Tommy and Tanner Chapter 61
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Tommy and Tanner, Chapter 61
Dirk Bristow's trial for the abuse of Jared came up soon after Thanksgiving. Jared was nervous about testifying because it dredged up a lot of bad memories that he thought he'd buried for good.
It wasn't that he lacked emotional support. Lee and Peter promised to alternate taking days off from work to be with him, and Bobby was bound to be there too even though it meant missing school. In fact, he inveigled his parents into allowing him to sleep over with Jared the night before.
When bedtime rolled around, Jared couldn't settle down. Bobby held him and talked to him quietly. He was going to offer a surefire way to relax his friend when he realized that Jared had fallen asleep in his arms already. He smiled inwardly, thankful that he could help – even without playing the sex card.
Around 4:00 a.m., Jared awoke with a sharp cry. Bobby quickly roused and held him tightly until he quieted down again.
"It was awful; he was cutting my dick off with his big hunting knife like he threatened to," Jared sobbed.
"You never told me about that!" Bobby exclaimed. "Now I want to kill him for sure, or maybe just tie something around his nads and torture him for a long time til they dry up and fall off."
"I had blocked it out. That was scarier than being burned on my dick. That was sore for a while, but at least I still have it!"
"But there's no soreness now, is there?"
"No, you know it's fine because you've tested it out plenty of times."
"How about I double check right now to make sure," Bobby suggested, as he burrowed under the covers to take Jared's soft dick in his mouth.
"Oh yeah," Jared sighed. "You know how to make it all better.
Bobby continued his therapeutic ministrations until he was rewarded with a sizeable taste of boy spunk. He crawled back up and kissed Jared deeply.
"Let me do you," Jared said.
"It's not about me tonight. Just lie back in my arms and relax. You can return the favor another time."
"Okay, but you'd better hold me to it."
"Oh, I'll do that. In fact, I'll hold IT to you! I love you, Jared, seriously."
"I know. I feel the same. I hope I won't turn out to be too messed up and scare you off."
As Bobby was pondering what Jared meant, he became aware that the boy had drifted off again. He couldn't know what the future might bring, but he was thankful for tonight.
Lee had the boys at the courthouse a little earlier than the appointed time so that they wouldn't feel rushed. He didn't want anything to add to Jared's stress. He let the boys fool around with his iPhone to entertain them and keep Jared from having time to worry.
Just before court was to convene, a bailiff came in and announced that Dirk had made an Alford plea and that there would be no trial. As part of the plea agreement, he would have two more years added to the time he was already going to serve for statutory rape. The years he'd be on parole after he got out would also be extended. Dirk would be out of Jared's life for a very long time, if not forever.
Although Lee and the boys would have wished him many years more, all were relieved that it was over. Jared hugged Lee and Bobby both.
"Well, I think we have time to get you to school," Lee grinned. "Right after lunch will be soon enough. I'll take you home for a nap and we'll eat early so you can salvage part of your day. No sense in rushing."
The boys grinned, thinking of how they might spend part of their resting time...
The trials for Bart, Dax, and Jackson were postponed a second time by their defense teams, claiming they needed more time to gather evidence. The judge granted the delay, but warned them that this was their last one. He said that the DA had turned over every scrap of evidence and that they'd better quit stalling.
In the mean time, Bart's none-too-bright father had filed a civil suit against Tommy, Tanner, Devin, and Andy. He made the claim that his son had suffered grievous harm at the hands of the boys in an unprovoked attack. He was demanding the sum of $1,000,000 for medical expenses, legal fees, loss of companionship, and emotional distress.
The court expedited the matter quickly to get it out of the way before Christmas, and the case came up on a Friday in early December. Since two of the defendants were his sons, Tark accompanied them. He took Charley Mosbeck with him as well as Devin and Andy. With Andy's mother there on the legal team, each of the boys would have family present, and not all of the parents would have to miss work over a case they knew had no merit.
Andy's mom had assembled a couple of her colleagues to aid her and came in with a briefcase full of evidence including videos as well as signed statements from the boys' classmates and other witnesses.
