Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 75 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 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 75
Morning came plenty soon on the day that the guys traveled to New York. Since Jason wanted to spend as much time as possible with them before the band had to rehearse, they had to leave before dawn. It would have been worse had the boys been flying on public transportation. As it was, Jason had chartered a small jet to whisk his guests to New York without having to go through all of the screening of luggage and persons, and without any worry about delays or connecting flights.
Rhys drove them to the airport so that they wouldn't have to leave a vehicle in long-term parking. There had been rumors of vandalism recently and he did not want to subject any of their fleet to that.
Of the group, Dustin was the only one who had never flown before. He was kind of nervous, but didn't want anyone to know. Dave, of course, could sense his mood and made every effort to distract his lover's mind.
Joel and Alex had traveled in this kind of plane before as well as the large commercial ones. They thought that these compared to large airplanes like jet skis compared to ocean liners. They were planning to watch Dane's and Colt's reactions when the plane took off.
It didn't take long for the boys' luggage to be secured and for the pilot to get clearance from the tower. Air traffic tended to be light at this hour in the small regional airport.
As the trim jet began to hurl itself down the runway, Dave could feel Dustin tensing up. He reached his hand down and rested it gently, but firmly on his boyfriend's crotch. Dustin was startled momentarily, but soon relaxed and grinned as Dave got his attention in no small way.
Alex and Joel exchanged knowing glances as they watched Colt's and Dane's eyes widen when the plane shot into the air. Both were enjoying the feeling of power from the thrust of the jet engines.
"Wow," Dane exclaimed. "This is awesome. It's like a big crotch-rocket! I've ridden on a motorcycle twice and this gives me the same thrill!"
Once Dustin got past his initial anxiety, he had to admit that he loved the feeling of being plastered against the seat. He momentarily lost his hard-on as he focused on something other than Dave's hand. However, that hand brought him back to reality quickly.
Jason had left nothing to chance when it came to providing for the comfort of his guests. There was a cute young steward named Ayden to see to any needs that might arise. From the way he looked at the guys, they suspected that it might include absolutely anything that they desired if it was within his power to provide it -- even if it meant spending the entire flight on his knees.
Dustin and Dave had learned about the mile high club from their housemates. They weren't sure if it counted on a private plane, but they were determined to find out. Dave's efforts to distract Dustin had left them both horny. The other four guys smirked as the two lovers made their way to the tiny restroom at the back of the plane.
Dave sat on the commode as he hastily undid Dustin's shorts and pulled them to the floor along with his underwear. He wasted no time in taking the throbbing sausage into his mouth. Then he backed off and licked Dustin's smooth, shaved sac. Dustin moaned in appreciation as he felt first one and then the other of his balls being sucked on. Dave alternated because they were too big to fit in his mouth together without causing Dustin pain.
"Suck me dry!" Dustin begged.
Dave began bobbing his head in earnest. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Dustin's whole body. He could feel that familiar sensation beginning in his toes and boiling up toward his groin. His hips instinctively thrust his cock deeper into his lover's mouth. With a cry of lust and joy, he spewed his load. Had the area not been so confining, he might have sagged to the floor; his knees were that weak.
When he could speak again, Dustin expressed his thanks. Then he tasted his juices as he bent over to kiss Dave. Kissing was more difficult to achieve than oral sex in the small space, but they managed.
Leaving his shorts in a puddle around his feet, Dustin exchanged places with Dave and began to lick his legs as soon as they were uncovered. He didn't go directly for his target, but spent some time tonguing Dave's belly button and about anything else he could reach.
Dustin wet the middle finger of his right hand with saliva. Dave trembled because he knew where this was heading. Dustin started to massage Dave's rosebud while deep-throating his stiff prick. Dave was in ecstasy. He was already nearing the point of no return from pleasuring Dustin. Now, he teetered precariously on the edge. Once Dustin's finger found Dave's prostate, it was all over but the shouting. And shout he did! The guys in the cabin were cracking up with laughter.
When the pair exited the restroom a few minutes later, they were greeted by the sight of their friends and the steward giving them a standing ovation. They blushed a lot, but grinned more.
