Tommy and Tanner Chapter 87
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Tommy and Tanner, Chapter 87
The following morning, Barry and Larry woke up with big smiles on their faces. They hadn't had quite as much sleep as they would have liked although their housewarming party had ended early so Tori could be put to bed. Their peers had stayed a bit longer, not departing until the bed was set up and made. There had been little left to arrange since their furnishings were sparse.
Once their friends left, Barry and Larry had taken a leisurely shower together and climbed into bed – naked, of course. They vowed not to put clothes on at all when they were home alone, unless it was too cold to be comfortable. And since it was late spring, the weather would be favorable for several months to come.
After having satisfied their sexual needs, twice, they had fallen into a very relaxed sleep and felt great when their clock radio roused them.
"Wanna fool around again?" Larry asked, running his hand across the top of Barry's pubes.
"I'd love to, but we can't be late for school and we need to eat. I don't know about you, but sex makes me hungry as a bear!"
"Okay, I guess I can wait until tonight. My stomach is growling."
"We can probably get in a quickie between homework and my late-night job."
"Damn it Barry, I wish you'd reconsider that job at 7-Eleven. Several convenience stores have been robbed in the `burbs in the past month and someone got killed in the last one."
"Those all happened closer to the city and I'm not gonna worry about it. Besides, we need the money if we're gonna save enough to help with college. I know we can get loans for part of it, but we don't want to be paying them off when we're old and gray."
"I s'pose you're right, but I'd rather have US poor than YOU dead!"
At school, many of their acquaintances noticed how happy Barry and Larry looked throughout the day. In fact, a number of their teachers saw a definite change in them and wondered what caused it and how long it would last. Their close friends knew the source of their elation and grinned every time they pictured the pair in their apartment.
Coach Lewis thought it had to be more than simply the end of track season because they'd never once complained about his constantly pushing them to improve. After he'd let them back on the team, following their drinking incident the year before, they'd been model athletes. Perhaps it had to do with the end of their senior year rapidly approaching.
The answer came in a flash when he caught them surreptitiously holding hands in the back of his room while the lights were lowered for watching a short video about the Supreme Court. He made a production about turning the lights back up at the end in order to give them a chance to stop doing it before their classmates noticed. It surprised him that they made no move to hide their activity. It looked like they didn't care!
From what he'd heard, they did seem to care more about their final class assignments than they had in the past. Perhaps their apparent relationship was helping them to mature.
The university term ended ahead of public schools, and some students came home for a few days while others were staying in Middleton for the summer.
Tim and Melody were among the former. For the foreseeable future, at least until they had earned their undergraduate degrees, DeKalb would BE their home. If either or both went on for post-grad work, they would likely remain in the duplex. Their landlords were certainly easy to get along with!
They both looked happy and healthy. Married life was agreeing with them. Melody's mother, Marge, suggested that when they came home to visit they could stay with Steve and her to avoid making more work for Teri, but assured them she wasn't trying to monopolize their time and fully understood when they planned activities with Tim's family.
Drake and Chris were both hired on by Hank and Toby's company, so they would be sharing the apartment with Chris' Dad and little brother. Jake could scarcely wait to have them home because they would be great company when his dad was out of town on business. He could be trusted to stay by himself, but he did get lonesome if he had to. More often than not, he lived with Lee and Peter when his dad was away for any extended period.
Chas came home for the summer too. The girl who had thrilled his body and stolen his heart had dropped him like a rock when she met a tall blond frat boy who enticed her into his bed. The experience left Chas at loose ends. He figured it would never work trying to win Mindy back and he wasn't at all sure he wanted to. She would probably never trust him again anyway. Besides, much as he envied what Tim had, he wasn't ready to settle down anytime soon. There were a few other things he wanted to try.
During the final week or so of their high school days, Tommy and Tanner often walked to classes or lunch hand in hand. They had been out to their friends for a long time and they didn't want to feel like they had to hide anything. While they weren't trying to offend anyone, except Lisa perhaps, they felt it was okay for them to exercise the same rights as heterosexual couples. (They were registered domestic partners, after all.)
Given their reputation of sending bullies to the hospital, no one made an issue of it. Lisa might roll her eyes or make a disgusted grimace when she encountered them, but she wasn't worth worrying about.
