Date: Sun, 1 Sep 2013 08:20:13 -0700
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Diamond Dreams  Chapter 51

Welcome back for another chapter of the Mayfield Trilogy. The
introductory theme today is to please donate to the Nifty Archive to
keep the source of stories alive and well.

In this chapter, Noah decides to make things right with his sister. The
boys in Eric's class start their senior year. Marty and Jeffrey are
reunited sooner than they'd anticipated. Dallas sees his life getting
better as we cover the boys' lives from August to October.

CHAPTER 51
SENIORS

<Senior year-August>

<Wednesday, August 14>

Noah knew what he wanted to do. But as he thought about carrying
out his plan, he decided that it was more something he needed to do
rather that something he wanted to do. He looked at the digital clock
on his nightstand and saw that it was just after ten thirty pm. He'd
been lying on his back in the dark for the last twenty minutes thinking
about what was about to ensue. He'd been planning what he was
going to do since he and Eric had left Whitefish on Saturday. Well, he
thought, this isn't going to get any easier, so I might as well get up
and do it.

He got out of bed with a long sigh, not bothering to put anything on.
He'd walked into the upstairs hallway naked many times, so slipping
pants on while he went from one bedroom to another wasn't
necessary.

He slipped out of his room, ambled down the hall to the neighboring
bedroom and walked in. The light was on and his sister Lisa was in
bed reading a book.

"Well, it's my sexy little brother. This is a nice surprise," Lisa said.
"When the door opened, I was expecting a different brother than you."

"Which one," Noah asked, "Nicky or Shane?"

"Either or both, but certainly not you."

"I needed to talk with you."

"Do you usually come into a girl's room naked just to talk?"

"I don't go into a girl's room at all unless it's my sister's room."

Lisa chuckled and said, "It's been a few years since I've seen you in
my room—naked at night, that is."

Noah nodded. "The last time was the day Bobby died."

"Well, don't stand there, get into bed with me and let's talk."

Noah went under the covers with his sister. He was not surprised to
find her naked since sleeping naked seemed to be a family trait, at
least as far as he and his siblings were concerned.

"Tell me what it is you wanted to talk about," Lisa said.

Noah lay next to his sister, their naked teen bodies touching. Noah
was surprised to feel a stirring in his groin as he felt the warmth of his
eighteen year old sister's body. He wanted to turn on his side and
face her, but he was concerned he might get a full erection, which
was not something he desired.

He told Lisa things she already knew and things she didn't know. He
talked to her regarding his guilt feelings when he cut Bobby short
while he lay naked in bed with her. He told her how he didn't want to
share those feelings with anybody for fear people would hate him for
being the reason Bobby didn't have his helmet with him. He told her
how he knew that if he admitted to himself that Bobby's accident was
not his fault in any way that it would mean it was all Bobby's fault, and
he didn't want to admit that.

"And because of all of those thoughts you never came back into my
room," Lisa said. "That implies that you placed some of the blame on
me as well."

"I guess I did in a way," Noah said quietly. "I would think to myself
that if I hadn't been in bed with my sister, nothing bad would have
happened. Plus, every time I thought back to that morning and that
phone call, a voice in my head would tell me that my being with you
was proof that the accident was all my fault."

The two siblings talked some more about that morning and the four
years since then. Noah told Lisa how, with the help of Espowyes, Eric
and Marty, he finally was able to confront his demon and face the
truth.

"So that means you're cured?" Lisa asked.

"It means I know how to face my demon when I need to. It means I
understand what truly happened that day. Espowyes says it means I
have all but completed the grieving process."

"How does Marty fit in? He didn't go to Montana with you."

Noah told her about his buying the alcohol and the marijuana. He told
her about how Marty twice kept him from using it. And he told her
how Marty would often talk to him about some of the tenets of the
program that was keeping him sober.  He showed Noah how it would
help him to use some of the philosophy to help come to terms with
himself.

Lisa put Noah's hand on her well-developed breast. He started to
unconsciously rub her nipple, and then increased the pressure as he
kneaded her right breast. "Are you looking to lose your virginity
tonight?" she asked.

"No. Maybe I will at some time with somebody, but I really doubt it.
Eric has done it once; I suppose I could survive it. But, in the unlikely
event I lose my cherry, I don't want it to be with my sister."

"Understood, although I think it would be nice for both of us."

Noah placed his head on his sister's breast and licked it, then moved
to her left breast and sucked it as he rubbed her right one. "You and
Nicky," she said, "my two gay brothers who enjoy sucking my boobs,
but won't fuck me."

"I would think Shane would have been enough as far as brotherly
incest goes."

