Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 15:55:09 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Zeke, Chapter 61

Zeke, Chapter 61
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
material as this is illegal in your country, state, province, county,
municipality, etc., please leave this site immediately and do not proceed
further.  If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so.
It is not my intention to offend anyone or to get you in trouble.

The author retains all rights to this original story.  Please do not publish
without explicit authorization from me.

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.


Our only reward for contributing to Nifty is your e-mails.  Please write if
you like the story.  Please include Zeke in the title of your e-mail.  I get
a lot of spam!


If you want to read some stuff just to "light your fire," you might look at:
masturbateforpeace.com.  It will give you a new reason to be a peace
activist!

Finally, thanks and hugs to Tim who edits for me so that there are fewer
typos!


dlee169@hotmail.com

Zeke, Chapter 61

Carson and Sean's attack on Bryce was the talk of the school the next day.
Will was hailed as a hero for having helped Bryce.  Will felt pretty good
about himself that day.  He had wondered which way opinions would go.  Even
some of the guys who usually hung with the bullies seemed to think that Will
had done the right thing.  The climate of Cosgrove High was changing for the
better and Will was a part of that change.

Zeke was meeting with Cathy Epworth about the new anti-bullying policy that
was being formed.  The subject of yesterday's attack came up of course.

"I've been in contact with the judge this morning," Ms. Epworth stated.  "I
think that we might work out a way to adjust those boys' attitudes that
might be more effective than what the juvenile system usually does.  Judge
Walkerton agrees with me.  With the help of student council, I propose that
we set up a school court.  We will work with the government classes to make
it as much like a real-life situation as possible.  Someone will act as the
district attorney.   Someone else will be a defense lawyer.  We will have a
judge and jury.  Assuming that they are convicted, the two boys will face
sentencing.  Ms. Walkerton said that she will come to oversee it so that
justice is truly served.  There is another hearing scheduled for tomorrow.
>From the present evidence and the boys' confessions, she feels that Sean and
Carson will spend from one to three years in reform school.  Carson's use of
the broken bottle as a weapon could earn him a higher sentence. However, she
will suspend both sentences if our students can come up with a better
solution.  If the kids don't come up with serious enough penalties or if the
bullies don't fulfill their obligations, she will impose the original
sentences.  What do you think?"

Zeke responded positively.  He thought about Ted lying dead in his grave.
What if Ted had had that kind of intervention?  Then, he wondered how Will
and Bryce would feel about this.  Would they think that this was letting the
bullies off too easy?

At lunch, Zeke briefed the kids at his table about the possible student
court action.  The response that he got was generally as positive as his
own.  Will even voiced what Zeke had been thinking about Ted.

"I wish my brother had had that chance before he got in so deep."

Then turning to Bryce and Aaron he continued: "I don't mean after what he
did to you guys or holding those other dudes a gunpoint.  That was bad!"

"Hey," Bryce said, "It wasn't any worse than what Carson was trying to do to
you!  If it hadn't been for that old lady, I don't know how it might have
turned out."

All at the table agreed that old Aunt Mary had quite possibly prevented
bloodshed.  Aaron squeezed Bryce's hand under the table.  Bryce squeezed
Will's shoulder with his other hand.  Both knew how close they had come to
getting seriously hurt.

After school, Zeke, Bryan, Bryce, and Will went to see Ms. Epworth.  Aaron
came along, of course.  She was pleased to hear from them so soon.

"Since you all agree with the plan, I will call Judge Walkerton immediately.
  By the way, her first name is Judy.  But if you call her "Judge Judy," you
are likely to find yourself in contempt of court!"

Cathy Epworth made the call, but had to leave a voice message since "Judge
Judy" was hearing a case at the moment.  At least the wheels of justice were
beginning to turn.

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Since it was a beautiful day, Bryan wanted to invite Bryce and Aaron over to
swim for awhile before dinner.  But he couldn't very well extend the
invitation while Will was there unless he invited Will too.  He decided to
put most of the cards on the table.

"How many of you would like to go skinny dipping in my parents' pool?" he
asked.

