Johnny Rainbow, Gay Quarterback: Book One, Summer 2010

By DB Wellz

In Johnny's native Hawaiian, his last name—Anuenue—means Rainbow. This gives way to his nickname, Johnny Rainbow, which follows the 17-year-old quarterback from his home in Oahu to High Castle State University in Colorado. A reframing of the classic coming-of-age story, Johnny Rainbow explores the many facets of coming to terms with homosexuality and the perks that come with it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Dec 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543957891

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ISBN: 978-1-54395-789-1

Contents

Mile High Club

Rainbow

Exposed

Happy Ending

All You Can Eat

Sir

Stud

Red, Green or Bi-Sexual

I’ll Tell You Mine, You Tell Me Yours

Ana Kleine Nacthmusik

Easy like . . .

Too Sexy for my shirt

June Camp

The Magic Flute

Silver Wings

A Hard Day’s Night

Hunger

Thirst

White Sands

Ruidoso

Fireworks

Love Me Tender

Land of Enchantment

Colorful Colorado

Concentric Circles

Not a good-news day

Purple

T.G.I.F

S.H.I.T.

P.I.S.S.

Speedo Therapy

Ups and Downs

And, That’s that

People, Places, and Maps

1

Mile High Club

(Friday, 28th May 2010)

9:00 A.M.

Las Vegas, Nevada (LAS)

Johnny said goodbye to his Uncles and walked away from them, his family. He was taking the first steps toward independence and his University education. He was excited and proud, but also very emotional about leaving the men who had been his parents. He turned to wave back at them before forging ahead on his own. He was on to new adventures, new friends, opportunities, challenges, failures, jealousy, hate, reconciliation, success, wisdom, lust, and hopefully love and happiness. Johnny held his head up, pushed his shoulders back and hustled toward his gate.

Johnny Anuenue pronounced his name with three syllables, A-Nway-Nay, which meant Rainbow in his native Hawaiian. Nearly everyone who knew him called him ‘Johnny Rainbow,’ or just ‘JR’. He was 17-years old, just a few months shy of his 18th birthday. He was an excellent and accomplished athlete, playing Quarterback and Cornerback on his high school football team.

JR was 6’4’’ and 180 lbs. (191 cm, 80 kg). His shoulders were broad, his chest and arms were lean but nicely muscled. At only 6% bodyfat, Johnny’s waist was narrow, his legs long, lanky, and powerful. His abs were a thing of beauty. Hawaiians considered him hapa because of his handsome face and beautiful eyes, but he was native Hawaiian. He wore his hair long; it fell well below shoulder length, it was soft, straight, thick and very black. He had virtually no facial or body hair.

Johnny was just a teenager. His youthfulness showed thru in his countenance. He was polite, focused, and a bit cautious around people he didn’t know. He had learned to be this way from his Uncles. Because of his handsome and sexy appearance, Johnny had learned how to deal with people politely and effectively. He had learned to keep a low profile, to be considerate, kind, not vain, and to keep strangers at arm’s length until true motivations were known. With his sexiness aside, what people always noticed first about Johnny was his face and eyes. He was an exceptionally beautiful young man. His attractive Polynesian features enhanced his masculinity and hardened what would have otherwise been a very pretty, even feminine, face. Johnny’s eye color seemed to vary depending on the light, ranging from dark-cobalt to a royal-purple hue.

The next thing people noticed about Johnny was his height and physicality, and then invariably, all eyes were drawn to his crotch. JR dressed modestly, but his virile bulge was evident no matter what he wore. On this day, for travel, Johnny wore his favorite pair of faded blue-jeans. The waist line was low-cut, hugging the tops of his hips. When he walked, his bulge tended to roll from side to side, giving not-so-subtle hints as to what he was packing under his clothing.

Safe and well-known, Johnny did not attract much attention from members of the close-knit community of North Point, Oahu. To these people he was just the skinny boy that used to play ball in their neighborhoods or body surf the north-shore waves. Once outside the protective influence of his Uncles and his home community, Johnny could feel the eyes and stares of strangers. He felt a bit like fresh-meat released into the general population. But, he figured, people could have worse reasons for staring. He focused on keeping his wits about him, being polite but very cautious and reserved.

On this morning, Johnny had his long hair braided into two ponytails, he wore a long-sleeved t-shirt under a loose-fitting hoody that advertised the initials of his new University: High Castle State University (HCSU).

JR had to hoof it, as it was a bit tight to make his flight. He turned a lot of heads as he loped easily through the concourse.

