Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2000 15:38:04 -0700 (PDT) From: D.Z. <ndman72@yahoo.com> Subject: Boys in School - 7 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. PREFACE: I'd like to share a thought or two about a realization that came to me while I was writing this chapter. The realization I made has to do with the power of words. Jonathon from Amarillo, Texas wrote me a short email in which he told me that my words changed his world. Whoa, my words changed his world? Which words did that? I thought I was just writing a story here and now my words are changing a world for this guy? I tell you with all sincerity that I hope that the changes I've influenced in his world are the right ones and ones which ultimately prove to be "good" ones for him. That one comment of his caused me to start thinking about the power of words that each of us can wield. It isn't only me, a so-called writer that utilizes the power of words. Each of US uses powerful words in our daily lives. Its amazing to think those simple four letter words can carry so much power. Here are some examples of words that have positive power behind them....LOVE, KISS, HOLD, LIKE, HOPE, and WISH. And here are some words that convey negative power....HATE, KILL, DENY, HURT, PAIN, and RAPE. These aren't the only words that have a powerful meaning to them--just some that have a power far beyond the 4 small letters they are composed of. Other words of POSITIVE power with more than 4 letters might include ACCEPTANCE, RESPECT, KINDNESS, SELF-ESTEEM, FAIRNESS, HONESTY, CONSIDERATION, FORGIVENESS, HONOR, AND REVERENCE. Which words do you use most often? Is your life filled with positive words or negative words? If your answer is "negative words" then start immediately to change it. You may need to change your viewpoint towards life, or to work to change your exposure and/or reactions to other's negative words. Remember one other thing though - the only person you can change is yourself. I guarantee that the more words of positive power you practice in your life, the happier you will be deep inside. As you read this chapter about David and Tristan, you might think about how each character in the story is using the power of words (either intentionally or not) in their daily interactions. Like I said before, it was an amazing realization for me as I thought what power mere words can exert in our daily lives. I didn't mean for this to turn into a sermon, but Jonathon's words made a huge impact on me. Thank you, Jonathon. DAVID & TRISTAN-BOYS IN SCHOOL. by D.Z. Chapter 7. "Wait a sec, David." Tristan said in an odd tone of voice. He hadn't moved from the bike rack in front of the school where the two boys had parked their bikes. "Whatsa matter?" David asked as he stopped and turned back to face Tristan. Tristan grimaced before admitting, "I'm kinda nervous. What if I look really dumb today? I don't know very much about football you know and well, you know." "No, what do I know?" David wasn't being any help at all. Tristan motioned for David to come back with his hand and then said to him quietly, "You do too know. Like what about being in the locker room with all those guys...what if I start getting a chubby?" David snickered and then looked up at Tristan with a grin. "So how would they know? You always look like you have a chubby. I'm the only one that's gonna know for sure besides you. Cut guys like you are lucky that way, it doesn't show as much as mine. My 'skin is an automatic giveaway. Just put sex out of your head when you are in there. You can look but for God's sake don't say anything about what you see or touch anybody and you'll be fine. And don't stare at anybody, 'kay, or you'll get tagged for sure." "Oh, OK. You almost sound like you're gonna be jealous if I look at someone else." Tristan hesitated a moment and then added, "But don't you feel a little different now?" "Yeah, I feel different. I have a boyfriend. You. That's different all right. So who's gonna know? You think it's any different for anyone else who has lost their cherry? I don't. The juniors and seniors all brag about their sex lives at some point whether its true or not, and even some of the other sophomores might talk like they have. So let's go in there and just think about playing football. I'll show you the ropes and make you look good out there during practice so do what we planned for today. When I hand off the ball to you, just do what we practiced, remember?" David started walking towards the school again. Distracted from his worries, Tristan followed saying, "Oh yeah. You mean like when hand me the ball I'm supposed to tuck it close to my side like you showed me and run towards the biggest opening, right?" "Yup, that's basically it. There's a little more to it like learning how to gain maximum yardage but you'll soon learn stuff how to avoid a tackle attempt in practice." Their talking kept Tristan busy until finally David got Tristan inside the locker room and they found empty adjoining lockers. They claimed them by storing their gym bags inside. David looked over at Tristan who was standing there, still nervously waiting for David's lead. "Let's go get our equipment, dude," David prompted. "We need to get helmets, shoulder pads, and our gurdles checked out from the equipment room. "Gurdles? What the hell are those? I thought gurdles were for women!" Tristan exclaimed, tilting his head and looking at David with his mouth open. "Sheesh, Tristan. They're not like that! You'll see. Come on, the equipment room is this way," and David led the way deeper into the recesses of the athletic department. They met Brad Mills, whom they knew as the boyfriend of David's sister, carrying his equipment, all of which was completely new. Brad was the starting quarterback and he effortlessly sauntered down the hallway with his equipment. "Hey Brad!", David greeted the ruggedly handsome senior. "How's it going? You've met Tristan, right?" Tristan smiled at Brad and said, "Hey." "Hey David," Brad said smiling. "Yeah I've met Tristan before! Glad to see you've decided to go out for the team. We can use every good player we can get and you look like you can handle yourself well. What position are you guys going out for?" "Quarterback," David replied confidently with a little nod of his head. "Hey hey.. hope you're not trying to steal my position there Davie," Brad said in a playful tone. "How about you Tristan? What position do you want to play?" "David thinks I would be a good fullback so that's what I'm trying out for." "Sounds good to me! We lost two fullbacks to graduation and just between you and me, the 'starter' should just have both his arms cut off cause he can't use them to catch or block anyway," Brad said laughing. Tristan smiled back at Brad and said, "Kewl. Maybe I'll have a chance then." "Course you will. Just remember your main job will be to keep Davie-boy here from getting flattened by the other team and once in a while to run with the ball." That being said, Brad hitched up his equipment and headed back to the locker room to get dressed while David and Tristan proceeded once more to the equipment room. Sitting outside the storage room was Mr. Brown, the assistant football coach who was a new teacher last year. He was young and still in good shape and otherwise a kewl guy. He taught social studies and didn't mind that the team members called him by his first name, Rob, when no other adults were around. He was wearing a tank top that revealed a broad chest and those shorts that coaches always seem to wear. The guy was built! Tristan scoped him out as David did the talking. "Hey Mr. Brown! Tristan and I need to check out some gear. Tristan will need some help choosing a helmet though since this the first time he's gone out for football." "Hey guys! Are you sure you're not already wearing equipment? If not, you've grown since last year," Coach Brown said with his usual friendly smile. "You bet we have," David said emphatically. "We're gonna kick some butt out there this year, right Coach?" "That's the spirit! OK, go find some equipment that fits. Tristan, you're new to the team, aren't you?" "Yup. I went out for cross country and swimming last year." Tristan was still a little unsure of himself and it showed in his almost shy speaking. "Don't worry. You have the size we need on this team. We'll make a real man out of ya who can take and give a little punishment. Not like those wimps you left behind on the cross