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. © 2017-2019


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



Chapter Thirty Three

Junior Year Continues

Fortunately Christmas was a lot better than Thanksgiving. Johnny stayed over Christmas Eve and we exchanged one gift, as was our tradition, had a nice dinner, then sang Christmas Carols and had a great time with the family.

Mikey was so excited that he could barely sit still, and when Dad read The Night Before Christmas to him he was enraptured by it. Of course Johnny and I listened too, after all it was sort of a Christmas tradition in our family, and I never got tired of hearing it, and I think Johnny felt the same.

We finally got Mikey to bed around 10, and mom and dad, and me and Johnny had some eggnog before we finally said goodnight and headed off to our rooms. I was tired, but I was never too tired for some loving, and neither was Johnny.

As soon as we were in my room I latched the door, and we undressed and fell into my bed. Now you might think that our parents would think it was weird that two 16 year old boys still shared a bed, but I can assure you that back then it was no big deal. In fact when we had company at our house, sometimes there was as many as 3 or 4 kids to a bed and no one thought anything about it. It was just how it was, and since there was no spare bed at my house, it was expected that Johnny would sleep with me. At Johnny's house, the situation was a little different since they had a guest room, but no one ever said anything about my sharing a bed with Johnny there either.

We made love till way into the night, and then exhausted, we fell asleep in each others arms. I remember waking up a few times and feeling Johnny's warm soft skin against mine and thinking that nothing could feel any better than that.

Mikey woke us up early with his squeals of delight to find that Santa Claus had left presents under the tree, and we reluctantly got up and peed and joined him and my folks in the living room.

While mom fixed oatmeal for our breakfast, we watched after Mikey and made sure he didn't rip any packages open just yet. Our tradition was to have breakfast first, then open presents, then mom would begin fixing Christmas Dinner.

Oatmeal with cinnamon and raisins helped to fill our empty tummies and we managed to get Mikey to wait till we were all fed before he drug us to the living room to unwrap gifts.

As he sat in the floor ripping paper and squealing with delight as he unwrapped each new treasure, we watched him with smiles on our faces. Mom had her Brownie camera out and was snapping pictures of all of us, but mostly Mikey, and I think she used up two or three rolls of film that morning.

When all his gifts were unwrapped, we began opening our own while Mikey busied himself playing with this new treasures. I'd gotten Johnny a new football, a good one, and some art stuff, because despite being a football player, Johnny still devoted a lot of time to his paintings.

For me, Johnny had chosen a new leather jacket and a gift set of aftershave and cologne. The leather jacket was perfect, and as it turned out I got a lot of use out of it that year. There were other small gifts exchanged between us and then there were the gifts from mom and dad.

Mom and dad never ceased to amaze me when it came to surprises, but what they gave me that year beat any surprise I'd ever had.

"Here son," my dad said handing me a rather bulky box that was basically square on all sides.

"What could it be?" I wondered as I began removing the paper. Inside was a plain box about a foot square on all sides, but there was no indication of what it held. Opening the box I peeked inside but I was still confused.

"What is it?" Johnny said moving closer and peering inside, only he already knew what it was.

"It's a...a helmet or something," I said still confused, but when I got it out of the box I could finally see that it was a motorcycle helmet, "Uh, is this a joke?"

"Oh, darn...I forgot, here, this goes with it," dad said tossing me a key chain with two small keys on it.

"Yamaha," I said gazing at the name engraved on the keys, "Yamaha, you got me a Yamaha?" I squealed, causing Mikey to jump and run to me excitedly.

"Come on out back son," my dad said, and even though my legs were wobbly from shock I managed to do just that. 

Once outback he threw open the door to the little shed where he kept the lawnmower and there was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, a shiny new Yamaha DT-1. It was red with chrome all over the place and my helmet even matched the paint job.

"Is this for me?" I managed to choke out, "how did you ever manage to convince mom to let me have one of these?"

"It took some work, but I managed to make her see how practical a motorcycle would be when you went off to college. It gets good gas mileage, it's easy to park, and it will ride two with the foot pegs on back," he said pointing to them.

"Johnny, did you know about this?"

"Yeah, and it was hard to keep it a secret, but it was worth it just to see the look on your face. Well, what are you waiting for? Grab your leather jacket and let's take this thing for a ride."

