ELEVEN. Growing up queer and kinky.
Dante likes the way the story's developing, with the pledge-to-be realizing just how much the frat's already taking over his life. It makes him remembers the first couple years he and Colton spent together and how sweet Colton was, although he realized right from the beginning that Colton was a take-charge kind of guy. In fact, that's one of the things that made Colton so attractive to him.
He'd always had submissive tendencies. Even in grade school, his best friend Timmy usually called the shots when they were together and he liked it that way. They never addressed anything openly; they were too young to think in terms of dominance and submission. Tt was just the way things were with them. After all, they were only in fourth grade.
Looking back he realized that some of the guys in their class were definitely Alphas like Timmy, and they were always the guys he gravitated to.
When he was in seventh grade, his father got a job in a distant state and they relocated. He cried when he had to say goodbye to Timmy, and of course they promised each other they'd stay in touch, but you know how that always turns out.
He spent the first several weeks of junior high feeling alone and miserable until one day he realized that just like in his old school, he was attracted to the guys in the class who were Alphas—still he didn't know that word—but one of the boys was really friendly with him in a way he had never experienced before.
This guy, Tommy—Timmy all over again but this time with an "o" instead of an "I," was a very hands-on kind of guy. He was always laying a hand on Dante's shoulders or back. Sometimes he would wrap Dante's head in the crook of his arm and rub a fist in Dante's hair and Dante started looking forward to being handled that way.
His new school had a rule: all boys must shower after gym class. This was the first time Dante had ever been around other naked boys and it freaked him out because he couldn't help peeking at all the guys, noticing that some of them were starting to sprout hairs "down there."
Tommy caught him looking one time and started teasing him. "What do you think, Dante, that if you look at guys with hair your own will finally start growing too? Tell you what, buddy. Come over my house after school today and I'll even let you touch mine, run your fingers through it. How would you like that?"
Dante would absolutely LOVE it, but he was afraid to go through with it, afraid of the feelings that were starting to stir inside. He was afraid of what Tommy would do if he discovered that Dante was turning out to be a queer. He started avoiding this boy because he was afraid of what he was feeling. Tommy didn't make a big thing out of it. He was probably the most popular boy in school, so he had plenty of other guys to keep him company.
Things were getting very uncomfortable at home. His mother was always complaining about the "queers" she had to work with at her job and how they were all hated by God and would end up in hell for all eternity. She'd drag him to church and the preacher always seemed end up ranting and raving about homosexuals and telling how God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah because they were filled with them.
It wasn't until years later that he learned that those stories had been misinterpreted, but the damage was already done. He took the hatred upon himself and convinced himself that life was going to punish him because he liked looking at dicks and balls and slow-growing pubic hair—on everyone but him, it seemed.
He kept his "same-sex attraction"—that's what they called in church—a secret and made sure he didn't do anything or act in any way that would make his mother suspect what he was. He forced himself never to cross his legs because his mother had told him "that's the way queers sit."
By the time he was a junior in high school, Dante also proudly had a pubic bush to show off, but by then all the guys did so it was no big deal. He had his first real sexual crush on a kid named Ritchie. Ritchie was about the same size as Dante and Dante felt a tingling inside whenever they were together. Once they had to line up in the hall for some kind of drill.
They were standing right next to each other, Ritchie and Dante, standing against the wall facing out into the hallway. Their shoulders touched and Dante felt like electricity jumped from Ritchies's shoulder to him. Maybe it really was static electricity. All Dante knew was that he wanted to get even closer to Ritchie. He took a chance and let their upper arms touch as well. Ritchie didn't move away. He just let it happen.
Ritchie leaned his head closer to Dante and whispered, "When you beat off tonight think about what it felt like, us touching this way. You do beat off, don't you?" Dante blushed like crazy and Ritchie chuckled. "Ah, I have my answer. Neat. We'll have to do it together some time."
They set it up with their parents to have an overnight together. Dante stayed over at Ritchie's because he had a much bigger bed. Ritchie was quite the athlete so Dante's mother had no problem with them having overnights together. "Maybe some of his healthy maleness will rub off on you. Maybe he'll help you find a girlfriend," she told him.
He kept his own hopes about what he wanted Ritchie rubbing off on him to himself.
