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:

This time I want to share with you a portion of an email I received from an Aussie who goes by the name of Josiah Matthew Taylor. I know of many men who have taken years to come to an acceptance of their sexuality and Josiah talked about his journey of self discovery in a recent email. As I always do with the people's emails I include in this space, I have obtained the permission of Josiah before sharing this with you:

"As someone who has a genuine caring for young people, my heart particularly aches for all the teenagers who are discovering they are gay and are trying to understand who they are amongst the negative stereotypes and bigoted attitudes at home, school and church. Whatever lays ahead for me in the future, I hope I can help these people who would at times be hurt and confused.

So, where to from here? If I just come out as gay, a lot of people would be hurt and offended (of course, it would be their own bigoted fault, not mine, but....) because of the trust and respect they have for me. Therefore, a quiet exit to another place and job, telling few people where I've gone, and building a new honest life seems to be the best way to go. I'm comfortable with that option, as I don't think I could be bothered trying to handle the fuss at my job, with my friends or in my former church where I still know too many people.

Of course, it could be that some good could come from me being open to everyone. The attitudes of some people have certainly changed when loved ones have opened their eyes by being honest about themselves. Maybe one day I'll have the guts to show a lot of people that their concerns about homosexuals are ill-founded and based on prejudice, not "Biblical truth." But I have a long way to go before I think I could do that!"

Building a new honest life is a key idea here I would say. Josiah is ready to start out on a new road in his life after discovering for himself that there are valid doubts to the common interpretations of Biblical verses used to condemn gays. Many of us, such as Josiah and myself, have a genuine desire to help others find and accept themselves sooner so that they may have an easier time than we did with all of the issues connected with being gay.

Both Josiah and I are in our 40's in case you were wondering and it took both of us that long to fully accept the fact that we were gay and to understand that is the way we have been, that we are now, and will continue to be. Now, what happens next? Only time will tell.

So many guys have written to tell me that they see themselves in one of my characters or that they have a favorite. Besides being a source of entertainment and a window into the feelings of guys who happen to love other guys, I hope this story of mine is helping accomplish my goal of promoting self understanding and self acceptance for gay guys of any age.

Without further ado, here's more on the story of David and Tristan.

CHAPTER 14. AFTER THE GAME

"Well, OK. You better come home with me then," Randy asserted.

Tristan looked over at David and saw the look of disappointment flash across David's face. "No," Tristan flatly refused. "I'm staying with David."

"Tristan," his dad warned.

"Daaad," Tristan almost whined, "There's a dance and stuff afterwards and I don't want to miss it. David will take care of me, won't ya David?" Tristan turned to him for confirmation.

"Yup, you know I will," David answered with all seriousness.

"How will you get home?" Randy asked. "You can't walk that far on your bad ankle now, can you?"

"I bet Brad Mills would give us a ride. He does that lots of days after football practice. He's the varsity team quarterback and David's sister's boyfriend. You know who he is, Dad," Tristan pled his case. "And if my ankle really starts to bother we can always call for a ride home, can't we?"

"Well...." Randy drawled as he stalled. What was he to say now? Usually he would be home and available at the phone, but he had this 'date' with Craig and what about their hoped-for rendezvous after the game? "Well, if you call and I'm not at home I'll be at Craig's. Can the boys call your house if need be?" Randy asked Craig.

"Of course. All of you are welcome any time to call on me for anything I can help you with," Craig said seriously, double meanings and all.

With mixed feelings Randy gave in. "OK, but only if you check with me after the varsity football game and you are home by.....midnight."

"Dad," Tristan began.

"No arguing Tristan.

"Dad, I wasn't gonna argue. I just wanted to ask if David could stay over then." Tristan always did know how to negotiate. He seldom gave in to Randy's wishes without asking for something in return.

Despite his misgivings Randy made one last effort at keeping Tristan off his feet so his body could begin to repair itself. "If I say yes that doesn't mean you can stay up all night. It means you guys can be together and sleep." "Yeah, whatever Dad," Tristan said as he made a face.

"OK, see you after the varsity game is over. If your ankle isn't too bad then you can stay for the dance. Otherwise you come home with me," Randy made his parental pronouncement.

"Let's go David," Tristan said as he attempted to turn and walk gingerly away. "Ouch, ouch, ouch," he complained as quietly as he could when he attempted to step on his injured ankle. "Davie, I need your help," Tristan said louder.

David moved up to his man and took Tristan's right arm around his shoulders so he could help Tristan keep his weight off his injured ankle. They moved slowly away to the student section of the bleachers in order to join their classmates watching the varsity game already in progress. As David and Tristan approached the kids voluntarily made room for the two boys in the center bottom row and called out congratulations on their win. And naturally Tristan received extra attention as the result of his injury. Life was good. Here, under these circumstances, David and Tristan were able to act as a couple with the full support and sympathy of their peers. They were able to touch each other, albeit under the guise of Tristan's need for help to walk, and David was able to be properly solicitous towards his boyfriend. Supremely content, they watched the game together, David leaving only to go buy them sodas while Tristan stayed seated.

In the adult's section of the stands Randy and Craig enjoyed being together at the game as well. Having each other's company at the sporting event was a treat for both single men while at the same time they socialized with the other team member's parents. Adding to their enjoyment was an undercurrent of anticipation of getting together after the game. There was that special tingle in their male parts as both men hoped for another type of liaison once they retired to more private surroundings.

The varsity game was also a hard fought battle producing see-saw scoring. The two men took note of the leadership Brad Mills was providing as varsity quarterback now that they knew he was connected with Tristan and David. At the end it was a another victory for the Saints. "I'd better catch Tristan and see how his ankle is doing before he disappears on us," Randy half apologized to Craig before heading over to where Tristan had been seated.

"Mind if I tag along?" Craig asked.

"Don't mind at all," Randy said with a smile. "I appreciate the support, truth to be told." Randy turned and lead the way through the departing crowd over towards the student section. There was Tristan, hobbling slowly down the walkway with his arm around David's shoulders. Randy moved over towards them and asked, "So how's your ankle Tristan?"

"It's OK Dad," Tristan tried to act unconcerned as he stood there with his arm still around David's shoulders.

"You sure you don't want to go home?" Randy double-checked.

"Yes, I'm sure I don't want to go home," Tristan said with a hint of anxiousness in his voice.

"Well what?" Randy asked. "Something isn't right here." He could read Tristan like a book and he knew something wasn't exactly right.

"Dad, I have to take a monster piss and you are making me stand here with all your questions. David will take care of me, won't you?" Tristan said hurriedly and then looked over at David.

"Yup, I sure will," David said with a grin.

"You have a way to get home?" Randy asked one last question.

"We'll find one, don't worry. And if we don't we call, OK?" Tristan said through the growing strain of holding his bladder. "Dad, I gotta go!"

Randy snickered a little and then answered, "OK, OK. If I'm not home I'll be at Craig's, right Craig?"

"Yes, I invited your dad into my place for a drink before he heads for home, Tristan. And remember, you can call me anytime even if your dad isn't visiting."

"Yeah, thanks. Come David, let's head for the rest rooms," and Tristan began hobbling away as quickly as he could with David's help. Tristan was barely able to hold himself long enough to get there, he had to take a piss so bad after that large soda David bought him. They steered for the nearest urinal and David parked Tristan in front of it.

"There you go," David murmured. "Now you can let it all hang out," and he giggled some.

"No I can't!" Tristan's voice had risen in his frustration. I can't step on my foot so I either hold myself up or fall over unzipping myself."

"So what do you want me to do?" David asked quietly.

"Unzip me and take it out, Davie."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not! I'm dying here to take a piss. Do it, puh-lease?" Tristan begged earnestly.

"Good God, what if someone comes in?" David worried out loud.

"They won't. Everyone has left. Just do it now!" Tristan demanded as he held himself up with both hands against the wall.

David stepped behind Tristan and unzipped his lover's fly for the first time without sex being the direct object. It felt kinda strange for that reason but it certainly wasn't the first time David had undone Tristan's zipper, not by a long shot! Then came the more interesting part which was reaching inside and pulling out Tristan's one-eyed monster and aiming it. It laid heavily in David's fingers while Tristan sighed a huge sigh of relief as he began to let his strained bladder empty. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world for David to do since he wanted to be able to relieve his bladder too. And it was taking Tristan forever! "Tris, I gotta go real bad too. You just stay there and finish while I take a piss too, OK?"

"Yeah, no prob now Davie," Tristan said as his torrential stream died down to weak pulses. Tristan looked over to see David hurriedly pull his cock out and let his stream jet. It never failed to fascinate Tristan to see David piss since David was uncut. It was just different and in Tristan's eyes a never failing turn-on.

"Oh man, that's much better, right Tris?" David sighed as he slipped his dick back in his pants and zipped up.

"Yeah, but now you have to put me back in," Tristan prompted.

David rolled his eyes which Tristan saw.

"What? You can't do that for me?" Tristan asked.

"You know if we were at your house this would not be a problem," David retorted. "I'm gonna do it, it just makes me nervous is all." And so once more David moved behind Tristan to take care of putting Tristan's cock back in his pants.

"Don't forget to give it a little shake first," Tristan giggled.

