DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL is a continuation of the story, Boys on the Farm, about David and Tristan. If sex between male teenagers is offensive to you or if you are underage then you should move on to something else. DAVID & TRISTAN- BOYS IN SCHOOL is a work of pure fiction -- the characters and the events do not represent any person or situation. Copyright (c)2000 by D.Z., all rights reserved. Please do not post in any other forum, newsgroup, or publication.
As the author of this series, I find it to be a fascinating thing to learn which parts of my writing make an impact on the readers. I appreciate the emails and feedback I have been receiving greatly, even though I may be slow in responding to them for a number of reasons. Again, a huge thanks to all of you who took the time to email me! If you have something thoughtful to say for me to include in a future preface, please feel free to email me at ndman72@yahoo.com.
In Chapter 3, the thing that evoked the most reaction was the part where David comes back from talking on the phone with Tristan and literally cries on Jason's shoulder. One guy wrote to ask if teenagers would really cry as much as I portray them doing in my story. It made me stop and think about that quite a bit. After all, I didn't intend for my characters to be whimpy sissies or a "wuss" as my David would say...I wanted them to be real boys in all regards. What I was trying to portray was the depth of feeling that both David and Tristan had developed in their relationship. They were totally in love and they missed each other deeply.
Readers wrote to comment that it brought back memories of going through the same emotions....some specifically told me that this chapter made them cry as they read it. First, I want to quote the same guy whose comments I prefaced Chapter 3 with--remember Bob from Colorado?
"you have written a lot of good things in the past i believe this is your best chapter i say this first of all because of the scene with david and jason you portrayed davids hurt so well adolescents tend to have black and white thinking many things in their lives are either the greatest things that have ever happened or the worst tragedies so when it comes to love and affection the feelings are very intense and unrestrained by life experience when david cried in front of his friend i cried too you did that so well.
and im glad that you addressed the 'macho' thing that boys learn and drag into adulthood - unfortunately - about being tough and not crying because thats not what males do and i was particularly warmed by the relationship david and jason share being able to support one another you described their 'silliness' very well reminding us that they are still boys.
davids panic was well described my stomach sank with davids when he began to realize what had happened in lubbock and in bed when the two friends held each other was sooo sweet i cried again.---Bob"
I admire Bob very much for being able to be open with his emotions as he identifies with Tristan and David in the story, although he has told me he identifies more with Tristan. Bob captured exactly the feelings that David and Tristan were experiencing and put it into a neat little summary. And then there was another guy I heard from for the first time who told me it reminded him so much of his first love and initial feelings in their relationship. I have heard from several guys named David about my story and love it when they write. Here's what this David from Alabama had to say--
"I'm sitting here with a soggy keyboard. The last couple of chapters since the boys got back from the farm have really brought back a flood of bittersweet memories for me. I fell in love for the first time when I was sixteen. I guess I could tell you a little about the reasons your story had me squalling. Thayne was my first true love. We grew up similar to David and Tristan having known each other practically since birth. I lost my Thayne in a riding accident and then hid my feelings for years. Although none of your guys have died I got to thinking about how close the story read to the actual real life events that we shared as Thayne and I started to discover our love for one another and the feelings of fright, confusion and loneliness when we were apart.---David."
Thank you, David, for sharing this very personal part of your life with me. It means so much to me that these readers write and tell me how my fictional story reflects very closely their true-to-life experiences. The point I am trying to make here is that there is nothing wrong with crying when something or someone touches the core of your emotions. In fact, just maybe it may take more bravery to allow others to see those emotions than not.
There is one more email I received that I want to share with you. This one, from a guy named Christian, was sparked by the father-son talk Randy had with Tristan and the subject of AIDS. There is no doubt in my mind that this email is also motivated from true- to-life experience. Here is a part his message--
"There are many things I would like to say in response to your Boys in School story. One of them is 'do not underestimate your parents understanding'. We hear only of the horror stories, never of the good ones. Gayness is not a scourge of God, but only one of the multiple forms sexuality takes. It is not a disease, but the healthy expression of genetic variety. The day may come where society will need the gays for something.
Another is 'Better be safe then sorry': play safe, learn to use rubbers properly, at all times, and do not take no as an answer. I always used rubbers, but did not use them properly. Look at where I landed: one rupture, one dead meat: me! There's no such thing as a virgin ass.
If you want any insight from the inside on how it is to live with HIV and THE label, ask me; I could tell those kids things they can't imagine possible in a civilized society (even in hospitals). Another good reference is Elizabeth Kubler-Ross' book: Dying of AIDS. Its contents is not as outdated as it looks, believe me.---Christian"
Christian awes me. This is just a part of the email he sent me...his focus is not on himself, but on what he can do to help others as they find their way on the path of self discovery and to be able to live full and happy lives. He has very graciously allowed me to place his email address here in case anyone would like to contact him. His email address is christianlepsy@hotmail.com.
OK. I'll quit yakking now and let you get into what you've been waiting to read--Chapter 4!
DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL. by D.Z.
Chapter 4.
David spent a restless night. He would doze and then wake up, doze and wake up, as he worried about Tristan's safety in Lubbock. "Was Tristan OK? Why wouldn't they answer the phone at that motel where Tristan was staying? What if Tristan was hurt, or worse yet, killed in that town his father was considering moving to? What would he do if something had happened to Tristan? His life would be so empty without Tristan's love filling it...." Over and over those thoughts played in his mind until exhaustion took over and David finally slept.
Jason, a friend of his and Tristan's, slept soundly next to him, sharing his twin bed. David had asked Jason to stay over night with him and keep him company, even to the extent of sharing that small bed because David had been missing Tristan so much. They had talked that night, as close friends will, sharing some private things about what it was like the both of them to have a boyfriend and the wonders and thrills of sex.
Yet, even in his sleep David was focused on Tristan. He dreamt that it was Tristan sleeping next to him, as Tristan had done every night for the past two weeks, sharing everything that they could share between them. David turned over and spooned tightly against the warm body sharing his bed. To David, immersed in his dream state, that warm body was Tristan and he was so glad that his Tris-dude was back where he belonged. David began running his free hand over Jason's front, tracing the outlines of his torso before finding his nipples and arousing them.
