Date: Sat, 24 Aug 2002 19:52:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: D.Z. <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Chapter 16 of Boys in School

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)2002
by D.Z., all rights reserved. You may contact me by emailing
ndman72@yahoo.com.


PREFACE:

I have something to admit here.  After posting chapter 15 of my story I waited
for the emails to arrive.  Very few trickled in and I began telling myself that
chapter 15 introducing Sean obviously wasn't being well received by those of you
who have been following the saga of David and Tristan.  Then, a week or more
later I began getting emails from the guys who really felt the impact of this
chapter, the boys and men who had similar experiences to Sean's.

This email was sent to me by Joe, a fan of the story from way back who never had
a lot to say about himself until now.  His personal story which he relates in
his email is a story of personal triumph in overcoming the daunting adversities
that many gay guys face.  Here's what he had to say:

The story of Sean sent shivers down my spine and made the hairs on the back of
my neck stand up.  Although I did not experience the physical 'evidence' of what
Sean's father did, I do certainly relate to the timidity, worthless as a shit
pile, nobody will ever like or worse - love me, thoughts that the character
portrays.  I was told I was Satan's child, a chicken shit and my dad at age 8
called me a pussy. I got slapped around, knocked around and slammed against
doors a few times. The worst part was the mental crap - never good enough, never
likeable enough, did not fit in, was always picked last when, in school, teams
were chosen. Basically a worthless fuck.

So what happened? I found alcohol at age 11. And it made me everything I wasn't.
It provided strength (liquid) and self esteem (liquid), and a feeling that I
belonged. Every time I set out to drink, I got this feeling; these thoughts that
EVERYTHING was going to be ok. And it worked for a while.   I would come home so
shit-faced, stumbling around drunk ... and my parents knew nothing - or nothing
was ever said because I would just find my way up to my room and crash out.
I have 6 suicide attempts, 4 of which were 'serious'. I was a worthless fuck,
right? Well, that was my attitude.

When I was little, I was a 'victim' of them; and when I became an adult on my
own, then I was a 'victim' of myself.   I have since 'recovered'. And I no
longer look at myself as a 'survivor'.

In 1997, alcohol kicked my ass for the last time (I hope and pray) and I got
into recovery. Working the steps and trying to put them into my life has been a
life-saver. And I can honestly and humbly say that I now 'live' life rather than
just survive. I no longer feel the 'guilt' and 'shame' of being me; and realize
that my folks did with what they had to do with. Our relationship has healed and
we have a fairly good relationship now.

I really do not give a shit what others think of me today. I know my HP loves me
unconditionally, made me gay cuz that is the Plan and my friends and family in
the Program take care of me as I take care of them. Our lives depend on each
other. And finally, finally I fit in somewhere. Life has meaning and purpose.

It is also neat to be looking at the picture from the other side, because it
reminds me of how far I have come; and how far I have yet to go.

You see, there is this guy named Jerry who is 'trying' to love me
unconditionally. Yesterday I received a tape with many different songs on it -
he was serenading me.  I guess I have still been living in the fear of
abandonment, still have hung onto some of those old feelings as 'how can he
possibly love me', etc. So anyway, I called him up and asked him when he would
be available for an 'all-nighter' gab session in person - so we can decide what
course to take. Part of me wants a relationship, and part of me is scared
shitless.

I guess that it is not really 'all about me' actually. What about Jerry? So
before I go pick him up and go to a 'meeting' first then go to my house for the
gab-session, I will ask my Higher Power to lead us and to let the cards land as
they may."

There are so many nuggets of truth and wisdom in his words.  I couldn't have
said it any better myself.  Thank you, Joe, for sharing them with me and now
with anyone who finds and reads the story of David and Tristan.  Now, here's
what all you have been waiting for, Chapter 16!


CHAPTER 16.  THE CONSEQUENCES.

TUESDAY NOON:

Drew walked swiftly down the hallway of the school heading for the lunchroom.
He hoped he would find the two people he was looking for as was it was their
place to meet each day at this time.  Yes, there was the cutest guy in the
entire freshman class standing outside the lunchroom door anxiously scanning the
hallway. "Hey Anth my man, I'm here!" Drew announced as he strode up.

Anthony's worried face brightened immediately upon hearing Drew's voice.  He
turned to see his handsome hero, the guy he loved with his entire being, coming
towards him.  "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you," Anthony asked
with concern.  More words came tumbling out of Anthony's mouth. "And have you
seen Tristan around?  David doesn't know where he's disappeared to and he's
really worried.  He went to look for Tristan a few minutes ago and said he would
meet me back here."

"Yeah, I know where Tristan is. I've been with him all morning. I'm really sorry
Anth buddy, but it was an emergency and I had no time to leave you a note."

The look of anxious worry returned instantly to Anthony's face. "What? Did
something happen to Tristan? Where is he?  Why doesn't David know?"

Drew slipped his arm around Anthony's shoulders as was his habit before he
spoke. "No, Tristan's fine. He's at home and his dad is there too. It's that kid
Sean that we sing with who was the emergency."

Anthony's knees sagged momentarily in relief as he was prepared for anything.
"So what happened to Sean? You have to tell me Drew."

"Yes, yes, Little Man, I'll tell you everything while we eat, OK?"

"Drew! Drew! Have you seen Tristan? I've been looking all over for him," David's
loud voice interrupted at that moment as he hurried in their direction.  If
Anthony had been worried, David was on the verge of being scared. It showed in
the worry on his face and the tension that shouted from every muscle in his body
as he power-walked towards them.

With his arm still around Anth's shoulders Drew turned his head to answer as
David drew near, "Hey David, yeah, I've seen Tristan. He's OK David, he sent me
here to tell you what's been happening this morning."

His rapid stride halted, a riot of emotions flickered across David's face in an
instant. There was vast relief, then a dawning consideration followed by
confusion with an undercurrent of hurt. "But he didn't say anything at all about
being gone this morning. Is he sick or what? And how do you know?" David
demanded as he leaned towards Drew.

Making a calming gesture with his free hand Drew quietly stated, "He and I had
an emergency to deal with this morning right away before chorus started. That
kid that sings with us in the trio was in bad trouble.  So David just chill for
a bit here and I'll tell you guys all about it while we eat, OK? If we don't go
now the food will all be gone," Drew suggested.

"Yeah!" Anthony seconded. "Come on David and Drew can tell us what happened in a
minute."

"No," David refused to be put off, "I need to know right now what's going on.
I've almost lost Tristan twice before so tell me Drew.  And you are sure that
Tris is OK?"

Shaking his head affirmatively Drew reassured David.  "Yeah, David, he's fine, I
promise.  David, Sean was whipped by his dad last night.  He was a mess.  He was
hurting and he was scared and he was crying and everything!  We decided to take
him to Tristan's house so we could help him."

David still wasn't satisfied. "So why are you here now and he isn't?"

"Because he waited for his dad to come home and help decide what they need to do
and he told me I should come back so I could tell you what was going on. He also
said I needed to be at football practice more than he did."

"Oh," was all that David could manage at that moment.  David's head went down as
he digested his disappointment and the import of the morning's events.

Anthony jumped into the discussion upon David's silence. "You said he was
whipped so where there marks and stuff?" he asked as he looked over and up at
Drew.

"Yup, I saw the marks.  His dad really whipped him." Drew turned to look
directly at Anthony. "Little Man, I have something to tell you too. He was so
upset this morning that I had to hold him. There is no need for you to be
jealous or anything. I was doing it just as friend, OK?"

Anthony stared into Drew's beautiful blue eyes, searching for answers he needed.
Finding no wavering or deceit in their depths, Anthony smiled a little smile and
said, "Well OK, just this once I'll let ya."

The quick gleam of an answering smile on Drew's face was all the answer
necessary.

"So Sean is still with Tris?" David asked.

"Yeah, and Randy was coming home at lunchtime to help," Drew answered. "I don't
know what they will do. You'll have to talk to Tristan after school to find out
what they did about Sean.  So, instead of talking about lunch, let's go have
some and we can talk more as we eat, OK?"

"Oh yeah, you can bet that I will be doing just that!" David declared.  The
three boys filed through the lunch line and received the last of the food.
After they sat at a table by themselves and Drew started to tell them of the
remaining details of the morning spent with Tristan and Sean.  As he talked
David pushed his food around on his plate with his fork.

Anthony noticed that David wasn't eating with his usual teenage appetite.
"David, you should try to eat this stuff they call food here," as he poked
experimentally at the blob of carbohydrates and meat.  "Today will be the second
day in a row you will have gone without lunch if you don't."

David looked up in surprise as he said, "You don't miss much do you?"

Anthony smiled a little smile and only said, "Nope" before looking over at Drew.

David began to eat then and the three boys made short work of the scant helpings
they had received. They were the last students to leave the lunchroom and they
barely had time to use the restroom before the warning bell sounded.

"Well, I'll see you guys at football practice after school," Drew said in the
way of goodbye.

"Yup, I'll be outside later Drew.  We are practicing a new cheer and stuff in
the gym,"  Anthony reported before leaving with a small wave for Drew.  "See ya
later Drew, David," he said.

"Yeah, later Anth," Drew said to him with another gleaming smile before Anthony
turned and hurried off for the freshman hall.  Seeing David just standing there
looking depressed Drew draped an arm around his shoulders.  "Suck it up David,
you and me will go see Tristan right after football practice, OK?

"Yeah, but it's going to be a long afternoon Drew.  I really am missing him."

"Yeah, I suppose you are especially since we made you worry.  Look David, he's
doing something really important for Sean, you gotta understand that."

David sighed and said, "Yeah, I know.  Tristan wouldn't be Tristan without
helping Sean.  We'd better get to class.  See you at football Drew."

"Yeah, later David."  And so they went their separate ways.


**************


As David spent time that afternoon wondering what Tristan was doing, Tristan was
busy back in the conference room of the doctor's office.

Nancy leaned backed in her chair and considered with some astonishment the
multitude of options she had for Sean.  "Let me make sure I have this correct,"
Nancy said as she glanced at all three adult men attending the conference. "Each
of you, Mr. Cochran, Mr. Thompson, and Dr. Olson are willing to take Sean into
your homes for emergency foster care?"

"Yes."
"Correct."
"Exactly".

"This is extraordinary," she shook her head in disbelief. "This is so unlike my
usual problems in finding temporary homes for teens. Well, well, so how do we
decide what is best here?" she asked her audience.

Hearing no answer she continued.  "Sean, we'll start with you. We want you to be
in a place where you will be looked after while we investigate this situation.
It seems to be that all three of these men can do that for you.  But before we
do anything else, I need to ask about your mother. Does she live with you now?"

"No, she died a couple years ago," Sean said with a quavering voice as he looked
down at the floor.

Nancy made a notation on her papers. "OK, I'd like to have you and Tristan leave
this room while we talk for a few moments without you. Would you and Tristan do
me the favor of going out in the hallway for a few minutes?" she asked in a
sweet voice.

