Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 73 By David Lee
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"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 30, 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 73
The morning that Gavin's father came to bail him out of jail in the next county was gray and rainy. Gavin was clearly sober and in deep thought on the way home. His father kept trying to get him to talk, but to no avail. Gavin had been warned that he must not reveal anything about what had transpired in the cell the night before. If word got out that he was an easy target, he would be everyone's bitch if he ended up in prison for assaulting Dave.
When father and son had left, the sheriff escorted Gavin's cellmate into his office.
"Thanks for the great acting job, George. I'm gonna nominate you for an academy award someday. But, as much as I like to have you scare some of the young `uns straight, I wish you would quit drinking so I could quit hauling your sorry ass in here every couple of weeks."
George grinned broadly despite the dull ache in his head.
"You are going to have to tell that lazy-ass deputy not to stall so long next time or I will have to carry through and violate some poor young thing.
Anyway, are you going to spring me early for bad behavior? In this case, I'm sure you appreciate it more than good behavior!"
"Yup I am, but I really want you to go home to Rosy and walk the straight and narrow. She's a good woman who loves you a lot and puts up with more."
"I'm not so sure how much she loves me. Maybe I would stay home from that tavern if I was gettin' some. The only rosy that helps me out is my rosy palm," George quipped with a twinge of bitterness. "She's been colder than the polar icecap the last couple of years."
"Well, let me take you home on my way so we don't have to have her come and get you. You are just lucky that you're smart enough not to drive when you've had too much."
George entered the front door quietly because there was no need to wake Rosy and get into a big fight. His head wouldn't take the screaming and breaking of dishes. He tiptoed into the bedroom to check on her. There she lay naked with the sheet around her knees. Next to her was Bob the man from across the street. Even in his distress, George couldn't help thinking that Bob must have used it all up on Rosy because it looked so small in the morning light.
He retrieved the digital camera from the den. It was ironic that Rosy had given him this on his birthday last month saying that he might find that it would come in handy someday.
After making sure that the flash was turned off so as not to wake the sleeping pair, George took several photos from various angles including a close-up of Bob's shrunken penis. Then he locked himself in the den and downloaded the pictures into his computer.
George pulled some folders out of the bookcase to reveal a bottle of Scotch and an old Colt 45. He sat for awhile deciding just how to proceed.
A few minutes later, he put his plan into action. First, he chose the photo that best showed the whole scene. He hit the "fix" tab to give the picture a bit more contrast and clarity. Then, he began e-mailing it to selected people. The first one went to Rosy's snooty mother who had always thought her daughter was too good for him. The second went to their minister on the church's e-mail account. The third went to the sheriff along with a short note.
Despite his desire to humiliate his wife, George did not send copies to his sons. He merely told them that he had caught their mother being unfaithful and that he was going to remedy the situation.
Neighbors came running toward George's house in various states of dress as they awakened to the sound of a gunshot. They were nearly knocked over by Rosy and Bob fleeing out the front door in a state of total undress.
George came out behind them smiling.
"Sorry, folks, I was in the den cleaning my old army pistol when it accidentally went off. I didn't know there was a round in the chamber after I removed he clip. That's awfully careless of me."
Since there was no witness to disprove George's story, he didn't even get arrested for discharging a firearm within the city limits. He was cold sober and never touched another drop of alcohol in his life.
The next big event of the spring season for the students of Bentonville High was prom. Although it primarily affected the seniors, some juniors helped with setup as well. Joel had been invited to be on the committee when it was first formed because he had the reputation of having good ideas and excellent taste. Some of the kids had also figured out that an anonymous donor always seemed to come up with extra money for things that Joel was involved with at school.
This year, Joel convinced the sponsors to have events occurring for the entire evening at the school. This wasn't an original idea, but one he put forth on the advice of the SADD organization (Students Against Destructive Decisions). If the students had a structured evening, they could have good clean fun and be less likely to get into trouble.
For dinner, he envisioned the cafeteria with tables for six covered in black table cloths and set with a decent grade of dishes and flatware. The catering service that his grandmother used could provide an elegant meal for less than some kids would spend going to an ordinary restaurant in Cosgrove, several miles away.
It was a win-win situation in that the kids wouldn't be driving long distances, the meal would be affordable for all, and the ambience of the graciously decorated cafeteria would certainly beat Pizza Hut!
The gym would be transformed into a ballroom as it traditionally was for this affair. When the students were dancing the early part of the night away, the cafeteria would be turned into a game room with entertainment and door prizes awarded every hour until dawn. This could keep the kids entertained without their getting into alcohol and drugs and thus cut the chances of car crashes and accidental pregnancies.
A free breakfast would be served at the American Legion Hall at 6:00 and then the kids would likely go home and sleep for most of Sunday.
Things were soon organized and parents and other volunteers began to create decorations for the event.