"Oh, he was plenty. I miss doing it with him, even if we do make-out
sometimes."

Noah went back to enjoying his sister's breast as she started
masturbating herself. Noah found himself humping Lisa's leg until she
made a suggestion. He smiled when he heard what she had to say.
He got on top of her, his cock lined up between her breasts, and did
what Shane often did since he and Lisa had stopped having
intercourse. He titty-fucked her, humping the space between her
breasts as she pushed them tightly against his sixteen year old teen
tool. When he came, it was over her face and neck and between her
boobs. It took her almost no time to bring herself to an intense
orgasm.

After they finished, Lisa wiped herself clean. She and Noah then slept
together for the first time since the night before Bobby's death. Lisa
and Noah both felt that they had accomplished a great deal towards
Noah's healing process and towards righting the relationship between
the two of them. Noah didn't bother to return to his room that night.

<Monday, August 19>

[NOAH]

By sleeping with Lisa last Wednesday, I was able to put more of the
demon to rest. However, I could see no reason to sleep with her
again. She was my sister after all. But, as she put it, you never know
what the future might hold.

We talked about that night a few times.  She told me it had been fun
for her and she was happy to help me out. She said having me titty-
fuck had been very sexy for her, and if I ever changed my mind I
could do it to her any time, or go even farther.

"You really do need to get laid once," Lisa told me while we were
eating breakfast this morning.

"I have been laid," I told her.

"I meant by a girl, silly."

"Unlike some of my gay friends, including my boyfriend, I do not feel
the need to prove my manhood by having sexual intercourse with a
female member of the species."

"In other words, you're chicken."

"A crude sibling would flip you the bird at this time," I said.

"I rest my case," she said with that lilting laugh of hers.

"You feel that way only because you have been...um...yeah, you
have been FUCKED by both of my boyfriends." I emphasized the
word fuck. Both Bobby and Eric had had intercourse with my sister—
in Eric's case, she took his virginity.

"You know that it turned you on when it happened."

"That doesn't alter the fact that you seduced them."

"As I recall, they seemed pretty eager to be seduced."

This time I did flip her a quick bird. "My, my, little brother, you seem to
be the crude sibling this morning."

"Only because I love you, big sister." I gave her a brotherly kiss on
the cheek.

"As I love you, Noah. You're a pretty special brother, and I will miss
you terribly." Lisa would be leaving for college in a couple of weeks.

"As much as you'll miss Shane?" Her twin brother was going to a
different university—Jerome would be going to the same one as her,
however.

"Well...he is more willing to find his way to my bed, as is Nicky."

"Three would be a crowd." We exchanged quick kisses, cleaned our
breakfast stuff off of the counter and went our own ways.

That night the other half of the McCall twins came into my bedroom.
This time I was the one with the light on, reading in bed.

"Hi, Shane, this is a nice surprise." Shane was wearing only a pair of
black boxer briefs, but he quickly shed them and climbed into my bed.
I was wearing nothing, of course.

"You almost had a visit from Nicky, but I told him tonight was my
turn."

"Nicky is in my bed a lot. With you it is a bit of a rarity."

"You spent a night with Lisa, so I thought a night with me was
appropriate. I will be leaving soon, too."

"I'm going to miss you both."

He turned on his side and wrapped an arm around me. "I live in the
greatest family. I have three great brothers, a sexy and incredibly
wonderful twin sister, and the best parents in the world. I'm going to
miss everybody."

"Glenn hasn't lived here regularly for quite awhile."

"I'm still going to miss him," he said with a chuckle.

"He's going to be here for a couple of days before you leave."

"I know, and I have an idea about that."

"Oh? Do tell."

"The four of us McCall boys need to have a first and final circle jerk
together. The four of us have jerked off with one another, and have
done more than that, but all four of us have never done anything with
each other at the same time."

"Wow, and this awesome idea comes courtesy of the only straight
boy in the family."

"Us minorities do serve a purpose," Shane said.

"Well, if we can find the time to do it, I'm all for it. I'm sure Nicky will
be, and I have a feeling Glenn won't mind."

I certainly didn't mind what Shane wanted to do with me that night.
When he entered my ass, I understood why Lisa and Tonya loved
him in bed. He was eighteen, but he understood how to make love,
even to a boy. Nicky and I are the only boys he's fucked. As far as I
know, he's fucked Lisa, Tonya, and two others on the xx
chromosome side. He has been active in bed since he was ten and
he and Lisa took each other's cherries. Shane understood sex.

