Douche or the Beast

Douche or the Beast Part X

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April 22nd 10:32 p.m.

"Harder Brad," Lance moaned.

"Yeah? You think you can take it?" Beast-man asked.

"And then some," Lance replied confidently.

"Hang on then, stud. This officer will deliver!" the older man answered with a smirk.

And delivered he did.

The cop went full force on the teen's rear. He was pulling his thick member nearly out of the teen before ramming it back in the runner's tight heat.

The man was pounding away, dripping sweat on the teen below.

"How's- that- daddy?" the cop thrust in on each word was he asked the question.

"Amazing!" Lance groaned out, "I'm close," the teen let out a breathy cry.

"Come with me!"

Lance started to moan louder as his pending orgasm quickly approached.

"Brad," Lance groaned loudly.

"Fuck yes!" Brad called out.

Brad gave a few more pumps before he came, delivering his load into the condom.

"How was that, daddy?" Brad asked with a pleased smile, pulling away from Lance.

The pair were under a sheet in Brad's bed. The sheet covering their waists and below.

Lance mulled over his response for a moment with a hum.

"Mmm, adequate I'd say," the runner provided with a cheeky smile.

"What?! Fuck you! I had you moaning so loud the whole block could hear you and shit! You are going to tell me that was only adequate?!" Brad replied with a laugh. He gave Lance a playful shove making Lance himself laugh.

"You know I loved it."

Brad laid down on his side, looking at Lance. He placed a hand on the teen's abdomen.

"That's what I thought damn it," Brad muttered.

Lance leaned over to kiss Brad on the lips which Brad was more than happy to take.

The pair laid there in silence, enjoying each other's company. Their breathing was the only sound that could be heard.

"You gonna pick up where you left off?" Brad asked breaking the silence.

Lance let out a sigh.

"Where did I leave off?" Lance asked.

"You were telling me how that fucking tool bag said yes to you asking him out."

"Brad," Lance scolded.

"I'm sorry. I meant to say `douchebag,'" Brad corrected himself with an innocent smile.

Lance gave him a playful swat.

"I still cannot believe you asked him out," Brad sighed loudly to himself.

"You know I care about him."

"I know. Much to my confusion."

"He can be sweet when he wants to be," Lance defended.

Brad smiled but rolled his eyes in disbelief.

"So, you went on a date," Brad started for Lance.

That date had been months ago. Six months ago, to be exact. It felt like it had been longer than that to Lance. Much had happened that it seemed unreal.

After everything blew up. Lance had gone to Brad for counsel and an ear. Which Brad was happy to listen. It did not take them long before they started to sleep together again. Them sleeping together certainly did not help Lance with his problems but it was a welcome distraction.

October 26th 3:04 p.m.

It had been nearly two weeks since Dalton agreed to go on a date with Lance. Their schedules had been so conflicting, they only had time for quick rendezvous. Dalton, for whatever reason, had decided to pick up more graveyard shifts. This left the older man exhausted all the time, which was understandable. When Dalton was free, Lance had his ju-jitsu classes and wouldn't get home until after the pumpkin patch closed.

This led Dalton to request tonight off since he didn't have to sleep the afternoon away. Now here they were, at the pumpkin patch.

Dalton pulled into the grass-covered `parking lot.'

When the cop had his car parked, he let out a sigh leaning against his seat. He looked over to Lance with a smile. The afternoon sun reflecting off of his sunglasses.

"Ready?" he asked in his baritone voice.

"I am if you are," the teen replied.

Dalton gave a nod, killing the engine.

"Wait here a sec," Dalton exited the car walking around in front of it. He came over to Lance's side, opening the door for the teen.

Lance sat in his seat with his mouth gaping open.

Dalton never does anything chivalrous.

`He doesn't even do anything chivalrous for women,' a flabbergasted teen thought.

"Come on, baby boy, out of the car," Dalton chuckled.

"I-um, yeah. Okay," Lance stuttered.

When Lance was out of the car Dalton closed the door for him.

Lance peered at the cop over his sunglasses and stared at him in disbelief.

"This is a date, right? I know how to act if I want to get ass after a date," Dalton smirked at the teen.

"I know you. I have never seen you do something like that for a woman. Ever." Lance said.

Dalton smiled, shaking his head at Lance. He leaned into Lance, giving him a gentle, lingering kiss.

"That is because I was never on a date with those women. They were there to fuck. I didn't care if I was nice to them or not."

"Does that mean you care if you're nice to me?" Lance asked.

Dalton rose his eyebrows and could feel Dalton rolling his eyes from behind the sunglasses.

"Sometimes you're such a fuckin' moron. Come on," Dalton demanded.

Dalton reached for the teen's hand so they could start making their way to the pumpkin patch.

"Douchebag," Lance grumbled. Regardless of the retort, Lance still accepted Dalton's hand, letting their fingers intertwine.

Here they were in public. On an official date. Dalton holding his hand for anyone to see.

`We are seriously doing this,' the teen's mental voice said.

The air was fresh but chilled. This was to be expected since it was October in the Midwest.

Lance wore his favorite white hoodie with a pair of dark, straight-cut blue jeans. The jeans clung to his legs and rear showing off their firmness.

Lance had to admit Dalton was more cleaned up than he normally was. He wore brown boots with jeans that suited him great. Lance's eyes traveled to Dalton's groin several times already because the jeans drew attention to that area. He had a burgundy sweatshirt that clung to his form along with a dark denim jacket. Dalton was rather sexy Lance thought.

"Hmm," Dalton hummed with a smile.

"What?" Lance asked looking ahead again. They got in line, waiting to get their tickets.

"I like when you check me out," Dalton said nonchalantly.

"I was not checking your ugly ass out," Lance lied through his teeth.

Dalton pulled on the teen's arm, placing Lance in front of him. The older man let go of Lance's hand so he could grip the teen's hips, bring him in close.

His butt against the cop's groin and his back was against Dalton's firm chest. Dalton wrapped his arms tightly around

the teen, moving his mouth next to Lance's ear.

"Denial. Just like that time in the back of my squad car, you fuckin' liar," Dalton hissed quietly.

"Way to manhandle your date, jerk," Lance let out a hushed complaint.

"Shut up," Dalton muttered.

He kissed Lance's cheek, then buried his face in the crook of Lance's neck.

Dalton's cold nose sent a shiver down Lance's spine.

"Your nose is cold" Lance playfully complained.

"Warm it up for me," Dalton replied simply.