She showed the first video to Judge Lawrence who sat in rapt attention through the short presentation. It was the one Ava had taken and had narrated as she was filming. When it ended, the judge addressed the plaintiff and his legal team.
"Can you not see the weight of evidence here? What is your point?"
"This video was clearly the work of one of their girlfriends and shouldn't be admitted as evidence," the Johnsons' lawyer insisted. "It's likely been edited to show what the defense wants you to see."
"I have another video that was taken by the girlfriend of one of the attackers," Marla Roberts smiled sweetly. "Let me set it up. The policeman who confiscated it has written a note testifying to its authenticity and is also available to take the stand if you wish."
Then she showed the video that Brandi had made. It was more damning than Ava's because Brandi could be heard bragging about how her boyfriend, Jordan, and his buddies were going to put "those queers" in the hospital. When it was over, Judge Lawrence again addressed Jim Johnson and his lawyers.
"Why in God's name are you wasting my time and the taxpayers' hard earned money to try to twist this into something it clearly was not? If the young men you are suing wish to file a countersuit, I'll be happy to hear their case. Your son and his little posse attacked students who were younger and smaller in size than they are. The unprovoked attack was not initiated by the ones you are bringing suit against. I consider it remarkable that things turned out as they did. You, your son, and his cohorts should be ashamed of yourselves! I find in favor of the defendants. This case is hereby dismissed!"
Jim Johnson stood up and swore at the judge just before His Honor adjourned the proceedings. Therefore, Johnson was charged with contempt of court and assessed a sizeable fine in addition to an overnight stay in jail. His lawyers had to physically restrain him to prevent his getting into deeper trouble. Judge Lawrence could easily see where Bart got his attitude.
"There's really not enough time to salvage the school day," Tark told the boys on the way to the van. "You're all welcome to come back to our house, or I can drop you off at your homes. What's your pleasure, Charley?"
"If you could give me a ride to the hospital on your way, I'd appreciate it. I'm needed because of an emergency that I just got a text message about. The boys are welcome at our house too."
After Charley was dropped off, Devin and Andy opted to go to Devin's house and Tommy and Tanner wanted to go home. They were disappointed not to have more time with their buds, but got the feeling that the two had something special that they wished to do in private. Added to the other bits of circumstantial evidence they'd picked up on, it led them to the conclusion that their friends might have taken their relationship to a new level recently.
"I think they're `doin' it'," Tommy grinned when he and Tanner were alone in their room.
"Me too. Did you notice they seem closer somehow? I'm not sure how to describe it, but they're so into each other that I think they've literally been into each other."
"That's a good way to put it. I know exactly what you mean. Do you think we looked that dreamy around our birthdays?"
"Yup! You've seen our pix from the parties. I'd say we both looked elated and whipped at the same time." Tanner grinned. "Wanna make some more memories while we have the house to ourselves?"
"You come up with the best ideas, Tanner Torrance. I can't wait to see what you come up with next."
What Tanner came up with was exactly what one might expect from a horny sixteen-year-old. Tommy quickly found a place for him to put it that would send them both skyward.
Tark had gone back to school to help with wrestling practice despite the fact that he could have opted out of it. He felt obligated to help in the continued success of the team even though he wasn't the head coach, and he also wanted to be there to work with Tuck and the other freshmen boys. He was sure that Jared had a lot of potential in a lightweight category if he could just stop losing concentration when he popped a boner. The boy was thin, but surprisingly strong for his size. Tark's grandmother would have said that the boy was wiry. Of course his slender body made his dick look all the larger by comparison.
Today, Jared was evidently wearing a jock under his workout clothes, but it wasn't doing its job effectively. Jared sat on the bench, hesitant to participate.
"Jared, I want to talk to you a minute in private, please."
"Okay, Coach T."
After they'd moved away from where the others were practicing some holds on each other, Tark got down to business immediately.
"You're evidently a well-endowed young man," he said, stating the obvious.
