David and Tristan

DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL is a continuation of the story, Boys on the Farm, about two teen boys named David and Tristan. It is a story of discovery...what the boys learn about life, about themselves, and what it means to be gay. 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)2001 by D.Z., all rights reserved. You may contact me by emailing ndman72@yahoo.com.

PREFACE:

By now you have come to expect seeing an email in this preface from a reader who wrote to me, right? I want to share this one with you as another example of two guys whose love and commitment to each other helped them overcome all of the adversity and pain homophobic and racist people threw at them. Here's what Mike and Alan had to say--

Howdy D.Z.-

Thanks for writing "Boys on the Farm" and "Boys in School." The stories have brought back some memories (good and bad) for my partner Alan and me. We first met in elementary school in Texas. My family has a small spread but Alan's folks are Air Force. They lived nearby. Alan and I were great friends, but had several forced separations because they went to Europe and the Philippines over the years until his Dad retired. We were in the 10th grade when we found our attraction to each other too strong to deny. Many of the scenes that you depicted in "Farm" were very similar to our own adventures, especially the "skinny dipping."

We've been together since then. Inseparable since 10th grade. It wasn't easy for us, especially for Alan. His folks basically disowned him almost at immediately after we were outed by his sister. His Dad was going to kill me because I was the one who corrupted his son into a path of sin and degenerate behavior - before he'd kill Alan too! I was stunned to say the least. I still remember the terror in his eyes that day he fled to my house - it's like remembering a nightmare even today. The memory can still make me break out in a cold sweat so many years later!

Alan's mother is Korean and she produced this wonderful, loving, kind and gentle man that I love so deeply, but even though I knew about some of the racial bigotry he experienced in HS (before and after we were out), I didn't know just how deeply the slurs and threats (based on his racial background) had hurt him.

You no doubt understand how cruel kids can be, especially in HS. We both experienced more than our fair share of cruelty because of who we were and what we represented, but I'm beginning to understand that the racial hate is something that I didn't share in or could understand at the time: just how much those words hurt Alan maybe more than the homophobia did. Does that make sense? The last two years of HS were really bad, but my parents (they're both agriculture professors at the local college) took Alan in without any hesitation. We both think that we're blessed.

We still go back to the ranch on weekends and we still skinny dip in the river. So DZ, our journey continues and maybe, just maybe, your writings have provoked opening doors and some positive growth by these two humble readers. To make a long story short, please keep writing about David & Tristan. Both Alan and me are wondering how things will work out in the end and we also hope that the story will continue for a long time. We have enjoyed it - even the bittersweet memories that were produced by reading your work.

Thanks again and keep writing!--Mike and Alan

Mike and Alan are a real inspiration to me as I continue to visit with them. They share a love so deep and express it in many little ways throughout their daily lives. What is even more meaningful and inspiring to me is that they reach out to others and share the spirit of their love. I know of several specific examples of their helping other gay guys such as a gay couple battling with AIDS, a closeted gay teen struggling with all of the issues of being religious and gay, a recently outed gay teenager who was kicked out by his father when he was caught kissing his boyfriend, and also a pair of college guys who defied the odds and found their soul mates in each other. Now don't get me wrong! When I mean that Mike and Alan share their love, I don't mean that they are sharing their bodies, but that they are reaching out and helping all of these other guys in various stages of their lives feel wanted and loved for who they are and also allowing them to express that love openly and without shame.

Mike and Alan insist that they are not doing anything special, but to me, they are shining beacons of hope and caring love for gay guys in a landscape that at times can be filled with darkness, fear, and hate. One more thing--they recently posted the opening chapters of a story series they have begun writing that I know you will enjoy. It is called "Will and Tyler" and is listed under the High School section of the Nifty Archive. The characters are highly original and the story has plenty of things in it to tug at your heartstrings.

Now, here is chapter 10 of the Boys in School saga of Tristan and David!

CHAPTER 10. A SECOND CHANCE FOR LOVE.

Sleep would not come to him tonight no matter how hard he tried. He tossed and turned in his bed while he waited for Tristan to come home. The windows were open, admitting brief wafts of nighttime air to cool his overwarm, naked skin as it washed over the top of his body. As it passed over him it cooled the sweat around his balls then wafted further up his body to caress his thatch of chest hair and tease his nipples. And speaking of hard, he had that problem too. His macho cock was semi-hard, dangling heavily no matter what position he would lie in as he sought to find the sleep that eluded him. His balls had that full feeling ever since Craig had left and he could tell he was leaking precum. His groin had that special kind of an itch that needed scratching badly and he couldn't seem to leave it alone. Despite his intentions not to he would find himself idly playing with his ample manhood as he laid there awake.

His eyes open and staring into the dark room, Randy replayed the events of earlier that day over and over in his head. First, Randall Cochran would wonder about his only son and how things were going for him. Randy knew it was one of those pivotal times in his son's life and as yet he didn't know if Tristan would come home further devastated by the ending of his first true love or that Tristan would come home dancing on air because he and his boyfriend, David Brandt, had kissed and made up. Randy had no idea which way it would go for his son. Tristan had promised to come home that night no matter which way it went. Randy was waiting...and waiting...and waiting. He very much hoped it was going well because Tristan hadn't handled the stress of his misunderstanding with David at all. Tristan was an emotional sort of guy, there was absolutely no doubt of that.

And then as he tossed and turned on his queen sized bed, equally as concerning to Randy was what happened to him that day and the astounding feelings that resulted. Feelings he had thought that belonged in the far past were again buffeting his psyche. Ever since the disastrous marriage he had with Tristan's mother Randy had no desire for any emotional entanglements. Sure, there was a time or two he had a one-time fling with a woman, but they stemmed from moments of weakness and booze. He thought about the last one with renewed chagrin. It had taken him months to discourage her interest in him afterwards. And what was worse was that she must have told at least half the women that worked at the plant how well endowed he was and how wonderful he was in bed or some such thing. Ever since then he had to endure the inviting looks and the titters that invariably seemed to follow him whenever he passed a bevy of the opposite sex.

Now, today he met a man that had brought Tristan home who made no secret of his interest in Randy...and invited them over for a steak fry this upcoming Saturday. What's more, Randy found himself excited by the prospect of their "date" and mentally reviewed over and over the way Craig Thompson looked, the way he talked, and the tingle that went through him as the two men had shaken hands. And what about that magnetic feeling of attraction that pulled at them while they both were sitting on Tristan's bed as they consoled Tristan? What the hell was that and why did he feel that way?

He wondered if Craig was truly gay or if he was misreading the whole situation. There was no hint in Craig of a lisp or any femmie mannerisms that straight guys typically associate with gays. He wondered why a man as educated and well-off as Craig would be interested in a working man like himself. Randy thought of himself as an ordinary kind of guy and attributed his rise to shift foreman at the manufacturing plant only to some hard work mixed in with luck. He didn't realize there were other factors involved as well as those first two...including a rugged handsomeness coupled with a warm smile and genuine concern for others. He was also smart and a natural leader, something upper management recognized in him and valued highly. As a single parent, Randy was making a decent living for himself and Tristan even though they didn't have much money for frills.

All these thoughts whirled around in Randy's brain as he also wondered about his own sexuality. His son was heading down the gay path without any hesitation. And, it was very obvious to Randy that his son's sex life with David had been extensive, judging from the sounds that would leak through the walls and door of Tristan's bedroom those nights when David would stay over. Lately Randy really had been feeling that he was missing out on a big piece of his life when he had no one to love like his son so obviously did. "But," Randy thought for the umpteenth time, "could he, Randall J. Cochran, allow himself to openly love another guy?" For there were guys he worked with that were so intolerant of gays that he really wasn't sure if he wanted to become a subject of their bigotry....but on the other hand, he knew if he didn't find someone to love he would be all alone once Tristan moved away to college.

As a horny teenager Randy was attracted to both girls and guys but never dared to do anything with a guy. In the small town he grew up in there were no gays. If there were any gay men there, they were well hidden and it surely was a topic that children were completely shielded from. As a teenager Randy was convinced that he was the only guy in the world that was as mixed up as him when he would be aroused by another guy. And when he had gotten his former wife pregnant with Tristan out of wedlock in an effort to prove his masculinity at age 18, he did the honorable thing and married her shortly after he had turned 19. What a mistake that was! But then again it wasn't. Without her he would never have had the joy of raising his son and watching that near carbon copy of himself grow up. He did think though that Tristan inherited his mother's emotional attributes while outwardly displaying Randy's physical attributes.

His thoughts were interrupted by the flash of headlights pulling into the driveway and the sound of car doors slamming outside, the noises very distinct through the open windows. Next, he heard Tristan's voice saying, "Thanks for the ride, Jason! We'll see you tomorrow or something."