As the line moved, the pair would shuffle together, moving ahead.

Lance brought his hands up to hold onto Dalton's hands.

`This seems familiar,' Lance thought.

Brad had held him in a similar position like this at the theme park when they had been on their fake date.

`I should not be thinking about Brad while I'm on a date with Dalton,' Lance mentally scolded himself.

Lance smiled to himself. He would think about Dalton when he was with Brad then he would think about Brad when he was with Dalton.

Brad didn't like Dalton as a person and while Dalton seemed to tolerate Brad, Lance knew if the cop learned it was the beast-man that the teen had slept with, he would probably want to kick his ass.

`If the two men could see eye to eye, I could have fun with both of them...at the same time,' Lance thought, then smiled wickedly to himself. That would make for a hell of a night.

"What are you thinking about?" Dalton asked from Lance's neck.

"I can't believe we are on an actual date," Lance said quickly. Which was true enough. He had thought that.

"Hmm, are you sure you're not thinking about my cock? You are fucking grinding against me and making my shit hard. Knock it off," Dalton chided.

"I didn't even notice," the teen whispered.

But sure enough, now that he was paying attention, Dalton's hard cock was pressing firmly into the teen's bum.

"I hate having a boner in public. I feel like everyone can see it," the man complained.

"No one can see your tiny shit," Lance chuckled.

"Fuck you! You know I have a big fuckin' dick! Your slutty ass moans like no one's business when I'm ramming you with it! Besides, my dick is bigger than yours, fucker!" Dalton sneered in the teen's ear.

Lance let out a laugh from Dalton's rant.

"Me thinketh he does protest too much. Insecure, are we?" Lance teased.

"Fuck you!" Dalton dug his fingers into Lance's stomach. It both tickled and kind of hurt.

"I bet you don't fuckin' complain about Cooper's fucking cock when he piledrives your ass into the ground," Dalton whine sarcastically.

"Dalton, hear me when I speak; I am not nor have I ever, slept with Cooper. I do not want to. I do not plan to. Just no. He is like a brother to me," Lance explained.

"Being brothers hasn't stopped you before," Dalton muttered.

"You're an asshole! You came onto me way back when! In fact, I told you no!" Lance argued.

"Okay, I'm sorry. You're right," Dalton chirped quickly, giving the teen a peck on the cheek.

"Has anyone diagnosed you with bipolar yet?" Lance asked dryly.

"Look, I'm sorry I brought it up," Dalton moved his hands under Lance's shirt, making him yelp from the cold touch.

It was loud enough that the woman in front of them turned around to see what the commotion was about.

Before Lance could say or do anything, Dalton moved his head from Lance's neck to speak to her. The teen wasn't sure how he knew the woman turned to look at them.

"Sorry, my boyfriend doesn't like when I put my cold hands on him," Dalton said with a bright smile and a chuckle.

The woman chuckled herself, offering a smile.

"I understand. I hate when my husband does that to me, too," she moved her gaze to Lance to speak to him directly, "you better not let him get away with that, young man. My husband has been warming his hands and feet on me for twenty years. Nip that in the bud from the get-go!" She laughed.

"Yeah, Dalton! Knock it off!" the teen chuckled.

The woman turned her attention back, to what Lance thinks, was her daughter.

When her attention was focused off of them, Lance spoke quietly to Dalton.

"Boyfriend?" he questioned.

"Shut the fuck up. You know I am going to ask you on a second date. A third date after that and so on. I'm no expert but that sounds like we're dating to me," Dalton said.

"I'm pretty sure I'm the one that asked you out," Lance said thoughtfully.

The woman that spoke with them was now getting a ticket for her and her daughter.

"Lance, do you think I'll be putting my cold hands on you in twenty years?" Dalton asked randomly.

"I, um, I don't know," Lance said honestly. Twenty years was quite a bit of time from now. Lance would be thirty-eight. Dalton would be going on forty-three. It was weird to think about.

"That's okay if you're unsure. We'll fight and argue. You may even try to break things off with me now and then or I may let my pride get in the way but I know we will be together then. You're not getting rid of me," Dalton said with the utmost conviction.

"How do you know that?" the teen questioned.

Dalton ignored the question. He let Lance go and moved up to the window because it was now their turn.

Lance noticed the cop was still chubbed up. Dalton was trying to casually pull down his sweatshirt to help conceal his dying excitement although if anyone was to glance at Dalton's groin, they wouldn't miss the sight.

Once paid, Dalton took Lance's hand again as they made their way onto the farm grounds.

"What do you want to do first? Pumpkins?" Dalton asked.

"Let's do that last. That way we don't have to lug them around or have to walk out and back to the car. Let's go see the llamas!" Lance said with a big smile.

"You come to a pumpkin patch and the first thing you want to do is look at fucking llamas?" Dalton said in a belittling tone. Despite his tone, he led the way to the llamas.

"And we can pet them!" Lance defended.

"I'm not touching a fucking llama," the man said soundly.

"Will you at least feed the llama?" Lance asked with an annoyed groan.

"Fuck that."

"Are you able to go more than two sentences without saying the word `fuck?'" Lance inquired.

"Of course. I alternate between fuckin', fucker, and fucked."

"Let me rephrase, can you go more than two sentences without saying any variation of the word `fuck'?"

"Spoil all my fuckin' fun why don't you," Dalton muttered.

Lance gave the man a bump with his hip making Dalton snicker.

When the two of them arrived at the petting zoo area, Dalton made his way to a corn dispenser. He released Lance's hand as he pulled out a quarter. He plucked a Dixie cup from the metal cylinder and placed it under the dispenser. When he filled the Dixie cup with corn niblets, with a bored look, he passed the cup to Lance.

Dalton wasn't fooling Lance. He could see the older man trying not to smile.

Lance took the golden kernels gleefully, then gave Dalton quick kiss.

"Thanks, Dal," Lance chirped.

"Yeah, yeah. Go see your fuckin' llamas," again, despite the tone, Dalton was trying not to crack a smile.

The runner walked hastily over to the animals. The llamas were by the short wooden fence, more than willing and ready to be fed.

Aside from the llamas, there were chickens, goats, pigs, ducks, and horses all looking for some corn.

There were a variety of people feeding and petting the animals from children to elderly couples. It didn't take long for Lance to run out of corn. There were too many adorable mouths to feed.