Deeply asleep as well, Jason was having his own erotically charged dream, only in his dream his partner was Chris. It was he and Chris finally able to make love to one another. It was Chris who was sending little shocks of pleasure through him as the warm fingers continued their erotic exploration of his chest. And yes, oh yes! that wandering hand began tracing a path of molten fire down towards his anxiously rigid sex trapped in his boxers.
David's world was complete once again. In his dream, his Tristan was with him and now he could show Tristan how much he loved his Tris-dude and there would be no holding back...no doubts. Instead there would be an unrestrained and total bonding of body and heart between the two of them. His fingers slipped lower down the warm body of his lover, their breathing now taking on an urgency in the heightened physical response to their foreplay. Brushing lightly across the tented boxers of his lover, David's fingers dallied, tickling and teasing the hot flesh hidden there.
To say that Jason enjoyed being the object of this sensuous attention would be a monumental understatement. Chris was such an expert lover and was turning Jason on in ways he only dreamt of until this very moment. Jason shifted in his sleep, pressing himself deeper into the embrace and now feeling another proud erection pressed against his own back door. Pulses of preorgasmic pleasure pumped Jason to new heights of bliss. Those teasing fingers were zeroing in on the hard throbber that was aching for something more substantial. Lightly they brushed the length of Jason's cock, causing a reflexive thrust from Jason and a long sigh of pleasure.
That was the signal David was waiting for...it was time to get serious and his hand closed around its intended target, stroking it lightly along its entire length. But something was wrong - what he was holding wasn't the usual size of Tristan's erect joy stick. Obviously Tristan was enjoying it by the motions he was making, but still something wasn't right...
Jason was getting supercharged with a rapidly building orgasm, his heart was pounding and he woke out of the depths of his dream-state to realize he was being held and made love to by David!!! "Oh my God! Now what should I do?" Jason's thinking and emotions darted in all directions. His feelings of exhilaration, joy, guilt, lust, temptation, and amazement were all jumbled together. He was immensely enjoying the feelings created in his body by David...but that was the problem! It was David and not Chris that he was doing this with! And what did David think he was doing, playing around like this and cheating on Tristan!?! That did it - Jason exerted his will power and took hold of David's hand that was doing those wonderful things to him, removing it from his near-to- exploding cock.
"David, wake up. David. David, we shouldn't be doing this." Jason turned to face David as he spoke.
David's eyes flew open in startlement. "Jason! What are you doing here....oh yeahhh." There was a pause as the realization what had been happening hit David. Pain filled David's eyes as his joy at having his Tris-dude with him turned to disappointment and a renewal of loss. "Oh. Ummmmmm, Jase, I'm so sorry if I've offended you or anything. I was dreaming that you were Tristan in bed with me."
"Dayam, and here I thought it was me you wanted," Jason teased. "Were you having fun?"
David half smiled and half grimaced before he answered sheepishly, "Fun? I guess you could call it that. Maybe it was more like my world was complete again, if you know what I mean?"
Momentarily Jason was puzzled, then he smiled as he asked, "You mean you were dreaming about Tristan then dude?"
"Yeah, you know it. It wasn't you I was loving there a minute ago....I mean I thought you were Tristan and we were back together again." David sighed and continued, "I miss him sooo much."
Softly Jason counseled, "I can tell. But seriously dude, you can't let missing him mess up your head. Don't go there, just think positive dude!"
David gathered himself back together and turned to ask Jason, "Ummmm, no 'hard' feelings about this, is there?"
Jason burst out with one of his infamous belly laughs. He buried his face in the pillow, muffling the sound of his laughter.
David poked Jason in the ribs with an elbow and lifted up the pillow. "Like what's so funny about what I just said?"
Still laughing Jason answered, "Yeah, there was at least one hard feeling about it, but no, David, I'm not upset." Abruptly turning serious, Jason gave David's shoulder a gentle squeeze "It's gonna be okay David. Things'll work out okay?"
"Like you keep saying that, Jason. How can you be so sure? What if Tristan does leave for good or if he was hurt or worse in that tornado? What am I gonna do then?"
Jason looked at David matter of factly. "David...would I lie to you?"
David shot Jason a glance before answering slowly, "Welllllllll. OK. No, I guess not." But David still looked doubtful.
"Sometimes you just gotta have faith David...you and Tristan getting together is awesome, and things are going to work out for you," Jason said emphatically. "If I have to get my license and DRIVE to Lubbock, kidnap Tristan, and bring him to live with me, we're gonna get this to work. I doubt it'll even come to that. Love conquers all.. it'll work out." Jason relaxed back assuming his 'I have spoken' face and looked at David.
"Ahh come on, you wouldn't really do that! I mean go with me down to Lubbock to kidnap Tris!"
"I would too, you should know me well enough by now!"
David thought about it and shook his head up and down. "Oh yeah, you would all right."
"Damn straight I would! Hey, let's try to go back to sleep. I was having this really nice dream when you woke me up," teased Jason.
"You go ahead. I don't think I can."
"Sure you can. Here, I'll rub your shoulders a little. Turn over on your side, dude." Jason gently rubbed David's shoulders and back, and bit by bit David relaxed. Finally he fell asleep and Jason was able to get the sleep his body was still yearning.
Jason woke up first that next morning. He and David were sharing David's twin bed, jammed together nose to nose, their bodies touching in many places. He couldn't see the TV but as he laid there looking at David he heard the early morning news show begin the headline coverage of the tornado in Lubbock.
Jason shook David as he talked excitedly, "David. David, wake up! They're talking about Lubbock and showing video scenes on the TV!"
David's eyes snapped open instantly as he focused on what the news reporter was saying as scenes of total devastation flashed across the TV screen...
"...it is absolutely unbelievable what the forces of the tornado, now believed to be an F4 tornado with wind speeds exceeding 200 miles per hour, did to this thriving city. In the dark of night the tornado carved a swath of devastation through the heart of the city of Lubbock, Texas. Behind me you can see the shattered shells of many buildings and over here to my right cars are blown together into heaps of scrap metal. Immediately behind me is the focus of local emergency and rescue crews as they desperately seek to locate and free an unknown number of trapped people in the remains of the Quality Suites Inn. Apparently an outer wall was ripped away from the 10-story motel causing the front side of it to partially collapse. We are told that there were possibly as many as 500 persons registered there last night and officials are struggling to ascertain which of them may be victims of this devastation. Rescue crews have been finding and removing dozens of injured and there are reports of some fatalities as well."
