Date: Thu, 09 Feb 2012 06:59:17 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Val 'n Tyne

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Val 'n Tyne

Chapter 1

"Hey Tyne, why the sad face? Tyne! Hello! Dude! Take those damn earbuds
out, mo-fo. I'm talking to you."

"Oh. Hey Noah. I didn't see you there. Sorry dude. I was somewhere else."

"Duh, no shit. What's wrong with you?"

"You're never going to believe what happened in my Contemporary Lifestyles
class. Shit! I can't even believe it myself. Let me put this crap in my
locker and we can get the hell out of here. I'm so glad you finally got
your driver's license so I don't have to walk home anymore."

"That's the goofy class you have with Ms. Harris, right? My sister said
that class was an easy A. So what's the problem? You're so smart you don't
even have to go half the time."

"I know - but get this, she gave us a new assignment where we get paired up
to go on a mock Valentine's Day date with somebody in our class. Well, it's
not really a mock date cuz we really have to do it. Then we have to do a
one page report in front of the whole freakin' class explaining how it
went. You know, like if its awkward or something."

"That doesn't sound so bad. What's the big deal? Just take the girl to
McDonalds and report that you and your date don't have any chemistry. Like
she's a Crispy Chicken Club and you're a McRib."

"That's not it, you dumbass. The deal is, Ms. 'I'm so new age' Harris, drew
the names. And not just any names - oh no - that would be way too
easy. She's making the guys go out with the guys and the girls go out with
the girls," Tyne said as he slammed his locker shut with a bang. "Like
we're all a bunch of fags!"

"Holy shit! No way. Oh my god! I'm afraid to ask this, but, oh damn! Who
did you get?"

"Val."

"Val. That Val? The Val? Oh my god!" Noah started to dance around, being
the big flamer that he was.

"Oh yeah. And stop that, you fairy."

"Oh my god! Val the basketball jock? He's so fine! And that body - holy
crap! So what's the problem? Don't you have a big hairy crush on him? Shit,
I'd do him in an instant. C'mon big boy," he said, bending over and
slapping his ass like he was getting it from Val.

"Down boy. Dude, no one knows I'm gay. Except you of course and, well, my
mom. But anyway, how am I going to keep from outing myself in front of him?
I'm going to look like a complete dweeb. Anyway, let's go. Where did you
park that shit heap you call a car?"

"Over there, next to Amber's pink Beetle. God, what an ugly car. You know
her mom won that butt-ugly thing for selling the most cosmetics here in
Hartsdale."

"Yeah, her mom is always trying to get my mom to buy some of that cheap
crap. Like seriously, could you imagine my mom with a sky-high bouffy
hairdo and big red lips?"

"No way! That's funny dude. That would be a hair don't."

"No shit! So help me out here dude, what am I going to do with him?"

"Val? Drug him and then make wild sexy love to him in the backseat of his
rockin' truck!"

"Shut the fuck up. You're supposed to be my friend. Seriously, what am I
gonna do? How am I gonna even talk to him? Once I open my mouth he's gonna
know I'm totally in love with him. I'm gonna be all shy and start blushing
like crazy. Besides, he's straight. Shit!"

                                                        **##**

"Hello! Val, are you in there?" Nick asked waving a hand in front of Val's
face. "Or you just trying to show off your sick abs. There's no girls in
here so what's the point? We're already jealous enough of your fucking
eight pack, all right?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I was just thinking about this dumbass assignment I just got
in my Contemporary Lifestyles class just now." Val answered, snapping to
and pulling on his practice basketball jersey. "And it's not an eight pack
- yet!"

"Whatever. So what's the assignment about?"

"We have to go on a date and report about it," Val answered, grabbing his
balls and adjusting them in his jock.

"So, you afraid you'll piss Lizzy off by going? I mean, since it's an
assignment, she'll understand. It's not like you're really cheating on her
or anything."

"No, that's not it. It's who I got paired up with that's bothering me. God,
I only took the stupid class to get an easy A for a humanities credit just
so I could stay eligible for basketball. I never figured on doing something
as lame ass as this."

As they entered the gym and started stretching, Nick asked, "So who'd you
get stuck with? Is she a total bow-wow or something?"

"No, actually if he had tits, he'd be kind of cute."

"Wait. What? Did you say ... HE?" Nick broke from his stretch and gaped at
Val.

"Yeah, it's that super brainy kid with the long blond hair, Tyne. Remember
him? He's the one who beat all the Asian kids in the spelling bee in sixth
grade. Ms. Harris has this dumbass idea to have us go on a 'date' with
someone of our same sex so we can 'relate' to people with alternative
lifestyles. Then we're supposed to report to the class what the experience
was like for us. It's bad enough I have to go do it, but what the fuck am I
gonna talk to Tyne about? Calculus?"

Nick fell over laughing. Everyone wanted to know what was so funny and Nick
bogusly ratted Val out in front of the whole team. Soon, everyone was
laughing and making sick ass jokes about him. "Fuck off!" he said, giving
them all a double barreled, middle finger.

Lukas, the big center started chanting, "Tyne and Val sitting in a tree,
K-I-S-S-I-N-G." That started a whole new round of laughter.

"No wait," Kerry, the point guard, cried out trying to shush everybody,
"Listen, listen, that's fucking backwards. It should be Val 'n Tyne sitting
in a tree."

That did it. Everyone was on the floor holding their stomachs and laughing
their asses off and then chanting, "Val 'n Tyne, Val 'n Tyne."

