Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 33 By David Lee
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Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. Most of the places mentioned, and none of the characters exist in real life. Some may possess physical or personality characteristics of people I know or have known. But if you see yourself in this story, your imagination is better than mine!
"Tales from Bentonville" is a romantic story centering on the lives of high school kids. Lovers of other ages may appear, but not normally in a cross-generational sense. References to sex with under-age kids may be made for the sake of the story line. However, I feel that child molestation is a crime and should not be glorified or tolerated.
This is my fifth attempt at writing fiction. My other stories on Nifty include: "Zeke" (August 29, 2005), "Always and Forever" (March 25, 2004) under High School, "Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip" (April 23, 2004) under Camping, and "Jacob and Jacques" (May 5, 2004) under High School. Some characters from previous stories may have cameo roles in this one. However, you need not read them first.
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Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 33
On Thursday morning, two very sleepy, but excited boys dragged their young asses out of bed and into the bathroom. They pissed together before climbing into the shower. Their morning clean-up remained pretty much on task because they had awakened late and didn't have time to play.
After a hasty breakfast of cold cereal, milk, and orange juice, they climbed into Greta's car for her to drive them to school.
"I called my secretary to say that I would not be as early as usual. There's no sense in having all of us late. I think that we can get you there before the first bell."
Greta was correct as usual. The boys had time to go to their locker and to get the right notebooks stuffed into their backpacks before running off to homeroom. They had to tell everyone about the new babies. They couldn't wait to show the digital pictures that they had printed off after they got home the night before.
The girls oohed and aahed over the babies. Seeing photos of the Johnson cousins holding the tiny infants made the young ladies see them as potential daddies. It was going to be harder and harder to hold off the advances of the fair sex.
The homeroom teacher let the talking go on well after the bell rang. She was interested in hearing about Dane's new siblings too. She had grown up with DJ and had secretly lusted over him for years. These would have been her babies if she had had her way.
Excitement over the twins helped to take the spotlight off of Cory Fordham. He was happy that the kids had some other things to occupy their minds. That way they wouldn't be wondering how he was able to go to the bathroom in his condition.
Many of Cory's classes were the same as Dan's. That helped. Dan had been correct in his prediction about the girl's wanting to feed Cory his lunch. There was nearly a cat fight over who got to do it. They finally agreed to take turns. Dan felt like a referee. He grinned as he thought about coming to school tomorrow with a whistle and stopwatch. He just might do that. Meanwhile, Cory was eating up the attention about as fast as he was ingesting the food.
Cory's teachers were supportive to the point of doting. He was a good-looking kid and a popular athlete. Guys like that often get breaks.
All in all, his return to school went well. Dan took him to the nurse's office after lunch to help him empty his bladder. Cory started to firm up when Dan shook the drops off of his penis. He was blushing, but fortunately didn't have a full-blown erection before Dan got him zipped up again. He was thankful that Dan seemed to be cool about it. He wondered if Dan actually liked messing around with another guy like they had in the shower. Well, it wasn't too bad from Cory's perspective. Dan had really helped him last night.
Cory wasn't going to worry about getting hard in front of the guy who was both his buddy and nurse. He would even welcome some more sex-play. The reason he didn't get up-tight about it was the fact that he had gotten hard while the girls were feeding him. Hell, he got hard most of the time. Almost anything short of conjugating verbs would give him an erection at this point in his life. He knew that he liked girls in that way; he wondered if maybe he liked guys a little too. He guessed that it wouldn't be all that bad if he did.
When school was out that afternoon, Dane and Colton went home to Greta's house to have a short nap before doing their homework. They were both pretty fried from the late night at the hospital.
Before they got to their room, they checked the phone messages. There was one from DJ telling them about the first day with the new twins. The babies were doing fine. They had both gotten the hang of nursing and had slept a lot that day. Ellen was scheduled to come home the next day barring any complications.
Dane called his mother's room at the hospital so that he could spend a few minutes catching up. He put on the speaker phone which allowed Colt to join in on the conversation.
Then, the boys stripped off their clothes and climbed into bed. Dane set the alarm in his watch for 45 minutes to prevent them from over-sleeping. They had several things to do before Grandma came home.
As was their custom, the boys snuggled naked under the covers. It wasn't about sex, but about intimacy. Neither got an erection, but both felt loved.
When they awakened, they kissed for a little while. But, since there was homework and dinner to deal with, they didn't fool around as much as they would have liked.
Greta came home around 5:30 to the smell of dinner cooking in the oven. She was pleased to see that the kitchen was clean and that the boys were finishing their lessons for the next day.
