Date: Mon, 08 Mar 2004 23:04:58 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Always and Forever Ch. 11

Warning:
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Disclaimer:
This story is completely fictional.  Most of the places mentioned, and none
of the characters exist in real life.

Always and Forever is a romantic story centering around the lives of high
school kids.  Lovers of other ages are also involved, but not in a
cross-generational sense.

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.  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 first attempt at writing fiction.  Please be gentle in your
comments.  Flames will be ignored.  If you write to me, please include
Always and Forever in the title of your e-mail.  I get a lot of spam!

THANKS TO TIM THERE ARE FEWER ERRORS THAN THERE MIGHT HAVE BEEN.

If you like my story, you might want to read Mountain Magic under High
School and Working It Out under College.  They are by authors that I enjoy
reading.  Both have a spiritual side as well as a physical one.  Those guys
are really good writers!

Finally, if anyone know how to contact Matt L who wrote: "Truly Blessed",
please give me his e-mail or tell him that I would like to contact him
again.  We lost touch last spring.  I just hope he is okay.

Dlee169@hotmail.com
Always and Forever
By David Lee


Chapter 11
Another School Year


Roy Carlson again found himself hand-ringing the school's bell system.
There was even less money in the district coffers this year and he was lucky
not to have lost too much of his teaching staff.  Fortunately a couple of LA
teachers had opted for early retirement or he wouldn't have been able to
hire Travis Naughton.  Fewer teachers, less money, and more students -- this
didn't add up in Roy's book.

Wednesday was a shortened day with an assembly and little else happening
except for students to find their classes and to hear teachers drone on
about class expectations, etc.  Other than for some freshmen and a few
goody-goodies, most kids had tuned out and were in the private worlds of
their own minds.

Homeroom was the last scheduled event of the day other than practices.  Brad
and Alan sat there wishing they could be together somewhere away from
everyone else.  Tom sat there dreaming of Amy.  Amy sat there thinking of
retaking the SATs and almost everyone would rather have been elsewhere.

The day was warm and most kids wore shorts.  Some of the guys wore tight
"wife beaters" showing off nice biceps and flat stomachs.  Some of the girls
were pushing the dress code with low-cut shorts and short cut tops.  The
tops of thongs were visible here and there.  All in all, a lot of firm,
young skin was visible.  Sex was on the minds of many of the teens.  Who
wouldn't be horny in a setting like that?

Alan and Brad had a couple of hours free between dismissal and practices.
They had decided to make the most of it.  In Alan's car was a cooler packed
with food and sodas.  There was also a blanket and some bug spray.  The boys
had discovered a very private hideaway in one of the city parks while
working that summer.  That was where they planned to eat lunch, and possibly
nibble on each other.

They parked in the lot farthest from the entrance and made their way to the
secluded spot.  When cutting brush that summer, they had agreed to spare the
cover that this place offered.  As a result, they had to struggle through
some undergrowth to get to the small clearing.  Tall grass proved that no
one had tried to mow this area.  It appeared to be unmolested.

Both teens were hungry as usual, but both were also hungry for each other.
Where to begin?  It was a difficult choice, but food won out since they
would need time to digest before marching band and football.  The food, as
always, tasted better in the open air.

Throwing the scraps and cans back into the cooler, the guys attacked each
other's clothing with more gusto than they had applied to the food.  Soon,
naked and panting, they were lying side by side on the blanket.  Although
they tried to take it slow and make it last, both were so horny from waiting
that neither could hold out for long.  When they came in each other's
mouths, the force was great and the moaning intense.  Cuddling together in
the shade, they napped until the alarm in Brad's watch awakened them.