There was a dwindling line of people at his gate. Johnny was the last person to step onto the plane. The seating was first-come, first-seated. JR followed a very pleasant and attractive attendant named Remy toward the back of the plane. He could see the one last seat next to a man and a young boy. And, with his crotch right at eye level for those passengers already in seats, Johnny felt lots of stares as he made his way to the back of the plane. There was a team of high-school volleyball players, on either side of the aisle. More than one of the girls brushed an elbow against his thigh as he passed. But Remy was there to keep order. He got Johnny settled.

Johnny met James Cox. He was sitting by the window. The boy was in the middle seat and Johnny had the aisle.

James introduced himself and said, This little guy is Tobias. We’ve been in Vegas for singing tryouts. Toby did a great job. The boy was beaming but otherwise silent. James continued, My girlfriend is across the aisle, doing some work. Johnny waved at ‘Jan’ when James got her attention. She smiled but appeared pre-occupied with her paperwork.

James explained, Jan sits away from us, so she can get things done during the flight.

Johnny didn’t say anything, but James politely filled in the unspoken questions. Tobias is the foster child of Jan’s mom. We took him to the competition; it was a little vacation for us.

Tobias was quite taken with Johnny Rainbow. Toby was calm and obedient, but he was still just a little boy. Johnny didn’t mind when Tobias tugged on the sleeve of his hoody. He whispered, I have to use my indoor voice, on the plane. Johnny grinned, I like your name, Tobias. How old are you?

Toby held up all ten fingers. Grinning, James shook his head and held up only five. Toby concluded though, I’m old enough to get my own seat now. How old are you? Johnny liked this kid. He smiled and held up ten fingers.

Tobias giggled. Johnny answered then, I am seventeen-years-old.

Tobias, You have long hair.

Johnny, Uh Huh. I’m from Hawaii. Lots of guys there have long hair.

Tobias considered this for a bit. Then he announced to James, I want long hair, I want to be Hawaii.

James was in this late 20s. He was 5’8’’ and a slight 130 lbs. (173 cm, 58 kg.) He had short, brown, curly hair, a handsome face, and bright, beautiful, brown eyes. He was wearing nice jeans and a sleeveless sweater over a white-cotton shirt. James was very open toward Johnny. He didn’t ask a lot of questions, so Johnny felt comfortable with him quickly. JR also liked the way that Tobias acted around James. Obviously, the young boy felt safe and contented. James presented himself very well, but he did give off a rather submissive vibe. This was a big turn-on for Johnny.

After they were in the air, but before the seatbelt sign was off, one of the volleyball girls got out of her seat, approached Johnny, leaned her teen-age titties in his face, slid her right hand deep between his legs, pushing up under his balls, and with her left hand stuffed something into the pocket of his hoody. She whispered something into JR’s ear and by then Remy had arrived to shush her back to her seat. Johnny’s blush was visible even on his handsome, tanned face. Remy squeezed JR’s shoulder before he returned to the back of the plane.

There was a little playful tension there, between Remy and Johnny. James noticed this. James also was less than successful in keeping his gaze off the young athlete’s crotch. Tobias had no such interests. He played with one of Johnny’s pony tails and announced quietly, May I wear your sweater? The little guy was well-spoken; it was obvious he was very intelligent.

Johnny looked to James who nodded his permission. So, Johnny pulled of his hoody and helped Tobias get situated. James imagined he could feel JR’s body scent and heat release as he took off the sweater. Underneath, the bright, white spandex T-Shirt against Johnny’s brown skin was stunning. The athlete smelled of soap and just a touch of musk.

The little guy didn’t wiggle around a lot, but one could tell he was very active in his imagination. He imitated JR’s body position and sat still. When JR moved, Tobias moved. When JR scratched his nose, Tobias did as well. In the hidden world of his imagination, Tobias was a strong, college athlete, on a plane. He was from Hawaii and he had long hair.

A separate V-Ball player approached and tried the same moves on Johnny, but this time, in the absence of the hoody, she went for JR’s jeans pocket. Tobias turned to face her and abruptly did not use his indoor voice. AhhhhNooo! The sound came out of the little guy’s body like a thunder bolt. No one else around them seemed to notice, but the girl was blasted right in the face and her hair was literally blown back. Johnny saw what she had dropped. She had written her phone number on some panties and left them there atop his crotch. Johnny whispered, James, hey James, the little guys got a voice, wow. Hearing Johnny saying his name gave James an instant erection.

