Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2013 08:20:13 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: Diamond Dreams Chapter 51 Welcome back for another chapter of the Mayfield Trilogy. The introductory theme today is to please donate to the Nifty Archive to keep the source of stories alive and well. In this chapter, Noah decides to make things right with his sister. The boys in Eric's class start their senior year. Marty and Jeffrey are reunited sooner than they'd anticipated. Dallas sees his life getting better as we cover the boys' lives from August to October. CHAPTER 51 SENIORS Noah knew what he wanted to do. But as he thought about carrying out his plan, he decided that it was more something he needed to do rather that something he wanted to do. He looked at the digital clock on his nightstand and saw that it was just after ten thirty pm. He'd been lying on his back in the dark for the last twenty minutes thinking about what was about to ensue. He'd been planning what he was going to do since he and Eric had left Whitefish on Saturday. Well, he thought, this isn't going to get any easier, so I might as well get up and do it. He got out of bed with a long sigh, not bothering to put anything on. He'd walked into the upstairs hallway naked many times, so slipping pants on while he went from one bedroom to another wasn't necessary. He slipped out of his room, ambled down the hall to the neighboring bedroom and walked in. The light was on and his sister Lisa was in bed reading a book. "Well, it's my sexy little brother. This is a nice surprise," Lisa said. "When the door opened, I was expecting a different brother than you." "Which one," Noah asked, "Nicky or Shane?" "Either or both, but certainly not you." "I needed to talk with you." "Do you usually come into a girl's room naked just to talk?" "I don't go into a girl's room at all unless it's my sister's room." Lisa chuckled and said, "It's been a few years since I've seen you in my room—naked at night, that is." Noah nodded. "The last time was the day Bobby died." "Well, don't stand there, get into bed with me and let's talk." Noah went under the covers with his sister. He was not surprised to find her naked since sleeping naked seemed to be a family trait, at least as far as he and his siblings were concerned. "Tell me what it is you wanted to talk about," Lisa said. Noah lay next to his sister, their naked teen bodies touching. Noah was surprised to feel a stirring in his groin as he felt the warmth of his eighteen year old sister's body. He wanted to turn on his side and face her, but he was concerned he might get a full erection, which was not something he desired. He told Lisa things she already knew and things she didn't know. He talked to her regarding his guilt feelings when he cut Bobby short while he lay naked in bed with her. He told her how he didn't want to share those feelings with anybody for fear people would hate him for being the reason Bobby didn't have his helmet with him. He told her how he knew that if he admitted to himself that Bobby's accident was not his fault in any way that it would mean it was all Bobby's fault, and he didn't want to admit that. "And because of all of those thoughts you never came back into my room," Lisa said. "That implies that you placed some of the blame on me as well." "I guess I did in a way," Noah said quietly. "I would think to myself that if I hadn't been in bed with my sister, nothing bad would have happened. Plus, every time I thought back to that morning and that phone call, a voice in my head would tell me that my being with you was proof that the accident was all my fault." The two siblings talked some more about that morning and the four years since then. Noah told Lisa how, with the help of Espowyes, Eric and Marty, he finally was able to confront his demon and face the truth. "So that means you're cured?" Lisa asked. "It means I know how to face my demon when I need to. It means I understand what truly happened that day. Espowyes says it means I have all but completed the grieving process." "How does Marty fit in? He didn't go to Montana with you." Noah told her about his buying the alcohol and the marijuana. He told her about how Marty twice kept him from using it. And he told her how Marty would often talk to him about some of the tenets of the program that was keeping him sober. He showed Noah how it would help him to use some of the philosophy to help come to terms with himself. Lisa put Noah's hand on her well-developed breast. He started to unconsciously rub her nipple, and then increased the pressure as he kneaded her right breast. "Are you looking to lose your virginity tonight?" she asked. "No. Maybe I will at some time with somebody, but I really doubt it. Eric has done it once; I suppose I could survive it. But, in the unlikely event I lose my cherry, I don't want it to be with my sister." "Understood, although I think it would be nice for both of us." Noah placed his head on his sister's breast and licked it, then moved to her left breast and sucked it as he rubbed her right one. "You and Nicky," she said, "my two gay brothers who enjoy sucking my boobs, but won't fuck me." "I would think Shane would