"Um, sure," Tristan said as he got to his feet. Sean followed him out wordlessly
and closed the door behind them.

"Gentlemen, this is not going to be a quick fix I'm afraid.  We will be doing an
investigation and most likely charges will be filed against his father. And from
what I have seen, you will be having an emotionally disturbed and needy teen in
your homes for an indefinite amount of time and quite easily until he reaches
age 18.  This is a very serious commitment you are making and I want to make
sure each of you realizes that," she stated as she fixed each one of them with
her gaze.  "So who wants to comment upon that first?" she asked after a few
moments of silence.

Dr. Olson spoke first. "I have room for him at home and I think I can tend to
his physical needs the best of the three of us. I think I can be appropriately
sympathetic to his emotional needs. I have an 18 year old son at home with whom
he might identify with."

"And why is that Dr. Olson?" Nancy probed.

"Without violating Doctor-patient rights of privacy, I will tell you this. My
son is gay. I have accepted that and have read current literature about it."

Nancy raised her eyebrows and that revelation before turning to the other two
men. "Who will be next?"

"Me." Randy spoke. "My son is also gay. I may not have read the literature that
Dr. Olson has, but I know that I love my son and accept the fact that he and his
boyfriend are very deeply in love with each other. I had to learn that for
Tristan to be a happy, well-adjusted person I needed to accept that.  My only
concern is that Sean would fit into our household at this time. However, I would
never allow Sean to go to a home where he was not accepted if his sexuality is
an issue."

Nancy nodded her head and answered, "Thank you Mr. Cochran. I appreciate your
honesty."

She looked over at Craig. "Doctor Thompson, what have you to say?"

"Nancy, you and I have worked together before. You know how committed I am to
helping young men overcome adversities and to become well adjusted adults. From
the conversation here I gather that Sean is gay and that it is the root of his
difficulties with his father. I believe that I am the most qualified of any here
to deal with the short term and long term ramifications that Sean is facing. My
last point is that I would welcome having someone to put some noise back into my
home which has been altogether too quiet."

As the adults spoke their minds in the secluded room Sean and Tristan had their
own conference.  "What am I supposed to do, Tristan?" Sean asked as a lost child
might.

"You have three people who will take you in," Tristan said. "And no matter where
you stay, you and I are still gonna be friends. You need to go where it's best
for you to be. I know Craig is a good guy and he's really been able to help me
with stuff." Tristan continued, "You know you can stay with us but I have to be
honest and tell you that we will be kinda crowded and that my dad doesn't have a
piano for you to do your practicing. That's important for you to have, isn't
it?"

"Um yeah, I'd hate to give up my piano," Sean admitted as he looked up with
glistening eyes.

"So why not go in there and ask if any of the other two has a piano you could
play and then decide?" Tristan suggested.

"And you'll still be my friend no matter where I go?" Sean asked timidly.

"Yeah, for sure. Drew will too."

The murmur of voices behind the closed door died down. Nancy was the one
who opened the door saying, "Thank you for waiting so patiently boys.  Please
come in and we'll try to get some things decided."

The boys retook their former chairs and looked around at the somber men.

Nancy lead off once more. "Sean, all three of these men who have helped you
today are more than willing to take you into their homes. You do have some input
into the selection process before we decide. Is there anything you are concerned
about that we may need to be informed of?"

Sean looked around nervously and ended by looking at Tristan.  Tristan
encouraged him by shaking his head "yes".   Sean looked over to Nancy and said,
"Well, Tristan and I were kinda talking outside and if someone had a piano and
didn't mind my practicing, that's really important to me."

"OK Sean, it's good that you brought that up.  Can any of you gentlemen tell
Sean that you have a piano for him to use?"

Randy looked over at Tristan before shaking his head 'no'.  "Sorry, I don't have
one, Sean."

Dr. Olson spread his hands open before him and admitted to not having one
either.  "I'm sorry," he said, "but music has never been a priority for me."

Craig gave a small smile.  "Well, both of my daughters took piano when they were
small.  I just happen to know where I can get a piano for Sean to use," he said
as he winked over at Sean.

Sean twisted that imaginary cloth in front of him once before looking over at
Craig to ask, "You would do that for me?  A kid like me that you just met
today?"

"Yes, I would Sean," Craig said warmly.  "Especially for a kid like you."

Nancy leaned towards Sean.  "So what do you think Sean?  Would you like to try
staying with Dr. Thompson?"

"Um, yes. Tristan says Craig, I mean, Dr. Thompson, is really nice and since he
is nice enough to get a piano for me to play, I guess I'd like to try it," and
then looked nervously over at Craig.

Craig sat back with a huge smile.  "Then it's all settled!  All we have to do is
decide when and how he moves in."

"That's a very good question, Dr. Thompson, and it was the very next thing I
wanted to ask Sean," Nancy said with a smile towards Sean.  "Are you ready to
stay with Dr. Thompson tonight since I will be granting him emergency
guardianship immediately."

"Well, what about my stuff?" Sean asked with a very worried expression. "I don't
think my dad will let me just go in and get it."

"We will arrange for you to get your clothes and personal possessions at a later
time Sean," Nancy said with a reassuring tone in her voice after a glance at
Craig.

"Well then, how about if we go out and get you some things you might need until
then this evening and get you settled in tonight?" Craig suggested to Sean.  "I
will go back to my office and get some things handled there if you wouldn't mind
spending the rest of the afternoon with Tristan.  Tristan, do you or anyone else
have any objections to that?"

Tristan shook his head 'no' and looked over at Sean with a grin.  "See Sean, I
knew if we got Craig to help we could get something all figured out.  So you
come over to my house and hang out with me until Craig comes back to get you.
I just need to be home so David can find me after football practice."

At that time Nancy and the men stood up, everyone smiling.  Dr. Olson went over
to Sean and shook his hand saying, "It looks like you and Craig will do just
fine Sean, but I want you to know that you can come to me anytime for help too.
And remember, I want to see you in one week to check on your back, OK?"

"OK, thanks," Sean said rather in awe of a doctor offering to be his friend.

"Sean, if you would stay for a few minutes and give me some information I would
really appreciate it," Nancy prompted at that moment.  "It will only take a few
moments, I think," she said.  "Thank you everyone for all the help you've given
Sean today."

Everyone left the room except Sean who sat there nervously, looking down at his
feet.

Nancy said gently, "Sean, are you OK with all of this?"

He glanced up and said, "Yeah. But could I just pick up a few things for tonight
though from my place?"

"Wellllll," she said. "Is your dad still at work so we could maybe grab the
things you need now?" she compromised.

"I really should have an officer present while you are there. Let me see if I
can arrange for an unmarked car to take us, OK?" she asked.

"Really? You can do that?" Sean asked with wide-open eyes.

"Yes, I can," she said with a smile for the teen boy. "But there is one more
thing we need to talk about first."

"What's that?" Sean said suspiciously.

"Just this. Here is my card and it has a phone number you can call in order to
reach me or my helper at any time. If things aren't working for you and Dr.
Thompson, all you need to do is to call it day or night, OK?"

Sean relaxed upon hearing those words.  "Oh, OK. That's good to know," he
admitted. "But I think we'll be fine. He seems nice and Tristan told me that
he's really helped him."

Nancy made a few final notations in her little notebook and then suggested, "OK,
if you will wait outside with the others, I'll see if we can get that unmarked
police escort.  Also, would you ask Dr. Thompson to step in here for a moment,
please?"

Sean said "Sure," as he stood up.  He went out and relayed Nancy's request to
Craig and then told Tristan what was going on.  When Nancy and Craig came out a
few minutes they both appeared to be oddly somber.

"What, is something wrong?" Sean forced out in a constricted voice.

"No, nothing is wrong," Craig said. "Nancy and I will be going with you to your
home to get your necessaries. A policeman is on his way to help us."

"Can Tristan come with us?" Sean asked.  Sean turned to Tristan and asked with
pleading eyes, "You will, won't you?"

"Yeah, I'd like to come along if there's room for me." Tristan agreed instantly.

"Is that OK with you, Mr. Cochran?" Nancy asked.

"I guess so.  With the policeman there I don't suppose much would go wrong.
I'll go home and do some things until the boys get back.  Craig, you are coming
over to get Sean after you finish work today?"

"Yes.  Is that OK with you?"

"Of course."

"Good," Nancy approved and then turned to the boys, "we need to go out front and
wait for the unmarked squad car."  So when the plain blue car with a policeman
driving it pulled up, the boys jumped into the back seat.  They rode silently
during the drive except for the directions Sean gave the officer to his former
home.  "This is it," Sean announced as they drove up to a plain white home in an
old section of the city.  "My dad's car isn't here so I think we can go in
without any trouble," he said after looking around.  Sean pushed his door open
and pulled on Tristan's arm. "Come on, help me get my stuff."

Tristan slid across the seat and out the door Sean held open for him.

"May I come in too Sean?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, I guess so, if you don't mind a little bit of a mess," he said, suddenly
nervous again.  Sean pulled a key from under the flowerpot and unlocked the
door, leading the way inside to the kitchen. The sink was piled high with dirty
dishes and the morning paper had been left, strewn across the table.

Sean led the way back to his room. They entered a small bedroom that contained
the barest of furnishings.  It was clean however and smelled fresh since the
window was wide open.  The only decoration on the wall was a plaque containing
the Ten Commandments.  On the dresser was a small, framed picture of a woman who
obviously was Sean's mother.  The bedding was a torn apart mess. Sheets,
pillows, and blankets were helter-skelter.  "Um, sorry about the mess," Sean
apologized. "I was kinda late getting up for school today," he said to Nancy.

"No need to apologize, Sean. Believe me, I've seen far, far worse than this. So
could we get your things quickly?  Do you have some luggage or bags we can put
your things in?" Nancy suggested.

"Um, I can find some grocery bags maybe," Sean said after a moment's thought. "I
don't have any luggage.  I'll be right back with them," and he hurried out.
Nancy and Tristan stood there looking around while they waited. Nancy wasn't too
surprised to see a slide lock on the outside of his bedroom door. It only
confirmed her suspicions of Sean's former home life. In the time it took her to
see and think that, Sean was back.

Sean pulled open his dresser and quickly stuffed some underwear and other
clothes into a bag. He also tucked the picture of his mom into the middle of his
clothes. It was obviously a prized possession. "Can I bring my favorite pillow
too?" Sean asked.

"Sure," Nancy agreed without hesitation.

Sean tore apart his bedding, snagging out a pair of jeans he found. The teen
pulled out the pillow he wanted and uncovered a mid-sized, brown teddy bear. It
was obviously a bear that was worn from years of faithful love. He paused for a
moment, looking down at it. Snatching up the bear along with his pillow, Sean
turned around to glare at the others before he marched purposefully out of the
room.

"Hey Sean!" Tristan called out.  "You want your other things don't you?"

"Yes," came the answer. "Let's just get outta here."

