Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2013 22:07:31 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 22 of Val 'n Tyne

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                                      Val 'n Tyne

                                      Chapter 22

                                 The Gang's All Here

	"Thanks for spending the night with me," Tyne said, walking into
the dark living room and flipping on all the lights. "I really appreciate
it. Ever since my dad died, my mom works crazy, stupid hours at the
hospital. I'm not sure if we need the money or if she needs the escape from
being here with his memories. It makes me kinda feel like this is my own
house. Luckily, I don't have to pay for it. But it gets sorta spooky and
lonely sometimes."

	He was excited that Dane had grabbed his hand as Dane's parents
drove away after dropping them off. But he was scared, too, since he'd
never had a 'boy' like this spend the night with him before. Tyne knew full
well why Dane had jumped on his comment about being home alone and
suggested he sleep over. An opportunity for sex play was the obvious
implication. His mind was reeling from all of the things that they could
possibly do together before his mom got home - most likely without any
clothes on. He felt terrified, eager, incredibly horny, and nauseous all at
the same time.

	"That's why I'm here. Gonna keep you company, cutie," Dane said,
then added in a sick falsetto, "all night long." He slammed the door closed
behind him and locked it up, good and tight. Then he tossed his backpack on
the floor next to the door, turned around and flashed Tyne a monstrous,
toothy grin, which pretty much took up his whole face. It spread from his
beautiful dark brown eyes, tucked beneath the insanely long, shadowy,
dark-red eyelashes, on down to the pronounced cleft in his bold, taut
chin. Some people called that a butt-chin. But Tyne didn't. He thought it
looked sexy on him. Just right, Tyne concluded. Then Dane looked straight
into Tyne's beautiful blue-green eyes and said, "Gonna wrap you up in my
big strong arms and hold you tight - I'll never let you go. You'll never be
lonely again, I promise you that, cutie. Not with me around." Then he
grabbed Tyne's shoulders and pulled him so close and tight that Tyne
thought for a second he was going to be squeezed to death.

	"Um...okay." Tyne squeaked out, a little winded and at a loss for
words. But secretly, he was amazed that this hot jock liked him so much and
was holding him so snug and safe. He could feel his body reluctantly relax,
kind of like melting cheese on a thick crust pizza, and instantly realized
that he could get used to this kind of thing from such a cute, hot and open
guy. It was such a warm and comforting feeling.

	"I hear you, dude. I'm there. I'd be lonely too if my daddy was
gone."

	"Thanks for that, Dane. Seriously - thanks for spending the night
with me. I really mean it... well... it's nice to have you here with
me. Plus, I want to help you forget what happened out on the hardwood
tonight. That sucked big time," Tyne said quietly into Dane's ear.  Tyne's
dick started plumping up down deep in his shorts over the experience of
Dane keeping him wrapped up tightly in his strong arms like that. Safe and
secure, warm and protected. Then he had a weird thought creep in. "That's
exactly what Val did to me in the cab of the truck before we rolled over
and it got all smashed up," he thought. "We were naked under the itchy wool
blanket, with Val holding me tight in his big, hard guns to stay warm. My
freezing ass pressed against the top of his rock-hard, humongous, bulging
boner." From this memory, his compact cock plumped up even more while
thinking about that moment in time - a snapshot forever embedded deep in
his mind that he would never, ever, forget - as long as he
lived. "Val. Wow," Tyne mouthed silently, then sighed deeply.

	"No worries, cutie." Dane said, snapping Tyne out of his deep
thoughts, separating and looking around the house. "Hey, you have a nice
place here. Your mom must take great pride in it."

	Tyne shuddered, and had to suck in a huge amount of oxygen to get
it together so he could speak. "Oh, um, yeah, she does, I guess," he said,
shaking his head. Tyne consciously wiped all thoughts of Val's rockin' hard
body and big, fleshy, sperm spewing cock along with his mammoth, tender,
low hanging balls out of his addled, whirling brain. Then he continued,
"She and my dad like nice things around here. Um, I mean, they liked nice
things around here," he croaked out. "But anyway," he said, trying to be
cool and calm, "you know what I mean, now that he's gone and all, she isn't
so much into decorating anymore. I'm thinking that once I go away to
college, she's gonna sell this house and get one of those new, boring,
all-purpose condo's down in the civic center. You know the ones, all
generic, boring and kinda lackluster looking high-rises overlooking old
town Hartsdale and the Mossy River. They look like they were imported from
some ex-Soviet Bloc country, where everything is painted grey. But I think
she should do it. It's strange. It's kinda like my dad is still here, you
know, lurking around the corners or popping out of a closet, wanting to
tell us something - something secret like we forgot, maybe, or something we
really need to know. Or things only he knows and really needs to share with
us before he's gone off for good to do other stuff, wherever he is or
whatever he's doing. Surfing or snowboarding on the clouds. I don't know -
it's weird. It would be almost scary, but I know that he's in a better
place and he's only looking out for the best for both of us - if you
believe that religious mumbo-jumbo kinda stuff," Tyne said, hanging his
head down low a little bit. He felt embarrassed rambling on in front of his
new friend, not really wanting to get deep into this thing, whatever this
'thing' was going on between them, or to get into a down moment and scare
him away. This was totally not the place for this kind of conversation. He
had never told anyone any of his deepest, darkest thoughts like this,
except, of course, Noah. Sexy - this totally was not!

	"It's all good, dude. I getcha," Dane said, spinning around and
grabbing Tyne's wrists. "Like I told you before, no worries. No worries
about anything. I didn't know your dad, but I can picture him up there in
Heaven, looking out for you guys. It's all cool. I believe in Heaven and
angels and stuff like that. But seriously, not saying you don't need your
dad or anything, but I'm here for you whenever you need me, dude. I'm in
for the long haul. I'm your man."

	"That sounds like the title to a cheesy gay romance novel or some
weird, not so sexy song by Usher or Taylor Swift or somebody." Tyne
snickered. "But thanks for that, Dane. I really, really appreciate it. It's
strange how my dad pops into my head at the most inopportune
times. Sometimes, especially at first when he died, I'd think of something
I needed to tell him and I'd walk into the next room to go find him
standing there for a second and then realize he wasn't really there
anymore. It was strange. It took my mom and me quite a while before we
could clean out his stuff. I kept some of his things, like his favorite
watch and a favorite pocket knife he always carried. Some of his old retro
shirts, too, like I wore the other day to school. Once in a while I get
them out and look at them just to help me remember him."

	"Can I see?" Dane asked.

	"My dad's things?"

	"Yeah. Sure! If you want to share it with me. I want to get to know
you better, cutie, all the way. I feel for you. You, me, together being one
and getting closer. Anyway, your dad must have been the best dad ever."

	"Yeah, he was. Okay.  If you sure you're interested." Tyne was
surprised Dane would be interested in his dad's old things that really only
had meaning for just his mom and him. He was pleased to be able to share
this sacred stuff with him, although, he was somewhat worried about what
the cute red-headed jock would think later on. He was kinda excited by
this, since he thought Val wouldn't even care all that much. So Tyne
reluctantly motioned for Dane to follow and led him to his room. He was
glad he'd cleaned it up. Tyne pulled out the precious stuffed shoe box from
the deep shelf in the back of the highest ledge in his closet and set it
carefully on the bed. He opened the lid and plucked the pocket knife out
first. Dane took it carefully from his hands and flipped it open, the blade
sharp and shiny, and admired it, reveling in the shine from the bedside
table lamp and waving it all around. He put the knife down on the bed and
with each and every item that they pulled out of the box, Tyne gave a
little explanation or memory that was attached to it. He was especially
attached to the antique revolver, which his dad had taught him how to shoot
out at the police range before it broke for good.

	Dane reached in and pulled out a folded sheet of notebook
paper. "What's this?" he asked as he unfolded it.

	Tyne fought a sudden lump in his throat and then croaked out, "When
I was cleaning off his dresser, I found that 'To-Do' list. Mom doesn't even
know I kept it."

	Dane unfolded it and read, "Change oil and filter in blue car. Fix
the sprinkler timer in the back yard. Repair Widow Smith's air
conditioner. Get a greeting card and visit Sargent Mac in the hospital
downtown. Get gear together for Mother Lode Lake and teach Tyne how to
fish." Dane lowered the paper and looked at Tyne and said, "That's where
you and Val went, right?" Tyne simply nodded. Dane sniffed, but continued
reading bullet points under the Mother Lode Lake reminder, "Poles, tackle,
buy bait, fuel for lantern, tent, bags, flashlight. Camp food." The next
item Dane started reading, but then trailed off as he read, "Talk with Tyne
about what being gay really means. Express my love for him. Assure him I'm
okay with it. Tell him to follow his heart but use his head, (the head on
top of his shoulders). Tell him to live up to whatever commitments he
makes. Remind him he can always seek my advice." Dane folded the paper and
set it carefully back in the box, solemnly. Tyne wiped his eyes on his
sleeve and looked away completely embarrassed to cry like a little boy in
front of this big jock.

	"Sometimes, it's like I hear my dad's voice pop into my head like
he's trying to tell me things still," Tyne said quietly. "But other times,
when I really need to know something I almost beg to hear him say something
and I get nothing."

	"I get it - I really do. Maybe, the times he doesn't answer are the
times he knows you have to figure it out for yourself. If my daddy was
gone, I'd hope he'd do that to me too." Sensing that Tyne needed to move on
from this incredibly sad moment, Dane joked, "My daddy would probably kick
me in the ass when I really needed it." Dane stood up and then jumped as if
he'd been kicked by his daddy, then spun around, leaned low grabbing his
cheeks with both hands.

	"Hey, what was that for?"  Dane said to his imaginary father. Then
Dane jumped again as if he'd gotten a second kick. He spun back around to
face Tyne who was sputtering with his high pitched giggles at Dane's goofy
antics. Afterward they fell on top of each other, Dane pulled Tyne up off
the bed. Then, swinging Tyne around like some sort of dancer on some loud
and mind-numbing Simon Cowell TV show, he positioned Tyne's back to his
front, then wrapped his strong arms around Tyne's chest and arms and,
pulling him in tight, asked, "So you hungry? I can whip up some killer
grilled cheese and bacon sandwiches. Just point me towards the kitchen. Or
you want something else? Pancakes maybe? Oh, I know, I know. How about some
cream cheese filled French Toast?"