"Just you wait till later and then you'll see what I'm gonna do with it," David teased quietly as he gave Tristan's meat a few jiggles to shake off any remaining droplets.

"Yeah, I can hardly wait," Tristan agreed eagerly as his dick began to swell with David's touching and the thought of the sex they both were waiting for.

David tucked Tristan's meat back into his pants quickly and gave it a little pat before zipping Tristan's pants for him. "There, now be a good boy until we get home," David murmured in Tristan's ear.

"I don't wanna be good, I want to be BAD!" Tristan complained and he pivoted on his good foot into David's arms and rested his hands on David's shoulders.

"Nope, you gotta be good cuz we have lots to do yet tonight," David allowed as he looked into Tristan's warm brown eyes.

"Like what?" Tristan asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Like going to the dance and like maybe something else afterwards," David said mysteriously, arching his eyebrows.

"Like with my clothes on or off?" Tristan asked, only half teasing.

"Maybe," was David's cryptic reply.

"Come on David, you gotta tell me!" Tristan insisted.

"Nope, go with the flow here, OK?" David asked. "You'll like it, I promise. We better get going over to the dance, don't you think and find the others? We said we would meet Drew and Anthony there you know. Time to go Hop-a-Long."

It was a long walk over the school cafeteria where the dance was being held, David supporting Tristan as he hopped his way across the football field and into the school. Once again their peers saw them enter as a couple, joined together with arms around each other. It was a bittersweet moment in a way because one of them had to be hurt in order for them to be able to be holding the other in public. Tristan sunk into a chair near Drew and Anthony with a sigh of relief. Hopping that far was more strenuous than he ever thought it would be. "Whoa, am I ever glad that wasn't any further," Tristan admitted to David before turning to greet Drew and Anth. "Hey guys, did we miss anything?" Tristan asked.

"Yeah, same here," David quickly agreed and flipped a casual wave at the other two.

"Nah, nothing yet. The music should start pretty soon though I think," Anthony bubbled as he hung out with Drew. Anthony was hopelessly infatuated with Drew's stunning good looks. Drew's light brown skin, striking blue eyes, and tightly curled dark hair made him irresistible to Anthony, and to every woman in town for that matter. Anthony knew he was the lucky one to have Drew's attention and his world was complete anytime he was with his Drew.

"Yeah, we were hoping you guys would show. We saw you talking with your dad Tristan and wondered if you would be able to be here. I just said to Anth that it looked like you had to go home," Drew acknowledged that their friendship mattered by those words.

"Nah, I had to take a piss and with my bad ankle it took us a little longer to get things handled, right David?" Tristan asked with a wicked gleam in his eye as he looked over at his boyfriend.

David's mouth dropped open automatically before he caught himself and was able to find the words to answer Tristan's teasing. "Yeah, we got it handled all right," David all but stammered in reply.

Both Anthony and Drew caught the vibes from David and glanced at each other before refocusing their attention on David. "So you gonna do some dancing tonight David?" Anthony asked to fill the sudden silence that followed David's look of awkwardness.

"Uh, probably not. Tristan can't do any dancing with his ankle like this and I don't want to leave him here by himself," David said loyally. "I can always dance with the babes another time."

Tristan snorted. "Yeah, with the babes." David just stared at him, silently telling him to be quiet and stop teasing him like that. David's face was getting hotter by the minute.

Drew noticed David's red face. "Is it hot in here?" he asked with a laugh. "You need some punch or something?"

David was ready for any excuse to remove himself from Tristan's teasing when he couldn't say anything back. "Yeah, punch would be good right now. I'll get you some too Tristan," and David was heading across the floor to find his composure and to incidentally get some punch.

"It sucks that you injured your ankle," Anthony said sympathetically to Tristan. "Does it hurt a lot?"

"It hurt like hell when it first happened but now it just kinda aches and throbs some," Tristan admitted. "As long as I'm not putting any weight on it I'm fine," he added.

"Why do you suppose David went rushing off like that?" Anthony changed the subject to the next item of curiosity in his overactive little brain. "Didn't you say that you guys just came from the bathroom out on the football field?"

"Yeah, I thought I was gonna bust if I didn't get to a bathroom."

"Huh, musta been kinda tricky taking a piss on one foot," Drew observed dryly.

Now it was Tristan's turn to blush. "Yeah, it was. Like I said, we got it handled," Tristan said cryptically.

Drew and Anthony traded glances again. "Well, guess we should go dance or something huh Anthony?" Drew said to break the pregnant pause that followed.

"Yeah, Drew, let's go freak!" Anthony exclaimed as he swayed his hips to some imaginary music.

Drew just smiled at his overly enthusiastic 'date' and after draping his arm around Anthony's shoulders in their by-now characteristic stance, moved over to the crowd of kids in front of the DJ waiting to dance. As they walked away Anthony said to Drew in a low voice, "Are you wondering what I'm wondering?"

"Well that'd depend on what it is you're wondering" with a chuckle knowing full well what Anthony was talking about.

Anthony raised his eyebrows and looked off to the side before answering, "youuuu know...about David and Tristan handling the situation, and how they're always together."

Drew threw a glance of pure love at the smaller boy and said, "You mean like us?"

Anthony beamed up at Drew and then said softly, "Yeah, like us."

Drew reflected on what Anthony said. "Maybe. It could be, I guess. They do spend a LOT of time together, don't they?"

Anthony nodded vigorously. "Uh huh, and look at how close they sit at lunch time and how they always know what the other one is doing. Have you ever noticed that?" The words came pouring out of Anthony as the entire picture of David and Tristan's friendship began to make sense to him.

"Well maybe they are more than just friends. We'll just keep it to ourselves and see what happens, right?" Drew said quietly before they reached the crowd standing around the DJ.

"Yeah, but I'm gonna be keeping my eye on them really close now," Anthony slipped in the last word.

Tristan sat by himself at the table waiting for David to come back. He knew now that he really embarrassed David that time with his teasing. And he also could tell that Drew and Anthony were picking up some vibes. Tonight more than ever he needed David to be there for him, to help him with his injured ankle and to make up for the teasing. After a few more minutes of waiting Tristan saw David coming back with a pair of punch cups in his hands. Tristan gave David a tentative smile as he accepted a cup of punch from David. "Hey Davie, I'm sorry I teased ya like that. My mouth was getting ahead of my brain again," he confessed. "I hope you're not all pissed at me now," he finished before meeting David's eyes.

"Nope, I'm not mad at ya Tris, but you gotta be more careful. What if it got out and my parents found out? You know how bad I think they would be about it, especially my dad."

"Yeah, I know. I can't understand it though. Look at my dad and how he lets us be together."

"Cuz he's not my queer-hating dad, that's why," David said quietly. "Let's just forget about that and watch everyone dance for a little while. I asked Brad Mills to give us a ride over to the Corner Cafe in about half an hour or so. You up for that?" David asked.

"I guess, but I don't have much money with me," Tristan temporized.

"Aw, don't worry about the money," David quickly said. "I'm buying tonight. It's on me," he grinned then and winked.

That more than anything let Tristan know he was forgiven and so he settled back to watch everyone dance. Drew and Anthony were out on the dance floor now. David sat next to him and they traded comments about what they saw. A top hit song was being played by the DJ and the floor was crowded with students dancing. It was one of those dances where everyone was dancing en masse and not strictly as couples. Out in the middle were Drew and Anthony dancing away and no one could casually tell they were out there together.

Drew danced gracefully, every move flowing in a natural response to the rhythms, and his arms and legs seemed to know exactly what to do to express the music. Anthony tried hard to dance the same as Drew and was mostly successful at it albeit less controlled and graceful. A few times Drew stopped and showed Anthony how to do a particular move by either demonstrating the move again or once even by holding Anthony in front of him as they moved together. By the end of the set of songs, quite a number of girls and boys were doing the same as Anthony, learning the dance moves that Drew made look so good out on the dance floor.

"Look at those two dance out there," Tristan remarked to David. "They're dancing together just like a couple on a date."

"Nooooo, they are not!" David didn't believe him.

"They are too!" Tristan insisted. "Those two are only watching each other and are dancing almost exactly the same. That Anthony could be Drew's shadow."

"Naw, you don't think..., well...you know...that they are..." David couldn't say it out loud but his eyes did. They looked like two luminous question marks in the dim light as he struggled to believe what his eyes had seen watching Drew and Anthony dance out there.

Tristan leaned in close and murmured in David's ear, "You mean to say that they are gay? Like us?"

David swallowed and then said, "Yeah, boyfriends like you and me."

Tristan's next comment just about floored David. "Hey, wouldn't it be cool to do a double date?"

"Ummm, you'd better wait on that until you are sure about them," David strongly cautioned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be careful. I just gotta watch them really close now so I'm sure," Tristan said gleefully.

In the meantime, Randy and Craig had made their way from the football field to Randy's Bronco, then Randy drove over to Craig's house. Randy drove silently which made Craig nervous.

"You're being very quiet," Craig observed, "what's on your mind?"

"Well, I'm worried about Tristan I guess. I feel funny about leaving him back there with his ankle being sprained and coming over to your house to fool around." Hastily Randy answered, "It's not that I don't want to, I just feel guilty about it right now."

