Date: Mon, 05 Sep 2005 14:20:24 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 1

Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 1
By David Lee

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This story is completely fictional.  Most of the places mentioned, and none
of the characters exist in real life.  Some may possess physical or
personality characteristics of people I know or have known.  But if you see
yourself in this story, your imagination is better than mine!

"Tales from Bentonville" is a romantic story centering on the lives of high
school kids.  Lovers of other ages may appear, but not normally in a
cross-generational sense.  References to sex with under-age kids may be made
for the sake of the story line.  However, I feel that child molestation is a
crime and should not be glorified or tolerated.

This is my fifth attempt at writing fiction.  My other stories on Nifty
include: "Zeke" (August 29, 2005), "Always and Forever" (March 25, 2004)
under High School, "Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip" (April 23, 2004) under
Camping, and "Jacob and Jacques" (May 5, 2004) under High School.  Some
characters from previous stories may have cameo roles in this one.  However,
you need not read them first.


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Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 1

The incessant buzz of the alarm clock jolted Dane out of a deep sleep.  He
groped blindly for the button to shut it off.  It was a rude awakening to
what promised to be an even worse day.  Dane toyed with the idea of going
back to sleep, but his mother's voice from the foot of the stairs gave him
the resolve to haul his young butt out of bed.  She had enough on her plate
not to have to worry about his problems.

It was early October, and his first day of high school in a different
school.  The transition from middle school had been stressful enough, but
now he was faced with doing it all over again in a place where he was pretty
much a complete stranger.  He hadn't had many close friends at home, but at
least he had a lot of acquaintances through scouts and other activities.
Here he was on his own.

Dane hated a lot of things this particular morning.  He wasn't happy with
his face.  A couple of zits had broken out over the weekend.  He wasn't
happy with his body.  His feet seemed too big.  He was too thin.  (Grandma
called him "wiry", but he knew she was being kind.)  No matter how much he
ate, he couldn't gain an ounce.  He longed to be the stud that his father
was.  At least he had his dad's green eyes and sandy blond hair.

Thinking of his father reminded him of other things that he hated.  He
didn't hate his father, but he didn't like the way his father seemed
disappointed in him.  Dane wasn't the rough and tumble boy that his sire had
been.  He didn't go in for football.  He avoided confrontation.  He was
sensitive.  Dane Johnson, Sr. was the opposite.

Then there was the war.  Dane hated that more than anything else.  Not only
was it putting his father in jeopardy, but it was the reason that Dane was
in this little town on this day in this 14th year of his life.

Because he had dallied in the shower, breakfast was a hurried affair.
Dane's dalliance had been brought on by a need to relieve his body of some
its stress.  The hot water cascading over him had helped.  His well
soaped-hand stroking his morning woody had also brought temporary relief.

Dane's mother handed him his lunch as she scooped up her keys from the
counter.  She would drop him at school on her way to her job at the
courthouse.  Well, at least Dane wouldn't have to start the new school with
his mother accompanying him.  She was going to have to rush to make it on
time.  Her boss was very much into punctuality.

Bentonville High was much smaller than the suburban Chicago school that Dane
had entered in September.  That could be good or bad.  In a large school, a
guy could be kind of anonymous.  He could blend with the furniture if he
kept a low profile.

In a small school situated in a small town, everyone knew everyone else.
There were few secrets.  And, if you hadn't grown up there, you might never
be accepted by the locals.  Dane wasn't looking forward to this experience
at all.

With his schedule in hand, Dane was attempting to find the room for his
first class of the day.  Someone brushed by him yelling: "Get out of my way,
queer!"  Dane stiffened knowing that it was meant for him.  He had suffered
some of that treatment in middle school.  Shit!  Though no one here knew him
yet, it was starting over again.

