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:

I haven't talked about something over the course of the preceding 24 chapters about David and Tristan that I feel I need to mention here. So far in this series I have written about virginal teenagers having unprotected sex. In my fictional world they will never run the risk of a sexually transmitted disease unless I choose to introduce the subject into my story. In the real world, unprotected sex can all to possibly cost you your life from the effects of the HIV virus. Don't be dumb...the HIV virus will kill you if you give it chance. So use a condom...always...and don't let anyone else you engage in sex with go without one either. It may sound trite, but you should consider that you are having sex with everyone that your sex partner has had sex with and that they had sex with and so on and so on down the line.

Enough preaching. Here's the latest about David and Tristan.

CHAPTER 12. BIG ONES & SMALL ONES.

"Ever had one of those?" Craig asked, nodding his head towards the boys. As the two men glanced out the window they could see Tristan arching his back, evidently in the throes of his orgasm as they saw his hips bucking and his mouth open in exclamation. David's lips stayed locked on Tristan's ample cock as Tristan's fucking motions ceased and then relaxed.

Turning their attention back to each other Randy answered huskily, "No, I haven't. Are you offering me one?"

"Yes, I am," Craig said as he stared into Randy's brown eyes. "I would love to. I've waited my entire adult life to do this with a hunk like you."

Feeling Craig's arms around him and his hands on his butt Randy swallowed and then spoke, "So what does that mean? Have you had sex with another guy before?"

Craig looked back at Randy and hesitated before he replied, "I won't lie to you Randy. I haven't done any of that since I was a teenager 40 years ago, give or take some. I gave it up when I met my ex-wife and waited until now to once again open the lid of my Pandora's box."

"Uh, I never have," Randy nervously admitted. "So what now?"

"We enjoy something we both have waited for years to do," Craig said simply. "That is, if you want to."

"I think I do, but what about the boys?"

"What about them? They're busy doing what we want to be doing." Craig looked out the window and sure enough he could see that David and Tristan has switched places and now it was David was receiving the oral attentions of Tristan. "You only need to unzip your fly and in the unlikely chance they interrupt us you can quickly put yourself back together," Craig encouraged as he put all the confidence and persuasion he could muster into his words. He wanted this to happen so very badly!

"You seem to have it figured out, don't you?" Randy was still a bit hesitant.

"Yes, I have. Getting to know Tristan and David and the love they share has made it crystal clear to me. So I've made up my mind not to waste the rest of my life only dreaming about what it might be like to make love to another man." Craig ran his fingers over Randy's prominent bulge, tracing the outline of his prodigious trouser snake. "And, I can tell by this that at least this part of you is interested."

Randy's cock surged at that light touch of Craig's. It had a mind of its own and it wanted out of its prison! He was as nervous and excited as when he first had sex as a teen boy, desperately wanting to but at the same time not sure of himself in this virgin territory. "Yeah," he said thickly. "It is. I mean, I am."

That's all Craig needed to hear. He leaned in and found Randy's lips with his own. Randy's lips tasted faintly of the beer they had been drinking, but they were warm and luscious just the same. As they kissed, Craig continued to lightly rub Randy's erection through his pants, marveling at the apparent size of what was contained within. He couldn't wait any longer and so he found the tab of Randy's zipper and gently eased it down. There was no protest that came from Randy, instead he shifted his hips to give Craig easier access. Craig's fingers slipped inside the open fly and claimed his prize. Pushing up Randy's boxers, Craig gently freed Randy's one-eyed monster from its confinement. "There you go," Craig murmured as he gave Randy another kiss while he lightly stroked the Randy's jutting maleness.

"Oh yeah," Randy sighed as he abandoned himself to his long pent-up craving for man to man loving. With his eyes closed, Randy felt rather than saw Craig slide down so he was on his knees, and he was amazed at how he could feel Craig's breaths gently blowing across his engorged cock.

Craig was drinking in the sight of Randy's substantial tool. It was a very impressive specimen of male flesh, being a full 8 inches long and thick, the helmeted crown of it dark above a neatly done circumcision scar. He held it lightly with his fingers, feeling it pulse and surge in his fingers as Randy avidly waited for him to do something. He wet his lips before leaning in to lick up the bead of precum that had formed at the slit.

Randy moaned out, "Ohhhh Yeah! That's it, go for it Craig. Suck me!"

That's all the encouragement Craig needed and he proceeded to lick all around the head of Randy's gorgeous pole. The slightly musky scent of Randy's crotch filled his nostrils and it triggered memories in Craig's mind of the times back in his younger teen years when he had sucked off his boy buds. Craig's cock was full and throbbing in his pants. He dropped his right hand down to massage it while he continued holding Randy's hot tool in his left hand. With his little finger he hooked away enough of Randy's boxer to let out one of Randy's low hanging balls. Leaving Randy's cock for the moment, he swooped down and sucked it into his mouth, sucking gently while jacking gently on the ample shaft.

All the while Randy had been gently moaning with pleasure and the suctioning on his testicle produced a series of small gasps as Randy felt new sensations rippling through his groin.

Leaving the spit soaked orb to cool, Craig went back to the main attraction. This time he slowly took as much of Randy's throbbing manmeat into his mouth as he could, only succeeding in getting half way down the shaft. Using both hands he was successful in fishing out Randy's other orb from its hiding spot and now had all of Randy's man toys out to be played with.

Randy was in heaven. He never had been so stimulated by anyone or anything before in his life. His body was the instrument and Craig's blowing filled him with a passion and a harmony that he never before had experienced. No woman ever had known how to play his male instrument with the skill and understanding Craig was demonstrating. Someone was making a lot of noise and to his surprise, Randy realized he was the one doing all of the oohing and ahhing in between moans of sheer rhapsody. It didn't take long before his balls were retracting tight upon his shaft. "Oh my God, Craig, I'm going to cum real soon if you keep doing that!" Randy warned as his desire for release began to crescendo. "Ummmm hmmmmm," Craig hummed in response and the tingling sensation that produced in Randy's cock put him over the edge. Fireworks went off in Randy's brain and his cock felt like it was going to burst. Randy's entire body stiffened before he began shooting balls of liquid fire like a Roman candle. With each shot Randy bucked his hips forward to bury his massive bone into the entrance to Craig's throat.

Craig knew exactly what to do and would back off so he wouldn't gag while swallowing the flood of cum that Randy was unloading. He had forgotten how good the tangy taste of semen was and how intensely he enjoyed giving head. Sucking lightly on the end of Randy's cock, Craig extracted every last drop of man juice he could before Randy's knees bent and Randy was kneeling and hugging him.

"What about you?" Randy's deep male voice rumbled in his ear. "Don't you need some release?" he asked as his hands roamed over Craig's body, exploring its trimness.

"It really isn't all that necessary if you would rather not reciprocate," Craig demurred. His insecurities over his tool compared to Randy's manhood made him shy and he had obtained his goal...to touch, see, smell, and taste that magnificent maleness of Randy's!

"Oh no, fair is fair," Randy insisted. "You got to play with mine and so now I'm gonna play with yours," Randy said as his hands dropped to Craig's belt and began unfastening it. In seconds he had Craig's pants undone and pulled down. Only Craig's precum soaked briefs shrouded his pulsating member.

"Let me close the door first," Craig suggested since he knew he wanted whatever it was that Randy had in mind. His body craved the touch of another man as the painful memories of the only time he was penetrated came back to him. This time he hoped with all his heart that the outcome would be something other than the near rape he had undergone as a sixteen year old. It was the first and only time for anal sex for both Craig and his teen friend since the friend fucked him brutally in total disregard of Craig's cries of pain and entreaties to stop. Even if Randy's cock tore him in two he knew he wanted it deep inside...but he needed a moment to gather himself mentally. Awkwardly Craig climbed to his feet, bending over and holding his pants off the floor as he shut the door. He turned, looked at Randy still waiting with his semi-hard cock still hanging out of his fly. He slipped his pants off, dropping them where he stood and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs. "Promise you won't laugh?" Craig asked as he paused before revealing himself.

"Why should I laugh?" Randy asked as he unsnapped his waistband and adjusted himself into a position of greater freedom.

"I'm not built like you are," Craig said in a subdued voice. "You are built like a stallion," he said, "and I'm just not."

"Whatever you have will be fine," Randy assured him, reaching out with his arms. "Come over here and let me do you now."

Craig slowly walked over to Randy and stood in front of him, waiting with his hands at his sides.

Randy could see by the outline in Craig's briefs that Craig's tool was average in size, but it was very unique in the fact that the head of it was much larger in circumference than the shaft. Randy helped Craig pull his briefs down and he saw what Craig was hesitant to reveal. A large, dark-red bulbous glans was perched on a slender 5-inch rod. "You have a cock that begs to be sucked," Randy breathed and then Randy pulled Craig to him. He carefully bent Craig's erection away from the vertical position it was standing in rigid attention. Randy took a couple of tentative licks, tasting another man's juice for the first time in his life. The clear precum coated Craig's knob but Randy found that it was mostly tasteless and soon was working his lips and tongue over its entirety.

