Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2008 21:03:06 +0000 From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com> Subject: Tales from Bentonville, Ch. 102 Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 102 By David Lee Warning: This story contains scenes of love and sexual interaction. Much of this involves males with other males. If the reading or possessing of such material as this is illegal in your country, state, province, county, municipality, etc., please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further. If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so. It is not my intention to offend anyone or to get you in trouble. The author retains all rights to this original story. Please do not publish without explicit authorization from me. Disclaimer: 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 30, 2004) under High School. Some characters from previous stories may have cameo roles in this one. However, you need not read them first. Our only reward for contributing to Nifty is your e-mails. Please write if you like the story. Please include the name of the story in the title of your e-mail in case it ends up in the junk file. Finally, thanks and hugs to Tom and David who edit for me so that there are fewer mistakes! They not only proof-read, but make other valuable suggestions. dlee169@hotmail.com Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 102 November moved along rapidly. About the middle of the month, Dane and Colt gave their presentation on Washington D.C. It was excellent because they had a lot of information and so many photos that they were able to cull out the so-so ones and include only the very best. Their classmates were in awe of all of the places that they had visited. Of course, the boys spent more time talking about how the government functioned than they did about their personal exploits, but it was obvious that they'd rubbed shoulders with a number of important people. One girl asked how they could abide having their pictures taken with a president who was so widely disliked. Their answer was that whether or not you agreed with the administration's policies, you needed to show respect for the office. That gave several students something to think about. Given the high marks they received on their talk, the boys were well on their way to a solid "A" in their government class. That didn't hurt their outlook at all. They were also proud that their use of PowerPoint on the new projection system had been flawless. It was part of the improved facilities that the new school building had to offer. Consolidation with the Maynard school district had proved to be a good deal for everyone, with the possible exception of kids who had to ride the bus a long way. --------------------------------- Toward the end of the month, as the two boys were gathering their clothes to pack for the family trip to the Twin Cities for Thanksgiving, Dane got a big grin on his face which made Colt curious. "Okay, Horny Toad, what are you up to?" he asked suspiciously. "Nothing," Dane giggled. "I was just thinking of what happened on this day four years ago. Do you remember?" "Uh, was that the day I picked a fight with you and got us both in trouble?" "The very one." "Did I ever tell you how sorry I am for doing that to you?" "Yeah." "Have you forgiven me completely or should I do something more to atone for my sins..." Colt grinned mischievously. "You've already been forgiven, but I'm always up for the kind of `atonement' you might have in mind." "Yeah, you're up for it alright," Colt giggled as he traced the outline of the bulge in Dane's jeans. Colton began his special act of contrition by kissing the places that he remembered bruising on Dane's body that morning so long ago. He lifted Dane's shirt over his head to make sure that he didn't missed any. Then he removed Dane's shoes and socks so that it would be easy to remove his jeans and underwear. At that point, he was on his knees facing one of his favorite playthings. He couldn't resist licking Dane's ball sac. "Um, I don't remember that you injured my `nads." Dane gasped. "But I'm certainly not going to complain about what you're doing to them!" Afraid that he would reach the point of no return before Colt got warmed up; Dane pulled his lover to a standing position and proceeded to give him a similar treatment. "I remember landing a couple of punches on you too. I need to kiss your face right here," Dane said as he gently kissed Colt around his eyes and left cheek. Dane continued to make his way down to Colt's chest, stopping to tease his nipples until they stood firmly erect. "Oh, God, that's good!" Colt murmured. "We should celebrate this every year. Maybe we should take up sparring with each other so that we'd have an excuse to kiss away the owies on a regular basis" "I don't need any excuse," Dane panted. The conversation didn't go further for the moment because Colton was breathing erratically and Dane was busy licking the inside of his stallion's legs getting ever closer to the throbbing prize between them. "Come on, Babe. Let's get on the bed. This was supposed to be proof that I was sincere