Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 15:40:50 -0800 (PST)
From: D.Z. <ndman72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys in School 5

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.

I have been remiss by not giving the acknowledgement and applause due Eric
Case, an author who has a huge following of his own in this genre.  I have
tremendously enjoyed collaborating with Eric as we weave his After the
Dance series and this series together.  Saying "Thanks Eric Buddy" just
doesn't seem to be sufficient!  The flippant Jason is an incredible
character to work with and I appreciate to no end the fact that Eric has
allowed me to include him and Jason's partner Chris in my Boys in School
series!  I have also been remiss in not mentioning that you can visit
Eric's web site, named the BookCASE, where you can find all of Eric's
writings as well as those of other authors (including mine).  The address
to the BookCASE is http://thebookcase.tripod.com.

Another person needs to be recognized as well.  I also want to credit the
contributions by a steadfast fan of mine, Jason from Boston.  Jason helped
me recover from a bout of writer's block and helped me get going on the
plot in this chapter!  If you don't like it, we'll blame Jason.  Hehe.
Just kidding Jason, really!

OK, enough of my yakking.  Here's what you have been waiting to read:
Chapter 5!


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

Chapter 5.

It had been a night that Tristan would never forget.  It was significant
for many reasons, all of which had a lasting effect in his life.  First,
the motel that he and his dad were staying in was severely damaged in a
tornado which had struck with scant seconds of warning.  Once the tornado
had passed there was no electricity so they had decided to stay in their
room - actually the bathroom because the windows to their room were broken
out - and wait for daylight or for someone to come with a light so they
could leave.  From that time on, Tristan had a fear of severe storms.

The second reason he would never forget that night was because it was the
night he came out to his dad that he was gay and in love with David.  When
he had blurted out his feelings for David in the midst of his terror of the
tornado Tristan not only faced his fear of the forces of nature, but his
fear of rejection from his dad.  It was an agonizing choice because Randy
was the parent who raised him.  Tristan didn't see his mother very often,
as she was an alcoholic and he didn't like having to cope with her unstable
moods.  To Tristan's immense surprise and relief, his dad, Randy, calmly
accepted Tristan's coming out and they had a father-son talk the likes of
which they hadn't had since the divorce.

The third and final reason was that it was then they agreed that moving to
Lubbock was not the thing that either of them really wanted to do.  Tristan
never wanted to move there, but it took the first hand experience of the
local climate plus the realization of the severity of the consequences the
move would play in Tristan's life that made Randy decide to pass up the
promotion.

Father and son dozed fitfully on the bathroom floor in an uncomfortable
heap of blankets torn from the beds in their haste to find shelter from the
tornado.  Damp, cold air spilled into their room through the broken windows
and it prompted them to keep the bathroom door closed in order to conserve
warmth so thus they passed the remainder of the night, waiting for daylight
so they could see enough to gather their belongings and abandon the once
luxurious motel suite.  The closed door prevented them from seeing the
flashing lights of the emergency vehicles that arrived on the opposite side
of the motel in a agonizingly slow response to the collapsed portion of the
very same building they occupied.

Dawn had finally arrived.  Randy checked his watch after waking up, sore
and stiff from sleeping on the hard floor at 6:30 a.m.  "Rise and shine
there Tristan.  It's 6:30 and its dawn.  Let's get our luggage together and
get out of here."

Tristan slowly and silently rose from the floor, grabbing at the blankets
when his skin hit the cold, clammy air invading their bathroom sanctuary.
He followed his dad out into the bedroom and what they saw jolted them wide
awake.  Most obvious was the way their room was trashed by the winds
entering through the broken windows.  Furnishings, papers, and their
clothes were strewn throughout the room along with other storm debris.  It
was a total mess!  When they looked up and outside in the dim light of
dawn, the landscape had been altered from that of a thriving city to the
devastation a person would expect to see in a war zone.  Not a single
building in sight was undamaged and most of them were completely ruined.

They stared at the scene before them and then looked at each other in
consternation.  "That tornado must have been really bad--it's trashed this
city!" Tristan exclaimed.

"We're really lucky to be alive by the looks of things out there," Randy
said in a low voice.  "Find your stuff and we'll get out of here and wrap
up our business so we can go home."

