Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2012 11:52:35 -0700
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Subject: Chapter 17 of Val 'n Tyne

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Val 'n Tyne

Chapter 17

 The High Road

      The days were long and boring for Val, and he desperately looked
forward to his evening visits from his friends. He battled depression every
day since leaving the hospital, staying locked up tight in his bedroom and
laying on his messy bed. The days clicked by so slowly he was afraid he was
going to go nuts. He was so sad, and he didn't go on the internet and
didn't even watch his favorite sports channel, ESPN on DirecTV. He just
laid there wallowing in his own funk, stewing in his dark juices. During
the week or so he'd been home, Sylvia and Tyne had both visited faithfully
every day after school, all smiles. Sometimes, they would both be there at
the same time and it was uncomfortable at first as they both offered to
leave and come back later.

      Later on, as Val got slowly better, he made sure to shower and dress
nicely for the visits, wearing his best t-shirts and his newest basketball
shorts. He even put on his favorite Nikes. He liked being the center of
attention. He grew ever fonder of both friendships - very fond. A couple
times, Val had to claim he wasn't feeling well to get one or the other not
to come over, just so he could bask in the undivided attention of either
Tyne or Sylvia, alone in the quiet house. It had been clear that each of
them were vying for Val's attention and competing with each other for
it. Each one was trying to outdo the other in being helpful. It made him
feel special and helped him overcome the depression. The one night Sylvia
left a little early, Tyne and Val had snuggled a bit on his messy bed
together, kissing tenderly and then gave each other a quick release before
Tyne reluctantly called Noah to come take him home.

      During the first week home from the hospital, no one bothered with
bringing his homework home, but starting the second week, Val seriously
needed to catch up big time. On Monday, Tyne brought him his homework and
Sylvia showed up right afterwards, hot on his heels, Tyne and Sylvia would
try and outdo each other in helping him do his homework, and it would be
funny if it wasn't so awkward between the three of them. They ended up in a
power struggle over who could do the better job of explaining things and
Val ended up totally F'n frustrated. After that day, Val made a deal that
Tyne would bring his homework home and help him with it on Tuesdays and
Thursdays while Sylvia would do it on Wednesdays and Fridays.

      On Val's second Friday night home, Sylvia was the first to arrive
with his homework. "Hey Val," Sylvia chirped as she walked into Val's
bedroom after his mom let her in. "Ready to work on some math and science?"

      "Sounds like a riot. More fun than rolling down a mountainside." Val
moaned. Sylvia spread the books across Val's desk and pulled up the spare
chair, right up next to Val. They sat shoulder to shoulder as Val worked
out how to solve for one variable and then plug it into the second equation
and then solve that one. He got excited as he figured it out and was able
to do one problem after the other on his own correctly.

      "It's kinda cool how when you have two unknowns in the same problem
that you can't solve. But then if you can figure one of them from solving
for it in another problem, you can plug that answer in and solve the first
problem. It's like magic."

      "I know, huh? I love math because it's so straightforward and follows
the rules all the time. Science on the other hand, is all about theories
and then testing the theories until you come to a conclusion based on
ruling out the alternative possibilities. I like that too, but it's a very
different process."

      "I think you and Tyne are lucky to be so smart. I wish I was."

      "You really are smart. You're a good learner when you take things one
step at a time." She smiled brightly at Val who smiled back. He looked
deeply into her soft brown eyes and took in the beautiful curve of her face
and her natural beauty. The lack of makeup seemed to detract from her looks
at first, but the more Val saw her and studied her closely, the natural
rose of her high cheekbones and unpainted lusciousness of her thick full
lips was better than the plastic look of most girls. The hair needed work,
though.

      When they finished the science homework, Sylvia slapped the book
closed and complimented Val on his good work with the study guide. She
handed him the stack of flashcards they had made up and admonished him to
study them once a day until the test. He agreed to.

      "I was wondering if you'd like to go for a ride tomorrow and get out
of the house for some fresh air. Just go for a drive to get out of
here. Would you like to do that?" Sylvia asked.

      "Oh man, would I ever. Where to?"

      "I know you like the outdoors; my father suggested a nice ride up by
Antelope Summit? It's close by."

      "Sounds great. Thanks."

      "Are you sure you're up to it, though?"

      "Definitely, I'm fine. I'm still a little unsure on my feet, but if
I've got someone to hold onto, I'm great. And I can't think of anyone
better than you to hold onto." That made Sylvia blush.

      Val stood up from his computer chair where they had been studying at
his desk. Before she came, he'd been looking over ESPN.com's website,
reading up on NBA games and analysis. The motion jiggled the mouse bringing
the computer back to life. LeBron James popped up on the screen. She smiled
and commented on LeBron's large muscles. "He ain't got nothin' I haven't
got." He smiled and reached for her hand and pulled her closer. He brushed
her straight, un-styled, wavy hair back behind her ears and placed a hand
on either side of her delicate, rosy cheeks. He leaned in and kissed her
soft, puffy lips. Sylvia shivered and froze a moment before kissing him
back. Val broke the kiss, then looked into her soft brown eyes and said,
"That's very thoughtful of you to offer an outing tomorrow to get me outa
here. Thanks." She smiled, unable to speak after her first real kiss from a
guy. Val smiled back as if understanding her feelings and pressed his lips
back hard into hers. Sylvia took to kissing like a duck to water and
slipped her hands around Val's muscular back. The kisses grew more and more
intense. Sylvia had never experienced anything like it and while Val had
made out with a number of girls, he'd never experienced the emotions
attached to it like he did with Sylvia. Val began to bone up and pressed
his rock hard frame into Sylvia's soft body, slowly moving up and down it,
feeling her soft breasts press against his chest. Her soft hands caressed
the bare flesh of his back as she roamed freely beneath his shirt, feeling
his taut muscles.