_______________________________


Sergeant Perkins who had been assigned by Lieutenant Gorman to check Sandler
Park for "fags" had been sneaking through the underbrush.  He had come close
to the area where Brad and Alan were lying just in time to hear their
moaning. He was mesmerized by the sight of the two teens in the throes of
orgasm.  He stood rooted in place not knowing what to do.  He had never been
a voyeur by nature and he didn't want to disturb them. Their beauty and
passion moved him.  When they appeared to be asleep, he quietly slipped
behind a big tree, unzipped his pants, and stroked his fat six-inch piece.
In no time, he fertilized the ground with his own generous supply of seed.
Smiling slightly and feeling better about humanity than he had in a long
time, he sneaked back the way he had come.  On his car radio, he reported to
headquarters that there was no suspicious activity in the park.

_______________________________


The following day at school was a full one.  There were classes in language
arts, math, science, and government.  For Brad and Alan, those were mostly
honors level classes.  They were challenging and pretty interesting, but a
lot of work.

The last period of the day for them was a pottery class.  They knew almost
everyone in the room.  Several upper level seniors, including a few from
their homeroom, had thought this would be a way to have fun and get away
from the intense studying that the rest of the schedule demanded.  Amy had
decided to take it for another reason - Tom would be there.

Don had a new, young student teacher named Ann Brent.  She was cute.  Many
of the guys would have signed up just to be in the same room with her.
Libidos were running high on that warm day.

The first project was a simple mug made from a rolled out slab of clay.
Miss Brent quickly demonstrated how to construct it.  Before she let the
students begin theirs, she showed them how to pull a handle.

First, she made a big carrot shape out of clay.  It was about four inches
long and a couple of inches in diameter.  She held it in her left hand and
began to stroke it downward with her moistened right hand.

"Be sure to lubricate your hand.  Then squeeze gently and stroke.  Not too
much pressure.  Just milk it down.  See how much longer it is getting?"

Some of the boys were stifling snickers.  Others were sitting glassy-eyed
thankful that the table would hide their rising interest.  Among them was
Tom who was beginning to feel a sticky spot of precum in his underwear.

Don could empathize with the guys.  He was biting his lower lip to keep from
smirking too.  How could he tell Miss Brent what she was doing to the males
in the classroom?   That would take some thought and a lot of tact.

___________________________________


The pace of school began to pick up.  There were lots of activities for
everyone.  Homecoming would be in mid October, and there was the usual
excitement in preparing for it and the usual scramble for dates.

Brad and Alan were sleeping over at Brad's house on the third weekend in
September.  They were cuddled in bed with the lights out, basking in the
afterglow of some great sex.

"Well, I suppose as co-captain of the football team, you will have to have a
date to the dance.  I understand that we don't want to blow our cover this
early in the year.  It could be Hell."

"Alan, I have thought it over.  There's no reason that I can't go stag.
People know that Courtney and I had a bad experience last spring and I could
still be hurting from that.  No one knows the whole story.  Her mother
hushed her up quickly after she talked to the police.  They keep things like
that confidential, and I haven't told."

"But won't you feel pressured?"

"By whom?  My family knows about us.  Remember what your grandmother said to
you about not hiding your eye color?  I am just about beyond caring what my
team mates think.  I do a good enough job on the field.  I don't owe them
anything else.  In fact, I think I'll ask you to the dance."

"Yeah, that would be cool.  Next game, you'd be sacked every play.  No one
would cover your butt."

"Hey, I'm just yanking your chain.  I'll play it cool.  Now kiss me and
let's get some sleep.  I'm worn out from tonight's game and our after game
games.  You pansies in the band don't know what being tired is."

With that, Alan hit him with a pillow and both boys giggled.  Finally they
settled down in each other's arms and fell asleep.

______________________________

On the campus of State University, Courtney was still awake.  Her date with
Larry, the cute guy from French class had been a disaster.  It was their
first time going out and he had had his hands all over her.  He must have
had an octopus on his family tree - somewhere not too many generations back.
  He had called her frigid.  She and told him that he was a sex fiend and it
had gone down hill from there.

The thing that frightened Courtney was that maybe she was frigid.  A part of
her wanted the attention and at least some of the petting, but when it got
heavy, she froze up.  She had these flashbacks of being taken against her
will.  Would she ever get over them?  Reaching for a sleeping pill, she
vowed to see the school psychiatrist soon.

