Published: 05 Jan 2017

Homecoming in October came off well as usual. The football team won their game against a worthy opponent because of Kevin Hames’s abilities as a quarterback. He accepted the praise of his peers humbly, citing how much he had learned from playing with Allen and Alex. He said he wished he had the ability to read his receiver’s mind like Allen seemed to have with his twin.

Kevin was crowned homecoming king at halftime and Leah Foster was crowned queen. Both were happy to be thrown together for the dance because neither had a serious love interest and were attracted to each other enough to think this might lead to a relationship.

Mike and Brent took the suggestion of their older mentors and went to the dance stag. They ended up having a good time and were out on the floor for nearly every dance. The only down side to it was that they were not dancing with each other.

Dane, Colt, Dustin, and Dave went as a foursome. They also danced with a number of girls, but braved the possibility of being teased or hassled by their peers and danced with their boyfriends for the last, slow number of the evening. Dane thought of Joel and Alex in that moment because it had been they who had broken the barrier first.

For many of the kids on the dance floor, it was more like rubbing together locked in an embrace. A number of young males were happy that the lights weren’t turned up after it ended because they weren’t eager to have their classmates see evidence of their arousal.

In early November, Greta’s boys were having an interesting discussion sitting on Dane and Colt’s bed.

“Coach Franklin seems to know his stuff, but I’m kind of concerned about some of the things he wants to do,” Dustin said.

Colt agreed: “Yeah, that bit about ordering different colored jocks to signify our weight classes is kinda weird.”

“Well, after Dustin’s big show at a meet last year, it might not hurt to cage that beast!” Dave snickered.

“But having the whole team at his lake cottage for a party and sleepover where we have to wear nothing but our jocks all weekend seems strange to me,” Dustin continued.

“It’s supposed to build camaraderie and togetherness, and it’s still better than having his two co-captains, us, alone with him like he wanted at first,” Colt insisted.

“Do you think he’s a dirty old man?” Dane grinned.

“I’d bet Bob Manson’s farm!” Dave exclaimed.

The boys went on discussing the new wrestling coach and speculating on why He’d left a winning tradition at a larger school to come to Bentonville. He could possibly be a pervert, but they decided to give him the benefit of the doubt for the time being.

“I emailed Dad about it,” Colt remarked. “He said he read a true story on a discussion board on the ‘net about a coach who used to have his team captain share a room with him on wrestling trips. The guy writing it claimed he and his coach used to suck each other off and then sleep together.”

“Damn! I don’t want to feel like I could be pressured into doing anything like that!” Dustin gasped.

“Me neither,” Colt agreed.

“You’d better not follow through even if you are pressured!” Dave insisted and Dane was quick to concur.

It was also in early November that the same four guys visited two of the state universities. At the University of Iowa, they stayed in dorm rooms which were part of a suite divided by a bathroom with a door to each room. The assignment was a lot more comfortable for them than sharing with guys they didn’t know. There was no worry about what the others would think if they slept naked, sprouted morning wood, or made out with their boyfriends.

Bryan and Zeke invited them over to the mobile home they shared with Trevor and Marc. They all went out for a quick dinner together, but didn’t have any extra time since there was an orientation meeting at 7:00.

They did spend a couple of hours after the meeting enjoying the exercise facilities at the field house. No one hit on them, although a couple of guys were openly checking them out in the sauna.

Their second visit, a week later, was to Iowa State in Ames. There, Alex and Joel met them for dinner and showed them around more than the student hosts did. Both schools had an excellent reputation and both were interested in Colton and Dustin because of their wrestling records. Coaches at both schools talked about the possibility of sports scholarships. It was going to be a difficult choice, but all four were certain of one thing. Wherever they went, they would do it together.

Brent was experiencing a number of emotional ups and downs. Darrin had set up counseling sessions with Lori Evans to work out his problems. She had prescribed a mild antidepressant that had recently been approved by the FDA for use with young adults. Her instructions were to limit its usage until he could tell her if he experienced any side effects.

One evening, when he and Mike were studying together, Brent became argumentative. Mike tried to take a conciliatory approach to avoid an all-out quarrel. Brent, however, got upset and angry. He yelled at Mike and told him to go home and leave him alone. Mike was hurt. He didn’t yell back, but simply packed up his homework and left quietly. He cried all the way as he trudged home and he slipped into the house without letting his parents see his distress.

Back at the old Victorian house, John was disturbed by what he’d overheard. Because he felt compelled to do so, he came into Brent’s room unannounced and found the boy counting the number of antidepressants in his bottle. That made John even more concerned.

“I’m just checking to see how soon I need to have this prescription filled,” Brent lied looking at the floor.

