Date: Fri, 25 May 2001 15:40:47 -0700 (PDT) From: D.Z. Subject: Boys in School chap. 11 DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL is a continuation of the story, Boys on the Farm, about two teen boys named David and Tristan. It is a story of discovery...what the boys learn about life, about themselves, and what it means to be gay. If sex between male teenagers is offensive to you or if you are underage then you should move on to something else. DAVID & TRISTAN--BOYS IN SCHOOL is a work of pure fiction -- the characters and the events do not represent any person or situation. Copyright (c)2001 by D.Z., all rights reserved. You may contact me by emailing ndman72@yahoo.com. PREFACE: More than a year ago in the preface of Boys in School Chapter 6 I included an email from a guy named Luke who wrote to tell me about his finding out that his best friend was gay. He described how surprised he was and how it confused their relationship at the time, but eventually he accepted the fact and continued their friendship. Luke specifically said that he had never entertained any thoughts of being gay himself, but he wanted to be loyal to his best friend. I remember how impressed I was and mentioned that everyone needs a friend like Luke. After my writing four additional chapters about the lives of Tristan and David, and more than a year later, I want to give you an update on what has happened in Luke's and Adam's lives. Like many others of my loyal readers, Luke has stayed in touch with me and he wrote this email to me not too long ago. By the way I want everyone to know I would never use someone's email in a preface without first getting their permission. Anyway, here's the latest from Luke after he and Adam gave me permission to share it with you-- "Wow D.Z. I thought it was kool how you added in the beginning of your story about the two college students found love together. We sure did. Adam and I are so much in Love now we share something very special together. I totally love Adam and it will never change. Love is a very powerful thing. A few months ago I wouldn't say that love can over power your feelings for another guy, but man I have always loved Adam as a friend. And now I have opened myself to him and it's a great feeling to love him and be loved by him without holding anything back. I have had relationships with girls before but they tell you that they love you but how do I know for sure when they play little games. Adam has always loved me and he shows it by caring for me in so many ways. Because of Tristan and Dave, Adam and I are great lovers. Please don't hurt the beautiful thing they have together. I feel like a part of their lives now - because of them I have found something beyond words to describe the love I have found. I feel totally great with Adam and he feels good with me. I Love my baby with so much unexplainable passion. I feel empty when he's not around. We are so happy now that we even kiss each other outside when we say goodbye like Tris and Dave do without even realizing who's around. It was very hard to accept that I am bisexual but I love Adam and I now can say that I can spend my life with him. I have decided to live my life with someone who can Love me with all his heart and share his life with me. He is totally devoted everything about himself to me. I love Adam both emotionally and sexually. He is my best friend and lover. I have never loved and cared for anyone ever in my life as much as I found with Adam. The story is great and I feel for Tris and Dave - I know first hand how hard yet fulfilling loving another man can be. Love, Luke and Adam." This is an absolutely true personal story! Love does indeed surmount the obstacles that are placed in its path. Luke took a while to realize that the love he needed to share with someone was waiting there all along in the form of his best friend, and now his lover, Adam. And wasn't it also wonderful to hear how happy they are together? I'm so glad for them...but I have to tell you that they had some bumps on their highway to happiness too. But now, the bumps they encountered in their journey are behind them and don't matter anymore. What might those bumps have been, you ask? Luke had to come to terms with the fact that he could truly love another boy fully and completely and indeed it wasn't easy for him to accept at first. But now he does accept it and expresses it to his lover Adam in all ways possible. True love wins again! Congratulations to the both of you, Luke and Adam! Although I don't do it in each chapter preface, I want to once again give the recognition that is due for the continual help and inspiration I receive from my writing partner, Eric Case. He's been there for me every week to talk to about writing and things in general. During my writing of this chapter Eric told me that he has taken into his home a gay teen who was beaten and kicked out by the boy's father. This heartbreaking reaction of family to a young man coming out is inexcusable. Time after time I have heard of this happening. Heart wrenching and difficult as it must have been, this young man has stepped away from a family who can't accept him for who he is into a new family which values and loves him. We cannot choose the family we are born to, but we can choose the "family" we hold dear to our hearts and share our lives and love with. This chapter is dedicated to that young man, another one named Lonnie, and also all gay men whose birth family rejected them when it was discovered they were gay. My character David is struggling with his fear of this very same thing happening to him in this chapter...so you will have to read further and see what David has to say about it. Wasn't that quite the cliffhanger I left you with last chapter? Hehe, several guys gave me heck for it too! So, here's what you've been so anxiously waiting for, the continuing story of David and Tristan and the people surrounding them in their lives together as lovers. BOYS IN SCHOOL--CHAPTER 11. SECRETS REVEALED. Brad Mills, the senior quarterback, stood there in the j.v. section of locker room with his mouth hanging half open as he stared at David and Tristan. Silence reigned as the three of them waited for someone, anyone, to snatch words out of the maelstrom of thoughts and emotions assaulting their awareness. David and Tristan could only stand there, staring back at Brad, their eyes wide open with fear and looking like deer trapped in the headlights of an onrushing vehicle. They both swallowed nervously, but neither spoke. Finally breaking the dire silence, Brad shook his head in disbelief and said, "I never would have guessed, Brandt, that I would find you kissing another guy. Maybe I would have guessed Cochran, but not you David. Shee-it, and it has to be your sister that I'm in love with." "It...it isn't what you think," David stammered as he cast a frightened glance towards Tristan. "Oh, really? You don't think I've got eyes or something Brandt?" Brad asked incredulously. "I watched you guys go at it for at least 15 seconds and I also could see both of you were serious about it--your peckers wanted to bust out of your pants! Does your sister know her brother is a faggot?" Brad asked bluntly. At those words, David let out a moan of anguish and his knees grew weak. He knew this was it...he was outed! He sunk down to sit on a bench and hunched over trying not break out into tears. He wasn't ready for this, not one bit! What was his old man going to do to him? What about the rest of the kids in the school? Would they be whispering about him and calling him all of the hateful names they label gay guys with like faggot, fairy, fudgepacker, and shit licker? His severe distress twisted his stomach into a painful knot and stole his breath. And then would the football team shun him? His life was over, he just knew it! At the sight of David's acute fear, Tristan's fear instantly turned into fury. "I would be really careful about what you say, Mr. hotdog Bradley Mills!" Tristan warned angrily, his fists clenched at his sides. "You say anything to anybody about us and we'll trash your reputation too! Don't forget we have something to tell on you too like how you can't hold yourself from jizzing in your own pants!" "At least I was with a girl when I did it!" Brad retorted defensively. "So you two don't deny it?" Seeing their faces Brad could see it was all true. "You really are gay then," he went on. "I fucking can't believe it." David looked up, his face white with fear. "You won't tell anyone, will you Brad? Please, my dad will go ape shit if he ever finds this out about me. I don't know what he'd do and I'm sooo afraid to find out. He'd probably beat on me then ship me off to some boot camp or kick me out. Brad, he hates gays with a passion!" "Well...." Brad was thinking fast. 'What should I do,' Brad thought to himself. 'What if I didn't say anything to anybody....and the team found out I knew....what would they think? Would they think I was gay too?' he worried. And then the next thought occurred to him. 'I've showered with these guys and was naked with them in the showers yesterday! And they could be checking out every guy on the football team every day!' "Well what?" Tristan demanded. "You think just because we're gay that we'll put the moves on you and everybody else on the team? Is that it?" "Yeah, now that you mention it, I was wondering exactly that," Brad admitted. "Brad, David and I are promised to each other. You don't have to worry about bending over in the shower or us looking at you with 'gay' thoughts because it ain't gonna happen. We have what we want and need in each other," Tristan said forcefully. "Is that right David?" Brad asked David's slumped over figure. David looked up with a haunted look still written over his face. "Yeah, he's right. He and I love each other and he's the only guy I'll ever touch that way. The rest of the team are normal guys and they'll never know any different from me, unless you tell them." Tristan jumped back into the conversation at that point. He had to know which side of fence Brad Mills was leaning towards. "So what it is gonna be, Brad? Are still going to be our friend, or now are you our enemy? If you are still our friend, you'll keep our secret and we'll owe ya for it. But if you tell on us, then you'd best be prepared for a world of shit because we aren't going down silently." "Hey, it's your sister I care about, David, and you've always been kewl with me," Brad said after a moment's thought. "As long as you don't involve me in anything that's 'gay', I guess I can keep it to myself." The grins of relief that greeted his statement told him just how much it meant to David and Tristan. Little did he know that the friendship and loyalty he gave to them this day would be repaid many times over in the future. "Thanks a lot," Tristan said and stuck out his hand. Brad looked at it and then up at Tristan, then grabbed in the kewl handshake that the guys were using - the light slap of palms and then a hook of the fingers. "No hugs, Cochran, from you, ever!" Brad warned. David stood up and did the same thing, sealing the pact the three boys had just made. "Awwww, and no kisses either?" David teased since he was giddy with relief. "Especially no kisses!" Brad stated emphatically. "Hey, I was just teasing ya," David said defensively, "no need to have a cow!" "Well hey yourself! It's not like I'm used to guys kissing guys, now am I?" David waved his hands in submission. "OK, OK. You made your point. But it's the way it is for me and Tris. So why did you come back?" "Oh that. I came in to see if you wanted a ride home. I was waiting outside for you to come out and I started to wonder if I had missed you leaving...and when I came in to check, ummmm, well there you guys were." "Yeah, here we are," Tristan said shaking his head up and down. "But I think I'll be going. Talk with ya later David, right?" Tristan looked into David's eyes as he said that, searching for any doubt or hesitation after this momentary crisis. David looked up at Tristan from where he sat on the bench, and smiled back at him. David's heart had stopped wanting to leap out his chest now and he stood up to reply, "Yeah, I'll call ya after a while...like we talked about, kay?" And then David turned to Brad. "Is that offer of a ride still open?" "Sure." David looked over at Tristan and back at Brad. How much of a friend was Brad going to be? David put it to the test. "Hey Brad, would you drop Tris off at his house?" "OK, but remember, no gay stuff!" "Well DUH!" Tristan said. "Why do you suppose we were doing it in here when we THOUGHT we were alone?" "And that wasn't so smart was it?" Brad fired back at him. "If you guys are ready to go, then let's go!" Shrugging his shoulders, David looked at Tristan and followed Brad outdoors to where his truck was parked. David climbed into the middle and carefully avoided touching Brad once he had taken the driver's spot. At least he didn't have to worry about avoiding casual contact with Tristan now that Brad knew their secret. They drove off in a cloud of dust left by the spinning tires of Brad's pickup as he spun out of the graveled parking lot at the rear of the school. They made small talk about football on the way to Tristan's house, discussing that day's practice. "Brandt, you really sucked today at practice. The coaches were on your ass the whole time," Brad remarked with obvious concern. "I know, don't remind me," David said with a sigh filled with regret. "Even if you guys are in love, you have to keep yourself in the game, David," Brad warned. "I want you to be the guy to take my spot on the varsity team next year but you have to keep your shit together!" "Yeah Brad, I appreciate that....and believe me, you aren't the only one that has told me that today. Don't