Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2012 08:58:29 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 13 of Val 'n Tyne by Hans Schreiber and Flip McHooter

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				Val 'n Tyne

				Chapter 13

				 Surprise!

Tyne's mom walked into his room and sat on the edge of his messy bed and
watched him as he slept. She was taken with how much Tyne was starting to
resemble her late husband, Spalding. They had the same beautiful blue-green
eyes and defined chin. The arc of his nose and the beautifully shaped, ruby
red lips were Spalding's as well. She sighed and blew out a big puff of
air. Looking back down, she realized that Tyne was not as broad as his
father had been, for he had more of her build, but the facial features were
startlingly similar. Scary, almost. Then she wondered about something
else. Cautiously, she untied the strings and slowly spread the drawn
waistband of the cheap, hospital pajama bottoms wider. She lifted them,
peeked inside and smiled. "Yup. Looks like Spalding's." She cautiously
pulled the waist a bit tighter and tied the strings. Tyne didn't stir. God,
she missed her husband. She didn't regret not dating after Spalding's death
in order to focus on Tyne as much as possible, but she did miss having a
man in her life. She looked back on Tyne's angelic, peaceful face and
sighed again. She was thankful he had been preserved from injury. She
wondered about him and Val. How could she not wonder? She wondered if she
should ask Tyne or just leave it be. "Leave it be," she finally mumbled and
got up to leave.

She wandered into the family room and turned the TV on for some noise. She
felt like she should be doing something but she wasn't sure exactly
what. The local news was in progress and she was about to turn away, not
really in the mood for the litany of sad stories usually portrayed
there. But before she did, the anchor's hook caught her attention. "When we
return from these messages, we have a harrowing story of a high school
basketball player and his friend who were rescued in the wee hours of the
morning by the Sheriff's Search and Rescue Squad. Stay tuned." Mrs. von
Tyne pressed her fingers to her lips. It surely had to be about Val and
Tyne.

She frantically began pressing buttons on the remote to try and figure out
how to record it with the DVR. She cussed herself for letting Tyne handle
it 90% of the time instead of really learning how to do it
herself. Finally, as the "Most Interesting Man in the World" was telling
her to stay thirsty, she managed to start the recording.

"Here is Madeline Darnelli with an exclusive report from early this morning
at the rescue scene," the anchor stated, proudly emphasizing the word
'exclusive'.

"We are here live on the scene of a dramatic rescue by the Sheriff's Search
and Rescue team at the base of East Canyon where two young high school age
boys have been plucked from a rushing mountain stream after their vehicle
rolled over into the chilly water," The woman breathlessly said into the
camera. "Here is one of the survivors. What is your name?"

"Umm, Tyne." He squinted into the bright light. Mrs. von Tyne gasped as she
watched her son standing there wrapped in a grey woolen blanket being
questioned on the TV news.

"Tell me, Tyne, what exactly happened up there tonight?" The news reporter
queried.

"Well, we went fishing up by Mother Lode Lake and we got caught in the rain
and hail. When it ended, it was dark and late and the roads were muddy, but
we tried to come home anyway so no one would worry about us. Then while we
were trying to get past the part where the road was washed out, the truck
rolled over and down the bank and into the rushing stream."

"And what happened to your friend, what's his name? Sal?"

"Val. He was knocked unconscious and I had to drag him out of the truck and
then we got washed downstream a ways until some branches stopped us and I
could get him to shore. Luckily, I'd tucked a blanket between the door and
the seats and it stayed dry. That saved us from freezing to death, I'm
sure." When she heard this, Mrs. von Tyne felt a little better about the
interview. It made Tyne appear to be the hero that he was.

The reporter with the heavy mascara and too-perfect hair for that late hour
continued, "That must have been very scary for you. I understand from the
deputies that the two of you were found completely naked, can you tell me
how that came about?"

Mrs. von Tyne's hands flew to her mouth as she gasped. So much for any
redeeming qualities of the interview. Her heart went out to Tyne as she
could plainly see how unprepared he was for such an awful, prying
question. Mrs. von Tyne watched sadly as Tyne gave what seemed like a
contrived explanation of how their clothes had gotten wet in the storm and
how he was trying to dry them with the heater vents. She knew it was the
truth as it matched the story Tyne had told her at the hospital. Mrs. von
Tyne wanted to punch the television when Madeline asked, with an
insinuating smirk, whether they had huddled together under the one blanket
to stay warm. Tyne's response sounded incriminating as he said, "That's
right. Yeah. Just to stay warm though. You know?"

"Oh, you miserable bitch. I wish I could get my hands on you," Tyne's mom
seethed. She cheered as the paramedics rescued Tyne from the evil woman's
clutches, but she yelled out loud when they held the camera on him while he
reached and stepped up to get into the ambulance, which allowed the shot to
reveal his fully naked backside, before cutting away. They didn't even have
the decency to blur out his ass.

Then the film stopped and they switched back live to the studio where the
camera panned out and revealed Madeline sitting next to the over groomed
anchor. The freakishly handsome anchor asked in his smooth baritone voice,
"Madeline, any word on the condition of the comatose boy?"

"Yes, Martin. A little while ago, I spoke to the boy's father just before
he was leaving to meet the tow trucks that will attempt to retrieve the
pickup truck from the stream before another storm comes in. We were pleased
to learn that the young man is out of his coma and recuperating in the
hospital. His young friend who we spoke with on camera last night has been
released and went home with his mother. We learned that the boy still in
the hospital is a star basketball player for Hartsdale High, a contender
for their league championship. That certainly doesn't bode well for the
team."

"Thanks for that exclusive report, Madeline. If any of the rest of you are
considering a naked frolic in the woods, you may want to reconsider because
today's weather wouldn't be agreeable to that sort of thing. Here's Adam
Raines to update us on the thunderstorm conditions we can expect later this
evening. Adam."

"Oh you son of a bitch! I'd like to smash those aesthetically capped teeth
down your throat. Naked frolic in the woods, indeed. I should sue your
asses."  She turned the TV off and stormed outside. She paced around and
then dialed a friend of her deceased husband who was the police union
steward. He agreed to arrange a meeting for her with the free legal service
available to union members.

                                                   **##**

Once Val had been peacefully resting for a while, his parents decided to go
back home so that his mother could clean up and change from the clothes she
had thrown on to go to the hospital. She also wanted to get some clothes
put in a bag for Val to wear home from the hospital so he didn't end up in
the same mess poor Tyne found himself in with no clothes to wear home. His
father wanted to start working on getting Val's truck recovered. All the
way home, his mother pondered what Mrs. von Tyne had spoken to her
about. Images and recollections of Tyne's mannerisms and his speech played
out in her mind. She was reminded of his soft hands and gentle touch. But
she saw nothing particularly effeminate in his mannerisms and she recalled
that he had arranged for the dancing with the girls at the school dance.

While her husband spoke to the towing company, Mrs. Hardcastle showered,
did her hair and dressed in some comfortable slacks and a blouse. She went
into Val's room and got a pair of Vans and a t-shirt and put them all into
a plastic shopping bag.  Next she opened his dresser and got his Spiderman
boxers, a pair of gym shorts and socks. When she lifted the socks,
something caught her eye. She pushed the socks aside and lifted two foil
packets. One of them was labeled 'Magnum' and the other one 'Lifestyles
Snugger Fit'. She was not surprised to find a condom in her teenage son's
dresser; actually, she was pleased at his responsibility. What puzzled her
were the two different sizes. As she turned to leave, she noticed the
unmade bed. She imagined Val and Tyne sharing it and couldn't help but
wonder. The thought left her unsettled.

