Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2008 01:04:37 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tales from Bentonville, Ch. 91

Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 91

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 30, 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 91


The following morning dawned clear and bright, but the boys from
Bentonville were not up to see the sun rise.  Their first inkling that the
new day had arrived came in the form of the aroma of bacon frying in the
kitchen.

Dane and Colt padded off to the bathroom in their underwear to empty their
bladders and brush their teeth.  They slipped on some shorts and Ts before
going to see if they could be of help.  Greta gave them tasks to do
including getting the rest up and moving.

Fortunately, there were two full baths and a powder room on the main floor
of the house.  That allowed the other the boys to get presentable pretty
quickly.

As Jared and Logan shared the main bathroom, they discussed Brent and
Mike's sleeping arrangement.

"Do you think they're gay like Dane and Colt?" Logan asked.

"I'm not sure.  They're always hanging with each other when they're on the
farm, but they don't act different than lots of good buds. I suppose that
they could have been telling us something last night.  We may know more
before the trip is over, if it matters.  We'd better hurry up so we can eat
with the rest."

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It was around 11:00 when Dwayne arrived with Sharon and their new son.  By
then, the house was all tidied up and the guys' sleeping gear was stashed
in their vehicles.

Colt got to hold his baby brother yet again.  Dane would have loved a turn
too, but held back because he knew how much it meant to his lover.
Instead, he helped Greta get lunch ready.  The other boys were quick to
offer assistance too.

Sharon hugged her elder son tightly when it was nearing time for him to
leave.  While she would love to have him spend his last year of high school
in Madison, she felt that she couldn't even hint at that.  There was no
sense in making him feel guilty about the great life he was experiencing in
Bentonville.  His grandmother and his cousin/lover were taking good care of
him.  Sharon loved seeing how well he was thriving.

Dwayne hugged him too.  He had never felt anything but warmth and affection
from his step-son.  He wished that he could have been there to see the boy
growing up, but he would now have another son to watch through all of those
stages.

They both invited everyone to stop in anytime they were in the
neighborhood.  The boys, in turn, remembered to thank them for their
hospitality.

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After their farewells, the guys headed out to the campground that Dane had
mentioned.  On the way, they stopped at a supermarket for food supplies and
ice.  Their task didn't take much time, so they had most of the afternoon
ahead of them.

The campground area that was set aside for tenting was nearly empty because
of the recent weather.  They were able to secure very desirable sites for
two nights.

"Is anyone's parents upset that we won't arrive home until Sunday and then
start school the next day?" Dane asked, after everyone had called home.

"Mom said: `No sweat, since it's a half-day anyway,'" Logan grinned.

The other boys had received similar responses from their families, although
Trent mentioned that Sara was slightly pissed that she would be without him
on Saturday night.  Jerry said that Carrie understood that guys needed to
be with other guys sometimes, so she was okay with it.

Bob Manson seemed especially content that Jared was going to have an extra
couple of days to relax.  Dave and Dustin had offered to take up the slack
on the farm.

"Can we really go to a nude beach?" Brent asked once they had their tents
erected.

"If you all agree that you want to go and everyone promises to keep it to
ourselves," Colt said.

"You mean like `what happens here, stays here'?" Jerry said, repeating the
slogan from a commercial for Las Vegas.

"Exactly," Colt grinned.  "I think there are a number of things we've done
on this trip that we might not want to tell at the breakfast table on
Monday morning."

Remembering their circle jerk, as well as some other incidences of private
playing around, the younger boys nodded in agreement.

"How soon can we go?" Mike inquired, blushing at how eager he appeared.

"Soon," Colt giggled.  "Keep your pants on – at least till we get
there!"

Dane mentioned that the walk to the beach was quite a distance from the
parking lot and they didn't have bikes for transportation, so he suggested
that they drive to the opposite side of the river and paddle across.  They
could all squeeze into Trent's dad's van and use the two canoes that were
on top.  They would ride a bit low in the water, but without any other gear
except for one cooler with snacks and drinks, it would be possible.

As they neared Mazo beach, Logan and Jared were obviously nervous and
excited about this new experience.  They anticipated that their education
in anatomy was going to be increased exponentially.

The guys pulled their canoes up onto the beach several yards from the shore
where they could keep an eye on them.  They didn't assume that anyone would
steal them, but it didn't hurt to be cautious.

Dane and Colt led the group to a spot between the family section and the
all-male section.  They spread out their towels, stripped off their swim
trunks, and applied lotion to each other's bodies.  Neither popped wood,
since they often sunned nude.

