Zeke, Chapter 60 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.
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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Zeke, Chapter 60
Their camping trip was over all too soon as the boys packed everything and tidied up the place where they had been staying. Skip came over to say goodbye to them. He gave them is e-mail address and begged them to write. They said that they could not promise, but they would try. Skip figured that they wouldn't write to a kid like him, but he had to ask. He wished that he could live near them so that he could see them all the time. Bryan and Zeke were glad that he didn't too live close. They might write to him occasionally, but having him under foot all the time might be difficult. He was too clingy. They really did feel that he needed someone to confide in and to answer his questions. Bryan recalled that he had had his older brother to help steer him through those years. Zeke said that he has been lucky to have had Bryan to help him.
Back in Cosgrove, everyone was preparing for the new school year. It would be different for Bryan and Zeke because they were seniors. Everything that they did made them conscious that this would be the last time they would do it in this setting.
As they had promised, the parents allowed the boys to move in together in Zeke's apartment fulltime. They would no longer alternate sleeping between Zeke's and Bryan's houses. However, the Stillwell's made it clear that they expected the boys to have dinner with them at least once a week, and more often if possible.
After a lot of protesting, Grace accepted some "rent" money from Bryan. But she only gave in after he said that he would put it into an account to help pay for Zack's education (and that of any siblings the boy might have).
It was then that Grace announced that there would probably be another baby in the house in about eight months. She had just tested herself and had called Craig minutes before. The boys were the next ones to know. Everyone was thrilled even though it meant that Grace would probably not be able to finish out teaching the full year.
She had received a replacement contract for a position held by another lady who was going on maternity leave. It was ironic that she would likely be replaced by yet another person.
During their last afternoon of freedom, the boys put on some flimsy shorts, got out the hose, and washed the car. Since it was a warm day, they horsed around and got about as much water on each other as they did the car. Their wet shorts turned translucent and didn't do much to hide the equipment that was packed inside.
After cleaning the convertible thoroughly inside and out, they moved it into the shade to apply a new coat of wax being very careful not to get any on the fabric top. There was nothing like protecting one's investment. This car was their pride and joy.
That night, Zeke and Bryan laid out their clothes for the first day of school and retired early. They were excited about starting their senior year. For one thing, they were to have an active role in the assembly that took place on the first day.
The new vice principal, Cathy Epworth, wanted the student council to be actively involved in school policies. She was encouraging student input to help stamp out bullying, drug use, and truancy. It was her feeling that if students felt they had "ownership" of the rules, they would be more likely to follow them.
After going over what they would say in the assembly, the boys turned their attention to more pressing matters. Zeke was nibbling on Bryan's left ear and his actions were having the desired effect.
Bryan responded by pulling up Zeke's shirt and chewing on his right nipple. Then, not wanting to play favorites, he gave the same treatment to the left one. Zeke was beginning to squirm and breathe heavily.
The next move was toward the shower. Once there, the guys wasted no time in stripping each other. Clothes were strewn in a path leading to the stall. There was no multitasking with hair-washing and cock-sucking. They spent their energy on carefully cleaning every square inch of the other's body.
When they had dried off, they kissed their way into the bedroom. Next came a round of tongue-bathing. The taste was great -- all fresh boy flesh. The closer they got to each other's poles, the juicier they became. By the time they simultaneously engulfed the dripping phalluses, they were nearing the point of no return.
The head-bobbing didn't last long that night; neither stud had the self-discipline to hold back. With gasps and shudders, the explosions began. Gobs of hot, sticky cum bathed their tonsils on the way to their stomachs.
The cuddling time that followed was nearly as satisfying as the orgasms. At last, they were in "their" apartment sharing their lives and their love. It was almost like being married.
Both guys awakened with smiles in the morning. They took a quick, no-nonsense shower to remove the aroma of last night's activities. They had slept soundly until the alarm had awakened them so there wasn't time for any fooling around. But that was okay. They had early dismissal today. They could play after school.
On the way, the guys passed Bryce who was riding his new bicycle. The mowing business had been especially good that year and he had money for some extras. He waved in response to the honk of their car horn.
At school, everyone was greeting friends. The freshmen stood around looking awkward trying to look cool (and not show that they were scared), while the upper classmen high-fived each other and boasted of their summer activities.
It was great to see Terry come up to perform those rites with Zeke and Bryan. He had come out of his shell in a big way since last year. His experiences as a counselor at a summer camp had made him grow in confidence and poise. He was going to volunteer to be the student council rep from his homeroom this year. He had a new attitude and purpose in life since his brush with death.