Johnny pushed the panties into the magazine pocket in front of him. Then, thinking better of that, and not wanting the young girl’s phone number to be misused, he deftly stuffed the panties into his jeans pocket.

Remy served them soft-drinks, in-flight peanuts, and he slipped in secret chocolate treats to James to share with Tobias and Johnny. The attendant was subtler than the V-ball girls, but he did brush his arm against Johnny’s pecs and nipples as he leaned the chocolates over to James. After the taboo touch, Johnny’s nipples became erect and hard underneath the tight t-shirt.

With the sugary drink and chocolates consumed, Tobias got sleepy and crawled up into James’ lap for some nap time. Toby was content there, but he wanted Johnny to sit next to them. So, JR took the middle seat and the guys chatted as Tobias slept.

James, So? First flight?

JR, My second. Is it that obvious?

James, smiling, No, not really. Just wanted you to know usually people don’t put underwear in your pockets on these flights.

Johnny flashed his brilliant, perfect smile and replied, Oh my gosh. What the heck was that about?

James replied, But surely, Johnny. You must be used to people trying to get your attention. I mean, you are a very attractive man. I mean, uh, a very attractive young man.

Johnny offered, laughing softly, Not really no. I’m from a very small town. Anyway, nobody ever gave me underwear before.

James, Did they put phone numbers on there?

Johnny blushed again. Yep.

James, Are you gona call?

Johnny, Gosh no. What, those girls are probably 14? Maybe 15?

James deftly changed subjects. They talked about his Sports massage business, Jan’s law career, and Toby’s prospects of getting a regular singing gig in Vegas. Johnny told more about North Point, his Uncles, his University plans. James was familiar with High Castle. Jan’s family had a cabin in the outskirts of Tres Rios, Colorado.

JR explained that first-year athletes came to Albuquerque to get acclimated to the high elevations. They spend a month in ABQ at 5,312 feet, and a month in Taos, N.M. at 6,969 feet, before moving to High Castle State University at just under 9,000 feet elevation.

James went into lots of detail about a young college student that he and Jan had known recently. This guy, Alan, attended UNM. He was an athlete on a track scholarship, and James and Jan had opened their home to him. James spoke, Alan graduated this semester and he’s already moved away. I’m going to miss him, so, much.

Remy was efficient, and he had all the trash collected early in his section. He made a quiet, personal, and very pointed observation to Johnny that, We’ll be on the ground in 45 minutes. He lingered a bit and whispered, The bathroom is open now, if you need anything. James couldn’t hear this exchange and Toby was squirming a bit and needing attention. The little guy was pushing out of JR’s hoody.

Johnny’s breath quickened as Remy’s words registered. Johnny had to wonder, did he just say that?

Johnny was already half hard since being groped by the groupie. He was attracted to Remy, and James was attractive. Johnny was realizing that he had a type: smaller, thin, submissive men, with nice smiles and handsome, pretty faces. Johnny’s body moved, but his mind was not yet in agreement. But now, he was already standing, and walking, and he could not just turn and sit back down. He placed the hoody in the aisle seat to get it out of the way, and he kept moving toward the back of the plane, moving toward Remy.

Remy was 5’5’’, maybe 100 lbs. (165 cm, 46 kg.) He had thick, wavy black hair that framed his lovely Filipino face. He looked masculine and attractive in his attendant’s uniform. Johnny’s body, if not his mind, kept moving toward Remy. There was a growing image in Johnny’s mind, and that was of Remy’s eyes and his mouth. Whenever Johnny looked into Remy’s face, the athlete imagined what the attendant could do with his mouth. Johnny’s cock was fully erect.

Remy was turned to face Johnny as he approached. JR opened the bathroom door and spoke, Come in? In his mind he clearly meant to extend an invitation, but his ears heard his own voice give a somewhat forceful directive, Come in!

Remy walked in first and stood with his back to Johnny. Johnny entered next, closed and locked the door. JR put his hands on the top of Remy’s hips and pushed his cock against Remy’s ass. Johnny had not thought about what sort of tryst they were to have. The space was too small for fucking, and Johnny concluded that Remy’s hole would have been too tight for his cock anyway, at least without a lot more time to get it loose. They didn’t have that much time. So, Johnny gently touched Remy’s face and turned him around. He leaned down to kiss Remy lightly on his lips and then offered the attendant a finger to suck.

Johnny used that finger to guide Remy so that he took a seated position on top of the toilet. He was now in an almost perfect position for fellatio. Johnny would have to point his cock downward, but just a bit.

