Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 78
By David Lee
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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 78
Most of the students from Bentonville High had found summer employment of some sort or other. Unless they came from high income families, they would need the extra cash for all of the necessities that modern high school life seems to require.
Corey and Dan were lucky because John Tracewell got them some hours at "The Evil Empire" as he jokingly called Wal-Mart. Part of the reason that the job opportunities opened up was that John was cutting back his work load in order to devote more time to his studies. He was getting close to becoming a certified paramedic and he wanted to keep his grades at the top of the class. Darrin had told him that school was his main job and that he shouldn't worry about money.
"I don't want to be known as a `kept' man," John said half seriously. "I need to pull my own weight financially."
"Hey, Baby, you do pull your own weight. You do more of the housework than I do and you still work and go to school. You need to cut back. If we were a straight, married couple and one of us supported the other so he could get a better education, everyone would consider that normal. Why should it be different just because we can't be legally wed in this state? And as far as the `kept' part goes, I certainly intend to keep you for as long as you will have me."
"Okay, I get your point. I'm sure I can find some way to pay you back," John smirked running his tongue over his lips. "Now, before you get your undies in a bunch, you know that I'm teasing! I'm not trading sex for my living expenses."
"I know," Darrin replied. "Now why don't we go to our room so that you can straighten out my skivvies?"
A trail of discarded clothing marked the way to the bedroom. The minute the door was closed, John got on his knees to "straighten" Darrin's underwear out -- all the way down to his feet. He quickly swallowed the stiffing rod that waved at his eye-level. Darrin gasped at the awesome feeling of John's warm, moist mouth engulfing his phallus nearly to the pubes.
Fearing that he would cum too quickly, Darrin pulled John to his feet and traded places. John moaned his appreciation as he felt Darrin taking him deep into his throat.
The men ended up in the 69 position on the bed. They licked each other's perineums and ball sacs thoroughly before going back to deep-throating. Darrin wet his middle finger with saliva and eased it toward John's prostate. John returned the gesture and soon they were moaning around each other's cocks like dogs in heat.
John fired the first volley directly into Darrin's stomach. Darrin pulled back to taste the rest of the load and began to shoot torrents of his own. For several seconds both continued to empty their balls of the thick, hot essence of their bodies' creation.
"I love you so much!" John exclaimed as they cuddled. "I've never been loved by anyone like I'm loved by you. You saw something good in me and saved me. Without you, I'm not sure I could have stayed on the straight and narrow."
"I knew you were a keeper from the moment I saw you," Darrin smiled. "But, I hope you're not planning to turn `straight' on me!"
At first, working at Wal-Mart was a real bitch! It wasn't because of the workload, but rather because Dan and Corey got assigned to different shifts. That left them little time to see each other. Occasionally during the first week, their shifts overlapped. However, they had only a few minutes together at breaks. At least they got to sleep together some nights.
After the first week, Dan went to the assistant manager to see if they could both work the late shift. It meant that they got off around 7:00 a.m., but it gave them more free daytime hours to swim, shoot hoops, and go bike riding. It might mess with their sleep patterns, but there would be time to readjust before school started again in the fall.
They didn't see each other a lot at work even then, but could take all of their breaks together once they got on the same schedule. And, there were other friends to interact with. But most of the time they were too busy to be socially active.
Joel made some extra bucks tutoring younger kids who had been having trouble with math. He enjoyed seeing their progress and it gave him something to occupy his time while the twins were busy assisting with football camps for middle school boys. Because he did not need the money, he donated it to a fund to help children in Sudan. It made him feel good that he could give something that he had earned himself. He was also beginning to think about how he could be of further financial assistance once he turned 18 and would have a large amount of money at his disposal. He smiled, thinking of how Mr. Hilton had called him a spoiled rich brat and encouraged him to tutor Alex back in the fall of his sophomore year. That tutoring experience had certainly led to an even greater reward in finding his soul-mate.
On their second day as farm hands, Dave and Dustin showed up very early in Dustin's pickup which was loaded with clothes and supplies. They quickly put the perishables into the fridge in the trailer before heading for the barn. When they got there, Jared was just herding the cows to their stanchions for milking.
