Date: Sat, 4 Sep 1999 13:23:45 -0700 (PDT) From: "D.Z." Subject: Boys In School-1 This is a continuation of the story I began under the name of Boys on the Farm about two teenagers named David and Tristan. Since the story has shifted its locale from the farm to the city I think it is time for a new series name: DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL. Hopefully I will be able to continue the adventures of David and Tristan as they attend high school in a way that is just as interesting and exciting as Boys on the Farm. Also, new to this series is the introduction of Jason and Chris, the main characters in the series "After the Dance" by Eric J. Case. You can find his series at /nifty/gay/highschool/after-the-dance/. Eric and I thought it would be fun to have each other's characters as supporting characters in our respective stories and we hope you will enjoy seeing them interact. THANKS Eric and Joshua for being such great friends! If sex between male teenagers is offensive to you or if you are underage then you should move on to something else. DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL is a work of pure fiction -- the characters and the events do not represent any person or situation. Copyright 1999, all rights reserved. Please do not post in any other forum, newsgroup, or publication. DAVID & TRISTAN--BOYS IN SCHOOL. Chapter 1. The bus changed directions many, many times as it wound its way into the terminal, pulling up to the terminal entrance with a howl and a swoosh of air brakes. They were home. Their parents could be seen waiting for them, David's mom and dad and standing with them was Tristan's dad. Ducking down behind the high seats while everyone else was moving off of the bus the boys had time for a last gesture of love before the end of their summer adventure. Tristan pulled David into a tight embrace and their lips met in a quick goodbye kiss. "You'll call me later?" Tristan whispered huskily. "Yeah, dude, I'll call ya. Soon as I get unpacked and my parents leave me alone, ok?" "Yeah, ok. By then I should know more about this idiotic move to Texas my dad thinks we should do." The boys grabbed their backpacks and made their way off the bus, David grinning self- consciously up the aisle since Tristan kept a hand on his ass all the way. "David! Over here!" his mother shrieked excitedly (like mothers do) as the boys stepped off of the bus. David went over to his mother for the obligatory hug from his mom, not entirely comfortable with this display of maternal affection in public. David's dad got into the act too, patting David on the shoulder while welcoming him home. Tristan's body language was far different. With an unhappy frown on his brow Tristan confronted his father on the spot. "Dad, what's this crap about moving to Texas?" Totally taken aback, Tristan's dad could only stare at Tristan for the space of few seconds before replying, "Tristan, I hoped you and I could talk about this once we got home." "Dad, I don't WANT to go to Texas," Tristan continued to complain as he was desperate not to go. "I can tell you're not very happy about this, Tristan, but it will have to keep just a bit longer until we get home and can talk about it privately." "I don't care if people hear me, David knows how I feel about it." Tristan's dad, whose name by the way is Randall, had to resort to his parental authority. "That's enough, Tristan. Since you aren't glad to see me, go get your luggage and we'll talk about this later at home. I won't discuss it in public." While the boys gathered their luggage piled next to the bus, the adults said their goodbyes. "Thanks again, Dan and Staci, for allowing Tristan to go with David. He must have had fun since he sure isn't glad to be home." "Well, we know how it is with kids," replied Dan. "They have their own priorities. Good luck to you on your trip down to Texas tomorrow." "Yeah, thanks. See ya when we get back." Gathering their luggage the boys had the opportunity for their own goodbyes. "See you later, babe. You'll call me, right?" Tristan asked David. "No prob, dude. Course I'm gonna call ya. Might get lonesome or something," David said with a quick smile for his boyfriend. Locking eyes and trading looks of love before heading back to their parents, the boys separated to go home, thus ending their unforgettable summer vacation on the farm. Although both familys' vehicles followed a similar route home, the atmosphere in the two vehicles was completely opposite. While David was pleasantly telling his folks of some of their adventures during his stay at his grandparents, Tristan was sullenly staring out the window the entire trip home from the bus depot. Randall, called Randy by family and friends, tried a couple of times to learn about Tristan's vacation only to receive monosyllable replies. The brewing storm between Tristan and his dad erupted in full force upon their arrival in their modest 3 bedroom home in the suburbs. Tristan threw his luggage into the laundry room and fled to the sanctuary of his room. "Tristan, come back out here!" his dad yelled angrily at Tristan's disappearing form. "You wanted to talk about moving to Texas so now we're going to talk! Come here and sit down." Tristan came back to find his dad standing with his hands on his hips, waiting to talk with him. Family discussions always took place at the kitchen table, but this time felt different. Almost as if they were boxers going into the ring they took their respective chairs and warily sized up their opponent in silence. "OK, you wanted to talk about moving to Texas in front of God and everyone else, so let's you and I talk about it now in private where this conversation belongs. Between just the two of us," Randy said after the initial silence. Randy could see that his son was as upset as badly as the day he and his former wife, Kathy, had the blow up which ended their marriage. "Dad, how could you do this to me? All of a sudden we're moving to Texas and you didn't even ask me anything!" Tristan shot back angrily. "You weren't here to ask. This all came up since you went to David's farm. You know I've been waiting and working hard to get a promotion so I could earn more money for a long time now. Finally I have a chance for this promotion if I take the job as plant manager in Lubbock. "That's just freakin' great. Out in the middle of nowhere, sticksville, cowtown Lubbock. Well, I'm not going there!" "Now listen here, young man. You and I have plane tickets to leave tomorrow to go there so we can both look over the plant and the town. You could at least keep an open mind about it until