Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 13:37:22 -0800 (PST)
From: D.Z. <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: BIS 4

DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL is a continuation of the story, Boys on the
Farm, about David and Tristan.  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)2000
by D.Z., all rights reserved. Please do not post in any other forum,
newsgroup, or publication.

As the author of this series, I find it to be a fascinating thing to learn
which parts of my writing make an impact on the readers.  I appreciate the
emails and feedback I have been receiving greatly, even though I may be
slow in responding to them for a number of reasons.  Again, a huge thanks
to all of you who took the time to email me!  If you have something
thoughtful to say for me to include in a future preface, please feel free
to email me at ndman72@yahoo.com.

In Chapter 3, the thing that evoked the most reaction was the part where
David comes back from talking on the phone with Tristan and literally cries
on Jason's shoulder.  One guy wrote to ask if teenagers would really cry as
much as I portray them doing in my story.  It made me stop and think about
that quite a bit.  After all, I didn't intend for my characters to be
whimpy sissies or a "wuss" as my David would say...I wanted them to be real
boys in all regards.  What I was trying to portray was the depth of feeling
that both David and Tristan had developed in their relationship.  They were
totally in love and they missed each other deeply.

Readers wrote to comment that it brought back memories of going through the
same emotions....some specifically told me that this chapter made them cry
as they read it.  First, I want to quote the same guy whose comments I
prefaced Chapter 3 with--remember Bob from Colorado?

"you have written a lot of good things in the past i believe this is your
best chapter i say this first of all because of the scene with david and
jason you portrayed davids hurt so well adolescents tend to have black and
white thinking many things in their lives are either the greatest things
that have ever happened or the worst tragedies so when it comes to love and
affection the feelings are very intense and unrestrained by life experience
when david cried in front of his friend i cried too you did that so well.

and im glad that you addressed the 'macho' thing that boys learn and drag
into adulthood - unfortunately - about being tough and not crying because
thats not what males do and i was particularly warmed by the relationship
david and jason share being able to support one another you described their
'silliness' very well reminding us that they are still boys.

davids panic was well described my stomach sank with davids when he began
to realize what had happened in lubbock and in bed when the two friends
held each other was sooo sweet i cried again.---Bob"

I admire Bob very much for being able to be open with his emotions as he
identifies with Tristan and David in the story, although he has told me he
identifies more with Tristan.  Bob captured exactly the feelings that David
and Tristan were experiencing and put it into a neat little summary.  And
then there was another guy I heard from for the first time who told me it
reminded him so much of his first love and initial feelings in their
relationship.  I have heard from several guys named David about my story
and love it when they write.  Here's what this David from Alabama had to
say--

"I'm sitting here with a soggy keyboard. The last couple of chapters since
the boys got back from the farm have really brought back a flood of
bittersweet memories for me. I fell in love for the first time when I was
sixteen.  I guess I could tell you a little about the reasons your story
had me squalling. Thayne was my first true love. We grew up similar to
David and Tristan having known each other practically since birth.  I lost
my Thayne in a riding accident and then hid my feelings for years. Although
none of your guys have died I got to thinking about how close the story
read to the actual real life events that we shared as Thayne and I started
to discover our love for one another and the feelings of fright, confusion
and loneliness when we were apart.---David."

Thank you, David, for sharing this very personal part of your life with me.
It means so much to me that these readers write and tell me how my
fictional story reflects very closely their true-to-life experiences.  The
point I am trying to make here is that there is nothing wrong with crying
when something or someone touches the core of your emotions.  In fact, just
maybe it may take more bravery to allow others to see those emotions than
not.

There is one more email I received that I want to share with you.  This
one, from a guy named Christian, was sparked by the father-son talk Randy
had with Tristan and the subject of AIDS.  There is no doubt in my mind
that this email is also motivated from true- to-life experience.  Here is a
part his message--

"There are many things I would like to say in response to your Boys in
School story.  One of them is 'do not underestimate your parents
understanding'.  We hear only of the horror stories, never of the good
ones.  Gayness is not a scourge of God, but only one of the multiple forms
sexuality takes. It is not a disease, but the healthy expression of genetic
variety. The day may come where society will need the gays for something.

Another is 'Better be safe then sorry': play safe, learn to use rubbers
properly, at all times, and do not take no as an answer. I always used
rubbers, but did not use them properly.  Look at where I landed: one
rupture, one dead meat: me! There's no such thing as a virgin ass.

If you want any insight from the inside on how it is to live with HIV and
THE label, ask me; I could tell those kids things they can't imagine
possible in a civilized society (even in hospitals).  Another good
reference is Elizabeth Kubler-Ross' book: Dying of AIDS. Its contents is
not as outdated as it looks, believe me.---Christian"

Christian awes me.  This is just a part of the email he sent me...his focus
is not on himself, but on what he can do to help others as they find their
way on the path of self discovery and to be able to live full and happy
lives.  He has very graciously allowed me to place his email address here
in case anyone would like to contact him.  His email address is
christianlepsy@hotmail.com.

OK.  I'll quit yakking now and let you get into what you've been waiting to
read--Chapter 4!



DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL.  by D.Z.

Chapter 4.

David spent a restless night.  He would doze and then wake up, doze and
wake up, as he worried about Tristan's safety in Lubbock.  "Was Tristan OK?
Why wouldn't they answer the phone at that motel where Tristan was staying?
What if Tristan was hurt, or worse yet, killed in that town his father was
considering moving to?  What would he do if something had happened to
Tristan?  His life would be so empty without Tristan's love filling it...."
Over and over those thoughts played in his mind until exhaustion took over
and David finally slept.

Jason, a friend of his and Tristan's, slept soundly next to him, sharing
his twin bed.  David had asked Jason to stay over night with him and keep
him company, even to the extent of sharing that small bed because David had
been missing Tristan so much.  They had talked that night, as close friends
will, sharing some private things about what it was like the both of them
to have a boyfriend and the wonders and thrills of sex.

Yet, even in his sleep David was focused on Tristan.  He dreamt that it was
Tristan sleeping next to him, as Tristan had done every night for the past
two weeks, sharing everything that they could share between them.  David
turned over and spooned tightly against the warm body sharing his bed.  To
David, immersed in his dream state, that warm body was Tristan and he was
so glad that his Tris-dude was back where he belonged.  David began running
his free hand over Jason's front, tracing the outlines of his torso before
finding his nipples and arousing them.

