Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2009 05:16:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mill Town Boys- 12

Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters
and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story
contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If
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Mill Town Boys-12

Playing the Game

News travels fast in a small town. My phone started ringing early the day
after the meeting at city hall.

"Yes, Momma, it's true," I mumbled, getting another spoonful of cereal down
in between questions. "The mayor said they had to make cuts to balance the
budget."

"Well, why didn't they cut in some other place?" Momma asked in an
exasperated tone.

"I really don't know, Momma."

"Well, it ain't right!"

"That's what I said. But what can I do about it?"

"You call Daryl Clements and ask him. He's been around a long time; I know
he'll have something to say."

"Okay, Momma," I said putting my cereal bowl in the sink. "I have to get to
work; I promise I'll give him a call."

Sitting at my desk, I called Mr. Clements. He had run the Community Center
for years, and had invested a lot of his own time and energy in seeing to
its success.

"Derek, you can't be seen as the one organizing a public demonstration or
anything like that. If you do, the mayor will fire you the first chance he
gets. You should make a few phone calls, ask those that you call to make a
few calls, and sit back."

"Will that do any good?"

"Well, you get a crowd to the meeting next week, and I'll guarantee it will
at least make the council sit up and listen. Politics in this town is about
putting on a show. It's how you play the game."

"Thanks, Sir, I really appreciate the help."

The first call I made was to Jeremy. He was at practice, so I left a
message on his cell phone. I explained the situation and asked if he'd help
convince the council not to close the place. I knew he wouldn't hesitate to
help. I also asked him to talk to a few of the other guys. Then I called
Trevor. He had stayed at Justin's house the previous night and so hadn't
heard the news from Momma.

"Those Fuckers!" Trevor swore.

"Calm down, the mayor has a job to do. He's probably doing the best he
can."

"Yeah, but there must be another way," Trev said more gently.

"Call a few of your friends and tell them to talk to their folks. Have them
call and write to the mayor. But, don't say it came from me."

"Got it," Trev said quickly. "Don't worry, we won't let you down."

"Thanks," I said softly. "But this might be tougher than you think."

* * * *

Nate was as resourceful as he was mischievous. Since seeing Justin on his
knees giving Jeremy a blow job, Nate had been obsessed with the idea of
seeing something like that again. He'd freely admit that given a choice,
he'd prefer to see his 14 year old next door neighbor Sara naked. She had
just started to fill out in all the right places. He especially enjoyed
looking at her round ass in tight jeans and those perfect little tits. But,
it wasn't like that was an option.

He settled, as many teen boys do, for looking for pictures on the
internet. The debate over free speech at the library had worked to his
advantage. The board had left several computers without the usual safe
nanny type programs that filtered out adult content. It was only a matter
of getting one of his friends to distract the librarian long enough so he
could use one of those, and find what he was looking for.

"Oh my God," Nate whispered as he quickly found a free picture site. The
photos of naked teen girls, some giving blow jobs, and some getting fucked,
turned Nate on almost instantly.

The twelve and a half year old looked wide eyed at the porn. After just a
few minutes he was rock hard. He was especially drawn to a picture of a
gorgeous eighteen year old dressed in a cheerleader outfit in a gym. She
was bent over an exercise horse. A guy in high school gym clothes had his
shorts pulled down and his enormous cock was fucking her from
behind. Slipping his left hand into his pocket, he quickly looked around
the library to see if anyone was watching, and then he started to rub his
dick. Using his right hand to click the mouse over one picture after
another, Nate became fixated on the images. His fingers rubbed his little
shaft through his pocket and underwear. He felt the swelling and knew he
was going to get that wonderful feeling again any moment.

"Oh, yeah," he moaned as his cock jerked and he felt himself squirt into
his underpants. "Ohhhhhh!" he grunted, "That's so nice."

He leaned back in the chair and his eyes fluttered. The last of his warm
load of sperm dribbled out the end of his dick, trickled down the side of
his shaft, and settled around his balls.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" the high pitched voice of
Ms. Tomlinson, the librarian, boomed behind him.

Startled, Nate quickly closed the page he was on and turned around to see
the old matronly woman towering over him.

"Smut!" she said in a disgusted tone. "You boys are all the same." She
scowled. "What's your name?" She asked, slowly saying each word with great
emphasis.

"Uh, Toby Wilson, ma'am," Nate said quickly, bolting from the chair and
running as fast as he could for the door. He didn't stop running for six
blocks.

Hiding behind a dumpster in the alley behind one of the popular bars in
town, Nate sat on the ground and tried to catch his breath. He felt the wet
mess in his pants and groaned at the nasty feeling of having spunky
drawers.

"Jesus," he thought to himself, "that was a close one."

He closed his eyes, leaned against the bricks of the building, and smiled
as he tried to remember the picture of that cheerleader bent over and
getting it.

* * * *

I went about my work with only half my usual energy. I was discouraged and
saddened by the thought of having to leave the place. More than that, I was
sad that the community might lose a neighborhood gathering spot.

Late in the afternoon I called home.

"Hi, Momma," I said sadly. "Any chance you can put another plate on
tonight?"

"It's just going to be stew," Momma said gently, "and you know you never
have to ask."

"I guess I could use some company."

"Supper will be on the table at six as usual," Momma said softly.

"Thanks, Momma."

* * * *

Unlike the night Trevor and I brought his truck home, this dinner wasn't
filled with laughter. Both Momma and Trev asked a lot of questions, but I
didn't have very many answers.