“Bullshit! Brent, I’ve been where you are. You can’t pull that crap on me. I’m taking charge of your meds and doling them out as you need them.”

“Yeah, so you can use them yourself to get high?”

“I should slap you for what you’re implying, but I have some idea of how lousy you feel. I was emotionally abandoned by my parents and I was abused by a ‘friend of the family’ who used to babysit my brother and me. I’ve been there. I considered taking the easy way out too.

I know why you started that argument with Mike,” John continued. “You wanted to push him away before you did yourself in. You wanted him to hate you so he wouldn’t be so hurt when you were gone. Come here!”

Brent obeyed John’s command even though he didn’t know what to expect. John pulled the boy into a tight embrace and rubbed his back. That was all it took for Brent to break down and cry like a baby. He sobbed until he had soaked John’s shirt through. When he was done, he felt slightly better.

“You’re right. I was going to give up and die,” Brent confessed. “My Mom doesn’t love me, my Dad’s dead because of what I am, and I feel like I don’t have a family anymore.”

“You’re not responsible for your father’s death! You have us for family and you have Mike. He loves you so much that it almost hurts. I can see it in his eyes. He idolizes you the way I do Darrin. Even when I feel down, and I do sometimes, I could never take my own life knowing what it would do to him. I know it isn’t meant as a selfish act, but in a way it is. Think of Mike, your grandmother, the guys in this house, and all of your friends at school. We would suffer a great loss if you left us.”

Brent cried again as the reality of John’s words soaked in.

“It’s still early. I’m going to call Mike and ask him to come back,” John said.

“You’re not going to tell him what I was thinking about doing,” Brent pleaded.

“No, I’m not; but you are! He has a right to know, and you’re the one who has to tell him. It’s not healthy to have secrets in a relationship. You have to be honest. He needs to know so he can understand what’s going on in your head and be supportive.”

Brent was not entirely pleased with John’s demand as the latter made the call. But, he began to rehearse what he would say to his lover because he knew in his heart that John was right.

Mike was at the door, gasping for breath, nearly as soon as John had hung up the receiver. He had evidently run all of the way. He was troubled when he saw that Brent’s eyes were puffy from crying.

“Mike, we need to go to my room and I need to tell you how sorry I am.”

Mike was about to protest that he didn’t need an apology, but Brent nearly dragged him to the second floor bedroom. Once inside, Brent’s eyes filled with tears again and he was hardly able to talk.

“I was thinking about doing something that was really wrong on my part. John had a talk with me and made me see that I was being selfish. I was going to overdose on my meds and simply go to sleep – permanently. I didn’t want to tell you, but he convinced me I had to. I’m very sorry.”

Mike didn’t leave Brent in doubt about how he felt – even for a second. He pulled his boyfriend into a fierce hug which nearly crushed his ribcage. The two stood in the bedroom crying together for several minutes.

Mike finally said, “Brent, if you had gone through with it, I would have figured out a way to join you. I’d have thrown myself in front of a freight train or gone to Cosgrove and jumped into the river. I couldn’t go on without you.”

“Shit! I’d have been guilty of killing you too!” Brent sobbed.

“No, I would have followed you willingly. But, you didn’t carry it though. Something stopped you.”

“Yeah, John did. He overheard me picking a fight with you and thought it was unusual. After you left, he felt like he was being nudged to check on me. He wasn’t sure why, but has his suspicions.”

“Miss Charlotte?”

“That’s a strong possibility.”

John rapped on the door and entered after being invited in. He had a tray with a large bowl of popcorn and cans of the boys’ favorite sodas.

“Since it’s Friday night, why don’t you call your parents to get permission to stay over?” John said to Mike. “I think it would do you both good to be close tonight.”

Mike had no problem getting his parents’ consent. He had a toothbrush in the bathroom and a few extra clothes in Brent’s closet for impromptu invitations.

The guys were all nearly ready to settle down for the night when the phone rang. Darrin grabbed it quickly because he didn’t want it to disturb the rest of the household. The call was from Lori Evans.

The gist of it was that she had been reading a medical journal online that evening about the meds she had prescribed for Brent and the evidence disturbed her enough to phone past the time she felt was socially proper.

The study suggested that the drug, when given to teens, contributed to mood swings and suicidal thoughts. Fortunately, only one young man had actually taken his own life while on the medicine, and might not have done so because of it, but there was no reason to take any chances. She wanted Brent to stop taking the prescription immediately and to destroy the rest of the pills.

Darrin thanked her repeatedly for alerting them to the possible danger. When he got off the phone, he knocked on Brent’s door.