Deeply asleep as well, Jason was having his own erotically charged dream,
only in his dream his partner was Chris.  It was he and Chris finally able
to make love to one another.  It was Chris who was sending little shocks of
pleasure through him as the warm fingers continued their erotic exploration
of his chest.  And yes, oh yes! that wandering hand began tracing a path of
molten fire down towards his anxiously rigid sex trapped in his boxers.

David's world was complete once again.  In his dream, his Tristan was with
him and now he could show Tristan how much he loved his Tris-dude and there
would be no holding back...no doubts.  Instead there would be an
unrestrained and total bonding of body and heart between the two of them.
His fingers slipped lower down the warm body of his lover, their breathing
now taking on an urgency in the heightened physical response to their
foreplay.  Brushing lightly across the tented boxers of his lover, David's
fingers dallied, tickling and teasing the hot flesh hidden there.

To say that Jason enjoyed being the object of this sensuous attention would
be a monumental understatement.  Chris was such an expert lover and was
turning Jason on in ways he only dreamt of until this very moment.  Jason
shifted in his sleep, pressing himself deeper into the embrace and now
feeling another proud erection pressed against his own back door.  Pulses
of preorgasmic pleasure pumped Jason to new heights of bliss.  Those
teasing fingers were zeroing in on the hard throbber that was aching for
something more substantial.  Lightly they brushed the length of Jason's
cock, causing a reflexive thrust from Jason and a long sigh of pleasure.

That was the signal David was waiting for...it was time to get serious and
his hand closed around its intended target, stroking it lightly along its
entire length.  But something was wrong - what he was holding wasn't the
usual size of Tristan's erect joy stick.  Obviously Tristan was enjoying it
by the motions he was making, but still something wasn't right...

Jason was getting supercharged with a rapidly building orgasm, his heart
was pounding and he woke out of the depths of his dream-state to realize he
was being held and made love to by David!!! "Oh my God!  Now what should I
do?" Jason's thinking and emotions darted in all directions.  His feelings
of exhilaration, joy, guilt, lust, temptation, and amazement were all
jumbled together.  He was immensely enjoying the feelings created in his
body by David...but that was the problem!  It was David and not Chris that
he was doing this with!  And what did David think he was doing, playing
around like this and cheating on Tristan!?!  That did it - Jason exerted
his will power and took hold of David's hand that was doing those wonderful
things to him, removing it from his near-to- exploding cock.

"David, wake up.  David.  David, we shouldn't be doing this."  Jason turned
to face David as he spoke.

David's eyes flew open in startlement.  "Jason!  What are you doing
here....oh yeahhh."  There was a pause as the realization what had been
happening hit David.  Pain filled David's eyes as his joy at having his
Tris-dude with him turned to disappointment and a renewal of loss.  "Oh.
Ummmmmm, Jase, I'm so sorry if I've offended you or anything.  I was
dreaming that you were Tristan in bed with me."

"Dayam, and here I thought it was me you wanted," Jason teased.  "Were you
having fun?"

David half smiled and half grimaced before he answered sheepishly, "Fun?  I
guess you could call it that.  Maybe it was more like my world was complete
again, if you know what I mean?"

Momentarily Jason was puzzled, then he smiled as he asked, "You mean you
were dreaming about Tristan then dude?"

"Yeah, you know it.  It wasn't you I was loving there a minute ago....I
mean I thought you were Tristan and we were back together again."  David
sighed and continued, "I miss him sooo much."

Softly Jason counseled, "I can tell.  But seriously dude, you can't let
missing him mess up your head.  Don't go there, just think positive dude!"

David gathered himself back together and turned to ask Jason, "Ummmm, no
'hard' feelings about this, is there?"

Jason burst out with one of his infamous belly laughs.  He buried his face
in the pillow, muffling the sound of his laughter.

David poked Jason in the ribs with an elbow and lifted up the pillow.
"Like what's so funny about what I just said?"

Still laughing Jason answered, "Yeah, there was at least one hard feeling
about it, but no, David, I'm not upset." Abruptly turning serious, Jason
gave David's shoulder a gentle squeeze "It's gonna be okay David. Things'll
work out okay?"

"Like you keep saying that, Jason.  How can you be so sure?  What if
Tristan does leave for good or if he was hurt or worse in that tornado?
What am I gonna do then?"

Jason looked at David matter of factly.  "David...would I lie to you?"

David shot Jason a glance before answering slowly, "Welllllllll.  OK.  No,
I guess not."  But David still looked doubtful.

"Sometimes you just gotta have faith David...you and Tristan getting
together is awesome, and things are going to work out for you," Jason said
emphatically.  "If I have to get my license and DRIVE to Lubbock, kidnap
Tristan, and bring him to live with me, we're gonna get this to work. I
doubt it'll even come to that. Love conquers all.. it'll work out."  Jason
relaxed back assuming his 'I have spoken' face and looked at David.

"Ahh come on, you wouldn't really do that!  I mean go with me down to
Lubbock to kidnap Tris!"

"I would too, you should know me well enough by now!"

David thought about it and shook his head up and down.  "Oh yeah, you would
all right."

"Damn straight I would!  Hey, let's try to go back to sleep.  I was having
this really nice dream when you woke me up," teased Jason.

"You go ahead.  I don't think I can."

"Sure you can.  Here, I'll rub your shoulders a little.  Turn over on your
side, dude."  Jason gently rubbed David's shoulders and back, and bit by
bit David relaxed.  Finally he fell asleep and Jason was able to get the
sleep his body was still yearning.

Jason woke up first that next morning.  He and David were sharing David's
twin bed, jammed together nose to nose, their bodies touching in many
places.  He couldn't see the TV but as he laid there looking at David he
heard the early morning news show begin the headline coverage of the
tornado in Lubbock.

Jason shook David as he talked excitedly, "David.  David, wake up!  They're
talking about Lubbock and showing video scenes on the TV!"

David's eyes snapped open instantly as he focused on what the news reporter
was saying as scenes of total devastation flashed across the TV screen...

"...it is absolutely unbelievable what the forces of the tornado, now
believed to be an F4 tornado with wind speeds exceeding 200 miles per hour,
did to this thriving city.  In the dark of night the tornado carved a swath
of devastation through the heart of the city of Lubbock, Texas.  Behind me
you can see the shattered shells of many buildings and over here to my
right cars are blown together into heaps of scrap metal.  Immediately
behind me is the focus of local emergency and rescue crews as they
desperately seek to locate and free an unknown number of trapped people in
the remains of the Quality Suites Inn.  Apparently an outer wall was ripped
away from the 10-story motel causing the front side of it to partially
collapse.  We are told that there were possibly as many as 500 persons
registered there last night and officials are struggling to ascertain which
of them may be victims of this devastation.  Rescue crews have been finding
and removing dozens of injured and there are reports of some fatalities as
well."

