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- Love Finds the Beaver. Chap I
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(From a discarded script removed from the office) (of a well known pedo-perv studio executive.)
"Hey, Beav, ya doin anything after school today?" Gilbert, Beaver Cleaver's best friend since second grade, was standing by their lockers in between 4th and 5th periods.
"Gee, Gilbert, I don't think so, how come?" said Beaver.
"Its a Secret." replied the blond boy smugly. "Is your Mom still" volunteering at the old folk's home on thursdays?"
"Um, well, gee, yeah...until six. Why?"
"Great. I got something to show you, but it's just between us guys."
"Um, gee, Gilbert, I, I guess that's okay." said a bemused Beaver.
"See ya on the bus, Beav." Gilbert waved and went off to 9th grade algebra.
The day unfolded routinely, and soon enough Gilbert and Beaver were sitting in the din of a junior high school bus, trying to talk over the roar of everyone else trying to talk over the roar.
"IS WALLY HOME?" yelled Gilbert.
"NO." yelled Beav. "HE'S AT DEBATE CAMP!"
"HOW ABOUT YER DAD?"
"HE'S AT WORK. WHY DO YOU WANT TO KNOW THAT?"
"YOU'LL SEE. JUST WAIT." grinned the 14 year old.
The bus pulled up to their corner and the boys got down and began walking up the street to the Cleaver residence. Beaver unlocked the front door and they went straight to the kitchen to raid the Fridgidaire. After gorging like jungle animals on milk and oreos, they headed up the stairs to Beav and Wally's room.
They both flopped down on Beaver's bed. Gilbert dug in his notebook and produced a well-worn folded paper. He giggled.
"Wait till you see this Beav. it's Hot!"
Thedore gingerly unfolded the paper, as if it would somehow blow up unexpectedly. It wouldn't be the first time he had been the fall guy for one of Gilbert's pranks. Beaver glanced at the paper and then sucked in his breath. His eyes grew wide with surprise and his freckled forehead wrinkled up.
"........gosh..........she.......she's........" Beaver looked up at Gilbert from the old magazine page.
"Gosh, Gilbert, she hasn't got any of her clothes on!"
Gilbert giggled again knowingly. "Yeah, and she's just about to get it" from that guy next to her."
Beaver stared back down at the photo. There WAS a man standing next to the naked lady! He was naked, too, and really hairy, and his weiner was poking out at her while she stared down at it. He was in shock, and embarrassed, and completely confused. Gilbert was moving around on the bed beside him. Beav looked over in time to see Gilbert stuff his whole hand and wrist down the front of his slacks, wiggle it around, and pull it back out. In some small portion of his very upset brain, Beaver saw that there was now a big long lump of something next to Gilbert's fly.
Frantic to regain some logical thought, Beaver asked Gilbert "Get what?"
"They're going to Do It...you know....have a fuck....what'd ya think??"
"Gee, Gil, I...I dunno.....I never seen this before, ever." Beaver was shaking, and his stomach was getting queasy.
Gilbert resisted the urge to correct his buddy's lapse of grammar. He genuinely liked Beaver. They were truly best friends, and had grown up together, sharing the usual things that kids do as close friends. But in all this time, they had never even mentioned sex. Beaver was well known as a geek anyway, so when sexual taunts and innuendo passed right by him, the other kids just rolled thier eyes and smiled knowingly. As for Gilbert, he had been shown the teenage facts of life by his cousin Marvin from Philadelphia. Gilbert had been 12 3/4 at the time, and the pump needed a little priming, but he was soon beating it almost every day. The summer between 8th and 9th, he had joined forces with two other guys, after a kind of ludicrous session one night while they were sleeping over in a tent. The three friends spent a lot of time exploring adolescent sexual development. But Beaver had never even been a part of thier discussions, save once. Gilbert's friend Don wanted to know if he and the Beav were doin' it too. Gilbert laughed.
"I ain't even seen the Beav's dork since 5th grade, when he cannonballed" into the pool and his shorts ripped off."
"Well, he's sure got a big bulge." said the other boy. "And he's always" walking around with a bananna in his jeans."
They all laughed hysterically at the image. Gilbert, on the other hand, even though he laughed too, made up his mind to "help" his best friend get with the program. Jeez...they would be in High School next year, and Beaver didn't stand a chance. He had formulated this little plan......
"Beav, are we friends?" asked Gilbert.