after you've seen the place. And one more thing. You don't pay the bills around here...I do. This promotion would take the financial stress out of my life, out of our lives." "Yeah, and look at the stress it dumps on me! Dad, all my friends are here, and I don't want to go to a new school!" "Tristan, you can make new friends. I have had to do that many times and I know you can do that." "No I can't! And I won't! This idea of going to Lubbock really sucks." "Tristan Randall Cockran! That's enough of that kind of language!" Randy reprimanded, as he was getting hot under collar with the unreasoning stubborness that was so uncharacteristic of his only son. "No way Dad. I'm not going." Tristan said with finality. Randy crossed his arms and spoke with the voice of parental doom. "Yes you are. We're getting on that plane tomorrow and that's it!" "To hell with that. I'm not going!" Clenching his hands tightly, Tristan was getting more and more worked up. His heart was pounding and his eyes were burning with unshed tears. "Yes you are, even if I have to drag you onto that plane tomorrow morning at 7:00!" "I'M NOT GOING!" "YES, YOU ARE TOO GOING!" "YOU CAN JUST GO TO HELL THEN!" That did it. Faced with Tristan's sudden open defiance and disrespect, Tristan's dad smacked his hand across his son's face and exclaimed, "That is absolutely enough of that language out of your mouth, Tristan! Don't ever talk to me like that! Go to your room and don't come out until you can talk decently." His face stinging, Tristan sat there stunned for a moment in total shock. He couldn't remember the last time his father had physically punished him. It was as if his whole world came crashing down entirely. Pushing back his chair he fled for his room, his breath coming in ragged sobs. After closing and locking his bedroom door, he collapsed onto his bed and sobbed from heartbreak, floods of tears soaking into his pillows. The minutes passed by and slowly his sobs diminished. He laid on his bed for feeling so heartsick and was desperately missing his boyfriend, David, and they had only been apart for something like maybe two hours. Now his dad was mad at him...and worse yet his dad had actually hit him! Just thinking about it made tears drip from his eyes again. Oh, how he wished David was there to hold him, to kiss him, and love him like they were able to at the farm. "David said he would call me...why hasn't he called me yet?" Tristan wondered in his emotional turmoil as he began to pace back and forth in his room. "And then tomorrow morning I have to fly with my dad to Texas when I don't want to go there and I won't be able to see David anymore..." By now Tristan was totally distraught and he wanted to scream and and cry and curse his fate, but he couldn't do that with his dad there. No way was he going to tell his dad that he was gay and couldn't bear to leave the love of his life. The pent-up emotions kept building and building and soon his room was much too confining! But he wasn't ready to face his dad again...and why hadn't David called? There was nothing left to do but to climb out his bedroom window and go find David. Closing the window carefully behind him, Tristan slipped quickly through the back yard and down the alley towards David's home. It was only a few blocks away on the other side of a neighborhood park which was surrounded on three sides by a loop of the river which ran through town. Tristan entered the park via a footbridge across the narrow end of the loop and while he walked the tears continued to leak from his eyes and shuddering breaths came unbidden. Ashamed that anyone would see him so emotionally upset, Tristan sought refuge in a secluded picnic shelter that was screened by bushes. It was a place that reminded him of the all the times he and David would hang out there. There was the time David had lost the championship of the summer peewee baseball league...and the time they shot off the fireworks there...and the time David's folks had caught them trying out cigarettes there. Oh yeah, this was a place he could sit and think about David while he tried to get control of his runwaway emotions. No matter how much he wanted to stop crying he couldn't. His stomach was tied in knots and he was already grieving the loss of David, his first true love. He just knew he would lose David when he moved to Texas and it was ripping his heart out. Tristan just sat there in that picnic shelter with his hands over his face, crying quietly. It seemed every time he could shut off the tears another memory of their fabulous summer vacation would start the tears flowing once more. Tristan lost all track of time as he sat there while riding the waves of his emotions with only the distant cooing of morning doves to keep him company. The sound of bike tires skidding on the gravel path approaching the shelter intruded upon Tristan's solitude. Tristan hastily tried to compose himself and prepared to deal with the interloper. Tristan's spirits soared when who should come dashing up to the shelter on his bike but David! David found him! "Hey Tris-dude, I've been looking all over for you!" panted David as he hastily dropped his bike to the ground and came up to Tristan. Smiling at David through the tears still filling his eyes, Tristan pulled David down beside him on the bench. "Hey babe, I'm so glad you found me! I've been missing you something fierce already." "So you wanted to be here by yourself or something?" David asked with puzzlement as he sat down next to Tristan. "No, I'm just wasn't up to knocking on your door and having your parents see me like this...I couldn't pull myself together. " Tristan said as he slipped an arm around David's waist and was able to feel his reassuring closeness once more. "Dude, I tried calling you and your dad said you were in your bedroom and that he would get you and then you weren't there." "I was coming to find you, babe, but I stopped here to get myself together and like I wasn't having much success." Holding Tristan around the shoulders David looked into Tristan's face while he said, "Tris- dude, you better tell me then why you're crying your eyes out here." In a voice barely above a whisper from being choked up with emotion Tristan told him. "It was so awful, Davey. Like my dad and I had this big fight and I told him to go to hell and he hit me and told me to go to my room! He told me that I was going to Texas even if he had to like drag me on the plane...he just won't listen to me Davey when I tell him I don't want to go..." Tristan's eyes filled with tears again and he sagged over onto David, leaning his head on David's