David's upset and worry multiplied a thousand times as he absorbed what the
news reporter was saying.  Wasn't the Quality Suites Inn where Tristan told
him they were staying?  And now, looking at the scene displayed on the
television of the destroyed motel, a mind-numbing, gut-twisting fear
hammered its way into David's core.  "Oh my God," David whispered those
words.  He turned to stare at Jason, his eyes reflecting the anguish he was
experiencing.  "Now what do I do...that was where Tristan was staying and
he could be hurt or dead.  No wonder the phone didn't work last night cuz
that motel is almost totally demolished!  I can't believe this had to
happen!"

"Dude, you gotta hold on here.  You don't know anything for sure yet.
Don't let yourself believe something bad has happened to Tristan until you
find out for sure."

"That's easy for you to say! It isn't your boyfriend that could be lying in
that wrecked motel now is it?" David's raw emotions were rejecting the
bounds of reason and restraint Jason proposed.

"David, he's my friend too and even if he isn't the love of my life, I
still care what happens to him.  I'm trying to tell you we don't know
anything for sure, David, so don't get so wound up.  We gotta wait and see
and hope we hear from him."

David inhaled with a long, shuddering breath.  "Yeah, I guess you're right,
but Jason, it's so hard.  What if I don't get to see him ever again and
tell him I love him if only when I have to say goodbye to him?"  David's
voice filled with emotion as he said, "You know, I couldn't say it to him
before how much I love him.  Oh how I wish I had now."

Quietly Jason responded, "He knows you love him, David. I mean who knows
you better than me and Tristan?  He knows."

That earned half a smile from David, before he turned over again in bed to
listen once more to the television.  As he did so, he asked, "Could you
hold me again Jase?  It helped a lot last night and I sure could use some
again this morning."

"No problemo, dude."  Jason snuggled up against David and threw an arm
around him, just as he did last night.  Only one difference from the night
before made Jason slightly uncomfortable.  And that was what to do with the
boner he had thrown?  Damn, it was tough to be this close to a cute guy and
ignore the insistent demands of his manhood.  If it wasn't for the fact
they both had other boyfriends Jason would be making the most of this
golden opportunity!

Now the CNN reporter was interviewing the mayor of Lubbock.  The scene was
in an office setting that had the view of staff people working determinedly
with the constant ring of telephones in the background.  "Mr. Mayor, what
can you tell us about the disaster relief efforts being mounted in your
city this morning?"

"First, the city departments are fully mobilized and are working as hard as
humanly possible to restore basic services and provide access to the
affected areas.  All off-duty and police personnel have reported in and are
working to assist our citizens."

"That seems like a monumental task in view of the extent of the devastation
here.  Are there any other resources that are being called upon to help you
in this hour of need?"

"Yes, there are.  I have spoken with our Governor and he has ordered the
mobilization of units of the Texas National Guard who will be arriving here
later today in a matter of hours.  We have been in contact with FEMA and
they are flying in a disaster team and will arrive here late this
afternoon.  And we are very grateful to our neighboring cities for the help
they are sending us and it is these folks who are already arriving to
help."

Next the CNN reporter's face saddened for the leading question of the
interview.  "Mr.  Mayor, what can you tell us about the casualty
situation?"

"We are very fortunate that our hospitals all escaped major damage.  Their
emergency rooms are staffed with a full compliment of medical personnel.
Power has been restored to all of them and they are able to provide
treatment to the injured.  A while back I was given the sad news that there
have been quite a number of fatalities from the tornado and that scores of
wounded have been taken to the hospitals."

"Mr. Mayor, the question has come up if the city's warning system was
working properly and was sufficient to warn people that a tornado had been
sighted."

"To the best of my knowledge, all warning sirens did sound within city
limits and the tornado alert was put over the airwaves on all radio and TV
stations still broadcasting at that hour.  The problem is that we didn't
have much warning of the tornado's approach in that it formed a few miles
outside of town and roared through before people had much chance to receive
a warning.  The city and emergency 911 center did everything in their power
that could be done under those circumstances."

"Thank you, Mr. Mayor, for your comments during this tragic time in your
community."  The news reporter turned and spoke to the camera, "We will be
covering the recovery efforts in Lubbock throughout the day and keeping you
informed of their progress.  This is Roberta Day of CNN news reporting live
from Lubbock, Texas."

David turned back to face Jason once more.  A deep worry crease was evident
on David's forehead.  "See Jason, there is too something to worry about.
That was one bad freaking tornado and its so bad they don't even know yet
how many people or who all has been hurt and killed."

"Dude, we still don't know whether Tristan was in it...you gotta hang in
there!"

"Jason, I don't know if I can.  I'm so worried about him..."

Jason screwed up his face, obviously thinking fast and hard.  "Ummmm, how
'bout we find something to do while we wait to hear from Tristan?"

"Like what?"

"I dunno.  I'm thinking.  Well...first maybe we could get showered and
stuff and then maybe go do something - like do you wanna go play Ping Pong
at my house?"

"Uh uh.  If Tristan calls I'm going to be right here to answer the
phone...and I want to keep watching TV and maybe learn more about what's
going on at that Quality Inn where Tristan was staying."

"Ummmmm.  Kay, well then we'll just have ta to do something here.  David,
would ya mind if I called Chris and asked him to come over and keep us
company?  He'll be wondering by now why I haven't call him."

David's only response was a slight grimace.

"What?  What aren't you saying here, David?  Come on, just say it."

"Two things.  First, it made me wish I could be with Tristan and second, if
Chris comes over you guys gotta keep things low-key, 'kay?"

"Of course, dude!  Do we look dumb or something?"

"Sorry.  It's just, you know, my dad and everything how he hates gays."

"Promise.  We'll be careful not to get busted.  I'll call Chris after we've
showered and all so let's get moving there dude!"  Jason shoved David out
of the bed and he hit the floor with a thud.

"You dork!  I wasn't ready to get up yet!" David growled at Jason while
picking himself up off of the floor.

"That's a bunch of b.s." laughed Jason.  "Somebody, or should I say,
something, is already up!"  Jason giggled again as he pointed to David's
morning erection showing starkly through David's white briefs.