After a half hour of lovemaking, I had an incredibly intense orgasm,
spewing my cum all over my sheets. It was a good thing all of us boys
washed our own clothes and sheets—we certainly didn't want to
shock mom with the pecker tracks we frequently left on our bedding
or in our underwear. I knew we had all left some cum stains on Lisa's
bedding, as well. Within two minutes he was filling my ass and then
fell on top of me, panting hard.

"Damn, if it wasn't for the fact I love girls so much, I could almost be
gay. You and Nicky are the tightest fucks around."

"You apparently are a bit on the bi side."

"Just a bit. I could never be gay; I won't bottom, I won't kiss, and you
guys lack boobs and a nice wet pussy. Speaking of boobs, I hear you
made good use of Lisa's."

I grinned and gave my brother a kiss on the lips, the first time I ever
kissed him. Surprisingly, he didn't back away. Instead he returned it,
giving me his tongue. We kissed madly for maybe three minutes
before coming up for air.

"That kiss was a one-time thing," Shane said. "But I really love you a
lot, bro."

"I love you, too, bro. I think I'm beginning to understand what mom
and dad mean by empty nest syndrome."

"It will get worse for everybody. You'll be leaving in a year, and poor
Nicky will be by himself at the tender age of fourteen."

"Thankfully, he'll have Jeffrey."

"Yeah. I wonder what straight teenager in this country has three
brothers who are all gay."

"I don't know, but you know you love it."

"I do, Noah. I hated it for awhile, but you got me over that hump. Now,
I actually love it and love you. Think of all the dirty old uncles my kids
are going to have."

The two of us snuggled up and were soon asleep. That was the last
time I would ever have sex alone with Shane and the last time I would
ever sleep with him. Lisa and Shane were leaving for adulthood,
which I guess meant no more playing around with their siblings.

The next week Shane and Lisa slept together three different times,
the third night being their last time before splitting up for college.
They suspended their embargo on intercourse and did it five times
those three nights, figuring they would never do it again. All of us
were growing up in many ways.

We didn't have time for the big brotherly circle jerk when Glenn came
to visit. But it was an idea that had to happen, and eventually it did.

<Senior year, September>

<Wednesday, September 4>

Kevin woke up in the dark and checked the clock on the nightstand. It
read 5:05, way too early to get up, even on the first day of school—
the first day of his senior year in high school. He rolled over and
draped his arm over the body of his twin brother, Kraig. While it would
have been nice to have spent the night with Lars, he never had a
problem sleeping with Kraig. He had spent the last five nights with
Lars, after all, three of them here and the other two in the bed of his
blond boyfriend. He had spent many nights with his twin brother,
dating back to their preschool years.

Last night the twins had spent a lot of time talking. Starting their
senior year was a much more emotional event than they thought it
would be. While they talked, they also made out, and when the two of
them made out they always ended up having sex. Last night it was
the two of them dry humping, so they could kiss and touch and feel
and moan and purr and cover each other with their nearly identical
sperms.

The twins and Korey were experts at getting ready for school in the
morning without getting into each other's way. Korey was starting his
sophomore year at Mayfield High. Kraig and Kevin showered together
first. As soon as they finished, Korey jumped into the shower. Their
parents had their own bathroom, and knew how to conserve the hot
water so their three teen boys had enough.

After dressing, eating, brushing, and preening, the three brothers
caught their school bus. They lived at the far end of town and were
among the few town residents who rode a bus to school. They often
walked home, usually with their boyfriends. As soon as they arrived at
school, the twins split up, looking for their boyfriends. Korey waited
for Chandler's bus to arrive. Lars and Hunter both walked to school
and knew Kevin and Kraig would be waiting for them.

The Mayfield baseball group met in the commons area while they
waited for the bell for home room. There was the usual first day of
school buzz of anticipation in the air.

"Can you believe we're seniors?" Hunter asked. "I've been thinking
and thinking about this day and now that it's here...well, I almost can't
believe it."

"Believe, Hunter, believe," Danny said. "Our time has come."

"Isn't that what Danny said when he blew his wad all over his watch?"
Noah asked.

"What did he say?" Hunter said.

"Think about it, Hunter," Kevin said.

"I don't get it."

Kevin shook his head. "He said, `Our time has cum.'"

Hunter gave Noah a blank look as Kevin whisked his hand over
Hunter's head saying, "Whooooooooshhhhh."

It was then that the light bulb went on. "Fuck. I should have known it
was all about a pun, seeing as it came from Noah."

"You've known me how long?" Noah asked.

"Long enough to know I have to hang on every word you say."

"Which is my goal, of course. When you do that it makes even my
most unimportant drivel something of interest to my legions of fans,"
Noah said.

"The BS is getting very deep here," Eric said. "I hope everybody has
their hip boots on."

