Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2022 23:17:55 -0600
From: William Marshal <williammarshal5301@gmail.com>
Subject: Quarterback Keeper 36

Quarterback Keeper 36

The first game of the season was always a bit ragged. Joe knew he couldn't
expect perfection, especially with only a week of practice, but he didn't
expect Zach to be a problem. Zach was the Rattlesnake's starting pitcher,
but in the second inning he was already in trouble. He couldn't find the
zone and had runners on 1st and 2nd.

"Avery, get over here," Joe yelled down the bench. While Avery had
initially asked to be an equipment manager, during the games Joe assigned
him the scorebook. "Who do they have up next?"

"Davis, coach."

"Fuck," Joe muttered. Just then the ump called ball four to load the bases.

"Double fuck," Joe said now bit louder. Then Joe turned to Avery and said,
"Do you know what the hell is wrong with him?"

"He didn't want me to show you this." Avery pulled his phone out of his
pocket and showed Joe a twitter post. It said, "Go Mustangs, Baseball is
for men, not fags." Joe also noticed that the tweet had been retweeted and
there were a number of comments.

"What the hell," Joe said as he showed Tyler and Kent.

"He's been getting these all week. We think his father is sending them."

Joe hollered for a time out, and headed for the mound.

As Joe walked to the mound, Zach hung his head. When Joe arrived, Zach was
fighting back tears, and said, "Avery showed you, didn't he."

"Head up and look at me," Joe snapped. "Yes, he did. That is fucked up, and
your father is an asshole, but the question is what are you? Are you? Are
you someone who can stand up and face the haters, or will you let them
force you to hide, to be ashamed of who you are and what you have with
Avery."

Joe just hit the reset button when he asked Zach if he was going to be
ashamed of Avery. Zach stood up straight, pushed out his chest, and a
fierce look came across his face. He looked Joe in the eyes and said, "I am
ashamed of nothing, coach."

"Good," Joe said, "Now take care of business!"

Jack Davis was the Mustang's heavy hitter. His Junior year he led the state
in home runs, and as a Senior, it was his mission to set a new state home
run record. Davis took his stance behind the plate and glared at Zach. This
wasn't the first meeting between the two. They'd repeatedly battled since
Little League and the rivalry was fierce. Davis was not above trying
anything he could to get inside Zach's head. He grabbed his crotch and blew
Zach a kiss. Joe was furious, and he started to climb out of the dugout,
but Tyler and Kent grabbed him.

Joe got even hotter when he looked across the field and saw Ralph Rabb, the
Mustang coach, laughing. The catcher sent Zach the sign, and he shook it
off twice. It was clear Zach wanted a specific pitch, and when he got it
went right into his windup. Zach threw a fastball up and inside that
brushed Davis back from the plate. Davis now had murder in his eyes, and
Zach was sure he would be swinging for the fences. The next pitch was low
and outside, but Davis couldn't resist the bait and swung hard, nearly
spinning himself into the ground when he missed it. The next pitch was a
nasty breaking ball that again made Davis look foolish. The count was now
two strikes and a ball. As Zach went into his windup, he noticed Davis
tighten his hands on the bat, and knew he had Davis. The pitch caught the
inside third of the plate waist high. Davis was handcuffed and the umpire
couldn't miss calling it a strike.

Davis put on a display of disgust, as if the strike was a bad call, but
even his own mother would have had to call that pitch a strike, and
everyone in the stands knew it. Up next was the Mustang right
fielder. Again Zach had played against the kid for years and knew his
batting weakness, a two-seam fastball just above the knees. As expected,
the kid topped the ball creating the perfect double-play ball. Zach got out
of the inning without damage, and the Mustangs stranded three on base.

The game remained scoreless at the top of the fourth. As the game had
progressed, homophobic remarks could be heard from the Mustang home fans,
and even from the Mustang dugout. The plate umpire called time and motioned
for the coaches and officiating crew to join him at the plate. When they
were at all together, the umpire said. "Ralph, I'm hearing shit coming from
your dugout that you'd better put an end to right now, or I'll be sending a
report to the State Athletic Association."

Rabb started to protest, but the ump cut him off, "Listen Coach Rabb, you'd
better drag yourself and your team into the 21st Century or I'll see that
sanctions get levied. Don't forget, I was just elected to the rules
committee, and I think I have the weight to make it happen. Also, I don't
want this game to get chippy, so both of you better tell your pitchers, the
next chin high brush-back gets the pitcher ejected."