David's response was to rip the covers off of a still giggling Jason and
pull him to the edge of the bed with the intention of dumping him on the
floor too.  Then David caught sight of what was protruding from Jason's
crotch.  "Well lookit here.  And what do you have hidden in those shorts of
yours, Jase?  A banana or what?"

Jason giggled some more before retorting, "Yeah.  You wanna peel it for
me?"  He couldn't help but giggle unrestrainedly as he was overcome with
hilarity.

David flashed a smile at Jason despite the underlying worry gnawing at his
guts.  Still smiling at Jason cracking up the way he was David joined in
the sexual banter.  "Sure, and then the next thing you'd want with your
banana is some cream I suppose?"  Jason's diversionary tactics were
working.

In between giggles Jason gasped out, "Yeah, but I...only like it...fresh
and warm!"  And Jason was consumed with giggles once again.

David only shook his head and raised his eyebrows with a wry smile at that
one.  "Come on funny boy, let's go shower before you wet your pants."

Leaving the television droning on about some economic drivel and the stock
market taking a dramatic drop the previous day, the boys each slipped a
pair of shorts, hiding their very obvious morning erections.  After
gathering clean clothes, they headed for the spacious bathroom in the
opposite corner of the second floor, it having been a bedroom when the old
house was originally built.  David's dad had remodeled the house
extensively and transformed the smallest bedroom upstairs into a modern
bath, complete with a shower and a jacuzzi tub.

"This is so my little brother Jimmy doesn't come barging in on us," David
explained as he locked the bathroom door.  As he proceeded to get clean
towels for both of them out of the linen cabinet, he asked, "Jase, you want
to shower first or what?"

Jason, who was inspecting the spacious jacuzzi tub answered with a
speculative leer in his voice, "Ever try this out as a two seater?  Bet you
could have a lot of fun in this with someone!"

"You know, I hadn't thought of that.  Just think what fun we could have, I
mean the four of us, sometime if we ever had this place to ourselves."
Placing the towels on the generously sized counter between twin sinks,
David prompted Jason while stripping off his clothes, "Well, don't be
bashful cuz I'm not so get naked and let's get started."

"Like I said once before, David, what ever happened to Mr. Modest?  You
woulda never gotten naked around someone else before, and especially when
you are sporting a hardon!"

"Get over it Jason, and get naked yourself!  Like I told you, now that I
know you're gay too, I don't have to worry about that modest stuff.  With
Tristan I learned that size isn't everything.  Tristan has more size-wise
than you or I ever will but he doesn't think it matters much--he thinks
mine is perfect," David said looking over his shoulder while standing at
the toilet.  "Man! I hate trying to take a piss with a hardon, sometimes it
takes forever to get things started and I gotta go!"

Jason shed his clothes rapidly and moved up next to David.  "Move over
there stud, I gotta go bad too so quit hogging the toilet!" Jason joined
David at the task of bending their stiff cocks downwards towards the water
so they could relieve at least one of their pent up urges.  Finally, after
another pause David relaxed enough to start his stream and a second later
Jason's followed.

"Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, Ahhhh, what a relief it is," joked Jason, singing
the familiar ad jingle.

David laughed at him before observing, "You are so corny sometimes."  He
paused for a second, turning his head slightly to watch Jason still
pointing his mostly rigid cock downwards before continuing, "You know,
you've got a pretty nice set of equipment there, Jase.  I mean, for a cut
guy, you must be a little bigger than me when you're hard...say about,
ummmm, 6 inches?"

"Yup, a little over in fact.  Six and one quarter, to be exact.  Wish I had
my 'skin yet, yours looks so kewl the way it pulls back like that."

"Thanks.  Tris says the same thing.  But your cock is nice and thick, too,
but not like Tristan's.  His is way bigger.  You've probably not seen it at
its full size, have you?"

"No, I haven't.  I almost did once at the time I slept over at his house
when you were gone on vacation last year, but he left and went to the
bathroom then.  Does it really get all that big?"

"Yeah, it's at least 7 inches long and way thicker than ours."

"Awesome.  It would be kewl to see."

"Yeah, but its even better when he's using that whopper of his to make you
feel really good, you know what I mean?" David smirked.  His stream finally
slowed and reduced to those final spurts of fluid David said, "Well, how we
gonna do this shower?  One at a time or together?  And who goes first if
it's one at time?"

"Ummmmm, I don't know."  Jason affected his deep thinking look.  Then
suddenly he pointed his finger of his free hand upwards and pronounced,
"Here's how we decide.  Kay, we're gonna do it by paper, scissors, rock.
Whoever wins goes first.  If it's a tie, we both get in.  On the count of
three, go.  One, two, three!"  That was nothing new for them since over the
years Tristan, David, and Jason had decided many an issue that way and
Jason quickly flashed the rock sign.  Jason figured he had it won because
David usually chose scissors...

Simultaneously David shot his other hand out and....he flashed the rock
sign too!  It was a tie.  "Guess we shower together, huh Jason?"

"Yup.  Now remember the 6 inch rule," Jason teased.

"Get serious, dude.  I'm not gonna jump ya in the shower or anything."
David retorted.

They simultaneously shook the last drops off of their partially deflated
erections and then the boys headed for the shower.  David turned the water
on and adjusted the water temp before climbing in.  He then turned with his
back to the water, waiting for Jason.  "Well, are ya coming in or not?"
David asked when Jason hesitated.

"Just making sure you were kewl with this, David," murmured Jason as he
stepped into the shower and closed the frosted glass door.  Already David's
head was tipped back under the water and his blonde hair was plastered to
his head.  The water coursed down his body and a stream of it ran off of
the end of his now flacid cock with the tip of his glans barely showing
behind the foreskin.  "Yup, that Tristan is one lucky dude," Jason
observed.

"Why's that?"  David asked with his eyes closed as the water sprayed over
him.

"Because you are one hell of a sexy dude.  How did you get such great
muscle definition, anyway?"

"Sports mostly, I guess.  I've lifted a few weights but not very often.  I
just like to stay active.  You've got a nice bod too...and especially a
nice ass.  With the right pants you would have all of the girls hanging on
ya!"

"Ain't that just grand!  Except that isn't what I want.  Chris is the one
for me."

"Jase, you wanna help me wash my hair?" David asked from under the water.
"Tristan always did that for me.  You do mine and then I'll do yours,
okay?"