David's upset and worry multiplied a thousand times as he absorbed what the news reporter was saying. Wasn't the Quality Suites Inn where Tristan told him they were staying? And now, looking at the scene displayed on the television of the destroyed motel, a mind-numbing, gut-twisting fear hammered its way into David's core. "Oh my God," David whispered those words. He turned to stare at Jason, his eyes reflecting the anguish he was experiencing. "Now what do I do...that was where Tristan was staying and he could be hurt or dead. No wonder the phone didn't work last night cuz that motel is almost totally demolished! I can't believe this had to happen!"
"Dude, you gotta hold on here. You don't know anything for sure yet. Don't let yourself believe something bad has happened to Tristan until you find out for sure."
"That's easy for you to say! It isn't your boyfriend that could be lying in that wrecked motel now is it?" David's raw emotions were rejecting the bounds of reason and restraint Jason proposed.
"David, he's my friend too and even if he isn't the love of my life, I still care what happens to him. I'm trying to tell you we don't know anything for sure, David, so don't get so wound up. We gotta wait and see and hope we hear from him."
David inhaled with a long, shuddering breath. "Yeah, I guess you're right, but Jason, it's so hard. What if I don't get to see him ever again and tell him I love him if only when I have to say goodbye to him?" David's voice filled with emotion as he said, "You know, I couldn't say it to him before how much I love him. Oh how I wish I had now."
Quietly Jason responded, "He knows you love him, David. I mean who knows you better than me and Tristan? He knows."
That earned half a smile from David, before he turned over again in bed to listen once more to the television. As he did so, he asked, "Could you hold me again Jase? It helped a lot last night and I sure could use some again this morning."
"No problemo, dude." Jason snuggled up against David and threw an arm around him, just as he did last night. Only one difference from the night before made Jason slightly uncomfortable. And that was what to do with the boner he had thrown? Damn, it was tough to be this close to a cute guy and ignore the insistent demands of his manhood. If it wasn't for the fact they both had other boyfriends Jason would be making the most of this golden opportunity!
Now the CNN reporter was interviewing the mayor of Lubbock. The scene was in an office setting that had the view of staff people working determinedly with the constant ring of telephones in the background. "Mr. Mayor, what can you tell us about the disaster relief efforts being mounted in your city this morning?"
"First, the city departments are fully mobilized and are working as hard as humanly possible to restore basic services and provide access to the affected areas. All off-duty and police personnel have reported in and are working to assist our citizens."
"That seems like a monumental task in view of the extent of the devastation here. Are there any other resources that are being called upon to help you in this hour of need?"
"Yes, there are. I have spoken with our Governor and he has ordered the mobilization of units of the Texas National Guard who will be arriving here later today in a matter of hours. We have been in contact with FEMA and they are flying in a disaster team and will arrive here late this afternoon. And we are very grateful to our neighboring cities for the help they are sending us and it is these folks who are already arriving to help."
Next the CNN reporter's face saddened for the leading question of the interview. "Mr. Mayor, what can you tell us about the casualty situation?"
"We are very fortunate that our hospitals all escaped major damage. Their emergency rooms are staffed with a full compliment of medical personnel. Power has been restored to all of them and they are able to provide treatment to the injured. A while back I was given the sad news that there have been quite a number of fatalities from the tornado and that scores of wounded have been taken to the hospitals."
"Mr. Mayor, the question has come up if the city's warning system was working properly and was sufficient to warn people that a tornado had been sighted."
"To the best of my knowledge, all warning sirens did sound within city limits and the tornado alert was put over the airwaves on all radio and TV stations still broadcasting at that hour. The problem is that we didn't have much warning of the tornado's approach in that it formed a few miles outside of town and roared through before people had much chance to receive a warning. The city and emergency 911 center did everything in their power that could be done under those circumstances."
"Thank you, Mr. Mayor, for your comments during this tragic time in your community." The news reporter turned and spoke to the camera, "We will be covering the recovery efforts in Lubbock throughout the day and keeping you informed of their progress. This is Roberta Day of CNN news reporting live from Lubbock, Texas."
David turned back to face Jason once more. A deep worry crease was evident on David's forehead. "See Jason, there is too something to worry about. That was one bad freaking tornado and its so bad they don't even know yet how many people or who all has been hurt and killed."
"Dude, we still don't know whether Tristan was in it...you gotta hang in there!"
"Jason, I don't know if I can. I'm so worried about him..."
Jason screwed up his face, obviously thinking fast and hard. "Ummmm, how 'bout we find something to do while we wait to hear from Tristan?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno. I'm thinking. Well...first maybe we could get showered and stuff and then maybe go do something - like do you wanna go play Ping Pong at my house?"
"Uh uh. If Tristan calls I'm going to be right here to answer the phone...and I want to keep watching TV and maybe learn more about what's going on at that Quality Inn where Tristan was staying."
"Ummmmm. Kay, well then we'll just have ta to do something here. David, would ya mind if I called Chris and asked him to come over and keep us company? He'll be wondering by now why I haven't call him."
David's only response was a slight grimace.
"What? What aren't you saying here, David? Come on, just say it."
"Two things. First, it made me wish I could be with Tristan and second, if Chris comes over you guys gotta keep things low-key, 'kay?"
"Of course, dude! Do we look dumb or something?"
"Sorry. It's just, you know, my dad and everything how he hates gays."
"Promise. We'll be careful not to get busted. I'll call Chris after we've showered and all so let's get moving there dude!" Jason shoved David out of the bed and he hit the floor with a thud.
"You dork! I wasn't ready to get up yet!" David growled at Jason while picking himself up off of the floor.
"That's a bunch of b.s." laughed Jason. "Somebody, or should I say, something, is already up!" Jason giggled again as he pointed to David's morning erection showing starkly through David's white briefs.