She shook her head, replaced the condoms and went to the bathroom where she
collected Val's toothbrush and whitening toothpaste.  She picked up a jar
of Neutrogena skin cream off the counter and a deodorant stick and stared
at them for a moment.  They weren't the brands she normally bought for
Val. She realized they must belong to Tyne. She picked up the cologne
bottle that was with them and read the label. It was 'Fierce' by
Abercrombie and Fitch. There was a black and white picture of a man's
extremely well built pecs and abs on the label and it reminded her of Val's
incredibly well developed body. She wondered if it reminded Tyne of the
same thing. She pulled the cap and sprayed a bit on her wrist and lifted it
to her nose. "Mmm. That's nice." She sprayed her arms and pulled her blouse
away from her chest and sprayed the captivating odor over her sizeable
breasts. It was sweet and woodsy. She replaced the cap and set it down. The
odor was truly captivating and strong without being overpowering.

She knew her husband must be starving, so Mrs. Hardcastle went to the
kitchen and made meatloaf sandwiches and dished up two bowls of
applesauce. "Buford, come eat," she called. He came in dressed in overalls
and work boots.

"Thanks Polly, looks good. I got hold of the tow company and they have a
heavy duty unit they can send to meet me around two o'clock today at the
scene. What's that smell?"

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, ids grade," he mumbled through his mouthful of meatloaf
sandwich. "Whud ids id?"

"It's called 'Fierce' I think. I came across it in ... well, I just came
across it and thought I'd try it out."

Buford washed down his last bite of sandwich with a swig of his cold
beer. He got up and put the dishes in the sink and then came back over to
the table and draped his arm over Polly's shoulder and leaned in to kiss
her on the cheek. "Mmm, you smell mighty nice. Mighty fierce, hehe. I
appreciate the lunch. Buford slipped his hand under Polly's blouse and into
the crevice of her bra to cop a grope of his wife's soft breast. "I love
you tons, you know that?"

"I love you too," she said with a happy smile and patted the hand that was
clutching her breast.

He gave a little nibble on her neck and breathed in the intoxicating smell
of Tyne's cologne.  "I'm relieved Val is going to be okay. If anything
permanently bad happened to him or Vi, I don't know how I could handle
it. I appreciate what a wonderful wife you are and how great of a mom you
are to the kids."

"Thank you. You're a fantastic father, too. I'm one lucky woman. You know,
Buford, I'm anxious to get back to see Val, but now that I know he's okay,
and since Vi is over to her soccer friend's house, if you wanted to take a
minute, we could go in the bedroom and show each other how much in love we
really are. Feel like a quickie?"

With a little squeeze, Buford said, "I'll race ya. On your mark, get set,
go!" He pulled his hand free and sprinted off to their bedroom, peeled
himself out of the boots and overalls, jerked his boxers off and the sheets
down, pulled the Vaseline jar out and leaped onto the bed and lay spread
eagle sprouting an anxious erection, wearing nothing but a pair of white
crew socks and a big smile.

Polly cleaned up the kitchen quickly and slinked into the bedroom
smiling. She quickly disrobed and struck a seductive pose. "Ready, hot
stuff? Little Boofy looks ready."

Buford wiggled Little Boofy at her a couple of times and said, "He's
definitely ready, so jump in here toots and let's make some hay. Polly
jiggled her tits, giggled and then climbed on the bed and slipped in
between her hubby's legs. Then she began rubbing his dick between her ample
breasts. He began slowly humping against them, then reached down and pulled
her up to his lips. They began kissing more intensely than they had for a
long time. Buford wrapped his arms around his wife's back and clutched her
against his body, tenderly caressing her. Polly lost herself in the moment
as they kissed passionately and wriggled against each other's bodies in the
sensual dance of blissful lovemaking. Polly's juices were flowing more
copiously than they had for a long time, dripping onto Buford's hard dick
and sweaty balls. Polly reached down and lifted her hips enough to slip
Little Boofy between the slippery valley of her flared vulva. She wiggled
herself into the sweet spot and used the hot staff to manipulate herself
into a sexual frenzy.

"Roll over baby. Boofy wants in." Buford started to roll Polly to her side
but she stopped him in a semi-panic.

"No, stop! My hair! I don't want to have to do it all over again before I
go to the hospital. Let me be on top so I don't mess up my hair."

"Really? We never do it like that. I didn't think you liked it."

"I don't know. I just feel frisky, that's all." She pushed him back over
onto his back and popped the lid off the Vaseline jar. Polly scooped a
dollop of the slippery gel onto two fingers and began spreading it over
Buford's bulging pole. This was another break in the usual routine since he
was always the one to grease himself up prior to entry. Although it felt a
little odd and foreign, Buford had to admit to himself that he liked the
idea of Polly taking more control over the act. It was kind of fun to just
lay there for a change and be treated to a good time without any real
effort on his part.

Polly straddled her man and raised herself up and reached between her legs
to guide Little Boofy home. She found her entrance and held him in place as
she slowly lowered herself down onto his greased up shaft. She sunk all the
way down until she was resting on his pelvis and Little Boofy was deeply
penetrating her tunnel of love. She rested there for a minute, relishing
the feeling of being connected so deeply to the man she loved. She lowered
her torso down, pressing her breasts to his broad chest, lying cheek to
cheek. The two of them breathed in the wonderful aroma of Tyne's amazing
cologne and Buford mumbled, "Summofabitch, that feels good, Polly."

"I'm glad. I like it too. I love feeling you inside me, you big stud." She
rose back up and supported herself on his broad shoulders, forged firm and
strong from many years of good, honest, physical labor as a plumber to
support his family. She began a slow, rhythmic, rocking motion up and down,
dragging Boofy's engorged head back and forth over her G-spot. Buford began
moaning and fondling his wife's breasts, occasionally lifting himself off
the bed to lick or kiss a nipple. Each time he began to approach his orgasm
and start to uncontrollably hump upward into her, Polly would slow the
action and let him subside.

Out in the hall, Violet had come home with her friend, Shawna, to look for
her forgotten soccer gear when they screeched to a halt in front of her
parents' bedroom door on her way to her room. She wasn't that good of
friends with Shawna, because she thought she was so slutty, but her mother
was the designated soccer mom and she had driven the girls over and was
waiting out in the driveway. "Did you hear that?" Vi asked Shawna quietly.

"Yeah. Sounds like someone's getting plowed," she whispered back with a
scoff. "That can't be your parents, can it?"

"Shut up. All you think about is sex. Besides, it can't be my parents. They
went to the hospital to be with Val."

"Just because you wouldn't come to my party and do it with Danny doesn't
mean other people aren't thinking about it. You should be a nun. Sex is
cool. Try it sometime. You might like it."

"Shut up."

"Well, it sure sounds like your parents. Let's peek inside and watch
whoever it is. I've seen my mom and her boyfriends do it lots of
times. It's great!"

"No way. You're lying," Vi said. Then after a minute she added, "You are,
aren't you?"

