Published: 27 Oct 2016

On Sunday, Abby went with the Albers to Father Jerry’s church. Because she was an active Episcopalian, she was quite at home with the liturgy. After the service, they all went out for a meal along with Joel and his grandparents.

Before Abby had to get ready to return to Madison, Allen and she drove out to the place where they had kissed the night before. They spent several minutes making out. When they came up for air, Allen was panting.

“Abby, I feel like we’ve known each other for a life-time. I love you! Please tell me you feel the same and that you’ll wait for me. Please don’t do this with other guys!”

“I do love you, and I promise I won’t mess around with anyone else,” Abby sighed as she ran her hand down his chest. “I’m really happy that you’re comfortable with the ‘L’ word. Lots of guys are afraid to commit their hearts to someone. They only want the sex part.”

Allen was feeling lust as well as love, but he knew better than to admit it to her. If Abby had slid her hand under his waistband, he probably would have cum right then and there. But she didn’t tease him, other than to caress his left nipple. That caused his cock to throb and deposit some more drops of sticky precum in his underwear. It was likely that she was aware of his lustful feelings.

They talked of the future as they sat back and cooled down. She had decided to apply to Iowa State for admission next year, and he was going to apply there and also to Madison. That way, they had time to decide which school they would attend. Either way, they were determined to be together.

A little later, she drove him back to his house for one more kiss before heading back to school. Allen really hated to see her go.

“Boy have you got it bad!” Alex snickered when his brother came floating into the house.

Allen simply stood there grinning like an idiot. He knew he had it bad and there was no denying it. After receiving a little more ribbing from Alex and Joel, he went to his room to “do homework.” His main object of study was anatomy, principally, his aching cock. He whipped it out and stroked himself quickly to another messy climax.

At school on Monday, a major topic of conversation was a letter that had been sent to the board of education with a copy forwarded to Mr. Haggerty, the Principal. The gossip mill had begun churning out tidbits after one of the secretaries told her daughter about the letter, and the girl told it in confidence to her best friend. From there, it took about 30 minutes to spread through the entire student body.

The substance of the letter consisted of a tirade against the school’s new gay/straight alliance. It seemed that one of the mothers thought that this was leading to all kinds of evil, including the promotion of homosexual activities as exemplified by males dancing with each other at homecoming. The mother demanded that the organization be disbanded and that the principal be fired.

No one was sure who had sent the letter, but there were speculations. Dustin had a sinking feeling that he knew the source. His mother had been on a crusade lately. It was getting more and more difficult to be in her presence. She had recently joined a very fundamentalist church that had a new minister who seemed to be styling himself after Fred Phelps in Topeka, Kansas. The new man even recommended that members of the congregation go to: www.godhatesamerica.com/ to read Phelps’ messages about homosexuals and how tolerating fags was the cause of American soldiers were dying in Iraq.

Later, Dustin’s suspicions were confirmed when his mother called him on his cell to tell him to come home immediately. She didn’t want him staying for cross-country because she didn’t want him hanging around with those nasty boys who pretended to be his friends, but were leading him to Hell. She said she was going to make sure he was “healed” and then she was going to sue the board and the principal for helping to make him stay queer.

Dustin quickly called his father at work to get permission to go to practice and to stay with Dave for the night. Gary promised to get to the bottom of the matter as soon as he got home.

“I’m not going to abandon you, son. I’m thinking you may have to move out for your own sake. I love you and I want you to be happy. We’ll work out something!”

Dustin went to practice, but it was difficult to focus. His mind was in turmoil wondering how things would come out. But, running did help to de-stress his body. He would probably sleep well that night despite his concerns.

When Gary Fagan got home after work, his wife, Mary, was in an agitated state.

“Dustin isn’t home and I told him to come home immediately after school. I want you to find him and bring him here. Pastor Thomas was here to pray with him to help him see the light. He had to leave, but he’ll come back as soon as I phone him.”

“Dustin called me, and I gave him permission to go to practice and told him to stay with Dave tonight. We have to get this straightened out before he lives under this roof another day,” Gary said.

“How dare you allow him to do that after I told him to come home?” Mary demanded.

“Well, woman, do you believe all the shit your new minister is filling you with? Do you believe that all gays are going to Hell and that soldiers are dying because God is punishing us?”