"Huh? uh, well....gee Gilbert, sure we are. Best friends."
"Okay look, Beav..we aren't little kids anaymore, we're gonna be in" High Scool next year, and well, there's some stuff you oughta know about."
"L...Like what stuff? Like, football and stuff? Like, like homework and" stuff? What stuff?" Beav was really nervous and uncomfortable. But he realized that he trusted Gilbert. That made him feel a little better.
"No, Theodore, like sex and stuff." said Gilbert softly and gently. He realized that Beaver Cleaver had simply never learned about the things that all boys learned about. Gilbert felt friendship and sympathy for the boy before him. He knew how easily a person's feelings could get hurt. Gilbert sighed. His bone had gone down too. (shit!)
"Beav....has your Dad, like kinda, well -talked- to you about" girls and stuff?"
"Yeah. That was last year when Rosie Fullman and me went to the" dance, and I spilled Coke on us and she started crying and stuff and" I knew I was gonna get yelled at alot and........"
"BEAV......hold on a minute." Beaver shut up. "What did your Dad say?"
"He said it wasn't my fault and that she shouldn't have...."
"No, Beav, sex....what'd he say to you about sex?"
"Oh. That. I, kinda like don't remember. I was scared he was gonna yell" at me, so I just said yes all the time, and then we got to the Hardware" Store, and quit talking, cause we needed nails for the birdbath..."
"Beaver, Jeeezus, will you stick to the subject?" Gilbert was really trying to help, but the Beav was being even more of a geek than usual.
"I'm sorry, Gilbert. Don't be all mad at me okay? I'm sorry."
Beaver had reverted to a little kid. He reached out and held Gilbert's shirt sleeve. Beaver had very seldom in their long friendship ever made a physical gesture like this, and Gilbert was quite touched.
"Awww, Beav, Don't worry. I like you." Gilbert took Beav's hand.
The other boy brightened. "Really?"
"Of COURSE, Beaver...that's why I'm trying to help you, but you" ain't makin' it real easy."
"Okay. Okay. I wanna learn...but, but that, gosh, that picture" scared me."
"I'm sorry Beaver, I just wanted to see if you knew the same stuff" I know."
"L...like sex and stuff??" asked Beaver.
"Exactly." said Gilbert. "Do you beat off?"
"Huh?"
"Jack off, masturbate, whack it...you know, yer boner and all that."
"My b-b-boner?? What's my boner?"
Gilbert knew that he had an extraordinary situation on his hands.
His best friend had no idea what sex was. Poor kid, thought Gilbert,
he must be gettin' ready to bust.
"Beav do you have wet dreams?"
"Um....I...I think so..." Beav said. (Gilbert smiled inwardly.)
"Sometimes I have these wierd dreams and stuff, and then I wake up" and my underwear is full of jelly pee."
"Whaaa.....whoa, Beav...what is 'jelly pee'?"
Theodore got real quiet. "Gilbert, I think I'm a mutant or something," because I have these dreams and then I wet myself with this thick" sticky stuff. It's like pee, but all jelly kinda. It scares me so" bad, I cry sometimes. Gilbert...am I gonna die...?"
Gilbert would have chuckled, but Beaver was in fact on the verge of tears. He gathered the trembling teenager up in a bear hug. It just seemed like the right thing to do. A tear leaked out of Beaver's left eye and ran down his freckles.
"Beav...listen....that's not pee, it's sperm. It's what makes babies" when a guy has a fuck with a chick. All guys make it when they get" old enough. I make it all the time. I LIKE to make it."
"Why?" asked Beaver.
"Cause when you make it it's about the best feeling a guy can have," and you can do it every day."
"But, but gee, Gilbert.... don't you need a chick and stuff?"
"Beav, I'm gonna show you something. We're still best friends, right?"
"Sure"
"Okay. I'm gonna show you what Marv showed me a couple of years" ago. Remember I tried to rub your dork but you got scared and ran" home??"
"....no......did I?" asked Beav.
"Yeah. I was terrified you were gonna tell our Moms but I guess" ya weren't a ratfink after all. Anyway my cousin Marv showed me" how a guy jacks off, and I been doin' it ever since. Now I'm gonna" show you how, cause best friends shouldn't have secrets from" the other guy."
Once Gilbert made up his mind to initiate the Beaver, his dick began to fill and inflate, and soon was pushing up under the pocket of his slacks.
