Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 19:26:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: D.Z. <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys in School 14

DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL is a continuation of the story, Boys on the
Farm, about two teen boys named David and Tristan. It is a story of
discovery...what the boys learn about life, about themselves, and what it
means to be gay. 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 (c)2001
by D.Z., all rights reserved.  You may contact me by emailing
ndman72@yahoo.com.


PREFACE:

This time I want to share with you a portion of an email I received from an
Aussie who goes by the name of Josiah Matthew Taylor. I know of many men
who have taken years to come to an acceptance of their sexuality and Josiah
talked about his journey of self discovery in a recent email. As I always
do with the people's emails I include in this space, I have obtained the
permission of Josiah before sharing this with you:

"As someone who has a genuine caring for young people, my heart
particularly aches for all the teenagers who are discovering they are gay
and are trying to understand who they are amongst the negative stereotypes
and bigoted attitudes at home, school and church. Whatever lays ahead for
me in the future, I hope I can help these people who would at times be hurt
and confused.

So, where to from here? If I just come out as gay, a lot of people would be
hurt and offended (of course, it would be their own bigoted fault, not
mine, but....) because of the trust and respect they have for me.
Therefore, a quiet exit to another place and job, telling few people where
I've gone, and building a new honest life seems to be the best way to
go. I'm comfortable with that option, as I don't think I could be bothered
trying to handle the fuss at my job, with my friends or in my former church
where I still know too many people.

Of course, it could be that some good could come from me being open to
everyone. The attitudes of some people have certainly changed when loved
ones have opened their eyes by being honest about themselves. Maybe one day
I'll have the guts to show a lot of people that their concerns about
homosexuals are ill-founded and based on prejudice, not "Biblical truth."
But I have a long way to go before I think I could do that!"

Building a new honest life is a key idea here I would say. Josiah is ready
to start out on a new road in his life after discovering for himself that
there are valid doubts to the common interpretations of Biblical verses
used to condemn gays. Many of us, such as Josiah and myself, have a genuine
desire to help others find and accept themselves sooner so that they may
have an easier time than we did with all of the issues connected with being
gay.

Both Josiah and I are in our 40's in case you were wondering and it took
both of us that long to fully accept the fact that we were gay and to
understand that is the way we have been, that we are now, and will continue
to be. Now, what happens next? Only time will tell.

So many guys have written to tell me that they see themselves in one of my
characters or that they have a favorite. Besides being a source of
entertainment and a window into the feelings of guys who happen to love
other guys, I hope this story of mine is helping accomplish my goal of
promoting self understanding and self acceptance for gay guys of any age.

Without further ado, here's more on the story of David and Tristan.


CHAPTER 14. AFTER THE GAME

"Well, OK. You better come home with me then," Randy asserted.

Tristan looked over at David and saw the look of disappointment flash
across David's face.  "No," Tristan flatly refused. "I'm staying with
David."

"Tristan," his dad warned.

"Daaad," Tristan almost whined, "There's a dance and stuff afterwards and I
don't want to miss it. David will take care of me, won't ya David?" Tristan
turned to him for confirmation.

"Yup, you know I will," David answered with all seriousness.

"How will you get home?" Randy asked. "You can't walk that far on your bad
ankle now, can you?"

"I bet Brad Mills would give us a ride. He does that lots of days after
football practice. He's the varsity team quarterback and David's sister's
boyfriend. You know who he is, Dad," Tristan pled his case. "And if my
ankle really starts to bother we can always call for a ride home, can't
we?"

"Well...." Randy drawled as he stalled. What was he to say now? Usually he
would be home and available at the phone, but he had this 'date' with Craig
and what about their hoped-for rendezvous after the game? "Well, if you
call and I'm not at home I'll be at Craig's. Can the boys call your house
if need be?" Randy asked Craig.

"Of course. All of you are welcome any time to call on me for anything I
can help you with," Craig said seriously, double meanings and all.

With mixed feelings Randy gave in. "OK, but only if you check with me after
the varsity football game and you are home by.....midnight."

"Dad," Tristan began.

"No arguing Tristan.

"Dad, I wasn't gonna argue. I just wanted to ask if David could stay over
then." Tristan always did know how to negotiate. He seldom gave in to
Randy's wishes without asking for something in return.

Despite his misgivings Randy made one last effort at keeping Tristan off
his feet so his body could begin to repair itself. "If I say yes that
doesn't mean you can stay up all night. It means you guys can be together
and sleep."  "Yeah, whatever Dad," Tristan said as he made a face.

"OK, see you after the varsity game is over. If your ankle isn't too bad
then you can stay for the dance. Otherwise you come home with me," Randy
made his parental pronouncement.

"Let's go David," Tristan said as he attempted to turn and walk gingerly
away. "Ouch, ouch, ouch," he complained as quietly as he could when he
attempted to step on his injured ankle.  "Davie, I need your help," Tristan
said louder.

David moved up to his man and took Tristan's right arm around his shoulders
so he could help Tristan keep his weight off his injured ankle. They moved
slowly away to the student section of the bleachers in order to join their
classmates watching the varsity game already in progress. As David and
Tristan approached the kids voluntarily made room for the two boys in the
center bottom row and called out congratulations on their win. And
naturally Tristan received extra attention as the result of his
injury. Life was good. Here, under these circumstances, David and Tristan
were able to act as a couple with the full support and sympathy of their
peers. They were able to touch each other, albeit under the guise of
Tristan's need for help to walk, and David was able to be properly
solicitous towards his boyfriend. Supremely content, they watched the game
together, David leaving only to go buy them sodas while Tristan stayed
seated.

In the adult's section of the stands Randy and Craig enjoyed being together
at the game as well.  Having each other's company at the sporting event was
a treat for both single men while at the same time they socialized with the
other team member's parents. Adding to their enjoyment was an undercurrent
of anticipation of getting together after the game. There was that special
tingle in their male parts as both men hoped for another type of liaison
once they retired to more private surroundings.

The varsity game was also a hard fought battle producing see-saw
scoring. The two men took note of the leadership Brad Mills was providing
as varsity quarterback now that they knew he was connected with Tristan and
David. At the end it was a another victory for the Saints. "I'd better
catch Tristan and see how his ankle is doing before he disappears on us,"
Randy half apologized to Craig before heading over to where Tristan had
been seated.

"Mind if I tag along?" Craig asked.

"Don't mind at all," Randy said with a smile. "I appreciate the support,
truth to be told." Randy turned and lead the way through the departing
crowd over towards the student section. There was Tristan, hobbling slowly
down the walkway with his arm around David's shoulders. Randy moved over
towards them and asked, "So how's your ankle Tristan?"

"It's OK Dad," Tristan tried to act unconcerned as he stood there with his
arm still around David's shoulders.

"You sure you don't want to go home?" Randy double-checked.

"Yes, I'm sure I don't want to go home," Tristan said with a hint of
anxiousness in his voice.

"Well what?" Randy asked. "Something isn't right here." He could read
Tristan like a book and he knew something wasn't exactly right.

"Dad, I have to take a monster piss and you are making me stand here with
all your questions.  David will take care of me, won't you?" Tristan said
hurriedly and then looked over at David.

"Yup, I sure will," David said with a grin.

"You have a way to get home?" Randy asked one last question.

"We'll find one, don't worry. And if we don't we call, OK?" Tristan said
through the growing strain of holding his bladder. "Dad, I gotta go!"

Randy snickered a little and then answered, "OK, OK. If I'm not home I'll
be at Craig's, right Craig?"

"Yes, I invited your dad into my place for a drink before he heads for
home, Tristan. And remember, you can call me anytime even if your dad isn't
visiting."

"Yeah, thanks. Come David, let's head for the rest rooms," and Tristan
began hobbling away as quickly as he could with David's help.  Tristan was
barely able to hold himself long enough to get there, he had to take a piss
so bad after that large soda David bought him. They steered for the nearest
urinal and David parked Tristan in front of it.

"There you go," David murmured. "Now you can let it all hang out," and he
giggled some.

"No I can't!" Tristan's voice had risen in his frustration. I can't step on
my foot so I either hold myself up or fall over unzipping myself."

"So what do you want me to do?" David asked quietly.

"Unzip me and take it out, Davie."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not! I'm dying here to take a piss. Do it, puh-lease?" Tristan
begged earnestly.

"Good God, what if someone comes in?" David worried out loud.

"They won't. Everyone has left. Just do it now!" Tristan demanded as he
held himself up with both hands against the wall.

David stepped behind Tristan and unzipped his lover's fly for the first
time without sex being the direct object. It felt kinda strange for that
reason but it certainly wasn't the first time David had undone Tristan's
zipper, not by a long shot! Then came the more interesting part which was
reaching inside and pulling out Tristan's one-eyed monster and aiming
it. It laid heavily in David's fingers while Tristan sighed a huge sigh of
relief as he began to let his strained bladder empty. It wasn't the easiest
thing in the world for David to do since he wanted to be able to relieve
his bladder too. And it was taking Tristan forever! "Tris, I gotta go real
bad too. You just stay there and finish while I take a piss too, OK?"

"Yeah, no prob now Davie," Tristan said as his torrential stream died down
to weak pulses.  Tristan looked over to see David hurriedly pull his cock
out and let his stream jet. It never failed to fascinate Tristan to see
David piss since David was uncut. It was just different and in Tristan's
eyes a never failing turn-on.

"Oh man, that's much better, right Tris?" David sighed as he slipped his
dick back in his pants and zipped up.

"Yeah, but now you have to put me back in," Tristan prompted.

David rolled his eyes which Tristan saw.

"What? You can't do that for me?" Tristan asked.