      Unbeknownst to the two teenagers, Violet stood in the doorway
watching and smiling like a horny Cheshire cat. After waiting as long as
she dared, she tapped her knuckles on Val's open door and then cleared her
throat. The two lovebirds startled apart and Val scowled deeply at
her. Before he could cuss her out, Violet announced, "Tyne's here. He sent
me up to see if you were awake. He brought ice cream with all the toppings
and a new Bond movie. Should I tell him you'll be there when you're done
making out?"

      "NO!" They both blurted out and then looked at each other and
giggled. "Don't you F'n dare, you little twerp," Val said. "That's our
secret."

      "We'll be out in a minute," Sylvia added.

      Violet grinned and headed off to tell Tyne they were coming.

      Surprisingly, Tyne and Sylvia were getting along better each day. At
first they were a bit snippy to each other, but as they found topics of
mutual interest, things like advanced calculus and scientific theories on
the origins of the universe, they mellowed. Val usually checked out
mentally during those conversations and lapsed back into thoughts of
basketball.

      Tyne brightened as the two walked into the family room, horny at the
sight of Val and interested in bantering over Sylvia's vast knowledge of
calculus and trigonometry. Tyne was messing with the DVD and couldn't get
it to work. Val took over and set it up while Violet flew into the room
with a large bowl of popcorn that Mrs. Hardcastle had popped for them. Just
then, Tyne got a text and asked everybody, "What would you think of Nick
and Noah joining us? They're bored and kind of wanted to visit you, Val."

      "I'm cool with it. Sure. Tell 'em to come on over."

      Minutes later, the two guys showed up. Noah was dressed in tight
white jeans and a pink and green flowered print, silky shirt that clung
obscenely tight to his body. Violet giggled to herself since she could see
Noah's pierced little nipples through the fabric and she thought about
Ramon. Noah obviously didn't pack the same size sausage in his pants as
Ramon did, though. Nick even looked nicer than usual, like he'd dressed to
go out. He was in a pair of Armani low rise jeans and a stretchy, grey,
ribbed V-neck. It clung tight and showed off his athletic physique and big
guns. He had a new look going on too, his hair gelled and styled up in a
little pointy peak, like one of those dudes in One Direction. He must have
gotten fashion tips from Noah. But he looked sharp, and hot.

      The movie was the newest Bond film that had just been released to DVD
and the guys were all into it. By the time the popcorn and soda was
devoured and the boys were starting on their second helping of ice cream,
Sylvia and Violet were bored to death with the film and sharing girl talk
down at the end of the sofa. Noah's attention span was nearing its limit as
well and he was fiddling with his cell phone, checking his Facebook
friends.

      "Seriously?" Val finally asked, frustrated and annoyed and looking
over at the girls. "If you're not into the film, go in Vi's room and talk
so we can hear it."

      They giggled, and Sylvia said, "We'll just do that." The two
retreated, with a loud laugh. Tyne was thrilled to have them gone and moved
over onto the couch next to Val. Once they were gone, Noah slipped from the
chair he'd been sitting in and sat down next to where Nick was slumped
against the couch with throw pillows behind his back. Nick smiled over at
him and shared a couple of pillows with him. Noah slipped his hand into
Nicks and they interlocked fingers, tightly. Tyne nudged Val and bobbed his
head. Val leaned forward a bit and saw and smiled at the two lovers. Val
slipped his hand into Tyne's, gave him a wink and let his eyes sparkle a
bit as he pressed a gentle squeeze against Tyne's soft hand. Tyne's
beautiful blue-green eyes lit up and sparkled back in reply. Then he let go
and they turned their attention back to the movie as Bond engaged in hand
to hand combat with some Russian thug.

      "That was pretty well choreographed," Tyne said at the end of the
fight scene. "Sometimes, they are ridiculous."

      "That's right, you do karate, don't you?" Val said. "Someday you'll
have to teach me some moves. I'd like to kick ass like that."

      "You already kick my ass with the moves you've got," Tyne said with a
smirk. Nick and Noah looked over at them wide eyed and opened mouthed. When
they turned their attention back to the movie again, Noah laid his head on
Nick's shoulder and Nick adjusted to make it more comfortable for him to do
so.

      "Hey Val, do you think you're up to going out tomorrow night? Like to
the three-plex? That scary movie, Woman in Black, is playing."

      "Sounds great. Just not a late one. Could we go around six or seven?"

      "Sure," Tyne beamed. "Nick, Noah, you guys in?"

      "Sure. I suppose. You need me to drive?" Nick asked.

      "Well, if you can."

      "Can do. Sounds fun."

      "Oh, Nicky, I get scared from those movies. My parents are out of
town together this weekend. I'll need you to spend the night after we see
something like that."

      "Now I'm totally up for it," he whispered into Noah's ear so the
others couldn't see. "I'd love to."

      Noah copped a quick grab at Nick's package and said, "I bet you are
up to it, hot pocket." Nick blushed and brushed his hand away, purposely
not looking toward Val or Tyne. Noah tittered and settled back in against
his shoulder. He grew restless again and scooched up a bit and began
licking the edge of Nick's ear. Nick shrugged him off with a furrowed,
disapproving brow. Noah just giggled more and made another pass over the
sensitive spot, causing Nick to shudder and bump him away again. Nick gave
him a half smirk, half smile and concentrated on the movie again. A third
time, Noah stuck his long tongue out and traced the tip over the edge on
Nick's ear and then plunged it deeply into the ear canal causing Nick to
cry out in surprise and jump away.

      "Ahhh! Geez Noah, go play with the girls if you don't want to watch
the movie," Nick whined. Secretly Nick was excited, but a little
embarrassed in front of his best friend, Val.

      Nick and Noah moved apart and a few minutes later, Violet came
through the door and had a suspicious look on her face. Val recognized the
look and knew that the girls were up to something. Moments later, Val's mom
traipsed through the room, following Violet. It was clear there was some
kind of female conspiracy taking place and Val worried what it might
be.Violet called Noah over and she whispered something into his ear. Noah
lit up like a Christmas tree and followed them out of the room, wiggling
his fingers at Nick as he left, who just rolled his eyes.