"You're a good parent Randy," Craig said reassuringly. "It's not like you are abandoning your son to follow your own desires. I heard him tell you twice that he didn't want to come home with you tonight and you were prepared to sacrifice your own plans to take care of him. You have nothing to feel guilty about when it comes to loving your son and wanting to take care of him. And, if I might add, it looks as though Tristan has reached the stage in his life where he wants someone else, David, to be the special person he turns to for his needs.

Randy snorted. "Yeah, I sure as hell am not going to take care of the kind of needs David and he take care of in his bedroom. They have no idea how much I hear without wanting to."

"Does that bother you?" Craig slipped into his professional mode of thinking effortlessly.

"No, not that it really bothers me like you might think. Ummmm, it's kinda like watching a porno flick with your eyes closed," Randy said with a low laugh. "There is absolutely no doubt that they are in love with each other and enjoy the physical side of expressing it," Randy concluded with a wry smile directed over at Craig.

"And what about Tristan fulfilling his needs as compared to your needs Randy?" Craig asked Randy continued to drive. "How are you feeling about your son having that kind of relationship?"

"A little of everything," Randy admitted after a moment of silence spent thinking. "I'm glad for him most of the time. He's really been happy since he and David have become boyfriends except that time you saw them at odds with each other. But at times I'm a little saddened to think that he won't have kids of his own. And yeah, I'm a little jealous too since he has found someone to love the way he loves David." As Randy finished talking he pulled his Bronco into the driveway of Craig's home. "We're here," Randy stated the obvious but not saying the "now what" that was on his mind.

"Let's talk out here for another moment if you don't mind," Craig said while he was still in his professional mode.

"OK, if you want to," Randy agreed, dropping his hands from the steering wheel and turned off the engine.

The two men sat quietly in the dark before Craig spoke again. "That was a pretty honest answer you gave me a minute ago. Now let me ask you this. So why haven't you found someone to share your life with after your divorce?"

"Wow, you like to ask tough questions, don't you?" Randy remarked.

"If I'm being too personal you don't have to answer," Craig replied.

"It's just that I have never had to put it into words before," Randy said as he looked out into the darkness. "Ummmm, at first I was too busy raising Tristan. He took so much of my time while he was in grade school, you know?"

"Yes, I understand. Many single parents have said as much to me before. So after grade school when Tristan was becoming less dependent on you why didn't you start looking?"

"A couple of reasons I guess. First, I was used to being alone by then and I wasn't sure if Tristan would like having a step parent. You know you hear all those horror stories of second marriages and the fights with the kids who won't accept it."

"Yes, that does happen. But you don't hear about the blended families who adjust and become a new family because it doesn't get talked about as much. So far this has all been about Tristan. But what about you? Why haven't you wanted a partner?"

"That's the other reason I was gonna mention," Randy turned to look at Craig. "I was scared. Scared about getting into another relationship that wouldn't work like the first one didn't. Scared of being hurt. Scared of being able to know who the right person would be. And most of all, I wasn't sure about which way I wanted to go. I wasn't so sure I wanted to date a woman again and I've been too scared to try to find a man."

"Are you still scared?" Craig asked softly.

"Yeah, kinda. But all too soon Tristan will be leaving home and I'll be all alone. So I figure it's time to do something, especially when I see how good things can be when two people really love each other."

"Yes, I can see your reasoning. So are you ready to come inside for a drink or would you prefer not to?" Craig felt it was time to test Randy's intentions regarding going further with their new found friendship.

"Sure, if you're still offering," Randy readily.

"Then let's go in and we can continue things inside," Craig said and opened his door and lead the way through the darkened yard while fumbling with his keys. After a bit more fumbling Craig had his back door unlocked and flipped on some lights as he entered his home with Randy following. "There we go, now we can see something," Craig said. It had made him a little unsettled to be talking with Randy and not being able to see the visual cues of Randy's reactions. "So, what would you like to have? A beer? wine? a mixed drink?"

"Whatever you're having," Randy quickly answered.

"Well, I have this bottle of Brass Monkey that's cold and has been waiting for the right someone to partake of it with me. Care to try it?"

"I've never heard of that before. What's in it?" Randy asked.

"It's a whiskey with a citrus mix. It has a nice tang to it so I like it, especially with something a little salty, like pretzels or nuts."

Randy couldn't help it. He grinned over at Craig who was getting tall glasses out of the cupboard.

"What?" Craig asked as he turned and saw Randy smiling, genuinely puzzled about why Randy was smiling like that.

"Oh nothing."

"It must have been something, what was it?" Craig persisted.

"I was wondering just what kind of nuts you were talking about," Randy said with a half smile.

"What kind of nuts?" Craig asked blankly.

Randy raised his eyebrows and cupped his crotch as he said, "Yeah, nuts. This kind maybe?"

"Oh yes! I like them very much so!" Craig grinned as he gave Randy his glass of Brass Monkey, "especially when they hang on such an attractive branch."

Randy blushed a little as he laughed with Craig. Craig held up his glass and the two men clinked their glasses together before sipping their drinks. "Mmmm, this is pretty tasty. I'm glad I let you choose it for me," Randy said as he looked over at Craig while they stood in the kitchen. "Ummmm, can I ask you a question now?"

"Sure, I guess it would only be fair since I've been the one asking questions so far," Craig granted. "What would you like to know?"

"You've been married before like me, right?" Randy asked.

"Yes, I was married for about 6 years which was long enough for me to father my two daughters before my ex-wife saw that I wasn't up to being the kind of husband she deserved."

"What do you mean by that, being the kind of husband she deserved?" Randy interjected.

Craig looked down at the floor momentarily and then met Randy's gaze. "Our sex life really dwindled. After the girls were born and the newness of our marriage wore off, I wasn't sexually attracted to my wife. I'm gay and I was kidding myself when I married her. She married my best friend after we divorced and they are still married to this day. She's happy and I'm happy for her."

"Wow," was all Randy could manage.

"Should we go sit down or something?" Craig suggested.

"Ummmm, yeah, I guess."

Craig gestured for Randy to proceed him into the front room where Randy sat down on one end of the couch and sat there holding his drink rather nervously. Craig strategically sat on the other end of the couch with one knee up on the cushion so he could face Randy. The only light in the room came as reflected light from the kitchen and it was just enough to create a casual, intimate mood. Craig sipped his drink before asking, "Was there anything else you want to ask me?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't know how to put it very well."

"Then just say it and we'll go from there," Craig said smoothly.

Randy's face was flushed as he glanced up at Craig before asking, "Ummmm, how many guys have you had sex with before?"

Craig looked thoughtful as he stared past Randy's shoulder before meeting Randy's eyes to answer, "When I was a teen I had sex with several of my friends, but as an adult I've not done it with a guy until you came along just over a week ago. And it's a very smart question to be asking if you really think about it."

"Why do you say that?" Randy said as he stared into the drink he held.

Craig held up his left hand and ticked up his points on his fingers with his right hand. "For starters you need to assess the health risk you are taking by having sex with me. Second, you need to assess how experienced I might be in relationship to you. Third, you are maybe wondering if I have made a practice of sleeping around with various men and what my intentions are concerning you. And finally," Craig pulled on his little finger, "you might be wondering if this is the kind of relationship you want, based upon what you said a bit earlier."

"You pretty much got it all right," Randy grinned sheepishly. "You climb in people's heads like this all the time?" he asked as he looked over at Craig.

"You got me there," Craig admitted. "It's what I'm trained to do. If it bothers you I'll try not to do it."

"No, it doesn't 'bother' me. It's just different having someone around who has things figured out the way you do all the time is all."

"Just let me know when I'm being too analytical for you Randy, OK?" Craig asked.

"Yeah, I will. You know what else I was wondering though?" Randy half blurted.

"What is that?" Craig replied.

"Well, again I don't know if I'm saying this very good, but here goes. I was wondering what you wanted to do tonight since this time didn't need to be a quickie like the last one." Randy's blush was quite evident this time.

Craig laughed a little and then answered, "I was wondering the same thing. But I do know that you are very handsome, even when you're not blushing. But to answer your question, it depends on what you are comfortable with...the same as me."

"Well," Randy hesitated. "I'm not so sure if I can be the one on the bottom, if you know what I mean. I'm just not ready to do that," he said still blushing.

"That's fine. Let's just take things little by little shall we?" Craig breathed softly while edging his way closer to Randy. His hand slid lightly along the cushion that separated them until it met the other man's hand.

Randy covered Craig's hand with his larger, rougher one, gently rubbing it before he slid closer to the body awaiting him. Craig reached over and placed his hand on Randy's thigh, gently caressing it. The next thing they knew their lips were pressed to each other's. It was Randy's first time of kissing another man. It felt good, but different. The rough stubble on their faces rasped slightly together as they tasted the alcohol on each other's lips, Craig gently nibbling on Randy's lower lip. They broke apart long enough to look at each other and saw no doubts or regrets. This time when their lips met, they kissed harder, more passionately thoroughly expressing their pent up desires.

Craig's hand had found it's way to the hardness trapped in Randy's crotch and rubbed it as they kissed that second time.

"Oh God that feels good," Randy moaned.