"Beav, do know that 'boner' means when your dork is really hard and" sticking up in the air?"
Beaver shook his head yes.
"I have a boner now. Look." said Gilbert as he popped the fly button open and undid his zipper. He pulled his slacks down and shucked his briefs down with them. He reached in under his balls and pulled them up to sit free between his pale hairless thighs.
"Now, I'm gonna jack off for you. Watch what I'm doin." Gilbert leaned back next to the Beav and began to masturbate. He was doing it with his favorite grip: thumb on top, two fingers underneath, and his other two knuckles rubbing the shaft of his not-quite-5-inch boyhood. His nuts began bouncing in the vee of his thighs. It was already starting to feel good. He was really getting into the thought that Beaver's first orgasm was going to be because of him. Gilbert sighed and settled back. Beaver said something under his breath.
"Hmmm?" asked Gilbert, on the peak of a little pleasure burst.
"Gee, Gilbert, I'm getting all bonered up and stuff!"
Gilbert looked over at his friend's crotch. By golly, there it was! The Beaver's hardon looked like it was the same size as his, maybe 5 inches. Gilbert was getting there fast.
"Okay Beav." he grunted. "I'm gonna shoot my sperm. Jeez this feels good!"
Beaver watched in wonder as Gilbert began to lightly move his hips up and down, while the teenager's hand flew from his bouncing balls to just under the flaring head. Gilbert drew in a long breath through his buck teeth and then suddenly thust his hips up and forward, simultaneously grunting a staccatto: "HHO......O......UH...."
White pearly sperm flipped out of the head of boy's rigid cock and landed on his lower chest. More came out and went under his belly button. A little more drizzled out and got all over his hand and dork. He stayed very still for a beat and then shuddered. "Oh, man...." sighed Gil.
"Thats kinda neat and stuff. Your sperm looks like mine, but not as much."
"Really?" asked Gilbert, weakly. "You shoot more than that?"
"Gosh, yeah, kinda...it makes a mess in my shorts at night."
"This, I gotta see, Beav...get a rag or a towel or something, to clean up with."
Theodore came back with an old washcloth. Gilbert tidied up. He saw the Beav was still hard.
"Where's your hair?" asked Beaver.
"I'm real light skinned and blonde." said Gilbert. "I won't get hair" down there till later. You got any?"
"Some. A little. I guess."
"Let's see it, Beav." said Gilbert, kind of breathless.
Beaver Cleaver looked at Gilbert, his best friend. He was scared, but there was another feeling mixed in. It was like they were explorers, charting new territory. Beaver laid back, undid his belt and his jeans, and then slid the whole thing, shorts and all, down to his ankles.
".....God, Beav....." said Gilbert, awestruck. "Where'd you get them nuts?" They're huge, man."
Beaver looked down to see what Gilbert meant. He saw his slim boner, wispy dick hairs, and....well, Gilbert was right. His balls were -much- bigger than his friends'.
"Gosh, Gilbert, I guess you're kind of right." I dunno, they just grew that way."
"You should be proud, man, they're impressive. Okay, do this.." Put your fist around your boner, and go up and down like I did."
Beaver stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth and began to work his cock like a gearshift.
Gilbert grabbed his wrist and led him in the proper motion. Gilbert was definitely getting 'in the mood' again.
Beaver was breathing heavier from the exertion. "It's kinda feeling wierd and stuff" he said. Then: "Kinda neat."
Gilbert watched in amazement as Beaver's big balls surged around
over his plump thighs.
"Gilbert, I'm scared.....It feels tingly and dizzy and stuff." panted Beav.
"I'm right here with you man...this is gonna be great. Just let it happen."
Then, in a hollow, 'gone' voice, Beav asked:
"Gil...bert....do....you....like....me...?"
"Aww, you know I do man, more'n anyone" Gilbert slid a hand behind Beaver's neck and shoulders. The teenager was one mass of tense muscle. Gilbert watched Beaver's legs knot up, and then, with no further ado, a huge dollop of come launched out of the straining boy's rockhard cock. Beaver said "..uh.." and shot, "..uh.." and shot, "..uh.." and shot. He was jerking his fist up and down, up for the wad and down for the grunt. Gilbert watched in stunned silence as his geek best friend produced 12 to 14 individual big pumps of semen, and then a long welling up of the stuff that went down the Beaver's knuckles and soaked his pubic hair. The giant load formed an immense lake of boyjoy below his navel which streamed down to his pelvis and rolled off onto the bed.
