Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 71 By David Lee
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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!
"Tales from Bentonville" 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.
This is my fifth attempt at writing fiction. My other stories on Nifty include: "Zeke" (August 29, 2005), "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 30, 2004) under High School. Some characters from previous stories may have cameo roles in this one. However, you need not read them first.
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Tales from Bentonville, Chapter 71
March was not only the season of basketball finals, but it was also the time of spring break. Suddenly it seemed like the time since Christmas break had vanished in a moment. Many of the Bentonville students didn't go too far from home. Some had expended their resources at Christmas, and others simply had neither the funds nor desire to go elsewhere.
Dane and Colt spent part of their break at Camelot. There was always something to do to keep the lakeside property in shape and it provided them some time to be alone playing house. They did invite Dave and Dustin to sleep over a couple of nights. Although the weather was not warm enough for nude sunbathing, it wasn't cold enough to prevent them from taking the boat out if they dressed in sweats.
On Monday evening as the two couples cuddled by the fireplace, they discussed how their coming out had affected them so far. Dave said that no one had treated him any differently than before. He figured that some of his friends and acquaintances had already suspected his orientation.
Dustin and Colt believed that their teammates were even closer as a group than they had been before the announcement.
"It's like they are protective of us," Colt remarked. "I get the feeling that if someone like Gavin came after us like he did Dave, the whole team would probably beat the shit out of him!"
Dane and Colt told their buds about an incident that had happened on Saturday morning when the other two guys were at Dustin's house. Colt, Dane, and Greta had been going out to do some serious grocery shopping when they saw their next door neighbor, Phyllis Ennis out for a walk. They greeted her as usual, but she put her nose in the air and turned away from them. Greta had immediately inquired to find out what she might have done to offend the older lady.
"It's not you; it's those queer grandsons that I don't want to see. My granddaughter told me about them. She heard at school that they came right out and admitted being perverted! I don't want their kind to be hanging around my grandson trying to recruit him into their disgusting life-style!"
"Uh, the term is gay' not queer' and I don't consider it a perversion. It's simply a variation. God has all kinds of plants and flowers in his garden and none is exactly like another," Greta explained calmly -- though her temper was beginning to rise. "Furthermore, if your grandson is heterosexual, he isn't going to be turned gay by someone else. And if he happens to be homosexual, you won't be able to make him straight."
"If you have that attitude, you're worse than they are! You promote their sin," the older lady insisted.
"What is it about these two nice young men's orientation that is adversely affecting you? When they volunteered to shovel your walks this winter, did their being gay make it harder for you to accept their help? Were their good deeds somehow altered?"
"Well, I didn't know they were queer then!"
"So knowing more about them changes their worth and the quality of their kindness as far as you're concerned?
Instead of answering Greta, Mrs. Ennis had stuck her nose in the air again and scurried into the house.
Colt and Dane were snickering as they finished telling the story.
"Grandma looked totally relaxed on the outside," Colton explained. "I knew that her blood pressure was probably rising, but she was so cool that butter wouldn't have melted in her mouth. We still plan to do some good deeds for that old bat just to make her see how wrong she is about gays."
The group in front of the fireplace got quiet in their reflection as the minutes passed. Some tender kisses were exchanged between boyfriends and those led to more passionate ones. Dave and Dustin headed for the downstairs bedroom which had been the site of their reunion. Part of their reason was sentimental, but most of it was because they would feel self-conscious about coupling in the way that they wanted in front of their friends. It was one thing to suck your boyfriend's dick when others around you were doing the same thing, but quite another to penetrate his anal cavity and hump him silly.
In their private space, Dustin undressed his lover quickly because he was ready to get laid.
"I want to feel you in me tonight!" he exclaimed.
Dave was quite happy to accommodate. Although he loved to feel the weight of his hunky wrestler pinning him to the bed and impaling him with his big hot tool, he was equally pleased to play the active role. It made him feel like a macho stud when he thrust his hard cock to the hilt into his willing boyfriend.