worry, I've learned my lesson." "Good," Brad said as they turned towards Tristan's house. "Here we are, Tristan. Next time I give you a ride, don't talk so much," Brad teased. "Hey, no hard feelings?" Tristan asked. "Damn, how many times do I have to tell you guys - no gay stuff!" Brad said sounding and looking very serious before he grinned. All three boys burst into laughter and Tristan climbed out after giving David's hand a quick squeeze. They had been almost holding hands between them the whole trip, barely touching and knowing the other was there and that they were still together. Tristan turned and waved to them as the other two guys backed out of the driveway before turning to go into the house. Food and then cleaning up his room were the order of Tristan's priorities...right after stripping down to only a pair of baggy shorts so his monster could have some air! Brad and David headed in the opposite direction towards David's house next. They had barely gotten out of sight of Tristan's house before Brad threw a glance over at David. He didn't say anything. David noticed. He didn't say anything either. At a stop sign, Brad looked over at David again. "What?" David asked. "Huh?" "Why are you looking at me like that? You think I look different now or something?" "No, you look the same. I can't help but wonder about you and Tristan though. You guys really are boyfriends?" David sighed. "Yes, we really are boyfriends. You saw us, didn't you?" "Yup, sure did." "Well then, you know." "I guess so. I can't help but wonder." "Like what?" "About you guys. Being gay. Like having sex with another guy. You guys really do that?" he asked. David didn't say anything for a moment. "That's pretty personal stuff, Brad. Anything I tell you could be another nail in my coffin. If you tell anything or anyone I'm as good as dead cuz I know my dad will throw me out, disown me, and my life will never be the same." "I promise I won't tell anyone." "Oh sure. Not even Ashley?" "Nope, not even her." "I don't know if I should say anything. Like how do I know you really mean it?" David questioned. Brad pulled into the park and stopped before turning to look at David. "Like what do you want me to say, Brandt, to convince you I'm serious when I say I won't tell anyone?" David thought for a moment. He looked over at Brad and then said, "You have to swear a solemn oath." Brad jerked up a little in surprise. "An oath? Like what kind of oath?" "Just a little something that proves your sincerity, that's all. If you want me to trust you enough to tell you this stuff, you'll do it. Otherwise, I won't." To David it was that simple. Either Brad proved he was a true and loyal friend who could handle the fact that David and Tristan were gay, or there was no telling anything. "So what do you want me to say or do?" Brad asked with a slightly annoyed tone. "Hold up your left hand, then place your right hand over your crotch and cup yourself," David instructed. "What kind of bullshit is this?" Brad questioned. "Is this some kind of gay initiation or what?" "You want me to trust ya with my most secretest stuff or don't ya?" David fired back. "I asked, didn't I?" "Then repeat after me," David said seriously, "I, Bradley Mills, do solemnly swear on my honor and upon my manhood to keep secret anything to do with David and Tristan being boyfriends - or I forfeit all honor and my right to call myself a man should I break my oath." After an initial frown, Brad grinned, and repeated those words with David's prompting. "Now," Brad said, "spill the goods." David looked down and admitted, "Yeah, well, neither of us are virgins anymore." "Whoa! You took that thing of Tristan's up the rear? And you've done the same to him?" David nodded, looking down and then he glanced over at Brad to see Brad's reaction. He was ready to see disgust and revulsion on Brad's face. "And you really do love each other?" Brad continued to question, curiosity being the dominant emotion he displayed. "More than I know how to say in words," David admitted softly. "Tristan has so much heart and has so much love to share - you can't believe how wonderful it is to be loved by him. When we're together I feel like I'm complete and when we are apart, like now, I feel like there's a piece of me missing." Brad looked puzzled. "Missing," he repeated. "Yeah, like whenever I'm with him or picture him in my head, everything just feels right on so many levels...like I'm complete physically, emotionally, and spiritually." Brad sat there looking back at David with a thoughtful look on his face. "I think you've changed more than you realize. And its obvious you've really fallen for him." David spoke again. "Well, I guess I have changed from being a boy into more of a man, and yes, I've fallen for him. You know how the Wizard of Oz movie begins in black and white and then when Dorothy lands in the Land of OZ everything turns into beautiful colors?" he asked. "Yeah, I guess so," Brad looked to the side thinking back, "but it's been a long time since I've seen it." "Well, that's how it feels to me. Before falling in love with Tristan and being 'gay' I lived my life in shades of black and white. Now, with Tristan as my boyfriend, I feel so much more alive and there's a richness and color in my life that I never could have had otherwise." "Not even with a girl?" Brad asked in amazement. "Not even with a girl," David said after some hesitation. "I think I could have sex with a girl and everything, but it would still be like I'm holding something back inside...not being entirely true to my real self. Why can't more straight people just accept the fact that gay people are born that way and not hate them?" "I dunno. I didn't know anyone before you that was gay and so I didn't understand...I'm still trying to understand why you would want to be gay." "Brad, I didn't WANT to be gay. It's not like I had a choice to be gay - the choice I had was to either be myself or not and whether to let it out to anyone. I fought it for a long time before I could admit it to myself and let Tristan love me and love him in return." Brad shifted in his seat. "Oh. See, I didn't know that before. I've always heard that gay people choose to be that way. And then you see those weirdo's who dress like women and hear about the guys who go around flashing people and molesting kids." "I'm not like that Brad! I am not now nor will I ever be. Would you want to be judged by the fringes of behavior found in the so-called 'straight' population? Besides, if society was more accepting of gays, I think there would be much less screwed up behavior from gays who have been warped by feelings of shame and guilt because our culture says there is something 'wrong' with them," David said with some heat. "Whoa! Simmer down there David," Brad said rather defensively. "I'm not the one to be mad at here. I am trying to understand and to be the friend who you made swear an oath. I did it and I'm behind ya, so don't get all hot and bothered, OK?" "Uh, sorry. I guess I got going cuz we were talking about it. It makes me so mad because people aren't fair to gays. Look at all the kids who are beat up by their so-called friends if not hounded into suicide. And what about the kids whose parents beat them, call them every foul name in the book, and then kick them out? Why would anyone ever deserve to be treated like that when all they want is someone to love them for who they are - the way they were born?" David said with a passion. "I am really scared about what my dad would do to me if he found out...that's why I need you to keep my secret," David wound up his impassioned and uncharacteristic speech, looking at Brad with almost desperate appeal evident on his face. Brad took his hands off of his steering wheel finally and nodded his head before patting David's knee with his right hand. "I promised, didn't I? I keep my word, David. I always do." "Thanks, Brad. You're a stud. Now, can we go to my place? I'm really tired and all I want to do is hit the sack." "Yup. Sure can." In no time they were at David's and Brad turned his full attention to his girlfriend, David's sister Ashley. David was glad of that and all he had to do was put his head on his pillow before he was out like a light. ********************* As far as David and Tristan could tell, Brad kept his promise. Football practice the next several days went normally, if you could call them that. The coaches were determined to whip the kids into a competitive condition, both physically and mentally. They pushed the entire team very hard, allowing no excuses for errors. Brad and David, as quarterbacks, were in command of the offensive squads and they worked hard to perfect the plays they intended to score with. Brad was often seen with David as they discussed the finer points of executing the plays they would call. Brad had two younger brothers so he was accustomed to taking younger guys under his wing you might say. Besides David ate up the attention and support that Brad so willingly provided. Few sophomores would turn down the enhanced stature imparted when they have a senior with Brad's status as an interested backer. And it was none other than Brad Mills, the star quarterback stud who had the prettiest and most popular cheerleader as his girl friend! Whatever the reason behind David's vastly improved performance as j.v. quarterback, it was obvious that David was determined not to repeat the fumbling display of incompetence the second morning of practice. Tristan was almost David's shadow at football practices. If David was to be found, you could be sure to find Tristan nearby. Tristan wasn't clingy or protective towards David's interactions with others, and he was respected for his hard work to become something other than a rookie. Nobody suspected that David and Tristan were boyfriends in love....except Brad and he knew for certain. Brad always gave both boys a ride home after practice and Brad would wink at them whenever he saw them squeeze each other's hands before parting. It was the end of their second week of practice. School was starting on Monday. To say that the level of anticipation in the boys was high would be a vast understatement. Tonight was the opening game of the season and then the big football game between the cross-town rival schools was just over a week away. Not only did David and Tristan have the honor of their school at stake in this game, but they played for a significantly higher set of personal stakes. They had made a bet with Jason and Chris, their closest (and gay) friends over the outcome of the game since Jason and Chris both played for the other j.v. team. In a moment of typical teen braggadocio, they had bet their pubic hair on the outcome of the game. They decided that the winners got to shave the losers during a campout they planned to have the following weekend during teacher's convention. Indeed, these were some high stakes they were playing for and both pairs of boys were determined to be the winners! Besides, how would they explain the fact they lost their pubes to the rest of their teammates afterwards in the locker rooms? But right at the moment today they had to worry about their opening football game against the Teddy Roosevelt Roughriders from a nearby town. The Roughriders were rated #3 in the conference while their own team, the Saints, were rated #5. However, the coaches made light of the ratings. Coach Anderson said the ratings by the media were based upon last year's performance and upon the abilities of the returning varsity players. He reminded them that the Roughriders had graduated the core players from their team and that they were now a team that lacked varsity experience, unlike their own team under the quarterbacking of Brad Mills who was the starting quarterback all last year. "If, and that is if, you guys play up to your potential, we'll walk away with at least a 14 point spread over the Roughriders," Mr. Anderson predicted. "But the offensive squad will have to execute the plays we've been drilling and the defense will have to penetrate their line and shut down their passing game. They are a team that likes to pass so we need to be prepared to shut those pass plays down." All of those things were discussed during Friday morning's light practice. They warmed up, doing a few exercises, and then the coaches stepped the team through their plays one more time. Afterwards were the motivating talks and the team left the practice field fired up and confident they could kick some Roughrider ass! The mood inside the locker room was boisterous as the boys stripped off their practice clothes...protective gear wasn't required since they were told that it wouldn't be necessary but instead to make sure it was all ready to go for tonight's game. David, Tristan, and Drew had become a trio of friends as hung out together on and off the practice field. Drew sensed the closeness of the two boys which he attributed to them being best friends. "Hey Drew!" Tristan asked as the three of them walked back into the locker rooms after practice ended. "Are you going to the dance after tonight's game?" "Yup, sure am. Are you guys?" Drew asked in return. "Of course," David answered from Tristan's other side. "Wouldn't miss it." "So are you taking a date?" Drew asked. David threw a glance over a Tristan and didn't answer as he opened and held the outside door of the school for the other two boys. Tristan caught the glance and nonchalantly said as they entered the school building, "Nah, we're not taking any girls. We plan on going stag and having some fun. What about you? Have a date lined up?" "Uh uh." "What, a great looking guy like you can't get a date?" Tristan asked with surprise as they entered the locker room. "Not with the immature bunch of giggly girls in our class. Hell, the older women fall all