_______________________________

Tom was having the best year of his young life.  The transition of Travis
moving in couldn't have been smoother.  He now had two guys who looked after
him and doted on him.  Tom was dating Amy on a regular basis and her parents
seemed to approve.  They had heard of his former reputation, but could not
believe that this was the same guy.  And, in a way, it wasn't.

Teachers, and even other students, had noticed the change in Tom.  The
surly, pouting look was gone.  While that look had had its appeal, the new
look made Tom even more desirable in the eyes of the girls and a few guys.
Many, who had thought Amy crazy for taking up with him, were now green-eyed
with jealousy.  He was a stud!

A couple of sophomore guys had a crush on Tom, but they remembered how mean
he had been to them as freshmen.  He had called them "fags" because they
were slight of build and had voices that still cracked at the most
inopportune times.  Yes, he was a stud, but he might be a very dangerous
one.

Not all the teachers were ready to forget the old Tom either.  Miss Primrose
was the major thorn in Tom's side.  Of course, he had been that to her in
his sophomore year when he had last had her as an LA teacher.  Miss Primrose
thought that he was a regular little shit, but she would not have said the
word if she had had a mouthful.  She had gone to the counselors' office the
minute she had seen his name on her class list and had demanded that he be
placed in a different section with another teacher.  The counselor had
patiently explained that the other sections were full and that Tom's
schedule wouldn't permit the change because of his advance art classes.
Miss Primrose was not amused.

The first writing assignment had been for the students to summarize and
discuss a book that had made an impact on their life.  Lots of kids were
casting about trying to think of anything other than puberty that had made
an impact on their lives.  Tom knew immediately that he would use "The Great
Divorce."  He wrote the summary and told how it had been a life-changing
event for him.

Travis, who was teaching the other senior writing class, read it over before
Tom turned it in.  His reaction had been emotional.  While he did suggest a
couple of grammatical changes, he had pronounced it a very fine piece of
writing.  And he could see why Tom had turned 180 degrees from what he had
been in the past.

And it was a good piece of writing.  Tom was in touch with his feelings;
feelings he had long buried.  His new faith had been the key that unlocked
the final door to his heart.  Once open, it would never close again.  Tom
could express himself nearly as well verbally as he could visually.

Miss Primrose did her best to find fault with Tom's essay.  She had him come
in after school to discuss it.  She picked on minor flaws while ignoring the
heartfelt content.  Her goal was to make him angry so that he would fly into
one of his famous rages and give her a legitimate reason to kick him out of
her class.

As her tirade became picked up steam, Tom felt his anger rise.  Then he
pictured himself in the quiet convent chapel.  He felt his anger diminish.
He tried to put himself in her shoes, and once he did, he could see what her
agenda was.  Realizing that, he felt sad that the boy he had been was making
it difficult for the young man he had become.

When Miss Primrose finally wound down, Tom looked at her with sad eyes.

"I know what this is about," he said softly.  "It's not my writing.  It's
me.  I am very sorry about my behavior in your sophomore lit class that
makes you dislike me so much.  I understand what it is like to hate someone.
  But if you can find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another
chance, I will do my level best not to disappoint you."

Flabbergasted, Miss Primrose found herself speechless for the first time in
memory.   He was acting like a gentleman, not a young hellion.   He had seen
through her smoke screen and gently, but surely called her on it.

All she could say was:  "Well, we'll see."

_________________________________


The second Sunday in September saw the congregation of First Presbyterian
grow by several members.  Susan joined by profession of faith, having been
baptized in her mother's church as an infant.  The experience of forgiving
her mother had made a profound change in her life.

Travis, Alan, and Tom all knelt before the font for the baptism ritual.  All
three had met with Liz for some classes on the tenets of the faith and had
been accepted by the Session.  Lt. Gorman had abstained from voting since he
knew that Travis was gay.  But, at least Sam did not make a scene.  Maybe he
would learn to live and let live.  Liz certainly hoped so!