"You know if we were at your house this would not be a problem," David
retorted. "I'm gonna do it, it just makes me nervous is all." And so once
more David moved behind Tristan to take care of putting Tristan's cock back
in his pants.

"Don't forget to give it a little shake first," Tristan giggled.

"Just you wait till later and then you'll see what I'm gonna do with it,"
David teased quietly as he gave Tristan's meat a few jiggles to shake off
any remaining droplets.

"Yeah, I can hardly wait," Tristan agreed eagerly as his dick began to
swell with David's touching and the thought of the sex they both were
waiting for.

David tucked Tristan's meat back into his pants quickly and gave it a
little pat before zipping Tristan's pants for him. "There, now be a good
boy until we get home," David murmured in Tristan's ear.

"I don't wanna be good, I want to be BAD!" Tristan complained and he
pivoted on his good foot into David's arms and rested his hands on David's
shoulders.

"Nope, you gotta be good cuz we have lots to do yet tonight," David allowed
as he looked into Tristan's warm brown eyes.

"Like what?" Tristan asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Like going to the dance and like maybe something else afterwards," David
said mysteriously, arching his eyebrows.

"Like with my clothes on or off?" Tristan asked, only half teasing.

"Maybe," was David's cryptic reply.

"Come on David, you gotta tell me!" Tristan insisted.

"Nope, go with the flow here, OK?" David asked. "You'll like it, I
promise. We better get going over to the dance, don't you think and find
the others? We said we would meet Drew and Anthony there you know. Time to
go Hop-a-Long."

It was a long walk over the school cafeteria where the dance was being
held, David supporting Tristan as he hopped his way across the football
field and into the school. Once again their peers saw them enter as a
couple, joined together with arms around each other. It was a bittersweet
moment in a way because one of them had to be hurt in order for them to be
able to be holding the other in public. Tristan sunk into a chair near Drew
and Anthony with a sigh of relief. Hopping that far was more strenuous than
he ever thought it would be. "Whoa, am I ever glad that wasn't any
further," Tristan admitted to David before turning to greet Drew and
Anth. "Hey guys, did we miss anything?" Tristan asked.

"Yeah, same here," David quickly agreed and flipped a casual wave at the
other two.

"Nah, nothing yet. The music should start pretty soon though I think,"
Anthony bubbled as he hung out with Drew. Anthony was hopelessly infatuated
with Drew's stunning good looks.  Drew's light brown skin, striking blue
eyes, and tightly curled dark hair made him irresistible to Anthony, and to
every woman in town for that matter.  Anthony knew he was the lucky one to
have Drew's attention and his world was complete anytime he was with his
Drew.

"Yeah, we were hoping you guys would show. We saw you talking with your dad
Tristan and wondered if you would be able to be here. I just said to Anth
that it looked like you had to go home," Drew acknowledged that their
friendship mattered by those words.

"Nah, I had to take a piss and with my bad ankle it took us a little longer
to get things handled, right David?" Tristan asked with a wicked gleam in
his eye as he looked over at his boyfriend.

David's mouth dropped open automatically before he caught himself and was
able to find the words to answer Tristan's teasing. "Yeah, we got it
handled all right," David all but stammered in reply.

Both Anthony and Drew caught the vibes from David and glanced at each other
before refocusing their attention on David. "So you gonna do some dancing
tonight David?" Anthony asked to fill the sudden silence that followed
David's look of awkwardness.

"Uh, probably not.  Tristan can't do any dancing with his ankle like this
and I don't want to leave him here by himself," David said loyally.  "I can
always dance with the babes another time."

Tristan snorted.  "Yeah, with the babes."  David just stared at him,
silently telling him to be quiet and stop teasing him like that.  David's
face was getting hotter by the minute.

Drew noticed David's red face.  "Is it hot in here?" he asked with a laugh.
"You need some punch or something?"

David was ready for any excuse to remove himself from Tristan's teasing
when he couldn't say anything back.  "Yeah, punch would be good right now.
I'll get you some too Tristan," and David was heading across the floor to
find his composure and to incidentally get some punch.

"It sucks that you injured your ankle," Anthony said sympathetically to
Tristan.  "Does it hurt a lot?"

"It hurt like hell when it first happened but now it just kinda aches and
throbs some," Tristan admitted. "As long as I'm not putting any weight on
it I'm fine," he added.

"Why do you suppose David went rushing off like that?" Anthony changed the
subject to the next item of curiosity in his overactive little
brain. "Didn't you say that you guys just came from the bathroom out on the
football field?"

"Yeah, I thought I was gonna bust if I didn't get to a bathroom."

"Huh, musta been kinda tricky taking a piss on one foot," Drew observed
dryly.

Now it was Tristan's turn to blush.  "Yeah, it was.  Like I said, we got it
handled," Tristan said cryptically.

Drew and Anthony traded glances again. "Well, guess we should go dance or
something huh Anthony?" Drew said to break the pregnant pause that
followed.

"Yeah, Drew, let's go freak!" Anthony exclaimed as he swayed his hips to
some imaginary music.

Drew just smiled at his overly enthusiastic 'date' and after draping his
arm around Anthony's shoulders in their by-now characteristic stance, moved
over to the crowd of kids in front of the DJ waiting to dance.  As they
walked away Anthony said to Drew in a low voice, "Are you wondering what
I'm wondering?"

"Well that'd depend on what it is you're wondering" with a chuckle knowing
full well what Anthony was talking about.

Anthony raised his eyebrows and looked off to the side before answering,
"youuuu know...about David and Tristan *handling* the situation, and how
they're always together."

Drew threw a glance of pure love at the smaller boy and said, "You mean
like us?"

Anthony beamed up at Drew and then said softly, "Yeah, like us."

Drew reflected on what Anthony said.  "Maybe.  It could be, I guess.  They
do spend a LOT of time together, don't they?"

Anthony nodded vigorously.  "Uh huh, and look at how close they sit at
lunch time and how they always know what the other one is doing.  Have you
ever noticed that?" The words came pouring out of Anthony as the entire
picture of David and Tristan's friendship began to make sense to him.

"Well maybe they are more than just friends.  We'll just keep it to
ourselves and see what happens, right?"  Drew said quietly before they
reached the crowd standing around the DJ.

"Yeah, but I'm gonna be keeping my eye on them really close now," Anthony
slipped in the last word.

Tristan sat by himself at the table waiting for David to come back.  He
knew now that he really embarrassed David that time with his teasing.  And
he also could tell that Drew and Anthony were picking up some vibes.
Tonight more than ever he needed David to be there for him, to help him
with his injured ankle and to make up for the teasing. After a few more
minutes of waiting Tristan saw David coming back with a pair of punch cups
in his hands.  Tristan gave David a tentative smile as he accepted a cup of
punch from David.  "Hey Davie, I'm sorry I teased ya like that.  My mouth
was getting ahead of my brain again," he confessed.  "I hope you're not all
pissed at me now," he finished before meeting David's eyes.

"Nope, I'm not mad at ya Tris, but you gotta be more careful.  What if it
got out and my parents found out?  You know how bad I think they would be
about it, especially my dad."

"Yeah, I know.  I can't understand it though.  Look at my dad and how he
lets us be together."

"Cuz he's not my queer-hating dad, that's why," David said quietly.  "Let's
just forget about that and watch everyone dance for a little while.  I
asked Brad Mills to give us a ride over to the Corner Cafe in about half an
hour or so.  You up for that?" David asked.

"I guess, but I don't have much money with me," Tristan temporized.

"Aw, don't worry about the money," David quickly said.  "I'm buying
tonight.  It's on me," he grinned then and winked.

That more than anything let Tristan know he was forgiven and so he settled
back to watch everyone dance.  Drew and Anthony were out on the dance floor
now. David sat next to him and they traded comments about what they saw.  A
top hit song was being played by the DJ and the floor was crowded with
students dancing.  It was one of those dances where everyone was dancing en
masse and not strictly as couples.  Out in the middle were Drew and Anthony
dancing away and no one could casually tell they were out there together.

Drew danced gracefully, every move flowing in a natural response to the
rhythms, and his arms and legs seemed to know exactly what to do to express
the music.  Anthony tried hard to dance the same as Drew and was mostly
successful at it albeit less controlled and graceful.  A few times Drew
stopped and showed Anthony how to do a particular move by either
demonstrating the move again or once even by holding Anthony in front of
him as they moved together.  By the end of the set of songs, quite a number
of girls and boys were doing the same as Anthony, learning the dance moves
that Drew made look so good out on the dance floor.

"Look at those two dance out there," Tristan remarked to David.  "They're
dancing together just like a couple on a date."

"Nooooo, they are not!" David didn't believe him.

"They are too!" Tristan insisted.  "Those two are only watching each other
and are dancing almost exactly the same.  That Anthony could be Drew's
shadow."

"Naw, you don't think..., well...you know...that they are..." David
couldn't say it out loud but his eyes did.  They looked like two luminous
question marks in the dim light as he struggled to believe what his eyes
had seen watching Drew and Anthony dance out there.

Tristan leaned in close and murmured in David's ear, "You mean to say that
they are gay?  Like us?"

David swallowed and then said, "Yeah, boyfriends like you and me."

Tristan's next comment just about floored David.  "Hey, wouldn't it be cool
to do a double date?"

"Ummm, you'd better wait on that until you are sure about them," David
strongly cautioned.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be careful.  I just gotta watch them really close now so
I'm sure," Tristan said gleefully.

*************

In the meantime, Randy and Craig had made their way from the football field
to Randy's Bronco, then Randy drove over to Craig's house.  Randy drove
silently which made Craig nervous.

"You're being very quiet," Craig observed, "what's on your mind?"