The other guys followed suit.  They paired up like they did for tenting.
The only ones who seemed uncomfortable in touching their buds in public
were Jared and Logan, but they got over it seeing that Trent and Jerry
didn't seem to have a problem with it.  However, they had to lie on their
stomachs quickly because they were beginning to sprout boners.

Mike and Brent got hard too, but were very casual about it.  They seemed
proud of what they had to show and received admiring looks for several of
the men walking by.

Logan and Jared chattered nervously for about the first half hour.  They
would nudge each other when a nude female happened to walk fairly close.
Sometimes they would whisper something that their companions couldn't hear
and that would set off a round of giggling.  They hadn't known about the
effect of gravity on aging women's breasts.

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After some time had passed, Dane and Colt said that they were going to take
a stroll to the all-male section of the beach.  Mike and Brent decided to
accompany them.  There weren't a lot of guys there, but most of the ones
who were looked fit and tan.  There were a couple that looked more like
dirty old men, but the boys didn't pay attention to their leers.

Two college aged guys were standing waist-deep in the river kissing.  It
was evident from the movement of their arms that they were stimulating each
other under the water.  Mike got a stiffy from watching and when he did,
Brent got hard too.  Dane suggested that they might all like to "cool off"
in the water.

When the four friends came down the bank – two of them hard and the
other two semi-hard, the lovers broke their kiss and turned to admire the
scenery.

"Come on in; the water's fine," one of them called.

"I know the temperature is going to go up when you guys get in," the other
one said.  "I can feel mine rising right now!"

He stood up on tip-toe so that the end of his "temperature gauge" showed
above the water.

Brent sat on the edge of the sandy bank where the water came up about to
his nipples.  He pulled Mike down so that he was sitting on Brent's lap.
Mike could feel Brent's hot shaft nestled in the crack of his butt.  It was
a definite turn-on!  His own cock was pointing upward in the water, but it
was submerged enough not to show from any distance.

A few waves washed toward them from the wake of a passing motorboat.  The
ripples created a gentle rocking motion that stimulated both boys.

Colton and Dane exchanged a few kisses, standing in water slightly above
their waists.  They cupped each other's butts as well.

The college boys came out of the water to sit on the edge of the bank like
Brent and Mike were, only they moved back far enough to show off their
impressive erections.  Both had clean-shaven crotches which made their
cocks look even longer.

"Come and join us," they invited.

"My name is Thad," the taller of the pair said as he offered his hand to
Dane.

"I'm Troy," the other guy introduced himself.

"My name is Dane and this is Colt, my boyfriend."

Since Dane and Colt were still standing when the introductions were made,
it put their stiff dicks at about eye level for the college guys who made
no attempt to hide the fact that they were enjoying their vantage point.
Dane and Colton got stiffer in response.

"Are you guys going to the university in Madison?" Troy asked.

"Nah, we're still in high school.  That won't happen for another year and
we'll probably go to Iowa State," Dane replied.

"I have to say that you're well hung for preppies!" Thad smiled.  "We were
hoping that we would meet other guys out here that we might hang with this
year.  We're both just starting at Madison next week after two years of
community college.  We don't know anyone yet, but we're hoping to get
involved with the gay and lesbian group on campus."

"We helped found a gay/straight alliance in our high school," Colt
announced proudly.  "We came out this year to all of our friends at school
– including the girls we used to date."

Troy and Thad told the guys that they had grown up in a small homophobic
community in Kansas and were really glad to be off to college away from
home.  They couldn't believe it when Dane told how many gay friends he and
Colt had.

In the process of their conversation, they figured out that they were all
staying at the same campground.

"There's a lot of like-minded boys and men who camp there in the summer and
come here to get naked together," Thad grinned.  "If you're looking for
some action, I'm sure you find some."

"We don't really want to get involved in a group thing with strangers,"
Colt insisted.  "We've lived through one problem of jealousy and
misunderstanding and we don't want to repeat it."

"That's for sure," Dane agreed.

Meanwhile, Brent and Mike were engaged in a session of heavy petting.
Their dicks might not be visible to the world, but there was no missing
what was going on. They certainly didn't act like the shy kids they'd been
when Colt and Dane had caught them masturbating together on the scouting
trip.

"They are really adorable," Troy commented.  "Do you think they'd like to
play?"

"They're horny as hell, but they're only 15," Colt cautioned.  "You'd
better not even ask."

"Oh, I didn't take them for `chicken'," Troy exclaimed.