in my apology to you," Colt insisted. "I still owe you for being so hard-headed when I accused you have making a play for Joel and wouldn't let you explain." Dane reminded him. "I'll accept your act of repentance in the spring. Remember that we have the anniversary of our first time being together coming up in late winter – February 27th if I'm not mistaken." "Your memory is correct again and we'll celebrate that when it comes, but let's not get distracted from what we're observing now," Dane pleaded. This time the only communication going on was in the form of moans, gasps, and little playful gestures that each knew the other would appreciate. Both were trying to make the experience last as long as two horny 17 year-olds can. They actually pulled back from the brink a couple of times before there was no way that they could hold out any longer. When Colt's first volley coated Dane's tonsils, Dane had little choice but to respond in like manner. It felt as if they pumped for five minutes because of the intensity of their orgasms. "It's even better than it was the first time," Colt said dreamily. "Do you think we'll be enjoying this together forever?" "As long has we have life and breath - and beyond if that's possible!" Dane responded. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm hoping you aren't either." "No way!" Colt assured him. Since it was getting late, the guys decided to finish their packing the next day. Dane spooned against Colton's back as they both drifted off. --------------------------------- They managed to sleep in until after 8:00, at which time their bladders nudged them out of bed. After brushing their teeth quickly, they hurried back to their warm nest to snuggle for a few more minutes. It was quite pleasant to have the luxury of not hurrying around to get to school. They still had a couple of days of leisurely mornings because they weren't going to Minneapolis until Tuesday. The aroma of breakfast being prepared eventually lured them from their cozy bed. Donning their terrycloth robes, they descended the stairs just as Greta was on her way to call them. Over breakfast, they discussed the logistics of the trip. Greta thought it would make sense for the boys to drive their Camry because it took less gas than her Highlander and they would need two vehicles. Although DJ's minivan was rated for seven passengers, the third row seat arrangement would be uncomfortable for three adults and the second row of seats would be occupied by the twins in their car seats. "We could strap most of the luggage on the roof rack, but then we'd look even more like the Joad's on the way to California with all the stuff that you need for little ones these days. When I was raising your fathers, we thought nothing of letting them roam around in the back of our station wagon. Today, a person would be brought up on charges of child abuse for doing that." Dane and Colton agreed that it would make sense for them to drive up in more than one vehicle. Each was anticipating sharing a long trip and being able to practice driving in big-city traffic. It was going to be fun! --------------------------------- About the same time that the boys were finishing their breakfast, Abby Nissen and her family were getting ready for their trip to Bentonville. She had gone home for the weekend, but could scarcely wait to be reunited with Allen. It was becoming more and more difficult to be apart. It was also becoming harder to keep from jumping that hunk's bones. She hoped for a ring by Christmas at least. Then their families might be more understanding if they did end up in bed together. She wasn't sure about what opportunities they'd have to even make out with everyone around most of the coming week. The one bright spot was that they would have access to the Johnson's cottage as well as the Masterson's. That might prove to be part of the solution. She had no delusions that her parents would allow her to sleep with her boyfriend. No one seemed to disapprove of Alex and Joel sharing a bed. Why were there two sets of rules? She felt like she was being discriminated against for being a hetro. Then, she paused to think of all of the problems she'd heard that gays faced in society. She decided to be thankful for what she had. -------------------------------- Alex and Joel were coming down from their orgasmic high in Joel's queen sized bed. Like Colt and Dane, they were enjoying not having to get up and rush off to classes. They had slept at the Masterson's despite the fact that Alicia seemed totally comfortable about their sharing a bed at the Albers'. She had done a complete about-face after they had come close to being shooting victims in the school cafeteria a year and a half before. But still, it was far more private at Joel's grandparent's place so the guys didn't have to stifle their vocal orgasms. After their shower together, Joel and Alex dressed in lounging pants and tops before heading down to the kitchen. Jane and Rhys were out to breakfast with friends as was their custom, but Jane had left them a small egg casserole in the fridge with instructions for heating it in the microwave. And there was a large plate of