"Well, I'm worried about Tristan I guess.  I feel funny about leaving him
back there with his ankle being sprained and coming over to your house to
fool around."  Hastily Randy answered, "It's not that I don't want to, I
just feel guilty about it right now."

"You're a good parent Randy," Craig said reassuringly.  "It's not like you
are abandoning your son to follow your own desires.  I heard him tell you
twice that he didn't want to come home with you tonight and you were
prepared to sacrifice your own plans to take care of him.  You have nothing
to feel guilty about when it comes to loving your son and wanting to take
care of him.  And, if I might add, it looks as though Tristan has reached
the stage in his life where he wants someone else, David, to be the special
person he turns to for his needs.

Randy snorted.  "Yeah, I sure as hell am not going to take care of the kind
of needs David and he take care of in his bedroom.  They have no idea how
much I hear without wanting to."

"Does that bother you?" Craig slipped into his professional mode of
thinking effortlessly.

"No, not that it really bothers me like you might think.  Ummmm, it's kinda
like watching a porno flick with your eyes closed," Randy said with a low
laugh.  "There is absolutely no doubt that they are in love with each other
and enjoy the physical side of expressing it," Randy concluded with a wry
smile directed over at Craig.

"And what about Tristan fulfilling his needs as compared to your needs
Randy?" Craig asked Randy continued to drive.  "How are you feeling about
your son having that kind of relationship?"

"A little of everything," Randy admitted after a moment of silence spent
thinking.  "I'm glad for him most of the time.  He's really been happy
since he and David have become boyfriends except that time you saw them at
odds with each other.  But at times I'm a little saddened to think that he
won't have kids of his own.  And yeah, I'm a little jealous too since he
has found someone to love the way he loves David."  As Randy finished
talking he pulled his Bronco into the driveway of Craig's home.  "We're
here," Randy stated the obvious but not saying the "now what" that was on
his mind.

"Let's talk out here for another moment if you don't mind," Craig said
while he was still in his professional mode.

"OK, if you want to," Randy agreed, dropping his hands from the steering
wheel and turned off the engine.

The two men sat quietly in the dark before Craig spoke again.  "That was a
pretty honest answer you gave me a minute ago.  Now let me ask you this.
So why haven't you found someone to share your life with after your
divorce?"

"Wow, you like to ask tough questions, don't you?" Randy remarked.

"If I'm being too personal you don't have to answer," Craig replied.

"It's just that I have never had to put it into words before," Randy said
as he looked out into the darkness.  "Ummmm, at first I was too busy
raising Tristan.  He took so much of my time while he was in grade school,
you know?"

"Yes, I understand.  Many single parents have said as much to me before.
So after grade school when Tristan was becoming less dependent on you why
didn't you start looking?"

"A couple of reasons I guess.  First, I was used to being alone by then and
I wasn't sure if Tristan would like having a step parent.  You know you
hear all those horror stories of second marriages and the fights with the
kids who won't accept it."

"Yes, that does happen.  But you don't hear about the blended families who
adjust and become a new family because it doesn't get talked about as much.
So far this has all been about Tristan.  But what about you?  Why haven't
you wanted a partner?"

"That's the other reason I was gonna mention," Randy turned to look at
Craig.  "I was scared.  Scared about getting into another relationship that
wouldn't work like the first one didn't.  Scared of being hurt.  Scared of
being able to know who the right person would be.  And most of all, I
wasn't sure about which way I wanted to go.  I wasn't so sure I wanted to
date a woman again and I've been too scared to try to find a man."

"Are you still scared?" Craig asked softly.

"Yeah, kinda.  But all too soon Tristan will be leaving home and I'll be
all alone.  So I figure it's time to do something, especially when I see
how good things can be when two people really love each other."

"Yes, I can see your reasoning.  So are you ready to come inside for a
drink or would you prefer not to?" Craig felt it was time to test Randy's
intentions regarding going further with their new found friendship.

"Sure, if you're still offering," Randy readily.

"Then let's go in and we can continue things inside," Craig said and opened
his door and lead the way through the darkened yard while fumbling with his
keys.  After a bit more fumbling Craig had his back door unlocked and
flipped on some lights as he entered his home with Randy following.  "There
we go, now we can see something," Craig said.  It had made him a little
unsettled to be talking with Randy and not being able to see the visual
cues of Randy's reactions.  "So, what would you like to have? A beer? wine?
a mixed drink?"

"Whatever you're having," Randy quickly answered.

"Well, I have this bottle of Brass Monkey that's cold and has been waiting
for the right someone to partake of it with me.  Care to try it?"

"I've never heard of that before.  What's in it?" Randy asked.

"It's a whiskey with a citrus mix.  It has a nice tang to it so I like it,
especially with something a little salty, like pretzels or nuts."

Randy couldn't help it.  He grinned over at Craig who was getting tall
glasses out of the cupboard.

"What?" Craig asked as he turned and saw Randy smiling, genuinely puzzled
about why Randy was smiling like that.

"Oh nothing."

"It must have been something, what was it?" Craig persisted.

"I was wondering just what kind of nuts you were talking about," Randy said
with a half smile.

"What kind of nuts?" Craig asked blankly.

Randy raised his eyebrows and cupped his crotch as he said, "Yeah, nuts.
This kind maybe?"

"Oh yes!  I like them very much so!" Craig grinned as he gave Randy his
glass of Brass Monkey, "especially when they hang on such an attractive
branch."

Randy blushed a little as he laughed with Craig.  Craig held up his glass
and the two men clinked their glasses together before sipping their
drinks. "Mmmm, this is pretty tasty.  I'm glad I let you choose it for me,"
Randy said as he looked over at Craig while they stood in the kitchen.
"Ummmm, can I ask you a question now?"

"Sure, I guess it would only be fair since I've been the one asking
questions so far," Craig granted.  "What would you like to know?"

"You've been married before like me, right?" Randy asked.

"Yes, I was married for about 6 years which was long enough for me to
father my two daughters before my ex-wife saw that I wasn't up to being the
kind of husband she deserved."

"What do you mean by that, being the kind of husband she deserved?" Randy
interjected.

Craig looked down at the floor momentarily and then met Randy's gaze.  "Our
sex life really dwindled.  After the girls were born and the newness of our
marriage wore off, I wasn't sexually attracted to my wife.  I'm gay and I
was kidding myself when I married her.  She married my best friend after we
divorced and they are still married to this day.  She's happy and I'm happy
for her."

"Wow," was all Randy could manage.

"Should we go sit down or something?" Craig suggested.

"Ummmm, yeah, I guess."

Craig gestured for Randy to proceed him into the front room where Randy sat
down on one end of the couch and sat there holding his drink rather
nervously.  Craig strategically sat on the other end of the couch with one
knee up on the cushion so he could face Randy.  The only light in the room
came as reflected light from the kitchen and it was just enough to create a
casual, intimate mood.  Craig sipped his drink before asking, "Was there
anything else you want to ask me?"

"Well, yeah, but I don't know how to put it very well."

"Then just say it and we'll go from there," Craig said smoothly.

Randy's face was flushed as he glanced up at Craig before asking, "Ummmm,
how many guys have you had sex with before?"

Craig looked thoughtful as he stared past Randy's shoulder before meeting
Randy's eyes to answer, "When I was a teen I had sex with several of my
friends, but as an adult I've not done it with a guy until you came along
just over a week ago.  And it's a very smart question to be asking if you
really think about it."

"Why do you say that?" Randy said as he stared into the drink he held.

Craig held up his left hand and ticked up his points on his fingers with
his right hand.  "For starters you need to assess the health risk you are
taking by having sex with me.  Second, you need to assess how experienced I
might be in relationship to you.  Third, you are maybe wondering if I have
made a practice of sleeping around with various men and what my intentions
are concerning you.  And finally," Craig pulled on his little finger, "you
might be wondering if this is the kind of relationship you want, based upon
what you said a bit earlier."

"You pretty much got it all right," Randy grinned sheepishly.  "You climb
in people's heads like this all the time?" he asked as he looked over at
Craig.

"You got me there," Craig admitted.  "It's what I'm trained to do.  If it
bothers you I'll try not to do it."

"No, it doesn't 'bother' me.  It's just different having someone around who
has things figured out the way you do all the time is all."

"Just let me know when I'm being too analytical for you Randy, OK?" Craig
asked.

"Yeah, I will.  You know what else I was wondering though?" Randy half
blurted.

"What is that?" Craig replied.

"Well, again I don't know if I'm saying this very good, but here goes.  I
was wondering what you wanted to do tonight since this time didn't need to
be a quickie like the last one." Randy's blush was quite evident this time.

Craig laughed a little and then answered, "I was wondering the same thing.
But I do know that you are very handsome, even when you're not blushing.
But to answer your question, it depends on what you are comfortable
with...the same as me."

"Well," Randy hesitated.  "I'm not so sure if I can be the one on the
bottom, if you know what I mean.  I'm just not ready to do that," he said
still blushing.

"That's fine.  Let's just take things little by little shall we?" Craig
breathed softly while edging his way closer to Randy.  His hand slid
lightly along the cushion that separated them until it met the other man's
hand.

Randy covered Craig's hand with his larger, rougher one, gently rubbing it
before he slid closer to the body awaiting him.  Craig reached over and
placed his hand on Randy's thigh, gently caressing it. The next thing they
knew their lips were pressed to each other's. It was Randy's first time of
kissing another man.  It felt good, but different.  The rough stubble on
their faces rasped slightly together as they tasted the alcohol on each
other's lips, Craig gently nibbling on Randy's lower lip.  They broke apart
long enough to look at each other and saw no doubts or regrets.  This time
when their lips met, they kissed harder, more passionately thoroughly
expressing their pent up desires.