At dinner, Greta asked the boys if they knew a responsible person with a license who would be willing to drive to Cosgrove and back so that she could leave the minivan for DJ and Ellen to drive home in. The boys got a hold of Alex who said that he and Joel would be happy to help, but that they had a really big test the next day. Allen didn't have the same class, so he volunteered to play chauffeur and his mother gave him her big Buick to use.
On the way to the hospital, the boys rode with Allen. Greta suggested it because she knew that they wanted to, but that they wouldn't say so because they didn't want her to feel left out.
"I'm really happy to do this," Allen stated. "Alex and Joel said that you are special friends ever since Christmas break. He said you guys really bonded on that flight to Chicago."
The boys blushed in the dim light of the car's interior. They weren't sure how much Alex had told Allen about his relationship with Joel. They wondered if Allen knew about them. They certainly weren't ready to face being outed at school.
"Umm, yeah, we have become pretty close," Dane admitted. "They're really nice. It's great to see them become such good friends."
"I guess that you know how close they are." Allen thought aloud.
"Are you okay with that?" Colt chimed in.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Does it bother you?"
"Uh, no," the cousins said in unison.
"You're really cool," Dane continued. "It must be great to have a twin who is really close to you."
"I'm thinking that cousins can be nearly as close," Allen smirked knowingly.
Though their conversation turned to other things, Dane and Colton got the feeling that Allen knew about them and was trying to tell them he was okay with it. They felt like the world might not end -- even if they got pushed out of their closet.
Greta and the boys didn't stay too long visiting Ellen. She was obviously tired, but radiant at the same time. Dane thought that she looked more beautiful than she ever had. He thought that his dad looked even younger than usual. Something about having two new children made them both glow.
On the return trip, Greta sat in front with Allen while the boys sat in back surreptitiously holding hands. Allen caught them at it once when he looked in the rearview mirror while passing under a bright streetlight. He smiled.
During lunch the next day at school, Derek Carver (who had been John Tracewell's buddy before John changed) decided to give Jerry some crap.
"Hey Sucksdick, why don't you meet me in the locker room after school?" I've got this problem than needs taken care of," he snickered as he grabbed his crotch suggestively.
Jerry looked at Derek with a steely glance and flipped him off. It made Derek angry to see the kid standing up for himself. He couldn't haul off and hit Jerry in front of everyone in the cafeteria, so he decided to threaten him with bodily harm.
John overheard the conversation and went to Jerry's aid as he had in the past. The exchange that followed sounded all too familiar. But last time, Derek had backed down pretty quickly. This time, he showed no signs of doing so.
"Leave him alone, Derek," John said menacingly.
"Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it, loser?"
"Whatever it takes."
"You hit me and you'll be in prison for the next three years."
"It might just be worth it."
Joel and Alex walked up in time to hear the last part of the exchange. Joel couldn't help opening his mouth.
"Alex and I aren't going to get in trouble for fighting. Who do you want taken out, Jerry?"
Principal Haggerty came over about that time to see what the standoff was about. Derek left hastily, but not before threatening Joel and Alex.
"You haven't heard the last of this, assholes! You'd better watch your backs and your stuff."
Upon being questioned, Jerry told the administrator the whole story. Haggerty said that he would talk to Derek because he was not going to allow bullying in his school.
"You've had your share of harassment over your former name. I'm going to see that it stops."
But, search as he might, Mr. Haggerty couldn't locate Derek Carver the rest of the day. He seemed to have cut his afternoon classes.
The incident was soon forgotten as the boys went on with their schedules. It wasn't until after school that it was called to mind again.
John was heading for the parking lot when he saw Sheriff Larkin's car and a crowd of kids standing around. He soon saw what the attraction was. The windshield of his car and that of Joel's were both shattered. It looked as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to them. There was glass everywhere.
John wanted to cry. It wasn't that his car was new and fancy like Joel's, but it was about the only possession he had in life. It was his transportation to his job and to school. He wasn't sure that his insurance would pay for the damages.
Joel was upset over the damage to his sports car, but less so than John. Joel knew that his insurance would take care of things and that his grandparents would likely buy him a new vehicle if it came to that. He did feel bad for John.
John stood there shaking his head.
"I've got to go to work tonight and I don't know how I'll get there. I guess I'd better get used to walking."
"Here's the key to my moped," Jerry offered. "It's not a luxury ride, but it'll get you there. I don't have that far to walk."
Now John really did feel like crying. He wasn't going to break down in front of his peers, but Jerry's unselfish offer made him misty-eyed. He did put his arm around the shoulder of the younger boy to give it a squeeze.