The ringing of the bell brought the chatter to an end. The boys
headed off to their respective homerooms. Their senior year had
officially begun.

<Friday, September 6>

Eric had been elected student body president, which was why he
wasn't at the baseball jock lunch table. Instead he was presiding over
his first student government meeting of the school year. There had
been meetings the week before school; however this was the first
official meeting.

He'd been the freshman and junior class president, but Mary Alice
had defeated him his sophomore year. While he enjoyed the position,
he preferred heading The Go to State Team to being ASB president.
On the other hand, the student body gig was prestigious and looked
good on his resume. Although he served in the student senate during
his sophomore year, representing his home room, he had missed
being in the thick of student government. Noah, who served as
student body treasurer, was having lunch at the meeting as well.

At the baseball jock lunch table, the topic was football. The Mustangs,
who were defending Seamount League champions, had their first
game coming up that night. Kevin, Lars, Hunter, Danny, Scott, and
Carl were all on the varsity football team. Noah, Kraig, and Eric all
played club soccer in the fall. Like most A schools, Mayfield High
didn't have a soccer team; soccer players competed on club teams
outside of school. The soccer players would be at the football game
that night cheering for the Mustangs and their friends.

As was always the case, Friday night home games were a big social
affair. There was football to watch and pizza or burgers to be eaten
afterwards. Sometimes there was word of a kegger, but almost none
of the athletes showed up for those. Mayfield High School athletes
used to be notorious partiers, but over the past few years the boys on
the Go to State Team had set an example by staying away from the
beer party scene. Their parties were more pizza and soda parties
than the beer and chips parties.

The Mustangs won their only non-league game 27-6. After the game,
the senior baseball jocks, along with Justin, Toby, Chandler, Korey,
and Mikey met at Eric's house, which barely had room for such a
large contingent. Eric's parents loved having the throng of teen
athletes crowding the house, realizing that in less than a year the
close-knit group of boys would be heading in different directions.
Plenty of pizza had been ordered from The Bear.

<Tuesday, September 17>

Eric and Noah had statistics fourth period, which was the first period
after lunch for them. Coach Sanders was the teacher. This was the
first year the class was being offered. Coach Sanders was not only
an excellent baseball coach, he was also a crackerjack math teacher.
Because of how he had been pushing a lot of students since their
middle school days, quite a few of the Mayfield seniors had
completed calculus as juniors. Coach Sanders convinced the school
board to allow him to teach a one semester statistics class so that his
top math students would have a math class to take as seniors.

The two seniors loved to sneak into the coach's classroom early once
or twice a week for the purpose of discussing baseball, as well as
other less important topics. Coach Sanders, for his part, enjoyed the
visits of two of the brightest students in the senior class. It gave him a
warm feeling to see how well the two boys matched up. There was no
doubt they were boyfriends and they made no attempt to hide the
fact.

"Hey, Coach," Noah said as he entered the classroom. Coach
Sanders was at his computer reading his email.

"Good afternoon boys. You picked a good day for a visit."

"And why is that? Were you missing our natural charm?" Noah asked.

"I get a good dose of that in class every day, not that I don't
appreciate it. No, the main reason is an interesting email I received
just now."

"Does it have to do with baseball?" Eric asked.

"Are you really that one-dimensional?" Noah asked his lover.

"I am when I'm around Coach Sanders," Eric replied. "At least until
the bell rings to start class. Then I become a math freak, especially
when he gets to talking about baseball statistics."

"You are hopeless."

Coach Sanders laughed at the witty banter of the two teens. He was
going to miss those two boys more than any students he had ever
taught or coached. The influence they had over their teammates, their
schoolmates, the baseball program, and the school as a whole, could
not be underemphasized.

"The two of you know that the 3-A and the 4-A schools play their state
tournament at Safeco Field if the Mariners schedule has them out of
town that weekend, right?"

They both nodded yes, wondering why the coach had asked them a
question that he knew they knew the answer to. The 3-A and 4-A
schools were the biggest high schools in the state and had played
their finals at Safeco most springs since they could remember.

"So what does that have to do with us coach?" Eric asked.

"Well, the State Athletic Activities Board meets on the third Tuesday
of each month..."

"...which would be today," Noah interjected. Eric gave him a look. "I
learned about reading calendars and calculating dates in
kindergarten math. I just wanted to show off for the coach," Noah told
him.

"What does this have to do with us, coach?" Eric asked.

"It seems the commission received a grant to try something new on a
three-year trial basis."

"Don't leave us in suspense," Noah said.