Craig's hand had found it's way to the hardness trapped in Randy's crotch
and rubbed it as they kissed that second time.

"Oh God that feels good," Randy moaned.

"It'd be better if your jeans were open," Craig murmured suggestively.

"Yeah, so what's stopping you?" Randy questioned.

"Only a snap and a zipper," Craig breathed.  "But not for long."  Craig's
right hand quickly popped the snap and had the zipper down in three short
tugs.  Gently he pulled Randy's jeans open.  His fingers slid into the fly
of Randy's boxers, located the hot rigidity there and maneuvered it into
the open air. He lightly stroked it with his finger tips, making Randy moan
appreciatively again.  Next Craig's hand traveled upwards, unfastening the
buttons of Randy's shirt, pulling it open to expose the masculine hair that
dove down to a more than ample manhood.  His fingers trailed back downwards
and then encircled Randy's member.

Randy couldn't remember the last time he was so erotically charged up.  The
feel of Craig's fingers wandering up and down his chest and then stroking
his cock had him nearly trembling with desire.  What's more, Randy was a
little surprised at how good it felt at an emotional level.  Having sex
with a man felt every bit as good as sex with a woman.  But, Randy had to
admit, there was an sense of completeness he had always missed
before. "God, that's good," Randy sighed in total abandonment to the
feelings surging through his body.  But then he realized that Craig might
be feeling ignored so he reached out to begin unfastening the buttons of
Craig's shirt.

"No, wait with that."  Craig's other hand pushed Randy's away.  "Just let
me do this for you.  It's what I want" he said in a raspy voice.

With that said, Craig moved off the couch and began pulling off Randy's
shoes and socks.  Right after Craig began tugging at the legs of Randy's
jeans saying, "Lift up," as he did so.  Off came the jeans, leaving Randy's
boxers on with his hard cock still jutting out.  Craig reached up, hooking
his fingers under the waistband of the boxers and slid them over and away
from Randy's rampant maleness. Finally, Craig saw Randy in all of his male
glory, and reveled in what he saw.  Stretched out on the couch in front of
him was a virile American male, with a flag pole flying proudly from a dark
brown forest of hair.  Craig's hands shook a little as he unbuttoned
Randy's shirt to expose a trim stomach and a broad chest, both amply
adorned with the hair of a male in his prime.  Craig sucked in a breath of
admiration and awe as his hands slid up to lightly stroke the naked thighs
of the man in front of him.

Randy's man flesh thickened and grew longer in appreciation of the
proximity of the touches he had been waiting all evening to receive.  His
cock filled rapidly and hung heavily over his loosely hanging egg-sized
balls.  "Don't you think you should lose some of your clothes?"  Randy
suggested in a thick voice.

"Well, I guess I could tear myself away from the delicious sight of your
nudity long enough," Craig said as he lifted his eyes to meet Randy's gaze.

"Need help?" Randy rumbled while lying there in a seemingly relaxed pose,
but yet there was a smoldering tension that showed in his brown eyes.

"No, not at all," Craig said as he quickly unbuckled his belt and slipped
his pants down to his knees.  His cotton print boxers betrayed Craig's
arousal as they were obviously tented by Craig's rigid cock.

"Something looks to be pretty happy to see me in there," Randy teased with
a low sexy voice.

"Yes, very glad.  But you just lie back and let me make you feel good,"
Craig said as he slid his hands up Randy's thighs, past the fold of his
hips, and up Randy's torso to lightly play with his chest hair.  "Close
your eyes and just enjoy it," Craig suggested.

"You sure you want to do it like this?" Randy asked with some surprise.

"Very sure.  Now close your eyes," Craig instructed.

"OK," Randy acquiesced.  Moments later a "mmmmmmmmm" escaped as Craig
lifted Randy's gorgeous manhood and rubbed the crown of it over his lips
after moistening it with a quick, wet kiss.  "Oh my God, you know how to a
make a guy feel good," Randy purred as he shifted his body into a more
relaxed position as he opened his legs wide to allow Craig greater access.

His left fingertips lightly lifted Randy's ball sack and played with the
king-sized orbs inside as Craig began to orally pay homage to Randy's male
scepter.  His tongue bathed Randy's rigidity, causing Randy to sigh with
increasing pleasure.  After thoroughly anointing it with his salvia, Craig
moved down to lightly suck on Randy's crown jewels while he inhaled the
musky aroma of another man's natural odor.  Nothing could arouse Craig more
than to be doing what he doing at that moment, holding the massive male
member he lusted after in one hand while he had his nose buried in the
nether regions of a male in his prime.  Craig's tool was harder at that
point than it had been for years.  He felt the sexual excitement of a
teenager and his body responded accordingly with an aching desire he had
all but forgotten from his younger years.

The precum had started running down Randy's slit and Craig greedily licked
it up, causing Randy to moan afresh as Craig's tongue gently tantalized the
underside of Randy's crown which in turn caused more of the clear juices to
flow.  Randy's fires were fully lit by this and he wanted more.  "Suck it,"
Randy whispered forcefully.

Craig was only too glad to comply.  He slid his lips over the crowned end
and polished it as Randy's hands settled lightly on Craig's head to
encourage him to take more in.  In one smooth plunge Craig slid down upon
as much as he could handle of Randy's fat 8 inch dick.  Then he started
slowly bobbing up and down on it while his left fingers still played with
Randy's jewels.  As Randy become more involved in the oral stimulation and
began moving his hips in those eons old instinctive fucking motions, Craig
became braver and began lightly brushing his fingertips along the root of
Randy's cock that extended way down in that most private region.  Evidently
it felt good to Randy judging from how Randy was timing his thrusts in
response to Craig's motions with mouth and fingers.  Randy was becoming
more forceful in his motions and his hands tightened their grip on Craig's
head.

Greatly daring, Craig's fingers reached further back and found Randy's
tight pucker and touched it lightly.

Randy froze, then relaxed.  "Don't go in there," is all he said.

"Mmmmm hmmmm," Craig hummed in response which sent a shiver through Randy's
whole body and immediately Randy resumed his thrusting motions.  Craig then
just limited himself to an occasional light brushing of Randy's pucker as
he stimulated that entire lower region with his talented fingers.

Soon Randy began moaning and bucking, signaling that his orgasm was
nearing.

Craig felt Randy's balls pull up tight in their sack.  Reaching down with
his hand, Craig finally grabbed his dick and began to jack it as he began
more forcefully sucking Randy to his peak of excitement.

Randy moaned, thrust up and then in shuddering bursts, fired massive pulses
of man cream into Craig's mouth and throat.

Even while swallowing as much as he could Craig still could not handle the
flood of cum Randy produced.  Frothy waves of it escaped to run down
Randy's love muscle as Craig coaxed as much out as he could with his
fingers and suctioning mouth while he shot his own load in his boxers.

"Oh God, when you hummed your reply like that it was all over for me,"
Randy said huskily.  "Now it's my turn to do you."

"Oh, there's no need to do that," Craig demurred.  "I came when you did.
Just let me lick up the rest of your stuff and all will be good."

"You're sure you want to do that?" Randy asked with a note of surprise.

"Yes, I love it.  It's nectar to my soul and yours is all I've had since I
was a teen." And with that comment made, Craig licked up every drop of
semen he could find, obviously savoring it all.

Randy let him do it, but squirmed a little as his now sensitive cock
protested slightly.

Finally Craig sat back on his legs and smiled over at Randy.  "Now that was
something I really enjoyed Randy.  I hope you did too."

"Oh yeah, I sure did.  Are you sure you are OK?" Randy asked.

"I'm great.  Simply great.  The only thing that would be better is that you
stayed here the rest of the night dressed as you are right now."

"I'd like that too but I need to go home and be around for Tristan.  I'd
kinda like to be there when he comes home or calls.  So would you mind
terribly if I didn't stay a lot longer?"

"Of course not," Craig lied.  He felt somewhat used by Randy on an
emotional level as his intellect fought back by reasoning that it was a
normal reaction given the circumstances.  "I hope we can get together again
soon though and that we would have more time," Craig said smoothly albeit
with only a half smile.

Randy noticed.  "Hey, I'm real sorry to do this to you, Craig.  I promise
I'll make it up to you real soon," he added as hasty afterthought.

"Maybe we can hot tub the next time?" Craig suggested.  This is perfect
weather for long soaks in the hot tub," he hinted.

"Hey yeah!  That sounds great!" Randy replied enthusiastically.

"Very good.  I'll let you go this time if you promise to come back and hot
tub with me and stay naked longer next time," Craig said with another half
smile.

"Only if you get naked too," Randy said as he glanced pointedly down at
Craig still wearing his underwear, now showing a massive wet spot in the
front. "And let me try out your equipment."

"Then we are in agreement."

"Yeah, I need to get dressed and go.  Maybe next weekend we can get
together?" Randy asked.

"I think that would be fine.  Why don't I call you towards the end of the
week and verify with you that you can still come?"

"You bet!" Randy said as he pushed himself up from the couch and stood.

Craig didn't even pretend to avoid looking.  He filled his eyes with the
sight of the man that represented male perfection to him.  Randy was all
male and gay as well.  Maybe not completely out to himself yet, but Craig
was confident that Randy would in time find his confidence in his long
repressed sexuality.  He drank in the way Randy's genitals swung as Randy
moved, and watched Randy tuck that impressive piece of man meat away in his
jeans once more.  Only then did Craig rise from the floor where he was
sitting and pull his slacks on.  Craig accompanied Randy to the door and
they stood there for a moment to say goodbye.

