The following is a work of fiction: Although it is based on actual characters and locations, the rest is purely fictional.  This story depicts sexual situations between males and females of various ages and, may include incest as well. If reading such is illegal where you reside, or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author Kewl Dad and should not be reposted or reproduced without his permission. 


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The High School Years
(Tween to Teen)
By: Kewl Dad



Chapter Thirty Two

Junior Year Begins

September and the new school year came all too soon for us and we met it with a mixture of dread and excitement. Our summer had been filled with fun and friendship, but things were about to change for us once again as we started our second year of  high school.

Since Johnny now had wheels, he picked me up each morning and we drove to school in style. The other kids loved the Bug Bus as much as we did, and there are several pictures of it in the Yearbook that year as well as our senior year.

Johnny had decided he wanted to play football this year and had begun practice in late August. I had to admit I wasn't that crazy about losing Johnny to a bunch of other jocks, not to mention the screaming fans, but I loved him enough to stand behind him and encourage him.

As for me, I joined the debate team, and took up tennis. It wasn't like I was on a team or anything, but I took some tennis lessons and wound up making some friends among the other students, and we got together often and practiced our skills on each other.

One of the boys I played tennis with was a tall redhead named Tracy. He was really good and taught me as much as the tennis coach had, and along the way we became friends.

While Johnny was busy with football I was busy with debate and tennis, we saw less and less of our old friends, but we never lost touch entirely with them. Gerald found a girlfriend and was pretty busy with her, but Donnie and Walter actually grew closer during that time and pretty much kept to themselves. 

Caleb was a senior that year and though we saw him occasionally in the halls, most of the time we spent with him was outside school. His grandmother and our moms spent a lot of time together, and between them they kept us well fed and tried to out do each other with new and tasty recipes.

We saw Ben often since he lived so close to Johnny, and of course Fred was part of our group so we saw a lot of Jake too, and Ronnie was usually with him. His brother Michael had never warmed up to us and I often wondered why. Did he have something against boys who messed around, or was it something else? I thought about asking Fred or Jake, but I never did, and Michael remained a casual acquaintance all through high school.

The night of the first football game was a big event for the Pryor Tigers and almost every kid in town was there, including me. I sat with all my usual buddies, and even Jake, Ronnie, and Ben were there. Gerald was there too, however with his girlfriend, but they did sit near us and we got a chance to talk some.

I missed Gerald, but I guess I always knew that this sort of thing might happen. I mean it had happened with Fred, but of course Fred hadn't been around that long and we didn't have the history that Gerald and us had.

I had to admit Gerald's GF Anita was cute and she seemed really sweet. She didn't seem to mind sharing him with us and eventually she started hanging out with us too, but that was later.

The game was more exciting than I'd expected. I mean it wasn't like I'd never been to a football game, but there was something extra special about knowing the boy I loved was out there playing.

And playing his ass off, I might add. As with everything else Johnny tried, he was good at football. His coach recognized his talent right away and eventually he became the Football Captain. 

Of course that posed some problems, but we managed to deal with them without causing any suspicions. The problems were of course that every girl in school now saw Johnny as boyfriend material. He was strong and handsome, and sexy as hell, and a great athlete, and a leader to boot. But he was all mine and I never once doubted that.

That night Johnny made some outstanding plays and led the Tigers to victory. As we stood cheering for our team, and Johnny in particular, I felt a sense of pride in knowing I belonged to this school, and felt a sense of love for each and everyone of my fellow students.

We met Johnny by his bus and he was all grins as we climbed in to go celebrate. We hit the DQ and had ice cream, and sat outside on one of the picnic tables in the cool evening air, and talked about the game and life in general.

It was Friday night and no one except the younger boys had a curfew (11pm) so we had plenty of time to celebrate. We drove the restless ribbon from the South end of town to Graham Avenue, then through the downtown area and circled around the Sonic at the East end of town. 

We saw a lot of Johnny's football buddies, and many of them had their girlfriends with them, and I wondered what they thought about Johnny being surrounded by nothing but other boys.

At the South end of town was the newly constructed shopping center holding a Walmart, a grocery store, and Ken's Pizza, one of our favorite hangouts. Walmart was a culture shock to our little town. Until it arrived all our shopping was downtown and suddenly we had a place where you could get most anything in one location and eventually, as in towns all over the country, the stores downtown began to falter and die from the competition. Thus was the plague of Walmart. Their philosophy seemed to be, move in, lower prices, kill off the competition, then raise prices and get all the business. But at first we loved it.

The Walmart parking lot was a favorite gathering place of the weekend crowd, especially after a game, so we wound up there that night along with a dozen or so other carloads of kids.

As we piled out of the bus we looked around and to my surprise I saw Tony, the black boy we'd met last year, leaning on the hood of a beat up old Chevy.

I didn't have any classes with Tony that year, but we'd had a couple of classes the year before and became casual friends. I admired his good looks and couldn't help but wonder what he was packing in those jeans of his, but so far I'd never got the chance to find out.