Beaver stopped beating off, and held his hand on his deflating boner. His other arm was flung up over his eyes. The mouth spoke to Gilbert:
"Did I do it okay?"
"I'll say Beav...look at it"
"I can make more, I was just scared." said the out-of-breath teen.
"Beav...how did it FEEL??" asked Gilbert impatiently.
Beaver put his arm down and looked over at his friend.
"Kinda wierd and stuff until you said you really liked me...then I thought" I was going up to heaven to be with the angels. It was the neatest thing" I ever could imagine. Gosh..there's jell...uh... 'come' all over. EEWW!"
Gilbert laughed and tried to mop up, but the washcloth got soaked. They used a towel, and turned the blankets upside down.
"Beaver, we can do that as much as you want."
"Together, and stuff?"
"Sure, and alone, too. That's why yer havin' lots of wierd sexy" dreams, cause your body needs to have orgasms a lot."
"What-ums?" asked the Beav.
"Orgasms. The feeling when you come, and shoot your sperm and stuff" like that. You should always beat off once a day...more if you feel" like it. And we can come here on Thursdays when your Mom's gone and," well, you know, experiment a little." Gilbert absolutley needed another good come. Just as he was going to show the Beaver how it felt for someone else to do a guy, the front door slammed.
"Theodore....We're Home!!"
It was June and Ward!!
Both boys were galvanized into a frenzy of action, and when Ward opened the bedroom door and stuck his pipe-bedecked head in, Gil and Beav were placidly doing their homework.
"Hello, Boys." he said in that avuncular tone.
"Hi Dad." "Hi, Mr. Cleaver." they said in unison.
"Almost finished there?"
"Yup, Dad, almost." said the Beav.
"Staying for dinner, Gilbert?" Ward asked.
"No, thanks, Mr. Cleaver. I've got to do some stuff. At home. Tonight."
"Alright Gilbert, you're welcome any time. Dinner's at 7:00, Beaver."
Ward closed the door and went back down the stairs.
"Okay, Beaver, I gotta split. See you in school tommorrow?"
"Sure Gilbert, see ya later and stuff."
Gilbert gathered his books, (which they hadn't touched) and left 14-year- old Theodore Cleaver alone in his room to ponder the afternoon's awakening.
Love Finds the Beaver Chap II
After Gilbert left, the Beaver dropped all pretense of homework. He lay on his stomach on his bed, his mind whirling like a tornado. He realized that something Very Important had happened in his life, and that he suddenly needed to think. Unfortunately, Theodore hadn't really done a lot of genuine thinking to date, so he was having a hard time of it. One thing he knew, and knew well: he couldn't stand the thought of being seperated from his friend Gilbert. Way, way deep in the back of Beav's mind, he had been slowly formulating the need for another boy to share his life, and now that thought took hold and blossomed. He had to be with his blonde buddy, for the rest of his life! And, with that thought, was the realization that Gilbert would probably find a girlfriend, fall in love with her, get married, and then they could......they could, well, gee, you know, Gilbert would put his boner in her and go up and down and shoot it in her, and he would love her, not the Beav. Not lonely stupid Beaver. Not ugly Theodore that everyone makes fun of.
"Oh God Gilbert." whispered Beav. "Oh God....." He buried his face in the clean pillow and cried until Mom called him down to dinner. He washed his bleary eyes and face and went down to torture. The last thing he wanted was food, and sitting at the table with his parents was more than he could stand right then.
But he went anyway, sat down with a sigh, picked up a fork and tried to act normal.
"Beaver, didn't Gilbert want to stay for dinner, dear?" chirped June.
"No, Mom, he kinda had some work to do and stuff."
"Well, he's always welcome. Gilbert's such a nice boy, don't you" think so Ward?"
"Oh yes, he's getting to be quite an interesting young man." said Ward from behind his paper.
"Beaver, you're not eating. Is something wrong?" asked June.
"No Mom, I'm just kinda not hungry right now."
"At least drink your milk, dear."
"Okay, Mom." Beaver drank it, and it reminded him of earlier when he and Gilbert had had milk and cookies. Thinking of Gil made Beav want to bawl again.
"Mom, Dad, may I be excused, please?"
"Is that all you're eating son?" asked Ward. "You're a growing boy!"
