Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2005 19:27:02 +0000
From: David Lee <dlee169@hotmail.com>
Subject: Zeke, Chapter 65

Zeke, Chapter 65
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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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  Please do not publish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.


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you like the story.  Please include Zeke in the title of your e-mail.  I get
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activist!

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


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Zeke, Chapter 65

Zeke and Bryan were both in Travis Naughton's creative writing class.  As an
assignment, the kids were supposed to update a nursery rhyme using nearly
the same meter as the original only bringing the content into the 21st
century.

One night, they boys were working on some possibilities.

"I think I have one," Zeke announce proudly.

"Little Jack Muter
At his computer
Sat updating his blog.
His hands in his pants,
He took a quick chance
To work his other log!"

Bryan rolled his eyes heavenward.

"I think that Naughton might appreciate it, but it isn't exactly "classroom
appropriate," he laughed.

Zeke grinned evilly as he launched into another one.

"Little Jack Forney
was feeling quite horny.."

"No, no!  You have got to get your mind off of sex."

"I can't, my `nads are full to the bursting point," Zeke whined.

"Let me see if I can give you a helping hand," Bryan snickered.

The guys took a fifteen minute break from studying.  It began with massaging
and kissing and ended up with lots of slurping and moaning.  When it was
over, both were relaxed and ready to concentrate again.

"I love this multi-tasking," Zeke sighed.

"What multi-tasking?" Bryan asked.

"Getting the pressure taken off of my balls and getting a high-protein snack
at the same time!" Zeke grinned.

"Okay, Mr. Smart-ass, back to work!" Bryan said affectionately smacking
Zeke's bare butt.

Zeke pulled up his briefs and worked for a few minutes.  Then he announced
that he had an acceptable rhyme.

"Little Jack Muter
At his computer
Sat updating his blog.
He made some new links
To Egypt and Sphinx.
Now it's an ancient log."

He thought that the ending was a little lame, but he didn't think that the
assignment warranted the time to come up with another one.



In the mean time, Bryan came up with his.  He giggled as he read Zeke the
first version.

"Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse had a long cock.
He tried to be quick,
But tripped on his dick.
Hickory, dockory, dock."

Then he got serious about the assignment and did a different one.

"Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse bought high-tech stock.
Its worth went down;
The mouse did frown.
Hickory, dickory, dock."

When the homework was finished, the boys raided the fridge for something
healthy to snack on while they watched the news.  They were both watching
their calorie intake so that they wouldn't have to starve to make weight for
the next wrestling meet.

The sports section of the late news was hardly over when the two headed for
bed.  They climbed naked under the covers where they cuddled until sleep
caught up with them.

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Being the only "big boys" at Tyler Wood's party was an interesting
experience.  Zeke and Bryan went with the flow.  They wore the pointed party
hats that Tyler had insisted on.  They played the childish games that were
the main entertainment.  Tyler was proud to show them off to his little
friends.

As the party wound down and the little boys were being picked up by their
parents, Zeke and Bryan had a chance to visit with Tyler's dad for a few
minutes.

"Dad tells me that you want to use your board and room money to apply to a
mobile home," Wes began.  "He has no problem with it, but what made you
decide to do that?  I would think that life in the dorm would be more fun."

Bryan explained that Trevor and Marc would probably not get their education
if they didn't all live together.  After being probed on the issue, he told
Wes the reason why their friends had been thrown out.  It was, after all, no
secret.

Wes shook his head.

"It's too bad that parents can't be more understanding," he said sadly.
"Sexual orientation has nothing to do with character and goodness."

As he said this, his eyes locked with those of first one guy and then the
other.  It was obvious that he had guessed about their relationship.

"You would have no problem being friends with guys who are gay?" Zeke asked.

"None at all," Wes smiled as he pulled them into a three-way hug.

"Thanks," Zeke whispered.

After the other guests had departed, Tyler sat between the two "big boys"
and looked at all of his presents.  Since the teens were invited to the
family dinner, they had some quality time to play with Tyler.  It was fun
seeing the little guy again and seeing him happy.  Evidently the kidnapping
experience had been largely forgotten.