But, in this case, Dane had been mistaken.  There was another boy about his
size sprawled on the floor amid strewn books and papers.  Dane knew that if
he were going to make it in this school, he had better at least kick one of
the kid's books as he went by.  He really tried to put on a macho act and do
it, but something inside wouldn't let him.  He could empathize with the hurt
look in the other kid's eyes.  He knew how it felt.

So, instead of kicking the kid's belongings, Dane began to gather them up.
He gave the other boy his hand to help him stand.  The boy looked on the
verge of tears as he whispered his thanks.

"That jerk was Colton Crider.  We used to be friends," the boy said shakily.

"I'm Dane, Dane Johnson, and I'm new here.  Maybe we can be friends," Dane
suggested hopefully.

"If you hang with me, you may have to watch your back all the time," the
other boy said sadly.  "Oh, by the way, my name is Trent Thomas."

"Nice to meet you, Trent.  Can you tell me where this class meets?"

Trent looked at the schedule in Dane's hand.  Most of the classes on it were
the same as his.  Unfortunately, they were nearly the same as Colton's as
well.  In a small school, there isn't a lot of variance.

Trent promised to show Dane around.  They shared the first-hour class, so
they headed that way with Trent slightly in the lead.

No sooner had they entered the room, than Colton had to make some aside to
Trent.

"Well, it looks like you've picked up a boyfriend already," he smirked.

Both boys stiffened.  Colton's sneer grew larger seeing that his words were
having their desired effect.  Whatever he could do to make Trent's life
miserable, he was bound to do.

His smirk deflated, when Trent bent down beside his and whispered.

"You're jealous; you think he's hot."

Thankfully, Dane was busy talking to the teacher and didn't hear those
comments.

"I'm gonna get you for that, Trent," Colton hissed.

Colton planned to get even with Trent for making that remark.  Yet, he
couldn't help but notice that the new kid was nice-looking.  Sure, he was
thin, but that wasn't a bad thing.  He also seemed to be a kind person.
Colton had noticed how Dane had helped Trent with his scattered school
things.  Well, Colton would have to teach this new kid who was boss.

Colton wasn't even sure of his own motive sometimes.  He seemed to be pissed
off a lot lately.  He knew that he had to maintain a certain reputation to
get by in this small community.  It was especially true after Trent's
brother, Trevor, was thrown out by their parents for being caught in bed
with Colton's cousin Marc.  Colton had known immediately that he would be
labeled a fag if he hung around with Trent.  Trent was too cute and had too
many mannerisms that could be taken for homosexual ones.  Colton didn't want
to think about the torment that he would suffer if he got labeled.  It
wouldn't stop with school.  His dad would probably beat the shit out of him.
  His dad had thought that Marc's dad should have done that instead of just
throwing Marc out.

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For Dane, the first day of his freshman year in the new high school went
better than he had feared.  Being in class with Trent for most periods had
helped.  He felt like he had made a real friend.  He wondered how close they
would become.

There was one incident in math class when the teacher, Ms. Bruggink, had
written his name on the whiteboard.  In her sloppy handwriting, it had
looked like "Dame" Johnson.  Some of the kids had snickered about it, but no
one made really fun of Dane.

The day wasn't even marred that much by the presence of Colton in many of
Dane's classes.  At least Colton wasn't in gym class with the other two
boys.  That helped.  Somehow, Dane would have felt more vulnerable if he had
to undress in front of Colton.

In the classes that all three shared, Colton glowered at Trent most of the
time and at Dane some of the time, but he didn't seem like that big a
threat; more like a big fake.  The black-haired kid wasn't quite as tall as
Dane and he didn't out-weigh Dane by more than five or ten pounds.  Dane was
beginning to feel that the would-be bully was going to be more of a pest
than anything else.  Too bad the kid had an attitude.  He was kind of cute
in a sullen sort of way.

When Dane got home that afternoon, he bounded up the stairs to the room that
used to be his uncle's.  He wasn't sure why he had chosen that one instead
of the one that had been his father's.  It wasn't because he was close to
his uncle.  In fact, he couldn't even remember meeting him.  Uncle Wade had
never been to Dane's house.  Dane's father never spoke of him.  There seemed
to be some sort of wall between them.