"YES!  Yes, Yes Yes!" Tristan exclaimed and started to hurriedly dig
through the mess in their room, looking for his things.  It wasn't as easy
as you would think!  He found his duffel bag in the corner of the room, but
it was mostly empty!  The raging winds swirling through the room took most
of his clothes as an offering to the god of Chaos.  Draped over a lamp was
one of his shirts, and he found one of his boxer shorts in a sodden pile
near the window.  Randy was faring somewhat better since his suitcase was
closed and latched at the time.  Even it had been disturbed by the high
winds and was found in another corner.

Finally they had salvaged what they could find of their belongings and were
ready to leave.  Randy opened to the door to their room.  They were
trapped!  The ceiling had fallen down and the hallway was full of
splintered wall debris from the opposite side of the building, which had
collapsed as a result of the tornado.  "Oh my God!  Look at that!  That
screeching, booming noise we heard last night was the other side of this
building going down!  We are so lucky to have been on this side of the
building!" Randy turned around in the doorway and stared at Tristan with an
incredulous, stunned look.

"Now what are we gonna do, Dad?" Tristan asked.

"We're going to have to get some help to get out of here, that's what. Try
the phone first, see if it's working."

Tristan picked up the phone and listened for a dial tone.  There was none.
"There's no dial tone, Dad.  Now what do we do?"

Randy stood there and looked around for a minute before answering, "We'll
have to clean up the broken glass around a window so we can watch for
someone outside we can holler to.  Then maybe we'll get help to get out of
here.  Let's use that bedspread to protect our hands from cutting them on
the glass.  You scrape up the loose glass on the floor while I try pulling
the broken shards out of the window frame."

The two Cochrans went to work, removing the broken glass so they could
safely use the window to watch for a potential rescuer.  Before long Randy
had the longer splinters of glass pulled out of the frame and was breaking
the stubs too short for his fingers to pull out with a heavy ashtray.  When
he was done with that they covered the bottom window frame with the folded
bedspread so they could lean out the window without cutting themselves.

The sun had risen well above the horizon and the temperature was coming up
rapidly.  Combined with the steamy humidity it was becoming quite warm
outdoors compared to the drier heat of the northern climate they came from.
Randy watched out the window for half an hour only seeing a few emergency
vehicles weaving their way around mounds of wreckage.  He shouted and waved
his arms to no avail.  Turning from the window, sweat droplets running
freely down his face Randy motioned to Tristan, "Come and take a turn at
this, Tristan.  We'll take turns watching about every half hour or so."

"Kay, Dad.  You look pretty hot alright.  What are we going to do for
water?  It looks like you could use some."

"Welllllll, what do we have for drinks?  I have a small bottle of water
that I didn't drink last night.  Do you have any sodas left?" Randy asked
as he was stripping off his shirt, showing his chest hair matted down with
sweat and wet trickles running down his flat stomach.  That was one thing
Tristan liked about his dad, that he didn't let himself get overweight and
out of shape.

"Only one and its warm."

"Even so, its liquid.  I doubt there is running water in the bathroom, but
I'll check it."  Randy went into the bathroom and immediately reported,
"Nope, no water coming out of the pipes.  About the only water there would
be is in the toilet tank.  If you use the toilet, don't flush it!  We're
gonna have to use the water in the tank if we are trapped here for a
while."

"Ewwwww, that's gross Dad!  Drinking water out of the toilet?  No way!"

"It won't seem so gross to you, Tristan, when you are so thirsty that you
would kill for a drink of water.  Besides, that water is as clean as the
water that comes out of the tap - germs from the toilet bowl don't get into
the storage tank."

Tristan grimaced as he shook his head 'no' while replying, "Still, I'd have
to be pretty darn thirsty before I'd do it."

The morning passed slowly, Randy and Tristan took turns watching for
someone to look up their way so - they tried waving and shouting several
times but no one looked and no one heard them.  Without air conditioning
and in the still air of the morning that trashed room was a sweat box.
Their shirts came off soon and helped them stay in some degree of comfort.
Tristan and Randy each tried several times to attract the attention of
vehicles which drove by, but no one saw them, trapped as they were up on
the 9th floor of the ruined building.  By morning's end they had drank
their bottled liquids.

As noon passed and the sun swung around to their side of the building, the
sunlight poured in, raising the temperature inside to a highly
uncomfortable level....the thermostat on the wall pegged out at 100
degrees.  Sweating profusely in the still air, their pants and shorts
became extremely uncomfortable.  Father and son were reduced to their
underwear to have any kind of bearable comfort.  Tristan was embarrassed
and shy at first to be mostly naked like that in front of his dad since he
only had briefs to wear.  He knew his dad could mostly see how much he had
grown into a young man, because Tristan could also see exactly what his dad
packed into his briefs - which was a great plenty!

