Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2012 09:24:23 -0700
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 9 of Val 'n Tyne by Hans Schreiber and Flip McHooter

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Val 'n Tyne

Chapter 9

Life's a Picnic

They gathered up the fishing gear and Tyne asked what he should do about
the fish. Val pulled out a large plastic bag and a knife. "Gotta clean them
and then put them in here so we can get them on ice in the cooler."  It
struck Tyne odd that you needed to clean fish that lived in water.

Tyne pulled the chain from the lake and brought his three fish up. He took
them off the clips and laid them on the grass. Tyne picked up the small
trout, opened the knife Val had given him and started scraping the blade
over the skin.

"What are you doing?" Val asked.

"Umm, cleaning the fish?" That made Val laugh out loud.

"When I said clean the fish, I meant you need to gut them. I'll show you
how on the first one and then you'll have to do the other two. Here, hand
it over." Tyne held the fish and the knife up to Val.

Val gripped the fish along its back, holding it belly side up. He poked the
point of the blade into a small opening near the tail. "This is either its
egg hole or its sperm hole. You can't really tell on fish until you cut
them open. If they have eggs inside, their girls. The boys don't have
penises. Fish don't fuck; the girls just lay their eggs on the bottom and
then the boys come along behind and squirt their sperm over the eggs to
fertilize them. It's like jacking off without a dick. I've always wondered
if they get the good feeling when they squirt the sperm since they don't
have anything to stimulate." Tyne already knew that fact about fish but he
didn't let on and just acted fascinated by the information so he wouldn't
look like a know-it-all.

"Wow, sucks to be a fish," Tyne mused. "I like my penis. I wouldn't wanna
trade it for a sperm hole."

Val cracked up. "Yeah, I like mine too. I've always been glad I was born a
guy."

"That's right; you were supposed to be Valerie, weren't you? You shocked
everyone when you popped out with that big dick between your legs. It's
still a shocking experience when you first see it," Tyne teased. "It was
for me, at least."

"Shut up, you dork. I didn't have a big one when I was born."

"I bet you did. I bet the doctor had a hard time figuring out which one was
the umbilical cord and which one was your dick. Lucky for you he guessed
right or you might have been like this poor fish with just a sperm hole."
Tyne started to laugh and Val tried not to but couldn't hold out.

"Dude, you better watch it, I got the knife and I might just turn YOU into
an F'n fish."

"That's not possible."

"What's not possible?"

"To turn me into an F'n fish. You already told me that fish don't fuck, so
I couldn't be a fucking fish, just a dickless fish with a sperm hole."

"Oh my God, now that was seriously lame. You wanna learn how to do this or
you just wanna stand there and keep shooting off that sperm hole in your
face?"

"Ewww. Way bad image. Okay. I'm watching."

"First, you stick the point of the blade into the little hole back here
near the tail. Then you just gently slice the skin open along the belly."
Val slid the sharp knife up along the belly parting the flesh. "Next, you
stick the knife through this gill, across the throat and back out the gill
on the other side and cut the connective tissue between them." Val set the
knife down and then continued. "Now all you have to do is stick your
pointer finger down the throat." Val sunk his finger into the slit gills
down to the second knuckle and paused. "I can never do this part without
wondering if this is what it feels like inside a vagina." Then, Val pinched
down with his thumb and middle finger and pulled downward in a swift, firm
motion tearing the internals from the flesh of the fish. The guts dangled
from his fingers. "See, it comes out nice and clean. Now I just rinse it
out in the lake a bit and put it in the bag.

"GROSS! I thought sticking the worm on the hook was gross, but this is
totally disgusting."

Val chuckled. "You'll get used to it. Now remember, the tradition is that
you have to eat the guts from your first fish, so open up." Val dangled
them toward Tyne's face.

Tyne backed up and gagged. "No way. Get that disgusting shit away from me."

"You have to, it's the rule. Val started chasing Tyne and caught him easily
since Tyne had no shoes on. Val tackled him down and sat on him. He dangled
the guts over him and managed to press Tyne's cheeks between his
knees. "Rules are rules."

Val lowered the guts toward Tyne's mouth. Tyne shifted into defensive mode
and his karate training took over. In a stunning move, Tyne wrapped his
arms over Val's large thighs and pushed back on Val's stomach. At the same
time, he whipped his legs up off the grass and wrapped his bare feet around
Val's neck, locked his heels and jerked Val backwards off of him. Tyne
rolled and squirmed away from Val, who recovered from the shock of getting
thrown and started to laugh. "Nice move," Val complimented. Val let out one
last yelp of laughter and tossed the guts away into the brush. "I was just
messing with you bro."

Val got up and Tyne slugged him in the gut once he crawled back over to
him. Val laughed and said he deserved the hit, and he had to admit, Tyne
threw a pretty good punch. "I'm so getting even for that one. Just wait,"
Tyne said. "And after what we did to Lizzy, you know I'm capable of
anything."

"Okay, now you're scaring me. I mean that. I definitely don't want YOU
pissed at me. You could be that mayhem guy in those insurance commercials."

Tyne grinned and picked up his damp socks off the rock and pulled them
on. Then he forced his feet into his damp shoes. "I hate cold wet things
against my skin," Tyne complained.

"I know the feeling after dating Lizzy."

Tyne chuckled. "What did you see in her anyway? She was such a nasty bitch
and you're so nice. At least you are when you don't have disgusting fish
guts hanging from your fingers." Tyne grabbed the big trout and the knife
and with a disgusted facial expression, began slicing along the belly.

"Honestly," Val answered, "Lizzy had a cute face and big tits. That was
about it. But she was also easy. Not easy like slutty, but easy in that she
made the moves on me and that made it easy for me. Except for all the
drama, that part wasn't easy. I'm really awkward around girls for some
reason."

"Why? You don't need to be. You got the whole package, looks, character,
personality, wit. Well, wit might be pushing it, but at least you think
you're funny." Tyne slit open the gills. "So what is it?"

"Dude, if I knew, I'd fix it. Some guys can just flirt so easy, but it's
like my brain freezes up when I try and I just say stupid shit. It's the
same feeling I have when I'm staring at an algebra test. It's like I don't
even know where to start."