The pilot and copilot smiled at the sounds of laughter from the cabin. They didn't know what was going on, but they assumed that someone had done something silly and the rest were ribbing him for it. Both had teenagers at home and enjoyed hearing the melodic sounds of kids having fun.
Ayden came with a tray of snacks and choice of soft drinks to help replenish the boys' energy. Of course, they shared with the rest. However, they did manage to put away quite a bit of food all by themselves. The experience had been draining as well as fulfilling.
The rest of the flight was uneventful. Despite the excitement of getting to go to the concert, the guys slept a lot of the way since they had been performing the night before and wanted to be fresh for the adventures that lay ahead. Time passed more quickly than they had anticipated.
As soon as a portable stairway had been rolled up to the door of the charter jet, there was an agent there to escort the boys to the place where a stretch limo was awaiting to take them to the hotel.
That morning while the guys were having breakfast in New York, there was a high-level meeting at Rockwell. The big boss, Howard Steele was in town for a brief visit to check up on operations in the aeronautics division.
The man fit his name. He walked ramrod straight in his carefully tailored, gray suit. His tanned face was topped by a thick head of silver hair. Given the spring in his step as he trod resolutely down the hall, it was difficult to guess his age. He appeared to be a man of steel.
Craig Adams, DJ's supervisor, was surprised to be included in the meeting that was soon to take place. Most of the people there would be a couple of levels higher in management than he was. He didn't want to be a part of the upper echelon. Rather, he preferred being closer to his men and being involved in the actual development of the global positioning devices that the company was hoping to sell to the Pentagon.
Craig always treated everyone equally whether they were employed at his level or not. He even knew all of the maintenance men by their first names and he was almost universally liked.
There was one person that he couldn't seem to befriend no matter what he did. That man was Charles Glen who thought that he was God's gift to the engineering field and had little time for anyone he considered to be "common". Those people, whoever they were, had the function in life of smoothing the way for him. He considered friendly people like Craig to be little more than country bumpkins. He was jealous that Craig had worked his way up the corporate ladder more quickly than he had. Therefore, he went out of his way to be a pain in the ass.
Charles hurried into the lounge on the pretext of getting some coffee so that he could nettle Craig who was there pouring a cup of decaf.
"Been working on your resume, Adams?" he asked. "I heard from a little bird that there is going to be a shake-up in the company today."
"I'm guessing that your little bird is that receptionist, Mona, who seems to know everything. And, yes, I always keep my vita up to date. I'm not looking to go anywhere right now, but who knows what opportunity might present itself." Craig replied.
"That's good because I have a feeling you are going to be leaving us," Charles smirked.
Charles was trying to be like the proverbial burr under the saddle, but Craig wasn't going to let it get to him. He smiled in return, but said nothing.
After a few preliminary remarks by the local CEO, Mr. Steele took over the meeting. As one might expect, he wasted no time getting to what was on his mind.
"Mr. Adams, it has come to my attention through an anonymous letter that you have arranged to fly one of your men to Washington on a company jet and to put his family and him up at the Wardham Park in one of the suites we maintain there. Is that correct?"
"Yes, sir, it is."
"How do you justify this expenditure of funds?"
"Mr. Steele, we have the possibility of winning a huge contract with the defense department, as you know. There is stiff competition out there from rivals in this country and overseas. The man I am sending, DJ Johnson, is going there to be a part of a ceremony in the Rose Garden when a Congressional Medal of Honor will be awarded posthumously to one of his men.
DJ is a Purple Heart recipient and a hero in his own right. He is one of our guys who sacrificed a part of his body for our mission in Iraq. If anyone can impress the people who will issue the contract, it is he. He's a regular poster-boy for what is good and honorable in the military."
Charles snorted loud enough for Steele to hear him, but stifled it when he got an icy stare from the top man.
"Adams, are you willing to take full responsibility for the outcome of this venture?"
"Yes sir!"
"Are you willing to lay your job on the line for this?"
"Yes sir." Craig replied more quietly, realizing what this could mean.
"How many of you people concur with Mr. Adams?" Steele demanded.