have been enough as far as brotherly incest goes." "Oh, he was plenty. I miss doing it with him, even if we do make-out sometimes." Noah went back to enjoying his sister's breast as she started masturbating herself. Noah found himself humping Lisa's leg until she made a suggestion. He smiled when he heard what she had to say. He got on top of her, his cock lined up between her breasts, and did what Shane often did since he and Lisa had stopped having intercourse. He titty-fucked her, humping the space between her breasts as she pushed them tightly against his sixteen year old teen tool. When he came, it was over her face and neck and between her boobs. It took her almost no time to bring herself to an intense orgasm. After they finished, Lisa wiped herself clean. She and Noah then slept together for the first time since the night before Bobby's death. Lisa and Noah both felt that they had accomplished a great deal towards Noah's healing process and towards righting the relationship between the two of them. Noah didn't bother to return to his room that night. [NOAH] By sleeping with Lisa last Wednesday, I was able to put more of the demon to rest. However, I could see no reason to sleep with her again. She was my sister after all. But, as she put it, you never know what the future might hold. We talked about that night a few times. She told me it had been fun for her and she was happy to help me out. She said having me titty- fuck had been very sexy for her, and if I ever changed my mind I could do it to her any time, or go even farther. "You really do need to get laid once," Lisa told me while we were eating breakfast this morning. "I have been laid," I told her. "I meant by a girl, silly." "Unlike some of my gay friends, including my boyfriend, I do not feel the need to prove my manhood by having sexual intercourse with a female member of the species." "In other words, you're chicken." "A crude sibling would flip you the bird at this time," I said. "I rest my case," she said with that lilting laugh of hers. "You feel that way only because you have been...um...yeah, you have been FUCKED by both of my boyfriends." I emphasized the word fuck. Both Bobby and Eric had had intercourse with my sister— in Eric's case, she took his virginity. "You know that it turned you on when it happened." "That doesn't alter the fact that you seduced them." "As I recall, they seemed pretty eager to be seduced." This time I did flip her a quick bird. "My, my, little brother, you seem to be the crude sibling this morning." "Only because I love you, big sister." I gave her a brotherly kiss on the cheek. "As I love you, Noah. You're a pretty special brother, and I will miss you terribly." Lisa would be leaving for college in a couple of weeks. "As much as you'll miss Shane?" Her twin brother was going to a different university—Jerome would be going to the same one as her, however. "Well...he is more willing to find his way to my bed, as is Nicky." "Three would be a crowd." We exchanged quick kisses, cleaned our breakfast stuff off of the counter and went our own ways. That night the other half of the McCall twins came into my bedroom. This time I was the one with the light on, reading in bed. "Hi, Shane, this is a nice surprise." Shane was wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs, but he quickly shed them and climbed into my bed. I was wearing nothing, of course. "You almost had a visit from Nicky, but I told him tonight was my turn." "Nicky is in my bed a lot. With you it is a bit of a rarity." "You spent a night with Lisa, so I thought a night with me was appropriate. I will be leaving soon, too." "I'm going to miss you both." He turned on his side and wrapped an arm around me. "I live in the greatest family. I have three great brothers, a sexy and incredibly wonderful twin sister, and the best parents in the world. I'm going to miss everybody." "Glenn hasn't lived here regularly for quite awhile." "I'm still going to miss him," he said with a chuckle. "He's going to be here for a couple of days before you leave." "I know, and I have an idea about that." "Oh? Do tell." "The four of us McCall boys need to have a first and final circle jerk together. The four of us have jerked off with one another, and have done more than that, but all four of us have never done anything with each other at the same time." "Wow, and this awesome idea comes courtesy of the only straight boy in the family." "Us minorities do serve a purpose," Shane said. "Well, if we can find the time to do it, I'm all for it. I'm sure Nicky will be, and I have a feeling Glenn won't mind." I certainly didn't mind what Shane wanted to do with me that night. When he entered my ass, I understood why Lisa and Tonya loved him in bed. He was eighteen, but he understood how to make love, even to a boy. Nicky and I are the only boys he's fucked. As far as I know, he's fucked Lisa, Tonya, and two others on the xx chromosome side. He has been active in bed since he was ten and he and Lisa took each other's cherries. Shane understood sex. After a half hour of lovemaking, I had an incredibly intense orgasm, spewing my cum all over my sheets. It was a good thing all of us boys washed our own clothes and