Val felt like kicking Nick's ass and thought he might just do it after
practice. Lucky for Nick, Coach Carlson walked in and told them to start
drills, saving his ass at the moment. Coach Carlson yelled several times
for Val to get his head in the game because of being distracted. Random
bouts of giggles erupted each time the Coach chastised him.

After practice, Val stood next to Nick in front of their lockers and
stripped down to their boxers or in Val's case, his jock strap. The doctor
told him he had to wear one to play in because he was having pain in his
balls from them bouncing around too much. They each wiped the bulk of their
sweat off with a towel. The showers in good old Hartsdale High were broken
and since no one ever really showered in school these days anyway, they
never bothered to fix them. "You realize I'm gonna have to kick your ass
when we get outside, right?"

"Aww, c'mon dude, where's your sense of humor?" Nick asked. "Like if it was
me, you wouldn't have spilled your guts? I mean, c'mon, you have to admit
that's funny as hell."

"Yeah, well I might have. You still have to be punished somehow though,"
Val said, as he peeled off his sweaty jockstrap exposing his plump, six
inch, cut dick. Nick sat down on the bench and reached into his locker for
his street shorts while Val slipped behind him. While Nick was bent over,
Val leaned over his back and pressed him down as he pulled his sweaty jock
over Nick's head and then grabbed his arm and sent him sprawling off the
bench into the center of the locker room.

It was perfectly situated with the sweaty, ball pouch over his nose and
mouth and his eyes peering out between the leg straps. Everyone came
rushing out of the locker bays to laugh and mock him. Val smiled smugly and
pulled on his Bart Simpson boxers. "Okay," Val said, "now we're even."

                                                               **##**

"You want to come in for a while? I downloaded a bunch of new songs
yesterday," Tyne asked Noah as they pulled into Tyne's driveway. They
always hung out at Tyne's house because his mom was a nurse and was hardly
ever home.

"Nah. Can't. I start my shift at Whole Foods pretty soon. So are you going
to call him? Man, I wish I could be a fly on the wall and hear that
conversation," Noah said, bouncing around in his seat. "Who'd have thought
that you'd be the first one of us to go on a date with a guy?"

"I know. I always figured I'd fly under the radar until I got to college
and then hook-up with some cute guy."

"Well, he is cute, that's for sure. And he doesn't seem like a big jerk
like some of the other jocks," Noah said, fidgeting with the radio dial.

"Yeah, you're right. Well, I guess I might as well get this over
with. Ms. Harris had us exchange phone numbers just before class ended. Val
looked like a deer stuck in headlights. It was kinda cute actually. Anyway,
it's not like he's going to call me. I'll just have to suck it up and call
him cuz if I wait for him we'll never do it. And I'm not going to ruin my
4.0 average on a stupid jock. So where should we go? Palermo's for pizza?
No, too many people from school would see us. God, I hate this."

"If it were me, I'd make him a big romantic picnic and then take him up to
Make-Out Meadow. Pack some wine and cheese. You could even steal a bottle
of your mom's good chardonnay. Roll out a big blanket under one of the
shady oak trees. Then, when you get him good and drunk, you can take
advantage of him."

"Yeah, right. Get real, doofus. Besides, it would take a lot more than one
bottle of wine to get that bad boy drunk. You know how big he is. And
besides, he probably only drinks beer. Shit. What are we going to talk
about? Sports?" Tyne sighed as he gathered up his books off the floor of
his best friend's car.

"Well, you could talk about Glee or Lady GaGa," Noah said thoughtfully.

"Dude, he's not going to be into that. I'm not even into that for shit's
sake. Seriously, we're just going to sit there for an hour and not
talk. Probably just stare at our food. What a freakin' waste of time."

"You could tell him about your Karate. That's a sport isn't it?"

"I guess. I just can't tell him the real reason I go is cuz once I told mom
that I was gay, she wanted me to be able to defend myself if I ever got
bullied. See, everything I say is going to out me," Tyne said with another
long sigh.

"Well, you'll figure it out. If you do a picnic I can use my discount at
the store and get you some good munchies."

"Thanks, Noah. But I don't think so."

"Okay. But if you change your mind, I'm your man. And don't look so
sad. It's only one little Valentines date. OH FUCK! Did you get that?"

"What? Calm down, man. Did you take your Adderall today?"

"You're supposed to be the brainiac and you don't even get it do you?"

"No I don't. Will you please tell me what you're talking about?"

"Valentines! Val ... and ... Tyne! Do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Oh, no. No, no, no! Can this get any worse?" Tyne said as he slumped back
in the raggedy bucket seat.

                                                               **##**

Val climbed in his lifted, dual cab, white F-150 and fired it up. He loved
the deep roaring sound of the dual exhaust he'd gotten for Christmas. That
and some new swag was all he really had wanted. His mother was against
giving him something like that, thinking he needed something to open on
Christmas morning. Luckily, his old man understood and won out. The day
after Christmas, they took it in to Bob's Auto and got it installed. He
loved how a crowd gathered in the parking lot on the first day back to
school just to listen to him rev the engine. He especially liked Lizzy's
comment that it sounded so manly.

He backed out carefully and headed out of the lot. When he made the turn,
he stepped on it a little hard and broke traction. He loved the feel of
being in control of something so big and powerful. Driving was a great
adventure and he was damn lucky to have such a nice truck for his first
vehicle. He knew it too. His dad got a smoking deal on it from a contractor
that was going out of business.