over me - I can tell they want my body real bad," Drew explained with a shrug. "Besides, remember I told ya I'm not looking to get hooked up with another chick." "Oh yeah, you thought you were gonna be a daddy last summer, didn't you?" David remarked over the noise of the other boys talking and laughing in the locker room. "Bet your ass I did. It was a time of pure hell for me. She dumped me after her parents found out her and I were going out and having sex," Drew explained with a sad look on his face. "Do you ever see her now - are you friends yet?" Tristan asked, stopping in front of his locker and fiddling with the lock while he looked over at Drew. Drew sat down and began taking off his shoes and glanced up at Tristan as he answered, "Not a chance, Tristan. Her daddy is one of the richest guys in the state and I would never to good enough to be seen with his spoiled bitch of a daughter." "Whoa, listen to you man! Then why did you get involved with her if you think so little of them?" David asked as he pulled his towel out of his locker. Drew turned to look at David, his arms crossed in front of him ready to pull his T-shirt off. "I was too young and dumb to know better. I thought maybe it didn't matter any more. Well, I was wrong and I learned the hard way," he said with some bitterness. "Besides, if some flashy, older rich girl hustled your ass and took you for rides in her Mustang and bought you little presents, you would have liked it too." "No doubt, dude," Tristan agreed with him as he took off his shirt. "And so how did you lose your virginity?" "Like every guy does, I fucked her." Drew said standing up and pulling his shirt off to reveal a torso with abs that rippled as he moved and rounded pecs capped with darker brown nipples. Tearing his gaze from Drew's body to look at his amazingly blue eyes, Tristan plowed ahead with his desire to find out what it was like for a guy's first time with a girl. "Like where did you do it?" "In her car. She liked to go out for 'drives' and after a couple of times of driving out to secluded spots and making out she got tired of waiting for me to make a move. So she stuck her hand down my pants - then I had my hands in her pants and it got both of us real hot." "Whoa!" Tristan exclaimed as he stood there listening. His cock was wanting to swell majorly and so he didn't want to drop his drawers just yet. David interjected, "Then what?" David had his shorts off by this time and was standing there in only his jock. Out of the corner of his eye Tristan could tell David was affected by conversation too by the more pronounced bulge David was showing. "We took off each other's clothes and we did it in the back seat of her car." "So was that it then? You only did it once?" Tris asked. "Sheeee-it no! That girl wanted it all the time. We fucked like rabbits every day from then on for more than a month. She couldn't get enough of this," Drew said as he pointed down to his semi-hard dick pushing out against the confines of his jock. "She said it was the biggest of any she'd had and that she never came like she did with me." "Any she'd had?" Tristan burst out laughing. "Yeah," David laughed too. "Like how many was that?" "Ummmm, I think she said I was number seven." Then he laughed bitterly. "Yeah, lucky seven. Then came the big blowup. She told me she thought she was pregnant." "Oh oh." David went. "So then what happened?" Tristan asked. "She was really upset and blamed me for not wearing a condom. Like how dumb was she? She told me not to worry about it when I asked her earlier about getting pregnant. So anyway, she told her folks and they insisted on meeting me." Drew hung his head and flushed. His cheeks still burned from the memories of that day. "Not so good, huh?" Tristan said as he put his hand on Drew's shoulder. "No, it wasn't good. It was terrible. Her old man went ballistic on me. He called me bad names and reamed her out for fucking around with someone like me. Then he told her that she wasn't going to keep the baby - that there was no way she was going to be the mother of a black bastard's baby. "Oh man, what an asshole!" Tristan exclaimed quietly. David put his hand on Drew's other shoulder and asked softly. "So, was she really pregnant or was it a false alarm?" "I never did find out for sure...but she went away then for a couple of weeks and when she came back she acted like she didn't know me. She wasn't pregnant either. What I think is that she had an abortion and they killed my baby. I don't know for sure, but I think that's what happened." Drew rubbed his face with both of his hands before looking up at the two boys with reddened eyes. "Awwwww, that's really the pits dude!" David said softly to him as he squeezed his shoulder. "Yeah, we really feel for ya man," Tristan agreed as he lightly rubbed the skin of Drew's bare back. His fingers tingled as he touched Drew's warm skin. It felt the same as David's tho...only Drew had a permanent sun tan. Sucking in a shuddery sigh, Drew shook his head abruptly and said as he stood up, "That's when I swore off girls and sex until I find the exact right one so that I never have to go through that again." Looking at both David and Tristan he said, "Look, I've never told anyone about my secret stuff, so would ya keep it to yourselves?" "Sure, dude," David said right away. "Yeah, we promise," Tristan seconded quickly. "Yeah, it's no wonder you've sworn off girls - but right now I'm going to the showers," David agreed and then he shucked off his jock in one fluid motion. He knew he was pudged a little, but figured no one really knew for sure....except Tristan. And sure enough, Tristan noticed right away and smiled on one side of his mouth at him. David grinned back self consciously and then took off for the showers, his very cute butt on display. But only Tristan knew how wonderful that cute ass of David's really was! Tristan and Drew still had a problem with their unruly cocks...and they both hesitated to finish stripping. Then Tristan figured, "what the hell" and slipped his jock down while facing his locker before picking up his towel to shield his partial arousal. The fact of his arousal was evident by the size and heavy swinging of his cock as he moved. "Day-am," he remarked as if he was talking to himself, "all this talk about sex stuff has woken up my one-eyed monster," and then he glanced over at Drew out of the corner of his eye. Drew couldn't put his finger on why exactly but he knew his secret was safe with Tristan and David. Drew wished he had a friend to whom he could be as close to as David and Tristan were to each other. And the way those guys were so at ease with each other and with him, and the way they included him in their friendship filled a real void inside. For Tristan to mutter and admit out loud for Drew's ears only about getting turned on by their talk was one more proof of the growing bonds of trust and friendship. "Yeah man, I can tell," Drew snickered as he dropped his own jockstrap to free his elongated snake. "It looks like we both need a cold shower to cool these bad boys down," he added. "Bad boys," Tristan repeated and then he laughed delightedly. "Yeah, Bad Boys! That's us! We're the Bad Boys!" Tristan grabbed his towel and grinned at Drew. "Ready to take our bad boys to the showers, bud?" "Yup. Go ahead. I'll bring up the rear." Tristan giggled and mock threatened, "Oh no, you don't. Don't even dream about putting that thing of yours up my rear." "Sheeee-it man, I already told ya I fuck girls, not boys," and then Drew grinned back at him, his perfect white teeth gleaming. "Too bad for you," Tristan teased back. "Just take your bad boy and go," Drew instructed and shooed Tristan with his hands. Tristan bit off the next retort realizing he was on thin ice. He turned and walked over to the showers ahead of Drew, both boy's thickened endowments gave real meaning to the term "swinging dicks". There was hardly a guy in the locker room that didn't catch a glimpse of their displayed virility and experience a twinge of jealousy. The cool water of the showers soon enough quenched their smoldering itch for a full blown erection and the discharge of some stored up teen cream. They finished their showers and dried off in a more normal fashion after David began frowning over the display they were putting on. When they reached their lockers his pointed comment of, "Why don't you two put those THINGS of yours away," caught the attention of a few guys around them. In particular they were surreptitiously being watched by a guy whose locker was on the other end of the row named Chuck Isaacs. He had been very aware of the display of their male attributes and was highly uncomfortable with it. As usual he had quickly pulled up his whitie tighties to cover the stubby cock of his that always was sticking straight out about 2 inches from underneath a thatch of red hair. He overheard David's admonishment and as a consequence he was quick to add his two cents worth. "Yeah, stop showing off your degenerate donkey dicks," Chuck scolded them and that began a raucous outburst that escalated rapidly. "What's your problem Chuck?" Drew taunted as he stood there naked with his hands on his hips, unabashedly flaunting his nude genitals at Chuck. "Maybe it's because you're jealous....or maybe it's because that lily white boy dick of yours has a problem with wanting to stand up and salute when it's around some real men, huh?" "No way! It's you that's the disgusting showoff who walks around with a pudgy! It's a sin! Put it away, put it away!" he exclaimed as he waved with his hands in an outward motion. Chuck was a conservative fundamentalist Christian and this blatant display of prime man muscle and lack of modesty was wrong according to the views he had been taught. By now the obvious difference being expressed between the two boy's views of socially acceptable mores had caught the attention of most of the guys in the locker room. Drew shot right back at him, "That's not what yo momma said last night to me when she wanted more as I was slipping my pudgy bad boy to her!" The onlooking boys burst into laughter at Drew's outrageous assertion. Chuck replied in an acidic tone, "Yeah, right. My mom would never do that. Your momma might have loose morals and love dark meat but neither of MY parents would violate their marriage vows made to the Lord and sink into sin and impure behavior." Dead silence greeted those words of deliberate insult and implied racism. All eyes turned to Drew for his reaction. Drew looked back at Chuck, his hands still on his hips and calmly said to him, "My parents love each other and are faithful too Chuck. But I'll tell you what. I'll do you a big favor here. After the homecoming dance and you take your girl someplace for some real fun, make sure its dark so we can trade places, and I'll satisfy her for you, cause we all knooow that glorified pissing pink thing you've got's can't be much fun for your girlfriend." The entire locker room was listening to their exchange of insults by this time and the boys roared with laughter in appreciation of Drew's quick comeback. Chuck's face was flushed with suppressed ire. The only thing he could think of to do was to threaten divine retribution. "The Lord God will surely send you to hell for your lustful and impure thoughts." Drew laughed. "I'm real worried there Chucky." He then added, "I guess you're what they meant when they invented the expression 'all thumbs' huh?" "What's that supposed to mean?" Chuck spat back at him. "If you mean my cock is the size of my thumb, you are way wrong!" "It doesn't seem to look any different to me...besides, how the hell would you know anyway Chucky?" Drew said sarcastically. "You probly wouldn't know what to do with that pink little thingie of yours if you ever did allow it to get hard once in your life. Sheeee-it, you probly take cold showers all the time with that virgin teeny weenie of yours so you can keep it from exploding from all that pent-up jizz. I bet you even think it's a sin to jack off." And then Drew reached down and hefted his meat in his cupped hand. "This bad boy of mine needs draining regularly." The collective locker room sucked in a breath and held it. Drew was openly talking about something that no boy usually spoke about openly and never out loud. Drew continued as he bounced his meat a couple of times, "And one way or another I make sure he gets drained." Then he grinned a big smile and pumped his hips a couple of times. The place exploded with noise. The catcalls and cheers of the other boys reverberated off the walls, drowning out Chucky's feeble attempts at a suitable rejoinder. When the noise finally died down Chuck flung his last insult. "At least I don't play with myself in public!" "Oh, so you do admit to playing with yourself? Well then that must make you a sinner too. I could keep up this battle of wits with you all day, Stubby, I mean Chucky, but you're grossly ill-equipped and unarmed, so why dontcha leave?" His face flaming in embarrassment, Chuck shut up and left in a huff. He finally realized he wasn't ever going to match Drew Andrews in a battle of wit and words. The roaring laughter of all the rest of the guys there heaped injury to insult. From that point on, Chuck Isaac despised Drew Andrews and his two friends, Tristan Cochran and David Brandt. Somehow, he would see that they paid for humiliating him and get some of God's punishment that they so obviously deserved for their degenerate behavior! Everyone left talking about the verbal duel between Drew and poor Chucky. They were in awe of Drew's self-confidence, his obvious masculinity, and his wit. No one else would have dreamed of standing up to Chuck Isaacs and his moral judgements while standing in front of him completely naked. From that day on, all the boys