"Hey Tony," I said walking over and offering my hand to shake. This was years before fist bumping became a thing, and Tony shook my hand and gave me a big toothy smile.

"Hey Rob, how's it hangin'?"

"Limp and to the right," I joked.

"You white boys..." he chuckled.

"I saw you out there playing, you did great."

"Thanks, your man Johnny did some fancy foot work himself."

"Yeah, all the guys seemed to be on their toes tonight," I said, not wanting to praise my BF too much and cause suspicion.

"It was fun, but I'm beat. My friend Les is gonna drop me back at the Home, but I had to get some food and some fresh air first."

Les was Les Stanley, an over-weight pimple faced boy that I had in my American History class. I wondered what he and Tony had in common, then it dawned on me, in a way they were both outcasts, Les because of  his looks, and Tony because he was black and an orphan. That made me feel sad and I decided to do something about it if I could.

"Yeah, we gotta take some of the boys home pretty soon, they have a curfew," I said rolling my eyes, "but the rest of us are gonna drive out to the river and hang out."

"Oh man, that sounds fun. Wish I didn't have to be back by midnight."

"Well, we could probably be back before then, if we dropped the kids off now."

"You sure?" then he looked at Les who was still sitting in the driver's seat of his car and frowned, "Maybe next time. I kinda promised Les I'd hang out with him."

"Well, why don't the two of you just follow us to the river and then you can go when you need to?"

"Yeah, that might work, hold on, I'll ask im'."

While Tony talked to Les I walked over to where Johnny stood talking to some of his football buddies, and when he saw me he looked up and excused himself.

I told him what I'd done, and of course he was cool with it, and then we filled the others in.

"Aww...we don't wanna go now," Jake whined.

"It's only a half hour early," Fred reminded him, and I'll go with you cause I'm pretty tired.

Ben didn't protest, and neither did Ronnie, who was spending the night with Jake anyway, and I'm sure had some sexy plans for them later.

Tony walked over and told us Les was okay with that and we packed up and were off. Les followed us as we dropped off the other boys and then we headed out Elliott to 69-A, and headed toward Grand River.

It only took us about fifteen minutes to reach the trail leading down by the river, and to our surprise there was no one there that night. Most nights there were at least two or three people fishing there, but not that night. It was all ours.

Johnny pulled up in a grassy spot just above the river bank and Les parked beside him and we piled out. It was cooler here, but still pleasant, and after making sure everyone knew everyone else we walked down the slope to the river.

The water was moving rapidly and it was even cooler down on the river bank. For a while we just stood there gazing out at the water, then we began talking about school, the game, life in general in Pryor, and before long we were getting along just like old friends.

It was like that with me and my bunch, we made friends easily and tended to keep them a long time, and though some drifted away over time, we kept in touch for the most part even after high school.

I noticed Les seemed shy at first, barely speaking, but Tony kept pulling him into the conversation and eventually he loosened up some. He wasn't a bad sort really, and once you got over the fact that he was carrying about 50 extra pounds he wasn't that unattractive. He had a baby face, and he seemed to have gotten his zits under control for once and was actually quite cute.

I wondered what type of relationship he and Tony had, but if it was anything more than casual friendship it wasn't obvious. I supposed there might be some sex going on, but if there was, it was probably Les servicing the stud Tony, and that made my dick jump a little.

"So, what's it like...at the home...I mean?" Donnie asked boldly.

"It's okay, mostly. They don't beat us or starve us or anything," Tony said seriously, "but it ain't like being in a real family. They got house mothers and fathers, but most of em' are just there for the money. Most times you gotta take care of yourself, especially the older ones like me. Next year when I graduate I'll be free and can go where I want. For now I'm stuck there, but it ain't that bad."

"Are you going to college?" I asked stupidly.

He laughed, "Not unless a rich uncle pops up and pays for it. No, I'll probly' move somewhere where they's more black folks and get me a job. I might find me a girl and get married and have me some kids," he said grinning.

"Where would you go, Tulsa?"

"Maybe, or Muskogee, lots of blacks there," he said looking thoughtful, "or I might go to Chicago or New York, never know."

"I might go with ya'," Les said, surprising all of us.

Tony chuckled, "Wouldn't we be a pair, but if you's crazy enough to go with me, I might let ya'."

That made me wonder again just what kind of relationship the two had, but I supposed they could just be good friends. Not all friendships were like mine and my buds.

We explored the river bank and nearby trails, and talked the whole time, and we got to know Tony and Les better and better. By the time the two finally decided they'd better head back to town, we had made two new friends.

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One afternoon as I was practicing my tennis serve against the block wall at the tennis court in the big park, biding my time and waiting for Johnny to get home from football practice, I saw Tony approaching from the other side of the pond.

Whitaker Children's Home was just up the street off of Elliott and I supposed the kids from the Home probably visited the park often since it was so close.

I continued to practice until Tony reached me, then I held the ball and turned to  him, "Hey Tony, what's up?"