Maybe he didn't choose the room that had been his father's because of the
sports trophies and memorabilia that Grandma still kept there.  There was a
football autographed by some of the University of Iowa players and the bat
that DJ had used to make the homerun that won the state title for
Bentonville.  Too many things reminded Dane that he was not the jock that
his father was.

The upstairs of grandma's 1 ½ story house contained the two bedrooms and a
bath.  There was lots of storage space in the lower parts of the gables
where they tapered down toward the eaves.  It was a very nice, private place
for a boy to live.  When the elder Johnson's had built the place, they had
planned to live in it all of their lives.  There were two bedrooms, a full
bath, as well as a powder room on main floor.  The laundry was on that level
too.  They had figured that in their later years, when stairs became a
challenge for aging bones, they could close off the upper level most of the
time.  In those days, they had never envisioned having a daughter-in-law and
grandson living in the place.

Dane's mother and father had lived up there for a few months after their
hurried marriage until Dane, Sr. left for basic training.  After he went to
OCS, and became a second lieutenant, they moved to military housing.  Dane
remembered seeing a baby picture of himself in a crib in this very bedroom.
Perhaps that is why he had chosen this room now.

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Thousands of miles away, Dane Sr., known to his fiends as: DJ was checking
his e-mail.  It was very late and he was beat, but news from home was more
important than sleep at the moment.  He found part of what he was hoping
for.  There were two letters from Ellen, but none from Dane.  Ellen had been
faithful to write at least a little something every day.  It cheered him to
hear about the mundane things happening at home.  Dane didn't write as much.
  Well, he was a guy after all even if he wasn't exactly like his father.
Neither Johnson male liked to write, but DJ did it now to stay in touch with
his sanity.

Ellen was always upbeat.  She didn't complain about having to sell the big
house in the suburbs.  She seemed content to be living with her
mother-in-law.  Of course, they had gotten along well from the beginning.
DJ's mother had always treated Ellen like the daughter that she never had.
He remembered how his mother had stood by them when, at 18, they had
confessed to her that they were going to be parents.  Ellen's parents
disowned her at first, but made up later.  Unfortunately, they had both been
killed in a car crash nearly 10 years ago.

In high school, DJ had been a stud with a reputation.  It was well deserved.
  As a good-looking guy and the captain of the football team, he had had his
share of girls.  Every one of them wanted to be his.  But, only one had
captured his heart.  He was lucky that it was she who had also conceived his
son.  He shuddered to think of how things might have turned out.  It was
ironic that Ellen had never been able to conceive again despite their trying
to have a bigger family.  DJ sometimes wondered if it was God's judgment for
his screwing around as a kid.

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Ellen got home ahead of Greta Johnson.  The courthouse closed before the
duties of an elementary principal were finished for the day.  Ellen had
stopped to buy some ground beef for hamburgers.  She could grill pretty well
and she knew that her mother-in-law would appreciate having dinner started
even if it was a quick, casual affair.

Ellen also wanted to make sure that she kept up her end of things.  It must
be hard for Greta to have two extra people living with her after living
alone for several years.  Ellen wished that she were still in her own home,
but the drastic cut in income brought about by DJ's reserve unit being
called to active duty was the last straw.  They had been living on the edge
financially.  If they hadn't sold the house when they did, they might have
lost it and all the equity they had in it.

Greta didn't make them feel like she was extending charity.  She allowed
Ellen to pay a small amount of rent which made Ellen feel better.  Little
did she know that Greta was putting it all in an account for Dane's college
education.

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When Dane came home after school that day, Ellen was relieved to see that he
appeared to be happy.  That fact made Ellen relax a lot.  She had known that
he was not looking forward to the change.  He had tried to hide it from her,
but mothers can sense those things.

