Zeke, Chapter 32 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!
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.
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This is my fourth attempt at writing fiction. My other stories on Nifty include: Always and Forever, Brad and Alan's Canoe Trip, and Jacob and Jacques. 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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Zeke, Chapter 32
Spring break came none too soon for the kids at Cosgrove High. Though the winter had not been severe, it had been gloomy. There were weeks at a time when the sun never broke through the clouds. Added to this, there were no days when school was called off of account of snow. It had seemed like an eternity since Christmas.
This year, Mary and Brad planned a trip to Florida. They booked a beach cottage on the gulf side for the entire week. It was not so far from Disney World and the Kennedy Space Center but what those would be easy trips. However, most of the time would be spent enjoying the beach if the weather cooperated.
Zeke was invited along. They were going to pay his fare, but he insisted on doing that. Since he and Bryan had saved a lot of their money toward a car which they no longer needed to buy, the money was not a problem. He was included in the "family" tour package, so the cost was not that great in any event.
Neither guy could stand the wait for the last period to be over. They were not alone. Students and staff alike were chomping at the bit. When the final bell rang, it was nearly like the stampede at the end of the school year.
That night, two very excited teens cuddled in Bryan's bed trying to sleep. After awhile, they gave up and turned on the light. Bryan looked into Zeke's handsome face. Zeke licked his lips in a sensuous way.
"I think I might have a sleep potion for us," Bryan said with a grin.
Then he dived under the covers to nuzzle Zeke's crotch. That certainly got a rise out of Zeke who pulled Bryan's legs toward the head of the bed so that he could work on Bryan's stiffening problem.
They licked, teased, and sucked. Being teenagers, their fleshy weapons were almost always loaded and ready to fire. Despite backing off from the edge a couple of times, it didn't take very long for them both to blast away. The relaxation that came after the great orgasm did prove to be a sleep aid.
When the alarm went off at 5:00 a.m., it seemed like they had barely gone to bed. But the excitement of the trip helped get them up and stirring.
Zeke had never gone anywhere by plane. He was both excited and a little nervous. When they boarded, the guys found that they had the window seat and a middle seat. Bryan's parents had the same configuration a row ahead of them. A young woman had the aisle seat next to Bryan. Though he loved the window seat, he wanted Zeke to be able to see out better. After all, Bryan had traveled this way many times.
Before takeoff, Bryan managed to secure a couple of little pillows and a blanket. He knew that they wouldn't be likely to sleep, but the blanket would serve to conceal the fact that they were holding hands. He was not ashamed to be gay, but he didn't want to upset anyone else either.
Zeke was very happy to feel his hand in Bryan's. It was comforting. In his mind, he thought that if the plane crashed he would at least die with his lover.
For Bryan, flying was no more stressful that going somewhere by bus. He was rather blasé about it, but he sensed that his boyfriend was not. So, to distract Zeke's mind, Bryan pointed out various things on the ground. This worked until the plane began to hurtle itself down the runway. Zeke's body stiffened noticeably.
Bryan continued to talk to him, but now the subject was the fun they would have once they got to their destination. All the while he was doing this; he was sliding his hand over to Zeke's crotch. When his hand got to its destination, Zeke grinned and began to relax. Well, let's say that the stiffness went out of most of his body, but seemed to settle between his legs. His shorts were becoming like a prison to his growing cock. He tried to adjust himself without being too obvious.
Bryan smiled coyly.
"Hey Zeke, you don't seem to be as tense as you were."
"Yeah, you seem to know how to distract me." He replied in a husky voice.
The two giggled. The lady next to Bryan smiled at their laughter. She suspected that something was going on under that blanket, but it wasn't her problem.
At the airport in Tampa, Brad secured the rental car while the other three waited for the luggage. It worked out well. He had barely signed the paperwork when the rest arrived with the bags.
On the way to the cottage, the boys wished they had their convertible. What a wonderful day to have the top down. The sun was bright and warm. There was a mild breeze off the gulf water. It seemed like heaven to people who had recently endured another Midwestern winter.
The boys were hardly out of the car before they had on their swimsuits and were racing to the water. Today, they wore boxer-type suits. They had packed some skimpy Speedos, but were waiting to see what other people wore before donning them. After seeing one young stud in a thong, they decided that their trunks made them overdressed. However, they found that many of the young guys were dressed as they were. Several wore board-shorts.
The boys spent most of the afternoon splashing in the waves or playing Frisbee. They even joined in a game of beach volleyball with some other young people. Fortunately, Mary had chased them down almost immediately upon arrival in order to apply water-resistant sun lotion. Had she not, she would have been doctoring a couple of sunburned puppies. As it was, they got a reasonable start on a tan.
Before they headed back to the cottage as the sun was setting, they had an invitation to a party at another nearby place. They were flattered to be asked by the college-age group. It made them feel mature.