"You should just talk to them like you talk to me or to Nick. Just be
yourself. You're actually a pretty awesome guy when you're being yourself."
Tyne held the fish away at arm's length, stuck his tongue out as he shoved
a finger down the slimy throat of the big fish and yanked the guts out then
placed the big fish in the plastic bag next to his brother. "Looks like
another boy. No eggs in this one either."

"No wonder," Val said with a grin.

"I hate to ask, but no wonder what?"

"No wonder you were the only one getting any bites on your worm and I
didn't get any. This must be a gay lake. Like a gay bar for fish only full
of guys with sperm holes and no lady fish, you know? So no wonder they only
went after your worm and ignored mine."

"Oh my God, that is not even funny. A little bit clever, but definitely not
funny," Tyne said. Val laughed, immensely pleased with his little
joke. Tyne set the poles and bait box in the back of Val's truck and helped
pull the aluminum ramps out to unload the quad. Val pushed the quad back
over the end of the tailgate onto the ramps and steered the Banshee down
onto the ground.  "Grab the helmets, please." Val unlocked the doors using
his key fob.

Tyne dropped the knife next to the sucker fish, still lying on the grass
beside the chain at his feet, and walked over to Val's truck. Tyne put his
two trout on ice and pulled the helmets out of the back seat and carried
them over by Val. Val was looking over the quad and checking the gas
level. "I'm so excited to ride this," Tyne said. "I gotta go pee first,
though. Where can I set my helmet?"

"Just on the grass by the tire is fine. What about cleaning your other
fish?"

"I decided not to keep the sucker fish after all. If it's really not good
to eat and since I caught two others, I think I'll just toss it. Honestly,
I don't want to clean it if it isn't worth it. That's so freaking
disgusting." Tyne walked back over to the edge of the lake and unzipped his
pants.

"Hey," Val called out, "you can't piss in the lake. That's disgusting and
it's against the Leave No Trace principles."

"The what?"

"Leave No Trace. It's seven principles to govern good outdoor behavior. One
of them is to dispose of your waste properly, so you should do your
business at least 200 feet from lakes or streams and away from trails."

"Oh. Sorry." Tyne zipped up and walked to a stand of trees counting out his
steps to estimate 200 feet. He'd just unzipped and pulled his penis free of
the fly when he heard sticks snap behind him. He jerked his head around to
see Val stepping up next to him.

"I gotta go too, so I thought I'd join you at the urinal." Val reached in
and uncoiled his snake. He let it hang loosely over his fingers and shot a
nice wide stream. Tyne twisted slightly away and switched hands to shield
Val's view of his smallish dick.  "You gonna piss or just stand there
flashing the wildlife?"

"I can't go when someone's watching. I need privacy." Tyne shot glances at
Val's large tube and checked whether Val was trying to peek at his. He
couldn't tell if he was peeking or not. He also couldn't decide if he
wanted him to be peeking or not.

"Ahh, nervous bladder, eh? That sucks." Val finished up and flipped his
dick around a bit then milked it twice to get the last drops out, all to
Tyne's fascination. Then, Val stuffed himself back into his fly, zipped and
spun away.

Once he was headed off, Tyne relaxed and his stream started. It bothered
him that he couldn't go with someone standing next to him, but it had
always been like that even when he really needed to go badly.

Tyne was finishing up when he heard the roar of the Banshee. He twisted to
see Val take off and blast down the road with a trail of dust flying up
behind him. Suddenly, Val whipped the machine around and headed cross
country right at Tyne. Tyne panicked slightly and tried to rush the last
bit of piss to no avail. In a flash, Val was up to him and wasn't slowing
down. Tyne put a hand over his dick, which was still dribbling, and turned
to run. His little pecker bobbed up and down hanging out of the fly and the
zipper was very uncomfortable rubbing against the sides of it. The Banshee
roared behind him and he glanced over his shoulder to see a delighted Val
bearing down on him. Tyne darted between two trees and Val couldn't react
fast enough and had to go straight, then he circled the tree to the right
in order to come after Tyne again. That gave Tyne just enough time to get
his dick put away and zipped up. Then he darted left behind another tree
and Val pulled up next to him and stopped.

"What the hell was that about, you freak?"

"Just messing with you. So, you ready for the second most exciting
experience you can possibly have between your legs?"

"Sure, but no more messing with me, okay? That hurt my dick running from
you with it rubbing on my zipper. If you were that desperate to get a look
at it, you just should have asked."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think that would happen. Do you need me to kiss it
better?" Val made a couple of exaggerated smooching sounds. "It was pretty
funny watching you running around with it hanging out and trying to hide it
with one hand while you ran like a scared little rabbit. Why're you so shy
about your dick getting looked at?"

"No reason. I'm not shy. You're just a freak. That's all there is to
it. Now I got two things to get even for. I hope you live through whatever
I come up with."

"Eww, I'm scared. I don't think I'll sleep at night. Hop on and I'll take
you over to your helmet and teach you how to drive this beast."

"Don't I need a helmet to ride behind you?"

"Nah, I'll go slow."

"Sure you will, like I believe that."

"No, really, I will. Get on." Tyne climbed on behind Val and Val took his
hands and pulled them around his waist. "Hold on to me." Tyne felt nervous
and uncomfortable having his hands wrapped around Val. The weirdness of
what had just happened followed up with being wrapped around Val's hunky
torso started a stirring in his loins that he really didn't want to have
happen. He desperately wanted to start roaming his hands over Val's hard
body, but he controlled himself. Val took off as smoothly as possible, but
Tyne still tightened his grip when he did to avoid falling backwards.

Back by the truck, Tyne dismounted and put his helmet on. Val had to strap
it through the metal rings for him since Tyne had never done that
before. Once it was tight, Val slapped him across the top of the helmet and
smiled. "Okay, straddle my wild beast for the ride of your life."

"Oh God, I wish that meant what it sounds like." Tyne knew Val was being
funny in his own way, but it planted an additional image in his head, right
next to the one of Val kissing his dick better, and his dick bulged beneath
his jeans once more. Tyne climbed on the Banshee and gripped the bars. "So
what do I do?"

"Pull in the clutch with this lever right here, and then push the shift
lever by your left toe all the way down to get into first gear." Tyne
complied. "Perfect, that's it. Now pull the shift lever 1/2 click up to get
to neutral." Tyne achieved that. "Great! Now turn the kick starter out and
kick down on it with all your weight like you've seen me do to start this
beast."

