Date: Wed, 13 May 2009 21:38:20 -0400
From: Sequoyah <sequoyahs-place@charter.net>
Subject: Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels--Chapter Forty-nine

Saga of the Elizabethton Tarheels

Chapter Forty-nine

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Chapter Forty-nine

I awoke to Justin's smiling face looking up at me after he had kissed my
belly button. Instant hardon! In spite of having made mad, passionate love
before falling asleep, maybe half an hour ago, we were again lustful
eighteen-year-olds. Starting with butterfly kisses, I was soon kissing and
tonguing my way toward Justin's manhood. As I have said earlier, Justin
loved tongue baths, but was not much for giving them. I, on the other hand,
loved kissing and tonguing my lover's body, but wasn't too much into
receiving same. Today was different. Soon Justin let me know he wanted to
make love to my body with his tongue and mouth and, while when he had tried
before I had just dissolved me into a giggling mass, today Justin was
giving and I was receiving perfectly. Soon I was way past hot! As if by
magic, I knew what I wanted and that was Justin inside me. Now!

When I told him that, he started asking me if I was sure and kept on until
I said, "Damn it, Justin, cut the talk and fuck me!"

Justin looked properly startled, kissed me and said, "You may call it
fucking, but if you are sure you want me, I am going to make love to you,
not fuck you."

"I'm sure," I replied as we began to make ourselves ready for this new
adventure. Finally I said to Justin, "Babe, I am ready, please."

Justin lay on his back and I slowly, carefully, gently, lowered myself on
his love maker. As I did so, I immediately realized a dildo is a dildo and
Justin's manhood was definitely not a dildo!

Sounds strange I know, especially in light of the load of cum resulting
from our love-making already this morning, but we were as hot as if we
hadn't had sex in months -- well, days anyway! Justin's hands were under my
ass as he said, "Hey, lover boy, not so fast or you'll hurt both of us!" As
hot as I was, taking it slow and easy was difficult, but somehow I
managed. When Justin was fully inside, I was well aware that this was a
great deal more than sex. Justin was right, it was love-making, not
fucking. In our physical joining, we were joined in a deeper, may I suggest
more spiritual, way. For my part, I felt that Justin's manhood inside me
filled a void, a place which only he could fill.

As we continued making love, we changed position several times. We both
loved doggy style, but also hated the fact that we could not look into our
lover's eyes and see his face as we gave each other pleasure. As a result,
I ended up on my back, legs over Justin's shoulders when his cock first
sent a shock wave though my body when it hit that special place
inside. Several times, I felt that wonderful shock as his thrusting cock
hit the magic spot. Finally, Justin leaned over my body, covered my mouth
with his and thrust deep as I felt him explode inside me. That was the last
thing I remembered for a moment. I had, literally, been knocked unconscious
when Justin's climax set me off without either Justin or me touching my
cock. When I came to, Justin lay on my body, his cock still in my ass and
mine pressed between our cum-covered stomachs. "Wow, at least wow!" I said
as I kissed my lover hungrily.

"Damn! You had me scared there for a minute," Justin said, holding me
tightly. "What happened?"

"You drove me into such sexual ecstasy that I guess I left this world," I
responded.

Finally sated, at least for the moment, Justin's cock slipped out of my ass
and we lay side-by-side, gazing into each other's eyes, saying nothing. Our
eyes and smiles said all that needed to be said. But as all romantic
moments must end, this one ended when Justin said, "Babe, it's warm, but
cum drying on the belly is cold. Think it's time we got cleaned up."

"Agreed."

The brackish water of the inlet wasn't dirty in spite of how it looked, so
we slipped over the side of the boat and swam a bit, then climbed back into
the boat and dried each other. When Justin had finished drying me, he
grabbed the sunscreen and began covering my body. When his hand made a
swipe across my ass, I said, "I don't expect my ass to be in danger of
being sunburned."

"Major danger," he responded. "As beautiful as it is," he grinned, "it's
lily white and you are going bareassed until we have to put clothes on."

Bareassed we were as Justin weighed anchor and I started the motor. We
sailed slowly and carefully out of the inlet and, just as we cleared it, a
high-performance boat shot out of an inlet half a mile or more down the
shoreline from us. "Damn! There goes major money," Justin said as the boat
disappeared from view.

"Yeah, like a quarter-half a mill or so," I said. "What's a boat like that
doing around here?" I pondered.

