Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2008 01:56:25 +0000 From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com> Subject: Tale from Bentonville, Chapter 104 Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 104 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 Please do not publish without explicit authorization from me.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. I get a lot of spam! 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 104 Back at school after Thanksgiving break, Coach Bo Franklin was not pleased that several of his wrestlers had been out of town over the break and were unavailable for workouts. He made an announcement after practice on Monday. "This weekend we're all going to my lodge and spend the whole time working on technique. I want all of you to bring your special jock straps and wear nothing else for the duration. Understood? Anyone who comes up with a lame excuse for missing had better find another sport. I'm into winning!" The guys all discussed the coming weekend as they took their showers. "Does that sound kind of gay to the rest of you," Shannon, a transfer student, asked. "Oops, I don't mean to offend anyone if you are gay. I just mean it sounds kind of kinky to me." "I'm gay and it sounds kinky to me," Colt said. "I'm in a relationship and don't want to jeopardize that to win for Franklin or anyone!" The others agreed, but said that they would go along with it for the time being. They weren't sure who would back them or even believe them if they complained. --------------------------------- Dustin and Colt drove to the lodge together on Saturday morning so that they would have their own transportation if they felt that they had to leave on short notice. They were both wearing their bright red jocks under their jeans. It felt kind of sexy and they hoped that they wouldn't sprout serious wood and embarrass themselves by doing so. After all, they were the only members of the team who were out and proud. They were met at the door by the coach who was dressed in nothing but a black jock. Judging from the bulge, he was either hung like a horse or had padded it. Other members of the team who had arrived earlier were paired up by the colors of their jocks. There were purple ones, orange ones, green ones, and so on. Members of the lightest weight class were attired in pink - much to their displeasure. There were lots of mats spread out in the large, main room. The few pieces of furniture that remained had been moved against the walls to provide a clear space for the workouts. Coach Franklin began by having Colt and Dustin demonstrate various holds. The boys were so intent on doing it all correctly that they forgot about the fact that they were nearly naked until the coach touched their bodies to point out the various muscles involved. He explained what weight training exercises should be used to strengthen those muscles. It all seemed pretty clinical until he "accidentally" brushed against Colt's ass. Colt didn't like it because he believed he was being felt up. However, he let it pass hoping that he was wrong. After various other guys practiced the moves that had been demonstrated, it was time for lunch. That consisted of a high protein meal with enough carbs to give the guys strength for the afternoon session. Again it all seemed normal except that they were still attired only in their jocks. Coach Franklin introduced Harvey Crow who was the cook for the weekend. Harvey seemed to be skilled at his craft, but Dustin didn't like the way he stared at the boys crotches instead of their faces. The afternoon practice went along much like the morning's had. The few guys who had popped boners before lunch were becoming more inured to their situation and had ceased to do so. Colton and Dustin were relieved that it had been straight kids (or ones who claimed to be) that had gotten hard during the demos. After another good training meal around 6:00, the guys were asked to sit on the floor to watch videos of matches. It seemed like all of the guys in the videos wore nothing under their singlets and all seemed to be aroused. Colt noticed that there were no spectators in the background. Evidently these were made especially for training. When it was time to bed down for the night, each pair was assigned a place on a mat and given a blanket to share. The coach explained that this was a way to promote bonding. Guys would have to be close in order to keep warm. Shannon was not at all pleased to be forced to cuddle up with another guy, but didn't want to rock the boat and be taken off of the team. He and the coach's son, Paul, were paired because of their weight class and corresponding jock strap color. Harvey and Franklin went off to some other room or rooms. No one was sure. When the lights were out, a lot of giggling went on as kids tried to get used to the sleeping arrangements. After awhile, there were no sounds except for breathing patterns that suggested everyone was asleep. -------------------------------- Getting a whole team ready in the morning was somewhat chaotic. There were two bathrooms in the lodge and not nearly enough places for everyone to pee at once. Franklin encouraged the guys to share facilities or to brave the cold and find a tree in the yard. A number of the boys did the latter because it was either that or wet themselves while waiting in line. Dustin and Colt were among the ones who went outside. The morning wasn't freezing cold and they were feeling desperate. "Don't look now, but Harvey is perving on us from the kitchen window," Dustin remarked. "Let him enjoy himself. That's probably all the sex he's going to get this month," Colt snickered. "But seriously, I'm beginning to get spooked by this whole scene. I can't wait until it ends. The morning was spent in another intense round of practice. No one could deny that they had learned a lot from each other. They also were functioning well as a team. Perhaps the coach was on to something despite his unorthodox methods. After lunch, Coach Franklin suggested that the boys pair up for showers. "We need to conserve