"I'll take you to your job and pick you up," Allen Albers said. "After the sheriff gets through, I'll take Joel and Alex home and then get you and your brother where you need to go."
"Wow! You'd do that for me?" John gasped.
"Yeah, you've turned out to be an okay guy and your brother is cool."
Sheriff Larkin called for tow trucks to take the cars to the storage building where they would remain safe while they were checked for evidence. He told the boys that he would review the tapes from the security camera to see if he could pick out a suspect. After hearing Jerry's story about the lunch-time confrontation, he had a likely one in mind.
The boys didn't even realize there was a security camera aimed at the student lot. It had been installed over winter break and was so inconspicuous that no one had noticed it. Some fund connected with homeland security had covered the expense.
A few minutes later, John, Dan, and Allen were crowded into the small back seat of the car that Alex and Allen shared. Joel sat in front with Alex who was behind the wheel. He fumed so much about Joel's car that Allen thought he might not be fit to drive. However, he also knew that his twin wanted to sit next to Joel and this seemed like the best way for that to happen without arousing suspicion about their closeness.
After Joel and Alex got to Joel's grandparents' house, Allen drove John to Miss Charlotte's to change his clothes before going on to Wal-Mart.
While John was upstairs, Allen sat at the kitchen table, sipping the Coke Dan had offered him. They talked about the vandalism and what could be done to fix things. Allen was reminded again of how financially secure his world was. He wondered how he would deal with this if he were John.
John came in to grab the lunch (which Darrin had lovingly packed for him) from the fridge before donning his coat again. Then the two headed for the store.
"I think that Darrin will be home before I get off work," John informed Allen on the way. "It's really nice of you to do this for me. I can't believe how good everyone has been to me. I don't deserve it."
"Hey, we're all in the world together. We have to help each other. So, if he can't pick you up, just call. I wrote my cell number down on this scrap of paper."
John thanked Allen again when he got dropped off.
Sheriff Larkin and Mr. Haggerty sat in the principal's office reviewing the tapes from the security camera. Finally they got to the section in which they could see a figure swinging something that looked like a mallet into the windshield of John's car. The same person continued to Joel's Corvette which was parked a few spaces away.
"Well, we've got evidence," Mr. Haggerty said.
"Yeah, but the picture is so fuzzy it's not going to get a conviction unless we can get it enhanced. The quality's so bad, it's almost worthless."
"Wait," he continued. "Can you back that up a few frames?"
Mr. Haggerty did as the sheriff requested. They could see that the vandal had slipped while taking his first swing at Joel's car. He had used his left hand to break his fall.
"I think he's left the evidence we need. I'm going to call for our fingerprint gal to dust that part of the fender before someone messes things up. I hope they put those cars in the shed like I told them to."
Darrin arrived home in time to eat leftovers with Dan. Dan had been too distraught to cook anything new. Besides, some of the food in the fridge had to be consumed soon or thrown out.
Dan filled Darrin in on the day's events. Darrin was upset too, but mostly about John's feelings. He wished that he could have done something to comfort John before John had to go to work. Dan was still trying to solve the car problem.
"I've been thinking," Dan began. "I have most of the $100 that Miss Charlotte gave us for Christmas. That would help pay for the windshield. I don't know how much it will cost."
"We'll figure out a way to get it repaired," Darrin insisted. "You are sweet to offer it, but I think we can find the money elsewhere. I want you to save that for yourself. You deserve some things too."
"Yeah, but I ride with John a lot; and I don't give him that much gas money.
He never asks."
Before they had quite finished, Sheriff Larkin called to say that they were well on their way to identifying the kid who had messed up John's car. They were cross-checking prints with juveniles who had records and he was confident that they had made a match. Until an arrest was made, he couldn't say any more. He didn't want to jeopardize the case, but he wanted John to know that progress was being made.
Darrin thanked him and said he would let John know.
The phone rang a second time. It was for Dan. After he got off, he rushed around to get his things together.
"Damn! With all the excitement, I forgot that I was supposed to go to Cory's right after dinner. Can you drive me over? I'm sorry to make you go out again."
"No problem, my young brother-in-law, I'm going to Wal-Mart to tell John that things are progressing. He needs to know. He should have his break about the time I get there."
Dan got to Cory's house just in time to prevent the latter from wetting his pants! It sounded like he had pissed a gallon by the time he was finished. Dan laughed as he shook off the drops.
This time, Cory went hard immediately. He looked at Dan with pleading in his eyes. Dan nodded.