“That’s what Reverend Phelps says. And Pastor Thomas says that he is a true man of God. He’s studied the Bible, so he knows about the wrath of God!”

“Do you also believe that men are the head of their houses? If you buy part of it, you’re stuck with the whole ball of wax. You must respect any decision that I make! I’m the head of this house and what I say goes.”

Gary’s wife was quiet for the moment. She was not used to having her husband take this tack. He had always treated her like an equal. What was he trying to pull? Of course, Pastor Thomas said that women must submit to their husbands, but that was mostly figuratively speaking, wasn’t it? That was something that was a part of the culture of the time when the Bible was written. Certainly it didn’t apply like that today!

Gary was on a roll and not ready to stop.

“I suppose you also believe in a literal Adam and Eve.”

“Well, yes, the Bible says that God began the human race that way.” Mary responded.

“If God made Eve from Adam’s ribs how do you account for the fact that men and women have the same number of ribs? And if all of us are descended from those two people, then our ancestors were guilty of incest and God must have approved it. Does the Bible condone incest?

And I happen to know that you break the law of the Old Testament frequently by eating pork and shellfish. That’s in the same book that says that men shouldn’t ‘lie together.’ So, don’t give me this shit that our son is going to Hell for being gay, he’s just as God made him!”

Mary wanted to scream and yell back at her husband, but his arguments were difficult to refute. If she insisted that everyone came from Adam and Eve, how could she say it was against God’s will to commit incest? How could she say that parts of the Bible must be followed and others were optional? Why did Gary have to be so damned logical? Well, Pastor Thomas was a minister, so he must be right. He would know how to counteract Gary’s reasoning. Didn’t it say somewhere in the Bible that the Devil could quote scripture? Maybe it was the Devil speaking through her husband. She covered her ears and hummed a hymn to block out Gary’s words.

After Gary cooled down, he called Geoff Harrison, Dave’s dad, to make sure that it was okay for Dustin to stay over. He insisted on sending money to help pay for the groceries that his hungry offspring seemed to be able to inhale.

The two men discussed the boys’ plight, especially Dustin’s. They also talked about the cost of gasoline and the time the boys spent commuting to Bentonville.

“I’ve been mulling this entire subject over for a while lately,” Geoff said. “What do you think about trying to find a place for the boys to room in Bentonville during the week? It would save a lot of miles on the vehicles and probably keep them safer. Once cold weather sets in, there will be the chance of ice and snow. I don’t like them separated from their parents, but it might be better in the long run.”

Gary snorted. “In Dustin’s case, it would be better if he were separated from this house. I love him and I want to see him happy. I never thought I would come to the point in life where I would be encouraging him to live with another guy, but I have. Your son is the best thing he has going for him. Dave’s really a great kid!”

Geoff was wiping his eyes on the other end of the phone line. It seemed like a miracle that the man who had forbade his son to ever speak to Dave again was now encouraging the relationship.

After Gary got off the phone, he called DJ’s house. Ellen answered, telling him that DJ had just come in the door.

“Yeah, Gary, what’s up?” DJ inquired as he took the receiver.

“DJ, do you know of anyone who might be willing to take a couple of high school kids as boarders this school year? It’s time that I got Dustin away from his mother.”

“Whoa, it’s that bad?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’ll ask around. I guarantee you that I’ll come up with something. I’m sure Dane and Colton will have some input into this as well. They love those guys like brothers.”

“Thanks DJ. You’re a lifesaver. I owe you already for setting my head straight. I won’t forget this.”

“No problem.”

After he hung up, DJ took Ellen in his arms.

“What do you think about having a couple more sons?”

“Are you getting amorous? Should I check the oven and head for the bedroom?”

“Sorry, Honey, I was thinking about taking in a couple of roomers.”

“I overheard enough to suspect that,” Ellen snickered. “But I like the first idea pretty well too.”

DJ looked at the clock and noted that Greta and the boys weren’t due for another 45 minutes. He wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips. Ellen closed the oven door and nibbled on his neck. They headed to the bedroom quietly, hoping not to awaken the twins from their afternoon nap.

At dinner that evening, Dane began the conversation about Dustin’s situation before DJ had a chance to bring it up.