The ump then found the Mustangs' Athletic Director and told him to get the
fans under control, the AD said he had already called for a couple of
police officers to help with crowd control. Salt Fork scored twice in their
half of the fourth, and the Mustangs put up a run. However, it was in the
top of the fifth that the Rattlesnakes blew the game open. Zach had been
throwing a great game and decided to help himself out on offense. With one
out and two men on base, Zach came to the plate. Zach had been watching the
pitcher and noticed he liked to start a batter off with a fastball low and
outside and then follow up with a curveball. The bane of any pitcher is
predictability.

As per his MO, the pitcher threw a fastball outside. Zach tried not to
smile as he waited for the second pitch. Zach couldn't believe the gift;
not only was it a curveball, but it hung over the plate. It was like he was
playing T-ball. The minute the bat made contact, everyone knew the ball was
gone. It cleared the outfield fence with three feet to spare. As Zach
rounded first, he smiled and gave the first baseman, Jack Davis, a wink.

Zach's home run opened the floodgates, and the Rattlesnakes scored ten in
the fifth.  It took all of the air out of the Mustangs and energized
Zach. The result was the game ended 12-1 on a run rule. The second game was
no better for Mustangs, and Salt Fork started the season with two wins.

By the time the second game ended, it was getting cold, and most of the
stands were empty. The teams lined up to shake hands. When Jack Davis and
Zach met, Davis grabbed Zach's hand and said, "Good game. I hear you are
playing at NOSU next year."

"That's the plan."

"Well, we'll finally be playing together, instead of against each
other. Oh, and for the record, I don't hate you because you're gay, I just
hate you because I'm a hitter, and you're a damn good pitcher." Jake then
grinned, and Zach was caught completely by surprise.

After he finished shaking hands, he ran over to the Rattlesnake dugout and
said something to Avery. Unfortunately, Ralph Rabb wasn't the good sport
his star player was. He refused to shake hands with the Salt Fork coaches
then started yelling at his team so loudly that everyone including the
player's parents heard every cuss word.

Joe put his arm on Tyler's shoulder and said, "That is why Ralph has been
coaching for twenty-three years, but never more than four years in any one
place. He's one of the best coaches that can't keep a job. He was a great
player in high school, and college, and even played Triple-A. Too bad he's
not anyone I would want near my kid."

On the way back to Salt Fork, Avery and Zach sat next to each other. "What
did Jack say to you?" Zach asked.

"He told me I was really lucky," Then he said, "if we are looking for a
third next year, he would welcome an invite."

"What? He's....."

Avery smiled and nodded.

When Joe and Tyler got home they found a note from Ian saying he was tired,
and had gone to bed. He also said there was food in the fridge. Tyler
opened the fridge and said, "The kid left us grilled chicken, baked
potatoes, and salad. I am hungry like a bear on the first day of Spring."

Joe grabbed a couple of beers and then sat down at the kitchen bar. Tyler
warmed up the food and then sat down beside him. "So coach," Tyler said,
"what did you think of the game?"

Joe kissed Tyler and said, "Babe, we can't be coaches 24/7. Let's just eat,
drink beer, watch a little M.A.S.H., and then go fuck our brains
out. Okay?"

"You'll get no argument from me."

Tyler turned on the TV and found M.A.S.H. Joe had grown up watching
Hawkeye, Hot Lips, Radar, and the rest of the gang, but they were new to
Tyler. Occasionally, Joe would have to explain a few of the jokes or
situations, but for the most part the humor was universal.

"I have noticed that there used to be a lot more sitcoms set in the
military, shows like: Gomer Pyle, McHale's Navy, Hogan's Heroes, and
others," Tyler said.

Joe thought for a bit, then said, "I suppose part of it had to do with the
fact that more viewers could relate to a military experience and the
absurdity of some aspects of military life. You have to remember that many
of the viewers had the shared experience of serving in WWII and Korea, so
they could relate. Second, 9/11 and the Iraq and Afghan Wars seemed to put
military service beyond the bounds of comedy."

"The show ended and Tyler put his dishes in the dishwasher and headed for
the bedroom. Joe quickly downed the last of his beer and followed. Tyler
had already stripped off his clothes, and was lying on the bed with his
fingers locked behind his head and his legs spread. Joe had to stop and
take a minute to admire the pure manly sexuality on display before him.

Eventually, Joe began to slowly remove his baseball uniform. The
Rattlesnakes baseball uniforms were black with gold trim and Joe wore his
as comfortably as if a second skin.  He unbuttoned his jersey, exposing his
muscular hairy chest. Tyler's cock began to stiffen. Finally Joe dropped
the jersey to the floor and began to loosen the belt on his baseball
pants. Baseball pants are incredibly complimentary to a man with a firm
round ass, and muscular legs; Joe had them all in spades. Joe pushed the
uniform pants to the floor and when he stood fully upright again, Tyler
couldn't help but let a small gasp escape at the sight of Joe standing with
his hands on his hips wearing nothing but a baseball cap, stirrup socks, a
black jock.