Suddenly the leather jacket made sense, I mean it was fashionable and practical, but now that I had a bike it was even more so. I ran inside to find mom looking somber, and I wondered if she was really as okay with me having a motorcycle as dad said.

"Mom, thanks so much. You won't be sorry. I'll be so careful, and I can ride it to school, and when we go off to college it will be perfect for getting around."

"I know, but I'll still worry. Those things are so dangerous."

"Mom, there's not that much traffic around here and I'll wear my helmet every time."

"I know son, just be careful," she said giving me a hug, "I guess it's no worse than you riding that bike of yours across the busy highway," she said knowingly.

"Johnny and I are gonna take it for a test drive," I said grabbing my jacket.

"Well, here...he'll need this," mom said, dragging another red helmet from beneath the tree and handing it to me, "we don't want either of our boys riding without a helmet."

"Thanks mom, thanks a lot," I said hugging her again, "we'll be back in a flash."

"Take your time son, dinner won't be ready till around 1. Your aunt and uncle will be down soon and I'm hoping they can keep Mikey entertained."

Johnny had pushed the bike out of the shed and was admiring it as I dashed out of the back door with our helmets, "Here, for you, to protect that pretty head of yours," I laughed.

When we had our helmets on, I climbed on the bike and stuck the key in the ignition. I knew a little about motorcycles and had actually ridden one a few times, but not on the street. The DT-1 was designed for off road or on road riding, and I planned to try it out both ways when I got the chance.

"Do you know how to start it and how to shift the gears and all?" Dad asked.

"Yes sir, I've actually ridden one before at my friend Dale's house. They have this big vacant lot by their house and we rode it around there, but not on the street."

"Well, this one has turn signals and a brake light, so it's pretty much like driving a car, only you only have two wheels," he chuckled, "just be careful, if you got hurt your mother would divorce me."

"We will," I said, then lifting my leg I brought it down on the starter pedal and kicked it into life. It started on the first kick and ran like a top, well...for a Yamaha anyway. 

I loved that ring ding ding sound that accelerating brought, and after revving it a few times I motioned for Johnny to get on, and we were off. We rode up my street to Graham, then down to Mayes Street, where the girls lived. I rode up into their yard and the sound brought them running, and they were all over us and my new bike.

"Is it yours Robert?" Evelyn wanted to know.

"Yep, it was a Christmas gift from mom and dad. At first I wanted a car, but now that I have this, I'm glad they got me a bike instead. It's so much fun and when we go off to college we can use it to get around campus."

"Take me for a ride," Chrissy begged and Johnny lent her his helmet and I ran her down the street Johnny used to live on, then around the school and the small park before heading back to her house.

Of course Evelyn wanted a ride too, and I took her on the same route as she held onto me tightly.

"That was so much fun," she said when we got back, "thanks, that was a perfect Christmas gift."

We talked a while about school, and what we got for Christmas, then we finally made our escape and rode away. I took us out to Tiger Stadium and made a loop then back onto 1st Street headed west, then onto Graham again, across the tracks and through downtown.

"Let's go see if Gerald is home," Johnny shouted when we were stopped at the red light by the Junior high school.

I nodded and we turned north on Elliot and headed toward his house. Just as it had at the girls' house, the sound of my motorcycle brought Gerald and his brother out to investigate. 

"Lucky duck," Gerald said, "all I got for Christmas was clothes and some books."

"Wanna go for a ride?" I said, trying to make up for his lousy gifts.

"Hell yes," he said accepting the helmet from Johnny and jamming it on his head.

He circled my waist with his arms and I had to admit the feel of his warm solid body behind me was sort of arousing. I took him north down Elliot until we left the city, then turned around in someone's driveway and headed back. When we got back, Gerald's step brother had gone back inside and Johnny was sitting on the porch alone.

We talked for a while longer, then we said goodbye and we rode off down Elliot and around the big park on the other side of town. I parked by the pond and put down the kickstand and turned to Johnny, "Your turn."

"Really, I can ride it?"

"Of course, it belongs to both of us, just like the bug bus. Besides I wanna see what it's like to ride on the back."

Johnny enthusiastically scooted up, and I got on behind him and wrapped my arms around him, "Mmm...this feels good," I sighed, "I like riding behind you."