"It'd be better if your jeans were open," Craig murmured suggestively.

"Yeah, so what's stopping you?" Randy questioned.

"Only a snap and a zipper," Craig breathed. "But not for long." Craig's right hand quickly popped the snap and had the zipper down in three short tugs. Gently he pulled Randy's jeans open. His fingers slid into the fly of Randy's boxers, located the hot rigidity there and maneuvered it into the open air. He lightly stroked it with his finger tips, making Randy moan appreciatively again. Next Craig's hand traveled upwards, unfastening the buttons of Randy's shirt, pulling it open to expose the masculine hair that dove down to a more than ample manhood. His fingers trailed back downwards and then encircled Randy's member.

Randy couldn't remember the last time he was so erotically charged up. The feel of Craig's fingers wandering up and down his chest and then stroking his cock had him nearly trembling with desire. What's more, Randy was a little surprised at how good it felt at an emotional level. Having sex with a man felt every bit as good as sex with a woman. But, Randy had to admit, there was an sense of completeness he had always missed before. "God, that's good," Randy sighed in total abandonment to the feelings surging through his body. But then he realized that Craig might be feeling ignored so he reached out to begin unfastening the buttons of Craig's shirt.

"No, wait with that." Craig's other hand pushed Randy's away. "Just let me do this for you. It's what I want" he said in a raspy voice.

With that said, Craig moved off the couch and began pulling off Randy's shoes and socks. Right after Craig began tugging at the legs of Randy's jeans saying, "Lift up," as he did so. Off came the jeans, leaving Randy's boxers on with his hard cock still jutting out. Craig reached up, hooking his fingers under the waistband of the boxers and slid them over and away from Randy's rampant maleness. Finally, Craig saw Randy in all of his male glory, and reveled in what he saw. Stretched out on the couch in front of him was a virile American male, with a flag pole flying proudly from a dark brown forest of hair. Craig's hands shook a little as he unbuttoned Randy's shirt to expose a trim stomach and a broad chest, both amply adorned with the hair of a male in his prime. Craig sucked in a breath of admiration and awe as his hands slid up to lightly stroke the naked thighs of the man in front of him.

Randy's man flesh thickened and grew longer in appreciation of the proximity of the touches he had been waiting all evening to receive. His cock filled rapidly and hung heavily over his loosely hanging egg-sized balls. "Don't you think you should lose some of your clothes?" Randy suggested in a thick voice.

"Well, I guess I could tear myself away from the delicious sight of your nudity long enough," Craig said as he lifted his eyes to meet Randy's gaze.

"Need help?" Randy rumbled while lying there in a seemingly relaxed pose, but yet there was a smoldering tension that showed in his brown eyes.

"No, not at all," Craig said as he quickly unbuckled his belt and slipped his pants down to his knees. His cotton print boxers betrayed Craig's arousal as they were obviously tented by Craig's rigid cock.

"Something looks to be pretty happy to see me in there," Randy teased with a low sexy voice.

"Yes, very glad. But you just lie back and let me make you feel good," Craig said as he slid his hands up Randy's thighs, past the fold of his hips, and up Randy's torso to lightly play with his chest hair. "Close your eyes and just enjoy it," Craig suggested.

"You sure you want to do it like this?" Randy asked with some surprise.

"Very sure. Now close your eyes," Craig instructed.

"OK," Randy acquiesced. Moments later a "mmmmmmmmm" escaped as Craig lifted Randy's gorgeous manhood and rubbed the crown of it over his lips after moistening it with a quick, wet kiss. "Oh my God, you know how to a make a guy feel good," Randy purred as he shifted his body into a more relaxed position as he opened his legs wide to allow Craig greater access.

His left fingertips lightly lifted Randy's ball sack and played with the king-sized orbs inside as Craig began to orally pay homage to Randy's male scepter. His tongue bathed Randy's rigidity, causing Randy to sigh with increasing pleasure. After thoroughly anointing it with his salvia, Craig moved down to lightly suck on Randy's crown jewels while he inhaled the musky aroma of another man's natural odor. Nothing could arouse Craig more than to be doing what he doing at that moment, holding the massive male member he lusted after in one hand while he had his nose buried in the nether regions of a male in his prime. Craig's tool was harder at that point than it had been for years. He felt the sexual excitement of a teenager and his body responded accordingly with an aching desire he had all but forgotten from his younger years.

The precum had started running down Randy's slit and Craig greedily licked it up, causing Randy to moan afresh as Craig's tongue gently tantalized the underside of Randy's crown which in turn caused more of the clear juices to flow. Randy's fires were fully lit by this and he wanted more. "Suck it," Randy whispered forcefully.

Craig was only too glad to comply. He slid his lips over the crowned end and polished it as Randy's hands settled lightly on Craig's head to encourage him to take more in. In one smooth plunge Craig slid down upon as much as he could handle of Randy's fat 8 inch dick. Then he started slowly bobbing up and down on it while his left fingers still played with Randy's jewels. As Randy become more involved in the oral stimulation and began moving his hips in those eons old instinctive fucking motions, Craig became braver and began lightly brushing his fingertips along the root of Randy's cock that extended way down in that most private region. Evidently it felt good to Randy judging from how Randy was timing his thrusts in response to Craig's motions with mouth and fingers. Randy was becoming more forceful in his motions and his hands tightened their grip on Craig's head.

Greatly daring, Craig's fingers reached further back and found Randy's tight pucker and touched it lightly.

Randy froze, then relaxed. "Don't go in there," is all he said.

"Mmmmm hmmmm," Craig hummed in response which sent a shiver through Randy's whole body and immediately Randy resumed his thrusting motions. Craig then just limited himself to an occasional light brushing of Randy's pucker as he stimulated that entire lower region with his talented fingers.

Soon Randy began moaning and bucking, signaling that his orgasm was nearing.

Craig felt Randy's balls pull up tight in their sack. Reaching down with his hand, Craig finally grabbed his dick and began to jack it as he began more forcefully sucking Randy to his peak of excitement.

Randy moaned, thrust up and then in shuddering bursts, fired massive pulses of man cream into Craig's mouth and throat.

Even while swallowing as much as he could Craig still could not handle the flood of cum Randy produced. Frothy waves of it escaped to run down Randy's love muscle as Craig coaxed as much out as he could with his fingers and suctioning mouth while he shot his own load in his boxers.

"Oh God, when you hummed your reply like that it was all over for me," Randy said huskily. "Now it's my turn to do you."

"Oh, there's no need to do that," Craig demurred. "I came when you did. Just let me lick up the rest of your stuff and all will be good."

"You're sure you want to do that?" Randy asked with a note of surprise.

"Yes, I love it. It's nectar to my soul and yours is all I've had since I was a teen." And with that comment made, Craig licked up every drop of semen he could find, obviously savoring it all.

Randy let him do it, but squirmed a little as his now sensitive cock protested slightly.

Finally Craig sat back on his legs and smiled over at Randy. "Now that was something I really enjoyed Randy. I hope you did too."

"Oh yeah, I sure did. Are you sure you are OK?" Randy asked.

"I'm great. Simply great. The only thing that would be better is that you stayed here the rest of the night dressed as you are right now."

"I'd like that too but I need to go home and be around for Tristan. I'd kinda like to be there when he comes home or calls. So would you mind terribly if I didn't stay a lot longer?"

"Of course not," Craig lied. He felt somewhat used by Randy on an emotional level as his intellect fought back by reasoning that it was a normal reaction given the circumstances. "I hope we can get together again soon though and that we would have more time," Craig said smoothly albeit with only a half smile.

Randy noticed. "Hey, I'm real sorry to do this to you, Craig. I promise I'll make it up to you real soon," he added as hasty afterthought.

"Maybe we can hot tub the next time?" Craig suggested. This is perfect weather for long soaks in the hot tub," he hinted.

"Hey yeah! That sounds great!" Randy replied enthusiastically.

"Very good. I'll let you go this time if you promise to come back and hot tub with me and stay naked longer next time," Craig said with another half smile.

"Only if you get naked too," Randy said as he glanced pointedly down at Craig still wearing his underwear, now showing a massive wet spot in the front. "And let me try out your equipment."

"Then we are in agreement."

"Yeah, I need to get dressed and go. Maybe next weekend we can get together?" Randy asked.

"I think that would be fine. Why don't I call you towards the end of the week and verify with you that you can still come?"

"You bet!" Randy said as he pushed himself up from the couch and stood.

Craig didn't even pretend to avoid looking. He filled his eyes with the sight of the man that represented male perfection to him. Randy was all male and gay as well. Maybe not completely out to himself yet, but Craig was confident that Randy would in time find his confidence in his long repressed sexuality. He drank in the way Randy's genitals swung as Randy moved, and watched Randy tuck that impressive piece of man meat away in his jeans once more. Only then did Craig rise from the floor where he was sitting and pull his slacks on. Craig accompanied Randy to the door and they stood there for a moment to say goodbye.

Randy held out his hand, and Craig just opened his arms for a hug. Momentarily startled, Randy went with it and hugged Craig to him. Craig kissed Randy's neck. "Good night my prince," he whispered.

"Good night," Randy nearly squeaked. Then he fled.