Now it was Craig's turn to quietly moan with delight. His knees were threatening to buckle as a powerful orgasm rapidly built. Not wanting to keel over and also to prolong the exquisite feelings he was having, Craig slowly sank to the floor, pulling on Randy's shoulders with his hands. They never parted while they moved and now Craig was lying on his back on the floor with his knees up while Randy's mouth was still working its magic on Craig's tool. All too soon Craig was gasping and squirming in imminent orgasm.

Randy recognized was what happening and he pulled off Craig's cock, replacing his mouth with a hand. The firm grasp of Randy's strong fingers alternately squeezing and stroking his rigid dick was all the added stimulus Craig needed. Thick gobs of semen spurted over the hairs of Craig's belly as he convulsively shot his load. It had been years since he had felt an orgasm so intensely or blown such a quantity of cum. The strong sensations he felt at that moment reminded him of when he was a young virile man some years ago.

"How did I do Professor?" Randy grinned as he asked. "Even if I didn't get around to playing with these," he said as his fingers toyed with Craig's nutsack hanging loosely once more. Never before had Randy ever touched another guy's privates and the smooth, warm hardness of Craig's erection was certainly different from touching himself. And to see another guy shoot his load was another first for Randy.

"Oh, that was remarkably intense. You are one heck of a quick learner," Craig panted as he tried to gather himself together, his shirt pushed up under his armpits and totally nude down to his socks. "I've made quite a mess of myself...but it was certainly a delightful mess," he confessed with a sparkle in his eyes as he looked back at Randy. "Hand me my briefs will you so I can wipe this off," he asked as he cupped his right hand to his side preventing a puddle of semen from running down his side unto the carpet. He managed to catch his shorts as they were flung to him by Randy and he proceeded to wipe the large splotches of man juice from his torso.

As he did so Randy was putting away his still distended member into his pants, tucking it carefully away before flying up his fly and fastening his pants as he watched Craig clean himself up. "I'll go out and intercept the boys if they come in if you want to put yourself back together," he recommended as he pulled Craig to his feet. As he did so he noticed how Craig's penis had shrunk to a short, thick shaft that now matched the girth of his glans. He had never seen a cock on another guy quite like it.

"Yes, that would be a good idea. I would have liked to prolong this delightful experience, but prudence dictates we forego the pleasure until another time, hmmm?" Craig suggested.

Randy laughed. He couldn't help it and also he wanted to sidestep Craig's insinuated question. "Do you always talk like that?" he asked Craig.

"Like what?" Craig looked confused.

"Using all those big words."

"Oh. I guess I do use big words, don't I?" Craig said with a hint of concern. "Is that why you called me Professor?"

"Yeah. You sound like one."

"I should. I was one for many years before I became involved in counseling and administration."

"Oh. No offense, Craig. I've never been to college. I started working in manufacturing right out of high school and never stopped." Randy reached out to help pull Craig up from the floor, "There ya go."

Craig stood there without concern for modesty now that Randy had seen his nudity and hadn't laughed at him or made a denigrating comment. Glancing down quickly he could see that his genitals were mostly covered since now his shirt hanging down over them. "Thanks. No offense taken. And you've done quite well for yourself from what I can see.

"I guess so. If we moved to Lubbock I could have been a plant manager, but you know why I decided not to go there."

"Yes, and I think in the long run you'll be glad you didn't," Craig reassured him and added very candidly, "I'm glad you didn't."

"Ummmm, yeah," Randy again ducked making any return commitment. "I'll step out in the kitchen and let you put yourself back together, OK?" Seeing a flash of a disappointment in Craig's face, Randy hastened to explain a little. "Craig, it makes me nervous to have the boys here and to be fooling around...and I've never been with another guy before like we just were. Right now I'm feeling all mixed up and I need to sort it out."

Holding his pants in front of him, Craig gave Randy a small smile and said, "Sure, you go ahead. I'll catch up with you in a few minutes." Inside, his feelings of ecstasy deflated faster than his penis had some minutes earlier. Sure, he accomplished his goal of discovering the joys hidden in Randy's pants, but it looked very doubtful at that moment that he would ever see Randy again let alone make love with the man whom he thought had the perfect blend of masculine looks, who was hung, and could accept what he, Craig, had to offer. Once Randy had left, Craig gathered clean underwear and went into the bathroom and closed the door. He closed the lid to the stool and sat down, fighting off the depression that was imminent. After all those years of hiding himself away now he had come out only to be disappointed and have a chink in his carefully built armor of social respectability. Sighing heavily, he got up and ran warm water to wash himself with before getting dressed.

Out in the kitchen Randy was standing by the sink and watching the two boys out the window. If he hadn't seen them having sex earlier he would have never guessed anything exciting had gone on out there. Both boys were lounging back in the hot tub while they casually talked and laughed together. To be sure, they weren't afraid to touch each other now and then and who knew what they were doing beneath the surface of the frothy water. At that moment Randy envied Tristan and the love he so easily shared with David. It looked so easy to do....to let a man into his life....but at that particular moment he was having trouble with the fact he just had sex with another man. He distinctly felt conflicting feelings. One part of him felt very guilty....that he'd done something wrong by having sex with a man. The other side of him reveled in the fact that he'd finally done what he had wanted to do since he could remember....to find out what it was like to have sex with a guy....to touch him, smell him, and to learn what the taste and texture of some other guy's cock was like.

He was still coming to grips with those feelings as Craig entered. "I don't know about you," Craig said brightly with a hint of forced laugh, "but I could use a chaser after that last drink of "hard" stuff I had."

Randy smiled at Craig's joke, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, that sounds good to me too. Let's go outside and sit and enjoy the evening and have another beer or two." So they did just that. Their conversation focused on Randy's job with Craig asking a multitude of questions in order to keep conversation going. In the middle of their second post-meal beer David and Tristan decided that they had done enough hot tubbing. Their towels were set back from the hot tub so they wouldn't get wet and the boys had a quick conversation about how to handle their dilemma. It was either reveal their nudity by stepping out of the tub and grabbing the towels or asking to have one of the men hand them the towels. Not wanting to call attention to themselves, the boys decided they would quietly slip out of the hot tub and grab their towels.

The soft yellowish light of the setting sun produced a golden glow around Tristan's and David's bodies as they climbed out of the warm tub into the cooler air. The aftermath of their sex play and the warm water caused their genitals to hang loosely down. The boy's movement caused both Randy and Craig to look and the men were treated to the sight of the young men's bodies in their natural glory.

Craig looked away first and leaned over to Randy to say in a low voice, "Those two boys are gorgeous, aren't they? You have a fine son there, Randy. And I mean that in every way possible."

This time Randy's smile was full of pride. "Yes, they are quite the pair." Still watching them he added, "You can tell just by watching how they feel towards each other, can't you?" as Tristan handed David his towel and then used his own towel to wipe the moisture from David's back before wrapping it around his own hips.

Craig leaned towards Randy and said earnestly, "Yes, and you are doing exactly the right thing by accepting them and the love they share. You are giving them a gift that precious few gay teens get....allowing them to grow into gay adults without shame and fear. The freedom you give them now to be themselves will carry over into their adult lives in terms of personal happiness and self confidence. You are having a profound influence on them that will carry them throughout the rest of their lives."

"You really believe that don't you?" Randy said.

Craig sat back and took a sip of his beer before he answered, "Yes, I do. Like I told Tristan, I have made it a special study of mine to define happiness. Self acceptance and then acceptance by the people you love are the main sources of inner happiness....not possessions, not booze, not drugs. And the other secret is that if you want to receive unconditional love, you have to give it away."

"That's the same stuff you were telling me last week, isn't it?" Tristan interjected as he walked up to them dressed in his clothes once more.

"Yes, it is. Did you and David enjoy the hot tub?" Craig asked in an innocent tone.

"Oh yeah!" Tristan replied enthusiastically. "It was the best! Hope we can use it again sometime."

"You're welcome to use it anytime you would like," Craig smiled back at him and then added, "as long as your dad approves of you coming here."

That got Randy's attention. Craig seemed to have only good intentions towards the boys, didn't he? Or was that a veiled reference to the hidden tension between the two men? "Well, it's OK with me if you hot tub once in a while, so long as you two don't make pests of yourselves," Randy managed to spit out with all those other thoughts whirling through his brain.

By this time David came up to join the group, combing his hair into some resemblance of order. For the first time in his life he was letting it grow out since Tristan loved his silky blonde hair and encouraged him to let it grow. "Kewl!" David exclaimed as he heard Randy's answer to Tristan. "This was great way to relax and unwind some sore muscles. Thank you, Craig, for letting us," David said to him while David's hand dropped down to readjust his still sensitive cock which was trapped uncomfortably in his shorts. Just the reminder of what he and Tristan had been doing in the hot tub made his dick twitch and start to swell again.

Both men pretended not to notice David's unconscious body language. Randy decided it was time for him to retreat gracefully and said, "This sure has been a fun time for everyone, Craig. I need to be getting home though to do some things. Thanks a million for the delicious meal." Turning to the boys he asked, "Tell Craig thank you and we'll head for home."

Tristan went first. "Yeah, thanks, Craig for everything. This has been really kewl," and then shook the hand that Craig offered to him as he replied, "Your very welcome, Tristan. Come again, anytime."