	"Are you serious? How can you possibly eat again? Geez, like after
all that shit you just ate, like what, barely an hour ago?" Tyne said,
dumbfounded. He was still feeling full of ice cream and his stomach felt
like it was doing handstands on the parallel bars at the summer Olympics.

	"The only thing that I can do more than eat is jack off," Dane said
boldly, letting go of Tyne and rubbing his hard six-pack with both hands
just above his pubic patch, not so much to be sexy, but, well, just being
him - unconditionally honest. "I'm insatiable. Seriously, I'm still a
growing boy, dontcha know?"

	"Well, no wonder. All that sugar. That explains how you had all
that energy to run the court and shoot those three pointers."

	"Yeah, too bad the ball wasn't there on the last one. That didn't
work out so well, now did it? But anyway," he said, changing the subject,
"I see that big fireplace over there in the corner - it's got our names
written all over it. Why don't you stoke it up and let's cuddle up in front
of it for a while and just talk. I really dig talking to you. You're not
like other dude's I know, I mean, not that I know all that many other gay
dudes. You, Noah and Nick are about it. Anyway, we can always eat later. I
so much want to hug you and squeeze you and hold you oh-so
tight. Mmmmm. Suck on your ears, maybe, or lick you all over like a
Popsicle! Let's see, I think you'd be banana flavor. I love banana
Popsicles. They're so much better than plain old cherry or grape. Oh,
yeah. I'd eat you up right here if I could. Like fresh sushi! You'd be a
Tiger Roll. Oh, oh, oh, I really have it now, you'd be a Californication
Roll." Dane laughed and Tyne rolled his eyes but before he could say
anything, Dane went on, "No, wait! You're not sushi, you're a peach. Yeah -
a peach! That's it, exactly! You're like a soft, fuzzy, but not hairy,
peach. Ripe and fresh off the tree. Yum! So, um, golden with a blush of
pink, and juicy, tangy and sensual," Dane said making a slurping sound
accompanied by a blatant little leer. "I don't think I've told you today
how much I like you. You're so damn hot, cutie."

	"God, Dane. You did say that - like half a dozen times already!
You're so...so...shit, I don't know? Cool, I guess - and strange. Yeah!
That's it. You're definitely strangely cool! That's you. Brainaic meets
Blake Griffin's little Scottish step-bro minus all the money and the black
dad. Oh and yeah, minus the short, super curly hair. And I don't think he
talks as much as you do." They both busted up over the thought of that. "We
make a strangely cool pair," Tyne concluded.

	"That Griffin comparison doesn't work even though we both play
basketball. My hair is curly, but not that curly, and I don't want to cut
it, ever. Now that basketball season is over, I'm letting it grow. Besides,
I can barely dunk the ball and I'd never drive or even endorse a KIA."

	 "Awesome. You should grow your hair out. You'd look hot with
really long hair. But, yeah...anyway, I like you too," Tyne said shyly,
rearranging his junk nonchalantly around in his increasingly constricted
shorts. He definitely was turned on by the dark-red crowned boy, and the
thought of running his hands through those long curly locks really got him
hot. "You're cute in a kind of weird, crazy sorta way, if that makes any
sense. Way hotter than Griffin. And he's hot. Totally hot! But you're way
cute - in a good way, like I said, and I'm glad you're here with me. But,
um, so, I'm really rambling on here. I think maybe you're rubbing off on
me," Tyne said.  "As for making a big meal, unless you're really starving,
I'm not really all that hungry, at least for food, if you catch my drift,"
he added, giggling and slightly blushing from being so bold. "I'm hungry
for something else. I'd love to snack on that nice bottom lip of yours
while we lay by the fire." His nipples suddenly got hard, his butt clenched
and his dick twitched at the thought of all the things that he could do
with Dane. The hot basketball jock was sizzling, and he wanted to get some
of the things that Val could never deliver. Never could and never
would. Noah was right, he couldn't pass up on this hot, willing jock hoping
for some ridiculous shot at Val. It was time to not just follow his heart
but also use his head.

	"Oh, yeah! Fire it up," Dane said, pointing to the fireplace and
surprisingly at a loss for words. That was the shortest batch of words that
he had ever spoken to Tyne without being interrupted.

	Tyne went into the living room, followed by Dane, and turned on the
gas log fireplace, making sure it was on high since it was a little chilly
inside the house. Then he went into the linen closet down the hall and
pulled out a couple odd old quilts that his mom had collected, vintage,
collectible ones, and spread them out on the floor in front of the glowing
fireplace. He knew that these weren't her favorites, since she kept the
best ones upstairs in her armoire, or on her big, four-poster bed, so if
these got dirty, he didn't really care all that much. He'd just shove them
in the washer and she'd never even notice. Next, he hooked up his iPod to
the stereo and clicked on his favorite sexy jazz mix, like Luther, and
Marvin. This was his dad's favorite music genre and he'd hooked Tyne on
it. Tyne found it soothing and comforting to listen to and he wanted it to
be the romantic background to whatever he ended up doing with Dane. Maybe
some R. Kelly and a few jazz instrumentals by Pat Metheny thrown in to set
the mood. Then he pulled all of the fluffy throw-pillows that his mom had
scattered around the living room on top of the pile of quilts. It made a
luxuriously soft, comfy, cotton pile in front of the fireplace that looked
sorta like an Amish bordello had crashed into a generic tract house in
Hartsdale. If there was such a thing. He just hoped Dane would like it.

	Apparently he did, because he was the first to settle down and get
all comfortable, spreading his legs out in the soft pile of multi-colored
pillows and quilts, shucking off his dress shoes and black socks and
sprawling all over the soft fabric. Then, after a minute, he rolled over on
his stomach and looked all around for Tyne. Once spotting him, he locked
eyes firmly on his new friend, slammed his palm down hard on the floor a
couple times emphatically indicating Tyne should come sit next to
him. Right! Freaking! Now!

	Catching his drift, Tyne finally stopped stalling around in the
living room and after turning off all of the lights and fiddling with the
stereo one last time, he nervously sat down next to Dane. Close, but not
that close. His stomach was in knots. He was nervous and excited and
uncertain what to say. He hoped Val was home asleep dreaming of his
precious Sylvia. "How's your ankle feeling? I saw you come down on it
pretty hard at the game today," he asked timidly unsure of what he should
talk about in a situation like this. He'd never entertained a boy in his
house like this before, and he was jumpy and suddenly itchy all over. Now
that it was coming right down to it, he was horribly hot, horny and
frightened all at the same time. What a mix.

	"It's still a little sore. But it's not that bad. I'll live. Part
of the perils of playing basketball, you know? You have to play through the
pain sometimes. It's part of the risk of being in the game and if you get
hurt, you just suck it up and move on."

	"Impressive. Sort of like Val did when he smashed his head on the
floor during that last league game he played in." As soon as he said that,
he realized how stupid it was to bring Val up and kill the moment for
Dane. He could see a look of confusion on Dane's face how to react to that
comment so Tyne quickly added, "I bet you're just being brave. I bet your
ankle still hurts, doesn't it?"

	"A little bit. Umm... maybe you could rub it out for me? Make it
all better?" he asked with a sly smile. "The weird sports trainer does that
sometimes for us before he wraps it, but he's not all sexy and hot like you
are. Actually, he's gross and old, and he has hair coming out his
ears. I've seen him have guys take off their game shorts to give a full
body massage before. Just being in underwear or jocks while on the training
table seems kinda weird. Creeps me out, you know? I'd never let him do it."

	"Seriously? I wouldn't want an old guy like that touching me
either. What a freak. But sure, I could rub your ankle if you want me to. I
won't do anything that you don't want me to or that hurts. And just so you
know, I'm pretty sure I don't have hair growing out my ears. Plus, I've
been told I give amazing back rubs too."

	"Cool! Let me check your ears." Dane propped himself up on his
elbows and cocked his head from side to side inspecting Tyne's ears. "Nope,
none there so I'll take the full body rub treatment."

	Tyne burst into a smile. "Cool. I so wanna do this right. Be right
back." Tyne quickly stood up and went running down the hall again and on
into the guest bathroom this time where he picked up a bottle of Lavender
Splendor lotion and a couple of clean, cobalt blue towels. He turned and
looked into the big bathroom mirror and said to himself, "I can do this, I
can do this." He stuffed his face closer in the mirror to check his teeth
then huffed into his hand to check for bad breath. A few seconds later,
with everything clean and good, he rounded the hall and got back to the
living room, and saw that Dane had already stripped off most of his
clothes, only leaving on his tight, black boxer briefs that he always
wore. "You don't waste any time, do you?" Tyne asked.

	"Well, if you're gonna give me a backrub, you gotta do it
right. You certainly can't do a good job rubbing it through my shirt, now
can you? It'd get all gooey and wet. My mom might get the wrong idea when
she does my laundry?" He gave a wry smile.

	"You don't do your own laundry? You're spoiled, dude, spoiled
rotten. But I guess you're right," Tyne said, looking down at Dane's hard
yummy body and instantly popping some serious wood. From the looks of
Dane's tight briefs, he saw that he was pretty hard as well, his dick
pointing up to the north-west - just below his rippled six-pack, white and
gleaming in the low-glow of the fire light.

	"I might as well get comfortable, too." Tyne said suddenly with an
excited chirp, leering at the hot stud laying there in the dark, cozy
room. Tyne kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks and everything else
but his shorts and tossed them all on the couch in a big heap. When he was
done stripping, he had to pull out the elastic top of his shorts and
underwear so he could rearrange his rock-hard, little boner up towards his
belly button. Then, since Dane had slid down out of his sitting position
and sprawled out after watching Tyne get undressed, Tyne got down on his
knees at Dane's feet and asked him which ankle was hurting.

	"The right one. But you know, now that I think about it, I hurt all
over. Everywhere. My whole body aches. I'm sooooo sore. Ouch it hurts. You
might have to give me a full body massage," he said, whining, and pushing
loose strands of his copper-colored hair back off his forehead with his
thumb, then sitting up on his elbows to look at Tyne and give him another
one of his toothy grins. He looked pathetic, but oh, so fucking hot!