"No, I'm not lying. My mom and me share a connected bathroom and sometimes,
late at night when I hear them bangin', I sneak in the bathroom and watch
through a crack in the door. I like watching Ramon plow my mom the
best. He's really hot and has a really big one. Sometimes I go back to bed
and pretend he's plowing me with that hard, hairy cock and finger myself
until my pussy gets all wet and tingly."

"Eww. Really?"

"Yeah, really. It feels soooo good and sexy. C'mon. Just open the door a
crack, real slow like, and we can peek in. If they're anything like my mom
and Ramon, they will be so into it they won't even notice. Besides, if they
catch us, we can always say we thought someone was sick or injured and got
worried," Shawna said with a twisted smile.

"Okay, but don't make any noise." Vi twisted the doorknob very slowly and
then pushed the door open just a fraction. Nobody inside seemed to hear it
or notice, so she cracked it open just a little bit wider. Shawna got down
on her hands and knees between Vi's legs and peeked through the gap. Vi
leaned forward and poked her right eye tight against the door jamb. She
couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Back in the master bedroom, Polly took one of Buford's hands from her
breast and moved it to her clitoris, then coached him along until he found
the correct speed and pressure. In no time after that, she peaked, crying
out in sheer ecstasy as she gave herself over to the automatic reflexive
actions of a powerful orgasm. Her vagina contracted tightly, clutching
Buford's erection, driving him wild. Watching his wife throw her head back
and cry out in sheer pleasure and feeling her body react like this, gave
him a thrill like he had not experienced in their lovemaking for some
time. He took her by the hips and began wildly thrusting himself deeply
into her. She threw herself into the action by bouncing up and down in a
frantically erotic dance until Buford yelled out her name, arched his back
and shoved himself deep, deep into his bride to explode his payload into
her. Two thrusts later, accompanied by equally ecstatic eruptions, he
collapsed back on the bed in a gelatinous mass of quivering flesh, totally
spent and sweating. Polly lowered herself onto him, equally spent, and
rested there, savoring the delightful experience.

Out of breath, Vi looked down and saw that Shawna had one hand slipped into
her soccer shorts and was frantically moving it around on her taco. That
kind of grossed her out in a way, but then she copied her and rubbed her
own pink taco and realized she was all hot and wet, and she felt kind of
tingly all over. She was sweaty, too. She flicked Shawna on the head and
motioned for her to get back, since there wasn't much more to see. She
slipped the door closed quietly and leaned against the wall wide-eyed and
amazed. Her heart was pounding and her head was spinning. "Wow," she
muttered. "I didn't know they still did stuff like that."

"No shit," Shawna whispered. "For old people they really got it going
on. Did you see the size of your dad's dick? It's like a baseball bat!
Kyle's was like a toothpick sticking in me."

"You think that's big, you should see my brother's. I walked in his room
one time when I thought he was awake and doing his homework, but he was
asleep on his bed and the covers had fallen off. It was humongous, and all
hairy. It was sticking straight out of the pee-hole in his boxers. He must
have been dreaming about his girlfriend," Vi said.

"Oh, I'd like to see that. Boys our age all have little ones, except for
Danny. You missed out. Your loss was my gain. I'm still a little sore from
it."

"Shut up. You did not do it with him," Vi said, trying not to yell.

"No, I'm just giving you shit for not coming to my party. I only ever did
it with Kyle. C'mon, let's go. My mom is probably wondering where the hell
we are."

Collecting herself, and feeling very brave all of a sudden, Vi reached up
and knocked, "Mom? Are you in there?"

"What are you doing?" Shawna whined.

"Shut up."

Polly gasped, jumped off Buford's warm body and frantically searched for
something to put on. "Just a minute, sweetheart." Polly quickly wiped
between her legs with a corner of the sheet and grabbed a robe from the
closet, while Buford pulled the covers over his nakedness. Then she opened
the door. "Violet, what are you doing home? Oh, hello, Shawna."

"I forgot my soccer cleats and I came home to get them, but I can't find
them. Shawna and her mom brought me. Her mom is waiting out in the car."

"Hi, Mrs. Hardcastle," Shawna sang out.

"Hi, dear, how are you," she said dryly.

Violet looked past her mother who was trying to fill the doorway and asked
"What are you guys doing home? I thought you were at the hospital with Val?
Is he okay?"

"Oh, well, yes, he's out of his coma and doing much better. I'm going back
to the hospital in a bit and your father is going to try and get Val's
truck out of the streambed."

"Oh. Good. I'm glad he's okay. I was so scared for him. What are you guys
doing in here, anyway?" Violet pried, wondering what her mom would come up
with.

"Oh, umm, well we were ..."

"We were trying to get some sleep until you girls knocked on our door,"
Mr. Hardcastle said, rolling over in the bed to his side but keeping the
covers up around his neck. "We didn't get any sleep last night and we're
worn out."

"Oh, okay. You both really do look pretty worn out. I'm sorry I woke
you. So do you know where my cleats are at? Shawna's mom is still waiting."

"I saw them out in the garage on top of the dryer. Did you look there?"

"Oh yeah. That's right. Thanks. See ya. You can go back to bed or
whatever. I'll text you after my game and let you know if I scored." Violet
winked, smiled, wheeled and trotted off to get her cleats, Shawna followed,
hot on her heels.

"Bye Mrs. Hardcastle. Bye Mr. Hardcastle!"

"Good-bye, girls," Buford said.

Mrs. Hardcastle closed the door, leaned against it and asked, "You don't
think they heard us, do you?"

"Lordy, we were so loud, I think they mighta heard us in the next
county. But nah, I don't think they heard us. Vi didn't act like it at
least. We were just laying on each other, panting like a couple of rabbits
chasing hound dogs when she knocked."

"Isn't that backwards?"

"What?"

"Rabbits chasing hound dogs. Isn't it the other way around?"

"Usually, I guess. But I had some mean damn rabbits growing up. Damn dogs
hated them."

"That's funny. I can hardly picture it. That's as wrong as us getting
caught by those young girls. Even if they didn't hear us, they could
certainly put two and two together seeing us like this."

"Ah hell, they didn't know anything was going on. They're too naive to
think anything."

"I certainly hope not.  It's one thing if Violet heard us, but it would be
horribly embarrassing if her friend, Shawna, had heard us. It could be
really troubling to her psychologically if she hasn't been properly
prepared for such a thing by her mother. I think her mother is a little bit
of a slut and I doubt she has bothered to give her daughter any kind of
proper training on the subject. I've read about that in one of Dr. Ruth's
books."

"Well, even if they did hear us, you already had that big sex talking thing
with Vi and explained it all, didn't you? So at least she was prepared for
what she might have heard and you can bet your last dollar the two of them
will be talking about nothing else if they did hear us, so Vi can fill her
friend in on all that womanly instruction you gave her. I wouldn't worry
about it."

"Still, it's unsettling. Maybe I should try and talk to her again, just in
case."

" Just forget it. They're too young and they didn't hear a thing. Do what
you want, but for now, why don't you lose that robe and settle back in next
to me, toots. That was one wild ride you just took me on. Hoo-wee! We're
gonna have to mix it up like that a little more often. I might have to
insulate the bedroom walls so we don't pervert our kids and the neighbor
kids too. And wherever you got that new perfume, go get more of it. That
drives me absolutely wild."

Polly smiled, slipped the robe off and crawled under the covers where the
two of them snuggled and dozed for another half hour, kissing and
caressing. Giving Buford one last kiss and a little playful squeeze of his
nuts, she realized he was completely erect again.