sheets—we certainly didn't want to shock mom with the pecker tracks we frequently left on our bedding or in our underwear. I knew we had all left some cum stains on Lisa's bedding, as well. Within two minutes he was filling my ass and then fell on top of me, panting hard. "Damn, if it wasn't for the fact I love girls so much, I could almost be gay. You and Nicky are the tightest fucks around." "You apparently are a bit on the bi side." "Just a bit. I could never be gay; I won't bottom, I won't kiss, and you guys lack boobs and a nice wet pussy. Speaking of boobs, I hear you made good use of Lisa's." I grinned and gave my brother a kiss on the lips, the first time I ever kissed him. Surprisingly, he didn't back away. Instead he returned it, giving me his tongue. We kissed madly for maybe three minutes before coming up for air. "That kiss was a one-time thing," Shane said. "But I really love you a lot, bro." "I love you, too, bro. I think I'm beginning to understand what mom and dad mean by empty nest syndrome." "It will get worse for everybody. You'll be leaving in a year, and poor Nicky will be by himself at the tender age of fourteen." "Thankfully, he'll have Jeffrey." "Yeah. I wonder what straight teenager in this country has three brothers who are all gay." "I don't know, but you know you love it." "I do, Noah. I hated it for awhile, but you got me over that hump. Now, I actually love it and love you. Think of all the dirty old uncles my kids are going to have." The two of us snuggled up and were soon asleep. That was the last time I would ever have sex alone with Shane and the last time I would ever sleep with him. Lisa and Shane were leaving for adulthood, which I guess meant no more playing around with their siblings. The next week Shane and Lisa slept together three different times, the third night being their last time before splitting up for college. They suspended their embargo on intercourse and did it five times those three nights, figuring they would never do it again. All of us were growing up in many ways. We didn't have time for the big brotherly circle jerk when Glenn came to visit. But it was an idea that had to happen, and eventually it did. Kevin woke up in the dark and checked the clock on the nightstand. It read 5:05, way too early to get up, even on the first day of school— the first day of his senior year in high school. He rolled over and draped his arm over the body of his twin brother, Kraig. While it would have been nice to have spent the night with Lars, he never had a problem sleeping with Kraig. He had spent the last five nights with Lars, after all, three of them here and the other two in the bed of his blond boyfriend. He had spent many nights with his twin brother, dating back to their preschool years. Last night the twins had spent a lot of time talking. Starting their senior year was a much more emotional event than they thought it would be. While they talked, they also made out, and when the two of them made out they always ended up having sex. Last night it was the two of them dry humping, so they could kiss and touch and feel and moan and purr and cover each other with their nearly identical sperms. The twins and Korey were experts at getting ready for school in the morning without getting into each other's way. Korey was starting his sophomore year at Mayfield High. Kraig and Kevin showered together first. As soon as they finished, Korey jumped into the shower. Their parents had their own bathroom, and knew how to conserve the hot water so their three teen boys had enough. After dressing, eating, brushing, and preening, the three brothers caught their school bus. They lived at the far end of town and were among the few town residents who rode a bus to school. They often walked home, usually with their boyfriends. As soon as they arrived at school, the twins split up, looking for their boyfriends. Korey waited for Chandler's bus to arrive. Lars and Hunter both walked to school and knew Kevin and Kraig would be waiting for them. The Mayfield baseball group met in the commons area while they waited for the bell for home room. There was the usual first day of school buzz of anticipation in the air. "Can you believe we're seniors?" Hunter asked. "I've been thinking and thinking about this day and now that it's here...well, I almost can't believe it." "Believe, Hunter, believe," Danny said. "Our time has come." "Isn't that what Danny said when he blew his wad all over his watch?" Noah asked. "What did he say?" Hunter said. "Think about it, Hunter," Kevin said. "I don't get it." Kevin shook his head. "He said, `Our time has cum.'" Hunter gave Noah a blank look as Kevin whisked his hand over Hunter's head saying, "Whooooooooshhhhh." It was then that the light bulb went on. "Fuck. I should have known it was all about a pun, seeing as it came from Noah." "You've known me how long?" Noah asked. "Long enough to know I have to hang on every word you say." "Which is my goal, of course. When you do that it makes even my most unimportant drivel something of interest to my legions of fans," Noah said. "The BS is getting very deep here," Eric said. "I hope everybody has their hip boots on." The ringing of the bell brought the chatter