For dinner that evening, the family went to a seafood restaurant. It was excellent and the prices were not out of line. All left feeling satisfied.
When they broached the subject of the party, Mary was hesitant to have them go.
"These are mostly college kids. There will be a keg for sure and probably marijuana. I don't want you two getting into trouble."
Bryan figured that he and Zeke had better not push to go.
When they got back to the cottage, Brad asked Mary to join him in their room for a few minutes. Bryan grinned at the thought that maybe his father was going to get it on with his mother. He whispered the thought to Zeke who also got a smirk on his face.
However, the parents emerged a couple of minutes later saying that they had discussed the party and decided that the boys could attend. But, that was on the condition that they would swear not to do any drugs. If any situation came up that they couldn't handle, they were to use Bryan's cell to call. Brad made sure that the number of the phone in the cottage was programmed in so they could call it with the push of a button.
The boys were elated at being given this freedom and trust. They were not about to abuse it. They gave their word that they would stay away from drugs.
It was only a short walk to the cabin where the party was in full swing. You could have found it by the noise and the music. Of course there was a keg. Bryan remembered that his father had forbidden drugs, but had said nothing about a beer. He supposed that his dad knew that trying it was a rite of passage for many young men.
As they moved toward the beer, the young stud, Tanner, who was their host, came up to greet them. He had replaced his thong with a pair of filmy, white cotton shorts that didn't do much to hide his best assets. When he stood back-lighted by the campfire, it was obvious that he was wearing nothing else.
Zeke and Bryan accepted the large plastic tumbles of foamy liquid remembering to thank Tanner. It was then that Bryan noticed the donation jar. He reached into his billfold for a couple of dollars to add to the collection. Tanner assured him that it wasn't necessary, but Bryan insisted that he pay for Zeke's and his drinks. He didn't want either of them to be in the position of owing anyone.
They sipped, but did not chug their beer. Some of the older teens around them seemed intent of getting drunk. Zeke's experience of the massive hangover less than two years ago was still imprinted on his mind. He wasn't ready to do that again. Remembering cleaning up the vomit and fearing that his buddy was going to die, kept Bryan from wanting to go through that again either.
Neither was impressed by the bitter taste of beer, but neither was going to let the older crowd know that. They wanted to feel like they belonged.
When they were alone for a moment, Zeke expressed what they were both thinking.
"This stuff tastes like piss!"
"And how would you know?" Bryan asked. "Have you been hanging around Bobby?" "He seems to be into that."
"No, but I have tasted you when you hadn't just gotten out of the shower. Since I'm not cut either, I'll bet you have tasted some on me too."
Bryan had to agree that there were occasions when he had tasted more than just pre-cum on his lover. He added that it didn't disgust him either.
The boys found a convenient spot to pour out most of the beer. There was enough left to make it look like they were still enjoying their drinks.
Tanner came up to them with fresh glasses filled to the brim. They boys accepted them wondering where they would get to pour these out. They felt like they should have declined, but didn't want to look like wet blankets in front of a group of older kids.
Some girls came by to talk for a while. One of them, named Teri, was obviously feeling no pain. She wasn't content with only conversation. She was looking to get laid. She let her hand come to rest on Bryan's butt. Pretty soon, she moved it around toward his swelling mound.
"Hey, you can look, but you can't touch," Zeke said quietly.
"Ooh, ish this your little boyfriend I'm feeling up?" Teri slurred.
"Yes he is." Zeke replied (again in a low, calm voice).
The girl staggered off leaving her friends who were cracking up with laughter.
"Wow, I loved that," said one of them. "Most guys don't know how to get rid of her when she's drunk. But are you sure that your friend didn't want to get laid?"
"He'd better not!" Zeke said with a smile.
The girls eventually wandered off to join others closer to their ages leaving the two boys enough time to dump most of the second beer.
In a little while, the scent of smoke in the air wasn't coming from just the campfire. It was obvious even to the inexperienced that some pot was being smoked.
When the small, clay pipe was passed to them, both Bryan and Zeke resisted the temptation to try it. Zeke was afraid that he might get hooked. He had even been a little frightened to drink any of the beer. His grandfather had been a drunk and Zeke had heard that some tendencies like that are genetic.
Tanner tried to pressure them to take a hit, but both held their ground. Finally he shrugged saying that it would mean more for him. He did come back a few minutes later with new full glasses. Bryan held it under his nose before sipping. It smelled different than the early ones. He nudged Zeke just as his lover was about to take a drink. As they slipped away from where Tanner was standing, Bryan voiced his concerns.
"This doesn't smell right. Check it out."
Zeke sniffed Bryan's drink and agreed that it didn't smell like the early beers. It didn't smell like his drink either. It must be laced with something stronger. They decided to try something to see if they were right.
About 15 minutes later, Zeke approached Tanner with his arm around Bryan obviously struggling to keep his buddy upright. Bryan seemed to have lost his bones; his body was so limp.