country team." Coach Brown laughed and winked at David. He added, "David, are you going to help Tristan get his equipment and see that it fits properly?" "Sure am, Coach! I'll get him handled." "Great." The coach's voice changed volume as he addressed another player. "Oh whassup, there Tyrone? Good to see ya back! Ready to play some serious football now that you're a senior?" David pulled Tristan over to the rack of football helmets. "Let's find some decent helmets first. Try to find one that fits that isn't all scarred up." "How do I know that it fits right?" "Put it on. If its loose on your head its too big. If it feels tight, its too small. Your head should fit inside comfortably without it being loose or too snug." "Kay. I'll try this one," Tristan said while picking up the nicest looking helmet and trying to put it over his head. He got it down to his ears and stopped. "Ouch! The darn thing won't even go over my ears!" he protested. David was bent over laughing. "Hahahaha. Tristan, that is an extra small helmet that nobody has ever been able to wear! Try a different one." "You dork! You coulda told me it wasn't going to fit!" Tristan punched David's shoulder in retaliation. He then tried another helmet. That one slid right on but you could see his head moving loosely inside as Tristan nodded it from side to side. "Here, try this one," David suggested handing a fairly nice one to Tristan while looking out through the face guard of the helmet he had found quickly and stuck over his head. "Yup. This one fits pretty good, I guess. My head isn't stuck tight in it but there's just a little room around my ears." "Good. That's the way it should be. Now you are number 72 and I am number 16. We'll get jerseys to match the numbers painted on our helmets. Next we have to get our shoulder pads and gurdles." "Yeah, I wanna see what these gurdles look like," Tristan muttered skeptically. David went over to a rack and started pulling these mesh kinda short things out that were marked by waist size. "Ummmmm, Tristan, your waist must be about a 34?" David guessed. "Yeah, that's right," Tristan answered with surprised. "How did you know? "Cuz I figured you would be about one size larger than me, that's how. Besides, I've seen all of you there is to see and so I could make a good guess." "Oh duh. I should have known. This flimsy thing is a gurdle? What does it do?" "It hold your pads in place." "What pads?" "Your thigh pads and your tail bone pad. You need to pick some out the bins over there," David pointed to a pair of bins full of pads. "Hehe, that isn't half as bad as I thought!" Tristan giggled. "Yeah, I know what you were thinking. We aren't wuss's who need something to hold our flab in," David commented dryly. "Grab a set of shoulder pads and let's get this stuff checked out and get dressed for practice." Tyrone and Coach Brown ended their conversation so the Coach could check out their equipment and Tyrone went to pick out his gear. Once their gear was checked out by Coach Brown, the boys gathered up the various pieces and lugged it down to the locker room. Once inside the locker room David leaned close and whispered instructions to Tristan. "Kay, Tristan, time to get dressed. Strip down and get your jock on...then put the cup inside your jock to protect yourself from a blow to the family jewels." Looking a little apprehensive Tristan opened his locker and started peeling off his clothes while David did the same, both of them facing their lockers while they undressed. Within 60 seconds they were both stark naked and pulling their jocks up and straightening the straps. Tristan looked over at David and winked. He had to. David looked soooo studly wearing only the jock. That was not a good thing to be thinking about, as Tristan's monster began to wake up and stretch. David caught on and gave a quick negative shake of the head as he slipped the cup into his jock and with a flip of his fingers arranged his masculine parts into a position of relative comfort in the security of the cup. Tristan watched how David did this with his peripheral vision and tried to duplicate David's practiced ease. It didn't go nearly as smoothly for Tristan. For one thing, Tristan had much more to pack into that cup than David did, and it didn't help one bit that Tristan was majorly pudged by now. He couldn't help it....this whole situation was filled with erotic overtones in Tristan's view. "God, whoever invented these darn things, anyway?" Tristan complained as he tried to get his package arranged in the cup. There he stood, his right hand holding the front of his cup tilted away from his crotch at the top. At the same time he was poking and prodding with his left hand trying to stuff his distended member into the rigid confines of the cup. David was watching out of the corner of his eye and let out several snorts of suppressed laughter as Tristan struggled to get all of his parts settled. "Maybe a shot of ice cold water will tame that thing of yours," he murmured as he bent over close to Tristan while he pulled on his gurdle over his jock. David continued his teasing. "Want me to get ya some in a CUP?" Tristan looked back at David with exasperation before leaning close to whisper a quick retort, "Damn, its easier to stick my thing up you know where than it is to put it in this stupid cup." "That's your problem, dude. You wish it was up there. Later dude," David whispered and made a suggestive face back at him and then turned away to grab his pads. "Come on Tristan, get your gurdle on and stop thinking about yourself down there." David admonished quietly as he stuffed his thigh pads into their proper places. By now a steady stream of guys were entering the locker room and the varsity players moved to the section with the large varsity lockers while the underclassmen headed over to the area where David and Tristan were. Tristan heard a "Yo David," as a tall brown skinned kid claimed the locker on David's other side. "Hey Drew! Are you ready to kick ass this year and bring home the divisional championship?" "Like is there any doubt, my man?" Drew answered as he started stripping down and revealing a very defined torso. His beautiful brown skin emphasized the contours of his well built physique. Tristan couldn't help but notice the sharply defined shoulders, massive pecs, and the six pack that rippled as Drew moved. "Who's the new guy, David?" Drew asked as he shot a glance at Tristan who was by now tucking his pads into his gurdle. "Oh yeah, you wouldn't know my friend Tristan. Tristan, meet Drew. Drew plays the tight end spot. He's got hands like you can't believe. If I can get the ball to him he'll latch onto it and run his ass off with it." Tristan reached out past David and the two of them brushed their fingers in the kewl handshake of the young generation. "Nice to meetcha Drew," Tristan offered while meeting the unusual and stunning blue eyes accompanying his lighter brown skin that were sizing him up. "What position you going out for man?" Drew asked in response. He and Tristan were of an equal height although Drew was built more solidly. "David thinks I would make a good fullback so that's the plan," answered as he tried not to let his eyes drop to where Drew's nice sized cock and low hangers were nestled in a mass of dark tightly curled pubes. What captured Tristan's eye in particular was the contrast of the reddish color of Drew's glans in conjunction with the otherwise dark brown skin tones of his cock. It was a good thing Tristan had his member covered as it gave a mighty appreciative twitch in response to the attractive young man in front of him. Drew didn't know it yet, but his good looks would make him a very successful model in a few short years. In fact, Drew was just beginning to realize that every girl in the school fantasized about making a baby with him. David interrupted at this point stepping between the two others and saying, "Hurry up and finish getting dressed, Tristan, so we can go out and get ready to show Coach what you can do." David was fully dressed by this time and stood there chatting with Drew as Tristan pulled his practice clothes over the masses of protective gear. He felt twice his normal size as he picked up his helmet, finally ready for his first football practice, not to mention his privates which were uncomfortably packed into the protection of the nut cup. As the two boys exited the locker room Tristan caught tantalizing glimpses of the other guys on the team