"Maybe he misses his brother, Ward." Wally was away at debate camp.
"Do you miss Wally Theodore?" asked Dad.
"Sure, Dad. That's it. I kinda do miss him. Sorta."
"Well fine son. You go on up to your room, and we'll see you in" the morning. Be sure you set your alarm in time to get up for school."
"Well, g'night Mom. G'night Dad."
The Beav dashed up the stairs to the safety of his room. Gibert Gilbert Gilbert....he couldn't stop thinking of the things he and his friend had done and said. He wanted to be around Gilbert all the time. He wanted to do mushy junk with Gilbert. He vividly remembered Gil putting his arms around him. He wanted to hug Gilbert back, to tell him secret stuff, to be the best best friend a guy could ever have.
Beaver changed into his pyjamas and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, which he did mechanically. The freckled boy stood for a long time, looking at himself in the mirror, trying to see if there was anything about his face that Gilbert might not like. He remembered Gil's comments about his balls, so he pulled his pyjama bottoms and briefs down to his knees. He had never noticed his own dick before. It was limp and small looking, the tip not reaching below his big nuts. A light dusting of dark thin hair grew in a ring over the base of it. He had the same kind of hair under his arms, which had just appeared this year. He picked up his dick and held it for a moment. He looked up into the mirror again. Holding his cock, the boy said solemnly:
"Gilbert, I dedicate this to you, my best, best friend."
He pulled his p-js back up, turned out the light and got in bed. Beaver remembered Gilbert's face when they were doing that jacking- off stuff. He remembered how Gilbert had squeezed his eyes shut and hunched up while he was 'coming'. Beaver tried to remember how his own orgasm had felt, but he could not. He DID remember Gil's hand on his neck and shoulders, warm and firm. The thought that Gilbert had shot his sperm on this very bed not six hours earlier began to make him all warm and excited, and before he knew it, the teenager's dick was hard and stiff.
"I got a boner!" whispered Theodore to himself.
He wanted Gilbert there to jack off with him, but the Beaver tried to do it himself. His p-js were down around his knees again. He got his bone in his fist, and after some experimentation, found a rhythm that seemed to feel good. The bedsprings started going creakcreak creakcreak....Beaver stopped, thunderstruck. Wally's bed next to him had been making the same noise for four years now! His brother Wally had been jacking off right next to him!! Beav had asked Wally many times what was going on and Wally always said the same thing:
"I'm scratchin' an itch, now shut up and go back to sleep.."
and then the creaking would go on and then stop. Wally had been having orgasms five feet from him, and he never even knew it! But his teenage hormones took control, and slowly the Beaver resumed his stroking. Gilbert was right about one thing: it felt neat, and kept feeling neater. He recalled Gilbert holding him and telling him they were best friends. His penis got harder, the feelings better. He thought of Gilbert shooting sperm right next to him. Oh, yeah...this felt goood...oh yeah. He felt his body tighten up, felt the wonderful sensations building in his cock and nuts, his thumb brushing over the cap of his boner, his little finger knuckle massaging his balls....
"Oh....Gil.....bert.....dar.....ling..." husked the Beav as his orgasm hit him like a frieght train. His dick pumped and pumped, hot thick sperm pulsing out onto his rigid tummy, collecting in his navel, running over his nuts and down the crack of his ass. The pleasure was intense and drawn out. Beaver had grabbed a clump of bedclothes with his left hand and was squeezing it unconciously. His ankles were crossed and locked, his toes pointed. As the peak passed over, he slowed down, then stopped, breathing fast and deep, his young heart pounding away in his chest, rapidly cooling semen going eveywhere.
"Eeewww, shit." swore Beaver. He giggled. He -never- swore. He got up to get a towel. "Shit." he whispered to himself, just to hear it come out of his mouth. "Shit." He giggled quietly again.
"Shhhhit fuuck damn hell."
Beaver Cleaver was growing up at last.
The phone was ringing and ringning...a wierd science-fiction ring that was continuous rather than the normal kind. Beaver was confused: he didn't have a phone in his room....where had it come from. Had Gilbert left it there? (....Gilbert....Gilbert....where are you...?) One fuzzy eye opened, allowing the morning light to stream in. It was the alarm clock....another day in the life of Theodore Cleaver. He reached out a pyjama-clad arm and swiped the bell lever off. He stretched under the covers, yawning and sighing, no different from millions of other kids getting up for school that morning. He tossed back the covers and sat there for a second, trying to remember what he had been dreaming about, but there were no memories... that was strange, as the Beav had more than the usual young adolescent's share of vivid hallucination sagas at night. He yawned again and got up to get dressed, when he noticed he had woken up dry for he first time in about three months! He had'nt come all over himself in the middle of the night! Gilbert was right again!