Tristan picked up the bag of clothes, glanced over at Nancy and followed her
out. Sean was already sitting in the back seat of the car waiting. Tristan
handed Sean the clothes as he climbed into the car while Nancy locked the door
before she came.

Tristan gave the policeman his address and they pulled away from the curb. He
looked over at Sean holding the teddy bear protectively under his arm.  "I used
to have a Pooh bear," Tristan said.  "He was my best friend until I met David."

Sean sat there silently, watching Tristan warily.

Tristan tried again. "So does your bear have a name?"

"Diggle," was the barely audible answer. Sean turned and looked out the car
window as he continued to hold Diggle close.  Within a few more minutes they
were being dropped off at Tristan's house. Nancy rolled down her window to
remind Sean, "Remember, you have my special phone number. Call me anytime if
things aren't working for you."

"Yeah, OK. And ummm, thanks." Sean gave her half a wave before he trudged away
with his scant yet prized personal possessions.

***************

Tristan was watching game shows on the TV trying not to go nuts while waiting
for David. He was pretty sure David would either show up or call right after
football practice.  Sean was napping on Tristan's bed with Diggle still tucked
in under his arm. Not long after they had been dropped off by Nancy and the cop
had Sean really gotten tired.  He asked if he could lie down and now he was,
sacked out on Tristan's bed. It didn't matter, Tristan was too anxious to see
David to do anything else but stare at the television.

Randy was outside puttering around in order to be quiet as well. Both of them
saw how exhausted Sean was and it had been quite the unexpected day for all of
them.

David's quick knock sounded on the back door as he let himself in as he usually
did, followed by Drew. Tristan jumped up from the couch and met David.  "Shhh,
Sean is sleeping," Tristan warned the other two with a finger held up to his
lips.

David just rolled his eyes and pulled Tristan over to the couch and down with
him.  "You are so lucky you sent Drew back to school to tell me where you were,"
David growled at him.  "I was really worried about you when I couldn't find
you," he continued.

"Yeah, I knew you would be Babe, but I had to help Sean. He got a bad whipping
last night and you shoulda seen his house David! It was like he was in jail!"

"So what happened this afternoon?" Drew asked when he could get a word in
edgewise.

"Hi Drew," Tristan looked over at him and said.  "Lets see. First we went to Dr.
Olson and he wrapped Sean's back up with all kinds of bandages. Then, ummm, we
were in this big ass meeting with everyone to decide where Sean would go."

David sat there listening to Tristan's recitation while resting his hand over
Tristan's, a subtle holding of hands.  "So where is he now?" David asked.

"Yeah, and how is he doing?" Drew interjected.

"He's fine," Tristan said with a glance over to Drew. "The doctor put some stuff
on his back and wrapped it up. Now he's sleeping in my room cuz he was all worn
out."

David spoke up, "Oh. So now what? Is he going to live with you Tristan?"  It was
obvious that David was afraid of that being the case as his eyebrows met in the
middle and a distinct note of jealousy was in his voice.

Tris took David's hand in his and squeezed it gently. "No babe, we got it all
worked out for Craig to take him in. Craig will be picking him up pretty soon I
think but Sean needed a place to hang out until Craig got some things taken care
of at the university."

"Oh, OK." David visibly relaxed. "So do you think he needs to be woken up so
he's awake when Craig gets here?"

"Yeah, I'd like to talk to him too before he has to go," Drew spoke up again
from where he was standing.

Tristan smiled over at Drew. "You want to go wake him up then? Go ahead. You
know where my room is."

"Yup," Drew said before he spun around and quietly went to Tristan's room. The
door was slightly ajar and so Drew peeked in. There was Sean curled up on top of
Tristan's bed.  Diggle was clutched tightly to his chest while his face was
buried into the soft fur. Silently Drew stood there and watched Sean sleep for
about a minute. What he could see of Sean's face was peaceful and the aura of
fear and shame was gone.  Quietly Drew moved over to the bed and sat on the edge
before speaking gently, "Hey buddy, it's me, Drew. You need to wake up now."

Sean's legs stirred before he pulled Diggle away from his face and his green
eyes opened sleepily. "Hi," he said in a sleep laden voice. "You came back."

"Of course I came back. I didn't want to go in the first place but I had to."
Drew explained in a soft, low rumble.

Sean unfolded his legs and stretched them out, wincing slightly as his back
protested.

"You OK there bud?" Drew asked with concern.

"Yeah, my back's just a little sore," he replied softly.

"So how is it? And how are you?" Drew asked just as softly.

"Oh, I'll be OK now," Sean said as his gaze remained locked on Drew's vivid blue
eyes. "I'll be staying with that Craig guy I guess."

"Yeah, Tristan did mention that.  So you have a bear?" Drew inquired bemusedly.

"Er... yeah, I guess"

"What do you call him?"

"Diggle."

"Well, at least you don't have to feed him or change a litter box." Drew smiled
back as he talked and he added, "Tristan thought you should wake up now since
Craig should be getting here soon."

"Um, Drew, why did you come here?" Sean asked shyly.

"Cuz I wanted to see you and find out how you were, bud," Drew replied.

Sean smiled then and moved to sit next to Drew. He glanced up at Drew. The
larger boy looked at Sean for a moment before putting his arm around him and
pulled him close.

"I've never felt so good as this," Sean confessed.

"Awww, bud, I'm glad."

The sound of Randy's voice came through the open door. "He's been sleeping on
Tristan's bed since he got back."

"Guess we need to be going. It sounds like that Craig guy is here," Drew
remarked.  No sooner than those words left his mouth then Randy and Craig came
through the open door.   The men looked at the two boys. Randy was rather
shocked but Craig just smiled warmly at them.

"You must be Drew," Craig surmised out loud.  "And I see you are taking good
care of Sean for me.  I don't think he could find better friends to have than
you, Tristan, and David."

Drew was embarrassed to be caught like that and then to be praised for it too.
His arm dropped and he stood up, a blush showing through his permanently tanned
skin.  "Um, thanks I guess. He's a friend and that's what friends do."

"Exactly right you are," Craig smiled at Drew. "So Sean, are you ready to check
out my place?"

Sean stood up and collected his bear and his pillow.

"Oh, I see I will be having another guest staying with me," Craig observed.
"Would you introduce me?" he asked.

Sean's face turned a nice shade of red before answering quietly, "It's nothing."

Craig caught the hint.  "Oh, OK. Maybe later then.  What else do you have to
bring along?"

"Just a few clothes is all," Sean said quietly.

"That's fine," Craig said.  "If there is anything you need we'll just go and buy
it.  So let's go there now so you can see it and we can start getting you
settled in," and he gestured with his arm towards the door.  They all filed out
and followed Craig to his car where he helped Sean put his things in the back
seat.  The three boys said goodbye to Sean before watching him leave with Craig.

"Well, that's it for today," Drew sighed tiredly as he watched them drive away.
"I guess I had better head for home too. See you guys in school tomorrow.
Tonight Anthony and I are studying together."

"Yeah, sounds like a plan," Tristan smiled at him. "David, you got another
minute before you leave?" Tristan asked.

David looked at his watch before answering, "Just a minute. I'm already late for
supper."

"Well, if you would come into the garage I'll put that minute to good use,"
Tristan winked at David.

"Oh oh. That's my cue to leave," Drew laughed.  Bye, you guys," he said before
loping away.

"Bye Drew," Tristan said to his back and David echoed before they slipped into
the garage for a much more intimate goodbye.

***************

THURSDAY EVENING  7:34 p.m.

David slouched against the wall as he talked into the telephone in the upstairs
hallway of his house.  "Is Jason home?" he asked into the mouthpiece.

Across town Jason's mother called for her son.  "Jason, it's David Brandt on the
phone!"

Jason dashed for his phone and yelled back, "OK, Mom, I've got it!"  He spoke
into the phone.  "Hey!"

 "Hey Jason, it's David. So how's it going?"

"Fine, fine.  Me and Chrissy are doing just fine," and then he giggled.

"Same here with Tris. Getting it whenever I can," David laughed back. "So we had
talked about doing a campout this weekend so you guys could pay off your bet."

"Yeah, we figured you would be calling us soon about that," Jason said wryly.

"So, you gonna go camping and pay up?" David inquired archly.  "After all, a bet
is a bet. Besides, it will be a perfect weekend to go camping."

"Yeah, I spose," Jason admitted reluctantly. "But first we have to get
permission from our parents. How about if I call you back later tonight?"

"Yeah, works for me dude. I'll be getting my camping stuff ready so you better
not wuss out," David warned.

"Hey, watch who you are calling a wuss!" Jason blustered. "It takes balls to pay
off this bet."

David laughed back at him, "Yeah, and we know just whose balls are gonna get
shaved, don't we" he said in a low voice into the phone.

"Hey, it was a lucky win Brandt," Jason retorted. "If the game had ended 30
seconds sooner you and Tristan would be the ones getting shaved so don't get all
cocky."

"Oh, we'll see who gets cocky on the campout!" David was laughing hard now.

"Don't be a dork," Jason warned. "I'll call later but the deal is off if you
guys are going to be assholes about it."

"Hey, we never said a thing about shaving those," David laughed more. "Just the
pubes. See ya later Jason," David said with a self-satisfied smile evident in
his voice.

"Sure thing David. Later," Jason said and hung up.

David ran down the stairs after he hung up the phone and into the kitchen.
"Mom," he said to her as she was washing dishes, "Tristan and I want to go
camping out Saturday night with Jason and Chris. Can we?" he asked earnestly.

She looked over at him and considered carefully. "Where would you go camping?"

"In Trestle Valley. You know I like seeing the trains go over the bridge."

"There won't be any beer, or any girls, or anyone else there, right?"

"Mom," David protested. "It's just gonna be us guys doing a regular campout and
getting together again."

"Well, if you convince your dad its OK, then I guess it's OK with me," she said
as she rinsed out a big frying pan.

"So where is Dad?" David asked.

"I think he's out in the garage Hon," Staci replied.

"OK, I guess I better go ask him then," David said while hoping for her to
relent and just give him the parental permission he needed.

She glanced over at him as she emptied the sink.  "That's right David. He's your
father and you need his permission too."

"Right Mom," David threw back while ducking out the back door. He mentally
crossed his fingers before making a tentative approach to his father.  The
clatter of a tool on the cement garage floor alerted David to his father's
whereabouts.

The lawnmower was supported by two sawhorses.  Dan was kneeling next to it
peering underneath and scrapping grass much from the underside.

"Changing oil on the lawnmower, Dad or are you sharpening the blade?" David
asked.

"I want to change the oil. Get me a 9/16 wrench will you David?"

David went over to his father's meticulous tool bench and snagged the box end
wrench from its hook. "Here you are Dad," he said as he held the wrench out.

"Thanks," Dan grunted out as he twisted on the stuck drain plug.

"Dad, don't you want the oil pan?" David asked suddenly.

"Oh for crying out loud!" Dan exclaimed. "Good thing you noticed that David. I
am about one turn away from dropping the plug."