in various stages of dress. The nude male body had an endless fascination for him and he took on a whole new appreciation for football. In cross country the team members never got naked at the school since they wore their running clothes over their usual underwear and as a rule chose to shower once they got home. Once outside David slapped Tristan along side the head lightly and growled, "Remember what I said. Don't get caught looking and if I ever catch you touching I'll kick your ass up clear to your shoulders! The only game we're here to play is football...nothing else!" Tristan stopped and grabbed David's arm forcing him to stop too. Tristan's eyebrows were raised high as he looked into David's face. Tristan asked softly, "Hey, what's your problem, David? I was just enjoying the view. Are you jealous or something?" Just as softly David replied intently, "Just reminding ya Tris. You've got me as your boyfriend as long its only me and we keep it low key. You get us busted we'll be in deep shit...especially me with my dad. So keep it under control, would ya?" Resisting the urge to put his hands on David's shoulders Tristan put his hands out in front of him instead and motioned in downwards pushes. "Sheesh, David, no need to get bent out of shape! Don't worry so much. First, I never would cheat on you, but it doesn't hurt to look a little, does it? And second, I had plenty to look at when I was on the swim team last year and never got caught so like I said, don't worry about it." "I am worried about it and you're not helping me by checking out the other guys. I saw you give Drew the once over." "I knew it. You're jealous because I looked at another guy." "No, it's not that Tristan. I don't want us to get busted, that's all. Can't you just forget about sex stuff when you are in the locker room?" David asked with any underlying tension in his voice. "You told me not to stare, but you didn't say I couldn't take a peek at the sights," Tristan said defensively. "Besides, I'm going to see most everyone naked at some time or another and hey, they are going to check me out too. They did last year all the time when I was on the swim team. So what's the problem? Don't worry so much, it'll be OK," Tristan tried to reassure David. David abruptly changed the subject since another pair of the football team members were approaching. In a more normal volume he cut off their discussion. "Let's go get a practice ball and do some warming up before the coach gets out here." Its a good thing they did. It took some time for Tristan to get over his nervousness especially since David had just expressed his unhappiness with him. About the time Tristan's hands were finally hanging onto the ball, both coaches were on the field and the sound of a whistle pierced the air for attention. "OK, guys let's get this show on the road. Everyone over here," Coach Anderson bellowed to the team members scattered about the practice field. The boys gathered around the coach in a loose semicircle, some running in as the coach urged them to hustle up. As the last boy came jogging up Coach Anderson surveyed the young men in front of him. "Its good to all of you here this morning. I'd like our two captains to step out front. This year's offensive team captain is Brad Mills and the defensive team captain is JD Williams. For today we will assume you will be playing in the same positions as you did last year and I want you to line up behind your team captain. Sophomores, you do the same based upon your positions you played on last year's Freshman team. If you played both offensive and defensive positions, pick the one you spent the most time playing last year. Coach Brown and I will do a quick check-in so stand here until we are finished. One more thing, if you haven't had your required physical yet, you have until next Monday to get one and turn it in. See me or Coach Brown after practice if any of you need the forms." The coaches worked their way through the two groups of boys, checking off names and position preferences from the older boys. With the younger boys they didn't care so much what their position preference was, instead they tried to quickly learn a bit about the boy and their experience. Tristan stood behind David in the offensive team and listened as Coach Anderson spoke with David. "David, it's good to have you back. Since you are in this line I assume you've decided you want to be our next star quarterback?" "That's right, Coach. I think I can do the best job for the team in that spot. Like my dad says, "In football, if you aren't bigger, you have to be quicker and smarter." Coach Anderson laughed a little and said, "Yeah, he's got that right. Do you remember last year's plays?" "Sure do. They're a piece of cake. Do we have any new ones for this year?" "Maybe, we'll see. Coach Brown is in charge of the j.v. team and its up to him based on what you guys show him you can do." "He'll like what he sees, I'm sure of it." Coach Anderson raised his eyebrows and smiled, then moved to talk with Tristan. "OK, here's a new face to the team. What's your name?" Coach Anderson said with a welcoming smile for Tristan. "Tristan Cochran," was the quick reply. "Tristan Cochran," the coach repeated as he added the name to his roster. "What grade are you in Tristan?" he asked as he looked up momentarily. "Sophomore." The coach gave a quick nod, wrote it down, and asked, "Have you played football before?" "Not on a team, Coach. What football I've played has been around the neighborhood with David and the others." "Oh, you and David are buds? That's good. So what position is David telling you to try out for?" Coach asked with a wink at David. "Fullback. He's told me my job would be to keep the other team off of him and to run with the ball when it's given to me." "That's right. You think you can do that?" "I'm gonna try. I'm big enough to stop most guys, I think." "OK there Tristan. We'll give you a shot at the fullback slot. With David helping you learn the plays it shouldn't take you long to know what to do. Whether or not you keep that slot is up to you...you have to earn your right to keep it." And then the coach moved on to have a quick chat with the next boy behind Tristan. Tristan nearly sagged with relief. The coach was going to give him a chance at being a fullback! And David was right when he said earlier that he had some pull with the coaches! Tristan turned to say as much to David but found David surveying the kids behind them intently. "Are you looking for someone?" Tristan asked. "Nope. Just seeing who's here and figuring out what position they would be best at," David replied confidently. The sound of a whistle silenced the chatter of the boys. "We'll start out today with some drills of the basics. Each team divide up in half so we have four groups of boys of nearly equal numbers. Team captains will decide who goes in which group," Coach Anderson announced. "Once you formed your practice groups I'll explain what will happen next." Brad quickly walked down the line of boys while counting heads. Pivoting on his heel he strode back and stuck his arm out in front of David. "Brandt, you're the start of the second group. Take your group and form another line," he commanded with the authority and self confidence of his senior status. The younger boys followed David's lead and in the space of a minute there were four groups of boys waiting to be told what would happen next. Coach Anderson explained the setup of the drills that the boys would rotate through. "On each corner of the field we have practice stations set up. In the SE corner you have the blocking drills, in the SW corner you have the leg and stepping drills, in the NW corner you will do the stretching and conditioning exercises outlined on the handouts, and in the NE corner you are to pair up and work on individual skills for your position. Coach Brown will work with you on the stretching and conditioning station and will observe you on your individual practicing. I will be running the blocking and stepping drills. Each group is to jog over to one of the stations now at each corner of the field. David, take your group to the conditioning station, Brad, your group starts with the individual drills, JD, your group starts with blocking drills, and Adam, your group starts out with the stepping drills. When you hear the whistle run over to the next station in clockwise order." He blew his whistle and shouted, "Lets go! Run!" And so they started their first