With a pout, Lance reached to pet the llama's neck. The furry animal leaned into the touch. Dalton came up beside the teen, wrapping his left arm around Lance's side. With his far hand, he moved it towards Lance.

He passed Lance two more cups of corn. The cups stacked together to make it for easier handling.

Lance let out a big smile. Before taking the cups, he gave Dalton another kiss on the lips, letting this one linger for a moment.

"Mmm," Dalton moaned as Lance pulled away, "if you kiss me like that over corn, what would you do if I gave you an entire ear of the stuff?"

"Blow you until you erupted like a volcano," Lance said quickly and without hesitation.

"Fuck yes, please!" Dalton hooted excitedly. He moved his lips to kiss the side of Lance's neck as the teen gave the hungry critters more treats.

Once Lance had finished one of the cups, Dalton's cell phone went off.

"It doesn't work?" Lance asked with slight worry.

Dalton pulled his phone out to view the color ID.

"Worse, it's my mom," the man said dryly.

"Why would she be calling you on a Friday? Why is she calling you period?" Lance asked.

"I don't know. I'm going to take it though. I'll be right back," with that, Dalton walked away to answer the call.

Monica Lewis was indeed a unique woman. Lance didn't have too many interactions with the woman, thankfully. Lance was not too fond of her.

Before Nick, Dalton's dad met Lance's mom, Monica ran off with some other guy. She abandoned her husband and son to start another family. To Lance's understanding, her second marriage was to a man she was head over heels in love with. Lance was pretty sure his name had been Mike, but he wasn't certain. Lance never got to meet him. Mike died a few years after they had wed, leaving her pregnant and heartbroken. Lance felt for her on that matter. Losing someone you care about is always hard. She did meet another fellow and had a child with him. Monica is still presently with that guy. Lance met him a couple of times. Carsen. He was okay when he wasn't being an ass.

Nick was angry for nearly a decade after Monica had let them.

As was Dalton.

Lance couldn't help but wonder if that was where all his insecurities and anger issues came from. Lance remember having a conversation with Dalton when they were kids about his mom.

Years ago, Dalton confided in Lance that he missed her. He had cried that night, hurt, not understanding why his mom didn't want him. Lance remember telling him, "I want you. I love having you for a brother."

That night, Dalton stayed in Lance's room as the boy had comforted his older stepbrother. That happened when Lance was five or six, back when they were brotherly, but that had been years ago.

Dalton still carried quite a bit of anger towards her even though he would never admit it. Monica and Dalton's stepdad liked going to the casino to spend money they didn't have. They also liked to go on camping trips to get away from the world. Or as Lance's mom liked to say, to get away from her kids and responsibility.

Monica was reasonable enough that she didn't leave her children home unattended but she was still selfish enough that she didn't let her children stop her from going off on trips with her husband all the time. That is usually when she would call Dalton.

The last time that she had called Dalton to watch over his siblings was like any other weekend. That's how it started anyway.

Chris and Jay, Monica's twin sons from her second marriage, are older. They are almost fifteen if Lance remembered correctly. His younger sister, Kinsley, is eleven.

Dalton watched over them but the twins have gotten more rambunctious since reaching their teen years. They do not have much structure at home which leads them to do whatever they like. Monica doesn't check on their school work, doesn't investigate who they talk to, doesn't check to see what activities they're into.

She isn't much of a parent.

This lack of structure is what led to a disastrous weekend.

Dalton, despite being a douche to Lance for all these years, is a great brother. Lance sees it all the time when Dalton interacts with Mick.

Dalton will check in with their baby brother. He will help him with homework assignments, make sure he has had dinner and will make sure that the youngest Miller gets too bad at a decent hour if it is a school night. If their parents are gone during the week due to business, Dalton will even pack Mick his lunches.

Did he ever pack Lance lunches after Dalton hit his teen years?

`Fuck no!' Lance's internal voice screamed.

Not that Lance was bitter about it or anything...

But this is the type of brother Dalton is to his `blood' siblings.

Dalton treated Chris, Jay, and Kinsley the same way. He took care of them out of a sense of duty and love.

However, since the twins have been acting out, they challenge Dalton's authority regularly. The twins wanted to go out to a party which Dalton agreed to, only if all their school work was done.

Instead of listening to Dalton and doing their homework, they had decided to putz around. Only to sneak out. Dalton wasn't as smart as Carol, but he is far from stupid.

He knew what they had done which pissed him off.

Dalton had called Blaine and Brad, who had been on duty that night, giving them directions on where the twins would be. At the time, Lance had no idea how Dalton knew exactly where they were, but after experiencing this trick first hand, Dalton probably had their phones GPS tracking on his. Like Dalton did for the rest of the family.

Brad and Blaine had broken up the party, after making a dramatic entrance. Then both cops proceeded to bring home the twins. When they returned, Dalton had thanked his coworkers. No sooner were the cops gone; the twins argued with Dalton.

They could not believe that Dalton would embarrass them like that in front of their friends. How dare he abuse his authority. How the heck did Dalton know where they were and so on.

Chris even swung at the older man, which Dalton countered easily, then pinned him to the ground tearing his ass a new one.

Monica was told what happened by Jay because the whimp called her. Then Monica proceeded to tear Dalton a new one. Dalton and she had a heated argument over an hour on the phone.

Dalton yelled at her saying how she was an `unfit, lazy, selfish whore of a mother that would rather get dicked than be a mom.'

It ended with her telling Dalton to leave her house and not to set foot in it again. Monica sent her neighbor to watch over the kids for the rest of the weekend while Dalton left.

That had happened back around Carol's birthday back in March. Monica and Dalton had not breathed a word to each other since and it was now October. Seven months later she was calling him out of the blue?

While Dalton and Monica were not talking, Kinley would call her oldest brother every Wednesday night. Like Mick, Dalton and Kinsley were close and Dalton not being allowed to come visit was upsetting for the preteen.

Jay apologized to Dalton back in April and the two would text. Chris, however, still had yet to reach out to Dalton nor Dalton tried to reach out to him. Dalton had no intentions of apologizing. He just wasn't the type to say sorry especially if he thought he had done nothing wrong.

The man could be very prideful that way.

Lance knew that was something that was bothering him though. No matter how pissed off Dalton was, he was protective of his siblings and liked being on good terms with them.

Lance's dad tried talking to his ex-wife on Dalton's behalf but that ended in an argument.

Lance finished feeding the furry critters in the pen. He walked over to the dispenser, placing the Dixie cups back in the dispenser.