"Nuttin' man, just had to get away for awhile."

"Uh, how come you're not at football practice?"

"Didn't feel like it, that's all," he said looking cross.

"Oh, won't you get into trouble?"

"Naw, I just tell the coach I wasn't feeling good or something. Won't hurt me to miss one practice. My mind just not be in that stuff right now."

"Wanna' sit down over there in the shade and talk about it?" I said taking a chance and offering my shoulder to cry on.

"We can sit, don't know if I feel much like talkin'."

"That's okay too, I was getting kind of tired anyway." 

We got a drink at the fountain then found a shady spot under a tree and sat down next to each other, so close our knees were touching. I expected him to pull away, but when he didn't I relaxed and actually pushed my leg against his harder.

"So you any good at tennis?"

"I'm fair, my friend Tracy says I have potential," I chuckled, "if I took it seriously. For me it's just fun. My uncle Joe taught me to play, and we used to have so much fun playing, but neither of us was that good," I said, thinking of those happy times with my uncle.

"Yeah, well...one sport is like the next I guess. I like em' all, baseball, football, basketball, anything really. It keeps my mind off things and builds muscles. Sometimes you need muscles to get along in there," he said tossing his head in the direction of Whitaker.

"Do...do the other boys give you a hard time or try to beat you up?" I asked, then blushed at my recklessness.

"Look at me, you think anyone wanna' mess with me?" he chuckled, "I can hold my own, but some of the boys don't got it so good. I take up for em' when I can, but eventually you gotta take care of yourself or they just run over ya'."

I couldn't imagine living in an orphanage, not having parents, a regular home, and being bullied or worse. I wasn't a pissant, but I was nowhere as big or buff as Tony, and I knew a kid like me would probably be in big trouble fast.

"Don't the people who work there do anything to protect the kids?"

He shrugged, "'Some do, some of them don't really care what goes on as long as they get a steady paycheck."

"You said they didn't beat ya' or starve ya', was you being serious when Donnie asked how things were?"

"I'm not sayin' ain't some who would take a belt to a kid, but I don't really think of it as beatin'. And the food ain't great, but they feed us regular and we gets enough to fill us up."

"Do you like live in a dorm or how does that work?"

"Yeah, there's usually six or eight to a dorm and we share the bathroom. It's got like four crappers, and four sinks, and the showers is like all one room with shower heads comin' outa the wall."

"Sort of like at school?"

"Yeah, except they ain't near as nice and sometimes we run outa' hot water."

"Are the boys in your dorm your age?"

"Naw, I'm the oldest. The youngest be about 12, I think."

"So, you sorta watch out for them, right?"

He shrugged, "I do what I can, but I can't be around all the time. One of the boys came in the other night with a black eye, been fighting one of the boys from another dorm and he lost," Tony chuckled.

"You ever get in any fights?"

"Sure, fightin' is part of growin' up in a place like that, but I can hold my own, so most don't wanna' try me now," he chuckled.

I grinned at that, "Yeah, I wouldn't want to try ya', that's for sure. You could whip my scrawny ass for sure."

"But I ain't got no reason to Robert, you been square with me and treats me like I was somebody."

"You are somebody," I said noticing how emotional he had gotten all of a sudden, "You're my friend, and that's about as important a thing as there is," I said smiling.

He laughed, "You know, you ain't like most white folks. Most of em' sorta looks down on us colored folks."

"Why?"  I asked seriously.

He looked at me as if I was crazy, then chuckled, "If you ain't as innocent as a newborn babe."

I shrugged, "I just don't see why folks would care what color your skin was. I think your skin looks neat. I wish I was a little darker sometimes and not so pale."

He let loose with a belly laugh that almost scared me out of my skin, then I started laughing too.

"What's so funny?" I said between giggles.

"I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, it's just you...you, are just so gosh danged nice and all, and I ain't used to that from anyone, let alone a white boy."

"You ain't gonna hold it agin' me cause I'm white, are ya'," I teased.

"Naw, I reckon if you can stand me bein' black then I gots to accept you as you is."

"Thanks," I said sincerely, "Now, there's something I want to ask you and I hope it doesn't make ya' mad."

"Ain't much you could ask that would make me mad right now, so go on."

"It's about Les."

He looked at me with interest, but his posture or his eyes gave nothing away.

"Well, I was just wonderin' how you two met and all."

"Oh, that. Well...his momma works at the home and that's how we sort of met. She's a nice lady, and one day I saw Les pick her up at work and then I remembered I'd see Les in one of my classes and we just sort of hooked up that way."

"That's really rad. I don't really know him that well, but I've seen him around, and after that night at the river I alway say hi to him when I see him. He seems nice."

"He's sort of like me in a way," Tony said staring at a little kid going down the giant slide nearby.

"How's that?"

"He was an orphan till he was 12, then his momma adopted him right out of Whitaker. But it's not just that. His bein' sorta fat makes him feel...you know, different, and not popular and all."

"Do you feel that way too?"