"Over the next three springs that the big schools can play at Safeco,
they want to add one of the three smaller schools." The three smaller
classifications were B, A, and 2-A. Mayfield was an A school.

That got the complete attention of the two boys. "This year the
tournament is at Safeco if I read the Mariner schedule right," Eric
said.

"Do you need calendar reading tips from me?" Noah asked.

Eric planted a big kiss on Noah's lips. "What I need is for you to shut
up and listen. Which classification did they pick as the first one to play
there?"

"They haven't picked one yet," Coach Sanders said. "And even if they
do, this probably won't happen this year."

"I don't see how they would pick the A schools," Noah said. "They will
either pick the B's or the 2A's since they are at either end of the line
with us being in the middle."

"There is a motion that was tabled for next month. The two scenarios
you brought up are in the motion, but there is a third possibility."

"That the A schools will be first?" both boys asked simultaneously.

"No, that the first classification gets picked by a random drawing."

"That would give us one chance in three of getting drawn," Eric said.
He turned to Noah and added, "I know this because I pay attention in
the awesome statistics class taught by our baseball coach."

"Flattery gets you everywhere, gentlemen. Not wishing to burst your
balloons, but I need to add that even if they pick that scenario and
end up picking the A schools to play at Safeco, we still need to earn
our way there. The defending champion does not get an automatic
invitation. Plus, there is some objection to starting the experiment this
year because it would mean the schools in that classification would
have to make last minute changes to their spring baseball
schedules."

"Damn, once again we get put into our place," Noah said. "Don't
worry coach, we don't have big heads. You know we've been working
hard getting ready for February and the first turnout."

"I am not worried about you boys having big heads. I just wanted to
make sure you had everything in perspective."

"When are you going to tell the team?" Eric asked as the bell ending
lunch rang.

"I'm not. I can't think of a faster means of communication than you
two. I trust you both not to overreact to this bit of information and
make sure your teammates don't either."

"Not to worry coach, we'll take care of things," Eric said.

Just then Gavin and Lars entered the classroom. Noah saw them and
beckoned them over. "Hey guys," he said to them, "guess what?"

 <Friday, September 27>

Marty's last Friday class ended at two o'clock. He went to his
dormitory room to drop off his books and pick up his already packed
overnight bag. If he drove straight through to Mayfield, he should
make it there in time to watch most of the football game.

The game wasn't his reason for going home, however. He wanted to
be present for a special event. Going to the game and seeing his old
high school friends was just a bonus. Rich had a big paper due on
Monday and wouldn't be going with him. Marty had to do some
reading and write a short paper, but it was all stuff he could do at
home. He planned to devote Saturday afternoon to studying.

He hadn't planned to go to Mayfield this soon after school started, but
he found it hard to turn down the pleading invitation he had received.
It appeared all the histrionics that occurred when he separated from
the Hurricane hadn't been all that necessary.

Marty got to the Mayfield football field just before half-time. He saw
that the undefeated Mustangs were tied with Harborview at 14-14.
When he tried to purchase his ticket, the retired teacher at the gate
waved him through.

"No way would I charge an honored alumnus to watch only half of a
game. Hell, I might have let you through for the entire game. How are
you doing, Marty? It's good to see you."

"I'm doing great, Mr. Franklin. You're looking good." Marty had never
had Bud Franklin for a teacher, but the retired educator followed
Mustang sports closely. He knew the athletes and the athletes knew
him.

Marty found Eric and Noah in the stands. They knew he was coming
and waved him up to a spot they had saved for him. The half ended a
couple of minutes after Marty took his seat.

The second half didn't go smoothly for the Mustangs. Hunter threw
three interceptions. Those three turnovers along with a lost fumble
opened up the floodgates as the Tugs outscored the Mustangs 21-6
in the second half for a 35-20 win. The Mustangs were thoroughly
thrashed for their first loss.

The postgame gathering was at the Bear's, where a great deal of
pizza and soda was consumed. "This is the kind of stuff from high
school that I really miss," Marty said.

"But you like college, right?" Eric asked.

"Oh, I love college. They work your ass off there, but damn, I'm
learning a lot. One thing I'm really learning is that studying hard in
high school and studying hard in college are not the same things.
Rich and I both are learning to budget our time and plan things out
every day. I hate to think how busy I'm going to be once baseball
starts. It will take up a lot more time than our fall workouts."

When he went to his apartment at the Bednarzyck's that night, Marty
was not surprised to see a twelve year old boy in his bed. The
Hurricane had been at the game, sitting with Nicky and some other
friends. He made sure Marty saw him after the game was over.

