Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 91
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 91
The following morning dawned clear and bright, but the boys from Bentonville were not up to see the sun rise. Their first inkling that the new day had arrived came in the form of the aroma of bacon frying in the kitchen.
Dane and Colt padded off to the bathroom in their underwear to empty their bladders and brush their teeth. They slipped on some shorts and Ts before going to see if they could be of help. Greta gave them tasks to do including getting the rest up and moving.
Fortunately, there were two full baths and a powder room on the main floor of the house. That allowed the other the boys to get presentable pretty quickly.
As Jared and Logan shared the main bathroom, they discussed Brent and Mike's sleeping arrangement.
"Do you think they're gay like Dane and Colt?" Logan asked.
"I'm not sure. They're always hanging with each other when they're on the farm, but they don't act different than lots of good buds. I suppose that they could have been telling us something last night. We may know more before the trip is over, if it matters. We'd better hurry up so we can eat with the rest."
It was around 11:00 when Dwayne arrived with Sharon and their new son. By then, the house was all tidied up and the guys' sleeping gear was stashed in their vehicles.
Colt got to hold his baby brother yet again. Dane would have loved a turn too, but held back because he knew how much it meant to his lover. Instead, he helped Greta get lunch ready. The other boys were quick to offer assistance too.
Sharon hugged her elder son tightly when it was nearing time for him to leave. While she would love to have him spend his last year of high school in Madison, she felt that she couldn't even hint at that. There was no sense in making him feel guilty about the great life he was experiencing in Bentonville. His grandmother and his cousin/lover were taking good care of him. Sharon loved seeing how well he was thriving.
Dwayne hugged him too. He had never felt anything but warmth and affection from his step-son. He wished that he could have been there to see the boy growing up, but he would now have another son to watch through all of those stages.
They both invited everyone to stop in anytime they were in the neighborhood. The boys, in turn, remembered to thank them for their hospitality.
After their farewells, the guys headed out to the campground that Dane had mentioned. On the way, they stopped at a supermarket for food supplies and ice. Their task didn't take much time, so they had most of the afternoon ahead of them.
The campground area that was set aside for tenting was nearly empty because of the recent weather. They were able to secure very desirable sites for two nights.
"Is anyone's parents upset that we won't arrive home until Sunday and then start school the next day?" Dane asked, after everyone had called home.
"Mom said: `No sweat, since it's a half-day anyway,'" Logan grinned.
The other boys had received similar responses from their families, although Trent mentioned that Sara was slightly pissed that she would be without him on Saturday night. Jerry said that Carrie understood that guys needed to be with other guys sometimes, so she was okay with it.
Bob Manson seemed especially content that Jared was going to have an extra couple of days to relax. Dave and Dustin had offered to take up the slack on the farm.
"Can we really go to a nude beach?" Brent asked once they had their tents erected.
"If you all agree that you want to go and everyone promises to keep it to ourselves," Colt said.
"You mean like `what happens here, stays here'?" Jerry said, repeating the slogan from a commercial for Las Vegas.
"Exactly," Colt grinned. "I think there are a number of things we've done on this trip that we might not want to tell at the breakfast table on Monday morning."
Remembering their circle jerk, as well as some other incidences of private playing around, the younger boys nodded in agreement.
"How soon can we go?" Mike inquired, blushing at how eager he appeared.
"Soon," Colt giggled. "Keep your pants on – at least till we get there!"
Dane mentioned that the walk to the beach was quite a distance from the parking lot and they didn't have bikes for transportation, so he suggested that they drive to the opposite side of the river and paddle across. They could all squeeze into Trent's dad's van and use the two canoes that were on top. They would ride a bit low in the water, but without any other gear except for one cooler with snacks and drinks, it would be possible.
As they neared Mazo beach, Logan and Jared were obviously nervous and excited about this new experience. They anticipated that their education in anatomy was going to be increased exponentially.
The guys pulled their canoes up onto the beach several yards from the shore where they could keep an eye on them. They didn't assume that anyone would steal them, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.
Dane and Colt led the group to a spot between the family section and the all-male section. They spread out their towels, stripped off their swim trunks, and applied lotion to each other's bodies. Neither popped wood, since they often sunned nude.