"Yeah, it is sort a nice," he said reaching down to pat my hand, "Where shall we go?"

"Anywhere you want to go, we have lots of time and plenty of gas."

Johnny took us South on Elliot, across the bridge where his sister and her boyfriend had died, and then out to Highway 69-A where he turned left, heading toward the industrial park and eventually the river.

It was a nice day despite being late December, but the wind whipping around us was cold, and I was thankful for my new leather jacket and Johnny's warm body to block the wind a little.

At the river, Johnny took us across the little one lane bridge and it was sort of scary. I stared out at the river below and thought about how cold that water was, but soon we were across the bridge and headed toward Low Water Damn road.

I expected Johnny to take us down to the river there, but instead he turned around and we headed back the same way we'd come. When we got back to the park a while later he pulled in and we changed places then finally headed home.

Uncle Joe met us in the driveway and was all smiles, "You gonna let me ride it Robert?"

"Sure," I said climbing off and removing my helmet and handing it to him."

"Oh, now?"

"Yeah, it's good and broke in and warmed up," I chuckled.

"Kathy, want to go for a ride with me?"

I was shocked when my aunt agreed, and borrowing Johnny's helmet, she climbed on back and Uncle Joe zipped out of the drive and up the street.

"Wow, a woman who likes motorcycles," I said to Johnny, "I always knew my aunt was cool."

We went inside to warm up some, and mom fixed us a cup of hot cocoa while we waited for my aunt and uncle to return. Mikey and Little Joe were playing with their new toys and the baby was napping in the little basket my aunt brought for her. They'd named her Mary,, and she was a cute little thing and very sweet. She didn't fuss like a lot of babies did and she was cuddly which Johnny and I both liked.

"Well, son...how did it ride?" dad asked as he appeared from the back of the house.

"Great dad, thanks. You should give it a try."

"Actually I did, at the dealership. It brought back a lot of memories, of course we never had anything that nice when I was your age."

"It's perfect dad, thank you so much. I promise I'll take good care of it, and when Mikey is old enough I might pass it on to him," I said, earning a warning look from mom.

By the time my aunt and uncle were back, dinner was almost ready, and with my aunt's help it was soon on the table.

"Did you get the you-know-what?" Mom said to my uncle Joe after we had all filled our plates.

"Yes, but I didn't want to spoil dinner so I thought we'd wait till afterwards to give Mikey his gift."

Mikey's ears perked up and he looked at Uncle Joe with excited eyes, "You got me sumtin' unca Joe?"

"Yes sir buddy, but first you gotta eat all your dinner, okay?"

"Okay," he giggled, "I will. I wonder what it is?" he said looking at me.

I was clueless, heck this whole Christmas season I'd been clueless. How my mom and dad managed to keep my motorcycle a secret from me was strange enough, but now there was another big surprise for Mikey. Then it dawned on me what it might be and I smiled, and hoped I was right.

Everyone agreed they were too full for dessert and we'd save that for later, and truthfully there was no holding Mikey back any longer. 

"You wait here Mikey and I'll be right back with your surprise, can you do that buddy?"

"Uh huh, but hurry unca Joe," he said bouncing up and down on his little feet. 

I looked over at Johnny, but he seemed clueless too, so I didn't feel quite so bad. We all went into the living room to wait for Uncle Joe to return and it didn't take long. 

When he walked in the door he was holding a squirming little bundle of fur, and Mikey squealed with delight when he saw the little puppy Uncle Joe was holding.

"He won't get much bigger than this," he assured my folks, "he's part beagle and he'll be a loyal and sweet-natured dog, perfect for a little boy."

Little Joe had joined Mikey on the living room floor as they hugged and patted the little puppy who wagged his tail and licked their faces to show he liked them too.

"Oh, he's so cute," Johnny said, "I told you Mikey needed a doggy of his own."

"He's so small," I said sitting down by the two little boys.

The puppy nosed my hand and licked it, and that sealed the deal for us. I loved that pup as much as Mikey and Little Joe and we'd just met him. Johnny was reluctant at first to get too close to the pup, I guess because of losing Peck, but eventually he warmed up to him and they became the best of friends.

Uncle Joe took the two little boys and the puppy into the backyard to play, and we helped mom clean up the kitchen. Afterwards we went off to my room while the adults talked in the living room.

