Date: Sat, 4 Sep 1999 13:23:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: "D.Z." <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys In School-1

This is a continuation of the story I began under the name of Boys on the
Farm about two teenagers named David and Tristan.  Since the story has
shifted its locale from the farm to the city I think it is time for a new
series name: DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL.  Hopefully I will be able to
continue the adventures of David and Tristan as they attend high school in
a way that is just as interesting and exciting as Boys on the Farm.

Also, new to this series is the introduction of Jason and Chris, the main
characters in the series "After the Dance" by Eric J. Case.  You can find
his series at /nifty/gay/highschool/after-the-dance/.  Eric and I thought
it would be fun to have each other's characters as supporting characters in
our respective stories and we hope you will enjoy seeing them interact.
THANKS Eric and Joshua for being such great friends!

If sex between male teenagers is offensive to you or if you are underage
then you should move on to something else.  DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL
is a work of pure fiction -- the characters and the events do not represent
any person or situation.

Copyright 1999, all rights reserved.
Please do not post in any other forum, newsgroup, or publication.


DAVID & TRISTAN--BOYS IN SCHOOL.
 
Chapter 1.

The bus changed directions many, many times as it wound its way into the
terminal, pulling up to the terminal entrance with a howl and a swoosh of
air brakes.  They were home.  Their parents could be seen waiting for them,
David's mom and dad and standing with them was Tristan's dad.

Ducking down behind the high seats while everyone else was moving off of
the bus the boys had time for a last gesture of love before the end of
their summer adventure.  Tristan pulled David into a tight embrace and
their lips met in a quick goodbye kiss.

"You'll call me later?" Tristan whispered huskily.

"Yeah, dude, I'll call ya.  Soon as I get unpacked and my parents leave me
alone, ok?"

"Yeah, ok.  By then I should know more about this idiotic move to Texas my
dad thinks we should do."

The boys grabbed their backpacks and made their way off the bus, David
grinning self- consciously up the aisle since Tristan kept a hand on his
ass all the way.

"David!  Over here!" his mother shrieked excitedly (like mothers do) as the
boys stepped off of the bus.  David went over to his mother for the
obligatory hug from his mom, not entirely comfortable with this display of
maternal affection in public.  David's dad got into the act too, patting
David on the shoulder while welcoming him home.

Tristan's body language was far different.  With an unhappy frown on his
brow Tristan confronted his father on the spot.  "Dad, what's this crap
about moving to Texas?"  Totally taken aback, Tristan's dad could only
stare at Tristan for the space of few seconds before replying, "Tristan, I
hoped you and I could talk about this once we got home."

"Dad, I don't WANT to go to Texas," Tristan continued to complain as he was
desperate not to go.

"I can tell you're not very happy about this, Tristan, but it will have to
keep just a bit longer until we get home and can talk about it privately."

"I don't care if people hear me, David knows how I feel about it."

Tristan's dad, whose name by the way is Randall, had to resort to his
parental authority.  "That's enough, Tristan.  Since you aren't glad to see
me, go get your luggage and we'll talk about this later at home.  I won't
discuss it in public."

While the boys gathered their luggage piled next to the bus, the adults
said their goodbyes.

"Thanks again, Dan and Staci, for allowing Tristan to go with David.  He
must have had fun since he sure isn't glad to be home."

"Well, we know how it is with kids," replied Dan.  "They have their own
priorities.  Good luck to you on your trip down to Texas tomorrow."

"Yeah, thanks.  See ya when we get back."

Gathering their luggage the boys had the opportunity for their own
goodbyes.  "See you later, babe.  You'll call me, right?" Tristan asked
David.

"No prob, dude.  Course I'm gonna call ya.  Might get lonesome or
something," David said with a quick smile for his boyfriend.

Locking eyes and trading looks of love before heading back to their
parents, the boys separated to go home, thus ending their unforgettable
summer vacation on the farm.

Although both familys' vehicles followed a similar route home, the
atmosphere in the two vehicles was completely opposite.  While David was
pleasantly telling his folks of some of their adventures during his stay at
his grandparents, Tristan was sullenly staring out the window the entire
trip home from the bus depot.  Randall, called Randy by family and friends,
tried a couple of times to learn about Tristan's vacation only to receive
monosyllable replies.

The brewing storm between Tristan and his dad erupted in full force upon
their arrival in their modest 3 bedroom home in the suburbs.  Tristan threw
his luggage into the laundry room and fled to the sanctuary of his room.

"Tristan, come back out here!" his dad yelled angrily at Tristan's
disappearing form.  "You wanted to talk about moving to Texas so now we're
going to talk!  Come here and sit down."  Tristan came back to find his dad
standing with his hands on his hips, waiting to talk with him.  Family
discussions always took place at the kitchen table, but this time felt
different.  Almost as if they were boxers going into the ring they took
their respective chairs and warily sized up their opponent in silence.

"OK, you wanted to talk about moving to Texas in front of God and everyone
else, so let's you and I talk about it now in private where this
conversation belongs.  Between just the two of us," Randy said after the
initial silence.  Randy could see that his son was as upset as badly as the
day he and his former wife, Kathy, had the blow up which ended their
marriage.

"Dad, how could you do this to me?  All of a sudden we're moving to Texas
and you didn't even ask me anything!"  Tristan shot back angrily.
 
"You weren't here to ask.  This all came up since you went to David's farm.
You know I've been waiting and working hard to get a promotion so I could
earn more money for a long time now.  Finally I have a chance for this
promotion if I take the job as plant manager in Lubbock.

"That's just freakin' great.  Out in the middle of nowhere, sticksville,
cowtown Lubbock.  Well, I'm not going there!"

"Now listen here, young man.  You and I have plane tickets to leave
tomorrow to go there so we can both look over the plant and the town.  You
could at least keep an open mind about it until after you've seen the
place.  And one more thing.  You don't pay the bills around here...I do.
This promotion would take the financial stress out of my life, out of our
lives."