David's response was to rip the covers off of a still giggling Jason and pull him to the edge of the bed with the intention of dumping him on the floor too. Then David caught sight of what was protruding from Jason's crotch. "Well lookit here. And what do you have hidden in those shorts of yours, Jase? A banana or what?"
Jason giggled some more before retorting, "Yeah. You wanna peel it for me?" He couldn't help but giggle unrestrainedly as he was overcome with hilarity.
David flashed a smile at Jason despite the underlying worry gnawing at his guts. Still smiling at Jason cracking up the way he was David joined in the sexual banter. "Sure, and then the next thing you'd want with your banana is some cream I suppose?" Jason's diversionary tactics were working.
In between giggles Jason gasped out, "Yeah, but I...only like it...fresh and warm!" And Jason was consumed with giggles once again.
David only shook his head and raised his eyebrows with a wry smile at that one. "Come on funny boy, let's go shower before you wet your pants."
Leaving the television droning on about some economic drivel and the stock market taking a dramatic drop the previous day, the boys each slipped a pair of shorts, hiding their very obvious morning erections. After gathering clean clothes, they headed for the spacious bathroom in the opposite corner of the second floor, it having been a bedroom when the old house was originally built. David's dad had remodeled the house extensively and transformed the smallest bedroom upstairs into a modern bath, complete with a shower and a jacuzzi tub.
"This is so my little brother Jimmy doesn't come barging in on us," David explained as he locked the bathroom door. As he proceeded to get clean towels for both of them out of the linen cabinet, he asked, "Jase, you want to shower first or what?"
Jason, who was inspecting the spacious jacuzzi tub answered with a speculative leer in his voice, "Ever try this out as a two seater? Bet you could have a lot of fun in this with someone!"
"You know, I hadn't thought of that. Just think what fun we could have, I mean the four of us, sometime if we ever had this place to ourselves." Placing the towels on the generously sized counter between twin sinks, David prompted Jason while stripping off his clothes, "Well, don't be bashful cuz I'm not so get naked and let's get started."
"Like I said once before, David, what ever happened to Mr. Modest? You woulda never gotten naked around someone else before, and especially when you are sporting a hardon!"
"Get over it Jason, and get naked yourself! Like I told you, now that I know you're gay too, I don't have to worry about that modest stuff. With Tristan I learned that size isn't everything. Tristan has more size-wise than you or I ever will but he doesn't think it matters much--he thinks mine is perfect," David said looking over his shoulder while standing at the toilet. "Man! I hate trying to take a piss with a hardon, sometimes it takes forever to get things started and I gotta go!"
Jason shed his clothes rapidly and moved up next to David. "Move over there stud, I gotta go bad too so quit hogging the toilet!" Jason joined David at the task of bending their stiff cocks downwards towards the water so they could relieve at least one of their pent up urges. Finally, after another pause David relaxed enough to start his stream and a second later Jason's followed.
"Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, Ahhhh, what a relief it is," joked Jason, singing the familiar ad jingle.
David laughed at him before observing, "You are so corny sometimes." He paused for a second, turning his head slightly to watch Jason still pointing his mostly rigid cock downwards before continuing, "You know, you've got a pretty nice set of equipment there, Jase. I mean, for a cut guy, you must be a little bigger than me when you're hard...say about, ummmm, 6 inches?"
"Yup, a little over in fact. Six and one quarter, to be exact. Wish I had my 'skin yet, yours looks so kewl the way it pulls back like that."
"Thanks. Tris says the same thing. But your cock is nice and thick, too, but not like Tristan's. His is way bigger. You've probably not seen it at its full size, have you?"
"No, I haven't. I almost did once at the time I slept over at his house when you were gone on vacation last year, but he left and went to the bathroom then. Does it really get all that big?"
"Yeah, it's at least 7 inches long and way thicker than ours."
"Awesome. It would be kewl to see."
"Yeah, but its even better when he's using that whopper of his to make you feel really good, you know what I mean?" David smirked. His stream finally slowed and reduced to those final spurts of fluid David said, "Well, how we gonna do this shower? One at a time or together? And who goes first if it's one at time?"
"Ummmmm, I don't know." Jason affected his deep thinking look. Then suddenly he pointed his finger of his free hand upwards and pronounced, "Here's how we decide. Kay, we're gonna do it by paper, scissors, rock. Whoever wins goes first. If it's a tie, we both get in. On the count of three, go. One, two, three!" That was nothing new for them since over the years Tristan, David, and Jason had decided many an issue that way and Jason quickly flashed the rock sign. Jason figured he had it won because David usually chose scissors...
Simultaneously David shot his other hand out and....he flashed the rock sign too! It was a tie. "Guess we shower together, huh Jason?"
"Yup. Now remember the 6 inch rule," Jason teased.
"Get serious, dude. I'm not gonna jump ya in the shower or anything." David retorted.
They simultaneously shook the last drops off of their partially deflated erections and then the boys headed for the shower. David turned the water on and adjusted the water temp before climbing in. He then turned with his back to the water, waiting for Jason. "Well, are ya coming in or not?" David asked when Jason hesitated.
"Just making sure you were kewl with this, David," murmured Jason as he stepped into the shower and closed the frosted glass door. Already David's head was tipped back under the water and his blonde hair was plastered to his head. The water coursed down his body and a stream of it ran off of the end of his now flacid cock with the tip of his glans barely showing behind the foreskin. "Yup, that Tristan is one lucky dude," Jason observed.
"Why's that?" David asked with his eyes closed as the water sprayed over him.
"Because you are one hell of a sexy dude. How did you get such great muscle definition, anyway?"
"Sports mostly, I guess. I've lifted a few weights but not very often. I just like to stay active. You've got a nice bod too...and especially a nice ass. With the right pants you would have all of the girls hanging on ya!"
"Ain't that just grand! Except that isn't what I want. Chris is the one for me."
"Jase, you wanna help me wash my hair?" David asked from under the water. "Tristan always did that for me. You do mine and then I'll do yours, okay?"
