Date: Tue, 14 Aug 2001 19:16:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: D.Z. <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys in School 12

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:

I haven't talked about something over the course of the preceding 24 chapters
about David and Tristan that I feel I need to mention here.  So far in this
series I have written about virginal teenagers having unprotected sex.  In my
fictional world they will never run the risk of a sexually transmitted disease
unless I choose to introduce the subject into my story.  In the real world,
unprotected sex can all to possibly cost you your life from the effects of the
HIV virus.  Don't be dumb...the HIV virus will kill you if you give it chance.
So use a condom...always...and don't let anyone else you engage in sex with go
without one either.  It may sound trite, but you should consider that you are
having sex with everyone that your sex partner has had sex with and that they
had sex with and so on and so on down the line.

Enough preaching.  Here's the latest about David and Tristan.


CHAPTER 12.  BIG ONES & SMALL ONES.

"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 then 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."

Feeling Craig's arms around him and his hands on his butt Randy swallowed and
then spoke, "So what does that mean?  Have you had sex with another guy before?"

Craig looked back at Randy and hesitated before he replied, "I won't lie to you
Randy.  I haven't done any of that since I was a teenager 40 years ago, give or
take some.  I gave it up when I met my ex-wife and waited until now to once
again open the lid of my Pandora's box."

"Uh, I never have," Randy nervously admitted.  "So what now?"

"We enjoy something we both have waited for years to do," Craig said simply.
"That is, if you want to."

"I think I do, but what about the boys?"

"What about them?  They're busy doing what we want to be doing."  Craig looked
out the window and sure enough he could see that David and Tristan has switched
places and now it was David was receiving the oral attentions of Tristan.  "You
only need to unzip your fly and in the unlikely chance they interrupt us you can
quickly put yourself back together," Craig encouraged as he put all the
confidence and persuasion he could muster into his words.  He wanted this to
happen so very badly!

"You seem to have it figured out, don't you?" Randy was still a bit hesitant.

"Yes, I have.  Getting to know Tristan and David and the love they share has
made it crystal clear to me.  So I've made up my mind not to waste the rest of
my life only dreaming about what it might be like to make love to another man."
Craig ran his fingers over Randy's prominent bulge, tracing the outline of his
prodigious trouser snake.  "And, I can tell by this that at least this part of
you is interested."

Randy's cock surged at that light touch of Craig's.  It had a mind of its own
and it wanted out of its prison!  He was as nervous and excited as when he first
had sex as a teen boy, desperately wanting to but at the same time not sure of
himself in this virgin territory.  "Yeah," he said thickly.  "It is.  I mean, I
am."

That's all Craig needed to hear.  He leaned in and found Randy's lips with his
own.  Randy's lips tasted faintly of the beer they had been drinking, but they
were warm and luscious just the same.  As they kissed, Craig continued to
lightly rub Randy's erection through his pants, marveling at the apparent size
of what was contained within.  He couldn't wait any longer and so he found the
tab of Randy's zipper and gently eased it down.  There was no protest that came
from Randy, instead he shifted his hips to give Craig easier access.  Craig's
fingers slipped inside the open fly and claimed his prize.  Pushing up Randy's
boxers, Craig gently freed Randy's one-eyed monster from its confinement.
"There you go," Craig murmured as he gave Randy another kiss while he lightly
stroked the Randy's jutting maleness.

"Oh yeah," Randy sighed as he abandoned himself to his long pent-up craving for
man to man loving.  With his eyes closed, Randy felt rather than saw Craig slide
down so he was on his knees, and he was amazed at how he could feel Craig's
breaths gently blowing across his engorged cock.

Craig was drinking in the sight of Randy's substantial tool.  It was a very
impressive specimen of male flesh, being a full 8 inches long and thick, the
helmeted crown of it dark above a neatly done circumcision scar.  He held it
lightly with his fingers, feeling it pulse and surge in his fingers as Randy
avidly waited for him to do something.  He wet his lips before leaning in to
lick up the bead of precum that had formed at the slit.

Randy moaned out, "Ohhhh Yeah!  That's it, go for it Craig.  Suck me!"

That's all the encouragement Craig needed and he proceeded to lick all around
the head of Randy's gorgeous pole.  The slightly musky scent of Randy's crotch
filled his nostrils and it triggered memories in Craig's mind of the times back
in his younger teen years when he had sucked off his boy buds.  Craig's cock was
full and throbbing in his pants.  He dropped his right hand down to massage it
while he continued holding Randy's hot tool in his left hand.  With his little
finger he hooked away enough of Randy's boxer to let out one of Randy's low
hanging balls.  Leaving Randy's cock for the moment, he swooped down and sucked
it into his mouth, sucking gently while jacking gently on the ample shaft.

All the while Randy had been gently moaning with pleasure and the suctioning on
his testicle produced a series of small gasps as Randy felt new sensations
rippling through his groin.

Leaving the spit soaked orb to cool, Craig went back to the main attraction.
This time he slowly took as much of Randy's throbbing manmeat into his mouth as
he could, only succeeding in getting half way down the shaft.  Using both hands
he was successful in fishing out Randy's other orb from its hiding spot and now
had all of Randy's man toys out to be played with.

Randy was in heaven.  He never had been so stimulated by anyone or anything
before in his life.  His body was the instrument and Craig's blowing filled him
with a passion and a harmony that he never before had experienced.  No woman
ever had known how to play his male instrument with the skill and understanding
Craig was demonstrating.  Someone was making a lot of noise and to his surprise,
Randy realized he was the one doing all of the oohing and ahhing in between
moans of sheer rhapsody.  It didn't take long before his balls were retracting
tight upon his shaft.  "Oh my God, Craig, I'm going to cum real soon if you keep
doing that!" Randy warned as his desire for release began to crescendo.  "Ummmm
hmmmmm," Craig hummed in response and the tingling sensation that produced in
Randy's cock put him over the edge.  Fireworks went off in Randy's brain and his
cock felt like it was going to burst.  Randy's entire body stiffened before he
began shooting balls of liquid fire like a Roman candle.  With each shot Randy
bucked his hips forward to bury his massive bone into the entrance to Craig's
throat.

Craig knew exactly what to do and would back off so he wouldn't gag while
swallowing the flood of cum that Randy was unloading.  He had forgotten how good
the tangy taste of semen was and how intensely he enjoyed giving head.  Sucking
lightly on the end of Randy's cock, Craig extracted every last drop of man juice
he could before Randy's knees bent and Randy was kneeling and hugging him.

"What about you?" Randy's deep male voice rumbled in his ear.  "Don't you need
some release?" he asked as his hands roamed over Craig's body, exploring its
trimness.

"It really isn't all that necessary if you would rather not reciprocate," Craig
demurred.  His insecurities over his tool compared to Randy's manhood made him
shy and he had obtained his goal...to touch, see, smell, and taste that
magnificent maleness of Randy's!

"Oh no, fair is fair," Randy insisted.  "You got to play with mine and so now
I'm gonna play with yours," Randy said as his hands dropped to Craig's belt and
began unfastening it.  In seconds he had Craig's pants undone and pulled down.
Only Craig's precum soaked briefs shrouded his pulsating member.

"Let me close the door first," Craig suggested since he knew he wanted whatever
it was that Randy had in mind.  His body craved the touch of another man as the
painful memories of the only time he was penetrated came back to him.  This time
he hoped with all his heart that the outcome would be something other than the
near rape he had undergone as a sixteen year old.  It was the first and only
time for anal sex for both Craig and his teen friend since the friend fucked him
brutally in total disregard of Craig's cries of pain and entreaties to stop.
Even if Randy's cock tore him in two he knew he wanted it deep inside...but he
needed a moment to gather himself mentally.  Awkwardly Craig climbed to his
feet, bending over and holding his pants off the floor as he shut the door.  He
turned, looked at Randy still waiting with his semi-hard cock still hanging out
of his fly.  He slipped his pants off, dropping them where he stood and hooked
his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs.   "Promise you won't laugh?" Craig
asked as he paused before revealing himself.

"Why should I laugh?" Randy asked as he unsnapped his waistband and adjusted
himself into a position of greater freedom.

"I'm not built like you are," Craig said in a subdued voice.  "You are built
like a stallion," he said, "and I'm just not."

"Whatever you have will be fine," Randy assured him, reaching out with his arms.
"Come over here and let me do you now."

Craig slowly walked over to Randy and stood in front of him, waiting with his
hands at his sides.

Randy could see by the outline in Craig's briefs that Craig's tool was average
in size, but it was very unique in the fact that the head of it was much larger
in circumference than the shaft.  Randy helped Craig pull his briefs down and he
saw what Craig was hesitant to reveal.  A large, dark-red bulbous glans was
perched on a slender 5-inch rod.  "You have a cock that begs to be sucked,"
Randy breathed and then Randy pulled Craig to him.  He carefully bent Craig's
erection away from the vertical position it was standing in rigid attention.
Randy took a couple of tentative licks, tasting another man's juice for the
first time in his life.  The clear precum coated Craig's knob but Randy found
that it was mostly tasteless and soon was working his lips and tongue over its
entirety.

Now it was Craig's turn to quietly moan with delight.  His knees were
threatening to buckle as a powerful orgasm rapidly built.  Not wanting to keel
over and also to prolong the exquisite feelings he was having, Craig slowly sank
to the floor, pulling on Randy's shoulders with his hands.  They never parted
while they moved and now Craig was lying on his back on the floor with his knees
up while Randy's mouth was still working its magic on Craig's tool.  All too
soon Craig was gasping and squirming in imminent orgasm.

