Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 96
By David Lee
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This story contains scenes of love and sexual interaction. Much of this involves males with other males. If the reading or possessing of such material as this is illegal in your country, state, province, county, municipality, etc., please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further. If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so. It is not my intention to offend anyone or to get you in trouble.
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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 96
Brent was feeling pretty good after his nap, all things considered. He asked Mike to help him slip on his hospital robe so that he could take a walk. They were standing there by the bed when a nurse came in.
"Well, it looks like you're ready to get some exercise. I've been given orders to have you take a stroll around the corridors. It's good therapy to keep your muscles strong and your blood flowing. Do you need any help?"
Brent was sure that Mike could handle the job and the two began at a slow, steady pace. They saw signs that said there was a walking track two floors up, so they took the elevator to explore it.
Once the doors had closed, Brent grabbed Mike and kissed him immediately. Mike was momentarily caught off guard, but quickly responded in like manner. Both were panting and breathless when the car stopped at the fifth floor.
The boys grinned, like people who have shared some deep secret, as they walked along the indoor track. Brent used his condition as an excuse to put his arm around Mike "for support". The body contact felt so good to Mike that his jeans began to be uncomfortably snug in the crotch area.
According to the markers on the wall, they had walked an eighth of a mile. Ahead, was a restroom and Brent asked to make a pit stop. Mike opened the door and held it for Brent who came in slowly, but quickly shut and locked it behind him. He stuck out his tongue and wiggled it sensuously.
"You don't have to go do you?" Mike giggled.
"No, but I need to cum!" Brent responded.
In less time than it would take to describe it, both boys were stark naked and hard. They kissed and rubbed against each other leaving sticky tracks of precum glistening on their firm bodies.
Mike sat on the toilet and pulled Brent toward him. He engulfed most of Brent's throbbing cock in one gulp. Brent was moaning and squirming in anticipation. Mike backed off to bathe his lover's testicles gently. He took first the left one in his mouth and then the right. His tongue traced every square centimeter.
"They feel completely normal," he announced. "There aren't any nodules or lumps of any kind. They do seem rather large and quite hot."
"That's because they're full of sperm and ready to turn blue if you don't finish!" Brent panted.
Mike went back to work. He caressed the two orbs with his left hand while he teased Brent's perineum with his right and licked the head of Brent's cock with the tip of his tongue. It was exquisite torture for Brent who had both hands on Mike's shoulders for support.
Suddenly, Brent bucked forward plunging his steely tool into Mike's throat nearly choking him as he let loose with a torrent of hot, sticky juice. Mike pulled back to catch it and savor it in his mouth before swallowing. It was vintage Brent all the way. His eyes got teary thinking about the fact that he might not have been able to taste his lover's essence again had things turned out differently.
"Mike, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't remove your tonsils. I didn't mean to thrust so hard. It was just so awesome that I couldn't control myself."
"No problem, Babe. I loved every moment of it. But, you're gonna need another IV after all the liquid you just shot."
"I have a better plan to recover what I spent," Brent giggled. "Let's trade places!"
Mike wasn't sure that Brent was strong enough yet to reciprocate, but Brent proved him wrong. He did basically the same thing to Mike that Mike had done to him. He agreed that the tongue method was probably as effective as rolling balls between fingers and thumb for checking for tumors. He checked so thoroughly that Mike nearly came from the excitement.
When Brent swallowed Mike to the hilt and reached one hand to pinch his left nipple and the other to massage his rosebud, Mike could hold back no longer. His heightened moans alerted Brent to what was going to happen.
"Oh oh oh oh oh; nuh nuh nuh; fuck yes!" Mike exclaimed as he shot volley after volley of tangy juice into Brent's mouth.
Brent swallowed most of it, but pulled his lover down to share the rest in a kiss.
The boys were startled by a knock on the door.
"Is everything okay in there?" a male voice inquired.
"It's alright, my buddy was a little constipated, but everything came out okay," Mike answered in a somewhat shaky voice.