practice of the season. Tristan was a bit unsure of himself at first but soon found his confidence as the newness began to wear off. He learned how to stretch out his ham strings and groin muscles (not the ones he usually thought about) as well as how to block and high step through tackle attempts. Time passed quickly as the morning sun became warmer and warmer. By the time they had rotated through all the drills, Tristan was sweating freely, and he was being tormented by a fierce itch coming from his cock. He wanted to rip that damn cup off and give his cock some air so it could breathe! His manhood was sending him continuous signals of complaint through itches and tingles and a general feeling of close confinement. Finally they got to play some football. The boys were divided into teams and they reviewed some of last year's plays before going out onto the field and letting the quarterbacks direct the offensive action. David was quarter backing the "B" squad while Brad Mills was the pro quarterback of the "A" the squad. Brad's experience showed in the way the "B" squad gave up yardage time after time. And before too many attempts the "A" was in the end zone with a touchdown. As both squads regrouped David turned to Tristan and told him, "On the third play we're going to try that move you and I have practiced. Be ready for it to happen, kay? These first two plays try to keep the other guys off me. Got it?" This was a side of David that Tristan hadn't seen before. David was totally focused on football and in command. He was the boss of his team and called the plays with a sure and crisp tone. It didn't matter to him that he was telling juniors and seniors what to do...he was the quarterback and he called the plays! The "B" squad assumed their respective positions and faced off against the bigger and more experienced "A" squad. David got close up behind his center and shoved his hands out while barking his call, "Six four eight! Hut, Hut!" The ball was in David's hands at the last hut and the two lines of boys crashed together while David pivoted towards Tristan and tossed him the football in a short pass. His heart pounding, Tristan managed to catch the ball and tuck it protectively to his side and then he ran. And did he run! He managed to zig zag a bit past 2 guys and then the third one dove in for a tackle! Somehow Tristan managed to avoid it by bounding up and leaping over the other guy...exactly how he did he had no idea. He ran for almost thirty yards before someone managed to shove him out of bounds. Tristan trotted back to the huddle, joining up with David midways there. "You did great there Tris," David praised him sincerely. "For a guy that hasn't played much football you knew what to do and all you need to do is play like that in a game!" Coach Anderson echoed David's praise with a "Good job Cochran! That's the way!" Tristan grinned back at David through the bars of his face mask at David's praise. It felt really good to him hearing David's approval. The practice continued for another half hour with the coaches shouting instructions to various players as the two teams scrimmaged. Tristan was getting very hot and he was soaked with sweat. He could only remember two other times before in his life that he had been completely wet from his own sweat. Finally the first football practice was over. The coaches dismissed the boys after reminding them to get their completed physicals forms in by the end of the week. Hot and tired, the boys headed for the locker room with their helmets in their hands, their earlier boisterous behavior momentarily diminished by the heat and exercise. David and Tristan peeled off their sweat soaked jerseys and pants, dropping them in a sodden heap. Tristan could hardly wait to be rid of that cursed nut cup! His balls were itching something fierce and he threw modesty to the winds as he shucked off the remainder of his gear. "Oh man, that's better," Tristan sighed with relief as he finally was able to scratch his nut sack and end the tormenting itch. Drew showed up just then and his perfectly even white teeth flashed a quick smile at Tristan. He knew what Tristan was doing and why. He planned on doing the same thing as soon his practice gear was off too. Next to Tristan David was in the final stages of removing his gear and he smirked over at Tristan, wanting to tease his boyfriend something about size having its drawbacks, but prudently kept his thoughts to himself. David grabbed his towel out of his gym bag and led the way to the shower bay, sauntering unconcernedly naked past the other boys in various states of undress. Tristan followed along behind him, trying to ignore the feelings caused by the swaying of his heavy member as he walked nude through the locker room. The scenery inside the locker room was beautiful to Tristan. All those guys in the buff were there for him to behold. And having the physical perfection of Drew dressing next to him was like being in paradise! As he and David passed by the senior lockers, a loud voice exclaimed, "Hey, take a look at those two! Every other white guy here has a snowy white ass except Brandt and the new guy! These two guys must have been running around naked all summer!" A chorus of raucous laughter and jeers rang out. David turned to the original taunter and replied cockily, "You like looking at my ass Johnson? You can kiss it if ya want." All the seniors were looking on and listening now as Johnson retorted, "I don't kiss anybody's ass, especially yours! Only a faggot would want someone to kiss his ass." David's immediate response was, "Who's the faggot, Johnson? You were the one looking at my ass." "Well, how could I not notice?" Johnson shot back. "You came parading right past me as I was leaning over and you don't even bother to cover yourself." "So what?" David questioned. "Last time I looked we were all guys here and we all have the same parts. And for your information, the tans on our butts are from skinny dipping all summer down at the river at my grandpa's farm. Besides, I'm not ashamed of my body and neither is Tristan here. So why don't you quit being a wimp and hiding behind your towel...unless that is your dork is so small you want to hide it." "That's right, what's your problem?" Tristan spoke to back up his boyfriend. Tristan barely managed to say anything though, preoccupied as he was with the thoughts he was having. First, he was astonished by David's entirely self- assured reply to Johnson that to Tristan was filled with erotic messages. The idea of kissing David's ass had a lot of appeal to Tristan, but then Tristan had no problem with the idea of kissing any part of David's body. The tingling sensation that had been mildly buzzing in his cock took on a decidedly pleasurable dimension, not to mention the fact that his cock's physical dimensions were starting to enlarge. "Fuck you Brandt," Johnson's face flushed as he attempted a macho aloofness and he tried to bluster an end to a conversation that had quickly became uncomfortable. There wasn't another sophomore in the entire school who had the balls before to stand up to a senior and score on him verbally like David just did. "In your dreams Johnson." David turned and sauntered into the showers and Tristan followed after taking one last look at Johnson standing there who was still shielding his crotch with his towel. They didn't see Brad Mills walk over to Johnson and talk quietly to him as soon as they left. The two boys walked towards the back of the shower bay and choose a spot where they could shower side by side. Tristan turned on the water and adjusted it towards the cool side, not only to cool down his body temp, but to discourage his cock from getting any further aroused. It was murmuring its wanton call to him continuously. Who should walk into the shower and decide to join them but Brad Mills, the star player on the team. Why would he want to hang around a couple of sophomores, even if he was dating David's sister? Brad evidently wanted to talk to David about the scrimmage they had just played as he opened up the conversation with, "David, you were throwing some good plays out there today...but you gotta remember that you can't always get the time to wait and throw the ball like you did today." Then he turned to Tristan and said, "Cochran, you did a nice job too with that 30 yard run you had on that short pass from David." Tristan smiled and gratefully mumbled, "Thanks," while trying his utmost not to stare at the