Val plugged his iPod into the jack and turned up the bass. He had two 10's
under the back seats and they vibrated the whole truck. Lizzy liked that
too. He was hoping it wouldn't be too much longer before the two of them
got into a little seat vibration in the back of his truck all on their
own. Things were definitely progressing in that direction. She could still
only go on group dates, but he was pretty sure he could get a group
together that would conveniently get lost up at Make-Out
Meadow. Valentine's Day was coming up and Val was hopeful that might just
be the magic day.

Val was anxious to finally lose his V-card with her, especially since she'd
be giving hers up to him too. He didn't kid himself though; he was a little
scared by it as well. One thing was certain; he'd never pressure her into
it like Nick did to the skanks he dated. It had to be her idea. He wondered
for a fleeting moment if Tyne was a virgin, then he laughed. "Duh," he said
out loud, "how would a kid like Tyne ever find a chick to get jiggy with?"
He wondered if Tyne had even been kissed.

Val pulled into his driveway, stuffed his iPod into his backpack, grabbed
his gym bag from the back seat, and went in through the side garage
door. Val tossed his gym bag next to the washing machine and burst into the
kitchen, kicking the door closed behind him with his size 14 shoe. "Mom,
I'm home. What's for dinner?" The smell of cinnamon rolls filled his
nostrils and he dropped his pack and opened the oven door to peek in.

"Get out of there! They aren't done yet. They're for tonight's dessert. Val
ignored her and snatched one off the pan tossing it from hand to hand to
cool it off. He grabbed his backpack and ran laughing to his room as his
mom playfully scolded him. Val sank his teeth into the partially baked
dough and savored the sweet cinnamon taste and gooey texture. God, he loved
his mom's cooking. Actually, he loved everything about his mom. She was
like the perfect mom. Come to think about it, he loved everything about his
life. He loved his mom and dad, his little sister, when she wasn't
pestering him to play with her, his girlfriend, playing basketball, his
buds, and definitely his truck. The only thing not perfect about his life
was his grades. Wow, were they ever not perfect.

It wasn't that he didn't try, he just didn't get it. He finished his roll
and licked his fingers. Then he opened up his Algebra book and turned to
the "Solving for Multiple Equations" section. He wondered how he would ever
solve multiple equations when he couldn't even solve single ones. He stared
at the first odd numbered problem for several minutes trying to remember
what Mrs. Collins had done on the board. It was useless. He fished his cell
phone from his pocket and scrolled down the contacts to the newest one. It
simply read, "Tyne." Val realized he couldn't even remember Tyne's first
name. Tyne was part of his last name, but it was all anybody ever called
him. His thumb hovered over the green call button, but he chickened out. He
couldn't think of a way to even start the conversation. "Lame ass project
anyway."

His mom called him to dinner and he joined everyone around the table. Val
was on his second large helping of spaghetti when his mom asked him, "Why
are you so quiet tonight. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing." He filled his mouth with a massive wad of sauce coated noodles
he'd wound up onto his fork.

"Are you having trouble with one of your classes?" she pursued.

"No. More like all of them. Then, Ms. Harris gave us a stupid assignment in
my Contemporary Lifestyles class."

"That's the most ridiculous thing I ever heard of," Val's dad piped
in. "Whoever, heard of a school subject called Contemporary
Lifestyles. They should just stick to the three R's and get rid of all that
other socialist crap in schools. I don't know why you ever signed up for
it."

"Yeah, well I agree, but I needed an easy A. I suck so bad in all the
others. I get an A in PE and an A in that class and it balances out my
D's. Anyway, she wants us to go on a pretend date with someone of the same
sex in our class and then report on our feelings about it. To make us more
sensitive to alternative lifestyles, I guess."

"Oh for the love of God. That's ridiculous. I have half a mind to go
complain. What's next, having all the boys dress in drag and parade around
the football field?" his father groused.

"No Dad, don't go complain. Geez. I'm a big boy. I'll just do it and get it
over with and get the points. If I didn't need a solid A, I'd just blow it
off, but it's a big part of the grade."

"Well, how bad can that really be?" his mom offered in a reconciliatory
voice. "You just go get something to eat or to a movie like you do with
your basketball buddies and call it a date. What's so different?"

"What's different is, I got paired up with this geek called Tyne who's a
total braniac and probably knows nothing about sports. It's just gonna be
all awkward and stupid. To top it off, I made the colossal mistake of
telling Nick, and he spilled it to the whole team and they were chanting
'Val 'n Tyne' before practice."

"Hehe, that's funny. Val 'n Tyne. Why don't you just pretend you went and
make it all up for the report?" asked his little sister, Violet.

"Good plan, sis, except, we have to take pictures of us together wherever
we go, and we have to have a clock with the time on it in the pictures. The
teacher already thought of that."

"Oh." Then she added, "Do you have to take a picture of you kissing your
Valentine too?"

"Shut up. Not even a little funny, sis." She thought it was incredibly
funny and was giggling her twelve year old head off.  His mom also thought
it was funny and was convulsing in her chair trying not laugh along with
Violet. Val's dad thought it was not at all funny and was still grumbling
under his breath about what the world was coming to.

After dinner, Val went back to staring at his Algebra. After thirty minutes
and two problems, which he mostly guessed at, he slammed the book closed in
frustration and pulled his World History book out. He was actually getting
a C in that class since it sort of interested him. He was studying about
the Roman Empire and he thouht the parts about the wars were cool.  He'd
read the same paragraph like three times and realized he still had no idea
what he'd read. He kept thinking about the "date" with Tyne and what they
were going to do. Biting the bullet, he fished his phone from his pocket,
scrolled down to Tyne's name and pushed the call button.