"Don't worry. I won't leave you in pain. We'll figure out some way to give you some relief."
Cory and Dan sat at the kitchen table doing Cory's homework. Dan made sure that Cory was doing the work and they he was merely recording the answers. They worked well as a team. Cory's mother was pleased at how well her older son was adjusting to his temporary disability. He was learning to do many things without help.
When it got close to bed time, Dan showered with Cory as he had before. He did not do anything to relieve Cory's throbbing problem. Cory was beginning to think that Dan was going to leave him hurting.
However, when they got to Cory's room, Dan closed and locked the door. He stripped Cory and himself of their boxers before pulling two condoms out of his bag. Cory's eyes widened as he wondered what Dan had in mind.
Dan didn't explain as he put a squirt of jelly on the end of Cory's dick and rolled the rubber on it. Then, he did the same thing to his own erect penis.
Finally, he helped Cory to a kneeling position by the side of one the twin beds. He raised the mattress enough to trap Cory's sheathed cock between it and the box springs. He carefully extended Cory's arms on top of the bed.
Moments later, he was in the same position on the opposite side of the bed. He held on to Cory's cast-covered arms to keep both of their bodies from slipping away from the bed.
Cory grinned. He knew what to do. His hips instinctively began to thrust. There was enough pressure to give pleasure, but not enough to cause pain. Dan listed the names of some of the girls he thought were hot. Cory fantasized about each one in turn.
It didn't take many thrusts before Cory was feeling his impending climax building. His eyes got glassy and he moaned lowly in anticipation. Dan was doing his share of noises that were reminiscent of an animal in heat. The boys were close to doing a very sexy duet.
Cory's body went rigid at the end of his last stroke. Then it convulsed as he pumped a massive load into the condom. The sight and sounds of that orgasm sent Dan over the top seconds later. He too whimpered and shook.
When his strength returned, Dan carefully removed his condom and tied the end in a knot. He did the same for Cory, but he didn't tie that one immediately. Then, he went to the bathroom to get a warm, wet wash cloth to clean up his buddy and him. Before he went back to the bedroom, he held Cory's used condom up to his mouth and tilted his head back. He allowed a bit of the thick juice to dribble on his tongue. Cory's tasted different from his, but not bad -- maybe a little saltier. While he wasn't going to get hooked on this stuff, he wasn't offended by it.
"Would you hold me `til I go to sleep?" Cory asked when Dan returned.
"Sure thing, Stud," Dan responded.
They fell asleep together in Cory's narrow bed. About 2:00 a.m., Dan awakened and crawled into his own bed where he slept soundly until morning.
After DJ and Ellen got home with the new additions to the family, DJ went through the stack of mail that had accumulated in their absence. Among the bills and advertisements was a letter addressed to: Capt. Dane Johnson, Sr. The return label bore the name of a lady that DJ couldn't place. He tore it open immediately because his curiosity was getting the better of him.
It read:
Dear DJ,
I hope that this reaches you. It has taken me some time to track you down because you had moved from Illinois and the military had some of your records screwed up. I'm sure that you are aware of how that goes.
Let me introduce myself. I am Chase's sister, Lisa. Barry wrote me about how great a friend you were to him after Chase died. You knew about his orientation, but kept it to yourself as he had asked. He thought that you walked on water.
Well, I'm rambling. The purpose of this letter is to ask you if you would like to have a small urn with some of Barry's ashes. Actually, it is a combination of his and Chase's cremains -- I intermingled them as Barry had wished. If this is something that would offend you, please say so or just burn this letter and forget that I bothered you. My e-mail is ladams@hotmail.com. You may reach me there if that is more convenient.
I pray for you every week at church. I hope that you are recovering from your injuries and have been able to adapt to civilian life okay. I know it can be a difficult transition.
God Bless you!
Lisa Adams
DJ wiped the tears from his eyes. As soon as Ellen had the little ones settled, he gave her the letter to read. Then he got on the computer to tell Lisa how honored he would be to have that remembrance of Barry and Chase.
He even opened up to let her know of the visions he had had of them. He thought that she might be comforted in knowing that those two seemed to act as guardian angels.
Author's note: Thanks to all who wrote. The list includes Mark S, Joe, Frank, Jim W, Mike K, Jim C, RC, Tom H, Rad, Blutrak, Paul W, Alastair, Andrew, and Wayne B. Thanks for your encouragement.
Is anyone familiar with the art work of Steve Walker? His paintings are erotic, but not porn. He can be found at www.stevewalkerart.com/menu.html. Some of it is very nice.
Thanks to Tom for double checking my writing.
David