"Sure, no problemo." Jason found the shampoo and squirted a generous squirt of it in his hand before he stepped closer to David and began working it into David's scalp. As he did so, Jason's cock brushed against David's a couple of times, sending delicious jolts of pleasure shooting up through his cock to spread a warm glow through his entire body. Almost immediately he was sporting a rod, and looking down, he could see that David was too. "Ahhh, David, looks we kinda developed a problem here....." Jason was being uncharacteristically hesitant.
"What, you mean because we have hardons and they've touched?"
"Ummm, yeah."
"So what, we know what each other's looks like now and everything."
"Well, yeah. Ummmm, do you need to do something about it?"
"Nope. I could but I'm not going to....I'm saving it for Tristan when he comes back."
"You really are in love for sure, aren't you?"
Softly David said, "Yeah, I couldn't admit it to myself at first but I am now and you know it....." and then his voice changed to normal as he added, "and I'll kick your ass if you're going to make a big deal out of it!"
"Did you say lick my ass? Oooh, that sounds soooo nice," Jason teased back and laughed his belly laugh.
"Jason, you are really terrible, you know that?"
"Nah, David. Remember, I'm BBBBAAADDDD, really BBBAAADDD!" and Jason went off into another fit of laughter.
BANG BANG BANG BANG. It sounded like someone was trying to kick in the locked door to the bathroom.
"David, let me in! I gotta go really bad and you gotta let me in right now. Mom says so." It was Jimmy, David's younger brother.
David said to Jason, "See what I told you, the twirp is awake now and wants to come in and use the bathroom."
"It sounds like you better let him in before he either breaks down the door or pisses on himself," Jason observed.
David stuck his head out of the shower door and yelled back, "Well hang on to it for another second, I'm in the shower!"
"No, I can't wait anymore. You gotta open up right now before I pee on the floor."
"Well, do it and then you can clean up after yourself."
"DAVID, OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW!"
"Man, that Jimmy can be such a pain in the ass sometimes!" David muttered to himself as he hopped out of the shower, leaving Jason to finish by himself and quickly draped a towel around his middle. As he unlocked and opened the door David hoped Jimmy wouldn't notice his hardon still evident and pushing out the front of the towel as he tried to stay behind the door as he opened it.
"Bout time you opened up there David," Jimmy said accusingly as he rushed to the toilet. "Is that Jason still in the shower or are you wasting hot water?" Jimmy hurriedly shucked down his sleeping shorts, presenting David with the sight of two round and cute little butt cheeks peeking out as the sounds of an urgent stream of boy piss hit the water.
"Yes, that's Jason in the shower so beat it, twirp!"
"Ooohhh, tough guy today aren't you? Well, it looks to me like you were 'beating' it with Jason there by what you're trying to hide under that towel," Jimmy fired back in retribution.
"No, I wasn't 'beating' it with Jason...now get lost before I throw you in the shower and turn on the cold water."
"Make me. You look like you're the one who needs the cold shower," Jimmy giggled.
"Don't mess with me, Jimmy because you'll lose."
"Oooooh. I'm like sooo scared," Jimmy said as he finished taking his morning leak and pulled up his shorts before turning around.
"Get lost."
"Make me." Jimmy held his ground and planted his hands on his hips, cockily defying David.
David grabbed Jimmy and drug him over near the shower. The two brothers scuffled some in getting there but soon Jimmy was where David wanted him. In the process of the scuffle David lost his towel but was beyond caring. "Jase, Jimmy wants to get wet so turn off the hot water and jump out, OK?"
"Sure thing David. Need some help?"
"Nope, just hold the door open."
Jason hopped out of the shower avoiding the spray of cold water and watched as David wrestled Jimmy closer to the shower stall.
"David, don't! I'll tell Mom!"
"You tell Mom and you'll really be sorry then! You wanna cock off to me in front of my friends you're gonna pay."
"Mom's really gonna be mad at you if you get everything all wet so just let me go!"
"No prob there, Jimmy. Let me fix that. Jase, hold his arms a sec while I undress him for his shower."
Jason let go of the shower door and grabbed Jimmy's arms.
"Quit it! God, what a couple of pervs you are! David don't!" Jimmy fought valiantly but to no avail. In a flash David had yanked down Jimmy's shorts down to his ankles and slipped them over his thrashing feet. By now it had become obvious why Jimmy was so desperate to avoid being stripped--his uncut boycock was jutting straight out, all 3 inches of it standing out rock solid above a nice set of balls. Jimmy gave up at that point, biting his lip to keep it from trembling. "You happy now that you can see my weiner sticking out?" he asked tremulously.
"So what. We aren't ashamed to be naked in front of you, Jimmy," David replied.
Jimmy flashed David a look of pure disgust before answering, "Well, duh, why should you be? Look at how big you guys are and all the hair you have. And then you see mine all hard but you sure didn't want me to see yours that way."
"Jimmy, you don't need to be ashamed of us seeing yours like that--every guy's dick wakes up and starts to have a mind of its own about your age. Just wait until you get called to stand up in class when you have a stiffy that won't go away. Now that's embarassing!" David explained.
"Did that really happen to you?" Jimmy asked excitedly.
"Yup, last year in English."
"Oh wow. So can I see your stiffy then?" Jimmy's abrupt change of direction absolutely floored David.
His mind reeling from Jimmy's innocent-sounding forwardness David responded on automatic pilot, "I don't think so twirp. You think we're gay or something?"
"Maybe. Like what were you doing--showering together at the same time or something like that?"
Again Jimmy's innocent retort made David's knees weak. Did it show already? David put on his best front and bluffed, "Well we're not and besides its none of your business. If you don't want me to finish giving you the cold shower treatment you'll scram."
"I'm going so don't get your panties all in a bunch," Jimmy couldn't resist a final jab. "Give me my shorts and I'm outa here you two jerk-offs." David handed Jimmy's shorts to him. Jimmy janked his shorts up and over his privates and stalked out of the bathroom in a huff as David and Jason silently watched him leave, not without taking a glance at each other's worried faces. David made sure the door was latched and locked as Jimmy left.
"Oh my God, David, do you think he really knows? I mean how could he tell?," Jason breathed nervously, standing there still very wet and very naked.
David felt sick to his stomach. He didn't anticipate having to deal with this so soon. Heaving in a big breath David summoned up the words to answer, "He's just acting tough and being a smart-mouthed little kid. He doesn't know anything, how could he?"