And then Randy heard David's voice echoing, "Yeah thanks Jase, I'll call you tomorrow. Bye." And once again there was vehicle noise and the flash of headlights through the back bedroom window as Jason left. Randy pulled the sheet over his naked body as he expected Tristan to make an appearance at his bedroom door. "What in the world was taking those two boys so long to get into the house?" Randy wondered as he waited for Tristan to come inside.

Outdoors in the darkness Tristan had pulled David tightly against him, savoring the feel and the smell of the boy he loved while he nibbled and kissed his way from David's cute ear to his lips.

David's hands dropped to Tristan's butt and pulled their hips tightly together so they could feel their hardness pressing against each other's as they shared a long and deep kiss. "Mmmmmmmmm, I've been wanting to give you that for so long," David murmured.

Tristan giggled softly. "Yeah, but there's a lot more I want to give you," and he wiggled his groin into David's to emphasize his meaning.

"Mmmmmm-hmmmm, that too. "Tris-dude," David stopped abruptly and then asked, "I can call you that again now, can't I?"

Tristan's breath caught at that question and then he squeezed David tightly as he said emotionally, "Don't ever stop calling me your Tris-dude ever again, OK Davie-babe?"

"It's a deal Tris-dude!" And another kiss put the crowning touch on their renewed use of pet names.

When they both came up for air after another steamy bout of kissing, Tristan reached around and pulled the door open saying, "We better go inside and tell Dad the good news," as he pulled David inside with him.

"Want me to wait in your room for ya?" David asked in a low voice.

"Nope, I want to tell him together cuz that's how we belong," Tristan replied earnestly.

"Kay, lead on oh Great One," David teased. "But remember we don't want to just talk all night!" he added in a sotto voice.

"Yup, got ya there!" Tristan agreed as they walked through the dark house and arrived outside Randy's bedroom door.

"Dad, we're home. David's here too."

"Good, I've been waiting for you to come home. You guys have everything straightened out between the two of you then?" Randy asked. He could dimly see the silhouettes of the two boys standing in his doorway.

"Yeah, pretty much," Tristan said.

"Pretty much?" Randy questioned back.

"Well.....I found out I was wrong about David and I told him I was sorry, but you know Dad..." and Tristan left unsaid what was remaining in their reconciliation process.

"Oh. OK. You are staying home, aren't you? It's really late and I don't want you guys out running around."

"Yeah, we're staying here."

"Good. David, it's nice to have you back in the family," Randy added to David's silent form.

"Thanks Randy. It's good to be back," David answered candidly.

"Oh yeah, I need to tell you that all of us have been invited over to Craig's house for a barbecue this Saturday."

"Really? Kewl! David, wait till you see his place and he has this BIG hot tub. He's really kewl so we're going aren't we?" Tristan asked all excitedly.

"Uh, sure," David said. Actually he wasn't all that sure since he only saw this Craig guy tonight for the first time.

Randy saved him from having to add more by saying, "OK then I'll tell him we'll all be there for sure. Goodnight you two. Don't forget to get some sleep."

They couldn't help themselves but giggle a little since they knew that Randy knew they didn't plan on doing much sleeping.

"Yeah, Dad. Good night," Tristan answered and the two boys didn't waste any more time getting into Tristan's room with the door closed behind them. Once more they stood together in each other's arms in the darkness.

"I want to feel you naked next to me," David whispered to Tristan.

"Mmmmmmm, that sounds really nice, but I wanted to undress you myself. Is that OK?" Tristan whispered back.

"Oh yeah!" David sighed happily. Tristan could make undressing him seem like a strip tease, he did it so wonderfully - it being so erotically charged with Tristan's love! Sure enough, he had started already. As David felt Tristan's lips join his for a kiss, he also felt Tristan's fingers expertly unfasten his shorts, letting in some air as Tristan would say. Then, Tristan would slip his fingers down the front of Davie's briefs, checking things out and stroking the hardness found there a few times. Then, Tristan next would start with his shirt, kissing his way down David's neck as first the top button was opened. A kiss would be placed at the top of his breastbone. Another button would be opened, another kiss placed on the newly exposed flesh. And so on down, every button opened was followed by a wet kiss lower on David's torso.

David's cock was tormented by this love play. Every kiss would make it pulse and leak precum. But David knew his Davie Jr. had to wait much longer before Tristan got down to serious business. As soon as his shirt was completely unbuttoned, then came the nuzzling and the licking and the tongue flicking of his nipples. David couldn't stop himself from moaning with pleasure as Tristan lit fires in all of his erogenous zones. The alternating feelings of Tristan's warm tongue coupled with the cooling saliva left on his skin was exquisite foreplay for David. Leaving David's shirt on and still draped around his genitals, Tristan slowly slid off David's shorts and underwear, kissing down David's thighs as he went.

Then Tristan nuzzled his face all around David's jutting cock and ballsack, deeply inhaling David's natural fragrance. And then, finally, Tristan would gently take hold of David's aching cock with his fingers, and so very lightly lick off the drooling precum from the end and nibbled on David's foreskin that he would push up for that purpose. David sucked in short breaths of air time and time again as shocks of pure unadulterated pleasure would race up his spine from Tristan's tender love making. And just as his pleasure became intense, Tristan would stop, leaving David hanging on the edge as Tristan would stand up and pull their bodies tightly together once, running his hands up and down David's back while they swayed locked together, Tristan's hands cupping the two halves of David's butt.

Tonight, David had a surprise planned for Tristan. Until now, Tristan was mostly the initiator and leader in their love making. Tonight it was going to be David's turn to make love to his Tristan! David was determined to prove to Tristan that he was the only guy David wanted and so he had some special plans for his Tris-dude. David's hands burrowed up under Tristan's sweatshirt, stroking and lightly tracing the contours of Tristan's mostly hairless, muscled torso. He then lifted the sweatshirt over Tristan's head and left it there, trapping Tristan's arms while slowly pushing Tristan back towards the bed. As if they were dancing a choreographed lover's dance they moved as one person until Tristan was lying on his back with his feet still on the floor. David crawled between Tristan's legs, sliding up while kissing from Tristan's navel all the way towards Tristan's head. By this time Tris had freed himself from his sweatshirt and flung it to the side so the two of them once more locked lips and traded passion driven kisses.

It was time for David to put his plans into effect. David started to kiss and lick his way back down his Tris-dude's body as he began Plan A, stopping along the way to tongue Tristan's nipples to hard nubs of arousal. Downwards David went, tracing a wet trail with his tongue until reaching Tristan's sweatpants. It was high time that last piece of clothing separating them from joining their naked skin was removed! David quickly peeled them down as Tristan automatically lifted his hips thus freeing Tristan's hot and swollen member. Holding it between both of his palms for a moment, David kissed the end of it very lightly before next lifting Tristan's ball sack and stretching it up and away so he could lave those walnut sized orbs of flesh. David washed them with his tongue, lightly sucking them into his mouth one at a time and making Tristan groan with pleasure. Then he moved up, running his tongue up the underside of that hot, thick cock of Tristan's until he found the sweet spot under the glans as he flicked his tongue past it repeatedly and into Tristan's slit causing Tristan's cock to throb and droplets of precum to drip out and be lapped up as a nectar of love.

By now Tristan was ready for more! "Davie, you are teasing me sooo bad!," Tris gasped. "Oooh babie, I need it sooo much!"

Hearing those words David moved into Plan B. Stretching his mouth open wide he slid his mouth over Tristan's throbbing monster as far he could without gagging and then begun sucking and bobbing on Tristan's love rod. All the while he did that he played with Tristan's nut sack and balls and once in a while ran his fingers up and down his perineum. Tristan's breath began come to come in pants as his hips rose repeatedly to meet David's motions. Without warning David's warm mouth action stopped, leaving Tristan's cock waving in the breeze caused by David's movements. By the sound of it, David was opening the drawer to Tristan's nightstand where the lube was stashed. And then just as suddenly as he stopped, David's fingers guided Tristan's pole back into his mouth and soon Tristan was once more nearing the point of a thunderous climax. David stopped once more to whisper, "Lay flat on the bed, Tris." Tristan complied by swinging his legs up onto the bed and adjusting himself so he was centered, then reached out with his hands to find David climbing over him. David placed his knees to either side of Tristan's chest and was moving back until Tristan felt David's ass make contact with his lust inflamed fuck tool. Slippery fingers roamed over the head of Tristan's tool making Tristan buck and whine with the bursts of intense carnal desire they produced on his ultra sensitive cockhead. Oh wonder of wonders! David was guiding Tristan's throbbing cock into his love chute! "Oh my God, oh that's so wonderful, Oh God", Tristan moaned over and over as his supercharged and fully engorged phallus slid slowly into David's hot depths. Plan C was only beginning!