Seniors took their final exams about a week before the under classmen. It gave them time to prepare for graduation and the parties that went with it, plus it provided a few days of grace for those who might have make-up work to finish in order to be eligible to receive their diplomas.
It was the week after most seniors had finished that Larry's worst fear almost became a reality. About 3:40 a.m. a man came into the 7-Eleven where Barry was working and demanded all the money in the register and safe. When Barry explained that he didn't have the combination to the safe, the robber pulled out a small pistol and pointed it at him.
"Open the fuckin' safe or you're road-kill. Come out where I can see your hands; I don't want you pushin' no God damned alarm button or you'll end up like that bitch in Berwyn."
With hands shaking, Barry did as he was told. He had the appearance of someone who might faint dead away from fright. It was exactly the reaction the man had wanted to create in brandishing a weapon. He let down his guard because he felt completely in control.
"I'm gonna puke!" Barry exclaimed, lurching toward the wastebasket.
The robber instinctively moved to avoid being hurled on and in that split second, Barry reacted swiftly and surely. His sharp kick to the man's balls caused him to fall to the floor and lose consciousness. Quickly, Barry kicked the gun behind the counter and hit the alarm button as well as calling 911.
The police arrived quickly, just as the would-be robber was coming to.
"Oh God, I'm gonna be sick!" the man said as HE began to throw up everything he'd eaten in the past several hours.
Having been fooled as a rookie by a similar distraction, the officer in charge calmly handcuffed the man and read him his rights. However, from the greenish hue of his complexion, his vomiting appeared not to be a ploy.
While this was going on, the second officer was taking Barry's statement and carefully bagging the pistol as evidence.
"Son, you took a chance fighting back, but it probably saved your life. I'm certain from the surveillance tapes we saw of the Kwik Trip robbery in a south suburb that this is the same man."
"Um, that's in Berwyn where the girl was killed, isn't it? He said something about a girl who'd tried to hit the alarm button."
"Yup that's the one; and there's a pretty substantial reward for his capture. It might be enough for you to quit working for a couple of years or find a safer job even if it pays less!"
"Joe, are you trying to scare off my new employee?" the manager kidded as he came in to assess the situation.
"Sorry about that, Sam, but you know how I feel about young people working in vulnerable spots all alone in the wee hours."
"Yeah, I know. Barry, I'll finish your shift so you can go to the station. You can have tomorrow night off with pay, but I can't do more than that. I hope you'll come back, but I'll understand if you don't."
"Thanks! I might not be back. My bud, uh, my boyfriend was afraid for me and I doubt he'll let me."
"I understand that too. My wife worries about me when I pull the late shift."
By the time Barry was through being interviewed again and signing his statement at headquarters, it was nearly the end of his shift anyway. He had stayed focused through it all and was now quietly letting himself into the apartment.
"What's happened? You look like shit!" Larry exclaimed.
"I almost bought it."
"Bought what?"
"My spot in the cemetery."
"Oh damn!" Larry cried, as he took Barry into his arms.
It was at that point Barry's shock-induced calm was shattered. He nearly collapsed into a heap, and would have ended up on the floor if Larry hadn't been able to support him and steer him toward the futon in time.
After he'd had a good cry, he calmed down again and even managed a weak smile.
"I'm making you tea and toast like my grandmother used to for me." Larry insisted.
"You don't have to baby me," Barry protested mildly.
"Maybe not, but I'm going to. I'll bet you don't have the strength to resist me either."
"You know I can't resist you – ever," Barry grinned as he nibbled on Larry's left earlobe.
"How can you be horny at a time like this?" Larry scolded with a twinkle in his eye.
After Barry had taken a bit of nourishment, they took a shower together. Barry wanted to remove the stink of fear that he was sure still clung to him. Larry wanted to soothe his lover by gently washing him and coming into contact with every part of his body that he could reach.
After quickly drying one another with the same towel (supposedly to save on laundry), Barry pulled Larry into bed - both still slightly damp. Larry nudged him onto his side in order to snuggle up to his back. He took Barry's steely cock in his right hand, reveling in the size and warmth of it.
Barry nestled back even closer, enjoying the sensation of Larry's hardon so near to his most private area. Barry adjusted his butt cheeks, allowing that throbbing appendage to make contact with his rosebud. They remained like that for several minutes feeling almost like one flesh.