"Hell, hell." said Beaver experimentally, chuckling jovially.
He would soon be with his friend!! The thought stopped him in mid-sock, and the bedroom became suffused with a neat, warm light as the boy stared into the middle distance, seeing Gil's laughing face before him.
"Beaver! Come down to breakfast, dear." crooned Mom up the stairs.
"Coming, Mom....." said Beav, and then stopped, shocked. He wondered if she knew the 'real' meaning of coming? What if she thought he was actually 'coming' right then? This struck the 14-year-old as delightfully absurd, and, try as he might, he could not keep from laughing. Of course, the more he tried to stop, the harder he laughed, so he actually tripped halfway down the stairs and ended in a heap in the vestibule. This was the last straw, and Beaver began to bellow in hysterical laughter, while his horrified (and mystified) parents stood watching. Beaver looked up at them from the floor and said:
"Gee, Mom, gee Dad, I told'ja I was coming...heee heee heee ....."
Ward helped his son up, dusted him off, and they all returned to the kitchen to have breakfast. The lack of dinner and the demands of his growth spurt made Beaver's breakfast consumption a thing of Cleaver legend. He became a veritable food Hoover, eating everything put before him, and anything not wanted by his awestruck parents. Then he was done, they were kissed goodbye, and he was out the door to the bus.
Ward looked up from his paper. She returned his bemused stare.
"You know, June, if I didn't know any better, I'd say the Beaver" was in love."
"LOVE?" said June in mock horror. "With who? He isn't even dating" yet, just that time last year when he took the Fullman's little" girl Rosalind to the dance. Rmember? He spilled Coke all over them" and he was so scared you were going to be mad at him."
"June....was Wally this....this....strange when he was Beaver's age?"
"Gosh, Ward, I don't think so....were you?"
"Was I what?"
"That strange when you were the Beaver's age?"
"Well, June, I was a model child then, so I......"
Ward's fond reminicence was cut short by a flying dishtowel.
Gilbert stood talking to one of his friends and another boy when the Beav walked up with a disorganized load of books under one arm.
"Hi, Gilbert!" he said brightly.
"Hi Beav." said Gilbert, happy to see his best buddy.
"Hi Beav" said the other two boys.
"DiMaggio has it all over Babe Ruth, guys, I'm telling you." Gilbert was immersed in a sports legend discussion.
"Does NOT, Gilbert, the Babe has better stats 10 to 1!"
"What do you know, Crafton?" asked Gil's friend.
"Know more than you."
"He has a better ERA and batting average, okay?" Gilbert was waxing passionate about baseball, as every red-blooded modern kid should.
"Gilbert, what did you dream about last night?" asked the Beaver, his face an expression of strange hopeful anticipation, kind of like a basset hound puppy watching someone eat.
"Huh, Beav?" asked a confused Gilbert.
"Did'ja do anything interesting last night? I fell down the" stairs this morning." the Beav had begun to babble. He was staring at Gilbert and beaming.
The other two gave each other signifigant looks, as if they knew what to expect when Beaver was on the scene.
"Beav, I was talking to Mike and Don about baseball....what does" dreaming have to do with that?" Beaver was getting irritating.
"Okay Gilbert, you can talk about baseball and stuff. I like" baseball and stuff. Wally plays it."
Gilbert tried to continue the discussion with his friends. Beaver turned to Gilbert and stood at his elbow, actually watching him talk. The other two boys were still staring at Beav, who was wierder than they had ever noticed.
"Gee, Gilbert, will you show me how to play baseball and stuff?" he said, right in the middle of a debate over DiMaggio's longest home run distance. "I could use Wally's mitt maybe, if he wasn't using" it right then."
"Beaver, jeeeez..... how can a guy talk with you buttin' in all the" damn time?" What's wrong with you??" Gilbert was pissed.
"Well, gee, I.....gosh....I was tryin' to talk, you know, about stuff" like baseball, and stuff. Hell, hell."