in the school called Chuck Isaacs "Stubby" behind his back and Drew Andrews was THE STUD of his class. Laughing, Drew high-fived both David and Tristan as he went about getting dressed. Soon his private parts were all well hidden in Drew's boxer briefs and baggy pants. Tristan and David had finished dressing while the insults were flying back and forth so they waited for Drew. The three boys left soon afterwards laughing and repeating Drew's witticisms amid bursts of laughter. "See you bad boys later," Drew joked as he was about to head in the direction of home. Tristan giggled. "Yeah, we're the bad boys all right." Then he pumped his hips and announced, "And my bad boy needs draining really baaaaaaad!" By the time he finished speaking he was giggling so hard he could barely stand up. David couldn't help himself, he had to laugh at Tristan's infectious giggling. But the idea of helping Tristan drain his bad boy wasn't all that 'bad' an idea cuz he knew his could use some draining too. They hadn't done anything along those lines all week since their all nighter that made him so sore! He kneed Tristan in the butt and told him, "Let's get going here funny boy. Remember, we have to get back to your house so you can get your chores done." Tristan quit his giggling and looked at David in surprise. "My chores?" David winked at him. "Oh yeah! My chores! Yeah, see ya later there Drew! We're gonna kick some Roughrider ass tonight, right?" "You got that right my man!" Drew exclaimed. "See you two dudes tonight!" as he held his hand up for another slapping round of high fives. Drew left then, striding away with his typically loose and jaunty stride. "Whoa, that Drew was really something else in the locker room today," David remarked as they headed in the opposite direction. "Yeah, he sure put Chucky, I mean Stubby, in his place," Tristan giggled. "Well, Chuck should have kept his big mouth shut. But now I'm afraid old Chucky and Drew are never going to get along," David said seriously as they walked together towards Tristan's' house. "So what," Tristan replied blithely. "Who cares about Stubby? I sure don't." "You should," David said seriously. "Didn't you see how mad he was at all three of us? I saw how he looked at us just before he left and it wasn't pretty." "Wait a sec - we didn't do anything," Tristan said defensively. "It doesn't matter...we were with Drew and we're his friends. I wouldn't be surprised if Chuck hates us too. And remember, you were parading around with a flopping big dick just like Drew was. That poor boy is so screwed up the only thing he knows how to do is to hate someone who is different than he is." "You've got that right! That Chucky definitely is one screwed up kid," and then Tristan changed the subject. "Hey David, I don't have any chores to do at home. What were you trying to say there a minute ago?" "You can be so dense sometimes Tristan!" David teased. "Don't you want to get drained?" David laughed. "It sure looked like you needed it to me a bit earlier there in the locker room!" "Day-am! Now you're talking! Come on man, let's get a move on here!" and Tristan picked up the pace considerably as they nearly ran the rest of the way back to his house. Once there they burst into the house, hurriedly kicked slipped off their shoes and rushed into Tristan's bedroom, leaving the bedroom door wide open. "Get naked babe, cuz I'm ready for some serious loving," Tristan urged as he stripped off his shirt. "Not so fast there Tris-dude, leave your undies on cuz I wanna unwrap my present!" and David laughed. It was amazing how David was really starting to open up and get comfortable with being boyfriends and making love to each other. Tristan giggled and looked at him with wide open eyes. "It's so kewl that you said that to me," Tristan breathed with a catch in his throat. "I love you so much, babe," he continued and he pulled David into a full body embrace as their lips connected. Their tongues probed each other's mouths as they held each other tightly. Their male organs were full and pulsing with the erotic drumbeats of their hearts especially after David had both of his hands down Tristan's undies, first his hands cupping Tristan's rear cheeks, then in the front and freeing Tristan's pole as he slowly worked Tristan's underwear down to expose Tristan's manhood. David sunk slowly to his knees in front of Tristan, his fingertips tracing a path of heightened arousal down Tristan's bare torso. He slipped Tristan's boxers off completely before his fingers lingered in Tristan's dark and curly pubes and then he leaned his nose into them breathing in deeply. "I love the way you smell down here," he said as he did so. "It always lights my fires to smell you there," he admitted looking up with a devilish grin and then with two fingers he lifted Tristan's heavy cock that was bouncing in synch to his heartbeat and lightly kissed it on the end. "Ooooh, that's it babe," Tristan sighed in rapture. "You light my fires no matter what you do." He knew what was coming....David was going to make oral love to his monster and he knew from experience what that would bring. First David sucked lightly on the glans, his tongue probing the slit there and lapping up the precum juices that had started to seep. Then came a tongue bath where David washed every part of Tristan's prodigious cock until it was wet and shiny, pausing to nibble and suck on the bulbous end to obtain more love nectar as he milked out every last drop he could get before returning his attentions to Tristan's throbbing man muscle. All the while David was busy on Tristan's meat, Tristan's fingers were curled in David's silky blonde hair and Tristan hummed a continuous moan of rapturous pleasure. David's fingers were busy too, stroking and lightly pulling Tristan's treasure sack with its family jewels inside, stretching the wrinkled skin into a smooth and relaxed state. There was a purpose to that because David loved to take Tristan's low hangers, as he called them, into his mouth one at a time and suck on them. Tristan would hiss with the heightened awareness his jewels would be left with when David did that. They would pulse and ache with the insistent fact of his need to empty his twin reservoirs of teen cream. "Hey Tris, time for a 69, don't you think?" David said as he looked up into his lover's face and rubbed Tristan's fat 8" over his face, smearing precum over his lips and chin. The sensation caused by that new move of David's caused Tristan to shudder in ecstasy. He moaned, "Oh yeah, babe, I'm waaaaay ready for ya. I want you to bury your bone in my mouth and squirt your cream at the same time I'm like draining my badaaaaad boy!" And then he giggled anew at the thought of what Drew had instigated less than an hour ago in the locker room. They moved as one person the bed and stretched out in the classic 69. Tristan went right to work on David's cock, beginning his foreplay in his favorite way, gathering David's foreskin and nibbling it when he wasn't sucking David's precum through it. Only after he tired of teasing that original equipment of David's that he, Tristan, was lacking did Tristan move on to the main event and get serious about taking David's entire bone and doing some serious lip and tongue action. What really drove David wild was the way Tristan would hum and coo with his throat sending the vibrations rippling through David's sensitive love rod. David couldn't help it - he was sure his cock was going to blow his nuts right out the end within the next 30 seconds and he wasn't ready to blast out his load that soon. He yanked his cock out of Tristan's mouth and laid there on the bed panting as he used every drop of will power he had remaining in him to keep from spewing a load all over. "Is something wrong? Didn't you like it?" Tristan asked with a touch of hurt in his voice. "OH MY GOD TRISTAN!" David panted. "It was so awesomely intense I thought my cock was going to absolutely burst! But, I didn't want it to be over so fast. Let me do you for a bit and let things calm down on my end a bit, kay?" "Sure - sounds good to me!" Tristan smiled a heart-melting smile back his Davie-babe. David's goal was to take as much as he possibly could of Tristan's pole this time. He wanted to be able to do the same for his Tris-dude that Tristan did every time he took David's cock into his mouth. It was too easy for Tristan to take David's entire thingie in and effortlessly drain him dry. David opened his mouth as wide as it could go and began to concentrate on sinking down on Tristan's fat pole further and further. All too soon Tristan's meat was pushing at the back of David's throat, knocking on his front door so to speak. "Holy crap David!" Tristan said incredulously. "You've never taken that much - you don't have to try so hard. You're fine - don't worry about it." David backed off long enough to say with determination, "I want to - just let me try, OK?" "Yeah, sure...no complaints from me babe! Go for it then!" David went right back to where he was - more than half ways down Tristan's throbbing cock. He kept bobbing trying to drive that pole in and bumping the back of his mouth. It took some serious will power to keep from gagging the way he was doing this. Somehow he had to get lined up so his throat was more straight in line. Shifting around he soon had himself stretched out alongside Tristan with his head bent back. And then it happened! David concentrated on relaxing his throat and just like that Tristan's meat slid all the way in and blocked his breathing! Panicking slightly he pulled back so he could breathe, finding the spot where his airway would open again. There! He had it! He found the way it could work and slid Tristan's fat pole completely in on the next stroke! He did it! He had his nose buried in Tristan's pubes and had taken all of Tristan's cock! Tristan groaned a long moan of sensuous rapture as David worked Tristan's supercharged cockhead in and out of his throat. David's throat was giving him the most exquisite sensations - entirely different from any other style of lovemaking they had accomplished thus far! He couldn't help it - his hips began to pump his fully engorged and achingly full cock into David to the hilt repeatedly. His impending orgasm built urgently and before he knew it was upon him. A half scream ripped its way out of his throat as his prostate convulsed mightily while Tristan buried his monster down David's throat. "Eeeeeeee-owwwwwwwwwwww, yowwwwwwwwwwww, Yowie!," Tristan screeched as he joltingly fired three jets of his teen cream directly down David's throat before David pulled back and gasped in another lungful of air. In the meantime Tristan was depositing the remaining squirts of his tangy teen cream on David's tongue as he shuddered through the remainder of his climax. When David started sucking him dry Tristan pulled away quickly exclaiming, "Oh man Davie, I can't take any more right now, he's waaay too sensitive!" "I take it from all that noise you were making that you really liked it this time?" David asked with a mischievous grin. "Oh my God David!" Tristan exclaimed in wonderment. "I can't believe you took my whole thing....it was so incredibly intense!" He kissed David on the lips with each phrase, "I thank you, my monster thanks you, and my balls thank you!" They giggled together over that and then Tristan pulled David back for a real kiss and it was then Tristan tasted his own distinctive cum flavor in David's mouth. "Hey babe, you still haven't had a chance to get drained," Tristan giggled softly. "So what do you want me to do for ya? You can do it any way you want," he let David know with a half smile. "I want you to do what you were doing earlier," David grinned back, "only this time we're not gonna stop when I'm ready to shoot, kay?" "That's fine by me," Tristan said as he slid his way down David's chest and belly to find David's buddy still hard and dripping. He slurped up the mostly tasteless cock drool and soon had David writhing beneath him in sensual delight, all the while his fingers were playing with David's balls and fingering David's clenching pucker. Very soon David's hairless balls were pulling up tight to David's shaft and getting primed to cut loose with their tangy teen juice. That wasn't the only way Tristan could tell David was getting close to shooting, the bucking of David's hips and the gasps he was making were also solid clues. "Heeeeere it cums!" David gasped out as the first mighty pulse of semen flew out of David's love rod and splashed against Tristan's tonsils. Several more spurts of semen joined the first one, filling Tristan's mouth with David's delicious boy sauce. Tristan savored the taste of the boy he loved with his entire being and held it in his mouth as he slid his way back up David's body. Wordlessly Tristan leaned in for a kiss and as their mouths opened, he fed David his own cum. When they broke their kiss, Tristan giggled softly and said, "I thought I would share some with ya, babe, so ya could learn how your stuff tastes." "You always manage to surprise me with something, you know that?" David growled at him in mock anger. "Yeah, my plan is to keep you on your toes babe. Nobody ever accused me of being boring," Tristan laughed. "So what do you think? Does yours taste different from mine?" David smacked his lips and thought for a second. "Yup, it does a little. Can't say exactly how, but there is difference. And next time I'm gonna do the same to you and give you a mouthful of your own stuff to taste!" he warned. "Go right ahead! Maybe I'll be saving some of yours so we can mix it and then we can swallow each other's together. Now wouldn't that be a real live love potion," Tristan said thoughtfully. Then he snuggled in close to his Davie-babe and they engaged in the touching and light