      Later on, When the movie ended, Violet appeared in the doorway
again. "We have a surprise for all of you."

      Val's stomach tightened in fear of what they all might have cooked up
in there and he feared the worst. Violet stepped out of the doorway,
followed my Mrs. Hardcastle and Noah, who flipped on the light switch. The
three of them swept their arms outward and sang out, "Ta-da!"

      Through the doorway, walked the most beautiful creature Val had ever
laid eyes on. Sylvia emerged into the light gracefully, albeit with a bit
of shy uncertainty. She spread her arms out to either side and asked,
"Well, what do you think?"

      Val let out a low whistle and Tyne pursed his lips into a terse
scowl. Nick and Noah cheered and clapped. Noah, Mrs. Hardcastle and Violet
had hustled and transformed Sylvia into a new woman. They dug around in
their closets and found a belt to draw in the straight, unflattering jumper
dress she was wearing. They had removed the undershirt exposing Sylvia's
beautiful, creamy skin of her arms and chest. The jumper's neck dropped
just enough to reveal the smallest hint of cleavage. The belt helped
accentuate her firm breasts and add shape to her figure. She was wearing a
gold chain taken from Mrs. Hardcastle's jewelry chest and it lay midway
from her neck and the neckline of the jumper. Matching gold loop earrings
dangled daintily from each earlobe.

      The makeup makeover they had performed was miraculous. Worthy of a
runway model. None of it was heavy, just a little eyeliner, a touch of
mascara and a dusted rose colored lipstick. They left the natural blush of
her cheeks alone. The most astounding transformation was her hair. They had
it parted on the side with the bangs sweeping across the forehead and
curled under her chin. The sides curled inward and framed the natural
beauty of her well proportioned face. They combed and styled a few wispy
strands hanging loosely over her shoulders, with one curly strand
seductively hanging over her face.

      "You look ... stunning," Val said, standing and moving toward her.

      "Lovely work, if I do say so myself. If you need some help picking
out some new clothes to go with your hot new look, give me a ring,
girlfriend. You got my digits." Noah mocked holding a phone to his ear.

      "What do you think, Tyne?" Violet asked with a flirtatious batting of
her eyes.

      "Nice. Looks okay." He was being non-committal.

      "Way nice, I'd say," Nick chimed in. "Hot even. Wanna go out
sometime?"

      "Shut up!" Noah said, punching Nick hard in the arm.

      Val walked over and bowed. "Good work," he complimented and turning
to Sylvia, asked, "What do YOU think of it?"

      "I think I like it a lot. I never had anyone show me things like
this. My mom died when I was young and my dad doesn't know anything about
girl stuff. Noah's amazing at makeup."

      "I've been trying to tell Nick that very thing. He needs just a hint
of blue guyliner."

      Nick stiffened and shook his finger at Noah, "Don't even think about
it."

      "Well I think you look amazing," Val said to Sylvia, "but I thought
you were amazing already. This just highlights the amazing parts."

      Tyne was on the verge of tears but he held his composure and sucked
it up. He'd been upstaged. Standing up, he started cleaning up in a rush
and the others slowly helped. Tyne popped the Bond movie into its case and
begged a ride home with Nick and Noah. Sylvia thanked Val's mom and then
thanked Val's sister and Noah so profusely, it was almost embarrassing. She
returned the belt and jewelry.

      Before leaving, she whispered into Val's ear, "Pick you up around
noon?"

      "Noon sounds great. Thanks." She started to step out of the doorway
and Val caught her by the arm. He peered through the doorway as Nick's hot
'Stang disappeared down the street carrying Tyne out of sight.

      Val pulled her back inside and into a hug. She melted into
him. Mrs. Hardcastle and Vi nudged each other as they spied from the corner
of the entryway. "You really look beautiful but you were always beautiful
to me. You're beautiful from the inside out." She pressed her lips together
and pulled him into a tighter hug. He pressed her soft breasts into his
lower chest with a hand behind her back and made sure she felt his LeBron
sized erection by sliding his other hand down to her ass and pressing her
into the other large thing besides his muscles that he shared with King
James. She started to say something but stopped herself.

      "Noon tomorrow." She patted his chest with the flat of her palm and
whisked out of the doorway. Val closed the door and then leaned back
against it. Vi and his mom retreated without being noticed. Val closed his
eyes and let the vision of the transformed beauty dance across the backs of
his eyelids. He absentmindedly found his leaking erection and gently
pressed his palm over the stretched fabric of his shorts.

      Val was startled from his daydream by a knock on the door. He opened
it to find Violet's teammate, Shawna, the defensive player Val didn't care
for, on the doorstep with an overnight bag in hand. She didn't wait for an
invitation and pushed her way past him. Her mother waved from the passenger
seat of a lowered Chevy. It seemed Violet had a sleepover guest.

      "Vi, your, umm, friend is here," Val called as he slowly followed
Shawna into the other room. He had to measure his steps and reached for the
wall to steady himself. The girls gave a superficial hug and retreated to
Violet's room. Later, when Val wanted to shower and go to bed, he found the
two girls in there applying makeup, both wearing a thin tee and tiny
panties. He grumbled at them and they tittered. Shawna struck a seductive
pose and said they'd be done in a minute. Then she had the freaking nerve
to say she wouldn't mind if he got in the shower before they left. She even
suggested they could all shower together. 'Kinda kinky' she called it. Val
glared at Violet, who looked appropriately embarrassed, and once she turned
around, Val flipped Shawna off. Unfortunately, she didn't see it.

      After they left the bathroom, Val finished his shower and pulled on
his Anime underwear, deciding he better wear a towel back to his room. He
found Tyne's cologne in the medicine cabinet where his mother had stashed
it, still there from before the lake trip. He splashed some on. He was glad
he wore the towel because when he opened the door, there stood the two
girls just outside it. Shawna looked seriously disappointed. "Our turn to
shower," Violet said. "You took long enough."