water, so I want you to do military-style showers. Get wet all over, turn off the water, soap up, and rinse off. You should soap each other's backs since there are places hard to reach." The idea of showering in close contact with another boy was the final straw for most of the kids. Each was waiting to see who would be the first to do it. Colt and Dustin announced that they would wait until they got home. The rest quickly followed suit. When it was time to dress and go home, Coach Franklin kept his co-captains back to talk to them. "I'm very disappointed in you. You're supposed to be leaders. I gave a command and you didn't follow it." "We don't touch anyone but our boyfriends in the shower," Colt stated firmly. "We may be gay, but we aren't promiscuous." "This isn't about boyfriends or anyone else! This is about following orders. I run my team like a military operation. That has always given me winners. You need to learn that. I should pitch you from the team, but I have something that you can do to redeem yourselves. I need to update my training films. No one will be at school on Wednesday night because it's church night. I want you two to show up in the wrestling room with your jocks and your singlets. We'll decide then which you'll wear or if you'll wear either. You will tell no one about this. Do you hear me? No one is to know." "I hear you," Colt responded. "Me too," Dustin said. -------------------------------- They had scarcely pulled out of the drive when Colt nearly exploded. "I heard the son-of-a-bitch, but that doesn't mean I'm going to follow his orders." "I'm with you," Dustin agreed. "What do you have in mind?" "I have a very bad feeling about this and I think that we should figure out a way to document what he's doing so that we have something to show Mr. Haggerty. I'm pretty sure that he'd believe us, but he might need proof for the school board." And so their plans began. When they got back to Greta's house, they practically pulled their boyfriends into Dane and Colt's room to enlist their help. --------------------------------- The wrestling room at the new high school was nicely laid out. There was plenty of room for mats and there was a balcony area for kids to sit to watch demonstrations. It would have been ideal for the weekend's practices and the kids could have gone home at night. No doubt some of them wondered why it hadn't been put to use for that purpose. When Dustin and Colt arrived on Wednesday night, the place was bare except for a video camera on a tripod, a couple of mats on the floor, and two large cardboard boxes up in the balcony with delivery stickers on them saying that they contained mats. Coach Franklin was there with Harvey as his cameraman. He had the boys dress in their singlets with no jocks under them for the first video. It all went smoothly with neither guy sprouting wood. The next video was done with them clothed only in their red jock straps. Harvey leered at them as they changed outfits. The boys were pretty sure that the camera was still rolling. After that session, the coach gave them both a "special drink" which he said would taste a bit funny because it was high protein. When he and Harvey went out of the room for a minute to look for another video disk, the boys quickly poured the strange tasting liquid down the drain of the water fountain and pretended to be finishing up the last of it when the men returned. "You must have been very thirsty," the coach remarked. "Yeah, that stuff wasn't bad after the first swallow," Colt said. "Hey, I feel kind of drowsy. It is okay if I lie down?" "Me too," Dustin yawned. "Certainly, boys, that drink also has a bit of something to relax you. Why don't you share a mat? Get really close." The guys did as he said, continuing to act as if they were drugged. "Okay, Harvey, I think they're willing to do as they're asked. Why don't you find out?" Harvey went over to the mat and pulled Colt's jock down exposing his beautiful cock. Colt lay still while Harvey stroked it to its full size. Then, Harvey did the same thing to Dustin. As he was about to suck it into his mouth, there was a ruckus from one of the cardboard boxes. "You leave my boyfriend alone or I'll kick the shit out of you," Dave yelled as he scrambled down the stairs. Dane followed in hot pursuit. Harvey was ready to run, but the coach was squaring off at Dane when Dustin and Colt sprang to life. Now it was two against one in each case and the boys had a good chance of winning. Harvey was subdued quickly, but Coach Franklin was a powerful man. He could to take on more than one high school wrestler at a time and still come out on top. Colt and Dustin took him on while Dane held Harvey on the floor with the man's arm twisted painfully against his back. Dave ran to the outside door to open it with the crash-bar. When he did, Sheriff Larkin entered followed by Deputy Anders. Suddenly the fight was over. "I'm really glad to see you Sheriff," Bo Franklin exclaimed. "I don't know what got into these guys. They attacked me for no reason. I'm guessing that they might be on steroids or something. I certainly don't condone that!" "Save your breath, asshole," Dave yelled. "I have the whole scene on video tape. I guess you didn't notice that the empty boxes in the balcony have a couple of holes in them. We have you dead to rights. I hope your ass gets well used in prison and I hope you rot there!" After that, both the coach and his accomplice shut their mouths. They weren't going to say another word without counsel present. They knew their rights even before the sheriff read them. Sheriff Larkin carefully gathered and tagged all of the evidence including the recording that Dave and Dane had made and the bottles that held the "special drink" that Coach Franklin had given the boys which contained enough liquid to use for testing in the state lab. The sheriff didn't want any of the samples to be compromised in any way. He was determined to present the DA with whatever was needed to prosecute the men. He even went so far as to tape plastic over the water fountain where the guys had dumped their drinks