Randy recognized was what happening and he pulled off Craig's cock, replacing
his mouth with a hand.  The firm grasp of Randy's strong fingers alternately
squeezing and stroking his rigid dick was all the added stimulus Craig needed.
Thick gobs of semen spurted over the hairs of Craig's belly as he convulsively
shot his load.  It had been years since he had felt an orgasm so intensely or
blown such a quantity of cum.  The strong sensations he felt at that moment
reminded him of when he was a young virile man some years ago.

"How did I do Professor?" Randy grinned as he asked.  "Even if I didn't get
around to playing with these," he said as his fingers toyed with Craig's nutsack
hanging loosely once more.  Never before had Randy ever touched another guy's
privates and the smooth, warm hardness of Craig's erection was certainly
different from touching himself.  And to see another guy shoot his load was
another first for Randy.

"Oh, that was remarkably intense.  You are one heck of a quick learner," Craig
panted as he tried to gather himself together, his shirt pushed up under his
armpits and totally nude down to his socks.  "I've made quite a mess of
myself...but it was certainly a delightful mess," he confessed with a sparkle in
his eyes as he looked back at Randy. "Hand me my briefs will you so I can wipe
this off," he asked as he cupped his right hand to his side preventing a puddle
of semen from running down his side unto the carpet.  He managed to catch his
shorts as they were flung to him by Randy and he proceeded to wipe the large
splotches of man juice from his torso.

As he did so Randy was putting away his still distended member into his pants,
tucking it carefully away before flying up his fly and fastening his pants as he
watched Craig clean himself up.  "I'll go out and intercept the boys if they
come in if you want to put yourself back together," he recommended as he pulled
Craig to his feet.  As he did so he noticed how Craig's penis had shrunk to a
short, thick shaft that now matched the girth of his glans.  He had never seen a
cock on another guy quite like it.

"Yes, that would be a good idea.  I would have liked to prolong this delightful
experience, but prudence dictates we forego the pleasure until another time,
hmmm?" Craig suggested.

Randy laughed.  He couldn't help it and also he wanted to sidestep Craig's
insinuated question.  "Do you always talk like that?" he asked Craig.

"Like what?" Craig looked confused.

"Using all those big words."

"Oh.  I guess I do use big words, don't I?" Craig said with a hint of concern.
"Is that why you called me Professor?"

"Yeah.  You sound like one."

"I should.  I was one for many years before I became involved in counseling and
administration."

"Oh.  No offense, Craig.  I've never been to college.  I started working in
manufacturing right out of high school and never stopped."  Randy reached out to
help pull Craig up from the floor, "There ya go."

Craig stood there without concern for modesty now that Randy had seen his nudity
and hadn't laughed at him or made a denigrating comment.  Glancing down quickly
he could see that his genitals were mostly covered since now his shirt hanging
down over them.  "Thanks.  No offense taken.  And you've done quite well for
yourself from what I can see.

"I guess so.  If we moved to Lubbock I could have been a plant manager, but you
know why I decided not to go there."

"Yes, and I think in the long run you'll be glad you didn't," Craig reassured
him and added very candidly, "I'm glad you didn't."

"Ummmm, yeah," Randy again ducked making any return commitment.  "I'll step out
in the kitchen and let you put yourself back together, OK?"  Seeing a flash of a
disappointment in Craig's face, Randy hastened to explain a little.  "Craig, it
makes me nervous to have the boys here and to be fooling around...and I've never
been with another guy before like we just were.  Right now I'm feeling all mixed
up and I need to sort it out."

Holding his pants in front of him, Craig gave Randy a small smile and said,
"Sure, you go ahead.  I'll catch up with you in a few minutes."  Inside, his
feelings of ecstasy deflated faster than his penis had some minutes earlier.
Sure, he accomplished his goal of discovering the joys hidden in Randy's pants,
but it looked very doubtful at that moment that he would ever see Randy again
let alone make love with the man whom he thought had the perfect blend of
masculine looks, who was hung, and could accept what he, Craig, had to offer.
Once Randy had left, Craig gathered clean underwear and went into the bathroom
and closed the door.  He closed the lid to the stool and sat down, fighting off
the depression that was imminent.  After all those years of hiding himself away
now he had come out only to be disappointed and have a chink in his carefully
built armor of social respectability.  Sighing heavily, he got up and ran warm
water to wash himself with before getting dressed.

Out in the kitchen Randy was standing by the sink and watching the two boys out
the window.  If he hadn't seen them having sex earlier he would have never
guessed anything exciting had gone on out there.  Both boys were lounging back
in the hot tub while they casually talked and laughed together.  To be sure,
they weren't afraid to touch each other now and then and who knew what they were
doing beneath the surface of the frothy water.  At that moment Randy envied
Tristan and the love he so easily shared with David.  It looked so easy to
do....to let a man into his life....but at that particular moment he was having
trouble with the fact he just had sex with another man.  He distinctly felt
conflicting feelings.  One part of him felt very guilty....that he'd done
something wrong by having sex with a man.  The other side of him reveled in the
fact that he'd finally done what he had wanted to do since he could
remember....to find out what it was like to have sex with a guy....to touch him,
smell him, and to learn what the taste and texture of some other guy's cock was
like.

He was still coming to grips with those feelings as Craig entered.  "I don't
know about you," Craig said brightly with a hint of forced laugh, "but I could
use a chaser after that last drink of "hard" stuff I had."

Randy smiled at Craig's joke, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes.  "Yeah, that
sounds good to me too.  Let's go outside and sit and enjoy the evening and have
another beer or two."
So they did just that.  Their conversation focused on Randy's job with Craig
asking a multitude of questions in order to keep conversation going.  In the
middle of their second post-meal beer David and Tristan decided that they had
done enough hot tubbing.  Their towels were set back from the hot tub so they
wouldn't get wet and the boys had a quick conversation about how to handle their
dilemma.  It was either reveal their nudity by stepping out of the tub and
grabbing the towels or asking to have one of the men hand them the towels.  Not
wanting to call attention to themselves, the boys decided they would quietly
slip out of the hot tub and grab their towels.

The soft yellowish light of the setting sun produced a golden glow around
Tristan's and David's bodies as they climbed out of the warm tub into the cooler
air.  The aftermath of their sex play and the warm water caused their genitals
to hang loosely down.  The boy's movement caused both Randy and Craig to look
and the men were treated to the sight of the young men's bodies in their natural
glory.

Craig looked away first and leaned over to Randy to say in a low voice, "Those
two boys are gorgeous, aren't they?  You have a fine son there, Randy.  And I
mean that in every way possible."

This time Randy's smile was full of pride.  "Yes, they are quite the pair."
Still watching them he added, "You can tell just by watching how they feel
towards each other, can't you?" as Tristan handed David his towel and then used
his own towel to wipe the moisture from David's back before wrapping it around
his own hips.

Craig leaned towards Randy and said earnestly, "Yes, and you are doing exactly
the right thing by accepting them and the love they share.  You are giving them
a gift that precious few gay teens get....allowing them to grow into gay adults
without shame and fear.  The freedom you give them now to be themselves will
carry over into their adult lives in terms of personal happiness and self
confidence.  You are having a profound influence on them that will carry them
throughout the rest of their lives."

"You really believe that don't you?" Randy said.

Craig sat back and took a sip of his beer before he answered, "Yes, I do.  Like
I told Tristan, I have made it a special study of mine to define happiness.
Self acceptance and then acceptance by the people you love are the main sources
of inner happiness....not possessions, not booze, not drugs.  And the other
secret is that if you want to receive unconditional love, you have to give it
away."

"That's the same stuff you were telling me last week, isn't it?" Tristan
interjected as he walked up to them dressed in his clothes once more.

"Yes, it is.  Did you and David enjoy the hot tub?" Craig asked in an innocent
tone.

"Oh yeah!" Tristan replied enthusiastically.  "It was the best!  Hope we can use
it again sometime."

"You're welcome to use it anytime you would like," Craig smiled back at him and
then added, "as long as your dad approves of you coming here."

That got Randy's attention.  Craig seemed to have only good intentions towards
the boys, didn't he?  Or was that a veiled reference to the hidden tension
between the two men?  "Well, it's OK with me if you hot tub once in a while, so
long as you two don't make pests of yourselves," Randy managed to spit out with
all those other thoughts whirling through his brain.

By this time David came up to join the group, combing his hair into some
resemblance of order.  For the first time in his life he was letting it grow out
since Tristan loved his silky blonde hair and encouraged him to let it grow.
"Kewl!" David exclaimed as he heard Randy's answer to Tristan.  "This was great
way to relax and unwind some sore muscles.  Thank you, Craig, for letting us,"
David said to him while David's hand dropped down to readjust his still
sensitive cock which was trapped uncomfortably in his shorts.  Just the reminder
of what he and Tristan had been doing in the hot tub made his dick twitch and
start to swell again.

Both men pretended not to notice David's unconscious body language.  Randy
decided it was time for him to retreat gracefully and said, "This sure has been
a fun time for everyone, Craig.  I need to be getting home though to do some
things.  Thanks a million for the delicious meal."  Turning to the boys he
asked, "Tell Craig thank you and we'll head for home."

Tristan went first.  "Yeah, thanks, Craig for everything.  This has been really
kewl," and then shook the hand that Craig offered to him as he replied, "Your
very welcome, Tristan.  Come again, anytime."

David went next.  He stuck his hand out first to Craig and they also shook hands
while David thanked him, saying once more how much he enjoyed the hot tub.
Craig winked back at him with a smile.

Finally the two adults shook hands in parting.  Craig had to try once more time
to get some kind of indication from Randy if he was at all interested in
continuing what they had started together.  "Let's do this again sometime, shall
we?" Craig hinted.