attractive and more mature masculinity of Brad. Brad was hot, real hot to look at! His muscles were well sculpted and dark hair covered his legs nearly up to his perfectly formed ass cheeks. His impressive pecs were highlighted by brown, nickel-sized nipples and were surrounded by hair, and he had a nice dusting of hair across the top of his chest. Allowing his eyes to follow the dark line of treasure trail down below Brad's navel, Tristan took in the view of a full pubic bush that by now was plastered down by the shower's spray. Hanging in their wrinkled sack were two nice walnut-sized balls and a cock that drooped down past them. It must have been five inches long. But what was most intriguing was the way his cock became thicker as it extended out from his body, ending in a fat, flared glans. Tristan had to turn away and stop looking before his monster got totally excited from the extremely tantalizing view. In his peripheral vision Tristan the saw Brad move up close to David and lean over to speak softly to him. "What's going on here?" Tristan thought to himself and had to turn back and see what was going to happen next. He could barely hear what Brad said. "David, you should know something about Johnson that you younger guys might not be aware of. He's pretty shy about the way he looks cuz he only has one nut. He lost the other one when he was in first grade. "Seriously?" David asked in amazement. "What happened?" "He crashed his bike and came down real hard on that middle bar and smashed his left nut so bad they had to take it out." "Ouch! I know a little about how that must have hurt," David said and cringed at the thought of how badly that must have hurt compared to his getting shot in the nuts earlier that summer by Tristan who was armed only with a BB gun. "Yeah. I was there when it happened. He could hardly breathe he hurt so bad. He's very self conscious about it. If you ever get a chance to see it, his sack has only one ball in the middle now and you can see his scar on the bottom if you look for it. So don't make fun of him or talk to him about missing 'parts', OK?" "Yeah, OK. Should I tell him I'm sorry?" David asked with concern. "No. He doesn't want any attention given to it. He knows you probably didn't mean it to be personal, so just leave it alone." "Yeah, sure. But he had to make that wisecrack about our tans and I wasn't going to take any shit from him, you know what I mean," David justified to Brad. "He's kind of pissed off at you, so watch out for him. I told him if he wants to make personal remarks he should expect to receive some back before I came in here." "OK. Thanks for the heads up." Their conversation ended, both Brad and David stuck their heads under the water, the water streaming from their hair and running down their bodies. Tristan was struck by the sight of the streams of water that ran off their cocks making it look like they were taking an enormous piss. It was kewl to see them side by side like that and Tristan carefully compared David's uncut cock that extended downwards at an angle to Brad's which was longer and hung down over his balls. It was too much, the blood rushed to fill his meaty dick and although Tristan always loved that feeling he cranked the water over to cold and doused the fire that wanted to flare up between his legs. The shock of the cold water killed his arousal and with it his desire to linger in the showers. Tristan exited the shower bay and grabbed his towel to dry off. Tristan managed to get dressed without throwing wood, but it wasn't easy. Drew wasn't all that shy about his body and displayed his goods unconcernedly as he finished drying off and dressed right next to them. Tristan was intrigued over how much darker the pigmentation of Drew's genitals were compared to the rest of his body and he stole quick glances while he finished dressing and tying his shoes. If Tristan wasn't so love in with David he wouldn't have minded at all to get to know Drew much better. By now he was finished with his dressing and Tristan hurried to throw his wet clothes into his gym bag and get out of there - the sights and temptations were getting to be too much for him! When they were outdoors again Tristan finally was able to relax a little and think of something else besides his third leg which was resting heavily next to his right leg. It had been a few days since he and David had been together in the sexual sense of the word and his desire for sex had been quite obvious in last night's dreams and the morning wood that persisted beyond a piss hardon. Tristan quickly put a hand in his pocket and got his parts adjusted into a more comfortable position before having to jump on his bike for the ride home. As Tristan and David were pulling their bikes from the rack outside, Brad came sauntering out. Spotting them he cheerfully asked, "Want a ride home in my truck? I was heading over there to see your sister, David." "Yeah, great!" David responded enthusiastically for them. They had seen Brad's new pickup truck before and were delighted to get a ride in it. Brad's father worked as a manager at a Ford dealership and the whole family drove nice vehicles. Brad had just gotten a new Ranger truck that summer with the money he had saved and his dad's connections. Brad made sure they carefully put their bikes in the back and then they all squeezed into the front seat, David taking the middle spot since he was the shortest. It was so kewl to be riding with Brad in his new truck! Although it was a new truck, it had a stick shift and David had to spread his legs so Brad could change gears. At first Brad had David try to do the shifting but after some bad gear grinding Brad quickly decided it would be better for David to make room for Brad to do the shifting! It was a good thing David wasn't wearing his tight pants since all that motion and commotion around his groin made his cock spring to attention! After all, he had the same problem as Tristan....he'd been saving up for some fun and Davie junior was ready for action! Despite the urges broadcast by his aroused cock that ached for some action, David calmly talked with Brad about the new football play book that Coach Anderson had sent home with Brad to look over before introducing it to the team. They decided that they could take a quick look at it when they got to David's house but not for too long so Ashley wouldn't get mad and think Brad was ignoring her in favor of her younger brother! Women can be such a pain that way sometimes. Once they got to David's house and after removing the bikes they all trouped into David's house. David grabbed them Cokes out of the fridge. Each of them took a deep pull on their soda, the flavored liquid quenching their thirst like mere water never could. Brad and David dove right back into their discussion of football plays and Brad began to describe the latest play added to the play book this year. Tristan listened to their discussion for a few moments before deciding most of it was beyond his comprehension. Jimmy was in the front room watching TV and Tristan joined him on the couch. Jimmy loved getting attention from the older boys and today was no exception. Immediately he began to fight with Tristan on the couch, claiming that the couch was his exclusive territory and that Tristan could use the floor. Of course, all of this was just an excuse of Jimmy's for the rough play he adored. Tristan loved playing with Jimmy too since Tristan was an only child and never would have a brother to "beat up". Jimmy was shrieking epitaphs and throwing punches while Tristan struggled to shut him down, finally resorting to bear hugging him in order to stop his flying fists. Of course, Jimmy was struggling mightily to free himself from Tristan's clutches when Ashley come down the stairs. "You two would wake the dead with all of your noise! Jimmy, stop that now! You know you aren't supposed to fight in the front room," Ashley commanded in her role of older sister. "Awwwww, Ashley, you never let us have any fun," Jimmy protested, his changing voice undecided between a boyish tenor and the lower tones of a young man. "If you guys want to fight, go outside. You know Mom doesn't allow that in the house," Ashley declared in her role of parent pro tempore, her hands on her hips as she fixed her glare on the two delinquents. Jimmy abandoned his efforts to get loose from Tristan's hold on him, and instead rested for a moment while he enjoyed being held by the older boy. Suddenly