Tristan could only marvel at the loving attention his Davie was lavishing on him. Here was the boy he loved more than everyone else he knew all combined making sweet love to him! To Him! How could he have ever doubted that his Davie loved him? By this time David's balls were resting on Tristan's pubes as David completely impaled himself on Tristan's mighty phallic spear. Small grunts from David accompanied his body's accommodation of Tristan's well developed love muscle and soon those grunts were replaced with sighs of pleasure. Tristan felt David place his palms on Tristan's pecs as David began to slowly fuck himself on Tristan's thick shaft. David rocked up and down, up and down as Tristan surrendered himself to the primordial sensations flooding his body. Very soon he was thrusting up into David, their bodies striving to become one flesh and joined together in the ecstasy of cum-spewing orgasmic releases.

David, a guy who formerly wouldn't allow himself the thought of being physically or emotionally close to another male, instead now loved to be filled with Tristan's engorged cock. The sensation of that mighty pole sliding deep inside of him and rubbing his magical sex spot was like a narcotic drug David had become addicted to. Waves of sexual ecstasy built within him as he rode Tristan's pole. Grunts and moans escaped his lips without notice as he worked himself into Nirvana. Sweat beaded and ran over his body as he moved himself tirelessly up and down, faster and faster. And then he was there! As his ass muscles clenched in synch to his spasming prostate, David's penis began to spray long streams of his teen cream into the air between them. He couldn't help but vocalize his passion. "Oh fuck me Tris, I'm cumming, cumming, AHHHH, AHHHH, AHHHH, ahhh, ahhh," he all but shouted for the world to hear.

Feeling and hearing David reach his pinnacle triggered Tristan's. As David's love chute contracted around his cock which was the center of universe that very moment, the cum erupted out of his balls and he hosed David's insides with intense bursts of his man juice. Tristan thrust himself into David as far as he could possibly go, and then squirted and squirted uncounted jets as David's ass milked him dry while he cried out his lover's name, "David, David, David." The volume of Tristan's voice dropped in concert with the intensity of his ejaculations. David's cum was obviously all over him - he could feel it in his hair, on his face, and puddles of it across his chest. "My God Davie, I'm aaall wet with your cum, it's everywhere!" Tristan exclaimed as his awareness began to expand to his surroundings instead of only his plump cock still buried in David's butt.

David's panting had slowed by this time and he shakily inhaled a breath to say, "Oh man, Tris! That was something else! I can tell my cock is still leaking from this one - can't you feel the aftershocks I'm still getting?"

Tristan giggled. "Yeah, it feels like you don't want to let go of the big guy. You keep grabbing him!"

David laughed softly for only a moment and then stopped to say very seriously, "You've got that right, but you're only half right Tristan."

"Half right? How's that?" Tristan asked.

"Well, you know how much I like having The Whopper in there and it's true I don't want to let go of him, but there's more to it than that, Tris. I don't want ever to go without you. You fill me up with your love and I feel so totally empty without you...like I did today when you wanted to break up." With those words David was rubbing Tristan's chest and belly softly with his fingers, working the errant splashes he found of his teen cream into Tristan's skin.

"Come on down here with me lover boy and let me show YOU how much I love you and how sorry I am for making you feel that way," Tristan whispered huskily, his voice thick with the fullness of his love and regret over their temporary misunderstanding. It was hard to believe that they were at odds with each other for only about 8 hours - it seemed to be more like 8 days! David lifted himself up and off of Tristan's meat to the sound of a wet slurping and stretched himself over David. He could feel the cool air invading his body down there as his bunghole was still open...and then he forgot about that as he and Tristan began to kiss and whisper their words of love and forgiveness to each other.

Meanwhile, in the other bedroom, Randy was wiping himself off after his own ball draining eruption. The sounds of David's and Tristan's passion easily passed through the walls and as they voiced their climaxes, Randy found his own release when his daddy whopper spewed streams of daddy juice over his hairy torso. There also was no doubt in his mind who was doing what to whom in that bedroom. In a way he was surprised. He had the impression that David would be the more aggressive one of the two of them and be the top, but not tonight. Not when David was telling Tristan to fuck him like Randy overhead moments ago. Randy wondered what it would be like to fuck another guy...he never had that experience but wished he could...by the sounds Tristan and David made it had to be some awesome sex! As Randy relaxed in his own afterglow, he began to think and wonder about Craig...was it possible he would find love with another man? And what would sex with another guy be like? It was mind boggling to him that his own son would unknowingly be teaching his old man about sexuality.

Legs intertwined and lying face to face in each other's arms, David and Tristan snuggled and kissed in the afterglow of their lovemaking. It felt so good and so right for both of them to be like this - totally in love with another boy. "Tris," David asked hesitantly, "would you take back my medallion and wear it again?"

"OH YES!" Tristan exclaimed softly. "And I won't ever take it off again, I promise! I love you so much Davie, you are my whole world and it makes me feel like I am telling the world that I am yours when I wear it."

"And I'm yours too Tris," David said. "You know, Tris, I was afraid to be gay."

"I know."

"I still am kind of. You know how my dad is and then there are all the guys who make fun of gays in school. Doesn't that bother you?" David asked.

Tristan thought for a few seconds before he answered, "It used to bother me a lot, Davie. Now I don't care. I have you babe...you're all I need and what they think or say isn't going to stop me from loving you and wanting to share everything with you. I'm lucky I guess cuz my dad is OK about us. I wish your dad was too so it wasn't so hard for you."

"Yeah, but I don't think that will ever happen. He has been so dead set against gays as long as I can remember." David sighed heavily. There was silence as the boys thought about what they faced.

"Davie, can I ask you something?" Tristan ventured.

"Sure, what?"

"Were you really thinking only of me when you touched Jason's goodies?"

David hugged Tristan to him tight and said ardently, "Yes, I swear I was. I was dreaming about you and wanted to love you and since he was in bed with me cuz I was like missing you sooo terribly much. That's why he was there for me to do that with and he woke me up and we stopped right away. Tristan, I swear it's the truth!"

"Kewl," Tristan breathed. "It's just you and me then, right? I mean, like Jason's our friend and everything, but you wouldn't ever have sex with him?"

"You need a promise from me?" David asked with surprise.

"Ummm, well its like this. You remember earlier today in the locker room when I was checking out the other guys?"

"Yeah, I remember," David still wasn't too happy about that!

"I just like to look, Davie. I don't love them nor do I want to love them. You're the only one I love and the only one I want to be naked with and do stuff with. You're my man, Davie....my one and only."

David did the only thing he could to acknowledge Tristan's words of commitment...he stuck his tongue into Tristan's mouth and they kissed a long, passionate kiss. Then it was David's turn to say something. "Tristan, I never thought I would fall in love with a guy, you know? You make my world complete. It's like Chris's brother, Peej, said to me earlier tonight, when I'm with you I'm totally happy and when you aren't there I'm lost. That's how I felt when you were mad at me, lost in the middle of the ocean. But when you are in me, I see stars and the moon and the sun all at the same time and I know for certain that I am where I need to be and I can feel you totally filling me with your love. So whenever you are ready, I want The Whopper back in me so because that's how I always want to feel, filled with your love." David's breath stuck in his throat at the end because he was getting all emotional as he said those words to Tristan.

Tristan's eyes brimmed over with tears at David's verbalization of love for him. David had never done that before and now Tristan knew for sure that he had netted that trophy fish he started reeling in way back that day on the farm they first skinny dipped. Tristan hugged David close to him and let the tears of happiness and love flow.

"Are you crying Tris?" David asked in the darkness.

"Yeah, but they are happy tears this time, babe, not sad ones," Tristan whispered in a choked up voice. Moments later he continued, "I have always loved you so so much, David, and to hear you say it to me just now got to me."

Silence reigned except for the sound of kissing as David kissed away Tristan's tears and as they found each other's lips for some tender kisses. Then David surprised Tristan again by whispering, "So Tris, I promise. I promise you that I am yours now, tomorrow, and as long as you will have me. Don't worry about Jason, OK? He's a real good friend, but he's not you. You are my lover boy, not him. You stole my heart, dude, and I'm all yours, heart, body, and soul."

"Oh Davie, I love you sooooooooo much!" Tristan hugged David a huge hug. "And I promise you the same Babe. I am all yours and only yours. You are all I have ever wanted and with you I have all I ever need. Nobody else can come close to how perfect you are to me - the way you look, how strong you are, and everything else about you that I love," Tristan promised back. He was getting that feeling down there again and he pushed his crotch into David's as his whopper began to stretch and tingle with renewed desire.