to an end. The boys headed off to their respective homerooms. Their senior year had officially begun. Eric had been elected student body president, which was why he wasn't at the baseball jock lunch table. Instead he was presiding over his first student government meeting of the school year. There had been meetings the week before school; however this was the first official meeting. He'd been the freshman and junior class president, but Mary Alice had defeated him his sophomore year. While he enjoyed the position, he preferred heading The Go to State Team to being ASB president. On the other hand, the student body gig was prestigious and looked good on his resume. Although he served in the student senate during his sophomore year, representing his home room, he had missed being in the thick of student government. Noah, who served as student body treasurer, was having lunch at the meeting as well. At the baseball jock lunch table, the topic was football. The Mustangs, who were defending Seamount League champions, had their first game coming up that night. Kevin, Lars, Hunter, Danny, Scott, and Carl were all on the varsity football team. Noah, Kraig, and Eric all played club soccer in the fall. Like most A schools, Mayfield High didn't have a soccer team; soccer players competed on club teams outside of school. The soccer players would be at the football game that night cheering for the Mustangs and their friends. As was always the case, Friday night home games were a big social affair. There was football to watch and pizza or burgers to be eaten afterwards. Sometimes there was word of a kegger, but almost none of the athletes showed up for those. Mayfield High School athletes used to be notorious partiers, but over the past few years the boys on the Go to State Team had set an example by staying away from the beer party scene. Their parties were more pizza and soda parties than the beer and chips parties. The Mustangs won their only non-league game 27-6. After the game, the senior baseball jocks, along with Justin, Toby, Chandler, Korey, and Mikey met at Eric's house, which barely had room for such a large contingent. Eric's parents loved having the throng of teen athletes crowding the house, realizing that in less than a year the close-knit group of boys would be heading in different directions. Plenty of pizza had been ordered from The Bear. Eric and Noah had statistics fourth period, which was the first period after lunch for them. Coach Sanders was the teacher. This was the first year the class was being offered. Coach Sanders was not only an excellent baseball coach, he was also a crackerjack math teacher. Because of how he had been pushing a lot of students since their middle school days, quite a few of the Mayfield seniors had completed calculus as juniors. Coach Sanders convinced the school board to allow him to teach a one semester statistics class so that his top math students would have a math class to take as seniors. The two seniors loved to sneak into the coach's classroom early once or twice a week for the purpose of discussing baseball, as well as other less important topics. Coach Sanders, for his part, enjoyed the visits of two of the brightest students in the senior class. It gave him a warm feeling to see how well the two boys matched up. There was no doubt they were boyfriends and they made no attempt to hide the fact. "Hey, Coach," Noah said as he entered the classroom. Coach Sanders was at his computer reading his email. "Good afternoon boys. You picked a good day for a visit." "And why is that? Were you missing our natural charm?" Noah asked. "I get a good dose of that in class every day, not that I don't appreciate it. No, the main reason is an interesting email I received just now." "Does it have to do with baseball?" Eric asked. "Are you really that one-dimensional?" Noah asked his lover. "I am when I'm around Coach Sanders," Eric replied. "At least until the bell rings to start class. Then I become a math freak, especially when he gets to talking about baseball statistics." "You are hopeless." Coach Sanders laughed at the witty banter of the two teens. He was going to miss those two boys more than any students he had ever taught or coached. The influence they had over their teammates, their schoolmates, the baseball program, and the school as a whole, could not be underemphasized. "The two of you know that the 3-A and the 4-A schools play their state tournament at Safeco Field if the Mariners schedule has them out of town that weekend, right?" They both nodded yes, wondering why the coach had asked them a question that he knew they knew the answer to. The 3-A and 4-A schools were the biggest high schools in the state and had played their finals at Safeco most springs since they could remember. "So what does that have to do with us coach?" Eric asked. "Well, the State Athletic Activities Board meets on the third Tuesday of each month..." "...which would be today," Noah interjected. Eric gave him a look. "I learned about reading calendars and calculating dates in kindergarten math. I just wanted to show off for the coach," Noah told him. "What does this have to do with us, coach?" Eric asked. "It seems the commission