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 4
The sounds of the birds, plus the urgent need to piss awakened the campers at an early hour. They scrambled out of the warm sleeping bag and into the chill of an unusually cool June morning. Side by side, the boys pulled down their briefs and pointed their erections toward the same tree. When the flow started, they played at trying to mix the golden streams into one torrent.
Then, they crawled back into the sleeping bag to warm up again before dressing. Instinctively, they migrated toward the center with its promise of shared warmth. Zeke shuddered with dread and delight as his bare leg came in contact with Bryan's.
"I've been thinking a lot about Sunday," Zeke whispered.
"And?"
"Well, I guess it's okay. At least it's okay with me."
"Do you want to do it again sometime?" Bryan said hopefully.
"Yeah."
"Like when?"
"Like anytime."
"Like now?"
"Yeah," Zeke responded softly.
Turning toward each other, Zeke and Bryan each slipped a hand under the waistband of each other's underwear. What each found there was a hot, hard piece of young manhood beginning to form drops of sticky lubricant.
"We gotta be careful not to make a mess in Todd's bag. He'll know what we've been doing if he finds crusty spots."
Zeke giggled. For the first time since his sexual awakening, he was entering into the activity without feeling guilty. He had thought about the consequences and decided that he could face whatever they were, if he could face them with Bryan.
In consideration for Todd's property, the boys left their briefs on. Bryan suggested that he "pin" Zeke and so the two ended up gently humping against each other with Bryan on top. This closeness brought with it a new level of intensity. It wasn't long before Bryan's moans of desire pushed Zeke to the edge. With an involuntary upward thrust, Zeke began emptying his balls into his briefs. Bryan followed a split second later. In the excitement of the moment, Bryan wanted to kiss Zeke, but he held back thinking that that would be gay for sure. Zeke had said that would always be there for Bryan, but would that be too much? For his part, Zeke would have welcomed the kiss and responded in kind. However, the moment was lost when Bryan spoke.
"You've got dragon breath, Z."
"So do you, Bry."
Zeke reached up and pulled back the top bag and the boys got out, being careful not to spread the wetness. They decided to brush their teeth and get breakfast going, but not to finish dressing. Since they hadn't brought spare clothes, they would let the jizz dry in their briefs and clean up later at Bryan's house.
Across town, Douglas Newman was waking from a restless night. Did he love her that much? Sure, she was fun and the sex was great, but did he want to spend the rest of his life with her? Maybe there wasn't much choice. Last night, Sarah had told him that she was pregnant. Shit! He wasn't ready to be a father. He was too young. He had a lot of things to do. Why was this happening to him? Why couldn't he have been smarter?
It all happened recently when she had forgotten to take her pill. He had wanted her really badly and didn't have any rubbers on him. She assured him that once wasn't a problem. Shit! He should have listened to that little voice in his head. Was he being trapped? Damn! Why couldn't he have been satisfied with a blow job? Why had he needed to pump his seed into her?
He reached into his sleep short pulling out his woody. He began to pound it mercilessly -- more from the need to release tension than the desire for pleasure.
The day that Zeke got his first real paycheck was a red letter day for sure.
Though he was disappointed with how much of his money had been withheld for one reason or other, he was proud to have made some "real" money. Gran deposited it in her account and gave him the cash. He put it in a plastic bag and stashed it in the drawer with his underwear. He was going to save up until he decided what to do with his new-found fortune. Maybe he could get a new bicycle.
Gran was proud of Zeke. He had bounced back from his earlier moodiness and was his old self again. He was even looking forward to the visit from his cousin, Hunter. Gran was not thrilled at the prospect. Her older brother was such a pain in the neck (ass would be more appropriate, but Gran wouldn't even think the word). He liked to show off his wealth and didn't have much time for the family other than to show up once a year around the fourth of July. Well, she would endure as usual. There would be a large box of clothes for Zeke and she couldn't jeopardize that.
Bryan also saved his first paycheck. He didn't really need it. His allowance was more than adequate, but he felt that it might be needed sometime in the future. He did keep a little out to spend on Dairy Queen treats. He planned to go with Zeke next week.
The boys made a little unexpected money cleaning out the old shed. Bryan discovered a tin box with over $200 in it. He carried it into the house and gave it to Zeke's grandmother. She was so pleased at its sudden appearance that she handed both boys a five dollar bill as a reward. Later, she regretted being so generous since it could have gone in the offering plate; but it had been done already.
Zeke also found a small flask which he quickly slipped into the pocket of his baggy hiking shorts. He would check it out later. It might have some use. The bottle was flat and fit very well in his pocket. Perhaps it could be used for camping. Several other small items of interest, like a bag of marbles and such, never made it to the curb either.