At this the other two kids began to chortle in amused disbelief. Beaver was suddenly aware that something was wrong, and, scared, he began to back away from the group. The first period bell rang.
"Gilbert, how can you stand to be around such a retarded geek like him?" asked the other boy. " 'Hell,Hell'....'hell,hell'" he mimiced.
"Listen, Don....Beaver is my best friend, and he's never done anything" to you, so where do you get off calling him names?" Gilbert rushed toward the dumbstruck kid, poking him with an angry finger. "Why does" everyone pick on Beav when he's never hurt anyone in his life? He's" been my friend since second grade, and he's the nicest kid I know," so just stuff that shit, Donny, or I'll knock you on your ass!!!"
Gilbert had raised his voice, and the other kids had stopped and were turning around to see who was fighting. Both of Gilbert's friends backed away and blended into the classroom bound throng. Beaver still stood, books under one arm, the other hand clutching his elbow....he looked scared and confused again. Gilbert was pissed off at the Beav and worried for him at the same time. He was also a little shocked at the vehemence of his outburst a moment ago. He had shared his very third orgasm with Don, and they had been pretty close since 8th grade. But he had been ready to deck the boy for making cracks at the Beaver.
"You're mad at me." said Beaver in a flat dull voice, looking down at his black high-top Keds.
"Don't worry Beav, I still like ya, just don't be such a twerp" around the other guys, okay?"
"I'm sorry Gilbert, I just...." The warning bell rang.
"See you after fourth period, Beav!" said Gilbert, and they both rushed off to class.
Suffice to say, that, during that entire day, not one of Beaver's teachers failed to notice a change in him...of course Theodore was a 'model' student, so he sat up front in almost all of his classes, and more than once he was pulled out of a daydream by a strategic 'Ahem' or the giggles of the rest of the class. And Gilbert kept seeing him in the halls between classes, and once during english, looking in the window from out in the hall. Beaver had math then, and he had asked for a bathroom pass, then run all the way across the building to Gil's class, just to try and get a glimpse of his blonde friend. He did not understand why the other boys had giggled and snickered when he returned from the 'bathroom' panting and sweaty.
Fifth period came at last! Gilbert saw Beaver standing at their lockers, holding the same wad of books, still holding his elbow with his free hand. The Beav saw him at the same time.
"HI GILBERT!! HI!!" screamed the Beaver at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking and squeaking in pubescent uncertainty.
Gilbert wanted to melt into the concrete. Already kids were looking at him, and then back to Theodore, who was waving crazily like they were meeting after years instead of just four hours. Gilbert's finely honed sense of junior high decorum had just been blown to tatters, in public, at school.
"I opened your locker for you already!" Beaver shrieked, although they were now barely twenty feet apart. The crowd of kids actually laughed, just like in a TV sitcom. Gilbert was moving in slow motion through a teenage nightmare, trapped and doomed.
"I still have a banana from lunch, you can have half!" said Beaver, holding the aforementioned fruit up to Gilbert in the most un- conciously suggestive manner possible. The other kids had actually stopped and were gathering in a ring around the two, hoping for more free entertainment courtesy of Beaver the Geek. This last offer brought another round of laughter and a scattering of comments as to just what Beaver meant with the banana. Gilbert stood inside the open door of his locker, choked with shame and embarrassment.
"Gee, Gilbert, you look kinda sick and stuff....are you okay?" Beaver had the expectant puppy look back in his eyes, and was hovering practically on top of Gilbert, still talking way too loud. At least the 'audience' was beginning to dissolve...but it would take the jump to High School to finally rid Gilbert of the onus of walking down the halls and suddenly hearing some wag scream out "Hi Gilbert, HI!....Hi Gilbert, HI! Wanna banana, Gilbert....?"
Gilbert slammed his fist into the back of his locker. The bang got Beaver's attention.
"Beaverrrrr!!!!" he hisssed, his head still inside the locker. "Shut up! Just shut up! Just don't say anything for a minute!!!!" Jeeez...be quiet!!!"
The bell rang for fifth period.
"Beaver...I'll see you on the bus in an hour." Gilbert pleaded. PLEASE don't yell and scream and wave and stuff...just wait for me."
"Well, gosh, okay Gilbert, if that's what you want, I'll wait there."
"Okay, Beav." whispered Gilbert. He turned fearfully to look. The crowd had dispersed. "I'll see you on the bus" he said again and went to class.