"Wow, what a Christmas," I said fondling my new helmet, "a bike, so you knew about this all along and kept it a secret?" I said poking him in the ribs.

"Yeah, but it wasn't easy," he chuckled. "I even helped your dad pick it out."

"I might have known," I chuckled, "well, you did a great job, it's perfect. I like the color too."

"Yeah, I knew you would," he said putting an arm around me, "It's been a great Christmas so far, can't wait to see what the New Year will bring us."

"More happiness and love," I predicted.

"Yeah, I hope so. Umm...I'm kinda tired after all that turkey, wanna take a nap?"

"Okay, but let me go tell mom and dad so they won't disturb us," I said suggestively.

"Good idea," he said raising his eyebrows comically, "never know what might happen."

We snuggled at first, but soon we were hard, and we shucked our clothes and rubbed together naked till we were good and worked up. We didn't think this was the time or place for anything too serious, so we did a quick 69 then got dressed and got that much needed nap.

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The next few days passed quickly, and I spent a lot of time breaking in my Yamaha. Of course Johnny was along for the ride most of the time and I even managed to take my other friends for a ride as well.

Jake loved it, and giggled the whole time, holding fast to my waist, and I had to admit I liked the feel of his warm body against mine. I confess I got a boner, but it quickly went away when I dropped him off at his house.

New Year's Eve was on a Thursday that year, and Johnny and I were planning a little party at his house for some of our friends. On Tuesday I rode down to Donnie's house and not surprisingly Walter was there. 

As I rode up in the yard on my new bike they came out onto the porch to see who it was, and then came out to admire my bike. Donnie asked to ride it, and since Donnie was one of my closest and oldest friends, I didn't hesitate a minute.

Walter waited with me on the porch and we talked about Christmas and the upcoming party while we waited for Donnie to return. He wasn't gone long, and though Walter didn't ask, I suggested he take it for a spin too, but he said he really never had ridden a motorcycle and didn't want to risk wrecking it.

So instead I took him for a ride on the back using the spare helmet that Johnny usually used. When we got back Donnie came out of the house and I parked the bike and he led us inside.

His mom was the only one home, his dad was at work, and Larry of course was in the Army now. After saying hello to his mom we headed off to Donnie's room and all three of us plopped down on Donnie's unmade bed. 

It smelled a little musky in Donnie's room, and there was that familiar smell of sex in the air and I smiled. In fact it actually caused me to get a little hard and I decided to tease the two.

Sniffing the air like a hound dog I wrinkled my nose, "Eww..it smell like sweaty balls and buttholes in here."

"That's just from us having butt sex all night," Donnie laughed, "can you really smell it?"

"Yeah, and I bet your mom can too," I joked.

"Naw, she never comes in here. I do all my own cleaning, and I take my dirty clothes to the washer for her."

"Good thing. So did you stay over last night?" I asked Walter.

"Yeah, the last two nights. I bet you and Johnny been doing some sleeping over too."

"Some, but not as much as we used to," I said not explaining.

"Cause he's so busy these days?" Donnie wondered.

"We both are, but we spend as much time together as we can, and the New Year's Eve Party will be fun. We're all sleeping over then. His folks are going out and won't be back till late."

"Who all is coming?" Walter asked.

"Well, you two, Gerald, Caleb, and Tony. Fred didn't want to come, he had a date with his girlfriend. Jake and Ronnie begged to come, so did Ben, but we decided they were to young, and besides we didn't want too many people or it might get too noisy."

"Tony?" Donnie said sounding curious, "that black kid from the home? How did he get permission to do that?"

"I don't know for sure, but he said he'd be there."

"And Johnny's folks are okay with him bein' there?"

"Why wouldn't they be?" I asked feeling a little annoyed. Was Donnie a racist?

"No reason," he said backing down quickly.

"No, tell me. Is it because he's black?"

Donnie was squirming now, "Well, some folks might not understand, or like it if they knew."

"I'm not worried about other folks Donnie, how do you feel about it? Are you okay with Tony being black?"

"OH sure, yeah. I got no problem with him. He seems like a nice guy."

"He is, and the fact that he's black and an orphan doesn't change that. I like Tony a lot, and so does Johnny. They've become close since they play football together."