The boys found a way to spend a little of their money when they accompanied Grace Ann to the Goodwill store the following day. She was somewhat embarrassed to have Bryan go along. She hated for people to know where she bought most of her clothes. Bryan was excited to see some of the bargains, so Gran soon realized that he would not look down on her for her shopping habits.
Gran found a couple of outfits that looked practically new. One was almost too dressy for church. It was so cheap that she decided to buy it if it fit. Maybe some occasion would come up for her to use it. With her trim figure, she looked good in most things she wore. She was a plain woman, but had a lively face and beautiful smile. Most people thought that she was attractive; though she did not see that.
While Grace Ann tried on the clothes, Zeke and Bryan headed toward the "active wear" section. Zeke spied some nylon running shorts in a men's small that he thought Bryan should get. Someone had cut the liner out and you could practically see through them. He quickly told Bryan about his favorite shorts and both boys begin to sprout wood just thinking about them.
Zeke accompanied Bryan into the dressing room to check how they fit. He had Bryan bend down on one knee. That was the acid test. YES! Bryan's hard-on stuck out far enough that Zeke was sure it would still show in that position when it was soft.
"Kewl, you've got to get these so we can HANG OUT together! Zeke quipped.
Bryan stayed in the dressing room for a few minutes until he could will his errant cock to recede. Meanwhile, Zeke found a couple of pairs of small bikini briefs. They both had orange tags and items with that color were half price that day. He grabbed them knowing that he would like to see Bryan in one pair and him in the other. Then, he wondered how he would purchase them without Gran's seeing them. When Bryan came out, Zeke thrust the underwear into his hands along with some cash and asked him to buy them when he paid for his shorts. Zeke would distract Gran until Bryan's things were safely in a sack. Bryan blushed when he handed them to the clerk, but if she thought it unusual for a teen to buy skimpy underwear, she didn't say so. Bryan managed to relax a little.
Zeke didn't need to distract Grace Ann. She was asking a young man who worked in the store about used computers. She was hoping they had one.
"No, we don't let people give them. They might be out of date." The young man had informed her.
Gran was thinking -- of course they're out of date, simpleton, why else would people donate them. Then she chastised herself for even calling him a simpleton in her mind. She knew that he hadn't been blessed with even average intelligence and was doing the best he could. At least he was a contributing member of society. Goodwill was doing a service.
In sunny southern California, Abraham Levi Zrudsky was planning his family's sojourn to the Midwest. It would be a chance to show off the new SUV.
He hated the annual trip as much as he hated his name. His mother had been in some Old Testament Bible class when he was conceived and had pinned this unwieldy handle on him. In elementary school he had been called "Abie" by nearly everyone. By high school he had changed it to A.L. Now his West Coast friends knew him as Al. He liked that. His professional name was Jason Evergood. That was the image he wanted to project. Jason had a nice ring to it; and his work for the movie studios was ever good!
The middle of summer was marked by a festival in Cosgrove. There were carnival rides, food fairs, and fireworks for a week leading up to Independence Day. Zeke and Bryan were eager to join in the fun. They could take Hunter with them when he came. Zeke could even treat this time. He had some money!
Hunter was excited about going on the rides with his cousin and Bryan, but it wouldn't be cool to admit it. After all, this wasn't Disneyland. Hunter yawned and tried to act bored, but the light in his eyes gave him away.
The day started with breakfast at Gran's. Then Al dropped the three teens downtown where the carnival rides were set up. He was to pick them up around 5:00 p.m.
The boys had fun, but spent more money than they had planed to. They ate lunch at the park where the food booths were set up. Later, they ran into some friends from middle school. A couple of the girls, Heather and Melissa fawned over Zeke and Bryan (well, mostly over Zeke) while basically ignoring Hunter. Bryan was used to this; Zeke always had more attention than he did.
He didn't mind. Hunter, on the other hand, was pissed off. How could these chicks miss his cool clothes and spiked hair? He was a hot stud!
Jealousy is an ugly thing. The thoughts in Hunter's head were not pretty. He was forming a plan to put Zeke down. It started with a few snide remarks and escalated to a full-blown verbal attack.
"Zeke, I know some things about your mother."
"What?"
"I know that she was a whore and that you are a bastard," said Hunter triumphantly.
"Who says?"
"Everyone."
"Yeah, and how would you know?"
"I heard Mom and Dad talking about it. They thought I was outside, so I stayed real quiet and heard it ALL!"
"Like what?"
Zeke was beginning to be interested in spite of himself.
"Like your mother was in porn movies and no one knows which guy got her pregnant because she got fucked by so many. She tried to get rid of you. That's why you were born early. And that's why she died."
In a nanosecond, Hunter found himself on the ground with a split lip and blood spilling all over his new $60 shirt. Zeke took off on a dead run dodging through the crowd before Bryan could follow him.
