Warning: 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!
Zeke 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.
If you just interested in hot stories that will get you off, or if references to religion and God offend you, you should probably read something else. While there are some steamy scenes, this story is about love, not just sex.
If you are still interested in reading this, I hope you will enjoy the story.
This is my fourth attempt at writing fiction. My other stories on Nifty include: Always and Forever, Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip, and Jacob and Jacques. Some characters from previous stories have cameo roles in this one. However, you need not read them first. This is another story of kids at Cosgrove High.
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Finally, thanks and hugs to Tim who edits for me so that there are fewer typos!
Zeke, Chapter 3
Todd was five years older and had always felt responsibility for his younger sibling. From the moment his parents had known there would be an addition to the family, they had made Todd feel that he was a part of everything. When the new baby arrived, he had helped with care and feeding. At 16, he drove Bryan to piano lessons and to the Y without complaining. It was just part of what needed to be done. He had even let Bryan check out his pubic hair when Bryan was old enough to be curious.
Todd still felt protective. He wondered about the import of what he had just witnessed. In his adolescent psychology class, he was learning that most, if not all, boys went through a stage of experimenting with each other sexually. It had been a revelation that put his own experiences with Dave into perspective. Todd knew how he felt about other guys. Sure, he could enjoy the sensation of a great blow job from a male, but he was truly interested in girls. He had tried both ways and for him girls had the edge.
He knew that Bryan and Zeke were really close. They wrestled together. Maybe what he had witnessed had been a moment of jock affection with no other implications. That was possible; wasn't it? While that line of reasoning didn't make the image of the two naked embracing boys go away, it did put it on the back burner. Todd would keep his eyes and ears open for other signs. He would test Bryan's reactions to the subject of sex. If Bryan were indeed interested in guys, Todd would do his best to keep him from getting hurt.
Zeke was uncharacteristically quiet on the ride home from Bryan's and Gran wondered what could be wrong.
"Did you and Bryan have fun?"
"Yeah."
"Did you have a fight?"
"No."
"You're awfully quiet. Did you guys stay up late?" she asked hopefully.
"Kinda."
"Well, since school is out, I guess you can sleep in tomorrow and get caught up. But don't forget that I want the deck hosed off so I can reseal it.
"I won't forget."
"And remember that Grandma wants you to clean out the shed sometime this week. It needs to be done before trash amnesty day."
"Yeah."
Gran hoped that Zeke's demeanor was the result of fatigue and not to the onset of teenage mood swings. She had witnessed that in his mother some 16 years ago. Had it been that long? She remembered like yesterday the fights that Faith had had with their mother. Mother had not handled the situation well at all. She had been stricter than a drill sergeant and that was part of what caused Faith to run away. What would Faith's life have been like if their mother hadn't sweat all the small stuff? Gran wasn't going to make that mistake. That is part of the reason she had let Zeke go to church with Bryan's family despite the fact that she would get a call from one of the elders if word got back to her pastor. Zeke had to be able to see the bigger world. He couldn't be sheltered forever.
Through the years, Grace Ann had become increasingly torn between her loyalty to the church of her childhood and the realities of life around her.
People like the Stillwell family were honest, decent, caring people. That art teacher, Don, from the high school was a saint to take in Tom Katz. Yet, people said Don was gay and bound for Hell. Gran was beginning to have some questions about that.
On Good Morning America, she had seen Charley Gibson touting a book by Dr. Timothy Johnson. It was called: "Finding God in the Questions." She might put her name on the list at the library in hopes of getting to read it someday. She certainly couldn't afford to buy it.
Gran was questioning a lot of things lately. She could remember a time when she was young and had a normal family. She couldn't remember if her mother had become totally immersed in their church after her father started drinking or whether her mother's holier-than-thou attitude had driven her father to drink. He was getting slovenly and forgetful before he died. There were stashes of money and booze hidden all over her mother's house. Even last year, they had found an envelope stuffed with several twenty dollar bills. Her mother had considered it a miracle because it was the amount needed by the church to pay for a new video screen. Gran saw it as one more reminder of a poor, miserable wreck of a man.
Zeke's question jolted Gran out of her musing.
"What was my mother like?"
This question had come up from time to time. Gran always answered as truthfully as she could without giving much information. Someday Zeke would have to know everything, but not today. He was too young and she was too tired.
"Oh, she was almost as blond as you. She had the same eyes you have. She was small and cute. You remind me of her in a number of ways."
"No, I mean what was she like as a person? Nobody ever says much. What was my dad like?"
"I never met your dad, Zeke. He died before you were born. I'm sure he was a nice person if he loved your mother. Now, how `bout we splurge and pick up some pizza on the way home?"
Zeke knew that she was trying to distract him, but he let it go. Pizza from Sam's was rare treat and he didn't want to mess up the opportunity to have it.
Bryan bounded out of bed naked on Monday morning and ran across the hall to empty his bladder; his morning wood proudly leading the way. He was surprised to find Todd shaving at the sink, but was not embarrassed.
"Hey, Sport, you're carrying a pretty big piece there," was Todd's greeting.
"Thanks."
"You been having any great dreams lately?"
"Yeah!"
"Any cute girls in them?"
Bryan just shrugged. He knew that Zeke was at the center of most of his wet dreams. Other faceless guys sometimes entered the scenes, but never girls. While Bryan was usually very open with Todd about sexual matters, he didn't think he wanted to share that bit of information.
Todd didn't say anything, but he sensed the reluctance and made a mental note of it.
Zeke awakened on Monday feeling groggy. He had slept later than usual, but had not slept well. He had tossed and turned for hours before finally falling asleep. When he did, his dreams were filled with visions of an angry God who had a face like the Reverend Parker. Zeke couldn't remember all of the details, but it wasn't pleasant.
