Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2006 17:19:39 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tales from Bentonville, Ch. 26

Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 26
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
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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 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 26

Christmas Day dawned dark and gray, but the weather didn't dampen the
spirits of most of the kids in Eastern Iowa.  Trent was excited about
spending the afternoon with his brother Trevor and Trevor's mate, Marc.
Those guys were having dinner with Zeke and Bryan and their extended
families.  But in the afternoon, Trevor and Marc were driving over to pick
up Trent.  He was going back to the mobile home that Marc and Trevor shared
with Zeke and Bryan in Iowa City to spend a few days with his brother.  Zeke
and Bryan were planning to stay in Zeke's apartment in Cosgrove for much of
the winter break so there was more than enough room.

Trent's father had raised a fuss over the idea of having his impressionable
fifteen-year-old stay with his gay brother, but Trent had stood up to the
man.

"They're not going to change me." He declared.  "I'm definitely into girls.
If I get anymore into them, you're going to be a grandfather before I'm 17."

His father wasn't impressed until he "caught" Trent making out with Sara in
the living room one evening.  Then, he seemed to be convinced about Trent's
orientation.  Still, the man gave his permission grudgingly.  Trevor didn't
care.  He had made up his mind that he was going -- permission or not!

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Dane and Colt spent Christmas Day with their extended family.  The big
dinner was at DJ and Ellen's house.  The large old table in the dining room
groaned under the weight of food.  In the afternoon, nearly everyone took at
least a short nap.

The new family tradition was to open gifts on Christmas Eve and to eat and
play games on Christmas Day.  Besides napping, there were some extended
games of Monopoly and Tripoley.

At the normal dinner time in the evening, everyone snacked on turkey
sandwiches along with leftovers.  It was a pleasant, laid-back day.

When the day drew to a close, Dane and Colt checked their bags one last time
before getting ready for bed.  They were too excited about the trip to
settle down immediately so they decided to give each other a special
present.

It started with a quick shower in which they mainly concentrated on helping
each other get squeaky clean.  Clad only in towels, they made their way to
their room where the loving began in earnest.

The boys took it slowly; making "all the stops along the way" - as the old
song says.  Colt had Dane moaning in ecstasy before he was finished sucking
on his nipples.  Dane returned the favor minutes later with the same
reaction from Colt.

Eventually, Dane swung his body around to allow Colt access to his favorite
snack.  Neither went for the main attraction immediately.  Instead, they
spent time licking each other's ball sacs until they were both ready to
burst.

By some internal, mutual agreement, the boys slowly sucked each other's
cocks - gradually increasing the speed until there was no holding back.
Both moaned and bucked as they filled their lover's mouth with their nectar.

The exertion of hot sex and the relaxation brought about by great climaxes
caused the guys to fall asleep quickly as they spooned together.  They
didn't hear a sound until Wade knocked on their door to awaken them early
the next morning.

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Darrin awakened on Christmas Day to the feeling of someone cuddled against
his back.  He could feel a stiff dick pressed against his butt separated
only by two thin layers of cotton.  There was an arm draped over his chest.
It felt rather nice.  He put his hand over John's and gave it a slight
squeeze.  Though it was gentle, it was enough to awaken John.

John's heart raced with fear, dreading how Darrin might react to the fact
that John was pressed up against his back.  But the feeling of Darrin's hand
on his made him assume that he wasn't in trouble.  Nevertheless, he thought
that he should apologize because of the position of his stiffy.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he turned over on his back.

"For what?" Darrin countered turning over to face him, propping himself up
on one elbow.

"You know, for being on you like a pair of tight jeans." John responded.

"Was it because you wanted to pay me back for something or was it because it
felt good?" Darrin asked softly.

"Well, it felt great!  I mean, it must have felt okay to me when I was
asleep." John whispered back.

"Then it's okay with me."  Darrin said.

John and Darrin looked into each other's eyes for what seemed like an
eternity.  They both seemed to want to say something additional, but neither
was sure what to do.  Darrin seemed to have resolved something in his mind
and was about to speak when Dan turned over and grinned at them.

"You guys don't need to whisper, I'm awake."

"Uh, how long have you been awake?" John asked.

"Oh, I just now came to," Dan fibbed.

"We just woke up too," John claimed.