Tristan tried shielding his groin with his hands as he would move to the
window and back into the small spot of shade along one wall until Randy
finally had to say, "Tristan, there is no need for you to do that.  You are
a healthy young man and you have no reason to be ashamed of your body.  I
have always known you were built like me so you don't have to hide
yourself, OK?  It's not like we're totally naked and lacking in civilized
behavior...so don't worry about it."

"Ummmmm, well, OK Dad," Tristan kind of mumbled while looking away.  Then
he looked up directly at his dad the first time since they took their pants
off.  "Like what did you mean you've always known I was built like you?"

"Remember the pictures of me in that old album when I was growing up?  We
look a lot the same at the various stages of growth for one thing.  And, I
can see how you've grown to have pretty much the same body structure I
do...I bet we wear mostly the same size clothes by now.  And the last thing
is that I used to give you a bath, remember?  So I knew what's between your
legs too.  Last time I looked you were a male, still are, right?"

"Uh, yeah."  Tristan didn't really know what else to say so he just
accepted the fact that it didn't bother his dad that they were practically
nude together.  And, as the sweat poured from their bodies they soon felt
its effects and both of them dipped water out of the toilet tank to drink.
Tristan held out longer but finally gave in to the demands of his
dehydrated body.

Late in the afternoon, and without warning, their room shook and they heard
the remaining structure give off a groan of protest.  "This place is slowly
collapsing!" Randy instantly concluded and he snatched a pillowcase to wave
out the window.  "We're gonna have to get really serious about getting out
of here before it falls down around our heads."

Tristan leapt up and looked around before opening the door to the hallway
to check if he could see what was shifting.  To his utter amazement the
hallway was open to the world since the disaster recovery teams had begun
shifting wreckage looking for trapped people.  He could see some fire
engines and heavy equipment gathered around the rubble of the collapsed
motel.

"Dad, quick look here!  There's all kinds of people on this side that has
fallen.!"  Tristan had forgotten by now that he was clad only in his briefs
as he began to shout and wave his arms.  "UP HERE, LOOK UP HERE!  WE CAN'T
GET OUT!"

Immediately heads looked up at him and several were pointing.  Arms were
not the only thing pointing at Tristan - he had attracted the attention of
Roberta Day and the camera person still covering the rescue effort.  The
camera zoomed in to fill the picture with the image of Tristan standing in
the doorway wearing only his underwear and outlined with the light shining
from behind.

The timing of Tristan's appearance was most fortunate, or inopportune,
depending on how you look at it.  At that very moment Roberta Day was
giving a live update on the rescue efforts and the rehearsed quality of her
voice changed as she described the sight which greeted them nine floors up.
"...as the dust from the shifting wreckage of the motel has cleared we have
had a very welcome surprise nine floors up.  A young man has appeared in
the doorway of an apparently undamaged room on the opposite side of this
wing.  He's shouting for help but appears to be uninjured...he's wearing a
minimum of clothing.  Oh, another person briefly has made an
appearance....he looked to be older in the short glimpse we had of him.
Now the young man has disappeared from view.  We will keep you posted on
the rescue efforts and exactly how the rescue team here will get those
people trapped on the ninth floor to safety.  Roberta Day, CNN News,
reporting."

This live news report appeared on every television set in the nation that
was tuned into the natural disaster scenes at Lubbock.  At is happened,
Jason and Chris, who were now at Chris' house, had the television set tuned
in to CNN in order to stay informed about the events there.  They had
interrupted their activities when the live update from Roberta Day had come
on.  Though his face was shadowed from direct sunlight, it was obvious who
that young man was to Jason.  It was Tristan and he was OK!  Jason fell
over laughing as he realized who and what he was seeing.  "Hahahahaha!
Ohmygosh Chris, it's Tristan on TV!  The porno star's not even wearing any
clothes!!  Hahahahahahaha, geeez! Millions of people are watching, all
worried about the people in the hotel, so Tris decides to put on a peep
show for em! YAAAAAAAAYY TRISTAN!! Here I was thinkin DAVID is the one who
likes to flaunt himself HAHA ohhhh man!"

"Hehehe.. are you sure that's him?" Chris asked giggling at his boyfriend's
glee and usual sense of humor.