"Sure, no problemo."  Jason found the shampoo and squirted a generous
squirt of it in his hand before he stepped closer to David and began
working it into David's scalp.  As he did so, Jason's cock brushed against
David's a couple of times, sending delicious jolts of pleasure shooting up
through his cock to spread a warm glow through his entire body.  Almost
immediately he was sporting a rod, and looking down, he could see that
David was too.  "Ahhh, David, looks we kinda developed a problem here....."
Jason was being uncharacteristically hesitant.

"What, you mean because we have hardons and they've touched?"

"Ummm, yeah."

"So what, we know what each other's looks like now and everything."

"Well, yeah.  Ummmm, do you need to do something about it?"

"Nope.  I could but I'm not going to....I'm saving it for Tristan when he
comes back."

"You really are in love for sure, aren't you?"

Softly David said, "Yeah, I couldn't admit it to myself at first but I am
now and you know it....." and then his voice changed to normal as he added,
"and I'll kick your ass if you're going to make a big deal out of it!"

"Did you say lick my ass?  Oooh, that sounds soooo nice," Jason teased back
and laughed his belly laugh.

"Jason, you are really terrible, you know that?"

"Nah, David.  Remember, I'm BBBBAAADDDD, really BBBAAADDD!" and Jason went
off into another fit of laughter.

BANG BANG BANG BANG.  It sounded like someone was trying to kick in the
locked door to the bathroom.

"David, let me in!  I gotta go really bad and you gotta let me in right
now.  Mom says so."  It was Jimmy, David's younger brother.

David said to Jason, "See what I told you, the twirp is awake now and wants
to come in and use the bathroom."

"It sounds like you better let him in before he either breaks down the door
or pisses on himself," Jason observed.

David stuck his head out of the shower door and yelled back, "Well hang on
to it for another second, I'm in the shower!"

"No, I can't wait anymore.  You gotta open up right now before I pee on the
floor."

"Well, do it and then you can clean up after yourself."

"DAVID, OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

"Man, that Jimmy can be such a pain in the ass sometimes!"  David muttered
to himself as he hopped out of the shower, leaving Jason to finish by
himself and quickly draped a towel around his middle.  As he unlocked and
opened the door David hoped Jimmy wouldn't notice his hardon still evident
and pushing out the front of the towel as he tried to stay behind the door
as he opened it.

"Bout time you opened up there David," Jimmy said accusingly as he rushed
to the toilet.  "Is that Jason still in the shower or are you wasting hot
water?"  Jimmy hurriedly shucked down his sleeping shorts, presenting David
with the sight of two round and cute little butt cheeks peeking out as the
sounds of an urgent stream of boy piss hit the water.

"Yes, that's Jason in the shower so beat it, twirp!"

"Ooohhh, tough guy today aren't you?  Well, it looks to me like you were
'beating' it with Jason there by what you're trying to hide under that
towel," Jimmy fired back in retribution.

"No, I wasn't 'beating' it with Jason...now get lost before I throw you in
the shower and turn on the cold water."

"Make me.  You look like you're the one who needs the cold shower," Jimmy
giggled.

"Don't mess with me, Jimmy because you'll lose."

"Oooooh. I'm like sooo scared," Jimmy said as he finished taking his
morning leak and pulled up his shorts before turning around.

"Get lost."

"Make me."  Jimmy held his ground and planted his hands on his hips,
cockily defying David.

David grabbed Jimmy and drug him over near the shower.  The two brothers
scuffled some in getting there but soon Jimmy was where David wanted him.
In the process of the scuffle David lost his towel but was beyond caring.
"Jase, Jimmy wants to get wet so turn off the hot water and jump out, OK?"

"Sure thing David.  Need some help?"

"Nope, just hold the door open."

Jason hopped out of the shower avoiding the spray of cold water and watched
as David wrestled Jimmy closer to the shower stall.

"David, don't!  I'll tell Mom!"

"You tell Mom and you'll really be sorry then!  You wanna cock off to me in
front of my friends you're gonna pay."

"Mom's really gonna be mad at you if you get everything all wet so just let
me go!"

"No prob there, Jimmy.  Let me fix that.  Jase, hold his arms a sec while I
undress him for his shower."

Jason let go of the shower door and grabbed Jimmy's arms.

"Quit it!  God, what a couple of pervs you are!  David don't!"  Jimmy
fought valiantly but to no avail.  In a flash David had yanked down Jimmy's
shorts down to his ankles and slipped them over his thrashing feet.  By now
it had become obvious why Jimmy was so desperate to avoid being
stripped--his uncut boycock was jutting straight out, all 3 inches of it
standing out rock solid above a nice set of balls.  Jimmy gave up at that
point, biting his lip to keep it from trembling.  "You happy now that you
can see my weiner sticking out?" he asked tremulously.

"So what.  We aren't ashamed to be naked in front of you, Jimmy," David
replied.

Jimmy flashed David a look of pure disgust before answering, "Well, duh,
why should you be?  Look at how big you guys are and all the hair you have.
And then you see mine all hard but you sure didn't want me to see yours
that way."

"Jimmy, you don't need to be ashamed of us seeing yours like that--every
guy's dick wakes up and starts to have a mind of its own about your age.
Just wait until you get called to stand up in class when you have a stiffy
that won't go away.  Now that's embarassing!"  David explained.

"Did that really happen to you?" Jimmy asked excitedly.

"Yup, last year in English."

"Oh wow.  So can I see your stiffy then?"  Jimmy's abrupt change of
direction absolutely floored David.

His mind reeling from Jimmy's innocent-sounding forwardness David responded
on automatic pilot, "I don't think so twirp.  You think we're gay or
something?"

"Maybe.  Like what were you doing--showering together at the same time or
something like that?"

Again Jimmy's innocent retort made David's knees weak. Did it show already?
David put on his best front and bluffed, "Well we're not and besides its
none of your business.  If you don't want me to finish giving you the cold
shower treatment you'll scram."

"I'm going so don't get your panties all in a bunch," Jimmy couldn't resist
a final jab. "Give me my shorts and I'm outa here you two jerk-offs."
David handed Jimmy's shorts to him.  Jimmy janked his shorts up and over
his privates and stalked out of the bathroom in a huff as David and Jason
silently watched him leave, not without taking a glance at each other's
worried faces.  David made sure the door was latched and locked as Jimmy
left.

"Oh my God, David, do you think he really knows?  I mean how could he
tell?," Jason breathed nervously, standing there still very wet and very
naked.

David felt sick to his stomach.  He didn't anticipate having to deal with
this so soon.  Heaving in a big breath David summoned up the words to
answer, "He's just acting tough and being a smart-mouthed little kid.  He
doesn't know anything, how could he?"