David snatched the drain pan from its resting place under the workbench and
quickly slid it under the mower. "There you are, Dad," he said.

"Yeah, thanks David. You kept me from making a huge mess."

"Yeah, it would have been pretty messy otherwise," David agreed and then he took
the plunge. "Dad, Tristan and I want to go camping this Saturday night. Mom said
it was OK but that I had to ask you."

Dan sat back on the painted garage floor as the stream of black oil from the
mower dwindled to a narrow thread.  He looked up at David. "I don't know David.
Where would you be going to be camping out and would it be only you and
Tristan?"

As he stood over his dad, David looked down at his father to answer. "We were
thinking of camping in Trestle Valley.  And it would be Tristan, Jason, and his
friend Chris. You remember Chris came over with Jason when Tristan was in
Texas."

"Oh yeah, that kid. What about church?" Dan asked.

"Dad, we can't go camping Friday night because of the football game. I'll go to
church Sunday night, OK?"

"Well, I suppose that would be OK but if you guys do anything you aren't
supposed to it will be the last time you go camping, you understand?"

"Yes sir, you don't have to worry about us. We just want to get together with
Jason and Chris since we haven't seen much of Jason since school started.

"Well, I'm glad you aren't forgetting about your other friends, David," his dad
said seriously. "I think you and Tristan are spending too much time together for
two boys. You should be thinking of girls and dates at your age, not spending
all of your time with Tristan."

"Daaaaad," David protested. "Tristan is my best friend and he's in football h
me. Of course we spend a lot of time together."

"Just remember David, God put Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden, not Adam and
Steve."

David cut to the heart of the matter rather than be subjected to his dad's
innuendo any longer. "So does that mean you are saying I can go?"

"I have one last question," Dan asked. "How are you getting there and back?"

"Well Jason has his driver's license and a Jeep so I think we can use that,"
David offered hopefully.

"Under one condition," Dan stipulated. "And that is that you promise me that his
Jeep stays parked from the time you first arrive to the time you come home, got
it? You will be grounded for a long, long time if you guys go out joy-riding,
got it?"

"Yes sir," David agreed while fighting down a tone of resentment. His dad didn't
trust him to do anything!   "Dad, I'm going over to Tristan's so we can plan out
our camping trip, OK?"

Dan looked up from his oil changing and asked with raised eyebrows, "No
homework?"

"Nope.  I lucked out today."

Frowning slightly, Dan thought a moment.  "I guess you can go then but you need
to be home by ten."

"OK, Dad.  I'll be home at 10."  David quickly walked out of the garage and then
grabbed his trusty mode of transportation, the bike he got when he was in 7th
grade.  Now it was a little small for him but he rode it without complaint since
he would be driving soon.  His 17th birthday was only a month away and that's
when his dad said he could get his learner's permit.  He jumped on his bike and
with powerful pushes of his muscular legs he was cruising down the streets to
Tristan's house.  He didn't take the time to enjoy the golden yellow light and
waning warmth of the autumn evening.

Randy was outside washing his Bronco in the driveway as David braked to a rapid
stop.  Scarcely breathing hard David greeted his boyfriend's dad.  "Hi Randy!
Is Tris home?"

Randy smiled at the young man who was becoming his second son.  "Yeah, he's
doing some chores in the house.  He should be about done so just go on in and
make sure he finishes them?" before he gave David a wink.

"Yeah, I have to watch that boy like a hawk," David teased back and then leaned
his  bike against the garage before heading over to the kitchen door.

Randy smiled at David's back as he watched David's effortless stride and obvious
excitement at seeing Tristan.

After rapping his knuckles on the back door in three sharp knocks, David let
himself in.  "TRISTAN?  WHERE ARE YOU?" he called out.

"Down here Babe," Tristan's voice floated out from the open basement door.  "I'm
getting a load of towels out of the drier.  I'll be right up."

David walked to the head of the stairs and started talking.  "Guess what?  Jason
called and said the campout is on for the weekend on their end and I already
asked and got permission from my parents.  So you're the only one who needs to
ask.  Have you asked your dad yet Tris?"

Tristan appeared with an armful of towels and started up the stairs saying, "No,
I was waiting to find out for sure when it was.  I don't think my dad will give
me any static about it," and by that time he was standing next to David still
holding the bundle of unfolded towels.  "How about a little hello kiss there
Babe?" he asked with a smile and he leaned over for one.

David just shook his head with feigned disgust and pushed Tristan down the hall
and into his room.  "Get the rid of the towels and give me a decent kiss," David
demanded.

"Oh yeah, you want a 'decent' kiss you say?" Tristan said with a wicked glint in
his eye.  The towels immediately were dumped on the bed and David found himself
being pulled down and then pushed on his back on top of them.  In the next
eyeblink Tristan's body was on top of him with Tristan's lips pressing his
hungrily.

David opened his mouth to yelp out his surprise and instead found Tristan's
tongue invade and as he gathered his wits he instead gave as good as he got. In
no time flat they were both hard and grinding their groins together as they
kissed since neither of them had any relief since the weekend.  They had
promised one late night to save their seminal bounty for each other.  And since
it had been four days of abstinence since they last were together in private
they both were extremely ready for some loving attention from the other.

Breaking their kiss David said, "Now that is what I call a kiss.  Why don't you
lock your door and maybe I'll let you kiss me again."

Laughing, Tristan got up to do just that.  "Maybe?  That poker of yours tells me
that there is something else you want and that there is no maybe about it," he
teased before he closed the bedroom door and locked it.  It was very obvious
that Tristan was ready for more.  The crotch of his pants was pushed way out in
front but Tristan only popped his button before unfastening David's pants and
tugging them off.  "Lift up your butt," he told David as he hooked his fingers
under the waistband of his briefs and looking into David's blue, sparkling eyes.

"Not until you drop your pants," David nearly panted.  He was so ready for this.

Smiling, Tristan did as he was told, stripping down his pants and boxers in one
swoop, freeing his engorged 8-inch circumcised member.  Tristan lifted it with
his left fingertips and shook it a little saying with a low giggle, "He's missed
you and he wants to know where you want him."

David pretended to think about it. He shucked down his briefs and exposed his
rigid maleness.  While it was not as large as Tristan's it still held
considerable fascination to Tristan since David was not cut.  David wiggled to
the center of the bed and lifted his nut sack free at the same time, exposing
his classic male beauty to Tristan's appreciative eye.  "Let's sixty-nine, OK?"
he asked.

Tristan grinned and said "Yeah."  He then crawled over David and lowered his
head to lap at the dewy drop of precum that had already collected on David's
unsheathed cock head.  He felt more than heard David's delighted hum on his dick
and then he forgot about everything other than the supreme pleasure he and his
David were giving each other.  It didn't take long for either of them to spray
their teen juice in each other's mouths and by now, it had become customary for
them to taste each other in a hot kiss afterwards.  Only then did they begin to
talk about the campout and to make plans about who could bring what.

But they weren't the only ones making plans.  Drew and Anthony were busy making
plans of their own in Drew's bedroom.  "Guess what Drew?" Anthony grinned down
at the beautiful young man as he sat beside him on Drew's bed.

"What?  You found a girlfriend?" Drew teased as he laid back on his bed with his
long muscular arms clasped behind his head.

Anthony just glowered at Drew.  "No," was all he said as he stopped what he was
doing.

"You didn't have to stop," Drew said, laughing.

"Well, you don't deserve it after saying something unbelievably retarded like
that," Anthony said and then stuck his tongue out in disgust.

"OK, I'm sorry I said it," Drew said as he removed one arm to capture Anthony's
hand with his own pushing it against his trapped erection.

Under the confines of Drew's larger hand, Anthony's fingers squeezed Drew's
cock, eliciting another moan of pleasure and answering pulse from Drew's ample
manhood.  "So what did you want to tell me?" Drew asked, his voice thick with
suppressed passion.

"My mom will be away Saturday and said I could have someone stay over with me,"
Anthony said as he gave Drew's cock another squeeze.

"Oh God, you have to stop that before I cum in my pants," Drew gasped before
adding, "So who's the lucky guy you are inviting over?"

"Who do you think?" Anthony asked as he gave Drew's cock a long and harder
squeeze.

"Would it be me?" Drew nearly moaned as the pressure built in his nuts.

Anthony gave a coy glance at Drew's agonized face in response. He took a
momentary look at the massive crotch when his fingers unzipped the fly and
unfastened the waistband of Drew's pants. Expertly he pulled the 9-inch dark
hued cock out and after a long, tantalizing look into Drew's eyes, the boy
wrapped his lips around the substantial reddish cockhead.  Carefully his fingers
reached in and found Drew's family jewels and played with them as his mouth and
tongue worked magic on Drew's mighty pole.  Within a few scant minutes Drew's
nuts tightened up in their fleshy sack and his pole began to pulse, sending
powerful jets of teen boy juice flooding into Anthony's mouth.  With each jet
Drew's hips bucked upwards and he let out a whimper deep in his throat.  Anthony
handled the flood well, swallowing most of it and then licked up the little that
ran down Drew's cock.  Anthony's face was flushed with lust as he licked the
remaining cum off his swollen lips.  He tucked Drew's cock back into his pants
and ran his hand over it gently

"Come here Little Man," Drew panted lovingly to the smaller boy.  "It's your
turn now."

Drew's long fingers deftly hooked the waistband of Anthony's athletic pants,
pulling them down. "Take them all the way off Anth," Drew directed.

Anthony did as he was told and kicked off his pants off, exposing his steel hard
cock.

Drew cupped his hands around Anthony's ass and gently pulled him forwards.
Anthony edged forward on his knees with his lower legs astride Drew's ribs.
Still pulling gently, Drew brought Anthony's groin to where he could begin to
tongue the hairless sack and its precious contents.

Anthony let out a groan as he leaned further into Drew's face.  His rigid 5-inch
cock was receiving long wet kisses from the full, red lips. Just as Drew's
tongue ran along his leaking cockhead, he threw his head back and moaned loudly,
then said, "Oh Drew, that feels so good."

Drew stopped his oral ministrations long enough to answer, "This is just the
beginning Baby."  Next Drew's hands urged Anthony to stand more on his knees so
Drew could take bend Anthony's rigidity and take it between his lips.  Pushing
and pulling Anthony's hips with his hands, Drew began to guide Anthony into
stroking in and out of his mouth.

Anthony was moaning constantly by now, and was looking down to see his patch of
pubes bury themselves into Drew's nose. He never imagined how hot it could look,
watching as he slowly pistoned his tool in and out while gripping the headboard
to keep his balance.  Then Drew stopped Anthony's thrusting by pulling back and
turning his head to one side.

"Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?" Anthony said fearfully.

"Shhh Baby, don't worry, I'm fine," Drew reassured Anthony before wetting his
middle finger.  He took Anthony's cock back into his mouth and as they resumed,
he reached around and began slowly working his wet finger gently into Anthony's
bottom. Little by little it slid in.