Dustin sucked gently on Dave to bring him to his firmest at the same time that Dave was lovingly stretching and lubricating him. They were eager to get the fun going, but they didn't rush through the foreplay. It was, for them, more about the continuing feeling of building up than it was about the orgasm alone. The journey was as important as the destination.
Dustin lay on his back with his knees pulled up toward his chest to spread his cheeks and give Dave better access. Dave greased his hard-on and guided the head up against Dustin's rosebud. As he pushed past the muscle ring, Dave stopped to allow Dustin time to adjust. After a moment or two, as the initial pain gave way to a flood of warmth, Dustin nodded as a signal that he was ready for more. Dave pushed in all the way to the pubes. This time, Dustin slapped Dave's ass to let him know that it was time for serious copulation.
It was obvious that Dustin was enjoying the experience because his penis which had softened from the pain was coming back hard and proud. Dave adjusted his body downward so that his stomach rubbed against Dustin's cock stimulating its head at the same time Dave was massaging his prostate. There was no way that Dustin could hold back much longer. With an upward thrust and a scream of joy, he unloaded a torrent between them.
The clenching of Dustin's anal muscles set off Dave's orgasm. Dave pumped and pumped. He was feeling too great to even think about counting the spurts, but Dustin was pretty sure that it was more than a dozen. Whatever the tally, the volume amounted to an inundation! Dustin giggled that he would never have to worry about constipation as long as he had Dave.
While both boys felt relieved by their massive orgasms, they weren't ready to go to sleep right away. They had abstained from sex at Dustin's house because they still felt a bit sensitive about Mary's being there and the younger kids too.
After about a half hour of cuddling and gentle kissing, they were both ready to go for more loving. This time, Dave wanted to feel Dustin's big tool embedded in his body. Dustin didn't need anymore persuasion than Dave had. Dave cleaned up the residue of sperm from Dustin's cock while Dustin prepared him.
Dave had played the passive role more often than Dustin had. Therefore, despite the length and girth of Dustin's member, he took it with relative ease. It wasn't long before he was begging Dustin to go deeper and faster.
When he felt himself getting close, Dustin began to jack Dave in synch with the thrusting movements of his hips. Their moans signaled a nearly simultaneous Explosion.
In the loft, the other two boys hadn't been playing board games to pass the time. They were engaged in their favorite position, nursing each other's hard, juicy dicks. Their use of KY Jelly was to lubricate their middle fingers to heighten each other's pleasure. They were very close to their destination when they heard the scream of passion from Dustin's first orgasm. That pushed them decisively over the edge. They nearly drowned each other in the process.
Later, as they were nearly asleep, they heard the moans from the downstairs bedroom signaling the second coming. They giggled and snuggled closer together as they drifted off.
Joel had been struggling with his image in Bentonville. He didn't want to come off as a spoiled rich kid, but he wasn't exactly thrilled with deferring some of the things that he wanted to do because of what other people would think.
So, when Rhys and Jane asked him if he would like to spend the week of spring break in Belize with them, he agreed to go. Alex was, of course, invited to go along.
Rhys had decided to purchase a condo in that lovely country so that it could be used on the spur of the moment. Ever the shrewd businessman, he knew that the property would appreciate in value and that he could also rent it to friends to defray the cost of upkeep. He had mentioned it to the elder Teague's who agreed that it would be fun to have adjoining places to meet for vacations.
Alex's family all assured him that he should take advantage of the opportunity to get away. Allen particularly impressed upon him that he was not jealous.
"Baby bro, we've often said that we are close as any two people alive, but we are still individuals. I'm going to be marrying a girl and you are going to be partnering with a guy. We share a lot, but we also are, and have to be, ourselves. Please go with my blessing."
After that, Alex couldn't get his bags packed fast enough.
Making reservations, pretty much last minute, for four people to fly to Belize had been expensive. However, once Rhys got a notion in his head, he didn't worry about the cost of seeing it through.