Bryce and Aaron nodded.  Will put his thumb up and said: KEWL!  Bryan had
his answer as to whether Will would be embarrassed about baring his butt.

On the way to the Stillwell house, the three younger guys were stuffed into
the back of the convertible.  Will was on one side and Aaron on the other
with Bryce straddling the hump.

Will laughed at how close they were all sitting.

"Why don't you just sit on your boyfriend's lap?  You know you want to!"

Then he realized he had outed Bryce and Aaron in front of the seniors.

"Shit!" he said chastising himself for opening his mouth.  "I've done it
again!"

"It's okay, Will, they know," Bryce responded.

"Wow!" Will exclaimed.  "Does the whole world know?"

"No," Aaron said.  "Just be careful about what you say around school.  These
guys know, our families know, and you know, but that is it!"

"Are you okay about skinny dipping with gays?" Zeke asked of Will.

"Sure, as long as no one tries to put it up my ass."

Then he thought of Ted and got really quiet.  An unbidden tear rolled down
his cheek.  He quickly brushed it away lest the others see it.  He would be
embarrassed.

Bryce did see it.  He put his arm around Will's shoulders and squeezed.
That caused a few more tears to flow; but this time, Will didn't try to hide
them.  He knew he was among friends.  He was beginning to feel at home with
these guys.  He didn't care who loved whom, they were good buddies to him.

No one did anything "naughty" in the pool or hot tub, though there was a bit
of good-natured grab-ass as there often is among guys.

After about an hour and a half, Zeke drove the younger boys over to Bryce's
house.  That was cool since Aaron was eating dinner with Bryce and Will
lived across the street.  Bryan stayed at his parents' house to give the
other guys more room in the car.  He and Zeke were going to have dinner with
Brad and Mary anyway.  He stayed in the spa waiting for Zeke to return.

Zeke made a detour to Wal-Mart.  Zeke's step dad/uncle, Craig, had told him
about some compression underwear that was on sale and Zeke wanted to buy
some for Bryan and him to wear under their shorts in gym class.  The Starter
brand boxer-briefs were going at a good price and he bought two pairs for
each of them -- two blacks and two whites.  He used the cell phone to let
Bryan know where he was.

Bryan was still naked, waiting for Zeke to return.  He heard a car in the
drive.  Then he heard the garage door going up.  He knew that this car must
be his mother's so he slipped into some swim shorts.

Mary told him that she was going to get his father to grill that evening
since she didn't have much time to prepare dinner.  She had picked up some
steaks at Fareway and some other side dishes as well.  Fall meant a lot of
work for returning teachers.

Bryan got out of the spa to start the grill and help Mary get things going.
He knew that she had put in a long day already.

After dinner, the boys went back to their apartment.  Zeke was grinning on
the way.

"Wait until you see the cool support-shorts I bought us for gym.  These were
designed by people who understand male anatomy.  Craig told me about them
after I complained about getting my balls pinched by those other ones we
tried.  He said those other ones were like a cheap hotel -- no ballroom!"

Bryan laughed.

"I've never heard that saying, but it makes sense.  I can't wait to try
these on.  We can check each other for "comfort."

The minute they got into their place, they stripped down and pulled on the
new articles of clothing.

"These ARE great," Bryan exclaimed.  "They have adequate accommodations for
my balls.  These are like a good hotel!"

Despite the "accommodations," the bulges in the front of the underwear were
growing.  The boys moved toward each other.  They placed their hands on each
other's butts and pulled their crotches together.  The polyester and Lycra
fabric didn't do much to dull the sense of touch.  The bulges touched and
rubbed together.  The rubbing increased.

They had been horny all afternoon.  Now they had the chance to do something
about it.  Bryan knelt to suck the damp spot on the front of Zeke's
underwear.  Though the fabric was double thickness in the cup area, it was
not so thick as to dampen the feeling.  Zeke was groaning his appreciation
and making little thrusting motions.

Zeke pulled Bryan up and changed places.  He held Bryan's butt tightly as he
began to gnaw on his package.  Bryan was in heaven, but he didn't want to
cum just yet.  He pulled Zeke into a standing position and began to rub
their crotches together again.  This action was accompanied by a lot of
tongue sucking.  It was almost like they were fucking each other's mouths
with their tongues.