stroking of each other's bodies they had come to enjoy since the very beginnings as lovers at the farm. They savored those times of togetherness when they could be naked together, merging their bodies and souls and sharing the love they felt. To Tristan, being naked with David both physically and emotionally was the most natural and desirable condition he could be in. They spent a blissful morning of togetherness before David had to head home, their bonds of deep love renewed once again through the sharing of their bodies and whisperings of their love, dreams, hopes, and fears. ******************** It was only hours later that the three boys were standing in front of their lockers once more, this time donning all of their football gear in preparation for their opening game against the Teddy Roosevelt Roughriders. Only this time their privates were being much better behaved, especially since they had drained some of the excess fluids earlier. And yeah, Chuck was there too and dressed with his back turned to those "bad boys". David was pumped up and all hyper. He bounced on his toes while waiting for Tristan for finish with the final steps of pulling up his pants and tying the strings and then putting on his shoes. "Come on Tris, hurry up a little," David urged. "I want to scope out that other team." "Yeah, I'm ready to kick Roughrider ass, aren't you Cochran?" Drew rumbled in a very low voice and then flashed a gleaming white smile before he laughed. "There, I'm ready you guys so don't wet your panties," Tristan defended himself as he stood up from tying his shoes. "Bad boys don't wear panties....they just let it aaaallll hang out," Drew joked, "but you wouldn't know that, would ya now COCK-ran." "Hey you two, get your minds out of the gutter and into the game!" David scolded. "Let's get out there and start warming up." He led the way out of the locker room, bumping other players and slapping hands as he went. He was one charged-up, football-loving teen jock! Tristan followed the other two, admiring the view of their tight ass cheeks packed into those white football pants. It was all he could do to keep his hands off David's hot little ass and cop a feel of Drew's whole wheat buns. Once outside the locker room David was all business. Winning football games was a badge of personal honor to David and he became entirely focused on what it took to win. He studied the other team's interactions during warm-up, noting the size of their players and potential threats from the other team as he built his sense of game awareness. He walked up to Brad Mills and they talked quietly about what they saw in the other team, David listening to Brad's comments about the abilities of the veteran Roughrider players. The only thing that surprised him was Brad Mills giving him a slap on the ass telling him to go get them as the j.v. game was nearly ready to begin. Brad smiled and winked at him when David shot a startled glance over his shoulder as he ran over to where Coach Anderson was gathering the j.v. team. David played a brilliant j.v. game, alternately passing the ball and then executing running plays in accord with how he read the field. There was no time they didn't have the lead in scoring and finished the game with a score of 21 to 7. Tristan played a solid majority of the game as well, sticking to David like glue and there was only one time the opposing team got to David while he had the ball before throwing his pass. As they ran off the field afterwards, David gave Tristan a swat on the ass and high words of praise for the job he did. "Tris, you did a great job out on the field. Nobody could have done a better job watching my back than you did." Naturally, Tristan wanted to kiss him at that moment, and had to content himself with flashing his Davie a delighted grin full of love and pride. "It was your quarterbacking that won us the game, David," Tristan praised his lover-boi as they walked together. "Nah, everyone had a job to do and they did like they were supposed to. Especially Drew boy here," David said as Drew came sauntering cockily up to them. "Who you calling 'boy', white boy?" Drew said and stuck his face into David's in a macho display of feigned anger. "I am, BOY!" David went right back at him nose to nose. "Ain't you learned you never call us black folks 'boy'," Drew persisted, staring eyeball to eyeball with David. "Oh, is that right?" David asked him as he lipped right back at him with his fists planted on his hips. "Just what then am I supposed to call you then, STUD?" "Now that's more like it," Drew laughed, breaking the tension in their mock fight. "Too bad I don't have a herd of mares for me to breed. I could go for some breeding right about now." "Yeah, but if you want to see a majorly real horse cock doing some breeding you have to go to David's farm," Tristan interjected in a loud whisper into Drew's ear as he stood along side of Drew. "His grandpa has a stud horse named Ace that we watched breed some mares while we were there this summer and the fucking cock on that horse was this long," and Tristan stretched his hands out and indicated about three feet. "It was humungous!" Tristan whispered in awe. "You have a farm with horses and everything?" Drew turned back to look at David in amazement. "Yeah, but actually it's my grandpa's farm. Tristan and I went there visiting this summer for a couple of weeks." "You know what else Drew? There's this river close by and you can go fishing and swimming and camping down there. We had soooooo much fun!" Tristan added. "OH HO! Now I know where you guys got all tanned on those white asses of yours!" Drew laughed long and loud at that discovery. "Now, what were you guys doing talking 'bout me behind my back, heh?" "Oh that," David said offhandedly. "I was just telling Tristan how everyone did a great job tonight in the game and that that it's your hands that I can count on to catch my passes. Those two touchdowns you made were great, dude!" "They were good throws so they were like no problem to catch and I was wide open, it was too easy!" Drew laughed. The boys joined the other players on the j.v. benches to watch the varsity players trounce the Roughriders in their game. Drew summed it up like this when the varsity game finished, "Yup, we spanked them good and sent those Roughriders home crying to their mommas. We're gonna rule this year!" Everyone was doing high fives and chest bumping and here and there were some quick macho hugs of celebration along with a lot of butt slapping! Did David and Tristan join in? Absolutely! The team hit the showers and it was noisy and rowdy bunch of boys! Everyone talked excitedly about how well their first game went and just enjoyed the double win. Once they were dressed, it was time to head for the school gymnasium where the school dance was being held. There was a good crowd of students there, talking and running around and generally excited to be seeing all of their friends. It was DJ style dance and pretty soon the tunes were blaring throughout the gymnasium making it necessary to talk really loud just to be heard by the person right next to you. Some kids were out in the middle of the floor dancing and as usual, the girls checked out the boys while the boys were checking out the babes. One blonde babe made her way over to where David, Tristan, and Drew were hanging out talking with the j.v. football team. "Hi," she said brightly. "Hi," Tristan replied. "Hey," David said. Drew only smiled a little in reply. She was obviously interested in David. "You had a great football game tonight," she told him. "Yeah, it went pretty good," David tried to be modest. "You were way better than that! I saw you make that touchdown after running with the ball and shaking off that Roughrider kid," she gushed. David laughed modestly. "Well, that's how the game is played." "Let's go dance," she suggested and pulled David by the hand out onto the dance floor. Throwing an apologetic glance over his shoulder at Tristan, David went with her and started to dance. Tristan wished it was him out there dancing with David! David looked so fine out there and was dancing like the kewl stud he was with that girl. Finally Tristan couldn't watch them any more without letting his emotions show so he turned to Drew. "That chick really must have the hots for David!" he said wryly. "Yeah, I gotta tell ya that you gotta watch out for those females once they get you in their sights. Look at that gal coming this way shake her booty", Drew said for only Tristan's ears as a cute black girl walked their way, glancing towards Drew as she walked over towards them. "See Cochran...there are girls, and then there are ho's. As soon as a female comes walkin up to you and says 'Hey aren't you...' then you gotta know that she's a ho. They already know exaaactly who you are, and since it's their goal to get you in the sack so they can talk about who they've had on the football team with their hoochie-squad, they know exactly who you are. Now a real girl will walk up to you and introduce herself, OR start off by saying your name or that she knows who you are. No games, ya see Cochran?" "Ohhhhhh, now I understand," Tristan goes. "No games...just class." "Straight up class... like algebra class, or history class," Drew remarked seriously. Tristan frowned and asked with puzzled look on his face, "Algebra class? Hey Drew, I don't get algebra. And I really don't like history much either for that matter. So why is a girl with class like algebra or history? Sounds like pretty dry stuff to me, Drew. "Well algebra is as easy as X and Y... same as males and females with X and Y chromosomes. That's some cool stuff Cochran and as for history... you get a ho pregnant and your plans for the FUTURE are HISTORY!" Tristan laughed like crazy before he could answer, "Now you're talking about something I can understand...but it sounds to me more like biology! You know, like the birds and the bees!" Drew put his arm around Tristan laughing too and said "Cochran, Cochran, Cochran.... what are we gonna do with you?" Both boys laughed together as the song ended and as he turned to come back from dancing David saw them laughing together with Drew's arm around him. Quickly David made his way back to his Tristan heedless of the fact that the girl was tagging along. "Oh oh," Tristan said in a slightly upset tone. "She's coming back with him. I thought he was going to like stay with....us, tonight." Then he stepped away from Drew's arm still laying over his shoulders. Tristan knew David saw that and really wasn't sure how David was going to react to it. "I'll get rid of her, just watch this," Drew assured him. David walked over to Tristan and said with a glance in Drew's direction, "Hey dude, I'm back." "Yeah, good," Tristan replied neutrally. The other two boys ignored the blonde girl and she picked up on it right away. "Hey David, let's go back and dance some more," she urged while pulling on his shirt sleeve. "Ummmm, Cheri, this was supposed to be a guy's night for me and my buds here," David said apologetically. Drew inserted himself between David and Cheri, telling her pointedly "Yeah, chicken head, go look someplace else to do your pecking." Cheri gasped with surprise and indignation before she spun on her heel and left the three guys standing there. David looked back and forth between Tristan and Drew before asking, "Thanks guys for saving me the trouble of getting rid of her, but what was all that about a chicken head?" Drew asked with obvious surprise, "Don't you guys learn anything in school? A chicken head is a girl who gives blow jobs to any guy that'll talk about it afterwards," and Drew went on saying "cause a chicken's always bobbing it's head the same as she does." Shocked laughter erupted from both David and Tristan at those words from Drew. "Seriously dude," David asked Drew when he regained control, "Is she really like that?" "Yep, that's what I've been hearing," was Drew's assured reply. "In fact, I heard that she had Brad Mills last year before he started going out with your sister, David. And tonight she made her try for you." "Damn, she's too cute for that kind of stuff," David remarked. "And saay, how do you know anyway? Did she do it to you?" Drew laughed and shook his head 'no' emphatically. "There ain't no way a chicken head is gonna get with me Davey-boy. I got my ways of hearing these things about the girls who are into doing lots of boys and I knoooow I'm on their wish list, but I ain't gonna ever be on their had list." Tristan muttered, "I still don't get it. Why would they want guys to talk about it?" "Cuz in their hoochie coochie way of thinking, no one will believe her 'score' until the guy talks about it...then it counts on her tally. Some of those girls can tell ya exactly what half the guys on the team have in inches both soft and hard, and how they look, feel, and taste. So that's why I'm telling ya here that you just gotta keep your hose away from those hos... leaaave the hos alone, boys, leave the hos alone." David busted out laughing at Drew's play on words while Tris all too quickly replied, "Don't worry about me...I for sure won't be touching any of those ho's." David chimed in a second later after Tristan gave him an elbow in the ribs. "Yeah, me too." They spent the rest of the evening at the dance circulating and talking with various guys there. Drew would leave them to talk with someone but would always rejoin them, right away telling them the bits of gossip he would learn. They saw Brad Mills and David's sister, Ashley, sitting off in a dark corner with other senior couples and David kept an eye on them. He could see that they were sitting awfully close together and also that they were sneaking quick kisses there when they thought no one else was looking. David gave Tristan a nudge and told