      "Whatever." Val quickly retreated to his room and shut the door. He
thought it was odd the two girls would shower together, but girls were
weird, he'd decided long ago. He slipped into bed, pulled his boxers off
and pleasured himself to the thoughts of the newly transformed Sylvia. It
was an odd experience dreaming of Sylvia while smelling Tyne's cologne as
he jacked himself. Both of them flashed in and out of his head. Truly
weird, he thought, a total condomdrum.

      He heard the girls return to Vi's room and before he'd finished his
fantasy, he was hearing curious, yet muffled sounds coming from his
sister's bedroom. He refocused his own thoughts and was soon rewarded with
the spine tingling rush of a good, solid orgasm. He pulled a doodle rag out
from under the bed and cleaned himself up and drifted off to sleep.

      Val woke up late as usual. He had fallen into the pattern of sleeping
in and then just lying in bed for an hour or more stewing in the juices of
his misfortune and also over his confusion between his feelings for Sylvia
and Tyne. This morning he was even more morose than usual. The depression
came and went and it seemed to have been improving. Val wondered why
everything had to be so complicated all of a sudden. He climbed out of bed
and wondered what day of the week it was. He looked out the window and saw
his smashed up truck, which only further depressed him.

      He pulled on a pair of Nike shorts and his outdoor New Balance
shoes. He retrieved his outdoor basketball and shuffled outside. He never
wore his good Jordan's or used his good Spalding leather ball outdoors
because the cement court tore them up too easily. He dribbled the ball
around a little and then lined up at the foul line. Val was an
extraordinary foul shooter and he often got a quarter of his points off
free throws. He was good at drawing a foul as well. The first one didn't
even touch the rim, and flew into the bushes. The next three bounced off
the rim's edge. Each time he was sure he was shooting perfectly and the
ball veered off in odd directions, often not even touching the rim, and
making him chase after them. After a half hour or more, he hadn't hit one
shot. The frustration and anger were welling up inside him and he pulled
back and threw the ball like a baseball as hard as he could. It smacked
against the backboard with a loud thud. "Fuck it!" he yelled out.

      He trucked across the court and out to his dad's shop. He found the
sledge hammer standing in the corner where it was always kept. He picked it
up and headed out onto the side yard where his wrecked truck was sitting
there just to mock him. He stared at what once had been his pride and joy,
a symbol of his charmed life and now was just a crumpled heap. Val lifted
the hammer and swung it heavily into the front fender of the truck. The
sound of the heavy hammer on the metal panel was loud and startled his
mother, who was in the kitchen working on lunch. Val admired the satisfying
dent he left. He lifted it again and smashed it hard into the front grill
and then a headlight. There was an almost erotic pleasure that coursed
through him as the heavy hammer head sunk into the truck's body. The glass
from the headlight shattered over the side yard driveway. Over and over, he
smashed the heavy hammer into the truck. Each blow brought a renewed, sick
sense of satisfaction. It felt strangely good to do this.

      Val's mom came rushing out the back door and his father came up from
the garage where he had been working on a household project. Violet and
Shawna peered out of the bedroom window, startled by the loud crashing
noise. Val continued swinging. "Val, what are you doing? Please stop it,"
his mom pleaded. Val ignored her and kept swinging with increased fury.
Sweat beaded on his strong upper body and glistened in the midday
sun. Val's father placed his hand on his wife's arm and stopped her from
interfering. With a nod, she noted that she understood. Finally, after
twenty or more swings, Val's strength gave out and his head started to
hurt. He dropped the sledge onto the cement and leaned against the
truck. He put his head in his hands and wept. His parents moved in then and
he folded himself into his mother's arms and his dad put a comforting arm
around his shoulder. As Val was composing himself, Sylvia walked up.

      "Is something wrong? Are you all right? " Val jumped free of his
parents' embracing and wiped at his tear streaked face.

      "Sylvia, I forgot. Our ride. I'm sorry. Everything's fine. I'll get
ready quick."

      "Okay. Do you still want to go? It's okay if you need a rain check."

      Mrs. Hardcastle spoke up and said, "No, dear. You're exactly what the
doctor ordered right now. Come on in and wait in the kitchen. I'll get you
a lemonade."

      Val was embarrassed, but he was so glad to have the escape. He needed
to get away. All of a sudden he felt like he was in a maximum security
prison. Almost as bad as the hospital was. He showered quickly, hesitated,
then added some of Tyne's cologne and dressed. He came out, feeling his way
through the doorway and yelled, "I'm ready. Let's get out of here."

      Along the way down his street, Val said, "I'm hungry. Tom's Burgers
is at the bottom of the canyon. Let's stop and I'll buy us lunch." Val
insisted that Sylvia stay put in the driver's seat until he could make his
way around the car and open her door for her. She was thrilled by the
gesture.

      Val explained his frustration that Sylvia had witnessed after they
finished their burgers and fries. Val confessed how hard it was not to be
depressed and that her and Tyne's visits were all that kept him sane. She
listened without interfering or offering cheap advice. She was good at
that, he noted. He told her how frustrated he was that his depth perception
seemed lost. She assured him it would probably just take time. He worried
he may never get to play basketball again. She didn't tell him it didn't
matter; she simply expressed sympathy over his loss and hope it might
change. They ended up feeding each other French fries and slurping the last
of their milkshakes.

      The ride was nice. They talked freely and comfortably. Sylvia had the
radio set to a station that played mostly contemporary soft rock tunes and
many love songs. She sang along with most of them and Val had to admit that
she had a beautiful voice which Val complimented. "I sing in the choir at
church. Didn't you know that?"

      "No. How would I? I don't know anyone in choir. And we don't go to
church."

      "You actually have a nice baritone. I bet you could be in the choir
if you wanted. They need guys badly. Pastor Dave would do flips to have you
there on Sundays." Val just shook his head with a smirk. He couldn't even
imagine himself in the choir, or church for that matter.

      As they headed up to the summit, Val said, "You know where that road
leads to I bet."