"Did you take Viagra or something?" she chuckled as she gripped his
erection and gave it a couple of gentle strokes.

"Hell no, I don't need that crap to get the job done. Not yet at
least. It's that perfume you're wearing, I swear it's got powers over
me. Any chance of a quick encore?"

"My goodness, Buford, you haven't been this frisky since our honeymoon. How
about I just handle this second show on my own? She pulled the covers away,
gripped his dick in one hand and fondled his balls with her other one. She
stroked him until he bucked his hips and shot a second load onto his abs
and pubes. Then she slipped out and went to the bathroom to freshen up. She
tossed him a washcloth, through the open door, dampened with hot water to
clean himself up with.

"Polly, speaking of putting two and two together, you don't think there was
any funny business going on between that Tyne boy and our Val, do you?"

"Goodness no. Val's a big strong athlete and dates girls. You're being
silly. But, just out of curiosity, what would you do if there were
something going on between them."

"God only knows. At one time, I might have said I'd kick his ass to the
curb, but I've watched a friend at work deal with it with his son and
... ah hell, no need to even think about it. He's not one and that's
that. Crazy thought, that's all it was." Polly looked at him and wondered
whether to pursue it any further. She wondered herself if anything had gone
on but decided it was best to just leave it alone.

Polly dressed, covered Buford with a blanket and gathered up everything she
needed for the hospital, leaving Buford dozing in bed, naked.  She drove to
the hospital with a pad between her legs, smiling from ear to ear like a
prom queen after the dance.

                                                 **##**

Noah glanced at his phone when it vibrated then did a little happy dance
when he saw it was Tyne returning his 20 messages. "Hey Mofo, where you
been hiding?"

"Hey Noah." Tyne's voice drawled since he was still tired. Glancing at the
clock on his desk, he was surprised he'd slept until almost 1:00 in the
afternoon.

"You okay, girlfriend? I was worried about you."

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little sore."

"Thank god, T! I was super-duper nervous about you after I got your mom's
text early this morning. She sent me a text that you came home but Val had
to stay in the hospital." Then, after a long minute, he said, "Saw your
naked ass on TV this afternoon. It was cute."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You were on the channel six news. We were watching it while we were having
lunch and my mom pointed you out to me just as I heard your voice come
on. I about wet myself when you climbed in the ambulance and your blanket
dropped showing off your plump little ass."

"Oh my god, they didn't. That's ...Just ... Freakin' ... Great. I'm sure it
looked bigger on the wide screen. At least that's what they say anyway. I
imagine I looked like I had child-bearing hips."

"No way, Cowboy. Listen, sweetheart, you know your ass is cute. You got
that bubble butt going on that all the girls adore! Boys, too. Anyway, it
was kinda funny, really. So picture this: during lunch, we were eating
turkey and avocado Panini's and watching the channel six news per usual,
when my mom said, 'Isn't that Tyne? Why is he nude?' I looked up just in
time to see your white bread ass cheeks splayed across the screen as you
climbed up into the ambulance. Why did you do that?" Noah asked.

"Not by choice," answered Tyne.

"So why were you naked?"

"It's a long story."

"I'm sure it is. Feel free to start at the very beginning. But first, is
Val all right?"

"Yeah, I think so. He got banged up pretty good and he has a concussion."

"Holy shit! I told you to get him drunk and ravage his body, not club him
over the head. What did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything to him, mother fucker. We had a great time fishing
and ... stuff ... and then we got caught in a big storm. We got all wet and
we were freezing from the rain and hail. That's why we were naked. We had
to take off our wet clothes and get under the dry blanket to keep warm and
not get hyperthermia. Val actually saved our lives with his knowledge of
outdoor survival. Then, when we left, the road was washed out and Val
rolled the truck and we landed upside down in the river and he hit his head
in the process. It's as simple as that."

"Hypothermia."

"Huh?"

"It's pronounced 'hypo-ther-mia'."

"Whatever."

"You should know that, brainiac. So what happened to his killer truck?"

"Totaled," Tyne said, after a pause. "And his 4-wheeler, too."

"Ah, shit. I bet he was totally pissed when he saw it. You sure you're
okay? You don't sound all that together."

"I just woke up. I'm hammered. I got no sleep at all last night from
getting caught in the hailstorm and nearly freezing to death with
'hypo-ther-mia', waiting while Val hiked back up to the hot spring to get
our clothes, crashing into the stream, dragging Val to shore, getting the
ride off the mountain with Search and Rescue and then all the hospital
experience."

"Whoa. Hold on sister. You wanna rewind and expand on that hot spring and
clothing thing? Is that the 'stuff' part you mentioned earlier?"

"I didn't say that," Tyne denied.

"Yes you did. You said you two had fun fishing and 'stuff'. Define 'stuff'
for me. What exactly was it that you stuffed and where did you stuff it?
Who stuffed who? Were you the stuffee or the stuffor? Or did both you guys
do the stuffing? Come on, Tyne, this is Noah Secrets you're talking to
here. Spill it."

"Dude, I can't talk about that. It's ... personal and private. And shut up
about all the stuffing crap, you make us sound like a couple of
Thanksgiving turkeys."

"Oh no! No way, sister. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but
I'm going to drag it out of you so you might just as well get it over with
and save yourself from my incessant, annoying, and never ending nagging."

"God, you're impossible," Tyne said with a note of exasperation. "I don't
expect details about you and Nick and I don't intend to disclose details
about me and Val."

"Tyne! You can't do this to me. If you don't tell me, I'll be forced to
make something up and start a rumor all over school about it."

"You wouldn't." Tyne was sure Noah was bluffing, but the way bad things
were happening lately, he was worried he just might.

"No, I wouldn't go that far. You know that. I would never tell anyone, not
even Nick. Well, especially not Nick. But you have to tell me. We're like
brothers, only without all the fighting and jealousy parts. Please. You'll
hurt my feelings if you don't tell me. I'll think you don't love me
anymore." Noah poured on the guilt-trip syrup nice and thick.

"God. All right. I'll tell you about it, but not over the phone. It's
something I have to share in person, eye to eye."

"Yes! Oh my god, I'm all prickly just thinking about it."

"Yeah, I'm sure you are." Tyne's tone was very lackluster.

"What's wrong Tyne? Are you sure you're all right? I mean, seriously, tired
is one thing, but you sound downright depressed."

"I'm worried about Val. And I sort of think all of this was my fault."

"Why?"

"Because I made him drive down the slippery dirt road when we should have
just waited it out. I was worried that my mom would freak if we didn't get
home on time - you know how she is. Little did I know ..."

"Dude, you can't second guess stuff like that. You know that psychic lady
that lives across the street from me? She says that things always happen
for a reason, and I believe her. Anyway, you're okay, and I'm sure Val will
be okay, too. They said on the news story that he was out of his coma and
recuperating and that you'd been checked out and released. Hang on a sec."
Tyne held the phone out in the palm of his hand and stared into space while
Noah read a text from Nick. After a few seconds, Noah came back on and
asked, "You still there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. What was more important than your best friend almost
dying? Madam Leibovitz?"

"Sister, get off the soap box, already! You're alive and well and Val's
gonna be too. Not to mention you had sex by a mountain lake with Val
Hardcastle. Val Hardcastle, you moron! You should be going to Disneyland to
celebrate not whimpering over a little thing like rolling Val's truck. You
should be happy that part wasn't any worse. You are gonna be all right,
aren't you?"