"Is that thing of yours ready again?" David whispered to him.

"Yuppers," Tristan happily confirmed.

"Then put him back where he belongs and make love to me some more Tristan!" David said with passion. They shifted themselves around until David was lying on the bed with his ass raised and Tristan had slid The Whopper back in to the hilt with a single smooth thrust. "Ahhhhh, yeah that's it," David moaned gutturally, clenching his ass muscles to grip and feel that solid pole of Tristan's plumbing his depths. Tristan took his time with this one, slowing down and barely moving when his urge began to build so they could prolong the ecstasy of their joining. When the urge for orgasm would die down, David would squeeze Tristan's whopper and miraculously work his hips under Tristan and the slow rhythm in and out would begin anew.

And then after an interminable amount of time later, Tristan did something different. He shifted himself forward and it was then that Tristan's fat cockhead began to pass over David's prostate on each stroke in and out. Each time that happened a jolt of carnal pleasure would race from that spot to the ends of his body. Sparks flashed in his brain with each jolt and David began to moan continually as his eyes went unfocused while a colossal orgasm began to build in earnest within him. Drool poured from his mouth onto the sheets unnoticed as David moaned a steady, "Uhhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh" that was only broken by Tristan's thrusting. Tristan's strokes took on added speed and force and soon Tristan was pistoning in and out as fast and as hard as he could go. Tristan's cock was swelling harder and larger than ever before as he reached his pinnacle, their skin slapping together in the quick rhythm of their love making.

The dam holding back the mighty flood of their passion burst! David's moans went to a shout of orgasmic delight as his prostate and ass began to quiver in a prelude to a nut busting discharge of his love juice. "OH YES!!! YES!!! OH GOD TRISTAN!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!! David screamed in delirious rapture as he began to spew long shuddering bursts of his cum into the bedding beneath him. His ass clamped down on Tristan's bloated cock with each convulsive burst and an unintelligible cry of passion wrenched itself from David's throat.

Tristan tried his best to bury his entire body into David's ass as he arched his back and sunk his pole as deep as it had ever reached into David's hot depths before what felt to him like the end of his cock was going to blow off. Tris tried to jab himself in deeper with each orgasmic explosion as he ejected the sum of his being into the innermost recesses of his lover. He too was vocal as his orgasm overtook him, shouting out his cries of release, "Ungg, Ungg, Ungg, Ungg, Ungg," before collapsing over David's back and panting from his exertions.

Slowly the two boys came back from the heights of Nirvana and regained normal awareness. Tristan's panting breaths slowed and they could feel tiredness seeping into their bodies. "Dude, you're getting kind of heavy," David remarked and then added quickly, "but don't pull it out. Let's roll over on our sides and then we can stay together."

"Yeah, I know how you like me to keep him soaking in there," Tristan teased fondly.

David giggled. "It's soaking?" he asked. He clenched his butt muscles and could feel The Whopper still in him, softer but still filling him fully.

"Yeah, soaking. Soaking in your love, babe," Tristan whispered and blew softly in David's ear as he wiggled himself around down there making The Whopper pulse weakly.

David giggled again as his head rolled towards his right shoulder. "Quit blowing on me. It tickles. Now roll over, 1, 2, 3!" And together the two boys rolled over to their sides with Tristan's arm wrapped around David's chest.

"Ahhhhhh, this is so nice," David sighed. "I'm really sleepy tired, dude. It's been such a long day and I need a nap. Can we stay like this?" he asked.

"Yeah. We're fine. And just like that David was snoring softly. Tristan smiled while he held his babe and drifted off to sleep.

Finally, with the house totally quiet and the time way into the wee hours, Randy was able to close his eyes and catch some sleep himself. He had heard the cries of carnal fulfillment the two boys shouted out and although he didn't want to deny them their experience, he wished he had some of that same uninhibited love making. His cock still tumescent, seeping a sticky wetness and laying heavily on his inner thigh, Randy at last was able to sleep too.

It seemed he had only just fallen asleep when the blasted alarm clock was going off! Randy groggily slapped the off button on the top and dragged his tired body out of bed. He had to be at work early today to finish the job of setting up the new equipment that had the production line shut down. And he had to be there today no matter how tired he felt. His eyes barely open, he headed for the bathroom and pulled out his hose to take a badly needed piss. The thick yellow stream thundered into towel bowl as Randy scratched the mat of hair on his chest. Then he shaved and brushed his teeth while standing there naked in the bathroom. He was so tired he didn't realize the fact he was naked with the door open until he was about to head back to his bedroom to get dressed. He only shook his head at his own self and was glad the boys weren't up yet.

That reminded him, those two boys were supposed to be going to early football practice. He knocked on Tristan's bedroom door. "Tristan, wake up. You guys have football practice this morning, don't you?" He thought he heard a groan. "Tristan, did you hear me?" Randy questioned, his voice sounding raspy and tired.

"Yeah Dad, I heard you. We're getting up," Tristan answered grumpily. He never was a morning person and he wasn't at all enthused about waking up after the short night's sleep he and David had gotten. His whopper was awake though, no doubt about that! And it was still buried inside David's hot ass and ready for more fun! Tristan lazily began making slow love to David once again, making David squirm and moan as he began to waken from the depths of his tiredness. "Tristan, you can't get enough of me, can you?" David slurred sleepily.

"No, never can and never will," Tristan rumbled in a deep morning voice as he wrapped his fingers around David's hardness. Tristan thought about how perfect David's cock was as he stroked it in time with his own thrusting. It fit his hand perfectly....not too long nor too short for the width of his hand and David's extra skin would roll back and forth over his cockhead which Tristan knew from experience would drive David wild. And it was working! David's hips began to make miniature fucking motions in synch with the movements Tristan was making....and Tristan increased the speed and pressure of his strokes. His intent this morning was to bring both of them to orgasm as quickly as he could and he could feel the sap rapidly rising in his own wood. Their climaxes weren't as intense as the ones were a few hours earlier but none-the-less they were very emotionally satisfying. Waking up together, sharing their love and having sex all at the same time was a delicious closure to the previous day's rift.

Knock, Knock, Knock came rapidly on the door. "If you guys want a ride over to the school you need to get your asses out of bed RIGHT NOW!" Randy hollered at them through the door. "I'm leaving in 15 minutes!"

That provided them the impetus they needed to get out of bed. Tristan pulled his semi-soft and still distended penis out of David and grabbed a used towel from the heap on his floor to wipe himself off. As he was wiping he complained, "God dang it, that scrape on my backside is sore this morning and the tape is pulling on my skin something awful!" Twisting around he looked at it and said, "No wonder it feels funny, it got all wrinkled and bunched up last night".

David looked over at Tristan in the dim morning light and could plainly see the bandage covered with tape stuck on the lower side of Tristan's left buttock. He let out a snort of laughter and remarked, "I hope that's all that got wrinkled last night." Try as he might as he laid there in the bed, David's bunghole refused to close after having been stretched open by The Whopper a good portion of the night.

Looking down at his still plump and happy cock dangling there Tristan answered with an atypical morning grin, "Nope, no wrinkles there. Hey, David would you fix this bandage a little for me by pulling it straight and making it stick where it's supposed to?"

"Sure dude, get your backside over here and I'll get you straightened out."

"No way! I don't wanna be straight. I have this boyfriend you see and I'm not giving him up!" Tristan said half jokingly.

"What?" David asked.

"Just straighten the bandage, Doofus, not me," Tristan explained.

"Oh, now I get it. Does that mean you are bent or warped?" and then David giggled.

"Warped. Definitely warped and loving every bit of it!" Tristan's love shone in his eyes as he looked down and back at David.

David's attention was focused on pulling the bandage loose enough to straighten it and then he patted the tape back down to Tristan's skin. "There you go, all fixed."

"Thanks babe." Tristan turned around and planted a quick kiss on David's lips. "Aren't you going to get up? We need to get moving here if we want a ride to the school."

"Yeah, I was just trying to get my back door to close," David explained. When David got out of bed, he sucked in a quick breath of air from an unexpected jolt of pain and stood up. Right away he could feel the juices start to dribble down his leg. "Give me your towel, dude! I need it really bad this morning!" David said with a grimace. Dang! but his ass was sore from their all nighter! Wadding the towel up to his backside, he asked Tristan, "See if the coast if clear, dude. I've got to make a run for the bathroom!"

Tristan unlocked the bedroom door and peeked out. "It's clear babe, you can make your run for it." Tristan tried not to smirk, but he couldn't keep the grin off of his face as he motioned David out.