      "No. I don't come up here often. Where does it lead?"

      "McElroy Meadow."

      "Oh."

      "Oh? You know, 'Makeout Meadow'."

      She looked over and grinned. "Never been there. But I have heard
about it though. I suppose you've been there a lot."

      "Not a LOT - maybe a little, but not a lot."

      They laughed. Sylvia turned on her signal and slowed. She turned onto
the well groomed and flat dirt road and drove up between the pines.

      "What are you doing?" Val asked.

      "I thought I should see what everyone has been talking about."

      "It's not that much to see. It's a meadow like any other, with a road
around the perimeter and places to pull into the trees and park, just like
any other. It's more popular at night."

      "I imagine it would be." She smiled seductively at him. She had
dressed nicer than usual and her jeans clung tight and showed off her
shapely assets. She had worn the lipstick Noah recommended and did her best
to fix her hair again like how Violet and Polly had styled it for her. No
one was parked at the meadow and as she drove around the loop she asked,
"So which is your favorite spot to park in?"

      He chuckled. "I don't have a favorite. I'm not as experienced at that
sort of thing as you might be thinking. I'm a little shy, really. You're
the first girl I ever kissed." Val smirked.

      "Don't break the window when you turn your head," Sylvia said
sarcastically.

      "What?"

      "With your nose, it just grew eight inches." He laughed and thought
of a clever response but hesitated. Then he said it anyway.

      "That wasn't my nose that grew. It was something else."

      Sylvia looked puzzled for a second and then blushed. She shook her
head. "That's right, you and LeBron James." Then being the naturally
curious person she was, she mused, "I wonder if he really does have a big
thing down there, or if it's just a myth because he's a big athlete."

      That caught Val off guard and he laughed.  She was quick, he had to
admit. "Oh no. He really is. I read this sort of mean spirited book that
this Cleveland sports writer, Scott Raab, wrote on him when he left the
Cavs to go to Miami. He actually devoted a whole chapter about how big it
is. He actually called it the 'Giant Royal Cock of King James'." That made
Sylvia blush even more and laugh a bit uncomfortably.

      Val continued, "That's a total taboo for sports writers to talk about
that kind of thing. They all know what everyone's packing from their locker
room interviews, but they'd get blacklisted if they wrote about it. This
Raab guy didn't care though since LeBron left Cleveland."

      "I'm surprised you're talking about it with me. Do you discuss size
with all the girls you come up here with?"

      "No. I'm sorry if I've embarrassed you. Seriously, though. I haven't
really done much more than make out with the girls I've dated. I've never
liked a girl as much as I like you. With other girls, being with them is
mostly annoying. I don't feel that tension with you. You're easy to talk to
and you're such a great listener. It's not all about just you all the
time. You actually act interested when I talk about fishing or sports."

      Sylvia turned into a dual track lane in amongst the trees. A couple
of miles later, she pulled off into a clearing and parked and turned off
the car. "Let's take a walk."

      The two of them strode into the woods a bit and found a big fallen
log to sit on. Sylvia sat down and Val sat next to her. They started
talking, and the topics meandered from the weather to music and ended up
about their families. They held hands and Sylvia shared the sad experience
of losing her mother to breast cancer. She spoke of her father's love and
devotion to her, but how much she longed for a womanly influence - somebody
special to confide in. She expressed the wonderful time she'd shared with
Vi and Noah and Val's mom the night before and being the center of
attention. She said she felt so beautiful - truly beautiful- for the first
time in her life. It brought Val to tears and he hugged her as she spoke.

      Val spoke of how lucky he knew he was to have such wonderful parents
who stayed married and loved each other. He shared his dream of having a
big family and owning his own body shop in town. Sylvia didn't belittle his
dream at all, and instead she encouraged it. They kissed. Then they kissed
deeply and it was filled with emotion. Hands roamed and Val nearly spilt
his milk when his large hand found and cupped Sylvia's taut breasts. He was
shocked to discover she wasn't wearing a bra. She moaned tenderly and
grabbed hold of his large, full erection through his shorts. "I love you,
Val," she whispered. He didn't respond verbally. Instead, he pulled her
into a passionate, deep throated, French kiss.  After a hot session of some
heavy petting, they walked hand in hand back to the car. Sylvia helped him
along the way so he wouldn't trip on rocks and fallen branches, his hard
boner pointing the direction back to the car.

      Back in the car, Sylvia looked dreamily at Val. "Would you like to
come over to my house later? Everyone's gone except for me tonight. They
went to visit my grandpa up in Boonville but I had to stay since I'm
singing a solo with the choir at the Virgin Hills Redeemer church tomorrow.
You could come hear us if you like?"

      "Sure. If I can get a ride there tomorrow, that is."

      "I have to go early to practice with the choir. Do you think you
could get your mom to bring you?"

      "Probably. She'll be thrilled I want to go to church with you, I
think. My dad, not so much. He doesn't do church."

      "Anyway, I was thinking that if you want to, you could come over to
my house tonight. I have this movie I've been wanting to watch and I'd love
to share it with you. It could be just the two of us. I could make us
dinner before we watch it. You can stay as long as you like afterwards, as
long as you feel up to it. It's Princess in Paradise."

      Val fought the natural reaction to laugh when he heard the
title. That was the romantic chick-flick he'd whined about getting dragged
to by Lizzy. "Umm, that sounds really nice. I heard that movie is really
good and really romantic."

      "I heard it's really good, too. All the girls in choir have been
talking about it. Maybe it will get us in the mood for some more making
out. So you'll come over?"

      "Sure. Are you kidding? How could I resist." They finished the drive
up to Antelope Summit and after pulling into the turn out and admiring the
view for a few minutes, they headed back down the mountain. They talked
freely and laughed and sang to their favorite songs. When Sylvia dropped
Val off at home, he was upbeat and cheerful. She told him that she would
pick him back up around seven. As he was about to enter the door, Shawna
stormed out of it, almost knocking him over, red faced and angry.