"Yeah, we'll have to do that," Randy said carefully.  "I'll give you a call one
of these days to set something up."

"Yes, please do."  Craig tried to put all of the positive vibrations he could
into his voice despite the fact that his brain was convinced that this would be
the only time he would see Randy.  Randy sure didn't seem to be interested in
him and why he wasn't sure.  Randy seemed to enjoy the sex so then was it
because he was older?  Or was it because he wasn't hung very well?  Craig had no
real idea what the source of Randy's hesitation was since Randy wasn't giving
any clues.  "All of you are welcome to stop back and visit any time, OK?" Craig
pasted a smile on his face as he put out the open invitation.

"We'll be back for sure," from Tristan enthusiastically.

"Yup," David confirmed with an accompanying nod of his head.

Craig looked over at Randy who hadn't answered yet.

"Yeah, I'll give you a call first though," Randy quickly responded when he
realized Craig was looking at him.  "Thanks again for your great hospitality."
Randy and the boys gathered their things together and left then as Craig ushered
them out to the Bronco.  They all waved as they pulled out of the driveway and
drove off down the street.

Feelings of loneliness that Craig hadn't experienced for quite some time washed
over him as he walked back through the gate and locked it.  Since he didn't feel
like doing anything he decided that he might as well take a soak in the hot tub
himself and he uncharacteristically dropped his clothes on the grass as he
stripped to the buff.  Usually he wore loose shorts when he hot tubbed, but
tonight he wanted to prolong the feelings of sensuality that Randy had ignited
within him.  He stepped into the tub and sank down into the roiling warm water
and sprawled back with his legs wide open to let the water caress and stimulate
his most sensitive areas of his body freely.  Closing his eyes he relived the
sex he had enjoyed with Randy and memorized all of the things his senses told
him about Randy's fantastic manhood.

When they reached the Cochran home, Tristan and David wanted to watch
television.  The two of them snuggled together on the couch and channel flipped
until they found a movie that was on.  While Randy did odd chores around the
house he would steal glances at the two boys who were spooned together with
David in front and Tristan's arm wrapped around him.  That sight made Randy
jealous of the love those boys shared so freely and guilt-free.  He couldn't
help it--he still felt guilty for the sex he shared with Craig even though his
cock still tingled from it and was begging for more.

Evening turned into darkness and the front room was lit only with the light
thrown off by the TV.  The last time Randy went by he could see the boys were
still spooned together, but he could tell things were heating up in there.
Craig was pretty sure he saw Tristan's hips grinding into David's ass and
Tristan's arm had dropped lower down David's torso--most likely so he could
finger David's equipment.  No wonder they were so quiet in there...the noise
level had dropped off a while back come to think of it.  Randy gave up and went
to bed, quietly closing, then locking his door before stripping.  He stood in
front of his full length mirror and studied his body, something he very rarely
did.

He studied himself as he might study a stranger, looking closely at the image of
the man he was.  He saw in the mirror a man at his peak before the inevitable
decline of advanced middle age.  His body type of was of medium build with no
hint of an accumulation of fat so beneath a crop of body hair his chest muscles
and his belly were those of a fit masculine specimen.  His eyes dropped lower
and he studied his privates with fresh eyes.  That guy in the mirror did have a
set of equipment, Randy decided.  His 5 inch flaccid cock draped over a pair of
low hanging balls the size of large chicken eggs and were framed by a thick
thatch of dark pubic hair.  "Thank God he didn't have any gray hairs showing
down there, not like Craig did," Randy mentally remarked to himself.  He looked
at himself from a sexual standpoint, finally understanding why a man like Craig
would be so attracted to him.  Those thoughts caused the blood to fill his
member as it lengthened and thickened.  He watched it happen in the mirror and
with a few brushes of his fingertips brought himself to full hardness.  Then he
turned so he could view his profile, noting how his engorged 9 inches of male
flesh stood out.

He was still horny after the blow job he had received from Craig, so he snapped
off the overhead light and lifted a special box down from the top shelf of his
closet.  It was there he kept a collection of magazines for times like
this...times he wanted a slow, fantasy filled session of masturbating.  Tonight
he was going to indulge himself as he grabbed a bottle of lotion and greased
himself before settling back for a second release of his pent-up juices as he
tried not to listen to the noises that leaked through the walls of Tristan's
room.  It was some time later after all three guys in the house jetted more man
juice from second or third rounds of carnal enjoyment did the house become quiet
and dark.

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"Tristan, time to get UP!" Randy told him emphatically since this was the third
time he was there to get Tristan out of bed and moving on the first day of
school.  With a mutter and a groan Tristan crawled out of bed still more asleep
than awake.  His bloated cock swung heavily in his boxers as he shuffled
sleepily to the bathroom and then stripped them off to drain his overfull
bladder while he scratched his pubes as he stood there.  In slow motion he
turned the water to the shower on and gathered his towel while the water warmed.

After adjusting the temp to his liking Tristan climbed in and closed the shower
curtain to take his usual 10 minute hot shower while he continued to come back
to the land of the living as he slowly woke up.  Finally he got around to
washing his hair and then soaped himself, cleaning all his hidden areas
thoroughly in order to avoid the social sin of body odor.  Besides, he always
wanted to smell as fresh and enticing as David did.  There was something about
David's scent that was like an aphrodisiac for Tristan.  Just thinking about it
and the feel of the slippery soap on his genitals made Tristan quickly grow hard
down there.  He began to gently masturbate himself, enjoying the sensations as
he imagined David was there with him and that they were "fooling around" as they
did every chance they could.

'Having a boyfriend was way better than a girlfriend,' Tristan decided for the
umpteenth time.  'They could indulge in the sex they wanted without all the
baggage such as pregnancy, menstrual periods, and parental lectures of saving
sex for marriage that went along with boy-girl sex scene,' he concluded.  That
was the entire point--he, Tristan, felt so complete, so fulfilled with David's
love as they had overcome society's constraints against two boys expressing
their love for each other in all possible ways.  And it was very unlikely he
would ever experience those same feelings of completion with a girl.

Without any forewarning there was a someone pinching his left buttock.  "What
the hell is going on here?" Tristan yelped in total surprise, his hands
ineffectively trying to shield his soapy and engorged tool.

"Morning there studly," David giggled on the dry side of shower curtain.  "I see
you are playing with my toys already this morning."

"Shit, you scared me!" Tristan exclaimed as he tried to get his heart rate to
slow down and turned to rinse the soap from his crotch.

"There, that's better.  Get rinsed off and jump out so I can dry ya off," David
instructed.  "We need to get going so we can check in at school right away when
they open the doors and find our lockers and stuff."

Tristan groaned and then yawned a jaw popping yawn.  "I didn't think you would
be here so early.  How can you be so anxious to get going when we're starting a
whole 'nother year of school?" he said as he climbed out of the shower.

David talked as he briskly dried the boy he loved.  "Because.  Come on Tris, you
know why.  Just think, we're taking driver's ed this year and pretty soon we'll
have our drivers licenses!  And then I have a kewl shop class and we are in phy
ed and math class together.  We're gonna have a great year!  There, you are
almost done except for these hangy downy parts," and David knelt down to
carefully wipe the excess moisture from Tristan's genitals.  Giving Tristan's
cock head a little kiss he announced, "There, all done...that'll have to hold
you till later big boy."

"Mmmmmmm, I wish we could stay home and do more of that," Tristan rumbled in his
morning voice.

"Just tell your thinger to go back to sleep, would ya?  Here, put these on and
save it for later," David teased as he tossed Tristan's fresh underwear at him.
And then goosed Tristan as he was bending over to slip them on.

"No fair!  And if you keep playing around like that I'm going to rip off your
clothes and rape your fine virgin body."  Tristan threatened as he pulled his
boxers up and over his ample goods, leaving only a nature trail pointing to the
hidden treasures below.

"You're wrong there, oh dog breath.  First, you'd never be able to rip my
clothes off and second, this boy ain't no virgin."

"Dog breath?  You telling me I have bad breath now?  And yeah, I KNOW for a fact
that you aren't a virgin any more."  Tristan reached for his toothpaste in the
drawer as he looked over at David leaning against the closed door.  David
watched Tristan as he brushed his teeth and finished his morning routine of
getting ready, but stepped in to help apply scented anti-deodorant to Tristan's
underarms.  David's free hand slipped around Tristan's chest to play with his
nipples in the process.  There wasn't a thing about Tristan that David didn't
find sexy looking.

"You'd better stop doing that," Tristan warned.

"How come?" David giggled.

"Cuz you're making something down there wake up again," Tristan pointed down to
his growing snake.

"Whoops.  Can't have that.  No time.  Let's see, I know a couple of things
that'll take care of that 'little' problem."

"Yeah, I do too," Tristan breathed as he pulled David to him and grabbed David's
butt with both hands."

"That's not what I had in mind," David said impishly.  "I was thinking more
along the lines of either some ice water or a whack in the balls."

"You are a cock tease, you know that?" Tristan complained. "You want it, I can
tell."

"Yeah, I want it...most all the time, but not right now," David confessed before
looking Tristan in the eye and asking,  "Didn't you get enough Saturday night?
How many times was that again?"

Tristan blushed.  He and David had made love all night, taking short naps after
bouts of lovemaking.  "Ummmm, I didn't think to count them.  Let's see, there
was the first time at Craig's house, then I think it was what, three more for
each of us?"

"Did you forget the hand job you gave me out on the couch?" David reminded him.

"Oh yeah, so that makes 5 times for you and 4 times for me.  You still owe me
one.  That's why I'm still a little horny," Tristan said with a big laugh.