Greta was indeed pleased that Ellen had started dinner.  It was nice not to
come home to an empty house.  The place had seemed so cold and empty after
Wade and Walter had gone.

Wade had been driven out by Walter, his father.  Greta had not been able to
stand Walter's intolerance.  Shortly after Wade had left, Greta had filed
for divorce.  She didn't like living alone, but she couldn't have lived
another moment with the man who had turned against his younger son.

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After dinner, the phone rang.  Dane was very surprised that the call was for
him.  It was Trent calling to talk about the homecoming dance.

"I'm going to work up the nerve to ask Sara Meyer.  She is really pretty and
kind of shy.  I like her a lot," Trent confessed.  "She has a friend named
Carrie Banes who I know would go with you if you asked her.  I overheard her
telling Sara in the hall that she thinks you are a fox."

Dane blushed at the other end of the line.  He had never had too much
interest in girls; they tended to scare him a little.  They were either too
shy to talk to or too bold and pushy.  He didn't want anyone latching onto
him and expecting him to do things that he was not yet ready to do.  This
applied especially to making out!

"I don't know," he stammered.  "It might be too soon for me to ask someone
that I don't really know."

"Come on, man, we can double.  That would make us all feel more comfortable.
  It's not like were going to marry them," Trent giggled.

The sound of Trent's laughter was like music.  Yeah, maybe it would be fun
to double date with him.

"I'm still not sure," Dane replied.

"Look, besides having fun, it wouldn't hurt your reputation at school to be
going out with a girl.  No one will believe Colton when he calls us "fags"
if we are seen with dates."

"Oh, is that the reason you want to go with Sara?"

"No, I really, really like her.  I'm not ready to do IT with her right now,
but I can dream, can't I?"

"Yeah, and it will probably be WET." Dane smirked.

Then, he wondered how Trent would take his suggestive talk.  He really
didn't know Trent that well.  Why was he feeling like he could use sexual
innuendo?  Why did he feel so horny?

Trent's laugh let Dane know how the remark had been received.

"You know that you don't have to stain the sheets if you spank the monkey
once in a while."

It was Dane's turn to giggle.  Trent was a lot more open about this stuff
than he had suspected.  Dane hadn't had many friends in his old home that he
trusted enough to talk about things like jacking off.

After discussing some details, it was decided that the boys would ask the
girls at lunch the following day.  Dane worried about being driven around by
their parents, but Trent said that his dad knew a guy who had an old limo.
Trent's dad had told him that if he went on dates with girls before he could
drive that Dad would hire the car.

Trent knew that part of the encouragement for dating was that his old man
didn't want another gay son on his hands.  Dad never said so, but Trent
could sense that his father blamed himself for Trevor's orientation.  Maybe
if he had played baseball with him more often or taken him hunting...

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When the alarm went off the following morning, Dane got out of bed
immediately.  He had slept pretty well despite his worry about asking a girl
out on a date.  It was kind of scary, but if Trent were there, it would turn
out okay.  Dane was sure of that.

He showered quickly so that he could spend more time picking out his
clothes.  He supposed that he would have to look good if he was going to
"pick up a chick."  He grinned at his reflection in the mirror.  The goofy
boy who smiled back didn't look quite as awkward as he had the day before.

Ellen was pleased to see her son smiling at breakfast.  This move might work
out after all.  He seemed livelier and even better looking than he had.  Of
course, she thought that her little boy was handsome.  She was, after all,
his mother.

At lunch that day, Trent and Dane carried their trays over to where Sara and
Carrie were sitting.  In the course of conversation, the boys talked to the
girls about homecoming.  There was lots of giggling going on.  The girls
were thrilled to be going to the big dance with a couple of guys that they
thought were cute.  The boys found that it wasn't that difficult to ask a
girl out.  It was a win-win situation all around.