The theme was: "A Night in New York." It would all be done in black, white, and silver. The committee found some awesome silhouettes of famous buildings and general city skylines in a catalog. They were quite expensive. Joel was thinking about talking to his grandfather to ask for a quiet donation, when Caitlin Danforth spoke up saying that she thought some of the theater techies would be willing to help create something similar for a lot less money.
"My dad volunteered to help build the set for the musical. I can talk him into working on prom. I know that Teri's dad would too. I'll bet DJ Johnson and some of the other men would get involved if we ask them."
And so, the efforts began in earnest. Caitlin was very good at getting whatever she wanted from her dad, and he was pretty good at recruiting other parents. The old room that was formerly used for wood shop classes was soon turned into an assembly line for creating a New York skyline.
By the first Saturday in May, the school had been transformed into a magical place. Not only were the gym and cafeteria decorated, the hallway between them was lined with silhouettes of buildings lighted from behind with clear Christmas lights. Stars accented with silver glitter were hanging overhead.
Joel, with the help of Mike and Brent, set up theater spots to enhance the shimmering effect.
Joel and Alex had some special plans of their own for prom night that didn't involve the after-prom party, but did require some preparation. Each was determined to make it a memorable night for the other.
They had shopped for the perfect combination of tuxes. Joel's was black with a crisp white shirt and black tie. Alex's was just the opposite. His was white with a black shirt and white tie. They both wore stunning sliver cummerbunds. Their negative/positive attire would coordinate exactly with the décor.
The night of the prom, Rhys hired a driver to chauffeur the pair in the Mercedes Benz that Jacques Teague had pressured his son into giving to Rhys and Jane. It was more elegant than any other chariot at the ball and probably more expensive than most of the other cars in the lot combined. Arriving in that automobile was all the sweeter for Joel because his parents had been forced to give it up.
Ample time was set aside for photographs before dinner. Each couple was assigned an approximate time slot so that there would be little waiting. The photographers encouraged couples to have their pictures done as individuals and with friends as well as with their dates. It made sense because some couples weren't going to go together again and their mothers might like to remember how great they looked that night. Others would find that their love would not survive the separation of going to different colleges. That which made the most sense for the kids' memories, also made more dollars for the company doing the pictures.
Joel was pleased that their photographer didn't bat an eye when he and Alex held hands for one pose and embraced like a heterosexual couple in another. They also participated in a group shot with Allen and Abby. And finally, there was a picture of the twins together with their arms over each other's shoulders. It would be one that their parents would treasure for the rest of their lives.
Some of the kids had napped in the afternoon so that they would feel fresh for staying up all night. Adults couldn't always understand why the kids had to be awake until the sun came up, but if they would admit it, they had likely done the same thing themselves. Being out all night had become a rite of passage.
Dinner was as elegant as Joel had hoped it would be. The only light, other than candles on each table, was provided by the tiny clear Christmas bulbs. Any resemblance between this venue and the school eatery was lost in the shadows.
The gym was also lighted softly to produce a gracious atmosphere. There were several small theater spotlights that Joel and the lighting crew had carefully trained on the large motorized disco ball in the center of the ceiling. The spots of light from the mirrored surface played on every surface like tiny stars twinkling on and off.
Music for the earlier part of the evening was lively and most of the kids participated. Later, the songs were slower and quieter. Couples who were going steady tended to hold each other very closely and sort of rock to the music. It was like an excuse to rub bodies in the dim light. More than one guy was having difficulty with the rising bulge in his pants.
Alex and Joel danced together nearly the whole night. They made no pretence of being anything other than who they were. However, they did dance with some girls. Abby took turns with both of them. For one of the earlier dances, the twins danced as a couple. Allen was secure enough in his masculinity to do it. Joel snapped several great shots of the brothers.
But for the romantic numbers, the Joel and Alex held each other as closely as the other couples did. The only difference was that both were sprouting wood. It was a good thing that they had worn jock straps in anticipation of this possibility.
When the formal part of the evening was officially over, a number of kids went to their cars to get their casual clothes. The men's and women's locker rooms near the gym were open for changing so that no one would have to drive anywhere if they didn't want to.
Once the games were under way, Joel took Alex's hand and led him toward the car. Their driver snapped to attention and opened the door to the back seat for them to enter.
As they got under way toward the lake cottage, the boys opened a bottle of champagne and toasted each other. Their driver kept his eyes mostly on the road and paid no heed to the slightly illegal activity in the back seat.
Making out with another guy close to your own age is certainly not unlawful, but underage drinking is. However, the driver was being well paid and he knew that the "haves" often lived by slightly different rules than the "have-nots". He also remembered drinking on his own prom night and driving when he probably shouldn't have been. The current arrangement made a lot more sense. He was there to prevent a Paris Hilton type of situation.
After seeing the boys settled at the cottage, the driver took the car to his home. Tomorrow he would be on call to pick them up at their convenience. He figured from what he'd seen in the mirror that the boys were in for an active night and probably wouldn't call before noon.