Though he had been a part of the wrestling team and the choir, Terry's extreme shyness had kept him from making close friends within those groups. After being invited to eat lunch with the guys, Terry had begun to overcome his shyness. He was on his way to becoming a more recognized figure on campus. Several girls had suddenly notices his existence and that made him uncomfortable. He was still terrified of girls!
When the shortened class schedule was over, all of the students gathered in the gym for the assembly. Dr. Carlson introduced Cathy Epworth who took over the proceedings. She talked to the kids about her desire for their input. Some students didn't believe that their opinions would matter, but a number made up their minds that they would attend the planning sessions with student council officers that afternoon.
Bryan and Zeke would have to put their love-making plans on hold for a while so that they could conduct the meeting that was to take place after lunch. This meant a shortened time of play-time in the Stillwell's pool and spa.
After a quick lunch at Mickey D's, the boys were back at school. A surprisingly large number of kids showed up to participate in the rules-making session. The group had to move to the little theater to accommodate the crowd.
Zeke, as student council president, was the moderator of the meeting. The new associate principal was impressed with his ability to move the agenda along without cutting off anyone who wanted to have input. By two o'clock, the meeting was adjourned. A lot of progress had been made. Those in attendance seemed to feel like they had some say in their destiny. Cathy Epworth was pleased.
Student council members spent another half hour with Cathy planning on how to implement the suggestions of the group. It was fruitful, but Bryan was becoming antsy in his desire to get at his boyfriend.
As soon as they hit the pool at Bryan's house, they stripped and jumped into the hot tub. Their attention was more on each other than on the water that was swirling around them. Their kisses became deeper and more passionate. They climbed out and hurried to lie on one of the chaise lounges.
This time, they practiced 69 with Bryan on his back and Zeke on top. Bryan was lunging upward as Zeke was plunging his hard cock into Bryan's willing throat. Zeke was doing his best not to be rough, but he really wanted to thrust deeply into that warm, moist place.
Fortunately, both came before anyone's tonsils got injured! The sudden onset of the flood nearly choked them. Each was swallowing rapidly in an attempt not to lose any of the warm, sticky offering.
When they came down from their high, they rinsed off quickly in the pool. That woke them up so that they didn't take a post-coital nap. It was just as well. As they were getting out of the pool, they heard Mary's car enter the garage.
After dinner with Craig and Mary, Bryan and Zeke headed back to their apartment. They did a little reading to keep up on assignments before turning in for the night. Cuddled naked in their bed, they soon fell asleep.
Across town, sleep wasn't coming as quickly for Aaron and Bryce. Bryce had been allowed to sleep over with Aaron that night. He was thrilled to be able to mess around on a school night. Gina and Sally had relaxed the rules because both boys were becoming more responsible and both seemed lost without each other.
The sex was great, but after the messing around was over, Aaron had become quiet and pensive. Bryce was concerned.
"What's wrong, lover? Didn't I make you feel good?"
"Babe, you were wonderful as always. I was just thinking about the things that some of Will's old crowd said today. I am worried that they are going to be a threat. I know that we are older, but there are a couple of big kids in that group. I didn't like the way they were looking at us. I heard someone say `fags' as we walked by."
Aaron didn't mention that he had heard other slurs about Bryce's racial heritage.
"Talk is cheap. I don't think that they will dare to start anything," Bryce replied. "And, we are learning some good self-defense moves from Fr. Jerry."
Aaron was still uneasy about the new school year, but Bryce soon distracted him by nibbling his way below the sheets. Aaron's thoughts were concentrated only on the sensitive nerves in the head of his dick as he spewed for a second time that night.
As soon as he recovered, Aaron went to work making his lover feel the things that he had just experienced. With their balls completely empty for the time being, they went to sleep rapidly.
The next several days passed uneventfully. Sure there was homework, new classes to get used to, new friends, and a variety of activities; but nothing out of the ordinary.
On Wednesday of the second week, Aaron had to appear in a court hearing about child custody. His father was demanding more visiting rights than had been awarded in the divorce settlement. Just when Aaron had thought that everything was done, his father had found another way to disrupt his life.
Bryce was taking a shortcut to Aaron's house after school. He wanted to be there for his boyfriend as soon as Aaron got home. Bryce knew that Aaron would be upset.
In an alley, Bryce found himself face to face with two of Will's Dye's old buddies. Sean Fowler was the bigger of the two, but Carson Hoyt was just as mean. Bryce turned his bike around to get away, but Sean was too quick for him. Sean threw a stick into the spokes of Bryce's front wheel causing the bike to come to a quick stop and throwing Bryce to the ground.