him what Brad and Ashley were up to. "So," Tristan murmured in David's ear, "you just wish that's what we were doing." And Tristan's eyes danced with suppressed laughter. "Yeah, maybe so, but I sure as heck wouldn't be lettin you put your hand where Ashley's is right now when we were in a public place," David whispered back a little self-righteously. "I can wait till I get you someplace private," he concluded. Tristan's head whipped around to look over where Brad and Ashley were sitting. Sure enough, even in the dim light in that corner Tristan could see Ashley's arm reaching down high up on Brad's thigh. Her hand could very well be playing with one hot dawgbone that very moment! "Whooooo-eeee, that sister of yours must know what she wants," Tristan commented. "And if she doesn't want it, she's playing with fire," he added. "Yeah," David agreed. "I wonder if they've gone all the way yet....even if Brad only admits to getting to second base. The way she's feeling him up it's looking like the batter is up for a home run!" And Tristan giggled as he said, "And right now Brad's mighty bat is up with a count of two balls and no strikes!" David giggled at Tristan's joke as Ashley whispered in Brad's ear, her free hand cupped around his ear as she spoke. Quickly Brad and Ashley got up from where they were sitting. Even from across the room, David and Tristan could tell how tented Brad's pants were before he shoved his right hand into his pocket to disguise his erection. Brad and Ashley left the dance then, clearly making a purposeful exit. "What are you two watching so hard over there?" Drew asked as he walked up to them, surprising them so that they both were startled. "Ummmm," David stalled. "We were just watching Brad and my sister leave," he finally said. "Yeah," Tristan giggled. "Only we weren't the ones who were 'hard'. We could tell Brad had a major stiffy clear from here when he stood up. They've been messing around over there in the corner for the last little while and now they must be going someplace else to mess around more." "Oh ho David," Drew chuckled. "That hound dawg Brad is gonna go and get it on with your sister. You'll be sure and let us know when we're supposed to call you Uncle David, won't ya?" "Hey, my sister isn't a slut," David said defensively. Drew threw up his hands. "Hey, Davie-boy, be cool. I didn't say she was, but you know it only takes one of those millions of little sperm thingies on the right day to make a baby. I should know, man." David relaxed as he realized Drew was speaking from the voice of experience. "Sorry for jumping on ya bud," David apologized. "I didn't think about why you would have said what you did." "No problemo, bud." David didn't quite know what to make of Drew. Was Drew making moves on his Tristan? And did Drew think all girls were 'ho's' as he put it? Did that make Drew gay? David couldn't figure it out. He resolved he was going to have to keep an eye on things between Drew and Tristan just to be on the safe side. And he hoped his sister was keeping things on the safe side too! They partied at the dance more until 11:45 when David pulled Tristan away from the crowd and reminded Tristan that he had to be home at midnight. "Tris-dude, I've got to head for home, so are you coming with me as far as the park?" Tristan leaned in close to David's ear and said, "You bet your sweet little ass I am babe. Let's go." The two boys left the dance after saying a quick goodbye to Drew and walked through the dark streets on the warm night. They rehashed the things they saw and heard that evening while they were at the dance, Ashley and Brad being one of the major topics. When they reached the park where it was quite a bit darker, Tristan wanted to hold hands and slipped his hand into David's. "Tris, don't do that," David said automatically. "Why not?" Tristan said with an undercurrent of hurt evident in his voice. "Someone might see us," David said. "There's no one here," Tristan said. "I know cuz I looked all around before I did it. And I have been aching to touch you all night....I never got to dance with you even though I wanted to sooooo bad." "I know, I did too. When I was dancing with Cheri I was imagining that it was you out there with me...and then there would be this slow song and we'd hold each other and dance..." "Like how," Tristan interrupted. "Show me right now cuz I really wanted to dance tonight." "Ummmm," David looked around. "Well, OK...but there's no music." "So sing to me," Tristan said. "But I can't carry a tune in a bucket," David said. Tristan giggled at that old saying. "OK, I can then. If I sing, will you dance with me here?" "Yup, and then I gotta go....or else my dad will get all pissed off cuz I'm late and then I might not be able to stay over tomorrow night. We still are going to be together tomorrow night, aren't we?" "Of course we are. OK, come here babe and let's dance." They moved into each other's arms, each relishing the closeness and the warmth of the other. Softly Tristan sang into David's ear and they swayed and moved to the music that only two lover's can hear. When Tristan finished singing the hit love song of the summer, they kissed a slow lingering kiss. "Ooooh, that was nice," David said, "but I really gotta go now. Bye lover boy." Tristan kissed his David a quick goodbye kiss and said, "I love you so much. Sweet dreams Davie-babe." And then the two of them went their separate ways to their respective homes, totally in love, poignantly missing their best friend and lover the instant they parted. Tristan stood there, watching David stride quickly away. Their parting was too rapid as far as Tristan was concerned...and he hoped that it wasn't because he had tried to hold David's hand in a semi-public place. David was worried he was going to catch hell from his old man when he got home. His strides lengthened as he cruised for home since he was already past his midnight curfew and he had no idea if there would be any leeway given. He felt guilty leaving Tristan the abrupt way he did, but then Tristan and his dad always seemed to get along where he was held to a much stricter interpretation of the rules. "That was his whole problem," David decided. "His dad was too dang uptight about everything!" *********************** "Well, how do I look?" Randy asked Tristan and David as he came into Tristan's open bedroom door from getting dressed for Craig's BBQ. He was wearing a pair of khaki-colored Dockers and a sporty polo shirt of tans and browns. A tuft of curly brown chest hair peeked out from the top of his buttoned shirt. "Whoa, Dad, you look nice!" Tristan exclaimed. It wasn't often that his dad wore something other than his work clothes or jeans. "And what's that I smell? Aftershave or cologne?" Tristan teased his dad. "Yeah, you look nice," David echoed. "Aftershave, smart ass!" Randy gave Tristan a playful swat on his head. "I don't know Dad, it smells to me like the cologne I gave ya." Tristan giggled and winked at David as he next said to David, "Dad never puts on the cologne I gave him for Christmas two years ago. I told him way back then he needed to wear something that made him smell better so he could get a date or something." Tristan finished speaking with another giggle. Randy ignored Tristan's bait and changed the subject. "Are you guys ready to go? Anybody need to use the bathroom first?" he hinted when David and Tristan just sat there together on Tristan's bed looking at each other and loosely holding hands. David had just finished telling Tristan how it had taken some real fast talking by David when he had gotten home last night to stay in his dad's good graces. Only by promising to be home in time for church and then spend the rest of the day Sunday at home was David able to get permission to spend the night with Tristan. His lateness was nothing compared to how late his sister Ashley came home. David told Tristan about the fireworks going on downstairs at his house when she came in the door. She was grounded for a week as a result and there were to be no visitors or phone calls, especially from a boy named Bradley Mills! "I dunno," Tristan said. "Davie, you need a pit stop?" "Yeah, I better," David replied and then added, "you might as well too." When they were together at Tristan's, David always wanted Tristan in the bathroom with him. It was at Tristan's home that they could be totally together in everything they did with no worries. "Want me to shake it for ya when you're done or something?" Tristan teased. David blushed. After all, Randy was still there and heard every word. "Tristan!" David protested, "your dad is here!" "Yeah, I heard that," Randy said laughing at them. "Tristan, you shouldn't embarrass him like that. Just don't get to fooling around in there and forget to come out since we are supposed to be at Craig's in 15 minutes." "See David," Tristan defended himself. "I knew Dad wasn't going to have a fit about me saying it." He got up and headed for the bathroom. As he walked away he turned his head around and announced, "And you better hurry up if you wanna shake mine for me!" And then he giggled as he went around the corner. David only could open and close his mouth as he looked wordlessly at Randy. Randy smiled and jerked his thumb towards the bathroom thereby encouraging David to get in there. That would not have been the case if it was his dad and at his house! David so envied Tristan's relationship with Randy and Randy's acceptance of the fact that he and Tristan were boyfriends and more importantly, lovers. After some more giggles that came out of the bathroom both boys were ready to go to Craig's. They all went out to Randy's Bronco to drive on over. David climbed into the back assuming that Tristan would ride shotgun with his dad. But to his surprise Tristan climbed into the back and pulled David into a quick one-armed hug. "Thought you could use some company back here so ya wouldn't get lonely," was his excuse. The boys looked up to see Randy smiling at them through the rear view mirror as they sat touching each other in the casual familiarity of a bonded couple. On their way over to Craig's, David admitted he was nervous about meeting Craig and spending time with him. "I bet he thinks I'm a real dork from what happened the last time he saw me." "Don't worry Davie," Tristan reassured him. "Craig is a super nice guy and he is sooooo understanding. You'll like him....I know you will." "I don't know him very well either," Randy reminded David. "I met him for the first time like you did when he brought Tristan home last week. He seems like a very down-to-earth guy and we'll spend some time at his house tonight getting to know him and he'll get to know each of us better. Just relax and be yourself, David." "Yeah Davie, I'm showing you off as my boyfriend here tonight so show him what a stud you really are," Tristan said teasingly but David knew that Tristan meant what he said. Tristan voiced what had been on his mind next. "Dad, we checked out what you had in that cooler. There must be a case of beer and then there were two bottles of wine and a saw a couple of cans of Coke in there." "Yeah, so?" Randy asked as he raised one eyebrow. "So David and I think we are old enough to drink beer tonight." "You do, do you?" "Yes, we do. So don't treat us like little kids when we get there and embarrass me, kay?" Randy had to chuckle. Here he was getting a lecture on his behavior before a visit. What a role reversal that was! "I don't know how receptive Craig is going to be with that, boys. It's his house and only if he is comfortable with the idea will you get to drink a beer or two. Got it?" "Yup, got it." Tristan was happy with that answer. At least his dad was open to the idea and Tristan didn't think Craig was going to have a problem...at least not from what he'd seen of Craig so far. He couldn't help but share a conspiratorial grin with David. Randy saw it but didn't let on. He was busy remembering himself at that age and how anxious he was to try alcohol and be all grown up. And obviously Tristan and David were rapidly growing from boys to men in all ways....physically, sexually, and emotionally. Hopefully he could keep their teenaged tendency for excess under some kind of control if he allowed them to indulge under supervision and certainly before they were driving themselves off to beer parties out in the country somewhere. They made it to Craig's house at the appointed time which was 5:30. Randy parked his Bronco on the street and the two climbed out of the bench seat in the back. Tristan and David went to the back of the Bronco and lifted out the cooler Randy had stocked for the occasion. The gate by the garage was open and Craig was there in the backyard putting some finishing touches on a table set for four. "Hi Craig!" Tristan greeted enthusiastically. "Where should we put this cooler with the beer and wine?" ""Why don't you put it over there in the shade," Craig suggested. While Tris and David did as he suggested, Craig turned to Randy and held out his hand in welcome. "Good to see you again. Hope you guys are hungry!" Craig said heartily. "Good to see you too and yes, we brought our appetites," Randy replied as he shook hands with Craig. "We also brought some liquid refreshments as Tristan already mentioned." "That's great! How's things with those two?" Craig asked in a lower voice as he tilted his head towards the boys. "Fine. Back to normal I would say. Like I told you over the phone they had made up that night you were at the house and if anything they came out of it even closer. They're very comfortable being together now at the house and I'm getting more used to it." "Oh, does that bother you?" Craig asked quickly as the boys approached. "I think it was more the idea that my little boy is growing up into a man and is