Still hard as a rock, Barry fell asleep before Larry's slow-motion ministrations could finish him off. Larry smiled as he too closed his eyes, still holding his favorite toy.
Barry's cell phone awakened them after a couple of hours. Larry found it and handed it to him so he wouldn't have to get out of bed.
"Hi Grandma! How are you?" Barry said as he propped himself up against the headboard. "Yes, I did. He did what? Oh, he's been like that quite awhile; I'm surprised they didn't fire him last year. He told you that? Yup, I'm gay and I'm living with my boyfriend. Really! You mean it! Wow!!! You've made my day. You are? Wow!!! Yeah, I guess I've been saying that a lot. I'll tell Larry. Bye Gram, I love you!"
"Larry, you're not gonna believe this!"
"What did your grandma say?"
"First she asked me if I had really moved out. She told me my dad called her all pissy drunk and crying because I had left on the day he lost his job. He carried on about me being gay and wondered where he'd gone wrong raising me. She wanted to hear it from my lips if it was true. She's okay with it and with us. Then she said she wants to have us over for dinner so she can meet you and plan our graduation party. Plus she's gonna help us out as much as she can with our education expenses!"
"WOW!" Larry exclaimed.
"You need to come up with something original to say; I think I've used that too many times."
"Okay, how about AWESOME? Your grandmother is TOTALLY, FUCKIN', AWESOME!"
"For sure! Oh I have other news that I forgot to tell you. The guy whose balls I kicked clear up into his throat is the one who killed the girl in Berwyn. There's a really big reward for his capture and the police are gonna notify the people who put up the money. We're gonna be okay."
"I'm glad for the money, but I want you to promise you're not going to work at 7-Eleven or ANY late night convenience store - ever! It's just too scary! I love you so much."
"Hmm, I promise, okay? Now since you love me so much, could we go back to what we were doing before I passed out in your arms?"
By way of answer, Larry dropped to his knees and licked Barry's dick from balls to tip. Then he took it all the way to the back of his mouth, stimulating it with his tongue until it swelled to the point he had to back off a bit.
"Oh, that's good!" Barry nearly screamed.
"I'm glad you liked it," Larry grinned as he pulled off completely. "I'm gonna learn to take it all the way down my throat. I've been practicing with bananas."
"Could we practice with bananas somewhere else to, um, stretch our, um, holes?"
"There's a cucumber in the fridge that might work better, but we should probably put a condom over it. Then we can still eat it when we're done."
"It'll be cold. Maybe we should leave it out and wait until later. Right now I'd be really happy to suck your cock while you suck mine."
There was no further conversation for the next half hour or so.
Four years earlier, most of the kids finishing 8th grade had thought this day was eons in the future, but here it was, their graduation from high school. Most of them were ready to take on new adventures in the adult world, from continuing their education to finding jobs and relationships.
As Tommy and Tanner were dressing in the bathroom, Tanner reminisced about how their relationship had grown and flourished over the past four years.
"I'll always have several vivid pictures in my mind with you in them. I'll never forget waking up in your arms on the morning after my dad was killed. My heart was broken, but it was already beginning to heal because of you. And I'll thank you forever for being there for me."
"You've always been there for me. Who picked up the pieces when Mason broke my heart?"
"Yeah, but who stood by me after the mess with Sibyl? Who kissed me and stripped off my jammies and loved me till we came? That is another picture that won't ever leave my mind. I can see the scene as if I were having an out-of-body experience and looking down on two young kids who had finally admitted they were in love."
"Who ARE in love," Tommy corrected. "God, I wish we had time to recreate that scene right now."
"Me too, but we don't. We could do it tonight because we don't have to start abstaining until after midnight tomorrow."
"Would it be okay if we ran a little past 12:00 tomorrow before we have to stop?"
"Yeah, we could do that!"
One end of the Civic Center had been curtained off with a huge black drape. In front of it was large cutout of a cougar and the words, "Coolidge High School" spelled out in letters that hung from fishing line which made them look as if they were floating above the stage.
Near stage-left there was a setup for the concert band and on the other side, risers for the choir. All was in readiness while excited seniors were lining up in the large hallways surrounding the arena area.
In their queue, Thomas James Torrance stood directly behind John Tanner Torrance. In that position, he couldn't resist occasionally poking his partner's butt discreetly, his activity being somewhat screened by the sea of graduation gowns around them.
