Date: Tue, 03 May 2005 14:22:43 +0000 From: David Lee Subject: Zeke, Chapter 49 Zeke, Chapter 49 By David Lee Warning: This story contains scenes of love and sexual interaction. Much of this involves males with other males. If the reading or possessing of such material as this is illegal in your country, state, province, county, municipality, etc., please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further. If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so. It is not my intention to offend anyone or to get you in trouble. The author retains all rights to this original story. Please do not publish without explicit authorization from me. Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. Most of the places mentioned, and none of the characters exist in real life. Some may possess physical or personality characteristics of people I know or have known. But if you see yourself in this story, your imagination is better than mine! Zeke is a romantic story centering on the lives of high school kids. Lovers of other ages may appear, but not normally in a cross-generational sense. References to sex with under-age kids may be made for the sake of the story line. However, I feel that child molestation is a crime and should not be glorified or tolerated. If you just interested in hot stories that will get you off, or if references to religion and God offend you, you should probably read something else. While there are some steamy scenes, this story is about love, not just sex. If you are still interested in reading this, I hope you will enjoy the story. This is my fourth attempt at writing fiction. My other stories on Nifty include: Always and Forever (March 25, 2004) under High School, Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip (April 23, 2004) under Camping, and Jacob and Jacques (May 5, 2004) under High School. Some characters from previous stories have cameo roles in this one. However, you need not read them first. This is another story of kids at Cosgrove High. Our only reward for contributing to Nifty is your e-mails. Please write if you like the story. Please include Zeke in the title of your e-mail. I get a lot of spam! If you want to read some stuff just to "light your fire," you might look at: masturbateforpeace.com. It will give you a new reason to be a peace activist! Finally, thanks and hugs to Tim who edits for me so that there are fewer typos! dlee169@hotmail.com Zeke, Chapter 49 Doug Newman's hands were free, but his leg cast might prove to be a hindrance in getting the kind of loving he needed. He went to Carol's apartment that night to eat, fearing that dinner and a little making out was all that he would get. That was okay in a way. He loved the very idea of having a quiet evening with the girl he would marry in the summer. He could take care of his own needs if it came to that. Boy could he use some relief! He need not have been concerned. Carol fed him an excellent, low-cal dinner accompanied by a decent wine. After they had cleared the table, she settled him on the sofa where she proceeded to play the aggressor. His heart rate wasn't the only thing that was up, and his breathing was becoming ragged by the time she had him nearly undressed. "This isn't going to work with this cast," he sighed. "Trust me, Baby, this is going to work." Carol assured him. When they were both naked, she got on top of him, being careful not to put too much pressure on his injured leg. After rubbing her body all over his, she applied some lube to his large tool and her vagina. Then she straddled him and impaled herself on that big cock. She began slowly, teasing him. He groaned in appreciation. Once he began to thrust upward to meet her, she speeded up her motions. He held her hips with his hands to keep her from losing her balance. Her erratic whimpers let him know that she was reaching the point of no return. Her cries of joy helped triggered his orgasm. It was a huge load. In fact, when Carol pulled herself off of his softening dick, the cum flowed from her body creating a puddle on his. They remained lying together until there was danger of becoming glued in that position. Then she reluctantly got up to get something to clean them up. She reminded him that he had some spare clothes in her closet. He spent the night. -------------------------------- Luke and Sky had come home from the store to find a note from Doug informing them of his dinner plans. They got busy making dinner for themselves. It was not that busy at Menard's this time of year. The New Year's sales were over and the spring nesting urge hadn't hit home owners like it would in a couple of months. "I'll bet dinner isn't all he's getting," Sky smirked. "I hope not. I think he's been in serious heat. Since he's been laid up and not able to do his full workout, he has seemed antsy." Luke said. They had gotten ahead