Back at the dance the music took a pause so Drew and Anthony came over to where David and Tristan were sitting. "Whoa, you two have been doing some serious dancing," Tristan remarked to them as the other two boys approached.

"Did ya see me shaking and baking out there?" Anthony giggled.

Drew's shirt was hanging open and he lifted up his T-shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Tristan's eyes automatically looked down to admire Drew's six pack for the hundredth time.

David saw him looking and grimaced before speaking to Drew, "Yeah, I saw you guys doing your moves out there. You looked good, real good."

"Thanks David, you should have done some dancing yourself," Drew suggested.

"Naw, I had to keep Tristan company, and besides I don't dance that well. For sure not like you and Anthony were out there," David said self deprecatingly.

Drew shrugged and then turned to Anthony. "It's 11:30, I spose its time to head out so you get home by midnight, right?"

"Yup, my folks will have a fit if I'm not home by then. I got the lecture about being just a Freshman and that midnight is plenty late to be getting home."

"OK, see you guys around then," David replied.

"Yeah, see ya," Tristan chimed in.

"Bye," Anthony said and looked up at Drew. "Ready?"

"Yup Little Man, I sure am. Let's head for your house."

Anthony just grinned as Drew put his arm around his shoulders and they headed for the door.

"Look at those two," Tristan murmured into David's ear. "They have to be more than just friends. I'd put money on it."

"No bet," David replied quietly. "But did you have to stare at Drew's stomach?"

"I didn't stare," Tristan refuted.

"You did too," David said. "I saw it."

"OK so I looked," Tristan said defensively. "You gonna be mad at me for that?"

"No, not really. I know you like to look. But you'd better not get caught looking, got it?"

"Got it. I won't touch, you know that."

"Promise?"

"Course. I promise." Tristan gave David a smile of apology, hoping to break the sudden tension between them. Suddenly the break was over and the music began blaring out once more, making conversation impossible. David nodded and smiled back, letting Tristan know that he wasn't really upset about it.

By this time Anthony and Drew had walked out the open doors of the school into the cool air of the autumn evening. Anthony looked over at Drew as he laughed saying, "Yeah, I thought that Suzy's boobs were gonna come bouncing right out of that top of hers!"

Drew laughed too saying, "Yeah, she got them to bouncing up and down so bad I almost got dizzy! She's a real ho, that one."

Anthony wrinkled up his small nose, "Ewwww that woulda been so gross if they did!"

The sweat on their bodies from their dancing in the hot gymnasium dried quickly in the cool air. As they made off into the darkness on their way to Anthony's house, Anthony gradually moved closer to Drew. He loved having Drew's arm around his shoulders and wanted Drew to do it now.

Doing what had become a natural thing for him by now, Drew slid his arm across Anthony's smaller frame and held the boy close to his side. They walked side by side, enjoying the feeling of closeness they had come to share between them.

Anthony never felt so safe and secure as he did with Drew holding him close. The darkness held no fear for him that night as the warmth coming from Drew sheltered him and his nose inhaled Drew's unique odor. Anthony couldn't help it, he grew hard down below right then and there. For some reason smelling Drew like that went straight to his cock, making it stick out uncomfortably. He reached into his left pocket and adjusted himself so he could walk.

Drew noticed what had happened and grinned at over Anthony. "What's the matter there Anth? Got something in those pants of yours?"

Anthony felt his face heat as he looked away and didn't answer.

Drew's left arm came over to tickle Anth's stomach. "Hmmm, tell me!" Drew demanded, "or I'll tickle it outa ya!"

Anthony hastily brushed Drew's large hands away from his tortured belly before answering, "Maybe."

"Yeah, maybe nothing! You wanna find a nice private spot for a little bit, Anth?" Drew asked.

"I dunno. Do you?" Anthony asked coyly.

"Uh huh," Drew's voice rumbled in reply. Drew started looking around and upon reaching a darker area, Drew took hold of Anthony's hand and pulled him onto a path going into a clump of bushes. Now that they were out of sight, Drew pulled Anthony to him so that they were pressed tightly together, belly to belly. Drew dropped his hands down Anthony's back to hold his butt and lifted him slightly off the ground. Anthony's hardness was met by the firm mass of Drew's.

Anthony wrapped his arms around Drew's middle and lifted his head to look up at Drew. He could see the gleaming whiteness of Drew's smile and his eyes. Slowly their lips came together in a tender kiss. It was as if electricity traveled from his lips straight to the aching hardness in his pants. An involuntary "mmmmm" escaped from Anthony and he pressed himself harder against Drew.

Drew moaned in response as the kiss continued, their tongues dancing a dance Drew had wanted all night. He kissed the boy he that he had come to love and he could feel the wetness begin to seep in his boxers. Holding Anthony with his right arm, Drew slipped the fingers of his left hand down the back of Anthony's slightly baggy jeans, to stroke the warm skin of his butt.

Anthony stopped kissing and sighed with the beginnings of a deeply felt pleasure. "Let me down," he asked. Anthony unsnapped his jeans and swiftly yanked down his zipper. "Touch me" he begged breathlessly.

Drew was more than happy to comply. His left hand slipped down the rear of Anth's jeans to caress the warm globes of boy butt while his right hand slipped down the front. Anthony's dick was rock hard and sticking straight up by this time and Drew's fingers traced its outline repeatedly. Anthony trembled with the rush of pleasure he felt and another small moan escaped.

Drew moved his head down and with his eyes invited another kiss. They kissed again, a kiss full of sensuality while Drew stroked Anthony's rigidity. Slowly Drew knelt by the boy. Still holding Anthony's front and rear, Drew tilted his head up and smiled his love at him. Slowly, carefully, Drew hooked his fingers in the waistband of Anthony's briefs and pulled them out and down, exposing the hotly aching male flesh hidden underneath.

"Oooh," Anthony gasped as the cool air hit his dick making it jump and pulse with the sensation.

Drew saw it happen and even in the dimness he saw the drop of clear fluid form at the very tip. "I love all of you and I love the sounds you make when we do this. You are such a sexy little guy," Drew said softly. Then he licked lightly with his tongue at the drop, brushing the crown of his cock, making Anthony moan louder.

Drew opened his mouth and let his tongue slide around Anthony's glans. Anthony shivered and instinctively pushed it deeper. Drew pursed his lips and accepted Anthony's need. Drew quickly found a rhythm to his oral ministrations while Anthony flexed his hips in order to slide his cock in and out, moaning continuously by this time. Very soon Anthony's hips were bucking spasmodically. His hands cupped Drew's head as he neared his completion and tensed up.

Drew knew full well what was about to happen and he intensified his efforts.

Anthony pushed his cock all the way in so that his pubes were buried against Drew's nose and froze there. Immediately he let loose with jets of cum that went straight down Drew's throat.

Before Drew choked on it he backed off and the final spurts landed on his tongue. "Mmmmmm, that's some mighty tasty stuff you've got there," Drew said, smacking his lips.

Anthony was a little embarrassed but secretly ecstatic that Drew would do and say that for him. "It's my turn to do you now," Anthony whispered.

"You sure?" Drew's deep voice rumbled back.

"Of course I'm sure!" Anthony was hurt. "Why wouldn't I be? God, I love you and you ask me if I'm sure."

Drew could tell Anthony was hurt. He pulled Anthony to him and hugged the still exposed boy to him tightly while saying, "No, no Anthony. I didn't mean it like you think. I know love me and I love you. It's just, you know, I'm so big I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Anthony pulled on Drew to make him stand up. "If you were hurting me I'd tell you and then you would stop, right?" Anthony stated.

"Of course."

"Then why are so worried about it?"

"I dunno, I just was."

"So hush and let me do this then," Anthony commanded while his fingers reached to open Drew's pants.

More by touch than by sight Anthony unfastened Drew's pants and opened the fly, then reaching into Drew's boxer briefs to find his prize. He pulled the heavy tube of man flesh out into the air where he could get at it. Anthony lightly ran his fingers over and around the darker hued shaft, making Drew suck in a slight gasp. Then Anthony surprised him by reaching down further and gently pulling his sack up and out of its confinement. Cupping Drew's balls with his left hand, Anthony held his cock with the other, then used his index finger to touch the wetness that had seeped from the end, smearing it over the lighter colored head.

Drew's breath came faster as he felt the sexual tension within him begin to build.

But Anthony wasn't done surprising Drew. In one sudden swoop Anthony knelt down and took in the end of Drew's cock, softly sucking it and tonguing the underside. "OH myyyyy God," Drew moaned. Between the warmth mouth on his cock head and Anthony's fingers playing with his balls, Drew's cock pulsed repeatedly, pumping out a stream of precum.

Anthony could feel the sticky fluid collecting so he used his tongue to bathe the end of Drew's cock. Shocks of pleasure raced up Drew's spine to explode in his brain like bursts of fireworks. Anthony then used the tip of his tongue to probe into the slit, licking away all the juice he could find, loving the fact he was drinking up the life giving juices of the young man he adored.

Drew's hands slid down to cup Anthony's face and began to guide Anthony into a bobbing motion. He could maybe get half of his cock in before hitting the back of Anthony's throat and making him gag a little. They soon figured out what the maximum stroke was and settled into a nice slow rhythm.