"Thanks for inviting us, Tanner, but I have to take my buddy back to our cottage. I think he has had too much."
Tanner was quick to reply.
"Bring him into my room and lay him on the bed. You don't want the `rents to see him like this. Give him a couple of hours to sleep it off."
The two young men carried Bryan to the room.
"I think I'd better stay with him until his wakes up," Zeke said.
"Okay, I'll bring you a little refreshment while you wait."
Tanner soon returned with another beer for Zeke. Zeke smelled this one as unobtrusively as possible and pretended to take a healthy sip. Tanner smiled saying that he would check back in a few minutes.
Zeke dumped most of the contents of the glass out the window after spitting back the little that had gotten into his mouth. He lay down beside Bryan who was grinning at him.
"Man that smelled stronger than the one he gave you," Zeke whispered. I know that smell. I'll bet that drink is at least half scotch. It might even be cheaper than the rot-gut I drank of Grandpa's."
This was the first time in over a year that Zeke had made any reference to his one attempt to drink himself into oblivion. It nearly brought tears to Bryan's eyes as he relived part of that scene. He shuddered involuntarily. Zeke held his hand.
"Don't worry, Babe, I will never do anything that stupid again."
Zeke lay back on the bed and attempted to stare vacantly toward the ceiling.
Tanner came in locking the door behind him.
"Well, my cute little friend, are you feeling no pain?"
"Yesh," Zeke giggled.
"Okay! Now for the main event," Tanner chuckled.
He slipped out of his flimsy cotton shorts allowing his six inches of manhood its freedom.
"I'm going to fuck your sweet virgin ass while your little buddy sleeps beside you. Then I'm going to do the same to him."
As he said this, Tanner pulled some rope out of the bureau drawer to tie up the pliant Zeke. Just as he was about to slip the loop around Zeke's right arm, both younger boys jumped up and grabbed him.
"What the fuck..." was all Tanner could utter before he found himself spread-eagle on his bed tied with his own rope. Even sober, he would have been out-manned. In his semi-inebriated state, he was no match for the two wrestlers.
"I'm gonna yell for my friends and there will be Hell to pay if you don't untie me right now."
"Yeah," Zeke answered. "Who's gonna hear you over the party?"
"If you don't let me go, I'm telling your parents that you are a couple of queers. Teri told me what you said to her."
"Hey, our families know," Bryan grinned evilly. "If you want to talk to my dad about it, all I have to do is push this one button on my cell. He will be happy to confirm it. He may be less happy to know what you were planning to do to us."
"Besides," said Zeke, "anyone who wants to fuck other guys shouldn't call anyone else: queer!"
The boys discussed what they should do with Tanner. They hated to call the cops and ruin the party for the rest of the kids. Some of them would probably be arrested. They didn't want Tanner to go unpunished either. Finally Bryan whispered to Zeke an idea that had just popped into his head.
As soon as Bryan left the room, Zeke locked the door behind him. Tanner had a few minutes to worry about what the boys had cooked up when the knocking came. Two spaced raps were followed by three more in rapid succession. Zeke opened the door.
Teri stood there beside Bryan with a smirk on her face. She did not seem as inebriated as she had earlier. The boys wondered how much of that had been an act.
"Thanks guys, I think you have just solved my problem. Though from the looks of it, it isn't that big a solution," She quipped as she pointed to Tanner's wilted dick. "I think I can fix it. I know a few ways to stimulate a guy who thinks he has had enough. I may ride half the night. I really need this. That grass made me super horny. If you guys want to hang around, I'll do you first. I don't think you want to slip around in his load, though it might be a turn-on."
(While she was talking, Teri was dumping the contents of a small bag. It had contained a couple of joints, several condoms, and a small vibrating dildo.)
To show Teri that they were not interested in participating, they kissed each other passionately. Tanner went hard watching them.
"We have the rest of the night to take care of each other," Bryan assured her.
After they left the room, they heard the lock click behind them. It would be a long night for Tanner; one that he would never forget. Before going back to their cottage, they couldn't resist taking a little peek in the window. True to her word, Teri was riding Tanner like a bronco. It looked like she had inserted the dildo in Tanner's ass, but their angle of sight wasn't perfect enough to confirm that. They smiled as they walked along the beach holding hands.
It took longer going back than it had taken coming to the party. The boys had to stop to enjoy the sound of the water lapping against the beach. They also had to try a few of the moonlight kisses that song writers love to tell about.
Mary was curled up in a chaise lounge reading when they arrived. When she asked about the party, they told her that it was basically boring. Most people had seemed intent on getting smashed. The afternoon of volley ball, etc. had been a lot more fun. Mary was relieved that her son and his lover had returned apparently unscathed for a college-type bash. Her husband had been right in saying that they should be allowed to go. Yes, she had to learn to let go. They were responsible kids. They were growing up.