The other guys followed suit. They paired up like they did for tenting. The only ones who seemed uncomfortable in touching their buds in public were Jared and Logan, but they got over it seeing that Trent and Jerry didn't seem to have a problem with it. However, they had to lie on their stomachs quickly because they were beginning to sprout boners.
Mike and Brent got hard too, but were very casual about it. They seemed proud of what they had to show and received admiring looks for several of the men walking by.
Logan and Jared chattered nervously for about the first half hour. They would nudge each other when a nude female happened to walk fairly close. Sometimes they would whisper something that their companions couldn't hear and that would set off a round of giggling. They hadn't known about the effect of gravity on aging women's breasts.
After some time had passed, Dane and Colt said that they were going to take a stroll to the all-male section of the beach. Mike and Brent decided to accompany them. There weren't a lot of guys there, but most of the ones who were looked fit and tan. There were a couple that looked more like dirty old men, but the boys didn't pay attention to their leers.
Two college aged guys were standing waist-deep in the river kissing. It was evident from the movement of their arms that they were stimulating each other under the water. Mike got a stiffy from watching and when he did, Brent got hard too. Dane suggested that they might all like to "cool off" in the water.
When the four friends came down the bank – two of them hard and the other two semi-hard, the lovers broke their kiss and turned to admire the scenery.
"Come on in; the water's fine," one of them called.
"I know the temperature is going to go up when you guys get in," the other one said. "I can feel mine rising right now!"
He stood up on tip-toe so that the end of his "temperature gauge" showed above the water.
Brent sat on the edge of the sandy bank where the water came up about to his nipples. He pulled Mike down so that he was sitting on Brent's lap. Mike could feel Brent's hot shaft nestled in the crack of his butt. It was a definite turn-on! His own cock was pointing upward in the water, but it was submerged enough not to show from any distance.
A few waves washed toward them from the wake of a passing motorboat. The ripples created a gentle rocking motion that stimulated both boys.
Colton and Dane exchanged a few kisses, standing in water slightly above their waists. They cupped each other's butts as well.
The college boys came out of the water to sit on the edge of the bank like Brent and Mike were, only they moved back far enough to show off their impressive erections. Both had clean-shaven crotches which made their cocks look even longer.
"Come and join us," they invited.
"My name is Thad," the taller of the pair said as he offered his hand to Dane.
"I'm Troy," the other guy introduced himself.
"My name is Dane and this is Colt, my boyfriend."
Since Dane and Colt were still standing when the introductions were made, it put their stiff dicks at about eye level for the college guys who made no attempt to hide the fact that they were enjoying their vantage point. Dane and Colton got stiffer in response.
"Are you guys going to the university in Madison?" Troy asked.
"Nah, we're still in high school. That won't happen for another year and we'll probably go to Iowa State," Dane replied.
"I have to say that you're well hung for preppies!" Thad smiled. "We were hoping that we would meet other guys out here that we might hang with this year. We're both just starting at Madison next week after two years of community college. We don't know anyone yet, but we're hoping to get involved with the gay and lesbian group on campus."
"We helped found a gay/straight alliance in our high school," Colt announced proudly. "We came out this year to all of our friends at school – including the girls we used to date."
Troy and Thad told the guys that they had grown up in a small homophobic community in Kansas and were really glad to be off to college away from home. They couldn't believe it when Dane told how many gay friends he and Colt had.
In the process of their conversation, they figured out that they were all staying at the same campground.
"There's a lot of like-minded boys and men who camp there in the summer and come here to get naked together," Thad grinned. "If you're looking for some action, I'm sure you find some."
"We don't really want to get involved in a group thing with strangers," Colt insisted. "We've lived through one problem of jealousy and misunderstanding and we don't want to repeat it."
"That's for sure," Dane agreed.
Meanwhile, Brent and Mike were engaged in a session of heavy petting. Their dicks might not be visible to the world, but there was no missing what was going on. They certainly didn't act like the shy kids they'd been when Colt and Dane had caught them masturbating together on the scouting trip.
"They are really adorable," Troy commented. "Do you think they'd like to play?"
"They're horny as hell, but they're only 15," Colt cautioned. "You'd better not even ask."
"Oh, I didn't take them for `chicken'," Troy exclaimed.