Both pulled each other's compression shorts down at the same time.  They
didn't bother to pull them all the way off.  There wasn't time!  They got on
the floor in the 69 position just in time to finish each other off.

Then they took a quick shower before going up to see Craig and Grace.
Actually, they went up to see Zach who was still not in bed.  He was pleased
to have his playmates visit.  After a little while, they lay down on the
floor with him.  He went to sleep curled up between them.  Zeke fell asleep
for a few minutes as well.  He woke up at the flash of the camera.  Grace
was preserving this moment for Zach's baby book.

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Back in their apartment, they boys decided to e-mail Skip.  He must have
been on line when Zeke wrote, because the reply came back almost
immediately.  Skip was eager to tell them about his school year.  He was
being picked on and he hated school.  He sounded very down, but seemed to be
cheered by the fact that the guys had contacted him.

Bryan wrote back to encourage Skip to talk to his grandmother.  Bryan was
sure that she would do her best to fix things.  He said that his and Zeke's
thoughts and prayers were with Skip.  He urged Skip not to give up.

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Within the week the student court system, with Zeke appointed as judge,
began to take shape.  On the first day of proceedings, Carson and Sean
smirked as they sat waiting to be called before the group.  This was going
to be a piece of cake.  Their peers would never deal out a punishment that
was too hard.  Besides, some of their friends were in the room.  They had to
act "cool."

Cathy Epworth wasn't going to devote the whole day to this matter.  The
court would meet for the hour usually reserved for student council.  That
way, kids wouldn't miss other classes.  She wanted this to be as real as
possible and she wanted it to teach some lessons, but she knew that other
subjects were important as well.

At the end of the third session, Carson and Sean began to wonder if this was
going to be as easy as they had thought.  Their confessions were read and
three witnesses testified.  Aunt Mary was pleased to participate as she told
her story dramatically.  The twelve students who were the jurors hung on
every word.

When all of the testimony had been heard, the defense team had a chance to
try to get their "clients" off.  They took the job seriously, but had little
to present.  The defendants had confessed.  They were caught dead to rights.

During the fourth session, the verdict of guilty was read before the court.
Then, the jurors were charged with selecting an appropriate punishment from
a list of possible ones.

When all was said and done, Carson and Sean had to do the following:  They
had to pay for a new bicycle for Bryce.  Since his brand new one had been
scratched as well as having a ruined wheel, the students decided that total
replacement was the only option.

Second, the perpetrators had to make a formal apology to their victims in
front of a school assembly.

Third, the boys must both remain clean and sober for the length of the
sentence.  This meant submitting to weekly drug tests.  If they didn't pass,
or if anyone found them drinking, they would automatically be remanded to
the county court to serve their original sentences.

Fourth, they were sentenced to complete a large number of hours in community
service in supervised programs.  Since Sean was the planner, he would have
to put in 200 hours.  Carson got that plus another 100 for the dangerous
weapon charge.  Those hours were to be performed at two sites.  About half
would be served in the community soup-kitchen which provided meals for the
homeless.  The other half would be done in the public schools helping with
the after-school reading and tutoring program for minority students.

The jury felt that these two boys needed a lot of exposure to kids of
different ethnic and racial backgrounds to make them more sensitive.  It was
hoped that they might learn better things than they would at the boys' state
training school.

It was a very subdued pair of boys who left the student court in the company
of their parents on the last day of the hearings.  They knew that this
wasn't going to be a picnic, but they also knew that if they screwed up this
chance they would be doing harder time in captivity.  It was a lot to think
about.  Neither was getting any sympathy from his parents.

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Bryan and Zeke were also pensive on their drive home after the hearing.  In
light of the attack on Bryce and the new associate principal's general
campaign against bullying, they both thought that this might be a good time
to create a club or organization that would help gay kids.  They tossed
around a few ideas for what it would entail and what it might be called.
Zeke got a grin on his face as he suggested they call it: Fraternal
Association of Gay Students.  Since prepositions are often left out of
acronyms, it could be FAGS.  Bryan laughed, but said that he wasn't sure how
that would fly.  He knew, of course, that Zeke was being facetious.