"Yeah, and look at the stress it dumps on me!  Dad, all my friends are
here, and I don't want to go to a new school!"

"Tristan, you can make new friends.  I have had to do that many times and I
know you can do that."

"No I can't!  And I won't!  This idea of going to Lubbock really sucks."

"Tristan Randall Cockran!  That's enough of that kind of language!" Randy
reprimanded, as he was getting hot under collar with the unreasoning
stubborness that was so uncharacteristic of his only son.

"No way Dad.  I'm not going." Tristan said with finality.

Randy crossed his arms and spoke with the voice of parental doom.  "Yes you
are.  We're getting on that plane tomorrow and that's it!"

"To hell with that.  I'm not going!"  Clenching his hands tightly, Tristan
was getting more and more worked up.  His heart was pounding and his eyes
were burning with unshed tears.

"Yes you are, even if I have to drag you onto that plane tomorrow morning
at 7:00!"

"I'M NOT GOING!"

"YES, YOU ARE TOO GOING!"

"YOU CAN JUST GO TO HELL THEN!"

That did it.  Faced with Tristan's sudden open defiance and disrespect,
Tristan's dad smacked his hand across his son's face and exclaimed, "That
is absolutely enough of that language out of your mouth, Tristan!  Don't
ever talk to me like that!  Go to your room and don't come out until you
can talk decently."

His face stinging, Tristan sat there stunned for a moment in total shock.
He couldn't remember the last time his father had physically punished him.
It was as if his whole world came crashing down entirely.  Pushing back his
chair he fled for his room, his breath coming in ragged sobs.  After
closing and locking his bedroom door, he collapsed onto his bed and sobbed
from heartbreak, floods of tears soaking into his pillows.

The minutes passed by and slowly his sobs diminished.  He laid on his bed
for feeling so heartsick and was desperately missing his boyfriend, David,
and they had only been apart for something like maybe two hours.  Now his
dad was mad at him...and worse yet his dad had actually hit him!  Just
thinking about it made tears drip from his eyes again.  Oh, how he wished
David was there to hold him, to kiss him, and love him like they were able
to at the farm.

"David said he would call me...why hasn't he called me yet?" Tristan
wondered in his emotional turmoil as he began to pace back and forth in his
room.  "And then tomorrow morning I have to fly with my dad to Texas when I
don't want to go there and I won't be able to see David anymore..."  By now
Tristan was totally distraught and he wanted to scream and and cry and
curse his fate, but he couldn't do that with his dad there.  No way was he
going to tell his dad that he was gay and couldn't bear to leave the love
of his life.  The pent-up emotions kept building and building and soon his
room was much too confining!  But he wasn't ready to face his dad
again...and why hadn't David called?

There was nothing left to do but to climb out his bedroom window and go
find David.  Closing the window carefully behind him, Tristan slipped
quickly through the back yard and down the alley towards David's home.  It
was only a few blocks away on the other side of a neighborhood park which
was surrounded on three sides by a loop of the river which ran through
town.  Tristan entered the park via a footbridge across the narrow end of
the loop and while he walked the tears continued to leak from his eyes and
shuddering breaths came unbidden.

Ashamed that anyone would see him so emotionally upset, Tristan sought
refuge in a secluded picnic shelter that was screened by bushes.  It was a
place that reminded him of the all the times he and David would hang out
there.  There was the time David had lost the championship of the summer
peewee baseball league...and the time they shot off the fireworks
there...and the time David's folks had caught them trying out cigarettes
there.  Oh yeah, this was a place he could sit and think about David while
he tried to get control of his runwaway emotions.

No matter how much he wanted to stop crying he couldn't.  His stomach was
tied in knots and he was already grieving the loss of David, his first true
love.  He just knew he would lose David when he moved to Texas and it was
ripping his heart out.  Tristan just sat there in that picnic shelter with
his hands over his face, crying quietly.  It seemed every time he could
shut off the tears another memory of their fabulous summer vacation would
start the tears flowing once more.  Tristan lost all track of time as he
sat there while riding the waves of his emotions with only the distant
cooing of morning doves to keep him company.

The sound of bike tires skidding on the gravel path approaching the shelter
intruded upon Tristan's solitude.  Tristan hastily tried to compose himself
and prepared to deal with the interloper.  Tristan's spirits soared when
who should come dashing up to the shelter on his bike but David!  David
found him!

"Hey Tris-dude, I've been looking all over for you!" panted David as he
hastily dropped his bike to the ground and came up to Tristan.

Smiling at David through the tears still filling his eyes, Tristan pulled
David down beside him on the bench.  "Hey babe, I'm so glad you found me!
I've been missing you something fierce already."

"So you wanted to be here by yourself or something?" David asked with
puzzlement as he sat down next to Tristan.

"No, I'm just wasn't up to knocking on your door and having your parents
see me like this...I couldn't pull myself together.  " Tristan said as he
slipped an arm around David's waist and was able to feel his reassuring
closeness once more.

"Dude, I tried calling you and your dad said you were in your bedroom and
that he would get you and then you weren't there."

"I was coming to find you, babe, but I stopped here to get myself together
and like I wasn't having much success."

Holding Tristan around the shoulders David looked into Tristan's face while
he said, "Tris- dude, you better tell me then why you're crying your eyes
out here."

In a voice barely above a whisper from being choked up with emotion Tristan
told him.  "It was so awful, Davey.  Like my dad and I had this big fight
and I told him to go to hell and he hit me and told me to go to my room!
He told me that I was going to Texas even if he had to like drag me on the
plane...he just won't listen to me Davey when I tell him I don't want to
go..."  Tristan's eyes filled with tears again and he sagged over onto
David, leaning his head on David's strong shoulder.  "I hate the thought of
going to Texas so bad!"