	"Wouldn't you just like that? Hmm...we'll...you'll just have to
wait and see what happens," Tyne said. Secretly he was totally excited to
get to rub his hands all over this hot jock's hard, almost naked body. All!
Fucking! Over! He'd have to find a second, later on, to text a report to
Noah. He gingerly picked up Dane's right foot and examined it, twisting it
back and forth, squeezing his tight, hard ankle all up and around. It
wasn't at all swollen, and Dane didn't even flinch when he squeezed it
really hard with his fingers. He was pretty sure Dane was going for the
sympathy vote. Then, playfully, he said, "It doesn't look all that bad to
me. Maybe I should just kiss it first to make your boo-boo go away, little
boy." He leaned in and put the ankle on his shoulder, then balling up his
fists and grinding them into both eyes so Dane could see, he cried,
"Wa-wa!" That made Dane laugh out loud.

	"Yeah, that's exactly what it needs," he whispered, and laid his
head back down. "Kiss it, cutie," he mumbled, "make the boo-boo go away."

	"You're going to be a great role model for the chicklets," Tyne
deadpanned. Then he puckered up, after feigning off a smile, lifted the
ankle off his shoulder and plastered it with tons of wet, slurpy, sloppy
kisses, hocking up loads of saliva, tonguing his ankle, foot and leg and
making Dane laugh and roll around like crazy, especially when he nibbled on
the bottom of his wide foot and super long toes. "Stop that, T-Bone! It
tickles. You're getting it too gooey! Ick! Tyne! Stop it. Don't spit on
me. It's running down my leg! I'm warning you!" But Tyne didn't stop.

	Finally, when Dane was squirming all over and Tyne couldn't hold on
anymore, he started to laugh too, then stopped rubbing and licking and
said, "Oh, the big jock can't handle it? What a girl! You gonna cry out for
your mommy? Or piss all over the floor?" Tyne asked between laughs. "You're
such a puss. Besides, mommy's not here to rescue you."

	"I'll mommy you in a minute. Get off my foot."

	"Oh, all right, you big goofy baby. Settle down big boy. Roll over
on your stomach. Mind the boner!" he added in a fake English accent.

	"Fuck you. I will on one condition. Give me a kiss first." Tyne
didn't reply, but instead slowly crawled up, leaned down and dove face
first into Dane's almost-naked body, pressing both their crotches and lips
hard against each other like Crazy Glue. Lips fought, tongues dueled and
when they finally came up for air, they were both rock hard and
throbbing. Their cocks had clashed and pre-cum was dripping out the tips of
both their stone-hard dicks like fire hoses, making wet patches in both of
their underwear. Tyne and Dane had gone from zero to 100 in like 5.2
seconds, just like a Maserati.

	"Oh, my, god, Tyne. You get me so hot! When's your mom coming
home?" Dane asked breathlessly. "I don't want her to catch us if we're,
like, um, copuler." (Screwing.)

	"Merde! (Shit!) The big hot jock is teasing me with his vast
knowledge of the French language. I'm so impressed - not! Just 'cause
you're in AP classes like me doesn't mean horse-fucking-merde," Tyne
laughed. "Don't go down that road with me or je vais vous foutre en l'air
mec, monsieur." (I'll fuck you up, dude.)

	"In your dreams, cutie, dans vos reves." (In your dreams.)

	"Seriously? Mangez la merde et mourir. (Eat shit and die.) But
enough already! She won't be home for a few hours yet, close to two in the
morning probably. Plenty of time for me to get your pussy rocks off, if
that's what you're worried about."

	"Oh my god! You so wish. Bring it, dude, bring it on, you cunt!"

	"What?!" Tyne yelled, letting go of Dane in mock disgust. "I can't
believe you just said the 'C' word. Didn't your mom teach you better than
that? Or even your big sister? Sheesh. What are the chicklets gonna say
when you talk with that potty mouth like that? That's so unacceptable for a
boy of your caliber." Then, after a second to catch his breath, he said,
"Roll over, you nasty boy! Now you're gonna hafta be punished." Dane did as
he was told, after he said he was sorry, like for the thousandth time and
completely unsure if Tyne was being serious or not. Tyne straddled Dane and
settled down on his lower back. Then Tyne scooted down a little bit more
and slapped Dane's muscular ass, really hard, two or three times.

	"Hey! I told you I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," he said
quietly.

	"Okay. I believe you. No worries. Just making sure. Wanted to press
that point home. Just don't go saying that at school tomorrow. Noah learned
that the hard way one time when we were freshman and he said that word to a
girl. Got his ass kicked by a teeny little Goth girl and some of her
friends. She was a senior with height issues. She stood over him with her
skinny-ass little foot on top of his wiggly buns. He went down, down to the
ground hard. He was so embarrassed he practically peed his pants. Then he
ran away home and didn't talk to anybody for two weeks. I finally had to
coax him back into reality."

	"You're a good friend. That's why I like you so much. You're real,"
Dane said quietly. "A real dude."

	"Um, I guess." It felt really good sitting there on top of this hot
jock, the both of them almost, but not quite, completely naked. He shook
his head, clearing his thoughts and getting back into the moment, then
squirted some of the goopy liquid out of the bottle into his palms. Tyne
rubbed them together to make it nice and warm so Dane wouldn't jump, then
mashed them down, really hard on the hot jock's pearly-white flesh of his
lightly-freckled shoulders. He massaged the lotion deep into the jock's
heavy muscles, working up quite a sweat. Dane didn't say much, except for
some oohs and ahh's and quite a few "oh, my, god's." Tyne just ignored him,
and instead concentrated on massaging over the few dark brown freckles on
his hard, broad shoulders with just his fingertips, like he was connecting
the stars in the Milky Way.

	Tyne rubbed some more of the warm, perfumed lotion deep into Dane's
firm back for a few minutes, eliciting even louder oohs and ahh's from the
prone teen. When the cream dried out, Tyne squirted some more liquid goo
out of the bottle and, after rubbing his palms together once more to make
it nice and toasty, he scooted his butt back around and down so that he was
sitting directly on top of Dane's tight ass cheeks. His dick twitched when
he realized where he was sitting, which made him giddy with excitement - no
- it was total horniness. He plopped his hands down onto Dane's tight lower
back, just above his ass, working the lower back muscles hard and fast,
pressing into his white, virgin meat. It seemed to Tyne that Dane had
turned into a deep, cold-water, ocean squid all of a sudden - all soft and
fleshy - he was that relaxed. Dane's back was ripped, all muscular and taut
from playing sports. Two deep dimples just above his ass, right and left of
his spine, cried out for some serious attention. Tyne was in a gay boy's
heaven, his hands soft and fiery at the same time, like an extension of his
boner.

	"How come you don't have much hair?" Tyne mumbled hoarsely after a
few minutes of quietly rubbing, bringing Dane out of his horny
slumber. Tyne remembered that Val had a few stray hairs on his back leading
down into his comical boxers and covering his ass, and in some other
strange places too.

	"Because I'm Scottish. That's why. Is it a big deal for you?"

	"Oh, hell, no! I like smooth dudes. It's way sexy. Just don't ever
go and get all tatted up like your NBA heroes. When you're eighty, you'll
look stupid. Saggy flesh, goofy tat's that won't be interesting. I bet it
will be passe in a few years but then you'll be stuck with them. I'm not
gonna do that to my body."

	"Awesome, cutie. I hear you. No tats for me either. Those things
last forever. And hair just takes up space, if you know what I mean, and
gets in the way of things like hot ass massages."

	"No shit. But take that up with Noah. He shaved off everything but
the hair on his head. He's looks like a ten-year old with nipple and
scrotum rings. But being shaved like that makes his dick and balls look way
bigger. It's actually kinda cool, in a weird way, with his piercings down
there. My guess is that Nick will be shaved pretty soon now that basketball
season is over, if Noah has his way. And tat's all over both of them once
they graduate."

	"Cool that, I guess. Nick is one lucky guy. But clean skin is
money. Sexy. Speaking of Nick, too bad it took him so long to come out and
get down with a dude. But then, it took me a while, too. But you know, I
never faked it by doing girls the way he did. At least I'm honest with
myself.  Oh god! That feels so good. Please, please don't stop doing that,
T-Bone. If you keep doing that I'll love you forever and never leave. Your
mother will have to adopt me. "

	Tyne had been massaging all over Dane's lower back, digging his
thumbs deep into his friend's flesh, way down low just above where his
meaty butt cheeks ascended, pushing his thumbs into both sides of Dane's
spine, and into those two deep divots. But then he got a little
crazy. Sliding back and sitting on top of Dane's upper thighs, he started
to swirl his palms and fingers in wide circles down even lower, slipping
his fingers underneath the top of the elastic band of Dane's black, sexy
shorts, pressing deep into the tops of his firm, muscular buns.

	"Oh, God, Tyne! Tyne, please don't stop doing that," Dane cried
out. "Please! Don't stop! That feels so fuckin' good. Nobody has ever
touched me there on my ass like that before! It feels so goooood!"

	Tyne took a second to lather up his hands once again, and then
scooted back down even lower and positioned himself onto Dane's tight
calf's, and started to rub up the back of his meaty thighs, sometimes
underneath the lower hem of his boxers up to where his butt met his
legs. Going higher each time, he squeezed and pressed into the hard butt
flesh, making Dane wail out loud. Then, Tyne swallowed hard and willed his
heart to stop racing, as he said, "Lift up. I gotta take your boxers off if
I'm going to do this right."

	Dane didn't say a word - he just shuddered, lifted up his ass,
hooked his thumbs under the elastic band of his silky black boxers and
pushed them way down over his meaty thighs as far as he could, exposing his
big, beefy, snow white buns. Before he lay back down, Dane reached
underneath and adjusted his hot, throbbing dick and pulled it straight up,
then pressed it comfortably under his body on the soft, cotton quilt. Tyne
took over then, and pulled Dane's boxers all the way off, down his strong
legs and over his big, flat feet. He threw them over his shoulder onto the
couch, after taking a quick, sneaky sniff of the crotch. Looking back down,
there was Dane, naked to the world but only for Tyne to see. What a
beautiful, hot, sexy sight! Virgin, pearly-white boy flesh shaped and
chiseled by his athletic efforts into a mythical Greek God hewn from virgin
white marble. The dinner of gay Champions everywhere! The sight of that
naked teen meat made Tyne's dick twitch with the likes of horniness he'd
never experienced. His smallish dick was swollen beyond capacity and was as
hard as solid marble. He'd never been so hard. Well, not since messing
around with Val in the hot spring.