"Florida drug runners used them a few years ago," Justin said. "But around
here? Drug running? Sure never heard any rumors about such."

"Well, I guess it'll just remain a mystery."

"Suspect so."

We gave the boat no further thought as we shut off the motor and hoisted
the sails which were immediately filled by a steady breeze. The boat picked
up speed, but it was smooth sailing, smooth enough that we were doing what
Justin called "toe sailing," meaning the boat required so little attention
you could "sail by your toes."

Justin was sprawled out on a bench and I lay back between his legs sailing
at the back of my mind; in the forefront, thoughts about how much I loved
the man who loved me and how fortunate we were to have "discovered" each
other after being friends for years.

I looked up at Justin, who gave we a face-wide smile, leaned forward and
kissed me. I had to turn very little to open my mouth and receive his
tongue and the taste of Justin flooded my being. We lay, contented,
exchanging kisses until I had to give attention to sailing and, as I did,
Justin said, "You know, we are two lucky dudes."

"I know that," I said, and grabbed a quick kiss. "But why in particular?"

"Oh, in at least a thousand ways, but I was thinking specifically about how
we made out at Elizabethton State University. I suspect had your old man
been just Joe Blow, we'd be SOL, out on our beautiful butts."

"Hate to admit it, but you're probably right. But he isn't and we're in."

Even though we waited until long past any sensible deadline to talk with
the Dean of Admissions, we had both been accepted. Financial aid was, to
put it mildly, limited at the late date, but that didn't affect me. Given
my family's income and my college trust fund, the only aid I would have
possibly received was an academic scholarship and there was none
left. Justin, of course, could use all the help he could get, but we both
knew since we'd be staying at home, what he made at the store would take
care of his expenses. Further, Mr. Sanford had told him since he'd have
more time to devote to the store, he'd be making a great deal more.

We also learned ESU was more than willing to accept our AP credits and, if
we did well again this year, we'd have most freshmen courses out of the way
and, in fact, if we wanted to go to summer school, we'd be rising
sophomores the day the fall semester started. Our world was looking pretty
good.

I guess we had forgotten we were in our birthday suits, so when John and
his boatload came whizzing by, we got a lot of catcalls. We stood and waved
as they flew past, bareassed as babes. "Guess the time has come to cover
our asses," I said and Justin tossed me my shorts and T. He pulled on his
shorts, grabbed the sunscreen and gave me another coat, just to be on the
safe side.

John doubled back and pulled alongside. As we held the two boats together,
Sandy and Michael joined us, and the food basket and cooler were passed
over to Arnold and Adam and John sped away. As Sandy stepped aboard, he
said, "Noticed in passing this looked like the kind of boat I wanted to be
on!" He made his point when John opened up his boat and headed out to sea
and Sandy wrestled Michael to the deck, yanked his T over his head and
began kissing his nipples and stomach.

"Hey, cool it Hot Box! We're hardly in private!"

"Bet Justin and Marc wouldn't care if I fucked you right here!" Sandy
responded and started pulling Michael's shorts down.

"Back off, Hot Box," Michael said, clearly not joking, as he pulled his
shorts up. Sandy managed to yank them back down and kiss Michael's cock
before he stopped, laughing. Michael wasn't even smiling.

I glanced at Justin and knew we both had been caught off guard. Even more
so when Michael grabbed Sandy, pinned his arms to his side and brushed his
lover's lips with his. What was going on?

We all settled down and since I was still "toe sailing," Justin lay back on
a bench and pulled me to himself. Once again, I lay back against him,
between his legs. I guess Michael took that as a hint because soon Sandy
was lying on him the same way. As Sandy snuggled there, Michael put his
hand beneath his lover's chin, raised it and turned Sandy's face toward
his. He then gave Sandy a tender, but definitely passionate kiss. The kiss
soon became an opened-mouths, exploring-tongues one, a kiss with both the
lust of two late teens and passionate lovers. I looked over at Justin who
raised an eyebrow and mouthed "Jekyll and Hyde." So it seemed.

A slight but sudden shift in the wind meant Justin and I had to hop up and
tend to our sailing. As we did Michael asked, "Think I could learn to
sail?"

"Sure," I responded. "May take a while and I can assure you it's not as
easy as it looks but, sure, you can learn.

For the next half hour, Michael talked sailing and he got a bit of
hands-on, but it was clear that he needed to start, as I had, with a much
smaller craft than mine. "I have a cat boat which is good for beginning," I
said, "but it's no slouch. It's been stored for several years, but we can
get it out and overhaul it then, as we have time, you can learn to sail."