"Shhh, Tristan.  I know.  Your dad told me on the phone what happened after
he discovered you had left.  He sounded pretty worried and I told him I
would try to find you."

Jerking upright Tristan turned to look straight at David.  "I'm not going
back and fighting with him again.  I just know he'll want to chew me out
for sneaking out of the house!"

"Settle down Tris-dude.  I only told him that I would let him know when I
found you."

Tristan relaxed again at those words and leaned his head back over on
David.  "So what do we do now, babe?"

"What are you up for, Tris-dude?"

"I just wanna be with you Davey."

"K then, like you wanna hang out at my place?"

"Sure."

"Are you ready to go now?"

"Oh yeah, all I ready needed to feel better was to have you with me, babe.
And like maybe a little kiss too?" Tristan asked with a little pleading
tone.

David looked around checking to make sure no one was able to see them and
then planted a smack straight on Tristan's lips!  "That'll have to hold ya
dude until we get some real privacy."

"Mmmmm, it'll do.  I love you so much, babe."

"Yeah, likewise dude.  C'mon, let's head for my place."  With those words
David stood up and pulled Tristan up as well.  The two boys walked together
to David's house as David pushed his bike.

David lived in a huge old two story home that his dad had modernized.  Dan
had chosen that house because it was a 4 bedroom home, large enough so each
of his three kids, two boys and a girl, could have their own room.  David
leaned his bike in its customary spot against the front porch and the boys
headed inside with David in the lead.

"Mom, I'm home and Tristan is with me," David announced as they hit the
stairs to go up to David's room.

"Okay David," his mom's voice called out from elsewhere in the house,
probably the kitchen.

At the top of the stairs was a wide hallway with 3 bedrooms, an enclosed
upper porch, and a bathroom branching off.  "Here, let's call your dad cuz
I promised I would," David reminded Tristan as he walked up to the phone
that mounted on a wall.

"I don't want to talk to him."

"Well, you don't have to then.  I said I would call him so I'll talk.  OK?"

"Yeah, OK."

David rapidly dialed the number as his fingers knew the dialing sequence
automatically.  "Hello, Randy?  I found Tristan.  Yeah, he's here at my
house....."  David turned to look at Tristan.  "Your dad wants you to come
home."

"No, I'm not going."

"He says he's not going."  David is now the intermediary.  "Tristan, your
dad wants to know when you will be coming home."

"Never."

David covered the phone receiver with his hand.  "Tris-dude, that won't
work.  I've got an idea." and spoke to Randy again.  "Randy, he'll come
home a little later and then like maybe I could spend the night cuz he's
all upset and stuff...yeah, I know you have to get up early in the morning
to leave...I'll send you guys on your way and ride my bike home when you
leave, that is if it's OK with you...OK...OK...great!  See ya later then!
Thanks."  David hung up the phone and pulled Tristan into his bedroom and
closed the door.  "There, Tris-dude, got it all straightened out.  We can
spend a couple of hours here at my place before we head back to your house
and your dad said I could spend the night there with you!"

"See why I need you so bad, babe?  Without you my feelings get all screwed
up but when I'm with you everything is the way it should be," Tristan said
lovingly as he melted into David's arms for the embrace he was aching to
have.

"Ohhhh yeah.  I can tell."  David teased back as he gathered Tristan into
his arms.

After a long moment of just holding each other close and tight, they
separated enough to look at each other's face.  "So now we have some
privacy do you think I could get a real kiss?" Tristan begged as he pressed
his crotch into David's.

"Just a second here, dude.  I gotta lock the door so my pesky little
brother doesn't come barging in on us.  There.  Now you can have your real
kiss!"  David moved back into Tristan's arms and found Tristan's soft lips
with his own.  They stood there kissing and when Tristan's mouth opened
with a sigh of contentment David slipped his tongue and took them to new
delights as they discovered together what it was like to french kiss.
Their tongues danced together as their hands caressed each other's backs
and then dropped to hold each other's sexy ass.  Both boys could feel the
other's hardness as they pulled their crotches tightly together.

"Ummmmm, I've been waiting all day to be kissing you like this," breathed
Tristan as he rearranged his package in his pants as it was painfully
straining to be let out.

"Yeah, dude.  Let's go lay on the bed and like, you know, do more of this,"
David suggested.  "But dude," he cautioned, "We're gonna have to keep our
pants on cuz my mom or little sister could want to come in anytime.  You
know how it is around here."

"Yeah, I know, but we can have our shirts off, can't we?"

"Yeah dude, we sure can...its warm enough in here with the door closed
anyway.  I'm gonna turn on my Playstation too so we can be like "playing
it" in case somebody bothers us."

"Good idea, but first let me take your shirt off," Tristan said as he
slipped behind David and began to lift David's shirt.  Well, not only lift
David's shirt but run his fingers over the bare skin of David's defined
pecs and abs.

David wriggled a little from the sensous delight that Tristan knew how to
give him.  It had gotten so Tristan could totally arouse him by doing the
littlest things like this...just like he was doing now.  David's cock was
throbbing at full mast and it didn't help at all for David to be totally
aware of Tristan's bulging crotch brushing up against his ass.  Just the
thought of Tristan's cock near his ass made David want to feel that manpole
inside him again.

Now shirtless, David twisted around in Tristan's arms and began to pull
Tristan's shirt over his head.  Once he had Tristan's arms tangled up he
stopped and began to tongue Tristan's right nipple, eliciting a low moan of
pure enjoyment from Tristan as he rubbed Tristan's cock through his pants.

Tristan was getting so turned on he began to gyrate his hips, thrusting
against David's hand and felt his balls getting primed to shoot.
"Ooooohhhh Davey, you better stop before I cum in my shorts...."  Tristan
grabbed David's hand away and he fought to regain control over his primal
urge to fuck.