"He sure sounded like he knew we're gay.  What if he starts spreading
rumors?  I mean they'd be about YOU of course cause nobody would believe
I'm gay, but you're so pretty and all." Jason was worried not only for
himself and Chris, but for David as well.  Still he couldn't help but toss
in a few comments to deal with his anxiety with humor the way he usually
did.

"He's just repeating the crap he hears from other kids his age...you saw
him, he barely knows what its like to have a stiff dick." David countered.
"I'll talk to him later when he's not mad at me about it.  I don't think we
have to worry about it and even if he says something to somebody you just
have to make them think its all b.s. from a little kid, okay?"

"Dayam, I hope you're right.  Besides, we're not gay, we just have
boyfriends that we love and have sex with!" Jason giggled.  "Throw me a
towel so I can dry off, would ya?"  Jason's skin was covered with goose
bumps as his wet skin dried and his formerly swollen genitals had shriveled
from the effects of his chill.

David dabbed dry the hidden wet spots off his body since he was mostly dry
by now.  He toweled off his back and then dried his crotch before walking
over to the mirror and combing out his blonde hair.

"Can I use your comb?"  There was Jason standing nude next to him with his
hand out for the comb.

David looked at Jason's reflection in the mirror, taking in the view of
Jason's teenage vitality.  "Sure, here.  You know, it's great not to have
to worry about other guy's hangups about being naked around each
other...like they are in school so much.  Heck, most of them won't even
shower after gym class so they douse themselves with deodorant and cologne
that reeks instead.  Some days I can hardly breathe when I come out of
there."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Of course you won't have any problems
showering now with you being such an exhibitionist! Hey, speaking of
deodorant, you got some I could use?" Jason asked changing from his joking
tone to his serious tone with the usual instant transformation.

"Yup.  You need my toothbrush too?" David said with a straight face as he
handed Jason his personal stick of deodorant.

"Gross!  Sheesh, I like you David but I'm not gonna marry ya and share your
damn toothbrush with ya!  You can do that with Tristan if you want."  Jason
shuddered a little as he finished with the deodorant and gave it back to
David.

Grinning widely David said, "Got ya for once there Jason!  Move over so I
can brush my teeth.  Did you bring a toothbrush in your stuff you brought?"

"Yup. I'll go get it.  Be right back."

"Jason, wait a sec."

"What?  You wanna kiss me goodbye or something like that?  I wuv you too
Davey baby!" Jason leered back at David.

"Don't you think you should put a little something on...or are you planning
on flashing your goodies off to my sister Ashley or making Jimmy wonder
about you some more?"

"OH YEAH!  She needs to see a real man like me, don't you think?" Jason
laughed as he slipped his baggy shorts on.

"Oh for sure, and she's gonna dump the captain of this year's football team
too once she sees you flaunt yourself.  Get real, Jason."

"That's right.  She's a senior this year isn't she?  And she's going out
with Brad Mills?  Man...I don't care whether he's the captain of the
football team or not. He'll NEVER be half the man his mother was."  Jason
cracked up and went out the door laughing like crazy.

Despite what he said, David knew Jason was impressed.  Brad Mills was THE
hunk of the school, 6'2" tall and had a physique that all the girls drooled
over and most all the guys were envious of.  And on top of it all, Brad was
one of those jocks that had brains....he was an "A" average student and,
best of all, he wasn't stuck up.  He'd even say hi to the underclassmen if
he knew them.  He was easily the most popular kid in the school.

While Jason was getting his toothbrush David brushed his teeth and combed
his hair into its final shape now that it had dried somewhat.  Then Jason
was back and brushed his teeth while David dressed for the day in his usual
attire, baggy shorts and a colored T-shirt.

"Hurry up Jase so we can go get something to eat--I'm starved," prompted
David and within seconds they were on their way to the kitchen where
David's mom had set out breakfast makings.  Little talk was heard as the
boys munched their way through breakfast cereal, toast, and fruit.  David
ate an orange while Jason preferred to have a banana.

David started laughing as he watched Jason eat his banana.  "Is that the
banana you were hiding from me earlier?" he wisecracked.

"Yup, but the service in this place is pretty shoddy cuz there's no cream
to go with it unless you know where its kept!" Jason picked right up on
their earlier bantering and came right back with his usual quick wit.

Cupping his crotch with his hand David taunted, "I know where its kept
and...you...can't...have...any!"

Giggling Jason retorted, "It's your loss, dude.  Guess I'll have to do my
business elsewhere.  So should I call Chris now and tell him to come on
over?"

"Sure.  We'll figure out something to do when he gets here.  You know where
the phone is."

"Well, duh!  How many years have I been your friend and been coming to your
house?  Although," Jason said lowering his voice, "I might forget when I'm
finished consuming all the alcohol it'll take to steady my nerves from
seeing that bod in the shower earlier!"  Jason went giggling to the phone
and called Chris while David picked up their dirty dishes and straightened
things around in the kitchen.  He stood around for a couple of minutes
waiting for Jason to get done talking before deciding not to wait any
longer and went to see what was taking Jason so long on the phone--usually
Jason hastily blurted out what he was calling about and got off the phone.
But not today and not with Chris!

"Ooooops, here's David looking for me so are you gonna come over and spend
the day with us?  Kewl, until we hear from Tristan we're gonna be hanging
near the phone.  See ya in an hour, lover boy.  You know I do.  Yeah.
Bye."  Jason hung up the phone and told David with a "I'm in love' look on
his face, "Yup, he's coming over in an hour or so."

"Dude, do I look so hopelessly in love when I talk about Tristan as you do
when you talk about Chris?" David asked softly as he leaned towards Jason.

"I do not!"

"Huh!  You should see yourself, dude!  You are in over your head, I can
tell you that!"

"Yeah, and look who's talking, anyway?  Just for that you deserve a
snuggy!" and Jason jumped at David and tried to yank up the back of his
shorts.

David shut him down immediately.  "Not in here, dude!  We're dead meat if
we break something.  You wanna fight you'll have to do it my room."

"You're on hot shot!  Get your buns upstairs where I can kick some ass!"
And the mock fight was on.  They took it upstairs and play fought and
wrestled just like they had been doing for years as kids.  Gone were the
restraints that had built up in latter years against close body contact for
fear of being labeled gay.  They grunted and laughed and giggled and
generally shook the walls a time or two as they sparred as two young
stallions would.  Before long the noise they were making had attracted
Jimmy.  Gleefully he jumped into the fray, teaming up with Jason against
David.  Jimmy knew a golden opportunity for revenge when he saw one!  As he
fought his brother Jimmy giggled with delight because it was so rare that
he on the winning side!