with their homework assuming that they would be putting in more hours at the store. Tonight they actually had some free time. "Let's not waste this evening on a dumb video." Luke suggested. "Yeah, let's work on a plot for our own porn movie." Skylar said with a grin. Luke agreed with Sky's idea. After loading the dishwasher, they began to attack each other. About the same time that the older Newman brother was having his tool ridden, the younger brother was doing the riding. Sky had lowered his tight ass over Luke's drooling cock. After lots of lube and a couple of unsuccessful tries, Sky was able to take Luke to the pubes. Skylar had considered himself to be a versatile "top," but now he was beginning to wonder if maybe he was more of a "bottom." Having put the rape he had suffered firmly into the past, he could now enjoy the feeling of a hard dick massaging his prostate. He loved to be buried in Luke's hot chute as well. It was a good thing that they were both flexible. As Luke felt his climax nearing, he began to stroke Sky's erection. Sky came first, but the rectal spasms he produced milked his lover to climax seconds later. The two young men got up two enjoy a hot, mutual shower before settling down to cuddle again. It wasn't late enough to go to bed, so they propped up to watch a bit of TV before calling it a night. It was great having someone to share the everyday, quiet moments. -------------------------------- The next afternoon was the funeral for Jerry and Wayne. Since they were good buddies, and since they both belonged to First Lutheran Church, their families had a double memorial service. Large numbers of people turned out, including many young people. There was standing room only. Late-comers were seated in the fellowship hall to listen to the service over the PA system. The entire wrestling team, with their coach, was there. They sat in the pews that had been reserved for them behind the families. All were dressed in white shirts and ties for the occasion. Many wore suits or sports jackets. All were quiet and grim-faced. When Pastor Knutson finished his eulogy, there wasn't a dry eye in the church. Even the boys' parents were not aware of some of the charitable things they had done along with their youth group. Many young and old alike vowed to be more giving to their fellow human beings in honor of these two. Life is short; people must make the most of their opportunities. -------------------------------- At school the following morning, there was an announcement saying that there would be an assembly in the gym. Zeke wondered if it was something else dealing with the deaths of his teammates. He hoped not. Not that they shouldn't be remembered, but people had to move on to other things. You couldn't grieve forever, even for your mom or the unknown Lucy. There was too much death around lately. You couldn't dwell on it. It wasn't healthy. He felt hot tears of grief as he was thinking about it. Bryan instinctively put an arm around his shoulder and squeezed hard. It was as far as one could go in school to express love for another member of your sex without arousing too much attention. After Dr. Carlson called the group to order, he introduced a distinguished older gentleman with steel gray hair, but a decided spring to his step. "Ladies and gentleman, Dr. Wendell Wood wants a few minutes of your time to make a presentation to two of our students." Bryan looked at Zeke, who had also caught the significance of the man's last name. Dr. Wood began: "Students of Cosgrove High, we live in a world of sadness and death: of hate and violence. You are aware of Columbine and other horrors involving young people of your own age. You are still reeling from the untimely passing of two of your own classmates. That is why it is doubly important to recognize those teens that make a difference in the world by their actions." "I am here today to honor two young men who risked their lives to save my precious grandson. I'm not going into all of the details. You have probably heard most of them already and I know that you are eager to get back to your classes." A snicker echoed throughout the gym. "Zeke Adams and Bryan Stillwell, will you please join me at the mike?" The boys got up slowly, almost reluctantly. They had often been recognized as part of a team, but this was different. They were on display. They felt suddenly shy. "Boys... No, I have to say, young men, I know that you won't go to college for another year and a half. However, your families have assured me that you are looking into schools already. Well, it is my distinct pleasure to award you these scholarships to be used at any university in the state of Iowa. They are full-ride, four-year scholarships for tuition, books, and board and room. It is from a foundation of which I am the chairman. You may trade them in toward expenses at a