As their discussion continued, they began to think about kids who were
straight, bi-sexual, confused, poor, disabled, and merely different because
of social or ethnic backgrounds.  Perhaps they needed to broaden their ideas
for an organization that would promote acceptance of others whatever their
orientation or outlook.  Even creating dialog between politically
conservative and liberal kids would be good.  Finding middle ground in this
age of polarization couldn't hurt.

At the next student council meeting, Zeke brought up the proposition of
creating a student alliance that would promote understanding among all
students whatever their differences.  He asked homeroom reps to come up with
suggestions and also to challenge the kids in their homerooms to think about
it.

Bryce raised his hand and asked to address the council.

"You all know what happened to Will Dye and me recently.  I was the target,
but Will nearly got cut because he was kind enough to come to my rescue.  I
am used to being on the outside because I'm a half-breed and most people
assume that I am gay.  Whether I am or not is my business!  I've been called
`nigger', `fag', and a lot other things I shouldn't say here."

The group of leaders in the room gasped at his use of words.  Bryce had
their attention for sure.  So, he continued.

"Will isn't mixed race or gay, yet he risked himself for me.  There are a
lot more decent kids like him in this school who would do something similar
to help a friend or neighbor.  I'm not saying that to take away from what he
did, only to say that others might step forward too if we had a club or
something that made it cool to care about other people rather than put them
down."

After Bryce sat down, the room remained very quiet as students thought about
what he had said.

Zeke took the floor again to continue stimulating thought on the formation
of an association to promote harmony among students.

"Initially, we (he said tilting his head toward Bryan) were thinking about
establishing a gay/straight alliance because we feel that there is a need
for that.  We thought about SAGA -- Straight And Gay Alliance.  But, just
like Bryce said, kids get picked on for other things that they have no
control over either.  Kids get teased for being smarter than others, for
having less ability than others, for skin color, for cultural and language
differences, and the list goes on.  Too many people in our world try to make
themselves feel better by putting someone else down.  That is why I believe
that we need to create an organization that will help us to care about our
classmates even if they are different and even if we don't agree with them.
It's about tolerance and respect."

A sober looking group of school leaders left the student council room.  They
were beginning to do the serious thinking.  Some of them had volunteered to
be homeroom reps so that they would be more visible and popular at school.
Some had thought it would look good on their records when they applied for
college.  Now, most were beginning to view this as a job that had some
substance.  Wow!  Maybe they could make a difference.

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The days of late summer began to shorten as the chill of fall began to fill
the air.  It was nearly time of homecoming activities.  This time of year
brought back memories of past "dating" experiences.  Bryan and Zeke were
tired of living a secret life.  They made an appointment with Ms. Epworth
before the homecoming assembly.

At that assembly, Zeke presided as the emcee in his capacity as student
council president.  He introduced the juniors who would be announcing the
finalist for king and queen.  Then he motioned for Bryan to join him at the
mike.

"I am here to clear the air about some of the rumors that have been floating
around this school about Bryan and me.  It seems that some of you think that
we are gay because we haven't dated that much."

A self-conscious snicker passed through the audience.

He continued.

"Just because guys don't date a lot doesn't necessarily mean that they are
gay.  However, in our case, it is true.  We have both asked that our names
be withdrawn from the list of finalists.  That is, assuming that either of
us made that list."

Then, he and Bryan hugged as they went to sit in the senior section.  The
entire gym was hushed.  No one could believe that Zeke had come out of the
closet with Bryan in front of the whole school and done it so causally.

One of the staff members in charge of the list of homecoming candidates
motioned for Ms. Epworth to come.  He showed her the list.  Both guys were
on it.

Someone from the senior section (it was later determined that it was Joey
Aldrich) stood up and asked that the guys' names be kept on the list.
Someone else stood up and seconded the motion.  He started a rhythmic
clapping.  Pretty soon, more and more people in the stands were on their
feet joining the applause.  Not everyone stood.  There were those who would
never accept anyone who was different than they, but well over half were
supportive.