"Almost positive, plus who else would show up mostly naked at the scene of
a tornado?!  Oh, I gotta call David and tell him Tristan's a bigger nudist
than he is!  Can I use your phone?"  Jason asked breathlessly while trying
to control his mirth momentarily.

"Course you can use my phone.  There it is right there," Chris indicated
with a wave of his hand.

Jason giggled continuously as he jumped over to the phone and dialed
David's number.

Meanwhile at the Brandt house David was dreaming again.  No matter whether
he was awake or sleeping Tristan was the focus of his heart and mind.
David was so worried about what had happened to Tristan it was making him
physically ill.  He couldn't eat and the little his mother had made him eat
for their evening dinner came right back up almost as soon as he left the
table.  His head ached something fierce and the only thing he could do was
lay on his bed, hoping and praying and wishing that Tristan would call so
David would know he was OK.  The call hadn't come and by now the day was
mostly gone.  David became more and more depressed and deeply grieved the
absence of the boy who was his best friend and during the past two weeks
had been his lover.

With his pillow over his head to shut out the world, David retreated to the
solace of his memories and dreams of Tristan.  In his dream state David saw
the door open slowly and silently.  He peeked his eyes open and he could
see the indistinct outline of Tristan standing there, his features dark and
hidden but his body and curly hair outlined with bright light.  Tristan
just stood there looking back at him, silently waiting and watching David.

David held his breath.  Was it really Tristan?  Then his heart nearly
stopped with sudden fear. "What if it was Tristan coming to see him before
leaving him forever?"  Paralyzed with apprehension, David fearfully waited
to see what fate had ordained for his lover.  The pounding of his heart
filled his ears and his lungs, starved for oxygen, sucked in a long,
shuddering breath.

Tristan's dark brown eyes, full of love and concern, gazed into David's
face.  Without speaking Tristan began shedding his clothes until he stood
there with only his briefs on and then finally, he spoke, "Davie-babe, why
aren't you saying anything?  Don't you want me here?"

"Tris, is it really you?  Are you here for real, you're home and not dead?"
All of David's pent-up anxiety poured into those words as he spoke aloud
from within his dream state.

Tristan sat on the bed, reached over and shook him.

"David.  David, wake up, you're dreaming."  It was his mother shaking him.
"Jason is on the phone and says he has to talk to you.  Hurry up now and
answer the phone."

"What does he want?  Tell him I don't want to."

"David, go talk to him.  I mean it.  Now."  Her tone of voice was the one
that didn't take no for an answer.

David, still groggy and disoriented from his dream of Tristan, stumbled out
into the hallway and answered the phone.  "Jase, what's so important that
my mom would wake me up and make me talk on the phone?" he asked grumpily.

"David, you should be watching CNN! How can you SLEEP at a time like this,
when your boyfriend's putting on a strip tease for all of North America?!"

"Jason what the hell are you talkin about?" David asked a little confused
and still grumpy over being woken up.

"I swear I just saw Tristan, your boyfriend, on NATIONAL television dude!
They showed someone trapped way up in that wrecked hotel!  I told ya to
just think positive, didn't I?  And aren't you glad now that I called?"

Afraid to believe Jason's boundless optimism David questioned, "Like how
sure are you that it was Tristan?"

"Pretty sure.  I couldn't see his face real clear because of the shadow,
but it was his profile I could see....just about the whooole profile too
since he wasn't wearing any clothes!  Hahahahaha.  He's just as bad as you
David! Man, I think there's something in the water up at that farm of your
grandparents' HAHA!  Turns you all into horny gay nudists! Hahahaha," Jason
giggled with his usual unrestrained mirth.

"Did he look like he was ok and everything?" David was still worried that
his Tris was hurt because of the dream he was having before getting woken
up.

"He looked okay to me dude, but I couldn't really tell! Hehe, it's pretty
hot, and it looks like they're trapped up there right now, so he's probably
bored and all, so I guess that's where the whole 'disrobing' came from!
When in doubt...take off ALL your clothes! HAHA damn I love you guys, y'all
are the best!" Jason said maintaining the same high energy. "You gotta see
it though, David, cause they're trapped and all..." Jason trailed off, and
started giggling again as he replayed the memory of Tristan in the doorway.