“Dad, we’ve been talking to Grandma and wondered what you would think of our plan. She’s fine with it. We’d like to invite Dustin and Dave to live in the guest room during the school week. I’m sure they’ll help pay the bills. Dustin just has to get away from his mother. Colt and I will get some part-time work if that’s what it would take to make it happen.”

When DJ and Ellen broke into laughter, the boys wondered what in the world they were thinking. DJ quickly explained about Gary’s call and how Ellen and he were discussing opening their house to Dave and Dustin.

Greta assured her son that she could handle the extra company more easily because she didn’t have any babies at her house. She would enjoy having them. It made her feel useful to have kids to look after. She told her grandsons that money wasn’t a problem, but that she would let Dave and Dustin chip in on groceries because she knew Gary wouldn’t want to accept “charity.”

“You boys have enough on your plates with school and activities. That IS your job for the time being. I want you to get good grades and to enjoy high school without the extra stress of working. It will be a joy to have your friends living with us too.”

As the dishes were being cleared after dinner, DJ called Gary to tell him of their solution. Gary nearly cried.

“I really owe you big-time now, Johnson. How am I ever going to get even? I WILL be paying for Dustin’s keep. You can tell Greta that. Better yet, let me talk to her myself.”

While his grandmother conversed with Gary, Dane got out his cell phone to call Dave about the plans. Dave put his head close to Dustin’s so they could both hear and talk to the guys on the other end who were sharing Dane’s cell in the same manner.

“That’s great,” Dustin cheered. “But won’t it be a little tight about getting ready in the morning with four guys using one bathroom?”

“Not as long as we shower in pairs,” Dane giggled. “Besides, Colt and I can go downstairs to use that one. Grandma has her own bath attached to her bedroom.”

The four boys discussed the adjustment problems they could foresee in living together and didn’t believe there would be any that they couldn’t overcome. They figured it would be a blast since they were very compatible already. There would have to be some rules about household chores, etc. They would sit down to talk those over tomorrow after school at Greta’s house. She was already planning a welcome dinner in honor of her new tenants.

At school the following morning, Dustin looked happier than anyone had seen him since his reunion with Dave at the cottage. The first thing he did was to grab Dane in a large hug and swing him around. Then he did the same to Colton. Some of the students passing in the hall wondered what was going on. Most laughed because they were used to seeing the guys horse around like that anyway.

Dustin was so elated that he initially found it difficult to concentrate on his work. Eventually, he settled down. By second period, he was back in the groove.

At lunch, conversation centered on the dreaded ITED’s (Iowa Test of Educational Development) which would begin the next week. Some of the kids would blow them off, making patterns of the ovals on the score sheets. The students at the boys’ table were more serious than that.

“I think they’re kind of fun in a way,” Sara ventured. “I especially like the vocabulary part. I love to see if I can nail all of them.”

Others had their favorite sections. Joel really “ate up” the math questions. The twins liked the science part best. Most of the seniors thought this year’s tests would feel like child’s play after taking the college entrance exams.

Eventually, discussion turned to the gay/straight alliance. Everyone hoped that the disgruntled parent (as yet unidentified publicly) wouldn’t put the club in jeopardy. Dane said he had talked to Mr. Haggerty that morning, and had been assured the organization would survive.

Four tired boys headed to Greta’s house in two vehicles after cross-country and band practices. The aroma of home-cooked food perked them up the moment they came in the kitchen door. Greta had outdone herself. She had a medium rare beef roast ready to carve. It was accompanied by mashed potatoes and gravy with a big salad and steamed veggies.

Before they ate, Greta asked a blessing on the food and thanked God for sending her two more boys to be like sons. The boys were all blinking a bit when they raised their heads because they didn’t want to get overly emotional. After all, they were guys.

Beef is an Iowa staple for a hearty meal. Meat with a hint of bloodiness is exactly the kind of food many young athletes crave to assuage their hunger after a good workout. All four did justice to the meal.

After dinner, Greta was delighted to see her newest “sons” pitch in to help clear the table and put food away. As she had suspected, these weren’t going to be difficult guys to live with.

“Now, don’t expect this kind of meal every night,” she warned. “There will be times when you kids will be making dinner and times when I will feed you take-out.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Dustin insisted. “I would be willing to eat dog food to live in this loving home.”

“Hmm,” Greta mused. “I think there is a sale on Alpo or was it Little Friskies?”