"Hello." Tyne's voice was hesitant since he saw it was Val calling.

"Hey. This is Val."

"I know. This is Tyne."

"Umm, yeah I know, I called you. So, umm, are we gonna do this stupid date
thing or what?"

                                                               **##**

Tyne waved goodbye to Noah and climbed the front steps to the modest
ranch-style house that he shared with his mom. Since his dad died a couple
of years ago, it was just the two of them now. He knew his mom was dealing
with her grief by pulling double shifts at the hospital. She was a good
nurse and it made him smile at the thought of her caring for the little
kids in the pediatric unit. The loneliness didn't seem to bother him much,
in fact, he rather enjoyed all of the privacy. But on days like this, he
really missed his dad. Both of his parents were fully supportive when he
came to them at age twelve and told them he thought he might be gay. They
didn't make a big deal out of it and told him it made no difference in
their love for him. His dad counseled him that he was heading into some
pretty big changes in the next couple of years and he should just focus on
being Tyne. If he was gay it was okay and if he wasn't gay that would be
okay too. But he should know that being gay wasn't any different than
having the sparkling blue-green eyes he was born with.

His dad had been good with emotions and feelings, something that Tyne
sorely lacked. Spalding von Tyne, Senior radiated honesty and empathy,
something of an oddity in the Hartsdale Police Department. But it worked
well for him and he became the department's first hostage negotiator. That
was until he was shot seven times at a stand-off inside the vault of the
Hartsdale Community Bank. As the days slowly turned to months, Tyne worried
that the memory of his dad was starting to fade away. But not today. Today,
he really missed him. He knew his dad would have a quick answer to put his
mind at ease over his upcoming date with Val.

Sighing with resignation, he plopped his backpack on the kitchen counter
and started to root around for something good to eat. His mom might not be
home much anymore, but she always made sure the fridge and the pantry were
stocked with plenty of his favorite foods. He found a pack of frozen
Kung-Pao chicken in the freezer and dumped half of it in a glass bowl.
Turning the microwave on, he took out his phone and looked at Val's number
for at least the fiftieth time. Should he call him now and get it over
with? No, he thought. I've got to figure out what to say first.

The machine squeaked out that irritating noise signaling that his dinner
was ready. He grabbed his backpack and carefully pulled the hot bowl out of
the microwave then bounded up the stairs to his room. He didn't have much
homework, having completed most of it during class. Clicking on his laptop,
he thought maybe he'd read some of the stories posted on a couple of his
favorite gay websites. Maybe he could find an answer there. Waiting for the
machine to boot up, he scarfed down his dinner, let out a large burp, and
threw the empty bowl on the side of his desk. Clicking on his favorites, he
was soon at his most-visited website. He liked this site because all of the
naked guys looked like guys his age. He scrolled through the pictures
stopping at the ones that he was attracted to. Rearranging his throbbing
cock inside his jeans, he suddenly stopped when he saw a guy that looked
like Val.

"Holy shit! That looks just like Val," Tyne said to the empty room. Leaning
into the monitor to get a close-up on the buff guy's huge, rock-hard dick,
he practically jumped out of his chair when his phone started to ring.

"Hello." Tyne couldn't take his eyes off the stud in the picture.

"Hey. This is Val."

"I know. This is Tyne."

"Umm, yeah I know, I called you. So, umm, are we gonna do this stupid date
thing or what?"

"Yeah, I guess we, uh, have to." Tyne was having a hard time speaking,
trying to match the voice on the phone with the picture on his
screen. Could this be the same guy?

"Well, I umm, was trying to think of something we could do. You know,
something we'd both like to do. What, ah, what do you like to do?"

He sounded so cute and he's just as nervous as I am, Tyne thought. Maybe
this won't be too bad after all. "I don't care. We could go to the mall and
hang out. Get a Java Chip Frappuccino from Starbuck's and just chill."

"Umm, yeah, we could do that. But I'm not sure we want to run into anybody
from school, you know what I mean?" Val said.

"Yeah, I get it," Tyne said, starting to get mad. "You don't want to be
seen with a geek like me in front of your jock friends. Just forget
it. E-mail me your picture and I'll Photoshop it. You don't even have to do
the report. I'll do it all myself."

"Whoa, slow down a minute, dude. That's not what I was saying. I was
thinking of you. I have to confess something to you and I hope you don't
get too pissed at me for it. I kind of told my friend, Nick, about having
to do this date thing, and he shot his big mouth off to the whole
basketball team and they started chanting, Val 'n Tyne, Val 'n Tyne over
and over. I'm worried it's gonna get all over school and you might get shit
for it."

"Oh. Sorry. I guess I just jumped to conclusions," Tyne said. "I'm not too
worried about people teasing me over that. I've had worse, trust me."

"That's cool. Not that you've been teased, I mean it's cool that you're not
mad about me exposing us." After an awkward pause, Val asked, "So what do
you want to do?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" Tyne parroted.

"Geez, this is stupid."

"I know. I actually told a friend of mine about the assignment too and he
had he stupidest suggestion ever. He said we should go on a picnic. Crazy,
huh?"

"Maybe not. Hey, have you ever gone four-wheeling?"

"No. What's it like? Is it safe? My mom's a little overprotective about
stuff like that."

"We don't have to do jumps or go flying through the mud or anything like
that. I don't really like to get my truck dirty anyway. We can just go out
on some of the forest trails and listen to some tunes. We can chow down on
some KFC or something like that. Maybe we could even do a little fishing in
this stream I know about. Just some dudes killing a couple of hours."

