Date: Mon, 03 Oct 2005 23:21:33 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 5

Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 5
By David Lee

Warning:
This story contains scenes of love and sexual interaction.  Much of this
involves males with other males.  If the reading or possessing of such
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Disclaimer:
This story is completely fictional.  Most of the places mentioned, and none
of the characters exist in real life.  Some may possess physical or
personality characteristics of people I know or have known.  But if you see
yourself in this story, your imagination is better than mine!

"Tales from Bentonville" is a romantic story centering on the lives of high
school kids.  Lovers of other ages may appear, but not normally in a
cross-generational sense.  References to sex with under-age kids may be made
for the sake of the story line.  However, I feel that child molestation is a
crime and should not be glorified or tolerated.

This is my fifth attempt at writing fiction.  My other stories on Nifty
include: "Zeke" (August 29, 2005), "Always and Forever" (March 25, 2004)
under High School, "Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip" (April 23, 2004) under
Camping, and "Jacob and Jacques" (May 5, 2004) under High School.  Some
characters from previous stories may have cameo roles in this one.  However,
you need not read them first.


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Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 5

Dane and Colt awakened to find a bit of pale sun shining into Dane's room.
They looked at each other and smiled.  Dane shook his head musing.

"When I saw you knock down Trent that first day in October, I never dreamed
that I would wake up with you in my bed."

In response, Colton started nibbling on Dane's nipples causing him to
stiffen up even harder than he usually was in the morning (if that was
possible).  Before long, they had to stop their play in order to empty their
bladders lest they wet the bed.

The usually simple act of trying to get the stream going turned out to be a
challenge when two horny guys are standing naked and erect in front of the
same pot.  To ease the tension, Dane tickled Colt's loins with the ends of
his fingernails.  Colt giggled and his muscles relaxed.  He nearly pissed on
the floor as he fought to aim his hard dick toward the toilet bowl.

The sound and sight of Colton's golden stream gave Dane the inspiration he
needed to go too.  He moved his cock from side to side so that his urine
intermingled with Colt's.  Both boys were giggling as they played.  Dane
showed off by pinching the end of his foreskin to stem the flow.  His skin
swelled up like a balloon until he let go causing a sudden gush of pee to
spill out.  Colton thought it was great and wished he could do it too.

"Man, I wish I had my skin," Colton sighed.

"Hey, your cock is just fine like it is.  It's cute and I love it.  We can
share my skin."

When they had finished, Dane proceeded to put the tip of his semi-soft cock
up against Colton's.  Then he stretched his prepuce so that it covered the
head of Colt's cock too.  Colton loved the feeling.  In fact he loved it so
much that he started to get hard again.  By the time both guys were fully
erect, Dane's skin couldn't begin to cover that much territory.

Dane started the shower and both guys climbed in.  Their renewed erections
were now demanding attention.  Using plenty of soap each grasped the other's
tools and began to stroke.  As they got closer to their destination, Dane
reached his free hand down to stroke the area beneath Colt's balls.  With
each movement, he was getting closer to the crack of Colton's butt.  Feeling
how good that was, Colt did the same thing to Dane.  The act of giving
pleasure to each other amplified the tingle in their own loins even further.
  Hot, white lava began to erupt from both of them.  They wrapped their arms
around each other to trap their spewing members between them.  This made the
experience more intimate and also helped to steady them so they didn't fall
over.

As they rinsed the residue down the drain, they again exchanged words of
love.  Dane hoped that it meant more to Colton than simply being a response
to sex.  He realized how easy the "l" word tumbled out in the heat of
passion, but he was sure that it meant more than mere lust to him.

After the boys finished doing their morning routine and dressing, they went
downstairs to see what was available for breakfast.  Ellen was mixing up
batter for pancakes.  She had fried little sausages which were now draining
on a paper towel.  The boys' appetites did justice to the abundance of food
she cooked.

