Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2007 18:57:21 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 78

Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 78

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 30, 2004) under High
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Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 78

Most of the students from Bentonville High had found summer employment of
some sort or other.  Unless they came from high income families, they
would need the extra cash for all of the necessities that modern high
school life seems to require.

Corey and Dan were lucky because John Tracewell got them some hours at
"The Evil Empire" as he jokingly called Wal-Mart.  Part of the reason
that the job opportunities opened up was that John was cutting back his
work load in order to devote more time to his studies.  He was getting
close to becoming a certified paramedic and he wanted to keep his grades
at the top of the class.  Darrin had told him that school was his main
job and that he shouldn't worry about money.

"I don't want to be known as a `kept' man," John said half
seriously.  "I need to pull my own weight financially."

"Hey, Baby, you do pull your own weight.  You do more of the housework
than I do and you still work and go to school.  You need to cut back.  If
we were a straight, married couple and one of us supported the other so
he could get a better education, everyone would consider that normal.
Why should it be different just because we can't be legally wed in this
state?  And as far as the `kept' part goes, I certainly intend to keep
you for as long as you will have me."

"Okay, I get your point.  I'm sure I can find some way to pay you
back," John smirked running his tongue over his lips.  "Now, before you
get your undies in a bunch, you know that I'm teasing!  I'm not trading
sex for my living expenses."

"I know," Darrin replied.  "Now why don't we go to our room so that
you can straighten out my skivvies?"

A trail of discarded clothing marked the way to the bedroom.  The minute
the door was closed, John got on his knees to "straighten" Darrin's
underwear out -- all the way down to his feet.  He quickly swallowed the
stiffing rod that waved at his eye-level.  Darrin gasped at the awesome
feeling of John's warm, moist mouth engulfing his phallus nearly to the
pubes.

Fearing that he would cum too quickly, Darrin pulled John to his feet and
traded places.  John moaned his appreciation as he felt Darrin taking him
deep into his throat.

The men ended up in the 69 position on the bed.  They licked each
other's perineums and ball sacs thoroughly before going back to
deep-throating.  Darrin wet his middle finger with saliva and eased it
toward John's prostate.  John returned the gesture and soon they were
moaning around each other's cocks like dogs in heat.

John fired the first volley directly into Darrin's stomach.  Darrin
pulled back to taste the rest of the load and began to shoot torrents of
his own.  For several seconds both continued to empty their balls of the
thick, hot essence of their bodies' creation.

"I love you so much!" John exclaimed as they cuddled.  "I've never
been loved by anyone like I'm loved by you.  You saw something good in
me and saved me.  Without you, I'm not sure I could have stayed on the
straight and narrow."

"I knew you were a keeper from the moment I saw you," Darrin smiled.
"But, I hope you're not planning to turn `straight' on me!"

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At first, working at Wal-Mart was a real bitch!  It wasn't because of
the workload, but rather because Dan and Corey got assigned to different
shifts.  That left them little time to see each other.  Occasionally
during the first week, their shifts overlapped.  However, they had only a
few minutes together at breaks.  At least they got to sleep together some
nights.

After the first week, Dan went to the assistant manager to see if they
could both work the late shift.  It meant that they got off around 7:00
a.m., but it gave them more free daytime hours to swim, shoot hoops, and
go bike riding.  It might mess with their sleep patterns, but there would
be time to readjust before school started again in the fall.

They didn't see each other a lot at work even then, but could take all
of their breaks together once they got on the same schedule.  And, there
were other friends to interact with.  But most of the time they were too
busy to be socially active.

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Joel made some extra bucks tutoring younger kids who had been having
trouble with math.  He enjoyed seeing their progress and it gave him
something to occupy his time while the twins were busy assisting with
football camps for middle school boys.  Because he did not need the
money, he donated it to a fund to help children in Sudan.  It made him
feel good that he could give something that he had earned himself.  He
was also beginning to think about how he could be of further financial
assistance once he turned 18 and would have a large amount of money at
his disposal.  He smiled, thinking of how Mr. Hilton had called him a
spoiled rich brat and encouraged him to tutor Alex back in the fall of
his sophomore year.  That tutoring experience had certainly led to an
even greater reward in finding his soul-mate.

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On their second day as farm hands, Dave and Dustin showed up very early
in Dustin's pickup which was loaded with clothes and supplies.  They
quickly put the perishables into the fridge in the trailer before heading
for the barn.  When they got there, Jared was just herding the cows to
their stanchions for milking.

