Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2009 20:15:56 -0400
From: Sequoyah <sequoyah@charter.net>
Subject: Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels, Chapter 48

Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels

Chapter Forty-eight


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Chapter Forty-eight

At the beginning of last period Friday, Mr. Agnue come on the intercom and
asked all AP students to come to the counseling center conference room. I
guess he had forgotten how many there were since the room wasn't large
enough and we all had to go to the auditorium.

As soon as we all got seated and quiet, Mr. Agnue said, "First, I want to
wish you the very best on your exams. I know you have worked hard and your
teachers have prepared you well. That's the major reason you will do well
but, as we all know, luck also plays a part -- some questions are more up
your alley than others and I hope you get the best ones for you. Second,
while I suspect it is not of major importance to you, the number of AP
students in a school and how well they do on the exams play a big part in
how a school is rated, and that is of major importance to the faculty and
administration. An indication of how participation in AP has increased in
recent years and particularly this year, I still thought the conference
room would be more than adequate, forgetting how many of you there
were. Finally, as a token of our appreciation, next week, if you have an AP
exam in the morning, you are free for the rest of the day. If you have one
in the afternoon and none the following morning, sleep in. If not, pick a
morning or afternoon you are free and take that. Just be sure to let
Ms. Swartz... Ms. Barefoot... know. I'll be covering for you. Again, the
best of luck. Over to you, Mrs. Carter."

Ms. Swartz was, of course, cooling her heels with her baby at home --
pity. The rumor mill had it Ms. Swartz had gone completely nuts when her
darling baby was suspended and made all sorts of accusations and caused a
major uproar in the office to the point where Mr. Bingham had to haul her
out. The new receptionist was Ms. Barefoot.

Mrs. Carter, the counselor in charge of AP exams, gave us all the usual
words of wisdom and pep talk. When she was almost finished, she said, "I
know all of you have memorized your schedule for next week, but in case you
have questions, student aides are passing out copies. While you look them
over, I'll entertain questions." Fortunately, there were few and those
would have been answered by reading the materials we all had been given,
but there are always those....

When there were no more questions, Mr. Agnue said, "If you have
transportation, be dismissed, otherwise, you can hang out here or in the
library."

As we were leaving the meeting, Michael came up to Justin and me and said,
"I see you two have Wednesday afternoon off. I do as well. Any possibility
we could get together? I need to talk."

"Sure," I responded. "If the weather is good, Justin and I will be on the
boat. You can join us."

"Only if you promise no storm!" Michael laughed.

"If it's urgent, we could get together before then, I'm sure," Justin said.

"No real rush. Wednesday is fine," Michael said. "See you then."

"What are you and Sandy up to this weekend?" I asked.

"Nothing special," he responded. "I have to help Dad with some work around
the place Saturday. Sandy is working on his science project. We talked
about the possibility of taking in a movie Saturday night. Sunday, of
course, we'll show up at St. Paul's and John has asked us to join him and
the others on his boat Sunday afternoon."

"Justin and I will be sailing, so we'll see you on the high seas," I said,
and we parted company.

Friday and Saturday nights, Justin worked late, coming home for supper then
returning to the store which closed at 9:00, and some nights he still had
an hour's work to do with making out the deposit and all that stuff. The
work wasn't hard physically, but he was always pretty tired when he came
home those nights.

Saturday night, I practically crawled home after Adam and I had completed
our last delivery and got back to the store an hour after closing. When I
got home, Justin was not yet home for supper. "Justin called to say he'd be
late," Clarisa said as I came in. "Said he'd come for supper at 8:00. Your
mom and I can wait if you can."

"It's 6:30," I observed, glancing at my watch. "8:00's fine with me. I'll
shower and relax a bit." I crawled upstairs and into a hot shower. When I
finished, I flopped across the bed and promptly fell asleep. Justin woke me
when he came in for supper and I pulled on T and shorts and we went
downstairs.

"I thought you two would be taking today off," Mom said, coming into the
kitchen, "getting ready for APs."

"Mr. Sanford said we could, but he was really backed up with deliveries," I
replied.

"And I had some major work to do at the store," Justin added. "Anyway,
Mrs. Powers suggested we eat, sleep and relax this weekend. Said if we
weren't ready for exams, cramming wouldn't help, so I saw no reason to take
the day off. Think we are all planning on spending tomorrow on the water."

"If we're not on duty tomorrow, I was thinking about not showing up at
St. Paul's," I said. "Interested, Justin?"

"Having the same thoughts myself," he grinned in response.

"I suspect Fr. DeBruhl might have had an inkling of that," Mom laughed. "I
notice none of the Clan are on duty tomorrow. Enjoy."

"Want a picnic basket?" Clarisa asked.

"More than you know," Justin replied.

After supper, Justin asked, "You talking to the Clan about tomorrow?" I
nodded and when he left for the store, I called John, Susan and Bobbie and
asked about a picnic. They were all for it. Susan said she'd check with
Bobbie, but she thought we should ask Adam and Arnold.