Randy held out his hand, and Craig just opened his arms for a hug.
Momentarily startled, Randy went with it and hugged Craig to him.  Craig
kissed Randy's neck.  "Good night my prince," he whispered.

"Good night," Randy nearly squeaked.  Then he fled.


************************

Back at the dance the music took a pause so Drew and Anthony came over to
where David and Tristan were sitting.  "Whoa, you two have been doing some
serious dancing," Tristan remarked to them as the other two boys
approached.

"Did ya see me shaking and baking out there?" Anthony giggled.

Drew's shirt was hanging open and he lifted up his T-shirt to wipe the
sweat from his forehead.

Tristan's eyes automatically looked down to admire Drew's six pack for the
hundredth time.

David saw him looking and grimaced before speaking to Drew, "Yeah, I saw
you guys doing your moves out there. You looked good, real good."

"Thanks David, you should have done some dancing yourself," Drew suggested.

"Naw, I had to keep Tristan company, and besides I don't dance that well.
For sure not like you and Anthony were out there," David said self
deprecatingly.

Drew shrugged and then turned to Anthony. "It's 11:30, I spose its time to
head out so you get home by midnight, right?"

"Yup, my folks will have a fit if I'm not home by then. I got the lecture
about being just a Freshman and that midnight is plenty late to be getting
home."

"OK, see you guys around then," David replied.

"Yeah, see ya," Tristan chimed in.

"Bye," Anthony said and looked up at Drew. "Ready?"

"Yup Little Man, I sure am. Let's head for your house."

Anthony just grinned as Drew put his arm around his shoulders and they
headed for the door.

"Look at those two," Tristan murmured into David's ear. "They have to be
more than just friends. I'd put money on it."

"No bet," David replied quietly. "But did you have to stare at Drew's
stomach?"

"I didn't stare," Tristan refuted.

"You did too," David said. "I saw it."

"OK so I looked," Tristan said defensively. "You gonna be mad at me for
that?"

"No, not really. I know you like to look.  But you'd better not get caught
looking, got it?"

"Got it. I won't touch, you know that."

"Promise?"

"Course. I promise." Tristan gave David a smile of apology, hoping to break
the sudden tension between them.  Suddenly the break was over and the music
began blaring out once more, making conversation impossible.  David nodded
and smiled back, letting Tristan know that he wasn't really upset about it.

By this time Anthony and Drew had walked out the open doors of the school
into the cool air of the autumn evening. Anthony looked over at Drew as he
laughed saying, "Yeah, I thought that Suzy's boobs were gonna come bouncing
right out of that top of hers!"

Drew laughed too saying, "Yeah, she got them to bouncing up and down so bad
I almost got dizzy! She's a real ho, that one."

Anthony wrinkled up his small nose, "Ewwww that woulda been so gross if
they did!"

The sweat on their bodies from their dancing in the hot gymnasium dried
quickly in the cool air.  As they made off into the darkness on their way
to Anthony's house, Anthony gradually moved closer to Drew.  He loved
having Drew's arm around his shoulders and wanted Drew to do it now.

Doing what had become a natural thing for him by now, Drew slid his arm
across Anthony's smaller frame and held the boy close to his side.  They
walked side by side, enjoying the feeling of closeness they had come to
share between them.

Anthony never felt so safe and secure as he did with Drew holding him
close. The darkness held no fear for him that night as the warmth coming
from Drew sheltered him and his nose inhaled Drew's unique odor.  Anthony
couldn't help it, he grew hard down below right then and there.  For some
reason smelling Drew like that went straight to his cock, making it stick
out uncomfortably.  He reached into his left pocket and adjusted himself so
he could walk.

Drew noticed what had happened and grinned at over Anthony.  "What's the
matter there Anth? Got something in those pants of yours?"

Anthony felt his face heat as he looked away and didn't answer.

Drew's left arm came over to tickle Anth's stomach.  "Hmmm, tell me!" Drew
demanded, "or I'll tickle it outa ya!"

Anthony hastily brushed Drew's large hands away from his tortured belly
before answering, "Maybe."

"Yeah, maybe nothing!  You wanna find a nice private spot for a little bit,
Anth?" Drew asked.

"I dunno. Do you?" Anthony asked coyly.

"Uh huh," Drew's voice rumbled in reply. Drew started looking around and
upon reaching a darker area, Drew took hold of Anthony's hand and pulled
him onto a path going into a clump of bushes. Now that they were out of
sight, Drew pulled Anthony to him so that they were pressed tightly
together, belly to belly.  Drew dropped his hands down Anthony's back to
hold his butt and lifted him slightly off the ground.  Anthony's hardness
was met by the firm mass of Drew's.

Anthony wrapped his arms around Drew's middle and lifted his head to look
up at Drew. He could see the gleaming whiteness of Drew's smile and his
eyes.  Slowly their lips came together in a tender kiss. It was as if
electricity traveled from his lips straight to the aching hardness in his
pants. An involuntary "mmmmm" escaped from Anthony and he pressed himself
harder against Drew.

Drew moaned in response as the kiss continued, their tongues dancing a
dance Drew had wanted all night.  He kissed the boy he that he had come to
love and he could feel the wetness begin to seep in his boxers. Holding
Anthony with his right arm, Drew slipped the fingers of his left hand down
the back of Anthony's slightly baggy jeans, to stroke the warm skin of his
butt.

Anthony stopped kissing and sighed with the beginnings of a deeply felt
pleasure. "Let me down," he asked. Anthony unsnapped his jeans and swiftly
yanked down his zipper.  "Touch me" he begged breathlessly.

Drew was more than happy to comply. His left hand slipped down the rear of
Anth's jeans to caress the warm globes of boy butt while his right hand
slipped down the front. Anthony's dick was rock hard and sticking straight
up by this time and Drew's fingers traced its outline repeatedly. Anthony
trembled with the rush of pleasure he felt and another small moan escaped.

Drew moved his head down and with his eyes invited another kiss.  They
kissed again, a kiss full of sensuality while Drew stroked Anthony's
rigidity.  Slowly Drew knelt by the boy. Still holding Anthony's front and
rear, Drew tilted his head up and smiled his love at him.  Slowly,
carefully, Drew hooked his fingers in the waistband of Anthony's briefs and
pulled them out and down, exposing the hotly aching male flesh hidden
underneath.

"Oooh," Anthony gasped as the cool air hit his dick making it jump and
pulse with the sensation.

Drew saw it happen and even in the dimness he saw the drop of clear fluid
form at the very tip.  "I love all of you and I love the sounds you make
when we do this.  You are such a sexy little guy," Drew said softly. Then
he licked lightly with his tongue at the drop, brushing the crown of his
cock, making Anthony moan louder.

Drew opened his mouth and let his tongue slide around Anthony's glans.
Anthony shivered and instinctively pushed it deeper.  Drew pursed his lips
and accepted Anthony's need.  Drew quickly found a rhythm to his oral
ministrations while Anthony flexed his hips in order to slide his cock in
and out, moaning continuously by this time.  Very soon Anthony's hips were
bucking spasmodically.  His hands cupped Drew's head as he neared his
completion and tensed up.

Drew knew full well what was about to happen and he intensified his
efforts.

Anthony pushed his cock all the way in so that his pubes were buried
against Drew's nose and froze there. Immediately he let loose with jets of
cum that went straight down Drew's throat.

Before Drew choked on it he backed off and the final spurts landed on his
tongue.  "Mmmmmm, that's some mighty tasty stuff you've got there," Drew
said, smacking his lips.

Anthony was a little embarrassed but secretly ecstatic that Drew would do
and say that for him.  "It's my turn to do you now," Anthony whispered.

"You sure?" Drew's deep voice rumbled back.

"Of course I'm sure!" Anthony was hurt.  "Why wouldn't I be?  God, I love
you and you ask me if I'm sure."

Drew could tell Anthony was hurt.  He pulled Anthony to him and hugged the
still exposed boy to him tightly while saying, "No, no Anthony.  I didn't
mean it like you think.  I know love me and I love you.  It's just, you
know, I'm so big I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Anthony pulled on Drew to make him stand up.  "If you were hurting me I'd
tell you and then you would stop, right?" Anthony stated.

"Of course."

"Then why are so worried about it?"

"I dunno, I just was."

"So hush and let me do this then," Anthony commanded while his fingers
reached to open Drew's pants.

More by touch than by sight Anthony unfastened Drew's pants and opened the
fly, then reaching into Drew's boxer briefs to find his prize.  He pulled
the heavy tube of man flesh out into the air where he could get at
it. Anthony lightly ran his fingers over and around the darker hued shaft,
making Drew suck in a slight gasp. Then Anthony surprised him by reaching
down further and gently pulling his sack up and out of its confinement.
Cupping Drew's balls with his left hand, Anthony held his cock with the
other, then used his index finger to touch the wetness that had seeped from
the end, smearing it over the lighter colored head.

Drew's breath came faster as he felt the sexual tension within him begin to
build.

But Anthony wasn't done surprising Drew. In one sudden swoop Anthony knelt
down and took in the end of Drew's cock, softly sucking it and tonguing the
underside.  "OH myyyyy God," Drew moaned.  Between the warmth mouth on his
cock head and Anthony's fingers playing with his balls, Drew's cock pulsed
repeatedly, pumping out a stream of precum.

Anthony could feel the sticky fluid collecting so he used his tongue to
bathe the end of Drew's cock. Shocks of pleasure raced up Drew's spine to
explode in his brain like bursts of fireworks.  Anthony then used the tip
of his tongue to probe into the slit, licking away all the juice he could
find, loving the fact he was drinking up the life giving juices of the
young man he adored.