He trudged to the bathroom for his morning libations and then to the kitchen for a bowl of Cheerios before tackling the scrubbing of the deck.
The deck was old and really needed to have some boards replaced, but he and Grace Ann would hold it together for another year until the money was better. It was always like that. They kept a lot of things together for one more year, hoping that their lot would improve. It never seemed to. The weight of that fact was as heavy today as the oppressive atmosphere of that hot, late spring day in Iowa.
The small one and a half story house was adequate for the two of them and it was as much as Gran could afford; sometimes more. It consisted of a living room, eat-in kitchen, bath, and two bedrooms. There was a single stall attached garage. A narrow stairway led to the unfinished half story. It had the potential of being a grand master bedroom with its own bath, but that would have to be done by someone who could afford to do it.
The basement was a walk-out and also had potential. But like the upper floor, it remained unfinished. At least there was a toilet stool and sink near the washer. It wasn't private, but had been a convenience for Zeke on rainy days when he played down there.
That Gran could afford this place at all was nothing short of a small miracle. An elderly great aunt who thought Grace Ann was doing a wonderful thing in taking on the raising of Zeke had remembered her in a will. It was not a fortune, but had provided a sizeable down payment. Since interest rates had gone down, Gran had renegotiated the loan to make the monthly payments lower. She was trying to put some aside for Zeke's education. He was bright and should go to college if at all possible. A second mortgage could be used to help when that time came. This little house on its spacious lot was their greatest asset and their security. It had to be maintained as well as possible. -------------------------------
It was nearly noon before Zeke was satisfied that he had done the best he could with the deck. He made himself a bologna and cheese sandwich and gulped down a big glass of milk. Then he changed into some nylon soccer shorts and a thin tank top and climbed on his old bike. His destination was the woods near Bryan. He always felt better there.
When he arrived at the edge of the woods, he chained his bike to a small tree and walked through the underbrush toward the creek. There was Bryan in a pair of old cutoff jeans sitting on a rock, his bare feet in the water.
"Hey." Bryan spoke first.
"Hey"
"You feeling okay today?"
"Guess so."
"You wanna camp out tonight? We don't have to work until Friday."
"Okay, I'll ask Gran."
"We can even cook our supper out here if you want."
After making some tentative plans, the boys went back to Bryan's house to call Gran and to get supplies. Gran readily let Zeke stay over. She needed to do some housework and if he were gone, she wouldn't have to make a real meal. She might even have time to do some reading for her class.
The boys packed up the tent, sleeping bags, camp stove, lantern, and food and made it to their spot in one trip. It wasn't that far back to the house, but they had learned through scouting to pack light and efficiently. Sometimes, they had thought maybe they were getting too old to do this sort of thing, but then they had overheard a couple of male teachers at school planning to camp and canoe together that summer. Maybe you didn't grow out of it; maybe it was a guy thing.
When their supper was over and dishes washed, they sat around a little campfire and toasted marshmallows. Dusk was beginning to fall when they entered the tent. Since Zeke hadn't brought his own sleeping bag, Bryan had borrowed Todd's for him to use. They were identical and zipped together perfectly. As always, the boys stripped to their briefs and climbed it. Neither was sleepy yet.
Bryan, still feeling joy over yesterday's experience in the shower, wanted to see if anything more would happen. He had an inspiration. He jumped on his buddy's body and yelled: "pin."
Zeke laughed, and in a flash, had reversed their positions. When he did, Bryan didn't resist. Instead, he put his arms around Zeke's back and held him close. They remained that way for several minutes. Time was suspended.
Neither knew if he should go further; neither wanted to stop.
Bryan felt Zeke's salty tears splash against his skin. He held his bud even closer. For a long time neither spoke. Zeke broke the silence.
"Do you think we're gay?"
"I don't know. All I know is that you are my best friend and I don't ever want to lose you."
Defying the scowling image of Pastor Parker that was appearing in his head, Zeke responded:
"Don't worry, you won't lose me no matter what!"
Eventually, the two young friends fell asleep. Zeke lay on his right side and Bryan spooned behind him with his arm over the latter's chest. Though they changed positions several time during the night, they were always snuggled together. In the morning, they would awake rested.
Gran did not sleep that well. Frank Reynolds, the head elder had called to ask where she and Zeke were on Sunday. She had found herself being evasive.
She didn't want to defy church authority, but she was beginning to feel oppressed by it. In her mind, she wondered what it was that made Frank any closer to God than she was. Was she wrong?
Todd slept great for several reasons. He had managed to do all his homework despite the time he spent coaching youth soccer for the recreation department. It wasn't a high paying job, but it would help when he applied for a coaching endorsement. His mother had warned him that he needed an edge if he expected to get a teaching job at the end of his college career. Todd was pleased with how he was budgeting his time.
Another reason Todd slept so well was his satisfying orgasm. He had not touched his piece for a couple of days in order to let the desire build up. Monday night, he put on a mask and did a slow strip in front of his full length bedroom mirror. It was like watching someone else. He had been wearing a thong under his baggy shorts all day. He smiled with delight as the familiar seven inch tool finally emerged from its fabric confinement. Slowly, in rhythm to the music on his CD player, he began to pet and caress the throbbing flesh. His foreskin and copious pre-cum precluded any need for lubrication. When he was very near to cumming, Todd stopped completely and watched his cock twitch in a kind of dry orgasm. He waited for it to go nearly soft and then started the ritual all over.
When the urge became too great, Todd's had sped up and headed for his bed. Toward the end, he lay down on his back and put his legs over his head. The last minute, he removed his hands from his cock and put them on the back of his legs pulling his shaft toward his face. Seconds later, he was swallowing his own hot load. With a smile on his crusting face, he drifted into a peaceful sleep.