"Okay," Tyne said, slowly warming to the idea. "That might be fun. My dad
was going to take me to this old ghost town up in the forest behind the
lake. But he never got around to it. Maybe we could go there. I don't know
if there's fish in the lake or not, though."

"Cool. If you're talking about Mother Lode Lake, I think I know where that
is. I've heard they stock that lake with trout. I'm not sure there are any
left in it, but we could try. Wanna go on Saturday?"

"Sure," Tyne said with some hesitation. "Do you know where I live?"

"No. Text me your address. I'll pick you up at like ten. Is that cool?"

"Yeah, that's cool. And Val?"

"What?"

"Sorry for getting mad."

"No problem dude. See ya Saturday."

                                                              **##**

Val hung up and sighed in relief. That hadn't gone too bad at all. He hit
the return call button and waited for Lizzy to pick up. She let it ring a
long time before her voice came on, "About time. Why didn't you take my
call earlier?"

"I was on a call and couldn't switch over. What's the big deal?" Val
defended himself.

"Who's more important than talking to me?" Lizzy whined.

"I was talking to a guy about a homework assignment. Geez, chill."

"Were you talking to that Tyne kid?" Val's stomach knotted at the mention
of his name. Lizzy had already heard. Who else heard? It had probably gone
viral.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Duh, ever since you told the whole team, it's all over. Val 'n Tyne, such
a perfect pair. Everyone's laughing about it. I'm sick of it
already. School's going to be awful tomorrow."

"Shit, I was afraid of something like this."

"You're not really going on a date with him, are you?" Lizzy didn't pose it
in the form of a question, it was more of an order, as in "You're NOT
really going on a date with him, ARE you?"

"Uhh, hell no. But we have to make it sound like we did to get the grade. I
need an A in that class to stay eligible for basketball."

"K. Just make sure you don't. If anyone sees you two together, I'll never
hear the end of how I lost you to a boy named Tyne. Already, some of the
bitches on the squad are asking me if I knew you were gay. Sheena asked me
if I'd ever felt you get hard when we made out."

Val was freaked over the whole stupid thing. He had to find a way to stop
this before it spun completely out of control. But he couldn't resist
asking Lizzy, "So have you?"

"Have I what?" Lizzy snipped.

"Felt me get hard?"

"Oh my God. Don't be gross."

Val laughed. "Well, have you? Maybe I am gay if you haven't felt it."

"Or maybe it's just too small to feel." She said back sarcastically.

"Ouch, baby. But that's not it. I told you I'm packing big time. So have
you felt it?"

"Shut-up. I'm not talking about this. This is so gross." Lizzy pretended to
be disgusted, but Val knew better and he knew she'd felt it. She'd started
letting her hand roam over it and he'd ground against her a couple times
already. He just wanted to make her say it.

"Hey Lizzy, guess what?"

"What?" She snipped.

"I'm hard right now. I'll rub the phone over it for you so you can tell
Sheena you felt it." Val laughed and rubbed his phone over his crotch.

"Val, stop it." She tried to sound all offended but she started to
snicker. "You're awful. Boys are so disgusting."

"No way. Girls are way worse. No boys have asked me if I felt you getting
all wet and squishy when we make out. It's just you girls who talk dirty
like that with each other."

"Okay, are we done with this topic now?"

"I don't know. Are we?" Val pushed her buttons some more. He loved getting
the upper hand on her, it happened so seldom. She'd already gotten
comfortable enough with him being on her hook to move into the whole
domineering and drama phase. That's when girls get annoying. It's the
miserable phase between the excitement of the chase in a new relationship
and when they finally crack and give it up. At this in-between phase,
however, it's all pay and no play. Unfortunately, Val had never gotten past
that point in a relationship. This time though, he could tell it was
different with Lizzy. At least he hoped so.

"Yes, we definitely are. So this Saturday night, I have to go to my
grandparents' house for some family thing instead of going to my movie that
you promised me. But, we can still go to a matinee. It'll be cheaper anyway
and you won't even have to take me out to eat because we'll be eating at my
grandma's."

"Oh. Okay, I guess. Do we really have to go to that movie? There's a new
X-Men out."

"Yes we have to go MY movie. You promised me. I'm the only girl in school
who hasn't seen it because of your stupid fishing trip last weekend." Her
tone left Val no doubt.

"Okay, okay. It's just such a chick flick. What's it called again, Pantie's
in Paradise?"

After a pause, she said, "Now you're just being rude. You know it's called
Princess in Paradise. I'm hanging up now since you're being rude."

"K. I should do more homework anyway. See you tomorrow. Maybe we can go
behind the wood shop and you can give me the gay test and see if I get hard
when we make out."

Val laughed as the loud click signaled that Lizzy had hung up. Then he
suddenly said out loud, "SHIT! Saturday!" He quickly dialed Tyne again. He
hoped he wasn't going to be pissed.

"Hello? Val?"

"Yeah, hey Tyne. So about Saturday ..." Val hadn't clearly thought through
how to tell Tyne the bad news about the conflict on Saturday and
fumbled. Tyne quickly jumped into the pause before Val could sort out his
thoughts.