Drew's hands slid down to cup Anthony's face and began to guide Anthony
into a bobbing motion.  He could maybe get half of his cock in before
hitting the back of Anthony's throat and making him gag a little. They soon
figured out what the maximum stroke was and settled into a nice slow
rhythm.

Anthony placed his free hand around the root of Drew's mighty member and
jacked him in time with his sucking.  Curiously Anthony felt Drew's balls
pull up tightly to his thick shaft. The sack which had been loose was now
pulled tight, holding those egg-sized orbs into imminent orgasm.

Drew's soft moans of pleasure became erratic, matching the thrusts of his
hips as he tensed in preparation for squirting his load. Anthony dove down
as far as he could handle and lightly stroked Drew's sack. Drew's back
arched and he trembled as he blasted massive jets of cum into his lover's
throat.

The amount of cum Drew was producing quickly filled Anthony's mouth and
Anthony had to pull back to avoid being choked.  Drew's last squirts were
deposited over Anthony's lips as the younger boy inhaled through his nose.
As Drew came down from his orgasmic high he pulled Anthony up they could
trade a kiss. It was then that he found his own slippery juices coating
Anthony's lips.  "Oh man, I really did a number on you, didn't I," Drew
mumbled apologetically.

"Uh huh, but I don't mind as long as you lick it all up," Anthony giggled.

"You little cutie," Drew laughed. And Drew tenderly kissed and licked away
all the traces of his cum that he could find before they joined in a long
passionate kiss to finalize their love making.  "It's getting real late,"
Drew worried. "If you don't get home your momma will be having a fit."

"I wonder what time it is?" Anthony checked his luminous watch.  "Holy
crap! It's five minutes to 12! I gotta go!" Anthony yelped.  He yanked up
his pants and hurriedly fastened them. "Get your pants on Drew, I gotta
go!" Anthony was on the verge of panic.

Drew pulled up his pants and barely was able to fasten them before Anthony
grabbed his hand and was pulling him out of the bushes at a run.  They ran
the rest of the way to Anthony's house, cutting across yards and taking
every shortcut they could find.  They made it to Anthony's front step
breathless and panting outside his door.  "I guess we made it," Anthony
gasped.  "I'll call you tomorrow, OK?" he asked.  They kissed one more
quick kiss before Anthony ducked into the house with a final wave.  "Bye,"
he said and then slipped through the door.

Drew said "Bye Anth," to the door and then turned to walk away, already
missing his Little Man.

************************

After Drew and Anth left it was hard to talk with the loud music that was
being played. Tristan sat there and tried to talk with David, but it just
took too much effort to carry on much of a conversation.  David stuck with
Tristan most of the time, only leaving once to go talk with his sister and
Brad Mills.

"What did you need to talk to them about?" Tristan shouted to him over the
music when he came back.

David leaned towards Tristan's ear to reply just as loudly, "I asked them
to give us a ride when they leave."

Tristan mouthed more than spoke the word, "OK" and nodded.  When the music
stopped he was quick to lean over and ask, "Where are we going?"

"Hungry?" David asked, winking.

Tristan smirked before nodding and saying, "Yeah, I'm starved." Then he
leaned over and very quietly said in David's ear, "Not just for food, but
for some loving too."  Just then the music blared out again and David just
smiled back with a special look in his eye.

They were both glad when Brad appeared leading Ashley by the hand.  Brad
nodded his head towards the door and David was up pulling Tristan's arm
around his neck immediately.  As they walked to the door Brad took one look
at their slow pace and said, "I'll get my truck, you guys wait out front."
They hobbled out the door and stood by the curb while Brad brought his
Ranger over.  While they were waiting outside David said to Tristan, "Did
you notice that wet spot on his pants?"

Tristan giggled. "No! He didn't do that again did he?"

"Nah, it was just a little one. Those two sure have the hots for each other
though."

"Uh huh. Must run in the family," Tristan teased and a received a punch in
the arm as a reply.

By that time Brad pulled up and leaned over Ashley to speak out the window,
"You guys mind riding in the back?"

"Nope", David said.

"Yeah, that would be easier," Tristan agreed. "Open the tailgate so I can
just slide into the back," he told David.

They did just that and sat with their backs to the cab of the truck while
Brad drove off.  The breeze from the moving air was chilly against the skin
and so the boys sat with their arms touching.

"I don't have much money along," Tristan said. "I'll just order fries."

"Don't worry Tris, I already told you that I'm buying so have whatever you
want." David said as he smiled at his boyfriend.

Tristan looked over at David and raised his eyebrows. "You sure?"

"Yeah" he said, a slight smile spreading across his face to light his eyes

"You don't need to," Tristan said. "I'm not hurt that bad so you don't have
to go spoil me."

"I'm not doing it because you were hurt so just let me do it."

Tristan smiled back then and found David's hand, giving it a squeeze. "OK
then, I'll let ya".

It was at that time Brad took a corner a bit fast and Tristan was thrown
against David.  David wrapped his arm around Tristan and braced the two of
them with his other arm.  They looked around only to see Ashley and Brad
looking back and laughing.  David gave them the one finger salute as
Tristan awkwardly climbed out of David's lap.  Then they were pulling up
the Corner Cafe and rolling smoothly to a stop.

Still laughing, Brad and Ashley got out.  "How did you guys like the ride?"
Brad teased.

"It was just fine," David said, emphasizing on the 'fine'.

"Sure, just like going to the amusement park," Tristan said dryly.

The two boys slid out of the back of the truck and then adjusted their
pants as they stood up.  "Thanks for the ride, Brad," David said. "We owe
ya."

"You sure do," Brad said. "Some day I'll collect too" and he laughed as he
and Ashley jumped back in the driver's side before zooming off.

"Well, let's go in then," Tristan said as their tail lights disappeared
down the street. You gonna give me a hand?"

"Course." David replied immediately and stepped over to help Tristan. He
maneuvered the door open as they made their way into the delicious warmth
of the cafe.  David took Tristan over to a booth and waited until Tristan
slid in before taking his place on the other side.  They hooked their feet
around each other's rather casually and looked around innocently while they
waited for the waitress.

Finally she came over with 2 glasses of water. "You guys ready to order?"
the older woman asked.

"I am, are you?" David answered as he glanced over at Tristan.

"Go ahead then," Tristan said.

David ordered a hamburger, fries and a Coke.

"I'll have the same as him, but no pickles," Tristan said when the waitress
looked at him for his order.

The waitress scribbled down their order and left abruptly as she hollered
to the kitchen, "Two hamburgers and fries".

"I wonder what Jason and Chris are thinking right now," David smiled his
wicked smile.

Tristan laughed a low laugh, "Probably wishing they hadn't made that bet."

David laughed back. "Yeah, those two get to be shaved when we do the
campout."

Tristan got a serious look on his face and looked across the table at
David. He asked, "You think we really should make them go through with it?"

"Why not?" David answered back. "Don't you think Jason would have made us
pay up?"

Tristan only had to think about it for 2 seconds before he nodded his
head. "Yeah, I know he would have never let us alone until we did."

"You got that right," David agreed wryly.

"So you wanna do it to them or should we just make them do themselves?"
Tristan asked as he watched David's face.

"Hey, they deserve getting shaved. I'm OK with doing it as long as you are
there with me," David replied looking straight into Tristan's eyes. "I
don't want to fool around with them though, if that's what you are
wondering".

"Yeah, I kinda was," Tristan admitted.

"Does that mean you wanted to?" David's head came closer and his voice
dropped as he asked.

"Ummm, no. I just wanted to know what you thought is all," Tristan said as
a slight flush lit his face.

At that moment the waitress appeared and plopped down two platters with
their food. "There ya are," she said. "Need anything else?"

"Ketchup," David replied.

The waitress snagged a half empty bottle from a nearby table, plunked it
down in front of David and left.

"God, what's up with her?" Tristan asked.

"Dunno," David said. "Who cares. Let's eat, I'm starved."  David took the
ketchup bottle and dumped out a pile of ketchup over his fries. "Mmmm,
tasty," he said as he smacked his lips.

Tristan poured his ketchup in a pile to one side, then took a long french
fry, dipped the end in and then seductively sucked off the ketchup.

David's eyes nearly bugged out and he started choking.

"You OK?" Tristan asked worriedly.

"Yeah, just don't do that!" David managed to say in between coughs.

The hungry boys quit talking then and ate their food in a comfortable
silence, making short comments to each other.  The food disappeared quickly
as they chowed down. They finished about the same time and David asked, "So
now what? How do we get you home?"

"I think I could walk if we went slow," Tristan said. "My ankle isn't that
sore now."

"You sure?" David asked.

"Yeah, I think so. If you help me?"

"Course I will. Should we head out then?" David said and he stood up and
adjusted his pants.

Tristan always appreciated the view of David's fine ass and package.  He
never grew tired of it.  "Yup. Just help me stand up," Tristan held out his
hand to be pulled up.

With a quick pull David had Tristan on his feet and they made their way
over to the cash register.  The old waitress came over to take their money,
pulling her order book out of her apron as she approached. She rang up
their food and gruffly said the price. David dropped some bills on the
counter, barely enough to pay for the food saying, "Keep the change. Let's
go Tristan".

Once outside Tristan said, "That wasn't much of a tip you know."

"She didn't deserve one." David groused then added, "The old bitch".

"Maybe she just was having a bad night," Tristan said sympathetically. "She
looked like she was really tired".

"I don't know.  I wonder if she knew we were like boyfriends," David
worried and then asked with concern, "You able to walk?"

"I don't know if she knew or not," Tristan said. "I don't care what she
thinks as long as I have you."

"Yeah Tris, but you know my dad. If someone told him they had seen me and
told him about me, there would be hell to pay."