No one wanted to be the first to get up and display his tented boxers, but
Darrin finally couldn't wait any longer and rolled away from the other guys
before he pulled back the covers and headed toward the bathroom.  When
Darrin was out of ear-shot, Dan spoke to John.

"You really like him don't you?"

"Why do you say that?" asked John as his heart rate increased again.

"Oh, the way you look at him and the fact that you changed things like your
hair and clothes to please him -- and your attitude too!"

"Do you think I'm gay?" John blurted out.

"Maybe, does it matter?"

"You mean that you'd be okay with it if I was?"

Dan shrugged.

"Sure.  What's the big deal about that?  I know that you have always liked
having other guys get you off.  I think that you had to get high so that you
could use that as an excuse.  I also think that you wanted me to go along to
the porn store so that you wouldn't be the only one having another guy
sucking your dick.  I guess that I went along because you needed it."

"You didn't like it?" John asked.

"Of course I liked having someone suck me off, but I always imagined it was
a girl doing it."

"Girls aren't that good at it!" John snickered.

Darrin returned about that time and the conversation ceased.  He threw on
some sweats and began cooking a big breakfast while John and Dan took turns
in the bathroom.  Both of the brothers pitched in to help when they weren't
attending to their personal hygiene.

After breakfast, Darrin took his shower while the Tracewell boys tidied up
the kitchen and living room.  At one point, John used some lame excuse to go
into the bathroom just as Darrin was emerging from the shower.  Initially,
John forced himself not to stare at Darrin's body too long, but he tried to
memorize every detail in the split seconds he dared to look.

Darrin was lean and fit.  There wasn't an ounce of extra fat anywhere.  His
muscles were functional ones.  He worked out regularly to make sure that he
was capable of doing whatever task his job required.  He had been known to
single-handedly lift people who outweighed him when there was an emergency
situation.

Darrin was not unaware of John's assessing him.  He took his time toweling
off his hair so that John could stare at his naked body without feeling like
he would get caught.  John nearly gasped as he took the opportunity for a
longer look.  As he felt his cock hardening again, he turned abruptly and
left the room.

Darrin smiled at his reflection in the mirror.  He was pretty sure that John
was impressed.  Then Darrin's expression turned sad.  Would he ever have the
chance to find out how John really felt?  Was he reading too much into
John's actions?  Darrin knew that John and Dan had been exploited as
children.  Would John feel like Darrin was using him, if he made a move?
Darrin was the adult in this situation.  Of course, John was too -- legally.
But was John still a child emotionally?  Darrin's mind kept seesawing back
and forth.  John was young and vulnerable.  He had nowhere else to go.
Would he feel intimidated into doing what Darrin desired?  But damn, they
were only five years apart in age.  He would have to let John make the first
move, if indeed; there was any move to be made.  Maybe John was just
curious.  Lots of guys are curious.

Before going to Lottie's home for dinner, the three guys exchanged a few
simple gifts.  John and Dan had used their money to buy Darrin a couple of
Jazz CD's that John knew he wanted.  Darrin was touched that they would
think to get him gifts that were as appropriate as they were unexpected.

Dan and John bought each other a couple of new, but inexpensive, shirts to
stretch their wardrobes.  Darrin gave the brothers each a nice shirt and
several pairs of briefs to replace some of their worn-out ones.  The new
ones were cut perfectly to show off their bodies nicely.  John felt his cock
firming up as he looked at the model on the front of the package.


The three guys were greeted like family when Miss Charlotte answered her
door.  Darrin handed her a gift bag containing a rather nice bottle of wine
that he knew she liked.  He told her that it was from the three of them
(although he had paid for it).  She was obviously pleased with their
thoughtfulness.

"Come into the parlor, my children and warm yourselves by the fire," she
called cheerily.  "Emma and I will have things ready soon.  There is some
Sherry on the little table.  Please have a glass and I will return in a
moment."

Dan was most impressed at being allowed a drink.  He filled his little glass
to the brim.  But after taking the first sip of the dry wine, he sputtered.
The other two, who had poured only a small amount, giggled at his
discomfort.

"What am I going to do with the rest?" Dan asked.

"Don't waste it!  You have to eat and drink what you take," John smirked.
"Remember that you're supposed to be in the clean-plate club, little bro."

"Be nice to the kid," Darrin laughed as he traded glasses with Dan.