Bryce's self-defense training was of no use as Sean held him from behind. Carson came up to the front with his fist cocked.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson, you little half-breed faggot. You don't have your cock-sucking boyfriend around to save you."
Bryce tightened his abs to prepare for the blow. No sense in not doing something to help lessen the injury. At the moment Carson's fist hit its target, Bryce pushed back into Sean. The blow hurt, but did not do as much damage as it might have. At least Bryce felt that he was keeping his head despite the fear that he felt.
About that time, Will came walking by on the street. Seeing the scuffle in the alley, he hurried to the scene.
"Hey, Will," Carson called. "You're just in time for the fun. We are going to beat some manners into this little colored shit. He's the one that got your brother killed."
Will stood torn for a moment. These were his old buds. They had been his friends for the past couple of years. Sean's parents were always at work or out. Sean had often treated his friend to some beer. Sean was a pretty cool guy.
But, Bryce had become his friend and was his neighbor now as well. Bryce might be different, but he was okay in lots of ways.
A vision of Ted flashed in his mind. He could see Ted's words on the letter he had left for Will. In that split second, Will made a decision that was to determine how he lived the rest of his life.
Will approached the other three guys with his right hand balled up into a fist. Facing Bryce, he pulled back his arm. As he began to swing, he pivoted around and landed a hard blow on Carson's chin. The latter fell dazed to the ground.
Next, Will circled behind Sean. Sean dropped his hold on Bryce to defend himself from Will. He launched himself toward Will, but he hit the ground like a ton of bricks. Bryce's arms were locked around Sean's legs. Seam wasn't going anywhere at the moment.
Will took advantage of the situation. He got Sean into a headlock from which there was no escape. Will was smaller, but stronger.
Carson was rousing himself and getting back into the fight. This time, Bryce's few lessons in self-defense served him well. He landed a high kick to Carson's chest and then spun away before the bigger boy could land a punch on him.
Carson grabbed a bottle from a trash barrel and hurled it at Bryce's head. Bryce moved quickly to avoid being hit. The bottle broke into several pieces. Carson picked up the neck of the now jagged bottle and held it like a knife. He lunged at Bryce who again eluded him.
Then, Carson decided to go after Will. Will couldn't move as quickly since he was holding onto Sean. Carson was about to cut his former buddy, when a shot rang out.
"Drop the bottle and get on the ground!" the old lady shouted.
"Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?" Carson snarled.
In answer, the woman shoved the muzzle of her rifle into his ribs. Carson hit the dirt just as his bladder let loose.
The sound of a siren announced the arrival of Sgt. Danforth's squad car. He and his partner, Sharon Nolte took charge.
"Aunt Mary, are you okay?"
"'Course I'm okay," the old woman smiled. "But this young fellow is going to need a change of underwear," she said as she pointed the gun toward Carson.
Sergeant Danforth smiled in spite of himself. Mary Farnsworth had to be well into her 80's and she was still as feisty as ever. She wasn't any relation to the young cop, but every one in town called her Aunt Mary. She was an institution.
"You know that I should probably charge you with discharging a firearm in the city limits," he said.
"But, you aren't going to are you, dear?" Aunt Mary smiled again. "You know that I did it in order to spare this other boy serious harm."
"It's true." Will spoke up for the first time. "Carson was going to cut me with that and would have if she hadn't come along. Thanks, lady."
Sean and Carson lied their heads off about who attacked whom. They made themselves out to be the victims. But it didn't fly. It might have ended up as a "he said vs. he said" situation, except for the word of Mary Farnsworth.
"I saw the whole thing. I called 911 right after these two attacked this dark-skinned kid. I was in my upstairs window with my binoculars trying to get a look at the strange bird that's been sitting in my apple tree. So, I didn't miss anything. It wasn't a fair fight. After this other kid (pointing to Will) came along, it looked like maybe I didn't need to call anyone. But after this punk (gesturing to Carson with the rifle again) got the broken glass, I figured I couldn't wait on you guys."
Everyone had to go to the station to make formal statements. The two bullies went in the squad car while Will and Bryce rode with Mary. She was a surprisingly good driver for an octogenarian. The boys were impressed.
Bryce's crippled bike was secure locked in Mary's garage before they headed out. She didn't want to see it stolen. No sense in making the day worse than it was already.
Bryce rode shotgun while Will sat behind him in the back seat. The adrenaline rush was now subsiding. Bryce was feeling shaky. He wanted more that anything to be held in his boyfriend's arms.