David went next. He stuck his hand out first to Craig and they also shook hands while David thanked him, saying once more how much he enjoyed the hot tub. Craig winked back at him with a smile.

Finally the two adults shook hands in parting. Craig had to try once more time to get some kind of indication from Randy if he was at all interested in continuing what they had started together. "Let's do this again sometime, shall we?" Craig hinted.

"Yeah, we'll have to do that," Randy said carefully. "I'll give you a call one of these days to set something up."

"Yes, please do." Craig tried to put all of the positive vibrations he could into his voice despite the fact that his brain was convinced that this would be the only time he would see Randy. Randy sure didn't seem to be interested in him and why he wasn't sure. Randy seemed to enjoy the sex so then was it because he was older? Or was it because he wasn't hung very well? Craig had no real idea what the source of Randy's hesitation was since Randy wasn't giving any clues. "All of you are welcome to stop back and visit any time, OK?" Craig pasted a smile on his face as he put out the open invitation.

"We'll be back for sure," from Tristan enthusiastically.

"Yup," David confirmed with an accompanying nod of his head.

Craig looked over at Randy who hadn't answered yet.

"Yeah, I'll give you a call first though," Randy quickly responded when he realized Craig was looking at him. "Thanks again for your great hospitality." Randy and the boys gathered their things together and left then as Craig ushered them out to the Bronco. They all waved as they pulled out of the driveway and drove off down the street.

Feelings of loneliness that Craig hadn't experienced for quite some time washed over him as he walked back through the gate and locked it. Since he didn't feel like doing anything he decided that he might as well take a soak in the hot tub himself and he uncharacteristically dropped his clothes on the grass as he stripped to the buff. Usually he wore loose shorts when he hot tubbed, but tonight he wanted to prolong the feelings of sensuality that Randy had ignited within him. He stepped into the tub and sank down into the roiling warm water and sprawled back with his legs wide open to let the water caress and stimulate his most sensitive areas of his body freely. Closing his eyes he relived the sex he had enjoyed with Randy and memorized all of the things his senses told him about Randy's fantastic manhood.

When they reached the Cochran home, Tristan and David wanted to watch television. The two of them snuggled together on the couch and channel flipped until they found a movie that was on. While Randy did odd chores around the house he would steal glances at the two boys who were spooned together with David in front and Tristan's arm wrapped around him. That sight made Randy jealous of the love those boys shared so freely and guilt-free. He couldn't help it--he still felt guilty for the sex he shared with Craig even though his cock still tingled from it and was begging for more.

Evening turned into darkness and the front room was lit only with the light thrown off by the TV. The last time Randy went by he could see the boys were still spooned together, but he could tell things were heating up in there. Craig was pretty sure he saw Tristan's hips grinding into David's ass and Tristan's arm had dropped lower down David's torso--most likely so he could finger David's equipment. No wonder they were so quiet in there...the noise level had dropped off a while back come to think of it. Randy gave up and went to bed, quietly closing, then locking his door before stripping. He stood in front of his full length mirror and studied his body, something he very rarely did.

He studied himself as he might study a stranger, looking closely at the image of the man he was. He saw in the mirror a man at his peak before the inevitable decline of advanced middle age. His body type of was of medium build with no hint of an accumulation of fat so beneath a crop of body hair his chest muscles and his belly were those of a fit masculine specimen. His eyes dropped lower and he studied his privates with fresh eyes. That guy in the mirror did have a set of equipment, Randy decided. His 5 inch flaccid cock draped over a pair of low hanging balls the size of large chicken eggs and were framed by a thick thatch of dark pubic hair. "Thank God he didn't have any gray hairs showing down there, not like Craig did," Randy mentally remarked to himself. He looked at himself from a sexual standpoint, finally understanding why a man like Craig would be so attracted to him. Those thoughts caused the blood to fill his member as it lengthened and thickened. He watched it happen in the mirror and with a few brushes of his fingertips brought himself to full hardness. Then he turned so he could view his profile, noting how his engorged 9 inches of male flesh stood out.

He was still horny after the blow job he had received from Craig, so he snapped off the overhead light and lifted a special box down from the top shelf of his closet. It was there he kept a collection of magazines for times like this...times he wanted a slow, fantasy filled session of masturbating. Tonight he was going to indulge himself as he grabbed a bottle of lotion and greased himself before settling back for a second release of his pent-up juices as he tried not to listen to the noises that leaked through the walls of Tristan's room. It was some time later after all three guys in the house jetted more man juice from second or third rounds of carnal enjoyment did the house become quiet and dark.

"Tristan, time to get UP!" Randy told him emphatically since this was the third time he was there to get Tristan out of bed and moving on the first day of school. With a mutter and a groan Tristan crawled out of bed still more asleep than awake. His bloated cock swung heavily in his boxers as he shuffled sleepily to the bathroom and then stripped them off to drain his overfull bladder while he scratched his pubes as he stood there. In slow motion he turned the water to the shower on and gathered his towel while the water warmed.

After adjusting the temp to his liking Tristan climbed in and closed the shower curtain to take his usual 10 minute hot shower while he continued to come back to the land of the living as he slowly woke up. Finally he got around to washing his hair and then soaped himself, cleaning all his hidden areas thoroughly in order to avoid the social sin of body odor. Besides, he always wanted to smell as fresh and enticing as David did. There was something about David's scent that was like an aphrodisiac for Tristan. Just thinking about it and the feel of the slippery soap on his genitals made Tristan quickly grow hard down there. He began to gently masturbate himself, enjoying the sensations as he imagined David was there with him and that they were "fooling around" as they did every chance they could.

'Having a boyfriend was way better than a girlfriend,' Tristan decided for the umpteenth time. 'They could indulge in the sex they wanted without all the baggage such as pregnancy, menstrual periods, and parental lectures of saving sex for marriage that went along with boy-girl sex scene,' he concluded. That was the entire point--he, Tristan, felt so complete, so fulfilled with David's love as they had overcome society's constraints against two boys expressing their love for each other in all possible ways. And it was very unlikely he would ever experience those same feelings of completion with a girl.

Without any forewarning there was a someone pinching his left buttock. "What the hell is going on here?" Tristan yelped in total surprise, his hands ineffectively trying to shield his soapy and engorged tool.

"Morning there studly," David giggled on the dry side of shower curtain. "I see you are playing with my toys already this morning."

"Shit, you scared me!" Tristan exclaimed as he tried to get his heart rate to slow down and turned to rinse the soap from his crotch.

"There, that's better. Get rinsed off and jump out so I can dry ya off," David instructed. "We need to get going so we can check in at school right away when they open the doors and find our lockers and stuff."

Tristan groaned and then yawned a jaw popping yawn. "I didn't think you would be here so early. How can you be so anxious to get going when we're starting a whole 'nother year of school?" he said as he climbed out of the shower.

David talked as he briskly dried the boy he loved. "Because. Come on Tris, you know why. Just think, we're taking driver's ed this year and pretty soon we'll have our drivers licenses! And then I have a kewl shop class and we are in phy ed and math class together. We're gonna have a great year! There, you are almost done except for these hangy downy parts," and David knelt down to carefully wipe the excess moisture from Tristan's genitals. Giving Tristan's cock head a little kiss he announced, "There, all done...that'll have to hold you till later big boy."

"Mmmmmmm, I wish we could stay home and do more of that," Tristan rumbled in his morning voice.

"Just tell your thinger to go back to sleep, would ya? Here, put these on and save it for later," David teased as he tossed Tristan's fresh underwear at him. And then goosed Tristan as he was bending over to slip them on.

"No fair! And if you keep playing around like that I'm going to rip off your clothes and rape your fine virgin body." Tristan threatened as he pulled his boxers up and over his ample goods, leaving only a nature trail pointing to the hidden treasures below.

"You're wrong there, oh dog breath. First, you'd never be able to rip my clothes off and second, this boy ain't no virgin."

"Dog breath? You telling me I have bad breath now? And yeah, I KNOW for a fact that you aren't a virgin any more." Tristan reached for his toothpaste in the drawer as he looked over at David leaning against the closed door. David watched Tristan as he brushed his teeth and finished his morning routine of getting ready, but stepped in to help apply scented anti-deodorant to Tristan's underarms. David's free hand slipped around Tristan's chest to play with his nipples in the process. There wasn't a thing about Tristan that David didn't find sexy looking.

"You'd better stop doing that," Tristan warned.

"How come?" David giggled.

"Cuz you're making something down there wake up again," Tristan pointed down to his growing snake.

"Whoops. Can't have that. No time. Let's see, I know a couple of things that'll take care of that 'little' problem."

"Yeah, I do too," Tristan breathed as he pulled David to him and grabbed David's butt with both hands."

"That's not what I had in mind," David said impishly. "I was thinking more along the lines of either some ice water or a whack in the balls."

"You are a cock tease, you know that?" Tristan complained. "You want it, I can tell."

"Yeah, I want it...most all the time, but not right now," David confessed before looking Tristan in the eye and asking, "Didn't you get enough Saturday night? How many times was that again?"

Tristan blushed. He and David had made love all night, taking short naps after bouts of lovemaking. "Ummmm, I didn't think to count them. Let's see, there was the first time at Craig's house, then I think it was what, three more for each of us?"

