Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2005 14:42:26 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Zeke, Chapter 48

Zeke Chapter 48
By David Lee

Warning:
This story contains scenes of love and sexual interaction.  Much of this
involves males with other males.  If the reading or possessing of such
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The author retains all rights to this original story.  Please do not publish
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Disclaimer:
This story is completely fictional.  Most of the places mentioned, and none
of the characters exist in real life.  Some may possess physical or
personality characteristics of people I know or have known.  But if you see
yourself in this story, your imagination is better than mine!

Zeke is a romantic story centering on the lives of high school kids.  Lovers
of other ages may appear, but not normally in a cross-generational sense.
References to sex with under-age kids may be made for the sake of the story
line.  However, I feel that child molestation is a crime and should not be
glorified or tolerated.

If you just interested in hot stories that will get you off, or if
references to religion and God offend you, you should probably read
something else.  While there are some steamy scenes, this story is about
love, not just sex.

If you are still interested in reading this, I hope you will enjoy the
story.

This is my fourth attempt at writing fiction.  My other stories on Nifty
include: Always and Forever (March 25, 2004) under High School, Brad and
Alan's Canoe Trip (April 23, 2004) under Camping, and Jacob and Jacques (May
5, 2004) under High School.  Some characters from previous stories have
cameo roles in this one.  However, you need not read them first.  This is
another story of kids at Cosgrove High.


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you like the story.  Please include Zeke in the title of your e-mail.  I get
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Finally, thanks and hugs to Tim who edits for me so that there are fewer
typos!


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Zeke, Chapter 48

Bryan and Zeke awakened early because they had gone to bed early.  They had
time to nuzzle and cuddle before getting ready for church.  The cuddling
escalated.  Their hungry lips and tongues found various interesting body
parts to kiss and lick.  Some nibbling went on as well.  It was an
experience of almost pure lust.  With the blizzard and its complications, it
had been a couple of days since they had been able to satisfy each other.

Bryan reached into the nightstand drawer for some lotion.

"Are you going to take me?" Zeke asked half hoping, half fearful.

"No, I'm going to get us both slicked up so we can wrestle these two
anacondas between us." Bryan giggled.

The slick body surfaces that resulted cut down on the friction.  That meant
that both of them held out longer than they might have. It was the sounds of
pleasure and the tongue wresting that finally pushed them over the crest of
the wave that they tried to ride as long as possible.

The length of time that they spent served to build up expectation to the
breaking point.  When at last they came, it was a tsunami.  Since their cum
was mixed with lubricant, they felt it was better to wash it down the shower
drain than to lick it off. The sweet-smelling lotion didn't appeal to them
though it did help mask the aroma of male sex.

Later, as they were eating breakfast, there was a knock on the door at the
head of the stairs.

"Come in, it's open." Zeke called.

Craig came down the stairs to talk to them.  He looked somber.

"We didn't want to tell you last night because we didn't want to spoil your
moment, but you need to know before going to church.  The bus carrying your
team to the meet was hit by a semi.  There were several injuries.  The bus
driver and two boys were killed."

"Oh, no!" both boys exclaimed at once.

"Jerry Phelps and Wayne Nichols died.  Lonny Peters, Terry Shultz, and Coach
Newman are all in the hospital.  They are expected to make full recovery
according to this morning's news."

Both Jerry and Wayne were new to the team and not well known by the boys.
Jerry had transferred in as a sophomore and Wayne was a freshman.  They were
the two kids who always wanted to ride up in the "shotgun" position on the
bus.  It was a spot that Zeke and Bryan had often claimed as their
territory, but had sometimes given up to the younger pair.

"Was Mr. Ferguson driving?" Zeke asked.

"Yes." Craig answered.

The boys wept for their teammates and the driver.  Those kids were too young
to die.  They hadn't had a chance to live yet.  It wasn't fair.  Craig stood
there embracing both of them.  He had seen this kind of loss in the
military.  It was never easy to lose someone who was a part of your team.