Joel was excited to go away to snorkel and sun with his boyfriend. They could do many of the things that they had loved the two Christmases that they had spent there. However, he was nervous about having to make a connection through Miami. It felt weird to be landing in the state where his parents still lived. He was not fully relaxed until the plane began making its final descent into Belize City.
Joel's paternal grandparents, Jacques and Genevieve, arrived in one of the Teague corporate jets within a half hour. They all went to the rented condo in a limo together. Genevieve Teague had arranged to have the same staff of cook and helper as she had had before. She planned to offer the lady a sufficient salary to keep her on call for times when they would be staying in the country.
The company that owned the condos had some for sale and was building more. If Joel's grandparents wanted new ones, they would have several floor plans from which to choose as well as complete control over materials and color schemes. Both Jane and Genevieve appreciated those options.
The following day, while the grandparents were working with the builders, Joel and Alex hired a boat to take them to their favorite, private place to sun naked. The cook packed them an elegant picnic complete with a small bottle of chilled wine. By this time, she knew the tastes of her employers.
The boys had been going to the tanning salon in Cosgrove periodically to maintain their Christmas tan for prom in May, so they were seasoned enough not to have to be too concerned about burning. They still took some #4 lotion along partly because they liked the coconut scent and partly because it gave them an excuse to feel every part of each others' bodies (as if they needed the pretext).
For the first couple of hours, the guys basked in the warm rays of the equatorial sun. The stress of school and the chill of the Iowa winter melted away.
Around noon, the boys retreated to the welcome shade of some palm trees to have lunch. The food, wine, and warmth lulled them into a pleasant nap.
Joel awakened first and checked the time. It was about 2:00 p.m. so there were a couple of hours left before the boat would come for them. Joel spent several minutes propped up on one elbow simply gazing at his sleeping boyfriend. He marveled at the firm, golden body lying beside him and was thankful that his parents' misguided attempt to "straighten him out" had led to this awesome relationship. Alex satisfied his needs for love and sexual fulfillment.
Eventually, he gave in to the animal side of his nature and began to lick Alex's nipples. Yum, the lotion actually tasted like a pina colada; it wasn't disgusting at all. As he continued his tongue-bath down Alex's torso, the latter awakened with a smile on his face and stiffening flesh at his groin.
Alex ran his hands lovingly through Joel's hair to let him know that he was awake and appreciative.
"You're going to have to stop or I'm going to cum before I want to," Alex exclaimed. "God, you are so good at making my sap rise!"
Joel moved back up to lie beside Alex and they shared a passionate kiss. Alex enjoyed tasting himself on Joel's tongue. It was very sexy because it reminded him of where Joel's mouth had just been.
Alex sampled Joel's body for the next several minutes. He made nearly the same trip, but nuzzled down beneath Joel's balls to lick that sensitive area that didn't involve rimming, but got rather close. Joel was on fire. He was oozing pre-cum like a leaky faucet. If this "assault" continued, he was likely to cum without having his penis touched.
Joel swung around so that he could give Alex similar treatment. The two spent probably a half hour stimulating each other almost to the point of orgasm and backing off just in the nick of time. It amounted to a kind of exquisite torture. This was the first time in a long while that they had the leisure and the privacy to prolong their love-making.
When they could no longer hold off, they took each other nearly to the pubes in one gulp. It took only a few gentle head bobs to set them off on the most earth-shaking orgasm either had experienced to that point in their lives. Luckily, both could swallow quickly enough not to choke!
When the boat returned to pick them up, both guys were wearing smiles that they couldn't hide. The hot young Latino at the helm suspected that they must have enjoyed an afternoon of sex in the sun. He'd seen that look before on the faces of couples he had ferried out to the island. He let his board shorts slide a bit further down his slender hips to give them a show. By the time they reached to pier, his dick was the only thing keeping his suit from falling off completely.