	Since Tyne was halfway standing up, on his knees, and since it
would be rude to be the only one wearing clothes, he quickly shimmied and
rolled over on his back and shucked out of his shorts and briefs, then
settled back down on top of Dane, completely naked like Dane was. The red
tip of his hard, little dick landed directly on top of where Dane's butt
crack ended and his muscular legs began. That gave Tyne a crazy thought,
and he wondered what it would feel like to shove his dick deep into Dane's
fleshy ass, riding him like a race horse at the Kentucky Derby. He quickly
shook his head, wiping the thought from his mind. He wasn't ready for that
kind of stuff - yet. He had to get control of himself. He started to panic
about how far he had gone already. Doubts flooded over him and guilt. Guilt
for taking this so far with Dane while he was still thinking about Val. He
knew he wanted to go all the way, he really did want to go there, but only
when the time was right. Absolutely right. So not tonight. But maybe
soon. Really soon. "Follow your heart, but use your head," rang in his
mind's ear.

	"Oh, hey," he quipped, lightening the mood. "You're naked. My gosh,
how did that happen?"

	"I don't know," Dane said thoughtfully. "I think some high school
brainaic went wild and just stripped me nude. Maybe he wants to take me to
show and tell for his anatomy lecture. But it's all cool. I like to be
bare-ass naked. At least when I'm in good hands and amongst friends. You
gonna give my ass a good rubbing? I sure hope so. God, Tyne, you weren't
messing with me, you really are good at this massage thing. I could ..."

	"Oh, hell yeah I am good!" Tyne said to cut him off.  "Just lay
there and shut the fuck up. We're gonna skip the anatomy lecture and just
head straight to the lab work. I'm gonna make you feel so good, good like
you've never ever imagined." Tyne lathered up one more time, and then
plopped his palms hard onto Dane's exposed, creamy, butt cheeks, slapping
and pinching each one lightly, letting out a giddy little laugh when his
fingers left tiny, light little pink marks all over the pale buns. He was
totally excited to be the one in charge for a change. It helped suppress
his doubts and guilt. Then, he commenced to rub, squeeze, manipulate, prod
and buff the hot, white mounds of teen flesh. He dug his fingers deep into
Dane's steaming hot buns, kneading and fawning over the untouched rump
roast for the very first time, ever. He was woozy with excitement, crazed
with lust, and giddy with delight. Looking down and seeing what he was
doing to this hot, teenage jock, no questions asked, caused him to shiver
and shake with incredible anticipation. His little dick was leaking and
drops of warm cum slipped down his inflamed shaft.

	Dane was going wild too. He was so caught up in the experience that
he was totally speechless, which for Dane was unheard of. He just moaned
and groaned and squirmed like a happy seal on a slimy, moss-laden rock near
a sunny beach, with little grunion jumping out of the sea and into his
toothy mouth. Satiated and satisfied.

	Tyne kept rubbing all over the big white globes, sinking his
fingers deep into the slippery skin softened with the lavender smelling
lotion. He'd make firm, deliberate, circular swoops with his palms, from
the top of Dane's puckered cheeks, down low all the way to where his fleshy
ass disappeared to meet his strong, hard legs. He'd place his palms flat on
Dane's buns and just work his thumbs and fingers deep into the hard
flesh. Dane just continuously sighed with overwhelming satisfaction,
completely at a loss for words and unable to do more than squirm a
little. Every so often, Tyne would grab a fleshy cheek in each hand and
spread the globes apart, getting a fast glimpse of Dane's treasured,
hairless, virgin rosebud. But Tyne was sorta nervous to brush against the
wrinkly dark-rose entrance, even though he so much wanted to do so. It
looked so hot and inviting, and he really wanted to explore it further. So
he thought about it for a minute and then said fuck it, threw caution to
the wind and went for it.

	Casually at first, he ran his slippery thumbs up the top part of
Dane's crack, his rock-hard little boner twitching like crazy, dripping
some cock-goo on top of Dane's thighs. Dane didn't seem to mind, and in
fact, seemed to love it since every time Tyne leaked a bit, Dane felt the
hot gooey liquid land on his legs and he'd let out a high-pitched moan and
shove his ass up to meet Tyne's hands. Tyne rubbed along Dane's crack and
every so often slipped over his back-end door with his thumbs. Just ever so
lightly, over the wrinkly entrance. Tyne thought doing this would be
freaky, but in fact, every time he ran his fingers over the jock's hot
hole, he shuddered with excitement. And Dane seemed to dig it, too,
reacting with another moan and grinding his crotch into the soft quilt.

	Then suddenly, without any warning, Dane said breathlessly, "Stop!
It's your turn. Let me do you. I gotta get up."

	"Oh, okay. Did I hurt you?

	"Dude, no way!" Dane said, pushing up and moving around on his
hands and knees, flipping Tyne backwards onto his ass. "I was about to blow
my load all over the place, hands free even. I'm not ready to do that yet."

	"Gotcha," Tyne said. He was pretty close to the brink, too, but
saddened he couldn't explore Dane's butt and that special secret place any
further. He really liked digging into the jock's butt and tempting himself
with the pucker hole.

	"Man, your dick is as stiff as mine is," Dane said, after spying
Tyne's rock-hard bobbing boner. "Let's switch places. Lay down and I'll rub
your back. Just don't shoot - let's do that together, okay?"

	"Oh...uh...yeah! That sounds cool. I'll do my best at least. I'm
pretty horned up." Secretly, Tyne was thrilled. But he was kind of
embarrassed about being rock-hard in front of Dane too for some
reason. He'd only showed off his boner in front of Val a couple times
before, and Val seemed to really like it. He wondered what Dane thought of
his dick. Then he had a weird thought and worried that it was too
small. "Do you think my dick's too small?" he worried out loud. But that
thought was quickly answered.

	"Oh, no, T-Dog. Your boner's cute. And I dug it when it leaked out
all over my legs. That was way hot! Like hot lava erupting from Mount von
Tynesdale."

	"Funny, Dane, real funny." Tyne turned around real fast and dove
head-first onto the puffy pile of old quilts because he was so conflicted
and wanted to cover up his boner. He was embarrassed and ecstatic,
light-headed, mellow but giddy with added horniness all thrown together in
a sexual cocktail. Shaken, but not stirred. What a mix!

	"I'm totally serious, dude. Don't put yourself down, cutie. That
was freaking awesome. And you are too, Tyne. I love the looks of your
dick. It's perfectly proportioned and bite sized. More than a mouthful is
just a waste, right?"

	"Thanks, Dane. Well, it's all your fault. You got me all horny," he
said out of the side of his mouth into the big fluffy feathered
pillow. Just like Dane had done earlier, Tyne settled down onto the floor
and had to reach down and rearrange his hard stick-like boner so it didn't
get bent, bruised or busted. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed, somewhat,
and waited for Dane to do his magic to his naked, exposed flesh. Just the
mere thought of the hot, naked jock on top of him doing sexy things with
his big hands to his equally bare naked body made him quiver with
eagerness, and his compact dick pulsed with anticipation. He took a fast,
really deep breath and tried to center himself like he'd been taught to do
in karate class. That seemed to help - but only just a little. He was in
the land of Hornyville, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.

	Without warning, Dane plopped down on top of Tyne's ass, settling
hard on top of his cute, meaty butt cheeks and lathered up his dry hands,
then reached down and started to rub his palms and fingers up into Tyne's
tight shoulders. Tyne felt Dane's scrunched up balls pressing into his bare
ass cheeks and it made him shiver with excitement. Tyne's shoulders weren't
as big and burly as Dane's were, of course, but Tyne had some good
definition from his years doing Karate. Plus, to Dane's delight, Tyne's
skin was a light coffee color, nary a freckle or imperfection anywhere to
be seen. Dane loved it, and his exposed dick, already hard with a mind of
its own, twitched right and left over the top of Tyne's naked body. He
swore to himself right then and there that he was going to make Tyne feel
just as good as Tyne had made him feel earlier.

	Changing gears, and trying to get his mind off of the 'almost' sex
he was having and trying to get control over his pending orgasm, Dane asked
Tyne what song was playing on the sound system. He'd heard a few songs from
Tyne's 'make out mix' earlier, some were good but nothing registered like
the one that was playing then. It was a strange, guitar instrumental,
making him happy, horny and giddy all at the same time, if that was even
possible. Kind of like he was naked and soaring high over the Na Pali
cliffs of Kauai, searching for Tyne on some remote and isolated sandy beach
down below the high cliffs where Tyne was waiting, just as naked as he
was. Someplace where they could kiss and make-out passionately and then
share that most intimate of connection between them. Anyway, Dane was used
to his dad's 70's rock music, and of course, the current songs they played
on K-JAC FM, broadcast from the top of Hartsdale City Hall where everything
was rap and hoe's and nothing sexy like this song. Maybe because he was
naked and in touch with another naked guy, naked skin to naked skin, he was
on sensory overload all of a sudden and propelled deeply into his other
senses.

	"It's Facing West, by Pat Metheny" Tyne said, waking him out of his
own personal fantasy. "He has all of these great guitars. There are
synthesizer ones, acoustic ones, even guitars that he made himself. Shit!
He even has his own guitar roadie. Like Eddie Van Halen. His songs either
get me really, really horny or so completely, undeniably sad. He's great
though. You should hear 'First Circle' or 'It's For You' with his partner
Lyle Mays. It's like crazy sex on top of a guitar covered with whipped
cream and a cherry - right there on the stage in front of everybody for
everybody to slurp up! I was lucky that my dad took me to see him one time
at The Amphitheater over there in Chimney Beach at the lake a few years
back. You either love it or hate it. I love it. Noah calls it jack off
music, but he has no taste and talks out his ass all the time. Anyway, Pat
Metheny doesn't get as much attention as he should since he doesn't sing."
The music conversation served them both well and curbed the immediate risk
of cumming prematurely.