      Val's mom followed quickly behind with her car keys in hand and
rolled her eyes at Val. "Go see if you can talk Vi out of slitting her
wrists. I have to take Shawna home."

      Val found Violet in her room on her bed crying her eyes out. He went
in and sat by her. He rubbed her back and calmed her down. She sat up and
leaned into her big brother. "What's wrong, Vi? You two fight?"

      Violet nodded and between bursts of tears explained. "Shawna's
awful. I hate her. She stole Danny from me. She wasn't going to tell me but
then she got mad because I wouldn't do something with her and she told me
just to hurt me. She's a bitch. I hate her!"

      Val listened and then said, "No big loss, Vi. I agree, Shawna's a
bitch. I never liked her. You can do way better with your friends. And good
riddance to Danny too. You'll make new friends, better friends."

      "But Danny was starting to like me. He told me he was when we..."

      "When you what?"

      Violet hesitated but then trusted Val with her secret when he gave
her the 'out with it' look, "When you were in the hospital," Vi started
between sniffles and shudders, "I stayed over at Shawna's house one
night. Her slutty mom left with her boyfriend and Shawna invited Kyle and
Danny over. We did some sexy stuff. Before I went over to Shawna's, we were
looking for my cleats and we heard noises in Mom and Dad's room. We sort of
peeked and saw Mom on top of Dad having sex together. It made Shawna horny
and she wanted to try doing it that way with Kyle so she invited them
over. We each went to separate rooms to do sex stuff but don't freak out,
Val! Danny and I didn't do it all the way. I just rubbed it for him. He
said he didn't want to go all the way either and that he liked me just for
being me. He made me promise I wouldn't tell you. He was afraid you'd pound
him." She started crying and Val held her tightly into his broad chest
until she recovered a little.

      "Then, when I wouldn't do what Shawna wanted just now, she got mad
and she told me she didn't care because she could just call Danny and he'd
come over and have sex with her again. I called her a liar because she's
Kyle's girlfriend and Danny and Kyle are best friends. I didn't think Danny
would do that with Kyle there. But she described Danny's big, umm, big you
know, penis, perfectly and I knew she was telling me the truth. She said he
liked it and wants to dump me for her. She said Kyle doesn't care because
he likes sucking other boys better than doing it with Shawna anyway and
that Danny did that with Kyle too. How could Danny be like that after he
told me he liked me for just being me and being friends? Why would boys
want to do stuff like sucking together? Isn't it sick that a boy would suck
on something another boy pees out of?" She cried again. Val swallowed hard.

      "Violet, I'm sorry. I tried to warn you. You're far too young for all
this stuff. Just forget it and find new friends. I'm going to church with
Sylvia tomorrow. Why don't you come with us? Maybe you'll find some nice
kids there to become friends with, without all of the pressure of having
sex." Her words singed his conscience about sucking with a guy. He knew
exactly why a guy would want to suck another guy. He desperately wanted to
suck Tyne off and thought about it a lot. After getting sucked off by Tyne
in the hospital, he had recurring fantasies of giving Tyne head in
return. It excited and frightened him at the same time. But even though he
couldn't push that thought out of his mind, he hadn't yet been able to
bring himself to actually do the deed.

      "You're so lucky you found Sylvia, Val. She's so nice. Do you think
you'll get married to her someday? Are you planning to have sex and lose
your virginity with her?"

      "Violet, you ask the most embarrassing questions. You should become a
reporter for the TV news, like that skank on channel six. You'd be good at
it - better than her. So what about church?" Val deflected her questions
with a question.

      "I guess so. Why not? I like Sylvia." Then they hugged. All was quiet
for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts.

      Finally Val asked, "So what did Shawna want you to do that got you so
upset?" Violet's mood darkened again, and her face got flushed. She looked
away. Val turned her face back to his, "What Vi? What's wrong? Share it and
you'll feel better. Just between us, I promise. I'm not going to tell mom
and dad. Was it drugs?"

      "No." She drew in a shaky breath and said softly, "After the boys
left from her house when I stayed over, Shawna got her mom's vibration
thingy and she played with me using it down there and I got the wild
feeling. She brought it over with her last night and we did it again. Then
this afternoon, she wanted me to play with her and to lick and suck her
down there. I wouldn't and she got mad. I feel like a freak. I can't
believe I did that with her. The worst part is that I liked it. Do you
think I'm a lesbian?"

      Val looked away and fought off a smile. "No. No, Vi. You're not a
lesbian. This is why I told you to hold off on sex. It's way complicated,
even for us older guys. Believe me, I know. You'll find a nice guy some day
when the time is right. A great guy like Dad. You and him will have
wonderful sex and he'll make you feel really good. You just liked the
physical thrill of sex with Shawna, not because of her but because it felt
so good. When the emotional part is attached to the physical part, that's
when it's really great. Or, so I hear."

      "Are you really still a virgin?"

      "Yeah, really. It's not so bad. Wait for it Vi. Please? I'm not even
sure I'm ready to make that step myself. I'm starting to wonder what the
big hurry has to be."

      "Okay. I get it. No more sexy stuff until I'm older. You're the best
big brother on the whole planet." Val smiled with a little tear in his eye
and hugged her tight.

      "Promise?"

      "Yeah, I Promise."

      Val hugged her again and then went to start picking out the right
things to wear for his big time with Sylvia later on. Violet called another
friend on the soccer team and started trashing Shawna. Val hated to hear
her do that but understood that's how young girls are - most of them, at
least. He could never imagine Sylvia being like that. But then he thought
that that's just the way girls are hardwired. He was instantly glad he was
a dude.

      Then a disastrous thought hit him. Tyne. He had a movie date with
Tyne and Nick and Noah later on. His good mood soured. He didn't want to
miss what might be a monumental opportunity with Sylvia and yet he
desperately didn't want to disappoint Tyne. There was no having the cake
and eating it too, so he started planning a solution.