"Donnie's dad might be the problem," Walter said quickly in defense of his friend, "He doesn't like black people much."

"That's his problem," I said stiffly, "If you have a problem with Tony being there then maybe you shouldn't come to the party."

"No, I swear I don't care," Donnie said looking stricken, "Please, I wanna come."

"Okay, but treat him just like you would anyone else, okay?"

"I will, I swear."

"Okay, well...I gotta go," I said, still a little miffed. I needed to get away and think about things before I said something I'd regret.

"Okay," Donnie said, "Are you mad at me?" he asked meekly.

I sighed, "No, not really. Look Donnie, we've been friends forever, almost as long as Johnny and I have, and we've never really had a fight before, have we?"

"Nope," he said grinning.

"So, let's not start now. I have your word on this and I trust you, so let's just forget it, okay?"

"Shake on it?"

"Yeah," I said grinning. I took his hand, then pulled him in for a hug and kissed him on the cheek.

He giggled and tried to kiss me back, but I was too fast and pulled away.

"You can kiss Walter," I laughed, "I really do need to go. I'll see you guys Thursday at Johnny's, okay? If either of you need a ride just let Johnny or me know."

"Okay, well...we'll walk ya' out."

We lingered a few minutes saying goodbye, but eventually I kicked the Yamaha into life and rode off while the two stood waving. I rode up Graham and on into the downtown area and thought about what had just happened. I was young and naive, and had no idea why anyone would judge someone because of the color of their skin. 

I was lucky in that my folks raised me to respect everyone, and they were far from being racists. My dad knew a few colored folks that were farmers in the area, and he always spoke highly of them. Mom, God love her, loved everyone, and the color of their skin was no more important to her than the color of their eyes.

I rode over to Caleb's house next and found him home alone. His granny was with Johnny's mom getting her hair done, and Caleb was still dressed only in his underwear.

"Well, looking good," I teased, "were you expecting company? Is that why you're in your undies?"

"I just woke up," he said wiping at his eyes, "Why, you looking for some action?" he teased back.

"If Johnny was here..." I said lewdly.

"No fair, you guys got each other and I got no one."

"Well, if you play your cards right you might hook up with Tony Thursday night," I teased.

"Tony is hot, I wouldn't mind. Do you think he'd be interested? Hey, what about his friend, what's his name, Les?"

"I don't know for sure, but I kind of get that feeling that he might be open for some fun, even if he's not looking for a boyfriend. And as far as Les is concerned, I think they're just friends. Les' mom wouldn't let him come to the party, but I guess she helped Tony get permission to go."

"OH, yeah...why's that? Why do you think Tony might be interested in messing around?" Caleb asked, sounding excited.

"Well, once he was talking about some of the other boys at the home, and he sort of hinted that they might do some fooling around when the lights were out."

"Makes sense, all those horny boys. Mmm...I wouldn't mind spending the night with him and those boys."

"You've got a hardon," I laughed, pointing at his crotch.

"Yeah, I haven't beat off today. Can you help me out?" he pleaded.

"What do you think Johnny would say about that?"

"Do it?" he guessed.

I laughed, "You're probably right, but I want to make sure. Can I use your phone."

"Hello, yes ma'am, can I talk to Johnny?"

"Hi, what are you doing?"

"I'm at Caleb's, are you free?"

"Yeah, want me to come over?"

"Yes, right now if you can."

"On my way, I'll be there in five minutes."

"He's coming over?" Caleb asked looking confused.

"Yeah, if we're gonna help you out, we gotta do it together."

"Damn, that's great. Two for the price of one," he chuckled.

Johnny made record time, and when Caleb let him in he grabbed at Caleb's crotch and said the same thing I had, "You got a hardon."

"Yeah, I tried to get Robert to help me out with it, but he called you instead. I guess he's afraid you'll get mad if he does it without you here."

"Is that right?" he laughed, "Well, Robert, just so you know, in the future, you can take care of our friends without my permission, but since I'm here..."

Caleb led us to his room and was out of his underwear as soon as the door was closed, his hard pecker leading the way. Johnny and I stripped down too, and we all three piled into Caleb's bed and started rubbing around on each other.

While Johnny licked and sucked Caleb's hard little nipples, I was between his legs giving his balls and dick some tongue action. We had him moaning and thrashing around in no time, and then we switched places and I let Johnny work on his pecker while I fed him mine.