The boys followed his directions about cleaning off the cows' teats
before hooking them up to the milking machine.   While they were pitching
some hay into the feeding troughs, Jared hand-milked one cow that was
suffering from mastitis.  That milk would be used for feeding animals
rather than being sent to the local dairy.

Jared was fairly quiet, but not as distant as he had been the previous
afternoon.  Dave and Dustin were also less talkative than usual because
of having their dreams disrupted by the alarm clock at 5:00 a.m.

When the milking was done, Jared told the guys it was time for "second
breakfast".

"It's like the Hobbits," he declared with a twinkle in his eye.  "On
the farm you get hungry enough to have first breakfast, second breakfast,
and elevensies!"

That brought smiles to the other two faces.  It began to look like
yesterday's awkwardness had been forgotten.  Jared seemed genuinely
friendly.

The first thing that hit them when they walked into the kitchen was the
aroma of homemade cinnamon rolls.  It was a smell to die for and the
taste lived up to their anticipation.

"Ma'am, these are the best rolls I've ever tasted," Dustin enthused
as he reached for a second one.

"Thank you," Christine responded.  "But you'd better call me by
Christine or I'll feel like an old lady!"

"It's really nice of you to do this for us, Christine.  You must have
gotten up awfully early," Dave added to the conversation.

"I wanted to reward you guys for being here so early," Christine
continued.  "If it weren't for you two, I'd be out in the barn helping
with the milking.  This is a small price to pay for avoiding that."

"Now Christine," Bob said as he limped into the kitchen.  "You've
never complained about chores.  I'm sorry so much of this had to fall on
you and Jared."

"Oh, I'm just saying that I'm more at home in the kitchen than the
barn.  And, no, I'm not complaining about doing my part to keep this
place going."

Dave and Dustin emptied their milk glasses and pushed back their chairs
to leave remembering that there was still a lot to do and feeling that
the conversation was touching on something that might be a private,
family matter.  Bob stopped them with a gesture.

"Don't go yet.  We have a proposition to make and we want you to have
time to think about it before you answer.  I need to spend a week at Mayo
Clinic to be evaluated and to try a new therapy.  That would leave you
two here holding down the fort and watching over Jared.  The younger
children will go to Christine's mother's house.  You would be
responsible for the whole operation until we return.  Please don't feel
that you have to.  I can get some neighbors to help if you don't want to
do it."

Dave and Dustin looked at each other for a moment, evidently reading each
other's thoughts.  Dave spoke for both of them.

"We are honored that you would trust us, but we won't be watching over
Jared.  We will be a team of three and he will be the leader because he
knows the routine and what has to be done.  If that works for you, we are
willing to take it on."

Jared, blushing with pride, turned and high-fived both of them.  He was
elated to be treated like a peer by two guys who were at least three
years older than he.

"That's fine," Bob smiled.  "But I still expect Jared to defer to the
judgment of you older guys if there is a problem.  You have had more life
experience than he has had.  I want you all to be especially careful
around machinery.  I'm a good example of what happens when you get
careless!  That's why I don't have Jason out driving the tractor yet.
When I was his age, I was running a lot of machinery.  Now the thought of
putting a kid that young on a tractor scares me to death!"

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The rest of the day went by quickly.  When the evening chores were done,
Dave was trying to decide what to make for supper since it was his turn
to cook.  Both boys were tired and were going to go for a frozen entree.
But before they could get it started thawing, Jared appeared saying that
his mother wanted the boys to eat with them.  It was too good an offer to
pass up.

After the hearty dinner, Dustin and Dave felt their strength returning.
They were not going to go to bed with the chickens after all.

Bob wanted them to stay and visit for awhile; so they did.  He told them
more about the farm and why he wanted to keep it in the family.  It was a
"century" farm.  That meant it had been in the same family for a
hundred years or more.

It was a small, family farm and at one point he had thought it could not
survive in the face of competition from large corporate operations.
Then, organic farming became popular.  Everything Bob raised from cattle
to crops was done without chemicals.  That meant more work and smaller
yields, but it also meant a lot more money for what was produced.

Rather than applying weed killer, they removed the pests with hoeing and
tilling.  It was labor intensive, but profitable.  As long as he could
hire some inexpensive help, it would work.  He asked the boys to think of
kids that might like to pick up a few bucks working in the fields when
the work-load got too heavy.