Tyne rose up onto the kick starter and pushed down. The engine sputtered
but did not start. Again, Tyne tried with no success.  "It's not starting."

"Good observation, genius," Val joked. "Kick it harder, like you mean
it. Pretend it's Lukas, who just gave you a bunch of crap about being gay
right in the middle of the lunchroom."

"So do like a karate kick?"

"Yeah, exactly."

Tyne rose up again and cried out, "Aye-yah!" as he kicked forcefully down
on the lever. The Banshee roared to life and Tyne felt the powerful
vibration between his legs. He grinned from ear to ear.

"Perfect. Now slide up a bit so I can get on behind you." Tyne did so and
Val pressed against Tyne's back. Val reached around Tyne's body and showed
him how to pull the clutch in and where the thumb lever was for the
throttle on the right side handle bar. "With the clutch in, give it just a
little gas and release the clutch slowly like this." Val inched the clutch
lever out slowly and the engine revved. "Now, we'll try it in gear. Pull in
the clutch again and push down on the shift lever to put it into first."

Tyne took a deep breath. The closeness of Val against him and the
excitement of riding the vibrating beast caused another bulging boner in
Tyne's jeans. He drew in a sharp breath and shifted into first gear. With
Val's help, he eased the clutch out and pressed his thumb to the throttle
and the engine revved up. As the clutch engaged, the beast took off and
Tyne felt a rush of exhilaration. Once the clutch was all the way out and
they were rolling down the dirt road, Val pulled the clutch back in and
yelled through his helmet for Tyne to put on the brake. He overdid the
brake and they stopped hard and sudden. "SORRY," Tyne hollered through the
full face helmet.

"No worries. You'll get the feel of it. Now try starting out again and then
stopping on your own without my help."

Val dropped his hands onto Tyne's thighs. Tyne took in a deep, nervous
breath and eased out the clutch lever without Val's guiding hand over his
this time. At the same time, Tyne pressed the throttle with his thumb and
tried to find the proper rev level to match what Val had just shown him. It
was tricky to find the right level, even though Val had made it seem so
easy. When the beast started to creep forward, Tyne reacted instinctively
and released the clutch lever completely and pressed too hard on the
throttle so that the powerful machine roared and lurched forward. The beast
shot forward so quickly that it propelled Val backward causing him to
clutch onto Tyne to avoid falling off. His hands slid up along Tyne's
thighs where they had been resting and gripped in the crotch. His left hand
pressed firmly against Tyne's erection.

Tyne, having scared himself, had the sense to release the throttle and
grasp at the brake. He slammed the brake hard and it tossed both riders
forward, pinching Tyne's balls against the seat and Val's added force from
behind squished them even harder. Tyne cried out as the Banshee jerked to a
stop and died. Tyne started groaning and Val started laughing. "Let me up!
Let me up!" Tyne hollered. "My balls!"

Val climbed off and Tyne practically rolled off, clutching his package. "I
think I need two helmets. One for my head and one for my balls," Tyne said
as he dropped to his knees and doubled over. Val tried to console him, but
couldn't help from laughing as well.

When Tyne recovered enough, he climbed back on to try again. Val had turned
the beast around on the road to head back toward the lake and the
truck. "This time, when the quad starts to roll, don't just dump the clutch
all the way out. Just hold it in that spot for a bit until you get the
throttle speed right and ease the clutch out s-l-o-w-l-y all the way.

Tyne started the beast back up and Val climbed on behind again. Tyne was
really nervous now. He pulled in the clutch and put it back into gear. He
eased the clutch out painfully slow and barely edged the gas on. "More
gas," Val yelled. "But just a little." Tyne pressed a little harder and Val
said, "Yeah, that's it!" Tyne smiled wide as he managed to get the beast
going. The start was a little jerky, but not bad. Soon the engine was
screaming and Val yelled, "You have to shift."

"How?"

"Let off the gas and pull up on the shifter with your toe. Then give it the
gas again."

Tyne did as instructed and he felt the machine lurch a bit as he shifted
and then he gassed it a little too hard after the shift so Val squeezed his
middle tightly to hang on. Then he slowed back down and tried to shift down
into first again. They made several passes and practiced shifting up and
down and finally Tyne was doing pretty good at both.

"I think you're ready to go solo, dude. You learn quick."

"Thanks. But are you sure? What if I wreck your quad?"

"Well, you know I told you I'd have to tie you to a tree and cover you in
honey if you wrecked my truck? Well, if you wreck my quad, I'll hang you
from the tree by your balls. But don't worry, you won't wreck it. You're
doing good."

Tyne came up with an idea to get a little bit even with Val from the fish
guts incident. "How about just one more practice with you on behind
me. Just to be sure I got it."

"All right, if it'll make you feel better, but I really don't think you
need it." Val strapped his helmet back on and climbed on behind Tyne. Val
set his hands loosely on Tyne's sides since Tyne had mastered how to take
off nice and smoothly.

Tyne smiled, revved the engine slightly and started to ease out the
clutch. Then, Tyne suddenly punched the gas, dumped the clutch and the
Banshee rocketed forward. Val flew backward off the machine with his legs
flying upward while he did a full back somersault off the beast and landed
flat on his face in the dirt. Tyne, meantime, headed directly toward the
driver side of Val's nice truck and gave the impression he was going to ram
it. He turned toward Val pretending to be panicked, and Val, who had raised
up on his elbows, screamed "LOOK OUT! STOP! OH GOD, MY TRUCK! TURN!"

Tyne smiled, let off the gas and turned away at a safe distance from the
truck and then headed straight toward Val. Tyne shifted up and sped toward
Val on the ground. Val jumped up and started to run to evade Tyne's
charge. He managed to jump off the dirt road and over a rock. Tyne stopped
the big beast and carefully turned around to pull up next to Val. He was
laughing.  "There, now we're almost even."

"Almost, my ass. You scared the living shit out of me. What were you
thinking? You're not that good of a rider yet. What if you would have hit
my truck, or worse, me?"

Tyne laughed. "I never really got that close to either. You just panicked."

"Hell yes, I F'n panicked. If you wrecked both my truck and my quad, I'd
have to gut you like a fish, then hang you by the balls from a tree. Holy
shit, you scared me."