David made a face at Tristan and then dashed for the bathroom, his dick bouncing freely as he held the towel to his behind. David went right to the toilet, sat down, pointed his pecker in the right direction and just let himself go with a sigh of relief. "Tris, start the shower for me cuz I need to get cleaned up before I put my clothes on," David said as he cleaned his backside the best he could with toilet paper. He heard Tristan start the water but he didn't look since he was busy.

"Want some help in here?" Tristan asked hopefully as his wet head emerged from the shower. Tristan couldn't wait to use the toilet and had simply let his bladder add to the swirls of liquid going down the drain. While washing himself off he noticed that his cock was kinda red looking and was sensitive to the soap. He hoped the redness would go away by football practice time cuz how in the world would he explain a sore dick if someone had the balls to ask.

"No, we don't have time! You get dressed and bring my clothes in here, would you?" David was in charge again and had to make every minute count! He flushed the toilet and jumped into the shower and pushed Tristan out. He would have liked to stay in there and fooled around some cuz Tristan looked so studly standing there with his fat cockmeat hanging down and the water streaming off of it but they simply didn't have the time.

Tristan quickly dried himself and wrapped the damp towel around his middle before leaving to retrieve their clothes leaving David alone to finish in the shower. It was time that David used to clean his bottom. It was sore as he soaped himself down there and lightly exploring with his fingers he could tell that his bunghole was all puffy and very sore. "But it was worth it....Man was it worth it!" David thought as he mentally reviewed how good making love with Tristan felt, both physically and emotionally. The Peej was completely right regarding the way he said that Tristan's love was the source of David's happiness. This morning David was tired but very, very happy!

"Hey Babe, here's your clothes. The old man is waiting for us so we need to hustle." Tristan was back and he had already dressed.

David turned off the shower and hopped out to find Tristan holding a towel. Tristan immediately attacked him with the towel and vigorously began drying him off. "Whoa dude, I can do it," David laughed.

"Just let me, OK?" Tristan said as he quickly dried his lover's body. He lovingly and tenderly dried David's pubic area and before moving around to Tristan's rear he kissed the end of David's cock and then gave it a little suck. "This is to make sure you remember that this thing belongs to me now," Tristan winked up at David. His words were said jokingly, but David knew Tristan was dead serious about what he said.

"Yup, it's all yours. And your whopper is alllll mine. Oh here, I have to give you my medallion back," David said hastily while he lifted the topmost one of the two he was wearing up over his head and placed it around Tristan's neck. Then he gave Tristan a kiss.

Tristan broke it first saying, "Thanks a whole lot Babe, but my dad is waiting. You gotta get dressed."

"Yeah, I suppose he is." David jumped into his clothes as Tristan handed them to him.

"If you guys hadn't stayed in bed so long you could have eaten," Randy said to them as he saw them enter the kitchen. "Now all you have time for is to drink a glass of orange juice if you want a ride."

"Fine," Tristan grumped to his dad, taking the tall glass of orange juice offered.

"Thanks," David said much more politely as he took his orange juice before draining half of it in a large swig.

"I'm behind schedule here boys, let's go," Randy hustled them out the door and they climbed into the Bronco, all three of them sitting in the front split bench seat with David as the shortest guy sitting in the middle. The ride over to the school was pretty quiet since all three of them were short on sleep and tired. Randy pulled up to the back door of the school next the gymnasium and dropped them off. "Have a good practice guys, and Tristan you have chores to do when you get home," Randy reminded him.

"Yeah dad, bye." Tristan hated being reminded about his chores but he knew he had to get them done. One thing for sure, his bedding needed to be washed after last night! He saw all kinds of pecker tracks over it when he went in his bedroom to dress and retrieve David's clothes for him. It wasn't a big problem though since he had been doing most of his own laundry for several years.

"Bye, thanks for the ride," David said as he slid out of the truck suppressing a groan from the abuse his sore pucker was taking as his ass slid out. He stood outside for a moment while trying to get himself closed up despite the jolts of soreness that would leap outwards from his slowly constricting sphincter.

"You OK?" Tristan asked as he stepped close to David before asking quietly.

"Yeah, I guess. Man, Tris my rear is sore from that work out you gave it," David admitted.

Tristan made a face at hearing that. "It was worth it, wasn't it?" he asked.

"Definitely, but I'll reminded of what fun we had all day today," David looked at Tristan with a wry grin.

"Next time you can do me," Tristan half whispered.

"Might take you up on that," David said, "but we'll see when the time comes." And then he winked at Tristan. "Let's go get dressed before everyone else gets here. That way I can take my time and make sure I'm not leaking or anything."

"Good idea." The two boys tried the school doors and since they were unlocked they walked into the varsity boys locker room. They went straight to their lockers and started changing. Both of them were moving a little carefully as they changed, Tristan's back and gluteus maximus were sore while David was very sore down under. They hung up their clothes and were standing there naked about to start putting on their football gear when someone came through the locker room door. It was Brad Mills, the ruggedly handsome quarterback who happened to be David's sister's boyfriend.

"Hey guys!," Brad greeted them as he walked towards them. "How's it hanging?" he asked in the typical sexual banter of high school jocks.

David and Tristan grinned as they automatically remembered the last time they saw Brad. Only yesterday afternoon Brad had a very embarrassing and huge wet spot in the front of his khakis upon leaving David's sister's bedroom after they "listened" to music. "We're fine," David replied with a smirk, "but the more important question is how yours is doing," as he looked over at Tristan and grinned. "Did you get that thing of yours cooled off yet?" and then he laughed.

Brad tried to bluster his way out of it. "You guys say one word to anybody about that and I'll personally kick your ass!"

"It'll be too late by then!" Tristan laughingly chimed in, bringing Brad's attention to him standing there naked.

"And I'll whup your ass too!" Brad threatened Tristan as he pointedly looked over at the younger boy. He noticed something strange right away too. "What the hell happened to your ass?" Brad blurted.

Strangely enough, both David's and Tristan's heads jerked up at those words and they traded glances before Tristan finally answered when he saw that Brad was looking at him.

"I wiped out with my bike yesterday on a patch of loose gravel on my way home from the swimming pool and got scraped up as I slid for a good ways because of how fast I was going," Tristan explained in a rush of words.

"Ouch! That looks like it's huge!" Brad observed. As he was looking at Tristan's naked body but trying not to stare, he had also noticed how Tristan's man-sized dick was plump and had a reddish tinge to it. It wasn't like that yesterday when they had showered after practice together! "What the hell did he do to his dork?" Brad wondered to himself.

"Ummm, yeah it did. It's kinda sore today too."

"Yeah, I'll bet it is," Brad said while he involuntarily took another glance at Tristan's midsection. "You think you can practice OK with that?"

"I don't think it'll be a problem," Tristan said.

"Speaking of problems, you'll have another one if you don't keep your mouth shut about yesterday!" Brad continued and then began to brag, "You guys just wish you were getting some T&A action like me."

"Jizzing in your jeans doesn't count as T&A action there Brad," Tristan countered as he carefully pulled up his jock over the bandage and inserted his cup without looking up at Brad. This time he didn't have the same difficulties like he did yesterday. The three gusher orgasms he had in the past 8 hours pretty well tamed his monster for the time being.

"Fuck you, Cochran!" Brad spat out.

"You wish," Tristan said coolly as he looked at Brad and then slipped his gurdle on.

Feeling this was going into dangerous territory Dave chimed in immediately with "So how far have you two gone?" Brad's eyes shifted over to David who was standing there with his hands on his hips and dressed only in his jock strap.

"I don't know if I should tell you with you being her brother and all," Brad stalled.

David knew what kind of attraction a good looking guy could have, after all, he knew exactly how sexy Tristan could be and Brad was that much further along in his muscular definition and growth of body hair. It was obvious from the looks of his 5 o'clock shadow that Brad had to shave his mustache and chin regularly. Mentally David compared that to the fact that he was just beginning to have to wack off his peach fuzz over his lip once a week and Tristan only had the beginnings of a mustache. "You think I'm gonna tell someone what you tell us?" David challenged. "You're wrong dude. I'll put it this way then. What base have you gotten to so far?"

"Ummmm, past second base," Brad grinned back at David with a hint of a leer as he answered.

"Second base? What the hell is second base?" Tristan asked. "I've never been told what that shit means," he complained as he slid his thigh pads into his gurdle.

"Sheesh, Tris, do I have to draw you a picture?" David asked. "First base is sucking face, second base is when you touch her boobs and maybe some muff, third base is getting a blow job, and home plate is getting laid, got it now?"