The counselor who worked with the child had had him draw pictures of the
event.  The ones of Zeke and Bryan were hung in a special place in his room.
  The ones with the kidnapper were tossed into the fireplace in a kind of
ceremony to destroy the evil.  To some the ritual might have appeared
unorthodox, but for a kid functioning on a primitive level, it was
effective.

At home in bed later that night, they again discussed the desire to have
kids some day.  Tyler, like Zack, was special.

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The TAB organization was quickly becoming a popular institution on campus.
Lots of kids were showing up at the evening meetings.  There were panel
discussions on topics running from respecting different religions to
understanding alternative life-styles.  Anything that bullies might use to
deride another kid was fair game for discussion.

Obviously kids didn't always see eye to eye on the issues, but there was a
growing sense that they were actually listening to each other and not
prejudging.  The fact that there was a social time with games and free pizza
probably did a lot to boost attendance.

Among the younger students, Will Dye was one of the most outspoken in favor
of tolerance for others.  He really got into it.  He knew that two of the
guys that he could really count on were gay.  He also knew that it didn't
matter.

Sean Fowler was the guy who made the most remarkable turnaround.  He had
done a 180 since the attack on Bryce in the fall.  Bryce had graciously
forgiven Sean when the latter talked to him in private (well, Aaron insisted
on being present).  Now Sean was doing his best to become a friend.

As Cathy Epworth sat at her desk musing over the changes, she had to be
proud of what the student council had done under her influence.  Of course,
Carol Newman had done her share (and more) to make it run smoothly, but the
student court system had been Cathy's brain-child and TAB had come from the
students; mainly Zeke and Bryan.

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Lots of activities helped the colder months pass as quickly as it is
possible when snow and gray skies are the norm.

Wrestling was going very well this year.  One practice was marred by the
fact that Zeke landed on his head and blacked out for a moment.  But, there
seemed to be no damage when he came to a few seconds later.

Zeke and Bryan managed to make a slightly lower weight class so that they
wouldn't be vying with Trevor and Marc.  It wasn't that they didn't like the
competition with their former rivals, but it had to do with scholarships.
Zeke and Bryan were set for college funds; their friends were not.  Trevor
and Marc had to look outstanding in order to get the attention of university
recruiters.

In their lower weight classes, Bryan and Zeke were having even more success
than in the past.  There were far more wins by pinning than by decisions.
It all looked good on their records.  It was almost as if they were being
rewarded for their attempts to help someone else.

The musical, "Cats" had just been released for amateur productions and the
directors were casting parts.  Zeke and Bryan encouraged Marc and Trevor to
audition.  Since all four were good singers, all got decent parts.

Rachel got a leading part, so Sam decided to work in the tech part of the
show.  Any spare time he had was spent helping to build the set.  Many of
the younger kids who didn't get major roles decided to help with the props
as well as sing in the chorus.  The experience created a lot of bonding
among the members of the whole company.

With the increase in activities, there was less time to spend working.  Of
course, the winter months meant less traffic for the grocery store.  Bryan
and Zeke cut back on their hours.  Trevor and Marc were not going to, but
the load of extra activities was about to kill them even though they had a
lighter load of class work in their last semester of high school.

Around the time of Bryan's 18th birthday, Trevor's grandmother called home
to say that her daughter, Marcia, in Florida had died.  She didn't expect
Trevor to come for the memorial service, but she would see him as soon as
she could clear up details and come back to Iowa.

When Rena came back, it was a relief to the boys.  They had loved their time
together living like newly-weds, but they didn't mind having someone to cook
for them and pamper them a bit.  Rena loved doing it.

One night as the two stumbled in after a long Saturday at work, she
announced that she wanted them to cut back in their hours.