Recycling was something Lance did his best to do. The teen then stuck his hand under a sanitizer dispenser that was conveniently next to the trash can.

Lance turned to walk over to Dalton as he rubbed the sanitizer into his hands. When the teen arrived beside him, Dalton was hanging up his phone.

"I didn't realize you two were talking again," Lance said.

"We weren't. That's the first time she has called me since March," the cop provided Lance with a sad smile.

Dalton grabbed the teen's hand, lacing their fingers together, as the walked away from the petting zoo area.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't want to ruin our date," Dalton said quietly.

"That wouldn't ruin our date, Dal. I know your siblings are important to you and you've missed them. If you want to talk about it, I'll listen," Lance encouraged.

They walked slowly together. Dalton thinking things over in his head as children ran past them to go pet the animals.

"Can we talk about it later? I rather focus on us having a good time," the man finally said.

"Later is fine. Do you want to go on the hayride?" the teen asked with a smile.

"You're such a child," Dalton chuckle.

"You have sex with me. If I'm a child, does that make you a pedophile?" Lance teased.

"Shut the fuck up! You were eighteen when we banged!" Dalton hissed.

"Barely," Lance muttered.

"That's not funny! Do you want to go on the fucking hayride or not?!"

"Yes, please!" Lance cheered.

"Then shut your pie hole!" Dalton replied sticking out his tongue.

The two arrived at the large wagon of hay that was attached to a tractor. Since there was no line, the attendant let both men on to take a seat immediately.

The hay outlined the wagon edges as well as having two bales in the center. Some people were sitting sporadically on the wagon waiting for the ride to begin.

Dalton sat down first on a bale the was in the center with Lance sitting beside him. The teen re-clasped their hands together casually. Lance could see Dalton smile out of the corner of his eye but didn't say anything.

Sitting catty-corner from them was a couple and their daughter. The young girl wore a purple Cinderella coat and was no more than six or seven.

The girl kept making side glances without trying to be noticeable while her mom and dad chatted. Lance tried to pay her no mind but he kept catching glimpses of her staring at them. She scooted closer to the two men as subtly as she could.

"Are you two married?" the girl asked suddenly.

Both Lance and Dalton turned to look at her not prepared for the sudden question.

"Elisabeth! That's rude!" her mother said quickly.

"Lizzy!" her dad scolded.

"I am so sorry!" the woman said immediately. Through her dark complexion, Lance could see her blushing deeply.

Dalton laughed at the family.

"Nothing to be sorry for," Dalton said.

The cop turned his attention to the girl before speaking, "no, we are not married. He is my boyfriend."

Lance unintentionally tensed up at the word. It was still going to take time to get used to that word.

"Oh! Do you want to marry him?" the girl asked.

"Elisabeth!" her mother cried out again.

"I don't know yet. Maybe. He is a good man," Dalton replied.

"What have we said about talking to strangers?" her dad reprimanded giving her a stern look.

The girl looked at her dad but then turned back to Dalton.

"Daddy says I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," she said sullenly.

"Your daddy is a smart man. He just wants to keep you safe. I go to schools to talk to kids about stranger danger."

"You do?!" Elisabeth questioned wide-eyed.

"I do. I am a police officer. I am the one you call when you have an emergency."

"9-1-1!" the child said happily.

"You're very smart. That is the number you call and I'll be there," Dalton praised.

"Is your boyfriend a cop too? Are you a cop?" Elisabeth questioned.

"No, I'm a student," Lance laughed.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I haven't given it much thought, to be honest. Maybe computer forensics or maybe be a marine biologist," Lance replied.

"What are those?"

"Computer forensics is used to catch criminals. Marine biologist study marine life. Like coral, whales-"

"And dolphins?!"

Lance chuckled at her excitement.

"Very good! Dolphins too."

Lance and Elisabeth continued talking about different animals from the sea. The young girl liking the idea of marine biology. Well, more so for the animal aspect and not so much the science end.

"I'm Kathrine," the woman said.

"I'm Bob," Katherine's husband joined.

"Dalton," the cop said, "and this is Lance."

He let go of Lance's hand to lean over and shake hands with Bob and Katherine.

Elisabeth kept talking about dolphins. How cute they were and how smart they were. She was making Lance laugh with her adorable comments.

"She loves dolphins and turtles," the girl's mother said to Dalton.

"Lance does, too. He loves beavers. He has this stuffed beaver he keeps in his room. He has had since he was a kid," Dalton chuckled.

Lance's face didn't show signs of reaction from revealing Senor Gary's existence but the teen slyly dug his elbow into Dalton's side without Elisabeth noting.

Dalton didn't react to Lance's assault in front of the small family but the man did reach over and painfully grip the teen's hand.

"How old is she?" Dalton asked motion his head towards Elisabeth.

"She just turned six," Bob replied.

"She is very friendly," Dalton said with a chuckle.

"Don't we know it! We have had several talks with her about it. She will strike up a conversation with anyone that is within earshot," Katherine laughed.

"You said you were a cop? Are you local?" Bob asked.

"No. I'm from one county over in Ross Township, Lake County," Dalton replied.

"That is a nice area. How long have you been on the force?" Katherine inquired.

"Almost two years. I'll have my associates in criminology this winter. Then I'll be going on to get my bachelors," Dalton explained.

"That is very exciting, man! What do you plan to do with your degree? Do you plan to stay on the force?" Bob asked.

"I haven't decided. I love what I do but I haven't thought much about where I go from there. I figure earning a bachelor in the field I love was a good place to start."

"For sure," Katherine smiled, "I'm sure your town appreciates your service."

"Your boyfriend seems to be good with kids. Have you guys thought about children," Bob inquired.

"Oh my god, Bob! This is where our daughter gets it from, you know! She is a super snoop like you!" Katherine scolded.

"What?" Bob questioned.

"I'm sorry for my husband," Katherine apologized, he eyes revealing that she was horrified at her outspoken husband.

Dalton laughed at their exchange of words.

"That's fine. If he could, I would've knocked him up by now," Dalton replied with his devil's smirk.

"I get it, man. That's exactly what happened here. Then I knew I had to put a ring on it," Bob laughed giving his own smirk.

"Bob!" Katherine hissed slapping his arm.

Katherine continued to scold him as the hayride came to an end.

"Come along sweetie, we need to go pick out our pumpkins," Katherine said still fuming at her husband.

She turned to Lance and Dalton, proving them with a sincere smile, "It was nice meeting you both."