learning adult things if you catch my drift." Craig threw a quick smile at Randy before he turned to greet Tristan and David. "Welcome, Tristan and David! David, I'm so glad you came today so we could meet each other properly. I'm Craig Thompson." Craig extended his right hand to David. Shaking Craig's hand David replied, "Nice to meet you too, Mr. Thompson. Tristan told me all about how you helped him out last week." "Call me Craig and I'm just glad that the circumstances of my meeting up with Tristan weren't any worse." "Yeah, me too," was David's cryptic but still revealing reply. "Well David, I hope we get to know each other much better this evening since Tristan and I have already gotten acquainted." Craig turned to look at Tristan and spoke to him, "How are you Tristan? Nice to have you here again!" "I'm fine Craig. I won't be a wuss this time like I was the last time I was here." Craig chuckled. "I wasn't the slightest bit worried about that. So how are your scrapes? Have they healed over?" "Ummmm, pretty much. That big one on my backside is still there a little, but the one on my leg is mostly gone." "Glad to hear it. It's good you young guys heal up so quickly. Are you hungry?" "Yup, sure am." "Good. In about 15 minutes I can put the steaks on - the potatoes need more time to bake. How do you boys like your steaks cooked - rare, medium, or well?" "Well done," Tristan said. "Medium well." David immediately commented to Tristan, "You wimp! You gotta have some juice in a steak for it to be good." "Nuh uh," Tristan shuddered. "I can't stand it when the meat squishes between your teeth." "Either way is no problem," Craig assured them. "The establishment here specializes in cooking steaks to the customer's exact specifications. Should we go and sit in the shade while we are waiting?" Craig steered the boys over to the plumply cushioned patio furniture and had them sit. He turned to Randy and said, "Would it be too early to have some of that liquid refreshment you brought?" "Not at all!" Randy smiled as he couldn't help but notice the beseeching look sent his way by Tristan. "But there is one question. The boys asked if they could have a beer or two since we were having beer. I told them that it depended on your comfort level with them trying out beer at your home." "To be frank, Randy, if you weren't here as a parent, I wouldn't even consider it. But as it evidently is OK with you, I don't think that it would hurt anything as long as no one overindulges," and then he winked at the boys. "We have all the privacy we need back here to have a relaxing and enjoyable evening...and if that includes having a few beers, well then so be it." "All Right" Tristan said as his arm pumped the air. "Yes!" David exclaimed. Randy brought a beer for each of them and for the first time in their lives, the boys popped open a beer for themselves. The slightly pungent odor of the barley and hops beverage wafted into the air. It didn't matter that it wasn't sweet like the sodas they were used to, they would have drunk even the worst beer made at that point and counted themselves fortunate to be drinking alcoholic beverages like men. The conversation turned ordinary at that point, ranging from Randy's work to the boy's views of their football team's performance the night before. Craig had read all about the game in the newspaper and paid a considerable amount of attention to David by asking him questions about how the game went. Whether it was the conversation or the beer or both influencing David, he soon was very relaxed and soon forgot to be nervous. When they had finished their first beers, David jumped up and got the second ones for everyone. As he went to sit down this time he mentally figured "why should he hide anything since Craig already knows about them being boyfriends" and sat down with Tristan on the love seat. Tristan smiled at David and moved his inside arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. At first David almost reacted by rejecting Tristan's gesture of intimacy, but when Randy and Craig didn't seem to care he relaxed and leaned into Tristan's side. Already the beer was affecting the boys, loosening their normal inhibitions and allowing their inner desires to be acted upon more freely. None of this went unnoticed by the two older men who at that moment envied the love and closeness the boys shared. Soon Craig got up to throw dripping slabs of dark red meat to on the grill to sizzle. He closed the lid and adjusted the ventilation so a thin plume of smoke rose steadily into the air. As he was doing that Tristan and David had stood up to investigate the hot tub. It was uncovered and the still water of the two seater beckoned to them. Testing the warm water with his fingers Tristan remarked, "This sure is a neat hot tub. Oh look, David, here are the controls for the temperature and see here, it has controls for the water jets." Upon hearing Tristan's comments, Craig turned to him and offered, "If you would like, you guys can try that out later on tonight and see how relaxing a soak in the hot tub really is." "Really?" Tristan asked enthusiastically. "Kewl," David breathed, his eyes shining as he looked excitedly at Tristan. "Have you ever hot tubbed Randy?" Craig asked turning to him. "Nope, never have." Randy answered before walking over to inspect the hot tub with Tristan and David. "You should try it too then. You'll be amazed how much better it can make you feel. Almost every evening I do it to relax and get a water massage before bed. Then I sleep like a baby." "Sounds nice," Randy said neutrally. He wasn't sure if he wanted to shed his clothes around Craig or not. He had a pleasant buzz going from the beer he was drinking but he wasn't ready to drop his inhibitions and a life long practice of avoiding any behavior that hinted at his attraction to other men. And that was the problem for him right at the moment, he knew he was attracted to Craig. Although Craig was older, Randy felt very comfortable with him. Craig obviously stayed active and took pride in the upkeep of his home. And obviously Craig knew his way around the kitchen by the way he was handling the meal preparation. Randy had learned to cook well enough so he and Tristan could eat, but the kitchen was not exactly his favorite place to be. "I'd better check those steaks," Craig said after a short and slightly uncomfortable silence. Neither man was ready to divulge their innermost thoughts and secrets to the other since there were no clear signals. He expertly flipped the steaks over without poking them thus keeping the succulent juices trapped inside. "You seem to enjoy cooking," Randy observed after seating himself once more at the table. "Yes, I've always liked to eat," Craig joked, "and I learned my way around the kitchen at a young age. I was the second son in a family of eight and so I ended up helping my mom in the kitchen a lot." "Wow, that's a big family!" Randy exclaimed. "I only have an older sister in Toronto and that's about it for family. Does your family live around here?" "No, they don't. All of us scattered to the winds as we went into our careers. My older brother is closest to home and lives in Minneapolis, and then the younger ones are spread out around the country." Craig counted on his fingers as he listed their locales, "Let's see, there's Seattle, Denver, Rochester, San Antonio, Las Vegas, San Francisco, and Chicago." "You weren't kidding when you said your family spread out, were you? So have you been to all of those places?" "Sure have. Just got back from a trip to Los Vegas last month." "So did you win anything?" "No, I broke even, more or less," Craig laughed. "I don't gamble all that much. I went there to visit my younger brother, Paul, and look at the new casinos and then take in a show while I'm there...but I don't spend a lot of time gambling. My limit is $20 a day and once I lose that in the slots I quit for the day." "I've always wanted to go there sometime," Randy admitted. "But I doubt that I'll ever get there." "Never say never," Craig advised. "Things you think could not happen for you have a way of finding their way into your life sooner or later." "Yeah, like that tornado in Lubbock that demolished the hotel Tristan and I were staying in. I never expected to be in a tornado like that let alone fear for my life the way we did that night." "Really! Tell me about it," Craig was very interested in hearing all about their adventure that fateful night. That conversation lasted throughout their meal with Craig and David both asking questions since David was learning details that Tristan had glossed over in his recounting of their close call with the a tornado's destructive fury. The food Craig served was delicious! The steaks were all grilled to perfection and they were so tender and seasoned where every bite was a mouth-watering treat. They all ate heartily while the conversation flowed and more beer consumed. After they finished eating and telling the story of that night and day in Lubbock, Randy helped Craig remove the dirty dishes and Craig loaded them in his dishwasher. "There, my maid will do the dishes for us while we sit outside and enjoy the evening," Craig joked with his dry humor. "Tristan and I have to share that chore," Randy said. "Our deal is whichever one has cooked doesn't have to do the dishes. Most of the time Tristan cooks something simple and I end up doing the dishes." "Sounds like a pretty fair arrangement," Craig commented. "It works good for us," Randy admitted. Craig couldn't put it off any longer. "Will you excuse me for a second while I go to the bathroom?" he asked. "Sure, then I'll take a turn at it when you have finished," Randy said as he unconsciously rearranged his package with a quick flip of fingertips. Craig smiled quickly and left before his rapidly stiffening dick became obvious. Craig had noticed how well hung Randy was as they stood there and as Randy flipped his parts into a more comfortable position his suspicions of Randy's size were confirmed. Between the pressure of a full bladder and a surprising raw surge of lust, Craig beat a hasty retreat into the bathroom and closed the door. Fishing his painfully stiff cock through his fly, he dribbled out a weak stream of piss forever as he wished he knew how he could get his secret desires fulfilled. When he was finally finished and his erection had subsided somewhat, Craig stepped back into the kitchen and let Randy have his turn at the bathroom. It's a good thing Randy closed the door and removed all temptation for Craig to sneak a peek at the generously-sized man muscle Randy packed in his pants. Still, even with the door closed Craig could hear the heavy stream of water hitting the toilet bowl and his knees grew weak with desire. He sat down at the dinette table to hide the tent that sprang up in his pants and resisted the urge to massage his aching cock through his pants. When Randy came back he also sat down and they continued talking as they sipped at their beers. "Can I ask a personal question?" Craig asked. "Sure, go ahead," Randy replied wondering what was coming. "Obviously Tristan's mother isn't in the picture any longer. Can I ask how long you've been raising him by yourself and what happened to his mother?" "Christine and I were divorced when Tristan was five. She turned into an alcoholic and started hanging out in the bars. We had no home life, she drank away the grocery money and when she started fucking around on me I divorced her." "Does Tristan ever see her?" "She's visited him here a couple of times so he knows who she is, but it's never gone very well when she does. We both suffer through it and heave huge sighs of relief when she leaves town again. Each time she's been here she is shacking up with a different man. You know the kind, the ones who drive older Cadillac's and wear the flashy gold jewelry." Craig laughed wryly. "Uh huh. Now I totally understand." "What about you?" Randy asked. "Ever been married yourself?" "Yes, I tried the marriage thing too. It didn't work out and my wife eventually left me for my best friend. They've been married now for almost 30 years." "Whoa!" Randy exclaimed. "That had to be a kick in the balls!" "At first it was real hard to accept, but I now I think it was for the best." Craig admitted. "Oh," Randy said looking puzzled. "Why do you say that?" he continued after a brief pause. "Because neither of us would have ever been truly happy staying married first of all, and Jack has made a terrific step-father for my two daughters." "You have two daughters?" Randy asked in surprise. "Why are you so surprised?" Craig responded. "Ummm, sorry about that. You just seemed soooo, well, single." Randy finished lamely. "Do you ever see your daughters?" he then asked. "Yes, I make sure I see them at least once a year and my grandkids. They are so precious," he said with obvious love. "Yeah, that's the thing I have the most trouble with as far as Tristan is concerned. No grandkids." "Well, there is always the possibility that they will choose to adopt some kids you know," Craig said gently. "There are still plenty of kids who need loving homes and adoption agencies have become more accustomed to placing children in other than traditional families. The issue of not having children of their own is a sacrifice that every gay couple has to make....and it is not an easy one for many. And these days many heterosexual couples make the choice not to have children and their parents have to respect their decision." "Yeah, I'm sure it isn't easy." Randy became quiet and looked down at his hands. "Have you and Tristan talked about any of this?" Craig asked. "No, we haven't. I'm trying to be supportive of them but not intrude into their privacy. We're still feeling our way through all of this, me and Tristan. At least he doesn't feel he has to hide himself from me now, we've gotten that far. And he's as happy as I've ever seen him," Randy added. "I'm glad to hear these things, Randy," Craig said. "It sounds like you are doing just fine." Randy looked up and smiled briefly. "I'm glad you think so. Sometimes you really wonder as a parent if you are doing the right thing, you know?" At that moment the door opened and Tristan came in followed by David. "Ummm, Craig, could we use your bathroom?" Tristan asked. "We gotta go like really bad," he said urgently. Craig and Randy both laughed. "Of course you may," Craig said. "You know where it is." "Yup. Come on David, its right around the corner." And the boys quickly ducked in and in their haste forgot to close the door. The sounds of twin streams and sighs of relief clearly echoed in the kitchen. The men smiled at each and held in their laughter as they well knew what those two boys were feeling. Tristan and David looked much more relaxed when they came out. "Hope we haven't been ignoring you two guys too much here," Craig apologized. 