"Your Aunt Marcia left her investments and life insurance to me.  But she
told me in private that she wanted me to use some of it for your educations.
  Yes, Marc, she included you after I told her about your situation.  What
with sharing a place with your two friends, I think we can make this work
with few, if any, loans.  I don't want to see either of you as dog-tired as
you are tonight!  Talk to the manager at the store.  I'm sure there are some
younger kids who will love to take up the slack."

Marc and Trevor greeted the news with tears of joy.  They could usually hold
their emotions in check a bit more than this, but they were as "dog-tired"
as she had said.

She shooed them off to relax saying that she would clean up after their late
supper.  They should do as they pleased.

"A little cuddling never hurts!" she laughed.

The boys blushed at her teasing, but had to agree that she was right.

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Mary Stillwell hosted the family party to mark Bryan's officially becoming
an adult.  Of course Zeke's family was invited.  Bryan may have been the
guest of honor, but Zach was the center of attention as usual.

That night as the boys were getting ready for bed, Zeke was intent on giving
his lover a memorable birthday gift. He was starting the process of
undressing his lover when Bryan pulled away from him.

"Zeke, we can't do this anymore until June.  I don't want to be accused of
contributing to the delinquency of a minor."

Bryan said this with a perfectly straight face.  Zeke looked stunned.

"Baby, I can't go four months without making love with you.  Please, please,
say you're kidding!"

Bryans face began to twitch.  It was becoming increasingly difficult to
maintain his stoic appearance.  Once the smile began, it spread rapidly
across his handsome face.

"Stillwell, you are toast -- road kill would be more like it!"

Zeke's "attack" sent Bryan sprawling on the bed on his back.  He was
laughing so hard that he couldn't defend himself as Zeke stripped him of his
few remaining clothes.

His laughter turned to moans of pleasure as Zeke pushed Bryan's legs up
exposing his most private region to nibble on his perineum.  This was a
major turn-on.  Zeke's lips, teeth, and tongue were stimulating the second
most sensitive place on Bryan's outer body.  Zeke's mouth was tantalizingly
close to "forbidden" territory.  Bryan could only writhe in ecstasy while
trying to catch his breath.

Zeke continued his assault by placing the sheathed, lubed vibrator toy
against Bryan's rectum.  Slowly, tenderly, he inserted it; adjusting its
position until Bryan's expression told him he had hit "the spot."

Bryan erupted without warning hitting Zeke's face with the first shot.
Zeke's reflexes were quick enough so that nothing else was wasted.

As Bryan began to recover, he reached for Zeke's hard, dripping tool.

"No, Babe, this is about your needs tonight," Zeke insisted

"My needs include making my lover feel good too," Bryan responded quietly.

Having said that, he made Zeke lie on his back while Bryan straddled his
lover's legs.  With Zeke's cock in one hand and his balls in the other,
Bryan began stroking.  The teasing motions soon turned into serious ones.
Zeke was already pretty close from the excitement of pleasing Bryan.

Zeke's first shot hit him in the neck.  Following Zeke's example, Bryan
managed to get his mouth over the spewing monster in time to preserve the
rest.

Whatever tenderness was lost from the lack of a long foreplay was recovered
in the glow of deep, sticky kisses that followed.  Bryan had a happy
birthday indeed.

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Cosgrove High did well in the district wrestling meet that year.  They would
send a number of kids to State.  Trevor, Marc, Bryan, and Zeke were all
assured scholarships.  However everyone wasn't going to use them.

The match at the middle of the district meet was destined to end Zeke's
wrestling career.  Bryan had just won his match with a decisive pin.  Zeke
was really pumped for his.  He began to take down his opponent when a freak
accident occurred.  He slipped on a spot of sweat that hadn't been cleaned
up properly from the last match.  Missing the mat by inches, he ended up
hitting his head soundly on the floor.

He lay there stunned and unable to move.  Bryan rushed to his side.  He felt
Zeke's neck for his pulse and found it strong.  The rise and fall of Zeke's
chest confirmed that he was breathing.