The biggest roadblock for Bob's dream was that he could not afford to
buy more land.  An older widow who had a small farm adjoining his was
allowing him to rent her property in return for a percentage of the
profits.  However, the same corporation that was trying to buy his farm
was pushing her to sell.

Originally, Bob's brother was going to buy it, but that dream died along
with him in Afghanistan when his HumVee was blown up by a roadside bomb.
The outlook for the future did not look bright.

"I'm sorry to lay all of that on you," Bob said as he finished his
story.  "Sometimes, I just need someone to talk to about it.  Thanks for
letting me vent.  I promise I will be more upbeat when I return from
Minnesota.  Mayo is going to get me back on track physically and then
I'll feel better mentally as well."

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The boys returned to their trailer feeling bad for Bob and his family,
but without a clue as to what could be done to help.  They would say a
prayer for him, but they certainly didn't have the monetary means to do
more than that.

Concern about the Manson's problems did not keep the boys from enjoying
the rest of their evening.  The air was cool and the sky sparkled like
tiny diamonds on dark blue velvet.  Out in the country away from the
light-pollution of town, the stars seemed brighter and more numerous.
The guys walked hand in hand to their snug little trailer enjoying the
quiet and the aroma of crops and earth.  It was idyllic and romantic.

Jared watched the lovers from his bedroom window and thought about how
much they seemed to care for each other and how "normal" they both
acted.  He had always assumed that gay people couldn't act like regular
guys.

Dave started nibbling on Dustin's ear the moment the got in the door.
He nearly knocked Dustin on the floor with his ardor.

"My, aren't we horny tonight?" Dustin laughed.

"Yeah, WE are," Dave responded.  "I'd like to get laid by my favorite
farmer.  I want you naked, but with your boots on!"

Dustin was only too happy to accommodate Dave's wishes.  What Dave was
proposing sounded kinky!  Soon both were hard and stark naked except for
Dustin's socks and boots.  Dustin felt like he was a macho stud and Dave
felt like he was yielding to a physically powerful man.  It was a major
turn-on for both of them!  (Next time, they might very well reverse
roles.)

Dustin may have been as horny as a bull in heat, but he was as gentle as
a lamb in preparing his lover for his entry.  Dave got on all fours and
took the invading shaft without a murmur of complaint.  He was so turned
on that he pushed his butt back with lustful enthusiasm to welcome the
hot poker.

Dustin rocked to and fro in slow, sensuous movements.  Dave began to push
back even harder in order to sink Dustin's rampant cock as deeply into
his bowels as possible.  Dustin suddenly stopped; Dave whimpered.

"Please don't stop!"

"I want to turn you over so that I can see your face when you cum,"
Dustin explained.  "I want to feel your hot load all over my abs!"

In a flash, Dave was on his back and Dustin was reentering him.  Dustin
not only wanted to see his lover's face, but he wanted to kiss it as
well.  Dave loved the feeling of Dustin's tongue battling with his in
synch with the thrusting rhythm of Dustin's big cock.

Both boys began the mantra of: unh, unh, unh.  The sounds reached a fever
pitch as they neared their climaxes.  The tight area between their abs
was slick from Dave's precum which was, by that time, flowing like
tap-water.  Dave couldn't hold out much longer.  He gave a final cry of
ecstasy as he flooded their bellies.  The clenching of his rectal muscles
practically milked the deluge of nectar from Dustin's dick.  He too
nearly screamed in delight as he came.

Outside in the shadows, Jared's young prick squirted a small, watery
load on the grass.  He went to his knees because his legs had turned to
rubber.  He had never experienced anything to equal that moment.  The
thumb on his left had bore teeth marks from his efforts not to cry out
when he came.  He quickly pulled up his pants and sprinted to the back
door of the house.  Luckily his parents were in their bedroom and no one
was downstairs.  He stripped off all of his clothes and lay naked on his
bed.  His cock was coming to life again and he played with it gently
thinking about the sounds he had heard from the trailer.  It wasn't long
before he had achieved a mostly dry orgasm.  It felt great, but he felt
guilty.  How angry would God be?  What price would he have to pay when he
died?

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Dane was enjoying his duties as lifeguard.  The younger boys who had
started out to see what they could get away with were now pretty well
tamed.  They were intimidated by his lean, muscular physique and the size
of the bulge in his Speedo.  They were little boys and he was a stud.