so more of the liquid would be available if necessary. --------------------------------- Dave drove Dustin's pickup and Dane drove the Camry back to Greta's house. The two wrestlers seemed to be feeling the effect of what they had drunk even though it was a small quantity. When they got there, Greta was waiting anxiously for news. "Well, were you right?" she asked. "Yeah, the coach and his buddy were into something beyond making training films. If we had followed his instructions and told no one, we might have been starring in a porn film." Colt told her. "I'm glad you weren't the naïve, small-town boys that he thought you were. I hate it that you live in a world where innocence is lost at a young age, but I'm thankful that you were savvy. I'll bet you weren't the only ones who questioned Mr. Franklin's sudden move from a bigger district to come here. I'm sure that some of our board members thought they'd staged a major coup by getting him. They'll be eating crow for awhile." The boys broke into a giggling fit. "What?" Greta asked. "Grandma, Crow is the last name of Franklin's buddy. The vision of him being eaten by the board is just too much. I can see him served up with an apple in his mouth like the pig that he is," Dane explained. Greta smiled, too, even though she didn't know how porcine the man looked. --------------------------------- On Thursday, there was a substitute teacher filling in for Bo Franklin's computer classes. His son, Paul, was not in attendance either. Several students wondered what was going on, but a few had heard the early news report on the Cosgrove TV station. According to that report, Coach Franklin and Harvey Crow were being held in the county jail on charges that were somewhat vague. They were being held in lieu of a $100,000 cash bond each. That meant the charges must be serious. By lunch time, the rumor mill was grinding out all kinds of stories. Colt and Dustin kept their mouths shut in the midst of their friends' speculations. Dave and Dane did the same. There was no way they were going to jeopardize the case by telling what they knew. When it was time for wrestling practice after school, the team went to find out if there would be practice. When they got to the wrestling room, Coach Heitz was there to greet them. "As you men know, Coach Franklin has been arrested. I don't know all of the details, but I'm not going to discuss what I do know. I can tell you that the charges are serious and that he will not be back here in the foreseeable future. I've been drafted to take over as your coach now that football season is over." "Do we have to wear our colored jocks for practice or can be put on gym shorts?" Shannon asked. "Please wear whatever you feel comfortable wearing. If you have a singlet that you're not saving for meets, you may put that on. Otherwise, gym shorts over your jocks are fine with me. I'll give you 10 minutes to dress out and then we're going to practice for half an hour. After that, I want you to put in another half hour in weight training. Then you can hit the showers and go home." The team members all scrambled to follow Coach Heitz's directives. He was respected by nearly everyone who knew him and the boys figured that he would do his best to prepare them for upcoming meets. --------------------------------- Greta and the boys were cleaning up the kitchen after dinner and were about to sit down to have one of her famous brownies for dessert when the doorbell rang. Sheriff Larkin wanted to interview all four of the guys for anything that they might have forgotten to mention the night before. He also wanted to hear about what had gone on during the intense training sessions at the lodge. Greta put out a plate of brownies and poured the sheriff a cup of hot coffee. She remembered to get out milk and sugar, knowing how he liked it. "I'll go into the family room where I won't overhear your discussion. I suspect that the boys would rather not have an old lady listening to what they have to say." "It doesn't matter to me, Grandma," Colt said. "You've always been open to discuss anything that we needed to know. But you may not want to hear the details of what Harvey Crow was evidently planning to do to us." "You're right, Colton. It's enough for me to assume that he's a dirty old man. I don't need the details!" If truth be told, all of the boys were probably more comfortable (or less uncomfortable) discussing it with only a middle aged man present. They had become used to saying almost anything to other males, but still felt that women needed to be spared some things. The sheriff kept his recording device running throughout the entire interview. He would personally transcribe it later. He wanted to make sure that he didn't leave anything out accidentally. An hour (and several brownies) later, Sheriff Larkin figured that he had all he needed. He thanked the boys and apologized for making them rehash all of it. He also let them know the results of the lab report. The drinks that Colt and Dustin had been given the night before were laced with what is commonly called the "rape drug" which would have rendered them helpless to defend themselves against being sexually assaulted. The concentration was enough to be very dangerous had they consumed it all. "You were smart to pour most of it down the drain." He complimented them. By the time the sheriff left, the boys had to hurry to finish their homework assignments before getting ready for bed. There wasn't enough time for any serious love-making and no one felt particularly horny after their thorough interview. It was, however, quite comforting to each guy to be able to cuddle with his lover. --------------------------------- Author's notes: Thanks to you who wrote since last posting: Ron M, Jim We, Raymond, Jim C, Tom A, Tim E, Craig, Walter S, Polar, Vann, Carroll, and my editors, Tom H and David S. I appreciate all of you. Have you checked out the Aussie diver Matthew Mitcham who is out and proud and won a gold medal? There is a feature on him on outsports.com. You can get information on other sports figures who also happen to be gay. David