realizing what he was doing, Jimmy pushed himself away from Tristan and sat down at the other end of the couch. "What's wrong Jimmy, do I have B-O or something?" Tristan asked. He was savoring their closeness and was disappointed when Jimmy moved away. Jimmy looked at Tristan for a split second before his face lit up and he sqawked out through his giggles, "Yeah, you've got B-O, like in butt odor!" That statement being entirely untrue, Tristan slid over to Jimmy and their battle began once more. Tristan grabbed Jimmy's head in an arm lock and began rubbing his hair and giving Jimmy a "heinie" while demanding Jimmy take back his provoking words. Jimmy howled his protestations, first of his innocence and then finally gave in and said, "Kay then, I take it back. You don't have B-O." Tristan released Jimmy then and warily waited for Jimmy's next move. "Tris, Jimmy, come and eat!" David's call to lunch interrupted their fun. Ashley had invited Brad to stay and eat with them so it was a cozy group that sat around the table. Brad, with Ashley sitting very close beside him, David, Tristan, and Jimmy and ate the lunch Ashley had set out for them. They demolished a loaf of bread along with lunch meat, cheese, potato chips, and a bunch of grapes in short order. Once the serious eating had been taken care of the conversation soon swung into something they all had some degree of interest in, the football cheerleaders. "Who's going to be the football cheerleaders this year, besides you?" Tristan asked Ashley while reaching for the makings of his second sandwich. "There's only five of us this year--there's Amanda, Christine, Kelly, and Sheri with me. We're having a practice this afternoon at Kelly's house." "Her folks are rich, aren't they?" Tristan asked. "I guess you could say that...they have a really nice house and stuff but Kelly's not stuck up or anything," Ashley replied. "Not as stuck up as that Amanda," David commented. "Amanda is nice!" Ashley protested. "To her friends maybe, but she pretends not to see half the people in the school....like the kids whose parents don't belong to the country club. Just watch her sometime, you'll see." "I don't believe it, she says 'hi' to kids all the time." Brad jumped into the conversation by saying, "I say hi to everyone who makes eye contact with me so it depends on the other person. If they don't have the self confidence to look me in the face I don't bother." Ashley shot Brad a grateful look before turning back to David and saying, "See, it's the same way for Amanda." And then she wrinkled her nose at him in her 'so there' look. David could tell this was a losing battle so he rolled his eyes at Tristan and shut up. Not wanting to be left out of the conversation Jimmy decided it was his turn. "What about that Sheri? Is she nice? David said he likes to watch her cheerlead because she's got a chest like va va VA VOOM!" and Jimmy held his hands out in front of his chest with his hands cupped upwards as he spoke. Brad and Tristan both burst into loud laughter while Ashley and David both wanted to kill him. He got that "shut up" look from Ashley, embarrassed about the subject of her friend's breast size being brought up in front of Brad. She wanted Brad as her steady boyfriend. He was such a hunk and she had a huge crush on him! "Yes, she's really nice," Ashley answered, "and I mean her personality especially! Not the way 'some' boys would mean it," and she gave David a look like 'I'm gonna kill you later'. David wasn't so sure he wanted Jimmy repeating last year's comments either. "Jimmy, that's guy talk and its something we don't talk about in mixed company," he admonished. "Oh. Sorry. Then I shouldn't say anything about Christine either then, should I?" Jimmy not-so innocently asked. A quick smile flashed across Brad's face at those words and David's face began to flush. Brad knew exactly what that was all about and was surprised when Ashley asked, "What do you mean by that Jimmy?" And then she turned to David and glared at him as she demanded, "What kinds of things are you filling his head with about my friends, anyway?" "Hey, I didn't deliberately tell him anything. He was hanging out with me and the guys one night when Mike started telling us rumors about her. I can't help what Jimmy remembers hearing and I didn't start the conversation." "Yeah, Christine does a rep for having a lot of boyfriends, you know," Tristan added in support for David. "so, what's wrong with having different boyfriends?" Ashley asked indignantly. ""Nothing, as long as they are 'friends'," David declared defensively. "You're her friend, Ashley. I can't believe you don't know all the details by now." "Oh yeah, well girls don't always tell everything they know...unlike some certain boys whose names I won't mention. Since I made lunch you guys can clean up the dishes." Turning to Brad she turned her sweetness back on and said sweetly, "Brad, should we go listen to some music in my room?" "Sure." Brad stood up and threw a hidden wink at the boys as he followed Ashley out of the kitchen, his hand in his pocket. Tristan looked at David and nodded his head at the departing couple as he winked. David smiled back and gave his head a quick nod up and down...they both could read the signals those two were giving off. Like listening to music was all those two were going to do! Tristan was having trouble with his middle leg wanting to stretch out again as they got up from the table and he quickly had to re-arrange it as he stood. Jimmy didn't miss a thing either-his eyes opened wide as he realized what it was Tristan was moving around in his pants. To him it looked like Tristan had shoved a whole frigging banana down the front of his pants! His boy cock instantly went rock hard--something it was doing more and more frequently without warning. And when it did it felt soooo good to play with it and off he disappeared to his room after a quick, "See you two dudes later", leaving David and Tristan alone in the kitchen. "Looks like we're not the only ones who are horny in this house," Tristan whispered to David. "Let's hurry and get these dishes taken care of so we can take care of some other business," as he let his hand brush the front of David's shorts and found an underlying rigidity beneath the fabric. "Yeah," David whispered back. "I've been waiting for a chance to get into your pants too." Then in a normal voice he added, "Tristan, bring the dishes over and I'll get them cleaned up," while his right hand reached over and gently rubbed Tristan's bulge running down his pants leg. Tristan hissed, "You keep doing that and I'll be squirting in my pants...let's hurry and get those dishes done!" Tristan tore himself away from David and cleared the table while David quickly rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. In a handful of minutes they were on their way up to David's room, extremely horny from their previous days of abstinence and all the sexual byplay they had been part of already that day. Tristan could feel his cock pushing out driblets of precum and a wet spot was forming on his pants. They rushed into David's room, closed the door and locked it carefully, before grabbing each other into their arms and pressing their pulsating crotches tightly together, then locking their lips together in their hunger for each other. Moans of pure pleasure emanated from their throats as they tried to crawl inside each other's skin, craving the warm and intoxicating contact of smooth teen skin. In seconds their hands were under each other's shirts, caressing each other's backs and moving down to cup the full ass cheeks packed into their jeans. Tristan could wait no longer, he brought his hands between them as he stepped back and expertly unfastened David's shorts. Then he slipped his hand down inside to hold David's hot and rigid evidence of maleness. Tristan was addicted to everything connected with David...his looks, his smell, the way his voice sounded, and especially the exquisite feel of their naked bodies together. At the same time David began to fumble Tristan's fly open with one hand...it took him longer since he was only using one hand, the other one was rubbing Tristan's erect nipples, sending shivers of sensation down Tristan's spine and straight to his slowly pulsing cock that was straining to be free of the tight confines of his jeans. David finally pulled Tristan's monster out of his pants and it hung heavily, bouncing upwards slightly with Tristan's