"I'm so happy you're back already," Jeffrey said as he walked over to
Marty. "I thought it was going to be forever before you came back."
He squeezed Marty a little tighter. "And I think it was forever. I'll be in
bed," Jeffrey said after giving Marty another big hug and babbling on
about how happy he was to see his big brother.

"I figured as much," Marty said. "I was just wondering which one."

"Yours, silly. Why would I be in anybody else's?"

"I thought maybe you might be in bed with your boyfriend over there,"
Marty said, pointing to Nicky.

"I would be, except you're home."

Marty smiled and ruffled the Hurricane's already mussed up hair. "I'll
look forward to time with you, little bro."

The Hurricane gave Marty his patented smile. He hugged Marty,
hugged Nicky, and ran off to find his father.

When Marty finally got home, it was after ten. He went into the house
and said his hellos to George and Carla Bednarzyck. After the hugs
and greetings, he went back to his car and grabbed his overnight
bag, his satchel of books, and a very special stuffed animal. As he
entered the apartment, he was sure he'd find Jeffrey in his bed, but
wasn't sure if the young boy would be awake. What he found was a
wide-awake Hurricane, his head propped up on a couple of pillows,
reading a book.

"Marty, you brought Mortimer! I knew you would. Teddy is on the
shelf. He was a very lonely Freddy bear."

"I thought he had Sammy's leopard to keep him company."

"He did, but it's not the same has having another bear. Sammy kept
me company, too, but it's not the same as a big brother with hair on
his body. Now, get naked and get in bed with me."

Marty obliged the eager Hurricane. He scooted under the covers and
let his hand go directly to Jeffrey's pubic area and rubbed the smooth
skin. "No hair yet," Marty said.

"I told you I'd text you if I got any."

"I thought maybe a couple grew in since you last looked."

Jeffrey threw himself at Marty and hugged him, then kissed his lips,
and then gave him tongue, all the while rubbing Marty's teen cock
into a seven inch boner. Marty had turned nineteen on Wednesday,
and his sexual tools were those of an adult. "I wouldn't have cried so
much if I knew you were going to be back this soon," Jeffrey said. He
barely took a breath as he changed gears. "I want to suck you today,"
Jeffrey said.

"Whatever you want is good with me, little bro."

Jeffrey struggled some with Marty's long, thick tool, just as he always
did. But he got into a rhythm and soon had the college boy moaning
with pleasure. Marty had his big hand wrapped around the tween's
skinny three inch cock, rubbing it, jerking it, playing with his marble
sized balls, rubbing his smooth, skinny ass, making the young boy,
who now had three inches of Marty's cock stuffed in his mouth, feel
good.

It didn't take long for Marty to grunt out, "Oh, fuck, shit, Jeffrey, that
feels so fucking good. I'm about to blow...get ready...ohhhhhh,
fuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Marty knew that sometimes Jeffrey liked to swallow and sometimes
he liked to have the cum shot into his mouth. This time the Hurricane
kept sucking Marty's cock, as the nineteen year old shot wad after
wad of his hot, thick cum into the preteen's mouth. This time Jeffrey
did something different--he didn't swallow. Instead he let the cum flow
out of his mouth and down his chin, rubbing the mixture of cum and
saliva over his face as Marty masturbated him at a furious pace.

"Fuck, Marty, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Jeffery squealed in his young
boy's voice. "Oh, fuck, here I cum." Marty made sure to give the little
helmet head of Jeffrey's cocklet extra stimulation as the boy shot his
watery cum on his belly and into Marty's hand.

The boys kissed some as they came down from their sexual highs.
"Damn, you cuss a lot when you cum," Marty said to the little seventh
grader."

"Nicky says I do, too. I told him I learned that from a master."

"Oh, little Stormy, you say the nicest things," Marty said with a laugh.
"Let's clean up and brush and get ourselves to sleep."

"I'll brush, but I won't clean my face until the morning," Marty knew
that Jeffrey had a bit of a cum fetish. He loved having Marty's cum, or
anybody's cum for that matter, rubbed on his body and face after sex.

The two "brothers" fell into a sound sleep, with Jeffrey holding Marty
tightly. They showered together in the morning and enjoyed a waffle
and egg breakfast prepared by Mrs. B. Marty chatted with Mr. B for
awhile, then told everybody he was putting out his "Do Not Disturb"
sign so he could get his schoolwork finished.

Marty and the Bednarzycks invited a pair of special guests to dinner
that evening, Dallas and Milton, aka The Schnoz. After dinner, Mr. B,
Marty, and the two guests were going to the meeting in Centralia. It
was birthday night, and fifteen year old Dallas would be collecting his
one-year birthday chip. Dallas's sobriety birthday was why Marty
made the trek from Pullman to Mayfield that weekend.