David's crushing load of worry was considerably lightened by now and he
sounded much more like his usual self now.  "Thanks for calling me, Jase!
Sorry I was so cranky.  Talk to you later, dude!  I gotta go watch and see
this for myself!"  With that being said, David hung up the phone and dashed
back into his room to turn up the sound on his TV to hear what was
happening in Lubbock.

 "....a man and a teenaged boy trapped on the ninth floor of the Quality
Suites Inn.  As of yet, there is no way to get them down.  The fire
department can't reach that high with their ladder trucks and both ends of
the building that contain the stairways have totally collapsed.  Efforts
are underway to locate a helicopter and rescue team that can reach the pair
in their precarious position.  OK, the boy has reappeared after suddenly
ducking back into the room - it looks like he has donned some clothes now.
The heat has been scorchingly hot here again today along with high
humidity, making it doubly difficult for the tornado survivors and rescue
workers."  Roberta Day pressed one hand to her ear and took on an aura of
listening before looking back into the camera.  "I was just told that a
military rescue helicopter has been contacted and will be on the scene in
half an hour.  We'll be back covering this rescue scene in 20 minutes.
This is Roberta Day, CNN News, reporting from Lubbock, Texas."

During her entire report the camera had been focused on the door to
Tristan's room and so it was that David saw Tristan reappear.  The light
was not the best because of the late evening shadows but David could see
that it was his Tris- dude that reappeared.  David could tell Tristan had
better days than this one because Tristan's hair was sweaty and his usual
tight curls were sticking out all over.  And it was obvious too that
Tristan was not hurt.  The tension evaporated suddenly in David's body,
leaving him strangely giddy and now he was excited.  He bounced out of his
room and downstairs to find his parents watching the same scene on the
television in the family room.  "Did you see Tristan?"  David bubbled with
joy.  "And did you see how he's stuck up there...I wonder how they're going
to get him down with the helicopter.  What a ride that will be!"

His parents just looked at him.  Their son, the one that is usually so
self- controlled and calm was talking a mile a minute and looked as if he
would burst out of his skin he was so animated.  His dad, Dan, answered,
"Probably they'll use a harness to winch them up out of there with it being
a military rescue helicopter.  Are you feeling better now that you know how
Tristan is doing?"

"Yeah Dad, I'm feeling a lot better now.  Mom, is there something I can
eat?"  David's stomach was rumbling with the hunger than had been
suppressed all day from anxiety.  "I need something fast so I can watch
them get Tristan down from there."

"Yes hon, I can get you a plate of the supper you didn't want.  It'll be
just a minute."

"Thanks Mom, I'm starved!"

David bolted down the food his body was craving and was finishing as CNN
came back to the hotel scene to show the greenish military helicopter
hovering over the wrecked building.  A helmeted figure was being lowered on
a cable and slowly was being dropped onto the small amount of hallway floor
remaining outside the door to Tristan's room.  There was Randy reaching out
from the doorway while hanging on with one hand to assist the rescuer
inside.  And then he was down and in the room while the helicopter
clattered above.

After a couple of minutes of waiting the helmeted figure was seen assisting
Tristan out the doorway.  Tristan was buckled into the harness and was
clutching his suitcase.  As the helicopter lifted him the helmeted guy gave
Tristan a push away from the building, swinging him out as the cable was
winched up.  The helicopter slowly moved over to a clear zone and after
slowly sinking some, lowered Tristan via the cable down to the ground where
fire department personnel helped him get free of the harness.  Tristan was
helped off to the side while the helicopter positioned itself to rescue
Randy.  After a few attempts to maneuver the harness within reach of the
rescuer inside the doorway, Randy had his turn at being lowered to safety.
And now he was being unharnessed and led off to the side where Tristan was
waiting!

David sat in front of the TV, totally engrossed in everything that was
happening but was totally surprised when the camera shifted to Roberta Day
standing there with Tristan, her microphone held up between them.  "I have
with me Tristan Cochran who was trapped in the hotel room nine stories up
waiting all day for help.  What was it like in your room when the tornado
struck last night?"

"It was really scary.  I was screaming my head off and I couldn't even hear
myself because of the noise it made.  We heard this terrible groaning
screeching noise when the other side of the hotel fell down.  Then
afterwards it was totally quiet...and cold so we stayed in the bathroom
with the door shut because the windows were broken out and everything and
there was no electricity so we couldn't see hardly anything."

Roberta turned to her other side as the camera followed and now Randy came
into view, looking bedraggled.  His shirt was wrinkled and buttoned only
half ways up, his face showing dark stubble, and his hair was plastered
down to his head where it wasn't sticking out.  "And you are the father of
this boy, is that right?  And what is your name, sir?"