	"Awesome. I totally dig it. It's way hot, and I'm way horny." He
was completely boned up, hard as a fuckin' brick, and he could hardly
contain himself even after the small distraction. So he took a deep breath
that rattled throughout his body and then, once he got it together, he
poured the silky, thin lotion on top of the smaller boy, straight from the
bottle, forgetting to warm it up first. But it didn't seem to matter so
much to Tyne since he was so hot, he just moaned with pleasure as it
splattered all over his back, shockingly cool. Putting the bottle down to
the side, Dane reached out and rubbed the oil all over, just like Tyne had
done to him, and worked it hard into his neck and shoulders, up and down
and all around. After he got the upper muscles around his shoulders all
relaxed, he squirted another gob onto his lower back, squirted a little on
his own hard, bouncing cock, and rubbed another squirt onto Tyne's flesh
like there was no tomorrow. Every time he reached down onto Tyne, his hard
dick rubbed on Tyne's tight, slick little back, sending shivers of delight
through Dane's body. He had to fight to compose himself because he was
getting so turned on. He had never thought of doing this kind of thing with
another guy. He had always thought when he'd meet another gay guy they'd go
straight to fourth base like on the internet porno's he'd seen. Kiss a
couple times, tear off the clothes and shove it up the butt and all that -
none of the lead up to getting screwed kinda stuff. But this seemed so much
better! Slow. Hot. Sensual and sexy.

	Shaking his head quickly, that thought reminded him that he was
still interested in Tyne's fleshy butt, so he scooted back a little on top
Tyne's legs and squirted out some more lotion onto his fleshy butt
cheeks. He drizzled even more of the liquid onto Tyne's cheeks, making sure
it ran down the crack of his ass. He shot out another short squirt onto his
own rock-hard dick, which was lying on top of Tyne's crack. Tyne didn't
complain, and instead, just sigh and moaned with pleasure enjoying the
erotic feeling of a hot thick dick pressed against him.

	"That feel good?" Dane croaked out as he leaned down and nuzzled
hoarsely into Tyne's left ear. He'd bent down further and pressed his buff
chest onto Tyne's prone back, lips exotically close to Tyne's earlobe, his
hard cock slipping seamlessly between Tyne's taut butt cheeks.

	"Oh, my god, Val, yessss," Tyne moaned quietly into the
pillow. Suddenly, Dane pushed himself up and off Tyne. He rose up and
dismounted, kneeling next to Tyne. Tyne was startled from his daze and
twisted to look at Dane in confusion. "What's wrong? Did you cum?"

	"No. Did you?"

	"No. I need to soon, though."

	"You don't know? Do you?" Dane asked.

	"Know what? What are you talking about, Dane? What's wrong?"

	Dane smiled through his frustration and said unconvincingly,
"Nothing. Forget it. It was nothing. Lay back down."

	Dane squirmed around a little, then slowly leaned back up and
rubbed all around Tyne's butt, spreading his tight cheeks and getting a
glimpse of Tyne's little hole, just like Tyne had done to him. He slipped a
finger over it and pressed. The knuckle started to disappear but Tyne
clenched up.
       "
	If you're prepping me to have full on sex, I'm not ready for that
just yet. Okay?"

	Dane hadn't been prepping for anything, but he got the message. Not
yet and maybe not him. He climbed back over Tyne and backed down on Tyne's
thighs and said, huskily, "Dude. Roll over. I need to massage your chest."

	Tyne did, slowly, which was fairly easy because they were both so
oily. And strangely, he wasn't even embarrassed that he was sporting the
hardest boner of his life. Once he got fully turned around under Dane, he
looked up into the eyes of the copper-headed boy. He had a huge grin on his
face, and Tyne couldn't help but smile back.

	"Close your eyes, T-Dog. Just enjoy the sensation."

	"K."

	Dane pointed the bottle of lotion directly at Tyne's chest and
squirted out a stream of the liquid, starting at his pec's and working it
slowly down in an S shape towards Tyne's groin. Then Dane squirted some on
his own hard boner and then dropped the bottle and scooted up so that both
boys' hard dicks were pressing on top of each other.

	"Oh, Dane, that feels so hot!"

	"I know cutie, I know. Just lay there and let me do my magic. I
desperately need to cum with you."

	Dane reached down and started working the lotion into Tyne's upper
body. When he got down to Tyne's nickle-sized brown nipples he paid special
attention to getting them good and lubricated, and then took his time
lightly pinching and squeezing them. That made Tyne go crazy and he started
to moan and roll around some. "Stop that! It feels weird."

	Dane didn't say anything, and instead started rubbing Tyne's chest
and stomach, making slow, strong arcs with the palms of his hands and
barely pushing his fingers into the warm skin. He'd swirl all around,
sometimes slowly and sometimes quicker. He'd rub up high and then pull both
hands down the sides of Tyne's ribcage, teasing him. Tyne just moaned with
pleasure.

	Spreading a bit more lotion into his hands, he went back to work on
Tyne's naked body, slowly rubbing lower and lower until finally, after
about five minutes, he could take no more. He leaned back a little bit,
then reached down and took both of their throbbing hot rods into each of
his hands. Dane knew that he was close and he figured that Tyne was too, so
he just lightly touched the pulsating shafts, rubbing the meaty flesh in
the palms of his hands.

	"Dane, I'm gonna blow if you don't stop that!" Tyne cried out.

	"Yeah, me too," he said, but instead of continuing to get them off,
he let go of both cocks and leaned all the way down so that he was fully on
top of Tyne. Dane stretched his strong legs out and balanced on his
toes. Then, looking deeply into Tyne's blue-green eyes one last time, he
settled his lips down onto Tyne's and started to kiss the smaller boy with
reckless abandon. Tyne didn't put up any sort of resistance, and instead,
kissed back with identical force in a crazed sexual torrent.

	Dane really started to slide up and down on top of Tyne now,
grinding his hard cock deliberately onto Tyne's equally hard and throbbing
cock. The sensation was phenomenal! Both boys were sweating now, releasing
their unique musk as their bodies were trying to melt into one. Tyne was
matching Dane's thrusts, but he was finding it hard to concentrate on
Dane's sweet lips and tongue as he did so. Just as he was going to pull
away, Dane made the decision for him and pressed his head down next to
Tyne. Now they were fully entwined on top of one another - head to head and
toe to toe. Tyne grabbed handfuls of Dane's firm ass cheeks and pulled him
into his humping crotch.

	Dane kept up the pace of grinding his hard cock onto Tyne while
Tyne reciprocated by pushing his own hard cock up and into Dane's
body. Soon, they found a great rhythm and were really relentless in their
lust for each other. Tyne wrapped his arms around Dane's back to pull him
even closer, if that was even possible. Then Dane started to groan into
Tyne's ear, softly at first, but that was the final straw that Tyne needed
to set him off.

	Toes curled, fingers balled up, both boys let out loud moans of
pleasure. Scrotum's pulled up tight and cocks blasted out shot after shot
of that delicious hot boy batter. Dane shot the first volley of hot cum
between their silky smooth stomachs, but Tyne was a very close second. Two,
three, four and five good-sized loads were released and when no more sperm
was forthcoming, the boys continued to grind into each other until the
shared high was over.

	When their breathing had resumed to normal, Dane rolled over and
off of Tyne, and then scooted around and pulled Tyne into him so that they
were spooning. He reached out and pulled up a loose part of the quilt so
that it was covering both of them, wrapped his strong arms back around
Tyne's chest, pulled him in tight and both boys fell asleep almost
instantly. The next morning when Tyne woke at his usual hour to get ready
for school, he found himself cuddled up naked against Dane's warm body. A
large quilt had been draped over them both and Tyne realized his mother
knew. He woke Dane and they showered together. They each threw down a bowl
of cereal and Tyne reluctantly woke his mom for a ride. She was polite and
didn't say anything about what she'd discovered. The conversation was
strained because of the perceived embarrassment. As Tyne leaned over the
console to kiss his mom's cheek after Dane climbed out of the back seat,
his mom hushed his mumbled apology and simply said, "I love you Tyne.  Just
be safe, okay?" Tyne smiled and assured her he always would be.
                                      **##**

	Friday morning after the game, Val hated even the very idea of
going to school. Still, he knew he had to go. He felt like he'd let both
the team and the school down by not being able to play. But even worse than
that, he didn't want to face Tyne and think about him and Dane being
together. He knew it would be awkward and it was in fact really
awkward. All day long, as the clock slowly ticked by, he felt more and more
listless and frustrated. His emotions balled up inside him and began
rolling downhill growing larger and larger like a snowball. At lunch, he
saw that Dane was sitting with Tyne and Noah over by the chess tables so
Val stayed inside with the rest of the basketball team. The group was
pretty quiet, still sucking on their loss and pissed at Tyrell's stupid
move. Tyrell hadn't come to school at all. It was sort of depressing and on
top of that, the day was overcast and grey, adding to the general feeling
of gloom.

	Later, in Contemporary Lifestyles class, Tyne and Val shared some
strained and uncomfortable conversation about the weather and then
conveniently drifted into a pretend interest in Ms. Harris's lecture. Val
desperately wanted to ask about Dane spending the night with Tyne, and what
exactly they did together, but at the same time he didn't really want to
hear it. As for Tyne, he felt uneasy about what he'd done with Dane and
where that relationship was headed while still fighting his overwhelming
feelings for Val. It made for an extremely uncomfortable situation for both
of them.

	After the bell, Tyne hung back after class to give Val a head start
and then once he was out of sight, Tyne wandered over to the gym
building. He walked through the gym and into the regular student locker
room. The coaching offices split the regular lockers from the nicer team
lockers. Nervously, Tyne knocked on Coach Carlson's door and was ushered
in. He was offered a seat and asked what it was he needed.

	"I think you know that I was with Val when he rolled his truck up
in the mountains a couple weeks ago, right?"

	"Yes. I knew it was you he was with. Everything all right?"

	"Well, I've been concerned about Val lately and I think he's kind
of depressed. I have an idea that might help him snap out of it."

	"Okay, that's a good thing. What's your idea and how does it
involve me?" Coach Carlson leaned back in his chair, offered a warm smile
and fiddled with a pencil.

	"Well, I found a place at The Commons that will let us hold a car
wash fundraiser and we would use the proceeds toward purchasing a
replacement truck for the one that got wrecked. The insurance isn't paying
very much on the wrecked one and even for an older truck we need more money
to help him replace it."

	"That's a nice gesture. So I still don't see what you want from
me."

	"Well, to hold the car wash we need a certificate of insurance from
a non-profit organization or The Commons management won't let us hold the
car wash on their property.  So I was hoping the basketball booster club
could help provide us with that."