"Just remember from now on when you go dangling fish guts in my face, I
don't get mad, I just get even."

"No shit. You really do. So go get some riding in before I change my mind
about letting you." Tyne smiled and took off down the road. After a while,
Tyne was venturing off the road onto some trails that took off into the
trees and bushes. He was having the time of his life. After a long period
of amazing riding, Val waived him in.

"Dude, I'm hungry. Let's eat."

"Okay." Tyne shut the beast off and dismounted, pulled his helmet off and
hung it on the handlebar. "That was so awesome. Thanks so much for teaching
me to ride. You're right about that being the second most exciting thing
you can put between your legs. It was so fun." Tyne was grinning ear to ear
and Val was pleased he brought him so much pleasure.

Val and Tyne grabbed the picnic basket and the ice chest out of the back
seat of the truck. They found a grassy spot in the shade overlooking the
azure lake. The temperature was unseasonably warm for February in the
mid-70's. The air was still and the water was glassy calm. The green pine
trees on the opposite side of the lake were reflected in the mirror-like
surface of the water.

"My feet are still damp. I'm taking my shoes and socks off," Tyne said. He
pulled off his shoes and socks and set them in the sun to dry. "The grass
feels nice on my feet."

"Really? I guess I'll take mine off too." Val pulled his shoes and socks
off his large feet and wiggled his toes in the sunshine.  Tyne retrieved
the large blanket he'd brought and spread it on the grass. He pulled the
red and white checkerboard cloth from the picnic basket and smiled at
Val. "I've got a surprise. Check this out." Tyne pulled the bottle of wine
from the basket slowly, the neck of the bottle cradled in the fingers of
his left hand and his right hand supporting the base, with a wide grin on
his face.

"Nice. How did you score that? I've never drank wine before, only beer a
couple of times."

"You're in for a treat then. My mom lets me drink it with her at home
sometimes." Tyne pulled out a couple of glasses and set them on the flat
lid of the cooler. Then he realized he needed to get into the cooler so he
just handed the glasses to Val to hold. Tyne opened up the cooler and
pulled out the chicken salad, carrots and celery sticks and all the fruit
he'd brought. He also pulled out the stuff Noah had gotten from Whole Foods
except for the cream and strawberries. Lastly, he pulled out his bean and
rice pilaf. Val studied it warily.

Tyne pulled the croissants out of the basket and was about to start
spreading the chicken salad on them for sandwiches, when Val said, "Dude,
before you do all that, open the wine and let's sample it."

Tyne smiled. "You lush." Tyne dug in the basket and pulled out the
corkscrew. Val watched as Tyne peeled off the protective wrap over the top
of the bottle and then screwed the device into the cork. Tyne pulled the
levers down and the cork slid out of the bottle. Tyne sniffed the cork,
smiled pleasantly, and set it aside. "I think this is a good one."

Val held out the two glasses and Tyne poured the wine into them. Tyne
stuffed the cork halfway back into the neck of the bottle and set the
bottle back in the ice. "Okay, let's have a toast and then I'll make the
sandwiches," Tyne said. He looked up into Val's huge grin. Val held out two
empty wine glasses and licked his lips.

"You're right. It is a good one."

"What the ... you downed both glasses? Slow down, dude. It's not
Gatorade. Wine's meant to accompany the meal and be sipped slowly."

"Oh. Well okay then, fill 'em back up and I'll sip it this time. At least
while you're looking, I will." Val grinned even wider and held out the
glasses.  Tyne mocked disgust and pulled the bottle back out. This time,
after Tyne put the bottle back on ice and looked up, both glasses were only
half empty. He laughed and took his half empty glass and raised it to
Val's.

"Here's to our new found friendship, however unlikely."

"Cheers." They clinked glasses and Tyne took a sip. Val took a gulp. They
both set their glasses on the cooler lid and Val helped lay out the
food. He opened the smoked salmon and breathed in the aroma. "Actually
smells good. He pinched a bit in his fingers and popped it in his
mouth. "Mmmm." He chased it with a sip of wine.

"You did better on the wine that time," Tyne said. Val winked.

"Yeah, you were watching."

"Here, take this. Noah says we're supposed to put this roe on top of the
salmon and there's this goat cheese to go with it too. Spread the cheese on
a cracker, add some salmon, then the roe and pop it in your mouth." Tyne
popped one in his mouth and chewed with an evaluative look on his face. He
was trying to decide if all the new flavors worked together for him. He
swallowed and sipped some wine.

Meanwhile, Val snatched the bottle of orange goop and studied the
label. "Hah, I thought so. These are salmon eggs. They look just like the
fish eggs I use for bait. Looks like you ate fish guts after all."

"WHAT?" Tyne grabbed the bottle. "Where does it say that?" Val pointed out
the small print on the bottle. "Eww. Icky. It's kind of salty tasting. I
wasn't sure I liked it but now I'm positive I don't."

Val laughed. "I have to try it now since you did, just so I can keep my man
card." Val spread some cheese on the cracker, added a big chunk of the
salmon and dabbed a little roe on top. He popped it in his mouth. He
frowned, swallowed, and gulped the remainder of the wine in his
glass. "Yuck. It is salty. It's probably the salmon sperm on it that makes
it taste so salty."

"WHAT?" Tyne shrieked again, snagging back the bottle and scouring the
ingredients list. Val started laughing.

"You don't think they'd really print that on the bottle even if it was in
there, do you?" Val opened the cooler after handing Tyne his glass and
pulled out the bottle. He filled his and Tyne's glasses back up then
replaced the bottle. They continued snacking on crackers, cheese and smoked
salmon without the eggs. Val made them and fed them to Tyne while Tyne
spread the chicken salad on the croissants. Val also ate an apple while he
was waiting and they both sipped their wine.

"I'd hate to be a fish," Val mused while he studied a salmon covered
cracker.

"I know, you'd miss your big dick."

"No, besides that. They hatch as little squiggly things and if they survive
being eaten, they grow up without a mom or dad. I doubt they have any
friends, and they never get to sleep. They just swim and eat all day, every
day. And they don't even get to jack off. Boring."

"Until they eat something with a hook in it," Tyne said. "Then things get
suddenly intense."