"Maybe so, but I'm still a little sore from that workout you gave me the other
night...so we'll have to do something later about it...today we need to get to
school early," David reiterated and opened the bathroom door to leave.  "Time to
get going, dude."

"David!" Tristan yelped.  Even though he had his boxers on, he still felt naked
with his semi-hardon pushing out the front of them.  He peeked around the corner
of the bathroom door before making a dash to his bedroom where David was waiting
for him.  "I'm gonna get you one of these days.  Just remember, paybacks are a
bitch!"

"Oooh, like I'm so worried!" David said with his back to Tristan as he was
picking out clothes for Tristan to wear.  "Here, wear these."  David had picked
out khaki shorts, a tight muscle shirt and a matching over shirt.  Tristan had
put them on as David watched him cover up the studly body he had grown so
intimately familiar with.

"So does this look OK then?" Tristan asked when he was finished as he spread his
arms out and stepped up to David.

David stepped into his arms, unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt and
said, "Now you are the sexiest guy in the school...and you belong to me so don't
forget it!".  They kissed and then stood there in each other's arms enjoying a
moment of physical closeness before they proceeded with a day that would allow
no further intimacies.

David chatted with Randy while Tristan shoveled cereal into his mouth.  As
Tristan was finishing it was David who got Tristan's backpack closed up and
ready to go and was waiting with it at the door by the time Tristan was rinsing
out his bowl.

Randy took note of all these things and inwardly marveled as he finished getting
ready to go to work.   Without ruffling Tristan's feathers David had effectively
hustled Tristan into leaving early for school and Tristan seemed to like having
David do things for him.  One thing for sure was that Tristan didn't grump at
David like he would have at Randy if it was Randy trying to keep Tristan moving.

"Kay, we're going!  Bye Randy!" David announced cheerily as he picked up his
backpack and football.

"Bye Dad," was Tristan's typically laid back farewell.

"Bye, have a good day at school," Randy told them as he in turn prepared to
leave for work.  Despite his misgivings  about his initial foray into man sex,
he felt good this morning.  His 'nads were content for once and Randy remembered
how good it felt to receive the attention and obvious interest from a man like
Craig.  Randy still didn't understand what an educated man like Craig saw in a
blue collar worker like himself.  Right now though he realized he had better
stop thinking about Craig and the sex they enjoyed since that line of thought
was causing his hose to fill.  Rearranging himself down there Randy picked up
his lunch bucket and headed off to work, resolutely putting Craig out of his
mind as he began to mentally plan his upcoming work day.

The boys had stepped out into the fresh morning air and were well on their to
the school by the time Randy left the house.  The high school was about a mile
away from Tristan's home and David set the pace of a swift walk in his
determination to be there early.

"Damn, if I didn't know better I would be thinking you were in a hurry to go
hustle some chick by the way you're acting this morning," Tristan semi-
complained.

"You know better," was David's unruffled response.  "Go out for a pass....kick
it in gear there Cochran!," he directed as he prepared to pass the football to
his lover and best friend.  Tristan was awake enough to catch it and so it was
they played football on the way to school, passing it back and forth as they
alternately walked and jogged.

Soon enough they were at the school and joined the line forming outside the
doors. They chatted and laughed with the friends they found there, patiently
waiting for the doors to open so they could get their locker and home room
assignments.  It had always been that way on the first day of school, a madhouse
of confusion as the students excitedly found their alloted square footage of
personal space in the school domain while carrying on with all of natural
enthusiasm teenagers can have.  "The door's open!" came the cry from the front
of the line and immediately all chatter stopped as they streamed through the
doors and headed for their respective check-in stations strategically set up
right inside.

"David Cochran, I mean Brandt," David announced  to the young school secretary
who sat under the sign labeled 'sophomores' and then blushed quite red as he
realized what he'd said.  The woman who was in her early 20's glanced at up him
with confusion before she rifled through a bundle of slips and extracted one
handing it to David.  It read 'David Brandt--Locker 472 and Home Room: Room
111.'  Still blushing David stole a quick look at Tristan and said, "See ya at
the lockers, mine's 472."

Stifling his laughter at David's blunder Tristan could barely talk.  "Yeah, OK."
Tristan turned to the secretary and said, "I'm Tristan Cochran.  That guy ahead
of me was trying to steal my name."  The young secretary smiled at him although
she was still a bit confused by the whole thing.

"Here you are, Tristan," she said sweetly, batting her eyes at the hunky young
man who stood in front of her.

"Thanks," Tristan said politely as she continued to check him out with obvious
interest.  After her eyes dropped down and back up a couple of times he figured
out what she was looking at and decided it was high time to be elsewhere.
"Bye," he gulped out and fled.  He looked for David while trying to see what his
slip had on it.  It said 'Tristan Cochran--Locker 476 and Home Room:  Chorus
Room.'

"Tristan, over here!" came David's voice cutting over the babble of the
student's voices.

"There you are!" Tristan exclaimed with relief.  "Is this where our lockers
are?" he asked loudly as he walked up to David and then leaned close to quietly
say, "And what was that slip-up about David *Cockran* might I ask?  Is there
something you've been meaning to tell me, hmmmm?" he teased.

David glanced at him and then looked away.  Then his gaze swung back to Tris.
"Ummm, can we talk about it later?"

"You can count on it," Tristan grinned back.  "What home room do you have?
Mine's the chorus room, naturally."

"111.  English.  Bleh!  Stuck with old battleaxe Mrs. Johnson."

"Poor Davie.  You should have signed up for chorus so you could be with me."
Tristan teased.

"Yeah, maybe.  But it wouldn't be long before they threw me out for not being
able to carry a tune in bucket.  I'll walk with ya to the chorus room and then
I'll head back to 111.  That way I won't have to be in there with that old biddy
as long."

"Deal.  Let's head in that direction then."

"Sure."

The two boys made their way through the halls of the school, stopping to talk
with various other friends.  They stopped to talk often since David had lots of
friends from his sporting activities and due to the fact that he was generally
liked and admired by his classmates.   Tristan didn't have as many admirers as
David did since Tristan wasn't a star athlete, but they talked with a few of his
other friends as well.  It was fun to see everyone again and to be back
together, even if it meant they were back in the school regimen.

"Here we are," Tristan announced as they walked up to the music department
doors.  "See ya at lunch, stud," he said quietly as he looked into the eyes of
the boy he loved.  "Be good."

David knew what that code phrase meant.  The undercurrent meant 'I love you and
care so much about you'.  "Yeah, you too, and wait for me before you get into
the lunch line, OK?" David replied and after another look in each other's eyes,
they parted to go their separate ways for the morning.

David peeled off to go back to the English department as Tristan swung into the
chorus room.  Tristan knew most of the kids in there and as he expected, he saw
Drew standing in the back chatting idly with another guy.

"Hiya Drew!  How's it hanging? " Tristan greeted him and then gave a quick "hi"
to the other kid, a younger, shorter guy with brown hair that had blonde tips
and greenish blue eyes.

Drew winked at Tristan before answering, "Hey Tristan!  It's hanging just fine.
Sean and I were just talking about trying out for Select Chorus.  You should try
out too."  Tristan was struck again by the beauty of Drew's sapphire blue eyes.
Combined with Drew's dark handsomeness, it was a stunning combination.

"Might do that, if I'm good enough," Tristan said doubtfully.  "I dunno though,
I just started singing last year."

"Hey, you'll never know unless you try," Drew said with conviction.  "Do you two
guys know each other?" he asked Tristan and Sean.

"Nope," Tristan said.

"I know who you are but we haven't met before," Sean admitted.

"I'm Tristan Cochran.  You're a freshman?" Tristan asked.

"Yeah.  My name is Sean Adams.  What part do you sing?  Drew said he usually
sings bass," Sean chattered away semi-nervously.  Here he was, a lowly freshman
with no social status, talking with two older and obviously athletic studs who
were in chorus with him.

"Usually bass or baritone.  I fit the baritone range best I guess," Tristan said
with a shrug.  "It sounds like you will make a good tenor," he added.

"Yeah, that's where I'll get put, I'm sure," he said in his clear tones.  They
weren't girlishly high, but he definitely had a higher normal voice pitch than
Tristan and quite obviously, Drew.

At that moment the warning bell rang and the teacher came into the room and
called the class into order.  "Everyone, find a place to stand and we'll get
organized here.  Boys on the risers to my left and girls to my right.  We'll see
who's here and then we'll do some warming up.  By the way, I'm Mr. Reed for
those of you who are new to chorus."  He swiftly did a roll call and then hit a
note on the piano for pitch.  "OK everyone, we'll go down the scale from this
note and back up.  Guys, sing an octave lower than the girls."    They went
through warm ups until everyone's voices were fully functional and then they
started singing familiar songs.  They would sing and then Mr. Reed would move
people around, trying to place students into voice groupings.  By the end of the
hour Tristan found himself in a middle row in front of Drew, who was in the back
row, and standing behind Sean who was in the front row.   He liked having chorus
first thing in the day.  It gave his a brain a chance to wake up fully and he
always felt energized by the time they were done with an hour's worth of
singing.

And so Tristan's first day of school was off to a good start, and he was busy
enough to not be thinking about his David and missing him every minute.  But
when lunch time was near, Tristan's stomach was thinking of food while his head
and heart were focused on seeing David and catching up on their first morning
back in school!  As Tristan rounded the corner into the lunch room someone
caught his arm and spoke in his ear.  "Hey Tris, its about time you got here!
I've been waiting for ya."  It was David and he hadn't gotten into the lunch
line--instead David waited for him!  Now that had to be true love, didn't it?