The boys followed his directions about cleaning off the cows' teats before hooking them up to the milking machine. While they were pitching some hay into the feeding troughs, Jared hand-milked one cow that was suffering from mastitis. That milk would be used for feeding animals rather than being sent to the local dairy.
Jared was fairly quiet, but not as distant as he had been the previous afternoon. Dave and Dustin were also less talkative than usual because of having their dreams disrupted by the alarm clock at 5:00 a.m.
When the milking was done, Jared told the guys it was time for "second breakfast".
"It's like the Hobbits," he declared with a twinkle in his eye. "On the farm you get hungry enough to have first breakfast, second breakfast, and elevensies!"
That brought smiles to the other two faces. It began to look like yesterday's awkwardness had been forgotten. Jared seemed genuinely friendly.
The first thing that hit them when they walked into the kitchen was the aroma of homemade cinnamon rolls. It was a smell to die for and the taste lived up to their anticipation.
"Ma'am, these are the best rolls I've ever tasted," Dustin enthused as he reached for a second one.
"Thank you," Christine responded. "But you'd better call me by Christine or I'll feel like an old lady!"
"It's really nice of you to do this for us, Christine. You must have gotten up awfully early," Dave added to the conversation.
"I wanted to reward you guys for being here so early," Christine continued. "If it weren't for you two, I'd be out in the barn helping with the milking. This is a small price to pay for avoiding that."
"Now Christine," Bob said as he limped into the kitchen. "You've never complained about chores. I'm sorry so much of this had to fall on you and Jared."
"Oh, I'm just saying that I'm more at home in the kitchen than the barn. And, no, I'm not complaining about doing my part to keep this place going."
Dave and Dustin emptied their milk glasses and pushed back their chairs to leave remembering that there was still a lot to do and feeling that the conversation was touching on something that might be a private, family matter. Bob stopped them with a gesture.
"Don't go yet. We have a proposition to make and we want you to have time to think about it before you answer. I need to spend a week at Mayo Clinic to be evaluated and to try a new therapy. That would leave you two here holding down the fort and watching over Jared. The younger children will go to Christine's mother's house. You would be responsible for the whole operation until we return. Please don't feel that you have to. I can get some neighbors to help if you don't want to do it."
Dave and Dustin looked at each other for a moment, evidently reading each other's thoughts. Dave spoke for both of them.
"We are honored that you would trust us, but we won't be watching over Jared. We will be a team of three and he will be the leader because he knows the routine and what has to be done. If that works for you, we are willing to take it on."
Jared, blushing with pride, turned and high-fived both of them. He was elated to be treated like a peer by two guys who were at least three years older than he.
"That's fine," Bob smiled. "But I still expect Jared to defer to the judgment of you older guys if there is a problem. You have had more life experience than he has had. I want you all to be especially careful around machinery. I'm a good example of what happens when you get careless! That's why I don't have Jason out driving the tractor yet. When I was his age, I was running a lot of machinery. Now the thought of putting a kid that young on a tractor scares me to death!"
The rest of the day went by quickly. When the evening chores were done, Dave was trying to decide what to make for supper since it was his turn to cook. Both boys were tired and were going to go for a frozen entree. But before they could get it started thawing, Jared appeared saying that his mother wanted the boys to eat with them. It was too good an offer to pass up.
After the hearty dinner, Dustin and Dave felt their strength returning. They were not going to go to bed with the chickens after all.
Bob wanted them to stay and visit for awhile; so they did. He told them more about the farm and why he wanted to keep it in the family. It was a "century" farm. That meant it had been in the same family for a hundred years or more.
It was a small, family farm and at one point he had thought it could not survive in the face of competition from large corporate operations. Then, organic farming became popular. Everything Bob raised from cattle to crops was done without chemicals. That meant more work and smaller yields, but it also meant a lot more money for what was produced.
Rather than applying weed killer, they removed the pests with hoeing and tilling. It was labor intensive, but profitable. As long as he could hire some inexpensive help, it would work. He asked the boys to think of kids that might like to pick up a few bucks working in the fields when the work-load got too heavy.