cinnamon rolls that were still warm from the oven. The boys would eat well. --------------------------------- Logan Ennis had been up for hours already. (He was spending several days on the farm with Jared.) By this time of the day, they had done milking, gathered the eggs, and now were enjoying a second breakfast of hot, homemade cinnamon rolls much like the ones that Joel and Alex were eating. The two kids had bonded on their camping trip in the summer to the point that they were now best friends. Jared hadn't been that close to other classmates in the past because of the relative isolation of living in the country. It was great fun for him to have someone his age who liked many of the things he did. Jared had traded bedrooms with his little brother for this occasion because it had twin beds. He didn't want anyone thinking that he and Logan were gay. --------------------------------- Before they'd gone to sleep the previous night, they had looked at a Penthouse magazine that Logan had been given by an older cousin. The centerfold girl had amazing tits that made both boys instantly hard. They were hesitant to relieve themselves in front of each other despite having jacked off together last summer. Eventually, Jared turned off the overhead light and stripped to his underwear. In the pale illumination of Jace's nightlight, there was no missing the fact that he had a serious erection. "Uh, are you gonna do anything about that," Logan asked timidly. "I will if you will," Jared answered a bit shakily. As soon as Logan pulled down his jeans, it was quite evident that he was in the same condition. They both began by massaging their cocks through the fabric that covered them. However, a few minutes later, both boys had shucked their skivvies as well. They sat side by side on the floor close to the nightlight so that they could see the magazine more easily. Their bare thighs touched. Now that the ice had been broken, they pumped with abandon while staring at the attributes of the sexy model. Doing this together seemed even naughtier than lusting over the centerfold individually. Logan's first squirt landed on the slick page with an audible splat. That tended to make Jared even more excited. It took him about three more strokes to produce his first shot. It hit his abs. The remaining couple of discharges flowed down like wax from a melting candle and pooled in him pubes. Both boys used their discarded socks to clean up the mess. They giggled in their embarrassment over what they had just done, but neither felt guilty. --------------------------------- Dave and Dustin were also at the farm to help Bill, the new hired man, with the corn harvest. Summer storms had messed up the rows making it difficult for the corn picker to do a clean job. So, the guys were picking up what the machinery had missed. Bob was driving a tractor with a wagon behind for the young men to toss the ears into. As soon as Jared and Logan had eaten their fill, they drove the golf cart out to the field to trade places with Dave and Dustin. They brought along rolls and coffee for Bob and Bill because the men didn't want to stop what they were doing. Dustin and Dave went back to the farmhouse to take their break. The warm cinnamon scented kitchen was a welcome sight. They consumed several rolls along with glasses of ice cold milk. It all tasted especially good to Dustin because he was working actively enough to burn off the extra calories and maintain his weight for wrestling without having to deny himself the treats. ---------------------------------- The drive to Minneapolis had begun in a rather boring fashion for the Johnson family. No one, except for the twins, had really wanted to get up that early. Even Greta had needed a second cup of coffee to "jump-start" her heart, as she liked to say. They had been on the road only about an hour and a half when it was time to stop to let the younger members of the family out for a bit of exercise. By then, Dane and Colton were feeling wider awake so they ran up and down the sidewalk at the rest area with Emma and EJ. Someone needed to make sure that the little ones didn't wander into the parking lot. Once the children were given a small snack and harnessed into their car seats again, the two-vehicle caravan got on the road again. Colt was taking his turn at the wheel enjoying being in the lead. Fifteen miles or so before the Minnesota border, Colt came up on an old Buick that was moving slowly and somewhat erratically. As soon as he had passed the vehicle, the driver sped up and passed the Camry. Almost immediately, the Buick slowed down again. Colt got into the passing lane a second time to go around the bigger car. He decided to keep up a higher speed to put more distance between him and the other driver. DJ had just moved to the left lane to overtake the Buick when it again sprang to life. This time the driver cut Colt off so abruptly that Colt had to steer into the passing lane to avoid rear-ending him. Dane's cell phone rang at that point and he quickly answered. It was Greta advising the boys to drop back so that the crazy driver would go on ahead. Her suggestion was good for about two