Lottie returned in a few minutes to announce that dinner was ready.  She
took Darrin's arm as she escorted her guests into the dining room.  She
seated Darrin at the head of the table and herself at the opposite end.  Dan
was to her right and Emma was to Darrin's right.  John sat at Darrin's left.

Before eating, she asked everyone to join hands as she asked a blessing on
the food.  Darrin felt comfortable holding John's hand.  It seemed natural.
At the "amen", Darrin gave a little squeeze.  John felt a warm flush as he
returned the gesture.

Dinner was excellent.  The younger boys could barely remember a home-cooked
feast like this.  John's eyes got misty as he remembered his long-departed
grandmother.  Once again, he wanted to call Lottie "grandma."

Darrin felt his heartstring being tugged as he thought about meals like this
he had enjoyed with is family.  It was great to feel like part of a family
again.

After dinner, the young men insisted on helping to clear the table.  Then,
Emma shooed them out of the kitchen while she put away the food that would
be subject to spoiling.  She told Lottie to sit in the parlor with their
guests while she tidied up.

"Oh look," exclaimed Miss Charlotte as she pointed to the three stocking
hanging from the mantle.  "I think Santa must have known you would be here
today.  Please find out what he left you."

Inside of the stockings, the guys each found some Clementine's, a can of
mixed nuts, and a crisp $100 bill.  Dan's eyes bugged out at the money.

"I've seen these, but I've never touched one!" he exclaimed.

Lottie beamed.  It gave her pleasure to see the joy and astonishment on the
young face.

"Grandma, this is too much," John said.  "Oops, I'm sorry, Miss Charlotte
you remind me of her."

"John, I know that I can't replace her, but if you would call me "Grandma"
or "Nana" I would consider it an honor."

John only nodded as he swallowed the lump in his throat.  Again, he wondered
why it was that his emotions were on the surface.  He had worked hard for
years to bury them.  Now, he couldn't seem to control them at all.  Damn!

When the excitement over "Santa's" gifts had died down, Lottie broached a
subject that she had intended to bring up the night before.

"Boys, I have received some bad news.  My daughter in Arizona has cancer and
I am going to have to go help her.  I usually don't go until a bit later in
the winter.  Yes, she has children who are willing to do their share, but
they all have important jobs and I don't.  So, I volunteered to be with her.
  That means I have to leave my house unattended.  Normally, I would hire a
girl from the university to house-sit, but the ones I have used are all home
on break.  Could I convince the three of you to stay here until I return?
It might be a month; it could even be three or more."

Darrin looked questioningly at his two companions who both nodded.

"We would be happy to stay here.  As you know, we are a bit crowded in my
tiny apartment, but I was going to look for a bigger place next week.  This
is a godsend.  You don't need to pay us.  We should pay you!"

"Nonsense!  You kids can use the money for groceries.  The utilities are all
paid through my bank account, so you won't have any bills, but I know that
you all can put away your share of food.  And you could use some fattening
up," Lottie smiled as she pinched Dan's cheek affectionately.

Lottie took her guests up to the second floor.  The elevator was only big
enough for two, so Dan and Darrin climbed the stairs.  John was invited to
ride in view of his recent hospital stay.

She told the guys that they could choose any room they wanted for theirs
while they stayed in the big old house -- any room but hers of course.

"There are even more bedrooms on the third floor, but they aren't as warm as
these," she stated.

John immediately liked the bedroom that had belonged to Lottie's brother,
Robert.  It just "felt" like home to him.  Considering the "aura" that
Lottie felt in the room, she wondered if he would end up there, but she
didn't say anything.  No one had used it since Robby's death, but the
contents had been faithfully cleaned and polished over the years.

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Joel and Alex spent Christmas day with their respective families.  They did
use a part of the afternoon talking on the phone.  It began on the pretext
of last minute planning for the trip, but soon lapsed into just talking.
Neither had a lot to say, but both enjoyed the sound of the other's voice.

Allen came in and out of their shared room a couple of times during the
conversation.  When it was over, he smirked at his twin.

"You've got it bad, bro!  I think my baby brother is in love."

"Shut up!" Alex grinned in return. "I'm not even sure if he's gay like me.
And besides, I'm not ready to tell Mom and Dad."

"Don't you think that they suspect?  You had a `date' with a girl, but you
didn't exactly lust over her.  Don't you think that Mom can tell?  She's a
trained shrink after all."

"Oh God, I don't know.  Sometimes it scares me."