His eyes widened with surprise, Anthony looked down into Drew's blue eyes.
Seeing the love reflected back at him in those bottomless depths of blue,
Anthony relaxed then and allowed Drew to continue sliding his finger in.  Then
Drew's finger hit something inside that sent sparks of pleasure shooting
throughout his entire body. "Oh my god!" Anthony gasped.  He could hardly
believe how great that felt and never wanted it to end.  Now it was Drew's
finger that drove his hips back and fro, the sexual pleasure from inside his
body desperately seeking an outlet through his near to exploding cock.  The
overriding need for orgasm took over Anthony's consciousness and he began move
faster, pistoning his cock and Drew's finger in his hole in and out.  He raced
to his orgasm and suddenly it roared through his body making him shudder as he
pumped his balls dry.  "AH, AH, AH, AH, Ah, ah, ah," he grunted as he blew the
biggest load of his life down Drew's throat.  His muscles quivering, Anthony
held still.  His ass was still spasming around Drew's finger, giving him an
incredible feeling of post orgasmic fulfillment.  Finally, Anthony pulled his
softening cock of Drew's lips and looked down at his cock with a shiny string of
cum still connecting them.  "That was incredible," Anthony whispered as he
fought to catch his breath

"I know Baby. I could tell," Drew said back gently.

Slowly Anthony lowered himself to Drew's side, giving him angel kisses over his
face.  "I love you so much," Anthony whispered.

"I love you Baby," Drew whispered back.  And then they just rested, caressing
and occasionally kissing softly while gazing into the other's eyes.

****************

SATURDAY MORNING:

David anxiously waited outside the garage while he shot some hoops.  His little
brother Jimmy was also there trying to take the ball away and score on David.
The time they spend together had slacked off ever since David came home from the
farm and Jimmy missed his big brother.  David felt he had to placate Jimmy a
little since he had begged to go along on the campout.  There was no way he was
going to allow the younger version of himself to participate in what the older
guys had planned for their campout.  Despite his hopes of getting a mid morning
start, it was nearly noon and David was getting anxious to be going.

Just as David bounced a shot off the rim of the basket a vehicle pulled into the
driveway and blasted the horn.  "Hey David, now we see why you have to practice
before basketball season!" Jason laughed as he leaned out the window of his
Jeep.  Chris was in the front seat with him and both boys were grinning and
obviously in high spirits.

"Hey, I was just killing some time waiting for two slowpokes," David taunted
back.  "I hope you left some room in that go-cart of yours for my stuff," David
added.

"Go-cart?  You're calling my fine Jeep a go-cart?" Jason questioned in mock
outrage.

"Yeah, and I hope the wheels don't fall off before we get there," David taunted
in reply.

Jason turned to Chris and said loudly, "Did I hear David say he was walking out
there?"

"Yeah, I thought that's what he said," Chris deadpanned.

"OK, OK, I take it back, the wheels won't fall off," David laughed.  "Let me
throw my stuff in the back with yours and then we can go pick up Tristan."

"Yeah, that's what we thought you might be doing instead of playing with your
balls," Jason verbally jabbed back at David.

"Oh, it's going to be that kind of weekend too is it?" David smirked and then
threw his gear into the back of the Jeep.  He shut the rear hatch and hopped
into the back seat.  "OK, bus driver, Tristan's house is the next stop."

"Well, duh," Jason laughed as he threw the Jeep into reverse and proceeded to
zip over to Tristan's.  As they pulled into Tristan's driveway, there was no
sight of Tristan or his gear.

"You don't think he forgot about our campout do you?" Chris worried aloud.

"Nah, I'm sure he didn't.  You know how laid back Tristan is.  He's probably
ready to go but hasn't brought it out.  I'll go get him," David covered for his
boyfriend's apparent lack of enthusiasm.  David bounded to the door, knocked his
usual three raps, and then stepped in.  "Tristan, are you ready to go?" he
called inside.

"Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming," Tristan answered from the direction of his room.
His arms completely loaded with his gear, Tristan came into view with a smile
for David.  "How about a little kiss before we go, Babe?," Tristan asked as he
leaned forward.

David took the top of the pile out of Tristan's arms as he gave him a little
peck on the lips.  "They're waiting out there Tris, that's all you get until
later," he whispered loudly.

"DAD, I'M GOING NOW!" Tristan yelled behind him on his way out.

"OK, bye, be good," was Randy's answer from within.

"I'm always good, bye," Tristan answered loudly and backed out the door after
David.  There was just barely enough room in the back of the Jeep to stuff
Tristan's sleeping bag and assorted gear on top of the pile.

"Sheesh, did you forget the kitchen sink?" Jason wisecracked.

"Nope, left it on purpose.  A guy has to eat and have some necessities along
too, you know."

"Necessities?" Chris crowed in delight.  "Yeah, I spose if we were all hung like
you we'd need to bring certain necessities too."

"Mmmm hmmmm," Tristan replied neutrally as he glanced over at David.  David
lifted his eyebrows and then winked for an answer.  Then they were in motion and
once more zooming down the city streets as they headed for Trestle Valley.  They
wound their way back into the tree filled valley which the sleepy little river
had carved over eons of time.  When the railroad came through they decided to
build a long bridge over the valley rather than make the trains chug their way
back up.  The boys had found a secluded coulee that overlooked the main valley
and the trestle a few years back and by mutual agreement that was their intended
campsite.  It was in a pasture so the cattle kept the grass chewed down. And
what was better was that the farmer kept a watering tank not far away so they
only had to bring their drinking water.

Jason pulled his mother's Jeep onto a dirt track that led away from the graveled
county road and parked within a small clearing.  "Here we are guys," he
announced the obvious.  "We'll have to each make two trips to get all our stuff
and the tent out there," he continued in his 'take charge' voice.

"We know Jason," David said dryly as he climbed out.  "Tris and I will climb
over the fence while you guys hand it across, OK?"

"Yeah, works for me," Jason quipped.

In short order everything was inside the pasture fence, including the tent.
"That tent weighs a ton," Tristan grunted as he struggled not to drop it as it
was shoved over at him.

"Yeah, it's kinda an old one made out of real canvas," Jason said.  "My dad has
been saying he wants one of those new lightweight ones but he hasn't gotten one
yet."

"I'm sure glad we aren't carrying this mother any further," Tristan bitched.

"Oh well, it's a lot better than nothing," Chris pointed out in defense of his
boyfriend.

"I guess but it's going to take the four of us to carry it to our campsite
without killing ourselves in the process," David spoke up.

"That's the plan David, but first we can take our gear and pick out a good spot
for the tent, OK?" Jason was still taking on the leadership role in the
foursome.

"Ewww, fresh cow pies," Chris complained as they began walking as he skirted the
dinner plate sized droppings.

"Hey, its just a little of nature's fertilizer," David said.  "Just so they
haven't left a mess in our spot.  I wonder if the bulls are still out with the
cows.  Grandpa usually pulls the bulls out of the herd about this time of year."

"Bulls?  You think there are bulls out here?" Chris was obviously concerned.
"Like how many do you suppose?"

"It depends on how many cows are out here.  My Grandpa raises cattle and he says
he puts one bull out in the pasture for every 30 cows.  And he never puts just
one bull in a pasture so the chances are that there are at least two bulls out
here."

Chris and Jason stopped in their tracks.  "You're kidding!  One bull has to do
thirty cows?  His dick must get sore," Jason said in amazement.

"What if we see a bull?" Chris asked nervously.  "Will he like chase us?"

"Just don't mess with them if we see any and don't get close and you'll be
fine," David assured him as they resumed walking.  "I've never been chased by a
bull yet.  They are more interested in staying with their herd as long as you
don't bother them."

"OK, here's our spot," was Jason's next comment as they finished their little
climb around an up the side of the hill.   "The cows were through here too," he
said pointing to a few of their calling cards with insects buzzing over the
crusty splats of manure.

"We're not gonna camp here now, are we?" Chris complained.

"Aw Chrissy, we can just find something to move these few cow pies and we'll be
fine," David scoffed at the city boy.  "Say Jason, did you bring a shovel so we
could dig a pit for the campfire?" he asked.

"Um, no I forgot," Jason grimaced.

"OK, then we have to find a big stick or a flat rock to scrape that cowshit out
of there," David said with authority.

The four of them all went scavenging and each came back with a primitive tool.
Within ten minutes the cow pies were gone and a level spot for the tent was
picked out.  After another trek down the hill and through some trees, the tent
was hauled to the campsite.

"Whew, that was some hot work!" David commented as he wiped the sweat from his
forehead with his arm.  "Time for the shirt to come off," and he immediately
peeled off his shirt, exposing his lean torso and tufts of dark blonde hair in
his pits.

"Hey, that boy doesn't waste any time does he, Jason?" Chris observed to his
partner.   "Hey David, are you going to work on that all-over tan of yours too
while you're at it?"

David shrugged one shoulder.  "Maybe, and only if you guys do," he said
nonchalantly.  "Take off your shirts guys, the breeze feels good," he urged.

Right away Tristan followed David's lead as he became very accustomed to doing
the same while staying out at David's grandparent's farm that summer with David.
His shirt came off and although Tristan's tan had become lighter, it was still
evident with the darker hued skin showing.  Not to be outdone, Jason and Chris
stripped their shirts off to reveal a much whiter skin tone.  There was very
little extra body fat on all four boys and they were all prime specimens of teen
manhood.

"OK, time to put this baby up," Jason said as he unfastened and rolled the tent
out to uncover stakes, several metal poles and ropes.   "We need a couple good
sized rocks to pound the stakes in around the edge before we stand it up."  Soon
that was done and the spacious tent was going up.  The poles were inserted to
support the front and rear sides to the end and then the support ropes were
pulled taut and staked to complete the process.  Jason coordinated everyone's
efforts and when all was complete proclaimed, "There, home away from home."
They arranged their sleeping bags and unzipped the windows.

"Before we get too comfy we should build a fire ring with rocks and gather some
wood," David suggested.  "I brought an axe if we need one," he added.  So David
took charge of laying out a fire pit and lining the perimeter with stones the
four of them gathered up.   Dead trees littered the ground  nearby and in no
time they had a plentiful supply gathered.

Chris checked his watch.  "It's after two o'clock and I'm hungry.  If we have
hot dogs now we can eat before too long.  So who brought the matches?"

"Me," David said as he pulled out some matches.  After finding some dry grass
and weed fluff, he had a little fire burning in no time.

"David is a regular boy scout, isn't he?" Chris said as he walked over to Jason
and held him around the waist.

"Oh, he's good at this camping stuff, but I'm not sure the Boy Scouts would want
him," Jason joked.

"Up yours!" David retorted.

"Yeah, that's just what the Boy Scouts are afraid of," Jason cackled.  "And I
have news for you, David, it's not gonna be your thing and for sure not
Tristan's that gets to do it."