Their first overnight together, as they were both stroking themselves, side by side and touching just like they did in the hallway, it felt so damn good. All of a sudden, Ritchie let go of his dick and reached over to grab Dante's balls.
Dante came immediately and was completely embarrassed. Ritchie pulled off his t-shirt and used it to wipe up the mess and of course this gave him even more of an opportunity to get his hands on Dante's junk. Dante tried to stop him but Ritchie told him to stop and let him finish.
One thing led to another. By the second semester of 11th grade, Dante was living in Ritchie's back pocket, so to speak, and just as it was with his earlier friends, Ritchie was always in charge. Ritchie would decide when he wanted to watch Dante lay in his bed naked and jerk off but then he would make Dante stop before he got to finish. Soon enough Dante's hands were on Ritchie's better developed dick and then one night Ritchie put his hand on the back of Dante's head and pushed it down close to his meat. "Kiss me there, Dante. Let me feel your lips on my dick."
Eventually it was Dante's mouth. Always Dante's mouth on Ritchie's dick, never the other way around, and that was fine with Dante. If he was going to hell anyway, he figured he might as well have a good time until that happened.
That was several years ago. He and Colton hooked up for the first time when they were juniors in college. Colton had this way of making Dante feel special at a time in his life when he was constantly berating himself because he had, after all, turned out to be one of those queers his mother hated so much.
One day the two of them took a walk into town to go to one of the bars that were popular with the guys. The drinking age was only 18 at the time so the bar—called "Zoli's"—was always packed with thirsty college boys and the beer was cheap.
They both had a bit too much beer to drink and they stumbled along together on their way back to campus. They were taking a shortcut through the woods. Colton caught his foot on a root sticking out of the ground and tumbled over. Dante, giggling like a schoolgirl, leaned over and reached out to Ritchie to help him get up again but he ended tumbling over himself and landedright smack on top of Colton's body.
He tried to apologize but Colton put his arm around him and held him down. "Stay here with me," he said with slightly slurred speech. "Feels good. Always feels fucking good when I touch you, dude. Don't be afraid." They stayed there like that for what seemed like an interminable time until finally Colton kissed Dante on the cheek. "I'm like you, dude. Just like you. It's okay. You and me, dude. Fuck everybody else. My mom says it's okay, being like this, wanting to feel a guy's body next to mine."
So now, now, now, . . . years have passed and it still feels so good for their bodies to be next to each other, and Colton always told Dante they were okay when Dante started with the guilt tripping. His mother kept making him go to her church with her and the preacher there was always talking about guys like him being an "abomination." Dante would take it to heart and then try to stop Colton from touching him, but that would never last.
Easter vacation of their junior year, Dante's mother had to travel to a family funeral—some old uncle Dante had never met. Colton wanted Dante to spend the vacation with him at his house. it was a battle trying to get permission.
His mother had a long talk with Colton's mom on the phone about it. She made her promise to bring the boys to church for Easter Sunday and she made him take a suit for church with him when Colton's mom picked him up. She was no dummy, this wonderful lady. She quickly understood the type of person she was dealing with and talked exactly the kind of churchy talk that would win Dante's mother over.
Easter Sunday morning, Dante woke up in Colton's arms and there was no talk of going to church. Colton's mother opened the door to wake the boys up and when she saw the boys wrapped up in each other's arms she wept for happiness that her son had found someone who would love him almost as much as she did. Dante was mortified that she had seen them in such a compromising position.
He went to the breakfast table with his head down unable to look at Colton's parents, tormented with shame and guilt.
Colton's parents sat with both boys and talked to them about guys loving guys in the Bible, about David and Jonathan, and then even about Jesus and the guy everyone called "the beloved Disciple," and how he used to lay with his head on Jesus' chest and how none of the other men they hung out with ever had anything mean to say about it. It was all okay with them. That's how Jesus' friend got such a nice nickname from the others. No name calling, no talk of abomination, no guilt, no shame. Just love.
"You and Colton, sweetheart, you were put together for a reason. Be free, my beautiful boy. Be free to love. You and my son, you will find God in each other. You'll be just fine. So when your mother asks about church on Easter Sunday, you tell her that it was the best church you'd ever been in and that you want to keep going to this church instead of hers. She doesn't need to know things that she could never handle knowing, Dante. No need to talk about your love with her. That nasty church she goes to is more about hatred than about love."