heartbeat. The end of it was wet with precum and as David squeezed and stroked it, another dribble of the clear fluid rolled out the slit and hung down in a clear strand. David knew where he wanted that pole of Tristan's--right where he had an itch deep inside that badly needed scratching. Yet, he knew he couldn't have a sore ass and play football the way he needed to. Another part of his brain registered the fact that Tristan was slowing jacking him and his hips were beginning to thrust in synch with the mounting urge to spew his teencum. "Whoa boy, we gotta slow down here a little or else I'm gonna lose it," David gasped out after he fought off a tidal wave of orgasmic sensations. "Let's go over to my bed," he suggested as he began to shuffle his feet in that direction. Tristan shuffled along with him, their feet still entangled in their clothing. Tristan tripped and then hopped the rest of the way while he was pulling his clothes off of his feet. Tristan knew what he wanted and now he was ready! He hadn't been on the receiving end of a fuck for a long time and today he wanted to feel David inside of him. Tristan wasn't worried about getting sore because the prior times David stuck it in him he didn't get as sore as he made David...but then Tristan was endowed with a much larger love muscle. They both sat on the bed for a few moments, each of them with one arm around each other's back and the other hand keeping a steady stimulation going on each other's manpole as they traded another kiss. "David, do it to me...I want you to make love to me soooo bad," Tristan murmured in David's ear. "Let me lie back and you can stick it in, kay?" Tristan's voice was thick with passion. "Kay, if that's the way you want it," David had been ready to be the receiver but if Tris wanted to be the catcher while David was the batter, then that was OK too. David reached between Tristan's legs to milk out the copious amounts of precum flowing from his cock and spread the slippery fluid onto his back door. Tristan laughed a low laugh and then said, "Yeah, too bad Johnson couldn't see how good kissing someone's ass can be--he passed up a great chance today and didn't even know it!" "Well, I was counting on his ignorance when I said that," David joked back as he leaned over and placed a smack on Tristan's left buttock and simultaneously inserted a finger up his butt. Tristan wiggled his butt, impaling himself as he said in sensuous abandon, "Yeah, I was hoping he'd turn you down too, or else I would have had a fight on my hands keeping you all for myself." "You know I'm all yours, you big hunka love," David whispered with a silly grin on his face, as he leaned down again to kiss and suck lightly on Tristan's hairless balls. Tristan's only response was to inhale a lung full of air in a hiss of pure delight as David's fingers readied his hole. His spincter was clenching involuntarily against David's fingers, sending waves of longing through his body and then David found his prostate and every nerve ending in his body lit up. "Aaaaaaaaaaaah, don't do that anymore or I'm done for!" Tristan squirmed and all but shouted in ecstasy as David's fingers hit his magic spot and then withdrew. David could hardly wait as his throbber felt like it would burst any second it was so hard. In the background the phone was ringing but David wasn't going to answer it, somebody else could. He lined his cock up with Tristan's bull's eye and slowly leaned in until he made contact. Tristan's ring clenched and then relaxed and David took that as the signal to press the head of his cock into the steamy confines of Tristan's love tunnel. BANG BANG BANG!!! "David, open up. Jason is on the phone for ya! Come on, I know you're in there!" It was Jimmy banging on the door and hollering for him. FUCK!!! Wait, that's what he wanted to be doing but instead both he and Tristan froze in place at the loud interruption. Jimmy continued to yell through the door, "What are you guys doing in there anyway? Come on, open the door!" The boys eyes met in wide open horror of them being caught with their pants down like this. "What are we gonna do?" Tristan whispered, shaking beneath him with pent-up fright. The tension building in Tristan's body ejected David's cock right back out. "Just a minute, Jimmy! Hang on to your shorts, will ya?" David hollered back and then spoke more softly to Tristan, "If I tell Jimmy to tell Jason that we're busy you know he'll will never let us live it down....I better answer the damn phone. Besides you know Jimmy--he'll want to know what we are so busy doing that I can't come to the phone. Shit! I have to put my shorts back on too! Shit shit shit!" David cussed in pure frustration as he zipped over to the clothes scattered on the floor and hurriedly yanked his shorts on. "Grab those clothes and move so Jimmy doesn't see you from the hallway, would ya Tris?" David's mind was racing as he was in damage control mode. Tristan bounded up and off the bed and scooped up the rest of the clothes on the floor and only then did David unlock the door since Jimmy was pounding on it once more. "One of these days Jimmy I swear I'm gonna..." David's threat died as Jimmy ducked around him and zipped into David's room. David's heart plummeted right down to his toenails that very moment as he made a grab for Jimmy and missed. "Get out of my room!" David shouted futilely after his little brother while holding the phone receiver in one hand. Jimmy was determined to see what those older boys were up to and as he entered the room he squawked out through his changing voice, "What are you guys doing in there that you had the door locked and everything?" It was then that he saw Tristan off to one corner putting one leg through his underwear. Jimmy came to a stop instantly and stared at the sight before his eyes. He had suspected that Tristan had something interesting between his legs but what he saw there was totally AWESOME! He would have never imagined anyone having a dick that hung down like that and was sooooooooo big! It was a sight Jimmy would always remember, catching Tristan with only a T-shirt on and his semi-erect cock hanging heavily and swaying like a pendulum. "Tristan, your dick is huuuuuuuuuge," Jimmy blurted out. "How come its soooo big?" followed immediately as Jimmy moved closer, mesmerized by the sight of Tristan's snake. Tristan froze once again in total shock. Now what was he supposed to do? And what was Jimmy trying to do now by coming closer? Tristan swallowed and tried to find his voice. He was unsuccessful the first try as his mouth opened and nothing came out. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "That's the way guys in my family are built I guess. My dad is even bigger." "No way! Wicked kewl," Jimmy exclaimed in utter fascination. Jimmy was enthralled by the prodigious love tool of Tristan's hanging down from a nice thatch of dark pubic hair, mentally comparing it to his pubescent penis that had only started its adolescent growth spurt and the sparse hairs that had started to grow in. Automatically Jimmy's hand reached out and he continued to stare down at Tristan's man meat and asked, "It is heavy? Can I touch it?" Tristan's heart just about stopped that instant. He didn't know what to think. Would it be worse to let Jimmy touch it or to tell Jimmy no and make it seem bad? Jimmy didn't wait for an answer as his hand kept moving until he had Tristan's meat cupped in his grasp. "Oh my gosh, its so heavy and its so warm," Jimmy exclaimed excitedly. Curious about how hard it was compared to the way his own hardon felt, Jimmy squeezed Tristan's semi-flaccid cock, feeling its sponginess and eliciting a gasp of from Tristan as a surge of renewed sexual hunger roared through Tristan's veins. "Don't do that," Tristan blurted out as his monster was quickly coming back to life in the embrace of Jimmy's hand. David came back into his room at this point, having promised to call Jason right back after he took care of a little 'problem'. Immediately he saw what was going on. "Tristan's parts are Tristan's to touch, not you, Jimmy," David growled in his angriest tone to his brother. Ignoring David for the moment, Jimmy could feel Tristan's meaty cock begin to firm and grow even warmer to the touch as he stood there holding it in his right hand and watching it surge ever larger as he watched it grow in complete awestruck fascination. David had to grab Jimmy's shoulders and pull him away from Tristan and then David