David turned away for a moment to turn on his Playstation and his TV, then
pulled Tristan on top of him as he backed onto his bed and laid back with
his feet still on the floor.  The two boys became oblivious to everything
except the delights of their kissing and skin to skin contact.  They got
into making out, kissing and caressing and rolling around on David's bed.
It was sweet torture to feel the urge to have sex but to put it off and
continue their foreplay.  Time flew by and the boys were so caught up in
their passion for each other that the rattling of the knob of the bedroom
door totally scared them.

"Hey David and Tristan, open up!  Your mom said you were here.  I can't
believe you didn't call me to tell me you were home!" their other close
friend, Jason, complained through the door.

In a total panic Tristan slid to the floor and grabbed for the controls of
the Playstation while David attempted to straighten the bed slightly and
his heart felt like it was jumping out of his chest.  He answered, "Hang
onto your shorts for a sec, Jason, we're into a good part of this game!
I'll open the door when we finish this part."

Pulling on his T-shirt and adjusting his cock in his shorts while trying to
cover up the wet spot on the front of his shorts, David silently pointed to
the wet spot on Tristan's crotch.  Tristan put on his shirt and then David
finally unlocked his bedroom door and pulled it open to reveal Jason
leaning forward against the door frame.

"Hey, it took you guys long enough to open up!" Jason commented dryly as he
walked in.  Jason was a great looking guy, with brown medium length hair
and light brown eyes, about 5'6" tall with a slender but muscular build.
He had been a close friend of David and Tristan since kindergarten and they
hung out together whenever they could.

But, what's this?  Another guy that David and Tristan had never seen before
followed Jason through the doorway.  Jason cracks a grin and says, "Hey
guys, this is Chris.. I met him at the Ridgemount dance while you guys were
away.  Chris, these are my long time friends I told ya about, David and
Tristan."

Chris walked over to David and Tristan and kinda did the quick hand slap
thing that passes for a handshake between guys that age.  "How ya doin',"
Chris greets both David and Tristan with the same phrase of introduction
while looking both of them straight on.

"Great, glad to meet ya dude," David managed to reply to this new friend of
Jason's.

"Uh, hi Chris," Tristan stammered out as he looked up at the gorgeous
looking guy standing there in front of him.  'How in the world did Chris
find this beautiful looking guy, anyway,' he thought to himself as he
quickly checked out the guy's body.  'Ohhhh, not bad, not bad all,' Tristan
couldn't help but think to himself.

Chris moveed back to stand near Jason and then stood there fidgeting, a
little nervous since he wanted Jason's best friends to like him.  There was
an awkward silence for a moment and then Chris kinda punched Jason's
shoulder and nodded slightly at Tristan.

Jason glanced at Chris before obviously preparing himself to say something.
I know you're moving Tristan," Jason said quietly. "I talked to your dad
yesterday cause I wanted you guys to meet Chris.  We met at the dance at
Ridgemount High while you guys were gone, so I wanted to see if you were
home yet and Randy told me."

Tristan's face fell.  He had forgotten for a time that he was about to move
away and Jason reminded him of it again.  "Yeah, Jason, it really sucks big
time.  I told my dad I don't want to move and he told me he was gonna drag
me on that airplane if he had to."

"So this is like a short term thing right?" Jason asked. "It can't be
forever dude!"

"It's about as forever as it gets....the only thing that might happen is
that I can work on David's farm next summer so I can afford to fly back
here," Tristan said to the floor dejectedly.  A total silence hung in the
room.

Jason cleared his throat nervously and then spoke, "Look guys.. There's
somethin I really need to tell you now. I mean Tristan's moving, and I'm
going to Ridgemount High this year.. I want you guys to know now cause I
don't know when the next time we will be together like this.  Chris and I
are going together...I'm uhh... I'm gay and if you guys never wanna talk to
me again then fine, but I wanted you two to know.  I want you guys to know
the REAL me, and if you still wanna be friends with me even if I'm a 'fag'
then great cause I still want to be friends with you guys too."

David and Tristan were stunned for a long moment before they turned and
stared at each other.  "Freakin' unbelievable, isn't it David?" Tristan
said softly to him.

David shook his head "no" ever so slightly while he directed a meaningful
look at Tristan and then turned to stare at Jason.  With his hands on his
hips he refused to accept Jason's confession.  "I don't believe you.
You've never acted like a fag before....what kind of sick joke are you
trying to pull here?"

Jason couldn't believe what he just heard.  His face betrayed the hurt he
felts inside as his best friends couldn't accept who he really was.  Then
with a look of determination, Jason moved close to Chris saying, "Like this
kind of sick joke?" before wrapping his arms around Chris and pulling Chris
in for a no-holds-barred kiss full on the lips!

David and Tristan both saw that Chris was surprised at the very beginning
of the kiss but then it was obvious that Chris began to kiss back.  But it
wasn't one of those quick pecks on the mouth, it was a kiss full of passion
as the Jason and Chris began to rub and grind into each other, their arms
wrapped tightly around one another.

Their eyes wide open with astonishment, David and Tristan quickly looked at
each other and then focused back on the hot kissing scene in front of them.
Coming so soon after their own lip action the two boys felt their groins
respond to what they are seeing.  Automatically David and Tristan had to
adjust their packages in their shorts to relieve their suddenly cramped
cocks.

Finally, that steamy-hot kiss ended, Jason and Chris slid out of their
embrace with a "I'm- totally-in-love" grin for each other.  Jason spins
around and lifted his head, making direct eye contact with David.  "How's
that for acting like a fag, Davey boy?  A bit much for a sick joke wouldn't
you say?"

Chris moved to support his lover by standing a little behind and off to one
side of Jason and chimed in, "Yeah I'm not that into jokes.  We love each
other and I'm not ashamed to tell you that making love with Jason's great.
And he gets into it too!"