After getting their food they sat side by side at the tables so they could at
least touch knees if nothing else.  They joined some of their classmates and the
entire group chattered away like magpies, talking about their summer, the
teachers, sports, and everything else that mattered to them at the moment.
Tristan couldn't help but think while some of the boys talked about their summer
activities, "I'll bet none of them have had the summer I did or learn how to
love a guy like I have.  And they have no clue what they are missing."  Just the
thought of the sex he and David enjoyed made his male appendage swell rapidly
and he squirmed as he tried to get it settled.

David was so tuned into Tristan by now that just by glancing he could see what
had Tristan squirming.  He turned to look at Tristan and smirked, knowing that
Tristan couldn't do a damn thing about his woodie.  Knowing what was trapped in
Tristan's shorts and not being able to react made David's itch ignite.  He had
to quickly adjust himself down there too as his tool sprang to full hardness.
He gobbled down the rest of his food hoping his erection would subside, but no,
it stayed at full mast and throbbed with an insistent ache.  Finishing his food,
he poked Tristan with an elbow and said, "I gotta go hit the men's room," and
nodded with his head for Tristan to follow.  Both boys shielded their front with
their trays as they got up and after disposing of them, quickly made their way
to one of the more secluded bathrooms.

David quickly checked to make sure no one else was in there before pulling
Tristan into his arms around a corner out of sight of the door.  "You dork!" he
exclaimed quietly while he held his Tris.  "As soon as I saw you grow wood mine
got hard and stayed that way too!"

"Awwwww, poor Davie," Tristan giggled.  "You want me to make it feel all better
or something?"

"I wish," David said.  "I really do, Tris, but not here.  Too easy to get
caught.  Just give me a quick kiss and that'll have to hold me till later I
guess."  David's lips found Tristan's at the conclusion of those words and they
quickly realized what a mistake it was to be kissing there at school.  With
their lips being directly wired to their dicks, it only made the urge for sex
more insistent.  David pulled back practically panting for breath and fighting
for control.  He stared into Tristan's eyes while he rubbed his hand over the
prominent bulge in Tristan's pants.

"Oooooooh, that's good, Davie.  But if you aren't gonna finish it you gotta stop
now," Tristan said in David's ear, "or I'm going to rip your clothes off and
ravish your studly body right here and now," as his hand found David's rigid sex
tool and squeezed it gently.  "This thing is all swollen up, maybe it needs to
be iced down?" Tristan teased.

David's hips bucked as jolts of intense desire rocked his body when Tristan
squeezed his dick.  "And if you don't stop  I'm going to do a Brad Mills in my
pants right here and now,"  David warned Tristan with a groan in his voice.

"Kay, stud, but we're gonna have to figure something out for later cuz you need
it baaaaaad," Tristan giggled softly before giving David one last peck on the
cheek and pat on the ass.  "See if you can take a piss and maybe then it'll
relax," he suggested.

David moved into a cubicle and popped open his pants and let it all hang out.
It was still as hard as a rod of steel and at that minute all he wanted was to
be having sweet sex with his main man, Tristan.  It was all he could do to push
it down enough to aim for the water.

"Any luck?" Tristan's voice echoed over the walls of the cubicle.

"No, none at all."

"Still have your problem?"

"Yup.  Majorly."

"Oh.  Well, mine is better.  I've got an idea.  Hang on a sec."  The sound of
water running and the towel dispenser operating told David what Tristan was
doing.  And then there was Tristan with a soaking wet towel in his hand,
giggling.

"Here, I put cold water on this towel.  Maybe it will help you cool down that
red hot poker of yours since there's no cold shower here.  Turn around and hold
your pants out of the way and I'll get ya cooled down some," Tristan giggled
more.  And so Tristan wrapped the dripping wet paper towel around David's
overheated sex parts, careful not to otherwise touch or squeeze David's
pulsating rod.

It worked.  The cool towel took away the insistent throbbing and it relaxed
enough so David could piss a thin stream into the toilet, thereby releasing the
rest of the built up desire.  "Oh God," David sighed with relief as he put his
tool back in his pants and tucked in his shirt.  Then he turned and said,
"Tristan, I was saving up my good stuff for you but I don't know if I can do it.
Man, I can't go through the whole school year like this because you aren't there
to help take care of it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Tristan said seriously.  "We'll have to figure
something out cuz I don't want to waste a single drop of that good stuff of
yours.  Know what I mean?" and he raised both eyebrows in a suggesting leer.

"Kay, but we gotta find someplace private to do it, somehow, somewhere."

"Yeah."  And the conversation ended right then since the bathroom door banged
open as another person entered.  That ended any further conversation regarding
their sex lives.  All to soon they were separated again in separate classes.

Tristan idly doodled in his new notebook while listening to his social studies
and english teachers drone away about their learning plans and rules.  What he
really wanted to do was to draw...image after image of David flashed through his
mind as he flipped through the mental snapshots he had of David.  That was the
one!  Yes, that one.  It was when they were down by the river and David was nude
(naturally) and sitting on the ground with his arms wrapped around his knees.
The perspective from the side showed his manhood peeking out with just the tip
of his glans exposed. Tristan began a rough sketch...just the outlines so he
could further visualize and perfect the proportions.  Little did Tristan know
that on the first day of his sophomore year of high school he was beginning the
first detailed drawing in a lifetime spent producing fine drawings of male
nudes.  David was his first, as he was in all things important to Tristan.

It was in algebra class that Tristan showed David his raw sketch.  "That's
supposed to be me?" David whispered across the aisle as they sat in class after
he peeked inside the notebook.

"Yup," Tristan grinned back.

"Dude, you gotta be really careful with this," David warned.

"Don't worry Davie, I will," Tristan promised.  "This is just an outline sketch.
I'll do the real one at home."

"Good."

"Is there something you two boys would like to share with the rest of the
class?" came the booming voice of Mrs. Spitzer.

David blushed and mumbled, "Uh, no, Mrs. Spitzer."

Tristan put on his innocent face and shook his head.  "Uh uh," was his reply.

She glared at both boys.  "Then please be quiet in class.  Now I was trying to
talk about the uses of geometry in real life.  Without it, our modern society
could not have evolved as modern math and design is all based upon the
principles we will be learning this year...blah blah blah."

It was with great relief to David that the end of the day bell rang at 3:24.  It
had taken him the rest of the class period to get his nervous system to calm
down again.  He was so afraid that old Mrs. Spitzer was going to snatch up
Tristan's drawing and get caught up in overly righteous concern for their
morals.  He hardly heard a word the rest of the period.  As soon as they were
out the door David elbowed Tristan in the ribs, hard.  "If anyone sees you
drawing that stuff there'll be hell to pay, you know that," he warned Tristan
again.

"Yeah, David.  I know.  I promise I will be more careful.  It what I was seeing
in my head and I wanted to jot it down, that's all."

"I don't know how you can do it, draw like that," David admitted in an admiring
tone.

"I've diddled around drawing things from first grade on," Tristan said as they
approached their lockers.  "You know that."

"Yeah, but I can't even draw a straight line," David joked.  "Now comes the best
part of school.  FOOTBALL!  That's something I can do!!!"

"You betcha," Tristan agreed.  "Lead on oh great and mighty quarterback.  We
exist to do the bidding of our stupendous leader!"

"You are so full of it," David said.

"Nuh uh." Tristan said with a wink.  "I don't recall being full of IT for a long
time now.  I'm thinking it's my turn pretty soon."

David stood up from putting his books away and stared at him, shocked that
Tristan would be openly joking about what their private stuff.  "I can't believe
you said that."

"Why?  It's true."

"Not in public."

"Who was there to hear?  It's just you and me standing by our lockers."

"Yeah, but what if someone did hear you next time?"

"You worry too much, David."

"No, Tris.  I don't.  You know what could happen to me if this got out.  You
wouldn't be the loser, I would, so remember and do it for me, kay babe?" David
said with suppressed force.

"OK, yeah.  For you, sweet buns, I will," Tristan demurred, closing his locker.

"Tristan!"  David slammed his locker shut.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch David.  It's time for football."

"Oooh, you're gonna be so sorry too!" David threatened.

"I can take whatever you dish out, big man," Tristan teased back as they headed
for the gym.  They hit the changing room and greeted their teammates with the
usual tough guy banter, except for Chuck Isaacs, otherwise known as "Stubby".
Ever since Drew faced him down he wouldn't talk with them but would shoot glares
at them when he thought they weren't looking.  They ignored him but privately
agreed that he was trouble with a capital T.

"Hey Drew!" Tristan greeted their sumptuous looking friend.  Drew had his shirt
off already and he turned and flashed them a gleaming smile.

"Hey you two!  What's happenin'?" he said as he lightly punched fists with both
boys.

Tristan leaned over and confided, "David thinks he's gonna make me sorry today
for being here."

"Uh huh.  Why's that?"

"Cuz he think's I have a big mouth."

Drew laughed.  "Well, you kinda do."

"Some friend you are." Tristan gave Drew a backhand slap to the belly.

"Hey, watch that shit or I'll have to kick your ass!" Drew warned him.

"Yeah, sure.  Just remember, it's the baritones that make the bass singers sound
good."

"You should wish you baritones sounded good," Drew retorted as he dropped his
pants and underwear in one revealing swoop.

Tearing his eyes from Drew's luscious body and long dangling male parts, Tristan
turned to his own locker and began changing.  It was a good thing he had David
for a boyfriend or he didn't know how he would be able to keep himself away from
that Drew.  He simply HAD to draw Drew in the nude!  There were no two ways
about it!