Caleb was a good sucker, and before long I was getting close, but I didn't want to come yet, and I didn't want him to either. Moving back down, I pulled Johnny up and started kissing him, letting Caleb's dick graze our lips occasionally and making him crazy.

"Guys, I need to come," he moaned.

"In a minute," I said giving his pecker a little squeeze.

"I have an idea," I whispered to Johnny and when he'd heard what I had in mind we moved into position.

Getting on all fours, I started sucking on Caleb's cock while Johnny knelt behind me and lined up his pecker. With the help of a little spit, Johnny pushed in and began to fuck me as I sucked on Caleb's pecker.

Caleb watched Johnny with lust in his eyes as he moaned and thrust against me, trying to force more of his hard cock into my mouth. I took him deep in my throat and began working my throat muscles over and over, causing more moaning and more thrusting.

"God, how do you do that?" he gasped, "I'm close, Oh God, here it comes," he squealed as he thrust up one last time and began flooding my mouth with his hot sticky sperm.

Caleb's sperm had an almost exotic taste, not too sweet, not too salty, with a spicy taste to it that was probably caused from his granny's good cooking. I gobbled him down greedily, while Johnny continued to bang away at my butthole, sending waves of pleasure all through me.

Johnny knew how to make it last, but that day I think he was in a hurry, and soon after Caleb blew his load, Johnny blew his, filling up my guts with his hot sperm.

"Oh...oh...yessss," he moaned, "this was hot," he panted, "watching you suck Caleb was so hot."

Eventually Johnny pulled out and I felt that sense of loss and emptiness that always came with his withdrawal. Caleb lay there looking sleepy as I licked him clean, then sighed, and looked over at Johnny.

"Now it's Robert's turn," he muttered, "shall we both help him out?"

"Sure, first I need to clean us up a little, got a towel or something?"

Caleb produced what looked like an old bath towel and threw it to Johnny, who wiped off his pecker then gently cleaned me up. Slapping my butt smartly he giggled, "Okay, fall on your back so we can work on you."

Once I was satisfied we lay there resting, rubbing against one another with me in the middle and talked about the party again, and Tony's name came up.

"Tony is a nice guy," Johnny said simply, "I really like him and since he told me about the his problems with some of the other guys on the team I been watching out for him. I had to put a couple of guys in their place, but the rest of the guys seem to be okay with him. It doesn't hurt that he's one damn fine player and partly responsible for our success this year."

I debated whether to mention my conversation with Donnie and decided, as always, that honesty was the best policy when it came to Johnny. We didn't keep secrets, and there was no need to start now. 

When I finished relating what had been said, Johnny looked pissed, but I quickly added that I thought it was just how his dad had raised him, and it wasn't necessarily how Donnie felt.

"As long as he doesn't say anything to me like that, I guess we'll be okay. I don't get that kind of thinking, it makes no sense. Even my mom and dad, who are about as country as they get, don't have anything against blacks. They never batted an eye when I told them I'd invited Tony. They know him from the team and my mom said she thought he was a nice boy."

"He is, and he deserves to be treated just like everyone else," I said sincerely, "and I was telling Caleb that he might be open to a little fun, if Caleb is interested."

"Huh, you think so?" Johnny chuckled, "Well, I can tell you, after seeing him in the shower, that he is hung like a pony."

"Really?" Caleb asked, perking up, "Is he cut or uncut?"

"Uncut, and he has big balls too. I bet he makes a lot of sperm," Johnny laughed.

"Oh shit, I gotta see if I can get some of that," Caleb moaned. "Do you think he likes white boys?"

"White boys as hot as you," I assured him, "I bet he'd love to cream those nice white buns of yours," I laughed.

"Oh, man...I'm getting another boner just thinking about it."

"Well, save it for Thursday night," I suggested, "I really need to go." then turning to Johnny, I added, "So what are you up too?"

"Nothing, want to hang out?"

"Sure, what can we do?"

"Why don't we take your bike out to the pits and do some trail riding?"

"Oh man, that sounds like fun," Caleb said, practically begging with his eyes.

"I guess you can come too," I said, "is that okay Johnny?"

"Sure, Caleb can drive his pickup out there and we can take the bike."