Tyler had discovered that Joe was a multifaceted lover, and that night he
was in the mood for slow, masculine, and sensual love. If love making could
be described as tastes and smells, then the night was a bottle of Henry
McKenna 10-year-old single barrel bourbon. The nose was vanilla, oak, and
caramel. The taste was honey, cinnamon, and dark fruit. The finish was
long, rich, and spicy. In the end, it was the richest, most complete, most
satisfying orgasm Tyler had ever experienced. When the climax was past, the
love-making didn't stop. Joe pulled Tyler into his body and the two fell
asleep warm, secure, and totally devoted to each other.

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

As the baseball season rolled along, word began to spread that slurs and
jokes about being gay weren't going to rattle Zach or the team, and might
even backfire. During one game, Zach was coming up to bat and one smart ass
catcher said, "Hey Hill, I hear you like sucking cock." Before the umpire
could say anything, Zach said, "You got good hearing," then winked and took
his batting stance. Just for fun, Zach took the first pitch deep for a two
run homer. While Zach was trotting around the bases, the umpire said to the
catcher, "Shit son, you just poked the bear."

When that catcher came up for his first at bat, Zach threw a hard fastball
inside just to get the batter's attention. Then he threw three pitches that
started out right at the batter, who jumped back, just before the balls
broke at the last possible moment for three strikes and an out. The catcher
looked like a total fool. For the rest of the game Zach was on a tear,
hitting another home run and pitching a shutout.

When the teams were shaking hands after the game. The catcher, who'd been
so shook, his coach ended up pulling him, muttered, "asshole" when he got
to Zach. Zach just smiled and said, "Yep, like those too." Even the
opposing coach started to laugh and the kid stormed back to the dugout.

When the other team's coach shook Zach's hand, he said, "Son, I've never
seen anyone get to Jeff, the way you did today. It would have been fun to
watch if you weren't dishing us an A1 thumping in the process."

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

As the seniors moved ever closer to graduation, their interest in school
began to flag. Increasingly, the word Senioritis was heard around Salt Fork
High, as if it were some actual ailment that could justify slacking off in
class. To add to the distraction, prom was only two weeks away. The prom
committee had asked Ian if he would accept being nominated for Prom King,
but he declined saying he wouldn't feel right since he had not been a part
of the school until his senior year. Avery and Zach also declined since
they certainly didn't want to run against each other, and they didn't think
it would be fair to whichever girl was selected as Prom Queen.

That left Kevin the odds on favorite to be the Prom King. "Tell me again
why I can't say no like the rest of you guys," Kevin said one Sunday
afternoon when he, Ian, Avery, and Zach were playing video games at Joe's
and Tyler' house.

"One," Avery said, "Because you're not gay."

"I could be," Kevin said.

Ian, Avery, and Zach all burst into laughter. "In your dreams," Ian said,
"You're not good looking enough to be gay. Second, girls can dance and gay
guys can dance, but you my friend dance like a camel wearing roller
skates."

"Third," Zach said, "since you and Zoey hooked up, it is more than clear
you are 110 percent into her. So, that's three strikes and you're
straight."

"On a different topic," Avery said, changing the subject, "I just got a
tweet from David Franks, the golf team captain. Ian, why didn't you tell us
you killed it yesterday."

"It's just golf. It's not that big of a deal."

"Bullshit, it is a big deal and you are our friend. We've as much right to
celebrate your accomplishments as you do," Avery said and pushed Ian over
on the floor.

"So, what did you shoot," Kevin asked.

"I was just three under par," Ian said.

"What he's not telling us," Avery said, "is that David posted the
conditions were crappy. The wind was up and it was cold. He's also not
telling us, he finished first."

"Seriously it was no big deal, it wasn't that big of a field, and I got
lucky on a couple of holes."

"No big deal!" Joe said, as he and Tyler walked into the game room. "It was
Enid High's Open Invitational. Salt Fork was the smallest school there, and
Oakwood is a tough course even on a good day."

"Wait, you were three under par at Oakwood yesterday!" Avery said, "My dad
is happy to play that course three over par when conditions are perfect. He
makes me play with him in the club's father/son tournament every year. So
buddy, how would you like to be Avery Anders for a day on the third Sunday
in May."

"Hold on there Anders," Joe said, "Ian is playing with me."

"But Coach, you never play the club tournaments."

"I've never had a ringer before," Joe said with a smile. Then he kissed
Tyler and said, "Sorry, but you understand?"