"You ignorant, dumb-shit, fucking, son-of-a-bitch!"
Bryan hurled most of the nasty words he knew at Hunter in one string.
"If anyone is a bastard, it's you!"
Hunter was still on the ground crying. A security guard came to see what was going on, but left after hearing that it was a fight between a couple of boys -- cousins at that. It happened every year. The kid would heal. No serious harm done.
Bryan walked back to Gran's with Hunter. He supposed that he couldn't leave him alone in a strange town when he didn't know his way back. Besides, it gave him the opportunity to chew him out some more.
"Why did you have to mess him up? You have everything. He has nothing. He doesn't deserve to be treated like dirt! You are such a dumb shit!"
"Well, everything I said is true," whined Hunter.
"I don't give a rat's butt if it is. You had no business saying it. Didn't your mother teach you anything?"
Bryan was on a roll. Everything he had ever heard an adult using to berate a naughty child came spilling out of his mouth.
When they got to Gran's, there was no Zeke. When Bryan explained to Grace Ann in detail what had been said; she was as furious as he had been. Al came running from the next room to find out why his son was being yelled at.
Where could Zeke have gone? Al said that there was no reason to worry. He was sure that Zeke would come home by dinner time. Bryan was not so sure. He had never seen his friend in such an emotional state. Bryan ran home to get his bicycle to go search.
Once home, he realized that the woods might be the first place to look. Dropping the bike at the entrance, he ran toward their favorite spot. He called Zeke's name, but there was no response. Scrambling through some bushes, he nearly tripped over the small form. There was Zeke lying very still with an empty flask at his side.
Bryan had smelled whisky before. He knew what Zeke had consumed. In school, they had learned about alcohol poisoning. Zeke was pretty small. Could this amount of alcohol kill him? Bryan knew that he had to do something. He prayed aloud as he went into action.
"Please God, don't let him die. I love him so much. I don't ever want to lose him. Please let him be okay. Please help me know what to do."
Bryan found his mind suddenly clearing; he was recalling what he had learned. The first thing, Bryan did was to turn his friend on his side. He had heard that drunken people can choke to death on their own vomit. At least he could prevent that. Almost immediately, Zeke began to wretch. It was like a big hand was squeezing his guts. He must have puked everything he had eaten that day. Bryan himself nearly upchucked from the sounds and the smell, especially when some landed on him. But he pulled himself together and held Zeke's head so that he wouldn't choke.
Next, Bryan pulled off his T-shirt and wet it in the creek. He used it like a wash cloth to clean Zeke and himself up as best he could. Zeke was coming around by the time Bryan finished. His face was ashen and his eyes were grazed, but he was alive and breathing.
Then Zeke began to sob. He cried for himself. He cried for his loss of innocence in knowing what his biological parents were like. In the midst of it, he threw up one more time. This time he didn't get it all over himself or his bud.
Leaving his beautiful mountain bike where he had dropped it, Bryan half carried his buddy home. The first thing he did was to get them into the pool house shower. Once they were clean, he grabbed a couple of big towels two cover their nakedness and started to walk Zeke up to his room. Bryan's mother came running from the kitchen when they got to the bottom step.
"Where have you two been? Grace Ann is frantic and you've been swim ..?"
When she saw the pallor of Zeke's face, she stopped in mid sentence.
"What can I do to help?"
"I'm going to get him dressed in some of my clothes. You could pick up our clothes from the pool house and throw them in the washer. He puked a lot."
"Okay, I'll do that. Then I will make some tea and toast as see if he can tolerate it."
Soon, a groggy feeling Zeke was sitting at the kitchen table sipping warm tea while Mary called Gran to let her know that Zeke was safe. Mary asked if Zeke could stay over that night. She told Gran that she felt it would be good for his emotional wellbeing to stay with Bryan. She didn't mention his intoxicated condition. Grace Ann consented easily because she needed some time to compose herself before she faced Zeke.
The rest of Bryan's family assisted as they could. Todd volunteered to retrieve Bryan's bike. Brad was concerned that maybe Zeke should go to the emergency room. Mary said that she was sure he would be okay.
"His head will feel like the Unidome in the morning, but he will survive. I remember another young man in college who was once in that condition."
"Yeah, but I was a lot bigger. . . Oops!"
"Daaad!" Bryan and Todd said in chorus.
An hour later, Bryan had stripped Zeke and himself down to their underwear and was holding his best friend in his double bed. Zeke wanted to be held to help keep the room from spinning. Just before he fell into an uneasy sleep, Zeke asked what had been on his mind since Bryan had found him in the woods.
"Did you really mean it?"
"Did I mean what?"
"That you love me?"
"You heard that?"
"Yeah, it was like a dream, but I'm sure I heard you say it."
"Yeah, Zeke, I really do.
"Kewl!"