"Then what about Misti, Pat and Sissy?" I asked. "Looks like the Clan is
expanding in its last moments in high school," I added.

"You check on Sissy and I'll call Misti and Pat."

When Susan called back, she said Misti and Pat were away for the weekend
and Bobbie would call Adam and Arnold. "Matter of fact, she seemed rather
anxious to have them along."

"Might have something to do with Kenneth canceling out on two weekends
now. Maybe just a prom night romance," I suggested.

"We're all meeting at the marina at 11:30. Gives us time to get away before
the after-church crowd arrives."

When Justin arrived, I told him of the plans and he said, with a wicked
look in his eye, "Sounds good, but let's make it better. Let's get up and
get on the boat by 8:30-9:00. We'll have a couple hours or so by
ourselves."

"I'd love that," I said, kissing him and starting a short, but toe-curling
love-making session.

We had a huge thunderstorm during the night and I was afraid our planned
day on the water was ruined, but Sunday morning dawned bright and
beautiful. It was early -- actually not quite 7:00 -- when I awoke to the
smell of bacon frying. I pulled on shorts and T and went down to find
Justin in the middle of cooking breakfast. "Clarisa's not sick is she?" I
asked.

"Not so far as I know," Justin replied. "I woke up and realized I hadn't
done any cooking in ages and decided to make breakfast. Wake the ladies and
tell them breakfast is in thirty minutes."

Before I could call her, Clarisa came running into the kitchen as if the
house was afire. She obviously had hopped out of bed, thrown on a robe, and
headed for the kitchen. "You need something, Clarisa?" Justin asked as
though nothing was going on and then explained why he was fixing
breakfast. "Now go get yourself fixed up," he laughed. "I want to enjoy my
breakfast and right now I'm not sure I can with the mess you are in." Her
hair was in curlers and sleep was still in her eyes and she wore a ratty,
baby pink robe she just wouldn't get rid of. Guess you'd say it was her
security blanket.

Clarisa gave him a playful slap on the cheek and said, "Baby, one of these
days," laughed and headed for her place, to reappear half an hour later
looking much better.

Mom arrived right behind her and we all sat down to a wonderful breakfast.

Breakfast over, Justin and I went to our place, undressed and hit the
shower. Seconds after the water temperature was adjusted, I was in Justin's
arms, his mouth covering mine, our tongues doing battle. After several
minutes of passionate kissing, Justin said, "Babe, let's hold it for the
boat. I want to make love to you on the water."

"It'll be hard...."

Justin laughed. "That's no surprise!" he said as he slapped my manhood. "It
almost always is!" he said as he pulled my wet body to his, and kissed me
deeply.

We dried each other and got clothes for the day. As I reached into a drawer
for briefs, Justin grabbed my arm and said, "You don't need all that extra
stuff. It's definitely a commando day," and laughed as he pulled shorts
over his bare, beautiful butt. Grinning, I did the same. Wasn't easy
getting on shorts for either of us as our cocks were standing hard and
stiff from black and blond bushes.

Dressed, we went downstairs where Clarisa was putting together a picnic
basket. She took fried chicken and potato salad from the fridge and as she
did said, "You be sure you put the potato salad in the ice chest as soon as
you get to the boat. Promise."

"We promise," I said.

She had already put a large covered pot of her version of baked beans in
the basket, along with zipped plastic bags of raw veggies and jar of blue
cheese dip. Closing the basket, she said, "The ice chest is already loaded
with ice and drinks. Anything else you need?"

"Not a thing, thanks Clarisa," I responded and kissed her on the
cheek. "Got food to refuel after making mad, passionate love to your other
boy."

"Get out of here," she laughed and slapped me on my butt.

"Be easy with that!" Justin said with a grin. "It belongs to me."

"You get, too," she responded, slapping the butt that belonged to me.

Justin grabbed the picnic basket and I picked up the duffel bag with our
extra shorts, Ts, swim trunks and, most importantly, the ditty bag, and we
headed for the car. It took both of us to get the over-sized ice chest with
the ice and drinks in the car and then we were ready to go.

Fifteen minutes later we were at the marina. We took the ice chest as we
went to the boat. After it was stowed, Justin said, "You get the boat
ready. I'll get the picnic basket and duffel.

It didn't take long to get everything aboard and stowed. In fact, we were
under power and headed out of the marina just after nine.

The weather was perfect for sailing -- bright sunshine with a steady light
breeze. As we approached the mouth of the inlet, I remembered Justin said
last night we'd get out early to have time to ourselves and to make love on
the water. Last fall -- the last time Justin and I had gone sailing before
winterizing the boat -- he had suggested we investigate an inlet half a
mile or so along the shoreline from the marina inlet. We had sailed up the
inlet, dropped anchor and lay back on the boat's benches, hands behind our
heads.