"Of course," Tyler said with a smile, "but, if you don't pick me for your
softball team this summer, I am going to cry." The boys broke into
laughter.

After dropping off refreshments, Joe and Tyler went back to the living room
to continue watching a movie. "I didn't know you were a member at Oakwood,"
Tyler said.

"Actually, I forget that I am, well, we are member's there."

"Huh?"

"It's another Sinclair thing. The family pays the membership, and I haven't
really used it that much over the years. However, we are going to have to
start using it this Summer. With Sinclair Energy's new presence in Enid, we
are going to have to step up our social life. Part of the job of being a
Sinclair is polishing the right apples and kissing the right asses."

"What does that mean for me?"

"I hope you like the symphony, community theater, Chamber of Commerce
lunches, etc."

"Just promise me that I will never have to listen to anyone singing in a
foreign language and wearing a viking helmet," Tyler said.

"I promise," Joe said and gave him a kiss.

"When is 2Coop getting home?" Tyler asked. 2Coop was spending the weekend
on his grandparent's farm in Medford. 2Coop liked working on the farm, and
his grandparents loved having him over as much as possible. They could
hardly wait for the rest of the family to move closer.

"I was thinking, we should grill some hamburgers for supper," Tyler
said. "We could see if Mom and Claudia want to join us."

"I see your plan."

"What plan?"

"It's 3:00, you know that if we call them now, they will offer to whip up a
dessert."

"Maybe," Tyler said with a wicked smile. Sure enough, Tyler was right. Mary
and Claudia had spent the afternoon quilting at Mary's house, and they
offered to bring over brownies and whipped cream.

Joe went back to the game room and said, "Mary and Claudia are coming over
for supper and we're going to grill hamburgers. Avery, why don't you give
your parents a call and see if they want to join us. Tell your dad that
Mary and Claudia are baking brownies."

It didn't take long for Robert Anders to accept the invitation; he was a
sucker for desserts. After supper Joe led Robert off to his office. "So,
what's on your mind now," Robert asked.

Joe rolled out a map of the field in the back of the house and showed it to
Robert. "When Tyler and I bought this land from Claudia, it came with a
couple of stipulations. One, that the land bordering the Salt Fork become
public access recreational usage, and two, the rest of the land be
developed for new housing.

Robert whistled, and said "This is big. There hasn't been an addition to
Salt Fork like this in my lifetime."

"You've met 2Coop and his parents, and I'm sure you know the house being
built next door is for them."

"The whole town knows that," Robert said. "It's kind of a point of pride
that a family like your nephew's wants their kids to go to school in Salt
Fork."

"Well, Cooper's wife, Dana, is from this area. Her parents and grandparents
live in Medford. I have asked her to head up this project. Her major in
college was in agriculture and rural development. I was hoping that you and
the bank would work with her on getting this project off the ground."

Robert smiled, then said, "Hell Joe, you knew I would jump on this like a
duck on a Junebug. Aside from the prestige that it gives the bank to be
working with Sinclair Energy. I'm a greedy bastard and don't want any other
bank or S&L horning in on my territory and my potential customers."

"I figured you'd see it that way. On a different note, has Kent Walters
come to see you about a line of credit and a business account."

"We have a meeting tomorrow, but I don't know exactly what it is about."

"He's going to be a bit secretive because of the nature of the business he
is starting. Let me assure you that what he is doing is legal and very
important. Sinclair Energy is one of his clients, and I am his silent
partner. I need you to greenlight the credit and the business account
without asking too many questions. Can you do that?"

"Consider it done," Robert said.

"Great, I think if we get back out there we can snagged another brownie
before the boys finish them off."

"Lead the way."

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

Charles was coming down to breakfast Wednesday morning, when he heard Mindy
say in frustration, "That's it Michael! You are getting on my last nerve."
Then the back door slammed.

"What is all the yelling about?" Charles said, walking into the kitchen.

"Your son is just one big ball of hormones and energy, and he is driving me
crazy. I am going to strangle him if he can't get his shit together."

The next Saturday was the Salt Fork prom and all Michael could do was think
about seeing Ian, and the more he thought about it, the more difficult he
became. Between Michael's tennis meets and Ian's golf tournaments it had
been three weeks since the two had been together.

Charles, assessed the situation, and decided something had to be done to
save his son's life and his wife's sanity. So he took out his phone and
made a call, "Hello, Cooper..... Are you and Dana still going to Salt Fork
to sign off on the house and meet the decorator this weekend....Change of
plans; you are going today, and taking Michael with you...The girls can
stay with us. I'll see they get to and from school."