David had been dressing all the while Tristan had been chatting with Drew and
Tristan only caught a glimpse of his disappearing ass as David pulled his
football pants over his "sweet buns".   "Hey you guys, get dressed and get out
on the field.  We have some serious work to do today if we are going to beat
those Roughriders this Friday," David admonished.  It was time for football and
now David was down to business!

David was right.  Football practice that day was brutal.  The coach pushed them
hard, taking no excuses for slacking or for mental errors.  Tristan ran with the
ball more than a few times and managed to hang on to it most of the time.  He
was tackled more than once, and that wasn't so bad except for one time.  That's
when he found himself knocked down by a vicious tackle and as he laid there with
the wind half knocked out of him, he recognized the voice that hissed as the
tackler got up, "You better watch your degenerate faggot ass there Cochran.  I'm
gonna kick it every chance I get before you rot in hell."  It was Chuck Isaacs.

Stunned physically and mentally, Tristan watched him in a daze before David was
there helping him up.  "You OK, bud?" David asked worriedly.

"Ummmm, I guess.  David, Stubby threatened me and called me a degenerate faggot.
You think he knows?"

David frowned as they stood there with their helmets touching.  "I don't think
so.  I mean how could he?"

Tristan answered, "Yeah, he's only seen us in football practice.  Maybe he's
just being the rotten asshole he really is.  God, that kid is one messed up
sorry son of a bitch.  Still, we're gonna have to watch either other's back with
him.  He's a mean little fucker."

"Yeah, and we'll have to tell Drew too."

"Yeah."  That being said, David and Tristan rejoined the team and got back down
to business albeit a slower than before.  He still hurt and he also needed to
keep a wary eye out for Stubby.

It was during a brief lull in the practice that Tristan noticed something.  The
cheerleaders were out by the football field doing some of their own practicing.
What caught Tristan's eye was the fact that mixed in with 6 girls was the figure
of a guy!  The male cheerleader wasn't all that big for a guy, maybe a little
over 5 foot tall and a big scrawny, about 115 pounds.  And he looked to be a
freshman judging from what Tristan could see from across the football field.
"Hey David, look over there," Tristan commented as they stood together.

"What?" David said looking in the general direction but not immediately catching
what Tristan was talking about.

"Look at the cheerleaders.  See anything different?" Tristan prompted.

"Ummmm, no.  Wait a minute!  Is that a guy over there cheerleading?" David was
incredulous.  "Look at him go!" as the male cheerleader did several successive
cartwheels.

Drew walked up and joined them.  "What you looking at?" he asked them.

"There's a guy cheerleader over there," Tristan explained.  "And he knows some
gymnastics stuff by the looks of it."

"That's kewl," Drew commented nonchalantly.

"St. Mary's High has its first ever male cheerleader and you don't care?" David
asked with surprise.

"Hell no!  Why should I?  If he wants to do it and gets the crowd involved, then
more power to him.  It can only help the team," Drew shrugged his left shoulder
in a show of disinterest.

Their interest in the newest cheerleader was broken at that moment by the coach
sending the football team into their next series of practice maneuvers.  The
three boys had no time to watch the cheerleaders during the rest of their
practice.

It turned out to be a long, hot practice.  The boys walked slowly back to the
locker rooms when it finished, not talking much.  The coaches worked their butts
off that day.  David and Tristan told Drew in a minimum of words what Stubby had
done and said.  Drew was usually a nice, laid back kind of guy.  But after Drew
heard what Tristan had to tell about Stubby they saw a side of Drew they never
suspected even existed.  Before they entered the school Drew blew up.  "That
fucking son of a bitch!  If he hurts either of you guys I'm gonna fuckin' do
some serious damage to that asshole.  He's gonna find exactly what's he messing
with, that boy.  Jes leave him to me.  He think he's better than all the rest of
us, well, I'm gonna learn him a little something different."

"Whoa, Drew.  You don't have to go ballistic here," David said, amazed at the
change in their friend.  His mode of speech changed into that of a lean, mean,
black fighting machine.  "Settle down some there Drew so we can go in," David
warned as he held the door to the locker room for his friends.

When they got to their lockers Drew spoke again.  "He's a got a real mean streak
in him, that boy, and I've taken shit from people like him before.  I know how
they are.  The only thing that will work is that he needs to understand that
messing around wit' me and my friends is gonna hurt him in return big time.  He
and I are gonna have a little talk at the right time and place, don't you worry
none." Drew finished his rant and stared over at Stubby's locker.  "He isn't
there now, the chicken shit bastard.  No matter, I'll talk wit' him later."
Drew started stripping off his sweaty practice gear with determination.

Tristan grabbed Drew by the arm.  "Yeah, he's not here so cool down Drew.  I'm
OK, so there's no need to be so upset.  Let's just hit the showers."  That's
what Tristan was waiting for.  He could look at Drew's naked body all day, it
had that much fascination to him.  Tristan KNEW he loved David with all his
heart, but the artist in him was captivated by the godlike beauty of Drew's male
physique.  There wasn't a single flaw to be seen anywhere on Drew's body unless
you included the fact that he was circumsized.

Drew pulled his towel out of his locker before turning to Tristan and saying,
"You jest watch your back boy.  And I'll be watching out for ya and David here
will too, right David?"

"Yup.  Absolutely," as David flashed a worried glance at Tristan.  He couldn't
stand the thought of Tristan getting hurt.

"Kay then, we got that all straight.  Now we can shower," Drew announced and led
the way, stark naked as usual  carrying his towel over his left shoulder.  Not
wanting to be outdone in being nonchalantly proud of his body, Tristan did the
same thing except for the fact he wore his towel on his right shoulder.  That
left David bringing up the rear fighting the inclination to wrap his towel
around his waist but then found his quarterback bravado and marched with his
goods for all to see into the showers too.

The hot showers felt so good!  Just as they had finished soaping up and rinsing
off there was a commotion in the locker room and by the sounds of things it was
heading towards the shower bay.  "LET ME GO!  DON'T!  QUIT IT YOU ASSHOLES!"
Turning around to see what the cause of the ruckus the boys saw Stubby, of
course, and another boy manhandling the new male cheerleader towards the
showers.  It didn't seem to matter to them that the cheerleader kid was dressed
in his street clothes while the perpetrators were dressed only in their jocks.
And the kid was much smaller than the two football players.  He didn't stand a
chance against the older and bigger boys.

Almost as soon as they could comprehend what was going on, Stubby and his
friend, Zachary Schmidt, had the kid in under the water, soaking him down with
cold water.  This blatant bullying by Stubby ignited the smoldering ire of
Drew's.  In two giant strides Drew grabbed Stubby around the neck and the back
of his jockstrap, yanking him away from the kid.  Tristan and David each grabbed
an arm of Zachary and pulled him away too.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" Drew screamed at Chuck, a.k.a. Stubby.  "If I ever see
you threaten or bully anyone else I'm gonna do serious damage to you!"

"Oh yeah?  You think you are some pretty hot stuff, don't ya black boy?" taunted
Stubby.

Quick as lightening Drew lunged at Stubby and threw him into the nearest
lockers.  Stubby hit with a huge crash and went sprawling on the floor.

"You want to be calling me any more of your racist bull shit names now Stubby?"
Drew asked as he stood over Stubby with his fists clenched.

"WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE?" bellowed the voice of Coach Anderson.  "Andrews, what
are you doing?" he demanded.  "Did you hit him?"

"No sir, not yet I haven't, but I did throw him into the lockers," Drew readily
admitted, standing there totally naked with the aplomb of a king.  "This piece
of shit was picking on this kid over here and threw him in the shower with his
clothes just to be mean.  And then when I pulled him off the kid he started in
with the racist name calling.  So I shoved him into the lockers."

"Is that right?" the coach asked the bystanders, which by now included half the
football team.

When everyone replied to the affirmative, Coach Anderson told Stubby to get his
clothes and come with him.  "Was anyone else involved in this?"

Fingers pointed at Zachary who was trying to act innocent and also at David and
Tristan who were standing with the cheerleader kid.  The kid held his belly with
one arm and was slightly hunched over.  He was trying his hardest not to let it
show but his quivering mouth plainly showed the pent up emotion.

"OK, Zachary, you get your clothes too and come with me.  You other three, Drew,
David, Tristan, get dressed.  Then you come see me along with this other guy."
Coach looked directly at the cheerleader and asked, "What's your name?"

"Anthony Miller," the kid stammered.

"I haven't seen you before.  Are you new here?"

"Y...y...yes, I am," Anthony stammered again and then quickly wiped both eyes.

"OK, you come in with these three and see me before you go home today.  Now
everyone break it up.  You two, let's go."  The coach escorted Stubby and
Zachary out of the locker room.

Drew watched Stubby and Zachary leave and then turned to the kid.  "You OK?" he
asked, his voice full of concern.

"I dunno," the Anthony answered in a quavery voice.  "My stomach hurts really
bad and I might throw up."

"Did those guys hit you in the stomach?" Drew asked as he put his arm around the
kid.

"No," came the reply in a very quiet, shuddery voice as Anthony looked down at
the floor.

"Then what's wrong?" Drew asked as he motioned to David to get his towel for
him.

"They took me by surprise when they both hit me in the balls and it hurt so much
I couldn't do anything.  They still really hurt...way up into my stomach."  And
with that admission Anthony couldn't hold his tears in any longer.

David arrived with Drew's towel by this time and handed it to Drew.  Drew calmly
put his towel around himself and put his arm around Anthony and took him over to
his locker and sat down on the bench with him, holding him the entire time.
"It's OK buddy, it'll stop hurting so much after a bit.  Those assholes aren't
gonna bother you no more, jes you wait 'n see," Drew reassured him as Anthony
hid his face against Drew's shoulder while he cried.  Drew rubbed Anthony's back
a little as he held the smaller guy.