"Yeah, I talked to my mom and I have to tell you something about that." Val
was relieved since he assumed Tyne was going to say he had a conflict or
that his mom was freaked out about four wheeling. "She is really happy that
you're taking me to Mother Lode Lake. My dad was planning to take me there
on the weekend before he got killed during that bank robbery last
summer. She went and got all the fishing stuff out of the storage shed for
me. He was going to take me fishing for my first time and then he
died. When I found out about this assignment, I have to be honest, I wasn't
too happy about it, but then after you called and were so cool about it and
all and then when you suggested we could go to Mother Lode Lake, well ..."
Val could tell Tyne was fighting back his emotions and Val got a lump in
his own throat. "Well, I just want to say thanks. Oh, so anyway what did
you need to tell me?"

"Umm, I was just thinking, you should be sure and pack a coat, it's pretty
cold up there this time of year."

"Oh. Good idea. Thanks, yeah I will. Is that all?" Tyne asked.

"Yeah. Pretty much. I just didn't want to forget to tell you. See you at
school maybe, huh?"

Val hung up and collapsed on his bed. "Shit. Talk about solving multiple
equations."

                                                               **##**

Tyne was excited. No, that wasn't really true. He was totally, completely,
mo-fo freakin' excited! He couldn't stand it. He hadn't felt this good in
many, many months. He slumped back in his chair and looked up at the
ceiling and whispered under his breath, "Thanks, Dad."

He grabbed his iPhone and tapped out a quick text to Noah, "R u off work
yet?"

Tyne fidgeted around at his desk for a few minutes before his phone beeped
with Noah's reply, "in 15. I'll call u."

Having all of this nervous energy had masked the fact that he was still
horny. He clicked back on the naked dude that looked just like Val and
enlarged the picture to take a closer look. On the surface they looked
alike, but this guy had a small tribal band around his big bicep and his
hair was a little longer. Tyne didn't think Val had a tattoo since most of
the jock's coaches were old school and wouldn't let the players tat
themselves up. Maybe this could be Val's older brother if he had one. He'd
have to ask him about his family on Saturday.

He slid his hand down his sweats and palmed his compact dick. He thought
about rubbing one out real quick to the photo on the screen, but suddenly
he felt conflicted. On one hand daydreaming to an image of doing it with
Val was totally hot, but then he thought he'd feel guilty afterwards. He
wasn't sure if he'd be able to look at Val on their date without blushing
like crazy. It was one thing to jack off to some hot, anonymous guy's
picture, but doing it to a straight guy from school just seemed
wrong. Fortunately, that decision was put off when the phone rang.

"Dude, what's up?" Noah asked.

"Just chillin'. You're never going to believe where Val is taking me for
our date."

"Spill it, T. I don't have time for twenty questions." Sometimes Noah's
attention span was really short, especially if his medication was wearing
off.

"Remember how you said we should go on a picnic? Well, Val suggested we
kinda do the same thing. He's going to take me four wheelin' and maybe
we'll do some fishing, too!"

"Awesome, dude. Gawd girlfriend, play it right and maybe you'll hook his
worm. Where are you guys going to go?"

"Shut up, Noah. You're impossible, you know that? He's taking me to that
lake my dad was going to take me to before he died. Val knows where it
is. Isn't that cool? I just wish he was really gay and this would be like a
real date," Tyne said.

"Maybe you could fall in the water and pretend to drown. Then he'd have to
give you mouth-to-mouth," Noah proposed.

"Too obvious. How about this: When he's not looking I could scrape my leg
and then yell like I'd just been bitten by a snake. Then he'd have to suck
out the venom!" The two boys started to giggle like crazy. The two of them
could go on for hours talking like this. The two of them had been best
friends for years and had no secrets between them but shared a massive
secret from the rest of the world. That created a unique bond between
them. Noah had been the best friend ever, just holding Tyne quietly in his
arms while he cried and cried over the loss of his dad. And even though
they were both gay, nothing sexual had ever happened between them. They
both agreed that they didn't want that to jeopardize their
friendship. Besides, the chemistry wasn't there. Noah was a McFlurry and
Tyne was a McRib.

"Hey. I've gotta tell you something I heard at work tonight. You're not
going to like it."

"What?"

"You know Val has a girlfriend, right? Lizzy something? She's that bitchy
chick on student council."

"Yeah, I've seen her but she's not in any of my classes. What's the
problem?" Tyne asked, starting to worry.

"Well, her older sister is a cashier and I overheard her talking to another
girl about your date. I bet it's all over the school now. Lizzy's sister
was saying that Lizzy was afraid if you guys go on this date you're going
to turn Val queer."

"As if! If anybody was going to turn him queer it would be her. I don't see
what he sees in her. She's pretty and all, but she's so bossy. She must
really put out. So what's the problem?"

"I was thinking that if people at the store are talking about your date,
then it's got to be all over the school by now. By tomorrow, everybody is
going to know about Val 'n Tyne. You might get some flak from his boys,"
Noah said. "And another thing, if this is all over the school then your
secret about being gay is going to be over. You're pretty much outed,
dude."

Tyne took a deep breath. "First of all, I'm not worried about being
bullied. I can take care of myself. And secondly, even though I don't go
around shouting out that I'm gay, I don't deny it either. It's just a class
assignment so that's my cover. Besides, I hang with you and you just scream
queer! If that hasn't outed me, this probably won't either."

"Shut the fuck up! I'm as butch as they come," Noah protested.

"Dude. You wear eyeliner for god's sake!"

"Oh yeah. Well anyway, I just wanted to give you a heads up. I gotta
jam. I've still got homework to do."

"Okay Noah, thanks for letting me know. Pick me up at seven?"

"Yeah. See ya."