"What? You haven't given up your cherry yet?" David asked Jason in surprise and
then turned to look directly at Chris.  "You're gonna have to show him what he's
been missing all this time Chrissy."

Chris blushed before saying, "I haven't minded."

"I usually don't either," David admitted, "but you guys don't know what you have
been missing.

Tristan chimed in by remarking, "Oh well, by the time the two of you have lost
your pubes you won't have much else to be bashful about so we'll get you all
fixed up there.  This will be a campout to remember, no doubt about it."

"Yeah, whatever Tris," Jason said dryly.  "Are we going to eat or what?"
His diversionary tactic worked and the task of cooking hot dogs on sticks took
over as the main concern.  Hot dogs and chips quelled the rumbles in their
stomachs as the fire burnt down to glowing coals.

"It's definitely getting warm," David observed as he finished eating.  "Anyone
up for a dip in the stock tank?"

"You'd swim in that stuff?" Chris asked incredulously.

"Sure, it's cleaner than most river water," David said.  "I've done it lots of
times.  And it would wash off the sweat and dirt from all this setting up camp
we had to do."

"Yeah, and you could pay off your bets and do a little sun tanning while you are
it," Tristan suggested laughing.  "I brought some shaving cream, scissors, and a
new razor just for the occasion."

Jason took hold of Chris' hand at that point and said, "We're not gonna do it."

"What?" Tristan yelped.

"Do what?" David asked more calmly.  "Go up to stock tank or get shaved?"

"Get shaved," Jason said firmly.

"Hey, you guys lost your bet," Tristan was quick to remind them.

"Oh sure Tristan," Chris interjected.  "Like you would have let us shave you.
Besides we had that game won the whole time except when you guys got lucky at
the last 30 seconds."

"It wasn't just luck," David growled.

"Yeah, it was teamwork," Tristan said.  "Our whole team knew what the stakes
were and they put their hearts into it for David."

"They all knew?" Chris gasped.

"I can't believe you told them," Jason shot back at Tristan.

David retorted with his hands on his hips, "That's right, Jason.  He did and the
team came through for us.  So you still have your bet to settle up on."

"Nuh uh, we're still not gonna do it," Jason said as he shook his head from side
to side.  And Chris was a mirror image of Jason.

"I can't believe you two would wimp out," Tristan said with evident
disappointment.  "Can you David?"

"Well obviously their word isn't worth anything," David observed with disdain.
"I guess they aren't man enough to follow through on what they say and the bets
they make.  Come on Tristan, you and I can go up to the stock tank and get
washed off."  David spun around and left with another word.  He glanced over to
make sure Tristan was coming with him and so they left the campsite to Jason and
Chris.

The stock tank was about half a mile away from where the tent was pitched and
once out of sight of the camp, Tristan snagged David's hand and held it as they
walked.  "Doesn't this remind you of being out at the farm?" Tristan asked.

"Yeah, except there we didn't have those city boys to put up with," David
growled.

"You really aren't happy with them, are you?" Tristan asked.

"No, I'm not.  I just don't have any respect for someone who says they will do
something and then just backs out like they did," David fumed.  "I would have
done it and so would you.  And you weren't afraid to put it on the line with the
team, Tris-dude.  That's something I admire about you--you aren't afraid of
stuff."

"Aw Babe, it's only because of you.  As long as you love me, nothing else really
matters."  Right there they melted into each other's arms and kissed.  It was
one of those hot kisses that left no doubt in either boy's mind who loved whom.

"Come on, let's go get washed off and find a place to catch some rays," David
said as he stepped back and adjusted himself.

Tristan had to do the same and they then continued walking hand in hand.
Luckily the stock tank was deserted and without missing a beat David had his
pants, briefs and shoes off.

Tristan just stood back and watched for a moment.  He always loved seeing
David's cute butt and natural cock revealed.

"Hey, quit looking and get those clothes off!" David ordered.  He knew what the
holdup on Tristan's part was.  And the truth was that he wanted to see Tristan
naked just as bad.

Tristan unzipped his pants and peeled them down to reveal his semi-erect cock.
It hung down and out in its tumescent state but not quite entirely erect.  It
was still a fine display of Tristan's obvious masculinity.

David swished his fingers through the cool water of the stock tank.  "This will
cool you down there Hot Stuff," he joked.

"What if I don't want to be cooled down?" Tristan protested.

"Just jump in here now and you'll get what you want a little later, OK?" David
grinned.  He knew by now that once Tristan's whopper got the itch he had a hard
time ignoring it.

"David," Tristan protested as he turned and bent over to put his pants and shoes
in a tidy pile.

It gave David a great view of Tristan's backside and the outline of his male
parts hanging low between his legs.  Playfully David splashed some water over on
Tristan's back.

"DAVID!" Tristan hollered with indignation.  "Quit it."  Tristan turned around
to see David already lowering himself into the water.

"Ah, this is nice," David sighed.  "Nice and cool and refreshing.  Jump in
Tris."

"You owe me," Tristan asserted as he climbed in next to David, his full cock
swaying as he lifted his legs over the side and sat down in the water.  "Nice
and cool my ass, more like nice and cold," he fussed as the cold water
extinguished the fire between his legs.  "Nothing like killing a good hard on
too."

"Aw, poor Tris," David laughed as he reached over to feel Tristan's limp member.
"I have no doubt it's only a temporary problem."

"Um, speaking of problems, what are we going to do about Jason and Chris?"
Tristan returned to their earlier subject.

"If they don't live up to it, then nothing specifically.  It just will cost them
big time in how much I respect them is all," David said after thinking about it.

"So how do feel about doing something naked with them now?" Tristan probed as
that was the heart of the matter for him at this point.  He wanted some loving
from his David and the prospects weren't looking so great in that regard now.

"Um, I guess I really don't want to do anything naked with them at all now that
you mention it.  It will just remind me of them backing down on the bet and I'm
not sure I want trust them like that right now.  So that's what you're worried
about?  That we won't get to do anything?" David turned to Tristan and slipped
both arms around him.

Tristan leaned into David's arms and slipped one arm around David.  "Yeah, you
know I always need your loving."

David thought for a moment.  "OK dude, here's what we'll do.  We'll put our
shoes on and find a nice place to do some loving before we go back to the camp,"
and then he nibbled on Tristan's ear as he finished talking.

"Now that's better!" Tristan sighed happily.  "Let's go now, OK?"

"OK, OK," David laughed.  "You won't relax until you get IT relaxed, will you?"

"Nope," Tristan giggled before standing up, the water glistening on his skin and
running off his still sizeable cock.

David stood up too and let the water run from his golden colored skin.   He
still had the remnants of his all over tan from the farm.  The sight of him like
that took Tristan's breath away as he remembered the times they spent down at
the river.

They dried their feet on nearby grass before jamming their feet in their shoes.
Carrying their clothes with one hand they walked further away from camp holding
hands with the other.  The late summer sun and gentle breeze quickly dried them
as they walked.  Off to one side they spotted a natural rock formation.

"I bet we can find a place over there," Tristan pointed over at the rocks.
"Remember how we would lay on the rocks by the river?" he grinned over at David
excitedly.

"Yeah, I remember," David grinned back.  "I think you just want to get laid
though," he joked.

Tristan playfully punched David in the shoulder for that smart comment as they
headed in the direction of the rocks.  The outcropping was too steep to really
lay on but it did provide them with a bit of privacy as they moved behind it.
They dropped their clothes and moved into each other's arms, Tristan's heavily
dangling cock draping over David's erection.  Deeply ingrained instincts took
over their bodies as they kissed, nibbled, and rubbed their pulsating cocks
together.  Their hands played over each other's backs and buttocks as they
danced their song of love.  Tristan knew how to get David's fires lit.  He
collected some of the precum flowing from his cock on his fingertips and reached
around to rub David's hole with it.

David groaned with desire and pushed back against Tristan's fingers.  His ring
was quivering with desire and that itch deep within him was begging to be
scratched.  He closed his eyes and let the waves of passion carry him to shores
of Nirvana.  From experience he knew Tristan's fuck finger would soon be inside,
preparing him for Tristan's fat man pole.  Ah, there it was, slipping inside and
brushing against his prostate.  Sparks shot through his body every time it was
touched and he would jerk reflexively.  "Oh God, Tristan, I love how you can do
that to me," David moaned as his dick throbbed with unbridled lust and the
precum dripped from his slit.  He whined briefly and bucked as Tristan's fingers
slid around his glans to collect precum for lube.  He spread his legs and braced
himself for what he knew was coming.

Tristan added a gob of saliva to his fingers and made sure the first half of his
cock was wet.  He could tell David was ready by the way he spread his legs.
Placing his cockhead at David's ring, he waited for David to relax while
pressing slightly.  It had gotten to where it felt like David just would suck
him in as he glided slowly into David's hot love chute.  He let David do the
work, taking Tristan's distended cock in as he was ready for more.  When he
heard David say "OK" then it was time for him to begin the ancient and natural
rhythms of every male.  His hips rocked slowly back and forth, the friction of
David's love tunnel stimulating the sensitive nerve endings in his cock.  Each
stroke in Tristan was able to bury more of his fuck tool inside David until
finally he was all the way in.  He held himself there, his 8 inches fully
engulfed with his pubes pressed against David's butt, and then reached around
with his left hand to grab David's straining, leaking erection.  Using David's
abundant natural lube, Tristan began to stroke David's rigid 5 1/2 inches.

Tristan's hand on his cock along with Tristan buried to the hilt up inside of
him was the signal for David to get serious with their coupling.  He loved how
it felt to be able to move and to feel the pleasure coursing through his body
from both outside and inside.  He felt like he was fucking and getting fucked at
the same time and there wasn't anything better than that.  His athletic teen
body moved of its own accord as it worked to bring himself and Tristan to
another ball busting climax.  Now the two boys moved as one, the sweat
collecting and shining on their bodies as their hips rocked and twisted in their
passion.

Tristan could feel his juices begin to boil in his balls and automatically
shifted his position to one which battered David's prostate.

"Oh God, Tris, I'm...just...about...there," David gasped as he ground himself
unmercifully onto Tristan's fully engorged ass splitter.  Then David froze
momentarily before he began to shudder, his ass milking Tristan's cock
convulsively.  "AH, AH, AH, AH," he all but screamed as the cum rocketed from
his dick to splash across the huge rock in front of him.

Tristan plunged his cock as deep as it would go into David over and over as his
orgasm tore through his body.  "Ung, Ung, Ung," he grunted hoarsely as his cum
hosed David's insides.  Then, as those cataclysmic eruptions died down, Tristan
leaned forward to rest and to cuddle against David's back while the aftershocks
rippled through their bodies.

When their heaving chests resumed more normal breathing patterns David found his
voice.  "You are an awesome lover there Tris.  It's no wonder I love you with
everything I've got."

Tristan softly kissed the back of David's neck.  "I know Babe, but I love you
more," he said before he pulled his softening cock out of David with a slurp.
He then turned David around so they could continue to express their love with
tender kisses.