received a grant to try something new on a three-year trial basis." "Don't leave us in suspense," Noah said. "Over the next three springs that the big schools can play at Safeco, they want to add one of the three smaller schools." The three smaller classifications were B, A, and 2-A. Mayfield was an A school. That got the complete attention of the two boys. "This year the tournament is at Safeco if I read the Mariner schedule right," Eric said. "Do you need calendar reading tips from me?" Noah asked. Eric planted a big kiss on Noah's lips. "What I need is for you to shut up and listen. Which classification did they pick as the first one to play there?" "They haven't picked one yet," Coach Sanders said. "And even if they do, this probably won't happen this year." "I don't see how they would pick the A schools," Noah said. "They will either pick the B's or the 2A's since they are at either end of the line with us being in the middle." "There is a motion that was tabled for next month. The two scenarios you brought up are in the motion, but there is a third possibility." "That the A schools will be first?" both boys asked simultaneously. "No, that the first classification gets picked by a random drawing." "That would give us one chance in three of getting drawn," Eric said. He turned to Noah and added, "I know this because I pay attention in the awesome statistics class taught by our baseball coach." "Flattery gets you everywhere, gentlemen. Not wishing to burst your balloons, but I need to add that even if they pick that scenario and end up picking the A schools to play at Safeco, we still need to earn our way there. The defending champion does not get an automatic invitation. Plus, there is some objection to starting the experiment this year because it would mean the schools in that classification would have to make last minute changes to their spring baseball schedules." "Damn, once again we get put into our place," Noah said. "Don't worry coach, we don't have big heads. You know we've been working hard getting ready for February and the first turnout." "I am not worried about you boys having big heads. I just wanted to make sure you had everything in perspective." "When are you going to tell the team?" Eric asked as the bell ending lunch rang. "I'm not. I can't think of a faster means of communication than you two. I trust you both not to overreact to this bit of information and make sure your teammates don't either." "Not to worry coach, we'll take care of things," Eric said. Just then Gavin and Lars entered the classroom. Noah saw them and beckoned them over. "Hey guys," he said to them, "guess what?" Marty's last Friday class ended at two o'clock. He went to his dormitory room to drop off his books and pick up his already packed overnight bag. If he drove straight through to Mayfield, he should make it there in time to watch most of the football game. The game wasn't his reason for going home, however. He wanted to be present for a special event. Going to the game and seeing his old high school friends was just a bonus. Rich had a big paper due on Monday and wouldn't be going with him. Marty had to do some reading and write a short paper, but it was all stuff he could do at home. He planned to devote Saturday afternoon to studying. He hadn't planned to go to Mayfield this soon after school started, but he found it hard to turn down the pleading invitation he had received. It appeared all the histrionics that occurred when he separated from the Hurricane hadn't been all that necessary. Marty got to the Mayfield football field just before half-time. He saw that the undefeated Mustangs were tied with Harborview at 14-14. When he tried to purchase his ticket, the retired teacher at the gate waved him through. "No way would I charge an honored alumnus to watch only half of a game. Hell, I might have let you through for the entire game. How are you doing, Marty? It's good to see you." "I'm doing great, Mr. Franklin. You're looking good." Marty had never had Bud Franklin for a teacher, but the retired educator followed Mustang sports closely. He knew the athletes and the athletes knew him. Marty found Eric and Noah in the stands. They knew he was coming and waved him up to a spot they had saved for him. The half ended a couple of minutes after Marty took his seat. The second half didn't go smoothly for the Mustangs. Hunter threw three interceptions. Those three turnovers along with a lost fumble opened up the floodgates as the Tugs outscored the Mustangs 21-6 in the second half for a 35-20 win. The Mustangs were thoroughly thrashed for their first loss. The postgame gathering was at the Bear's, where a great deal of pizza and soda was consumed. "This is the kind of stuff from high school that I really miss," Marty said. "But you like college, right?" Eric asked. "Oh, I love college. They work your ass off there, but damn, I'm learning a lot. One thing I'm really learning is that studying hard in high school and studying hard in college are not the same things. Rich and I both are learning to budget our time and plan things out every day. I hate to think how busy I'm going to be once baseball starts. It will take up a lot more time than our fall workouts." When