After a deep sigh, Tyne said, "I guess. Who was that?"

"My god, you're so curious about everything. You need to be more like me
and mind your own business. If you must know, it was Nick."

"I need to be more like YOU and mind MY own business? Are you fucking
kidding me? Please!" Tyne laughed. "You're a freaking 'hypo-thermic
hypo-crite' if ever there was one. You notice that I never pried into what
went on with you and Nick when he took you home after the dance."

"You won't believe what's happened with me and Nick. He spent the night at
my house and we got all sexy together. IT WAS MAHVELOUS!!!" Noah sang out
the last sentence in a screaming falsetto. "Then we spent practically the
whole day together yesterday. We went to an art gallery and ate at Subway
and we even saw that red headed kid from the basketball team working at
Subway. The one that's in one of your classes. His name rhymes with Drano
or something like that. How weird is that? I think Nick was a little
embarrassed by being seen with me but I snapped that shit and he totally
apologized for it. We also saw Lizzie's mom and we kicked her tired old ass
to the curb. Not literally, but she won't be bugging any of us any time
soon. Anyway, He's gonna pick me up in an hour and take me to the hospital
so we can check on Val. He's really worried about Val, too. Be ready 'cause
we're gonna pick you up and take you with us."

"Nah, that's okay. I'll get my mom to take me later on this afternoon."

"Horseshit! We'll be there at two-thirty and you better be ready sister."

"No. It's cool. I can just go later."

"No fucking way. If you were in the hospital, don't you think Val would be
there for you? You know I'd be there for you in an instant! Get over
yourself, already and man up. We'll see you soon." Noah didn't give Tyne a
chance to answer and instead hung up on him. Tyne shook his head over Noah
and then peeled off the cheap PJ's and headed to the shower. Walking down
the hall, he met his mom and quickly covered his privates with his
hands. God, he thought, he sometimes liked it better when she was at work
and he had his privacy.

"Sorry," she apologized. "I heard you talking and then it got quiet so I
thought you were finished. After your shower, I want you to see something I
recorded on the TV.

"The news story?"

"Yes. How'd you know?" she asked.

"Noah saw it and told me about it. Going back to school's gonna be murder
if anyone else saw it. But, yeah, I'd like to see it so when I get out of
the shower, I'll come watch. Also, Noah and Nick are picking me up in a
little while to go back to the hospital and see Val. That okay with you?"

"That's fine." Mrs. von Tyne smiled lovingly and retreated.

Tyne made his way into the bathroom and studied himself in the mirror. A
few cuts and bruises was all he had gotten. He felt lucky. He showered
quickly and his dick and balls made no demands on him so that sped things
up as well. He toweled off and went back to dress. He had a hard time
deciding what to wear. He wanted to look nice, but not overdone for
Val. Finally, he decided on a pair of fairly skinny jeans and a dark blue
Hollister shirt that complemented his hair and complexion.

He went out to the kitchen and called for his mom. She came in from her
bedroom and they went to the TV. Tyne watched in horror as the interview
developed. He noticed in the background you could see the paramedics
working on Val. At one point, the paramedics uncovered Val's torso and they
did a blurry screen thing around his midsection. If they hadn't done
anything it was doubtful that you could see Val's privates, but since they
did that it made it obvious that he was naked. Tyne groaned.  He wondered
why they blurred out Val's junk but not his ass. When it finally ended and
the news anchor made the frolicking crack, Tyne cursed, "Fucking assholes."

"Tyne!" his mom scolded.

"Well. They are."

"I agree, but still."

Tyne shook his head at the TV and got up for a drink of water. His mouth
was suddenly very dry. His mother stood up and spread her arms. Tyne folded
himself into her and she hugged him tightly. She didn't speak but Tyne felt
the moist tears trickle down his neck. "I love you too, Mom," Tyne said,
breaking the embrace and going for his drink. He had barely finished his
drink when he heard the rhythmic rumble of Nick's Mustang idling in the
driveway.

"Bye mom."

"Bye sweetie. Don't stay too long," she said, as Tyne shuffled out the
door.

"Thanks for the ride guys, but you didn't really have to pick me up. I was
going to go later on," Tyne said, as he climbed in Nick's Mustang.

"Don't be a martyr, princess. You're not all that," Noah hissed at his best
friend. "Why are you still such a Debbie Downer? I thought we got that all
straightened out."

"I think Val is mad at me. I really fucked him up. He didn't want to leave
but I pushed him into it. I don't think he'll ever want to hang around with
me again."

"You know, Tyne, I've been best buds with Val for a long time," Nick said,
starting up the car and backing the car down the driveway. "And I can tell
you for certain that he doesn't blame you for any of this shit. It just
happened, that's all. And I also know that he'd be furious to hear you
talking shit like this. Val was driving, he crashed, end of story."

"I guess."

"Look," said Noah, "wipe that frown off your face right now. Val doesn't
need to see you like this. We all have to go in there, smile and be happy,
and cheer him up. Think about him for a change and not about yourself."

"Okay, I'll try. Thanks guys. I really appreciate this. It's just so hard
because I feel responsible for what happened."

"Look, Tyne. I don't know you that well, but I can tell you that Val
wouldn't do anything because of you or anybody else if he thought something
wasn't safe. That's just the way he is. If he agreed to go, he did it
because he thought it would be okay. He doesn't get pushed to do anything
he thinks is wrong. Fuck, I should know, I basically offered to suck his
dick for him and he actually threatened to kick my ass over it. So none of
this is your fault," Nick said, blushing slightly. Tyne and Noah stared in
astonishment at Nick's little revelation. "What? So I tried, big deal. Can
you blame me?" They looked at each other, shook their heads no, and then
they all started laughing.

"Hey Nicolito, tell Tyne what you said to me after I called you about the
news story I saw. The thing you said after I told you that they found them
both naked. After I said Tyne had been cuddled up under a blanket against
Val's naked, unconscious body."

"Hehe. I said, 'Damn, some guys have all the luck'." Nick and Noah cracked
up over that, but Tyne only found it mildly funny.

                                                        **##**

Val looked through his drug induced haze toward the sound of approaching
footsteps. He smiled when he peeked through heavily-lidded eyes and thought
it was Tyne pulling the drapes closed around his bed. Tyne lifted the sheet
off Val's large feet and gave him a nice foot rub. It felt nice and ended
much too soon. The tender sensual touch caused Val to bone up. Tyne covered
his feet back up and moved to his side. Val couldn't hold his eyes open any
longer so he just let them fall back closed and let Tyne have his way. Tyne
is a true friend - a friend with benefits, thought Val to himself as Tyne
started caressing his outstretched arm. Sleep called to him, but Val didn't
want to miss the experience and struggled to stay conscious.