The boys grinned at each other as they got dressed. (Mike had to help Brent with the gown and robe.) They remembered to flush the toilet so it sounded like someone had used it for its intended purpose. Then they washed their hands in an attempt to stall a bit before facing whoever had rapped on the door. After they were composed again, they came out only to find the hall empty.
When the boys drew near to Brent's room, they saw two men at the nurses' station. Mike knew them immediately and ran ahead to hug them. Brent looked perplexed for a moment before it dawned on him who they were.
"I'm not sure that you'll remember us," Darrin said to Brent. "We're the paramedics who brought you here. I'm Darrin and this is John. Wow, you're looking 100% better!"
Brent began to shake their offered hands, but went in for a hug instead. The men were very careful not to squeeze him too tightly, but he gripped them firmly.
"Please come down to my humble abode and visit with us," Brent offered. "It ain't much, but it's all I have at the moment."
After they were seated, Brent and Mike continued to thank Darrin and John for their life-saving actions.
"I don't think that it was our doing really. It was like some small miracle happened. To be honest, I was afraid that we were losing you, Brent. You pulse was so weak that I was really worried and then it suddenly got stronger..."
"Oh my God, I know exactly when it was!" Brent exclaimed. "It just came back to me in a flash – like when you remember a dream. I think I had one of those out-of-body experiences. I always thought those stories were a load of crap, but now I believe because I have an image in my mind of looking down at my body lying on the floor. Darrin was checking my abdomen and John was using some device to send information to the hospital. Darrin was shaking his head. Then Mike held my hand and kept asking me not to go. Mike, I think your love kept me here!"
John was wiping tears from his eyes. He knew what it felt like to be close to death.
"I also witnessed you getting stronger when Mike kissed you in the examining room. I'm convinced that you regained your will to live because of your love for each other."
Both boys blushed realizing that they had outed themselves to a couple more people. Darrin could sense their apprehension, so he decided to ease their minds. He reached over and held John's hand in his.
"You're among friends," he assured the teens. "This is my partner in life as well as on the rescue team.
"Way cool!" Brent said excitedly. "It's awesome to know adults who understand."
"I take it that you're not out to your families," John observed. "If you run into trouble with them, you can be certain that our door is always open."
"Absolutely," Darrin agreed. "Please know that we would love to have a couple more guys sharing our big house with us and John's brother, Dan. We've been talking about that ever since we found out the circumstances of your beating. We figured that you might need a place to stay."
"Thanks!" both boys said in unison.
"Well, I hear the food cart coming down the hall, so that's our signal to leave. We'll check on you again if you're still in here next week. However, I have a strong feeling that you'll be home by Monday," Darrin said in parting.
Brent's appetite for dinner was even better than it had been for the previous meals of the day. Just before it arrived, he encouraged Mike to go to the cafeteria to bring back his meal so that they could eat together. It was great for Brent to be able to feed himself so that they could share a leisurely meal.
They were barely finished when Mike's parents, Michael and Brenda Long, entered the room with a "bouquet" of Mylar balloons for Brent.
"We had a little shopping to do in Cosgrove and decided we would see if you are well enough to have visitors. Your certainly look much better than we thought you would." Mike's mom smiled. "We also brought Mike some clothes to wear home tomorrow night."
"Mom, can't I stay until Brent's released?"
"Dear, you need to go to school on Monday. Brent will want you to get assignments from his teachers so that he can keep up his studies too."
Mike and Brent both looked dejected, but neither said anything. They could see the wisdom of her words, but they didn't want to be parted.
Brent's mother came in before the guys had a chance to plead their case. The two women got to talking about dealing with cleanup at Jodie's house.
Mike's mom said that she would get a work party together on Sunday afternoon and take care of it.
"You shouldn't have to be reminded of what your son went through anymore than necessary. I've been an emergency room nurse and I can deal with it more easily than you can," Brenda assured her.