private school of your choice, but you can't give them back. My son told me to fix it that way because you are hesitant to take any reward for what you did." "Thanks," they said in chorus. "We are overwhelmed. We really don't know what else to say." Bryan said biting his lower lip as he went to shake Dr. Wood's hand. Dr. Wood shook their hands, but also pulled them into a grateful hug. These were truly good teens and good citizens. There was hope for the future. Then, from across the gym floor, little Tyler ran toward Bryan. Bryan scooped him up into his arms. Zeke hugged Tyler from behind. There were few dry eyes as the entire place broke into applause. Everyone stood and clapped for several minutes. When order was at last restored, the concert choir, minus the two honorees assembled behind them and sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." (It was as close to sacred music as they could perform in an assembly.) Then everyone was dismissed to second period classes. Bryan and Zeke were both quite late for their class. First, they were mobbed by fellow wrestlers and choir members. Then, they had to talk to the Wood family; especially its youngest member. The librarian volunteered to sit with Mary's class until she could get there so that she could be a part of things. Grace was present too. The families had been alerted in advance and it had been hard for them to keep it under wraps. Tyler wanted to stay, so Dr. Carlson said that he and his parents could relax in the teachers' lounge until lunch time. Then Tyler could eat lunch with the "big boys" while his parents and grandparents ate in the faculty dining room. That seemed to satisfy the little boy, but he asked about every five minutes if it was time for lunch yet. Tyler was the mascot of the lunch table. Everyone wanted to hold him, but he sat resolutely on Bryan's lap. He became shy around all of those other "big boys," but came out of his shell long enough to try to help Lonny eat. Lonny did his best to be a good patient for Tyler. However, he was running out of time with about half of his lunch uneaten. To speed up the process, Aaron fed him most the rest. Jennifer came past the table in time to witness the scene. "Well, I see that your little boyfriend is taking care of you." She sneered. Lon shot her a sickeningly sweet smile as he mouthed his reply so she would understand it, but Tyler wouldn't hear it: "Fuck off, bitch!" That evening, the Adams and Stillwell families were guests of the Wood family at the country club. Everyone dressed to the nines and enjoyed a surf and turf dinner with all the trimmings. Despite its being a private dining room, the staff would not serve wine to the minors for fear of losing their liquor license. Wendell Wood asked for a couple of extra glasses saying that he would take the responsibility. Zeke and Bryan felt good about being included in the toast like the other adults. They tried to act quite mature, but found that the wine made them giggle more easily. -------------------------------- Later, lying naked in Zeke's bed, they cuddled for over an hour. Neither said much. They just enjoyed the comfort of each other's warm flesh. "Wow," Zeke sighed, breaking the silence. "What a crazy year this has been so far. I can't believe everything that has happened. Just when I already knew I was the luckiest kid in the world with a loving family and an awesome boyfriend, suddenly I am even luckier. Now I don't have to worry about college money. I got to thinking that it's a wonder I am here at all given how I came into the world, and yet I have so much good fortune; God must have intended me to live." "Oh, Baby, I know that God intended you to live. I thank him every week for letting me have you." "Only every week?" Zeke giggled. "What's wrong with thanking him everyday? Aren't I worth that?" "Now, don't get your panties all in a bunch! Some days I forget to pray." "Okay, but as for my panties being in a bunch, check me out to see if I'm wearing any." While saying that, Zeke guided Bryan's willing hand over to his crotch. Bryan had to feel around a lot before he was satisfied that Zeke, indeed wasn't wearing any. Fatigue and lethargy soon gave way to passion as the two boys renewed their bonds of love once more. It was slow, comfortable, and sensuous love that they shared that night. Ghosts of dead family and friends disbursed for a while. They could not exist in the warmth created by mutual love and caring. In the afterglow, the lovers drifted into a deep sleep filled with pleasant dreams. -------------------------------- School was a pretty average day for a change. It was Friday! Most everyone was happy to see the end of the week roll around. At lunch that day, Esther got up the courage to offer to help feed Lonny. He was thrilled. Aaron was a little jealous, but he couldn't let it show. Esther