pushed Jimmy out of his room telling him, "If you ever come into my room when Tristan is here again without permission I'm gonna kick your ass from here to breakfast! You got that!?! Now get outa here!" And then David slammed his door closed and leaned against it, his heart pounding away in his chest. "Why did you let him do that?" David demanded with heat in his voice. His erection jutting in front of him, Tristan tried to finish getting dressed as he answered, "I didn't let him do anything...he ran in here and caught me totally naked and then walked up and grabbed me. What was I supposed to do, hit him?" Tristan replied defensively. "I was so surprised by all this I couldn't think what to do," he further explained. "No shit. Now what am I going to do about him? What does he think we were doing? And what if he tells my dad about this? He's such a blabber mouth sometimes," David worried aloud. Looking down as he tucked his slowly deflating member into place Tristan replied much more calmly than he felt, "No need to get so wound up about this David. So what if he tells your dad? He's the one that grabbed me...I sure as hell didn't make him do it," Tristan defended himself. Butterflies were dancing in his stomach, at first because of Jimmy handling him and then from David being upset. "Yeah, but how do we explain your being naked in my room in the first place then?" David persisted angrily. "Ummmm, that's a good question," Tristan was at complete loss there. Then he remembered something. "Maybe that I wanted to go freeballing today like we did at the farm? You aren't wearing any underwear either right now, I kicked them under your bed." "Maybe that'll work," David reluctantly agreed and his tension began to dissolve. "Dude, that was such a close one, my heart is still going a mile a minute," he confessed. "Yeah, that brother of yours sure isn't bashful...and he's so darn determined to in on everything you are doing. We're just going to have to be more careful is all," Tristan responded. "I promised I would call Jason back right away," David said and opened the door to go to the phone. "Keep your clothes on and I'll be right back," David said over his shoulder as he left the room. David quickly dialed Jason's number from memory. "Hey Jason, got my little 'problem' taken care of, so what's up?....swimming? where? Sounds good. Hey Tris, you wanna go swimming at Oak Park with Jason and Chris?" David asked from the hallway. "Yeah, sounds good," Tristan called back. David resumed his conversation with Jason. "Yup, Tris is all for it...So we'll meet you there. When? You're leaving now? Kay, we'll hustle on over then...See ya there dude...Bye." More like his usual self by now David whizzed back into his room and dug in his dresser for his swim suit. "We'll need to swing by my house so I can grab my suit and a towel," Tristan thought out loud. ""You don't have any big enough to fit me, do you?" he asked off hand. "Not unless you want to pack yourself into it," David snickered, "It would kinda be a repeat of earlier today with you and that nut cup." Tristan threw one of David's pillows at him in way of reply. "Let's go, funny boy, and I'll get my own at my house. Which one should I wear, my black Speedo from last year or my baggy ones?" "Dude, it's a public pool. You gonna flaunt yourself for everyone to stare at? Save the Speedo for times when it's just us, kay?" Winking, Tristan teased, "When it's just us, who needs a swim suit?" "Yeah, but don't forget it's Jason we'll be with...you never know what he's gonna do or say, remember?" "Yeah, like that time in 7th grade when you threw a rod in swim class?" Tristan laughed his wicked laugh as he remembered that day. "You were soooo embarrassed when he announced to the whole class why you were late." A flush crept into David's face even at the memory of that day and he shook his head, "Yeah, I swore I was going to kill him that day...talk about a person's most embarrassing moment - that was mine." David was ready to go and also ready to change the subject. "Let's go, Tris-dude, I'm ready here." And unlocked the door ready to leave. Before he had the door opened, Tristan slipped his hands down inside the back of David's shorts. "Hey, Davie, aren't you forgetting something here?" "Like what?" "Like maybe a kiss?" Tristan pulled David closer so they could share a quick kiss. Tristan needed the physical closeness more than David and usually was the who initiated the displays of love, though he knew David's for him love ran deep. "Oh yeah." David sighed as their lips parted from a sweet kiss and they looked into each other's eyes for a moment, trading looks of love while holding each other close. "Are you forgetting something else?" Tristan asked teasingly. "Now what am I forgetting?" "Like underwear?" Tristan questioned as he fingered the crack of David's ass playfully. "Nah, I haven't done this since we were at the farm....I'm fine." And he opened the door while pulling Tristan's hand out. "Later dude, later," he commented. "We need to be going." They met Brad as he was coming out of the bathroom...which was odd because they hadn't heard him before. The three boys stopped abruptly at the sight of each other. And then the boys noticed something else that was different about Brad. Despite his ineffectual attempts to hide it, his khaki colored pants were showing a huge wet spot in the crotch. David and Tristan couldn't help it, they looked at Brad, then each other, and burst out laughing. They giggled all the way downstairs and outside while Brad followed them. Once they were outdoors, David turned around and said to Brad, "Man, you two must have really been having a good time in there--by the size of that spot you must have creamed in your pants!" And David began laughing uproariously once more. Sheepishly Brad looked down before looking up again at the two boys and confessed, "OK, you've got me. There's no use denying anything. I got overexcited and creamed my jeans. I couldn't help it. Your sister is.." Brad exhaled shaking his head from side to said, "Wow!" David had to ask. "Does Ashley know what happened to you then?" Brad stood there a second before answering belligerently, "What do you think?" Then his expression altered as he spoke to them in a pleading tone of voice, "Hey guys, you won't like say anything to anybody about this will you? Like in the locker room and stuff? The guys will never let me forget it if you tell them." David and Tristan looked at each other. It was sooooo tempting to say no and have some fun at Brad's expense. Finally, David gave his head a little shake no and turned to Brad saying, "Well, since its my sister and you have been looking out for me and helping me, we'll keep this to ourselves." "Great!", Brad exclaimed with real relief in his voice. "I owe you guys for this one." He turned and climbed into his truck before grinning at the two boys and making a final confession. "David, your sister is something else....no other girl has ever made me go off like that." Shaking his head in wonder, Brad put his truck in gear and took off. Tristan had been holding his reaction back all this time and as soon as Brad left, he spun around to David and exclaimed indignantly, "Can you believe it? The only guys in your house that didn't a load off were you and me. And I need to sooo bad, David." Tristan's balls were still primed and aching from all of the stimulation so far that day. "Sounds like it," David agreed. "It'll have to be later, dude, cuz Jason and Chris will be wondering about us if we don't get a move on. So let's get your swim suit and head for the pool...it sounds like your 'nads need to be cooled off anyways." Tristan just stood there looking at David with his hands on his hips. "Don't you want to do it?" he asked. "Sure I do," David said, "But it'll have to be later. After we go swimming, dude. Promise." Those words being said, the two of them hopped on their bikes and raced off to meet Jason and Chris, the other gay couple who were their best friends. **************************** So there we are, guys, at the end of another chapter. Is David going to find a comfort level in situations outside those times when it is just the two of them? And what about Jimmy? What is it about him that has him so curious about what David and Tristan are doing? Is Jimmy gay? And poor Tristan, is he ever going to find some relief for those pent-up juices? Chapter 8 will explore these questions further and much, much more!