"No one has seen anything to tell so don't worry."

"Besides, you can always come live with me if your dad ever did find out
and was bad to you."

"Yeah, I was hoping I could count on it but I'm not ready to lose my
family, you know?"

"Yeah, I hear ya," Tristan agreed. "Well, I'm gonna try to walk," and he
stepped on his bad ankle.  He tottered a little but didn't go down. Another
step. Then another. "I think I might be able to do this," he said.  "As
long as we go slow I think we can walk home. I don't want to call dad."
Tristan carefully turned to David and asked, "Do you think they are just
friends?  Him and Craig?"

"Man, I have no clue," David said. "I guess it could be possible, but you
know your dad better than me.  You really think your dad might be?"

"I'm not sure, but I had to get this way somehow, didn't I?  I just didn't
wake up one day and decide, you know."

"I guess not.  But you knew you were before I knew I could be.  I just woke
up one day and this dude named Tristan was sleeping in my bed," he joked
and then he lightly punched Tristan in the arm.

"Yeah, but you know you love it," Tristan said with a crooked smile.

David nodded, "Yeah, that's true.  You ready to hobble home there dude?"

"Guess so.  Can I kinda do what we were doing before, you know, to take
some weight off my ankle?" Tristan asked.

"Oh why not?" David conceded.  "As long as you are limping people won't get
any funny ideas."

"OH, first you call me gay and now I'm 'funny' besides?" Tristan said with
mock indignation.

"Oh shush," David said.  "Don't even talk like that.  Now let's go."  The
two of them started slowly down the sidewalk, Tristan limping along with
one arm around David's shoulders.  They moved from down the deserted
streets, moving from the bright lights of downtown into the scattered pools
of light in the residential section.  Once they hit the relative darkness
David put his arm around Tristan's waist as they hobbled to Tristan's house
together.

They took the shortcut through the park.  Although the part was closed to
vehicles after dark, it was wide open for the two guys on foot to take the
familiar path cutting diagonally through the trees.  Trees cast long
shadows in the park as the nighthawks circled and screeched their peculiar
cries above them.  Neither boy was afraid.  They had each other and in
their small town the park was still a safe, peaceful place, even in the
darkness.

"Hey Tris!  Is that Brad's truck I see over there?" David said as he
pointed with his free hand.

"Where? I don't see it.

Tristan peered from under his hand, trying to block the glare from the
streetlamp above.

"Over there, in that little hollow. See his truck parked off the road?"

"Oh yeah, I can see it now."

"Let's check it out, shall we?" David said with a wicked grin.

"Ummm, I can't Tristan said. "I could really use a rest. Why don't I sit
down on that bench over there and you can check it out if you want."

"You sure you don't mind?" David asked before adding, "I want to see what
my sister and him are up to. She always acts like she's so perfect you
know?"

"You're going to spy on your sister?" Tristan asked after his mouth dropped
open.

"Sure, why not? I'll be quiet. They'll never know I was ever there."

"Don't get caught, that's all I can say. I'll wait over there for ya."

David helped Tristan over to the bench and got him sat down before slipping
away into the darkness of the trees.

David was right. Tristan couldn't hear a thing as the darkness swallowed up
his boyfriend.  Tristan decided that it was a good time to look at his
ankle. Gingerly he pulled his sock down.  Well he tried anyway. It wasn't
going down very well because his angle has swollen to nearly twice it's
normal size. And it was very red and tender to the touch.

David used all of the skills he learned while hunting with his grandpa at
the farm to approach Brad's little pickup. Very quietly he advanced, using
tree trunks and the scattered bushes to shield him from view should they
happen to be looking up. But from the dim light that shone in through the
windshield David could tell they weren't in it.  "Where'd they go?" he
wondered to himself.  As he stood there, not moving, he heard some noise.
After listening he knew what it was he was hearing. It was the same kind of
noises he and Tristan would make when they were making love.  But he
couldn't see anything and from the direction the sounds were coming from,
they had to be in the back of the truck. Watching closely now David saw
what he suspected. Yes, the truck was rocking ever so slightly.

He circled around very slowly, carefully choosing where each foot step went
so he wouldn't step on any twigs which would snap. And yes, as he reached
the angle which let him peer into the rear of the truck he could see a pale
whiteness moving in the dim light. Low moans and murmurs came from Brad and
Ashley, the kinds of moans two lovers would make as their passion reached
the point of consummation.

David slipped away as silently as he had arrived. He'd seen and heard
enough.  Breathlessly he rushed up to Tristan.  "Tristan, you'll never
guess! Man, I can't believe it! They were fucking Tristan! I swear to God
they were fucking.  My perfect and oh-so-sweet older sister. I can't
believe it. Well I can, but still," he said in a state of disbelief.

"Are you sure that's what they were doing? Maybe you just think they were."

"I mean I saw Brad's bare ass moving on top of her and from what I heard,
they were doing it for sure."

"Well, what's the difference?" Tristan said. "I mean you and I have
sex. Why can't she?"

"Cuz she's a girl!" David exclaimed.

"Last I heard girls like sex too," Tristan said. You like it that way."

"Yeah, but you know what?" David retorted. "That doesn't mean I always have
to like it that way you know."

"Well, yeah. And you know what else?" Tristan said quietly. "I've been
kinda wanting to do it the other way too, you know, to be the receiver."

"First we need to get you home and then we'll see how it goes, OK?" David
said as he pulled Tristan to his feet.

It seemed to take a long time for them to travel the last few blocks from
the park to Tristan's.

Finally they were there. The Bronco was in the driveway and they made their
way to the back door. The outside light was on and so was Randy's bedroom
light. He was home and waiting up for Tristan to get back.

"Dad, we're home!" Tristan called out as they entered the house.

"Would you get me a drink?" Tristan asked David in a quieter voice.

"OK," David said and got down 2 glasses and ran the tap water.

Randy showed up then wearing only his jeans. "How did you get home?" Randy
said a bit anxiously. "I didn't hear a car," he added.

"We walked," Tristan said simply.

Randy's chin dropped. "You walked? Why didn't you call me? I've been
waiting for you to call."

"My ankle got better so we decided to walk." Tristan stated as if it were
the most obvious thing in the world.

"I hope you haven't made it worse," Randy said in that annoying 'I know
better' tone.

"I haven't," Tristan asserted. "But I do want to not have to stand on it
any more. David and I just want to hit the sheets."

"Aren't you hungry?" Randy asked because he knew any teen boy would usually
be starved that time of night.

"We ate at the Corner Cafe," David spoke up.

"That's downtown. How did you get there?" Randy demanded.

"Brad Mills gave us a ride, Dad. Don't worry so much. Everything is OK."

"Well good night then. We'll see how that ankle of yours feels in the
morning. You boys be sure and sleep, ya hear?"

"Yeah, Dad. Don't worry. We're both tired."

"OK, then. If you aren't up by noon I'll be waking you."

"Whatever Dad."

"Don't whatever me Tristan."

"Yeah, Dad. Sorry. Good night."

"OK. Good night you two." Randy turned and went into his bedroom and closed
the door.

"Night," David said. "You ready?" he said with a wicked grin as he turned
to look at Tristan.

"Oh yeah, I sure am," Tristan said with an answering smile.

"But first we have to the right amount of light," David swung around
Tristan to turn on a small lamp by the bedside and then indicated to
Tristan to turn the overhead light off.  "There, now we're ready," he
declared.

Finally they were to the time of the evening that they had been waiting to
reach for the entire week!  This was their chance to be together in each
other's arms, to give and to receive the love they felt for each other
freely and openly.  Tristan stood by his bed waiting for David to come back
to him and they slid together into a hug and a kiss.

"Mmmmmm, I've been waiting for that Babe," Tristan sighed contentedly.

"Yeah, me too. But I've been waiting for a LOT more," David said with a
wicked glint in his eye.  "First, I've been waiting to get you naked," he
said as he ran his hands up under Tristan's shirt and began lightly rubbing
Tristan's nipples.

"Oh God," Tristan breathed in delicious abandonment, "you sure know how to
make a guy feel really good."

"This is just the beginning Tris-dude.  Tonight I'm going to make you feel
the love," as he unbuttoned Tristan's shirt and slipped it off.

"Oh Babe, you already are," and Tristan tried to start taking David's shirt
off only to have David bat Tristan's hands away.

"No, just let me do it.  I'm gonna get you taken care of first, OK?"

"OK, if you're sure," Tristan said with wonderment.  David was certainly
being different tonight.  Usually he was the more passive one in the sexual
intercourse, but not tonight.  This was the real David in operation, sure
of himself, in charge and following a plan.  David's lips were pressing
against his again and as their tongues dueled together, David's hands were
unfastening his pants.  And as Tristan mentally noted his surprise, David's
fingers reached down to release Tristan's erection from its prison before
pulling his pants down to his knees.

"There, now he can breathe," David said as he broke off their kiss.

"Mmmmm hmmmmm," was all Tristan could manage before David was gently
pushing him back on the bed, making Tristan sit down.  He watched
wordlessly as David sunk down to kneel on the floor to untie his shoes and
he ever so gently eased the one off his injured ankle.  "Tris," David said,
"how does your ankle feel?"

"Still kinda sore," Tristan responded and then added, "Why?"

"Cuz it looks pretty swollen to me."

"Really bad?" Tristan asked with concern as he bent over to look."

"I dunno.  Bad enough I guess," was David's answer.  "Should I take your
socks off?"

"No, just leave them on.  You could finish taking my pants off though,"
Tristan said as he reached out to lightly touch David's strong jaw with his
fingertips.