"My name is Randall Cochran and yes, this is my son, Tristan."

"What brought you to Lubbock and this incredible adventure you have had?"

Looking tired and exhausted Randy answered, "I was interviewing for a
position at Acme Manufacturing.  We certainly didn't expect to be in danger
of losing our lives when we came here."

"What are your plans now?"

"Our plans are to go home and be extremely thankful for the lives we have
there and for each other," Randy stated as a hint of emotion crept into his
voice.

"Tristan, do you have anything to add for our viewers?"

"Yes I do.  I have a friend at home named David that I can't wait to get
back to and tell him all the news!"

Roberta smiled at Tristan's youthful enthusiasm as she concluded, "Well, if
he's watching he knows already the good news that you are here and safe.
We have seen a dramatic rescue of Randall and Tristan Cochran, two lucky
survivors plucked from the wreckage of the Quality Suites Inn.  This is
Roberta Day reporting from Lubbock, Texas".

Those words were like bright sunlight streaming in through the windows of
David's soul.  The darkness of worry and despair had been dispelled by
seeing Tristan alive and well on CNN no less!  He couldn't help but show
his feelings of relief and joy after all those hours he was silently
grieving by grinning constantly and happily buzzing around the house.

At one point his dad, Dan, remarked, "I haven't seen you this excited and
happy since the time you won the Little League championship.  Were you that
worried about Tristan?"  David's highly unusual behavior lately had Dan a
little concerned about David's reaction and the apparent closeness between
the two boys.

David thought fast before replying so as to deflect his dad's sudden
interest in his friendship with Tristan.  "Well yeah, Dad, of course I was.
David's my best friend.  Why shouldn't I have been worried about him?"

"I didn't mean you shouldn't care what happens to Tristan, but he's not
your whole world.  You have other friends and your family to include in
your life too."

Thinking to himself David mentally replied, "Yeah right Dad...wouldn't you
freak if you knew that David WAS my whole world and that we are like having
sex together."  Translating that thought to something acceptable to his dad
David answered, "Yeah Dad.  You're right.  And I have lots of other friends
so you don't need to worry about that, OK?"

"That's good David.  Don't get me wrong - I'm glad they weren't hurt but it
seemed you were taking it too hard."

There it was, the caution flag was out to remind David that his dad would
be aware of any signs of "queer" behavior and would react to it.  David
renewed his resolve not to let his family know anything about the depth of
his relationship with Tristan before putting a smile on his face and
answering, "No problem dad.  Everything's fine."  Thankfully that ended the
conversation and David went outside to shoot some hoops.  He was still
pumped from the excitement of hearing about his Tris and couldn't bear the
thought of having to control his energy level due to staying indoors.

David played hoops for over an hour, pushing himself hard the entire time
until he was feeling tired and sweaty.  He went inside and headed up to
take a shower.  He still wished Tristan was there to take a shower with him
but at least now he knew Tristan was OK and would be coming back, at least
for a little if they did move to Lubbock permanently.  David refused to
think about that for now, focusing rather on what he would say and do when
the boy he loved was it home again with him.  As David washed himself and
luxuriated under the enveloping warmth of the water, he imagined Tristan's
arms around him, holding him close and the two of them becoming as one in
body and soul.  His body responded to his memories of the lovemaking they
had over the course of the past two weeks.  His breathing grew short, his
erection straining and yearning for the stimulation it craved.  His
bunghole clenched repeatedly as David discovered he had an itch that only
Tristan could reach with his magnificent love rod.

Copiously lathering his body, David imagined that it was Tristan that was
bathing him and giving him the sensuous attention he had grown addicted to.
David never before realized how his chest and nipples could be sources of
erotic pleasure, and after teasing his nipples into hardened nubs of
arousal his hands dropped down his nearly hairless belly to his crotch.
His manhood stood stiffly at attention, the reddish helmeted head revealed.
Oh sure, what he was doing to himself felt good, but it wasn't the same as
if it were Tristan.  David wanted to save himself for Tristan's return,
which he hoped would be soon since he could feel his sex urge becoming more
and more insistent as time wore on.  His glands were full of man juice and
they were arousing his brain's erotic pathways with their primal erotic
drums.