While Michael and I were talking sailing, Sandy and Justin had gone forward
and were sprawled out of the deck, heads together, talking. When the breeze
had stopping playing around and I could once again not focus entirely on
sailing, Michael joined me at the stern. He gazed at Sandy and Justin, got
a faraway look in his eyes and said, "God, how I love that boy! I don't
know what I will do after next year when he's likely to be one place and me
another.

"Aren't you a senior?" I asked.

"Technically," he responded. "I failed seventh because I was very sick and
missed most of the school year. I've done summer school a couple years, but
still lack enough credits to graduate. With summer school, I could graduate
after first semester next year and be off to college. My parents really
want me to see if I can do a double session of summer school and I could,
maybe, graduate in time to start next fall. Know what they want is probably
best for me but, damn, I don't want Sandy here and me somewhere
else. Besides, I'd just have a bunch of crap courses to get graduation
credits rather than courses I'll really need."

"Thought about doing your first semester here? You could do joint
enrollment and get high school and college credit. There's ESU...."

"Don't get me wrong," he broke in, "you know where I stand on the race
question, but when I hinted at it, my old man said, 'You go to that nigger
college, you're on your own.' I'll need their help, even if I get an
athletic scholarship and maybe an academic one."

"Well, there's Albemarle College with a campus here. Ahoskie Community
College is only 50-60 miles away, an easy weekend drive...."

"I know, it's just that we have had so little time together... anyway,
today's for fun before the guillotine falls."

"Yeah."

"Hey, Sweetheart," Justin called, "how about getting this thing moving?
Your lover boy is hungry."

I laughed and, as Justin jumped to the sails, started taking full advantage
of the breeze as we headed for the ever-changing bit of sand the Clan
considered our own private island. We had to drop anchor well out from the
beach and John waved and came to take us ashore. The umbrellas were up,
shading an area where the rest of the Clan were spreading the food from the
cooler.

After we had eaten and were just lying around, the well-fed animals we
were, I noticed Bobbie and Adam eyeing each other, and I do mean eyeing
each other. Adam had the same look on his face I had often seen since the
prom when he would sneak a peek at Bobbie, but I wasn't sure what the look
on Bobbie's face meant. Kenneth was supposed to have been here last weekend
but had something come up. I really began to wonder if Bobbie just felt the
need of a boyfriend or whatever and had latched on to Kenneth. Did seem a
bit strange.

Michael and Sandy had asked Arnold if he'd like to go down the beach with
them shell hunting. Seems Michael was, among other things, a shell
collector and was especially proud of not only a number of rare shells he
had found on North Carolina beaches, but also a huge collection of the
state shell, the Scotch Bonnet.

John and Susan are naturally reserved people so Susan was just sitting in a
folding seat with a backrest, with John's head in her lap. He had been
tracing her face with a finger until it tickled and she decided to get him
back. They were not especially reserved as they wrestled and rolled in the
sand!

I guess Justin and I had done enough to turn the fire down a bit this
morning as we just lay side-by-side, exchanging a kiss from time to
time. When he insisted on applying another layer of sunscreen, I did notice
he slipped a hand up the leg of my shorts and found a rapidly hardening
man's tool. I grinned when I saw he was pretty much in the same
condition. Nonetheless, we settled down and in moments were both asleep,
again, my head resting on his chest.

John's boat woke me when he gunned it to pull Michael and Sandy into the
air on parasails. The two had grown up in the same part of the world as the
rest of us, but both were hunters and fisherman and had no experience with
recreational water sports such as sailing, water skiing and parasailing
until they became a part of the Clan. In spite of their lack of experience,
both had quickly become more than passable.

As I raised up and looked around, I saw Susan in the boat with John, but
Bobbie and Adam were nowhere to be seen. I didn't see Arnold at first, but
then his hand popped up in the stern of John's boat when he waved in
passing by. I leaned over, kissed Justin awake and we joined the others for
a bit, then decided to go sailing.

A while later, we sailed around the southern end of the island and spotted
a couple lying on the beach obviously making out. "Looks like our private
island has been invaded," Justin said, pointing to them. "Don't they know
the island is the Invincible Kingdom of the Great Clan?"

"Would appear they are not aware of much of anything other than
themselves," I responded, as I reached for the binoculars. When I focused
on the couple, I exclaimed, "Guess we haven't been invaded. It's Adam and
Bobbie. Seems they have patched things up."