strong shoulder. "I hate the thought of going to Texas so bad!" "Shhh, Tristan. I know. Your dad told me on the phone what happened after he discovered you had left. He sounded pretty worried and I told him I would try to find you." Jerking upright Tristan turned to look straight at David. "I'm not going back and fighting with him again. I just know he'll want to chew me out for sneaking out of the house!" "Settle down Tris-dude. I only told him that I would let him know when I found you." Tristan relaxed again at those words and leaned his head back over on David. "So what do we do now, babe?" "What are you up for, Tris-dude?" "I just wanna be with you Davey." "K then, like you wanna hang out at my place?" "Sure." "Are you ready to go now?" "Oh yeah, all I ready needed to feel better was to have you with me, babe. And like maybe a little kiss too?" Tristan asked with a little pleading tone. David looked around checking to make sure no one was able to see them and then planted a smack straight on Tristan's lips! "That'll have to hold ya dude until we get some real privacy." "Mmmmm, it'll do. I love you so much, babe." "Yeah, likewise dude. C'mon, let's head for my place." With those words David stood up and pulled Tristan up as well. The two boys walked together to David's house as David pushed his bike. David lived in a huge old two story home that his dad had modernized. Dan had chosen that house because it was a 4 bedroom home, large enough so each of his three kids, two boys and a girl, could have their own room. David leaned his bike in its customary spot against the front porch and the boys headed inside with David in the lead. "Mom, I'm home and Tristan is with me," David announced as they hit the stairs to go up to David's room. "Okay David," his mom's voice called out from elsewhere in the house, probably the kitchen. At the top of the stairs was a wide hallway with 3 bedrooms, an enclosed upper porch, and a bathroom branching off. "Here, let's call your dad cuz I promised I would," David reminded Tristan as he walked up to the phone that mounted on a wall. "I don't want to talk to him." "Well, you don't have to then. I said I would call him so I'll talk. OK?" "Yeah, OK." David rapidly dialed the number as his fingers knew the dialing sequence automatically. "Hello, Randy? I found Tristan. Yeah, he's here at my house....." David turned to look at Tristan. "Your dad wants you to come home." "No, I'm not going." "He says he's not going." David is now the intermediary. "Tristan, your dad wants to know when you will be coming home." "Never." David covered the phone receiver with his hand. "Tris-dude, that won't work. I've got an idea." and spoke to Randy again. "Randy, he'll come home a little later and then like maybe I could spend the night cuz he's all upset and stuff...yeah, I know you have to get up early in the morning to leave...I'll send you guys on your way and ride my bike home when you leave, that is if it's OK with you...OK...OK...great! See ya later then! Thanks." David hung up the phone and pulled Tristan into his bedroom and closed the door. "There, Tris-dude, got it all straightened out. We can spend a couple of hours here at my place before we head back to your house and your dad said I could spend the night there with you!" "See why I need you so bad, babe? Without you my feelings get all screwed up but when I'm with you everything is the way it should be," Tristan said lovingly as he melted into David's arms for the embrace he was aching to have. "Ohhhh yeah. I can tell." David teased back as he gathered Tristan into his arms. After a long moment of just holding each other close and tight, they separated enough to look at each other's face. "So now we have some privacy do you think I could get a real kiss?" Tristan begged as he pressed his crotch into David's. "Just a second here, dude. I gotta lock the door so my pesky little brother doesn't come barging in on us. There. Now you can have your real kiss!" David moved back into Tristan's arms and found Tristan's soft lips with his own. They stood there kissing and when Tristan's mouth opened with a sigh of contentment David slipped his tongue and took them to new delights as they discovered together what it was like to french kiss. Their tongues danced together as their hands caressed each other's backs and then dropped to hold each other's sexy ass. Both boys could feel the other's hardness as they pulled their crotches tightly together. "Ummmmm, I've been waiting all day to be kissing you like this," breathed Tristan as he rearranged his package in his pants as it was painfully straining to be let out. "Yeah, dude. Let's go lay on the bed and like, you know, do more of this," David suggested. "But dude," he cautioned, "We're gonna have to keep our pants on cuz my mom or little sister could want to come in anytime. You know how it is around here." "Yeah, I know, but we can have our shirts off, can't we?" "Yeah dude, we sure can...its warm enough in here with the door closed anyway. I'm gonna turn on my Playstation too so we can be like "playing it" in case somebody bothers us." "Good idea, but first let me take your shirt off," Tristan said as he slipped behind David and began to lift David's shirt. Well, not only lift David's shirt but run his fingers over the bare skin of David's defined pecs and abs. David wriggled a little from the sensous delight that Tristan knew how to give him. It had gotten so Tristan could totally arouse him by doing the littlest things like this...just like he was doing now. David's cock was throbbing at full mast and it didn't help at all for David to be totally aware of Tristan's bulging crotch brushing up against his ass. Just the thought of Tristan's cock near his ass made David want to feel that manpole inside him again. Now shirtless, David twisted around in Tristan's arms and began to pull Tristan's shirt over his head. Once he had Tristan's arms tangled up he stopped and began to tongue Tristan's right nipple, eliciting a low moan of pure enjoyment from Tristan as he rubbed Tristan's cock through his pants. Tristan was getting so turned on he began to gyrate his hips, thrusting against David's hand and felt his balls getting primed to shoot. "Ooooohhhh Davey, you better stop before I cum in my shorts...." Tristan grabbed David's hand away and he fought to regain control over his primal urge to fuck. David turned away for a moment to turn on his Playstation and his TV, then pulled Tristan on top of him as he backed onto his bed and laid back with his feet still on the floor. The two boys became oblivious to everything except