"Bye guys," Bob smiled giving a nod of his head.

"Bye!" Elisabeth waved excitedly.

"Bye," both men waved as the rose from their seats.

They stepped off the wagon watching as the family of three made their way to the pumpkin patch.

"I can't believe you," Lance muttered shaking his head.

"What?" Dalton asked innocently.

"Telling complete strangers about Senor Gary!"

"I thought you weren't embarrassed about having a stuffed animal that you sleep with?"

"I am not embarrassed by Senor Gary and I do not sleep with him!" Lance defended.

"When you're upset or scared you still do. I actually do pay attention to the shit you do you know."

"Then there was telling complete strangers that if I was a woman you would have knocked me up already!" Lance continued.

"What of it? If you were able, I would have knocked you up by now. It defiantly would have been on purpose, too."

Lance hadn't been paying attention to where Dalton was leading him but there had separated quite a bit from the crowd. They were near a cornfield with only a wagon sitting there. This wagon must have been used for hayrides as well because it had the bails arranged on it but one of the tires were missing.

"What do you mean it would have been on purpose? And what are we doing here?" Lance demanded.

Dalton glanced around quickly to see if anyone was paying attention to them. When he was satisfied no one was, he led them up the steps.

"Hello!" Lance huffed.

"We came here for some privacy so shut the fuck up," Dalton grumbled.

When they were on the three-wheeled structure, they moved towards the front of the wagon.

"You mean-"

"Yeah, lay down," Dalton said palming the front of his jeans.

"Seriously? This place is crawling with kids!"

"Hurry your ass then!"

"I am not doing it at a pumpkin patch!" Lance complained.

The teen turned to walk away but Dalton caught his arm, pulling him against him.

"Come on! I'll be quick," Dalton begged.

"You're always quick. Two-pump chump," Lance chuckled.

"Fuckin' rude," Dalton said unimpressed.

Lance merely shrugged his shoulders with a sweet smile.

"The sooner we start, the sooner we finish. I'm horny," Dalton mumbled in Lance's ear.

"You're always horny," Lance shot back but stopped resisting.

"Yeah, so take care of your man," Dalton moaned as he humped his groin against Lance's posterior.

"Dalton," Lance whined trying to break free feebly.

"Come on, boyfriend. Put out," Dalton ordered.

Dalton snaked his hands around Lance.

Dalton was moving them towards the floor of the wagon to move them out of sight.

"Come on, seriously," Lance continued to whine.

Dalton moved an arm off of Lance to smack his ass, making the teen yelp.

"You know I am fuckin' serious!"

"I'm still annoyed with you."

"That's fine. Be annoyed with me while I'm balls deep," Dalton laughed at his comment.

"You know people who laugh at their own jokes are considered to be nerds, right?" Lance asked.

The older man ignored the teen.

Instead, Dalton laid Lance on his back then moved on top of him, crashing their lips together.

"Mmm," the older man groaned.

Lance returned the kiss. He brought his arms up to grip Dalton's hips.

Dalton was supporting himself with his forearm to the floor. His other arm busied itself with undoing his fly.

When Dalton had his fly undone, he pressed his groin into Lance's roughly.

The teen moaned in response.

He loved feeling the cop's hardon rubbed against his own.

Dalton broke the kiss to order, "undo your pants, babe."

Dalton sat up, fishing his cock out of his boxers. The older man pulled out a packet of lube from his pants pocket.

Lance wondered how much Dalton had spent on those little lube packets. The guy always seemed to have a couple on-hand.

Lance was uncomfortable completely removing his pants. What if he needed to make a quick getaway?

The runner settled for undoing his belt and fly. He pulled his pants down past his cheeks to expose his hole but that was as far as they were coming off. Lance rolled over onto his stomach.

"Fuck that, move so I can see your face," Dalton commanded, giving Lance's ass cheek a smack.

"Ouch! No way! That is not happening, Dalton! There are too many people around,"

Dalton covered his body over Lances. He pawed at the teen's sides. The man moved his face next to Lance's ear.

"This will be our first time fucking as legit boyfriends. Let me see your face," Dalton explained.

"I am not taking off my pants," Lance stated firmly.

Dalton craned his neck to reach Lance's lips. He sloppily kissed Lance, licking at his lips.

The cop had lubed up his fingers already, moving them to Lance's entrance.

Dalton inserted two fingers in, sinking his digits into the last knuckles.

"Fuck," Lance moaned out loudly," you could have started with one!"

Dalton didn't reply verbally, he instead, licked the teen's lips as he moaned loudly.

Eagerness got the better of Dalton. He started finger fucking the teen deeply. Bending and twisting his digits to open Lance up, to make him squirm.

Dalton located the teen's inner gland, pressing hard into it.

"Oh fuck," Lance nearly yelled, "fuck."

"You gonna let me fuck you?" Dalton grunted, pressing his fingers repeatedly into the teen.

"Yes," Lance moaned out. He turned his head away, resting it on the floor.

"Nuh-uh, bring your mouth back to me," Dalton ordered.

"Dal," Lance moaned out annoyed but followed the command all the same.

When Lance's face was close enough, Dalton went back to kissing the teen.

"Mmm," Lance moaned into Dalton's mouth.

"Mmm-hmm," Dalton moaned right back.

The cop pushed his fingers in roughly one last time to the hilt. He shook his fingers back and forth quickly making Lance groan again.

Dalton broke the kiss to ask, "You ready to be fucked, baby boy?"

"Fuck me," Lance ordered.

The older man snickered at the desperate sound the runner made.

"Turn over," Dalton said.

"Dal-"

"Do it, babe," Dalton said patiently.

Lance sighed, rolling his eyes as he rolled over onto his back.

"You close? Because I am ready to nut."

"Yeah, it won't take me long," Lance confirmed. Lance went ahead and removed his hoody, not wanting to get spunk on it.

When Lance was on his back, Dalton worked away Lance's jeans. He pulled off just the right pant leg but left the teen's other pant leg on him. Dalton did the same with the teen's underwear.

When that was to the man's satisfaction, he grabbed the lube packet to apply the fluid to himself.

Dalton's erection stood out proud ready to start its probing.

When he was lubed, Dalton positioned himself between Lance's legs.

Lance spread his legs, raising them some to give Dalton better access.

"That's fucking hot," Dalton moaned above Lance.

"What?" the teen asked with a puzzled look.

"You. I think it is fucking hot when you spread your legs for me. I don't even have to tell you. You just do it," Dalton replied with lust.