"From what I can see with the naked eye, it would appear so and I mean
really patched things up. So what about Kenneth and prom weekend? That
seemed to be the beginning of a real relationship."

"May have been, but from what I saw," I said, stowing the binoculars, "the
old relationship just sank the new. We'll see."

Suddenly we caught a good, stiff wind and did some serious sailing for the
next hour or so. We were well out to sea when Justin, who was handling the
rudder, said, "Think we better head in. The sail back will require some
serious tacking and we need to get back for the end of the day with the
Clan." I nodded agreement.

As we approached the island's leeward side, I sounded the boat's
horn. Minutes later, we dropped anchor where we had earlier in the
day. John ferried the crew out to where we were anchored and soon all were
aboard. John then beached his boat and swam out and climbed aboard. A swim
I would be reluctant to make, even being in as good shape as I was, but
John was a strong and fast swimmer. He also swam every day, religiously.

For several years now, we often ended our day on the water and the island
watching the sunset on my boat at a point north of the island where there
was a good view of the shoreline as it curved out to sea providing a lovely
horizon.

As soon as we had anchored, the Clan began forming in couples. As that
process started, Bobbie said, "Hold up a minute. I have something to say
before you get all snugglely."

"So do I," Adam added.

"As you all well know," Bobbie started in what we call her 'Now students,
listen' voice, "I broke up with Adam because he was such an asshole over
Justin and Marc being lovers. A real asshole. Since you know all that
history, no need to repeat it. Well, I guess Michael and Sandy don't know
the whole story...."

"We know enough," Michael said, as he pulled Sandy in between his legs.

"Thank the good Lord," I said to myself.

"Anyway, John arranged a date for me with his cousin Kenneth. We found a
mutual attraction and had a wonderful prom weekend. We parted, expecting to
get together as often as possible because, at least we convinced ourselves,
we had fallen in love at first sight. As y'all know, we both had just
broken up a long-term relationship, but we told each other, we were not
acting on the rebound. Well, after the weekend, we called each other every
night and talked, first for hours, then for a couple hours and finally for
half an hour or so. Kenneth was coming down last weekend so we could try to
sort out feelings.

"But before the weekend, he called and said something had come up and he
couldn't make it. 'Maybe this weekend.' As you can see, he's not here. We
both realized we had fallen victim to the prom night promise of 'I'm yours
forever,' except being half smart anyway and having seen other rebound
romances, we had set limits. Anyway, a couple times this past week, Adam
and I had long talks and I realized that you can get really pissed at
someone you love -- and believe me, Adam Boy, I was really pissed at you --
without that destroying your love for him, especially when the good inside
that you always knew was there finally wins out.

I had reached out to pick up the phone and call Kenneth -- thank him for a
wonderful weekend, tell him I hoped we would always be friends, but that
would be the extent of it -- but before I reached it, it rang and it was
Kenneth. He was very excited as he told me that a girl he had had a crush
on since kindergarten, but was always afraid to ask for a date, had said
'Yes' when he asked her for a date. Realizing what he had done, he said,
'Bobbie, I didn't mean...' I interrupted him and told him I was excited for
him and then added, 'And I hope you are excited for me,' and told him Adam
and I were working out our relationship. So now you know what's going on."

"All I'd add is that second chances are wonderful," Adam said, a big smile
on his face.

"All of which leaves Arnold odd man out," Susan said as she put her arm
around his shoulders.

"I wouldn't be too sure about that," Michael said with a huge grin on his
face. Arnold blushed.

After that, we all grew very quiet, watching the sun slowly sink behind the
shore in front of us, turning the scattered clouds delicate pinks and
oranges which gradually changed to brilliant reds and fiery oranges. As the
rim of the sun disappeared, Justin sighed and said, "A beautiful end to a
wonderful day on the water."

"A perfect day before the AP guillotine falls," Michael added, sobering the
mood a bit.

Soon, too soon, we sailed back to our island, John brought his boat
alongside and all except Michael and Sandy got in the speedboat and sped
away while the four of us had a leisurely, and quiet, sail back.

Later, as Justin joined me in our bed, he said, "Beautiful lover of mine,
you have made me a very happy man and no more happy than today."

"Only because you make me so happy I cannot but attempt to make you equally
joyous." We shared a long, deep, loving kiss then, wrapped in the arms of
the man we loved, slept.