Once that was settled, we all got dressed and headed out. The pits were just outside town on on Highway 69-A and near the Indian Housing Edition. It only took us about fifteen minutes to get there, and when we arrived Caleb parked his truck and we took turns riding the bike over the many different trail, jumps, and hills there.

We spent about two hours there and had a lot of fun, and really gave my bike a good working out. It performed perfectly and I was more in love with it than ever. This was the first time I'd taken it off road, but it certainly wouldn't be the last.

When we finally pulled ourselves away and went back to town we regrouped at Caleb's house and after saying goodbye to him Johnny hopped in his van and I followed him to his house.

His mom was fixing dinner and I was invited to stay, but I begged off, saying it was meatloaf night at our house, and I loved my mom's meatloaf. I had an hour or so till I needed to be home so Johnny and I went to his room.

"Hey, got any new paintings?" I asked as I sat down on his bed.

"Yeah, want to see them?" he said looking excited. He had finally accepted that his art was worthwhile, and was very proud of his accomplishments.

"Of course," I said as I followed him to the spare bedroom that he used as a studio.

"Oh Johnny, these are very good," I said sincerely. This series was of Native Americans in regalia and dancing, as well as a few renderings of our trip to Tsa-La- Gi in Tahlequah.

"How do you do that?" I said inspecting one of the colorful watercolors closely.

"First I draw whatever it is I want to paint, then I just wash the colors on. It gives it a feeling of movement, and the bright colors pull your eyes to it."

"Oh my God, Johnny these are so good. Have you ever considered trying to sell some of your stuff?"

"Aww, it's not that good," he said blushing.

"No, Johnny, this stuff is ten times better than some stuff I've seen in museums. I bet you could sell them for a hundred bucks each if you tried."

"I don't know, you really think so?"

"I'm sure of it. Why don't you take some of these to Mrs. Janz and see what she thinks?"

"She's seen some of my stuff, but not these..."

"Well, she definitely needs to see these."

There was another painting that I hadn't noticed at first, and when I did my face lit up in smile. It was a painting of Mikey and Little Joe holding the puppy that Uncle Joe had gotten him for Christmas and it was adorable.

"Oh Johnny, I love this one," I said picking it up. It was already in a frame and looked very professional.

"I'm giving that one to your mom and dad. Think they will like it?"

"Like it? No, they will love it. It's perfect."

"Hey, did Mikey ever give that mut a name?"

"Yeah," I laughed, "he said he wanted to call him Noopy?"

"Noopy?" Johnny chuckled.

"We finally figured out he meant Snoopy, like the dog in the Charlie Brown cartoon, so that's what we named him."

"Perfect," Johnny said smiling, "Mikey and Snoopy, best pals for life."

"Johnny," I said turning to place a hand on Johnny's chest and gaze into his beautiful brown eyes, "will you still love me when you're a rich and famous artist?"

"How can you ask that," he said moving closer, "I will always love you, and besides, I will probably wind up as a teacher instead of an artist, but you know what? As long as I have you, that's okay too."

"Your art is too good to settle for less than being an artist," I said sincerely, "I think you should plan on studying art and making it your major, maybe with a minor in education."

"I guess that would be okay. So, what about you? What do you want to do when you grow up?" he chuckled.

"I don't know for sure, but lately I've been writing a lot, and I think I'd like to take a stab at that. I could get a degree in education too, that way if my writing doesn't pan out, I would have something to fall back on."

"An artist and a writer," he laughed, hugging me tight, "Aren't we something? Who would have ever thought two small town boys from Pryor Creek would have such big dreams?"

Johnny's mom interrupted us then and we pulled apart quickly, but if she was bothered by our hug, it didn't show on her face.

"Johnny, someone named Becky is on the phone."

I looked at Johnny who blushed, and dashed off to take the call. I was left standing in the middle of his studio staring after him and wondering, who the hell was Becky?




                        End of Chapter 33


Johnny's skills as an artist are continuing to improve and he and Robert have begun making plans for college. Robert has his own wheels now, and Mikey has a new best friend, a beagle puppy named Snoop. Tony is slowly becoming one of the gang, and despite Donnie's  initial reaction to him, he soon falls into line with the others. But who is Becky and will another girl come between the boys? Find out next as the saga continues.
 

Next, the party.

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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