Dalton kissed the teen as he lined up his cock.

With a nip at Lance's lip, Dalton pressed the head of his cock at Lance's hold. With some light resistance, the head popped in making Lance gasp. When Dalton had the head in, he didn't wait. He sank his entire length in the teen. Piercing the flesh with his member.

"Mmm," Lance moaned.

Dalton didn't give him time to adjust. He went right into pending the young man.

With each thrust in, Lance moaned out feeling the burning sting.

"-ing ish-" Dalton said into Lance's mouth.

Lance pulled his head back to ask, "what?"

"I said, `fucking gorgeous' now come back," Dalton collided their mouths together again to resume his kiss.

The man had his body covering the teen's again. Dalton's groin would lose contact only for a moment before mashing back into Lance.

Dalton went into overdrive. Slamming his moist pubic area into Lance's rear. All the while, Lance was moaning loudly into Dalton. His arms gripping at the older man's back, hair, arms, wherever he could touch Dalton. Despite the crisp fall air, Dalton was getting sweaty.

"Dude, that dude is pounding the shit out of the other dude," a random voice rang from the end of the wagon.

Dalton broke his kiss to send a hateful glare at the owners. The man used a hand to move Lance's face away from view. Dalton kept his hand on Lance's face to keep him covered.

Lance began to push Dalton away, but the man wasn't having it.

Two guys, no older than Lance stood there gawking. One over six-foot, blonde, and pale. The other guy was shorter, bleached-blonde hair, and a darker complexion.

Dalton let his voice drop an octave to come off more threating, "get the fuck out of here before I beat your fucking asses!" Dalton snarled dangerously, without losing his thrusting pace.

The guys didn't need to be told twice. Lance has been on the receiving end of Dalton's threats. The man could be very menacing.

Both guys scurried away cursing and laughing.

"I told you!" Lance hissed.

Lance removed the man's hand from his face and smacked his arm, "I could fucking kill you!"

"Forget them. They're gone, baby boy. It's just you and me," Dalton cooed.

"You fuck- mmm!"

Dalton returned his lips to Lance's. Dalton used his spare had to grip at Lance's length, rubbing him roughly.

"Mmm," Lance moaned again.

Dalton could tell he was close. He kept rubbing the younger man in his hand and used his spear to pound away at the teen's hole.

Lance pulled his head back moaning, "I'm coming!"

"Fucking spew it!" Dalton felt Lance's cock contracting in his hand.

Lance's warm seed covering Dalton's hand. The teen's load spurted onto the teen's shirt

"Fuck, fuck," Dalton groaned.

He couldn't hold the feeling in his balls back any longer. Dalton gave one final shove unloading into the runner.

Dalton collapsed onto the teen, out of breath. His eyes were closed while he lazily gave the teen kisses.

"I'm still going to kill you for those guys catching us," Lance muttered contently.

Dalton responded with a hearty laugh.

After about ten minutes of lying there, Dalton moved from Lance. He removed himself from the teen, grunting when the head of his cock popped out. Dalton tucked himself away and Lance put his pants back on but they didn't leave. They relaxed enjoying the open air. Both men were laying on their backs, holding hands. They stayed like that for nearly fifteen minutes, until Dalton broke the silence.

"Do you know why I said I'd have knocked you up by now?" Dalton asked the teen.

Lance shook his head at the randomness of his stepbrother, saying, "No. Why?"

"If I knocked you up and we had a kid together, I'd always have a claim on you. As mine. As soon as you'd give birth to our kid, I would knock you up again immediately. There would be no question as to whose bitch you'd be," Dalton explained.

"Seriously?" Lance said with an annoyed look.

"That and..." Dalton looked over to Lance, the runner returning the gaze, "...that and there would be a less chance of you leaving me if we had a kid together. I know you. If you had a kid with someone, you would bend over backward to make it work with the other parent for the kid's sake."

Lance let out a sigh.

It was almost a sweet thought; however, Lance was refusing to admit that. The man was so insecure and afraid of Lance running off that he thought a kid was the best option at keeping a partner. This is what concerned Lance about Dalton. This level of insecurity and control. Lance refused to be one of those couples where his freedom was restricted because of a paranoid partner.

"That is one of the worst reasons to have a kid, you know that, right? Couples that have kids in hopes that will salvage a relationship...it doesn't work. That isn't fair to the child."

"I know that! I can't help it. How can I? When there is some mystery man that is snooping around your hole trying to fuck it," Dalton grumbled.

"Dalton, I-"

"Wait, what?! He was that paranoid of you running off with me?" Brad asked with laughter, interrupting Lance's story.

The pair were still in bed relaxing. Brad was resting his torso on Lance's. His hand rubbing the teen's side.

"You've met him. Of course, he was that paranoid. It drove him buts that he couldn't figure out who you were. He was convinced it was Cooper I was sleeping with," Lance explained, stroking Brad's hair.

"Hey, the guy is a stud. I am not big on being a bottom. That shit hurts. But I would consider bottoming for him. As I'v said, he is a fucking stud."

"Do you need me to leave you alone with his picture while you relieve yourself?" Lance asked with a chuckle.

Brad gave the teen a playful pat then kissed him on his chest.

"I'm just saying. I am perfectly happy hanging with you, boy," Brad laughed, "but tell me honestly, have you ever let him fuck you?"

"Oh my god! You are as bad as Dalton! No! Never!" Lance claimed.

"Have you ever blown him?"

"No!"

"Jerked him off? Jerked off with him?" Brad continued wiggling his eyebrows.

"Never!" Lance answered honestly.

"Have you ever jerked off thinking about him?"

"Not once! He is like my brother! That's too weird thinking of him in that way."

"Fuck you! You're lying!" Brad laughed.

"The hell I am! It would be like you jerking off to your cousin. Are you saying you would beat your meat to her even though she is like your sister?" Lance challenged.

"Okay, okay. I get it," Brad admitted defeat.

"Continue your story," Brad offered.

"I know, you said you aren't sleeping with him. I believe you but can you honestly tell me, if he had the chance, he wouldn't take it to bone you?" Dalton questioned seriously.

Lance couldn't answer that. Dalton had him there. Brad would sleep with the runner again at the drop of a coin. He wouldn't care if Lance had a boyfriend or not. He'd actually love to sleep with Lance while he was dating Dalton, just so he could rub it in the man's face.

"See! You can't!" Dalton yelled.