Anthony placed his free hand around the root of Drew's mighty member and jacked him in time with his sucking. Curiously Anthony felt Drew's balls pull up tightly to his thick shaft. The sack which had been loose was now pulled tight, holding those egg-sized orbs into imminent orgasm.

Drew's soft moans of pleasure became erratic, matching the thrusts of his hips as he tensed in preparation for squirting his load. Anthony dove down as far as he could handle and lightly stroked Drew's sack. Drew's back arched and he trembled as he blasted massive jets of cum into his lover's throat.

The amount of cum Drew was producing quickly filled Anthony's mouth and Anthony had to pull back to avoid being choked. Drew's last squirts were deposited over Anthony's lips as the younger boy inhaled through his nose. As Drew came down from his orgasmic high he pulled Anthony up they could trade a kiss. It was then that he found his own slippery juices coating Anthony's lips. "Oh man, I really did a number on you, didn't I," Drew mumbled apologetically.

"Uh huh, but I don't mind as long as you lick it all up," Anthony giggled.

"You little cutie," Drew laughed. And Drew tenderly kissed and licked away all the traces of his cum that he could find before they joined in a long passionate kiss to finalize their love making. "It's getting real late," Drew worried. "If you don't get home your momma will be having a fit."

"I wonder what time it is?" Anthony checked his luminous watch. "Holy crap! It's five minutes to 12! I gotta go!" Anthony yelped. He yanked up his pants and hurriedly fastened them. "Get your pants on Drew, I gotta go!" Anthony was on the verge of panic.

Drew pulled up his pants and barely was able to fasten them before Anthony grabbed his hand and was pulling him out of the bushes at a run. They ran the rest of the way to Anthony's house, cutting across yards and taking every shortcut they could find. They made it to Anthony's front step breathless and panting outside his door. "I guess we made it," Anthony gasped. "I'll call you tomorrow, OK?" he asked. They kissed one more quick kiss before Anthony ducked into the house with a final wave. "Bye," he said and then slipped through the door.

Drew said "Bye Anth," to the door and then turned to walk away, already missing his Little Man.

After Drew and Anth left it was hard to talk with the loud music that was being played. Tristan sat there and tried to talk with David, but it just took too much effort to carry on much of a conversation. David stuck with Tristan most of the time, only leaving once to go talk with his sister and Brad Mills.

"What did you need to talk to them about?" Tristan shouted to him over the music when he came back.

David leaned towards Tristan's ear to reply just as loudly, "I asked them to give us a ride when they leave."

Tristan mouthed more than spoke the word, "OK" and nodded. When the music stopped he was quick to lean over and ask, "Where are we going?"

"Hungry?" David asked, winking.

Tristan smirked before nodding and saying, "Yeah, I'm starved." Then he leaned over and very quietly said in David's ear, "Not just for food, but for some loving too." Just then the music blared out again and David just smiled back with a special look in his eye.

They were both glad when Brad appeared leading Ashley by the hand. Brad nodded his head towards the door and David was up pulling Tristan's arm around his neck immediately. As they walked to the door Brad took one look at their slow pace and said, "I'll get my truck, you guys wait out front." They hobbled out the door and stood by the curb while Brad brought his Ranger over. While they were waiting outside David said to Tristan, "Did you notice that wet spot on his pants?"

Tristan giggled. "No! He didn't do that again did he?"

"Nah, it was just a little one. Those two sure have the hots for each other though."

"Uh huh. Must run in the family," Tristan teased and a received a punch in the arm as a reply.

By that time Brad pulled up and leaned over Ashley to speak out the window, "You guys mind riding in the back?"

"Nope", David said.

"Yeah, that would be easier," Tristan agreed. "Open the tailgate so I can just slide into the back," he told David.

They did just that and sat with their backs to the cab of the truck while Brad drove off. The breeze from the moving air was chilly against the skin and so the boys sat with their arms touching.

"I don't have much money along," Tristan said. "I'll just order fries."

"Don't worry Tris, I already told you that I'm buying so have whatever you want." David said as he smiled at his boyfriend.

Tristan looked over at David and raised his eyebrows. "You sure?"

"Yeah" he said, a slight smile spreading across his face to light his eyes

"You don't need to," Tristan said. "I'm not hurt that bad so you don't have to go spoil me."

"I'm not doing it because you were hurt so just let me do it."

Tristan smiled back then and found David's hand, giving it a squeeze. "OK then, I'll let ya".

It was at that time Brad took a corner a bit fast and Tristan was thrown against David. David wrapped his arm around Tristan and braced the two of them with his other arm. They looked around only to see Ashley and Brad looking back and laughing. David gave them the one finger salute as Tristan awkwardly climbed out of David's lap. Then they were pulling up the Corner Cafe and rolling smoothly to a stop.

Still laughing, Brad and Ashley got out. "How did you guys like the ride?" Brad teased.

"It was just fine," David said, emphasizing on the 'fine'.

"Sure, just like going to the amusement park," Tristan said dryly.

The two boys slid out of the back of the truck and then adjusted their pants as they stood up. "Thanks for the ride, Brad," David said. "We owe ya."

"You sure do," Brad said. "Some day I'll collect too" and he laughed as he and Ashley jumped back in the driver's side before zooming off.

"Well, let's go in then," Tristan said as their tail lights disappeared down the street. You gonna give me a hand?"

"Course." David replied immediately and stepped over to help Tristan. He maneuvered the door open as they made their way into the delicious warmth of the cafe. David took Tristan over to a booth and waited until Tristan slid in before taking his place on the other side. They hooked their feet around each other's rather casually and looked around innocently while they waited for the waitress.

Finally she came over with 2 glasses of water. "You guys ready to order?" the older woman asked.

"I am, are you?" David answered as he glanced over at Tristan.

"Go ahead then," Tristan said.

David ordered a hamburger, fries and a Coke.

"I'll have the same as him, but no pickles," Tristan said when the waitress looked at him for his order.

The waitress scribbled down their order and left abruptly as she hollered to the kitchen, "Two hamburgers and fries".

"I wonder what Jason and Chris are thinking right now," David smiled his wicked smile.

Tristan laughed a low laugh, "Probably wishing they hadn't made that bet."

David laughed back. "Yeah, those two get to be shaved when we do the campout."

Tristan got a serious look on his face and looked across the table at David. He asked, "You think we really should make them go through with it?"

"Why not?" David answered back. "Don't you think Jason would have made us pay up?"

Tristan only had to think about it for 2 seconds before he nodded his head. "Yeah, I know he would have never let us alone until we did."

"You got that right," David agreed wryly.

"So you wanna do it to them or should we just make them do themselves?" Tristan asked as he watched David's face.

"Hey, they deserve getting shaved. I'm OK with doing it as long as you are there with me," David replied looking straight into Tristan's eyes. "I don't want to fool around with them though, if that's what you are wondering".

"Yeah, I kinda was," Tristan admitted.

"Does that mean you wanted to?" David's head came closer and his voice dropped as he asked.

"Ummm, no. I just wanted to know what you thought is all," Tristan said as a slight flush lit his face.

At that moment the waitress appeared and plopped down two platters with their food. "There ya are," she said. "Need anything else?"

"Ketchup," David replied.

The waitress snagged a half empty bottle from a nearby table, plunked it down in front of David and left.

"God, what's up with her?" Tristan asked.

"Dunno," David said. "Who cares. Let's eat, I'm starved." David took the ketchup bottle and dumped out a pile of ketchup over his fries. "Mmmm, tasty," he said as he smacked his lips.

Tristan poured his ketchup in a pile to one side, then took a long french fry, dipped the end in and then seductively sucked off the ketchup.

David's eyes nearly bugged out and he started choking.

"You OK?" Tristan asked worriedly.

"Yeah, just don't do that!" David managed to say in between coughs.

The hungry boys quit talking then and ate their food in a comfortable silence, making short comments to each other. The food disappeared quickly as they chowed down. They finished about the same time and David asked, "So now what? How do we get you home?"

"I think I could walk if we went slow," Tristan said. "My ankle isn't that sore now."

"You sure?" David asked.

"Yeah, I think so. If you help me?"

"Course I will. Should we head out then?" David said and he stood up and adjusted his pants.

Tristan always appreciated the view of David's fine ass and package. He never grew tired of it. "Yup. Just help me stand up," Tristan held out his hand to be pulled up.

With a quick pull David had Tristan on his feet and they made their way over to the cash register. The old waitress came over to take their money, pulling her order book out of her apron as she approached. She rang up their food and gruffly said the price. David dropped some bills on the counter, barely enough to pay for the food saying, "Keep the change. Let's go Tristan".

Once outside Tristan said, "That wasn't much of a tip you know."

"She didn't deserve one." David groused then added, "The old bitch".

"Maybe she just was having a bad night," Tristan said sympathetically. "She looked like she was really tired".

"I don't know. I wonder if she knew we were like boyfriends," David worried and then asked with concern, "You able to walk?"

"I don't know if she knew or not," Tristan said. "I don't care what she thinks as long as I have you."

"Yeah Tris, but you know my dad. If someone told him they had seen me and told him about me, there would be hell to pay."

"No one has seen anything to tell so don't worry."