"Yup," Tristan said and then he turned to Brad, "and you jizzed your jeans because you were playing with her boobs? Man, you have a hair trigger....sounds like a real problem to me."

That made Brad all mad and defensive. His masculine pride was definitely being attacked by the interpretation Tristan was airing. "I do not! If you only knew the rest of what happened then you wouldn't say that."

"Oh yeah? There's more to this bull story?" Tristan asked while he held his tailbone pad in his left hand.

"Ever heard of stinky fingers? I had this one (and he held his middle right finger up) buried in her wazzoo giving her a finger job and she had her hand on my cock. When she came and was squeezing this finger with that hot snatch of hers and her hand was squeezing my cock I came too. Now are you satisfied, you dork?" Brad asked defensively.

"Pretty much," Tristan admitted. "Just one more question. So how long have you two been going together?"

David whistled a low whistle as he heard Brad describe how far Brad and his sister had gone. Ashley definitely had the hots for Brad if she was letting him get that far. And David had to admit that Ashley and Brad did make a cute couple. They say opposites attract each other. Ashley was a very pretty light blonde with long hair down to her shoulders. Brad's dark hair contributed greatly to his chiseled masculine looks and hot body which had his sister obviously in heat for him.

"Long enough to get more than you do I would bet," Brad bragged. "You sophomores are lucky if you even get to first base."

Tristan only smiled back at him thinking, "If only you knew how much I get." And then he slipped that pad back behind himself and got it seated in the right place.

Their conversation about Brad's sexual exploits the day before ended abruptly with the entrance of a few more of their teammates. "Remember what I told you guys," Brad reiterated before heading over to his own locker.

Tristan and David laughed again. "How could we forget?" Tristan asked with mirth.

"No problem, dude," David reassured him with a smile and a wink. Brad shook his head up and down briefly in acknowledgement before turning the corner and disappearing to dress with the upperclassmen.

They finished dressing short order and since they were so early they both rather carefully sat down on the dressing room bench. "Man, I'm so tired this morning," David said. "Next time I stay over at your house it's gonna be when we don't have to get up for early football practice."

"Yeah, I hear ya," Tristan agreed. "Here, let's lean our backs together and we can maybe rest for a bit before we have to go outside for practice."

"Yeah, sounds good." They swiveled around and leaned against each other relishing the body contact that would pass muster in those circumstances. David's eyes closed and he began to doze.

Tristan was tired but he couldn't relax enough to doze. His eyes would pop open each time he heard a noise like a locker door slamming or the door into the locker bay swing open. The older guys would take one look at the two of them sitting there and then move on to the more secluded changing area that the upperclassmen claimed. But then Drew Andrews came sauntering by and Tristan's watching took on an added dimension. His eyes slitted open, he watched Drew walk up to his locker and begin to get changed into his practice clothes. Drew was of mixed racial background, his mother was white and his father was black. His features included the best of the both in Tristan's estimation. Drew had dark curly hair, light brown skin, and a face that he ached to draw. The artist in Tristan surveyed how he would draw the eyebrows, the high cheekbones, and straight nose, and the oh-so-kissable lips Drew had. And, Mother of God, if he could only be so lucky as to be able to sketch this guy in the nude! Drew's long muscular frame was without blemish and as Tristan saw yesterday, his privates were a glorious statement of his masculinity. And that bubble butt of Drew's was totally mouth watering!

All of those things flew through Tristan's mind as he cautiously watched Drew get dressed and only opened his eyes when Drew closed his locker door. "Well, lookit here, Sleeping Beauty #1 is awake," Drew observed.

"That doesn't make you Prince Charming," Tristan said with a smile.

That response from Tristan stopped Drew in his tracks. "What kind of jive shit is that?" Drew asked rather belligerently.

"Nothing. If you can call me Sleeping Beauty then I recall in the story there was a Prince Charming, which at the moment doesn't resemble you!"

"What is it with you white boy? You trying to say I couldn't be Prince Charming because I'm black?"

David came awake at hearing these words of potential trouble and was silently watching ready to step in and pull his boyfriend out of a fight or help him as need be.

Tristan replied with "Oh, for God's sake! Not everything has to be because of the color of your skin Drew! I only said that because your wise-ass remark wasn't very charming. Besides, you have blue eyes so you that means you must have both black and white genes in you."

Drew gave Tristan a considering look. "That's right. Somebody told you that?"

"Nope. All I know is what I've seen and heard here."

"And what's that?" Drew asked with suspicion in his voice.

"Man, what are you so touchy about there? I don't know anything except that you are out for football and have looks that must have women falling at your feet."

Drew's face lit up at hearing that. "Yeah son, they do at that." And they can be such a pain when they are after my bod all the time," he laughed. "Betcha I could be a daddy a hundred times by now I bet if I let myself."

"You're kidding!" Those words just popped right out of David's mouth. He was floored by that revelation from his football practice buddy, Drew. After all, Drew was their same age and he had that many offers for sex?

"What do you mean 'if you let yourself'?" Tristan asked.

Drew twisted his mouth in a grimace before answering with a gesture towards his crotch, "Hey, a guy has to have his standards. If I'm going to share this with a girl, she's gonna have to be exactly the right one or it's no go Joe."

"Man, I can't believe you would turn down all those chances to put that baby maker of yours to good use," Tristan said in disbelief.

"Nuh uh. Not this boy. I learned my lesson there real quick like last summer when the girl who took my cherry thought she was pregnant. I was scared shitless for a whole month until it turned out to be a false alarm. My folks would have made me marry her and get a job if I was a daddy. They're that strict and I have plans for myself. I'm not getting myself all tied down with some slut. Uh uh, not this boy, I gots plans to do something big and my Johnson is gonna have to wait."

"You're really something else, you know that?" Tristan observed.

Drew laughed. "Yeah son, I know. Close your mouth Brandt before your teeth fall out," and Drew turned to Tristan to ask, "Ain't that boy ever heard of sex before?"

Tristan laughed and punched David's arm lightly before saying, "Nah, I had to teach him everything he knows."

"Which must not be all that much the way he's acting," Drew teased back.

Finally David's tired brain engaged itself and he flung out the first insult that he could think of. "Shut up you guys! I just don't go around bragging and flaunting my dork unlike somebody else around here."

"Hey Brandt my son, my rule is if you've got it, flaunt it," Drew said lightly.

Tristan only winked at his David.

Just then the coach's whistle blew and his voice cut through the locker room chatter and b.s., "Time for practice! Everybody out on the field in two minutes. Anyone who's late will run an extra lap after practice."

Locker doors slammed and there was a general exit towards the door.

Usually David loved football and everything connected with it, including football practice. Not today. Not at all today. It was pure torture. It began immediately with the warm-up and conditioning exercises. His sore ass was constantly tormenting him as he exerted himself. Not only that, but there was a mental impact as well. His tired brain was foggy and filled with concern that he would loose control of his stretched sphincter. He wasn't sure of the dampness he could feel down there was sweat, Tristan's jizz juice, or worse! The first break they got David pulled Tristan close to him and whispering told him, "Sneak a peak at my ass, Tris and tell me if anything is showing. It feels like maybe I'm leaking down there."

Tristan took a quick look and quietly said, "Can't see anything. I'll keep an eye on it for ya but try to take easy then."

"Yeah, right." David said cryptically. He did slack off on his efforts which earned him the notice of Coach Anderson.

"Brandt, you're slacking!," the coach yelled at him. "If you want to lead the squad you have to show them how we do things on this team!"

David sucked up what reserves he had left, clenched his ass as tight as he could and tried to lead their exercising as best he could. By the time they were allowed to stop, the sweat was pouring off of him...and it wasn't just from the warmth created by their exercise! Gasping for breath, David bent over with his hands on his knees and tried to control the pain from his aching bunghole.

"You OK Davie?" It was Tristan checking on him. Tris obviously could tell that David was not having an easy time of it.

"Yeah, I'll be all right in a bit," David gasped out. "Just give me a minute here to catch my breath," and David looked Tristan in the eyes shooting him a look that said, "Don't say anything...be cool...just stay here." It was amazing how he could communicate all that in a single glance.

Tristan got the message and watched the coaches confer for a minute while he stood there next to David.

The coach shouted to get everyone's attention. "ALL RIGHT TEAM, EVERYONE SPLIT INTO YOUR PRIMARY POSTIONS - OFFENSE TEAM WILL MEET ON THE SOUTH END OF THE FIELD AND DEFENSE TEAM WILL MEET ON THE NORTH END. EVERYONE WILL JOG OVER THERE, LET'S GO!"