"I'm gonna F your brains out when I get you home," he whispered in Tanner's ear.
"You're on!" Tanner giggled back. "Enjoy it while you can because you're cut off as of tomorrow night."
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Tommy pouted in an exaggerated manner.
"Trust me; you're gonna love the outcome."
"Did you say, `out CUM' like getting to cream?"
"You've got it, my soon-to-be husband."
To the strains of "Pomp and Circumstance," they began moving into the arena in four lines which magically filled rows of chairs in an alternating pattern just like they'd rehearsed in the afternoon. It was done quickly and with precision.
Many things took place, but they were almost a blur for the kids and their families. First Dr. Moore made a few welcoming remarks. Then the choir sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" and "America" accompanied by the band. When they had finished, Dr. Moore asked students to rise for recognition as various awards and achievement were announced. Tommy and Tanner were often among those standing, and that included the list of salutatorians.
The three valedictorians gave short speeches which they'd been honing and rehearsing for weeks. Ava's was the one the boys listened to most carefully because of her message and the fact that she was a true friend. She reminded the audience to be kind and understanding to everyone, not just people who looked and believed like they did. That was the main message the boys took away with them.
After those speeches were finished, Dr. Moore charged the class to go out into the world and do well. She said she was already proud of them, but hoped to be even prouder as she saw their achievements in the future.
"Now, I have these few important remarks to say to you," she said, holding up what appeared to be half a ream of paper. "Just kidding!" she grinned as the students let out a collective sigh of relief.
Then it was time for the graduates to receive their diplomas. The crowd of friends and family was pretty well behaved, although there was some exuberant applause and cat-calls. The noisier incidents usually involved relatives of the kids who barely earned enough credits to be eligible.
Reenacting their first time, Tanner stood on the bed in lounge pants while Tommy stood on the floor. Tanner pretended he was going to climb into an upper bunk and Tommy grabbed his leg bringing him down to the floor with the pants around his ankles. Tommy then shucked his own bottoms and pulled Tanner into a bear hug.
"I don't remember being stabbed by your hard dick four years ago," Tommy grinned.
"I don't remember either of us being this big," Tanner responded, caressing Tommy's cock.
"I love you, Tanner,"
"I love you too, Tommy."
Once they were on the bed, Tommy on top, with their throbbing phalluses trapped between them, they had no need of conversation. They kissed, petted, nibbled, and squirmed until they could hold back no longer. Then with a gasps and cries, they filled the area between them with the fruit of their loins. This time they reached their destination completely through frottage with no jacking at all.
After licking up most of the evidence, they cuddled together and went to sleep.
Author's notes: Thanks to all the faithful readers who have emailed since last posting. I hope I've not left anyone off the list. If I have, please email and chastise me for it!
The list includes: Walt S, Paul F, Paul R, Bobby C, Bill W, Rutabaga, Vern U, Thomas H (TK), Ott H, Roger L, Jim M, Walter Sz, Jim W, Tom A, Trish R, Jim C, JJ, James H, and Bill C.
Well, this turned out to be the next to last chapter. I will feel sad to leave Middleton and the boys I've grown fond of. I have no plans to visit them again, but I never rule out the possibility that they'll turn up in cameo roles in later stories. You know I love to do that. Some have popped up without my trying to make a connection, like Dane and Colt who got to meet Eric and Josh in "Second Chance."
I'm taking time off from posting, but I recommend Bobby's story, "Jamie Lawrence."
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/jamie-lawrence/
I love his writing and urge you to respond to him if you feel the same.
I'm also following "Val-n-Tyne" by Hans. I'm pressuring him to let Tyne end up with Val, but it's his story...
Also, Hans has a fascinating tale, "The Littlest Spermpire." I got hooked immediately:
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/the-littlest-spermpire/
Both tales are being co-written with other authors, a process that I can't seem to do well!
Below are a few other things that might interest you:
Jim M sent this link: Sign His Petition on Change.org.
http://www.change.org/petitions/boy-scouts-don-t-let-your-anti-gay-policy-deny-my-son-his-eagle-award
Pray the Gay Away: http://www.kentucky.com/2012/09/29/2353922/morehead-state-professors-book.html
Dear Abby on boys nude together: http://www.buffalonews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20121009/CITYANDREGION03/121009156/1040
David