"Sometimes, I mean ain't that many black folks around here and some of the kids at school treat me different, not like you and your friends do. Oh sure bein' on the football team helps, but even some of the guys on the team treats me different."

"Like how?"

"Like some don't wanna shower when I'm there, like they might catch something if they used the same shower as me."

"Or maybe they're just jealous," I joked.

"Yeah, could be they be jealous of my big ole' pecker," he laughed, "cept' ain't too many of em' seen it."

"Maybe the ones who have, been spreading the news," I laughed.

"Could be," he chuckled, then he looked solemn, "You know, I can't even remember why I was so down now. You done cheered me up somethin' powerful. Thanks Rob, I preciate' that."

"Hey, no problem. I brought an extra racket, wanna play some with me?"

"Sure, I ain't played that much, but I bet I can keep up."

And keep up he did, in fact before long he was almost as good as me. Tony was a natural born athlete and I hoped he would find a way to use that talent to help him get through life.

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Our weekends were spent at one or the other's house, and when it was my house we generally spent part of the time with my folks and my little brother Mikey, who was growing up so fast.

"Robby," he said one Saturday morning as he sat on my lap watching cartoons, "is Johnny our brudder too?'

I laughed, "Feels like it, don't it," I said looking over at Johnny who was laughing too.

"Uh huh, I wuv him like a brudder," he said wiggling off my lap and hopping into Johnny's.

Johnny gave him a big hug and he melted into him and sighed. I swear that kid loved Johnny as much, or maybe more than he loved me, maybe because Johnny was never too busy or too tired to play with him or give him a hug. 

As I sat there watching the two I was filled with so much love, but I wondered what Mikey would think if he knew what kind of relationship Johnny and I really had. Of course  he was too young to understand such things at his age, but surely he had to see the love we showed for each other, and we were never shy about holding hands around him, though we never took it beyond that.

Holding hands was a kid thing anyway. He held our hands and gave us kisses and hugs and was about the sweetest little kid I'd ever met. That he was my brother was about the best thing ever, and I loved him more every day. 

He was growing up fast and was a lot more fun to play with now. He was a tough little guy and adventurous and nothing stopped him. My mom said he was too smart and too bold for his own good, and always told me and Johnny to watch out for him and make sure he didn't do something dangerous, and we were happy to do it.

Mom was with Caleb's grandma and Johnny's mom that morning and dad was out back puttering in the yard. Breakfast was over and we were looking forward to a day of doing nothing much and just enjoying each other's company. Then come bedtime we'd shower and fall into bed and make love till we were too tired to move. 

Eventually Mikey wanted to go see what daddy was doing and he hopped down and I helped him put on his jacket. I watched him out the back door till he got with dad then went back to sit with Johnny.

As soon as I sat down I grabbed his hand and leaned in to kiss him and he eagerly kissed back. I let my other hand wander over to his crotch and felt a rise there as the kiss grew more passionate. We were lost in that kiss and oblivious of anything around us for a long time.

"Oh..." we heard a small soft giggle and pulled apart to see Mikey was standing there with his small hand over his mouth, "you guys are kissing."

"Uh, well...yeah, but you can't tell anyone," I said quickly, hating to pull Mikey into our deception, but I was hoping that he would feel more loyalty to us than the folks.

"I won't," he said walking over to lay his small soft hands on our knees. Then leaning in he looked at us seriously, "I like kisses too," he said smiling.

I leaned down and kissed his sweet face and he melted into my arms.

"And we like kissing you," I said looking over at Johnny, "kisses are nice, but some grownups don't understand about boy kisses," I said trying to keep it simple.

"Like mommy and daddy?"

"Maybe, I don't really know, but I don't want to upset them or make them worry about it, so we keep it secret, can you do that too? Can you help us keep our secret?"

He was delighted to be part of a big secret conspiracy against grownups and eagerly agreed. Whether he ever broke that promise I never knew, but for the time being I felt as if our secret was safe.

He eventually went back out to spend time with dad, but Johnny and I were a bit more subdued after that. We finally wandered out to see if the little Indian had spilled his guts to my dad, but when I saw the smug look on Mikey's face I knew things were going to be all right. Mikey had formed his alliance with the big boys and as far as I knew our secret was safe.

We ate out at the Spot Cafe that night,  then drove out to Walmart, and while mom and dad did some shopping, Johnny and I took Mikey to the toy department and let him pick out a toy. We didn't really think we needed to buy Mikey's silence about the kissing, but it didn't hurt to hedge our bets. 

Back at home mom ran Mikey a bath and he played with the new plastic boat we'd bought him till the water was cold. Next Johnny and I showered, separately this time, and then said  goodnight and headed off to bed.

Mikey was long since asleep, but we still went in to kiss him goodnight, and as I gazed down on the sleeping form of my little angel brother I was so overwhelmed with love that I was dripping tears by the time we left.

Johnny saw my tears and I think he felt pretty much the same way as I did about my little brother. I'd never known I could love someone so completely and so perfectly till I met Johnny, but then Mikey came along and I was experiencing another kind of love, the kind of love I thought might be closer to what a parent felt for their child.