I saw Trev look at me several times with both compassion and sadness in his
eyes. I wanted some time with him alone, and his looks suggested he wanted
the same. Momma left us in the kitchen to clear the table and wash the
dishes.

"I'm really sorry, Derek," Trev said as I washed and he dried.

"I know."

"I called a lot of my friends, and I think they're really going to help
out." Trev said encouragingly.

"Yeah, I hope it makes a difference. We'll just have to wait and see."

We worked in silence for a few minutes.

"I'm going to ask Momma if I can stay at your place tonight," Trev said,
heading for the living room.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, you were just gone last night."

Trev grinned, "And who asked you?"

I finished wiping down the counter and sink and then followed Trevor.

Momma was sitting in her usual place, a playful smile on her face. "Uh,
uh." she said gently with the air of a skeptical buyer in front of a car
dealer.

Trev had just made his case why, after just being at Justin's house the
night before, he should be allowed to stay at my place.

"Please, Momma," Trevor whined, like he did when he was five years old.

Momma gave me a glance, and I gave her a tiny smirk. We both knew what
Trevor was like when he got like this. She looked back at him, "Oh, go on,"
she finally said, "I never could say no to you for very long."

Trevor gave Momma a hug and a little kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Momma," he
grinned and ran up the stairs to toss a few things in his knapsack.

"Have him back early. We need to go school shopping."

"Yes, Momma," I said with a smile.

She gave me a sly grin. "You boys," she said with a soft laugh and shook
her head.

I've said it before; our Momma is one of the best.

* * * *

Trev and I held each other close that night. Naked, we snuggled in my bed
and we talked for a long time. There were a few kisses, a touch here and
there, but mostly we just held each other.

Later, after some minutes of silence from Trev, I heard a soft snore. My
brother had fallen asleep in my arms. I gently pulled out from underneath
him and curled up nearby.

* * * *

The sun was coming through the windows when we finally woke.

"Morning," I yawned, as Trev opened his eyes and looked around.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Sleep okay?"

"Yeah. I guess I fell asleep on you, huh?"

"Don't worry about it, it was late."

"I owe you one," Trev yawned.

"One what?"

"A fuck," he grinned.

"Whatever," I laughed.

Trev looked at the clock, "Oh, shit!" Momma's gonna be mad. She says I need
school clothes, but damn, I hate shopping."

I laughed, "I seriously doubt that Momma's going to get mad, but we'd
better get going anyway."

Trev hopped out of bed and I admired him as he headed toward the
bathroom. At almost sixteen he had lost his baby fat and had the tight abs
and firm ass of an athlete. I stared at his butt cheeks as he
walked. Trev's ass is gorgeous.

My dick twitched and I immediately got horny. I groaned in frustration. We
really didn't have time for fun.

"Trevor!" I yelled, as he disappeared into the bath. "You're right, you do
owe me one!

* * * *

I sat in one of the back rows of the school auditorium as the city council
assembled on stage in front of a fairly large crowd. The once a week town
newspaper had come out on Friday and had made the budget cuts a front page
story. The publicity, plus the phone calls, had created something of an
event. That's why they moved the meeting from city hall to the school. The
council President had to bang his gavel several times to get order and
finally start the meeting.

The council moved down their agenda slowly, and it seemed, intentionally,
dragged out each item leading up to the main one.

"They're hoping the crowd will thin out some," Mr. Clements whispered as he
touched my knee and gave me a nod.

Finally, the budget came up and public comments were asked for.

Nate's Mom was one of the first to speak.

"Um, your honors," she fidgeted with a button on her jacket. "I want ya'll
to know how much the Community Center has meant to me and to my son." She
glanced down at Nate, who was squirming in the chair next to her. He looked
freshly scrubbed and was dressed in his "go to meeting" clothes. "I'm not
used to talking in front of a crowd like this, but there are some things
that just need to be said.

"Derek has helped me and my family in so many ways over the years; I can't
even begin to describe them all. He got folks together to help fix my
house, and he's been like a big brother to Nathan. Now, I admit Nathan can
be a handful sometimes..."

Nate squirmed again.

"...and I think Derek even whupped him once."

The crowd broke out in laughter. Nate turned six shades of red.

"but because of the Center, and Derek being there, I think he's coming
along."

The crowd applauded, and small signs started to appear with words like,
"Save our Community Center" and "Don't Close it!"

The football coach got up next. He talked about how some of the guys on the
team were helping out at the Center, and how the experience was helping
them to be better citizens. "That place teaches teamwork," he emphasized,
"ya'll know you can't have a football team without kids knowing that!"

The crowd went wild. They really loved their football, and if the coach was
for something, they were for it too.

Several other speakers got up. One or two supported the mayor and the need
to hold down costs and not raise taxes. Some boos and catcalls came from
the back of the auditorium. A few more got up and suggested other ways to
save money. The meeting dragged on.

One of the proposed cuts was a reduction in the opening hours at the
library.  Ms. Tomlinson from the library stood up. Nate sank even lower in
his seat. I thought he would end up on the floor.

She went on, at great length, about "the importance of literacy in a
civilized society." The crowd soon grew bored, and I saw a council member
look at his wrist watch.

Finally, Ms. Tomlinson finished speaking, and the mayor called for the
council to vote. The first motion was the one to close the pool. As it was
near the end of the season anyway, they quickly voted to go ahead with that
one. I guessed they might look at it again next summer, so I wasn't too
surprised. The vote to cut the library's hours was closer, but that too
passed.

The Community Center came next. The council President asked for a show of
hands. I wanted to close my eyes, but this was my life they were dealing
with. They looked at one another, and then the council voted...

* * * *

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