had heard what Jennifer had said the previous day. She was going to help Lonny's reputation. Besides, she thought that Jennifer was a bitch, though that word had never crossed her lips. Then too, Lon was one nice looking guy. Maybe if she were kind to him, he might ask her out sometime. She felt that she was too young to get serious, but a little male attention couldn't hurt. Shortly after lunch, the wrestlers were off to drive to the district meet that had been postponed before the blizzard. It would be a difficult meet for a couple of reasons. Their favorite bus driver and two team mates would never make this trip again. That would haunt them. Terry would be able to wrestle, but had missed some practice time and wouldn't be at his best. Lonny would go along for moral support, but obviously couldn't be actively involved. Cosgrove was in danger of losing some matches simply because they had no one to wrestle in those weight categories. Bryce and Aaron had gotten permission to miss school to be part of the cheering section. They, along with Lon, were riding with Zeke and Bryan. The rear seat of a Sebring convertible is not really built for three people. However, when all three have tight, little butts, it is possible to accommodate them. But without a middle seat belt, Mary Stillwell would not hear of it. She insisted on trading cars with the boys. So, they left in her new Camry. The weather was great. It was cold, but the sun was shining. This always made people more upbeat. Accordingly, the ride to the meet was passed pleasantly. Bryce sat on one side of Lon and Aaron on the other. They spread the light afghan that Mary kept in her car over the three of them. It was not necessary for warmth, but it shielded the fact that they were keeping him in a state of perpetual arousal for the whole trip. They were in the same condition. They were holding hands while fondling Lon's crotch. It was quite stimulating. Their play had to stop as the car entered the town so that there would be time for three teen dicks to wilt. The three owners of those plumped-up tools went into the gym to stake out territory just behind where the Cosgrove team would sit. Lon held the seats while the other two went off to scout for refreshments. A little later, Bryan and Zeke came in along with the other team members. Dressed in their singlets, they looked fine. Anyone assessing them could see that they were well endowed in more areas than muscles. On seeing Zeke and Bryan come in, Trevor and Marc jumped up from their bench to hug their rivals. There were some tears for Jerry and Wayne. The loudspeaker that blared out announcements brought the crowd noise down to a dull roar as someone reviewed procedures. Then that same voice asked everyone to pause to remember the boys who weren't there anymore. It was a sobering moment. You could have heard a pin drop. After the moment of silence, there were a couple of more announcements. Trevor had asked to be withdrawn from the match he was supposed to have had with Jerry. On hearing that, a kid from another school who was supposed to have been paired against Wayne also asked to withdraw. Fans stood and applauded their sense of fair play. Lonny's opponent from Dixon Community didn't follow suit. His coach wanted to win the meet no matter what. Winning by default was still a win. Zeke pinned his opponent easily. The match had begun with them looking pretty equally paired. Then the other kid made a big mistake. He whispered to Zeke trying to taunt and distract him. "I heard you were a fag. Fags can't win over real men." Zeke experienced a controlled adrenaline rush. In a split second, the other boy's shoulders were firmly on the mat. After the count, Zeke offered his hand to help the other boy up. The offer was refused. The red-faced kid returned to his bench without looking back. Bryan won his match by decision. He and his opponent were perfectly matched. Bryan just managed to get in more riding time. It was close. Terry won too, in spite of the fact that he had missed practice time. He was really pumped for this. In his heart, he felt that he couldn't let his team down; especially the ones who were no longer with them. Their shared grief had become a cohesive agent for the team. Not everyone won, but no one lacked for determination and drive. Doug was proud of his guys. When the final tally came out, Cosgrove had come in second in the field of eight teams. They wouldn't have done so well but for Trevor and the kid who followed his example. Dixon Community, whose coach wouldn't let his guy withdraw from the match he was supposed to have had with Lonny, came in fifth. Lonny had to smile. It was well past the curfew for younger drivers when Bryan pulled into town. He was driving carefully, but saw flashing light in his mirror and pulled over. Officer Danforth stepped up to the driver's