On several afternoons, Dane got to see some of his friends.  Of course,
he couldn't socialize much, but they could come over to talk to him as
long as he kept his eyes on the pool.  His supervisor, Connie Stover,
made sure that he had enough breaks so that he could stay alert.

Corey and Dan hung out at the pool some mornings.  When they oiled each
other's bodies with sun lotion, it was so sensuous that Dane was afraid
he would throw enough wood to rip his swim suit right down the middle.
After one of those displays, he sat down beside them during his break.

"You guys are going to have to tone it down or you'll be out to the
whole town before you want to be," he whispered.

"Are we that obvious?" Dan whispered back.

"Hell, yes!" Dane responded somewhat louder.  "You are lucky that
it's mostly little kids around before noon.  If anyone our age were
here, they would know exactly what you're doing."

"Looks like you noticed," Corey smirked as he stared at Dane's crotch.

Sure enough, there was a widening damp spot caused by the precum that was
leaking from Dane's semi-hard cock.

"I'm going to take a quick shower to cool off," Dane called to Ms.
Stover as he jogged to the locker room.

The tepid shower would cool his libido and give him the chance to wash
out the pre-cum stains.  He would have to make sure that Colt emptied his
balls for him before he came back the next morning!

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Colt was half hard all afternoon thinking about what he would like to do
to Dane when he got the chance.  They had missed making love for a couple
of days because of being tired from their jobs and having other family
interruptions.  But tonight they were going to make up for lost time.

Trent noticed the dreamy look in Colt's eyes and rightly guessed that he
was thinking of Dane.  He was considering teasing Colt, but thought
better of it.  Colt didn't tease him when he tented his shorts talking
about Sarah.  Colt was a good friend ever since they had settled their
differences their freshman year.  Yeah, both Colt and Dane were good
buddies.  It didn't matter that they were gay; they were supportive and
nice to all of their friends.

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Greta had gone out to the lake cottage, so Dane and Colt had the house to
themselves.  Ellen invited them over for dinner, but said that she knew
they were working hard and wouldn't want to stay too long.  It was like
she was reading their minds.  Dane wondered how much his mother knew
about their sexual needs.  It scared him to think about it!

When they got back to their own bedroom, Dane told Colt about the precum
incident in his Speedo.  Colt got a sexy look on his face and suggested
that one of them go to the other bedroom and that they both put on the
skimpy bikinis that Roger had purchased for their trip to Mexico.

"Then we'll meet back here and see how wet we can make the fronts of
these things before we can't stand it anymore!"

Dane agreed to the plan as he took the tiny bit of nylon and went to the
room where Dave and Dustin lived in the winter.  When he returned, the
room was softly lighted by a couple of candles and Colt was lying
spread-eagle on the bed.  Dane crawled up from the foot of the bed
licking his way up Colt's legs.  Colt began to leak precum almost
immediately.  The thrill of pleasuring his "stallion" had its effect on
Dane's Cowper's gland too.  His damp spot was already about twice the
diameter it had been in the morning.

When Dane turned his body around the other direction and hovered over
Colt, both knew that precum wasn't the only thing that would wet their
suits.  Colt pulled on Dane's hips to guide the tasty bulge closer to
his mouth.  Then using tongue, lips, and even teeth occasionally, he
hungrily worked his lover over.

Of course, Colt was receiving as good as he was giving.  Dane's
techniques matched Colt's closely.  All at once, Dane cried out, went
stiff, and began to deliver his load right through the thin fabric.  Colt
thrust upwards and blasted into and through his bikini too.  It took a
few more minutes of sucking to get all of the cum out of the cloth.  They
did that lying side by side because Dane was too spent to support his
body weight.

The guys helped each other out of their skimpy suits before cuddling.
Sleep overtook them quickly.

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Author's notes:

As many of you know, we had one gay couple who got married in Iowa before
a stay was ordered to prevent more marriage licenses from being issued to
same-sex couples.  We all assume that someone will try to pass an
amendment to prevent more gay marriages, but this is a small victory.

Thanks to all who wrote to me recently.  A couple of guys have written in
regard to "Zeke" and "Always and Forever" because they discovered
them on storylover.us and wanted to encourage me to write more.

The list includes: Don B, Stephen P, Luiz, Ian G, Killian, Alan A, Jim
We, Tim E, Tim P, James H, Paul W, Davy, Jim C, Carroll, Mark D, Paul R,
Kurt N, Vin, Joe, Robbie, Tom H, and David S.  A special thanks to Tom
who has proofed and caught several chronological errors!

David