Immediately Remy unbuttoned, unzipped, and lowered Johnny’s jeans. Within seconds JR’s hard cock was throbbing out in the open. Neither man spoke.

Remy put one hand at the very base of JR’s cock and with his free hand he nestled Johnny’s ball sack. He kept Johnny’s cock in position with his beautiful mouth.

Expertly, Remy teased the tip of JR’s foreskin with teeth and tongue. Then, as he moved his mouth back and forth over JR’s dick, he slowly moved the foreskin back as far as it would comfortably go to expose the bulging glans. With his left hand, at the cock’s base, Remy used thumb and index finger to circle and pull down on the cock skin so that the foreskin stayed back and out of Remy’s way. Indeed, Remy pulled the skin back just to the point of being painful.

Now, with the head of JR’s cock fully exposed, Remy attacked with gusto. To approach, he would slide the cock head into his mouth between tight, wet lips. He licked the frenulum with his tongue as the cock went in further. His lips kept firm, tight contact with the glans until pushing well past the sensitive raised rim of tissue just at the base of the head, the corona glandis. This area was the most sensitive part of JR’s body. Remy moved his lips to tease this area roughly before pulling back and then starting the in and out procedure all over again. The intense attention paid to this sensitive area produced extreme physical stimulation.

At first, Remy’s treatment of JR’s sensitive cock head was painful, but very soon the burn of pleasure overcame any discomfort. Remy’s hand at the base of Johnny’s cock did not allow the athlete to thrust forward. Unable to fuck face, or to have any control, only intensified the pleasure.

Remy was making slurping piggy sounds as he bobbed up and down on Johnny’s manhood. By now, Johnny was not just leaking pre-cum, it was oozing out of his piss slit. Remy slowed his assault on Johnny’s sensitive flesh long enough to savor a taste, but then he resumed sucking with a passion. They didn’t have much time.

Remy got off on knowing that the totality of this amazing sexy young stud, his will, his passion, his physicality, all his desires were now concentrated in this small, sensitive area, the head of his cock. And, this small, sensitive area was under Remy’s complete and total control. In a way, Remy had the essence of Johnny in his mouth. The strong, tall athlete was giving his entire self, his manhood to Remy. At that moment, Remy’s was the ruler of Johnny’s universe.

Till now, Johnny had kept his hands on his hips, but gradually, his breaths became more rapid and gasping. Remy could feel Johnny’s tummy muscles tighten and spasm, his ass checks pressed together putting pressure on his prostate cum pump. Johnny reached down to touch Remy’s face. He signaled that he was close.

If they had more time and privacy, the master, Remy, could have edged Johnny for hours. But now, they had no time for extended pleasure. Remy signaled with renewed sucking that he was ready to swallow.

Johnny released a controlled, quiet series of groans as he came, Uhhmmm, ahhh, ughhh, ughhh, ughhh, ughhh, ughhhhhhmmmm. Remy soon had almost 50 ml of cum in his mouth. It was like having three full tablespoons of thick, warm olive oil in the back of his throat. He swallowed as best he could while still sucking on Johnny’s erection. JR’s ejaculate tasted like mayo, almonds, sea salt, sage, and cumin. Remy showed no sign of easing up and Johnny was still throbbing hard. So, Remy removed his hand away from Johnny’s tummy and encouraged the tall athlete to fuck his mouth and throat.

Remy expertly allowed Johnny’s hard cock to slide down his throat till he had the entire 9 inches swallowed and his teeth were pressing aggressively into Johnny’s pubes. The downward angle of Johnny’s cock into Remy’s mouth was perfect for a deep-throat face fuck.

The animal part of Johnny’s 17-year old brain took over. He was like a stallion or a bull. It was all about the fuck and the primal urge to release seed. Remy kept his throat relaxed and breathed through his nostrils; he was holding tightly and roughly onto the back of Johnny’s knees. Remy was pulling his stud into him, surrendering his mouth and throat to the young alpha. Johnny looked down to see Remy looking up at him, gag tears streaming down his lovely checks. This sent JR way over the edge. Within seconds he wildly fucked several more tablespoons of cum almost directly into Remy’s stomach.

After pulling his cock out of the Sub’s throat, only then did Johnny begin to feel sensitive to Remy’s mouth, lips and tongue.

The entire exchange lasted only a matter of minutes, but that’s all the time they could afford. Remy helped JR pull up his underwear and jeans. He spoke softly, still in the glow of having serviced a young stud, You should go out first.