The two teens played on the computer for awhile after breakfast.  Then they
tackled the small amount of homework that needed to be done before Monday.
They helped each other with some of it.  It was cool to have a buddy to
study with.  It seemed to make everything go better.

Colton's mother called before lunch to tell him to come home soon.  Dane
begged her to allow him to stay until afternoon.  She agreed after talking
to Ellen.  Ellen assured her that Colt was no problem and that Dane enjoyed
having a good friend to spend the time with.  Sharon was relieved that
Colton had a place to hang out for a few more hours.  Robert would be
mellower later after his hangover subsided.

Eventually, Colt had to make his way home.  Dane's excuse accompany him was
to carry back the unused sleeping bag.  Actually, he wanted to be there in
case Colton's dad was in a bad mood.  Dane figured that the man wouldn't try
anything with a witness around.  Dane had no intention of allowing it!

Colton's father was very polite and hospitable to Dane.  He insisted that
the boy sit down to have some soda pop with them.  It didn't hurt Dane's
stock with Robert that he was DJ's son.  DJ had had a reputation as a lady's
man.  Colton's father thought that the offspring of that stud would surely
be a good influence on Colton unless, of course, he was like his uncle.

Dane went home almost skipping.  He had had great sex with a cute guy who
professed to love him.  He had passed the acid test of meeting the parents.
Life was looking pretty good.

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The weather in Iowa began to change for the better in March.  Even before
the official arrival of spring, temperatures became more moderate.  The
crocuses were in bloom and the sun felt great.

School was relatively uneventful except for the fact that the boys would
slip each other notes between classes.  Usually the correspondence was
pretty tame, but once in awhile, there would be a love note.  They had to be
especially careful not to do the exchange in class where a teacher might
intercept their letters.

Most of the kids were looking forward to spring break.  Unlike the larger
schools, Bentonville did not have a big enough choir or band to take on an
extended trip every year.  Students would usually spend the time being lazy
or going on vacations with their families if the parents could get off and
had the money to travel.

Neither Dane nor Colt was in the position to go anywhere.  They decided to
hang around together for as much of the time as possible.  Dane's
grandmother would be home some of the time, but she had planned to visit
Wade and Roger for a few days.  That meant that the boys could enjoy some
time alone.  Greta was going to fly up and would ride back with Wade and
Roger who were going to spend the weekend with the family in Iowa.

During those alone-times, they truly got acquainted.  They talked about
favorite music, foods, and games as well as problems, hopes, and dreams.
They had lots of interests in common, but each had his own strong area.
Neither guy knew what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, but they
both knew what they were good at.  Colton was very good in math and science.
  He also loved computers although he didn't have one at home.  Dane had a
gift for writing.  Whatever he did in life, it had to involve working with
words.

Of course there were times when they did other things.  Almost daily they
cuddled naked in bed.  One of them would get a goofy grin and start to shed
his clothes; the other would take the hint and follow suit.  Colton would
call Dane: Horny Toad and Dane would call Colton: Colt or Stallion.

Their loving usually started with kissing and petting.  Once that began, it
escalated to a higher level that normally resulted in the loss of lots of
sperm.  Spring break was awesome!

Colt was feeling fine.  He hadn't received any beatings of late because he
had stayed out of his father's way.  It was better for all concerned if he
were not around when the man stumbled in drunk.  Colt could never figure out
why his father seemed to dislike him so much.  No matter how hard Colton had
tried, he could never please the man.  Most of the time, there was a kind of
hostile endurance of the boy, but it was always an uneasy truce.

Colton now had happier thoughts in his head.  He was in love!  His mother
noticed a changed in his outlook and wondered if it had to do with Leah, the
girl he had dated a few times.  She hoped that he would find someone to care
about, but at the same time, she hoped that he wouldn't get anyone pregnant.
  He was too young to bear those responsibilities, just as his father had
been.

Everything went along well during spring break until Colt stayed overnight
with Dane on Wednesday.  There wasn't a problem at the Johnson household; it
was what happened when Colton got home the next afternoon.