Mikey wasn't my child, but having him as my little brother made me think about what it would be like to be a father, and I wondered if that would ever happen. Would Johnny and I ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after, or would we part at some point and do what society expected of us, find a wife, have some kids, and live the American dream?

"You okay?" Johnny asked as he snuggled up to me later in bed.

"I'm fine, happy, how about you?"

"Always happy when I'm with you," he said snuggling in closer and kissing my cheek.

"Me too. Ever wonder...what it would be like to be a dad?"

He sighed, "Not really, I mean I guess it would be okay, but there's not much chance of it happening when my lover has a pecker," he chuckled.

"If you could...you know, have a kid somehow, would you want to?"

"You mean with a wife, or with you?"

"I don't know, either I guess."

"If it was me and you, then definitely. We could teach him all the stuff we know, and take him camping, and have fun with his buddies and stuff. We'd be great dads, just look how good we are with Mikey."

"Yeah, well...like you said, probably not going to happen, but I'm glad you feel that way, cause I feel that way too."

"You thinkin' about Mikey and how cute he is, aren't ya'?"

"Yeah, he's like...so special, and so sweet, and well...I just love that kid so much."

"Me too, if we never get to be dads, at least we can help Mikey grow up right."

"Think he'll tell on us for kissing?" I chuckled.

"Naw, the kid is definitely on our side. Besides I think he may understand what we feel for each other better than we think. He's not stupid, and little kids and dogs pick up on these things,"  he laughed.

"Dogs?" I laughed.

"Yeah, dogs and kids are very sensitive. Which reminds me, I think you guys should get Mikey a doggie of his own."

"What? Really? Well, I guess it might be fun to have a dog around. I'll talk to mom and dad about it. I never really wanted one when I was younger, but now might be a good time. He'd have Mikey around to love on him all the time and he could help me take care of him."

"Yeah, speaking of doggies, I want a taste of this hot dog between your legs."

"Anytime, and maybe later I can put it between your buns," I said, thinking myself clever, and then we both cracked up laughing.

Loving Johnny was always sweet, but that night it seemed even sweeter. We were sweaty and exhausted by the time we'd had our second orgasm and didn't even bother to clean up before snuggling up and going to sleep.

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Halloween rolled around, but Johnny and I felt like we were too old to dress up and trick-or-treat, so instead we took Mikey around town and to all the best places in the Bug Bus.

He was dressed as a cowboy, complete with boots, and a hat, and a cap gun and holster around his skinny waist. He was so cute and everywhere he went he got lots of candy from the folks there.

After we dropped Mikey off back home Johnny and I drove around and finally wound up on the Walmart parking lot talking with some of our friends, and of course Johnny's football buddies.

I saw Les and Tony again and excused myself and went over to talk to them. Les had come out of his shell some and was actually quite interesting to talk to. He was very smart and I think he might have been helping Tony in some of his classes to keep his grades up so he could continue to play football.

"Didn't you go trick-or-treating?" I joked.

Tony laughed, "Yeah, I dressed up like a white boy and Les dressed up like a black boy. Naw, we're too old for that shit, sides, anyone see a black boy headed for their door in this town they be callin' the police."

I wondered if he was right about that, but I didn't comment. Instead I changed the subject.

"Yeah, Johnny and I took my little brother Mikey to all the good houses in town and he got a ton of candy. He was dressed like a cowboy and all the moms and old ladies loved him," I chuckled.

"You lucky, having a little brother and all," Tony said sounding sad, "it's no fun being alone. No family, no brothers or sisters...no one."

"But you got your friends, right?" I offered.

"Yeah, I got Les for sure."

"And me," I said feeling hurt, "aren't we friends?"

"We sure are," he said beaming, "just wasn't sure you felt the same way."

"Hold on, I want you to meet one more friend," I said, then I went over to drag Johnny away from his football buddies.

"Hey Tony," Johnny said nodding at the tall black boy, "Hi Les, what you all up to?"

"Just hangin' out, you know, bored."

"Yeah, us too. Too old to trick-or-treat, but still young enough to have fun."

"Why don't we all hop in the Bug Bus and go to the Dairy Queen? I'm paying," I suggested.

"Fine by me," Johnny said, "You guys wanna' go?"

Tony looked at Les who nodded eagerly, I doubted Les would ever pass up ice cream.

On the way to the DQ I tried to pull Tony and Les into the conversation and after a while they seemed to loosen up some. Johnny is a natural at making people feel comfortable around him, and it wasn't like Tony was a stranger, after all they played football together.

As we sat in the Bug Bus eating our ice cream Tony looked over at Johnny and smiled, "You seem different here than you do at practice or on the field."

"What do you mean?" Johnny asked looking confused.

"You's all business out there, team captain and all, here you seem more...human."

Johnny and I both laughed, "He's human all right," I assured him.