he went to his apartment at the Bednarzyck's that night, Marty was not surprised to see a twelve year old boy in his bed. The Hurricane had been at the game, sitting with Nicky and some other friends. He made sure Marty saw him after the game was over. "I'm so happy you're back already," Jeffrey said as he walked over to Marty. "I thought it was going to be forever before you came back." He squeezed Marty a little tighter. "And I think it was forever. I'll be in bed," Jeffrey said after giving Marty another big hug and babbling on about how happy he was to see his big brother. "I figured as much," Marty said. "I was just wondering which one." "Yours, silly. Why would I be in anybody else's?" "I thought maybe you might be in bed with your boyfriend over there," Marty said, pointing to Nicky. "I would be, except you're home." Marty smiled and ruffled the Hurricane's already mussed up hair. "I'll look forward to time with you, little bro." The Hurricane gave Marty his patented smile. He hugged Marty, hugged Nicky, and ran off to find his father. When Marty finally got home, it was after ten. He went into the house and said his hellos to George and Carla Bednarzyck. After the hugs and greetings, he went back to his car and grabbed his overnight bag, his satchel of books, and a very special stuffed animal. As he entered the apartment, he was sure he'd find Jeffrey in his bed, but wasn't sure if the young boy would be awake. What he found was a wide-awake Hurricane, his head propped up on a couple of pillows, reading a book. "Marty, you brought Mortimer! I knew you would. Teddy is on the shelf. He was a very lonely Freddy bear." "I thought he had Sammy's leopard to keep him company." "He did, but it's not the same has having another bear. Sammy kept me company, too, but it's not the same as a big brother with hair on his body. Now, get naked and get in bed with me." Marty obliged the eager Hurricane. He scooted under the covers and let his hand go directly to Jeffrey's pubic area and rubbed the smooth skin. "No hair yet," Marty said. "I told you I'd text you if I got any." "I thought maybe a couple grew in since you last looked." Jeffrey threw himself at Marty and hugged him, then kissed his lips, and then gave him tongue, all the while rubbing Marty's teen cock into a seven inch boner. Marty had turned nineteen on Wednesday, and his sexual tools were those of an adult. "I wouldn't have cried so much if I knew you were going to be back this soon," Jeffrey said. He barely took a breath as he changed gears. "I want to suck you today," Jeffrey said. "Whatever you want is good with me, little bro." Jeffrey struggled some with Marty's long, thick tool, just as he always did. But he got into a rhythm and soon had the college boy moaning with pleasure. Marty had his big hand wrapped around the tween's skinny three inch cock, rubbing it, jerking it, playing with his marble sized balls, rubbing his smooth, skinny ass, making the young boy, who now had three inches of Marty's cock stuffed in his mouth, feel good. It didn't take long for Marty to grunt out, "Oh, fuck, shit, Jeffrey, that feels so fucking good. I'm about to blow...get ready...ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Marty knew that sometimes Jeffrey liked to swallow and sometimes he liked to have the cum shot into his mouth. This time the Hurricane kept sucking Marty's cock, as the nineteen year old shot wad after wad of his hot, thick cum into the preteen's mouth. This time Jeffrey did something different--he didn't swallow. Instead he let the cum flow out of his mouth and down his chin, rubbing the mixture of cum and saliva over his face as Marty masturbated him at a furious pace. "Fuck, Marty, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Jeffery squealed in his young boy's voice. "Oh, fuck, here I cum." Marty made sure to give the little helmet head of Jeffrey's cocklet extra stimulation as the boy shot his watery cum on his belly and into Marty's hand. The boys kissed some as they came down from their sexual highs. "Damn, you cuss a lot when you cum," Marty said to the little seventh grader." "Nicky says I do, too. I told him I learned that from a master." "Oh, little Stormy, you say the nicest things," Marty said with a laugh. "Let's clean up and brush and get ourselves to sleep." "I'll brush, but I won't clean my face until the morning," Marty knew that Jeffrey had a bit of a cum fetish. He loved having Marty's cum, or anybody's cum for that matter, rubbed on his body and face after sex. The two "brothers" fell into a sound sleep, with Jeffrey holding Marty tightly. They showered together in the morning and enjoyed a waffle and egg breakfast prepared by Mrs. B. Marty chatted with Mr. B for awhile, then told everybody he was putting out his "Do Not Disturb" sign so he could get his schoolwork finished. Marty and the Bednarzycks invited a pair of special guests to dinner that evening, Dallas and Milton, aka The Schnoz. After dinner, Mr. B, Marty, and the two guests were going to the meeting in Centralia. It was birthday night, and fifteen year old Dallas would be collecting his one-year birthday chip. Dallas's sobriety birthday was why Marty made the trek from Pullman to