Ferguson was a good old guy.  He never had a bad word for anyone.  He was
always patient with the antics of his passengers.  He would be missed too.

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At church, the mood was sad and quiet.  Everyone knew about the bus
accident.  Pastor Liz mentioned it in the announcements and prayed for the
families of the deceased as well as those who were in the hospital.

Zeke and Bryan counted themselves lucky or blessed.  They could easily have
been in the front seat.  Wow!  What a weekend it had been.  How did one get
past it?

After a hasty lunch, the boys went to the hospital to visit their friends.
They stopped in Lon's room first.  Aaron and Bryce were there.  Aaron was
spoon-feeding Lonny his lunch since both of Lonny's wrists and hands were in
partial casts.  He had braced himself when he saw the truck coming toward
them.  The impact had broken several bones.  If he had dropped to the floor
and gone limp, he might have fared better, but who would think of that in a
split second?

Bryce was just as attentive to Lonny as Aaron was.  Lon was in good hands.
Sophie stood back and let the boys fuss over her son.  She would have her
chance later.  Aaron needed to do this to give back to the kid who had saved
his life.  She understood.

Next, the boys went to visit Terry.  They didn't know him that well because
he was very shy, but he was a team member after all.  The near-death
experience made him more talkative than usual.  His parents were pleased to
see two of his peers coming to visit.  Because he wasn't outgoing, Terry had
few friends.

Terry was not as badly hurt as Lon, but had suffered a concussion and was
kept for observation.  Other than a killer headache that was only partially
subdued with pain medication, there seemed to be no serious damage.  He
would be released in the morning most likely.

Finally, Bryan and Zeke went to see their coach.  He had a roomful of
visitors already, but welcomed his young friends with a huge smile.  The
Newman's were all there as were Luke and Carol.  Some other wrestlers had
been in earlier.

Doug choked up when he talked about Wayne, Jerry, and Mr. Ferguson.  They
would be sorely missed.  He was worried about Terry and Lon.  He felt better
when the boys assured him that those two were going to be okay.  However,
Lonny would be out for the rest of the season.  The doctors would make a
decision about Terry.  They didn't want him to do anything that would give
him another concussion anytime soon.

Doug's injuries were not life-threatening.  He would have a cast on his
right leg for several weeks, but would be able to get around on crutches.
Carol was going to baby him as much as she could.  It was almost comical
watching her as she plumped up his pillow and got him more ice for his
water.  He could think of something else he would like her to do, but not
with a roomful of people.

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Monday was a bleak day at school.  Most teenagers don't think that death can
touch them.  When one of their own is taken, it shakes their whole reality
system.  When two or more die, the effect seems to multiply exponentially.

The day began with an assembly to remember Jerry, Wayne, and Ron Ferguson.
Some students read poetry.  Some spoke of the good times they had had with
the departed.  The choir sang a quiet, simple song that bordered on a hymn.
There was a moment of silence to remember the fallen friends, not prayer,
(since Dr. Carlson maintained a separation of church and state).   But, of
course, each person could use that silence as he or she wished.  Doubtless
there were many prayers offered for the victims and their families.

Grief counselors were available and some kids used their services.  The
ones, who had good informal support systems of family or buddies, did not.
Zeke, Bryan, Aaron, and Bryce fell into the latter category.  They had each
other.  At noon that day, Zeke and Bryan stood up when the younger boys
joined them at the lunch table.  They all hugged for several moments.  It
was a scene that was repeated at various tables, so no one thought it odd.

As they left the cafeteria, Sam, Rachel, and a number of other kids came up
and hugged the wrestlers.  A counselor who was across the room felt a tug at
her heartstrings as she witnessed the level of concern and sensitivity that
students were exhibiting toward one another.  It gave her hope.