"Did you forget the hand job you gave me out on the couch?" David reminded him.

"Oh yeah, so that makes 5 times for you and 4 times for me. You still owe me one. That's why I'm still a little horny," Tristan said with a big laugh.

"Maybe so, but I'm still a little sore from that workout you gave me the other night...so we'll have to do something later about it...today we need to get to school early," David reiterated and opened the bathroom door to leave. "Time to get going, dude."

"David!" Tristan yelped. Even though he had his boxers on, he still felt naked with his semi-hardon pushing out the front of them. He peeked around the corner of the bathroom door before making a dash to his bedroom where David was waiting for him. "I'm gonna get you one of these days. Just remember, paybacks are a bitch!"

"Oooh, like I'm so worried!" David said with his back to Tristan as he was picking out clothes for Tristan to wear. "Here, wear these." David had picked out khaki shorts, a tight muscle shirt and a matching over shirt. Tristan had put them on as David watched him cover up the studly body he had grown so intimately familiar with.

"So does this look OK then?" Tristan asked when he was finished as he spread his arms out and stepped up to David.

David stepped into his arms, unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt and said, "Now you are the sexiest guy in the school...and you belong to me so don't forget it!". They kissed and then stood there in each other's arms enjoying a moment of physical closeness before they proceeded with a day that would allow no further intimacies.

David chatted with Randy while Tristan shoveled cereal into his mouth. As Tristan was finishing it was David who got Tristan's backpack closed up and ready to go and was waiting with it at the door by the time Tristan was rinsing out his bowl.

Randy took note of all these things and inwardly marveled as he finished getting ready to go to work. Without ruffling Tristan's feathers David had effectively hustled Tristan into leaving early for school and Tristan seemed to like having David do things for him. One thing for sure was that Tristan didn't grump at David like he would have at Randy if it was Randy trying to keep Tristan moving.

"Kay, we're going! Bye Randy!" David announced cheerily as he picked up his backpack and football.

"Bye Dad," was Tristan's typically laid back farewell.

"Bye, have a good day at school," Randy told them as he in turn prepared to leave for work. Despite his misgivings about his initial foray into man sex, he felt good this morning. His 'nads were content for once and Randy remembered how good it felt to receive the attention and obvious interest from a man like Craig. Randy still didn't understand what an educated man like Craig saw in a blue collar worker like himself. Right now though he realized he had better stop thinking about Craig and the sex they enjoyed since that line of thought was causing his hose to fill. Rearranging himself down there Randy picked up his lunch bucket and headed off to work, resolutely putting Craig out of his mind as he began to mentally plan his upcoming work day.

The boys had stepped out into the fresh morning air and were well on their to the school by the time Randy left the house. The high school was about a mile away from Tristan's home and David set the pace of a swift walk in his determination to be there early.

"Damn, if I didn't know better I would be thinking you were in a hurry to go hustle some chick by the way you're acting this morning," Tristan semi- complained.

"You know better," was David's unruffled response. "Go out for a pass....kick it in gear there Cochran!," he directed as he prepared to pass the football to his lover and best friend. Tristan was awake enough to catch it and so it was they played football on the way to school, passing it back and forth as they alternately walked and jogged.

Soon enough they were at the school and joined the line forming outside the doors. They chatted and laughed with the friends they found there, patiently waiting for the doors to open so they could get their locker and home room assignments. It had always been that way on the first day of school, a madhouse of confusion as the students excitedly found their alloted square footage of personal space in the school domain while carrying on with all of natural enthusiasm teenagers can have. "The door's open!" came the cry from the front of the line and immediately all chatter stopped as they streamed through the doors and headed for their respective check-in stations strategically set up right inside.

"David Cochran, I mean Brandt," David announced to the young school secretary who sat under the sign labeled 'sophomores' and then blushed quite red as he realized what he'd said. The woman who was in her early 20's glanced at up him with confusion before she rifled through a bundle of slips and extracted one handing it to David. It read 'David Brandt--Locker 472 and Home Room: Room 111.' Still blushing David stole a quick look at Tristan and said, "See ya at the lockers, mine's 472."

Stifling his laughter at David's blunder Tristan could barely talk. "Yeah, OK." Tristan turned to the secretary and said, "I'm Tristan Cochran. That guy ahead of me was trying to steal my name." The young secretary smiled at him although she was still a bit confused by the whole thing.

"Here you are, Tristan," she said sweetly, batting her eyes at the hunky young man who stood in front of her.

"Thanks," Tristan said politely as she continued to check him out with obvious interest. After her eyes dropped down and back up a couple of times he figured out what she was looking at and decided it was high time to be elsewhere. "Bye," he gulped out and fled. He looked for David while trying to see what his slip had on it. It said 'Tristan Cochran--Locker 476 and Home Room: Chorus Room.'

"Tristan, over here!" came David's voice cutting over the babble of the student's voices.

"There you are!" Tristan exclaimed with relief. "Is this where our lockers are?" he asked loudly as he walked up to David and then leaned close to quietly say, "And what was that slip-up about David Cockran might I ask? Is there something you've been meaning to tell me, hmmmm?" he teased.

David glanced at him and then looked away. Then his gaze swung back to Tris. "Ummm, can we talk about it later?"

"You can count on it," Tristan grinned back. "What home room do you have? Mine's the chorus room, naturally."

"111. English. Bleh! Stuck with old battleaxe Mrs. Johnson."

"Poor Davie. You should have signed up for chorus so you could be with me." Tristan teased.

"Yeah, maybe. But it wouldn't be long before they threw me out for not being able to carry a tune in bucket. I'll walk with ya to the chorus room and then I'll head back to 111. That way I won't have to be in there with that old biddy as long."

"Deal. Let's head in that direction then."

"Sure."

The two boys made their way through the halls of the school, stopping to talk with various other friends. They stopped to talk often since David had lots of friends from his sporting activities and due to the fact that he was generally liked and admired by his classmates. Tristan didn't have as many admirers as David did since Tristan wasn't a star athlete, but they talked with a few of his other friends as well. It was fun to see everyone again and to be back together, even if it meant they were back in the school regimen.

"Here we are," Tristan announced as they walked up to the music department doors. "See ya at lunch, stud," he said quietly as he looked into the eyes of the boy he loved. "Be good."

David knew what that code phrase meant. The undercurrent meant 'I love you and care so much about you'. "Yeah, you too, and wait for me before you get into the lunch line, OK?" David replied and after another look in each other's eyes, they parted to go their separate ways for the morning.

David peeled off to go back to the English department as Tristan swung into the chorus room. Tristan knew most of the kids in there and as he expected, he saw Drew standing in the back chatting idly with another guy.

"Hiya Drew! How's it hanging? " Tristan greeted him and then gave a quick "hi" to the other kid, a younger, shorter guy with brown hair that had blonde tips and greenish blue eyes.

Drew winked at Tristan before answering, "Hey Tristan! It's hanging just fine. Sean and I were just talking about trying out for Select Chorus. You should try out too." Tristan was struck again by the beauty of Drew's sapphire blue eyes. Combined with Drew's dark handsomeness, it was a stunning combination.

"Might do that, if I'm good enough," Tristan said doubtfully. "I dunno though, I just started singing last year."

"Hey, you'll never know unless you try," Drew said with conviction. "Do you two guys know each other?" he asked Tristan and Sean.

"Nope," Tristan said.

"I know who you are but we haven't met before," Sean admitted.

"I'm Tristan Cochran. You're a freshman?" Tristan asked.

"Yeah. My name is Sean Adams. What part do you sing? Drew said he usually sings bass," Sean chattered away semi-nervously. Here he was, a lowly freshman with no social status, talking with two older and obviously athletic studs who were in chorus with him.

"Usually bass or baritone. I fit the baritone range best I guess," Tristan said with a shrug. "It sounds like you will make a good tenor," he added.

"Yeah, that's where I'll get put, I'm sure," he said in his clear tones. They weren't girlishly high, but he definitely had a higher normal voice pitch than Tristan and quite obviously, Drew.

At that moment the warning bell rang and the teacher came into the room and called the class into order. "Everyone, find a place to stand and we'll get organized here. Boys on the risers to my left and girls to my right. We'll see who's here and then we'll do some warming up. By the way, I'm Mr. Reed for those of you who are new to chorus." He swiftly did a roll call and then hit a note on the piano for pitch. "OK everyone, we'll go down the scale from this note and back up. Guys, sing an octave lower than the girls." They went through warm ups until everyone's voices were fully functional and then they started singing familiar songs. They would sing and then Mr. Reed would move people around, trying to place students into voice groupings. By the end of the hour Tristan found himself in a middle row in front of Drew, who was in the back row, and standing behind Sean who was in the front row. He liked having chorus first thing in the day. It gave his a brain a chance to wake up fully and he always felt energized by the time they were done with an hour's worth of singing.

And so Tristan's first day of school was off to a good start, and he was busy enough to not be thinking about his David and missing him every minute. But when lunch time was near, Tristan's stomach was thinking of food while his head and heart were focused on seeing David and catching up on their first morning back in school! As Tristan rounded the corner into the lunch room someone caught his arm and spoke in his ear. "Hey Tris, its about time you got here! I've been waiting for ya." It was David and he hadn't gotten into the lunch line--instead David waited for him! Now that had to be true love, didn't it?