And so Dante found love, not only from his beautiful kind guy, but from the guy's wise and enlightened parents well. And from that day on, he knew it was okay to let Colton love him. And Colton sure did love him. And when the day came for kinky desires to be part of their love, it was all fine and good.
And damn, Colton sure did know how to take charge in a way that made Dante crave to obey every single wish he ever had. Colton was the first guy ever to touch Dante's nipples and when it turned Dante on so much, Colton got a little rough with them. Dante just threw his head back and told Colton, "you can do whatever you want to them!"
"Whatever?" Colton asked, then kissed him on the lips. "I don't want to make them get too sore." Dante asked him to do it—to make them sore—and so Colton told him to stroke himself while he played with his nipples. He ended up having the most powerful orgasm of his entire life that time, so nipple play became part of Colton's regular repertoire when they were naked together.
Not too much longer after that, one day they were standing naked together and when Colton reached for Dante's nipples he pulled them down a bit. Dante got the hint and dropped to his knees and took Colton's cock in his mouth and the rougher Colton got with his nipples, the faster he sucked Colton's cock while jerking his own.
Eventually Dante discovered that he'd rather put his hands on Colton's ass while he sucked him off, that it didn't matter all that much whether or not he got to cum. At first Colton didn't realize that Dante wasn't taking care of himself at the same time he was giving his lover so much pleasure. Nonetheless, that ended up becoming the "new normal" between them.
One morning Colton woke up first and took his shower. Dante had just gotten out of bed and the sight of his naked boyfriend, his body still a little damp from his shower and smelling so nice, he got him to lay back on the bed. It was time for Dante to worship his Alpha boyfriend; he gave his naked body a tongue bath from his neck all the way down to the bottoms of his feet.
Colton lay there mesmerized as Dante worshipped his body. He especially liked it when Dante sucked his toes. He started asking Dante to do it all that time. Eventually he just ordered him to do it. No need to ask any longer. Dante did whatever Colton wanted him to do, and Dante discovered that he liked it that way.
One day they were taking a ride to visit one of Colton's cousins about an hour away from where they lived and Colton started talking about what had been going on between the two of them and how much he loved the way Dante was making him feel so good all the time. "The only problem is that I'm starting to feel guilty. I feel like I'm being totally selfish getting you to do all those things to me but never returning the favor."
"You don't have to, Colton. I like it the way it is. That's the way it should be, Alpha-dude. Me serving you. Me giving you pleasure. After all, you take care of me in so many other ways, this is my special way to take care of you. I don't need anything else. Really. You can order me around all you want. I'll always obey your wishes. I guess that's just the way I'm made."
And so this began their Dom/sub way of relating to each other. And as time went on and thanks to the Internet they were able to realize that they weren't the only ones who be in such a relationship.
Together they explored. Together they learned. Together they discovered the world of bdsm. Together they worked out their likes and dislikes, deciding which of all the varied things displayed turned them on the most. Colton had only one objection to what they saw in all the video clips on Twatter and Teletype and YouLook: it always seems like the Dom disrespected the sub and treated him like sit.
"I hope that doesn't turn you on, baby, because I don't want to be like that with you. I love you, Dante, with all my heart. I can order you around fine, make you get sore, even spank you when you ask me to, but I'm not going to pretend that I don't cherish you and love you. I'll do anything you want me to do to you, but I'm still going to always let you know how much I love you. I'll get as rough as you want me to get, but there has to be kisses and hugs and cuddling and sweet-sounding talk coming from me before we kiss and say good-night."
And so in their own special way they discovered what was rarely ever shown in all the videos: they discovered "aftercare" for themselves, and needless to say, Colton was probably the best after-care lover that any lucky sub would ever be able to experience.
This is the stuff that we rarely ever get to see or read about. This is regrettably absent from just about all bdsm porn. And yet this was the only kind of thing that could make it possible for two men to sustain a healthy and loving Dom/sub relationship, and the more severity in their sexual acting out, the sweeter and more intense those wonderful times became as the pain began turning to exquisite pleasure.
So that just about brings us up to date with how their relationship developed and how it would remain for the both of them all of their days. Curiously enough, it seems that the more intense their lovemaking became (both the bdsm and the snuggling), the more free they were to play together to write the story about Spike's adventures as faggot pledge to KGF and everything that would mean.
So let's get back to the story now.
END OF CHAPTER ELEVEN
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