The biggest roadblock for Bob's dream was that he could not afford to buy more land. An older widow who had a small farm adjoining his was allowing him to rent her property in return for a percentage of the profits. However, the same corporation that was trying to buy his farm was pushing her to sell.
Originally, Bob's brother was going to buy it, but that dream died along with him in Afghanistan when his HumVee was blown up by a roadside bomb. The outlook for the future did not look bright.
"I'm sorry to lay all of that on you," Bob said as he finished his story. "Sometimes, I just need someone to talk to about it. Thanks for letting me vent. I promise I will be more upbeat when I return from Minnesota. Mayo is going to get me back on track physically and then I'll feel better mentally as well."
The boys returned to their trailer feeling bad for Bob and his family, but without a clue as to what could be done to help. They would say a prayer for him, but they certainly didn't have the monetary means to do more than that.
Concern about the Manson's problems did not keep the boys from enjoying the rest of their evening. The air was cool and the sky sparkled like tiny diamonds on dark blue velvet. Out in the country away from the light-pollution of town, the stars seemed brighter and more numerous. The guys walked hand in hand to their snug little trailer enjoying the quiet and the aroma of crops and earth. It was idyllic and romantic.
Jared watched the lovers from his bedroom window and thought about how much they seemed to care for each other and how "normal" they both acted. He had always assumed that gay people couldn't act like regular guys.
Dave started nibbling on Dustin's ear the moment the got in the door. He nearly knocked Dustin on the floor with his ardor.
"My, aren't we horny tonight?" Dustin laughed.
"Yeah, WE are," Dave responded. "I'd like to get laid by my favorite farmer. I want you naked, but with your boots on!"
Dustin was only too happy to accommodate Dave's wishes. What Dave was proposing sounded kinky! Soon both were hard and stark naked except for Dustin's socks and boots. Dustin felt like he was a macho stud and Dave felt like he was yielding to a physically powerful man. It was a major turn-on for both of them! (Next time, they might very well reverse roles.)
Dustin may have been as horny as a bull in heat, but he was as gentle as a lamb in preparing his lover for his entry. Dave got on all fours and took the invading shaft without a murmur of complaint. He was so turned on that he pushed his butt back with lustful enthusiasm to welcome the hot poker.
Dustin rocked to and fro in slow, sensuous movements. Dave began to push back even harder in order to sink Dustin's rampant cock as deeply into his bowels as possible. Dustin suddenly stopped; Dave whimpered.
"Please don't stop!"
"I want to turn you over so that I can see your face when you cum," Dustin explained. "I want to feel your hot load all over my abs!"
In a flash, Dave was on his back and Dustin was reentering him. Dustin not only wanted to see his lover's face, but he wanted to kiss it as well. Dave loved the feeling of Dustin's tongue battling with his in synch with the thrusting rhythm of Dustin's big cock.
Both boys began the mantra of: unh, unh, unh. The sounds reached a fever pitch as they neared their climaxes. The tight area between their abs was slick from Dave's precum which was, by that time, flowing like tap-water. Dave couldn't hold out much longer. He gave a final cry of ecstasy as he flooded their bellies. The clenching of his rectal muscles practically milked the deluge of nectar from Dustin's dick. He too nearly screamed in delight as he came.
Outside in the shadows, Jared's young prick squirted a small, watery load on the grass. He went to his knees because his legs had turned to rubber. He had never experienced anything to equal that moment. The thumb on his left had bore teeth marks from his efforts not to cry out when he came. He quickly pulled up his pants and sprinted to the back door of the house. Luckily his parents were in their bedroom and no one was downstairs. He stripped off all of his clothes and lay naked on his bed. His cock was coming to life again and he played with it gently thinking about the sounds he had heard from the trailer. It wasn't long before he had achieved a mostly dry orgasm. It felt great, but he felt guilty. How angry would God be? What price would he have to pay when he died?
Dane was enjoying his duties as lifeguard. The younger boys who had started out to see what they could get away with were now pretty well tamed. They were intimidated by his lean, muscular physique and the size of the bulge in his Speedo. They were little boys and he was a stud.
On several afternoons, Dane got to see some of his friends. Of course, he couldn't socialize much, but they could come over to talk to him as long as he kept his eyes on the pool. His supervisor, Connie Stover, made sure that he had enough breaks so that he could stay alert.