Once there, the coaches spent about 15 minutes reviewing their respective strategies and plays, at times using players as live pawns on a football game board covered with green grass. The offense team practiced trying to deceive their intentions while the defensive team learned how to read the moves of the offense and react accordingly. Finally, it was time for scrimmage! They split into two groups, varsity and j.v. so all the team members would get a chance to improve their skills at the game.

David was the j.v. quarterback and he was supposed to be the man in charge. It wasn't a good day for David. His mental faculties dulled by fatigue, he didn't lead the j.v. team well at all. His decisions were slow and hesitant, his passes were not connecting with his receivers, and he wasn't moving all that well. He didn't even want to think about the number of times that day he literally dropped the ball.

The assistant coach came up to David after watching several mistakes and yelling at him for every one of them. "Brandt, what's with you today?" he asked in a tone of exasperation. "You hurt, sick, or what?" he demanded.

"Ummmm, coach, I'm pretty sore. From yesterday, I guess."

"I thought you were in better shape than that Brandt. Take a warm whirlpool after practice. Our first game is next Friday and we have to be playing a lot better than today if we don't want to be laughed off the field."

"Yeah, Coach. Sorry." David didn't know what else he could say.

"Get it together Brandt. Young Buchholz is just waiting to take your position away if you're going to let him outhustle and outplay you."

"No way Coach!"

"Then you better get out there and do something about it Brandt."

That made David mad. The resulting adrenaline surge gave him the energy he needed to finish the practice and redeem himself with the team and the coaches. At least he wasn't playing like a 7th grader the rest of the practice.

Finally the practice was over after the entire team ran 2 laps around the field. And, instead of being in the front, today David was near the back of the pack. Only his pride kept him from running at the very back with the heavies who always were dead last. He was so tired and sore!

Tristan ran with him, jogging with a slight hitch in his stride caused by that scrape he had on his rear from yesterday's accident. "Dayam, Davie, you don't look so good," Tristan said with obvious concern in his voice as they reached the end of their assigned laps.

"Yeah," David said breathing raggedly while bent over with his hands on his knees, "I've pretty much given all that I've got. I'm really tired, I hurt, and this practice has sucked."

"Are you mad at me then?" Tristan asked even quieter while copying David's stance so they could talk quietly together.

"No way! Getting you back is more than worth it. But I have to tell ya that we're gonna have to pick better times for our all nighters in the future, OK?"

"No prob there Davie! We'll save the heavy duty stuff for the nights when we don't have to get up early the next day so we have time to rest up and everything.

"Especially the everything," David emphasized.

Tristan grimaced before looking down and saying, "Last night was awesome David, but I'm sorry you are so sore. Wish I could do something to take it away since I caused it."

"You can," David said, shooting Tristan a glance. "You can help me put my gear away and keep me company while I do that whirlpool the coach expects me to take."

"Babe, you know I'd do anything for you," Tristan promised David as they stood up and began to slowly walk back to the locker room.

"Yeah, I know Tris," David acknowledged and after that they walked back in companionable silence. Tristan made sure he was the one to open the doors without being too conspicuous about it. He figured anything he could do to keep David from exerting himself would help...and he was right!

When they entered the locker room it was noisy and the team members were in various stages of undress with the typical horseplay and banter happening all around. Tristan tried not to be obvious as he enjoyed the sights. They rounded the corner to their locker section and Tristan was able to feast his eyes on the male beauty of Drew once more.

Drew was hanging up his gear in his locker while standing there clad only in his jockstrap. The white bands of the jock only served to contrast and emphasize the perfectly rounded mounds of his ass. His ass cheeks would dimple and flex as his weight shifted while hanging his gear. Tristan ran an appreciative eye over the strong lines of Drew's form, noting his masculine lines and curves, especially that delectable butt of his! Drew finished hanging his gear and turned around to see David arrive. "What's up wit' you in practice, man?" Drew asked David as they got to their lockers. "You couldn't play football worth shit today," he added.

"Yeah, don't remind me Andrews," David said morosely as he started to remove his clothing.

"Come on son, level with me. What's happening wit' you anyway?" Drew asked again looking up at David as he pulled his jock and removed the cup.

"Awww, I'm just sore from yesterday, I guess and tired too. I stayed over Tristan's last night and we didn't sleep much." David said with a grimace.

"Another day like today and you'll be the water boy according to the way Coach was hollering at you," Drew commented dryly as he gave his bunched up privates a quick pull to allow them to hang loose again after the sweaty confines of his nut cup.

"Yeah, I'm not going to let that happen, don't worry."

Tristan was a spectator to the whole conversation as he tried to inconspicuously watch Drew. Tristan had already pulled off his outer practice clothes and was standing there in his pads and jock. He never tired of seeing the nude male body and now he was noting how Drew's oval-shaped balls hung low in his sack and how his 5 inch limp cock draped down between them and swayed as Drew moved to pick up his towel. Throwing the towel over his shoulder, Drew walked jauntily to the showers. As David removed his gear, Tristan silently took the pieces and hung them up in David's locker.

"I'm going to grab a quick shower, Tris, before I hit the whirlpool. You gonna come in and keep me company when you're finished?" David asked as he picked up his towel.

"Sure thing," Tristan answered as he was stripping off his own gear and stowing them in his locker.

After giving Tristan a wink David disappeared around the corner giving Tristan a view of the ass he knew so intimately. At the sight and those thoughts, Tristan's cock which had been behaving itself up to now began to wake up. It stirred lazily after its nap in that nut cup, especially after the work out Tris had given it a few hours previously. Tristan gathered up his towel and followed David's path to the showers. There was one-nut Johnson over in his corner again, already finished with his shower and half ways dressed. Next to him was that Buchholz kid, that freshman who thought he could take David's spot on the j.v. team. "Fat chance that will ever happen," Tristan said to himself.

The showers were full of guys but thankfully there was an open shower head near David. Tristan tried to keep his eyes to himself and look at faces and not crotches but still he mentally catalogued dicks to faces. Short dick, not so short, cut, white, dark, small nuts, round ass, square ass...Tristan took snapshots of various guys as he passed by. David was standing near Drew and Tristan joined them. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature while idly watching David and Drew rinsing their hair with their eyes closed. David had his back to Tristan--thank God nothing was showing of the cause for David's soreness! But Drew, his profile was awesome! Drew's body was something you would see in a sculpture. His body lines were clean and graceful, well defined, and free of even an ounce of fat accumulation...and his generous endowment made him so beautiful in a strictly masculine sense. Tristan resolved that Drew was someone he wanted to spend time with as a friend, just so he could enjoy more of the eye pleasing view Drew represented to him.

David's voice interrupted Tristan's musing. "I'm off to the coach's training room--you're coming when you're dressed, right?"

Tristan gave David a quick nod saying, "Yup, in a few."

David's eyes gestured over at Drew and then he gave a slight negative shake of his head.

Tristan only smiled a little and gave a slight negative shake back. "Don't worry," he silently mouthed.

David disappeared, leaving Tristan with Drew who was clearly lingering and enjoying the spray of water on his body.

"What's up with Brandt?" Drew asked out of the blue. "You guys are tight so you would know," he stated outright.

"He told ya already. We stayed up last night over at my place," Tristan answered as jolt of fear passed through him.

"He needs to keep his shit together if he's going to be the quarterback," Drew observed, "and you have to support the team and not be doing that all night shit if it's going to affect him that way."

"Got ya on that," Tristan answered quickly. "We already decided that too."

"Good."

Trying to change the subject Tristan decided now was a good time to ask, "What classes are you taking this year?"

"The usual ones of course, English, History, Algebra, P.E., and then I'm signed up for a couple other electives."

"Like which ones?" Tristan asked.

Drew looked over at Tristan and considered for a moment before replying, "Chorus and theatre."

"Really?" Tristan said with some surprise. "I'm in chorus too. Fourth period, right?"

"Yeah, that's the one I think. So what's the surprise all about?"

"Oh. That. Ummmmm.....well....I kinda had you pegged for a sports career cuz you have obvious athletic ability."

"Yeah, maybe I do, but there's more to me and more to life than trying to be like every other black guy and putting all my hopes in a professional sports career."

"But, you're not really black," slipped out of Tristan's mouth before he really thought about what he was saying.

Drew heaved a sigh and admitted, "Yeah, and I'm not 'really' white either. Besides, my pops said that it's a sin not to develop all of the gifts that have been given to you."

"So why not just be yourself and not worry about other people's stereotyped expectations, is that what you're trying to tell me?" Tristan said as that realization dawned on him.