"It's just that the coach and the team expect so much of me..." Johnny stuttered, "I don't mean to be unfriendly."

"It's not that. In fact I preciate' that you treat me just like the white boys. When I mess up you tell me, and when I do good you slap me on the rear," he laughed.

"Why would I treat you any different? You're a good player and a good guy. Don't matter none to me if you're white, or black, or green. Although, it might be interesting if you were green," he chuckled.

"Blue would be better," I joked, "or blue and gold," which were our school colors.

"You know not all the other white boys on the team think that way?"

"Has someone said something or done anything to make you feel...well, unwelcome or anything?" Johnny wanted to know.

Tony seemed to be thinking about that some before he spoke, "I ain't gonna tell tales or try ta' get anyone in trouble, but there's some that don't think I should be allowed to shower with the white boys and such."

"'That's bullshit," Johnny said, "you tell me who and I'll have a talk with em'," he said boiling over suddenly.

"Naw, like I said, I ain't tryna' get no one in trouble. It's just makes me preciate' the way you treats me all the more."

"I'll keep my eyes and ears open from now on," Johnny said, "and I see anyone givin' you shit, they'll hear from me."

"Don't go causin' yourself no trouble with the other players, they respect you and follow your lead, but if you piss em' off, might not be so good."

"What about Coach Thompson, does he treat you okay?"

"Coach is okay. He knows I'm a good player and he likes to win, so he don't care what color my hide is. Don't know that he'd do anything if he heard anyone else complain though."

"Coach knows what he's doin' I guess, it's not like you're the first black Pryor Tiger."

"Yeah, let's just forget that stuff for now. I wudn't tryna' cause no problems."

"I'm glad you said something. I guess sometimes I see the world as being all rosy when sometimes it's tinted with shit," he said and for some reason that got all of us to laughing. Sometimes Johnny really had a way with words.

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Two days before Thanksgiving I came down with a cold, and though I managed to make it to school, my ass was dragging that last day. On top of being sick, the weather was cold and rainy, and I was really glad that Johnny had wheels and I didn't have to walk home.

"Want me to come in with ya'?"

"If you want, but I'm gonna go straight to bed," I said, feeling very tired and a little feverish.

"Oh, well...I could tuck you in and get you something to drink or to eat..."

I smiled, "Thanks, that would be nice. I like having you around, even when I'm too sick to take advantage of your sexy body."

"I could just make you feel good," he offered.

I laughed, but I knew I probably wouldn't turn down the offer if we got a chance to do it.

Mom met us at the door, took one look at me, and ran to the bathroom to get the thermometer. I was  just climbing into bed when she rushed in with the thermometer and told me to open wide.

"101," she clucked, "I wonder if we shouldn't take you to see Dr. Cameron."

"Mom, I'll be fine," I hoped, "I just need to rest and maybe have some of your chicken soup and 7up."

Anytime one of us was sick, it was mom's chicken soup, homemade cinnamon rolls, and 7up that got us back on our feet.

"He's probably left for the day anyway," she lamented, "but if you get worse we'll take you to Grand Valley and have someone look at you."

"I'll be okay mom. Can Johnny stay a while and keep me company? Just till I fall asleep?"

"I suppose, but no kissing," she teased, or was she? "I don't want Johnny to get sick too," she laughed. Then sobering, she smoothed my hair back and kissed my forehead, "Oh, you're hot all right. I'll go fix you some 7up and get you some aspirin, that will help bring the fever down."

As soon as she was gone Johnny started laughing, "I can't believe she said no kissing. Do you think she was just making a joke, or that she knows we kiss for real?"

"A joke...I hope," I groaned, "but at least she didn't seem upset...if she thought we really did kiss."

"Yeah, your mom is cool, your dad too. I know we've talked about this before, but do you think they know we're more than just friends?"

I shrugged, "I don't want to think about that right now. Will you grab that other pillow over there for me?"

Johnny grabbed the pillow and helped me get situated, then pulled my desk chair over to the bed and sat beside me, holding my hand and giving me worried looks.

"You look like crap," he said frowning.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically, "I'm sick, I'm not supposed to be a raving beauty."

"I didn't say you weren't beautiful, cause you are, but you look like you're in pain, and that hurts me too."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a grouch. Thanks for staying with me, but I don't want you to catch this crap too."

"I won't, I hardly ever get sick." Famous last words?

"I hope Mikey doesn't get it, he's just a little kid and it would be tough on him."

Mom returned with my 7up and aspirin and when Johnny heard her coming he released my hand and pulled back a little to allow her room to get to me. I took the aspirin and washed them down with a swallow of 7up and yelped when I realized how sore my throat was.

"Oh son, I think we need to get you to the doctor. Dr. Cameron will be closed tomorrow for Thanksgiving and I don't want you to have to wait till Friday."

"I just need to rest," I said feeling ready to collapse, but deep inside I knew she was right, I just hated going to the doctor, especially if there were shots involved. Yeah, shots were my weakness, my biggest fear, and I avoided them like the plague.