"You're right. He would but that is where you need to have trust in me and trust that I wouldn't do that to you."

"Just like you wouldn't do that to Ryan?"

"That is not fair and you know it!"

"We were sneaking around behind his back the entire time you two were dating!"

"You couldn't take no'' for an answer. Did I not tell you no' every time?"

"What the fuck ever. You know you wanted me to fuck you as much as I wanted to bone you," Dalton scoffed.

"That is not the point! God, you are so aggravating! You have to be right about everything even when you're wrong!"

"Fuck you!" Dalton spat,

"Fuck you! Lance hissed right back.

Both men laid there letting silence take over. In the distance, children laughing could be heard. The tractor for they hayride disappearing in the distance was also present. Lance thought the argument was over, which he was thankful for.

"Why not just tell me who it is?!" Dalton whined.

`Guess it's not over yet," Lance thought.

"We set ground rules, for this reason, Dalton," Lance stated.

"Laaance," Dalton whined.

Lance couldn't believe it.

Dalton literally whined like a two-year-old. The twenty-two-year-old man sounded like a toddler crying for a toy in the store.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" the teen asked with disbelief.

"No," Dalton pouted.

Lance shook his head in disbelief. He rose from his spot, resting on his knees. Lance pivoted to straddle Dalton over his waist.

He leaned down giving Dalton a kiss.

"Mmm," the man moaned from below Lance.

Lance placed both his hands on Dalton's clothed-covered stomach. As they kissed, Lance slowly moved his hands up until they reached the cop's neck. Lance applied some pressure.

Breaking the kiss Lance said, "the agreement was I don't bring up my past flings and you don't bring up yours. We agreed to that. Don't break our fucking arrangement."

Lance leaned down to give him one final kiss. Dalton moved his head as far as he could to meet Lance's lips. The contact was too brief for Dalton because as soon as their lips made contact, Lance pulled back.

Dalton let out a grunt as Lance gripped the man's neck just a touch tighter before getting off of Dalton completely.

"Fuck," Dalton whined again.

Dalton laid on the wooden floor, placing his hands behind his head. By doing this, it lifted his sweater up enough to reveal the bottom of his abs as well as letting his treasure trail peak out. Lance loved the coarse hair that surrounds the man's belly button then made its way down to Dalton's pants.

Lance stood there checking out Dalton.

Dalton had been going to the gym even more than what he had been doing. How he found the time, Lance wasn't sure but the man's efforts were showing.

Dalton had an erection again. It clearly made his jeans tent. Lance loved that all he had to do was give the man a kiss to give him a boner.

Lance liked Dalton's cock. A lot. It was slim, but it had length. That's not to say he didn't love Brad's girth.

Dalton noticed the teen's gaze on him. He smirked arrogantly at his younger stepbrother.

"Checking me out again?" Dalton smugly asked.

"My boyfriend may be a whiney child but he is fine," Lance said with a quirked eyebrow, "I thought you liked it when I eye fucked you."

"I fucking love it," Dalton confirmed. He palmed his tenting jeans saying, "it makes me hot knowing you want this."

The man rose to his feet to stand next to Lance. He gave Lance a quick kiss and provided the teen a slap on the ass.

"Call me that again," Dalton murmured when he pulled away from Lance.

"Whiney child," Lance teased.

"You know what I meant, fucker!"

"My boyfriend," Lance said quietly.

"Again," Dalton purred.

"Boyfriend," Lance whispered.

Dalton kissed the younger man again. He pressed his body against the teen's, pressing his boner into Lance's hip.

The pair eventually made their way off the wagon. Dalton and Lance walked through the property's garden.

Since it was October, most of the blooms were gone. In their stead, were dozens upon dozens of beautiful mums. Ranging from different colors with sweet smells.

They came across a stage that had different bands playing near the food vendors and picnic tables. Dalton bought Lance's lunch and they sat listening to the music while they ate.

One band played alternate rock which Dalton loved. A different band played Shania Twain. Lance's all-time favorite artist. While Lance sang along, Dalton couldn't help but roll his eyes at his boyfriend.

While they ate, Katherine, Bob, and Elisabeth showed up for lunch as well. Dalton invited them to join Lance and himself.

"We'd love to, man," Bob agreed with a handsome smile.

"We'll be back in a flash," Katherine said.

The couples ate and chatted. Elisabeth talked to Lance some more about dolphins and turtles. When Lance wasn't talking to Elisabeth he was chatting with Katherine about movies, games, and Halloween.

Bob and Dalton chatted about their jobs and the two of them bonded over South Park. Dalton loved that show and so did Bob apparently.

Katherine snapped a couple of pictures of Lance and Dalton per Lance's request. She used Lance's phone to take one with Dalton pushing Lance away. Another one where they were both looking at the camera smiling brightly.

Lance liked that one a lot. Dalton was good-looking but he was exceptionally handsome when he smiled sincerely.

She also took one where the two were kissing each other. The last one was of Lance laughing as Dalton grabbed a hold of Lance's face, giving him a sloppy kiss partially on his lips and partially on his cheek.

Before the couples parted, Bob and Dalton exchanged numbers saying the four of them should go on a double date soon which Dalton agreed to enthusiastically.

After they separated, Lance and Dalton decided to swing by the gift shop. Lance picked out some homemade fudge and caramel popcorn. Dalton didn't pick out anything. He was never big on sweets nor was he big on trinkets.

They walked out of the shop making their way to the pumpkin patch. They spent nearly an hour in the patch. Lance took pumpkin hunting very seriously. The teen was looking for one that was just the right shade of orange. The stem had to have both length and girth, not to mention it had to be firm. The pumpkin needed to be round. Not oval or misshaped.

Dalton found it comical as Lance inspected the pumpkins. Dalton took a grand total of three minutes to find his pumpkin.

When Lance found his perfect pumpkin, they made their way out to the car.

Dalton opened the trunk to his vehicle with his remote key. The guys put their pumpkins in the trunk and entered the car. Dalton, like earlier, opened the door for Lance.

Lance smiled and thanked him. Once the teen was seated, Dalton closed the door for him.

Dalton entered the car sitting in the driver's seat. He didn't start the car but looked over to Lance with a smile.

"Did you have a good time?" Dalton asked.

Lance smiled, leaned over and gave Dalton a kiss.

"With the exception of those asshats busting us, yes. I had a great time. You?" Lance asked.

"I had a blast," Dalton replied.