	Coach leaned forward in his chair and set the pencil down. "I'm
afraid that's not possible, son. The school district monitors the booster
club activities very closely. A few years ago another coach used the money
for lap-dances at the downtown strip club, Skank-ees. After that got out,
every penny doled out has the utmost scrutiny." He fished around in a
drawer and pulled out a form that he slid over to Tyne. "This is the
request for a fundraiser and to get a certificate of insurance. As you can
see, it is very specific about the purpose and use of the funds. All the
funds would have to be deposited into the booster account and checks have
to be written by only authorized signers for approved expenses.  All of
that gets audited and helping buy a player a new truck wouldn't be an
acceptable use. I'm sorry. Your motives are admirable, but I can't help
you. How much do you need anyway?"

	"Probably eight or nine thousand dollars." The coach guffawed,
started to double over but then caught himself.

	"Sorry. It's just that I've run a lot of car washes for the booster
club and the absolute best one we ever held earned just over $1100."

	"Oh, that's all? That's like nothing. Okay, well thanks. I'll have
to think of something else."

	"Yeah, I'm afraid so, son. Good luck to you."

	"Thanks." Tyne left the office a bit dejected. Well, a lot
dejected. He walked out into the gym area and past most of the basketball
team. Since their season was over, they didn't have to practice during
sixth period anymore and most of them were just milling around in their
street clothes tossing basketballs randomly at the basket. Some, including
Dane, were in the bleachers getting a head start on their homework. Tyrell
was noticeably absent, which wasn't a big surprise. Val saw Tyne and called
out to him, but didn't make any effort to walk over and talk to him, since
he didn't have much to say.  Val's shout got Dane's attention and he put
his books down with a slam and trotted over. They bumped knuckles. Seeing
the two guys chatting together made Val jealous, so he quickly walked over,
out of curiosity, with his hands clenched tight in his pockets.

	"What are you doing here, T-dog?" Dane asked. "Looking for me,
cutie?" He whispered the last part, not wanting his teammates to overhear.

	"I was talking to Coach Carlson about an idea that I had to help
someone, but it's not going to work out."

	"That's too bad. What was your idea? I think you're amazing. You're
always thinking about things and looking for the right angle, always
wanting to help somebody out. No wonder you get such good grades. What are
you like a 4.4 now or something? Can you even go that high? Have you ever
had anything besides an A, like ever?" Dane asked all in one breath.

	"Uhh, it was nothing important. But yeah, I got a B once. Anyway,
it won't work out and it was kind of a naive idea so it's a little
embarrassing. I'd rather not talk about it. Anyway, I gotta get to
class. Later, k?"

	"Okay. See ya tonight, cutie. Around seven, and you have to wear a
shirt with a collar on it, remember?"

	Tyne looked embarrassed, purposely avoided looking at Val and said
softly and quickly, "Yeah, shirt, collar, seven, got it."

	"You and Tyne going somewhere tonight?" Val asked, as he approached
the two boys. He had heard just the tail end of their conversation and
wanted to know more.

	"Yeah, my dad's entered some of his old cars in a car show for this
weekend at the Hartsdale Country Club and Tyne's coming with us to go see
the show. It's at this fancy place so you have to kind of dress up for
it. Not like a suit and tie kind of thing or anything but just no jeans or
t-shirts, you know? You ever been to a car show? They're pretty cool. There
are some freakin' sweet rides there. You're into cars and trucks, right?"

	"Yeah. Have fun." Val turned and walked abruptly away back to the
group tossing up random shots at the basket. Dane shrugged and retreated to
his bleacher to resume his homework.  **##**

	Later, on the ride home, Noah sensed Tyne's mood and asked about
it. "What's going on now, pussycat?"

	"The car wash at King's gallery won't work out. It's history. The
booster club can't let us use their insurance and King said The Commons
won't let us do it without insurance and so we're screwed over. Why does
everything have to be so complicated?"

	"I know, T. It sucks royally. Poor King. He was so looking forward
to all that half-naked teen meat. I say we revert to plan B."

	"Which is?"

	"You become a male prostitute and let me pimp you out. We'll be
able to buy Val a new truck and replace my ride both in like a week or
two. Or maybe I could just fix this one up, like totally redo it from top
to bottom with pink leather seats, shag carpet, pearlescent paint job, and
a killer sound system. It could be sweet!"

	"How about doors that open and shut, an engine that doesn't send
out smoke signals every time you accelerate and sound like the high school
drum and bugle corps when it's running?"

	"Yeah, that too, of course."

	"Sorry to disappoint you, Noah, but this fine piece of ass isn't
for sale." Tyne lifted a cheek off the torn fabric of Noah's passenger seat
and slapped himself.

	"Okay, plan C then. We let Nick's rents put some heat on the
Channel Six News idiots and see if they can shake some cash out of the
money tree over there. I mean, why not?"

	"Okay. What would it really hurt? I guess we can try. Plus, now the
fucking insurance company is messing with Val and his dad, I guess. When I
went over and talked to his dad about the car wash idea, he was telling me
all about it. They're trying to get out of paying because of some kind of
off-road exclusion or some other bullshit. And if they do pay, they only
want to give them like $7,000 dollars on it total. Can you believe it? It's
all such a racket."

	"We'll sic Nicky's rents on that insurance bullshit,
too. Ka-ching!" he said, making a whipping motion with his hand.

	"You sure have a lot of confidence in Nick's parents. What's to say
they'll even care and want to be bothered?"

	"You forget Nicky and Val have been best buds forever - like when
they were in diapers or something.  His parents are actually pretty cool
and are totally connected. My god, the mayor practically calls Nick's mom
from the toilet before he takes a dump to make sure she's okay with
it. Doesn't want to get hemorrhoids or something. I swear to god, she runs
this fucking city."

	"Okay, well knock yourself out then."

	"I'm on it like glittered eyeliner on a drag queen." Then Noah
started pressing Tyne for details of his night with Dane, but Tyne just put
him off. Even though he'd planned on texting Noah about it while it was
happening, afterwards, he decided not to. Noah got in a funk over it and
started pouting. He hated not knowing intimate details about his best
friend and he especially hated it when Tyne wouldn't share the dirty,
down-low details. Finally, Tyne let it slip that he had another date with
Dane that night to go to a car show with Dane's family. That perked Noah
right back up and he started to offer outfit suggestions.

	"Shut the fuck up. I'm going to wear plain, beige colored khakis
and a blue, cotton, button down shirt. Nothing fancy, but I'll still fit
in."

	"OMG. Butter my buns and call me a biscuit. That is so, so not
sexy. Tyney, baby, get real. How are you ever gonna catch a man wearing
that slop? You'll look like you work at Best Buy."

	"I don't know, Noah, I just don't know. I can't figure out what the
best thing to do is or what I really want. Being with Dane is fun and
exciting and all, but I'm just not sure I want to start a real relationship
right now with him at this point in my life." He purposely left out that he
still couldn't get over his feelings for Val, in spite of knowing it was
pointless.

                                         **##**

	The dark abyss Val had wandered through after he got home from the
hospital gaped open its ugly jaws and swallowed him up again. The season
was over and there would be no more practices or games for distraction. Val
worried that he may never be able to play again and even though he had
enjoyed helping to coach, he knew that wasn't likely to be possible again
in the next season. It was a fluke because of his situation this season. He
started dwelling again on all the things he'd lost since the accident and
the heavy darkness overshadowed his normally cheerful countenance. He slept
in often and was belligerent about getting up for school or other
activities. His tardies had mounted to the point that Val was sentenced
twice to serving after school detentions, which didn't seem to even bother
him. He answered everyone's questions in short, abrupt and occasionally
rude quips and more and more people just started to avoid talking to him.

	When Tyne came over on Tuesday's and Thursday's it was exciting for
Val and he was honestly happy to see his friend. However, when he arrived
and actually sat down next to him to study, the guilt Val felt over the
recurring urges to grab Tyne and smother him with kisses ruined the
experience. Kissing was only part of what Val wanted to do with him. He
really wanted to strip him naked and press the flesh, living out his almost
daily bedtime fantasies. He desperately wanted to taste that tantalizing
little cock between his legs and suck on his nice balls. It was a near
obsession with him. Many a doodle rag was soaked in Val's cum during those
weeks with Tyne as the inspiration. Tyne held himself aloof in Val's
presence, making no overt attempts to entice Val, but there was still a
glint in those brilliant blue-green eyes and the lingering touches that
communicated the silent messages Val longed for. He still had feelings for
him. Val knew it, and knowing it made the situation even harder to deal
with.

	On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, Sylvia came by to study and
they continued attending the Wednesday night youth meetings at her
church. Val and his family also continued attending the Sunday church
services in spite of his dad's complaints. His mom had found friends there
and so they were going and that was that. Vi had no complaints since Vi and
Tim had become an item, officially going out together, and they always
ended the Wednesday night activity with a goodbye kiss. They held hands at
every opportunity and they talked on the phone every day. Tim invited Vi to
the spring dress-up dance at his school and she was so excited to go with
him. She jabbered on and on about it until Val got nauseous from hearing
it. Seeing them together and witnessing the innocent joy of puppy love
shared between the two pre-teens made Val a bit jealous of her.

	He still enjoyed Sylvia's company and he found her increasingly
attractive. She had truly blossomed into a lovely young woman and had
actually taken Noah up on his offer to help her do some shopping. To her
surprise, Noah jumped at the chance to help her and kept saying, 'Oh, Val
will like how you look in that,' whenever she tried things on that he'd
picked out for her. She dressed in style, though sufficiently modest to
please her father, and gained significant self confidence along with her
newfound beauty.  She initiated hand holding and begged kisses from Val at
every opportunity and he obliged her. He considered, more than once,
pursuing another chance to take her virginity.

	On the most recent Wednesday night outing, After Vi had gone
inside, Val hung back with Sylvia on the porch step. Sylvia pulled him in
close and engaged him in kissing and hugging. Val surrendered to his male
passions and got a little carried away, making out with her right there on
the doorstep. When he regained his senses, he had his tongue firmly stuffed
in Sylvia's mouth, dragging the tip of it across the roof of her mouth
while he had both hands roaming freely under her blouse, one in front and
one in back. He was passing the gay test and had his firm erection pressed
into her just above the hip. He stepped away, smoothed her blouse and
apologized. Sylvia told him there was nothing to apologize for. She loved
being with him. She confessed her love for him and willingness to share
"everything" he wanted together. Her intent was obvious and it left Val in
a serious quandary. After a last peck on the lips good night, he retreated
inside and off to his room where he pulled out the poem he'd written. He
read it over and over. That night his cum was spilt making imaginary love
to Sylvia and feeling guilty over it afterward.