After getting their food they sat side by side at the tables so they could at least touch knees if nothing else. They joined some of their classmates and the entire group chattered away like magpies, talking about their summer, the teachers, sports, and everything else that mattered to them at the moment. Tristan couldn't help but think while some of the boys talked about their summer activities, "I'll bet none of them have had the summer I did or learn how to love a guy like I have. And they have no clue what they are missing." Just the thought of the sex he and David enjoyed made his male appendage swell rapidly and he squirmed as he tried to get it settled.

David was so tuned into Tristan by now that just by glancing he could see what had Tristan squirming. He turned to look at Tristan and smirked, knowing that Tristan couldn't do a damn thing about his woodie. Knowing what was trapped in Tristan's shorts and not being able to react made David's itch ignite. He had to quickly adjust himself down there too as his tool sprang to full hardness. He gobbled down the rest of his food hoping his erection would subside, but no, it stayed at full mast and throbbed with an insistent ache. Finishing his food, he poked Tristan with an elbow and said, "I gotta go hit the men's room," and nodded with his head for Tristan to follow. Both boys shielded their front with their trays as they got up and after disposing of them, quickly made their way to one of the more secluded bathrooms.

David quickly checked to make sure no one else was in there before pulling Tristan into his arms around a corner out of sight of the door. "You dork!" he exclaimed quietly while he held his Tris. "As soon as I saw you grow wood mine got hard and stayed that way too!"

"Awwwww, poor Davie," Tristan giggled. "You want me to make it feel all better or something?"

"I wish," David said. "I really do, Tris, but not here. Too easy to get caught. Just give me a quick kiss and that'll have to hold me till later I guess." David's lips found Tristan's at the conclusion of those words and they quickly realized what a mistake it was to be kissing there at school. With their lips being directly wired to their dicks, it only made the urge for sex more insistent. David pulled back practically panting for breath and fighting for control. He stared into Tristan's eyes while he rubbed his hand over the prominent bulge in Tristan's pants.

"Oooooooh, that's good, Davie. But if you aren't gonna finish it you gotta stop now," Tristan said in David's ear, "or I'm going to rip your clothes off and ravish your studly body right here and now," as his hand found David's rigid sex tool and squeezed it gently. "This thing is all swollen up, maybe it needs to be iced down?" Tristan teased.

David's hips bucked as jolts of intense desire rocked his body when Tristan squeezed his dick. "And if you don't stop I'm going to do a Brad Mills in my pants right here and now," David warned Tristan with a groan in his voice.

"Kay, stud, but we're gonna have to figure something out for later cuz you need it baaaaaad," Tristan giggled softly before giving David one last peck on the cheek and pat on the ass. "See if you can take a piss and maybe then it'll relax," he suggested.

David moved into a cubicle and popped open his pants and let it all hang out. It was still as hard as a rod of steel and at that minute all he wanted was to be having sweet sex with his main man, Tristan. It was all he could do to push it down enough to aim for the water.

"Any luck?" Tristan's voice echoed over the walls of the cubicle.

"No, none at all."

"Still have your problem?"

"Yup. Majorly."

"Oh. Well, mine is better. I've got an idea. Hang on a sec." The sound of water running and the towel dispenser operating told David what Tristan was doing. And then there was Tristan with a soaking wet towel in his hand, giggling.

"Here, I put cold water on this towel. Maybe it will help you cool down that red hot poker of yours since there's no cold shower here. Turn around and hold your pants out of the way and I'll get ya cooled down some," Tristan giggled more. And so Tristan wrapped the dripping wet paper towel around David's overheated sex parts, careful not to otherwise touch or squeeze David's pulsating rod.

It worked. The cool towel took away the insistent throbbing and it relaxed enough so David could piss a thin stream into the toilet, thereby releasing the rest of the built up desire. "Oh God," David sighed with relief as he put his tool back in his pants and tucked in his shirt. Then he turned and said, "Tristan, I was saving up my good stuff for you but I don't know if I can do it. Man, I can't go through the whole school year like this because you aren't there to help take care of it."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Tristan said seriously. "We'll have to figure something out cuz I don't want to waste a single drop of that good stuff of yours. Know what I mean?" and he raised both eyebrows in a suggesting leer.

"Kay, but we gotta find someplace private to do it, somehow, somewhere."

"Yeah." And the conversation ended right then since the bathroom door banged open as another person entered. That ended any further conversation regarding their sex lives. All to soon they were separated again in separate classes.

Tristan idly doodled in his new notebook while listening to his social studies and english teachers drone away about their learning plans and rules. What he really wanted to do was to draw...image after image of David flashed through his mind as he flipped through the mental snapshots he had of David. That was the one! Yes, that one. It was when they were down by the river and David was nude (naturally) and sitting on the ground with his arms wrapped around his knees. The perspective from the side showed his manhood peeking out with just the tip of his glans exposed. Tristan began a rough sketch...just the outlines so he could further visualize and perfect the proportions. Little did Tristan know that on the first day of his sophomore year of high school he was beginning the first detailed drawing in a lifetime spent producing fine drawings of male nudes. David was his first, as he was in all things important to Tristan.

It was in algebra class that Tristan showed David his raw sketch. "That's supposed to be me?" David whispered across the aisle as they sat in class after he peeked inside the notebook.

"Yup," Tristan grinned back.

"Dude, you gotta be really careful with this," David warned.

"Don't worry Davie, I will," Tristan promised. "This is just an outline sketch. I'll do the real one at home."

"Good."

"Is there something you two boys would like to share with the rest of the class?" came the booming voice of Mrs. Spitzer.

David blushed and mumbled, "Uh, no, Mrs. Spitzer."

Tristan put on his innocent face and shook his head. "Uh uh," was his reply.

She glared at both boys. "Then please be quiet in class. Now I was trying to talk about the uses of geometry in real life. Without it, our modern society could not have evolved as modern math and design is all based upon the principles we will be learning this year...blah blah blah."

It was with great relief to David that the end of the day bell rang at 3:24. It had taken him the rest of the class period to get his nervous system to calm down again. He was so afraid that old Mrs. Spitzer was going to snatch up Tristan's drawing and get caught up in overly righteous concern for their morals. He hardly heard a word the rest of the period. As soon as they were out the door David elbowed Tristan in the ribs, hard. "If anyone sees you drawing that stuff there'll be hell to pay, you know that," he warned Tristan again.

"Yeah, David. I know. I promise I will be more careful. It what I was seeing in my head and I wanted to jot it down, that's all."

"I don't know how you can do it, draw like that," David admitted in an admiring tone.

"I've diddled around drawing things from first grade on," Tristan said as they approached their lockers. "You know that."

"Yeah, but I can't even draw a straight line," David joked. "Now comes the best part of school. FOOTBALL! That's something I can do!!!"

"You betcha," Tristan agreed. "Lead on oh great and mighty quarterback. We exist to do the bidding of our stupendous leader!"

"You are so full of it," David said.

"Nuh uh." Tristan said with a wink. "I don't recall being full of IT for a long time now. I'm thinking it's my turn pretty soon."

David stood up from putting his books away and stared at him, shocked that Tristan would be openly joking about what their private stuff. "I can't believe you said that."

"Why? It's true."

"Not in public."

"Who was there to hear? It's just you and me standing by our lockers."

"Yeah, but what if someone did hear you next time?"

"You worry too much, David."

"No, Tris. I don't. You know what could happen to me if this got out. You wouldn't be the loser, I would, so remember and do it for me, kay babe?" David said with suppressed force.

"OK, yeah. For you, sweet buns, I will," Tristan demurred, closing his locker.

"Tristan!" David slammed his locker shut.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch David. It's time for football."

"Oooh, you're gonna be so sorry too!" David threatened.

"I can take whatever you dish out, big man," Tristan teased back as they headed for the gym. They hit the changing room and greeted their teammates with the usual tough guy banter, except for Chuck Isaacs, otherwise known as "Stubby". Ever since Drew faced him down he wouldn't talk with them but would shoot glares at them when he thought they weren't looking. They ignored him but privately agreed that he was trouble with a capital T.

"Hey Drew!" Tristan greeted their sumptuous looking friend. Drew had his shirt off already and he turned and flashed them a gleaming smile.

"Hey you two! What's happenin'?" he said as he lightly punched fists with both boys.

Tristan leaned over and confided, "David thinks he's gonna make me sorry today for being here."

"Uh huh. Why's that?"

"Cuz he think's I have a big mouth."

Drew laughed. "Well, you kinda do."

"Some friend you are." Tristan gave Drew a backhand slap to the belly.

"Hey, watch that shit or I'll have to kick your ass!" Drew warned him.

"Yeah, sure. Just remember, it's the baritones that make the bass singers sound good."

"You should wish you baritones sounded good," Drew retorted as he dropped his pants and underwear in one revealing swoop.

Tearing his eyes from Drew's luscious body and long dangling male parts, Tristan turned to his own locker and began changing. It was a good thing he had David for a boyfriend or he didn't know how he would be able to keep himself away from that Drew. He simply HAD to draw Drew in the nude! There were no two ways about it!