      **##**

While Val and Sylvia were out on their drive up to Antelope Summit, Nick
and Noah drove Tyne over to Noah's house so they could get something to eat
since they were all famished. Earlier, Tyne had sent Val four text messages
and gotten no reply. Tyne was really annoyed. It wasn't like Val could go
anywhere lately so he didn't have a good excuse not to text back. Tyne's
mind started spinning and he imagined horrible possibilities. Giving up, he
sent Noah a text and Noah had come with Nick to rescue him. Well,
truthfully, only Nick and Noah were famished, Tyne, not so much. He'd lost
what little appetite he had. Noah had scored some good eats from Whole
Foods once again, using his employee discount, and pissed off Lizzy's
sister at the checkout as an added bonus when he asked her if Lizzy was a
nun yet. Tyne was being sullen and moody and was giving Noah the silent
treatment all the way over to his house, trying to melt into the back seat
of Nick's Mustang. He wanted to go home and leave the lovebirds to
themselves, but his mom was working as usual and he didn't want to be there
all alone in an empty house. If he was going to be cranky, he might as well
be cranky with his friends.

	Once into the kitchen, Tyne had to endure Noah and Nick's
lovey-dovey antics, which made him second guess going over to Noah's
house. There was some weird magnetic attraction to these two, and it seemed
that their lips were always connected. Plopping into a bar stool at the
kitchen counter, he let a long and loud sigh, catching his best bud Noah's
eye when he unlocked from Nick's hard embrace.

	"T, spill it. What's wrong, girlfriend?"

	"Nothing. It's nothing, really. Don't worry about me - just go back
to sucking your boyfriends face."

	"Yeah, what's up with you? You're usually all cheerful, dude,"
asked Nick, letting go of Noah and giving Tyne a hard stare. "You're not
the 'party in a box' like Noah, here, but you're usually all smiles and
full of positive energy. That's one of the things I've noticed about
you. Nothing ever seems to bug you. Someone piss on your Wheaties this
morning?"

	"Yeah, it's nothing. Don't worry about me."

	"T!"

	"Okay, okay! You want the truth? I'll tell you the fucking truth!
Noah, why did you have to go and get Sylvia all glammed up? I thought you
were on my team," Tyne rushed out, sorry he had to go off on his friend,
but feeling instantly better letting off some steam.

	"Whoa, whoa, Seabiscuit. Just slow down a minute, my little
pony. You're mad at me? ME? Why? What the heck did I do?" And just because
he was Noah, he let out a long wet snort and an ear-splitting whinny.

	"You know what you did. Because of what we talked about
yesterday. And don't spit at me, you old nag."

	"As if!" He stuck his ass out into the kitchen and then slapped it,
whinnying again, earning another smile from Nick. "So? We talked about you
and Dane yesterday. I thought we got that settled. We didn't say anything
about Sylvia. Is she off limits?"

	"DANE?" Nick cried out. "Dane?"

	"Yes, Dane. Don't laugh: Tyne turned him gay too."

	"Shut the fuck up, Noah," Tyne said, getting madder by the second
at Noah and yet amused by him at the same time, against his will. "I did
not turn him gay. He's the one who flew out of the closet and latched onto
me. It's not my fault."

	"Dane? Our Dane? Mr. Rebound, jack off in the stall, kick my ass
over it and then forgive me, Dane? Dane, on our basketball team?"

	"Yes, Nicky, my boy, that Dane."

	Nick let out a low whistle and said mostly to himself, "Holy shit,
I never ..." The others ignored his comment.


"We both decided that you'd just stay friends with Val and go for
Dane. It's a no brainer, really," Noah said, turning around and rooting
around in the refrigerator, still ignoring Nick.

	"VAL!?! And Dane! OMG, dudes! Please tell me! Would somebody please
freakin' tell me what the hell is going on?" Nick shouted.

	"Oh Nicky. It's so sad. Sad, sad, sad. Tyne has the 'hots' for Val,
which you of all people know will never work, and then Dane goes flying out
of the closet, well, actually an elevator, and starts hitting on
Mr. Sensibility here, but Tyne can't even be bothered. Just rolled over and
pushed him off of him. I guess he just doesn't measure up to Val. Get your
phone out and remind Tyne of what Dane's got packing. Maybe he'll realize
size doesn't matter. Going for second place is better than going NO place."

	"Um, that's old news. I had to delete that picture. But I'll tell
you, it was way hot. Not as hot as you, my little munchkin, but let's just
say, I wouldn't kick Dane out of bed." Nick slid up behind Noah and wrapped
his strong arms around his waist. "But still hot. Who would have thought
that guy was gay? But wait! You want Val? Dude, that's just not going to
happen. Lord knows I tried to get me some of that beefsteak. All I got was
my ego butchered. Noah's smart about this kind of shit, so stick with Dane
like he said. It'll be less pain and torture that way."

	"But, pussycat, you don't know the whole story, Listen ..." Noah
started.

	"Shut the fuck up. I'm warning you, Noah," Tyne interrupted. Tyne
feared that Noah was going to reveal some of the things he'd shared in
confidence and he seriously considered a body slam might be in order.

	"Chill, ice cube, I'm not going there." Noah faced Nick and said,
"You see, Nicky, well ... it's like this. Um ... Tyne thinks he can change
him. Change Val to our side, you know? Just like old Lukas and his pastor
accused him of. Since they have all that baggage with the wreck and all,
and doing that mock date for class, and doing homework with him, he thinks
Val can fall for him. But it will never work. Val's more Olive Garden,
pasta and sauce with a big breadstick, and Tyne's more Cheesecake Factory,
sweet and tasty with a little cream on top."

	"Bad analogy, I like both of them," Nick said. "I like pasta with
breadsticks and I totally dig the Godiva Chocolate cheesecake. I don't get
why you can't have both?"

	"See, Tyne? That's why I love this dude."

	"Thank you," said Nick, but not really sure why. "But Noah's
right. Val's definitely not gay. Hell, he passed on me."