	Val ruminated about Dane and Tyne spending more and more time
together and while he tried to pretend it didn't bother him, he felt the
jealous juices churning inside. Dane joined Noah and Tyne every day at
lunch and Val watched them as the three of them laughed and joked
together. They'd invited him a couple of times to sit with them, but he
felt like a fourth wheel. He wished he had second lunch with Sylvia so he
could sit with her instead. That would be so much less awkward. So he ended
up either sitting alone or with Evan and some of the other basketball guys,
even though he didn't feel like he fit in with them anymore
either. Eventually, he stopped going to lunch altogether and went to the
gym to shoot baskets by himself. More like, he went to the gym and missed
shooting baskets by himself. His depth perception had improved to a point
and then reached a plateau. He could get around fine and even drive again
now when he could borrow his mom's car, but hitting a basket from any
distance was definitely a hit and miss proposition. Even though he could
drive, not having his own set of wheels made his frustrations grow.

	On Saturday, two full weeks after the game, Val woke up to an empty
house. His mother had attempted to wake him earlier to go with them to Vi's
soccer tournament but he'd resisted. Not wanting to fight about it, they'd
left without him. Now he was feeling lonely and guilty for not supporting
Vi. Guilt was a close companion to depression. They went together like
peanut butter and jelly or, in his mind, like Val 'n Tyne. He got up and
pissed and then walked to the kitchen wearing just his Farticus boxers. He
toasted some strawberry Pop-Tarts and ate three bowls of Honey Nut
Cheerios. Val washed the bowl and looked out the window. He wandered out
back and picked up the dog's ball and tossed it around with Torque. He
repeated the process a dozen times but grew tired of it long before the dog
did. After the final toss, Val trotted around the corner next to his
wrecked truck to hide from Torque. He pulled the passenger side door open
and climbed in.

	Val reached under the dash and flipped the bypass switch he'd
installed so that the radio would play without the keys in the ignition. He
was pleased to find the battery good and the system still able to function,
albeit the bass from left rear speaker was messed up. While he was leaning
down to flip the bypass switch, he noticed something under the seat. He
reached under and pulled out one of Tyne's black ankle socks. He rubbed it
lightly between his thumb and forefinger. It made him reflect back on the
time at the lake and how much fun they had in the hot spring. He lifted it
to his nose and sniffed. It smelled dank and musty, like the rest of the
truck, only stronger. Val thought about lying naked together with Tyne
under the blanket as they'd snuggled to remain warm. Val remembered the
feeling of his erection pressed against Tyne's soft body and thought about
the times he'd brushed his hand over Tyne's stiff rod. Glancing around and
seeing no way of being detected, Val unbuttoned his fly and fished his
large trout from the flap. He rubbed Tyne's sock gently over his bulging
dick and closed his eyes as he slipped into a sexual fantasy starring Tyne
as the supporting actor.

	Val was listening to a thumping song with a solid dance beat to it
and stroking himself with both hands. His left hand bumped his bunched up
balls on the down stroke and his right hand rolled over the sensitive ridge
of the head on the upstroke. After stroking nice and slowly for a while, he
began feeling the initial effects on his motor controls and his butt cheeks
flexed. Next, his toes curled involuntarily as the chemicals flooded the
brain. His sphincter tensed and then tightened while his lower lip pulled
downward into a grimace when the tension built up to the moment of
release. "Ahhhh, yes!" Val called out as his thick, white cum erupted from
his expansive, long dick. He opened his eyes to watch a second load fly
from his slit towards his face. He instinctively dropped his jaw as the
spurting juices splashed onto his tongue, lip and chin. He slid the
slippery cum over his tongue and tasted his cream as a third spasm ejected
another stream onto his chest.

	"Ugghhhh," Val groaned as he came off the high of the orgasm and
felt the remaining cum dribble down his dickhead onto his fingers. A final
involuntary spasm coursed through his body ejecting one last small spurt of
cum. His stroking slowed as his breathing started to regulate. He took
Tyne's sock in his fingertips and wiped his chest and dick with it. He sat
there waiting for his dick to droop, listening to the radio with his eyes
closed and basking in the post orgasmic escape from his sadness. Self abuse
was his drug of choice when he wanted to forget about life for a
minute. Suddenly, he was startled by the sound of Tyne's laughter.

	"Dude," Tyne blurted between high pitched giggles, "what are you
doing?"

	"Holy shit!" Val jerked and reacted by covering his drooping
dick. Then he realized it was Tyne standing there as if he'd conjured him
up from his sexual fantasy. "What the F are you doing here?"

	"Nuh-uh. I asked you first. What are you doing?"

	"Well, I was ... I was just checking out if the system still
worked," Val stammered.

	"Which system? Your sound system or your reproductive system?" Tyne
joked and then added, "Based on the sound and the smell, I'd say both
systems are in good working order."

	"Funny, smartass. So now answer my question, what the F are you
doing here?" Val repeated as he stuffed his limp tube back into his fly.

	"I came by to take some pictures of your truck and get the make and
model of it."

	"Why?"

	"Umm, for my insurance."

	"What the F does that have to do with your insurance?"

	"It's just ... well ... I don't know. It's complicated. I just need
it."

	"Whatever." Val opened the glove box and pulled out the handbook
and registration on the truck and Tyne copied it all down on the notes app
in his phone. Then he asked Val to get out of the truck so he could snap
some pics of it.

	Val carefully climbed out, avoiding broken glass shards and held
Tyne's sock out, "I found your sock. Here, you can have it back. I hope you
don't mind I sort of used it just now after my system check."

	"Eww, sick. No thanks. You can keep it. Stick it under your bed and
keep it for a doodle rag. Think of me when you use it."

	"I did."

	"You did what?" Tyne asked as he focused his phone cam on the
smashed driver's side.

	"Think about you."

	Tyne pulled his focus away from the picture and turned his full
attention to Val. It was almost comical seeing him standing there, tall and
muscular, naked except for his Farticus boxers, dangling the cum soaked
sock from his fingers with a distorted, pensive look on his face.

	"TMI. That seems a little creepy, to be honest." Tyne returned his
attention back to the truck and concentrated on getting the right zoom
level to illustrate the full extent of damage. Val lowered the sock to his
side and took a step back to lean against the house. He felt the rough,
cold exterior of the wall against his bare back. He watched Tyne take
several more shots of the truck and mustered the courage to ask a question
he may not want to know the answer to.

	"Do you ever think about it?" Val asked quietly.

	"Think about what?" Tyne busied himself with reviewing his pics on
the phone viewer.

	"Our time at the lake. Do you think about it sometimes still?"

	Tyne stuffed his phone in his jeans and looked Val straight in the
eye, "Every day - every fucking day." Val desperately tried to read the
expression and intonation in Tyne's response but he couldn't. He wasn't
sure if it was spoken with regret or fondness. There may have been a bitter
edge to it - or maybe not. Whatever was behind it, there was definitely
melancholy.

	"Tyne, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for F'ing it all up." Val sagged
against the wall, tossed the soiled sock angrily back through the open
truck window and pressed both fists against his eye sockets willing himself
not to cry.

	"I know. It's over so just let it go, all right? I hate seeing you
like this, beating yourself up. Besides, it's not you. Life's just fucked
up. Shit happens, people die, trucks get smashed, you lose big games,
people ... come and go in your life. That's just how it is."

	Val swallowed hard and mumbled, "I guess you're right."

	"You gonna be okay? I need to go. Nick and Noah are waiting in the
car. We have to go pick up ...." Tyne cut himself off.

	"Dane?" Val filled in the blank.

	"Yeah. We're going over to Nick's and grill some burgers and
swim. Why don't you come with us? You really need to get out of here."

	"No thanks," Val muttered. "I'm fine."

	"No you're not fucking fine!" Tyne exploded. "People who are fine
don't wander around at noon in their goofy fucking boxers and jack off in
their busted up trucks so they can cum in some other guy's sock. That's not
fucking fine. People who are fine don't mope around all day and quit trying
to get on with their life and push everyone away. Enough wallowing in your
fucking self pity. Go get some board shorts on and get your grumpy ass out
in the car.  You've got five fucking minutes!"

	"You think you're so smart. What makes you think you know what I'm
going through?"

	"It was on my psychology final. Question 31 was true or false: 'A
guy who masturbates in broken down vehicles is mentally unstable, depressed
and in desperate need of friendship.' I marked true and since I got 100% on
the test, it must be true. Now go get your fucking ass dressed and out to
the car, now!"

	Val blurted out a snorting laugh. "Of course you'd say you got
100%. Thanks for trying, Tyne. Seriously, thanks. But I'd just feel all
awkward and shit over at Nick's. I'd just be the odd man out."

	"Dude, we're talking about me, Nick, Dane and Noah for god's
sake. It's not possible to be 'odd' in that group. Just come with
us. Please."

	Val hesitated but answered, "No, I'll pass. You should go get
Dane."

	Thinking fast, Tyne pulled his cell phone back out of his
pocket. He dialed Sylvia.

	"Hey Sylvia," Tyne said cheerfully. "We're headed over to Nick's
house for a b-b-q and pool party. Val's gonna be there and he wanted me to
call and see if you could come. Can you?" Val pushed off the wall and took
a step toward Tyne like he was going to rip the phone out of his hand.

	"What are you doing?" Val mouthed. Tyne gave him the hand to
signify that he should be quiet and leave it alone.

	"You can? Great. I'll text you the address. Awesome. See you there
soon."

	"Why'd you just do that?" Val scolded. "You had no business doing
that."

	"Dude. Seriously? You need to get out. If she's there, you won't be
the odd man out. Four gay guys and whatever the hell you are, makes her the
odd man out instead of you. Now go get some shorts on and let's go. I'm
hungry and Nick's parents are waiting for us so hurry up."

	"You're impossible, you know that?"

	"So I've been told," Tyne said walking away, shaking his head but
inwardly smiling. "So I've been told. Now hurry your ass up. And burn that
fucking sock when you get back home."