The trainer nudged Bryan aside to perform his own assessment and came to the
same conclusion.  Zeke began to come out of it and tried to sit up.  The
trainer made him lie quietly until the ambulance came.  He was taking no
chances.

Bryan insisted on riding to the ER with Zeke.  The medics were not going to
let me.  Coach Newman stepped in.

"These two are closer than brothers.  If you want to see your patient
thrive, you will allow his buddy to go along."

Newman said it with such authority that the ambulance attendants relented.
Bryan hurried to the locker room to get their clothes, jackets, and
valuables.  Then he joined the medical team as they made their way to the
hospital.

It took a while for Zeke to be seen because there was an accident with
victims who were more in need of care.  However, he didn't have to wait too
long.

After several tests, the attending physician said that Zeke had suffered a
moderate concussion.

"Am I right in assuming that this isn't the first time you have blacked out?

Zeke confessed that he had suffered an injury in practice a week before.

"My advice" the doctor went on, "is that you should give up any contact
sports that are likely to put you into a concussive state again.  You were
lucky that you won't have any lasting effects from this one.  I will give
you some pills for the pain.  The headache should dull down in a couple of
hours, but it may not leave entirely for another 24 to 48 hours.  Use good
judgment and don't do anything too active for that period of time."

"Like how restricted do I have to be?"

"Oh, just don't run, jump, dive in a pool -- that sort of thing.  If you have
a big date tomorrow night I don't think you are restricted from everything,"
the doctor chuckled.

"What made you think I was asking about sex?"

"Hey, I may be old enough to be your father, but I am a guy!"

Bryan laughed.  Zeke started to, but found that it wasn't a good idea
considering how his brain felt at the moment.

"Since you are traveling only 30 miles back to Cosgrove, I don't think the
bus ride will hurt you.  If possible, you should try to lie down on a seat.
I don't know how crowded your bus is."

"Don't worry," said Bryan.  "I will hold his head in my lap all the way back
if necessary."

Dr. Madison smiled.  It was nice to see guys that caring.  He supposed it
had something to do with team spirit.

On the ride home in the bus, Bryan did cradle Zeke's head on his lap.  He
rolled up his letter jacket to put under Zeke's back to make a more level
surface for his lover.  They talked quietly at nearly the level of a
whisper.

"Well, I guess all I can do next year is to attend your meets and cheer you
on."

"No, we can attend Marc and Trevor's meets to cheer them on.  If you can't
wrestle, I'm not going to either."

"I don't want you to give it up on account of me.  I can enjoy watching you
out there in your sweaty singlet."

"You can enjoy that in the privacy of our bedroom.  We can both participate
in that!  But you love the sport far more than I do.  I wouldn't have stayed
with it this long without your being in it."

"Really?"

"Really."

"That's so cool.  You did that for me?"

"Mostly.  Oh I have enjoyed the friends we've made in the sport and the team
spirit, but mostly I enjoyed it through your eyes."

Zeke was quiet for a few minutes.  Bryan thought that he was asleep until
the lights from a passing vehicle made the interior light enough to see
Zeke's tears.  Seeing his boyfriend crying made Bryan's eyes tear up too.
He gave Zeke's arm a squeeze of understanding.  Zeke opened his eyes and
smiled up at his lover.

"I love you, Bryan." Zeke said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Sh! You don't want to tell the whole bus."

"Yes, I do!"

"I LOVE you, Bryan," he repeated.

This time it was loud enough to be heard by several guys around.  Some
smiled; others frowned, but no one took any real offence.  They all knew it
already.

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Author's Notes:

Thanks to all who wrote recently.  This includes Rad, Kurt, Jon, Paul (wet
dream), and new guys Ed, Mike, Andy, and Marshall.  It is great to hear from
you.

This is the next to last chapter of Zeke.  Chapter 66 will conclude the
series forever as far as I know.  It is remotely possible that I might write
about the college years, but I doubt it.  I have begun Tales from
Bentonville.  Look for it under high school.  I may need a couple of weeks
off, but who knows?  I may post in September.

David