Tyne plugged the charger to his phone and let out a big yawn. Thoughts of
playing with his dick were totally forgotten now. He had a big day today
and suddenly he felt exhausted. He needed to get some sleep. He remembered
that he had a Karate class tomorrow so he packed a clean Gi in his gym bag
and then headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Then, sliding between
the cool sheets, he almost immediately drifted into a deep sleep, thinking
of Val and their date on Saturday, dreaming of worms. Big worms.

                                                              **##**

Val plugged his phone in and fell back onto his bed. Fully stretched out,
at 6'2" and growing, his size 14's hung off the end of it. Only Lukas, the
center, was taller than him. Val was glad to be a little shorter than Lukas
because he preferred playing power forward to center anyway. He had a nice
fall away jump shot and could drive to the basket for a right or left
handed layup as well. For a tall kid, he was pretty graceful.

He hadn't been too graceful on the phone, though. He had no idea what to do
about Saturday. He knew there'd be hell to pay if he bombed out on Lizzy
and it could probably ruin any chance of getting lucky on Valentine's Day
with her. But hearing how excited Tyne was about going, and then after Tyne
played the dead dad card, there was no way to bomb on him. Val decided to
do the only thing he could do. The thing he always did in situations like
this. He shut off his light, got naked, and jacked his dick, pretending the
problem didn't exist. It was his solution to math tests, family pressures,
loudmouth coaches, and especially high maintenance girls.

Only problem was, he couldn't use Lizzy as fantasy fodder, because if he
thought of her, the problem resurfaced and his dick started shrinking. In a
bizarre twist, Val's mind drifted to Tyne. His boyishly handsome face and
sparkling blue-green eyes framed by long, perfectly-styled, blond locks
kept popping into Val's head. He knew already deep down that somehow he had
to disappoint Lizzy and follow through with Tyne, whatever the cost. Val's
stroking intensified once he settled on that conclusion and the strangest,
most unsettling thing happened next. Val erupted, spewing his heated seed
over his bare chest prompted by the unlikely fantasy of Tyne completely
naked and jacking off next to him on his bed. In his mind's eye, Val
conjured up an image of a slender, pale body, and a small red dickhead
barely peeking out of Tyne's closed fist.  Fantasies are crazy things and
sometimes so random. It was like the shot clock had run down to three
seconds and Val had to just shoot without taking time to change up the
fantasy. But damn it all, the shot dropped and he scored.

Val lay there wondering what had just happened. The confusion over it all
sort of ruined the afterglow, but the buzz of the elicit fantasy was
undeniable. As his dick shrank, Val reached down and found his boxers and
gave Bart Simpson a face full of his slimy cum. He finished wiping himself
dry and tossed them next to his bed. He'd rinse them out in the shower in
the morning so they wouldn't be all crusty for his mom to find in the
hamper. She'd asked why his boxers were damp so often and he told her that
he cleaned the skid marks out in the shower, so she wouldn't have to see or
deal with it. She bought it and actually thanked him for being so
thoughtful. Sometimes it was just too easy with clueless parental units.

Morning came and Val got up after his mom's third rap on the door. "K. I'm
up."

"Are you really up? Are you on your feet?" his mom asked.

Val slid a leg off the side and placed his long bare foot onto the boxers
and grimaced at the thought of what he was stepping in. "Yep. I got my feet
on the floor." Val waited to hear his mom retreating down the hallway
before emerging naked from the covers and standing up fully.

He stretched and blinked and gathered up his soiled boxers. He looked at
his long, fit physique in the mirror. "Damn Lizzy, you don't know what
you're missing out on." Val pulled on a pair of Nike shorts and free-balled
it to the bathroom just as Violet was coming out. Luckily, middle school
started earlier than the high school, so she finished before he needed
it. She could spend a full hour in there primping before school. She'd
discovered boys and they were starting to notice her.  Every now and then,
there was a hair emergency in the morning. Violet would leave the house
with mom red faced and frustrated and Violet would be crying over the
cruelty of having to go to school looking like a freak.

"Violet, you are not wearing that to school. Go change," Val said
sternly. "You look like a slut. Don't be that girl." The blouse she had on
was obviously borrowed from a girlfriend because Val knew his mom never
would have let her buy such a thing. She didn't have a whole lot going on
in the tit department yet, but it was enough to be interesting to
hyper-sexed, middle school boys. Val was a bit of an expert in that
department.

"I'm going to be wearing a sweatshirt over it," Violet claimed.

"No you're not. You're going to change it now. I know you just wear the
sweatshirt until you get to school then strip it off. I went to middle
school already, remember sis? Go change now or I'm ratting you out to mom."

"You're such a dork. I hate you." Violet punched him in the stomach and
stomped off.

"You love me and you know it. I'm just looking out for your rep," Val
called out as he headed into the bathroom. He took a quick shower, rinsed
out the Bart Simpson boxers and dried off. A dab of pit wax and a splash of
his new Axe Anarchy later, he was streaking down the hall to his room. He
didn't bother with a towel since Violet and his mom had already left. He
stopped in Violet's room and checked the floor. The skimpy, borrowed top
was lying there and Val smiled to himself. He was determined to protect his
little sister as much as possible from those ravenous, hormonal, middle
school coyote pups. If they got the scent of a slutty girl, they'd attack
in packs.