His father was waiting for him when he got in the kitchen door.  Work had
let out early because they were off tomorrow for Good Friday.  The man had
obviously been hitting the bottle already.

"What's with this, you little faggot!" the man shouted holding up the
sleeping bag that Colton had forgotten to take to Dane's.  "Did you sleep
with your little boyfriend?"

Colton was quick with an answer.

"There's a guest room right across the hall from his room.  He thought I
would be more comfortable in there."

"Don't lie to me, you bastard whelp!  I searched your room and I found the
note he wrote to you."

Colt's face went white as he realized that he was in deep trouble.  He had
intended to destroy all of the notes that Dane slipped to him at school, but
he found that he couldn't part with this one.  It was one that talked about
wanting to be together for life.  The note had been addressed to: my
Stallion, Colt and was signed: "Your Horny Toad, Dane."  It had meaning for
Colt -- love as well as lust.  He had read it over many times when he was
alone in his room.

At this moment, Colton was trapped in the corner of the kitchen counters.
The big man stood between him and any route of escape.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, you ungrateful, little, cock-sucking son
of a bitch!  Thank God, you are not MY son."

That statement made Colton curious despite the danger he was in.

"What do you mean; I'm not your son?"

"Your mother was barely pregnant when we started dating.  Everyone thought
it was my kid, so I went along with it because I wanted her and I knew your
grandfather would make us get married.  Then she would be mine and no one
else could have her.  You probably got your queer genes from her or maybe
from both sides of your family.  Who knows?  But if you like dick, I'm gonna
give you the opportunity to enjoy a big one after I beat some sense into
you!"

Colton's emotions were in turmoil.  He was elated to hear that Robert wasn't
his father; he hoped that he would survive long enough to enjoy that fact.

As his step-father removed his belt to use on Colt, the boy made a dash to
get away.  Unfortunately, the big man was anticipating it.  Despite his
inebriated state, he was quick enough to grab Colton's arm and throw the boy
to the floor.  Colt turned away just in time to avoid the first lash of
Robert's belt buckle which made a gash in the vinyl floor.

In the past, Colt had often given up and taken the whipping because of fear
and the underlying feeling that he somehow deserved it.  Now, he had a
different attitude.  But while his wrestling training made him quick on his
feet, he was still no match for someone who outweighed him by a hundred or
more pounds.

The second lash caught him on the shoulder biting into his flesh.
Ordinarily this would have made him submissive.  Today, it pumped him.  He
grabbed a big plastic bowl from the dish drainer that he used to ward off
the third strike.  His resistance was making Robert angrier.

Dropping the belt, the big man punched the boy in the chest and face in
rapid succession.  Colton was too stunned by the first blow to react in time
to avoid the second.

"Let him be, Robert!"

It was Colt's mother.  She was standing at the door with Robert's small
pistol in her hand.

"I've already called the sheriff's office and they're on the way.  Now step
away from him."

"Yeah, like you're gonna use that thing.  You haven't even got the safety
off."

As Colton's mother looked down at the gun, her husband made a lunge for it.
Colt launched himself at the man's legs to tackle him.  In the scuffle for
the gun, one shot was fired.  It was obvious that the safety hadn't been on.
  Colt's stepfather had an incredulous look on his face as he crumpled to
the floor.

The sheriff's deputies came a minute later.  They quickly sent for the
county emergency squad who arrived amazingly fast and determined that the
wound from the small caliber gun would not be fatal.

After the ambulance left, the deputies spent some time taking statements
from Colt and his mother.  They assured Sharon that they could tell that the
shooting was either accidental or done in self-defense.  They would press
charges only against her husband for his beating of Colton.  After seeing
the marks of previous whippings, they figured that they had a pretty good
case against the man.

"Is there a counselor or school nurse or anyone who has seen you with signs
of being abused?"

"Only my boy- buddy, Dane." (Colton caught himself in time.)

