium parking lot a pretty woman was collecting the parking fee and the guys attention were all on her. Bruce took the opportunity to pull me down hard on his erection, while his other hand brazenly squeezed my now-throbbing prick thru my briefs.
He could feel the pre-cum soaking thru my briefs and whispered in my ear, "I really missed you, Johnny, it feels like you missed me, too!"
Before I could speak, he snaked his hot, wet tongue in and out of my ear and gave my hard prick a couple of vigorous tugs. I almost came in my briefs -- oh my hell, how humiliating!!
When we parked and I climbed out of the car I turned away from the guys to hide the lump in my shorts.
Eddie said in jest, "Did you boys have fun back there?"
Bruce immediately shot back, "Well DUH -- Johnny does have a sweet little sexy ass!"
I forced a weak smile as they all burst out laughing.
When we found our row in the stadium, Bruce took the furthest seat then motioned for me to sit next to him.
I made a split-second decision and abruptly announced, "I better use the men's room before the game starts."
When I returned to our seats, Bruce had moved, and was sitting in the second chair from the aisle. I had no choice but to sit next to him.
My eyes were glued to the baseball diamond the entire nine-innings but my mind was a million miles away. I was too mortified by Bruce's actions and words in the car to concentrate on the game.
I couldn't help but relive what happened last August with Bruce.
His smothering attention...his strong hands holding and touching me all over in the guise of teaching me to swim...his odd words of encouragement ("Relax and be yourself, Johnny")...the improper advances...finally, and most shameful of all -- my passive acceptance of his improper advances.
I guiltily thought of Lori. She and I were just friends until our junior year when we took our relationship to the next level. We were kindred spirits; we could almost read each others minds.
One night while I was watching her swim, I was suddenly consumed with an overwhelming desire to take her in my arms and kiss her. It was then I realized she was much more than just a friend.
I remember watching her climb the ladder to get out of the pool. Her shapely body tightly encased in her one-piece swimmers bathing suit. She shook her hair and water was flying everywhere. Once she'd dried herself, she smiled at me, crooked a finger and pointed to the gazebo that was out of sight from the house.
I followed her there. My heart was beating so loud I thought she could hear it.
Once we were hidden away from the windows of the house, she took me in her arms and we kissed for the first time. She'd had the same feelings as me. It was then we became a steady couple. I began to hang out at her house just about every day.
Her brother, Bruce, was a year ahead of us, and a star on the swimming team. He was not only a great swimmer, but a real nice guy, too. He didn't call me 'little pipsqueak' like his friends.
Bruce went out of his way to talk with me whenever I saw him; he was always interested in not only whatever I was doing, but he spoke to me like I was his peer.
Whenever Lori went inside the house, Bruce would come over to me, put his arm around my shoulder, pull me close to him and he'd talk in hushed whispers like I was an intimate confidant to him.
Those moments made my heart swell with pride. One of the most popular guys in high school treated me like an equal!
His best friend, Andy, was also on the swimming team, and was at the house almost as frequently as me.
Before Bruce taught me to swim, I would just sit poolside and watch him and Andy swim and fool around. I have to admit, I was jealous of their long and lean swimmer's bodies. Not an ounce of fat anywhere!
That was when I began my daily regimen of sit-ups and push-ups. I wanted a hard, flat belly like theirs.
Whenever their parent's were out for the evening, which was quite often, Bruce and Andy would go into the house for thirty or forty minutes after swimming their laps.
One night I asked Lori about it and she coughed and said, "Oh, swimmers give each other rub-downs when they're done practicing...you know, to keep their 'muscles' relaxed."
I never thought about it again until a couple weeks later when I watched them climb out of the pool and noticed the bulges in the crotch of both of their swim trunks.
Don't get me wrong, I didn't intentionally look down there, but you know, sometimes guys like to know how they 'measure up' to other guys.
Anyway, this time when they walked to the house they had their arms around each others waists. I knew they were close friends so I didn't think anything of it.
When they came back outside thirty-minutes later, I noticed their bulges were gone. I guess I was pretty naïve because that was when I should have figured out something was going on between the two of them, but it never crossed my mind.
The proverbial sh** hit the fan after Bruce graduated from high school.
Bruce and Andy had planned on going to the same far-way west coast college. I was sitting with Lori poolside when the shouting began inside the house.
"You're not going to school with HIM," I heard Lori's dad yell. "I'm not going to let any son of mine turn queer! You're going to take the scholarship from Mount Olivet Lutheran College...it's a good Christian school...maybe a healthy dose of religion will straighten you out!"
In hindsight, yes, I was pretty dumb. I should have known he was gay, but in my defense, Bruce had always acted like a completely normal guy with me...until last August anyway.
The most baffling aspect of his behavior with me was that he knew I was his sister's boyfriend. I know how much they love and respect each other. They are as close as brother and sister can be.
Why on earth did he betray his own sister and come on to me? And now he is doing it again!