At this point Tristan stood up and moved behind David.  Jason and Chris
tensed up, waiting for an ugly scene to begin.  To their great relief,
Tristan wrapped both arms loosely around David and kissed David on the side
of the neck from behind.  Tristan stood there holding David and said
softly, "Well, you guys aren't the only ones to have found love
together...David and I are boyfriends too...it happened while we were at
the farm together."

Jason's mouth dropped in total shock.  Recovering his composure somewhat he
asked testily, "And like you guys weren't going to tell me??"

David replied in the same vein, "Well, it's not like it's something you run
around telling everyone!  No offense Jason, but my family hates gays and
its something I can't let get out.  We probably woulda told you when the
time was right and we were sure you wouldn't have had a problem with it or
whatever...Besides, we don't know if we can be a real couple since it looks
like Tristan is moving to Texas."

The tension between the two pairs of boys evaporated quickly as the
realization sunk in that there was nothing they had to hide any longer, and
that they were free to be themselves!  Jason walked over to Tristan and
gave him a tentative little hug while saying, "Hope you don't end up moving
away cuz we could like have such a cool time together as two couples and
everything."

Tristan made a wry face before he replied, "Yeah, I hope with everything
I've got that it won't happen but so far it's not working.  But I don't
want to think about it right now cuz I'm sick of thinking about it.  You
guys want to play video games?  We can be teams, David and I will play
against you guys!"

The two couples spent the rest of the afternoon in a friendly video game
contest, all of their fears put aside.  They laughed and taunted each
other, having the kind of fun that a gang of boys can have together, except
that now they had an added dimension.  The couples could touch each other
whenever and however they wanted, alternating between the usual shoving and
roughhousing to a loving touch on an arm or a leg as a reminder of the deep
bonds they shared.  There were even a few congratulatory kisses thrown in
for good measure!  The four boys had a wonderful time together, thoroughly
enjoying the freedom to be themselves and to be in love.

Time flew by and all too soon David's mother was telling them that Jason's
and Chris' ride was there for them to go home.  "Thanks for the fun
afternoon and hope to see you guys again sometime," Chris remarked as they
prepared to go.

"Yeah, Tristan, call me when you get back and let me know what you and your
Dad are gonna do, ok?" Jason requested.

"OK, Jason I'll let ya know what's up when I get back, but I have to tell
ya that I'll being seeing David first!"

"Of course dude, I expected that!  Just let me know, kay?"

David tried to lighten things up a little so Tristan didn't fall back into
his earlier mood of despair.  "Yeah, bye you guys!  Don't do anything we
wouldn't do!"

"Hey, no prob from the shape you guys were in when we got here!" Jason
teased back with a knowing wink.  "It took me a while but I figured it
out."

David tried to be innocent, but the Jason and Chris wouldn't buy it.  So it
worked, they all had a good laugh as the two pairs completed their goodbyes
while David and Tristan followed them to the front door and watched the
other couple get into the car and drive off.

"Pretty awesome that Jason found himself a guy too, wouldn't you say,
David?" Tristan asked softly as they stood outside for a minute.

"Yeah, I never suspected Jason was into guys...but that Chris seemed to be
pretty cool."

"I'm like so glad you decided you could be!"

"Could be what?"

"Into guys, what else?"

David had to snicker a little.  "Yeah Tris-dude, I know you're into
guys....and I'm into having you into me!"

Both boys laughed at their sexual banter and then went back into the house
and checked on the status of dinner since they were both feeling hungry.
Tristan was invited to stay and David cleared it with Tristan's dad but had
to promise they would head over to Tristan's after they ate to take care of
the unfinished business between Randy and Tristan.  The dinner was
excellent, the two flavor enhancers being the appetites of growing boys and
also being away from mom's cooking.  Tristan sat next to David on one side
of the table while David's older sister Ashley and his brother James sat on
the other side.  David's parents sat at either end of the table, Staci was
at the end closest to the kitchen.  It was so interesting for Tristan to be
involved in the conversation and busy lives of a family of five compared to
just him and his dad talking just a little as they watched tv while they
ate their dinner together.

The talk at the table revolved around the kid's activities.  Ashley, who
was turning 19 in a month, was leaving for her first year of college soon.
Her activities were divided between last minute visits with friends and
getting her belongings gathered and packed.  James, at 10, was mostly
concerned with the activities of his gang of friends.  David was asked
questions about the farm and the animals and reported that everything there
was fine.  Of course, David left out of his report any mention of the
discoveries they had made regarding sex and their love for one another.
However, it was rather obvious to Tristan that David was the only member of
the family that really cared about the farm.

After everyone had finished eating and were leaving the table, Tristan
began to pick up dirty dishes to help David's mom, Staci, with the clearing
away.  "Hey David, I'm gonna help your mom here, I'll catch up to ya in a
little bit, ok man?"  And then he followed Staci out into the kitchen while
saying, "Thanks for letting me eat dinner with you...it was sooooo good."

"Tristan, it is so nice of you to offer to help me.  And I'm glad you liked
it...I made it to welcome David home since it is one of his favorites," she
replied with a smile.  "So you two guys had a good time together at the
farm," she replied to make some conversation.

"Oh yeah, it was the best time I have EVER had.  And now my dad is telling
me we're going to move.  I'm so mad at him...no way do I want to move!"
Tristan liked talking to her, she was so easy to talk to and he didn't have
a mom around since he didn't see his mother much since his parents were
divorced.

Staci tried to inject some adult perspective into Tristan's thinking.
"Tristan, honey, life doesn't always let you do what you want to do.  We
will be more than sorry to see you leave, but you will always be welcome to
come and see us at any time."

"What upsets me the most is that my dad just decided to do this without
even asking me about it.  Just all of a sudden here we go down to someplace
in Texas called Lubbock, too far away to get back...who knows if I ever can
come back to visit you guys...and especially David, my bestest friend."