"We'd best clean up and get back to the camp," David finally said.  He had a
major trail of Tristan's cum running down his leg.

"Yeah, I suppose we should.  Then we'll go see what those two butt heads are
doing," Tristan agreed.   He and David walked back to the stock tank together
and splashed water where it was needed to clean themselves.  "Are we getting
dressed?" Tristan asked when he was done.

"Um, no, I guess not.  I might have to use a towel once we get back to camp and
I don't feel like taking my shoes off again just to dress."

"That's fine with me," Tristan grinned.  "It's just like we were out on the
farm.  I love it."

"Yeah me too.  Except we have to head back to camp and see how things go with
Jason and Chris," David said with a hint of resignation.  Hand in hand they
walked back the way they came.


****************


SATURDAY EVENING

For the tenth time in five minutes Anthony looked at the clock. It was 7:08 and
Drew was supposed to be there any minute. Anthony's mother had to leave by 7:30
and she wanted to meet Drew before she left.  Nervously Anthony swung his leg
which was hanging over the arm of the recliner, trying unsuccessfully to watch
TV in the front room.  After more interminable seconds passed a step sounded
outside the door and the doorbell rang. "I've got the door Mom," Anthony yelled
as he scrambled to his feet.  He quickly opened the door to find a tall, brown-
skinned  young man standing on his doorstep.  "Come on in, Drew. My mom wants to
meet you before she goes," Anthony said a little nervously.

"Yeah, I s'pose she would," Drew smiled back as he picked up the duffle bag at
his feet.

"Yeah, so just come in and sit down in the chair for a sec and I'll go get her,
OK?"

"Sure, no prob," Drew said and flashed his gleaming white smile once more.

Anthony smiled back and then turned to go just as his mother walked into the
front room. "Hello, you must be Drew," the smaller-statured woman stated as she
held out a dainty hand.

Drew stood up and took her hand, shaking it while he said, "Yes ma'am, I'm Drew
Andrews.  Nice to meet you," he added.

"Oh yes, its very nice to meet you too, Drew. Anthony talks about you all the
time," she said sweetly.  "So what does your dad do?" she inquired.

"He works for the telephone company as an installation foreman," Drew answered.

"Oh, that's good. Well boys," she said as she looked at her watch, "I have to be
going. So remember, no smoking, no alcohol, and no one else coming over."

"Yeah, Mom, I know. You already told me a hundred times," Anthony complained.

"That's just fine Mrs. Miller," Drew said. "I don't do any of those things and I
know Anthony doesn't either so we'll just hang out."

"That's good. I'll be home rather late so don't wait up," she smiled one more
time before picking up her purse and leaving.

"You want to see my room?" Anthony asked.

"Of course!" Drew exclaimed.  "But first, aren't you forgetting something?" he
smiled again as he waited.

Anthony's hand flew up to his chin as he tried to figure out what he forgot.
"Um, what?"

"You haven't given me a real hello yet," Drew grinned as he held his arms out.

As soon as he heard that, Anthony slid into Drew's outstretched arms. "Yeah, I
did, didn't I?" And then he tilted his head back and waited for Drew to kiss
him.

Drew bent his head down and they kissed their first kiss of the day standing in
the middle of the front room.

His face beaming, Anthony grabbed Drew's hand and led him to his bedroom. "I
hope you like it," Anthony said.

Drew looked around the room, noticing the double bed topped with a quilt, a
chest of drawers, and a desk. Those pieces of furniture filled the small room.
A shelf above the desk displayed a few trophies and hanging above was an
assortment of colored ribbons.  "What's this stuff" Drew asked as he walked over
to inspect the ribbons and trophies.

"It's just my gymnastics awards from the competitions I was in before moving
here," Anthony said.

"Hey, I see lots of first place ribbons here," Drew said. "You must be really
good at it."

"Ah, it's no big deal," Anthony scoffed but inside he was secretly glad that
Drew noticed.

"So what now?" Drew asked as his sat on Anthony's bed.

"I don't know," Anthony said shyly. "What do you want to do?"

Drew just grinned and said, "Everything Baby."

Lightening bolts shot through Anthony's stomach and made his knees weak with
desire. He moved over and sat down in Drew's lap, throwing his arms around his
neck.  "Me too," is all Anthony said before burying his face into Drew's neck
and licking at his ear.  "Um, Drew?" Anthony asked shyly.

"What Baby?" Drew asked back as he encircled his boyfriend in his arms.

"Does everything mean really everything?  Like what we did at your house the
last time?"

"Yeah, if you want," Drew's low voice rumbled in his ear.

"Yes I want it.....only what I really want is the real thing in here," Anthony
said in a near whisper as he wiggled his butt in Drew's lap.

"I don't want to hurt you Baby," Drew said rather cautiously.

"You didn't hurt me the other day so I trust you. Just use more than one finger
to open me up first," Anthony said.

Drew gave Anthony a little squeeze before saying, "Baby I want this to be the
most special thing for you ever. Will you let me?"

Anthony's stomach did flip flops upon hearing that and his breath rushed out in
a "Yessss."

"OK, hang on to my neck. I'm going to stand up," Drew said before he powered
himself and Anthony up so he was holding Anthony in his arms while he stood.
Purposefully he carried Anthony out of the bedroom and around the corner into
the bathroom. "First, you get a nice warm bath.  Where are the towels?" Drew
asked as he looked around.

Anthony pointed to the cupboard. "In there."

Bending down, Drew snatched up a handful of towels before he sat on the closed
toilet while still holding Anthony in his lap.  Next he reached over and started
the bath water, testing it with his fingers and adjusted it to his satisfaction.
"Do you have anything for bubbles?" he asked.

"Um, maybe. Look in the bottom drawer," Anthony said as his eyes gleamed.

After pulling out several bottles of assorted toiletries, Drew indeed found some
bubble bath. He poured a generous dollop of it into the tub as Anthony watched.
"There, next we take off your clothes," he said in his sexy voice.  Immediately
Anthony felt his shirt being pulled off over his head. And then Drew's fingers
were unfastening his pants and scooting them down while his fingers slid under
Anthony's butt.  "Stand up would ya," Drew asked as he lifted Anthony up and
turned him so they were facing each other.

Grinning with happiness Anthony complied and stood there as Drew pulled his
pants over each foot, removing his socks in the process. In a matter of seconds
Anthony was standing there naked.

Drew pulled Anthony to him, nuzzling his belly before kissing it. "I love you,"
he said, "and I'm going to show you just how much."

Anthony's cock started to fill and Drew felt it. He pulled back and gently
kissed it right on the head saying, "I didn't forget you either."

Anthony giggled from sheer delight. He felt so loved and so special right then.

Drew stood up saying, "Climb in now and I'll take care of you, OK?"

Anthony stopped where he was to say, "Drew, you have to be naked too."

Stepping back, Drew shut the bathroom door and then said, "OK, I'll take off my
clothes too but only if you climb in now Baby."

"You promise?"

"Yeah, I promise so get in, will ya?"

So Anthony did and he had to ease his way into the deliciously hot soapy water.
No sooner had he immersed himself entirely in than Drew was there in all of his
naked glory.  "Yeah, now that's better," Anthony sighed happily.

"First, do you want me to wash your hair or not?" Drew asked.

"Yeah, that would be nice," Anthony sighed.

"OK, which shampoo is yours?" Drew said eyeing the bottles nearby.

"The green apple shampoo."

"OK, so spin around here and I'll use the shower hose to do your hair."

Anthony complied and soon Drew was wetting his head.  Then Drew's strong fingers
began to massage the shampoo into his brown hair.  "Ooh, that feels good,"
Anthony said through tightly shut eyes.

"Just wait, it gets better," Drew promised as he began to rinse the shampoo out.
The water shut off and the next thing Anthony knew was Drew was gently wiping
his eyes dry.  "Better?" Drew asked.

"Yeah, thanks," Anthony said and smiled up at him.

By this time Drew was ready with a washcloth.  He gently and meticulously washed
every inch of Anthony's body, except for his crack.  Anthony felt so pampered,
so loved as Drew gently cleaned him.  It didn't matter that he had sprung wood.
He was with Drew and there was no need to hide anything.

"Lie back now Anthony," Drew said gently as he helped Anthony back and placed a
folded up towel under his head.

He laid there in total relaxation as Drew lifted one leg, then the other up to
the sides of the tub, exposing his nether regions.

Taking the soap, Drew worked up a lathery creme and coated the tips of his right
fingers with it.  "I'm going to do your butt now, so just keep relaxing, OK?"
Drew said as he looked straight into Anthony's eyes.  "Just trust me.  I'm going
to let the water out now and clean you down there."

"You know I trust you," Anthony smiled back as he watched Drew drain the tub and
prepare to clean him down there.

And then Drew reached down and with the lightest touches, stroked his fingertips
over his anus.  At first he wanted to clench it but the gentle stroking slowly
made him relax and soon a soapy finger found its way in.

Anthony's hardness throbbed in response to the thrust of Drew's middle finger.
Precum began to drip from his slit and Anthony moaned his delight.  He nearly
didn't notice as Drew slipped a second finger into his chute.  The feeling of
pleasure diminished slightly as he felt some stretching happening down there.
But Drew was patient and as he continued, the feeling of pain went away and the
pleasurable sensations came rushing back.  Drew was working 2 fingers in and out
easily and Anthony was working his butt in rhythm.  Anthony's breathing began to
change.  It became heavier and Drew's began to change as well.   Soon Anthony
was cooing his delight as Drew's fingers stroked his prostate.  Then Drew
slipped a third finger in.  Again there was a process of adjustment as Anthony's
virgin tunnel was stretched.  His head lolled off to the side with his eyes
slightly closed and glazed over with lust.  The water left a shine over his
slender body and adding to the shine was the precum that was dripping steadily
out of his cock.

He began to tense.  Drew knew what was happening and stopped still.  "Oh God
Drew, why did you stop?" Anthony protested.  "I am sooooo close."

"Yeah, I want you to save it," Drew said gently.  "Let me rinse you off now and
get you dry."  Drew's fingers slipped out from his butt, leaving it feeling
strangely empty.   The water started again and a nice warm spray rinsed him off.
Drew pulled him up and immediately began drying him off, starting with his hair
and working down.  Once Anthony had stepped out of the tub, Drew even dried his
feet before wrapping him in another dry towel.  Lastly, Drew carefully combed
his hair for him.  "Now, you're ready for what comes next," Drew grinned at him.

"What's that?" Anthony grinned back in eager anticipation.

"You'll see.  First, though, my baby has to be put all snuggly into his bed."
Drew picked Anthony up and carried him to his bed, holding him close while he
pulled back the covers. Gently he laid Anthony down and pulled the covers over
him.  He turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Anthony nearly whined.

"To pick up our clothes and stuff.  I'll be right back in," Drew promised.

"Okay," Anthony said as he snuggled down and waited for the bed to warm up.