While Brenda and Jodie were busy talking to each other, Mike's dad came closer to the bed to talk with the boys. Naturally, they started to soften him up to let Mike stay until Monday.
"He really needs me here to do things that the nurses can't get to quickly enough. And, I can help with his therapy like taking him to the track upstairs," Mike began.
"That's not the whole thing, is it?" Mike, Sr. said quietly. "You boys can hardly bear to be apart because you're really close, aren't you?"
The guys nodded.
"You're closer than most guys," he continued. "You care for each other on a deeper level."
The two teens gulped and lowered their eyes. They felt like deer caught in headlights.
"It's okay. I'm not judging or telling," he whispered. "I care about both of you."
"Dad, how did you know?"
"Tents aren't soundproof, Son..."
Their quiet, private conversation was interrupted by the words that Brent's mother was saying:
"So, I'm thinking that we may have to sell the house and move in with mother here in Cosgrove. Brent could transfer to Cosgrove High and I could probably get a better job here than I have in Bentonville at the courthouse.
"Mom, you can't be serious! I can't leave all of my friends and go to a new school. Please don't do it! I'll just die!"
"We'll see," Jodie answered. "I'm not sure how we can make a go of it on just my income."
"I'll get a job," Brent insisted. "I can quit doing sports and other activities and work a lot of hours. I just don't want to leave Bentonville and start over in another school without Mike and everyone."
Brent didn't have time to continue because a whole group of kids entered his room – Dane, Colt, Dustin, Dave, Jared, Logan, Trent, Sara, Jerry, and Carrie. They had cards, more balloons, and a sack of his favorite things to snack on.
"We would have been here last night, but the hospital said you could have only family," Colt informed him. "When I got in touch with the others, Jared asked if there was anything that we could do for you in the meantime. So, Carrie organized us into a work-team to clean up the house. We all agreed that it was not only constructive, but also a good way to show you how much you meant to us."
"Uh, we couldn't save the carpet in your room, but Dad bought a new piece the same color and got a couple of his friends to help install it," Carrie said. "Mom and Dad are coming tonight to check on you too."
Brent could scarcely contain himself. All of the love shown by his friends and his uncle made him want to cry with joy. He looked over at his mother who was also near tears.
"Well," Jodie smiled. "Forget what I said about moving. I can see why we need to stay. With all of your friends and my brother coming through for us, we'd be crazy to go somewhere else. Perhaps I can convince Mom to sell her house here and move in with us."
After all of his visitors had left for the night, Brent looked a Mike with a peaceful smile on his face.
"I really feel a lot better. I know that I haven't come to grips with everything that's happened the past few days, but I'm hopeful for the future. I have great friends – you in particular – and I have adults who will take me in if all hell breaks loose when we are discovered."
"Who says we'll be found out?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, like we're gonna be able to keep this under wraps forever. Your dad heard us and knows. You pretty much confirmed that we were more than friends by kissing me in the emergency room, not that I'm complaining. Someone heard us moaning in the restroom upstairs. We can't pretend that others we're around won't figure it out too."
"I'm not going to tell the world, but I'm not afraid anymore if people do find out," Mike said. "My dad's attitude gives me a lot of confidence."
The boys settled down for the night – Brent in his bed and Mike on the couch. Sometime in the middle of the night, Brent cried out in his sleep. Mike was up in a flash to comfort him. He climbed in Brent's bed and held him, talking softly to calm him.
The male nurse came in to see what the problem was. Mike told him about Brent's nightmare.
"I'm on duty until 7:00. The old prude who relieves me will have a cow if she finds you in bed together. I'll awaken you before I leave so that you can go back to the sofa. Sleep well."
Thanks to all who wrote since last posting: Jim We, Tom E, Mel K, Russell C, Jim C, Daniel F, Vin, Jason J, Brian H, Paul W, Luiz, Tim E, Vann, and my editors Tom H and David S.
Spring has finally hit eastern Iowa. It was in the mid 70's F today and I got out in the sun to work on my all-over tan. Yay!
David