Will sensed that Bryce was about to lose it. He reached forward and put his hands on Bryce's shoulders.
"You were really something out there. You're a kick-ass kid. Oops, sorry, ma'am."
"I'm not familiar with that term," Mary said. "But if it means that he could kick some ass, I guess it fits!"
Both boys giggled at her candor. Her remarks lightened the mood and helped Bryce keep himself together.
That evening, when things had quieted down, Aaron insisted that Bryce needed him. Bryce had called him to come over after dinner. Gina, his mother, agreed. In fact, she drove him over to Bryce's house. When he got there, Will and his mother were there too. Everyone was having ice cream. Sally thought that nothing calmed the nerves like chocolate ice cream. Gina was talked into joining them.
Aaron came up to Will and hugged him.
"Thanks for helping Bryce, Dude."
Will smiled and hugged back. Then, trying to sound like a home boy, he responded.
"Well, he's part of the `hood. And I couldn't let anything happen to your guy."
The room went silent momentarily.
"I'm sorry, I thought... Shit!"
"It's okay, you're right, he is my guy. Our parents know. It's okay."
Will's breathing slowed down to normal. He looked at both of the other boy's.
"I'm not going to out you at school. I'm okay with you guys. You've been nice to me. I feel like we are friends, okay?"
The buzz of conversation in the room resumed. After a while, Gina excused herself to go home to the other kids. Will and his mom bid the rest a goodnight.
On the way to their house, Will's mother put her arm around Will's shoulders. She was surprised at how big and strong they were. He was growing up before her eyes. He was growing up okay. She was proud and said so.
"You're a good kid, Will Dye. I'm very proud to be able to call you my son."
Will smiled in the dark. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it as he leaned into her embrace.
Back at Bryce's house, he finally got his wish. He was naked in bed securely wrapped in his lover's arms. It was then that he let out the feelings that had been bottled up since 3:00 o'clock. He was sure that he would drown his boyfriend in salt water before he was done.
Aaron just held him and kissed him until the storm of emotions had passed. Once Bryce could talk again, he poured out all of the details. It seems that the bullies weren't very smart. Once they got to the police station, they stated blaming each other for planning the attack. They got mad at one point and referred to Bryce with the hated "N" word as well as calling him a "fag." That made the attack a hate crime. The broken glass qualified as a weapon. Those two were being held in juvenile detention until they appeared before a judge the next day. Their prospects of getting off with a slap on the wrist were diminishing by the moment -- especially since both had prior run-ins with the law.
Bryce was still restless even after he had quieted down. Aaron knew just how to fix that. He worked on Bryce's nipples for a few minutes before kissing a trail down to the big target between Bryce's legs. Bryce wanted to reciprocate, but Aaron wouldn't let him.
"Tonight is just about you, Babe. I am so thankful to have you. I'm going to show you how much!"
That ended the talking. Any further attempts on Aaron's part would have been muffled by the sizeable sausage in his mouth. For Bryce's part, he could only moan his appreciation.
When it finally came, the surge of cum was as large as Bryce could ever remember producing. Aaron nearly choked on it initially. He wasn't expecting so much.
Within a matter of minutes, Bryce was sound asleep in Aaron's arms. Aaron lay awake for a while counting his blessings. Though he hadn't let Bryce touch him, he was horny to the max. He moved his hips gently, thrusting his dripping phallus against Bryce's firm butt.
In his half-sleep state, Bryce seemed to sense what was going on. He raised his left leg and pulled Aaron's cock between his legs. Aaron began to pump in earnest. His load splashed against Bryce's ball sac. Spent and smiling, Aaron joined his lover in dreamland.
Author's note:
I heard from Rad recently. His mother had the surgery which removed 90% of the cancer. The doctors are going to treat the rest with whatever means works best. Rad thanks you all for your thoughts and prayers. He was especially appreciative of the letter from Dave that I forwarded. It meant a lot to him to hear from someone who had been through this already.
Please look for a new posting called: Matt and Jon under high school. It is by one of our own! Also new chapters of Justin and TJ should be posted soon. This story is written by a Zeke fan.
Thanks to Tom H., Jon, Eldon, and Jerry for writing recently. Jerry wants to convey his congratulations to Robert and Walt. He is envious of your relationship!
Well, guys, this is the last posting for a couple of weeks at least. I will be gone to Alaska and won't be able to post again until the end of the month. I probably won't be able to check my e-mail either. Be safe and take care.
David