On the way to school, worries over his Lizzy dilemma outweighed his worries
over the unfinished homework. As soon as he hit the quad area, he knew it
was gonna be a bad day. He went straight to the outside wall of the
cafeteria and ripped down the big pink sign for the Valentine's Day
dance. It had been purposely misspelled, "Val 'n Tyne Dance." He was
pissed. Lizzy was on student council so it was someone she knew who did it
and he was determined to find out who it was and make them pay.

                                                               **##**

When Tyne woke up, the house was quiet because his mom was putting in more
and more hours every day at the hospital. Not only did he miss her, he just
hoped she didn't burn herself out. But that also gave him his freedom,
freedom that he truly enjoyed. He did miss the smell of fresh coffee and
the sound of sizzling bacon wafting up the stairs from the kitchen,
though. He rolled over and looked at the clock. It was only a quarter to
six. He idly scratched at his balls and wondered why he was awake so
early. Then thoughts of Val came screaming into his cloudy head with a
vengeance.

He still remembered parts of the vivid dream he was having of Val just
before he woke. He forced himself to review the details before they
faded. They were fishing at the lake and somehow Tyne had tripped on a rock
and fell in the water. After Val had stopped laughing at him, he became a
gentleman and reached out to help Tyne get up. As the two teens waded to
the sandy shore, hand in hand, it was Val's turn to trip and this time he
took Tyne down with him. They fell on top of each other, face to face and
crotch to crotch, half in and half out of the water. Panicking, Tyne moved
to get up but surprisingly Val was holding him tight and staring deep into
his eyes. The mood became serious. Tyne could feel the heat rising from
Val's tan skin, the damp smell drifting up from his body. He saw something
deep in Val's liquid eyes. He wasn't sure what it was but it made him relax
just a little. He could feel the hardness between Val's legs starting to
get bigger and bigger. That, in turn, made Tyne's own maleness become
engorged.

They continued to stare into each other's eyes until finally Tyne could
take no more. He slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to Val's meaty
pink lips, beautiful shiny lips. Sensing no complaints from the bigger
teen, he pushed harder and was rewarded with Val's hot, trembling tongue,
tentatively at first and then suddenly with more force, darting into his
mouth to begin a duel of the tongues. The tastes, the sensations, and the
hotness were so new and foreign to him, and yet, felt so right and good. He
wanted it to go on forever.

But he was on sensory overload and Val seemed to be too. The teens were
grinding into each other now, fast and furious. Val had reached around the
small of Tyne's back and was pulling him in, tighter and tighter, grinding
and grinding. The kisses became deeper and more passionate. As their bodies
became one, Tyne could take no more and sudden warmth blasted from his
engorged staff, filling his wet shorts with abandon.

Tyne's eyes popped wide open with the realization that he had just shot all
over his chest and chin. He hadn't even realized that he had been slowly
stroking himself while he relived his erotic dream. He had never, ever, had
an orgasm that strong and powerful before. Wow, he thought, what a dream!
He grabbed his plain white boxer briefs and wiped up the mess. Still
breathing hard, he slowly got up on his shaky legs and headed into the
bathroom to get ready for the day.  Tyne was on his front porch a couple of
minutes past seven, munching on a cold Pop-Tart and sipping on a bottle of
Sunny-D, just as Noah came blasting down the street. He could hear Noah's
shit-heap of a car long before he saw it, but it didn't matter to him
because Noah's junker was way better than the car Tyne had. His mom kept
promising to get him one but she was always too busy. He made a mental note
to start bugging her about it again. Then he worried that "too busy" really
meant "too broke" and that was why she was putting in all of those extra
hours. He suspected his dad had little or no life insurance besides
whatever small amount was paid out by the Police Union. Right after his dad
had died, he remembered some of the other officers taking up a collection
to help with the funeral costs. That was probably expensive since it was
held at the big cathedral downtown. Tyne quickly decided that maybe he
would hold off pressuring his mom about a car, after all.  "Morning, dude,"
Tyne said with a smile as he slipped into the passenger seat.

"T! Damn, girlfriend, you sure look fine this morning. Tight black jeans
and an A & F shirt? I didn't even know you owned that stuff. This is all
for Val, isn't it?" Noah asked, his mouth hanging open. He was nattily
attired all in black, save for a red bow tie.

"No. I just thought I'd start dressing a little nicer, that's all."

"Whatever." The rest of the short drive to school was quiet, both boys lost
in their own thoughts. Noah zipped into the parking lot and took a space
towards the back. They were a few minutes early and so they took their time
gathering theirs books and getting out of the car.

"Can you drop me off at my Karate class after school?" Tyne asked, throwing
his gym bag with his Gi into Noah's trunk.

"Sure. I have to work again tonight so you'll have to get your mom to pick
you up. I sure hope this Val 'n Tyne thing isn't going to mushroom into a
big deal for you. You don't want that bitch Lizzy on your bad side. If
she's anything like her evil sister at work, you're going to be in a world
of hurt," Noah said. "She sure makes life miserable for the baggers that
get assigned to her check-out lane."

"I told you I can take care of myself," Tyne said, as the boys walked
through the busy parking lot. As they got to the walkway leading to the
quad, Tyne started to become unusually self-conscious. Everybody seemed to
be looking at him, even the lower classmen. And even some of the girls were
giving him tiny little waves. What the fuck?

"Dude! What's going on?"

"I don't know. This is surreal."

"Isn't that Val over there tearing up a sign?" Noah asked.

"Yeah. And he sure looks pissed." Before they could find out what was going
on across the quad, Lizzy pulled up next to the boys, seemingly from
nowhere.

"Hi Tyne," she said sweetly. Then, changing her tune, she grumbled, "We
need to talk."