Inevitably David was slowly pinned to the floor under the weight of his
opponents...and Jason administered the coup de grace, the snuggy that was
promised to him!  Jason grabbed a fistful of the baggy shorts and pulled
them into a tight knot around David's crotch as Jimmy perched on David's
shoulders while Jason pinned his legs.  "Say 'uncle' and we'll let you go,"
Jason demanded.

"No way, dude!"

Jason twisted the fabric tighter and growled in his tough guy voice, "You
gonna say 'uncle' yet or do we have to get rough?"

"Yeah," Jimmy chimed in.  "You want us to hafta kick your ass big time or
what?"

"You know I don't give in so easy!" David grunted.  David was glad he was
lying with his front side down because he had sprung wood again and Jason
wasn't helping the situation at all!  The pressure on his crotch combined
with the presence of Jason's hand near his hole stirred up memories and the
desire for the sensuous delights that he had experienced with Tristan.  He
couldn't tell if his nuts ached from the snuggy or from a pent-up need for
release, but he couldn't deny the fact that his 'nads were primed and
loaded!  The temptation to give in and indulge his newfound sexual craving
was nearly overwhelming.  But one thing about David, he was a determined
person...some would call it stubborn!  Trying to salvage his pride from
being bested and also wanting to hide his arousal David refused to give in.
It was a stalemate that lasted for the space of some minutes.

Then it was the top of the hour and the CNN news broadcast began to run.
David caught its distinction opening and called for a truce.  "Dude, I
wanna catch this.  I'll finish you off later, kay?"

"In your dreams, David.  In your dreams."

"Shush, I'm watching this."  Jimmy slid off of David's shoulders but
propped himself with an arm across David's back.  The other two boys stayed
sprawled on the floor breathing hard while the now familiar scene of
devastation from Lubbock appeared on the screen.  The view cut to the image
of Roberta Day, CNN reporter, and a fireman wearing a white helmet as they
stood in front of the camera.  Behind the two of them you could see that
the street filled with fire engines.  Two ambulances were also parked there
with their emergency lights all flashing.

Roberta received her cue and began speaking.  "This is Roberta Day
reporting live from Lubbock, Texas.  In the early morning hours this
community a F4 tornado carved a swath of devastation through the heart of
this community.  The city has been declared a disaster area by state and
federal authorities and help has been pouring in.  One place that has been
the focus of rescue efforts is behind us, the Quality Suites Inn, which was
severely damaged in last night's tornado.  The tornado ripped away an
outside wall and the entire side of one wing collapsed, injuring and
killing an unknown number of people.  "

"Rescue crews and pieces of heavy equipment have been arriving in a steady
stream as efforts to remove the wreckage and free any trapped survivors
intensify.  Battalion Chief Harry Jensen is in charge of this rescue effort
and can give us an update on this situation.  Chief Jensen, do you know how
many people are trapped in this wreckage?"

"No, we do not.  We do know it is a considerable number, maybe as many as
50.  We know there are some survivors in there as we have heard them.
There were 3 people freed from the wreckage thus far and have been
transported to the nearest hospital."

"Can you give an idea of who they were and how seriously they were hurt?"
Roberta asked with a show of concern on her face.

"Those folks were lucky.  It was a man and his wife and their daughter.
They had some cuts and bruises but were in a corner room where the ceiling
didn't completely collapse.  However to free the remaining victims we will
have to carefully move the concrete floor sections and debris from
collapsed walls."

"Thank you very much Chief for your update.  Can we check back with you
later to keep our viewers informed of the status of your rescue efforts?"

"Yes, you certainly may.  I will make myself available to the media briefly
each hour."

Roberta smiled at the chief, "You are very professional.  Thank you again."
She turned back to the camera and announced, "This is Roberta Day reporting
live at the scene of an intensive rescue effort at the Quality Suites Inn
here in Lubbock."  The view switched next to a scene of an entire block of
houses flattened by the tornado where another reporter began telling that
story...

David's high spirits from the horseplay had evaporated instantly upon
seeing the deeply disturbing news from Lubbock once more.  "See what I mean
Jason?" David said dejectedly.  "Here it is almost 11:00 in the morning and
we still haven't heard from Tris and now they're telling us about injuries
and fatalities!?  David's voice kept rising as he became more and more
emotional as he spoke.

Jimmy spoke up into the ensuing silence.  "Your friend Tristan in down
there in that mess?" he asked.

"Probably," David said worriedly.  "We haven't had a phone call yet from
him saying he's ok or anything."

"We don't know that for sure now do we?" Jason still was fighting the
battle to maintain a positive outlook, but the situation was getting grim
despite his best efforts.  Inwardly Jason was debating whether to tell
David to try calling Quality Suites once more.  What would be worse?
Continuing not to know for sure or to hear that something bad had happened
to Tristan.  Jason decided to wait a while longer before making the
suggestion.

The three boys watched the continuing coverage of the havoc wrecked upon
Lubbock on the news.  By now all the major networks had reporters on
location and were filling the airwaves with tales of devastation and human
drama.  Even Jason was being silent for once, his usual spontaneity
subdued.

The front door bell chimed below.  Jason was on his feet in an instant.
"That must be Chris!  I'll go let him in!" he exclaimed excitedly and
rushed downstairs to open the door, yanking it open.  YES!  It was Chris,
his hunky boyfriend, wearing his gorgeous smile!!!  "Come on in Chris!
Dayam you are looking fine today!" Chris greeted him with a half hug.

Laughingly Chris replied, "You're looking pretty darn...pretty good that
is, today too!"  Chris had caught sight of Jimmy coming down the stairs to
check his arrival.  "So what's up?"

"Well David is glued to the TV right now cuz he's afraid Tristan has been
caught in this big motel that was destroyed in that tornado in Lubbock and
he's pretty worried.  I've been trying to keep his mind off from it but I'm
losing the battle here.  He won't go anywhere so we'll have to find
something to do here."

"Kay, I can think of lotsa stuff we can do, but maybe not right now," Chris
hinted.

"Yeah, me too, dude but why don't we go upstairs and see what we can do to
keep David's head on straight?"

"Too late for that, aren't we?" Chris grinned wickedly.