Allen took his brother into his arms and gave him a bear hug.  He loved his
twin more than anyone else in the world.  It pained him to see Alex hurting.

"Follow your heart, baby brother.  It will be okay," Allen cooed.

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The day after Christmas was bright and sunny.  It was the kind of day that
yesterday should have been.  Trent awakened to the sounds of dishes being
rattled.  He staggered out into the living room of the mobile home with his
boxers still tented.

Marc grinned at his young "brother-in-law."

"Looks like it runs in the family," he said as he glanced down at Trent's
bulge.

Trent laughed.

"I thought that morning wood ran in every guy's family," he countered.

"Not in those dimensions!" Marc shot back.

All three snickered.  Trent had obviously taken no offence to the comments.
It was cool being able to banter about erections without having to worry
about what some narrow minded father might think.  Trevor spontaneously
hugged his little bro.

Trevor and Marc cooked a very nice, hearty breakfast.  Trent was impressed
with the kitchen skills that they had acquired since living together.  The
older guys told him that they needed to fuel-up because they were going
tobogganing and would burn up lots of calories.  Trent dug in and did as
they suggested.  He noticed that the food was high-protein.  They were still
in the wrestling season and evidently didn't want to put on any pounds.

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While Trent was enjoying his time in Iowa City, Dane and Colt were sitting
in the Eastern Iowa Airport awaiting their flight to Chicago where they
would transfer to another plane bound for Mexico.  They had gotten there
early to get checked in.  However, they had found that business was very
light at that hour of the morning.  They could have had another half hour of
sleep.

As they wondered what they would do for the next hour, who should walk in
but Joel and Alex followed by Joel's grandparents.  The boys all remembered
their manners and introduced their schoolmates to the adults.  It was a good
thing that Dane and Joel had made their peace because it might have been
awkward otherwise.  As it was, the younger guys all seemed to enjoy a
cordial relationship.

Dane dragged the other three off to the opposite end of the lobby where a
vintage muscle car was on display.  He was certain that the rest would drool
over it too.  They did.

When they left, the adults conversed with each other.

"Did I hear right that you two are partners?" Rhys asked.

Wade frowned as he nodded.  He was used to the fact that occasionally this
kind of introduction turning into an ugly confrontation about sexual
orientation."

"Don't be rude, dear; perhaps the young men don't want to discuss their
personal lives with us." Jane smiled.

"It's okay, I guess," Wade stated warming to Jane's friendly countenance.
"Why do you want to know?"

"I'm sorry.  Please forgive a thoughtless old man," Rhys continued.  "It's
just that I have someone close to me who is gay and I want to know what he
is likely to face in life.  I'm not being judgmental; I just want to
understand."

"I think that your grandson will do okay," Rodger commented.  "He certainly
knows how to pick a boyfriend."

"How did you know about Joel?" Rhys blurted out before he thought.

"I can't explain it exactly, I just know.  Some people call it `gaydar' like
radar, you know."

The four adults launched into a discussion about the implications of being a
person who didn't fit into the mold that society imposes.  Wade told of his
own experience growing up with a father who couldn't accept him.  Then Rhys
got Jane's approval to tell about Joel's father.  She loosened up once she
knew that Wade and Roger would be discrete and that they weren't offended by
opening up about their lives.

Meanwhile, the teens were exploring the limited area of the main terminal.
They could see that the adults were busy talking and took their time looking
at the few points of interest.

They soon got bored and decided that they were hungry.  Dane and Colton went
pale at the prices in the coffee shop.  Joel came to their rescue by
insisting on treating everyone.

Soon, they were summoned by their elders to go through security.  Joel and
Alex were familiar with the drill and untied their shoes so that they could
take them off to be checked.  Dane and Colt hung back a bit and followed the
example of the more seasoned travelers.  They didn't want to do something to
make them look stupid.

The boys were please to find that they would be taking the same plane to
Chicago.  But, they wouldn't be able to sit together since Joel and Alex
were in first class with the Masterson's and the rest were flying tourist
class.

Once on the aircraft, Joel talked everyone into letting Alex and him trade
seats with Wade and Roger.  That way, the adults got to continue their
conversation and the kids got to hang with their friends.