David had been dressing all the while Tristan had been chatting with Drew and Tristan only caught a glimpse of his disappearing ass as David pulled his football pants over his "sweet buns". "Hey you guys, get dressed and get out on the field. We have some serious work to do today if we are going to beat those Roughriders this Friday," David admonished. It was time for football and now David was down to business!

David was right. Football practice that day was brutal. The coach pushed them hard, taking no excuses for slacking or for mental errors. Tristan ran with the ball more than a few times and managed to hang on to it most of the time. He was tackled more than once, and that wasn't so bad except for one time. That's when he found himself knocked down by a vicious tackle and as he laid there with the wind half knocked out of him, he recognized the voice that hissed as the tackler got up, "You better watch your degenerate faggot ass there Cochran. I'm gonna kick it every chance I get before you rot in hell." It was Chuck Isaacs.

Stunned physically and mentally, Tristan watched him in a daze before David was there helping him up. "You OK, bud?" David asked worriedly.

"Ummmm, I guess. David, Stubby threatened me and called me a degenerate faggot. You think he knows?"

David frowned as they stood there with their helmets touching. "I don't think so. I mean how could he?"

Tristan answered, "Yeah, he's only seen us in football practice. Maybe he's just being the rotten asshole he really is. God, that kid is one messed up sorry son of a bitch. Still, we're gonna have to watch either other's back with him. He's a mean little fucker."

"Yeah, and we'll have to tell Drew too."

"Yeah." That being said, David and Tristan rejoined the team and got back down to business albeit a slower than before. He still hurt and he also needed to keep a wary eye out for Stubby.

It was during a brief lull in the practice that Tristan noticed something. The cheerleaders were out by the football field doing some of their own practicing. What caught Tristan's eye was the fact that mixed in with 6 girls was the figure of a guy! The male cheerleader wasn't all that big for a guy, maybe a little over 5 foot tall and a big scrawny, about 115 pounds. And he looked to be a freshman judging from what Tristan could see from across the football field. "Hey David, look over there," Tristan commented as they stood together.

"What?" David said looking in the general direction but not immediately catching what Tristan was talking about.

"Look at the cheerleaders. See anything different?" Tristan prompted.

"Ummmm, no. Wait a minute! Is that a guy over there cheerleading?" David was incredulous. "Look at him go!" as the male cheerleader did several successive cartwheels.

Drew walked up and joined them. "What you looking at?" he asked them.

"There's a guy cheerleader over there," Tristan explained. "And he knows some gymnastics stuff by the looks of it."

"That's kewl," Drew commented nonchalantly.

"St. Mary's High has its first ever male cheerleader and you don't care?" David asked with surprise.

"Hell no! Why should I? If he wants to do it and gets the crowd involved, then more power to him. It can only help the team," Drew shrugged his left shoulder in a show of disinterest.

Their interest in the newest cheerleader was broken at that moment by the coach sending the football team into their next series of practice maneuvers. The three boys had no time to watch the cheerleaders during the rest of their practice.

It turned out to be a long, hot practice. The boys walked slowly back to the locker rooms when it finished, not talking much. The coaches worked their butts off that day. David and Tristan told Drew in a minimum of words what Stubby had done and said. Drew was usually a nice, laid back kind of guy. But after Drew heard what Tristan had to tell about Stubby they saw a side of Drew they never suspected even existed. Before they entered the school Drew blew up. "That fucking son of a bitch! If he hurts either of you guys I'm gonna fuckin' do some serious damage to that asshole. He's gonna find exactly what's he messing with, that boy. Jes leave him to me. He think he's better than all the rest of us, well, I'm gonna learn him a little something different."

"Whoa, Drew. You don't have to go ballistic here," David said, amazed at the change in their friend. His mode of speech changed into that of a lean, mean, black fighting machine. "Settle down some there Drew so we can go in," David warned as he held the door to the locker room for his friends.

When they got to their lockers Drew spoke again. "He's a got a real mean streak in him, that boy, and I've taken shit from people like him before. I know how they are. The only thing that will work is that he needs to understand that messing around wit' me and my friends is gonna hurt him in return big time. He and I are gonna have a little talk at the right time and place, don't you worry none." Drew finished his rant and stared over at Stubby's locker. "He isn't there now, the chicken shit bastard. No matter, I'll talk wit' him later." Drew started stripping off his sweaty practice gear with determination.

Tristan grabbed Drew by the arm. "Yeah, he's not here so cool down Drew. I'm OK, so there's no need to be so upset. Let's just hit the showers." That's what Tristan was waiting for. He could look at Drew's naked body all day, it had that much fascination to him. Tristan KNEW he loved David with all his heart, but the artist in him was captivated by the godlike beauty of Drew's male physique. There wasn't a single flaw to be seen anywhere on Drew's body unless you included the fact that he was circumsized.

Drew pulled his towel out of his locker before turning to Tristan and saying, "You jest watch your back boy. And I'll be watching out for ya and David here will too, right David?"

"Yup. Absolutely," as David flashed a worried glance at Tristan. He couldn't stand the thought of Tristan getting hurt.

"Kay then, we got that all straight. Now we can shower," Drew announced and led the way, stark naked as usual carrying his towel over his left shoulder. Not wanting to be outdone in being nonchalantly proud of his body, Tristan did the same thing except for the fact he wore his towel on his right shoulder. That left David bringing up the rear fighting the inclination to wrap his towel around his waist but then found his quarterback bravado and marched with his goods for all to see into the showers too.

The hot showers felt so good! Just as they had finished soaping up and rinsing off there was a commotion in the locker room and by the sounds of things it was heading towards the shower bay. "LET ME GO! DON'T! QUIT IT YOU ASSHOLES!" Turning around to see what the cause of the ruckus the boys saw Stubby, of course, and another boy manhandling the new male cheerleader towards the showers. It didn't seem to matter to them that the cheerleader kid was dressed in his street clothes while the perpetrators were dressed only in their jocks. And the kid was much smaller than the two football players. He didn't stand a chance against the older and bigger boys.

Almost as soon as they could comprehend what was going on, Stubby and his friend, Zachary Schmidt, had the kid in under the water, soaking him down with cold water. This blatant bullying by Stubby ignited the smoldering ire of Drew's. In two giant strides Drew grabbed Stubby around the neck and the back of his jockstrap, yanking him away from the kid. Tristan and David each grabbed an arm of Zachary and pulled him away too.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" Drew screamed at Chuck, a.k.a. Stubby. "If I ever see you threaten or bully anyone else I'm gonna do serious damage to you!"

"Oh yeah? You think you are some pretty hot stuff, don't ya black boy?" taunted Stubby.

Quick as lightening Drew lunged at Stubby and threw him into the nearest lockers. Stubby hit with a huge crash and went sprawling on the floor.

"You want to be calling me any more of your racist bull shit names now Stubby?" Drew asked as he stood over Stubby with his fists clenched.

"WHAT'S GOING ON IN HERE?" bellowed the voice of Coach Anderson. "Andrews, what are you doing?" he demanded. "Did you hit him?"

"No sir, not yet I haven't, but I did throw him into the lockers," Drew readily admitted, standing there totally naked with the aplomb of a king. "This piece of shit was picking on this kid over here and threw him in the shower with his clothes just to be mean. And then when I pulled him off the kid he started in with the racist name calling. So I shoved him into the lockers."

"Is that right?" the coach asked the bystanders, which by now included half the football team.

When everyone replied to the affirmative, Coach Anderson told Stubby to get his clothes and come with him. "Was anyone else involved in this?"

Fingers pointed at Zachary who was trying to act innocent and also at David and Tristan who were standing with the cheerleader kid. The kid held his belly with one arm and was slightly hunched over. He was trying his hardest not to let it show but his quivering mouth plainly showed the pent up emotion.

"OK, Zachary, you get your clothes too and come with me. You other three, Drew, David, Tristan, get dressed. Then you come see me along with this other guy." Coach looked directly at the cheerleader and asked, "What's your name?"

"Anthony Miller," the kid stammered.

"I haven't seen you before. Are you new here?"

"Y...y...yes, I am," Anthony stammered again and then quickly wiped both eyes.

"OK, you come in with these three and see me before you go home today. Now everyone break it up. You two, let's go." The coach escorted Stubby and Zachary out of the locker room.

Drew watched Stubby and Zachary leave and then turned to the kid. "You OK?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

"I dunno," the Anthony answered in a quavery voice. "My stomach hurts really bad and I might throw up."

"Did those guys hit you in the stomach?" Drew asked as he put his arm around the kid.

"No," came the reply in a very quiet, shuddery voice as Anthony looked down at the floor.

"Then what's wrong?" Drew asked as he motioned to David to get his towel for him.

"They took me by surprise when they both hit me in the balls and it hurt so much I couldn't do anything. They still really hurt...way up into my stomach." And with that admission Anthony couldn't hold his tears in any longer.

David arrived with Drew's towel by this time and handed it to Drew. Drew calmly put his towel around himself and put his arm around Anthony and took him over to his locker and sat down on the bench with him, holding him the entire time. "It's OK buddy, it'll stop hurting so much after a bit. Those assholes aren't gonna bother you no more, jes you wait 'n see," Drew reassured him as Anthony hid his face against Drew's shoulder while he cried. Drew rubbed Anthony's back a little as he held the smaller guy.