Joel and Alex appreciated their sexy pilot's body and gave him a substantial tip. They were not about to stray, but they still could appreciate a thing of beauty when they saw it!
That evening Joel's grandparents showed the boys the floor plans and options for the condos. Joel and Alex both had some good input.
"We want you guys to have a say in how these look because you will inherit them someday. We have no intention of leaving them to your parents, Joel." Rhys said.
The Masterson's and the Teague's went on to talk about the current state of the family company that Joel's grandfather had founded. Both grandfathers had been secretly buying up stock in conjunction with the Albers' ever since it had gone public after Joel's father took charge of it. They were putting some shares in Joel's, Allen's, Alex's, and Alicia's names. With what they had recently purchased, the people sitting around the table, along with the ones left in Bentonville, held controlling interest.
Alex protested that he shouldn't be included in the will that left the condos to them, but Jane said it was only fair.
"You have made our grandson happy. You come from a background of money so no one can accuse you of being a gold-digger. It is our hope that you will stick with Joel for the rest of your life."
"I'm not leaving unless he kicks me out," Alex replied.
"That's never going to happen!" Joel assured them all. "As you know, we wear matching rings. We are as committed as two high school students can be."
After their bodies had recovered enough from the flight to Belize, the two guys spent as much time as possible snorkeling. It was an awesome experience to be swimming among the fish and marine mammals. The colors and varieties of sea life never ceased to amaze them.
The boys also explored an area with pristine waterfalls and unspoiled landscape. They took lots of photos for their memory books as well as for sharing with friends and family.
Since they had digital cameras, they took plenty of pictures of each other. Some of those were too erotic to share with anyone else.
A few days before it was time to go back home, the Masterson's and the Teague's had settled on the floor plans that they liked best. In accordance with Joel's wishes, each condo would be situated on a larger than standard lot and have its own hot tub in back with a high privacy fence surrounding the entire back yard. The condos would sit in the midst of other single-story units rather than being near any high-rise buildings. That would prevent anyone's looking down into the yards. Joel was thinking of times when they might like to relax with few or no clothes on.
Two days before their scheduled departures, Jacques Teague summoned everyone to a short family meeting.
"As some of you know, there are many people at Teague International who are more loyal to me than to my son. So, I have many eyes and ears within the company. I have found out some disturbing news. It appears that my son has discovered which flight the rest of you will be taking back to Iowa. He evidently plans to have Joel forcibly removed from the airport and driven to his home. Of course, the papers that we have will show that Jane and Rhys have custody of him, but it could take a long court battle to resolve if he is under his parental roof. In the mean time, they will likely try to have Joel `cured' of his homosexuality."
All present, especially the two boys, were shaken by the news. Joel looked as if he was going to be sick and Alex didn't appear too much better.
"Never fear," the elder Teague continued, "I have a plan to thwart this whole scheme and to put Ward in his place once and for all. My people in the company have told me about some financial irregularities and I am to receive a full report before we leave. Rhys and I will put our heads together to make this play out to our advantage. You boys have fun and leave the details to us."
After hearing a brief overview, Joel and Alex agreed that the older men were making a good plan. They put the whole thing out of their minds so that they could enjoy the remainder of their stay.
When their plan landed in Miami for the connecting flight, the Masterson's were among the first passengers to walk up the jet-way since they were traveling first class. As they stepped into the terminal, they were confronted by their daughter and son-in-law along with a young police officer.
"We're taking Joel with us," Ward Teague announced with not so much as a civil greeting.
"I'm afraid that is quite impossible," Rhys retorted. "He is legally ours and we have no intention of giving him up."
"This officer is here to see that he comes with us. Now hand him over!" Janis Teague demanded of her father.
The elder Teague's made their appearance at that point.
"As your father said, that is quite impossible," Jacques smiled at his daughter-in-law. "Joel and his boyfriend aren't here."
"I insist that you call security and have this plane searched!" Ward yelled at the policeman.
"I don't have that authority," the young man replied calmly. "All I can do is to serve this notice when your son disembarks."