Mayfield that weekend. Dallas now lived with The Schnoz. He had been having more and more difficulty dealing with the ready access to alcohol and drugs at his mother's house. That, along with his being hit on by one of his mother's boyfriends and his buddy, brought back memories of his middle school days when he was a boy toy for Randy's father and his sleazy pals. Dallas didn't ask for anybody's permission to move, he simply left the house with a cardboard box full of clothes and trudged to Milton's house just before the school year started. His mother was having another of her drunken parties and he had had enough. He knew he either had to leave or get drunk and stoned at one of the parties, and then probably fucked, by the adults. He'd been sleeping at Milton's house ever since. Marty and Dallas had kept in constant contact since Marty left for college. Mr. B did some legal work to make Milton a temporary guardian. Mr. B thought that the gruff and grumpy Schnoz was exactly what Dallas needed right then, and that Dallas might be just as good for The Schnoz. Dallas and Milton rode with Marty and Mr. B to Centralia. Marty told about the meetings he'd attended on campus. He had already made some good friends among the recovering alcoholics and addicts on campus. He and Rich had also found some gay friends as they worked to fit into college life. The birthday meeting consisted of coins, talks, sharing, and cake. When Dallas received his coin, the told of how Milton and Marty, his sponsors, helped keep him sober. He told of moving out and how his mother hardly seemed to miss him. He didn't tell how he desperately wanted a boyfriend, which wasn't a topic he felt comfortable with in that venue. Dallas got congratulations and hugs after the meeting and was told to keep coming back. He had felt comfortable talking about the topic of a boyfriend with Marty and Milton however. On the drive back to Mayfield, Dallas remembered a talk he'd had with Milton a week after he'd shown up at his sponsor's door carrying his box. "I have a year in, Milton. We're not supposed to have a new relationship in our first year, but now I can have one." "What's your point, son?" "I need a boyfriend, bad." "And why is that?" "Because the other gay boys in Mayfield have boyfriends." "What's your point, son?" Milton asked again. "My point is, I want to be like them and be happy." "What can you control?" "Just myself." "Then work on that part of your life, controlling yourself and what you can do. The rest will take care of itself." "You're no help at all." "I'm not supposed to be. I'm just working to keep me sober, and hope by doing that I might keep you sober as well. But I will tell you this, son--having a fifteen year old boy sitting on my couch wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts is not good for my heart." "Do I turn you on, Milton?" Dallas asked with a smirk. "Perhaps, as long as you are living here, you could wear a bit more around the house," the Schnoz said while avoiding a direct answer. After that, Dallas enjoyed teasing Milton by walking around the house in just his boxers, or, after a shower, with just a towel draped around himself. Nothing sexual had happened between the two, but they both seemed to like the byplay, even if Milton didn't show it. A week later, Milton said, "You know I like boys, right?" "We've always thought that back in middle school. And don't worry, I have no plans to reveal your secret." "I wasn't worrying. If I was going to worry about it, I wouldn't have told you." Dallas was wearing only a pair of boxers and socks. "So, why are you telling me this tonight?" "Because you are living here. Seeing you half naked has me praying for strength nightly." "I thought you prayed nightly all the time anyway." "Not like I'm praying these nights." Dallas dropped his boxers to his ankles. "What does seeing me naked do to you?" "It tells me I am making the right decision." Dallas stared at The Schnoz with a frightened look. He wondered if he'd gone too far. He'd been sexually used by adults so often in his young life, it didn't bother him to be around them half naked, or even naked, but he wanted sex to be under his own conditions, not those of an older male. "You're not going to kick me out, are you?" "No, son, I happen to like having your sorry ass around here. But this weekend we're going bed shopping. We're converting my junk room to your bedroom and get you off of this couch. Then you won't always be tempting me with that half-naked body of yours." Dallas stepped out of his boxers, sat next to his mentor, and gave him an awkward hug. "Now my naked body can tempt you. Thanks for being here for me Milton, I mean it." "I never in my life thought I'd have a handsome boy like you living under my roof. God does bring a lot of interesting temptations into one's life." "Does that mean you want to have sex with me?" Dallas had sprung a five-and-a-half inch boner as he sat next to The Schnoz. "Yes it does. But it also means I won't have sex with you, and you know that." "Yeah, I do, and I know it's the right thing. But Milton..." "Yes?" "I love you. And any time you change your mind, I'm willing." This time Milton hugged Dallas. Even though his