Anthony looked up into Drew's face with his teary eyes asked, "How do you know
they won't?  They will too."

"Nuh uh, you're wrong there little buddy.  I'm gonna talk to them in the only
language they understand."

"What's that?"  Anthony asked.

"The same language they used on you.  They're gonna know if they hurt my frien's
I'm gonna hurt them back only more.  I'm thinkin' that Stubby's balls are gonna
be feeling some pain real soon like."

"You would do that?" Anthony asked with wide open eyes and tears trickling down
his cheeks as he looked up into Drew's face.  "Does that mean I'm your friend?"

"Yup, it sure does, son.  And I want you to meet my other friends.  This is
David and this here's Tristan.  You can count of them too, right guys?" Drew
said as he looked over at David and Tristan.   The two of them were standing off
to one of Drew and Anthony as the pair of boys dried themselves.

"Yeah, a friend of Drew's is a friend of ours," David said as he held his towel
in front of himself, shielding his groin.  He was still self conscious around
other guys since he was one of the few guys in the entire school that was uncut.

Tristan stopped drying himself and looked over at Anthony.  "Yup, you stick with
us Anthony and you won't have a thing to worry about from Stubby.  We'll tell
coach that you're dressing with us from now on."

Anthony nodded and smiled a weak smile.  "That's really good.  I'd like that a
lot."  It was a monumental understatement because Anthony was thinking he had
died and gone to heaven.  He was being held by real hunk of a guy  and then
Drew's football buds were taking him into their obviously tight friendship as
well.  And to top it all off these guys  didn't mind him seeing all of their
goodies.  And as soon as he allowed those thoughts to enter his mind, he began
to bone up despite the residual ache in his balls.

Drew gave him a little hug and asked, "Are you better now?  It doesn't hurt so
much?"

"Ummm, yeah its kinda getting better," Anthony admitted hesitantly.  He felt so
warm and protected and safe there with Drew's arm around him.  He never felt so
good before in his life...nor had he wanted anything or anyone so badly in the
entire 15 years of his life as he wanted Drew.  To his great disappointment, his
admission caused Drew to take his arm away and stand up.

"Kay, son, I'm gonna get dressed here since David and Tristan are almost
finished."  Drew took his towel off and dried the inner parts of his anatomy
right there in front of Anthony.  Anthony just sat and watched, drinking in the
sight of his protector's masculine beauty and marveling at the size of his
equipment.  "Heck, Drew is as big as I am fully hard when his is soft," Anthony
thought to himself as his own cock sprang to an intense erection.  And then the
chill from his wet clothes hit him since Drew's warm body wasn't sheltering him.
He shivered from the cold dampness his clothes.

Drew noticed right away.  "You're shivering?" he asked.

"Yeah, these clothes are cold," Anthony said rather pitifully.

"Do you have something else you can wear?" Tristan piped up as he was stowing
his gear.

Anthony shook his head no at first, then his head came up.  "Wait, I have my
cheerleading clothes in my bag," he remembered. "They might be kinda, you know,
smelly from practice."

"Hey, they're better than being entirely wet and cold, aren't they?" Drew
rumbled behind him.  "Go get them and you can change before we see the coach."

Anthony shot Drew an anxious look.  "You won't leave me here, will ya?"

"Nope.  Not if you want us to stay."  Drew began to get dressed.

"Yeah, I do.  Then I won't have to worry about anything." Anthony's face turned
from glumness to a beaming happiness like a floodlight was switched on inside.
It was that way too in his heart.  He had never before felt so secure, so safe,
so content as he did at that very moment.  "I'll get my bag...I'll be right
back!" Anthony yelped with joy before jumping up and running to get his gym bag.

Drew looked at his two football friends in total amazement before he too broke
into a grin.  "Let's get the little guy a locker set up.  Is there an empty one
here?" he asked as he pulled his pants on and tucked himself inside before
fastening them.

David and Tristan began checking for empties.  "Yeah, I found one!" David
exclaimed as he went down the row.

"Kay, we're gonna put that dufus James Wilson's clothes in that locker down
there....then Anthony can be right with us as we dress," Drew suggested.

"Fine by me," Tristan seconded the idea.  The kid was cute and he did need
someone to take him under their wing, that much was obvious.  And it looked like
Drew pretty much had adopted the kid.

"Give me Wilson's stuff," David directed.

Wilson's sweaty gear was gingerly transferred to its new home with the boys
using only two fingers to hold it.  "Gaaah, Wilson's sweaty gear is gross!"
Tristan complained.

By that time Anthony had zoomed back and plopped his bag down, pulling out his
cheerleading practice sweats.  He had everything he needed: a bright yellow t-
shirt and gray sweatpants as well as a pair of support briefs.  He started
stripping off his clothes and reached the point where his pants were to come off
before he hesitated.  "You guys won't laugh at me now, will ya?" he said
suddenly anxious.

Drew raised both of his eyebrows in a questioning response.  David looked
confused as he asked, "Why would we laugh?"

"Cuz, you know," Anthony said rather bashfully.  "I saw you guys when you were
dressing.  You've got so much more down there than I do," as he gestured vaguely
towards his crotch.

"Oh, OK," Tristan said.  "We won't laugh and if you want, we'll turn around,
won't we?" he said to David.

"Sure, no prob," David said.

Drew sat down again next to him and looked Anthony in the eyes.  "Son, we all
have the same parts here.  Nobody is gonna laugh at you.  Besides, it's not the
size that matters so much as what you do with what you've got.  That's what
really matters most," he calmly reassured Anthony.

"You...you promise?" Anthony asked anxiously.

"Yup, I promise, son.  So let's get those wet clothes off and get you dry, kay?
Do you have a towel here?"

"Uhhhh, no.  I wasn't gonna shower....cuz you know," Anthony admitted shyly as
he began to pull off his wet T-shirt.

"No, I don't know," Drew said as he helped Anthony get the stuck T-shirt pulled
up.

"Well, uh.....you know....cuz someone might laugh at me or make fun of me."

"You think you are the only one who is made fun of?" Drew asked.  "At one time
or another we've been made fun of too."

"You have?  Who would make fun of you?  You guys are awesome!"  And then Anthony
stopped, blushing since his real feelings slipped out.

Drew only smiled at him before he said, "You're pretty awesome too Anthony.  We
saw you doing those cartwheels at practice."

Anthony stopped unfastening his pants at those words.  "You did?  And you think
I'm awesome?" his voice squeaked at the end as it rose higher and higher.

"Yup, you're awesome too son," Drew repeated to him.  "Now drop 'em.  We need to
get you dressed so we can all go see the coach."

Anthony's confidence and happiness soared at those words.  He stood up straight
and dropped his pants and underwear in one swoop, and stood there naked in front
of the 3 other boys.  His dick stuck straight out since it was still semi-hard.
His lithe body showed the beginnings of puberty but it was obvious he was a late
bloomer.  There was a little patch of brown pubes over his cut dick and his
balls were probably half the size of Drew's.  "See," Anthony said.  "I'm not
built anything like you are," he said as he blushed once again.

"Hey, you've got more growing to do.  You probably just got a slow start," Drew
assured him as he picked up his towel and handed it to Anthony.  "My towel isn't
very wet, you can use it to dry off."  Unbidden the word "cute" came into Drew's
head as he looked watched Anthony dry himself.  The kid had the most winsome
greenish blue eyes and face, and a fine proportionate body as well.  All in all
he was a first class package of young teen boy - that was all there was to it.
And it was obvious Anthony needed someone to look out for him and protect his
cute little ass from bullies like Stubby.  "Shee-it, the kid sure is cute," Drew
thought to himself once more as he watched Anthony finish drying himself.  Was
it his imagination or was Anthony's cock bigger than it was a moment ago?

Anthony couldn't help it.  Try as he might, he couldn't control his unruly dick
from throwing a full fledged stiffy.  Being naked in front of three studly guys
like Drew, David, and Tristan made his worst nightmare come true - getting
sexually aroused by the sight and proximity of guys he fancied.  Although he had
never told anyone, Anthony knew it was guys he liked.  No, liked wasn't the
right word.  It was more of an irresistible attraction he felt with guys...and
never with girls.  And to have three very sexy dudes who had taken him under
their wing so far was more than his hormone filled body could resist.  Anthony
stood there awkwardly, hiding his 5 inch boner with Drew's towel as he reached
for his clothes with his free hand.  He dropped the towel, turned and slid on
his sweatpants as quickly as he could, but he still saw that Drew noticed his
hardon and glanced up to look at his face.  "S..s...sorry, I can't seem to
control my dick," Anthony stammered.

"Hey, it's happened to all of us," Drew said and added, "right guys?  Besides,
you just proved that you don't have any reason to be ashamed of the meat you are
packing."

"You really mean it?  It's happened to you?" Anthony said in total surprise.
"And you think mine is OK?"  in a breathless rush.

Drew laughed at Anthony's forthright way of saying what was on his mind.  "We're
fine.  You're fine.  Just fine.  You've got enough there to make someone else
happy, so don't worry about it.  And besides, you'll probably grow bigger down
there yet."

Anthony beamed as he finished dressing.  He couldn't remember feeling so happy
ever before.  In the space of a half an hour he had been traumatized by two
bullies who liked to pick on someone smaller and less aggressive only to be
rescued and totally taken in by three football jocks - even when he threw a rod
in front of them they didn't tease him or call him fag or any other such thing.
The walls caging his heart and soul came tumbling down in the space of that time
and it was Drew, his deliverer, that he gave his love to without restraint.