"Kiss me, Tyne" Val entreated in a low, whisper. Tyne abruptly stopped his
caresses. Instead of kissing, Tyne ignored his plea and moved right on to
the main event. He knew what Val needed. It was the same thing every boy
needed. Val immediately progressed from being mostly hard to being fully
rigid when the sheet and gown were removed, exposing his considerable
manhood. Tyne paused, then gently took the large penis in hand and lifted
it. Gently, he traced his finger around the tip, and yet something didn't
feel just right. Tyne wiggled something inside of him. Whatever it was,
took Val over the edge too quickly, much too quickly. "Ohhh," Val groaned
at the onset of the orgasm. His voice revealed the mixed emotions of
pleasure and disappointment at the suddenness of it. He wanted it to last
longer. He wanted to be caressed more and teased. There was no stopping
what had started however, and Val bucked his hips and gasped in short,
shallow breaths as the involuntary reactions played out. The familiar
mental buzz was there along with the spinal tingles, but there was no
satisfying squirt. Instead there was resistance. It dampened the experience
for him. There was, however, another sensation deeply seated up inside him
between his balls and his ass. As that part of him reflexively contracted,
there was a new, heightened feeling. A feeling of being intruded. It was
intriguing and confusing to his dazed mind.

"Oh dear, that's not good," a voice exclaimed.

"No," Val thought, "it wasn't that good." It was definitely not as good as
he wanted it to be. Val realized that something else wasn't right. That
wasn't Tyne's voice. Val forced his eyes open to see a fairly plain
looking, lumpy young woman with short blond hair styled much like Tyne's,
holding his penis on one hand and wiping up the small amount of his cum
that had escaped the blockage with her other hand. There was, however, a
fair amount of cum running down his shaft and pooling on his balls.

She smiled at him when she noticed his open eyes, and Val, in addled
disbelief, mumbled, "Sylvia?"

"No, afraid not. I'm Danielle, your nurse. I'm afraid my inspection of your
catheter triggered a reaction from you. I'm sorry for that. I should have
waited and checked it later, but it looked a bit inflamed at the tip.  And
now that I see it, it actually is. Now with this 'substance' in there, we
will have to change it out or you'll really have problems with it. I really
don't see why you need it anymore anyway. You're aware enough to use a bed
urinal from now on. I'll check with the floor doctor and see if we can't
just remove it and leave it out. That sound okay with you?"

Slowly the situation dawned on Val. He'd mistaken the nurse for Tyne and to
his sudden horror, realized what he'd just done in her presence. "Oh my
god, I'm so sorry." Val felt the blood rush to his face and it worsened his
headache. "I can't believe that just happened."

"Don't worry. It's a natural thing for teenage boys. I've witnessed this
before. I'm sorry I somewhat initiated it. I didn't think I handled it
enough to trigger that. You must have already been thinking about
Sylvia. Is she your girlfriend?"

"NO! I wasn't thinking about Sylvia, I was ... umm, I don't know. Sylvia's
just this girl I know. She's not my girlfriend. I like her and all but we
just met. But I wasn't thinking about her doing ... you know. Oh my god,
I'm so embarrassed. I'm just going to stop talking now." He pulled the
pillow over his head.

"Don't be embarrassed. Seriously. It's natural. It happens." Then she
leaned in close and whispered, "It was kind of nice to witness. You have a
beautiful body, young man. It's exceptional, really. Sylvia's a very lucky
girl." She pulled the gown down and the sheet back up, extracted her rubber
gloves and tossed them before leaving to find the doctor.

She returned relatively quickly with a tub and some sponges. "Good news,"
she chirped. "You can get rid of this nuisance." She pulled the drapes
closed, exposed Val's member again and put more gloves on. She snipped one
of the tubes and then took Val's penis in one hand while gripping the Foley
tube with the other and gave a long steady yank on it. While it wasn't
painful exactly, it was a bit uncomfortable as the tubing and deflated
balloon at the end was extracted from his bladder and slid upward and out
of his urinary tract and through the end of his long dick. She placed the
extracted tubing into the bucket and then sponged around Val's penis. Then
she applied a little ointment with a Q-tip into the end of his pee slit and
around the tip. She smiled, covered him back up and went about disposing of
the paraphernalia. The whole time she was doing this, Val said nothing,
being mortified from the experience and freaked out by watching the tube
being pulled out of his guts through his piss-slit. He swore to himself
that he'd never have this happen to him again.

She handed Val a plastic urine collector that he hung on his bedrail and
asked if there was anything he wanted or that she could do for him. He
asked her to turn the TV on and she showed him how to do it with the remote
by his left arm. Channel six came on. He thanked her and she left. Val
blinked a few times to clear the stickiness out of his eyes and watched as
an overly made up news woman started interviewing some kid in a
blanket. "Holy F'n Shit!!" Val cried out. "That's Tyne." He watched and
listened in stunned silence as Tyne explained about getting caught in the
hailstorm. He gasped in horror as the snotty woman brought up about them
being found naked. Then he saw the blurred out section of his privates and
Tyne's naked ass as he climbed into the ambulance. The final straw was the
news anchor with the fancy hairdo insinuating that they were up there
messing around together or frolicking as he called it. "Son of a bitch!"

Val jumped as the automatic blood pressure cuff started filling up. It
startled him. When the pressure of it released and the results were
measured, it triggered an alarm. Nurse Danielle came in and asked, "Is
everything all right, Val?"

"Hell no, everything's not all right. They just showed a news story about
me and my friend, Tyne. Sons of bitches showed us naked and insinuated we
were up there doing gay shit. I need to get out of here and go kick their
asses."

"Well, that's not possible. I understand that would upset you, but it's not
good for you to get your blood pressure up. Try and relax."

"How? I can't believe it. Everyone at school is gonna think we were up
there being gay. Son of a bitch. I'm gonna have to move and change my
name. Dammit."

"Well, that is unfortunate. They shouldn't be allowed to do something like
that. But for your own good, try to put it out of your head. Find some
sports or a funny movie to watch."

The nurse flipped channels and then stopped. "How about this? It looks like
a sitcom." She got almost to the door when she realized it was Will and
Grace. She scurried back and changed it again to ESPN. She smiled awkwardly
and rushed out.

                                                          **##**

Val watched the analysis of the last Superbowl with minimal interest for a
few minutes, but he found that the light began hurting his eyes. He clicked
the TV off, pulled the sheet and thin blanket up over his head to block as
much light as possible and stewed over the news program. His large feet
stuck out at the bottom of the covers, but he didn't care. He could only
imagine what the haters were going to do when he got back to school. He
thought about whether he could drag out the head injury thing long enough
for the whole thing to kind of die out. He wondered if Sylvia would even go
out with him now. He groaned. His headache was back.

As he lay there reflecting on the implications of the stupid news report,
he had to admit that part of him was okay with it. Part of him liked the
idea of being linked with Tyne. He imagined making his own announcement
that he loved Tyne and he didn't care who knew it. That thought both
excited and frightened him at the same time. His dick reacted to it and
twitched as he reflected back on the unbelievably hot experience in the
mountain spring when Tyne actually helped suck on his cock.

Changing positions in the uncomfortable bed, he buzzed for the nurse and
asked for some more pain meds since his headache was back. Nurse Danielle
popped in the room a few minutes later, saying she had checked his chart
and decided it was close enough to the scheduled time to inject some more
Dilaudid into his IV tube.

While she was there, she did a quick review of his vitals, checked his
extremities for any latent effects of his exposure and took a peek under
the covers. "Just can't keep your hands off my junk, can you?" Val joked
with a wink, as the strong medication took hold. "I have that affect on
women, but I'm afraid you already wiped me out for today. No more
performances." Val's joking was his way of dealing with the lingering
embarrassment of the earlier episode.

"Yeah, it's just too irresistible," she quipped back. "It's looking better
already, by the way. Is it tender or does it burn when you urinate?"

"I don't know. I haven't had to yet."