door as Bryan put the window down. "It's a little late to be out." Danforth stated. "Yes, Sir." Bryan responded. "We are returning from the district meet. The buses should be coming soon." At that moment, two yellow Cosgrove school buses with the other wrestlers and fans pulled up behind the stopped Camry. Doug started to get out, but Danforth waved him back. "Well, seeing that it's a school function, I guess that's not a problem. How did you guys do?" The young cop talked with them a bit about the meet and then waved them on. He was not about to hassle nice kids. There were plenty out there trying to get into trouble. No sense alienating the decent ones. When Bryan dropped off the three younger boys, it was at Lonny's house. The other two had made arrangements to sleep over saying that they had to take care of Lon. And take care of him, they did. They stripped him, licked him, and felt him all over. This time, he participated more. His hands may not have been so flexible, but there was nothing wrong with his tongue. He licked and nibbled the nipples of his buddies. After he came, he used his feet to jack them for a while. He got them close and then they turned around to suck each other while he nibbled on their bodies; alternating equally. Then, they all slid bare-assed between the sheets of Lon's queen sized bed to settle down for sleep. It was a tight fit and they loved it. They talked a little about the meet before drifting off. Lonny lay awake for a while between his two sleeping companions. Yes, he liked girls the best. Yes, he wanted to get married and have a family - someday. There would be time for all of that later. But right now, he was still a kid. And if that meant having some boy-fun, so be it. He wondered if any of this could continue after the casts came off. -------------------------------- Zeke and Bryan couldn't get to sleep right away. The adrenaline expended in wrestling was still in their bloodstreams. It seemed like there was a higher level of testosterone also when they were in competition. Zeke told Bryan what the other kid had whispered to him on the mat that gave him the extra push to win. "I know that some guys call others fags just to psych them out, but I got the feeling that he knew. Do you suppose he was at the university orientation?" "Maybe, but whatever he meant by it, he certainly found out that you're no pussy." Their loving that night was more physical and aggressive than usual. Each seemed intent on playing a little rough. They both left teeth marks temporarily on the other's nipples. They tried to ram their big cocks into their boyfriend's willing throat. At the same time, they were trying to swallow each other whole. When their fingers found each other's rectums, the force and friction were almost like fucking. Their pounded prostates began to spasm erratically as they each pumped huge loads into the other's receptive mouth. "God, that was good!" Bryan exclaimed when he was again able to talk. "Yeah!" "Sometime, I want you in your sweaty singlet with no jock or sports brief. I want to suck you off through the fabric and then suck all of your cum out of it." Bryan said with a husky voice. "I want to do the same to you. We could take turns, or maybe we could 69 that way." Zeke suggested. Both agreed that while they normally wanted tender, sensuous, love; sometimes they needed hard (and maybe little raunchy) man-sex. They weren't as innocent as they had been three years before. As they drifted off to dreamland wrapped together, they were both thankful that they had each other. They were growing together as soul-mates. Their desires as well as their hopes and ambitions were in synch. Author's note: I received this forward last week. It really would have gone better with the chapter in which Zeke welcomed Terry into their circle, but it works most anywhere, I think. It may be an urban legend or it may be real. Either way, it should inspire us to reach out to others. One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech, so, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. Our higher power puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for your higher power in others. You now have two choices, you can: 1) Pass this on to your friends or 2) Delete it and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice number 1. "Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift. It's National Friendship Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND. If it comes back to you, then you'll know you have a circle of friends. Ps. Thanks to the guys who wrote this past week. Tony, Rad, Ghost, Tom H., Richard, and Jesse, it is always good to hear from you! Peter, Ott, and Eldon are first-time responders. It's great to have you guys on board. And a special welcome to Storm who was a fan of A&F and just found Zeke recently. Good to have you back.