"Okay, that will probably help to corroborate your statements."

When the officers had left, Colton's mother suggested that they go to her
sister's house to get away from the place.  Colt had other plans.

"Can I see if I can stay with Dane?"

"Sure, honey if it's okay with his mom.  You and he are very close.  I guess
that isn't surprising seeing that you are cousins."

"WHAT!"

"Well, I never told anyone who your father really is.  I lied and said it
was a guy that I met at the beach and that I didn't know his name.  I was
very young and he was even younger.  We fooled around only once.  He was
trying to prove to himself that he wasn't gay.  Dane's uncle, Wade, is your
biological father.  He doesn't know either.  I guess we will have to find a
way to tell him.  Please don't let Greta know until I can contact Wade."

"Dane's uncle is coming for the weekend.  I guess you can talk to him soon."

If Colton's emotions hadn't had enough of an overload from the shocks of the
afternoon, they certainly did now.  He was in love with his cousin.  How did
that work?  Was that wrong?  How could he keep quiet about it until
tomorrow?  He couldn't!  He would have to share this information with Dane
at least.

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Dane was quick to extend the invitation for Colt to come back to his place
when he heard his lover on the other end of the phone.  Colton had sounded
strange, as if he were in another world.  Dane paced as he waited for Sharon
to drop him off.  When the rusty sedan pulled into the drive, Dane was out
the door like a shot.

Colton winced as Dane hugged him.  It was then that he felt his injuries
from Robert's attack.  Before that, shock had numbed his mind against
feeling pain.

Dane let go of him, but Colt didn't want that.  He asked Dane to hold him
and Dane complied.  Once in his boyfriend's arms, Colton let loose the dam
of emotions that had been building up from far earlier than that day.

Ellen came out to see what was going on.  Sharon and Colton looked as
haggard as if they had been in a war zone.  Ellen herded them into the
kitchen where she put on the kettle for tea.  Her English grandma had always
believed in tea as the cure-all elixir.  In the meantime, she thought that
Colton's mother might well do with a bit of something stronger.  So she got
some ice and poured a stiff shot of Jack Daniel's over it.

Sharon took a healthy sip, nearly choking on it.  Once the liquid hit her
stomach, she began to relax a little.

"Ellen, thanks so much.  I needed that more than you can possibly know.  We
have had one Hell of an afternoon."

Sharon had Colt relate the part of the story about Robert's attack on him.
Colton was careful to leave out certain details.  He thought about the
crumpled note that he fingered in his jeans pocket while he spoke.  Under
the table, Dane held Colt's other hand through it all.

Colton's mother finished the story as Colton added occasional details.  When
it was over, there were tears in everyone's eyes.

Ellen sent Dane for the first-aid kit so that she could dress Colt's wounds.
  Mostly, she needed to disinfect the cut from the belt buckle.  There
wasn't anything she could do for the bruising, but she did give him some
Motrin for the swelling and pain.  The emergency responders had offered
treatment, but Colt had refused wanting the officers to be able to see the
full effect of Robert's attack.

"You'll stay and eat with us, of course," Ellen stated.

"Well, I was going to go to my sister's and Colton begged to come here if
it's okay with you."

"You both can stay here.  The guestroom is empty and I made plenty of food.
I was cooking as if everyone was going to be here, but Greta and the boys
won't be here until tomorrow.  Please stay," Ellen offered as she poured hot
water into the teapot.

Sharon nodded.  She couldn't speak because of the lump in her throat.  When
Ellen put an arm on her shoulder, she didn't hold back any longer.  Her
crying was, if anything, more dramatic than her son's had been.

"I never knew that he was hurting Colton.  I swear, I never knew," she
blurted out between sobs.  "I would have killed the bastard if I had known
he was hurting my precious baby.  I always figured if he took it out on me,
Colton would be safe."

Ellen comforted her as much as she could.  Dane got up to pour cups of tea
for the women.  Colton got milk and sugar knowing that his mom used them.