"Okay. Well it may sting a little at first, but if it burns intensely, let
me know. Anything else?"

"The lights hurt my eyes."

"Okay, I'll dim them." She turned them nearly off as she stepped out and
closed the door. Val dozed back off.

After a while, he felt a caressing touch on his large feet. He had no idea
if he'd slept an hour or a week but the drugs had definitely improved his
headache, and gave him a warm buzz. The hands caressing his feet were
petite and soft, and their warmth felt good on his chilly, exposed feet and
toes. He wondered how long he'd been out. He tried to think of something
clever or witty to say to the nurse, but couldn't come up with anything. He
decided to just pretend to stay asleep and see if she tried to touch his
privates again. He felt pretty sure she probably would. After the brief
foot rubdown, she moved to the side of his bed. She brushed his hair off
his forehead and kissed it gently. When that happened, Val realized it
wasn't his nurse at all. He recognized Tyne's distinctive cologne and
smiled beneath the blankets shielding his eyes. He hoped Tyne had come
alone. Val felt the gentle caress of his special visitor's soft hands over
his arm and then tenderly swipe across his cheek, then come to rest on his
forearm just above the insertion point of the IV.

Val could still smell the sweet, woodsy odor of Tyne's cologne and combined
with his soft caresses, it caused him to get stiff again, somewhat to his
surprise. It hadn't been all that long since he'd busted a nut in front of
the nurse. Val listened carefully and there were no other sounds. Tyne just
left his hand gently resting on Val's arm for the longest time and it
became a little frustrating to Val. It seemed so typical of Tyne that he
would be too hesitant to go any further. Val reached down with his free arm
and slowly slid his gown up to his chest, then said, "Dude, I've lost the
tube up my dick so finish what you started." He tossed the covers downward
off of his head and torso, exposing his magnum-sized, erect penis. His
broad smile quickly retreated as his eyes adjusted and met those of his
bewildered and shocked mother. "Oh god, Mom! What are...?" He scrambled to
gather up the covers and pull them up. "Oh god, I thought you were..."

His mother recovered enough from the shocking site of her son's well
endowed and obviously stimulated sex organ to fill in the blank, "Tyne?"

"Yano. NO! Oh god no. I, umm, I thought you were uhh, uhh..." Val's injured
brain couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation and he just
continued to stammer.

Mrs. Hardcastle placed a finger to Val's lips to silence him and said,
"It's okay Val. Calm down. I know about Tyne and I suspect you and him
have, well, shall we say, experimented together. I'm not angry or
upset. Surprised and a little unsettled, I won't deny, but not upset."

Val looked at her, still filled with trepidation and turmoil, but her eyes
were full of love, compassion and understanding. The lack of animosity,
disgust or even serious concern disarmed his nervousness and he started to
relax. "Mom, I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't know it was you. Your perfume
smells so much like Tyne's cologne that I assumed..."

"I know. So Val, tell me honestly, do you think you're gay?"

"No. Maybe. It's confusing. I have strong feelings for Tyne, I do. But, I'm
still interested in Sylvia and girls in general. Maybe I'm a
bisexual. Other guys have never really gotten me hot and bothered
before. Like when N... this other guy came on to me, I was more disgusted
by it than anything else. I don't know what it is about Tyne, though. He's
special."

"Tyne's mother informed me that Tyne is gay and she was suspicious that
perhaps he had influenced you into doing whatever it is two guys do with
each other. I still haven't exactly figured that all out and I'm not sure I
really want to. I'm definitely sure your father, being as opinionated as he
is, wouldn't get it at all." Then, switching gears, she asked, "Did you two
sodomize each other?"

"I'm not sure what that means."

"Did you stick your penises into each other's poop holes?"

"Eww. Mom! Geez. NO! We didn't do anything like that. You can be so gross
sometimes. I wouldn't even think about doing that."

Val's mom stared intently at him for a minute and then said, "Well, then
why do you have two different size condoms in your dresser drawer? I just
got a glimpse of why you have the Magnum size, but why would you have the
snuggy fit one if it wasn't meant for Tyne's sleepover?"

Val stared at her for a long minute with no answer. Finally, he decided to
trust her. "Okay. I thought about it. I bought both sizes to be prepared in
case something like that did happen, but we didn't do it. We messed around
together, just harmless stuff, but I honestly don't know if I could go that
far with Tyne or not. I'm pretty sure Tyne's the only guy I could do that
with. Maybe I'm Tyno-sexual."

His mom took his hand and asked, "What about girls? Have you put your penis
in a girl's vagina before? Did you do it with that cheerleader girl,
Lizzy?"

"Mom, I've told you 100 times, she was not a cheerleader. She was a wannabe
and she was a bitch. Pardon my language, but she was. No, I never put it in
her and I've honestly never put it in anyone, boy or girl. I'm still a
virgin."

"Do you want to go all the way with girls? Do you think about sticking your
penis inside one of your girlfriends?"

"Yes. I think about it a lot. All guys do."

"Hmm, I doubt Tyne thinks about it. I'm guessing he's thinking more about
sticking it in your poop hole, like I so eloquently put it."

"Oh my god, Mom. That sounds so disgusting coming from you. I don't think
Tyne is really interested in my poop hole like you think. Honestly, and I
hope you won't be shocked by this, I practically had to seduce him up at
the lake just to get him to do anything with me and it wasn't all that
much. He was very reluctant. Yes, he's gay like you said, but he's not all
F'n horned up like you seem to imagine. He's just a nice guy and yeah, I
was curious about it and talked him into doing some stuff together, but
it's not like we're gay lovers or anything."

"Okay. Thanks for being honest with me, sweetheart. I love you and will no
matter who or what you are or become. Be true to yourself. For your
father's sake, please give Sylvia and other girls an equal
consideration. Tyne seems like a very nice young man, but I'd really like
grandchildren. And like I said, I think this kind of open conversation with
your father is best delayed as long as possible, even up to never if it can
be."

"Well I sure as heck don't plan on bringing it up if you don't."

"I won't. Keep me posted on how you're doing with it. Please."

"Sure. Okay. I love you, Mom."

Mrs. Hardcastle leaned in and kissed Val on the forehead and patted his
cheek. "By the way, the reason I smell like Tyne is because I found his
cologne on your bathroom counter and used it. It drove your poor father
wild. He loved the smell of it and in fact, I would have been here earlier
but we went to the bedroom and engaged in the most incredible, passionate,
wild..."

"MOM! Stop. I don't want to hear that. Please let me go on believing Violet
and I were found in a cabbage patch, all right?" They shared a laugh
together and she kissed his forehead again.

"I'm so glad you're okay. You haven't lost your wonderful wit, I can see
that."

"Hey Mom, can you do me a favor? They took that stupid tube out of my dick
and I need to pee but I can't reach the bottle."

"I'm glad they took the tube out of your PENIS. Dick is your uncle and my
brother, who lives in Milwaukee," she scolded as she handed him the urinal
bottle and turned away. He ignored the scolding since he'd heard it before
and concentrated on starting the flow. It took a long time of concerted
effort to get the flow, but then the warm, orange liquid filled half the
bottle up. He set the bottle on the rail and told his mother she could turn
around.

Val told his mother about the television program and how angry it made
him. He shared his worries about what kids at school would say and how much
crap he and Tyne would get over it. He seemed as genuinely concerned for
Tyne's safety as for his reputation and that pleased his mom. After
listening intently for a long while as Val rambled on over the news story
and its possible implications, she finally interjected, "If anybody hassles
you over it, just tell them to mind their own fucking business."