The boys giggled at Greta’s sense of humor. Dave and Dustin were certain they were going to enjoy being a part of this household.

As Greta went into the family room to catch her favorite TV show, the boys retreated to the upstairs to do their homework. It was nice having a couple more study partners who were serious about their work. Since they shared some classes, they could at least discuss the questions before they wrote down the answers in their own words.

Around 9:30, the aroma of popcorn came wafting up to the second floor. It was followed by Greta’s call for the boys to come get some. They sat around the kitchen table enjoying their snack. Greta sat with them for a while. Their laughter and love of life warmed her heart. She truly loved kids. That was why she had remained in education for so many years.

Before the boys retired for the night, they all sat on Colt and Dane’s bed to talk about house rules. Dustin again thanked them for their willingness to help him out.

“I’ll never forget this. You don’t know how bad it was living at home.”

Colt got a faraway look in his eyes as he responded.

“Yeah, I think I can relate.”

Dustin had thought that the after school running would have worn him out for the night, but once he was cuddled next to his lover, Dave, he found he had recovered his strength. He ran his tongue on the lobe of Dave’s right ear. Dave moaned and wiggled his butt against the hardening piece of flesh that was nestled there. That caused Dustin’s love-muscle to reach a steely consistency. He used it to make slight thrusting motions.

Dave turned over in a flash forcing Dustin on his back and lying on top of him. Dave began his own thrusting after adjusting their cocks to lie side by side. With their tongues battling for dominance in each other’s mouth, the boys moaned and thrust until their vocal emanations turned into expectant whimpers.

Dustin slipped a middle finger into the cleavage of Dave’s butt. He worked it toward Dave’s most private place. That gesture sent Dave to nirvana a split second before his lover. Moments later, Dave nearly fell off of Dustin because of the slipperiness of the loads they had deposited between them. They giggled at their predicament as Dustin tried to grab a discarded T-shirt from the floor to mop up the mess.

Across the hall, Colt and Dane giggled because of the amorous sounds coming from the guest room. They had planned to go directly to sleep, but found that it was too hard. In fact, a couple of things were HARD! After a brief amount of foreplay, Colton turned around to the sixty-nine position and the boys went for the main event.

The rutting noises from the other bedroom had been quite stimulating. It didn’t take them long to produce a couple of gushers. Of course, they didn’t have to search for something to clean them up. As usual, they didn’t waste the protein.

Colt had set the alarm a few minutes earlier than usual so he and Dane could get in and out of the bathroom quickly enough to give the other two some privacy. His plan went okay at first, until Dave had to come in to pee. He had become so comfortable about letting others see him naked, that he just walked in bare-assed and took a leak as the Johnson boys were brushing their teeth. Colt giggled.

“I guess after all the naked time we’ve spent at the lake there’s no reason to worry about giving anyone any privacy.”

“Hey, it works for me,” Dave snickered as he shook off the last drops.

“It sounded like something else worked for you two last night,” Dane snickered.

“Yeah, well, we weren’t the only ones,” Dave shot back with a grin.

Dustin ambled in about that time sporting his morning wood with no embarrassment either. Dane swatted him on the butt as he passed. There was more comment about the night’s activities, all in good fun, of course. It was obvious to all concerned that this was going to be a great school year.

The boys got dressed for school and began to make breakfast. Colt got the coffee pot going, knowing that Greta would want a cup the moment she hit the kitchen.

They had bacon cooking in the microwave and were scrambling eggs when Greta came in looking bleary-eyed.

“I got involved in a good mystery novel last night and couldn’t put it down. I’m sorry I overslept!” she apologized.

“That’s okay, Grandma,” Dane smiled. “Just don’t expect a big breakfast every morning. Sometimes you may have to settle for Kibbles and Bits with cold milk poured over them.

“Touché!” she laughed. “I had that one coming. By the way, will you be home about the same time tonight? I’m thinking of roasting a couple of chickens. And, I think we’ll have fish on Friday. Will you all be here, or will you two go to your house?” she asked turning to Dave.

“Um, we have a meet on Saturday, so I think we will go to my house after it and come back here on Sunday after dinner. Please don’t worry about cooking for us all of the time.”

“Son, there is never any worry involved about cooking for my four grandsons.”

Dustin swallowed the lump in his throat, along with a bite of scrambled egg. This lady was awesome!

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