Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 00:17:50 GMT
From: Rand * <mik_l@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Prairie Songs - October Chill" hs t/t oral

	To Dream Spinner (authorsix@hotmail.com) for his help and
encouragement my thanks and deep appreciation.  Also my thanks to those who
have written to me to encourage me.  This is a story of fiction - the
people as depicted are not real.

Thanks,
Rand (mik_l@hotmail.com)


October Chill - Part 1

	It's as if I'm in church with only indistinct murmuring between
seats and with a mood that is somber and listless. It's as if sound and joy
are blasphemies.  Only the lights of farmhouses and cars that glow through
the windows remind me I'm on the school bus.  Our first defeat, Henryetta,
35-31.  It will be a long drive home. There is no elation of victory to
hide the aches of bruises, or the exhaustion of trying so hard.

I did try hard, didn't I? What could I have done different? The game runs
through my head. The taste of grass is fresh again in my mouth as the tackle
is missed and I slide on the field, left behind.  The arms twinge as I
stretch to reach the ball spiraling overhead.  I shift and look again into
the darkness outside.

	The seat bounces as he sits down, Brandon.  He stares out the
window with me and I wait wondering why he came up.  Seniors are in the
back of the bus and as a senior and the quarterback, Brandon rules back
there. I was seated towards the front of the bus with the rest of the lowly
sophomores.

"You ought to take Natasha out sometime." It comes out flat almost
disinterested.
"Be good for you to go out."

"What?  I'm doing ok, I don't need to go out with Natasha." I turn to stare
at him, wondering why he was trying to fix me up with a date.

"No, you need to go out Mark." He leans in close to whisper to me.  "You
need to be dating." There is a stress on the "need".  Then more loudly,
"Hey, we can double date tomorrow night, go see a movie or something."

"Oh yeah."  I stare back out the window.  I am uncomfortable talking with
Brandon at the best of times, but this seems to be too serious.    He is too
sweet.  Almost my height but with muscles and mass where I'm still kid.  He
normally has an energy that is raw, like the whole world flows with him or
follows behind him.  Me, I'm going upstream all the time.

"So, you need a ride once we get back?"

"Yeah, thanks Brandon." Maybe he will explain things to me then.

I almost jump off the seat as his hand cups my crotch and squeezes. "Maybe
you can come over and give me another massage.  Going to be tough falling
asleep tonight.  Just remember it's two for one."  He releases his hold on
my crotch; my cock is painfully solid in my jeans.

I hear Brandon as he makes his way to the back of the bus.  "Dave, Mark
wants to take Natasha, let's go to a movie."

No, Mark wants to be with Jason.  I'm heading upstream again always against
the flow.  I've only had sex twice, once with Brandon and once with Jason.
The time with Brandon was intense but scary.  I mean sex with Brandon, a
senior and me a sophomore; Brandon, solid muscle with brains and popularity.
  It was like being given a racecar for your first spin around the block.
Except he just laid back and enjoyed it all, my fucking his ass and then
both blow jobs, the two for one special.

Jason, on the other hand, is my age, wrestles at 145 pounds and is small
enough for me to hold and cuddle.  The time with Jason was fun with shrieks
of laughter and loud sighs and moans that filled the tent we were in.  It
was hands and mouths everywhere and long kisses with arms wrapped tight
around each other.  Yeah, it would be great to go out with Jason except I
live in western Oklahoma. Here you went out with a girl, the guys or your
horse.  The only time two guys went anywhere together was to get the beer
and even then they'd look for a third.

I look out the window and close my eyes, I think of Brandon's hand cupping
my crotch and my cock twitches.  I just don't understand.

The bus pulls into the school parking lot and its lights illuminate a crowd
of parents waiting.  Must be moral support for our first loss.  We pull to a
stop and the door opens.  In no particular hurry, I let other guys out
first.

"Let's move it Mark!" Brandon calls out.  I quickly grab my bag and step in
front of him.  Immediately, his hand is on my ass giving it a squeeze.
"What's this, a welcoming committee?"

I almost laugh thinking he might be referring to my woodie, but see Brandon
staring out the bus window.  "Uh Brandon, guess I don't need a ride."  I
mutter towards him as my parents walk up.

"Oh, well great.  Don't forget tomorrow night the movies.  Call Natasha." He
turns his head to yell to me as he heads for his car.

"What's that about dear?" my mother asks.

"Nothing, just a movie date tomorrow night." I start for the car.  "It's
nice that you stopped to wait and pick me up."

"Well we all thought you'd like us here."


I'm staring at the ceiling too tense to sleep.  My mind is busy replaying
the game, hearing the shouts, and seeing the runner slip through my hands or
the ball so close but still out of reach.  Mistakes regrets and missed
opportunities all tumbling through my mind. I wonder what would have
happened if I'd gone with Brandon tonight.  Would we have cuddled this time?
  Would we have kissed and pulled each other tight?  My cock swells as I
think of Brandon moaning and think of his hands reaching out, grabbing me
and pulling me in towards him, his lips pressed against mine.

I moan as my hand starts to squeeze and stroke my cock.  I bring the other
hand to twist a nipple.  I twist and turn on the bed.

"Mark are you ok honey?" my mother asks through the door.

"Yeah, just can't get comfortable.  Just keep thinking of the game, that's
all."  I pull up and sit in the middle of the bed hoping she doesn't walk in
the room.  I start muttering under my breath, "Control, control, control";
it is a mantra of sorts that I hope will start working some day soon.

"Well maybe a hot shower will help dear."

I lean back in relief.