Zeke sat with tears in his eyes.  Despite his cool exterior, coming out to
the whole school had been a traumatic event.  Neither guy had slept well the
night before.  They had had no idea how their news would be received.

Cathy Epworth conferred with both boys before taking the mike and quieting
the crowd.

"These two young men are overwhelmed by your show of understanding.  They
are still insistent that they do not wish to be candidates for homecoming
king.  One of them said that he might consider it if the other could be
voted `queen.'  I'm quoting here; I'm not making that up."

That remark brought laughter to the assembly.

"Since Mr. Adams and Mr. Stillwell came to me earlier to make their wishes
known.  Their names will be removed and the next two in line will be added
in their place.  I will personally announce each male candidate.  They will
not appear in alphabetically order.  I don't want anyone to know who has
taken their places."


At then end of the assembly, Bryan and Zeke were both hugged by several
staff members and students.  Mary Stillwell embraced them both as did Doug
Newman and his wife Carol (among others).

A number of students gave them high-fives.  Among those were Lonny and Sam.
The boys had come out to both of them before making the public announcement.
  Neither had been surprised.

At lunch, things were pretty normal.  The usual people sat at the table with
Bryan and Zeke.  A few others made sure to smile at them.  Some chose to
look the other way when they came by.

Things were looking pretty good.


When the last bell had rung for the day, Zeke and Bryan hurried to the
parking lot.  They really wanted to go home and catch a few winks before
dinner.  It had been a long day after a restless night.

As they neared their car, they saw a crowd standing around it.  The crowd
parted as they got closer.  Then they saw what the attraction was.  Their
beautiful white car had been sprayed with red paint crudely spelling: "FAGS"
in large letters.  It was enough to make them want to cry.

Bryan whipped out his cell and called the police.  Within a matter of
minutes, Sgt. Danforth and his partner were on the scene.  They called for a
truck to take the car to the station where it could be carefully dusted for
fingerprints.

A shaken Bryan and Zeke went back into the building to wait for Mary to
drive them home when she got off.

The weary pair spent that night with the Stillwell's.  Mary wanted to have
them near.  She invited Craig and Grace to come for dinner.  It would be
mostly carry-out, but they could all be together.  She was sure that little
Zach's presence would be a healing balm.

She was right.  The little tyke was in rare form.  He entertained his two
godfathers making them forget about the crap that had come their way in the
past few hours.

Bryan drove Zeke over to the apartment in his mother's car.  After getting
what they needed for the following day, they went back to Bryan's old room
to sleep.

Zeke put things into perspective as they climbed into bed.

"Well, neither of us is hurt.  Nothing is damaged that can't be fixed.  Most
of our friends are still our friends.  It could be a lot worse.  If this is
the price I have to pay to tell the world that you are mine, then I will pay
it without reservation."

Bryan smiled at his lover.

"Baby, you have such a positive outlook on life.  I am very lucky to have
you.  We can face this together.  No one can ruin what we have.  I love you
with all of my heart."

The two guys settled down to soft kissing and cuddling.  Then they lay on
their backs holding each other's cocks.  The gentle stroking felt great.
The pace increased.

At the last possible moment, Zeke climbed on top of Bryan joining him in a
very deep kiss.  The volume of cum that flowed between them threatened to
bond them permanently in that position.  At that moment, it didn't seem like
a bad thing.

Bryan grabbed his briefs from the floor to clean them up enough to keep from
staining the sheets.  Relaxed and very tired, they fell asleep almost
immediately.

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Author's note:

I just got back from Alaskan trip.  We had a great time. Sorry to make this
shot.  I can't mention all the people who wrote or I won't get this out.

Please pray for Rad.  His Mom had a stroke while undergoing treatment and he
feels responsible because they suspect he has been visiting gay sites and
are angry with him.

Howie, I tried to respond, but the message bounced back.

Thanks to Mike (new responder) who got over being shy so that he wrote to
me.  Hey guys, there's no need to hesitate writing to authors.  We don't
bite (maybe nibble a little).  Also, I heard from John L. another new person
to write.  Thanks!  I love you guys!

David