"Yeah, but if they don't get off the hook, they get clubbed in the head and
eaten."

"Right. I guess I'm glad I'm not a fish either. Besides the no dick issue,
the things they have to eat - worms, eggs, bugs - are so gross. So I guess
I shouldn't feel bad when I catch them anymore. I'm really just putting
them out of their misery, right?"

"Exactly." They laughed and dished up the fruit and veggies onto paper
plates. Tyne heaped a large serving of pilaf on Val's plate and added a
croissant. Val took the plate and picked at the bean and rice
pilaf. "What's in this?"

"Don't worry, there's absolutely no reproductive parts of any creatures in
it. Just beans, onions, teriyaki sauce and brown rice and some secret
spices. It's really good. Try it."

"Did you say secret spices or secret sauces? Cause if you said sauces, I
ain't touching it."

"You are such a freak. Spices, all right? Secret spices."

"Did your mom make it?"

"No. I did," Tyne said a bit defensively. "With my mom gone to work a lot,
I have to feed myself most nights. I got sick of frozen dinners and fast
food so I started messing around with cooking. My mom likes it when I cook
because she takes the leftovers to work for lunches. I make some pretty
good stuff."

Val took a taste of the rice. "Mmm, not bad." He shoveled a large bite in
and followed it with two more large bites. Then he took a bite of the
croissant and liked it so much, he finished it off in two more bites. "I
think my mom wants your recipe."

"The croissants were done by Noah. Noah's actually a better cook than me,
but you never know what kind of weird thing he'll come up with. Some of
it's great, and some of it's nasty, like those sperm covered fish eggs. But
hey, you said you're good at cooking fish and your burritos this morning
were great."

"Fish, burritos, and pancakes, easy shit, that's all I can cook. You talked
about me making a nice wife some day, but you and Noah will definitely make
some lucky guys great wives."

Tyne looked out at the lake, sipped his wine and said, "I hope so. I
honestly hope so. It scares me that I won't be able to find someone special
to share my life with. I don't think it's so easy for guys like me and Noah
to do that. It's probably especially hard for someone like me who's not
willing to settle for anyone just to get sex."

Val got reflective as well. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. It's not all
that easy for straight couples to find good matches. It probably is harder
for gays. I never thought about it before. Growing up is scary."

"No shit." They both sipped their wine in comfortable silence, staring at
the calm lake.

"What kind of person do you want to marry?" Tyne asked.

"Hmm, well, I guess she has to be smart so our kids won't be total idiots."

"Would you stop with that? You are not stupid. You just need the right
teaching approach and motivation to learn the subject. I think you're
probably pretty good at most things if you'd just start to believe in
yourself a little more. You've bought in to the labels stuck on you by lazy
teachers who just didn't want to make the effort to teach you in the way
you learn. Just my opinion, of course, but I know I'm right."

Val smiled. "Thanks. Anyway, the girl I marry has to love sports and the
outdoors. She has to want at least four kids, laugh at my lame jokes and
... oh yeah, she has to be a good cook. A nymphomaniac would be another
good quality."

"Interesting."

"What is?"

"I think it's interesting that you didn't mention looks."

"Honestly, that's not all that important to me. I've mostly dated fairly
hot chicks because that's who mostly talk to me. But to be honest, even
though Sylvia isn't that good looking, I already like her a lot. A lot more
than Lizzy, that's for sure. If you hadn't dreamed up that do a good deed
and dance with the geeks thing, I probably never would have talked to her
and I'm pretty sure she never would have dared talk to me. How F'd up is
that? She's not ugly, just plain but she has this sparkling
personality. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to marry someone who's
like butt ugly or anything, but I don't need, or even really want, someone
who's smoking hot. Sooner or later, I'm gonna get fat and bald and then I'd
have to worry about my hot wife shopping around for a younger stud." Val
laughed. "When my dad turned 40 he told my mom he was going to trade her in
on two twenty year olds. My mom just scoffed at him and said, 'Dear, you're
not wired for 220.'"

"There's an image that's hard to picture, you fat and bald. I think that's
why I like you so much. You're not into images. You're real and you're
straight up. You had the guts to be seen with me and come here today with
me and not care what others thought. Thanks, by the way."

"Nothing to thank me for. I only come because I wanted to."

"You mean, you only came because you wanted to."

"That's what I said."

"No, you said that you only come and you meant you only came."

"What? I came when I wanted to come? I usually do CUM only when I want to
and when I've finished cumming, I'm happy that I came. Or should it be, I
camed? As in, I camed in my bed this morning when you kissed my
dick. English is so confusing." Val busted out laughing in a wine-enhanced
giggle but Tyne felt a swelling of panic rise up into his throat. He turned
and faced Val but could think of one thing to say. Val stopped giggling and
stared back with a serious look when he saw Tyne's reaction.  Finally, Tyne
squeaked out, "You were awake?"

"Of course I was awake. Dude, I'm a pretty sound sleeper, but come on." Val
grinned a bit.

"I'm sorry. Oh God, I don't know what came over me. I promise I'll never do
anything like that ever again. Please don't hate me and please don't hurt
me."

Val's grin widened. "Hate you for what? Giving me a sweet 'gasm? If I was
pissed about it, I would have stopped you. I was hoping you'd finish what
you started. That's why I pretended to stay asleep." Val turned his face
away toward the lake and gnawed at his lower lip a while before he added,
"Besides, I wanted it ... I liked it."

Tyne studied Val's face for a long, silent stretch and saw the obvious
turmoil in it. He looked toward the lake himself and responded, "Me too."

They sat in silence for a long time, each lost in their own thoughts,
sorting out the implications of what just took place. They sipped the
remainder of their wine. After it was gone, Val set his glass on the lid of
the cooler and looked over at Tyne once more. Tyne returned his gaze. "I'm
not gay, Tyne. It's just you. There's just something special about you. I
can't explain it."  Val slid his large foot over and gently rubbed his toes
up the bottom of Tyne's soft arch. It sent shivers through Tyne's spine
into his skull. Val was pleased with how soft the skin felt against his
toes. The connection, though small, was impactful.

Tyne couldn't speak. There were no adequate words for what he was
feeling. He wasn't even able to sort out his feelings himself, let alone
express them.