"Yeah, that's exactly right. You gotta be yourself for who you are inside. Know what? You are one kewl dude there Cochran!" Drew said as he smiled a bright smile. For whatever reason he knew at that moment that Tristan Cochran understood him and was going to be a great friend. Having said that, Drew shut his shower off and moved outside the shower bay to dry off.

Tristan quickly washed his hair and rinsed off. He stepped outside the shower bay himself in time to see Drew finishing drying himself, toweling the moisture from his back and incidentally displaying his evident proud maleness. There was no false modesty in Drew, just the healthy self esteem that came from an awareness of his good looks and his abilities. Tristan felt very comfortable with Drew as well since he didn't have to feel like his nudity was on display like he did when he was naked around most other boys. Usually they couldn't resist making at least some comment about his male parts or couldn't help staring at him. Drew packed about the same sized equipment so it was no big deal for him. Drew's was probably a bit larger than Tristan's in fact. They dried off and moved back to their lockers to dress in a comfortable silence and awareness of a growing friendship.

Tristan noted with great interest that Drew wore blue boxerbriefs with a gray waistband. No one else he knew wore those and he watched from the corner of his eye as Drew settled his equipment into the pouch.

Drew noticed Tristan watching him. "What you looking at?"

Tristan looked sheepish as he answered, "Ummmm, I've never seen anyone wear that kind of underwear. You wear those all the time?"

"No one knows but me and Calvin Klein," Drew laughed and then answered, "Yep, I like the support."

"Kewl, I think I know what you mean."

Before too much longer they were dressed and Drew was ready to leave. "Catch ya later Cochran," he said with a quick smile and then he walked out with his unique and graceful saunter.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow Andrews," Tristan said back with an answering smile. And then it was high time for him to get his butt into the training room where David was and keep him company. "How ya doing there Davie?" Tristan asked as he walked in to find David relaxing in a stainless steel tub filled with churning water.

"Much better," David sighed contentedly. "You can't believe how good this is feeling right now," and then he added, "very soothing."

"Oh, that's good. Guess what? Drew and I are in chorus together. We were talking about class schedules and we also have a couple of classes together. Did you know he likes theatre too?"

"Nope. He isn't one bit bashful, is he?" David commented wryly.

Tristan giggled as he thought about Drew's naked form strutting through the locker room. "You can say that again," he agreed verbally.

"So what are going to do today, Tris?" David asked.

"Ummmm, some chores around the house. Clean my room. What about you?"

Inadvertently David yawned and then answered, "Definitely catch some sleep and maybe later on hang out. Depends what the folks have going since I haven't been home much lately. When I know something I thought I would call you."

"Good. Sounds like a plan," Tristan looked around for a place to sit. He snagged the only chair in there and sat on it backwards so he could rest his elbows on the back of it. After a period of relative silence with the whirlpool humming away while David soaked in his whirlpool Tristan said, "It's going to seem strange to be back in school and not to be able to be with you except in English and history classes."

"Yeah, but at least we have the same lunch period and we have before school and after school and if we go out for the same sports we can spend that time together too," David reminded him.

"Yeah, I know. It's just....well you know....that I've gotten used to being with you all the time and it's going to be strange not being with you all day long," Tristan confessed.

"Yeah, I'll miss you too Tris-dude. But in a way it's good."

"How's that?" Tristan reacted by sitting up straighter.

"Well...by spending some time apart it won't be so obvious that we are a pair and when we are together it will be that much nicer."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Tristan tried to smile but failed to be convincing about it.

"I know I'm right, Tris-dude...and it's waaaay better than you being in Lubbock, right?" David knew he had to build a positive outlook for Tristan before his Tris would get all immersed in only looking at the negative side of the situation. And it worked.

Tristan's down mood evaporated instantly. "For sure, David, for sure!" as he remembered how much worse their being apart could have been and almost was a few short weeks ago. It took a devastating tornado to bring out what was most important in the Cochran family's life. "So how much longer are you going to be in there?" Tristan asked.

"Just a bit more...until the water cools off to only luke warm," David stated as he shifted his position and spread his legs wide to allow the water to swirl around his privates and his back door. "Ahhhhhh, you can't believe how good this feels, Tristan," David crooned. "You should try this sometime."

"Maybe I will. Too bad it's not a two seater like the hot tub I saw at Craig Thompson's."

"Oh yeah, that's right. We're going there on Saturday aren't we?"

"Yup."

"So what's the deal with that old dude, anyway?"

"Hey David, he's a real nice guy and I think he's lonely. He lives by himself cuz his two daughters are married and live far away. He's the Dean of Men at the college and he kinda reminds me of Grandpa Brandt."

"How can he remind you of Grandpa Brandt? He probably doesn't even know what a farm is," David scoffed.

Tristan frowned at his lover while he thought of his answer. "Like he makes you feel really special. And he knows lots of stuff and gives really good advice. And besides, he's really a good cook!"

"So why are we going there?" David asked again.

"To eat and because he likes us, I guess," Tristan answered simply.

"But what if he finds out we are.... you know?"

"He already knows, David. I told him. He's the one that told me yesterday that I should give you a chance to explain what really happened with Jason, so I figure he's kewl with it and you'll see that he'll make you feel really special too."

"Kay, whatever, I'll have to see it to believe it," David replied.

"You'll see," Tristan said confidently.

Still not sure about the whole thing David decided to change the subject. "Would ya hand me my towel, Tristan? I'm ready to get out," David said.

"Sure, here ya go," Tristan handed David his towel and resisted the urge to dry his lover like he did earlier that day. He loved taking care of his Davie and pampering David like that but had to content himself with watching David doing it. While he watched he compared David's body to that of Drew's. Although David was smaller than Drew, Tristan still adored David's perfect proportions and his classical male beauty the most. And now that he and David had pledged themselves to each other they were united by the deepest bonds of love and trust. With David at his side Tristan felt complete and there no one else made him feel that way....so loved, so safe, so accepted for who he really was.

David wrapped the very damp towel around his waist and nodded his head in a silent gesture of 'let's go'.

Tristan smiled and stood up and was immediately aware that his package needed adjusting. Watching David and thinking about their love automatically made him pudge down there. He quickly adjusted himself through his left pocket.

Seeing him do that, David only shook his head from side to side and rolled his eyes with a smile on his face before leading the way back to his locker in the dressing room.

"Did that whirlpool make you feel better?" Tristan asked as David dressed.

"Yeah, quite a bit. I'm still sore but it's not like a big jolt hitting me like it was earlier. I'll be fine, Tris, don't worry."

"Kay, if you're sure."

"Of course I'm sure. Tris, I wanted it....all of it....so don't go around blaming yourself, you hear?" David knew where Tristan was going with his thoughts and that he needed to be reassured. By this time David was dressed and swung his locker door closed. He turned around to find Tristan standing there waiting.

"No one is here Davie. Can I get a little something before we go home?" Tristan eye's were begging for it.

David looked around. There wasn't a single person left there in the locker room and all was quiet so he nodded "yes". He wanted a hug too before going home and away from his Tris-dude, especially after their breaching the last barriers to their unsurpassed intimacy last night. The two boys moved into each other's arms, enjoying one last little interlude of togetherness before parting for the day. They hugged tightly and as they pulled slightly apart, Tristan leaned in for a kiss. Their lips touched and David threw caution to the winds. They stood there like that, kissing tenderly and silently communicating the depth of their love, both of them not wanting to leave the other one. They ground their groins tightly against each other, savoring the delicious feelings that raced between their lips and their rapidly hardening cocks.

Suddenly a voice boomed out in loud tones of pure astonishment from very close by. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO GUYS DOING?"

In total panic David and Tristan flew apart and spun to face the person who busted them. It was obvious that they were very aroused by the tents in their crotches--it was impossible to deny what they were doing and the fact that they were gay.....they had been found out!

Well, dear readers, what should happen next? Who was it that found our two boys and interrupted their tender goodbye? Will he make life a living hell for our two lovers by outing them to the football team and the rest of the school? Oh yes, and what about Randy Cochran and Craig Thompson? Who should make the first move and how will the two older men surmount their entrenched inhibitions to get together at the upcoming Saturday night barbecue? Any and all comments or suggestions are welcome if you would email me at ndman72@yahoo.com. And don't worry about me using an email of yours in a future preface, OK? I always receive permission from the originator before using an email I've received.

One more thing needs to be said before I quit talking and get this posted. I have been told by a little bird that Dallas and Steve W. from Canada are now official members of a tight group of guys known as the Case Clan. They join the recent additions of Randy M. and Stevie M. from Arizona to this growing group of gay cousins and their boyfriends as well as a few other "adopted relatives". Congratulations to the four of you on finding the love you have with each other and with a very special circle of guys who understand exactly how you feel and who also love you very much.