minutes, at which time the Buick began to slow down again. Colt was both frustrated and worried. He was concerned about having an accident, but he didn't want to crawl to the Twin Cities at 50 miles per hour on a highway with a 70 mile per hour limit. As he pulled out to pass once more, he saw an unmarked highway patrol car with its lights flashing from their hiding place behind the grille. He moved over on the shoulder at once as did DJ behind him. The officer kept going and pulled the Buick's driver over as well. Colt eased up behind the patrolman's vehicle fearing that he'd earned his first traffic ticket and wondering how it would affect his insurance rates. When the officer approached the Buick, it took off like a shot nearly creaming a car that was in the right lane. He immediately ran back to his car to radio other patrolmen in the area. Then he walked back to the Camry. Colt has sitting quietly with the driver's window down and his license in his hand. "I'm sorry," he said to the approaching lawman. "I'm usually pretty good about obeying the speed limit and my uncle is right behind me so I have to behave. I was just trying to get away from that guy." "Put your license away, son. No one is going to fuss at you for traveling a few miles over when you were trying not to get tangled up with a nut! I'm sure that guy is drunk or on drugs or both. You're lucky that you have quick reflexes. If you hadn't jumped into the other lane back there, your pretty little car would have ended up with extensive, and expensive, damage. You're free to go. There's a rest area about five miles up the road. If I were in your shoes, I might want to change my underwear!" Colt grinned back in relief of the fact that he hadn't received a ticket and that he didn't need a change. "Would it be okay for me to get out and switch with my cousin?" Colt asked. "Of course. Just be careful to check traffic before opening the door. I'm going back to have a word with your uncle." Colton loved to drive, but he was quite happy to relinquish the wheel for the time being. He felt shaky inside and was looking forward to taking a piss and getting a drink of water as soon as they could stop. Possibly an energy bar would settle his nerves. The adrenalin he'd expended was sending him toward a blood-sugar drop. ---------------------------------- After their brief rest stop, Dane continued to drive until the family stopped for lunch. Greta had packed a delicious picnic-type meal that was cheaper than eating at a restaurant and much tastier. Since the day was sunny, it was possible to eat it out of doors without discomfort. Greta remembered some Thanksgiving trips that had ended up as long, tense battles between humans and Mother Nature with freezing rain and sleet. This was an exceptional fall. Over their lunch, the family discussed the morning's experience. Greta said that she had called the emergency number for the highway patrol moments before the unmarked car had appeared. She had been informed that help would be on the way. It seemed that other drivers had complained about the same vehicle. As they were packing up the remains of their picnic, they saw the officer who had come to their aid approaching their table. "Well, it looks like you're all doing fine," he said and then turned to Colt. "Are you going to be back behind the wheel again today?" "Yes sir, I will as soon as I can pry my cousin's hands off of it." Colt grinned. "I thought that you'd like to know that the person driving that Buick was really loaded. He was evidently trying out some of the shipment. I'll bet there's $30,000 worth of marijuana in that trunk. He's going to be spending several years behind bars contemplating his actions." Colt wasn't as interested in the possible prison time the man would do as he was in knowing that the idiot was off the road and couldn't endanger anyone else for a long time. Fortunately, the rest of the trip was uneventful to the point of being boring. The boys decided that boring could sometimes be an okay thing. --------------------------------- Author's notes: I just got back from an awesome week of canoeing and camping in the Boundary Waters between Minnesota and Ontario, Canada. No, it wasn't for sex. Most of the guys on the trip were straight. L But, I have been composing a new story based on the experience which will be completely fictional. I'm picturing a couple of teenagers with their dads exploring the areas that we did. Guys bond in that situation whether they're gay or straight or a mixed group. Thanks to all of you who wrote since last posting. These include, Jim We, Carroll, Jay, Vann, James H, Tim E, Mark H (Dave), Rad, Paul W, Jim C, Tom A, Daniel F, Paul R, Craig, and Polar. A special thanks to Tom H and David S (my faithful editors. Craig is posting a story under the Adult Friends category called: "Other Boys of Summer. I've read the first two chapters and am enjoying it. Please continue to hold Cameron and Ricky in your thoughts and prayers. I haven't heard from either lately, but we can't forget them. Paul W is recovering from an unexpected surgery. He is planning to post the next chapter of: "Sad Song of a Gay Teen" soon. David