"We're not "chicken'," announced Mike who had overheard part of the conversation. "If we were, we wouldn't be doing this where you could see!"
"No, no," Thad giggled. Chicken' is a term of guys who are underage that men shouldn't be messing around with because it could land them in jail. Older guys who go after young ones are called chicken hawks'."
Mike and Brent seemed to enjoy being exhibitionists and continued their little show until they started to gasp and moan. Mike bucked, shooting his load into the water hard enough that some of the milky substance came to the top. Brent came a few seconds later. He scooted up on his knees at the very last minute squirting his offering on Mike's abs.
Troy and Thad applauded; Colt and Dane looked dismayed.
Since it was getting near dinner time and Mike and Brent had accomplished their goal, the four boys bid adieu to the college guys and went looking for the rest of their group. On the way, Colt had a few words to say to their younger companions.
"What were you guys thinking? You could get in trouble. If a DNR officer came by, he could haul your asses in for performing a sex act in public. You could end up on a sex registry and be passed over for jobs and everything!"
"Hey, it's the gay part of the beach, who would complain?" Brent fired back.
"The officers wouldn't see it that way. We won't bring you back tomorrow if you don't clean up your act."
"We aren't angry with you," Dane insisted. "We just want you to be safe. It's fine to do it around your friends like we did around the fire, but this is too risky. I know you got carried away. What happened to the shy, innocent kids we met last year?"
"I'm sorry," Brent said. "I'm the one who shot my load so everyone could see it. It felt so hot at the time, but it won't happen again. Please bring us back!"
"I'm sorry, too," Mike added. "I promise that we'll take care of each other before we come tomorrow. That is, if you bring us back."
"Okay, apologies accepted," Colt nodded. "I know I'm sounding like a parent, but I don't want you guys to chance getting into trouble with the law. What happened back there will stay back there. We won't mention it to the others if you don't."
"Thanks," Brent signed in relief.
The other four guys were already thinking about the steaks they'd purchased for dinner, so they all got dressed to go back to the campground as soon as everyone met up again.
After a sumptuous meal, the guys lazed around the campfire not wanting to move. After awhile, Mike and Brent said that they were heading for the showers.
A minute later, Jerry excused himself to go pee. He noticed a sleazy looking man getting up from a lawn chair and following Brent and Mike into the shower house. He had an uncomfortable feeling, so he ran back to the campsite to talk to the others.
"There is some creep who looked around to see who was watching and then started toward our guys. It may be nothing, but I have this intuitive feeling."
"Let's go," Trent agreed. "Sara and I saw a show about that on Oprah one afternoon. They said that if it doesn't feel right, it probably isn't!"
The boys agreed that Jerry should go in first to see what was happening and the rest could come quickly if they were needed. So, Jerry proceeded to the urinal keeping his ears open.
The man was so busy lusting over the naked youths in the shower that he didn't hear Jerry come in. He was evidently in the middle of a sales pitch.
"And with your looks, I could get you guys into modeling. What you need is someone to create a photo portfolio. I have all of the equipment in my rig. I won't even charge you for doing the shoot. Come over after your two buddies go to bed."
"Uh, n-no thanks," Brent stammered. "We aren't interested."
"We don't want to," Mike said assertively. "Leave us alone!"
"Look, I was trying to be nice about this, but you're not cooperating. If you don't show up, I'm going to tell the cops about what you did at the beach today, you little perverts!"
Jerry had heard enough. He went to the shower area where the younger boys were now on the verge of panic.
"Why don't you leave these boys alone?" he commanded rather than asked.
"This one's my son and he's not obeying me," the guy said pointing to Mike. (Obviously he'd not seen Jerry with the boys in the afternoon.)
Jerry gave a whistle and five other guys burst into the room. The man did recognize Dane and Colt as companions of the younger boys. Now it was his turn to feel apprehensive.
Colt got right in the man's face and demanded an explanation.
"I w-a-a-s just trying to help these two with a career possibility," he stuttered. "They could be models for Abercrombie and Fitch if they had the right photos. I'm a professional photographer."
"Yeah, r-i-i-i-gth!" Jerry scoffed. "They'd end up on every child pornography site on the Internet. You'd get good money for young teens."