Jason caught the hidden pun and giggled.  "You know what I meant.  Come
on," and he led the way upstairs, Chris and Jimmy trailed behind.  Chris
admired the view in front of him the entire way as he watched Jason's cute
ass power its way up the stairs.  He couldn't help but start to grow
wood--he knew would never be able to get enough of that sexy, and funny,
and loving Jason.  He'd found himself a real boyfriend at last!  But for
now there was David and his problem to deal with first.

"Look who I found!" Jason announced excited as he entered David's room.

"Hey Chris!  How ya doin'?" David greeted Chris.

"I'm fine, the question is, how are you doing?"

"Could be better, dude.  A lot better.  Did Jason tell ya about Tristan and
what happened in Lubbock?"

"Yeah, I know about it.  Don't worry, we're here for you no matter what!"

"I know..and it really helps knowing that."  David gestured to the news
coverage on the TV.  He continued by saying, "They are still trying to
reach all of the people that have been trapped under the wreckage of that
motel..Tris could be in there..." David's eyes took on a haunted, mournful
look as he voiced his deepest fears.

"Hey dude, we're gonna just have to sit here and wait it out with ya.  But
we can't just sit around staring at each other all day....well maybe Jason
could but that his personal problem!" Chris winked over at Jason as he was
teasing him.

"Yeah, but we won't get into that just now, right Chris?  Maybe later we'll
see who gets into what," Jason retorted with a grin.

Glancing over and Jimmy standing there listening to the innuendo with
intent interest made David nervous.  That more than anything made David
anxious to steer the conversation onto safer ground.  "Maybe we could play
a board game or something so we can keep CNN playing cuz the video games
will keep me from watching what's going on in Lubbock.  Ummmmm, we could
play Risk or Monopoly or Trivial Pursuit or Yatzee."

"Yeah, sure."  "Okay."  "Can I play too?"  Of course, that was from Jimmy.

"Guys, is it OK if Jimmy plays?" David asked with a shrug of his shoulder.

"No problemo."  That was Jason.  "Sure, why not?"  Chris took his cue from
Jason.

"AWESOME!" Jimmy shouted ecstatically!

"Okay, now what is it gonna be?  I'm up for Risk or Monopoly, what about
you guys?"  David didn't want to have to concentrate too much so he
suggested his old favorites.

"Monopoly!" Jimmy insisted. "I wanna play Monopoly so I can get lots of
hotels and bankrupt you guys!"

"Sounds good to me," Chris said looking over at Jason.  "Sure, as long as I
get the racing car token."  Jason was like that.  He wanted the icon which
reflected his personality best and Jason was always zooming around with
boundless energy...that is until he would run out of energy which was
usually midnight or so!

"Jimmy, go get the game would ya?" David asked.  Jimmy spun around and
dashed out - he was so excited he was being included in the game with the
older boys!  David said after Jimmy left the room, "Thanks guys for letting
Jimmy play - see how excited and happy that made him?"

"Hey, we're killing time with ya and its fine - he's cute.  Too bad,
though, we can't play the special rules," Jason grinned and looked over at
Chris, "The ones where you lose the shirt off of your back before you go
bankrupt!"

"You lose anything else besides the shirt off of your back?" Chris smirked
back at him.

"Yeah, we'll have to play that way sometime," Jason guffawed.  "Like Jimmy
did this morning!  You shoulda seen him when David and I were gonna give
him the cold shower treatment!"  Jason quickly told Chris the "bare bones"
of Jimmy interrupting their shower and his reaction.

Then Jimmy came racing back.  "I want the dog," he declared as he entered.
"David, are you gonna be the top hat like you usually are?"

"I guess so, if Chris doesn't want it."

"Nah, I wanted to be the cannon myself," Chris bumped David a little as he
said that.

Jason shot back with a grin and the two of them smiled at each other,
trading looks of promise for later.

So the game of Monopoly was set up and each boy got his starting cash and
the game began.  It was a typical game, the boys scrambling for choice
properties and building houses and hotels as they went.  The day wore on,
David becoming increasingly quiet and despondent as he watched the news
reports showing victim after victim being pulled from the rubble of the
motel.  His heart would fall a little with each one, afraid the person
would be Tristan.  Many of the victims were dead, driving home the brutal
reality of the natural disaster.

Once the telephone rang during the game and David's heart soared as he
hoped it was Tristan calling.  In a flash he answered it, only to return
with a downcast expression on his face.  "No, it wasn't Tristan," he
reported dejectedly.  "Only Brad wanting to talk with Ashley."

David was the first to lose - his heart wasn't in the game and he had to be
reminded when it was his turn much of the time.  Jason couldn't stand it
any longer, he wanted something to happen instead of this endless waiting
and waiting.  "Why don't you try calling the motel number again?" he
suggested.  "Maybe its working now and you can find out about Tris."

"Great idea!" David was re-energized by the prospect of maybe hearing about
Tristan and went straight to the phone, dialing the number from memory.
David was awesome at how he could remember numbers!  After many many rings
the phone was answered at the other end!  David's heart was hammering and
he could hardly talk he was so nervous.  The other boys could hear his
voice from out in the hall as he spoke.  "Hello?  Ummmmmm, yeah.  I'm
trying to find out about my friend Tristan Cochran who was staying your
motel last night....they might be registered under the name of Randall
Cochran.  Did they check out or do you know if they were hurt in the
tornado? You can't?  How can I find out then?  Oh....well, thanks anyway."

David came into the room even more depressed than he was before.  He slowly
looked at the others and told them, "They can't tell me anything because
their records were destroyed and the police are only talking to relatives
who are reporting missing persons.  I'm just plain screwed because I'm not
a relative...Oh God I wish Tristan would call!"  David's voice caught as he
voiced his feelings.

"There's nothing else to do then but wait, huh?" Jason put his arm around
David trying to comfort him.

"Guess not.  Hey guys, I don't feel much like doing anything else today
except to be by myself.  Could ya check with me tomorrow or something?
Maybe Tristan will have called by then."

"Sure thing Davey, if that's what you want.  I'll call you later," Jason
said softly.  Then more brightly he turned and said to Chris, "Let's head
over to my place, kay dude?"

Jason, Chris, and Jimmy all quietly left David to be alone except for the
sound of the TV's drone in the background.  David's eyes dripped tears as
he plopped down on his bed and waited with a grieving heart for word about
the fate of the boy he loved.  As he thought about Tristan, David's guts
were churning he felt so sick.  After who knows what amount of time, he
laid down on his bed and stared at the wall, trying to only see Tristan
again during their adventures on the farm instead of in a hospital or at a
funeral.  Finally, totally depressed and sick with worry, David fell
asleep.