In a consoling tone of voice while giving Tristan a quick hug she said,
"Tristan, things always have a way of working out...right now you just
don't know how.  When things seem the darkest, a rainbow is waiting on the
other side of the storm clouds.  You'll see."

"Thanks Staci.  I sure hope so.  Anyway, I gotta go home now and face my
dad.  We had a big argument earlier and I s'pose he's wanting to finish
it."

"Just try listening to him, Tristan.  Then tell him how you feel.  Try not
to let your emotions take over, and then you guys will do fine.  Parents
are people too, Tristan, and they have their own emotions they have to deal
with as well, ok?"

"OK, Staci, thanks for the advice.  And thanks for letting David stay
overnight with me.  See ya whenever!"

There was no putting it off any longer, Tristan had to go home and face his
dad.  It was so unreal for him to be involved in a confrontation with his
dad like this.  Tristan could never remember being at odds with his dad
like this before.  "Come on, Davey, let's go get this over," Tristan
sighed.  "Sure am glad you are coming with me, babe, cuz I don't know how
this would go otherwise..." Tristan just trailed off into silence as he
contemplated his dad's reaction to his rebellion and then sneaking out of
the house.

"Tris-dude, I'm with you all the way, through thick and thin and all the
rest of that stuff, you know?" David finished putting a few items in his
backpack for overnight and was ready to go.  The boys headed down the
stairs and out the door with David calling out his goodbyes to his parents
on the move.  "Bye Mom.  Bye Dad.  See you tomorrow, I'm going to Tristan's
now."

David slowly rode his bike as Tristan walked the several blocks home, the
two of them not talking much as Tristan was dreading what he felt would be
round 2 in the contest of wills between his dad and himself.  The boys put
David's bike away in the attached single car garage and entered the kitchen
door to find Randy clearing away his own meal.

"Oh, so here you are.  I've been waiting for you guys.  Sit down, both of
you." Randy said in a obviously controlled voice.  The two boys slipped
silently into chairs around the table, Tristan looking everywhere but at
his dad.

Faced with silence from the two boys, Randy decided he might as well get
started with their discussion.  "First, David, I want to thank you for
finding Tristan and calling me so I didn't have to worry about him.  I was
pretty worried until you called."

"No prob, Randy.  It didn't me too long to find him and then we like went
back to my house and played video games and stuff."

"Good.  Tristan, don't you have anything to say for yourself here?"

"No."  Tristan still wouldn't look at his dad.

"Tristan, I'm sorry I slapped you.  But, I can't understand why all of a
sudden you came home with such an attitude.  You weren't glad to see me,
you started bitching practically as soon as you saw me, and then you tell
me to go to hell.  What happened to the son I had that went away for a
summer vacation?  I mean, it's like you are on drugs or something.  Are
you?"  Randy stared at Tristan, watching carefully for any reaction to that
stab in the dark.

"Am I what?"

"Using drugs."

With a snort of total disbelief that his dad would even ask such a
question, Tristan incredulously answered, "No way dad.  I can't believe you
would even ask me that!"

Inwardly relieved that he didn't have to contend with drugs Randy tried
again to discover just what was in Tristan's head.  "Tristan, I just don't
know what's going on with you.  I can't ever remember seeing you this moody
and emotional.  Does the idea of moving to Texas upset you that much?"

"Yeah Dad, it does."

"Why?"

Tristan flicked his gaze over to David and back before answering peevishly,
"I already told you!  I don't want to leave my friends and move to a
strange school and everything."

"I know David is a good friend of yours, but that doesn't mean you can't
make other good friends there."

"I don't want to, dad.  You don't understand."

"Well, you're right about that, I don't understand.  What I do understand
is that you and I are getting on the plane tomorrow morning at 7:00
a.m. and flying to Lubbock.  When we get there we'll go to the motel room
they have reserved for us, find something to eat and drive around maybe and
figure out how to get around the city.

Tristan was quick to offer another negative comment.  "Oh great, we can get
lost!  What will I do down there all by myself?"

"I'm told this motel has a really nice indoor swimming pool and I'm sure
there will be something nearby you can find to help amuse yourself...don't
worry we'll be busy.  On Monday we go to the plant and we be given a tour
of it during the morning.  You can hang out at the motel in the afternoon
while I am involved in some meetings with company brass.  We can shop a
little Monday night if we can find a mall to go to.

"Oh great, going shopping in cowtown Lubbock.  What would I want to buy in
a hick town like that?  So when do we come home again?" Tristan wanted to
know how long he and David were going to separated from one another.  He
already knew the hours would feel like days and the days would feel like
months!

Randy continued explaining the plans that had been made. Every word was
like a knife stabbing into Tristan's gut.  "If things go good, we will
spend Tuesday finding a place to rent and making arrangements to move and
we'll fly back here on Wednesday."

Tristan had to look down at the floor, his eyes were filling with tears and
his lips had begun to tremble from the emotions that were ripping him apart
inside.  In a strangled voice he barely managed to ask, "Can I go now?"

Randy could tell Tristan was close to losing it and decided he couldn't
push the issue any further right then.  "Sure, you can go but you need to
get ready for tomorrow.  That means you have to put away your laundry and
pack so we can get up and head for the airport at 6:15.  We'll be getting
up at 5:45 so that means you and David can't stay up late if you are to get
any sleep.  Got that?"

"Yeah."  Tristan replied barely audible.

David tried to be the peacemaker again and spoke up.  "Sure do, Randy.
I'll help Tristan get his stuff done so he's ready in the morning, don't
worry."

But Tristan was already heading for his bedroom before David had finished
talking...he was so close to losing it again and he didn't want to cry in
front of his dad.