When Bryan checked his e-mail after school, there were messages from Marc
and Trevor expressing sympathy.  They asked for addresses to send cards to
the families and also to the guys who were injured; Coach Newman included.
Zeke had duplicate messages on his account.

The boys looked up the information to send back.  In doing so, Zeke remarked
that Terry lived fairly close by.  This kid had always been so shy that no
one took much notice of him.  Zeke thought that maybe they should change
that.

On Tuesday, Doug Newman was back as was Terry Schultz.  Students surrounded
Newman to let him know that he was missed.  No one noticed Terry; well,
almost no one.  He walked in with his head down knowing that this was just
one more day to get through.

Zeke spied Terry across the hall and nudged Bryan.  Bryan looked up knowing
that his lover was going to welcome another kid into their circle.  He was
proud that his buddy was so caring.

"Hey Terry, how's it hanging?" Zeke asked as he and Bryan strode over to
Terry's locker.

Terry's head snapped up as if he were being awakened from a dream.

"A little to the left; how about you?" He said, responding in the manner he
had heard his father and his uncles do.

Then his face flushed as he realized that he might have gone too far with
guys he didn't know well.  But his blushing turned to grinning as he saw the
reaction he was getting.

Bryan and Zeke were bending over laughing.  They had no idea this kid had a
sense of humor.

"We're hanging loose," Bryan responded when he caught his breath.

Bryan momentarily wondered if anyone in the hall had picked up on the fact
that he answered for Zeke as well as himself.  Well, if they did, they would
probably chalk it off to jock banter -- which it was.

They talked for a few minutes about the accident.  The warning bell rang
before they were finished.

"What time do you have lunch, Terry?" Zeke asked.

"Same as you."

Again Zeke was made aware of the fact that Terry seemed to blend in with the
furniture far too often.

"Well, join us at our usual table so we can continue this.  That is, if you
don't mind." Zeke added to make it sound more like an invitation and less
like an order.

"I'll be there!" Terry smiled as he hurried off to his first class.

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When lunch time rolled around, Zeke made sure that there was a place saved
for Terry.  He also made introductions when Terry arrived.  Terry blushed
some when he met the other guys, but he tried to smile and look them in the
eye.  That is what his dad always told him to do.

Terry was uncomfortable at being the star attraction at the table.  Everyone
wanted to hear his first-hand account of the crash.  He wasn't used to the
attention, but got through it pretty well once he relaxed.

Aaron had to give a report on Lonny's progress.  It sounded as if Lonny
might be back in school the next day.

"That is, if they can teach him to wipe his own butt with both hands in
casts." Aaron joked.

Some of the kids suggested that maybe Aaron or someone else could help him.
There was lots of giggling and no one seemed to take offense.

Toward the end of the lunch period, the conversations turned to other
lighter things including some sports rivalries.

Bryce and Aaron were extolling the benefits of swimming as a sport.  Zeke
and Bryan were equally boasting that wrestling was the best.

"Wrestling is a MANLY sport." Zeke said as he made his voice as deep as it
would go.

Then he hoped that he hadn't stirred up bad memories for Aaron.  But, Aaron
didn't seem to miss a beat.  He practically quoted what Bryan had said to
Aaron's father in the past summer.

"But, swimming is a clean sport.  It's better than rolling around on a mat
with another sweaty guy!" he suggested.

Zeke wiggled his eyebrows as he responded.

"Don't knock it if you haven't tried it!"

Everyone at the table broke into fits of laughter; even the ones who knew
that they loved doing just that.

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Lonny was going crazy with being confined to the hospital.  Fortunately, the
doctors wanted him up as much as he could be.  However that didn't take care
of his excess energy.  Once he was out of danger, he was raring to go again.

The casts on both hands cut down on the things that he could do.  He could
use the computer to an extent, but the going was tedious.  It was possible
to feed himself somewhat, but that too was slow and messy.  The most
embarrassing part really was having the nurse teach him to wipe his butt.
But, that wasn't the worst of it.