"You can't lay a hand on me or I'll call the cops," the man shouted once he got his nerve back. "Get out of my way!"
"I'll be the one calling the cops!" Colt shouted back.
"If those boys were put on the witness stand, it would come out that they're queer," the man insisted.
"Hey, they're out to everyone at school, so why would they care?" Colt lied without hesitation.
Seeing that he had played his trump card and lost, the man made a rush for the door. No one stopped him because they felt they had him on the defensive already. It would be their word against his if he acquiesced them of trying to beat him up.
Jerry ran outside in time to record the license number of the motor home as it backed over the lawn chair. The guy left so fast that he didn't unhook the hoses. Now water was spewing everywhere and there was a small spill of sewage on the driveway.
The manager of the campgrounds came out to see what the ruckus was about. He shut off the water and headed to the office with Jerry close behind.
"That scumbag tried to entice a couple of minors in the bathroom and I caught him. I think he's a pornographer!" Jerry told the manager.
The manager called the sheriff's office to report the incident. He noticed that the license number the man had registered with did not match what Jerry had observed on the rig. Both numbers were given to the authorities along with the name the man had used.
Mike and Brent were thoroughly shaken by the incident. They stood disoriented with tears in their eyes not knowing what to do next. Their companions dried them off, helped them dress, and tried to comfort them as they all proceeded to the office. The manager kindly let them sit in the tiny lounge next to his office. He brought in a variety of soft drinks for them and then left them alone to talk.
"It's my fault for showing off at the beach," Brent sobbed. "I guess I had it coming. If only I'd have thought with my head instead of my dick, this wouldn't have happened."
In the process, he told everyone what had transpired. None of the others passed judgment on Mike or him. In fact all the boys said it was normal to be horny enough to get carried away at times.
"Don't feel like you had it coming!" Jerry told them. "Predators use guilt feelings to con kids into doing what they want. Then, when the kids do what they ask, they have another thing to use as blackmail and then another until it looks like there's no way out. You were standing your ground against him even before we intervened."
A half hour later, the manager reappeared saying that the man who had registered as "Jim Smith" had been apprehended and that the sheriff was on his way to talk to the boys. Mike and Brent sat in dread about what he was going to do.
When the friendly-looking officer strode into the room, the young boys felt somehow relieved. He didn't look like he was going to put them through the third degree.
"I'm Sheriff Taylor," he announced. "We stopped that nasty pervert for having a broken taillight, but it gave us the excuse to run his name through the computer. There's an outstanding warrant for his arrest on suspected child molestation under a different name. He has a bunch of aliases, so there's no telling how many kids he's hurt. A judge is working on a search warrant so that we can check his laptop. I have no doubt that he will be put out of circulation until he's too old to get it up. Oops, sorry about that! Anyway, if you want to press charges, you are welcome to, but I know we'll have enough without that. I hate to see kids put through the stress of a trial if it's not necessary."
"Thanks!" Mike and Brent said in chorus. "We'd really rather not if we don't have to, but we'll face it if it's necessary to put him away."
"Thank YOU!" the sheriff insisted. "Your quick thinking and actions have already saved a lot of other kids from a worse fate."
After Sheriff Taylor departed, Brent and Mike still needed to talk.
"I've learned my lesson," Brent said to Colt. "You were right, Dad."
Colt grinned. "Hey, I only come on like a father when I think it's necessary. You guys are going to be okay. I think this might have been a good lesson."
"Yes, Dad," Mike said solemnly, trying to keep the corners of his mouth from curling up into a smile.
"Let's get to bed," Trent suggested. "We've had enough excitement for one night. We need our rest if we're going to hike in the morning and sun in the afternoon."
Zipping their bags together for the night wasn't about sex, although Mike and Brent did crawl in naked. They held each other and talked about how lucky they were to have good friends as their guardian angels; and how understanding the sheriff had been.
"Do you think we should thank God for helping us?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, thank you, Sir. We really appreciate it." Brent said aloud looking heavenward.
"Yeah, we really do!" Mike echoed.
Then, wrapped in each other's arms for security, the exhausted teens went to sleep.
Thanks to all who wrote this past week: Jim We, Carroll, Joe C, Luiz, Bob and Walt, Alastair, Rad, and Ray. A special thanks to Tom and David who edit.
David