That day, we had talked a couple hours, recalling things we had done
growing up and then about what we planned to do since we would soon be
finishing high school. I was very undecided about my future. I had given a
lot of thought to what I wanted to do with my life, but had settled on
nothing. Justin was worried about being able to do anything beyond high
school except get a job and go to work to help out him mom. There were also
long bouts of silence.

Thinking back on that day, I laughed and headed the boat toward that
inlet. When I did Justin started laughing and asked, "You thinking what I'm
thinking?"

Grinning, I responded, "'Spect so."

"You know, seems like there were two different people on the boat then. I
was worried about a job instead of college, a job to help Mama...." We both
fell silent for several minutes, then Justin chuckled and said, "Can you
imagine two men less aware than we were?"

Grinning, I responded, "You mean the fact that we did everything but jump
each other's bones, but did nothing? Wonder why we were too dense to pick
up on what was going on?"

"Guess I was too busy trying to give you a hint of my feelings without
revealing anything."

"And I was doing the same. Going 'Hint, hint, hint,' but paying no
attention to who we were hinting to."

"Well, there's no need to hint today."

"Don't know about that. Seems to me your heading for the inlet is a pretty
big hint."

"No hint, lover boy. I want your body!"

We sailed up the inlet until we reached a point where shrubs and stunted
trees grew on one bank, hiding the boat, if not the masts, from view. The
opposite side of the inlet was marsh, making an approach from that
direction damn nigh impossible. As I cut the motor, Justin dropped the
anchor.

We were alone and seconds after the anchor splash, in each other's arms,
tongues exploring half-opened mouths, hands exploring bodies. With very
little interruption in our kissing and the business of our tongues, hands
slid under Ts, slipping them over our heads. Our kisses became hotter and
hotter as first one, then the other, unzipped his lover's shorts, allowing
them to fall to the deck. Justin grasped both our cocks and began a slow
stroking. The stroking was hot enough in itself, but feeling my cock being
rubbed by Justin's was an added pleasure.

We were standing, and that kinda limited what we could do since there were
gentle swells in the inlet rocking the boat, and any sudden movement on our
part increased the danger we'd fall on our asses, which we were reserving
for other activities. That was soon remedied when I pulled a couple
cushions to the deck and laid them side by side. They were hardly in place
before Justin and I were mouth to cock. Sixty-nine is great and I love it,
for a while, but it means I cannot see the face of my beloved and seeing
his face is important for me when I am making love to him. Justin feels the
same way, but sometimes... well, as I said, I love sixty-nine!

When we had brought each other close to the point of no return, Justin did
his trick, flipping himself around so he lay facing me, his black, black
eyes gazing in to mine. We exchanged passionate kisses and stroked each
other until Justin said, "Better hold off, babe, or it's all going to be
over too soon!"

I kissed him and turned to lie on my back. Justin promptly lay his head on
my chest. We were silent, just being in the presence of the one we loved
beneath the blue, blue sky.

Justin took a deep breath and sighed, then said softly, slowly, "Babe, I
love you more than anything in the world. I don't think I could live
without you." As he spoke, he turned his head, looking into my eyes as his
fingers lightly stroked my face.

I was silent, struck dumb by just the idea of life without Justin. Finally,
I got myself together enough to say, "Babe, I hope we never have to find
out how life would be without each other," and covered his mouth with mine.

As we continued soft, butterfly kisses, I wrapped my arms around Justin and
pulled him atop me. Resting his weight on his elbows, he raised his head
and gazed into my eyes. Justin asked, "Marc, babe?"

I knew what he was asking, but for some dumb reason, responded, "Are you
sure?"

"Never been surer of anything," he answered with a huge Justin smile.

I know how lustful eighteen-year-old males can be, I am one, but Justin and
I had been so busy and so tired from school and work, he had been been
inside me only once since the prom. We were not shirking lovemaking --
never -- but we had made love in ways we were more practiced in and which,
frankly, did not require the time and energy having Justin inside me
did. Now we had all the time we needed!

Justin hopped up, opened the duffel and tossed me the ditty bag. Moments
later, I was fingering Justin's rosebud, then pushed a finger inside
him. As he opened up, I added a second and a third, and he was begging for
me inside him. Even after I had slowly entered him, he was begging for
more, urging me deeper and harder. It was a wonderful feeling, both being
inside the man I loved and his asking for more. As I continued to thrust, I
was stroking Justin in rhythm with my thrusting. Even with just resting
inside him from time to time, and long before I wanted it to happen, I
thrust inside my lover as my cock spasmed. As it did, Justin shouted, "Yes!
Yes! Yes! Oh yes, babe, yes! as he joined me in a toe-curling climax. Both
of us, weak from sexual ecstasy, once again lay on our backs, Justin's head
resting on my chest.


We were so happy, relaxed, loved, that soon both of us fell sleep to the
gentle rocking of the boat.