Corey and Dan hung out at the pool some mornings. When they oiled each other's bodies with sun lotion, it was so sensuous that Dane was afraid he would throw enough wood to rip his swim suit right down the middle. After one of those displays, he sat down beside them during his break.
"You guys are going to have to tone it down or you'll be out to the whole town before you want to be," he whispered.
"Are we that obvious?" Dan whispered back.
"Hell, yes!" Dane responded somewhat louder. "You are lucky that it's mostly little kids around before noon. If anyone our age were here, they would know exactly what you're doing."
"Looks like you noticed," Corey smirked as he stared at Dane's crotch.
Sure enough, there was a widening damp spot caused by the precum that was leaking from Dane's semi-hard cock.
"I'm going to take a quick shower to cool off," Dane called to Ms. Stover as he jogged to the locker room.
The tepid shower would cool his libido and give him the chance to wash out the pre-cum stains. He would have to make sure that Colt emptied his balls for him before he came back the next morning!
Colt was half hard all afternoon thinking about what he would like to do to Dane when he got the chance. They had missed making love for a couple of days because of being tired from their jobs and having other family interruptions. But tonight they were going to make up for lost time.
Trent noticed the dreamy look in Colt's eyes and rightly guessed that he was thinking of Dane. He was considering teasing Colt, but thought better of it. Colt didn't tease him when he tented his shorts talking about Sarah. Colt was a good friend ever since they had settled their differences their freshman year. Yeah, both Colt and Dane were good buddies. It didn't matter that they were gay; they were supportive and nice to all of their friends.
Greta had gone out to the lake cottage, so Dane and Colt had the house to themselves. Ellen invited them over for dinner, but said that she knew they were working hard and wouldn't want to stay too long. It was like she was reading their minds. Dane wondered how much his mother knew about their sexual needs. It scared him to think about it!
When they got back to their own bedroom, Dane told Colt about the precum incident in his Speedo. Colt got a sexy look on his face and suggested that one of them go to the other bedroom and that they both put on the skimpy bikinis that Roger had purchased for their trip to Mexico.
"Then we'll meet back here and see how wet we can make the fronts of these things before we can't stand it anymore!"
Dane agreed to the plan as he took the tiny bit of nylon and went to the room where Dave and Dustin lived in the winter. When he returned, the room was softly lighted by a couple of candles and Colt was lying spread-eagle on the bed. Dane crawled up from the foot of the bed licking his way up Colt's legs. Colt began to leak precum almost immediately. The thrill of pleasuring his "stallion" had its effect on Dane's Cowper's gland too. His damp spot was already about twice the diameter it had been in the morning.
When Dane turned his body around the other direction and hovered over Colt, both knew that precum wasn't the only thing that would wet their suits. Colt pulled on Dane's hips to guide the tasty bulge closer to his mouth. Then using tongue, lips, and even teeth occasionally, he hungrily worked his lover over.
Of course, Colt was receiving as good as he was giving. Dane's techniques matched Colt's closely. All at once, Dane cried out, went stiff, and began to deliver his load right through the thin fabric. Colt thrust upwards and blasted into and through his bikini too. It took a few more minutes of sucking to get all of the cum out of the cloth. They did that lying side by side because Dane was too spent to support his body weight.
The guys helped each other out of their skimpy suits before cuddling. Sleep overtook them quickly.
Author's notes:
As many of you know, we had one gay couple who got married in Iowa before a stay was ordered to prevent more marriage licenses from being issued to same-sex couples. We all assume that someone will try to pass an amendment to prevent more gay marriages, but this is a small victory.
Thanks to all who wrote to me recently. A couple of guys have written in regard to "Zeke" and "Always and Forever" because they discovered them on storylover.us and wanted to encourage me to write more.
The list includes: Don B, Stephen P, Luiz, Ian G, Killian, Alan A, Jim We, Tim E, Tim P, James H, Paul W, Davy, Jim C, Carroll, Mark D, Paul R, Kurt N, Vin, Joe, Robbie, Tom H, and David S. A special thanks to Tom who has proofed and caught several chronological errors!
David