	"Whatever," Tyne whined. "Maybe you're just not his type."

	"Dude, I'm everyone's type," Nick said with a cocky smirk. Of
course, he was just joking but it did lighten the mood a bit.

	"And if Dane actually is gay, and he actually hit on you, he's a
catch! A total catch. Hook that big trout and have some fun. I can totally
see you two guys together," Nick added. "He's a good guy, and he's got a
hell of a right hook. I should know. He's cute, too. But not as cute as
you," he said into Noah's ear.

	The trout reference cast Tyne back into a deeper funk. "I'm so
fucking confused. I really like Val, but I know you guys are right. He's
not all gay and he can never be with me like that. But he's a fucking cock
tease. I swear, some of the things he says and does. Sometimes when he
looks at me ... I think maybe. And now he's got Sylvia. Dane's a good guy
too, I know that, but ..."

	"He likes you, right?" asked Noah. "He's pursuing you hard, isn't
he?"

	"Dane?"

	"Yeah, who else, silly?"

	"Dane's really got it hard for Tyne?" Nick asked, "Like stalking
status?" Nick was starting to find this conversation hard to follow.

	"Hell yeah. Just don't bend over when you're around them," Noah
laughed, and slapped his ass again. "I want to be the first train in that
tunnel."

	"But what about Val?" Tyne moaned. "I just need to be sure."

	"Oh, dude! You are so fucked!" This was from Nick. "Really, really
fucked."

	"I know," agreed Tyne.

	"So let me get this straight. You like Val and think you can get
him. But now Dane's gay and he wants you. Plus, Sylvia is hanging around
and wants Val too. Dude, it's a no-brainer. Val's never going to be gay
with you, not even a little. He made that perfectly clear. He was gushing
all over Sylvia last night at his house. Isn't that a clue, dude? But
anyway, that doesn't matter 'because you got Dane after your ass. Hook up
with him and all this drama shit will go away. Val and Sylvia - Tyne and
Dane. Everybody wins."

	"Nicky, you're so smart," Noah purred. "But you forgot Nick and
Noah."

	"I try. But I thought 'Nick and Noah' was already obvious." Then
growing serious, Nick said, "But it's your life Tyne, and we can't tell you
how to live it. It's not our place to do that. Just don't miss the
rainbows, chasing shadows. Whatever you decide, I'm behind you and I know
for damn sure that Noah is too. He loves you like a brother. I get the
whole infatuation with Val thing. Trust me. I made myself almost crazy over
it. In a sick way, I thought if I fucked enough girls, Val would be jealous
of me and maybe consent to messing around some day. Sick logic, I know. We
are who we are, man. Be who you are and let Val be who he is. Maybe you
should talk to this guy we met at the art gallery. He seems really wise
about stuff and he's got experience in developing a lasting gay
relationship."

	"Thanks," Tyne said softly. "Dane and Tyne just doesn't have the
same ring to it as Val 'n Tyne. I'm just not ready to ..." The timer on the
oven sounded and Noah pulled the goat cheese and artichoke pizza out and
divided up the pieces.

	"So," Noah mumbled with a glob of hot cheese searing his
tongue. "What's up with Val's truck? It's just sitting there in the side
yard like some kind of war memorial."

	"You're right. It's been almost two weeks now," Nick agreed.

	"I don't think they have the money to get it fixed. Val said his
dad hasn't been working that much lately. I guess with the recession and
all, his plumbing business has slowed way down," Tyne said.

	"But wouldn't their car insurance pay for it?" Noah asked.

	"Not if they have a high deductible or they didn't pay the
premium. I'm guessing they only carried collision on it. I think that's why
my mom hasn't got me a car yet because everything is so expensive."

	"That makes sense. Mrs. Hardcastle doesn't work."

	"What if it's too far gone? Like they can't fix it?"

	"Val will be extra pissed. He won't want to go back to school. He
saved up all his allowance money and his money from doing odd jobs around
the neighborhood just so he'd have a truck when he got his license. His dad
found a screaming deal and paid half on it for him. He loved that truck
almost as much as he loves basketball.  That's all he'd talk about since he
was like 13," Nick said sadly. "I remember the day he got that truck. He
was so happy."

	"Maybe there's a way we can help him get a new one. How much do
they cost, Nick?" Tyne brightened a bit as he contemplated a way to help
Val come out of his bouts of depression for good. And maybe, score some
serious points with Val at the same time.

	"I dunno. A lot. Maybe 15 grand for a decent used one tricked out
like that."

	"Whew. That's some serious coin," Noah said. Then, thinking for a
second, said, "Hey! I've got an idea. Tyne, get your mom to sue that TV
station for flashing your ass all over the screen. Isn't that like kiddie
porn? Maybe you'll make enough to get you a car too!"

	"That's a great idea, Noah," Nick said. "I bet you could get pain
and suffering money out of them, too. Want me to ask my parents? They're
lawyers and I'm sure they know someone who would take your case."

	"No way. The thought sounds good, but I don't want to go through
all that again. I'm sure Val doesn't want that replayed, either. Think of
something else."

	"I have an idea. It's still warm enough out that we can have a
carwash like the booster club does. We can get all the guys on the
basketball team to help out. They can work in just their basketball shorts
and no shirts. We'll get tons of business from the ladies. I'll wear my
yellow thong and attract the gay guys. You can get the team to pitch in,
right Nicky?"

	"Yeah, I suppose so. Unless you actually do show up in a thong,
that is. That won't make quite as much money as suing the television
station, but it's a start. Where could we have it? We need like a sponsor
or something."

	"We could ask King to have it out at his art gallery at the
Commons. He'd just love to have a bunch of half-naked high schools boys out
in front of his store. Remember they have that huge parking lot," Noah
said. Then Noah squealed and said, "Oh my god, and it could be a promotion
for the sports exhibit he has there right now."

	"That's a great idea. He'd do it, I'm sure. He said he wanted to
help us if we ever had any problems. That's a really great idea."


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