"Mom, I covered up about him whipping me because I thought maybe I deserved
it and that he wouldn't hurt you if he took it out on me sometimes."

Colt's admission made Sharon cry all the harder.  She had always thought he
was a wonderful boy, but she had had no idea how deep his compassion ran.
He had suffered beatings to protect her.

The hot tea laced with milk, sugar, and another bit of bourbon had a
restorative effect on Sharon.  She was beginning to feel warm and mellow.
Her tears subsided.

The boys had some tea with milk too, but not with any liquor in it.

The stove timer rang to announce that dinner was nearly ready.  Soon they
all sat down to a good meal.  Sharon thought that she had never tasted
chicken that was this good.  The steamed vegetables were a little crisp
because the emotional scene had put Ellen a bit off schedule, but everyone
savored the food.

Dane and Colton cleaned up so that the women could go into the family room
to converse.  As they were putting away the last of the leftovers, Colt told
Dane that they needed to talk.

Up in Dane's room, Colton told the rest of the story including the fact that
they were related.  Dane didn't know what to think of that.  The boys
stretched out on the bed.  He held Colt in his arms.

"We need to talk to Uncle Wade.  I guess I should say: we need to talk to
your father.  I'm sure he will know what is right.  I love you.  I'm not
going to give you up even if they come to put me in jail!"

"In that case, I guess we can still be boyfriends," Colt said.

Relatives or not, their passion for each other had not cooled.  They were so
into kissing that they nearly missed the sounds of the women coming up the
stairs.  Both jumped up and then sat side by side on the edge of the bed.

After the women got Sharon's few things settled in the guestroom, they came
across the hall to talk to the boys before they turned in for the night.
Since the door was open, Dane called for them to come in before they got a
chance to knock.

"We were wondering if you guys wanted a snack before bed," Ellen said.

She needn't have wondered since growing boys usually have growing appetites.
  They all went down to the kitchen.  The boys made peanut butter sandwiches
to go with their milk and cookies.  The ladies nibbled on one cookie each
while they enjoyed a cup of decaffeinated tea.

Then, the guys went out to the car to get the sack with Colt's change of
clothes, etc.  It was a lovely spring evening.  There was a chill in the
air, but the stars were shining brightly.  Colt put his arms around Dane
before they went back inside.

"I hope everything works out.  I feel so close to you."

Back inside the house, the boys went up to Dane's room to get ready for bed.
  Dane locked the door.  They quickly shucked their clothes and climbed into
Dane's bed.  The boys cuddled and talked for probably half an hour before
the drifted off to sleep.

Sometime in the night, Cole had the recurring dream of being tied to his bed
naked with people looking on while his step father whipped his bare ass with
the belt.  He cried out in anguish.  This time Dane was there to calm his
fears.  (Sharon was in a deep sleep.)

"It's okay, Baby.  You're just having a bad dream.  I'm here.  No one will
hurt you."

Colton nestled down in his boyfriend's arms.  His heart rate slowed back to
normal and he drifted back to sleep.  This time he dreamed that he was naked
on a beach and Dane was with him.  They were in the 69 position.  He was
feeling better and better.  He moaned in his sleep as his cock spewed out
its contents on Dane's leg.  Dane roused slightly from hearing Colt's
moaning, but went back to sleep smiling as he sensed the warm, sticky liquid
on his body.

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Author's Note:

Thanks to you who have written.  I heard from Tom H., Leo (new guy), Lee,
Joe, Peo, Allen, Bob, Tom H., Don, Jim C. "Zeke", Lars, John L., Jon, CJ,
and Rad.

The sad news is that Rad's mother died the last week of September.  Please
remember Rad in your thoughts and prayers.  He needs them.

The good news is that Bob and Walt are doing well.  If you read "Zeke" you
know about their story and how Walt's family tried to keep them apart and
keep Walt from being gay.  Love won out and still is!

David