"He sure sounded like he knew we're gay. What if he starts spreading rumors? I mean they'd be about YOU of course cause nobody would believe I'm gay, but you're so pretty and all." Jason was worried not only for himself and Chris, but for David as well. Still he couldn't help but toss in a few comments to deal with his anxiety with humor the way he usually did.
"He's just repeating the crap he hears from other kids his age...you saw him, he barely knows what its like to have a stiff dick." David countered. "I'll talk to him later when he's not mad at me about it. I don't think we have to worry about it and even if he says something to somebody you just have to make them think its all b.s. from a little kid, okay?"
"Dayam, I hope you're right. Besides, we're not gay, we just have boyfriends that we love and have sex with!" Jason giggled. "Throw me a towel so I can dry off, would ya?" Jason's skin was covered with goose bumps as his wet skin dried and his formerly swollen genitals had shriveled from the effects of his chill.
David dabbed dry the hidden wet spots off his body since he was mostly dry by now. He toweled off his back and then dried his crotch before walking over to the mirror and combing out his blonde hair.
"Can I use your comb?" There was Jason standing nude next to him with his hand out for the comb.
David looked at Jason's reflection in the mirror, taking in the view of Jason's teenage vitality. "Sure, here. You know, it's great not to have to worry about other guy's hangups about being naked around each other...like they are in school so much. Heck, most of them won't even shower after gym class so they douse themselves with deodorant and cologne that reeks instead. Some days I can hardly breathe when I come out of there."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Of course you won't have any problems showering now with you being such an exhibitionist! Hey, speaking of deodorant, you got some I could use?" Jason asked changing from his joking tone to his serious tone with the usual instant transformation.
"Yup. You need my toothbrush too?" David said with a straight face as he handed Jason his personal stick of deodorant.
"Gross! Sheesh, I like you David but I'm not gonna marry ya and share your damn toothbrush with ya! You can do that with Tristan if you want." Jason shuddered a little as he finished with the deodorant and gave it back to David.
Grinning widely David said, "Got ya for once there Jason! Move over so I can brush my teeth. Did you bring a toothbrush in your stuff you brought?"
"Yup. I'll go get it. Be right back."
"Jason, wait a sec."
"What? You wanna kiss me goodbye or something like that? I wuv you too Davey baby!" Jason leered back at David.
"Don't you think you should put a little something on...or are you planning on flashing your goodies off to my sister Ashley or making Jimmy wonder about you some more?"
"OH YEAH! She needs to see a real man like me, don't you think?" Jason laughed as he slipped his baggy shorts on.
"Oh for sure, and she's gonna dump the captain of this year's football team too once she sees you flaunt yourself. Get real, Jason."
"That's right. She's a senior this year isn't she? And she's going out with Brad Mills? Man...I don't care whether he's the captain of the football team or not. He'll NEVER be half the man his mother was." Jason cracked up and went out the door laughing like crazy.
Despite what he said, David knew Jason was impressed. Brad Mills was THE hunk of the school, 6'2" tall and had a physique that all the girls drooled over and most all the guys were envious of. And on top of it all, Brad was one of those jocks that had brains....he was an "A" average student and, best of all, he wasn't stuck up. He'd even say hi to the underclassmen if he knew them. He was easily the most popular kid in the school.
While Jason was getting his toothbrush David brushed his teeth and combed his hair into its final shape now that it had dried somewhat. Then Jason was back and brushed his teeth while David dressed for the day in his usual attire, baggy shorts and a colored T-shirt.
"Hurry up Jase so we can go get something to eat--I'm starved," prompted David and within seconds they were on their way to the kitchen where David's mom had set out breakfast makings. Little talk was heard as the boys munched their way through breakfast cereal, toast, and fruit. David ate an orange while Jason preferred to have a banana.
David started laughing as he watched Jason eat his banana. "Is that the banana you were hiding from me earlier?" he wisecracked.
"Yup, but the service in this place is pretty shoddy cuz there's no cream to go with it unless you know where its kept!" Jason picked right up on their earlier bantering and came right back with his usual quick wit.
Cupping his crotch with his hand David taunted, "I know where its kept and...you...can't...have...any!"
Giggling Jason retorted, "It's your loss, dude. Guess I'll have to do my business elsewhere. So should I call Chris now and tell him to come on over?"
"Sure. We'll figure out something to do when he gets here. You know where the phone is."
"Well, duh! How many years have I been your friend and been coming to your house? Although," Jason said lowering his voice, "I might forget when I'm finished consuming all the alcohol it'll take to steady my nerves from seeing that bod in the shower earlier!" Jason went giggling to the phone and called Chris while David picked up their dirty dishes and straightened things around in the kitchen. He stood around for a couple of minutes waiting for Jason to get done talking before deciding not to wait any longer and went to see what was taking Jason so long on the phone--usually Jason hastily blurted out what he was calling about and got off the phone. But not today and not with Chris!
"Ooooops, here's David looking for me so are you gonna come over and spend the day with us? Kewl, until we hear from Tristan we're gonna be hanging near the phone. See ya in an hour, lover boy. You know I do. Yeah. Bye." Jason hung up the phone and told David with a "I'm in love' look on his face, "Yup, he's coming over in an hour or so."
"Dude, do I look so hopelessly in love when I talk about Tristan as you do when you talk about Chris?" David asked softly as he leaned towards Jason.
"I do not!"
"Huh! You should see yourself, dude! You are in over your head, I can tell you that!"
"Yeah, and look who's talking, anyway? Just for that you deserve a snuggy!" and Jason jumped at David and tried to yank up the back of his shorts.
David shut him down immediately. "Not in here, dude! We're dead meat if we break something. You wanna fight you'll have to do it my room."
"You're on hot shot! Get your buns upstairs where I can kick some ass!" And the mock fight was on. They took it upstairs and play fought and wrestled just like they had been doing for years as kids. Gone were the restraints that had built up in latter years against close body contact for fear of being labeled gay. They grunted and laughed and giggled and generally shook the walls a time or two as they sparred as two young stallions would. Before long the noise they were making had attracted Jimmy. Gleefully he jumped into the fray, teaming up with Jason against David. Jimmy knew a golden opportunity for revenge when he saw one! As he fought his brother Jimmy giggled with delight because it was so rare that he on the winning side!