"Well, we'll see how you feel when dad gets home, and if you're not better then we may take you to the Emergency Room."

She felt my forehead and sighed, "I may let Mikey spend the night at your Uncle Joe's tonight. I don't want him exposed to this."

"Good idea mom, but I'll miss the little guy."

"And he'll miss you too. I swear I've never seen two brothers as close as you two."

"Maybe it's cause Mikey is younger," Johnny offered, "he's not old enough to give Robert any grief yet," he chuckled.

"Yeah, I'm training him to be a good little brother," I said grinning.

"Johnny, why don't you come out to the kitchen with me and I'll fix you a snack, and we can talk while Robert rests?"

"Okay, I am sorta hungry," Johnny said, but I could sense that he was as curious as I was about mom's true intentions.

I dozed after they left and when I woke it was getting darker outside. It was still raining and it felt cold in my room despite the fact that the furnace was on.

"Hey, feel better?" Johnny said appearing from the other side of my room where he'd been standing at the window.

"I'm not sure, a little groggy."

"Hungry?"

"A little. Hey, what did mom want to talk to you about?" I asked, suddenly remembering her spiriting him away.

"Oh, not much. She just thanked me for being there for you and for taking care of you."

"Really? Is that all?"

"Well, she didn't say it in so many words, but I sort of got the feeling that she knows about us."

I was horrified, and suddenly I felt sicker than before, "What did she say exactly?"

"Oh, that she had never seen two friends as close as we were, and she mentioned the thing with Evelyn and said she was glad that we worked things out."

"Oh MY GOD," I coughed, "She does know. I wonder if dad told her about that time he saw us kissing.?"

"Why are you so upset? She wasn't mad, and she said she was glad we were close. I think she was trying to tell me that it was okay...okay for us to love each other. Now, I'm not saying she knows about the sex and all, but let's face it, if one of us was a girl, she'd be thinking that way."

"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," I muttered feverishly.

"Robert, calm down. It's fine. You'll just make yourself sicker."

"I don't think that's possible," I said as my guts began to churn, "quick Johnny, hand me that trash can..."

I felt like my guts were coming up as I heaved into the trash can, and even after my stomach was empty I continued to have the dry heaves until I was shaking all over.

Mom must've heard me and she and dad came running in, and mom smoothed my hair back and held my head up while I continued to puke. Dad ran into the bathroom and wetted a washcloth with cold water and by the time he got back I had quit heaving and was lying on my back panting and shaking like a leaf on a tree.

"OH son, I should have taken you to the ER when you first got home," mom lamented, "I think you may have the flu."

It was still raining outside and had gotten colder, and a trip to the Hospital didn't sound all that appealing considering how rotten I felt, but mom and dad insisted, and I was too weak to put up much of a fight.

Fortunately the Impala was in the garage so I didn't have to go out into the rain, but poor Johnny volunteered to move dad's car which was blocking the driveway. He was soaked by the time he got back to the car and as he crawled in beside me in the back seat he was shivering.

"Oh Johnny, you'll be sick too," my mom predicted, and unfortunately she was right.

By the time we got to the Hospital Johnny was running a fever too and felt nauseous, and mom insisted that the doctor take a look at him too. I mean we liked to do things together, but this was ridiculous, even if we did get to spend the next few days together in bed.

It was the flu, and on top of that I had an upper respiratory infection, but fortunately Johnny was spared that. By the time we left we had enough medicine to last us till the pharmacies opened on Friday and the doctor told us to stay in bed for the next two or three days.

Fortunately the rain had let up by the time we got home, but it was still cold out. Mom called Johnny's mom as soon as we got in the door and it was decided that Johnny was too sick to come home, so he would stay at least overnight with us. That overnight turned into four days, but unfortunately most of it we were too sick to really enjoy it.

Mikey spent the night with his little cousin Joe Jr., who was just about a year older, and I'm sure they had a good time. He and Little Joe were close, and since my uncle and aunt had moved just down the street, they had become best buds and spent a lot of time together.

That first night was rough. I still had the dry heaves, though there wasn't much to come up now. Every time I drank some 7up or water it came right back up so I finally just gave up. That didn't keep my stomach from hurting though and I was in real misery.

My fever had spiked at 102, but then I was always prone to run a high fever when I was sick, though Johnny's barely reached 100. There was no doubt that Johnny was stronger and better equipped to handle his illness, but he was pretty sick too.

There was no doubt we'd be sleeping in the same bed, after all there weren't any other available beds in our house, except Mikey's, which was a twin and hardly big enough for Mikey. Besides that mom didn't want our germs leaving my room, because she said we were contagious, and the last thing she wanted was for Mikey to catch what we had.

We slept fitfully that first night, but we still managed to snuggled some, even though that caused us to sweat more. Once or twice I remember mom coming in to check on us and I'm sure she must've seen us cuddling a few times, but nothing was ever said about it. I guess to her we were still just kids, and our cuddling was innocent. It was innocent that night, but not always.