David looked at Randy, shrugged his shoulders and headed after Tristan.
David found Tristan laying on his bed with his face buried in his pillows,
his body shaking with silent sobbing breaths.  Closing the door behind him
as he stepped in he stood silently inside the door for a moment before
going over to sit on the bed next to Tristan, his heart aching from twin
miseries, Tristan's emotional hurt piled on top of his own suppressed
feelings of the impending loss of their togetherness and love.  David put
his hand on Tristan's back, at first just letting Tristan know he was there
and that he cared.  He didn't say anything because he really didn't know
what to say.  Instead he let his hands do his talking for him and he began
to rub Tristan's back, tentatively at first.  And then, as Tristan regained
some control of his emotions David was able to massage more and more
tension out of Tristan's back.

The loving touch of David's hands soothed Tristan more than anything else
could.  Before long Tristan could only think about how good the back
massage he was getting felt and he was guiding David through groans and
gasps of pure pleasure.  Tristan's shoulders were especially tight, and it
was awkward for David to sit sideways and get both hands squared up so he
moved to straddle Tristan's thighs.  "Oh Davey, where did you ever learn to
give such wonderful back rubs," Tristan sighed with delight.

"My mom would do this for me when I was small and upset and she will do my
dad's back for him sometimes," David said with a low voice as he ran his
fingers through Tristan's dark curly hair.

"Ohhhhhhh, even that feels so wonderful.  I can't believe how good you can
make me feel, babe.  No wonder I love you so much, Davey."

"Yeah, I know, Tris-dude, believe me, I know."  David moved next to Tristan
on his double bed and gathered Tristan into his arms.  "And I know how hard
this is for you and I'm here for you dude.  I'll always be there for you
Tris, no matter where you are."  David kissed Tristan's face tenderly at
first, and then as Tristan kissed back, their afternoon passions rekindled.
Soon the kisses were more urgent, the breathing heavy, and the hands roamed
over backs and ass, legs intertwined.

The sound a door opening and closing brought the boys back from the edge of
the abyss.  "I don't want to quit this, Davey, but Dad is moving around and
he could come in.  Can we save some for later tonight, babe?"

"Anytime you want me, dude," David murmured back.  "So you gonna pack now?"

"I suppose.  I don't want to, though."

"Yeah, I know, but its gotta be done so let's get it done so we can relax."

Tristan gave David a funny look before getting up to pack.  He didn't say
anything beyond the look so David didn't think too much of it.  After the
packing was finished, and Tristan's laundry was put away the boys turned on
the tv and laid on the floor together with their heads propped up against
the bed with pillows.  They channel flipped before settling down to watch
an action movie, complete with Pepsi and snacks.  They weren't touching all
of the time, but they were close enough to reach over and punctuate their
conversation with a touch or a nudge.  It felt good just to be together and
spend some time in front of the tube again after their two weeks spent at
the farm and away from the tv set.

Randy checked on Tristan a couple of times that evening, first to make sure
he was packed and then to remind the boys they needed to go to bed at a
decent hour which was defined to be before 11:00.  Each time he received
perfunctory answers from Tristan and answers of total agreement from David.
Each time this happened Tristan looked at David and frowned ever so
slightly...and he would grow quiet.  David tried to keep Tristan's spirits
up by refusing to let Tristan's quietness continue.  He would talk and
laugh and jab Tristan with his elbow until Tristan would snap out his bleak
mood again.  When the movie finished they picked up their snack remnants
and then David prodded Tristan into double checking his luggage to make
sure everything was packed and ready.  "Dude, you sure you got everything
you need, now for the hot weather down there," he asked.  "you got the
essentials too, right?"

"Essentials?  Like what are essentials?"  Tristan didn't follow David's
line of thinking, his mind was preoccupied.

"Like underwear and deodorant, you dumb ass!" David laughed at Tristan as
he answered, walking up to Tristan and pretending to give Tristan's head a
thwap.

Tristan couldn't help but respond with a smart comment of his own.  "You
know what they say, you either have brains or beauty, but not both.  You
saying you like my ass?"

"Yeah, I like your ass.....and everything else that goes along with it!"

"Only like?"  Tristan put on his pouty face.

"OK, OK, I loooooove your ass!" David said in a loud whisper.

"That's better.  I love your ass too.  Speaking of which, lets get our
asses into bed."  Tristan walked over to the door making sure it was shut
and turned off the lights.  He found his way over to David who had taken
off his socks.  "Babe, let me do that.  I've been dying to get my hands on
you all day," Tristan whispered in David's ear.

"Yeah, well my buddy has been dying for you to get your hands on him all
day too!"  David whispered back.

They stood in the darkness of the room and slowly undressed each other,
lifting their T- shirts over their heads first.  They embraced and felt the
heat of each other's bare skin.  They stood there like that, kissing while
their hands roamed over each other's bare back, finally dropping to hold
each other's rounded ass.  They could feel each other's bulges tenting out
their jeans and in silent accord they fumbled open each others pants to
reach in for the pulsing erections trapped inside.

They might have looked ridiculous standing there together with their pants
down around their knees if you could have seen them in the dark, but their
sense of touch was all that they needed.  They came together again in a
tight embrace, this time moving in the slow dance of lovers over time
immemorial, feeling their cocks sliding against the warm skin and pubic
hair of their lover.

"Let's get rid of the pants, babe," Tristan eventually prompted.  His cock
was aching with need and he was more than ready for some serious loving.

David instantly stepped out of his pants and helped Tristan slip of his
underwear, Tristan's rampant sex hitting him in the face as he bent close.
"Watch where you putting that monster, would ya?" David murmured with a
small laugh still kneeling on the floor momentarily.

"Oh yeah, just for calling him a name take that!" Tristan whispered with
mock indignation while swinging his hips to "whap" David on the side of the
face with his cock.

"You perv," David giggled.  "Don't tell me you get your kicks out of that
kind of stuff!"

"Nah, come back up here babe where I can find ya, babe."