Pastor Liz was thrilled to be able to welcome these three men into the
household of God.  That was the official greeting, but she suspected that
they were already counted among the saints before the application of the
water.  Though she thought that the sacraments were important, she believed
that what was in the heart was paramount.

Upon arising, all three embraced Liz and each other.  People who had known
the "old" Tom felt tears forming at the significance of this step for the
"new" Tom.  Don was chief among them.  Far in the back corner of the
balcony, Tom's mother wept quietly.

_______________________________



Cosgrove High won the homecoming game easily.  Brad was crowned the
homecoming king at half time, and a blond cheerleader named, Jennifer
Hampton, was crowned queen.  It was just as well that Brad did not have a
date since he would be expected to escort Jennifer to the big dance.

Jennifer was thrilled.  She had dumped her boyfriend about a month before
homecoming so that she would be free to go with someone else.  However, the
popular guys that she wanted thought she was a bitch for dumping Ted, so she
would have been dateless for the dance.  What a break!  Brad was cute and
popular and likely to be on the rebound since the fight with Courtney in the
spring.  He was also likely to be horny.  That sounded like the biggest
break of all.

Brad picked Jennifer up for the dance as late as possible without appearing
rude.  He had not taken her to dinner.   (He had eaten with Alan at Alan's
home)  He had not done anything to raise Jennifer's hopes or hormone levels.
  This escort thing was a duty to be performed politely and nothing more.

Alan went stag.  A lot of the guys would be dateless and would spend the
evening dancing with girls who had also come without partners.

Tom took Amy and both looked radiant.  Even strangers could see that this
was not a one-sided attraction.   They danced every dance together.  The
teachers who were the chaperones found themselves having romantic thoughts
at the sight.

Brad was playing it cool.  He detached himself from Jennifer early in the
evening saying that it was his duty as king to spread himself around, just
as she, being queen, needed to do the same.  While Jennifer hadn't liked the
idea, it did make sense and after a while she found that she enjoyed the
attention of a variety of partners.

Ted Wallace, Jennifer's ex, spent most of the time warming a chair away from
the dance area.  Finally, Sarah Smith, (who thought that Ted was her dream
guy) got up the nerve to ask him to dance with her.  It was a slow dance in
which couples held each other close.  At one point, she could feel how much
Ted was enjoying the closeness.

Jennifer had found her way back to Brad for this late dance.  She moved her
body in very close to his.  It was obvious that she was trying to rub
herself all over him.  She clung like a coat of paint.  Brad was embarrassed
by her actions to the point that it didn't turn him on in the least.

Watching from a nearby table, Alan was beginning to feel jealous.  He knew
that Brad had no choice of who was queen, but did he have to hold her so
close?  Then the couple danced close to Alan's table and Alan could see
Brad's face.  When their eyes made contact, Brad rolled his heavenward in an
exaggerated manner.   Alan smiled knowing that his boyfriend was not about
to be unfaithful.

As soon as that dance was over, the lights began to come up signaling the
end of the evening.  Brad said that he was ready to take Jennifer home, but
she said it wasn't necessary.  She was going on to a party with some other
kids.  There would be a keg.  Brad was welcome to come if he wanted, but
either way, Jennifer was going.

After last spring's experience, Brad made sure that a teacher overheard them
say goodnight.  He loudly told her to have fun at Todd's party and that he
was tired and would be going home to bed.

When he got home, he found Alan freshly showered and stretched out naked in
his queen sized bed.  Brad grabbed a quick, but thorough shower and soon
joined him.  Their love making was unhurried and exciting.  They were
learning how to bring each other to the brink and back off in time to
prevent ejaculation.  After cooling off with gentle kisses, they went for
the passionate ones again.  After releasing Brad's cock long enough to say a
few words, Alan pleaded for relief.  Shortly after gulping down the monster
again, both young men were moaning and shaking as they reached their goal.
The aftershocks were nearly as intense as the original quake.