Inevitably David was slowly pinned to the floor under the weight of his opponents...and Jason administered the coup de grace, the snuggy that was promised to him! Jason grabbed a fistful of the baggy shorts and pulled them into a tight knot around David's crotch as Jimmy perched on David's shoulders while Jason pinned his legs. "Say 'uncle' and we'll let you go," Jason demanded.
"No way, dude!"
Jason twisted the fabric tighter and growled in his tough guy voice, "You gonna say 'uncle' yet or do we have to get rough?"
"Yeah," Jimmy chimed in. "You want us to hafta kick your ass big time or what?"
"You know I don't give in so easy!" David grunted. David was glad he was lying with his front side down because he had sprung wood again and Jason wasn't helping the situation at all! The pressure on his crotch combined with the presence of Jason's hand near his hole stirred up memories and the desire for the sensuous delights that he had experienced with Tristan. He couldn't tell if his nuts ached from the snuggy or from a pent-up need for release, but he couldn't deny the fact that his 'nads were primed and loaded! The temptation to give in and indulge his newfound sexual craving was nearly overwhelming. But one thing about David, he was a determined person...some would call it stubborn! Trying to salvage his pride from being bested and also wanting to hide his arousal David refused to give in. It was a stalemate that lasted for the space of some minutes.
Then it was the top of the hour and the CNN news broadcast began to run. David caught its distinction opening and called for a truce. "Dude, I wanna catch this. I'll finish you off later, kay?"
"In your dreams, David. In your dreams."
"Shush, I'm watching this." Jimmy slid off of David's shoulders but propped himself with an arm across David's back. The other two boys stayed sprawled on the floor breathing hard while the now familiar scene of devastation from Lubbock appeared on the screen. The view cut to the image of Roberta Day, CNN reporter, and a fireman wearing a white helmet as they stood in front of the camera. Behind the two of them you could see that the street filled with fire engines. Two ambulances were also parked there with their emergency lights all flashing.
Roberta received her cue and began speaking. "This is Roberta Day reporting live from Lubbock, Texas. In the early morning hours this community a F4 tornado carved a swath of devastation through the heart of this community. The city has been declared a disaster area by state and federal authorities and help has been pouring in. One place that has been the focus of rescue efforts is behind us, the Quality Suites Inn, which was severely damaged in last night's tornado. The tornado ripped away an outside wall and the entire side of one wing collapsed, injuring and killing an unknown number of people. "
"Rescue crews and pieces of heavy equipment have been arriving in a steady stream as efforts to remove the wreckage and free any trapped survivors intensify. Battalion Chief Harry Jensen is in charge of this rescue effort and can give us an update on this situation. Chief Jensen, do you know how many people are trapped in this wreckage?"
"No, we do not. We do know it is a considerable number, maybe as many as 50. We know there are some survivors in there as we have heard them. There were 3 people freed from the wreckage thus far and have been transported to the nearest hospital."
"Can you give an idea of who they were and how seriously they were hurt?" Roberta asked with a show of concern on her face.
"Those folks were lucky. It was a man and his wife and their daughter. They had some cuts and bruises but were in a corner room where the ceiling didn't completely collapse. However to free the remaining victims we will have to carefully move the concrete floor sections and debris from collapsed walls."
"Thank you very much Chief for your update. Can we check back with you later to keep our viewers informed of the status of your rescue efforts?"
"Yes, you certainly may. I will make myself available to the media briefly each hour."
Roberta smiled at the chief, "You are very professional. Thank you again." She turned back to the camera and announced, "This is Roberta Day reporting live at the scene of an intensive rescue effort at the Quality Suites Inn here in Lubbock." The view switched next to a scene of an entire block of houses flattened by the tornado where another reporter began telling that story...
David's high spirits from the horseplay had evaporated instantly upon seeing the deeply disturbing news from Lubbock once more. "See what I mean Jason?" David said dejectedly. "Here it is almost 11:00 in the morning and we still haven't heard from Tris and now they're telling us about injuries and fatalities!? David's voice kept rising as he became more and more emotional as he spoke.
Jimmy spoke up into the ensuing silence. "Your friend Tristan in down there in that mess?" he asked.
"Probably," David said worriedly. "We haven't had a phone call yet from him saying he's ok or anything."
"We don't know that for sure now do we?" Jason still was fighting the battle to maintain a positive outlook, but the situation was getting grim despite his best efforts. Inwardly Jason was debating whether to tell David to try calling Quality Suites once more. What would be worse? Continuing not to know for sure or to hear that something bad had happened to Tristan. Jason decided to wait a while longer before making the suggestion.
The three boys watched the continuing coverage of the havoc wrecked upon Lubbock on the news. By now all the major networks had reporters on location and were filling the airwaves with tales of devastation and human drama. Even Jason was being silent for once, his usual spontaneity subdued.
The front door bell chimed below. Jason was on his feet in an instant. "That must be Chris! I'll go let him in!" he exclaimed excitedly and rushed downstairs to open the door, yanking it open. YES! It was Chris, his hunky boyfriend, wearing his gorgeous smile!!! "Come on in Chris! Dayam you are looking fine today!" Chris greeted him with a half hug.
Laughingly Chris replied, "You're looking pretty darn...pretty good that is, today too!" Chris had caught sight of Jimmy coming down the stairs to check his arrival. "So what's up?"
"Well David is glued to the TV right now cuz he's afraid Tristan has been caught in this big motel that was destroyed in that tornado in Lubbock and he's pretty worried. I've been trying to keep his mind off from it but I'm losing the battle here. He won't go anywhere so we'll have to find something to do here."
"Kay, I can think of lotsa stuff we can do, but maybe not right now," Chris hinted.
"Yeah, me too, dude but why don't we go upstairs and see what we can do to keep David's head on straight?"
"Too late for that, aren't we?" Chris grinned wickedly.