"We're not "chicken'," announced Mike who had overheard part of the
conversation.  "If we were, we wouldn't be doing this where you could see!"

"No, no," Thad giggled.  `Chicken' is a term of guys who are underage that
men shouldn't be messing around with because it could land them in jail.
Older guys who go after young ones are called `chicken hawks'."

Mike and Brent seemed to enjoy being exhibitionists and continued their
little show until they started to gasp and moan.  Mike bucked, shooting his
load into the water hard enough that some of the milky substance came to
the top.  Brent came a few seconds later.  He scooted up on his knees at
the very last minute squirting his offering on Mike's abs.

Troy and Thad applauded; Colt and Dane looked dismayed.

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Since it was getting near dinner time and Mike and Brent had accomplished
their goal, the four boys bid adieu to the college guys and went looking
for the rest of their group. On the way, Colt had a few words to say to
their younger companions.

"What were you guys thinking?  You could get in trouble.  If a DNR officer
came by, he could haul your asses in for performing a sex act in
public. You could end up on a sex registry and be passed over for jobs and
everything!"

"Hey, it's the gay part of the beach, who would complain?" Brent fired
back.

"The officers wouldn't see it that way.  We won't bring you back tomorrow
if you don't clean up your act."

"We aren't angry with you," Dane insisted.  "We just want you to be safe.
It's fine to do it around your friends like we did around the fire, but
this is too risky.  I know you got carried away.  What happened to the shy,
innocent kids we met last year?"

"I'm sorry," Brent said. "I'm the one who shot my load so everyone could
see it.  It felt so hot at the time, but it won't happen again.  Please
bring us back!"

"I'm sorry, too," Mike added.  "I promise that we'll take care of each
other before we come tomorrow.  That is, if you bring us back."

"Okay, apologies accepted," Colt nodded.  "I know I'm sounding like a
parent, but I don't want you guys to chance getting into trouble with the
law.  What happened back there will stay back there.  We won't mention it
to the others if you don't."

"Thanks," Brent signed in relief.

The other four guys were already thinking about the steaks they'd purchased
for dinner, so they all got dressed to go back to the campground as soon as
everyone met up again.

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After a sumptuous meal, the guys lazed around the campfire not wanting to
move.  After awhile, Mike and Brent said that they were heading for the
showers.

A minute later, Jerry excused himself to go pee.  He noticed a sleazy
looking man getting up from a lawn chair and following Brent and Mike into
the shower house.  He had an uncomfortable feeling, so he ran back to the
campsite to talk to the others.

"There is some creep who looked around to see who was watching and then
started toward our guys.  It may be nothing, but I have this intuitive
feeling."

"Let's go," Trent agreed.  "Sara and I saw a show about that on Oprah one
afternoon.  They said that if it doesn't feel right, it probably isn't!"

The boys agreed that Jerry should go in first to see what was happening and
the rest could come quickly if they were needed.  So, Jerry proceeded to
the urinal keeping his ears open.

The man was so busy lusting over the naked youths in the shower that he
didn't hear Jerry come in.  He was evidently in the middle of a sales
pitch.

"And with your looks, I could get you guys into modeling.  What you need is
someone to create a photo portfolio.  I have all of the equipment in my
rig.  I won't even charge you for doing the shoot.  Come over after your
two buddies go to bed."

"Uh, n-no thanks," Brent stammered.  "We aren't interested."

"We don't want to," Mike said assertively.  "Leave us alone!"

"Look, I was trying to be nice about this, but you're not cooperating.  If
you don't show up, I'm going to tell the cops about what you did at the
beach today, you little perverts!"

Jerry had heard enough.  He went to the shower area where the younger boys
were now on the verge of panic.

"Why don't you leave these boys alone?" he commanded rather than asked.

"This one's my son and he's not obeying me," the guy said pointing to Mike.
(Obviously he'd not seen Jerry with the boys in the afternoon.)

Jerry gave a whistle and five other guys burst into the room.  The man did
recognize Dane and Colt as companions of the younger boys.  Now it was his
turn to feel apprehensive.

Colt got right in the man's face and demanded an explanation.

"I w-a-a-s just trying to help these two with a career possibility," he
stuttered.  "They could be models for Abercrombie and Fitch if they had the
right photos.  I'm a professional photographer."

"Yeah, r-i-i-i-gth!" Jerry scoffed.  "They'd end up on every child
pornography site on the Internet.  You'd get good money for young teens."