Morning finally came and the rain had stopped, but it was still cold out. I got up to pee and discovered my stomach felt better, but I was weak and a little dizzy. As I was emptying my bladder Johnny wandered in and took up a place next to me and we stood there together crossing streams as we had so many times before.

"You feeling any better today? You look better," he said after awhile.

"A little, at least I don't feel like I have to puke, but my head and chest hurt."

"I just feel really tired and sort of achy," he said as he finished up, "but I'm a little hungry. How about you?"

"A little, I wonder if mom is going to fix Thanksgiving dinner like always?'

"Of course she will," Johnny assured me, "She's gotta feed Mikey and your dad."

"Yeah, I guess. I might try some turkey and stuffing."

"Just take it slow, don't eat too much. I don't like what it looks like when it comes back up," he teased.

"Very funny," I said elbowing him, "Hey, thanks for getting sick just so you could stay with me," I joked.

"Wish I could have thought of a better way," he groaned, "but if that's what it takes, then that's what I'll do."

"Think your mom and dad will expect you home today?"

"I really don't feel like driving, and I doubt they want to come get me, so...I bet I can stay at least one more day."

"I hope so. Even though I was miserable last night, every time I woke up and saw you there I felt better."

"Aww...how sweet. Come on let's get you back in bed, then I'm gonna go talk to your mom and see if she has something soft we can eat."

"Okay," I said, feeling weak just from going to the bathroom.

Johnny tucked me in and when he returned he had mom in tow and she had a tray with some milk toast and a cup of tea on it. I loved mom's milk toast, but the only time I ever ate it was when I was sick. The tea helped to settle my stomach, and the milk toast filled the empty spot in my tummy, and soon I was feeling much better, but still tired.

"Thanks." I said as mom took the tray away. Johnny had been a bit bolder and had toast and a scrambled egg, but the smell of the egg was a little nauseating to me.

"You're welcome son. I'll get you boys some medicine and then you can rest some more. I'm going to be busy fixing dinner for a while, but your father will check in on you once in a while."

She dosed us up with our medicine and checked our temperatures, then headed back to the kitchen to put together her famous Thanksgiving spread. Uncle Joe and Aunt Kathy, and Little Joe and the baby, would be coming down later and bringing Mikey, but since Johnny and I were still contagious we would be eating in my room.

That  year wasn't the first holiday I'd spent being sick, but I think I will remember it best because Johnny was there to share it with me. As the wedding vows say, in sickness and health, that was Johnny and me, there for each other, together always and forever....




                        End of Chapter 32


This is sort of a short chapter, but I didn't want to make my readers wait any longer for a chapter, lest you forget about Robert and Johnny....lol. I will be breaking the Junior and Senior years down into several chapters, so don't worry readers there is lots more to come. 

Next, Christmas and Mikey gets a surprise.

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Kewl Dad






I have updated my story list if you see any missing please let me know.

Other stories by Kewl Dad

* Denotes Series, rest are short stories



  1. A Christmas for Joey

  2. A Christmas With Nick

  3. Accidental Dad*

  4. Adolescent

  5. Alex and Aidan*

  6. Andy Tastes Like Candy

  7. At the Dike*

  8. Black Cock

  9. Boy Glory Hole

  10. Bullied

  11. Christmas Boy

  12. Christmas on the Street

  13. CL Cock Sucker

  14. Cory*

  15. Corey's Scent

  16. Cody's Christmas Wish

  17. Dirt Bikes and Blowjobs

  18. DMV Boy

  19. Dougie's Story #Part 3 of a series

  20. Emoji  (The Story of Joe)

  21. The Family*

  22. The Ginger and the Chub

  23. Hair Salon Boys

  24. Happy Valentine's Day Toby Grayson

  25. I Heart You

  26. Little Brother's Feet*

  27. Lost in Fear*

  28. Mars

  29. McChicken

  30. My Best Friend's Dad *Related story to My Son's Best Friends

  31. My Not so Miserable Life

  32. My Little Runaway #Part 1 of a series

  33. My Son's Best Friends *Related series to My Best Friend's Dad

  34. My 11th Summer*

  35. One Night

  36. Poindexter Files*

  37. Pride-Pride

  38. Rabbit: A Christmas Story

  39. Rolo

  40. Second Chance for Love

  41. Six Black Boys*

  42. Skateboard Boy*

  43. Skateboard Christmas

  44. Stranded on Christmas Eve

  45. Sudden Family*

  46. Taking a Chance on Love

  47. The Year I Learned to Love my Brother (TYILTLMB)*

  48. The Reynolds Twins*

  49. Tommy Boy #Part two of a series

  50. To the Max

  51. Tracy*

  52. Trailer Park Christmas

  53. Trick or Treet Dress Up

  54. Tween to Teen*

  55. What a Dollar Will Buy

  56. Wild Wild West Again

  57. It's Amazing What Sex Can do for a Guy (as smoothoperator52)

  58. At Awesome Dude: The Secret Life of Nerds