Jason caught the hidden pun and giggled. "You know what I meant. Come on," and he led the way upstairs, Chris and Jimmy trailed behind. Chris admired the view in front of him the entire way as he watched Jason's cute ass power its way up the stairs. He couldn't help but start to grow wood--he knew would never be able to get enough of that sexy, and funny, and loving Jason. He'd found himself a real boyfriend at last! But for now there was David and his problem to deal with first.
"Look who I found!" Jason announced excited as he entered David's room.
"Hey Chris! How ya doin'?" David greeted Chris.
"I'm fine, the question is, how are you doing?"
"Could be better, dude. A lot better. Did Jason tell ya about Tristan and what happened in Lubbock?"
"Yeah, I know about it. Don't worry, we're here for you no matter what!"
"I know..and it really helps knowing that." David gestured to the news coverage on the TV. He continued by saying, "They are still trying to reach all of the people that have been trapped under the wreckage of that motel..Tris could be in there..." David's eyes took on a haunted, mournful look as he voiced his deepest fears.
"Hey dude, we're gonna just have to sit here and wait it out with ya. But we can't just sit around staring at each other all day....well maybe Jason could but that his personal problem!" Chris winked over at Jason as he was teasing him.
"Yeah, but we won't get into that just now, right Chris? Maybe later we'll see who gets into what," Jason retorted with a grin.
Glancing over and Jimmy standing there listening to the innuendo with intent interest made David nervous. That more than anything made David anxious to steer the conversation onto safer ground. "Maybe we could play a board game or something so we can keep CNN playing cuz the video games will keep me from watching what's going on in Lubbock. Ummmmm, we could play Risk or Monopoly or Trivial Pursuit or Yatzee."
"Yeah, sure." "Okay." "Can I play too?" Of course, that was from Jimmy.
"Guys, is it OK if Jimmy plays?" David asked with a shrug of his shoulder.
"No problemo." That was Jason. "Sure, why not?" Chris took his cue from Jason.
"AWESOME!" Jimmy shouted ecstatically!
"Okay, now what is it gonna be? I'm up for Risk or Monopoly, what about you guys?" David didn't want to have to concentrate too much so he suggested his old favorites.
"Monopoly!" Jimmy insisted. "I wanna play Monopoly so I can get lots of hotels and bankrupt you guys!"
"Sounds good to me," Chris said looking over at Jason. "Sure, as long as I get the racing car token." Jason was like that. He wanted the icon which reflected his personality best and Jason was always zooming around with boundless energy...that is until he would run out of energy which was usually midnight or so!
"Jimmy, go get the game would ya?" David asked. Jimmy spun around and dashed out - he was so excited he was being included in the game with the older boys! David said after Jimmy left the room, "Thanks guys for letting Jimmy play - see how excited and happy that made him?"
"Hey, we're killing time with ya and its fine - he's cute. Too bad, though, we can't play the special rules," Jason grinned and looked over at Chris, "The ones where you lose the shirt off of your back before you go bankrupt!"
"You lose anything else besides the shirt off of your back?" Chris smirked back at him.
"Yeah, we'll have to play that way sometime," Jason guffawed. "Like Jimmy did this morning! You shoulda seen him when David and I were gonna give him the cold shower treatment!" Jason quickly told Chris the "bare bones" of Jimmy interrupting their shower and his reaction.
Then Jimmy came racing back. "I want the dog," he declared as he entered. "David, are you gonna be the top hat like you usually are?"
"I guess so, if Chris doesn't want it."
"Nah, I wanted to be the cannon myself," Chris bumped David a little as he said that.
Jason shot back with a grin and the two of them smiled at each other, trading looks of promise for later.
So the game of Monopoly was set up and each boy got his starting cash and the game began. It was a typical game, the boys scrambling for choice properties and building houses and hotels as they went. The day wore on, David becoming increasingly quiet and despondent as he watched the news reports showing victim after victim being pulled from the rubble of the motel. His heart would fall a little with each one, afraid the person would be Tristan. Many of the victims were dead, driving home the brutal reality of the natural disaster.
Once the telephone rang during the game and David's heart soared as he hoped it was Tristan calling. In a flash he answered it, only to return with a downcast expression on his face. "No, it wasn't Tristan," he reported dejectedly. "Only Brad wanting to talk with Ashley."
David was the first to lose - his heart wasn't in the game and he had to be reminded when it was his turn much of the time. Jason couldn't stand it any longer, he wanted something to happen instead of this endless waiting and waiting. "Why don't you try calling the motel number again?" he suggested. "Maybe its working now and you can find out about Tris."
"Great idea!" David was re-energized by the prospect of maybe hearing about Tristan and went straight to the phone, dialing the number from memory. David was awesome at how he could remember numbers! After many many rings the phone was answered at the other end! David's heart was hammering and he could hardly talk he was so nervous. The other boys could hear his voice from out in the hall as he spoke. "Hello? Ummmmmm, yeah. I'm trying to find out about my friend Tristan Cochran who was staying your motel last night....they might be registered under the name of Randall Cochran. Did they check out or do you know if they were hurt in the tornado? You can't? How can I find out then? Oh....well, thanks anyway."
David came into the room even more depressed than he was before. He slowly looked at the others and told them, "They can't tell me anything because their records were destroyed and the police are only talking to relatives who are reporting missing persons. I'm just plain screwed because I'm not a relative...Oh God I wish Tristan would call!" David's voice caught as he voiced his feelings.
"There's nothing else to do then but wait, huh?" Jason put his arm around David trying to comfort him.
"Guess not. Hey guys, I don't feel much like doing anything else today except to be by myself. Could ya check with me tomorrow or something? Maybe Tristan will have called by then."
"Sure thing Davey, if that's what you want. I'll call you later," Jason said softly. Then more brightly he turned and said to Chris, "Let's head over to my place, kay dude?"
Jason, Chris, and Jimmy all quietly left David to be alone except for the sound of the TV's drone in the background. David's eyes dripped tears as he plopped down on his bed and waited with a grieving heart for word about the fate of the boy he loved. As he thought about Tristan, David's guts were churning he felt so sick. After who knows what amount of time, he laid down on his bed and stared at the wall, trying to only see Tristan again during their adventures on the farm instead of in a hospital or at a funeral. Finally, totally depressed and sick with worry, David fell asleep.