"Want dessert, you freak?" Tyne finally asked to break the tension.

"Sure, as long as there's not fish eggs or secret sauce involved."

Tyne drained his wine glass and pulled out the Cornish Clotted Cream and
strawberries. Tyne scooped up a dollop of the thick, beige cream onto a
plate and then piled strawberries on top of it. He handed it to Val who
glared at it. "Looks like bull cum."

Tyne cracked up. "And you would know that, how?"

"I got farmer cousins with dairy cows. They use it to artificially
inseminate the cows. It seriously looks like bull cum only a little
thicker."

"Artificially inseminate? How does that work?"

"You don't want to know, but it involves a rubber glove the full length of
your arm."

"You're right, I don't want to know. But now there's two things I don't
want to be, a fish or a cow."

"Or a dairy farmer, trust me on that one." They laughed together. Val
scooped a bit of the beige cream onto his finger and licked it off. "Hmm,
even tastes like bull cum, sweet and nutty like."

"You've tasted bull cum?"

Val looked at him all serious but he couldn't pull it off. He cracked
up. "No, but you should have seen your face."

"Ahhhh, you are such a freak! I should kick your ass for that one."

"Hah, like you could."

"Don't underestimate me. I'm stronger than I look and I've got some kick
ass moves. Besides, you're a little drunk."

"Bullshit. Or should I say, bull cum?" Val started giggling and gave Tyne a
playful shove on his shoulder. "I've got a question for ya. Have you ever
tasted your own clotted cream?"

"Umm, yeah. Have you?"

"Yeah. Sometimes when I'm sucking on my tip, I just leave it in there and
shoot in my mouth. I've always wondered if everybody's tastes the same or
if we're all different."

"Damn, you can suck on your own dick? Like the guys on the internet? Wow,
if I didn't like you so much, I'd have to hate you now. I so wish I could
do that. Although, it's probably best that I can't or I'd never leave my
room. I'd just lay naked on my bed 24 /7 sucking myself off over and over
again."

Val snorted a laugh. "Tyne, dude, pour me another glass of that sweet
wine."

"Val, dude, you already drank it all."

"I did? No, WE drank it all."

"Well, okay technically, you drank all but one glassful. Wine is meant for
sipping not gulping, remember?"

"Oh. No wonder I'm a little buzzed."

"Yeah, no wonder."

"The sun feels good." Val lay back with his arms raised up with his hands
tucked behind his neck. Then he sat up and pulled his shirt off, rolled it
up and placed it under his neck for a pillow. He wiggled his head back and
forth a bit then stood up and pulled his jeans off and rolled them up with
his shirt, lay back down, and smiled, satisfied with his pillow. "I could
take a little nap. How about you?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Tyne sat there on the blanket with the sun warming
his back, surrounded by the beauty of nature and observing the natural
beauty lying before him. Noah's words from giving suggestions on what to do
for the date rang in his ears, 'You could steal a bottle of your mom's wine
and when you get him good and drunk, you can take advantage of him'. He
smiled as he leaned on one elbow, propping his head up and stretched
out. He adjusted the growing boner in his jeans with his other
hand. "You're a huge fucking tease, you know that?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about the fish guts and chasing you around on the quad
when you're dick was hanging out."

"Well, you're a huge tease that way too, but I meant you're a huge cock
tease."

Val rolled his head over, looked at Tyne, and squinted, "Huh?"

"That's right. You keep exposing your hot bod to me, just teasing me with
it. I think you're doing it on purpose. Are you?"

Val smiled and rolled his head away to look back up at the blue sky. "Not
me." After a pause, Val asked, "Do I get you horny?"

"Fuck yes. Imagine if you were me and it was Megan Fox lying there wearing
nothing but panties."

"If I were you, I probably wouldn't even notice, cuz if I was you, I'd be
gay."


A wooden napkin ring bounced off Val's head. "Who writes your material,
Shaq?" Tyne asked. "Seriously though, are you purposely showing off for
me?"

"Maybe, a little. It's kind of flattering and I sort of get off on knowing
I turn you on. But mostly, I just don't think twice about getting undressed
in front of another dude. We have the same equipment after all and I'm
pretty used to it from all the locker rooms. Nick likes to show off his bod
to me too, so it's just something I've done a lot of."

"I know why Nick likes to get naked with you. He's 'in love' with you. At
least, he's 'in lust' with your hot body." Tyne gave his crotch an
additional adjustment.

Val looked down at Tyne's crotch and then looked him in the eyes. "Boned
up?"

Tyne shrugged, "Can't help it."

"My fault?"

"Duh."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I like it ... I want it." Tyne smiled. Val smiled back.

"You know, when Nick was hitting on me, it was revolting. Knowing you're
pervin' on me is kind of cool. Weird, huh? Why do you think that is?"

"Excuse me? I am NOT perving on you. I am attracted to you. There's a big
difference."

"I guess so. Sorry. I suppose that's why it doesn't creep me out." After a
lengthy span of silence, Val said, "If you need me to, I'll help you out
with it. You know, if you need it bad." Val made a slight motion toward
Tyne's crotch.

Tyne pulled one side of his mouth into a half smile and raised one
eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"

"Just, you know, I'd ..." Val made a jackoff motion. "If you need it."

Tyne stared into Val's eyes for a full, contemplative moment. "No. I don't
need it that bad. I'd love it but I don't know if it's really a good
idea. Thanks though, for offering." Tyne held Val's gaze. As soon as the
words left his lips, Tyne regretted them. He worried though, that it was
the wine talking and not Val. He didn't want to do something that Val would
regret later and could damage the friendship. Their friendship was more
important than an orgasm. Even at the hands of Val.

"Umm, okay. That's cool." Val looked back up to the sky feeling awkward and
Tyne couldn't read if he saw relief or disappointment in his face.  Tyne
stood up and pulled his shirt and jeans off. He rolled them up and lay down
on his back using his clothes as a pillow in the same way Val had done. His
dick clearly tented his white boxers.

Val looked over and asked, "Now who's the tease?"

Tyne looked over smirking, "Just two guys enjoying the sunshine in the
woods. It's not like I haven't got the same thing you've got, right?"

"True that. God gave us the same equipment, straight or gay, big or small."
Val smiled and winked at him.