Again David surprised Tristan with a gentleness Tristan had never before
seen in him as David carefully slipped Tristan's pants over his feet.
Gracefully David rose up from the floor and sat down next to Tristan,
wrapping his right arm around Tris and slipping his fingers under the
waistband.  "These gotta come off too," he said into Tristan's ear as he
kissed and nibbled on it.

Tristan shivered from the erotic effect David's lips had on his ear and his
erection surged to full hardness.  "Now see what you did?" he teased David,
"You made the monster wake up."

"That's good.  I wanted him to wake up," David murmured into Tristan's ear
as he licked around the edge.

"Once you wake him up you have to feed him you know," Tristan giggled.

"Oh, never fear.  I'll feed him plenty," David assured him while running
his hand over Tristan's chest and giving him little kisses over his face.

"Wait, you aren't undressed yet, Babe.  I'm all naked and you still have
all your clothes on.  S'not fair." Tristan complained as his hands were
encountering David's clothes.

"You want my clothes off," David teased wickedly.

"Yes, Dufus, I want your clothes off," Tristan said with a hint of
exasperation.

Silently David stood up and faced away from Tristan.  Very slowly and
deliberately David moved a couple of steps away from the bed and what he
did next locked Tristan's gaze to him.  David stuck one hip out, then the
other and has he ground his hips around in a provocative dance, he very
slowly unfastened his jeans and opened them, then pulled out his shirt and
stripped it off gracefully, letting it drop to the floor.  Tristan was
mesmerized by the sight of the boy he loved inside and out doing a strip
tease for him.

"Turn around," Tristan forced out in a loud whisper past the lump in his
throat.  "I want to see more than your gorgeous ass," he added.

David swiveled around and asked, "You think my ass is gorgeous do you?"

"Oh yeah, your everything is gorgeous Davie Babe and I want it all."

"Well guess what lover boy," David grinned with his wicked smile, "Your
wish is my command."

"Yes! Keep dancing, you make me so hot," Tristan said with a look of
longing for David as he spread his legs apart to give his rampant cock more
room to breathe.

David backed away slowly into a dark corner of the room, making Tristan
wonder what he was going to do next.  Was he going to come out naked from
the darkness or what?  Then David turned on Tristan's stereo.  He found a
radio station playing top hits and now David began dancing to the music,
almost like a courtship dance a male bird would do for his intended mate.

Tristan never imagined that David could ever do such a thing, and never as
gracefully and erotically as he was that night!  Tristan's eyes widened and
his mouth parted in response to the erotic display as David began pulling
down his boxers, slowly revealing his pubes as he danced for Tristan.

"Take off your pants," Tristan demanded breathlessly.

David complied gracefully, tossing them off to one side as now he danced
with just his socks and boxers as his remaining clothing.  David's muscles
moved smoothly under his skin and Tristan drank in the view.  Now David was
teasing Tristan with quick little peeks at David's male member, never
revealing more than a glimpse of what Tristan knew so intimately.  The
reddish round crown of David's dick was exposed a number of times before
David pushed down his boxers to let Tristan see David's maleness in all its
glory.

Tristan could hardly wait to get David in his arms and get something
started!  He laid back on the bed and held out his arms saying, "Come here
Stud, I want to do more than just look at your beautiful body."

David sinuously danced his way over to the bed and gyrated his hips to wave
his hard cock at Tristan's eye level.  "You want this?" he teased as he
gyrated more.

"Oh yessss, I really want it, I want you, and I want it in me!" Tristan
begged, the love and the lust shining from his eyes in the subdued light.

David finished his strip tease then by slipping his boxers down his legs
and twirling them over one forefinger while slowly bumping his hips in
time.  Now that David was closer, Tristan could see the shiny streaks of
precum flowing from the tip of his cock since David's foreskin had
retracted almost entirely from the glans.

Tristan pulled David down onto the bed, their lips finding each other's in
a passion filled kiss.  "You want me inside you?" David rumbled in a low
voice to Tristan.

"Yes, I really do," Tristan said as he searched David's eyes with his own.
"I want to feel you in me and have you make love to me tonight.  You
haven't done it to me for so long."

"Tris, I didn't know you wanted it.  You always seemed to like being the
one who did it to me," David said quietly.

"I do love being on top" Tristan said looking down with his thumb slightly
moving against David's hip, "but I want to have you in me this time and
physically feeling your love surrounding and filling me, OK?"

"OK Tris, like I told you, tonight I'll do anything for you," David leaned
down and planted a tender kiss on Tristan's nose.

Tristan rolled over to his back while pulling David on top of him.  They
laid like that, belly to belly, hard cock pressed against hard cock.
Tristan's hands dropped down to cup David's bottom cheeks and they began to
kiss passionately. Their precum mixed as their leaking cocks rubbed against
each other, sending waves of sensuous delight through their bodies. David
teased Tristan's nipples with his fingertips as they kissed, making Tristan
moan, "Oh God David, you are making me so hot."

David started moving down with his kisses, covering Tristan's neck, then
his collar bone, and then he sucked and licked at Tristan's nipples.  He
glanced up to see Tristan's eyes were closed as he rapturously enjoyed
David's attentions.  Next David moved further down as he traced a cool
liquid trail down Tristan's hot skin with his tongue.

Tristan moaned out his delight continuously as David kissed and nibbled his
way further down.  Finally David had reached Tristan's groin area and his
lips brushed Tristan's throbbing cock.  "Yessss, David, suck it, suck it
puh-lease."

David did as he was asked immediately.  His lips encircled Tristan's fat
cockhead while his tongue probed the slit.  Tristan writhed and began to
buck underneath David. Sensing that Tristan was getting overheated too soon
David backed off.  He began sucking and kissing Tristan's balls, pushing
them around with his tongue.  Tristan lifted his legs and spread them wide,
giving David unrestricted access to his bottom region.

David's tongue moved down and began lightly tracing the ridge of skin below
Tristan's balls.  Tristan lifted his legs higher, giving David all the room
he needed to continue.  David followed that little line of puckered skin
further with his tongue until he realized he was very near Tristan's hole.
There was a slight odor which to his amazement David found to be erotic.
He kissed Tristan's pucker, softly at first, then with great confidence as
Tristan made noises of great pleasure.

David let his spit flow onto Tristan's pucker, coating it thoroughly before
inserting his middle finger slowly and gently.  At first, Tristan tensed up
and his ass ring resisted but then he relaxed.  David's finger slid in
smoothly and he began to probe cautiously, moving his finger slightly in
and out.  His finger hit an area of firmer tissue and when it did,
Tristan's inarticulate cries of pleasure rose in pitch and volume while
precum drooled out of Tristan's cock.

"Oh David, don't ever stop doing that," Tristan said while his hands
clenched at the sheets as spasms of pleasure roared through his body as
David massaged Tristan's prostate.

Hearing those words, David became braver and slowly inserted another
finger.  Now he was working Tristan's ass with two fingers and Tristan was
loving it.  David was sure his cock had never been harder.  It was sticking
up against his belly and the juices were running down the shaft.

Tristan whispered in a barely audible voice, "Please, David, please."

David stopped what he was doing to ask, "What Tristan?"

"Please let me feel you inside me now, I want you so bad," he whimpered.

David aligned himself and was able to slowly push his way into Tristan.
"Oh man Tristan, I had forgotten how hot and how good it feels doing it
this way," David whispered.  He began to move, slowly at first and then
with great force and speed as Tristan urged him on.  David began to piston
in and out, jabbing his slightly up-curved cock into Tristan's prostate
with every stroke.

Tristan was rising up on every down stroke of David's, their skin slapping
together and Tristan uttering a grunt of pleasure each time.  "I'm so close
David," he said as he began to tense.  David pushed Tristan's hands above
their heads and intertwined their fingers.  Scant heartbeats later Tristan
reached his climax and he began to scream out his passion. As soon as David
felt Tristan's asswalls constrict, he went over the top too.  He rode the
waves of their mutual orgasm as he tried to bury his entire body into his
lover.  They shuddered through a mutual orgasm that seemed like it would
never end.  Finally the earth stopped quaking and they laid there, panting.

David laid his head down on Tristan's chest as his dick slipped out.
Tristan rubbed David's back as they kissed time and time again, murmuring
their love to each other.  As their hearts slowed and their bodies cooled
Tristan pulled the covers over them.  Warm once more, they feel asleep that
way, David lying on Tristan with Tristan's arm wrapped around him.

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Whew!  This chapter has taken me a long time to do.  So much has happened
in the intervening time since I posted last.  Something I need to tell all
of you is a piece of very sad news that I received not too long ago.  I had
been wondering why I hadn't been hearing from Luke and Adam, those two
lovers I have told you about before.  Do you remember them?  Adam was gay
and loved Luke and through this story convinced Luke to understand what
loving another man can be like.  Real life can be surreal sometimes and the
news I received from Luke broke my heart.  Adam was fatally injured in a
car accident where he lived while Luke was at work.  Luke made it to the
hospital in time to spend the last hour of Adam's time on earth together.
Adam and Luke pledged their undying love to each other before Adam died in
Luke's arms while Adam's mother was present.  This is an absolutely true
event!  So now Adam is with the angels in heaven and Luke tells me he feels
Adam's presence with him every day.  I told Luke that when you find true
Love, you should always grab it with both hands and we both remarked how
good it was that they were able to share their love before Adam was taken
from him by a person who ran a stop light.  So now Luke is rebuilding his
life, step by step.  This chapter is dedicated in the memory of Adam and
the love he came to share with his best friend, Luke.

I must also mention that this chapter was finished late one night
immediately prior to me going to see another Angel, my foster son.  I met
him through this story and he adopted me to be his foster father.