"I'm sorry, Coach." Jared blushed. "I'm really trying to keep in it under control.
"I'm going to tell you something that I told my son, Tim, a long time ago. Never apologize for your hardon. It's what makes a man a man. Be proud of that big baby-maker."
"The other guys tease me a lot," Jared replied, grinning slightly as he looked at the floor.
"That's probably because they're jealous. You no doubt have a better idea than I do about who on the team is hung and who isn't. Do the boys who are packing tease you?"
"No, guys like Tuck and Bobby never do... Oops, I guess I've said something I shouldn't have."
"No problem. I know my youngest son isn't lacking in that department. We've been around each other nude when camping and swimming like I imagine you boys have out on Lee and Peter's land. The males in my household don't have secrets in that regard. None is ashamed of his body.
What we need to do is figure out how to make you less self-conscious about your junk. Would a tighter jock help?"
"I tried, but it sorta hurt my nuts."
"Well, you don't want that! Perhaps you should take care of things before coming to practice."
"But that would make me late and Coach Kearny would yell at me."
"He won't if I explain the situation to him. We've made adjustments for other boys in the past. I'm going to let you take a ten minute bathroom break now if you need it."
"Thanks! That should be plenty of time."
"Would you like me to send someone with you?"
"No. Then I'd get teased about being gay too!"
"Okay. Come back when you feel you're ready to participate. You're very strong for your size. I think we could see great things from you."
Jared came back less than 10 minutes later, looking relaxed and ready to practice. Tark pared him up with Tuck for part of the workout. Tuck was in a higher weight class, but felt that the boy was a worthy opponent who could probably have taken him if it weren't for their size difference.
"If you could have anything you wanted for Christmas, what would it be?" Lance asked Michael as they took a break from their homework activities.
"You," Michael grinned.
"You mean like taking my cherry?"
"Nah, I mean like knowing you're gonna be mine forever; that this isn't a passing fling."
"That looks like a good probability without having to waste a wish on it."
"Then, I don't know what I'd ask for. Possibly some kinky underwear; I've sorta got a fetish for that, you know."
"Why don't you give me a show in something hot, or will your folks be home soon?"
"We have time," Michael grinned, lasciviously.
He pulled some things out of his bureau drawer and headed off to the bathroom. When Michael came back a couple of minutes later, Lance looked at him with disappointment because he was dressed in a pair of raggedy old boxers. The only positive aspects were that they had holes in suggestive places and were bulging noticeably in the crotch.
Michael gave him a mischievous grin in return. He turned on some bump and grind music and began to dance. His moves were graceful and erotic with occasional thrusts that kept Lance's interest up – as well as his dick.
As he continued, Michael drew closer to where Lance was sprawled on the bed, turned around and bared his butt. Lance reached out to grab it but Michael moved away too quickly, never breaking his rhythm.
Next, he pulled the boxers all the way off, revealing the sheerest black bikini Lance had ever seen. Michael's big cock was trapped sideways with its head near the waistband to his left.
Lance couldn't take the teasing any longer. He jumped off the bed and onto the floor on his knees, thrusting his face into Michael's junk. Then he began to lick and suck that beautiful dark snake through the fabric.
Michael bucked and moaned as he succumbed to Lance's sensuous ministrations. With a gasp followed by a whimper, Michael shot his jizz through the cloth and onto Lance's receptive tongue. Lance kept lapping up his offering until Michael's little head got too sensitive to take it anymore.
"That be so fuckin' hot!" Michael exclaimed.
"Don't let Miss Tessa hear you talking like that!" Lance scolded.
"I never say the word "fuck" in front of my mamma." Michael said.
"No, I was taking about `be.' It makes you sound uneducated and she'd wash out your mouth for that."
"That she would," Michael agreed. "I sorta got in the habit because I was trying to act cool. You have to keep on me."
"I'd love to keep on you!"
"Okay, I get the hint. You need to get off too. I've got a really hot jock I want you to wear and I'll suck you in that."
"Where in the world did you get this?" Lance asked.