Tyne chuckled a bit and said, "I just wish someone would have told me up in
heaven that I could have super-sized my order." Val started chuckling, then
laughing, then heaving with laughter. The wine played a big part of it, but
Val couldn't stop. He'd start to regain control then burst out again. Tyne
started laughing at Val's laughter.

Once there had been a solid five minutes of silence, Tyne asked, "So Val,
you evaded my question earlier. How come an awesome, studly jock like you
hasn't gotten laid?"

Val looked over at Tyne and looked up and down his youthful, lithe
body. Tyne's erection had subsided and his dick lay flat beneath the white
boxers. Val completed his scan by resting his eyes on Tyne's cute face and
soft, red lips. "It's not what you're thinking."

"I'm sure it isn't because I'm not thinking anything."

"It's not because I'm secretly gay. That's what Nick tried to tell me when
he was hitting on me.  He said I probably was gay and that's why I was
still a virgin. I told you I'm shy around girls and that's part of
it. Another part of it is that I was taught to be a gentleman and treat
women respectfully. I can't just take advantage of a willing victim if you
know what I mean. I want it to be more than that. I want some romance and
even some love involved. Maybe that's stupid at my age, but it's how I
think. Stupid, huh?"

"No. It's not stupid at all. It's commendable. It's ... sweet."

Val laughed a bit. "Great. Put it that way and it makes me think maybe I am
gay. Sweet? How about chivalrous or even romantic? Sweet. Wow." Tyne just
laughed. After another pause, Val asked, "You think you'll ever try doing
it with a girl sometime just to see what it's like? Just to verify it's not
your thing?"

"Yeah, I was actually thinking about asking Violet to help me out with
that. I'm pretty sure she's willing. What do you think?"

"WHAT THE FU ..." Val stopped his furious reaction when he say Tyne's
ridiculous grin.

"Gotcha. No. I don't need to verify it. I know for sure. Girls don't jiggle
my bobber."

"You smart ass. So are you telling me that if Megan Fox was lying here
naked and offering her body up to anything you wanted to do with her, you'd
pass?"

"Yup. I'd much rather put your screaming Banshee between my legs." Val
cracked up again at Tyne's little joke, giggling excessively.

"Nick told me that I should try it out with a guy sometime, just to make
sure I was really straight. He said that even if I found out I wasn't gay
for sure, it'd still be a fun experience."

"Really? Well you know what his motive for that suggestion was, right?"

"Yeah, I know. I got pissed at him. I don't need to mess around with a guy
to know I'm not gay."

"So are you saying that if Justin Bieber was lying here naked and offering
himself up to anything you wanted to do with him, you'd pass?"

Val laughed out loud. "Justin Bieber? Seriously? You might as well have
picked Noah."

"Okay, well Blake Griffin then."

"Well that's a little better," Val chuckled.

"Then, what guy would you choose as a temptation?" Tyne asked, curious what
kind of guy Val might think was super hot.  Val got serious and looked Tyne
in the eye, "You." After a very dramatic pause, Val added, "Seriously, if
you had tits and a cunt, I'd be doing you right now."

Tyne was completely speechless and a bit grossed out at the concept of
having a slimy cunt in place of his treasured dick. Val continued to stare
at Tyne until the searing gaze was too much for Tyne and he broke eye
contact and looked heavenward, breathing slightly heavier. Val continued to
stare at Tyne's body for a while. He was smaller than average for his age
but he wasn't weak looking. Instead, he was toned and fit, just not overly
muscular like Val. Val presumed that his fitness came from the Karate
workouts. After imagining making love to a female version of Tyne, Val
looked away and stared at the sky also breathing a little heavier. Val felt
the tip of his erection pushing up the waistband of his boxers covered with
the King's logo.

Without looking back towards, Val, Tyne said in a small voice, "I have
tits. They're just not as big as Lizzy's or even your sister's." As soon as
Tyne said that his face grew hot and he wished he could suck the words back
in.

Val snapped his head back toward Tyne and said, "What? Why did you mention
my sister? Are you fucking with me again? Because if you are, it's really
not funny. You killed it already."

"Oh God. Did I say that out loud?" Tyne sputtered. Val continued to
glare. "Okay, the truth is that last night, your sister walked in on me in
the bathroom when I was naked. When I was going back down the hall, she
called to me and flashed her tits to me saying that we were even. She
offered to let me touch them." Tyne had no idea what Val would do because
he knew how protective he was of his sister.

Val glared for a minute longer, then seeing the nervous uncertainty in
Tyne's expression, he started to laugh. "She's got a huge crush on you, I
could tell. It runs in the family, I guess. But, I didn't know she'd do
something that forward. I have to talk to her about being a nasty little
cock teaser."

"Whew. Thanks for not being pissed at me over it. It was completely
innocent on my part. And, don't be too hard on her over the cock teaser
thing. I don't think she can help it. I think it just runs in the
Hardcastle genes to get horny over me. I just hope to hell your mom doesn't
hit on me." Tyne grinned and added, "Like that boner poking its head out of
your boxers for instance. I'm guessing that's my fault. If you don't cover
that beast up, I'm gonna lose all control and have to come over there and
jump your damn bones."

Val peeked down at himself and smiled. "Sorry about that, but it's your
fault. I was thinking about you being a chick instead of having a dick and
how I'd be ravishing your body right now if you were." Tyne just shook his
head. Val sat up and unrolled his pants and pulled them on. Then he pulled
his T-shirt on and started to pull on his socks and shoes. "Let's hike
upstream a bit and explore, before this gets out of hand ... or maybe in
hand. Maybe we can even go check out the ghost town up on the hill."

"Sounds good." Tyne sat up and started dressing as well. "It's interesting,
how we can talk with each other about sex stuff even though your straight
and I'm gay. It's really a weird dynamic," Tyne said.

"What's dynamic mean? I thought that meant like a superhero or
something. You know, like 'dynamic duo'."

"It means that too, but I used it more like a weird ... umm ... situation
or aspect to a relationship."

"Oh, okay. Yeah it is a weird dynamic. I never really knew I could like a
gay guy, but you're so easy to talk to. Plus, you're so F'n cute. I just
wish I could talk to girls as easily as I can talk to you."

"You can if you just try. Forget about thinking about the sexual part with
them and become friends first. Maybe if you don't think of every
conversation as some kind of mating ritual designed to help you get laid,
you can relax and be more of yourself."