The two lovers drifted off to sleep in each other's arms without bothering
to lock the door.  There were no secrets anymore, and no one would dream of
entering without knocking and being invited.

_______________________________


Tom drove Amy home after the dance, but not before stopping for a while on
the road to the forest preserve.  It was dark and quiet.  No one was around
to see them tongue wrestle.  Tom was getting pretty hot and so was Amy.
Both wanted to put on the brakes, but both also wanted to go further.  Tom
pulled back and sat panting.  The bulge in his pants was undisputed evidence
of his need.

"Tom, I am sorry for doing this to you.  Really, I am not a cock-tease.  I'm
really hot too."

"Amy, where did you learn that expression?  I am surprised!"

"Hey, I have two older brothers who weren't as careful about closing the
door as they thought they were when they discussed their girlfriends.  I was
too young to know what they meant at the time, but I know now.  And, I
didn't intend to be one of those dreaded types.  I also know that Gina, my
older brother's wife, used to have mercy on him when they were dating.
That's what I am going to do for you."

With those words, Amy undid Tom's belt and zipper.  She reached inside the
fly of his boxers and gently freed the beast from its confinement.  Then,
she began to stroke it slowly, lovingly, sensuously.  Tom couldn't do
anything but groan in pleasure.  All rational thinking shut down and was
replaced by sheer feeling.  Amy stopped just long enough to let the back of
his seat down.  Now he was almost lying level.  She pulled his shirt up and
began to work her tongue on his chest.  No one had ever done this to him.
He had no idea how sensitive his nipples were until he found himself
blasting cum all over his stomach.  They lay there in a sticky silence which
was broken only by the sounds of heavy breathing.  Her hand remained lightly
wrapped around his softening tool.

After a few minutes, Amy reached the Kleenex and carefully cleaned up the
mess.

"Wow, I'll bet you could have fathered a nation with that," she giggled.

Amy began to straighten up her clothes, but Tom stopped her.

"I love you, Amy.  You did a wonderful thing for me just now.  It's my turn
to bring you pleasure."

Lowering her seat back and loosening her bra, Tom began to gently work on
her nipples as she had done his.  He was rewarded with her moans of
appreciation.   When his left hand reached it's destination under her skirt,
she thrust her hips forward to meet his talented fingers.  Soon, she was
experiencing the first orgasm she had ever had that was not self-induced.
It was pure bliss.  This onetime bully had lovingly taken care of her need
even after his own was satisfied.  He really did care.

Actually, Tom's "need" rose again and Amy decided that he could use more
help.  In a flash his pants and underwear were below his knees.  Kissing him
deeply, Amy rubbed her bare beasts on his chest.  Then she started kissing
her way down his neck and chest.  She went further, licking his belly
button.  Then, she reached his hot, hard shaft.  Tentatively she kissed the
tip.  Tom was almost catatonic.   Amy inhaled the masculine scent of his
crotch and found it pleasant.   She fondled his balls while continuing to
stroke him slowly.  Then she got really brave and ran her tongue over the
end of his overheated cock.

"I'm cumming," he gasped just in time for her to avoid being blasted by the
eruption.

The second cumming was even more satisfying than the first.  After a second
cleanup, the lovers got out of the car and straightened up their clothes.
They kissed softly, still enjoying the afterglow.

"Amy, I love you.  I want to marry you.  Not before I can make a life for
us, but someday."

"I love you too.  I think we can make this work.  We have to get into school
near each other.  I don't want you away from me doing this with anyone
else."

"Don't worry.  I can be faithful.  Besides, I'm not sure anyone could do for
me what you do.  We haven't even fuc - gone all the way, and I have never
felt this good.  It really IS different with a girl you love."

After disposing of the used tissues in a trash barrel, Tom sprayed a bit of
Amy's perfume in the car and then drove home with the windows open.  The
aroma from their sexual pleasure had been powerful.