David rinsed himself off and hopped out of the shower, his aching cock
bouncing slightly as David dried himself.  David couldn't help but hope
Tristan came home really soon so he could recapture all of the things he
found he dearly missed that came with Tristan's presence; the deep love
they had developed with each other and the exquisite pleasures they found
with each other's bodies.

BANG BANG BANG.  Wouldn't you know it, it was Jimmy pounding on the
bathroom door again.  "David, let me in, I gotta go pee."

"Jimmy, why is it every time I take a shower you gotta go to the bathroom?"
David shouted back at him.

"I dunno, I just do.  Let me in!" Jimmy shouted back.

Angrily David wrapped the towel around his waist and yanked the door open.
"There, now you can go pee. I'm outa here."  David snatched up his clothes
and stalked into his room to dress, leaving the bathroom door wide open in
revenge for Jimmy's interruption.

"David, you forgot to close the door!" Jimmy protested over the sounds of
his stream hitting the water.

David firmly shutting his bedroom door was the only answer Jimmy got.
David dressed in some comfortable sweat pants and a T-shirt and spent the
rest of the evening in the basement working on his hobby in the workshop
there. He loved electronics and building electronic devices was his idea of
mental fun.  He would buy the supplies and kits from Radio Shack and was
presently involved in assembling complicated circuits for a remote garage
door opener which could be set to respond to different radio frequencies.
David really enjoyed building practical things that made life easier.

As David worked he thought about his dad, wondering why he had such an
obvious dislike to gays.  His dislike went beyond being a distaste for the
life style to being more of an acute sensitivity for detecting and then
vocally condemning people of the gay persuasion.  David searched through
his memories for any sign of gayness in his dad - any indication of
closeness with another male - and found none.  In fact, as David thought
about it critically, his dad was pretty reserved in showing his emotions
and expressing affection towards his sons.  He knew that if his dad found
out what he and Tristan had done and how they loved each other there would
be an eruption that would make Mount Vesuvius seem tame.  No matter how
hard he tried, David couldn't figure out why his dad took such a strong
dislike to gays.

Time flew by as David considered his dad's attitude and the implications it
held for him.  He resolved to keep his love for Tristan hidden as best he
could.  And, if Tristan moved away it wouldn't be so hard to do.  If, and
it was still an if, Tristan was able to stay then the two of them would
have to be careful of what they did outside of closed doors.  Almost
without noticing what he was doing David had assembled the various
resistors, transistors, capacitors, and wires into another miracle of
electronics as his mind was preoccupied with the conflict of values between
the two most important men in his life...Tristan, the boy he loved, and his
dad.

"David, it's getting late.  Why don't you bring up the ice cream so we can
have some before bedtime," his mother called down the stairs to him.

"Sure Mom, just a minute while I finish soldering this resistor in."  David
soldered the ends of the resistor, a thin stream of smoke curling up and
leaving small dots of solder connecting the tiny barrel-shaped electronic
piece to a myriad of others on the green circuit board.  David unplugged
his soldering iron and diligently put his things away before snapping off
the workbench light, then taking the ice cream out of the freezer and up to
the kitchen for his dad to dish up.

His whole family loved ice cream and it was their usual late evening snack.
Mint with chocolate pieces was his personal favorite but they had plain
vanilla presently which was OK too.  David could always liven it up with
peanuts and chocolate syrup!  So he ate his ice cream with the rest of the
family, everyone talking about the everyday topics that a family shares.
Tristan and the tornado were discussed as well, reminding David once more
that he was lonely without his Tris and making him wonder where Tristan was
and why he hadn't called yet.

The whole family followed their normal end of day routine, each of them
taking their turns in the bathroom and getting ready to retire to their
bedrooms for the night.  David was feeling extremely lonely as this was the
first night that he was going to bed entirely by himself and it was an
incredibly solitary feeling.  He did feel better than last night when he
had no idea whether Tristan was hurt or killed by the tornado, but he was
still lonely and depressed.  Once and in bed and the lights off, the
oblivion of sleep came slowly while David wondered why Tristan hadn't
called.

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Yes it has taken me a long time to get this chapter posted!  It has been
the most difficult one of them all to do.  And I ended up having to split
chapter 5 in half because it was getting way too big and I wanted to spend
more time with the second half to finish it properly.  Soooooo, this is
chapter 5 and it won't take me too long to have chapter 6 posted since its
mostly written already.  The "real good stuff" is in chapter 6.  Sorry to
keep you waiting for it.