First, everyone sat frozen in place. Then, one by one, Craig's colleagues rose to their feet in support of him. Only Charles remained seated.
"Mr. Glen, it appears that you alone see this as a waste of company assets. Do you think that you could replace Mr. Adams in his position?
"Yes sir!"
"Well then, I wish you much success in whatever company you work for next. I think I've found the source of the cowardly letter that was sent to me. I have no tolerance of back-stabbers in my operation!"
"Mr. Adams, please ask Mr. Johnson to join us for a working lunch in one hour from now. We are going to discuss making you and him co-team leaders for this project. You are a man of action and insight. You have more experience than he does, so I think he will want you there. I like your style. Since you were willing to shoulder the responsibility for you decision even when you stood alone, you will certainly get the credit too!"
On the way out, Craig went to express his sympathy to Charles about his termination.
"I'm sorry it went down like that. What can I do to help?"
"Just fuck-off, Adams, I don't need you hypocritical pity!" Charles spat out as he pushed his way through the door.
When Craig went home that evening, he was met at the door by Grace and their kids. He wore a sad look which did not go unnoticed.
"Grace, I laid my job on the line today without consulting you. I'm sorry; I have to remember that I have a wife and family and that we make decisions together."
"Don't worry, dear," she responded. "When I married you I knew I was getting a man of honor and courage. I can get some hours at the grocery or maybe do some tutoring this summer for extra money. We still have my teaching paychecks coming in; we won't starve."
Craig could not hold back his smile any longer. Having her unquestioning support and unconditional love meant more than the exciting news he was about to share.
"Well, it went okay. The big guy from corporate appreciated my candor and my guts. We will be going to DC along with DJ and his family and I am in line for a big bonus when this contract comes off."
"Oh, you naughty boy; you had me worried for a minute!" she exclaimed. "You are going to pay for this! I think YOU are in for a spanking tonight," she whispered in his ear.
"I'm ready and willing to take my punishment," Craig grinned at the prospect of some fun.
"Too willing," Grace giggled as she glanced knowingly at his bulging crotch.
In Bentonville, DJ had similar good news for Ellen. He didn't tease her the way that Craig had Grace. But the look in her eyes sent a clear message that their big celebration would come about after the twins were put to bed for the night.
Ellen was also pleased to learn that Grace and the Adams' children would be accompanying them to Washington. It would be even more fun with another woman closer to her age and a couple of other kids who could enjoy some of the simple pleasures like a trip to the zoo or some ice cream in a park.
The promise of bonus money was not unwelcome either. With the boys working less this summer, it couldn't hurt.
The guys from Bentonville arrived at the hotel in time to join the band members for breakfast. Well, Jason and Gary were nearly finished, but they stayed to visit with their guests. The more they all talked, the more they realized how much they had in common despite the differences in accents and usage.
All of the Iowa boys knew that they had faced some rough times in coming out, but felt that their problems paled in comparison to Jason's. None had suffered like Jason had when he was forcibly raped by bullies from his school. They were impressed at Jason's ability to put that and the death of his parents into some kind of perspective and go on with life. Dave shuddered when he thought about how Gavin's attack on him could have gone had it not been for Colt's intervention.
Dustin was reminded of some of the scary moments he had had and Joel was lost in thought for a few moments remembering how his family had been bent on "curing" him of his homosexuality. All were thankful that they had not only survived their adversities, but had also grown through the experiences.
After breakfast, the band members had to go for setup and rehearsals. The rest of the gang who had ties to the band, Kate, Carla, Nick, and Shane wanted to go sight seeing with the Iowa boys. Dustin said that they could use the subway to save money and that Joel knew his way around, but Jason insisted that they take one of the limos. Without telling the Iowa boys, he sent along an escort car with Foss International security men to shadow the limo in case anyone recognized it as one being used by the band. He didn't want to alarm his guests, but earlier experiences made him doubly cautious.
The guys went to Ground Zero on their way to the Empire State Building. The place seemed to them like holy ground where they might well have taken off their shoes like Moses before the Burning Bush. They were all silent on the rest of the ride.