the delights of their kissing and skin to skin contact. They got into making out, kissing and caressing and rolling around on David's bed. It was sweet torture to feel the urge to have sex but to put it off and continue their foreplay. Time flew by and the boys were so caught up in their passion for each other that the rattling of the knob of the bedroom door totally scared them. "Hey David and Tristan, open up! Your mom said you were here. I can't believe you didn't call me to tell me you were home!" their other close friend, Jason, complained through the door. In a total panic Tristan slid to the floor and grabbed for the controls of the Playstation while David attempted to straighten the bed slightly and his heart felt like it was jumping out of his chest. He answered, "Hang onto your shorts for a sec, Jason, we're into a good part of this game! I'll open the door when we finish this part." Pulling on his T-shirt and adjusting his cock in his shorts while trying to cover up the wet spot on the front of his shorts, David silently pointed to the wet spot on Tristan's crotch. Tristan put on his shirt and then David finally unlocked his bedroom door and pulled it open to reveal Jason leaning forward against the door frame. "Hey, it took you guys long enough to open up!" Jason commented dryly as he walked in. Jason was a great looking guy, with brown medium length hair and light brown eyes, about 5'6" tall with a slender but muscular build. He had been a close friend of David and Tristan since kindergarten and they hung out together whenever they could. But, what's this? Another guy that David and Tristan had never seen before followed Jason through the doorway. Jason cracks a grin and says, "Hey guys, this is Chris.. I met him at the Ridgemount dance while you guys were away. Chris, these are my long time friends I told ya about, David and Tristan." Chris walked over to David and Tristan and kinda did the quick hand slap thing that passes for a handshake between guys that age. "How ya doin'," Chris greets both David and Tristan with the same phrase of introduction while looking both of them straight on. "Great, glad to meet ya dude," David managed to reply to this new friend of Jason's. "Uh, hi Chris," Tristan stammered out as he looked up at the gorgeous looking guy standing there in front of him. 'How in the world did Chris find this beautiful looking guy, anyway,' he thought to himself as he quickly checked out the guy's body. 'Ohhhh, not bad, not bad all,' Tristan couldn't help but think to himself. Chris moveed back to stand near Jason and then stood there fidgeting, a little nervous since he wanted Jason's best friends to like him. There was an awkward silence for a moment and then Chris kinda punched Jason's shoulder and nodded slightly at Tristan. Jason glanced at Chris before obviously preparing himself to say something. I know you're moving Tristan," Jason said quietly. "I talked to your dad yesterday cause I wanted you guys to meet Chris. We met at the dance at Ridgemount High while you guys were gone, so I wanted to see if you were home yet and Randy told me." Tristan's face fell. He had forgotten for a time that he was about to move away and Jason reminded him of it again. "Yeah, Jason, it really sucks big time. I told my dad I don't want to move and he told me he was gonna drag me on that airplane if he had to." "So this is like a short term thing right?" Jason asked. "It can't be forever dude!" "It's about as forever as it gets....the only thing that might happen is that I can work on David's farm next summer so I can afford to fly back here," Tristan said to the floor dejectedly. A total silence hung in the room. Jason cleared his throat nervously and then spoke, "Look guys.. There's somethin I really need to tell you now. I mean Tristan's moving, and I'm going to Ridgemount High this year.. I want you guys to know now cause I don't know when the next time we will be together like this. Chris and I are going together...I'm uhh... I'm gay and if you guys never wanna talk to me again then fine, but I wanted you two to know. I want you guys to know the REAL me, and if you still wanna be friends with me even if I'm a 'fag' then great cause I still want to be friends with you guys too." David and Tristan were stunned for a long moment before they turned and stared at each other. "Freakin' unbelievable, isn't it David?" Tristan said softly to him. David shook his head "no" ever so slightly while he directed a meaningful look at Tristan and then turned to stare at Jason. With his hands on his hips he refused to accept Jason's confession. "I don't believe you. You've never acted like a fag before....what kind of sick joke are you trying to pull here?" Jason couldn't believe what he just heard. His face betrayed the hurt he felts inside as his best friends couldn't accept who he really was. Then with a look of determination, Jason moved close to Chris saying, "Like this kind of sick joke?" before wrapping his arms around Chris and pulling Chris in for a no-holds-barred kiss full on the lips! David and Tristan both saw that Chris was surprised at the very beginning of the kiss but then it was obvious that Chris began to kiss back. But it wasn't one of those quick pecks on the mouth, it was a kiss full of passion as the Jason and Chris began to rub and grind into each other, their arms wrapped tightly around one another. Their eyes wide open with astonishment, David and Tristan quickly looked at each other and then focused back on the hot kissing scene in front of them. Coming so soon after their own lip action the two boys felt their groins respond to what they are seeing. Automatically David and Tristan had to adjust their packages in their shorts to relieve their suddenly cramped cocks. Finally, that steamy-hot kiss ended, Jason and Chris slid out of their embrace with a "I'm- totally-in-love" grin for each other. Jason spins around and lifted his head, making direct eye contact with David. "How's that for acting like a fag, Davey boy? A bit much for a sick joke wouldn't you say?" Chris moved to support his lover by standing a little behind and off to one side of Jason and chimed in, "Yeah I'm not that into jokes. We love each other and I'm not ashamed to tell you that making love with Jason's great. And he gets into it too!" At this point Tristan stood up and moved behind David. Jason and Chris tensed up, waiting for an ugly scene to begin. To their great relief, Tristan wrapped both arms loosely around David and kissed David on the side of the neck from behind. Tristan stood there holding David and said softly, "Well, you