Anthony looked up into Drew's face with his teary eyes asked, "How do you know they won't? They will too."

"Nuh uh, you're wrong there little buddy. I'm gonna talk to them in the only language they understand."

"What's that?" Anthony asked.

"The same language they used on you. They're gonna know if they hurt my frien's I'm gonna hurt them back only more. I'm thinkin' that Stubby's balls are gonna be feeling some pain real soon like."

"You would do that?" Anthony asked with wide open eyes and tears trickling down his cheeks as he looked up into Drew's face. "Does that mean I'm your friend?"

"Yup, it sure does, son. And I want you to meet my other friends. This is David and this here's Tristan. You can count of them too, right guys?" Drew said as he looked over at David and Tristan. The two of them were standing off to one of Drew and Anthony as the pair of boys dried themselves.

"Yeah, a friend of Drew's is a friend of ours," David said as he held his towel in front of himself, shielding his groin. He was still self conscious around other guys since he was one of the few guys in the entire school that was uncut.

Tristan stopped drying himself and looked over at Anthony. "Yup, you stick with us Anthony and you won't have a thing to worry about from Stubby. We'll tell coach that you're dressing with us from now on."

Anthony nodded and smiled a weak smile. "That's really good. I'd like that a lot." It was a monumental understatement because Anthony was thinking he had died and gone to heaven. He was being held by real hunk of a guy and then Drew's football buds were taking him into their obviously tight friendship as well. And to top it all off these guys didn't mind him seeing all of their goodies. And as soon as he allowed those thoughts to enter his mind, he began to bone up despite the residual ache in his balls.

Drew gave him a little hug and asked, "Are you better now? It doesn't hurt so much?"

"Ummm, yeah its kinda getting better," Anthony admitted hesitantly. He felt so warm and protected and safe there with Drew's arm around him. He never felt so good before in his life...nor had he wanted anything or anyone so badly in the entire 15 years of his life as he wanted Drew. To his great disappointment, his admission caused Drew to take his arm away and stand up.

"Kay, son, I'm gonna get dressed here since David and Tristan are almost finished." Drew took his towel off and dried the inner parts of his anatomy right there in front of Anthony. Anthony just sat and watched, drinking in the sight of his protector's masculine beauty and marveling at the size of his equipment. "Heck, Drew is as big as I am fully hard when his is soft," Anthony thought to himself as his own cock sprang to an intense erection. And then the chill from his wet clothes hit him since Drew's warm body wasn't sheltering him. He shivered from the cold dampness his clothes.

Drew noticed right away. "You're shivering?" he asked.

"Yeah, these clothes are cold," Anthony said rather pitifully.

"Do you have something else you can wear?" Tristan piped up as he was stowing his gear.

Anthony shook his head no at first, then his head came up. "Wait, I have my cheerleading clothes in my bag," he remembered. "They might be kinda, you know, smelly from practice."

"Hey, they're better than being entirely wet and cold, aren't they?" Drew rumbled behind him. "Go get them and you can change before we see the coach."

Anthony shot Drew an anxious look. "You won't leave me here, will ya?"

"Nope. Not if you want us to stay." Drew began to get dressed.

"Yeah, I do. Then I won't have to worry about anything." Anthony's face turned from glumness to a beaming happiness like a floodlight was switched on inside. It was that way too in his heart. He had never before felt so secure, so safe, so content as he did at that very moment. "I'll get my bag...I'll be right back!" Anthony yelped with joy before jumping up and running to get his gym bag.

Drew looked at his two football friends in total amazement before he too broke into a grin. "Let's get the little guy a locker set up. Is there an empty one here?" he asked as he pulled his pants on and tucked himself inside before fastening them.

David and Tristan began checking for empties. "Yeah, I found one!" David exclaimed as he went down the row.

"Kay, we're gonna put that dufus James Wilson's clothes in that locker down there....then Anthony can be right with us as we dress," Drew suggested.

"Fine by me," Tristan seconded the idea. The kid was cute and he did need someone to take him under their wing, that much was obvious. And it looked like Drew pretty much had adopted the kid.

"Give me Wilson's stuff," David directed.

Wilson's sweaty gear was gingerly transferred to its new home with the boys using only two fingers to hold it. "Gaaah, Wilson's sweaty gear is gross!" Tristan complained.

By that time Anthony had zoomed back and plopped his bag down, pulling out his cheerleading practice sweats. He had everything he needed: a bright yellow t- shirt and gray sweatpants as well as a pair of support briefs. He started stripping off his clothes and reached the point where his pants were to come off before he hesitated. "You guys won't laugh at me now, will ya?" he said suddenly anxious.

Drew raised both of his eyebrows in a questioning response. David looked confused as he asked, "Why would we laugh?"

"Cuz, you know," Anthony said rather bashfully. "I saw you guys when you were dressing. You've got so much more down there than I do," as he gestured vaguely towards his crotch.

"Oh, OK," Tristan said. "We won't laugh and if you want, we'll turn around, won't we?" he said to David.

"Sure, no prob," David said.

Drew sat down again next to him and looked Anthony in the eyes. "Son, we all have the same parts here. Nobody is gonna laugh at you. Besides, it's not the size that matters so much as what you do with what you've got. That's what really matters most," he calmly reassured Anthony.

"You...you promise?" Anthony asked anxiously.

"Yup, I promise, son. So let's get those wet clothes off and get you dry, kay? Do you have a towel here?"

"Uhhhh, no. I wasn't gonna shower....cuz you know," Anthony admitted shyly as he began to pull off his wet T-shirt.

"No, I don't know," Drew said as he helped Anthony get the stuck T-shirt pulled up.

"Well, uh.....you know....cuz someone might laugh at me or make fun of me."

"You think you are the only one who is made fun of?" Drew asked. "At one time or another we've been made fun of too."

"You have? Who would make fun of you? You guys are awesome!" And then Anthony stopped, blushing since his real feelings slipped out.

Drew only smiled at him before he said, "You're pretty awesome too Anthony. We saw you doing those cartwheels at practice."

Anthony stopped unfastening his pants at those words. "You did? And you think I'm awesome?" his voice squeaked at the end as it rose higher and higher.

"Yup, you're awesome too son," Drew repeated to him. "Now drop 'em. We need to get you dressed so we can all go see the coach."

Anthony's confidence and happiness soared at those words. He stood up straight and dropped his pants and underwear in one swoop, and stood there naked in front of the 3 other boys. His dick stuck straight out since it was still semi-hard. His lithe body showed the beginnings of puberty but it was obvious he was a late bloomer. There was a little patch of brown pubes over his cut dick and his balls were probably half the size of Drew's. "See," Anthony said. "I'm not built anything like you are," he said as he blushed once again.

"Hey, you've got more growing to do. You probably just got a slow start," Drew assured him as he picked up his towel and handed it to Anthony. "My towel isn't very wet, you can use it to dry off." Unbidden the word "cute" came into Drew's head as he looked watched Anthony dry himself. The kid had the most winsome greenish blue eyes and face, and a fine proportionate body as well. All in all he was a first class package of young teen boy - that was all there was to it. And it was obvious Anthony needed someone to look out for him and protect his cute little ass from bullies like Stubby. "Shee-it, the kid sure is cute," Drew thought to himself once more as he watched Anthony finish drying himself. Was it his imagination or was Anthony's cock bigger than it was a moment ago?

Anthony couldn't help it. Try as he might, he couldn't control his unruly dick from throwing a full fledged stiffy. Being naked in front of three studly guys like Drew, David, and Tristan made his worst nightmare come true - getting sexually aroused by the sight and proximity of guys he fancied. Although he had never told anyone, Anthony knew it was guys he liked. No, liked wasn't the right word. It was more of an irresistible attraction he felt with guys...and never with girls. And to have three very sexy dudes who had taken him under their wing so far was more than his hormone filled body could resist. Anthony stood there awkwardly, hiding his 5 inch boner with Drew's towel as he reached for his clothes with his free hand. He dropped the towel, turned and slid on his sweatpants as quickly as he could, but he still saw that Drew noticed his hardon and glanced up to look at his face. "S..s...sorry, I can't seem to control my dick," Anthony stammered.

"Hey, it's happened to all of us," Drew said and added, "right guys? Besides, you just proved that you don't have any reason to be ashamed of the meat you are packing."

"You really mean it? It's happened to you?" Anthony said in total surprise. "And you think mine is OK?" in a breathless rush.

Drew laughed at Anthony's forthright way of saying what was on his mind. "We're fine. You're fine. Just fine. You've got enough there to make someone else happy, so don't worry about it. And besides, you'll probably grow bigger down there yet."

Anthony beamed as he finished dressing. He couldn't remember feeling so happy ever before. In the space of a half an hour he had been traumatized by two bullies who liked to pick on someone smaller and less aggressive only to be rescued and totally taken in by three football jocks - even when he threw a rod in front of them they didn't tease him or call him fag or any other such thing. The walls caging his heart and soul came tumbling down in the space of that time and it was Drew, his deliverer, that he gave his love to without restraint.