The adults were guarded in what they said once they were confined to a small
area of the cabin where others could easily overhear.  They did, however,
enjoy having more time to get acquainted.  Before the flight was over, Roger
and Wade had traded e-mail addresses with Joel's grandparents and promised
to keep in touch.  Jane and Rhys were very happy to have these younger men
to consult in the future.

The boys had fun back in tourist class.  They were at the back of the plane
and so they had a little more privacy.  Knowing that this was Dane and
Colt's first flight, Joel did his best to try to help them relax.  When he
and Dane happened to be standing together waiting for the restroom, he
quietly informed Dane about the "mile-high" club.  Dane snickered thinking
it might be fun to try it with Colt.

"Are you going to do it with Alex on that long flight to Belize?" he asked.

Joel blanched.

"Uh, I'm not sure if he's, like, into that.  I mean, he's a jock and all."

Dane smiled.

"Hey, there's only one way to find out!  Even straight guys like to get
off."

Just then one of the bathrooms opened up and the conversation was dropped.

At O'Hare International, the boys parted company for their main flights.
Dane surprised himself when he hugged Joel and Alex briefly as they split
up.

"Don't forget what I said," Dane whispered to Joel who blushed.

"What was that all about?" Alex asked as they headed for their next
departure gate.

"Oh, nothing, Dane was being a smartass." Joel replied.

Dane filled Colton in on the earlier conversation and his remark to Joel.
He didn't want any secrets from Colt.  He'd been through the agony of a big
misunderstanding once -- and once was more than plenty!

The wait for the next flight was over an hour, so Dane and Colt used the
time to burn off some nervous energy by exploring the concourse.  Along the
way, they found some over-priced junk food to snack on.  By the time they
got back, Roger was getting worried that they would be late and miss the
plane.

The flight to Mexico would take several hours.  A light lunch was served
once the plane was airborne.  After that, people quieted down to reading,
listening to headphones, or napping.  Most of the people in the back where
the guys were seated did the later.

When Dane looked around, he saw that even the cute young steward who had
served them was sitting with his eyes closed.  Dane nudged Colton and
gestured with his head toward the washrooms just behind their seats.  Colt
grinned as he realized what Dane had in mind.

Moments later, the two were stuffed into the tiny restroom.  There really
wasn't room for both to stand comfortably.  Colt sat on the toilet while
Dane stood in front of him.  Colt wasted little time in getting his lover
naked from the waist down.  Then, he went right for the prize.  He took most
of Dane's stiffening prick in one gulp.  He swallowed, enjoying the
sensation of Dane's pride and joy plumping up in his throat.

It turned out to be a quickie in the true sense of the word.  Having
anticipated this for several hours and knowing that they were doing
something "naughty" caused Dane to unload in record time.

Dane left his pants around his ankles as the boys changed places.  As Colt
had done to him, Dane spent little time with preliminaries.  It wasn't long
before Colton was whimpering and quivering.  Then he shot a load that
threatened to drown his boyfriend.

Colt was almost too weak to get dressed.  It took both of them to get his
jeans back up in the cramped place.  He sat down and helped Dane get his
clothes in order.

Colt opened the door a crack to see of the coast was clear.  Finding no one
waiting for the facilities, he quickly emerged with Dane behind him.  The
young steward smirked at them and gave them a "thumbs-up."  They blushed and
grinned in return.  Knowing that they had been caught didn't do anything to
spoil the experience.  It was kind of cool that a young adult knew and
appreciated what had transpired.

It wasn't long before the steward brought them both an extra snack.

"You'll need this to keep your STRENGTH up." He smiled, raising his eyebrows
suggestively.

Dane and Colt both blushed, but returned his smile with broad ones of their
own.  They needed the extra calories and didn't forget to thank him for
them.

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Author's note:  Next chapter includes Belize unless I can keep Alex and Joel
on the plane for another 10 pages...  Just kidding!

I heard from many of the usual list of suspects this week:  Dave, David B.,
Mike K., Joe, Carroll, Paul W., Jim C., Tom H., Rad, Allen, James K., Joah,
and Dyllon.  Thanks guys, it's great to keep in touch.  It means a lot to
me.

Dave corrected me on the use of "probation" and "parole" because I have been
using them sort of interchangeably.  That is not the case!  Marvin was on
parole and broke the condition on which that was granted.  I have made the
correction as well as a couple of wording ones pointed out by Tom.  If I
post this on another site, I want it to be as error-free as possible!
Thanks.

David