Dallas now lived with The Schnoz. He had been having more and
more difficulty dealing with the ready access to alcohol and drugs at
his mother's house. That, along with his being hit on by one of his
mother's boyfriends and his buddy, brought back memories of his
middle school days when he was a boy toy for Randy's father and his
sleazy pals. Dallas didn't ask for anybody's permission to move, he
simply left the house with a cardboard box full of clothes and trudged
to Milton's house just before the school year started. His mother was
having another of her drunken parties and he had had enough. He
knew he either had to leave or get drunk and stoned at one of the
parties, and then probably fucked, by the adults. He'd been sleeping
at Milton's house ever since.

Marty and Dallas had kept in constant contact since Marty left for
college. Mr. B did some legal work to make Milton a temporary
guardian. Mr. B thought that the gruff and grumpy Schnoz was
exactly what Dallas needed right then, and that Dallas might be just
as good for The Schnoz.

Dallas and Milton rode with Marty and Mr. B to Centralia. Marty told
about the meetings he'd attended on campus. He had already made
some good friends among the recovering alcoholics and addicts on
campus. He and Rich had also found some gay friends as they
worked to fit into college life.

The birthday meeting consisted of coins, talks, sharing, and cake.
When Dallas received his coin, the told of how Milton and Marty, his
sponsors, helped keep him sober. He told of moving out and how his
mother hardly seemed to miss him. He didn't tell how he desperately
wanted a boyfriend, which wasn't a topic he felt comfortable with in
that venue. Dallas got congratulations and hugs after the meeting and
was told to keep coming back.

He had felt comfortable talking about the topic of a boyfriend with
Marty and Milton however. On the drive back to Mayfield, Dallas
remembered a talk he'd had with Milton a week after he'd shown up
at his sponsor's door carrying his box.

"I have a year in, Milton. We're not supposed to have a new
relationship in our first year, but now I can have one."

"What's your point, son?"

"I need a boyfriend, bad."

"And why is that?"

"Because the other gay boys in Mayfield have boyfriends."

"What's your point, son?" Milton asked again.

"My point is, I want to be like them and be happy."

"What can you control?"

"Just myself."

"Then work on that part of your life, controlling yourself and what you
can do. The rest will take care of itself."

"You're no help at all."

"I'm not supposed to be. I'm just working to keep me sober, and hope
by doing that I might keep you sober as well. But I will tell you this,
son--having a fifteen year old boy sitting on my couch wearing
nothing but a pair of boxer shorts is not good for my heart."

"Do I turn you on, Milton?" Dallas asked with a smirk.

"Perhaps, as long as you are living here, you could wear a bit more
around the house," the Schnoz said while avoiding a direct answer.

After that, Dallas enjoyed teasing Milton by walking around the house
in just his boxers, or, after a shower, with just a towel draped around
himself. Nothing sexual had happened between the two, but they
both seemed to like the byplay, even if Milton didn't show it.

A week later, Milton said, "You know I like boys, right?"

"We've always thought that back in middle school. And don't worry, I
have no plans to reveal your secret."

"I wasn't worrying. If I was going to worry about it, I wouldn't have told
you."

Dallas was wearing only a pair of boxers and socks. "So, why are you
telling me this tonight?"

"Because you are living here. Seeing you half naked has me praying
for strength nightly."

"I thought you prayed nightly all the time anyway."

"Not like I'm praying these nights."

Dallas dropped his boxers to his ankles. "What does seeing me
naked do to you?"

"It tells me I am making the right decision."

Dallas stared at The Schnoz with a frightened look. He wondered if
he'd gone too far. He'd been sexually used by adults so often in his
young life, it didn't bother him to be around them half naked, or even
naked, but he wanted sex to be under his own conditions, not those
of an older male. "You're not going to kick me out, are you?"

"No, son, I happen to like having your sorry ass around here. But this
weekend we're going bed shopping. We're converting my junk room
to your bedroom and get you off of this couch. Then you won't always
be tempting me with that half-naked body of yours."

Dallas stepped out of his boxers, sat next to his mentor, and gave
him an awkward hug. "Now my naked body can tempt you. Thanks
for being here for me Milton, I mean it."

"I never in my life thought I'd have a handsome boy like you living
under my roof. God does bring a lot of interesting temptations into
one's life."

"Does that mean you want to have sex with me?" Dallas had sprung a
five-and-a-half inch boner as he sat next to The Schnoz.

"Yes it does. But it also means I won't have sex with you, and you
know that."

"Yeah, I do, and I know it's the right thing. But Milton..."

"Yes?"