Charles then called Michael's school and explained there was a family
crisis, and Michael wouldn't be in for the rest of the week. The next call
was to Joe to inform him that Michael would be shipped express to Salt
Fork. Joe laughed and said Ian was also in rut and was taking delight in
being an irritant to Tyler, so Michael's early arrival would be more than
welcome.

After he hung up, Charles bellowed out the back door, "Michael, get your
ass in here this instant."

When Michael walked back in the house, he was pissed and a little
scared. Charles rarely got upset with his youngest son. "What?" Michael
asked.

"I've excused you from school for the rest of the week. Cooper and Dana are
going to Salt Fork this afternoon and you are going with them. If you come
back with that shitty attitude, I won't care that there are only five weeks
left until graduation, I'll ship you off to boarding school."

Michael grinned and said, "I get to go to Salt Fork today!?"

"That's all you just heard me say?"

"Yeah, yeah, shitty attitude...five weeks...boarding school, but you're not
kidding, I get to see Ian today."

Charles had to smile and said, "You get to see Ian today. Now go pack."

Michael gave Charles and Mindy a kiss, then ran off to start packing.

Mindy then walked over and gave Charles a big kiss and said, "Normally, I
would not approve of what you just did, but... thank you, thank you, thank
you!"

Joe was at school already when Charles called, and figured Michael would
call Ian, so he didn't bother finding Ian and filling him in on the change
of plans. As it turned out, Ian had forgotten to recharge his phone, and
Michael hadn't been able to call him with the news. So Ian was oblivious
that Michael was in Salt Fork until he stopped by Joe's room after school.

"I forgot that the golf course is hosting a men's scramble today," Ian
said, "so I don't have practice."

"Well don't get in trouble, and we will be going to Matty's after Tyler and
I finish practice. You and Michael better be ready at six." A quizzical
expression appeared on Ian's face. "Oh, it looks like somebody didn't get
the memo. It seems Michael and Mindy were butting heads, and Charles
decided to dump Oops on us for the rest of the week."

Ian's face first registered comprehension, then excitement. "He is here
right now!?"

"If you mean at the house, yes."

Ian ran all the way home. He was a bit surprised that only Sunshine greeted
him at the door. He dropped his bag and went into the kitchen, then the
game room, and finally walked back to his bedroom. That's where he found
Michael wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of tight briefs. Ian wasted no
time shedding his own clothes and jumping into bed.

"Oh fuck, I have missed you so much," Ian said.

"Me too," Michael said, "I haven't been able to think about anything but
you for a week."

Ian pushed Michael briefs down and grabbed his cock and slowly stroked its
length before beginning to tongue the spongy helmet. Michael groaned, and
Ian swallowed his entire cock. As he began to work up and down, Michael
quickly reached the edge and was fighting not to cum, but Ian was too
talented, and too aware of his boy's weaknesses. Soon, Michael was groaning
as he flooded Ian's throat with creamy, warm jizz.

It was now Michael's turn to reciprocate, and he was a master at giving
oral pleasure.  He started by sucking Ian's balls into his mouth and
massaging them with his tongue. He followed by lightly tracing the
underside of Ian's cock until he reached its dripping tip. He caught some
of Ian's precum on the tip of this tongue and showed it to Ian before
swallowing. Ian proved no more capable of postponing his orgasm than was
Michael. After all, they were 18 and horny.

"I can't believe how crazy needy I was," Michael said as he flopped his
head onto a pillow. Ian suddenly felt a bit cold and pulled a blanket over
himself and Michael, then cuddled up with him. "Remember, that was just an
appetizer, tonight you get the main course."

When Joe and Tyler got home, they went to take a shower, and found Ian and
Michael in the master shower. "What's this?" Tyler asked.

Ian smiled a bit sheepishly, and said, "Sorry, it's just that your shower
is so fun." Tyler had to admit the master shower had so many sprayers and
features, it was a bit like an adult splash park.

Joe said, "Just hurry up, Tyler and I need to get a shower before we go
eat."

Michael responded, "There's plenty of room in here for all of us."

"No," Joe said firmly, "This is Salt Fork, not Tulsa."

So the boys finished their shower and stepped out to dry off, so Joe and
Tyler could step in and start their showers."

"Fuck," Joe yelled, "That had better be conditioner I just stepped in!" Ian
and Michael just laughed.

Matty's wasn't the kind of place anyone made reservations to eat, but Joe
had made arrangements with Matty for a table in the cafe's back dining
room. The back dining room was where the Chamber of Commerce and several
clubs met. Joe, Tyler, Ian, Michael, 2Coop, Cooper and Dana were the only
people seated in the back dining room, but that didn't stop a steady stream
of people from wandering back to say hello. That was just the reality for a
teacher and coach in a small town.