Once they all were dressed they went to see the coach en masse.  There was no
sign of Stubby or Zachary for which Anthony was very glad but Drew was
disappointed.  He had another score to settle now with that racist bully and he
was more than ready to do it!

"Coach, we're here," David called out since the coach wasn't in sight.

"Just a minute and I'll be with you guys," Coach Anderson replied from the
private dressing room behind his office.

The boys looked at each other and then Anthony sat down suddenly in the nearest
chair.

"You OK?" Drew asked with concern.

Anthony looked up at him and said, "Not really, my nuts still hurt down there
and I'm kinda scared about this whole thing," he admitted nervously.

Drew mussed up his hair slightly and said, "No reason to be scared, son.  And
your nuts should start feeling better pretty soon.  Just tell the coach what
happened and we'll back ya the whole way, got it?"

"Yupyup, got it."   Anthony leaned over and rested his hands on his knees as he
spread his legs to relieve the pressure on his sore nuts.

The coach came out to join them once more in his classroom attire minus the tie.
"So what happened out there?" he asked the boys.

With some prompting Anthony told the coach how Chuck and Zachary caught him
changing in the boys locker room when they came in from their practice and
started picking on him and made him all nervous.  They wouldn't let him leave so
he tried to shove his way past them and that's when they punched him in the
balls.  And as he was bent over with the pain they picked him up and drug him to
the showers and soaked his clothes.  "That's when Drew here came to my rescue,"
he finished with a shy grin for his hero.

"Yeah, when I pulled Stubby, I mean Chuck, off Anthony he started in on me so I
pushed him into the lockers.  That's when you came in," Drew stated matter-of-
factly.  "So what's gonna happen to those two?" he asked.

"They're off the team.  I will not tolerate conduct of that sort," Coach
Anderson said levelly.  "And they have an appointment with the principal in the
morning," he added.

"Good," Drew said with a quick nod of his head.  "Anthony here is going to be
dressing with the three of us from now on and he's getting the locker next to
mine," Drew  managed to temper his demand with a questioning note at the end of
his words.

"That sounds fine.   Are you OK with all of this?" the coach asked Anthony.

"Oh yes!  I sure am!" Anthony exclaimed with happiness.

"How do your nuts feel?" the coach asked point blank.

"They still hurt."  Anthony answered as he looked down at the floor.

"A lot or just some?" the coach probed for more information.

"Just some now."

"OK, then I'll let you go home.  If they swell up or if the pain doesn't go away
make sure you go see a doctor, got that?" the coach instructed.

"Yes sir, I got it," Anthony glanced at the coach's face, then dropped his gaze
and blushed slightly.  He wasn't used to being around a man since his dad didn't
live with him.  Anthony couldn't remember his dad ever living with him since the
divorce happened when he was a toddler.  And sure as hell wasn't used to talking
about his private parts with anyone!

"Well that's it then.  It's time for everyone to be heading for home here," the
coach said in dismissal.  "See you tomorrow guys."

"Yeah, thanks coach," David spoke up as the group spokesman.

"See ya tomorrow," Tristan went.

"Yup, tomorrow coach," Drew echoed.

Anthony stood up and looked at the coach for a second before saying, "Thanks
coach.  I'll be the best football cheerleader you've ever seen!" And then he
rushed out to catch up with Drew.  It was all he could do to hold himself back
from slipping his hand in Drew's as they walked out of the school together.

Drew asked once they were outside, "Where do ya live Anth?"

Anthony's heart skipped a beat at hearing that.  Drew called him Anth!  It was
so awesome!  "Over on 4th street."

"Kay, that's kewl.  I'll walk ya home unless you have a ride coming," Drew
offered.

"You will?  You really want to do that?" Anthony all but gushed with excitement.

"Sure I do," Drew said as he laid his arm over Anthony's shoulder. "Then I know
you made it home safe like just in case Stubby and Zach are laying for ya."

Anthony all but melted into Drew.  He was so deliriously happy!  His hero was
gonna walk him home!  And so they said their goodbyes to David and Tristan
before heading in another direction with Drew's arm still lightly resting over
Anthony's shoulders.

"Isn't that something?" Tristan asked as he watched Drew and Anthony walking
away.

"What?" David asked.

"The way Drew has taken a liking to that Anthony kid.  He's practically adopted
him."

"Heh, that's nothing compared to what Anthony has got going for Drew.  It's
either a real bad case of hero worship or the kid has the hots for Drew....maybe
both," David observed.

Tristan giggled.  "Then Drew better watch out cuz that Anthony is a cute little
guy, isn't he?  And he got over being bashful in a hurry after Drew had that
little talk with him about size."  Tristan laughed more as he continued, "Did ya
see him standing there with his stiffy?  Nothing like letting it all hang out,
eh?  About all five inches I would say."

"Yeah, you wish yours was hanging out all five inches!" David exclaimed
chuckling before saying, "Well dude, we're running kinda late here with all this
extra commotion again today," David observed wryly as he and Tristan started
walking home.  "I won't be able to stay and do anything with ya now."

Tristan glanced over at David.  "I know.  It sucks."  Then he giggled before
looking David straight in the eyes.  "That's what I wanted you to do, you know."

David made a face at him.  "Well don't think you were gonna get a freebie."

"A freebie?  What's that?"

"Where you get your rocks off and I don't.   It's a two way street Trissy."
David laughed as he knew he would get a reaction out of Tristan.  And he did
too.

"Trissy?  Oooooh, that's bad.  You're gonna get it now Davie baby."

"Like I'm sooooo scared," David laughed as he danced away from Tristan.

They laughingly chased each other all the way to Tristan's and played grab ass
the whole time.  It was the perfect ending to their first day of school.  Almost
without realizing it they soon found themselves at Tristan's house and they
slipped inside the garage to say their goodbyes in private.

"You wanna stay for supper?" Tristan asked.

"I'd better not," David said apologetically.  "I really want to but I know my
mom will want to ask me a thousand questions about school and I need to be
dashing for home cuz its late.  Can ya give me a little goodbye kiss?"

"Come here stud and I'll give ya more than a little kiss," Tristan said
wickedly.  He was true to his word too!  Their goodbye was full of passion and
promise.  Tongues danced in each other's mouths and Tristan's hand rubbed
David's aching erection through his jeans.

David pulled away from Tristan' mouth to gasp, "Go easy on me down there
Trissy....or I'm gonna have this very embarrassing wet spot in my pants."

"Hehe....good, you know you want me to," Tristan teased back.  "Besides, it'll
make us even for you calling me Trissy." as he continued to rub David's rigid
rod.

"Oh damn!" David exclaimed as his hips locked and he shook with suppressed
desire.  "I almost shot off there....I can't take any more...you gotta stop!!!!"

"Nuh uh....you need it bad.  Here, lemme pop your jeans open."  And Tristan did
just that.  In no time at all he had David's cock in the open air and sure
enough, it was all wet and sticky where David had spurted a little.  Tristan
dove down and quickly sucked him clean on the end...and David moaned deep in his
throat with all the pent up desire and need to shoot his load.  It only took
less than a minute for Tristan's talented mouth and tongue to bring David to a
ball-shattering climax.  David's hips bucked in spasmodic time to his whimpers
of ecstasy as he fired jet after jet of teen cream into his boyfriend's mouth.
Once he was finished Tristan licked him clean causing David to gasp and whine in
reaction to his sensitivity before tucking him back in and zipping his pants for
him.

Patting his front lightly, Tristan said, "There, you're good to go now Davie.
And no embarrassing wet spots!"  Then he giggled a little before looking down at
himself.  "Like mine."

"Holy Shit!  You didn't do a Brad Mills!" David blurted.

Tristan grinned back at him.  "Yuppers....I did.  When you were cumming so was
I.  Things are kinda messy down there right now so I better go clean up before
Dad gets home.  Call me after supper, will ya?"

"Sure thing lover boy.  Where's those lips of yours?"

They kissed one more time and David tasted his own cum from Tristan's lips and
tongue before pulling back.  He smacked his lips and said, "It tastes better
this way for some reason."

Tristan raised his eyebrows.  "It does?  I love the way yours tastes straight
from the faucet," he stated calmly.  "You'd better go then if you aren't
staying. Love ya," and he pecked David once more on the lips and then lightly
slapped him on the ass.

"Yeah, bye.  Love ya more!  I'll call ya later." And then David took off running
for home leaving Tristan standing there with a big cum spot forming on his upper
right pants leg.

Quickly Tristan ducked into his house, closed the door and leaned back against
it.  "School was definitely going to be a lot of fun this year!" he thought with
a blissful smile on his face.


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Sorry, but you'll have to wait till next chapter to find out what happened with
the football game and the big bet!  lol  This chapter really took on a life of
its own.  Aren't you glad you met Sean and Anthony?  And what exactly is the
deal with Sean, anyway?  Is he gay?  Or does he just have some musical talents?
And what will Drew do when he figures out that Anthony is gay and has a very
serious crush on him?   And what about Randy?  Is he going to get back with
Craig again or not?  Stay tuned, faithful readers, for we shall learn more about
these guys in chapter 13.

I need to acknowledge the inspiration and help from a certain guy named Derrick
in the creation of the Anthony character.  Anthony is quite the cutie and so is
Derrick.  Derrick is a friend of Eric's.  Speaking of my writing partner, Eric
Case, I have to mention that while Eric was on an extended holiday this summer
AJ, the Casekeeper, took over the editing of this chapter for him.  Many thanks
to you, AJ, for EVERYTHING you do for me!!!

One very last thing.  I have to mention Seany here too!  He's a real sweetie and
he was a big help to me in writing about these new characters.  :)