"On the web. There are several places like moda-audaci.com and International Jock that have fun stuff. I have to make sure I get home to check the mail before Mom and Dad. Damon does it for me when I have late practice because I get stuff for him too."
"It must be cool to have him for your bro."
Lance returned from the bathroom a few minutes later wearing the fake leather jock with a zipper up the pouch. The knowledge that Michael's cock and balls had been suspended in it made Lance all the hornier.
Michael began by licking up the inside of Lance's legs and then proceeded to nibble on about everything that wasn't covered by the scanty piece of clothing. He kissed Lance's butt cheeks, which seemed exquisitely erotic to both of them.
Lance was begging to be delivered by the time Michael lowered the zipper and freed his throbbing tool.
"Oh suck it, Baby! I need to cum so bad!"
"Patience, boy," Michael grinned. "I'm gonna tease you until you can't stand it anymore!"
Lance lay back on the bed submissively, but clawed at the covers in anticipation. He was conflicted, in that he both desired immediate release and yet wanted this feeling to last forever.
Michael was striving for something in between, so he sucked on Lance's balls for a while before moving up slightly and running his tongue from base to cockhead. Each lap of his tongue brought Lance a millimeter closer to his destination. He recited a litany of naughty words as the excitement mounted.
About the time Lance thought he might die from acute blue-ball syndrome, Michael ran a wet finger across his sphincter and set off an explosion that seemed to go on forever.
The first hard blast of hot cum hit Michael's tonsils like a guided missile, nearly choking him with its volume and velocity. The successive shots were weaker, allowing him to savor the taste before swallowing.
They kissed tenderly in the exhilaration of their hot sexual interlude.
"I love sharing your hot bod, but I also love the guy inside," Michael whispered.
"I feel the same," Lance agreed. "You are strong and compassionate – the perfect blend. And a hot jock on top of that!"
"I might never be able to be that again," Michael said sadly. "At my last appointment, the doctors said they don't think it's advisable for me to play football or any sport that has lots of bodily contact. They're afraid I might have weak blood vessels in this thick head of mine."
"It's okay with me," Lance declared. "I want you alive and smart more than I want you out getting sweaty on the field. We can come up with other ways to get you sweaty..."
"You're so naughty. You be a bad influence on little ole me!"
"You be worse!" Lance teased back. "Turn around so I can make sure I cleaned you off thoroughly."
The boys got into the 69 position and laved each other's equipment until there was no stopping without spilling more seed. Then they hurried to take a quick shower together and dress before Michael's family came home.
When they exited the bathroom completely naked, they nearly ran into Damon, physically.
"Whatchu doing home so early?" Michael demanded.
"I've been here about an hour, but I suppose you couldn't hear me with all the noise you were makin'."
"Nunh-uh!" Michael insisted. "We weren't makin' noise."
"Oh, suck my cock, Baby. Take my hot cum! This is so fuckin' good!" Damon said, quoting Lance verbatim.
"Sh-i-i-t!" Michael swore.
"No, he said "cum." Damon giggled. "I heard every word."
"You're a pervert," Michael grinned.
"No, I'm just a curious boy who just doesn't understand everything that's goin' on in this wide world, but is eager to learn. And I must say you two are really hung even when you're soft." He chuckled.
It was then that they became aware of their nakedness and put their hands over their dicks. About the same time, they heard the garage door go up signaling that someone else was home. The boys ran to Michael's room and dressed hastily - giggling the whole time.
Author's notes: I lost my whole document of the names of people who have responded. I fear that I may have left off someone this past week as I tried to reconstruct it. These are the names I have for sure: Rutabaga, Jim C, Douglas and Lawrence, Bill T, Ott H, OZ, Vann, Walt S, Tyler, Trish R, Lee G, Berto G, Paul R, Paul F, Tom A, Jim W, and Roger L. If you wrote and I missed listing you, please let me know!
I will be gone next week and probably won't post. Hope you won't be angry with me. I need some time off!
I wish all of you a Happy Easter!
David