"So did you look around your house today?" Joe asked Cooper and Dana.

"Sure did," Dana said, "The contractor happened to be there, so we did kind
of a pre-walkthrough. There are only a few things that need to be fixed
before we sign the papers on Friday and can officially move in. We are
meeting with the interior designer tomorrow to finalize furniture and
accessories."

"Yeah, It looks like 2Coop and I will be out of your hair by the middle of
next week," Cooper said.

"I know you are ready to get into your own home," Joe said, "but you don't
have to rush on our account. We have enjoyed having 2Coop stay with us."

"Well, he certainly has enjoyed staying with you, Tyler, and Ian," Dana
said. "He's become so comfortable with you guys, you might have to lock the
doors to keep him out."

"That won't work," Tyler said, "He has his own key."

"So Dana, when are you and the girls moving to Salt Fork?" Joe asked.

"May 24. That's the girls' last day of school. Cooper is coming up the
weekend before to pick up the pets, so as soon as the school awards program
is over, we can get in the car and head for Salt Fork."

"How are Charles and Mindy dealing with all these changes?" Joe
asked. "With you guys moving here and Michael heading off to college, that
has to be a big change for them."

"It is," Cooper said, "but it's Jerod who's freaking out. About a month
ago, it finally hit him that it would be his name that dad is constantly
hollering down the hall."

"Poor kid," Joe said.

"Don't feel too bad for him," Cooper said. "He's getting a promotion and my
old office, which while closer to dad, does have a great view of the
river."

"Plus," Dana said, "Mindy is planning on the two of them doing some
traveling, actually a lot of traveling. She and Kent have convinced him
that he can do his job remotely from anywhere in the world."

That night, Joe and Tyler were in bed, and Tyler rolled over next to Joe
and rested his head on Joe's shoulder. "Does it bother you that Charles is
going to be the one traveling, and not you," Tyler asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"You were going to retire and travel, and then I came along and dragged you
back into teaching and coaching."

Joe turned and kissed Tyler's forehead, then said, "Listen buddy, you are a
hot athletic stud, but there is no way you can drag me anywhere I'm not
willing to go. I chose to stay and be your mentor because I could sense you
would be a great teacher and coach. I didn't do it for you, I did it for
the kids whose lives you will make better. However, something else happened
along the way, I fell insanely in love with you. Yes, I want to travel and
explore the world, but only if I can do that with you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, it's clear," Tyler said.

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

The Saturday morning before prom, Ian had a regional golf tournament in
Guthrie, Oklahoma. Cimarron National Golf Course was long, but straight
with few serious hazards except the Oklahoma wind. Unpredictable, gusting
winds were playing havoc with the flight paths of shots. Equally,
treacherous were the greens which as the day went on go faster due to the
wind drying them out.

However, as bad as the conditions were, two of the golfers in his foursome
were worse. They were loudmouthed assholes, and worse, they were
cheats. They were shaving at least one stroke off of their scores per
hole. They also regularly tossed in homophobic comments into their banter
with each other.

The fourth member of their foursome was a quiet kid, probably a Freshman or
Sophomore, who had been substituted in for an upperclassman who had gotten
sick. The two assholes thought it was funny to torment the kid. Finally,
Ian had enough and said, "Why don't you two dickheads, just shut up and
leave the kid alone. You aren't any better than he is."

"Shut the fuck up," said the biggest of the two who looked like a lineman
for his school's football team. The smaller of the two bullies added,
"Yeah, we don't need any shit from an English fairy. Just look at the
scorecard."

"I am well aware of the scorecard. You two have been shaving strokes the
entire game. If you were honest, you would be at the bottom two of this
foursome rather than second and third."

"Oh, so you're telling us, you're not shaving strokes," said the smaller of
the assholes.

"No, I am not."

Joe, Tyler, and Michael had been following Ian's group and saw the
confrontation building. Joe got one of the tournament officials' attention.

"What's the problem?" the official asked the four golfers.

"This asshole thinks we're cheating," the larger said.

"I don't think you're cheating, I know you're cheating. After the
ridiculously false score you reported on the second hole, I've been careful
to keep count of your strokes. He's shaved nine strokes in the last six
holes," Ian pointed to the smaller guy, "and he's shaved eight."

The official looked at the younger kid and asked, "Do you agree that they
are shaving strokes?" the kid nodded.

By that time a crowd had gathered and the boy's coaches and tournament
director had arrived. The discussion was getting heated with each coach
defending his own players' integrity. Joe stepped up to the Salt Fork coach
and whispered something in his ear that made him smile.