teen charge had a raging hard-on and was wearing nothing but a pair of socks, Milton managed to avoid going beyond the hug. It was the kind of hug a father would give to his son. While Milton had been good for Dallas, the young teen had also been equally good for the self-styled hermit. Dallas was wakened from his reverie as Mr. B's car pulled up in front of Milton's small house. Everyone said their good nights as Dallas and Milton entered the house. The two slept in their own beds, as they always did, Milton in his four poster queen, and Dallas in his new full size bed. As far as Dallas was concerned, he was home. He crawled into his bed naked, wishing he could go to the other bedroom and cuddle with the first man in his life he truly loved and respected. In the other room, Milton wished he could hear the fifteen year old boy come sneaking into his bedroom. Both of them masturbated to somewhat unfulfilling climaxes. Over at the Bednarzyck's, Jeffrey spent another night in bed with Marty. He let Marty's big shaft fill his little ass. This time he closed his eyes and let Marty fuck him all the way and fill his insides with teen cum. He could hardly wait until Nicky grew to where he could fill him the same way his "big brother" did. This time the boys could leave each other without tears. They had learned over the past month that they could live without each other, and that they weren't going to be apart forever. Marty stopped to visit his mother on Sunday after determining that his father wasn't home. As she always did, Marty's mother pleaded with him to patch up his differences with his father, and as he always did, Marty refused. He was not yet sober and spiritual enough to get past his resentments and accept his father. Lewis Carlson had been doing quite well competing in the monthly dart tournament at the Kicking Horse Tavern in Centralia, at least until the dartboard started to get blurry. Still, his team was maintaining second place in the standings. But when the board started to split into two parts, his darts were flying erratically and his team ended up finishing their last game in third. "Hey, Howie, need another pitcher here," Lewis said, pointing to his team's table. "I'm cutting you off, Lew," Howie said. "Time for you to get your ass home while you can still drive." While Howie was a good bartender and could tell that Lew had had enough to drink, Lewis Carlson was an experienced alcoholic who could hide how drunk he really was. In the past, Lewis usually limited his drinking when he went to Centralia because of the long drive back to Mayfield. He saved his heavy drinking for the watering holes in or near Mayfield. But, over the last few years, his drinking had gotten worse, especially after he'd kicked Marty out of the house. "Dammit, Howie, you can't fucking cut me off. I just got started." "So sue me, Lew. I want you to still be able to drive home." Howie, for all of his experience, was missing Lew Carlson's state of intoxication. "Shit, I got a bitch for a wife, a faggot for a son, and an asshole for a bartender. Shit, you know my queer son don't even have the balls to drink. Too busy packing fudge at that faggot college he goes to. Shit, if it wasn't for hunting, fishing, and good old American beer my life would suck." Lewis grabbed his jacket and got up, stumbling slightly. He headed out of the back door to the parking lot. Lewis knew that when he drove under the influence, if he kept to the speed limit and kept himself in line with the center stripe, he would avoid the attention of the cops. As he headed out of Centralia on Highway 12, he was having the same problem with the center stripe that he'd had with the dart board. He wasn't sure which one of the two stripes was the right one. David Reynolds had his State Patrol car parked along the shoulder of Highway 12. He was on a straightaway about ten miles east of Centralia. It had been a quiet night with no accidents and only two citations issued, one for being fifteen miles an hour over the limit and the other for passing illegally. He saw a pair of headlights approaching from behind and knew instinctively that citation number three was coming. The passing car was weaving along the center stripe, obviously trying to use it to keep from weaving. The tactic wasn't working. Officer Reynolds pulled out onto the highway, hit his flashers, and soon had the weaving car pulled over to the side of the highway. Lewis Carlson had managed to drink and drive and not get caught for quite a few years. His luck had finally run out. After failing various field sobriety tests and a breathalyzer test, he found himself in the back seat of the patrol car being carted off for a night in jail. The next day his wife bailed him out. He complained all the way home about how the State Patrolman had to fulfill his quota or he would never have been stopped. He had his wife stop at the liquor store so he could restock his supply at home. "A man should be able to have a couple of beers and drive home," he said, not mentioning that he blew a 1.8 on the breathalyzer; the legal limit in Washington being 0.8. It appeared that other than a night in jail, not much in the life of Lewis Carlson had changed. Next: Fears