Dalton leaned back over to give Lance a kiss. The teen met him halfway, meeting his lips.

"Mmm," Dalton moaned.

The man brought his hand up to caress Lance's cheek, bringing him closer.

There they sat making out with each other. Dalton kissing and sucking on the teen's lip. Lance mimicking what Dalton was doing. Both men gripping at each other's arms and sides. Even though the air was cool the sun beaming into the car was heating the interior causing the guys to sweat. Lance felt his nostrils flare smelling Dalton's natural, sweaty, musky smell. The pair continued making out for nearly twenty minutes.

Dalton moved his seat back and reclined it. He started undoing his pants. His leaking dick rock hard from the make-out session.

"Dalton, in the parking lot?!" Lance asked in disbelief.

"Fuck, yeah. Come on, baby boy. Get on me," Dalton coerced.

Lance shook his head at the man.

"Take your pants off, baby," Dalton ordered.

"I swear to god, if we get busted, again, I am cutting off your fucking balls," the teen threatened.

Dalton only smirked as he shucked off his pants and underwear. He moved his body down the seat just a little bit to give Lance room to sit on his lap.

Lance removed his shoes along with his pants and underwear. He could not believe he was about to do this. In public. Again.

Dalton was such a bad influence.

"Come here," Dalton huskily grunted.

The man was slowly jerking off his stiff cock.

Lance sighed, maneuvering over to the driver's side, facing Dalton.

Dalton cracked open another lube packet and applied it to himself.

Lance moved to kiss his boyfriend.

Dalton enjoying Lance's soft lips collided with his own. Kissing slowly, Dalton applied the lube to his throbbing cock.

Dalton's stiffy sought out Lance's hole. When the blunt head found its target, Dalton shove in with full force.

Lance still had Dalton's load shoved deep in him. It made the penetration loudly auditable and wet sounding. Dalton grunted like an animal, loving the sloppy sound Lance's hole made.

"Oh, god," Lance moaned out at the intrusion. A familiar burn returning to Lance's chute. With the teen being completely impaled again, he realized he was a bit sore from their earlier coupling.

"God, fucking damn it! I love fucking you with my own sloppy seconds. So, fucking slutty. I love it!" Dalton moaned.

"Shut up and fuck me," Lance ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Dalton laughed loudly.

The cop went at full speed not waiting for Lance to adjust. He figured he didn't have to wait since he had already pried opened the runner's hole not even two hours ago.

He hastily dicked Lance, generating grotesque sloshy sounds.

The teen gripped the seat moaning out Dalton's name as he pounded the teen's ass.

"Fuck yes, Dal," Lance moaned out.

Lance was sure the car was shaking violently. If anyone walked by, they were going to be in for a sight.

"Fuck!" Dalton yelled out.

He shoved in a few more times as his cock unloaded its second load into the teen.

"God you're amazing," Dalton whimpered, enjoying the feeling of his balls draining into tight heat.

Lance kissed the man below him as his orgasm finished.

A few more spurts and Dalton's penis was spent. Two loads in two hours and he was a happy man. Lance, however, was still hard.

Lance broke the kiss to lean back, giving his cock a few strokes. Lance gazed lustily into Dalton's eyes.

"Suck it," the teen commanded.

Dalton didn't say a word against it. He sat up as much as he could with a grunt, bringing his lips to the teen's organ. He opened wide taking in teen cock.

Dalton used as much suction as he could to pleasure Lance. He liked when the teen sucked hard on his cock so he figured Lance would like it in turn.

Judging from the moaning, Dalton guessed correctly.

The man caught a taste of precum or come from the prior load that Lance had shot on the wagon. Dalton wasn't sure which.

Dalton sucked and licked at Lance cock. Swirling his tongue around the teen's piss slit. Another move that Dalton loved. It always made him moan when Lance tongued his piss slit.

The older man was still getting used to the taste of sperm. It was something he honestly thought he would never taste. The thought may have crossed his mind out of curiosity but he didn't expect to experience it.

"Yes, babe," Lance moaned out.

The teen said it before he could stop himself. Calling Dalton `babe' sounded weird to the teen but that was something he would contemplate later. He was enjoying the amateur blowjob he was getting.

Lance went to lean his head back, however, the car ceiling stopped him from moving it.

"Keep sucking, Dal. I'm going to come," Lance moaned.

Lance was gently thrusting into Dalton's warm mouth.

Dalton felt his nose collide with Lance's groin and his trimmed pubes.

"Fuck," Lance grunted out.

His orgasm started with powerful spurts into Dalton's mouth. The older man collecting the seed in his mouth and trying not to gag. Sperm most certainly had a distinct taste and texture.

"Fuck," Lance moaned out again.

As his balls emptied his load in Dalton's mouth, he felt his hole contracting. During the contractions, Lance could feel Dalton's load seeping from his hole on the relaxed portion of the contraction.

Dalton gripped the teen's hips as his orgasm subsided. Once Dalton got the last few drops out of Lance's meat, he swallowed the teen's load.

The cop looked up to see the look of ecstasy on Lance's face.

"How was that, baby boy?"

"I loved it," Lance replied dreamily.

Dalton laughed at his boyfriend's reaction.

"Come here," Lance moaned.

Lance moved his head down as Dalton's moved his up until their lips met.

"Overall it was a good first date," Lance said.

"Except for that little tiff you two had," Brad smarted off.

"That is just Dalton. He always has to argue about something," Lance explained.

"Yeah, yeah. Enough about Dalton. I am ready to fuck again," Brad growled rolling on top of Lance.

"You're always ready to fuck," the teen laughed.

"Fuck yeah! Get a condom out my drawer."

Lance laughed but eagerly reached for a condom. He loved getting dicked by Brad.

Hello Friends!

A special shout out to Nelson! This fan-made a fanart of my characters!! I absolutely love it! Thank you, Nelson, for taking the time to draw that. It is both amazing and flattering!

We are closing in on to the final chapter, number fifteen! As always, please feel free to email me. I love hearing from all of you! I also love hearing from where in the world you are from!

As some of you know, Douche or the Beast was not the original storyline. These characters were, in fact secondary from a separate story I had. I decided not to write the original because I felt it was too mushy and I found the guys [Lance, Brad, and Dalton] more interesting which is why I chose them.

However, some of you have requested to see where Lance, Dalton, and Brad were born from. Well, I have complied with this wish! You will find the original series, `Jock with the Cheerleader, How Cliché' here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/jock-with-the-cheerleader

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