"You can't lay a hand on me or I'll call the cops," the man shouted once he
got his nerve back.  "Get out of my way!"

"I'll be the one calling the cops!" Colt shouted back.

"If those boys were put on the witness stand, it would come out that
they're queer," the man insisted.

"Hey, they're out to everyone at school, so why would they care?" Colt lied
without hesitation.

Seeing that he had played his trump card and lost, the man made a rush for
the door.  No one stopped him because they felt they had him on the
defensive already.  It would be their word against his if he acquiesced
them of trying to beat him up.

Jerry ran outside in time to record the license number of the motor home as
it backed over the lawn chair.  The guy left so fast that he didn't unhook
the hoses.  Now water was spewing everywhere and there was a small spill of
sewage on the driveway.

The manager of the campgrounds came out to see what the ruckus was about.
He shut off the water and headed to the office with Jerry close behind.

"That scumbag tried to entice a couple of minors in the bathroom and I
caught him.  I think he's a pornographer!" Jerry told the manager.

The manager called the sheriff's office to report the incident.  He noticed
that the license number the man had registered with did not match what
Jerry had observed on the rig.  Both numbers were given to the authorities
along with the name the man had used.

Mike and Brent were thoroughly shaken by the incident.  They stood
disoriented with tears in their eyes not knowing what to do next.  Their
companions dried them off, helped them dress, and tried to comfort them as
they all proceeded to the office.  The manager kindly let them sit in the
tiny lounge next to his office.  He brought in a variety of soft drinks for
them and then left them alone to talk.

"It's my fault for showing off at the beach," Brent sobbed.  "I guess I had
it coming.  If only I'd have thought with my head instead of my dick, this
wouldn't have happened."

In the process, he told everyone what had transpired.  None of the others
passed judgment on Mike or him.  In fact all the boys said it was normal to
be horny enough to get carried away at times.

"Don't feel like you had it coming!" Jerry told them.  "Predators use guilt
feelings to con kids into doing what they want.  Then, when the kids do
what they ask, they have another thing to use as blackmail and then another
until it looks like there's no way out.  You were standing your ground
against him even before we intervened."

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A half hour later, the manager reappeared saying that the man who had
registered as "Jim Smith" had been apprehended and that the sheriff was on
his way to talk to the boys.  Mike and Brent sat in dread about what he was
going to do.

When the friendly-looking officer strode into the room, the young boys felt
somehow relieved.  He didn't look like he was going to put them through the
third degree.

"I'm Sheriff Taylor," he announced. "We stopped that nasty pervert for
having a broken taillight, but it gave us the excuse to run his name
through the computer.  There's an outstanding warrant for his arrest on
suspected child molestation under a different name.  He has a bunch of
aliases, so there's no telling how many kids he's hurt.  A judge is working
on a search warrant so that we can check his laptop.  I have no doubt that
he will be put out of circulation until he's too old to get it up.  Oops,
sorry about that!  Anyway, if you want to press charges, you are welcome
to, but I know we'll have enough without that.  I hate to see kids put
through the stress of a trial if it's not necessary."

"Thanks!" Mike and Brent said in chorus.  "We'd really rather not if we
don't have to, but we'll face it if it's necessary to put him away."

"Thank YOU!" the sheriff insisted.  "Your quick thinking and actions have
already saved a lot of other kids from a worse fate."

After Sheriff Taylor departed, Brent and Mike still needed to talk.

"I've learned my lesson," Brent said to Colt.  "You were right, Dad."

Colt grinned.  "Hey, I only come on like a father when I think it's
necessary.  You guys are going to be okay.  I think this might have been a
good lesson."

"Yes, Dad," Mike said solemnly, trying to keep the corners of his mouth
from curling up into a smile.

"Let's get to bed," Trent suggested.  "We've had enough excitement for one
night.  We need our rest if we're going to hike in the morning and sun in
the afternoon."

Zipping their bags together for the night wasn't about sex, although Mike
and Brent did crawl in naked.  They held each other and talked about how
lucky they were to have good friends as their guardian angels; and how
understanding the sheriff had been.

"Do you think we should thank God for helping us?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, thank you, Sir.  We really appreciate it." Brent said aloud looking
heavenward.

"Yeah, we really do!" Mike echoed.

Then, wrapped in each other's arms for security, the exhausted teens went
to sleep.

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Thanks to all who wrote this past week: Jim We, Carroll, Joe C, Luiz, Bob
and Walt, Alastair, Rad, and Ray.  A special thanks to Tom and David who
edit.

David