"That's it! I really think you nailed it. That's exactly what I'm
subconsciously thinking around girls. I'm always worried I'll come off
stupid and it'll hurt my chances of getting anywhere with them and then I
really do say something stupid because of it. I'm always trying too hard to
be funny or clever so I can impress a girl and have a chance at having sex
with her. That's kind of sick when I think about it straight out like
that."

Tyne chuckled. "I'll send you my bill in the mail for the therapy session."
Tyne pulled on his socks. "Damn things are still damp. Icky."

The two of them picked up the lunch and folded the blankets and put it all
back in the truck. Then they walked side by side to the end of the lake
where a single file trail started up the hill alongside the creek that fed
into the lake. Along the way, Val pointed out several small, still pools
where he thought the fishing would be good. He joked that he had to try
some place other than the gay fish bar at the lake to catch something
later.

"Yeah, you have to be careful. You never know what you might catch in those
gay fish bars," Tyne joked. "We better both get tested when we get home."

Val shook his head and kicked backwards toward Tyne's groin area, but Tyne
reacted with a blocking kick that toppled Val off balance. He tripped and
rolled over the bank and into the creek. He cried out, "Arrgghh! Look what
you F'n did! You got me soaked, you dork. You are so going in." Val
scrambled and clawed his way up the bank as Tyne's waist-bending laughter
turned to a shriek. Tyne took off running up the trail, laughing and
shrieking. Val pursued and when he caught him, he was winded. Tyne was
slower but he had more endurance than Val expected.

Val wrapped his arms around Tyne's waist and tackled him. They rolled
together off the trail, into the grass and over into the creek. Both of
them were completely soaked. They came up laughing and splashing each
other. After a five minute water fight, Val sat on a rock and said, "Hey,
this water isn't even that cold."

"You're right?! I wonder why?" Tyne agreed. "Did you piss in it? You know
that's against the seven rules."

"Shut up. Maybe it's because it's shallow enough for the sun to warm it."

"I don't think that's it since the water's flowing."

"Let's hike up and see if we can find out why it is then?" Val
suggested. Since they were already soaked they just hiked up through the
creek and Tyne thought it was kind of fun doing that. He actually saw a
couple of trout dart around his feet as he hiked up. They reached a spot
where another, smaller creek fed into the larger one they were hiking in.

"This little one's hot," Tyne said as he walked over toward the incoming
creek.

"The one we're in is colder up above where the two join. I think this small
one must come from a natural hot spring. Let's hike up and see if we can
find the spring." Val pulled his hand from the water and stood upright,
smashing his head on a low hanging branch. "OW! Dammit!"

"Oh, man, are you okay? How's your head? Has it been hurting you today?"

"Not 'til now. That's gonna give me a headache though." Val rubbed his
crown. "Let's go."

Not far up the hillside, they crested a rocky ledge and there was a small
oval pool large enough to accommodate maybe four or five people. The water
bubbling up from the bottom of it was crystal clear. There was a small rock
shelf about twelve to eighteen inches beneath the surface on one side and
the bottom of the pool was filled with coarse sand. Val reached down and
dabbed his fingers into the water and then submerged his full hand. "It's
perfect. Let's get in. Maybe our clothes will dry some if we hang them on
the branches in the sun."

"I don't know. Is it safe? What if there are some weird chemicals in the
water or something."

"Chill, would you? You worry too much." Val was already pulling off his
soggy shoes and socks. He worked his way out of his wet t-shirt and then
unzipped his pants. Val pulled his pants and boxers off in one smooth
motion and gathered everything to drape over the branches. "Tyne, please
help me wring out my shirt and pants."

Tyne was visibly ogling Val's nice package. His long, thick penis was
visibly shorter from being cold and damp, but it still hung loosely over
his baseball sized pouch. His testicles were drawn up tight into a nice
scrunched up handful. "What?"

"My wet clothes. Help me wring the water out and then I'll help you with
yours." Tyne accepted the pant legs and gripped them tightly while Val
twisted the waist. Once they were all twisted, they each turned their hands
in opposite directions to wring as much water as possible from them. They
repeated the process on Val's shirt. "You strip now while I hang these up
and I'll help you wring yours out."

Tyne was nervous. He watched Val's gorgeous, athletic body as he stepped
gingerly amongst the rocks in his bare feet toward the trees. Reluctantly,
Tyne peeled off his wet t-shirt and then sat down to remove his shoes and
socks.  Val returned and Tyne handed Val his shirt. They twisted it and got
a lot of water out. "Now let's do your pants."

"I'll just leave them on."

"That's stupid. Why? We should use the sun while we can." Tyne shuffled his
feet.

"Why are you so afraid to get undressed in front of me?" Val put his hands
on his narrow waist, practically pointing to his dangling goods on full
display.

"I'm not. I just want to keep my pants on. Why do you keep trying to get me
naked?"

"I'm not." Val knew it wasn't true and he knew he wasn't convincing.

"Yes you are. Don't lie. Why?"

"All right. I told you already there's something about you that I'm
attracted to, more than just a normal friend. You've seen me naked. Hell,
you've F'n felt me up and kissed my dick. I'm curious, all right.  I wanna
see what you've got. I want to see the whole package. No other guy has ever
interested me like you. I can't deny that you get to me and I can't explain
why. So now you tell me the truth. Why are you so afraid of me seeing you
naked? It's one of two things. I'm guessing either you're embarrassed
because your small down there or because you're boned up."

"Both actually. I am small, certainly compared to you, but smaller than
average from what I saw at Dicksneyland. And, there's absolutely no way I
can be naked around you and not get boned up. It seems weird to do that
since you aren't gay and I really don't want to lose you as a friend. Sex
messes up friendships. I've seen it. Look at you and Nick."

"I don't care about any of that. I don't care what size your dick is and I
don't care if you get boned in front of me. I want you to,
actually. Partly, it's just you trusting me enough to let me see you
naked. I don't even know if that makes any sense, but somehow being naked
together makes a statement between guys that we completely accept the other
one. No barriers."

Tyne sighed and stood there with his guts wrenching. Slowly, he reached
down to the snap of his jeans, but then he paused, uncertain if he really
should do it.



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