Drew bustled around and was true to his word.  He came back naked into the
bedroom where he dropped their clothes into a pile before shutting the door.
Next he turned on the desk lamp before flipping off the overhead light.

Anthony reached out with his arms saying, "Come in here with me, Drew."

"Just one more sec, Baby," Drew replied as he dug in his duffle bag.  Drew was
leaning over the bag with his back to Anthony, giving Anthony a view he had
never seen.  There was Drew profiled by the soft light and his balls were
hanging low between his legs.  Drew found what he was looking for and came
carrying a container over to the bed, his heavy cock swaying as he walked.

"What's that?" Anthony asked.

"Lube.  I figured we might want it so I brought it from home."

"Good planning," Anthony giggled.   "Hurry up and jump in,"  he said as he held
open the bedcovers.

Drew slid in next to Anthony, leaving the lube on the floor.  The two teens
wrapped arms and legs around each other, and their lips met in a passionate
kiss.  The kisses and the bed quickly became quite warm as their hands roamed
each other's bodies and their leaking cocks coated each other's bellies.
Before long Anthony was humping himself into Drew.  He had been so ready before
and it didn't take him long to return to being primed and ready to fire.

Drew pulled back and reached over the edge of the bed.  "Baby, I'm gonna lube
you up down there just like I did with the soap, OK?"

"Yeah, but this time you're gonna go to the finish, right?" Anthony asked.

"Yup, as long as you aren't hurting I will."

"I don't care if it hurts, I want you to make love to me," Anthony murmured to
him.

And then Drew's fingers were pressing a cold slippery substance into him,
greasing him up and getting him ready once more.  One finger, then two, and
finally three fingers were moving easily in and out, making him hot.  "I'm ready
for God's sake Drew.  Just do it." Anthony begged, his knuckles had gone white
from gripping the bed spread in the agonizing pleasure Drew was letting him
experience.

Drew pushed Anthony's legs way up and then paused as he lubed his massive cock.
He lined it up and gently pressed it against Anthony's pucker.  "Wait a minute,"
Drew said as he backed off.  "I think it would be better if you were on top of
me.  So Anthony, I'll lie down and you can let yourself take as much of me as
you want, OK?"

So they did that and in short order Anthony was poised above Drew's masculine
spear.  Drew helped him line things up and once Drew found the spot with is cock
head, he moved his hand down low and held it steady as Anthony began to slowly
lower himself.  Grunting a little he pressed down until Drew's fat cockhead slid
in.  Gasping slightly, Anth paused.  But then he started the slow downwards
slide once more.  He stopped about half ways down Drew's cock and gasped a few
more times as he waited for his love tunnel to accommodate Drew's stalwart cock.
He lifted up slightly and then pressed down once more.  It seemed like something
inside gave way and Anthony slid down with his balls resting in Drew's pubes.
After a few more gasps, Anthony said with joyous wonder, "I did it.  You are all
the way in me.  I feel so full of you Drew."  And then he began to move, rocking
up and down, short little movements at first but then as he began to feel Drew's
cock rubbing his prostate, he changed his motions to where Drew's cockhead was
rubbing it every time.  Again he began to coo as his sexual circuits began to
heat up and go into overload.  "Drew, touch me, touch my cock please," he
begged.

"No Baby, I'm not gonna.  You won't last at all if I do.  Just keep going,
you'll get there, I know you will."

Anthony groaned and began working his ass on Drew's cock even more.  The sweat
began to drip off from him and hit Drew with cool droplets.

Drew looked over to the side and caught the reflection of their love making in
the mirror.  He couldn't believe how hot it was to see himself laying on the bed
with Anthony moving up and down on his cock.  Anthony's head was back as he
leaned on his hands.  That was all it took for Drew to get hot and he began to
lift his hips in time with Anthony's motions.  They worked together like a well
oiled machine, bringing them to previously unimagined ecstasy.

Drew's cock was a white hot instrument of pleasure as it slid over Anthony's
prostate.  Involuntary contractions began deep inside of Anthony's guts.  A
whimper which began in Anthony's throat forced its way out and became a scream
of delight as Anthony reached his pinnacle.  Untouched, Anthony's cock began to
spew rivers of cum.  The first shot splatted over Drew's head and the second one
laid a wet trail over his face.  The contractions of Anthony's love tunnel
pushed Drew over the edge too and he began to bury his massive cock as far as it
would reach as he planted his seed deep inside Anthony.  As their mutual
shudders wound down Anthony fell forward into Drew's arms, exhausted.

"Baby, you were so awesome!" Drew whispered in his ear.  "I love you with
everything I have."

"I love the way it feels to be filled by you Drew.  I never want this to end,"
Anthony whispered back shakily.

"Me either Babe, me either," Drew answered as they laid there together, Drew's
arms holding Anthony tightly.  Slowly Drew's massive erection dwindled as they
kissed little kisses and caught their breath.

"Well, now what?" Anthony asked Drew as hew glanced over at the alarm clock
while they laid naked together.  "It's only like 9 o'clock."

"Umm, I don't know," Drew said raising his eyebrows.  "What do you usually do on
a Saturday night?"

Anthony shrugged his right shoulder as he said apathetically, "Sit around and
watch television or read or something boring like that if I'm not with you."

"Uh huh.  I'm here now so we can't be all bored, even if my thing is limp just
now," Drew laughed as he flipped his meat with his fingers to show Anthony.

"You know what I want to do Drew?"

"What's that L'il Man?"

"I want to watch TV together and stuff."

Without warning Drew rolled off the bed before turning around to effortlessly
lift Anthony over his shoulder.  Anth's cute butt was right next to his face
that way and he could smell the sex they'd just had.  It wasn't a bad smell at
all.  In fact, it went straight from his nose to his cock and made it fill
rapidly.

Anthony gave effortless struggles and laughed as Drew marched off to the front
room.  With his head hanging down he had the perfect chance to stare as Drew's
twin globes flexed as he strode Drew playfully smacked the teen's butt before he
set Anthony down on the couch with a plunk.

"That better not have left a mark," Anthony glowered over at Drew.

Drew laughed a self satisfied laugh.  "Oh, I think it might have left a little
hand print maybe."

"I coulda done the same to you when you were carrying me but I didn't you know,"
Anthony protested.

"Yeah, well I guess you missed your chance so you owe me one then," Drew said as
he kissed the side of Anthony's face.

"Yeah, OK.  I won't forget," said as he wiggled himself closer to Drew while
reaching for the remote with one hand while the other hand found its way to
touch Drew's distended sex.

That didn't really help Drew much in the way of controlling the state of his
erection.   It was almost painfully hard by now as it laid along his right leg.

"Oh God, Anthony, you are going to get me going again if you keep touching me,"
Drew rumbled.

"Yeah, but I love touching you," Anthony said softly.  "And when I can touch you
it makes me feel so good inside...because I know you love me."

"Oh, yeah, I do for a fact.  So you want to watch TV or fool around some more?"
Drew asked with a low laugh.

Screwing up his face Anthony thought for a moment then answered, "Um, watch TV
now and fool around later maybe?"

Drew picked Anthony's hand away from his cock as he said, "Then you'd better let
my bad boy rest up some.  Here, why don't you sit on me," and Drew pulled
Anthony on top of him and loosely wrapping his arms around the smaller boy.

Anthony draped a nearby throw over them and after some channel flipping Anthony
found a movie they both liked.  They watched the TV enjoying the warmth and the
closeness they shared.  The movie ended and Drew stretched out his muscles,
nearly sending Anthony to the floor.  Spinning over to his front so he was
laying belly to belly to Drew Anthony pulled himself up so he could kiss him.
"Mmmmmm," Anthony moaned as they kissed, feeling his cock spring to life between
them.  They continued to make out right there on the couch, the television still
on and totally forgotten.

Drew's hands were running all over Anthony's back and ass as they kissed,
fanning the fires of passion inside Anthony.  Spreading his legs before reaching
back with his right hand, Anthony found Drew's hardness and aligned it with his
back door.  Still kissing he wiggled himself so Drew's cock was inside him once
again.

Drew just moaned as he felt himself sliding back into that hot love tunnel of
Anthony's.  This time he slid right in as Anthony was very slippery and still
opened up from their earlier bout of love making.

Very soon Anthony was sliding himself up and down on Drew's pole, grunting
softly as he kissed Drew's neck in his passion.  This time it was
different....the feelings took longer to build and Anthony was enjoying being
filled with Drew as he worked to bring them both to their climax.

By now Drew was lifting himself up to meet Anthony's down thrusts and they were
working hard to reach their release. Anthony began a strangled cry that signaled
his approaching orgasm and begged, "Fuck me Drew, just do it!"

Drew began to buck his hips into Anth's bottom, burying himself to the balls on
each long up thrust, feeling his passion growing to a crashing climax.  "Oh yeah
Drew!" Anthony gasped out as his orgasm ignited.  He fired stream after stream
of boy juice between them as his ass milked Drew's pole while they shuddered
through their orgasms.

Anthony collapsed against Drew's chest in joyful completion and savored the
second time they made sweet love that night.  They traded gentle kisses and soft
murmurs of love until they both drifted off to sleep, completely filled with
love for the other and their sexual appetites satiated.

In was in that state that Anthony's mother found them as she slipped quietly
into the house.  Her planned night out was cut short when her boyfriend became
ill.  In the light of the flickering television she could see the naked white
skin of her son contrasted strongly against the darker skin of Drew.  And there
was no doubt of what they had been doing since they were naked and still wrapped
in each other's arms.  Added to that was the smell of sex which filled the room.
Her brain refused to work. All she could do is stare at the two boys and try to
think of what she should do or say.  Her shoulders slumped; she decided she
wasn't ready to confront them then at that moment.  Instead, she went to the
linen closet and pulled out an old blanket.  Tenderly she laid the blanket over
her son who was on top, reminding her of the many nights she would cover him in
his bed.  Only this time she was covering the nakedness of both boys.  Anthony
just smiled in his sleep and snuggled deeper into Drew's arms.   She went to her
own bed, eyes wet with tears.

**************

Will this be the end of the close friendship between the David, Tristan, and
Jason?  Will Jason and Chris relent and honor the bet they lost?  And what about
Sean?  How are he and Craig getting along?  Will Randy and Craig ever get
together?  The answers to these questions and more will be found in Chapter 17!

I have one more thing to tell all of the people who have been following this
story.  I have started up a website I named "Friends of David and Tristan" under
Yahoo Groups for people to join.  Anyone who would like to join is welcome and
by joining will be able to be notified when new chapters are posted.  You may
also find the complete saga of David and Tristan referenced within as well as
links to other author's work whom I recommend.  There is also a way to post
messages to the Group as a whole so you can feel free to discuss your feelings
and reactions to the story or other things as well.  Just send a blank email to:

david_n_tristan-subscribe@yahoogroups.com

Acceptance of membership is virtually automatic and a return email will provide
you with a link to the site.  You will be joining other Friends of David and
Tristan from across the world.  I am looking forward to seeing you there.