Security at the Empire State Building was very tight and it looked as if they might have to wait for a long time. However, a man in a black suit went to the check point and said something to the guards. Seconds later, the young people were ushered in past the waiting crowd. Joel suspected that it had something to do with the Wild Boys' security people. He would have to ask Jason later.
After viewing the city from the top of its currently tallest building, the group was treated to a driving tour of the city. It was a quick way to get an overview of highlights that they might want to visit at length later.
They had a late lunch in China Town where they feasted on food that was more authentic than most of the Bentonville crowd had ever tasted. It was pronounced awesome by everyone including Joel who had been exposed to more excellent restaurants than most of the rest. Carla paid the bill with money that Jason had given her for that purpose.
After a little shopping, it was time to meet the band members for a tour of their performance venue. Most of the equipment had been powered off by then, but Chris invited Dave to try his drum set. Dave was thrilled. He had never seen this quality of equipment other than in magazines or on TV. It was awesome to be able to play on it and to get good reviews from Chris.
Everyone went back to the hotel to shower off the sweat of the day and to dress nicely for dinner. They all met up in the lobby to walk to the Italian restaurant which was only a couple of blocks away. The Bentonville guys were impressed by the men in black who were part of the body guards that protected the band. Dane recognized one of them as the man who had arranged their quick passage through security at the Empire State Building.
Dinner was excellent. Colt loved the food, but he thought that their favorite Italian restaurant back in Cosgrove held up well for serving authentic cuisine.
With the large crowd of them, they ended up with more than one table in the dining room they had reserved. Gary sat near Joel and Alex since they were all close in age and had a great time comparing life in the US with that in the UK.
Colt and Liam hit it off well since they had several things in common -- not knowing their own fathers while growing up was chief among them.
Jason played the gracious host spending most of his time with Dave, Dustin, and Dane. He felt especially close to Dustin because of reading his heart-felt essay, but he felt a kinship with the others too.
When Jason asked the waiter about his portion of the bill, he was told that Joel had already taken care of it.
Jason wanted to treat the group to hot chocolate in the hotel coffee shop before turning in for the night. Most of the guys and girls took him up on the offer. There was time for Jason to get better acquainted with Colt while Dane, Dave, and Dustin visited with Gary and Joel and Alex talked to Chris and Liam.
No one wanted to stay up late. The Band guys were still feeling the effects of jet lag and the Iowa boys had had a full day on top of trying to recover from the night before.
Dustin, Dave, Colt, and Dane shared the two bedroom suite giving the one bedroom one to Alex and Joel. It was a kind of natural division since the four guys lived together during the winter at Greta's.
They left their bedroom doors open because there were few secrets among them. Besides, sex was not uppermost one their teen minds that night. Everyone craved a good night's sleep.
Joel had the same thing in mind. However when Alex whispered that he wanted to feel his lover in him, both guys rose to the occasion. Their foreplay was shorter than usual, but their desire was not hampered by this. Joel used his best technique to stimulate his lover's prostate as he plunged them both toward climax. Alex's whimper signaled that he was close and that had a very positive effect on Joel's lustful desire. Soon he was pumping a copious amount of cream into Alex's willing chute. Because of the stimulation Alex received from Joel's abs against his steely cock, it took only the throbbing of Joel's dick to carry him to orgasm too.
The boys took a very quick shower together before hitting the sheets again. This time, they were asleep almost as soon as they lay down.
Author's notes: You are a great bunch of guys! Thanks for your e-mails of support and for keeping me abreast of what's going on in your lives. A special thanks to Tom H and David S for pointing out some typos and flaws that I had missed. These men help with quality control. Also, Kenneth deserves a round of applause for his help on military medals, etc. He has practically written a whole scenario for the time that JD is in DC.
Paul W and I have both done rewrites to coordinate our stories. I hope it worked!
Please hold David's partner, Mike in your thoughts and prayers in his illness. We all need to pull together for each other.
I heard from the following since last posting: Joe, Luiz, Paul W, Jim We, Alastair, Stephen P, David R, Jim C, Gary M, Chuck V, Peo, Craig, David S, James H, Mike C, Tim P, Kenneth, Carroll, Tom H. and Rad. Hope I didn't omit anyone!