	Val was simultaneously annoyed and pleased. He trotted inside and
pulled out a pair of blue and yellow board shorts, a nice, pale blue
t-shirt to match and stuffed his toes into his flops. He swapped out the
cum-soaked Farticus boxers, opting for a pair of black ones with a red Iron
Man over the fly. He grabbed a beach towel from the hall closet, jotted a
quick note to leave on the table for his parents and went out to join the
guys. Noah had vacated the front seat for Val's long legs and was sitting
in the back sporting a small scowl. He didn't like being separated from his
beloved Nicky and he definitely didn't like the idea of Val being around
Tyne and Dane. Nick and Val bumped knuckles when he climbed in and they
sped off to get Dane. When they arrived at Dane's house, Dane was visibly
surprised to see Val but tried to mask it quickly. Tyne realized he should
have sent Dane a fast text to warn him, but couldn't do anything about it
then. Tyne unbuckled his seat belt and slid to the middle of the back seat
to make room for Dane to sit next to him. Dane wedged himself in and gave
shout outs to everyone and a quick squeeze to Tyne's leg. Dane had on a
black swimsuit with white stripes on the sides and Tyne reached down and
tugged at a few of the sparse and straggly red hairs on the inside of
Dane's fleshy white thigh.

	"Oww. Stop that." Dane whispered and jerked his leg away, swatting
at Tyne's hand. Tyne just giggled, proud of himself. Noah relaxed a bit and
smiled when he saw Tyne interacting so easily with Dane in front of
Val. They all chatted about music and their favorite new songs on the way
to Nick's.

	"So anyway, I actually found Val sitting in his truck checking out
his system when I went in to take the pics of his truck," Tyne
commented. Val spun abruptly and shot Tyne a warning glance. He wasn't sure
how far he was going to go with the story. Tyne grinned at him a bit
mischievously and then added, "It still sounds pretty good except for the
one bass speaker in the back was a little messed up." Val relaxed and
turned around. "Adele sounded like she was gargling. It must have gotten
soaked with something wet," he quickly added, raising an eyebrow and
looking around the headrest over at Val.

	When they pulled up to Nick's, Tyne and Noah followed Nick inside
to change while Dane and Val went out back to the pool. When Nick and Noah
headed into Nick's bedroom, Tyne asked where the bathroom was at so he
could change. "It's all right, just come in here with us," Nick offered
with a nod of his head. "We all have the same equipment." Reluctantly, Tyne
followed them in and closed the door behind him. He went over by the closet
and pulled his dark blue, Hawaiian print suit out of his dark green gym bag
and started to undress with his back turned to Nick and Noah. But then he
had to turn around when Nick started laughing his butt off. "What the hell
is that thing?" Nick asked, pointing at Noah.

	Tyne broke out laughing too, as Noah stood there stark naked,
hairless as the day he was born, with a tiny, yellow bikini Speedo
stretched out with both hands to display it. Nick was shaking his head and
laughing as he slipped his own grey boxer briefs down and off, providing
Tyne his first glimpse at his hot, buff, naked body. Tyne knew the polite
thing would be to look away but he couldn't bring himself to, and anyway,
he wanted to see if Noah was stretching the truth. While he was no match
for Val's hot physique, he was no slouch either. His body was athletic from
head to toe and he had a well formed, cut penis that lay softly against a
respectable ball sac. His pubes had been trimmed into a nice triangular
patch and it looked like his balls were shaven clean, no doubt some of
Noah's handiwork.

	Noah picked up on Tyne's lustful gape and stepped in close to
Nick. He threw his arm over Nick's shoulder pulling his neck to him,
letting the Speedo dangle over Nick's right breast and said, "Isn't he just
one hot hunk of burnin' man flesh?" Tyne chuckled nervously and Noah
carried on, "And the best part is, he's my burnin' hunk, aren't you baby?"
Noah pulled Nick in for a kiss.

	Nick smiled and flipped his boxers onto his bed and answered,
"Definitely, Woody. And these sweet jewels here are all mine to play with."
Nick grabbed a handful of Noah's smooth dick and balls as they pressed
their lips together in a passionate kiss.

	"Oh my god, I should have opted for the bathroom," Tyne said,
spinning away and quickly pulling his pants off and his suit on. The two
broke their kiss and laughed at his discomfort.

	"Nah, it's all cool. Sorry about that. We're done. At least for
now, right Woody babe?" Nick asked.

	"Oh yeah, Nicolito. Now I have something to look forward to for
later when we're alone."

	"What's with the Woody thing? I thought only your mom and sister
called you that?"

	"It's my nickname for Noah. There's a whole story behind it with
his Toy Story Woody doll and his older brother, Booby playing with his
woody," Nick said.

	"Yeah, I know all about it, I was just surprised you used it since
I didn't think Noah liked it all that much."

	"He likes it when I use it. Want to hear what he says when I pull
his string?" Without waiting for an answer, Nick reached down and grabbed
Noah's limp dick and gave it a tug.

	Impersonating Tom Hanks in the Woody character voice, Noah said,
"There's a snake in my boot." Then he added, "Wanna take it out and play
with it?" They all laughed. Nick gave his dick another tug and Noah said,
"Reach for the sky! But drop yer pants first." Tyne was doubled over when
Nick gave one last tug and Noah said, "I see yer Bullseye. And I wanna ride
it all night long."

	"Enough, enough. You two are twisted," Tyne said between fits of
laughter. They settled down, finished dressing, walked out back, and found
Val engaging Dane in an animated conversation over the most recent player
trade between the Kings and the Miami Heat. Tyne was relieved that they
weren't shooting daggers at each other or worse, swapping punches. The two
of them broke up the conversation and looked up together, busting out in
laughter simultaneously when they saw Noah. In addition to his yellow
Speedo, he'd donned a white and yellow striped tank top that had been cut
off at the bottom of the rib cage and hemmed up to expose his mid drift. It
was quite a sight. He immediately put on a show with one hand on his perky,
little ass and the other behind his head while swiveling his hips from side
to side provocatively. "You like?" Everyone laughed and Nick slapped his
ass, grabbed him in his arms and ran to the pool carrying Noah with him and
jumped into the deep end. Noah came up sputtering and promising revenge on
Nick's ball sac later on when he least expected it. The others joined them
and soon everyone was splashing around and having fun. Sylvia arrived a few
minutes later and was surprised that she was the only girl there. She put
her stuff by a deck chair and took her wrap off to reveal a yellow bikini,
albeit not a real skimpy one.

	"Wow, It's gonna be hard to tell Sylvia and Noah apart," Dane
commented, drawing laughter from everyone.

	"Nah," said Nick, "Sylvia's the one with a slightly bigger bulge
..." Everyone expected him to say in her top but instead he pushed away
from Noah and finished by saying, "in the crotch." He laughed immediately
at his own joke and everyone else joined him except for Noah who pretended
to be offended. Sylvia looked a bit embarrassed but didn't say
anything. Noah swam to the ladder and climbed out.

	He walked over to the picnic table and snatched a half cut cucumber
from the platter. The other half had been cut in slices for the burgers
later on. Noah stuffed the cuke in his Speedo and cocked his hips in his
trademark manner and said, "Now you'll mistake me for Val."

	"Oh no," Sylvia chimed in to try and be part of the joke. "Val's
felt much bigger than that." As soon as the words escaped her lips, she
wanted to retract them.

	A chorus of "OHHHH," broke out from everyone as Sylvia clasped both
hands over her mouth and Val plugged his nose and went under the water. His
face was flushed and red with embarrassment. Noah jumped back in the pool
with the cuke still lodged in his Speedo. He chased Nick around wanting a
hug and teasing that Nick wanted to cop a feel of his big bulge. Finally,
the joke grew old and Dane suggested playing Marco Polo like he used to do
as a kid. They did that for a while and the embarrassing situation blew
over. Then they got out and Nick started grilling up the burgers. Noah
finally pulled the cucumber out of his bikini bottoms and started to put it
back on the platter. "NOOO!" everyone cried out.

	"God, Noah, throw that thing away. We all know where it's been."
They all laughed as Noah tossed it in the trash can. Once the food was
ready, they sat in no particular order at the table and devoured the
burgers. Over the meal, the topic of spring break came up.

	"I want to go to Mother Lode Lake. I hear that's a hot spot for
guys and girls to get lucky," Noah chimed in. Everyone shot him
daggers. "What? I heard it on the news, so it must be true, right?"

	"Oh my god, Noah, you are so inappropriate sometimes," Nick said
disapprovingly.

	"Seriously, though, I'd love to go camping. I've never done it
before," Dane commented.

	"I wouldn't mind doing it either, to be honest. We should all go
together and have a guy's camping trip for like three days or something. We
could fish, ride Val's and my quads, swim and maybe go check out the ghost
town. It could be fun," Nick added, warming up to the idea.

	"Ahhh," complained Sylvia. "Why guys only? I want to go.  I love to
camp."

	"Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed you wouldn't be into that," Nick
apologized.

	"I go all the time with my dad. I have my own fishing pole and
tackle. I have my own tent and all the other gear. I even have a big down
sleeping bag rated for minus twenty. Plus, I bait my own hook and clean my
own fish. I can cook some wicked camp chow over the fire too. So there."

	"Wow. Impressive," Val said. Tyne wasn't too strong on the idea of
being back at Mother Lode Lake with everyone. It was his special place with
Val and he wasn't keen on the others moving in on it - especially not
Sylvia.

	"It's agreed then," Val declared. "We'll all go to Mother Lode Lake
for spring break."

	"Me included?" Sylvia begged.

	"Sure. You're part of the gang now, I guess. Especially if you can
gut a fish. Tyne might need your help with a refresher course."

	"I can clean my own fish, thank you very much," Tyne shot back.

	"Oh my god, I'm so excited. I can't wait. I've got to do some
shopping. I should make a list. Where's my phone? Imagine how much fun we
can have in the tent at night, Nicky! Woo-hoo!" Noah wandered off looking
for where he put his phone down at. Val was also excited and was more like
his old self all of a sudden. Even Dane seemed excited. Val could tell that
Tyne was trying to act excited but was clearly just acting and Val wondered
why that was. He thought it would make Tyne happy to be going back up
there.  Tyne excused himself to go speak with Nick's father about the truck
information. Val wondered what Nick's father would have to do with his
truck and made a mental note to ask Tyne when he came back.

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