Once they all were dressed they went to see the coach en masse. There was no sign of Stubby or Zachary for which Anthony was very glad but Drew was disappointed. He had another score to settle now with that racist bully and he was more than ready to do it!

"Coach, we're here," David called out since the coach wasn't in sight.

"Just a minute and I'll be with you guys," Coach Anderson replied from the private dressing room behind his office.

The boys looked at each other and then Anthony sat down suddenly in the nearest chair.

"You OK?" Drew asked with concern.

Anthony looked up at him and said, "Not really, my nuts still hurt down there and I'm kinda scared about this whole thing," he admitted nervously.

Drew mussed up his hair slightly and said, "No reason to be scared, son. And your nuts should start feeling better pretty soon. Just tell the coach what happened and we'll back ya the whole way, got it?"

"Yupyup, got it." Anthony leaned over and rested his hands on his knees as he spread his legs to relieve the pressure on his sore nuts.

The coach came out to join them once more in his classroom attire minus the tie. "So what happened out there?" he asked the boys.

With some prompting Anthony told the coach how Chuck and Zachary caught him changing in the boys locker room when they came in from their practice and started picking on him and made him all nervous. They wouldn't let him leave so he tried to shove his way past them and that's when they punched him in the balls. And as he was bent over with the pain they picked him up and drug him to the showers and soaked his clothes. "That's when Drew here came to my rescue," he finished with a shy grin for his hero.

"Yeah, when I pulled Stubby, I mean Chuck, off Anthony he started in on me so I pushed him into the lockers. That's when you came in," Drew stated matter-of- factly. "So what's gonna happen to those two?" he asked.

"They're off the team. I will not tolerate conduct of that sort," Coach Anderson said levelly. "And they have an appointment with the principal in the morning," he added.

"Good," Drew said with a quick nod of his head. "Anthony here is going to be dressing with the three of us from now on and he's getting the locker next to mine," Drew managed to temper his demand with a questioning note at the end of his words.

"That sounds fine. Are you OK with all of this?" the coach asked Anthony.

"Oh yes! I sure am!" Anthony exclaimed with happiness.

"How do your nuts feel?" the coach asked point blank.

"They still hurt." Anthony answered as he looked down at the floor.

"A lot or just some?" the coach probed for more information.

"Just some now."

"OK, then I'll let you go home. If they swell up or if the pain doesn't go away make sure you go see a doctor, got that?" the coach instructed.

"Yes sir, I got it," Anthony glanced at the coach's face, then dropped his gaze and blushed slightly. He wasn't used to being around a man since his dad didn't live with him. Anthony couldn't remember his dad ever living with him since the divorce happened when he was a toddler. And sure as hell wasn't used to talking about his private parts with anyone!

"Well that's it then. It's time for everyone to be heading for home here," the coach said in dismissal. "See you tomorrow guys."

"Yeah, thanks coach," David spoke up as the group spokesman.

"See ya tomorrow," Tristan went.

"Yup, tomorrow coach," Drew echoed.

Anthony stood up and looked at the coach for a second before saying, "Thanks coach. I'll be the best football cheerleader you've ever seen!" And then he rushed out to catch up with Drew. It was all he could do to hold himself back from slipping his hand in Drew's as they walked out of the school together.

Drew asked once they were outside, "Where do ya live Anth?"

Anthony's heart skipped a beat at hearing that. Drew called him Anth! It was so awesome! "Over on 4th street."

"Kay, that's kewl. I'll walk ya home unless you have a ride coming," Drew offered.

"You will? You really want to do that?" Anthony all but gushed with excitement.

"Sure I do," Drew said as he laid his arm over Anthony's shoulder. "Then I know you made it home safe like just in case Stubby and Zach are laying for ya."

Anthony all but melted into Drew. He was so deliriously happy! His hero was gonna walk him home! And so they said their goodbyes to David and Tristan before heading in another direction with Drew's arm still lightly resting over Anthony's shoulders.

"Isn't that something?" Tristan asked as he watched Drew and Anthony walking away.

"What?" David asked.

"The way Drew has taken a liking to that Anthony kid. He's practically adopted him."

"Heh, that's nothing compared to what Anthony has got going for Drew. It's either a real bad case of hero worship or the kid has the hots for Drew....maybe both," David observed.

Tristan giggled. "Then Drew better watch out cuz that Anthony is a cute little guy, isn't he? And he got over being bashful in a hurry after Drew had that little talk with him about size." Tristan laughed more as he continued, "Did ya see him standing there with his stiffy? Nothing like letting it all hang out, eh? About all five inches I would say."

"Yeah, you wish yours was hanging out all five inches!" David exclaimed chuckling before saying, "Well dude, we're running kinda late here with all this extra commotion again today," David observed wryly as he and Tristan started walking home. "I won't be able to stay and do anything with ya now."

Tristan glanced over at David. "I know. It sucks." Then he giggled before looking David straight in the eyes. "That's what I wanted you to do, you know."

David made a face at him. "Well don't think you were gonna get a freebie."

"A freebie? What's that?"

"Where you get your rocks off and I don't. It's a two way street Trissy." David laughed as he knew he would get a reaction out of Tristan. And he did too.

"Trissy? Oooooh, that's bad. You're gonna get it now Davie baby."

"Like I'm sooooo scared," David laughed as he danced away from Tristan.

They laughingly chased each other all the way to Tristan's and played grab ass the whole time. It was the perfect ending to their first day of school. Almost without realizing it they soon found themselves at Tristan's house and they slipped inside the garage to say their goodbyes in private.

"You wanna stay for supper?" Tristan asked.

"I'd better not," David said apologetically. "I really want to but I know my mom will want to ask me a thousand questions about school and I need to be dashing for home cuz its late. Can ya give me a little goodbye kiss?"

"Come here stud and I'll give ya more than a little kiss," Tristan said wickedly. He was true to his word too! Their goodbye was full of passion and promise. Tongues danced in each other's mouths and Tristan's hand rubbed David's aching erection through his jeans.

David pulled away from Tristan' mouth to gasp, "Go easy on me down there Trissy....or I'm gonna have this very embarrassing wet spot in my pants."

"Hehe....good, you know you want me to," Tristan teased back. "Besides, it'll make us even for you calling me Trissy." as he continued to rub David's rigid rod.

"Oh damn!" David exclaimed as his hips locked and he shook with suppressed desire. "I almost shot off there....I can't take any more...you gotta stop!!!!"

"Nuh uh....you need it bad. Here, lemme pop your jeans open." And Tristan did just that. In no time at all he had David's cock in the open air and sure enough, it was all wet and sticky where David had spurted a little. Tristan dove down and quickly sucked him clean on the end...and David moaned deep in his throat with all the pent up desire and need to shoot his load. It only took less than a minute for Tristan's talented mouth and tongue to bring David to a ball-shattering climax. David's hips bucked in spasmodic time to his whimpers of ecstasy as he fired jet after jet of teen cream into his boyfriend's mouth. Once he was finished Tristan licked him clean causing David to gasp and whine in reaction to his sensitivity before tucking him back in and zipping his pants for him.

Patting his front lightly, Tristan said, "There, you're good to go now Davie. And no embarrassing wet spots!" Then he giggled a little before looking down at himself. "Like mine."

"Holy Shit! You didn't do a Brad Mills!" David blurted.

Tristan grinned back at him. "Yuppers....I did. When you were cumming so was I. Things are kinda messy down there right now so I better go clean up before Dad gets home. Call me after supper, will ya?"

"Sure thing lover boy. Where's those lips of yours?"

They kissed one more time and David tasted his own cum from Tristan's lips and tongue before pulling back. He smacked his lips and said, "It tastes better this way for some reason."

Tristan raised his eyebrows. "It does? I love the way yours tastes straight from the faucet," he stated calmly. "You'd better go then if you aren't staying. Love ya," and he pecked David once more on the lips and then lightly slapped him on the ass.

"Yeah, bye. Love ya more! I'll call ya later." And then David took off running for home leaving Tristan standing there with a big cum spot forming on his upper right pants leg.

Quickly Tristan ducked into his house, closed the door and leaned back against it. "School was definitely going to be a lot of fun this year!" he thought with a blissful smile on his face.

Sorry, but you'll have to wait till next chapter to find out what happened with the football game and the big bet! lol This chapter really took on a life of its own. Aren't you glad you met Sean and Anthony? And what exactly is the deal with Sean, anyway? Is he gay? Or does he just have some musical talents? And what will Drew do when he figures out that Anthony is gay and has a very serious crush on him? And what about Randy? Is he going to get back with Craig again or not? Stay tuned, faithful readers, for we shall learn more about these guys in chapter 13.

I need to acknowledge the inspiration and help from a certain guy named Derrick in the creation of the Anthony character. Anthony is quite the cutie and so is Derrick. Derrick is a friend of Eric's. Speaking of my writing partner, Eric Case, I have to mention that while Eric was on an extended holiday this summer AJ, the Casekeeper, took over the editing of this chapter for him. Many thanks to you, AJ, for EVERYTHING you do for me!!!

One very last thing. I have to mention Seany here too! He's a real sweetie and he was a big help to me in writing about these new characters. :)