After about 15 minutes, all of the passengers had deplaned and the flight crew was coming up the ramp. The younger Teague's questioned the stewards and stewardesses only to learn that there had been no one on the fight who fit Joel's description. Ward was furious.
"I demand to know where my son is!" he screamed at his parents and in-laws.
"You had only to ask," Jacques responded quietly. "You have been tearing around like a mad bull instead of listening. Joel and his boyfriend are somewhere over Kansas in the corporate jet. Alex's brother is picking them up at the Eastern Iowa Airport in about an hour."
"Now please dismiss this officer so that he may do his job in keeping the citizens of Miami safe. Then, join us in the VIP lounge while we explain to you exactly how things are going to be." The elder Teague continued.
Once in the lounge, Jacques Teague placed a pile of papers on the table in front of his son. Ward frowned as he read the top sheet.
"What is this?" he questioned.
"It is a record of the misappropriation of money from a number of company accounts. As major stockholders in the company, we can demand your resignation. We can also turn this over to the attorney general of Florida and have you brought up on charges of embezzlement."
Ward Teague tore the pile of papers into many pieces.
"You are nuts, old man! You have no proof and you don't have that much stock. I know because I keep track of the shareholders."
"I have several more copies of that report and I do have the votes. Have you ever heard of a holding company called: `Albers Associates'? Jane and Rhys are a part of that along with Alex's family. Believe me, we have a 60% majority and we only need 51%."
"What are you planning to do?" a shaken, but sullen Ward Teague asked.
"We don't particularly want the Teague name dragged through the courts and through the mud. Therefore, you will voluntarily reduce your salary by 50% for the next five years. That should repay what you owe the company, if my calculations are correct. You will receive no bonuses and you will divest yourself of the stock that you own. You will do that by dividing it equally between your two sons. If you do not comply, we will press charges no matter how much I hate to see you serve time in prison."
Ward Teague looked like he was going to explode. He was used to making demands and having them met. He wanted to lash out at someone, but he knew that he had been caught dead to rights.
"How am I expected to live on half of my present income?" Ward finally asked.
"Well, you might begin by selling off some of your vacation properties and your toys. Speaking of toys, my sources tell me that you have a new Mercedes Benz S65 AMG Edition. You need to give that to Jane and Rhys in atonement for all of the, uh how shall I put this delicately, but in terms you understand? For all of the SHIT you've put them through! Joel can use it to take his lover to prom. Please hire a transport service to have it delivered as soon as possible. I think that about covers it; if I think of anything else, I'll let you know."
"But what am I supposed to do for a car?"
"Oh, I'll give you your mother's Cadillac and buy one of those Mercedes for her. Would that suit you, Genevieve, my sweet?"
Ward was left fuming, but speechless as the elder Teague's walked the Masterson's to the gate for their flight to Iowa. He had no choice to do as his father had insisted. The old man had him by the short-hairs.
Author's note: Wow, a lot of things have happened since I last posted. Please don't forget the many people hurt by the Virginia Tech tragedy. And, no matter your stand on the war in Iraq, don't forget the troops and their families -- and the Iraqis!
Thanks to the 26 of you who wrote since last posting: Joe, Rad, Jim C, Phillip (Luiz), Jacob, Tim P, Carroll, Jim We, Jim Wi, Dave F, Stephen P, Bill K, Craig (cgard), Gary Mc, Allen M, Vann, David R, Daniel F, Chuck V, Peo, Don B, James H (about Zeke), and of course my editors, David, Tim, and Tom. David is recovering from surgery and doing pretty well.
Paul W also wrote. He and I are going to try to get some of the Bentonville boys to New York to see the Wild Boys from his series when they go on tour. It's a bit tricky to coordinate, but we are trying.
A special thanks to Joe who suggested some of the details about Joel's father and the Mercedes.
I hope that I didn't miss anyone on the list. If I did, please tell me and I'll include you next time for sure!
David