guys aren't the only ones to have found love together...David and I are boyfriends too...it happened while we were at the farm together." Jason's mouth dropped in total shock. Recovering his composure somewhat he asked testily, "And like you guys weren't going to tell me??" David replied in the same vein, "Well, it's not like it's something you run around telling everyone! No offense Jason, but my family hates gays and its something I can't let get out. We probably woulda told you when the time was right and we were sure you wouldn't have had a problem with it or whatever...Besides, we don't know if we can be a real couple since it looks like Tristan is moving to Texas." The tension between the two pairs of boys evaporated quickly as the realization sunk in that there was nothing they had to hide any longer, and that they were free to be themselves! Jason walked over to Tristan and gave him a tentative little hug while saying, "Hope you don't end up moving away cuz we could like have such a cool time together as two couples and everything." Tristan made a wry face before he replied, "Yeah, I hope with everything I've got that it won't happen but so far it's not working. But I don't want to think about it right now cuz I'm sick of thinking about it. You guys want to play video games? We can be teams, David and I will play against you guys!" The two couples spent the rest of the afternoon in a friendly video game contest, all of their fears put aside. They laughed and taunted each other, having the kind of fun that a gang of boys can have together, except that now they had an added dimension. The couples could touch each other whenever and however they wanted, alternating between the usual shoving and roughhousing to a loving touch on an arm or a leg as a reminder of the deep bonds they shared. There were even a few congratulatory kisses thrown in for good measure! The four boys had a wonderful time together, thoroughly enjoying the freedom to be themselves and to be in love. Time flew by and all too soon David's mother was telling them that Jason's and Chris' ride was there for them to go home. "Thanks for the fun afternoon and hope to see you guys again sometime," Chris remarked as they prepared to go. "Yeah, Tristan, call me when you get back and let me know what you and your Dad are gonna do, ok?" Jason requested. "OK, Jason I'll let ya know what's up when I get back, but I have to tell ya that I'll being seeing David first!" "Of course dude, I expected that! Just let me know, kay?" David tried to lighten things up a little so Tristan didn't fall back into his earlier mood of despair. "Yeah, bye you guys! Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" "Hey, no prob from the shape you guys were in when we got here!" Jason teased back with a knowing wink. "It took me a while but I figured it out." David tried to be innocent, but the Jason and Chris wouldn't buy it. So it worked, they all had a good laugh as the two pairs completed their goodbyes while David and Tristan followed them to the front door and watched the other couple get into the car and drive off. "Pretty awesome that Jason found himself a guy too, wouldn't you say, David?" Tristan asked softly as they stood outside for a minute. "Yeah, I never suspected Jason was into guys...but that Chris seemed to be pretty cool." "I'm like so glad you decided you could be!" "Could be what?" "Into guys, what else?" David had to snicker a little. "Yeah Tris-dude, I know you're into guys....and I'm into having you into me!" Both boys laughed at their sexual banter and then went back into the house and checked on the status of dinner since they were both feeling hungry. Tristan was invited to stay and David cleared it with Tristan's dad but had to promise they would head over to Tristan's after they ate to take care of the unfinished business between Randy and Tristan. The dinner was excellent, the two flavor enhancers being the appetites of growing boys and also being away from mom's cooking. Tristan sat next to David on one side of the table while David's older sister Ashley and his brother James sat on the other side. David's parents sat at either end of the table, Staci was at the end closest to the kitchen. It was so interesting for Tristan to be involved in the conversation and busy lives of a family of five compared to just him and his dad talking just a little as they watched tv while they ate their dinner together. The talk at the table revolved around the kid's activities. Ashley, who was turning 19 in a month, was leaving for her first year of college soon. Her activities were divided between last minute visits with friends and getting her belongings gathered and packed. James, at 10, was mostly concerned with the activities of his gang of friends. David was asked questions about the farm and the animals and reported that everything there was fine. Of course, David left out of his report any mention of the discoveries they had made regarding sex and their love for one another. However, it was rather obvious to Tristan that David was the only member of the family that really cared about the farm. After everyone had finished eating and were leaving the table, Tristan began to pick up dirty dishes to help David's mom, Staci, with the clearing away. "Hey David, I'm gonna help your mom here, I'll catch up to ya in a little bit, ok man?" And then he followed Staci out into the kitchen while saying, "Thanks for letting me eat dinner with you...it was sooooo good." "Tristan, it is so nice of you to offer to help me. And I'm glad you liked it...I made it to welcome David home since it is one of his favorites," she replied with a smile. "So you two guys had a good time together at the farm," she replied to make some conversation. "Oh yeah, it was the best time I have EVER had. And now my dad is telling me we're going to move. I'm so mad at him...no way do I want to move!" Tristan liked talking to her, she was so easy to talk to and he didn't have a mom around since he didn't see his mother much since his parents were divorced. Staci tried to inject some adult perspective into Tristan's thinking. "Tristan, honey, life doesn't always let you do what you want to do. We will be more than sorry to see you leave, but you will always be welcome to come and see us at any time." "What upsets me the most is that my dad just decided to do this without even asking me about it. Just all of a sudden here we go down to someplace in Texas called Lubbock, too far away to get back...who knows if I ever can come back to visit you guys...and especially David, my bestest friend." In a consoling