The two boys found each other again before slowly moving together onto the
bed.  Tristan immediately moved down to begin kissing David's neck and then
his chest, licking and sucking slightly as he went.  Within a minute David
learned that his nipples were a previously unexplored erogenous area of his
body as Tristan's tongue bathed and stimulated them.  David was moaning
softly as Tristan tongue worked its wonderous magic on his body.

Then, Tristan began moving lower, leaving a wet trail of kisses down his
belly, his tongue probing his navel.  David squirmed in abandonment to the
new and intensely erotic sensations Tristan instinctively knew how to
arouse in him.  David's cock was pulsing continuously and he could feel
precum forming a wet puddle in his pubes.  Then Tristan moving down once
more and David thought his cock would burst in anticipation of being
devoured by Tristan's eager mouth.  But Tristan was in no hurry to get to
the main course of boy meat, he was working his kisses down around David's
pubes and settled in on tonguing and sucking on David's balls!  David was
gasping and moaning steadily.  Tristan quit long enough to raise his head
to whisper, "Shhhhhhh babe.  You gotta keep the noise down or we'll be
busted."

"Tris-dude, I'm trying but your doing such awesome things to me.  God, how
did you ever learn to do stuff like this?"

"I'm just doing what my heart is telling me to do, babe, that's all."  And
Tristan went back to exploring David's family jewels with his mouth.  David
just about lost control when Tristan's hand found his cock and began to
stroke it gently, pulling David's foreskin back and forth over his knob.

David's hips began to thrust involuntarily, and the pressure in his cock
was building towards a humongous explosion.  "Tristan, I'm gonna cum real
soon," David panted.

Everything stopped for a space of seconds, and then David felt his cockhead
being kissed very gently, then Tristan's tongue cleaning it of precum
before his cock being engulfed in Tristan's hot mouth.  That was all it
took!  David reached down to hold Tristan's head while he began fucking his
mouth.  It took less than a minute and David whimpered each time as he blew
multiple blasts of boy cream down Tristan's throat.  And then, as the
pulses died down and Tristan was sucking the last drops, it was too much
for his now overly sensitive cock and David had to gasp while pushing
Tristan's head back, "Enough Tris, enough."

Tristan crawled back up so his head was even with David's once more.  "Was
that good, babe?" Tristan asked was a smile in his voice.

"Tristan, you are one awesome dude!  The things you do to me make me so
incredibly horny and feel soooooo good."

"Same here, babe."  And then Tristan kissed David long and hard, slipping
his tongue into David's receptive mouth and shared with him the taste of
his cum.  When the kiss ended, David whispered, "I know where I can get
more of that!  Are you ready for your turn?"

"Yeah, anytime, babe."

David twisted around into a 69 and paid some serious attention to Tristan's
hot meat.  David's nose was filled with the masculine scent of Tristan...it
was Tristan's natural smell and it was more intoxicating than anything else
David had ever smelled.  Tristan's drooling cock was too long and too fat
for David to put much more than the end of it in his mouth, but he more
than made up for it by the use of both hands.  One hand was grasping and
stroking the base of Tristan's cock while the other cupped and played with
Tristan's balls.  In practically no time Tristan's hips were bucking too as
he sprayed his load into David.

Now it was David's turn to share Tristan's cum with him via a long and hot
kiss.  Both boys wrapped their arms around each other and intertwined their
legs, feeling closer to each other than they ever had.  They shared their
essence with another guy, a guy who was willing to accept each other's love
with no reservations whatsoever.

But as they snuggled and kissed in the afterglow of their lovemaking,
Tristan grew quiet and still.

David knew immediately something was going on in Tristan's head and so he
asked, "Tris- dude, what are you thinking?"

"Davey, can we be really honest with other?"

Somewhat shocked that Tristan would have to ask, David responded quickly,
"Course dude.  I thought we have been."

"Ummm, well I think we been able to be honest now about how we can love
each other, but....ummmmm.....I was kinda wondering
tonight....ahhhh.....its like you are trying to get rid of me.  Like you
are so cheery with my dad and helping me get packed to go and everything."
Tristan stopped momentarily and then went on in a rush of words.  "Like you
are in a hurry to send me away and forget about me or something."

"Awwwwwwwww Tris, that's not true at all.  The truth is that I don't want
you to go, not for one second!  But I didn't want you and your dad to be
fighting about it anymore; that's all, I swear!  Tris, you are the best
thing that ever happened to me and I'll miss you sooooo much when you are
gone.  I love you dude with everything I have in me, don't ever doubt that!
Why would you ever think such a thing as me wanting to get rid of you?"

Tristan didn't answer for a bit.  He was struggling to find the words for
the emotions that were welling up from deep inside.  Finally he explained,
"I feel so alive and happy and right when I am with you Davey and then I
think of how moving to Lubbock will take all of that away from me.  Its
like falling off a sunlit mountain into a dark chasm of being lost and
alone again.  It's like every person who I love with all my heart gets
taken away from me....first my mom leaves me cuz of the divorce and never
says goodbye and now you are being taken away from me too." Tristan's voice
became more and more choked up as he vocalized the feelings that been
building over the past few days.

"Tris, I am soooo sorry about the parent's divorce and your mother leaving.
But I can't do anything about that.  What I can do is love you too with all
my heart and I don't want you to go either.  But what choice do we have?
To run away?  Run away to where?  I just keep telling myself that we can be
together at the farm at Christmas time and that it won't come soon enough
so I can be with you again.  I'll be waiting for you to climb back into my
arms and hold me, and kiss me, and love me, and yes, even to fuck me.  You
are my man Tris, you'll always be my man no matter how many miles separate
us temporarily."

With those words being said, they fell silent and just held each other,
kissing and touching until they fell asleep.  Tomorrow Tristan would fly to
Lubbock but for now they were deeply in love and could be content while
they were together in each other's arms.