"Besides, you can always come live with me if your dad ever did find out and was bad to you."

"Yeah, I was hoping I could count on it but I'm not ready to lose my family, you know?"

"Yeah, I hear ya," Tristan agreed. "Well, I'm gonna try to walk," and he stepped on his bad ankle. He tottered a little but didn't go down. Another step. Then another. "I think I might be able to do this," he said. "As long as we go slow I think we can walk home. I don't want to call dad." Tristan carefully turned to David and asked, "Do you think they are just friends? Him and Craig?"

"Man, I have no clue," David said. "I guess it could be possible, but you know your dad better than me. You really think your dad might be?"

"I'm not sure, but I had to get this way somehow, didn't I? I just didn't wake up one day and decide, you know."

"I guess not. But you knew you were before I knew I could be. I just woke up one day and this dude named Tristan was sleeping in my bed," he joked and then he lightly punched Tristan in the arm.

"Yeah, but you know you love it," Tristan said with a crooked smile.

David nodded, "Yeah, that's true. You ready to hobble home there dude?"

"Guess so. Can I kinda do what we were doing before, you know, to take some weight off my ankle?" Tristan asked.

"Oh why not?" David conceded. "As long as you are limping people won't get any funny ideas."

"OH, first you call me gay and now I'm 'funny' besides?" Tristan said with mock indignation.

"Oh shush," David said. "Don't even talk like that. Now let's go." The two of them started slowly down the sidewalk, Tristan limping along with one arm around David's shoulders. They moved from down the deserted streets, moving from the bright lights of downtown into the scattered pools of light in the residential section. Once they hit the relative darkness David put his arm around Tristan's waist as they hobbled to Tristan's house together.

They took the shortcut through the park. Although the part was closed to vehicles after dark, it was wide open for the two guys on foot to take the familiar path cutting diagonally through the trees. Trees cast long shadows in the park as the nighthawks circled and screeched their peculiar cries above them. Neither boy was afraid. They had each other and in their small town the park was still a safe, peaceful place, even in the darkness.

"Hey Tris! Is that Brad's truck I see over there?" David said as he pointed with his free hand.

"Where? I don't see it.

Tristan peered from under his hand, trying to block the glare from the streetlamp above.

"Over there, in that little hollow. See his truck parked off the road?"

"Oh yeah, I can see it now."

"Let's check it out, shall we?" David said with a wicked grin.

"Ummm, I can't Tristan said. "I could really use a rest. Why don't I sit down on that bench over there and you can check it out if you want."

"You sure you don't mind?" David asked before adding, "I want to see what my sister and him are up to. She always acts like she's so perfect you know?"

"You're going to spy on your sister?" Tristan asked after his mouth dropped open.

"Sure, why not? I'll be quiet. They'll never know I was ever there."

"Don't get caught, that's all I can say. I'll wait over there for ya."

David helped Tristan over to the bench and got him sat down before slipping away into the darkness of the trees.

David was right. Tristan couldn't hear a thing as the darkness swallowed up his boyfriend. Tristan decided that it was a good time to look at his ankle. Gingerly he pulled his sock down. Well he tried anyway. It wasn't going down very well because his angle has swollen to nearly twice it's normal size. And it was very red and tender to the touch.

David used all of the skills he learned while hunting with his grandpa at the farm to approach Brad's little pickup. Very quietly he advanced, using tree trunks and the scattered bushes to shield him from view should they happen to be looking up. But from the dim light that shone in through the windshield David could tell they weren't in it. "Where'd they go?" he wondered to himself. As he stood there, not moving, he heard some noise. After listening he knew what it was he was hearing. It was the same kind of noises he and Tristan would make when they were making love. But he couldn't see anything and from the direction the sounds were coming from, they had to be in the back of the truck. Watching closely now David saw what he suspected. Yes, the truck was rocking ever so slightly.

He circled around very slowly, carefully choosing where each foot step went so he wouldn't step on any twigs which would snap. And yes, as he reached the angle which let him peer into the rear of the truck he could see a pale whiteness moving in the dim light. Low moans and murmurs came from Brad and Ashley, the kinds of moans two lovers would make as their passion reached the point of consummation.

David slipped away as silently as he had arrived. He'd seen and heard enough. Breathlessly he rushed up to Tristan. "Tristan, you'll never guess! Man, I can't believe it! They were fucking Tristan! I swear to God they were fucking. My perfect and oh-so-sweet older sister. I can't believe it. Well I can, but still," he said in a state of disbelief.

"Are you sure that's what they were doing? Maybe you just think they were."

"I mean I saw Brad's bare ass moving on top of her and from what I heard, they were doing it for sure."

"Well, what's the difference?" Tristan said. "I mean you and I have sex. Why can't she?"

"Cuz she's a girl!" David exclaimed.

"Last I heard girls like sex too," Tristan said. You like it that way."

"Yeah, but you know what?" David retorted. "That doesn't mean I always have to like it that way you know."

"Well, yeah. And you know what else?" Tristan said quietly. "I've been kinda wanting to do it the other way too, you know, to be the receiver."

"First we need to get you home and then we'll see how it goes, OK?" David said as he pulled Tristan to his feet.

It seemed to take a long time for them to travel the last few blocks from the park to Tristan's.

Finally they were there. The Bronco was in the driveway and they made their way to the back door. The outside light was on and so was Randy's bedroom light. He was home and waiting up for Tristan to get back.

"Dad, we're home!" Tristan called out as they entered the house.

"Would you get me a drink?" Tristan asked David in a quieter voice.

"OK," David said and got down 2 glasses and ran the tap water.

Randy showed up then wearing only his jeans. "How did you get home?" Randy said a bit anxiously. "I didn't hear a car," he added.

"We walked," Tristan said simply.

Randy's chin dropped. "You walked? Why didn't you call me? I've been waiting for you to call."

"My ankle got better so we decided to walk." Tristan stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I hope you haven't made it worse," Randy said in that annoying 'I know better' tone.

"I haven't," Tristan asserted. "But I do want to not have to stand on it any more. David and I just want to hit the sheets."

"Aren't you hungry?" Randy asked because he knew any teen boy would usually be starved that time of night.

"We ate at the Corner Cafe," David spoke up.

"That's downtown. How did you get there?" Randy demanded.

"Brad Mills gave us a ride, Dad. Don't worry so much. Everything is OK."

"Well good night then. We'll see how that ankle of yours feels in the morning. You boys be sure and sleep, ya hear?"

"Yeah, Dad. Don't worry. We're both tired."

"OK, then. If you aren't up by noon I'll be waking you."

"Whatever Dad."

"Don't whatever me Tristan."

"Yeah, Dad. Sorry. Good night."

"OK. Good night you two." Randy turned and went into his bedroom and closed the door.

"Night," David said. "You ready?" he said with a wicked grin as he turned to look at Tristan.

"Oh yeah, I sure am," Tristan said with an answering smile.

"But first we have to the right amount of light," David swung around Tristan to turn on a small lamp by the bedside and then indicated to Tristan to turn the overhead light off. "There, now we're ready," he declared.

Finally they were to the time of the evening that they had been waiting to reach for the entire week! This was their chance to be together in each other's arms, to give and to receive the love they felt for each other freely and openly. Tristan stood by his bed waiting for David to come back to him and they slid together into a hug and a kiss.

"Mmmmmm, I've been waiting for that Babe," Tristan sighed contentedly.

"Yeah, me too. But I've been waiting for a LOT more," David said with a wicked glint in his eye. "First, I've been waiting to get you naked," he said as he ran his hands up under Tristan's shirt and began lightly rubbing Tristan's nipples.

"Oh God," Tristan breathed in delicious abandonment, "you sure know how to make a guy feel really good."

"This is just the beginning Tris-dude. Tonight I'm going to make you feel the love," as he unbuttoned Tristan's shirt and slipped it off.

"Oh Babe, you already are," and Tristan tried to start taking David's shirt off only to have David bat Tristan's hands away.

"No, just let me do it. I'm gonna get you taken care of first, OK?"

"OK, if you're sure," Tristan said with wonderment. David was certainly being different tonight. Usually he was the more passive one in the sexual intercourse, but not tonight. This was the real David in operation, sure of himself, in charge and following a plan. David's lips were pressing against his again and as their tongues dueled together, David's hands were unfastening his pants. And as Tristan mentally noted his surprise, David's fingers reached down to release Tristan's erection from its prison before pulling his pants down to his knees.

"There, now he can breathe," David said as he broke off their kiss.

"Mmmmm hmmmmm," was all Tristan could manage before David was gently pushing him back on the bed, making Tristan sit down. He watched wordlessly as David sunk down to kneel on the floor to untie his shoes and he ever so gently eased the one off his injured ankle. "Tris," David said, "how does your ankle feel?"

"Still kinda sore," Tristan responded and then added, "Why?"

"Cuz it looks pretty swollen to me."

"Really bad?" Tristan asked with concern as he bent over to look."

"I dunno. Bad enough I guess," was David's answer. "Should I take your socks off?"

"No, just leave them on. You could finish taking my pants off though," Tristan said as he reached out to lightly touch David's strong jaw with his fingertips.