There was no privacy in the hospital.  That, coupled with his limited hand
movement and scratchy casts meant that he hadn't been able to get himself
off for several days.  The pressure was mounting.

His last night in the medical center, he had gone to sleep with a headache.
It had been nagging him off and on all afternoon.  He wasn't sure what was
wrong.  He didn't mention it because he was afraid of being kept for another
night.*

Sometime before dawn, he had a great dream in which there were several
people he knew.  Jennifer was licking the inside of his thighs while Aaron
was nibbling on his nipples.  He felt himself cuming and cuming.  As he
awakened, he felt the cooling wetness on his pubes.  Oh great!  Here was
something else for a nurse to clean up.  How humiliating!

Lonny got up carefully from his bed and headed into the adjoining bathroom.
There, he tried to wash away the evidence of his dream.  He couldn't really
do it right.  Fortunately, the briefs that he had begged his mother to bring
had absorbed most of the load.  He managed to get them off and into his sack
of dirty clothes.

He was naked, struggling to put on clean ones, when a young intern came in
to check on him.  The young man could sense what had happened by the smell
of sperm.  He took pity on Lon telling him to lie back down.  The intern got
a warm, damp washcloth and gently cleaned up Lonny's privates.  Then he
pulled up the clean briefs while Lon raised his hips to aid the operation.

"Thanks!" Lonny breathed.  "I hope that didn't gross you out too much."

"You're most welcome, dude.  There's nothing gross about fresh cum.  I just
put myself in your place and did what I would have wanted someone to do for
me."

Lon smiled at his rescuer and went back to sleep.  This time, his dreams
were not erotic.  He awakened two hours later feeling much better.  His
headache was completely gone.

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After school that day, Aaron and Bryce were at Lonny's house as soon as they
could get there.  Bryce just stayed on the bus until they got to Aaron's
neighborhood.  This was not that unusual since the boys would often spend
the late afternoon together at one residence or the other.

Lon fumbled with the front door lock, but soon managed to open it and let
his friends in.  They caught him up on the events of the day.  He offered
cokes, but said they would have to get them since he was "all thumbs" at the
moment.

"They even had to instruct me on how to wipe my ass without getting my cast
nasty," Lonny complained.

"Did they teach you how to jack off with those things?" Aaron had to know.

"No!  That's the most frustrating part about it.   I haven't been able to do
that in several days.  I even had a wet dream last night.  Lucky for me some
student doctor cleaned me up before the nurses saw it.  I would have been
really embarrassed."

"Well," Aaron said.  "Maybe we can help you out."

"Like what?" Lon asked.

"Like massage it for you." Bryce grinned.

"What makes you think I would let you?" Lon demanded.

"Hey, you're a guy.  You like it.  We're guys and we're your buddies.  It
would be the kind thing to do." Bryce responded.  "I'm sure it wouldn't be
the first time."

"You told!" Lon scowled at Aaron.

"He guessed." Aaron replied.  "Now you have confirmed it."

"Hey, just because I'm not all white doesn't mean that I'm stupid!" Bryce
countered with a fake frown.

"Damn!  Will you get off of the race kick?" Lonny yelled.  "Get over it!
Just because you have a perpetual tan and curlier pubes that I do, doesn't
make you special.  I'm sure that your shit stinks too!"

Bryce giggled.  He loved teasing about color now that he felt accepted by
his buddies.

"So, you've been checking out my pubes!" Bryce bantered.

"Well yeah, everyone checks out everyone else at least once." Lon shot back.

"Let's strip him and have our way with him." Aaron suggested.  "If we
overpower him, he can't feel that it's gay because he can't fight back.  I
saw his mom's schedule on the fridge.  She won't be home for a couple of
hours."

Lonny grinned.  The thought of having someone do this to him was rather
appealing.  He hoped that they weren't just teasing and would carry through.