The Salt Fork coach said, "There are ten holes left to play, so the four of
us coaches and this official will walk with the boys and keep the score."

The larger of the cheater's coach began to protest, but was cut off by the
tournament director, who said, "That seems like a very good suggestion."
The tournament director was the coach of the host school, and at previous
tournaments his own golfers had complained that the scorecards turned in by
the teams these two players were from weren't accurate.

By this time, the buzz of what was going on had circulated around the
course and more people were showing up to watch. Finally, the objecting
coach said, "Fine. I guess golf isn't a gentleman's game anymore."

On the ninth hole Ian had honors. The fairway was long, straight and
narrow. Ian looked at Joe and the crew standing in the gallery. He pulled
out his driver and sent his drive screaming down the middle of the fairway
to set up a perfect birdie opportunity. The two cheaters were up second and
third and both shanked their drives into the timber. The young kid played
it safe and hit a solid shot to the middle of the fairway. Ian did get his
birdie, the kid picked up a par, and the bigger cheater shot two over par,
and the other cheater was four over par.

The rest of the round went the same way. Ian put on a clinic, and the
cheaters continued to play like crap. The kid and his coach were all smiles
when the round ended. Without the constant harassment of the two cheaters,
and with Ian's regular encouragement, he settled down and finished just
four over par.

As for the two cheaters, they didn't even bother to turn in their
scorecards and just loaded up their clubs. To make matters worse for the
cheater teams, work got around about Ian calling out the two players in his
foursome, and the rest of the teams' scores came under scrutiny.

Ian easily took first, but what he received the most congratulations for
was confronting cheaters. While everyone seemed to know what was going on,
there was a hesitancy on the part of other players and coaches to make it
an issue.

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As soon as the medals presentation was over, Joe, Tyler, Ian, and Michael
jumped into Joe's truck and beat it back to Salt For to get ready for
prom. The theme of the prom was the Roaring Twenties, and Ian, Michael,
Avery, Zach, and Kevin all got matching black tuxes that looked like they
came right out of the Great Gatsby. Zoey found a modern version of a
flapper's dress.

The Salt Fork High School gym had been turned into something right out of
one of F. Scott Fitzgerald's Jazz Age. Because Enid was a half-mile drive
away, it was hard on kids who wanted to include a nice dinner in their prom
evenings. So an anonymous donor offered to have food catered for the
prom. While only the Principal Mayfield and the Junior class sponsor knew
who the donor was, the observant person would have noticed the trays of
food placed around the venue came from the same caterer that did Joe's and
Tyler's New Year's Eve reception.

Joe and Tyler were given the job of manning the entry. They were wearing
1920's style butler costumes Tyler found online. They greeted each student
at the door and welcomed them to prom while also checking to see if anyone
was intoxicated. When Zoey and her boys walked up, Tyler smiled and said,
"Well if this ain't the cat's meow."

Joe said, "Ignore him. He spent all week looking up phrases from the 20s."

"Hey Bo, there's no need to go ratting me out. Savvy?" Tyler said, Joe
rolled his eyes, and the kids laughed and entered the prom.

Like most high dances, the first half-hour is a bit slow. No one wants to
be the first couple on the floor while everyone else is watching. Finally,
Zoey grabbed Kevin's hand and said, "Let's go. It's time for someone to
break the ice. Kevin looked like he'd rather get kicked in the nuts than go
out on the dance floor.

Ian said, "Don't worry Kev, Michael and I, Avery and Zach will be right
there with you. Won't we guys?"

"Sure...Absolutely...Let's go," came from the three, and they all walked to
the middle of the court and began to dance. They were soon joined by six or
seven more couples, and by the time the next song started the floor was
full of dancers.

After a solid hour of dancing, Ian said, "Let's take a break, take some
pictures, and get something to eat and drink."

Each of the couples took pictures together, then the group took a couple of
pictures. After grabbing some food, they found a table. They chatted a bit
about nothing in particular, then Kevin said, "I can't believe it's only
five weeks to graduation."

"I don't know if I should be sad or happy about that," Avery said.

"I think it's okay to be both," Zoey said.

"So much has happened to us this year," Zach said. "I'm afraid graduation
is going to seem more like a funeral than a celebration. I've already lost
a lot this year. I don't think I could stand to lose any of you."

Avery wrapped his arms around Zach and said, "You are not going to lose any
of us. You hear me?"

Zach smiled, gave Avery a kiss and said, "Sometimes I get focused on what
I've lost, rather than remembering to be grateful for what I've gained. On
balance, it's been a very good year."

"Shit, that's so good," Avery said. "I wish I had said that." The group
burst into laughter.