tone of voice while giving Tristan a quick hug she said, "Tristan, things always have a way of working out...right now you just don't know how. When things seem the darkest, a rainbow is waiting on the other side of the storm clouds. You'll see." "Thanks Staci. I sure hope so. Anyway, I gotta go home now and face my dad. We had a big argument earlier and I s'pose he's wanting to finish it." "Just try listening to him, Tristan. Then tell him how you feel. Try not to let your emotions take over, and then you guys will do fine. Parents are people too, Tristan, and they have their own emotions they have to deal with as well, ok?" "OK, Staci, thanks for the advice. And thanks for letting David stay overnight with me. See ya whenever!" There was no putting it off any longer, Tristan had to go home and face his dad. It was so unreal for him to be involved in a confrontation with his dad like this. Tristan could never remember being at odds with his dad like this before. "Come on, Davey, let's go get this over," Tristan sighed. "Sure am glad you are coming with me, babe, cuz I don't know how this would go otherwise..." Tristan just trailed off into silence as he contemplated his dad's reaction to his rebellion and then sneaking out of the house. "Tris-dude, I'm with you all the way, through thick and thin and all the rest of that stuff, you know?" David finished putting a few items in his backpack for overnight and was ready to go. The boys headed down the stairs and out the door with David calling out his goodbyes to his parents on the move. "Bye Mom. Bye Dad. See you tomorrow, I'm going to Tristan's now." David slowly rode his bike as Tristan walked the several blocks home, the two of them not talking much as Tristan was dreading what he felt would be round 2 in the contest of wills between his dad and himself. The boys put David's bike away in the attached single car garage and entered the kitchen door to find Randy clearing away his own meal. "Oh, so here you are. I've been waiting for you guys. Sit down, both of you." Randy said in a obviously controlled voice. The two boys slipped silently into chairs around the table, Tristan looking everywhere but at his dad. Faced with silence from the two boys, Randy decided he might as well get started with their discussion. "First, David, I want to thank you for finding Tristan and calling me so I didn't have to worry about him. I was pretty worried until you called." "No prob, Randy. It didn't me too long to find him and then we like went back to my house and played video games and stuff." "Good. Tristan, don't you have anything to say for yourself here?" "No." Tristan still wouldn't look at his dad. "Tristan, I'm sorry I slapped you. But, I can't understand why all of a sudden you came home with such an attitude. You weren't glad to see me, you started bitching practically as soon as you saw me, and then you tell me to go to hell. What happened to the son I had that went away for a summer vacation? I mean, it's like you are on drugs or something. Are you?" Randy stared at Tristan, watching carefully for any reaction to that stab in the dark. "Am I what?" "Using drugs." With a snort of total disbelief that his dad would even ask such a question, Tristan incredulously answered, "No way dad. I can't believe you would even ask me that!" Inwardly relieved that he didn't have to contend with drugs Randy tried again to discover just what was in Tristan's head. "Tristan, I just don't know what's going on with you. I can't ever remember seeing you this moody and emotional. Does the idea of moving to Texas upset you that much?" "Yeah Dad, it does." "Why?" Tristan flicked his gaze over to David and back before answering peevishly, "I already told you! I don't want to leave my friends and move to a strange school and everything." "I know David is a good friend of yours, but that doesn't mean you can't make other good friends there." "I don't want to, dad. You don't understand." "Well, you're right about that, I don't understand. What I do understand is that you and I are getting on the plane tomorrow morning at 7:00 a.m. and flying to Lubbock. When we get there we'll go to the motel room they have reserved for us, find something to eat and drive around maybe and figure out how to get around the city. Tristan was quick to offer another negative comment. "Oh great, we can get lost! What will I do down there all by myself?" "I'm told this motel has a really nice indoor swimming pool and I'm sure there will be something nearby you can find to help amuse yourself...don't worry we'll be busy. On Monday we go to the plant and we be given a tour of it during the morning. You can hang out at the motel in the afternoon while I am involved in some meetings with company brass. We can shop a little Monday night if we can find a mall to go to. "Oh great, going shopping in cowtown Lubbock. What would I want to buy in a hick town like that? So when do we come home again?" Tristan wanted to know how long he and David were going to separated from one another. He already knew the hours would feel like days and the days would feel like months! Randy continued explaining the plans that had been made. Every word was like a knife stabbing into Tristan's gut. "If things go good, we will spend Tuesday finding a place to rent and making arrangements to move and we'll fly back here on Wednesday." Tristan had to look down at the floor, his eyes were filling with tears and his lips had begun to tremble from the emotions that were ripping him apart inside. In a strangled voice he barely managed to ask, "Can I go now?" Randy could tell Tristan was close to losing it and decided he couldn't push the issue any further right then. "Sure, you can go but you need to get ready for tomorrow. That means you have to put away your laundry and pack so we can get up and head for the airport at 6:15. We'll be getting up at 5:45 so that means you and David can't stay up late if you are to get any sleep. Got that?" "Yeah." Tristan replied barely audible. David tried to be the peacemaker again and spoke up. "Sure do, Randy. I'll help Tristan get his stuff done so he's ready in the morning, don't worry." But Tristan was already heading for his bedroom before David had finished talking...he was so close to losing it again and he didn't want to cry in front of his dad. David looked at Randy, shrugged his shoulders and headed after Tristan. David found Tristan laying on his bed with his face buried in his pillows, his body shaking with silent sobbing breaths. Closing the door behind him as he stepped in he stood silently inside the door for a moment