Johnny exited, positioning his bulge as he walked back to his seat.

Almost immediately, the Captain turned on the fasten-seatbelt signs. They were about 20 minutes from touch down. Johnny was wishing there had been more post-cum time and privacy. He wanted to hold Remy’s slight frame in his arms and kiss his face and give him gentle and loving attention. He didn’t like the idea of being a ‘fuck and dump’ guy.

As they stood to depart, Johnny held Tobias with one arm and his duffel with his free hand. James linked up with Jan and the foursome slowly exited the airplane. Johnny kept hoping for a moment with Remy, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then, just outside the aircraft, still in the jetway, Remy caught up with Johnny. He had Johnny’s hoody. Johnny stepped to one side so as not to block other passengers. He kept Tobias on one arm, but he dropped his duffel to gather Remy up in a hug. Remy. Remy, Johnny was relieved and emotional. He could have cared less about the hoody, he was just happy to have one last moment with Remy. Johnny pulled Remy’s face against his chest and stroked the back of his head. Remy pulled away gently and held out the hoody, The volleyball girls had it. I think they stuffed it full of panties and phone numbers. Johnny smiled and nodded. Remy advised, I put my number in there too.

2

Rainbow

(Friday, 28th May 2010)

11:12 A.M.

Albuquerque, New Mexico Airport (ABQ)

Four coaches stood shoulder-to-shoulder, like an island, facing the current of passengers moving toward them. They were looking for the one face that would arrive to impact so profoundly their future. Johnny could not yet see this welcoming committee, but there was only one way to go, and that was to follow the flow: forward.

The coaches stood shoulder to shoulder, left to right: Assistant Athletic Administrator Saxy Ford, 5’4’’, 120 lbs. (163 cm, 54 kg.) early 30’s, athletic and trim, she was showing a bit too much leg for her otherwise conservative business suit; next, there was the fierce Samoan first-year D-Line Coach, Koa Makoa (Mako or K), he was 6’, a muscular 240 lbs. (182 cm, 108 kg.) and he had the confident wide-footed stance of a warrior; next to Mako was Coach GQ, dressed to match his moniker, he was the tallest of the four and the oldest in his early 40s, (6’5’’, 190 lbs. - 195cm, 86 kg.). His face was calm and serene, handsome, his eyes were keen and penetrating; and to the far right, first-year assistant conditioning coach, Kyler Thomas Compton. Kyle was the youngest of this welcoming committee, just a smidge below 6’ tall, 110 lbs. (179 cm, 50 kg.) 23 years old, fit, but very lean, considered skinny by some. With the eye of an artist, Kyle was drawn to Johnny. Kyle’s eyes certainly had a favorite body type: tall, dark-skinned, masculine men. He was attracted to and excited by graceful forms and strong, physical, athletic movement.

The last waves of people from Johnny’s flight were pressing thru three revolving doors leading past security checkpoints. Exiting thru the doors, the flow of people moved toward and then parted on either side of the four-coach island.

Saxy to Mako, Is that our boy?

Mako, Johnny Anuenue (A-Nway-Nay)

Only Johnny’s handsome head was now visible as he approached the exits. He was surrounded by the circling gaggle of the volleyball team. The girls were seeing how many could go thru the revolving door at the same time with their young Champion.

Coach GQ, Is that him? He looks taller, thinner.

Saxy, loudly, looking back down the line of coaches, Is he limping?

Indeed, Johnny appeared to be dragging his left leg slowly. Even after exiting the revolving door, the girls’ team swarmed closer. Their near bare-bottoms were jiggling and bouncing, barely covered by their high-cut volleyball shorts. It appeared they were writing phone numbers on Johnny’s hands and arms, passing a felt-tip pen around, and they were pushing items into his jean’s pockets. One of the more precocious girls pushed the others aside to pull up Johnny’s t-shirt. This exposed his smooth, tan belly. Then, a small child came into view. Tobias, forbidden from being carried and forced to walk by Jan, he had sat instead upon Johnny’s left foot. He wrapped his arms around Johnny’s leg just below the knee cap. Johnny moved himself and the child carefully away from the discharge of the revolving door. The excited admirer was still trying to write on Johnny’s exposed abs.

The clinging boy had pulled down on Johnny’s jeans, so that now, his tummy was fully exposed from his nips down to his pubes.

Kyler had the best view of Johnny. His eyes locked first onto Johnny’s outside vertical abdominals which framed