'Your dad and I got to talking and haven't made it back outside." "That's OK," Tristan said. "We had the chance to sit and talk too." "Anything special?" Randy asked as his ears perked up. "Nope, nothing special Dad," Tristan shook his head in teenaged disgust. "We were just talking about stuff like football and school starting on Monday." "Yeah," David seconded. "Next Friday we play the Roughriders and we have to beat Jason and Chris so we were planning some strategy." "Oh, sounds good," Randy said. "Who are Jason and Chris?" Craig asked. "Jason is our other best friend," David explained. "The three of us have been friends since kindergarten." "And Chris is?" Craig prompted. After looking at each other, Tristan answered, "Chris is Jason's boyfriend." "Is that right?" Randy asked. "When did you guys find out about Jason being, you know?" "You can say it, Dad, the word is GAY. We found out the day we came back from the farm after you and I had that fight." "Oh." Randy dropped that subject right then and there. Craig picked up on all of the unspoken by-play and so he steered the conversation onto safer ground. "I would imagine that it's pretty nice to have friends who understand and accept your relationship. So they are on the Roughrider's football team?" "Yeah, and we have to beat them." David said again. "Why is that?" Randy interjected. "Cuz we have our pride," Tristan interjected. David wasn't done though. "We made a bet that the losers have to host the winners on a campout during teacher's convention so we want to make Jase and Chrissy have to do all the work and Tris and I can lay back and watch!" David laughed in delight. "That's some plan," Craig smiled back at David. Randy grimaced at Tristan. Tristan knew that look. He knew he had some more talking and explaining to do later. He shifted his feet restlessly. Craig noticed and he didn't want anyone leaving yet.....he still wanted to get to know Randy better....and if he was really lucky he might even get down to some bare facts! "Would you and David like to try out the hot tub now?" he asked. "Sure!" and "Yeah!" were the twin enthusiastic responses. "I'll get some towels for you. I don't have an extra swim suit though. You guys can either do it in your underwear or do it nude, it's up to you. With the fence gate locked no one will disturb you." Craig turned to Randy and asked, "If it's OK with you we could stay inside and visit more or I could show you a few of my collections." "No problem," Randy agreed as he wondered just exactly what kind of "collections" a guy like Craig would have. Craig disappeared only to momentarily come back with two huge bath towels which he gave to the boys. "I'll help you get the hot tub going and then you guys can take a nice long soak," he finished as he lead the way outdoors. Leaving the towels within reach of the tub, Craig flipped all the jet switches to "ON" and the water frothed into roiling swirls of water while the pumps hummed quietly beneath. "I don't keep the water really hot this time of the year so you shouldn't have to worry about getting too warm," Craig advised them. "Just enjoy it...and don't let each other go under, OK?" he said half seriously as he walked over and locked the gate latch mechanism. "There, now you can't be disturbed from outside the yard and your dad and I will be in the house if you need anything." "Yup, got it." Tristan assured him. "No prob," David nodded. "See you later then," Craig said as he left them standing beside the hot tub. "This is sooo awesome!" Tristan exclaimed. "Should we go naked?" "Oh why not?" David said. "It's totally private back here and I think it would be kewl to feel the water all over, don't you?" "Yeah, for sure!" Tristan giggled. "I don't know about you, but "he" wants to get out and play around a little, you know what I mean?" David was quick to agree. "Yeah, first my cock was about to explode from all that beer we drank and now I'm just plain horny, you know? I'm feeling a little buzzed too, aren't you?" "Don't I know it, babe!" Tristan started stripping. "Get your clothes off babe, we're gonna have some fun!" And then he giggled again. In seconds he was down to his underwear. "Come on babe, let's get in there and get going!" David was feeling a bit shy undressing the middle of Craig's backyard and so he wasn't ripping off his clothes like Tristan did. But, making sure his back was to the house and his groin shielded from the gate by the hot tub, he did undress and came to stand next to Tristan with his boxers still on. "On the count of three, slip off your underwear and we'll climb in," Tristan urged. "One, two, THREE!" and he shucked down his boxers and climbed in, his dick flopping around heavily. "Ooooh, this is sooooo nice!" he exclaimed immediately. "David, get in here!" David peeled his boxers down and carefully dropped them away from the hot tub so they wouldn't get wet before he stepped up and into the tub. His dick was mostly hard and it bobbed and pointed at Tristan's face while David climbed into the tub. Tristan caught him before he sat down in the water. "Babe, it look's like Davie Jr. Needs something," Tristan grinned suggestively. "Not now dude," David said before he sat down. "Later you can have him all you want," he said to take the sting out his rejection of Tristan's obvious desire for some sex play. "I'm gonna hold you to it," Tristan said wickedly. "Man oh man, this water feels soooooo good! Feel me down under," he said as he grabbed David's hand and placed it on his bloated cock. It was obvious how turned on Tristan was by being naked in the swirling water of that hot tub. His cock was as big and hard as David had ever felt it. He couldn't help it, his own cock grew even harder and stuck straight up and he too felt his carnal desires dominate his thinking. He snuggled in under Tristan's left arm so they could play with each other's cocks as they nibbled and kissed each other's lips and ears. This went on for some time until neither of them wanted to hold off until later. "Davie, I'm getting waaay too horny here. Either we gotta quit or I've gotta let 'er rip, you know?" Tristan half whispered into David's ear as he continued to play with David's rigid dick. "Ummmm, I know. Me too. But what if they come back outside?" "They won't. Didn't you see how they were talking in there when we came in to use the bathroom? And Craig told us we could have a long soak, didn't he?" "Yeah....," David said hesitantly, all the while feeling Tristan's cock throb in reply to the gentle squeezes David was giving it. "So if I sit on the edge with my back to the door, you could give me a blowjob and no one could see anything. If we hear the door open you slip down and then I will." "Kay, I guess that would work. Slide up there then and I'll take care of that bad boy of yours." Tristan giggled and moved to sit on the edge with his legs spread open, giving David access to his distended love muscle. He was as horny as he ever could remember and his cock was loaded and primed for a huge explosive orgasm. David moved between Tristan's legs and began to lavish expert attention to Tristan's generous endowment. Meanwhile, Craig and Randy had gone inside where Craig invited Randy into his "study" to view his collections. They walked into the back portion of the house to the bedroom which Craig had converted into a study with bookshelves and a huge desk. Opening a closet door, Craig stepped inside momentarily before bringing out two large binders. Placing them on the desk, he pulled two chairs up and said, "Sit down with me and let me show you some money you'll never see anywhere else....unless you go to some big private coin collecting shows." "Oh, you're a coin collector?" Randy repeated the obvious. "Well, yes, but I've gone beyond collecting the ordinary coins. In this binder I have a collection of currency and in that other binder are some very rare and historical coins." "Really? Those sound very interesting. What coins do you have that are so historical then?" Craig dove right into showing Randy his special coins, speaking at length about the historical significance and value of each coin. There were coins from biblical times, coins from Rome and Greece and Egypt. From there they progressed to rare coins from Europe of all sizes and countries of origin. There were French coins before and after the French revolution, British coins, and a Spanish piece of eight. Randy was impressed with all the various coins but as Craig closed up the book of coins, Randy stood up to stretch his legs. He glanced out window of Craig's study that faced the backyard and he immediately noticed what was happening outside with the two boys. He stood there transfixed, watching his naked son receive a blow job from his lover, David. As Randy watched the erotic scene, his groin filled with a rush making his organ ache while it was uncomfortably trapped down his left pants leg. Right away Craig noticed he'd lost Randy's attention and he stood up to see what Randy was watching so intently. He also couldn't help but see the outline of Randy's erection snaking its way down his leg. It was obvious what was happening when he saw David's head bobbing in Tristan's lap as Tristan sat on the edge of the hot tub with his head hung back and his eyes closed. David's privates were hidden by the water but now and then David's rounded ass would break the water and they could see his classical nude form. "They look like they are really enjoying themselves, don't they?" Craig asked softly. "Yeah, they sure are," Randy agreed in a voice tight with emotion. 'I've heard them make love through the walls, but I've never ever watched someone else do it before. And you can tell that they love each other so much," he finished. Craig stepped next to Randy and looked out the window at the boys who were oblivious to their audience. Glancing down Craig could see the conspicuous fact of Randy's arousal. Summoning every last drop of his courage, he slipped his arm around Randy's waist. Randy froze. "Those two boys aren't the only ones who can have a little fun here tonight," Craig murmured to Randy. "There's a big something in your pants that tells me you might be interested." "You mean you are gay too?" Randy asked incredulously. "Yes, and I've always been afraid to be that way until I met your son and saw what I've been missing in my life," Craig said candidly. "How about you?" he asked as his heart thudded away in his state of arousal and trepidation. Randy turned and stared into Craig's eyes. Their eyes locked and they searched each other's faces for confirmation of their feelings of desire. "I've wanted to try this for a long, long time," he finally admitted and he pulled Craig into a gentle embrace. Craig relaxed a little then, knowing that his deepest held dreams were about to be realized. His hands dropped to Randy's butt and caressed the solid feel of the active man's buttocks while Randy stroked Craig's back in a exploration of what it felt like to hold another man in his arms. "Ever had one of those?" Craig asked, nodding his head towards the boys. As the two men glanced out the window they could see Tristan arching his back, evidently in the throes of his orgasm as they saw his hips bucking and his mouth open in exclamation. David's lips stayed locked on Tristan's ample cock as Tristan's fucking motions ceased and he relaxed. Turning their attention back to each other Randy answered huskily, "No, I haven't. Are you offering me one?" "Yes, I am," Craig said as he stared into Randy's brown eyes. "I would love to. I've waited my entire adult life to do this with a hunk like you." ***************************** OK, that's it for this chapter! It has turned out to be a whopper of a chapter! I hope it was worth the wait. In chapter 12 we will see the big football game between the Roughriders and the Saints. Who will win the bet between David/Tristan and Jason/Chris? What about Drew? Is he gay and will he become part of a love triangle? And what about Randy and Craig? Will they really do it? All these questions and more will be answered in chapter 12. I have one more thing to say. There comes a time of testing in everyone's life. For some, it comes early--in their teens--like it did for David and Tristan. For others like Randy and Craig it comes later in life. At this point I would like to acknowledge the people who have stood by me in my time of testing. Without their love and support I would have been totally lost and alone with no one to turn to. I count myself extremely fortunate to have friends like Eric, Mike, Alan, Angel, Jay, Trace, Lonnie, Estaban, Rich, Bran, John, and Chad in my life acting as my safety net during my time of testing. I love each and every one of you.