before going over to sit on the bed next to Tristan, his heart aching from twin miseries, Tristan's emotional hurt piled on top of his own suppressed feelings of the impending loss of their togetherness and love. David put his hand on Tristan's back, at first just letting Tristan know he was there and that he cared. He didn't say anything because he really didn't know what to say. Instead he let his hands do his talking for him and he began to rub Tristan's back, tentatively at first. And then, as Tristan regained some control of his emotions David was able to massage more and more tension out of Tristan's back. The loving touch of David's hands soothed Tristan more than anything else could. Before long Tristan could only think about how good the back massage he was getting felt and he was guiding David through groans and gasps of pure pleasure. Tristan's shoulders were especially tight, and it was awkward for David to sit sideways and get both hands squared up so he moved to straddle Tristan's thighs. "Oh Davey, where did you ever learn to give such wonderful back rubs," Tristan sighed with delight. "My mom would do this for me when I was small and upset and she will do my dad's back for him sometimes," David said with a low voice as he ran his fingers through Tristan's dark curly hair. "Ohhhhhhh, even that feels so wonderful. I can't believe how good you can make me feel, babe. No wonder I love you so much, Davey." "Yeah, I know, Tris-dude, believe me, I know." David moved next to Tristan on his double bed and gathered Tristan into his arms. "And I know how hard this is for you and I'm here for you dude. I'll always be there for you Tris, no matter where you are." David kissed Tristan's face tenderly at first, and then as Tristan kissed back, their afternoon passions rekindled. Soon the kisses were more urgent, the breathing heavy, and the hands roamed over backs and ass, legs intertwined. The sound a door opening and closing brought the boys back from the edge of the abyss. "I don't want to quit this, Davey, but Dad is moving around and he could come in. Can we save some for later tonight, babe?" "Anytime you want me, dude," David murmured back. "So you gonna pack now?" "I suppose. I don't want to, though." "Yeah, I know, but its gotta be done so let's get it done so we can relax." Tristan gave David a funny look before getting up to pack. He didn't say anything beyond the look so David didn't think too much of it. After the packing was finished, and Tristan's laundry was put away the boys turned on the tv and laid on the floor together with their heads propped up against the bed with pillows. They channel flipped before settling down to watch an action movie, complete with Pepsi and snacks. They weren't touching all of the time, but they were close enough to reach over and punctuate their conversation with a touch or a nudge. It felt good just to be together and spend some time in front of the tube again after their two weeks spent at the farm and away from the tv set. Randy checked on Tristan a couple of times that evening, first to make sure he was packed and then to remind the boys they needed to go to bed at a decent hour which was defined to be before 11:00. Each time he received perfunctory answers from Tristan and answers of total agreement from David. Each time this happened Tristan looked at David and frowned ever so slightly...and he would grow quiet. David tried to keep Tristan's spirits up by refusing to let Tristan's quietness continue. He would talk and laugh and jab Tristan with his elbow until Tristan would snap out his bleak mood again. When the movie finished they picked up their snack remnants and then David prodded Tristan into double checking his luggage to make sure everything was packed and ready. "Dude, you sure you got everything you need, now for the hot weather down there," he asked. "you got the essentials too, right?" "Essentials? Like what are essentials?" Tristan didn't follow David's line of thinking, his mind was preoccupied. "Like underwear and deodorant, you dumb ass!" David laughed at Tristan as he answered, walking up to Tristan and pretending to give Tristan's head a thwap. Tristan couldn't help but respond with a smart comment of his own. "You know what they say, you either have brains or beauty, but not both. You saying you like my ass?" "Yeah, I like your ass.....and everything else that goes along with it!" "Only like?" Tristan put on his pouty face. "OK, OK, I loooooove your ass!" David said in a loud whisper. "That's better. I love your ass too. Speaking of which, lets get our asses into bed." Tristan walked over to the door making sure it was shut and turned off the lights. He found his way over to David who had taken off his socks. "Babe, let me do that. I've been dying to get my hands on you all day," Tristan whispered in David's ear. "Yeah, well my buddy has been dying for you to get your hands on him all day too!" David whispered back. They stood in the darkness of the room and slowly undressed each other, lifting their T- shirts over their heads first. They embraced and felt the heat of each other's bare skin. They stood there like that, kissing while their hands roamed over each other's bare back, finally dropping to hold each other's rounded ass. They could feel each other's bulges tenting out their jeans and in silent accord they fumbled open each others pants to reach in for the pulsing erections trapped inside. They might have looked ridiculous standing there together with their pants down around their knees if you could have seen them in the dark, but their sense of touch was all that they needed. They came together again in a tight embrace, this time moving in the slow dance of lovers over time immemorial, feeling their cocks sliding against the warm skin and pubic hair of their lover. "Let's get rid of the pants, babe," Tristan eventually prompted. His cock was aching with need and he was more than ready for some serious loving. David instantly stepped out of his pants and helped Tristan slip of his underwear, Tristan's rampant sex hitting him in the face as he bent close. "Watch where you putting that monster, would ya?" David murmured with a small laugh still kneeling on the floor momentarily. "Oh yeah, just for calling him a name take that!" Tristan whispered with mock indignation while swinging his hips to "whap" David on the side of the face with his cock. "You perv," David giggled. "Don't tell me you get your kicks out of that kind of stuff!" "Nah, come back up here babe where I can find ya, babe." The two boys found each other again before slowly moving together