"I love you. And any time you change your mind, I'm willing."

This time Milton hugged Dallas. Even though his teen charge had a
raging hard-on and was wearing nothing but a pair of socks, Milton
managed to avoid going beyond the hug. It was the kind of hug a
father would give to his son. While Milton had been good for Dallas,
the young teen had also been equally good for the self-styled hermit.

Dallas was wakened from his reverie as Mr. B's car pulled up in front
of Milton's small house. Everyone said their good nights as Dallas
and Milton entered the house. The two slept in their own beds, as
they always did, Milton in his four poster queen, and Dallas in his new
full size bed. As far as Dallas was concerned, he was home. He
crawled into his bed naked, wishing he could go to the other bedroom
and cuddle with the first man in his life he truly loved and respected.
In the other room, Milton wished he could hear the fifteen year old
boy come sneaking into his bedroom. Both of them masturbated to
somewhat unfulfilling climaxes.

Over at the Bednarzyck's, Jeffrey spent another night in bed with
Marty. He let Marty's big shaft fill his little ass. This time he closed his
eyes and let Marty fuck him all the way and fill his insides with teen
cum. He could hardly wait until Nicky grew to where he could fill him
the same way his "big brother" did.

This time the boys could leave each other without tears. They had
learned over the past month that they could live without each other,
and that they weren't going to be apart forever.

Marty stopped to visit his mother on Sunday after determining that his
father wasn't home. As she always did, Marty's mother pleaded with
him to patch up his differences with his father, and as he always did,
Marty refused. He was not yet sober and spiritual enough to get past
his resentments and accept his father.

<Senior year, October>

<Thursday, October 10>

Lewis Carlson had been doing quite well competing in the monthly
dart tournament at the Kicking Horse Tavern in Centralia, at least
until the dartboard started to get blurry. Still, his team was
maintaining second place in the standings. But when the board
started to split into two parts, his darts were flying erratically and his
team ended up finishing their last game in third.

"Hey, Howie, need another pitcher here," Lewis said, pointing to his
team's table.

"I'm cutting you off, Lew," Howie said. "Time for you to get your ass
home while you can still drive." While Howie was a good bartender
and could tell that Lew had had enough to drink, Lewis Carlson was
an experienced alcoholic who could hide how drunk he really was.

In the past, Lewis usually limited his drinking when he went to
Centralia because of the long drive back to Mayfield. He saved his
heavy drinking for the watering holes in or near Mayfield. But, over
the last few years, his drinking had gotten worse, especially after he'd
kicked Marty out of the house.

"Dammit, Howie, you can't fucking cut me off. I just got started."

"So sue me, Lew. I want you to still be able to drive home." Howie, for
all of his experience, was missing Lew Carlson's state of intoxication.

"Shit, I got a bitch for a wife, a faggot for a son, and an asshole for a
bartender. Shit, you know my queer son don't even have the balls to
drink. Too busy packing fudge at that faggot college he goes to. Shit,
if it wasn't for hunting, fishing, and good old American beer my life
would suck." Lewis grabbed his jacket and got up, stumbling slightly.
He headed out of the back door to the parking lot.

Lewis knew that when he drove under the influence, if he kept to the
speed limit and kept himself in line with the center stripe, he would
avoid the attention of the cops. As he headed out of Centralia on
Highway 12, he was having the same problem with the center stripe
that he'd had with the dart board. He wasn't sure which one of the
two stripes was the right one.

David Reynolds had his State Patrol car parked along the shoulder of
Highway 12. He was on a straightaway about ten miles east of
Centralia. It had been a quiet night with no accidents and only two
citations issued, one for being fifteen miles an hour over the limit and
the other for passing illegally. He saw a pair of headlights
approaching from behind and knew instinctively that citation number
three was coming.

The passing car was weaving along the center stripe, obviously trying
to use it to keep from weaving. The tactic wasn't working. Officer
Reynolds pulled out onto the highway, hit his flashers, and soon had
the weaving car pulled over to the side of the highway. Lewis Carlson
had managed to drink and drive and not get caught for quite a few
years. His luck had finally run out. After failing various field sobriety
tests and a breathalyzer test, he found himself in the back seat of the
patrol car being carted off for a night in jail.

The next day his wife bailed him out. He complained all the way
home about how the State Patrolman had to fulfill his quota or he
would never have been stopped. He had his wife stop at the liquor
store so he could restock his supply at home.

"A man should be able to have a couple of beers and drive home," he
said, not mentioning that he blew a 1.8 on the breathalyzer; the legal
limit in Washington being 0.8. It appeared that other than a night in
jail, not much in the life of Lewis Carlson had changed.


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