Alex and Joel spent several minutes cuddling and kissing on the couch. They were both a little buzzed and horny as Hell. Slowly, they undressed each other savoring the touch and scent of each newly uncovered area. When they got down to their jockstraps, they stood pressed together and hooked their thumbs under the other one's waistband at the same time. They managed to hold that position while pushing those last skimpy articles of clothing far enough so that they eventually slid to the floor.
Taking his lover gently by the penis, Joel led Alex to the large shower. He lit a couple of candles rather than turning on an electric light. The two guys spent more time than was necessary for removing the sweat from the dance. They took turns kneeling in front of each other to stimulate those juicy cocks almost to the brink before backing off. Both were leaking lots of pre-cum and neither let it go down the drain.
After they had dried each other off, they headed for the bedroom taking the candles with them. For the next hour, they made out steadily, breaking only for a sip of champagne once in awhile.
Finally, they could wait no longer. Alex lay on his back and pulled his knees up toward his chest inviting his lover to enter him.
"Are you sure?" Joel asked softly.
"Yeah, I'm sure. I've been doing my exercises with that vibrating wand and I'm pretty sure I can take you without too much pain though I know you're bigger."
Joel began to prepare Alex for this milestone. He carefully stretched and lubed until Alex assured him that it was time. After having his prostate stimulated for several minutes, Alex was practically begging to be taken.
Alex spread plenty of KY jelly on Joel's cock because he didn't want any more friction than necessary. He had been stretching, but he knew this was going to be bigger than anything he'd practiced with. (Since they had never done this with anyone else, they had agreed that it wasn't necessary to use condoms.)
Joel entered his lover slowly, stopping often to let Alex get used to the feeling. Alex didn't seem to experience any excessive pain and the act of penetration wasn't as tricky as Joel had anticipated it might be. But he realized that Alex must have had some discomfort because Alex's big tool had wilted almost completely.
It came to life again rapidly once Joel found that special sweet spot and massaged it with his throbbing phallus. Soon, both guys were moaning in lust. Since it was their first time, they both came more quickly than they wanted to. Alex was in ecstasy from the volleys of hot cum and the spasms of Joel's exploding piece. It was so magical that it took him over the edge without even being touched.
Alex had always conceived of himself as a "top", but he loved Joel so much that he wanted Joel to have the first experience taking that role in their relationship. Now, having enjoyed the bottom position, he was ready to go either way with Joel whenever the mood struck them.
The boys cuddled for maybe half an hour before they began to make out again.
They were young and their "batteries" recharged quickly. It wasn't long before their passion was at the level it had been earlier and Joel was on all fours while Alex was preparing him.
Alex surprised him by using his tongue in that most forbidden place. Joel couldn't believe how awesome it felt to be licked there. He was soon keening in lust and anticipation.
Joel had read that it was easier the first time if you did it doggy style. He was afraid that his boyfriend's thick cock would split him in two if they were face to face. He had enjoyed the deep kissing they shared when he took Alex, but he also found this position to be hot. It allowed Alex to reach around and stimulate his nipples and his loins. That distracted him from the initial pain. Much as he wanted this, the first few moments felt like there was a searing hot poker invading his ass.
Between playful nips on the shoulders and neck, Alex coached Joel to relax and to push as if he were trying to go to the bathroom. Slowly, but surely, Alex reached the point that he was buried to the pubes. Even though he had experienced an awesome orgasm about 45 minutes earlier, Alex felt his balls roiling. The sensation of this hot moist tunnel surrounding his dick was making him light-headed.
Joel was beginning to enjoy the experience too as the hot pain turned into a warm sensation that permeated his whole body. He was being hurled headlong toward climax. As Alex massaged Joel's groin, Joel reached the point of no return. The clenching of his rectal muscles as he came brought Alex over the edge with him.
The boys lay basking in the afterglow until they fell asleep for a few minutes. Then they got up and showered and had a snack. Both had a ravenous appetite and were thankful for the food that Jane Masterson had left for them in the fridge. (It probably would have freaked Joel out if he had stopped to consider why his grandmother had known that hunger for food often follows a couple of rounds of hot sex.)
The bottom sheet of their bed was pretty much soaked with cum, so they moved into another bedroom. Around 4:00 a.m., they went off to dreamland wrapped around each other and holding each other's half-hard dicks.
It was shortly after 1:00 p.m. on Sunday that they called the driver to pick them up. Prom had been a special night that they would never forget. It was like a honeymoon. Their love had reached a new level.
Abby and Allen had chosen to stay at the all-night festivities. As much as they both wanted to consummate their love, they were both afraid of jeopardizing their long-term relationship by moving too fast. They knew that if they were alone in a motel room neither would have the willpower to say: "no."
Many of the other kids remained at school until dawn. They looked for Joel at breakfast to thank him for his leadership on the prom committee. Some were surprised that he wasn't there, others gave a knowing smirk. Allen was among the latter.
Author's note: Paul Walker, author of "Sad Song for a Gay Teen" and I are planning for our characters to meet in New York in a couple of chapter from now. He has done this successfully with another writer and we are hoping that you will like this joint venture.
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