Brent and Mike were lying naked under the sheet and light blanket, but quickly invited Darrin in after moving apart slightly.

Darrin told them about Dr. Lori’s concern and asked for the bottle. Brent took it out of the drawer and handed it over willingly.

“I’ll be glad to be rid of them. Did John tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“That I was thinking of doing myself in.”

“No, he only said that you and Mike had had a fight and he was trying to get you to make up. It looks like he succeeded,” Darrin commented with a grin.

“Yeah he did. So you think it was the meds that made me want to do it?”

“Probably. If you’re already down, some antidepressant drugs can push you over the edge. I’ve been on a couple of calls where that was the case. Fortunately, we managed to get the people to the hospital on time!”

“So John keeps secrets from you?” Brent asked.

“Not about himself. He’s very honest. But, he’s not a gossip, and he can be trusted with your deepest secret as long as he feels that keeping it wouldn’t do you harm.”

“He’s really cool!”

“Yeah, I’m very lucky to have found him. I think you might be that lucky too,” Darrin said inclining his head toward Mike.

“You’re right,” Brent agreed taking Mike’s hand in his.

“I think you’ve made a friend for life,” Darrin said to John as they got ready for bed. “You did the right thing by not telling anyone else about Brent’s wanting to die. It’s no one else’s business!”

“I wasn’t sure. I figured it was best for him to take responsibility for letting others know if he wanted them to. I see he trusted you with the information. I did insist that he level with Mike. He shouldn’t try to keep that kind of secret from his lover.”

“Would you keep that from me,” Darrin inquired.

“No. You know I don’t have any secrets from you. You even know exactly where my G-spot is.”

“Want me to prove I can still find it?”

“Yeah! I was about to suggest it!”

Brent couldn’t get to sleep easily. Whether it was due to residual medication in his body or the realization of what he had contemplated doing or both, he simply couldn’t settle down.

Mike came up with a plan to help calm him down. He coaxed him to share a hot bath (it didn’t take too much persuading) in the bathroom down the hall. As evidence of how at home both were becoming in that house, neither bothered to put anything on before walking down the hall hand in hand.

After they had soaked and played around until the water began to cool, they toweled each other off and returned to the bedroom. This time, they followed their hard cocks up the hall.

Dan peeked out of the room he was sharing with Cory in time to see the streakers. He ducked back before they saw him. He didn’t want to embarrass them, and he didn’t necessarily want them to see that Cory and he were heading to the same bathroom to rinse away the evidence of their lovemaking.

Mike laid the drier of their two towels on the bed and told Brent to lie face down on it. He got a bottle of baby oil out of the nightstand drawer and warmed some in his hands. Then he proceeded to rub Brent’s tight back, feeling it ease under his touch. He worked his way down toward Brent’s firm, but spongy butt cheeks. Brent flinched when Mike’s fingers strayed into the cleft between them, but soon relaxed again, enjoying the feeling.

Mike abandoned that area for a few minutes while he massaged Brent’s feet and ankles. Soon, he worked his way to the calves and up toward Brent’s thighs. By this time, Brent was oozing precum on the towel.

Brent was moaning non-stop even before Mike had moved back up to his ass. He felt like he was on fire with lust.

“Take me,” he pleaded as Mike’s fingers teased his rosebud.

“We’re too young. I bet even Dane and Colt haven’t done it yet.”

“We’re not Dane and Colt. Besides, I could have died a virgin. I don’t want to do that.”

“Then for sure I’m not gonna do it!” Mike insisted. “That can be an incentive for you to stay alive.”

Mike didn’t relent, but he did slip his middle finger into Brent’s most private place. Brent flinched.

“Take it easy; that feels like a baseball bat!” he groaned.

“Still think you want my six-incher?”

“Uh, maybe you’re right. I guess we should wait.”

Mike went back to teasing Brent’s asshole until his sphincter muscle relaxed. Then, he slipped his little finger in. Brent moaned in pleasure this time as Mike got near his prostate.

After a few minutes of stimulation, he replaced his pinky with his index finger. Brent pushed up against the intruder trying to get it further into him.

Eventually, Brent was able to take Mike’s middle finger without pain. This time, his prostate got massaged thoroughly. About 20 seconds into the action, he spewed his load on the towel. He turned over right away and the quick-thinking Mike managed to catch the rest of the spurts in his mouth. Then he proceeded to lick Brent’s wilting tool clean.

Brent was totally sated and satisfied, but felt he should return the favor. Mike said he could wait until the next day. He knew Brent was now so stress-free that he was fighting to stay awake. It didn’t take long for him to succumb to the magic of the sandman.

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