Again David surprised Tristan with a gentleness Tristan had never before seen in him as David carefully slipped Tristan's pants over his feet. Gracefully David rose up from the floor and sat down next to Tristan, wrapping his right arm around Tris and slipping his fingers under the waistband. "These gotta come off too," he said into Tristan's ear as he kissed and nibbled on it.

Tristan shivered from the erotic effect David's lips had on his ear and his erection surged to full hardness. "Now see what you did?" he teased David, "You made the monster wake up."

"That's good. I wanted him to wake up," David murmured into Tristan's ear as he licked around the edge.

"Once you wake him up you have to feed him you know," Tristan giggled.

"Oh, never fear. I'll feed him plenty," David assured him while running his hand over Tristan's chest and giving him little kisses over his face.

"Wait, you aren't undressed yet, Babe. I'm all naked and you still have all your clothes on. S'not fair." Tristan complained as his hands were encountering David's clothes.

"You want my clothes off," David teased wickedly.

"Yes, Dufus, I want your clothes off," Tristan said with a hint of exasperation.

Silently David stood up and faced away from Tristan. Very slowly and deliberately David moved a couple of steps away from the bed and what he did next locked Tristan's gaze to him. David stuck one hip out, then the other and has he ground his hips around in a provocative dance, he very slowly unfastened his jeans and opened them, then pulled out his shirt and stripped it off gracefully, letting it drop to the floor. Tristan was mesmerized by the sight of the boy he loved inside and out doing a strip tease for him.

"Turn around," Tristan forced out in a loud whisper past the lump in his throat. "I want to see more than your gorgeous ass," he added.

David swiveled around and asked, "You think my ass is gorgeous do you?"

"Oh yeah, your everything is gorgeous Davie Babe and I want it all."

"Well guess what lover boy," David grinned with his wicked smile, "Your wish is my command."

"Yes! Keep dancing, you make me so hot," Tristan said with a look of longing for David as he spread his legs apart to give his rampant cock more room to breathe.

David backed away slowly into a dark corner of the room, making Tristan wonder what he was going to do next. Was he going to come out naked from the darkness or what? Then David turned on Tristan's stereo. He found a radio station playing top hits and now David began dancing to the music, almost like a courtship dance a male bird would do for his intended mate.

Tristan never imagined that David could ever do such a thing, and never as gracefully and erotically as he was that night! Tristan's eyes widened and his mouth parted in response to the erotic display as David began pulling down his boxers, slowly revealing his pubes as he danced for Tristan.

"Take off your pants," Tristan demanded breathlessly.

David complied gracefully, tossing them off to one side as now he danced with just his socks and boxers as his remaining clothing. David's muscles moved smoothly under his skin and Tristan drank in the view. Now David was teasing Tristan with quick little peeks at David's male member, never revealing more than a glimpse of what Tristan knew so intimately. The reddish round crown of David's dick was exposed a number of times before David pushed down his boxers to let Tristan see David's maleness in all its glory.

Tristan could hardly wait to get David in his arms and get something started! He laid back on the bed and held out his arms saying, "Come here Stud, I want to do more than just look at your beautiful body."

David sinuously danced his way over to the bed and gyrated his hips to wave his hard cock at Tristan's eye level. "You want this?" he teased as he gyrated more.

"Oh yessss, I really want it, I want you, and I want it in me!" Tristan begged, the love and the lust shining from his eyes in the subdued light.

David finished his strip tease then by slipping his boxers down his legs and twirling them over one forefinger while slowly bumping his hips in time. Now that David was closer, Tristan could see the shiny streaks of precum flowing from the tip of his cock since David's foreskin had retracted almost entirely from the glans.

Tristan pulled David down onto the bed, their lips finding each other's in a passion filled kiss. "You want me inside you?" David rumbled in a low voice to Tristan.

"Yes, I really do," Tristan said as he searched David's eyes with his own. "I want to feel you in me and have you make love to me tonight. You haven't done it to me for so long."

"Tris, I didn't know you wanted it. You always seemed to like being the one who did it to me," David said quietly.

"I do love being on top" Tristan said looking down with his thumb slightly moving against David's hip, "but I want to have you in me this time and physically feeling your love surrounding and filling me, OK?"

"OK Tris, like I told you, tonight I'll do anything for you," David leaned down and planted a tender kiss on Tristan's nose.

Tristan rolled over to his back while pulling David on top of him. They laid like that, belly to belly, hard cock pressed against hard cock. Tristan's hands dropped down to cup David's bottom cheeks and they began to kiss passionately. Their precum mixed as their leaking cocks rubbed against each other, sending waves of sensuous delight through their bodies. David teased Tristan's nipples with his fingertips as they kissed, making Tristan moan, "Oh God David, you are making me so hot."

David started moving down with his kisses, covering Tristan's neck, then his collar bone, and then he sucked and licked at Tristan's nipples. He glanced up to see Tristan's eyes were closed as he rapturously enjoyed David's attentions. Next David moved further down as he traced a cool liquid trail down Tristan's hot skin with his tongue.

Tristan moaned out his delight continuously as David kissed and nibbled his way further down. Finally David had reached Tristan's groin area and his lips brushed Tristan's throbbing cock. "Yessss, David, suck it, suck it puh-lease."

David did as he was asked immediately. His lips encircled Tristan's fat cockhead while his tongue probed the slit. Tristan writhed and began to buck underneath David. Sensing that Tristan was getting overheated too soon David backed off. He began sucking and kissing Tristan's balls, pushing them around with his tongue. Tristan lifted his legs and spread them wide, giving David unrestricted access to his bottom region.

David's tongue moved down and began lightly tracing the ridge of skin below Tristan's balls. Tristan lifted his legs higher, giving David all the room he needed to continue. David followed that little line of puckered skin further with his tongue until he realized he was very near Tristan's hole. There was a slight odor which to his amazement David found to be erotic. He kissed Tristan's pucker, softly at first, then with great confidence as Tristan made noises of great pleasure.

David let his spit flow onto Tristan's pucker, coating it thoroughly before inserting his middle finger slowly and gently. At first, Tristan tensed up and his ass ring resisted but then he relaxed. David's finger slid in smoothly and he began to probe cautiously, moving his finger slightly in and out. His finger hit an area of firmer tissue and when it did, Tristan's inarticulate cries of pleasure rose in pitch and volume while precum drooled out of Tristan's cock.

"Oh David, don't ever stop doing that," Tristan said while his hands clenched at the sheets as spasms of pleasure roared through his body as David massaged Tristan's prostate.

Hearing those words, David became braver and slowly inserted another finger. Now he was working Tristan's ass with two fingers and Tristan was loving it. David was sure his cock had never been harder. It was sticking up against his belly and the juices were running down the shaft.

Tristan whispered in a barely audible voice, "Please, David, please."

David stopped what he was doing to ask, "What Tristan?"

"Please let me feel you inside me now, I want you so bad," he whimpered.

David aligned himself and was able to slowly push his way into Tristan. "Oh man Tristan, I had forgotten how hot and how good it feels doing it this way," David whispered. He began to move, slowly at first and then with great force and speed as Tristan urged him on. David began to piston in and out, jabbing his slightly up-curved cock into Tristan's prostate with every stroke.

Tristan was rising up on every down stroke of David's, their skin slapping together and Tristan uttering a grunt of pleasure each time. "I'm so close David," he said as he began to tense. David pushed Tristan's hands above their heads and intertwined their fingers. Scant heartbeats later Tristan reached his climax and he began to scream out his passion. As soon as David felt Tristan's asswalls constrict, he went over the top too. He rode the waves of their mutual orgasm as he tried to bury his entire body into his lover. They shuddered through a mutual orgasm that seemed like it would never end. Finally the earth stopped quaking and they laid there, panting.

David laid his head down on Tristan's chest as his dick slipped out. Tristan rubbed David's back as they kissed time and time again, murmuring their love to each other. As their hearts slowed and their bodies cooled Tristan pulled the covers over them. Warm once more, they feel asleep that way, David lying on Tristan with Tristan's arm wrapped around him.

Whew! This chapter has taken me a long time to do. So much has happened in the intervening time since I posted last. Something I need to tell all of you is a piece of very sad news that I received not too long ago. I had been wondering why I hadn't been hearing from Luke and Adam, those two lovers I have told you about before. Do you remember them? Adam was gay and loved Luke and through this story convinced Luke to understand what loving another man can be like. Real life can be surreal sometimes and the news I received from Luke broke my heart. Adam was fatally injured in a car accident where he lived while Luke was at work. Luke made it to the hospital in time to spend the last hour of Adam's time on earth together. Adam and Luke pledged their undying love to each other before Adam died in Luke's arms while Adam's mother was present. This is an absolutely true event! So now Adam is with the angels in heaven and Luke tells me he feels Adam's presence with him every day. I told Luke that when you find true Love, you should always grab it with both hands and we both remarked how good it was that they were able to share their love before Adam was taken from him by a person who ran a stop light. So now Luke is rebuilding his life, step by step. This chapter is dedicated in the memory of Adam and the love he came to share with his best friend, Luke.

I must also mention that this chapter was finished late one night immediately prior to me going to see another Angel, my foster son. I met him through this story and he adopted me to be his foster father.