"Mark, honey, Jason's here." My mom shouts down the hallway.  Morning, I
don't even remember falling asleep.  I sit up stretch and yawn.

"My what a big mouth you have." Jason says laughingly walking in the room.

"All the better to" - yawn - " eat you with." I have trouble talking and
yawning at the same time and wave him in and over to me.

Jason closes the door and walks to the bed.  "Didn't think you'd still be in
bed - "
His remarks are cut-off as I grab him and pull him down to me.  I kiss him
hard and pull him back on top of me.

"You're naked!  And you stink." He says pulling back.

"You talking of me personally or my efforts in the game last night?" I ask
as I throw off the covers.  My cock is wasting no time in swelling and is
waving in the air.

"Personally. Didn't you shower after the game?"

"The first one yes, I think I must have played another last night."  I
stretch again and yawn.  "Let's take a shower." I jump from the bed and head
toward the bathroom.

Jason looks shocked his mouth slightly opened.  "Don't worry," I tell him
grabbing his hand and walking him towards the bathroom.  "No one will bother
us." At least I think, or hope.

I step into the shower stall and start the water.  Luke-warm, warm enough so
we don't shiver and cool enough so we don't run out of hot water too fast.
Jason locks the bathroom doors and then strips out of his clothes.

As Jason steps into the shower I hand him the soap and the wash cloth.
"Think you can you get me clean?"

His pushes my arms up so I extend them over my head and lean towards the
shower wall.  The wash cloth attacks my right armpit.  He rubs hard. I sigh.
  He slides the wash cloth down my side over my stomach and up to my chest.
It feels incredible and my cock is twitching. Then his hand is gone.  Now it
rubs my neck, I drop my head forward. "Damn you're tall."

I stifle a laugh and squat down.  His hands start rubbing across my back,
small circles like he is washing a car.  Then into my left armpit and down
that side.  He leans into me bringing both hands around to my chest, The
left with the soap and right with the wash cloth.  His hands dip lower.
"Stand back up."

I stand and feel his hands start washing my ass.  I tighten up, feeling his
hand slipping into my crack.  No ones ever played with my ass before.  I
don't know if I want Jason to.  But he doesn't ask permission, he keeps
washing away, probing with his hands and fingers, finally slipping one to my
puckered hole.  He pushes and slips the finger in.

I don't know whether it is pain or pleasure but I can't deny Jason.  He
twists his finger and my cock twitches again.  It is hard, painfully hard.
Suddenly his finger is gone and his hands are washing my left leg.  He
raises my left foot and I hop to keep balance.  When he releases my left
foot, he grabs my right and scrubs it as intensely as he did my left.  Then
he works his way up my leg washing and scrubbing till he hits the bottom of
my ass.  "Turn around."

I obey and look down to see Jason.  He is hard, his cock standing straight
in front of him, bouncing slightly, he water running over him and off him in
little rivers following the contour of his body.  He is staring at my cock,
hard and twitching, needing relief.

Jason rubs the soap against the wash cloth and then starts to gently wash my
balls.  I close my eyes.  "Jason, that feels so good."  He is quiet and
intent rubbing and fondling.  He pulls down on the sac and then on hairs
causing me to suck my breath.

The cloth covers the head of my cock and starts to rub and slide the skin
back and forth.  I moan slightly enjoying the stroking.  The cloth moves and
is vigorously rubbing my pubic hair and then my lower stomach, then my
chest.  "Squat down.  Now close your eyes."

The cloth rubs my face and neck and ears.  Then I feel Jason's lips touch
mine.  I open my mouth and feel his tongue.  His hands clasp my shoulders.
When he breaks the kiss, I open my eyes.  He is grabbing the shampoo bottle
and pouring a glob into his hand.  I close my eyes again and wait to feel
his hands in my hair.

Jason moves my head as he runs his hands into my hair and massages my scalp.
  I drop my chin down and let the touch of my lover caress my head.  I smile
as I realize I think of Jason as my lover.  He is, and he is touching me.  I
smile and move my hands so I clasp Jason at the waist.  I want to hold him
also.

"I should shampoo the rest of you, you are so hairy."  I look up to see his
smiling face.  I rise and move to kiss him.  His hands reach out and grab my
cock.  He squeezes while my tongue invades his mouth.  Then Jason lowers
himself and takes my cock in his mouth.  His mouth is warm, warmer than the
water that is flowing over us.  His tongue is softer than the cloth that he
used to rub me with.  His hands are flowing over my legs and ass.  He is
flicking his tongue across the tip of my cock head.  Shivers are flowing
across me and my hands reach out to both sides of the shower stall.

"Jason, oh Jason, god, that feels good."  My eyes are shut and my head drops
forward, then side to side as I tense trying to make the moments last.
Jason's tongue is still bathing my cock head. He has a hand around the shaft
pumping and the other is playing with my balls, pulling at the strands of
hair covering the sac.  My ass clenches, my back arches back throwing my
cock further forward as my cum shoots into Jason's mouth.

Spent, I look down to see Jason resting his head against my leg.  I grab his
shoulders and raise him to another kiss.  I almost fail to notice his pained
look as my mouth moves towards his.  It is a short kiss.

I reach around him and shut off the water.  I feel guilty but don't know
what I did. I reach for towels trying to hide my confusion.  "Jason, what's
wrong dude?"

I take one of the towels and start to dry Jason off.  I rub his skin slowly
trying to find words to coax out whatever he is feeling.  I raise his head
with one hand as the other dries his hair.  Our eyes meet "Please Jason,
tell me what is wrong."

"It's nothing, just sometimes I think I enjoy this too much."