onto the bed. Tristan immediately moved down to begin kissing David's neck and then his chest, licking and sucking slightly as he went. Within a minute David learned that his nipples were a previously unexplored erogenous area of his body as Tristan's tongue bathed and stimulated them. David was moaning softly as Tristan tongue worked its wonderous magic on his body. Then, Tristan began moving lower, leaving a wet trail of kisses down his belly, his tongue probing his navel. David squirmed in abandonment to the new and intensely erotic sensations Tristan instinctively knew how to arouse in him. David's cock was pulsing continuously and he could feel precum forming a wet puddle in his pubes. Then Tristan moving down once more and David thought his cock would burst in anticipation of being devoured by Tristan's eager mouth. But Tristan was in no hurry to get to the main course of boy meat, he was working his kisses down around David's pubes and settled in on tonguing and sucking on David's balls! David was gasping and moaning steadily. Tristan quit long enough to raise his head to whisper, "Shhhhhhh babe. You gotta keep the noise down or we'll be busted." "Tris-dude, I'm trying but your doing such awesome things to me. God, how did you ever learn to do stuff like this?" "I'm just doing what my heart is telling me to do, babe, that's all." And Tristan went back to exploring David's family jewels with his mouth. David just about lost control when Tristan's hand found his cock and began to stroke it gently, pulling David's foreskin back and forth over his knob. David's hips began to thrust involuntarily, and the pressure in his cock was building towards a humongous explosion. "Tristan, I'm gonna cum real soon," David panted. Everything stopped for a space of seconds, and then David felt his cockhead being kissed very gently, then Tristan's tongue cleaning it of precum before his cock being engulfed in Tristan's hot mouth. That was all it took! David reached down to hold Tristan's head while he began fucking his mouth. It took less than a minute and David whimpered each time as he blew multiple blasts of boy cream down Tristan's throat. And then, as the pulses died down and Tristan was sucking the last drops, it was too much for his now overly sensitive cock and David had to gasp while pushing Tristan's head back, "Enough Tris, enough." Tristan crawled back up so his head was even with David's once more. "Was that good, babe?" Tristan asked was a smile in his voice. "Tristan, you are one awesome dude! The things you do to me make me so incredibly horny and feel soooooo good." "Same here, babe." And then Tristan kissed David long and hard, slipping his tongue into David's receptive mouth and shared with him the taste of his cum. When the kiss ended, David whispered, "I know where I can get more of that! Are you ready for your turn?" "Yeah, anytime, babe." David twisted around into a 69 and paid some serious attention to Tristan's hot meat. David's nose was filled with the masculine scent of Tristan...it was Tristan's natural smell and it was more intoxicating than anything else David had ever smelled. Tristan's drooling cock was too long and too fat for David to put much more than the end of it in his mouth, but he more than made up for it by the use of both hands. One hand was grasping and stroking the base of Tristan's cock while the other cupped and played with Tristan's balls. In practically no time Tristan's hips were bucking too as he sprayed his load into David. Now it was David's turn to share Tristan's cum with him via a long and hot kiss. Both boys wrapped their arms around each other and intertwined their legs, feeling closer to each other than they ever had. They shared their essence with another guy, a guy who was willing to accept each other's love with no reservations whatsoever. But as they snuggled and kissed in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Tristan grew quiet and still. David knew immediately something was going on in Tristan's head and so he asked, "Tris- dude, what are you thinking?" "Davey, can we be really honest with other?" Somewhat shocked that Tristan would have to ask, David responded quickly, "Course dude. I thought we have been." "Ummm, well I think we been able to be honest now about how we can love each other, but....ummmmm.....I was kinda wondering tonight....ahhhh.....its like you are trying to get rid of me. Like you are so cheery with my dad and helping me get packed to go and everything." Tristan stopped momentarily and then went on in a rush of words. "Like you are in a hurry to send me away and forget about me or something." "Awwwwwwwww Tris, that's not true at all. The truth is that I don't want you to go, not for one second! But I didn't want you and your dad to be fighting about it anymore; that's all, I swear! Tris, you are the best thing that ever happened to me and I'll miss you sooooo much when you are gone. I love you dude with everything I have in me, don't ever doubt that! Why would you ever think such a thing as me wanting to get rid of you?" Tristan didn't answer for a bit. He was struggling to find the words for the emotions that were welling up from deep inside. Finally he explained, "I feel so alive and happy and right when I am with you Davey and then I think of how moving to Lubbock will take all of that away from me. Its like falling off a sunlit mountain into a dark chasm of being lost and alone again. It's like every person who I love with all my heart gets taken away from me....first my mom leaves me cuz of the divorce and never says goodbye and now you are being taken away from me too." Tristan's voice became more and more choked up as he vocalized the feelings that been building over the past few days. "Tris, I am soooo sorry about the parent's divorce and your mother leaving. But I can't do anything about that. What I can do is love you too with all my heart and I don't want you to go either. But what choice do we have? To run away? Run away to where? I just keep telling myself that we can be together at the farm at Christmas time and that it won't come soon enough so I can be with you again. I'll be waiting for you to climb back into my arms and hold me, and kiss me, and love me, and yes, even to fuck me. You are my man Tris, you'll always be my man no matter how many miles separate us temporarily." With those words being said, they fell silent and just held each other, kissing and touching until they fell asleep. Tomorrow Tristan would fly to Lubbock but for now they were deeply in love and could be content while they were together in each other's arms.