Aaron unzipped Lonny's jeans.  Lonny raised his butt to help in their
removal.  Bryce worked on Lon's shirt and T-shirt.  Again Lon did what he
could to aid the process.  Finally, both friends pulled down his briefs.

The other two undressed each other while he watched.  His cock was getting
harder by the moment.  Then he began to worry.

"I know that you guys are boyfriends.  Are you sure you want to do this with
me?"

"Yeah," Bryce said.  "We discussed it.  We wouldn't do this with just anyone
and neither of us will do it alone with you.  That would be cheating.  But
if we are both involved, it is just a bit of boy-fun."

Lonny had thought a while back that he had outgrown "boy-fun", but now he
could hardly wait for it to begin.  (The emphasis being: "HARD-ly".)

Both boys began by licking Lon's nipples.  He couldn't believe how good it
felt to have someone do that again.  Bryce stayed with the chest area while
Aaron worked his tongue on the inside of Lon's sturdy legs.  Lonny was
writhing in ecstasy.

Bryce worked down as Aaron worked up.  They met in a most intriguing place!
Aaron licked from Lon's balls to the tip of his dripping cock-head.  Bryce
ran his tongue from Lon's pubes up to the same spot.  Their tongues wrestled
with each other and the exposed end of Lonny's dick.  He was moaning and
bucking.

"I'm gonna cum!" he screamed.

And cum he did!  The first shot landed on his face and succeeding ones
created a pattern of spots down to his navel.  Despite his wet dream, his
balls had still been loaded.  His tongue snaked out to retrieve what it
could reach on his cheek.

After his cock quit twitching, Aaron got a wet cloth to wash him off.  He
wouldn't have minded licking Lon clean, but he felt like that would be going
too far even if his boyfriend agreed to do it too.

"You guys are awesome!" Lonny cried.  "I love you both.  But you must be
hurting.  Why don't you do each other and I'll watch?  That would be so
cool!"

That sounded very hot to his buddies.  They quickly assumed the 69 pose on
the carpet by his bed and went to work.  They lay on their sides so that Lon
could have an unobstructed view.  Naturally the earlier stimulation had them
close to bursting already.  When, in a few minutes, they filled each other's
mouths, they didn't waste a drop of these generous loads.

"How often do you usually get off, Lon?" Bryce asked when he found the
breath to speak.

"Usually at least once a day."

"Okay, we'll try to help you when we can.  We may not get to CUM every day,
and some may have to be quickies, but we will do our best," Bryce giggled.

Lonny smiled.  He assured them that he would be happy for whatever mercy
they wanted to show to a shut-in.

"Shut-in, Hell!" Aaron laughed.  "You are going back to school tomorrow if I
am not mistaken.

"Yeah, I have to get back to the old grind.  Because you guys brought my
assignments, I won't be too far behind.  Could you stay a little longer and
type up some stuff on the computer for me?"

As soon as they were all dressed again, the boys began helping him with his
work.  Bryce typed while Aaron tutored Lon in math (they were in the same
class).  And that is the happy little domestic scene that greeted Sophie
when she came home to start the evening meal.

She had the other boys call home to ask permission to stay for dinner.  She
wanted to reward them.  Little did she know that they had all been mutually
rewarded before she had arrived.


Author's note:

*At the age of 13, I often suffered headaches during the day when I was
about to have a wet dream that night.  Did that happen to any of you?  Once
I learned to jack off on a regular basis, the problem went away!

Some new guys have written: Michael and Bill are the latest.  Thanks to all
who have written since the last posting.  These include: Scottie, Richard
J., Gary, J.C., Tom, Ghost, Rad, and Mike.

Mike sent me this address for the guy who writes: A New Life.
(theeggman61@yahoo.com)  Eggman has been discouraged lately because of lack
of feedback.  If you have read his work and like it, please tell him so!  If
you don't like it, keep it to yourself!