Across the cafeteria, Colton glared toward the table where Dane and Trent
were sitting with the girls.  Things weren't going as he had planned.  Last
year he had been a major pain in Trent's butt.  It didn't look like high
school was going to go that way.  Without Trent, he felt lost somehow.  They
were still in scouts together, but avoided each other like the plague.
Colton wished that things could be like they were before.  When he was a
little kid, life was easier, less confusing.  Colton was not a happy young
man.

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That night, Dane did write to his father.  He had something interesting to
say for a change.  He knew that DJ would love to hear that he was going out
on his first date.  Even if father and son were opposites in many ways, the
son still wanted his father's approval.  Dane was sure that dating would get
him points with Dad.

Sleep didn't come easily.  Dane tossed and turned.  His boxers go bunched up
and pinched his `nads.  Finally, he pulled them off.  He figured that since
he was growing up and staying upstairs by himself that he could sleep naked
if he wanted to.  It felt kind of freeing.  It also made him horny (well,
hornier).  He couldn't keep his hands off of his equipment.

His cock roused and began to inflate.  It was pumping up to its full size.
When Dane wasn't embarrassed by its popping up unexpectedly, he would have
to admit that he was proud of it.  It was bigger than the average six-incher
and it was uncut.  Even soft, it hung longer than most of the ones he'd seen
in locker rooms.

In his childhood, Dane had felt strange about being different than most of
his peers.  Other little boys had asked him why his "pee-pee" looked like
that.  When his Cub Scout den went swimming, he tried not to change in front
of other kids so they wouldn't notice his size or his prepuce.

Now, he smiled in the dark as he recalled what had happened on his first
campout.  The Cub Scouts had been invited on an overnight hike with the
older boys.  It was a new experience to be sleeping in a tent on a chilly
spring night.  His buddy, Jamie was shivering and couldn't get warm.  The
boys decided to crawl into one sleeping bag and put the other one over them.
  It was close, but worked out well for the most part.

Sometime toward morning, Jamie had wet the bed.  He was mortified.  Dane was
embarrassed as well.  He smelled like piss!  So, the scout leader quietly
sent the boys off to the other part of the camp where there were some
primitive showers.

When they got to the showers, there were older scouts using them.  The older
boys made way for the young ones.  No one said anything about the aroma of
urine.  A couple of them had had the same problem as little ones, so they
understood.

As they were soaping up naked with big boys around them, Dane popped a
woody.  Even back then, it was larger than most of the kids his age.  The
older boys snickered and began to call him: "Big Johnson."  He wasn't sure
why.  When he asked his father about it later, DJ explained that it was a
euphemism for an impressive cock.  Then DJ had smiled and said: "like
father, like son."

Dane wasn't sure that he wanted to be known for his big dick, but his dad
said that it was cool and someday he would appreciate it.  Tonight was one
of those "somedays." His "Big Johnson" felt nice in his hand.  As he stroked
it, he tried to conjure up what Carrie would look like naked.  That wasn't
helping.  His mind flashed with images of guys in the shower after gym
class.  He could see bubble-butts and low-hanging balls.  His cock erupted
before he expected it.

Cleaning up, he felt a sense of emptiness and guilt.  It had felt great, but
he wasn't supposed to be thinking of guys.  A couple of unbidden tears
rolled down his cheeks.  He had to change.  He just had to.  He would pray
about it.  Surely God wanted him to be like other boys.

The relaxation that followed his orgasm soon carried him into dreamland.
Some of those dreams were disturbing.  In the one that he remembered in the
morning, Colton was kissing his dick.

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Author's note: Please pray for our brothers and sisters in New Orleans.
Back up your petitions with some buck for the relief effort.  Let's all do
what we can!

Since ending "Zeke", I have heard from several readers including: Tom H.,
Joe, Ronald, Scottie, Dave, Greg S., Greg B., Leon, Paul, Al, Darius, Jim C.
  New responders include Axel and Vijorge.  Thanks to all of you.  I hope
that you like the new story as well if you are reading this.

David