"Well", Kevin said, "I plan to make the rest of the year biscuits and
gravy."

"Biscuits and gravy? What the hell does that mean?" Avery asked.

"It's something Aunt Claudia says. She once told me that life is a bowl of
gravy and we are all biscuits. It's our job to sop up as much gravy as we
can."

"That is the most redneck thing that has ever come out of your mouth, but I
like it," Zoey said and gave him a kiss. "Now come on. I think there's a
gravy spill in the middle of the court." Zoey grabbed Kevin's hand and
pulled him back onto the dance floor.

At 10:30, it was time to announce the prom king and queen. First, Kevin was
named Prom King, then Zoey was named Iueen. Ian took pictures of Kevin
placing the crown on Zoey and the two dancing together; then he sent them
to Claudia.

Prom ended at midnight. Normally there would be a couple of unofficial
after-prom parties. However, the week before in one of the neighboring high
schools, several students were involved in an alcohol related car accident,
and two had to be LifeWatched to OKC. After that, most of the students at
Salt Fork decided an after-prom party would be a bad idea. It became clear
that so few students would actually show up, that the parties were
canceled.

Truthfully, Ian wasn't the least disappointed that the parties was
canceled. He had his own party planned and there was only one person
invited. Once home, Ian grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and they
headed to Ian's bedroom and quickly got out of their tuxes. Ian kissed
Michael and said follow me. They went out to the back deck, and quickly
took the cover off the hot tub and climbed in.

"Fuck, this feels so good," Michael said.

Ian handed Michael a glass of wine and settled down next to him. They
didn't really do much talking. Instead, they looked at the stars, drank
wine, and made out. After an hour, the wine was gone and Ian said, "Let's
go back inside."

Once in bed, Michael said, "Babe, I really want you to make love to me."

Ian gently kissed Michael and said, "Of course babe."

Ian climbed on top of Michael who immediately wrapped his arms and legs
around Ian. The two kissed passionately as they ground their cocks
together. Soon they were both ready for more, and Ian slid down and took
Michael's dripping cock and began to suck it while gently fingering his
ass. Michael moaned as Ian began to prep his hole.

"Oh fuck, that feels soooo good," Michael said. "Go deeper," and Ian slid
two fingers in as far as he could and gently began massaging Michael's
prostate. Michael grabbed a pillow to silence his screams of pleasure. When
Ian replaced the fingers with his cock, Micheal grabbed hold of the sheet
and screamed, "Yes, yes, that is what I need."

Once his cock was fully buried in Michael, Ian began to fuck slowly in and
out. Michael would occasionally clench his sphincter as tightly as possible
around Ian's cock and moan. Ian pushed himself up in a kneeling position
and grabbed Michael's hips. "Fuck you are gorgeous," Ian said and began to
thrust harder.

"Yes, yes, fuck my ass," Michael cried. " I need to cum so bad."

Ian wrapped a fist around Michael cock and began working it with long slow
strokes. Then Michael grabbed onto the headboard for leverage and pushed
himself onto Ian's hard cock. "Oh babe, your cock is so hard, it's
soooo,.... Oh fuck, I'm cummmming, I'm cummmming, Michael screamed and
began shooting rope after rope of warm, ivory cum.

"That's it, babe." Ian said as he stared into Michael's intense
eyes. "Shoot that load. Cover your sexy abs and chest with cum." Then Ian
leaned forward and licked up a warm thick trail of cum and swallowed it.

"So fucking hot." Michael managed to say through clenched teeth. Ian picked
up the speed and force of his thrusts, and as he did so bent over
Michael. Ian was sweating and dripping onto Michael. With Ian leaning over
him, Michael could reach Ian's nipples, so he grabbed them and gave each a
pinch and held it. Ian inhaled a big breath and began to unload deep inside
Michael. Repeatedly Ian's buttocks contracted, his balls tightened, and his
cock disgorged wads of jism.

Once spent, Ian let his cock slowly fall for Michael's hole releasing a
flood cum. "Oh damn," Michael said, "I am so full." Ian smiled and lapped
up another streak of cum from Michael's chest. This time he slowly let it
drip from his tongue into Michael's open mouth. Then Ian kissed Michael so
they could share the cum with each other.

After a few minutes more of kissing, Ian said, "Come babe, let's rinse
off." The two ran for the shower and soon were enjoying feeling the warm,
soothing water on their bodies. As Ian washed Michael's back, they began to
chat about the end of school, graduation, and the summer. Michael turned to
face Ian and said, "Do you want anything special for a graduation present?"

Ian said, "Yes...you....in bed.....with me...every night."

Michael smiled and said, "It looks like we want the same thing."


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