Val's eyes shot wide open and his jaw dropped. "Whoa, mom. I've never heard
you say anything like that before."

"Well either that or tell them they can just blow it out their poop holes."
That made them both laugh. Shortly after, there was a small knock on the
open door and Sylvia stepped in. She was wearing a plain brown jumper and
white knee socks. She looked like a badly dressed girl scout. Her hair was
braided, but not well. Her eyes, however, lit the room up.

Mrs. Hardcastle stood up when she introduced herself as Sylvia, a friend of
Val's from school. They shook hands in greeting and Mrs. Hardcastle said,
"Oh yes, I know about you. Val talked about you a great deal after the
Valentine's dance. It's so nice to meet you. I could step out if you wanted
to have some private time with Val. I know he'd love to chat with you."

"It's okay. You can stay. I just had to come see how Val is doing."

Val leaned up on his elbows and said, "Hey Sylvia. Thanks for coming. How'd
you even know how to find me?"

"I saw the news report this morning and I knew someone who knew Noah and he
gave me your home number and I got ahold of your dad and he told me where
you were at." She was a little nervous and sort of rambled. Val thought it
was kind of cute.

"Oh, you saw that? How embarrassing. I worried if you saw that, you
wouldn't want anything more to do with me."

"Why would you think that?" Sylvia looked sincerely puzzled.

"Because it made it sound like Tyne and I were up there in the mountains
being gay."

"I didn't take it like that at all. You were just trying to survive. It
sounded like an awful experience. I'm so glad you're doing better."

Mrs. Hardcastle smiled and sat back down pretending to read her magazine
while she strained to hear every word of Val and Sylvia's conversation. It
was small talk on Sylvia's part after she finished expressing her deep
concern and getting a detailed account of everything the doctor said might
happen to him. "Don't worry, Sylvia, my old man already asked if I was
still gonna be able to wipe my own butt and feed myself," Val joked. "It
was good news."

"You're so funny. I love that about you." Mrs. Hardcastle peeked up and
smiled wider when she saw Sylvia was holding Val's hand as they
chatted. The rest of the chatter went to idle flirting which neither of
them seemed very good at. Val ended up telling Sylvia all about his various
fish stories from his childhood and she soaked it in as if she were really
interested.

 Just then, Nurse Danielle appeared at the door and asked, "So who are your
visitors?"

"This is my mom," Val said motioning toward the chair.

"And I bet you're Sylvia," Nurse Danielle guessed.

"Yes, I am," Sylvia said with surprise. "How did you know that?"

"Val mentioned your name earlier."

"He DID?" Sylvia and Val's mom said in unison and with the same tone of
pleasant excitement.

"Oh yes. Excuse me just a minute while I give him a quick checkup."
Danielle motioned for Sylvia to step back and then she drew the curtain
closed around his bed. She checked his temperature, felt his feet and toes,
looked over the automatic blood pressure readings and inquired about his
head. She checked the level of urine and then peeked at his penis without
touching it. "Looks good. Any pain?"

"No."

Leaning in, Daniele whispered "I like her. She's nice. I got your
back. Check this out." Nurse Danielle slid open the curtain and announced,
"All done. He's looking good. He's a model patient. I wish all my patients
were as good as him."

"I'm surprised to hear you say that," Val quipped with a wink, "here I
thought I was one of your bigger handfuls to deal with."

Nurse Danielle, was knocked off guard and flushed red. It took her a moment
to give herself some recovery time. When she regained composure, she pulled
a bottle of lotion from her pocket and said, "Oh no, not at all. You should
see the old man in 314, Now HE's a handful. I was about to give you a
backrub with this medicated lotion to prevent getting all itchy from lying
in bed so long, but I'm afraid my 'handful' in 314 needs me. Maybe you
could get your mother, or even Sylvia, to do it for you. Or if you just
want to wait, I'll come back and take care of it later."

Val smiled and said, "Thanks. How about it Sylvia, do you mind helping me
out?"

"Umm, I don't know." Sylvia glanced nervously at Mrs. Hardcastle who set
her magazine down and said, "I really need to stretch my legs and get a cup
of coffee. If you don't mind, Sylvia, I'd appreciate your help while I'm
gone. Would you like something from the cafeteria?"

"Okay, I guess I can do that if Val doesn't mind. And no, I wouldn't care
for anything. Thanks."

"Very good then. Here's the lotion." Nurse Danielle handed it over to
Sylvia and left. Mrs. Hardcastle pulled the drapes closed before leaving
the two alone together. She wished desperately she could be a fly on the
curtains and watch. She hung just outside the door for a minute and craned
her neck.

"Thanks for doing this." Val rolled over. "Can you help me with this IV
tube? Drape it over my pillow. Thanks."

"Is it okay if I pull the sheet back?" she asked shyly.

"Yeah, of course. I don't know how else you could lotion me up." There was
a period of silence and then Mrs. Hardcastle smiled as she heard Val elicit
a pleasant moan and say, "Mmm, that feels really nice. Rub a little
harder. Mmm, thanks."

Nick, Noah and Tyne all arrived in the parking structure just as the
backrub was beginning. Nick parked his nice Mustang on the top tier away
from any other cars and the three hopped out. On their way through the
lobby, Tyne stopped and bought Val a Kit Kat, since Val had told him once
that was his favorite. He hid it in his pocket in case it wasn't
allowed. The three made their way up the elevator just as Sylvia finished
Val's back. It was all Noah and Nick could do to keep their hands off each
other. Tyne just rolled his eyes and shook his head when Nick pinched
Noah's ass.

"All done," Sylvia pronounced. "Did you like it?"

"Oh yeah. It was great. You're really good at that. You should become a
nurse or a massage therapist."

Sylvia smiled. "I sort of had nuclear engineering in mind, but if that
doesn't work out, I guess I can always fall back on those careers instead."

"Wow. I keep surrounding myself with super brains these days. Maybe some of
it will rub off on me. Hey, can I ask another favor? If you don't want to,
just say so but, I'd really like to have my bottom and legs lotioned up
too, they're kind of itchy too."

"Really?" There was nervous anticipation in her voice. "You think I
should?"

"Why not? It's not like we're doing anything dirty or anything. It's just
to keep me from being all itchy, you know? If anyone comes in, just stop
and pull up the sheet. Please."

"Okay. If you need me to." Sylvia nervously took the sheet and pulled it
down over his firm buttocks and solid thighs to his knees. A shiver of
nervous excitement coursed through her body. She spread a large pool of
lotion on her palm and rubbed it to warm it a bit between her hands. She
moved to the opposite side of the bed and placed her trembling hands on
Val's tight ass cheeks and began massaging in the medicated lotion. Val
moaned appreciatively and wiggled just a bit to let his erection slip
upward beneath him. He spread his legs just a tad to hopefully provide
Sylvia a little better view of his nice set of balls.

The three amigos exited the elevator on the third floor and Tyne led the
way past the nurses' station to the room. He peeked in first and saw the
room was quiet and the curtain drawn. "He might be sleeping or resting. Let
me go in first and surprise him with the Kit Kat," he said to the guys.

Tyne crept in ever so quietly and pulled the candy bar from his pocket. He
slipped a hand between the curtain break and popped inside, "Surprise!"

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