It wasn't much better on the bus, though Theodore had managed to act normal, save that his mobile face had lit up like a searchlight as soon as Gil came in view, and he was still holding all his books.
"Gee, Beav, you got all that homework?" asked Gilbert as they sat down.
"Huh?" Beaver looked down as if surprised by his books. "Gosh, I" must've forgotten to put them in my locker or something."
"Wanna go to your house?" asked Gilbert.
Beaver looked at him and smiled slyly. "Hell, okay, man."
Gilbert was begining to get the idea that something bigger than him seemed to be occurring, but he didn't know what yet. The Beaver was acting like a space geek, and if something didn't happen soon, Gilbert feared being laughed out of ninth grade. For a ninth grader, there simply was no more fearful situation possible.
They got off the bus and walked up the Cleaver's street. Every time Theodore began to talk, Gilbert hushed him. Gilbert was feeling an increasing sense of impending disaster, like having a cop car in front of your house when you get home.
"Mom, me'n Gilbert are home!" called out the Beav as the got in the door. "Mommmmm!" There was no answer. They went in the kitchen. Beaver found a note on the refrigerator door. Mrs. Cleaver had gone to the bus terminal to wait for Wally, who was returning from debate camp that evening. She was also going shopping, so there would be no one home till 7:00 that night.
Gilbert looked at his best friend, who was bustling around the kitchen.
"Theodore, cool it a minute. We HAVE to talk now."
Love Finds the Beaver Chap III
Beaver sat down at the kitchen table, across from Gil. He plopped his chin down on his upright palm and sat looking expectantly bright.
"..Beaver, are we friends?" began Gilbert.
"We sure are!" said Beaver. "Best friends. Friends for life!"
"Okay...look...you gotta understand, today you embarrassed me" shitless, Beav, a guy just can't go around school peeping in" windows and yelling and being a retard. That stuff may not matter" to you, but it does to me. A Lot!"
"Like what stuff?" asked a perplexed Theodore.
"Like yelling in the halls, like. No one yells in the halls. It's" embarrassing."
"Sorry, Gilbert. I just wanted you to see me."
"Where else was I gonna be, Beaver? We always meet there at fifth" period. Ya didn't need to shout. And earlier, this morning, a fellow" couldn't say two words without you buttin' in and saying geek things" about dreaming and stuff, and then you made me get all mad at Don" Crafton, who I've known since 7th." Gilbert was warming to his topic.
"But, but, you, you, said we were best friends, Gilbert, you said" you liked me better than anyone. I...I did jacking off last night" and I thought about us...you and me, and an organism went all over me."
"Orgasm, Beav...or-gas-m. That's another thing. I know you didn't" know much about sex and I liked teaching you about it, but it doesn't" mean we're going steady, Beaver. Just cause I've beat it with a" couple of kids doesn't make me queer or stuff like that."
"Qu..Qu...Queer?? Qu..Queer? Gilbert how can you be queer? Only" wierdos are queer. You could never be queer."
"Of course not, Beav...queers are homos who love other homos." You know yer a homo when all you think of is another guy and" you want to get all sloppy and mushy with him, and you like" cry over him and....."
Much to Gilbert's astonishment, a dramatic transformation came over Theodore. He rose slowly from his chair as the color drained completely from his face, leaving his freckles outlined in the pallor.
"....aaaccch.......hccchh.......schzz........" Beaver was having a spaz, right in front of Gilbert. Before he could do anything, the stricken teen flew up the stairs and threw himself on Wally's bed. Gilbert went pounding up after him. This was going badly, badly, wrong. He wanted to go back to bed and wake up again, to do this awful day over: right, this time!.
Beaver was stretched out face down on Wally's bed, pounding a fist violently into the mattress, saying:
"Homo....homo....homo....homo..." over and over.
"Beaver." said Gilbert. "Hey, Beav..."
"Homo." thump. "Homo." thump "Homo." thump.
Gilbert went over to him. He put his hand on the Beav's shoulders and started to turn him over. Then, suddenly, he was sprawled in the bathroom, aware of a stinging, numb pain over his cheek. He heard movement in the bedroom. Beaver had gone back to pounding the bed. Gilbert rubbed the sting in his cheek and the back of his hand came away bloody.
Beaver Had Hit Him.
Beaver Had Knocked Him Over The Bed Into The Bathroom.
Beaver Had Bloodied His Nose.
The boy knew that he had unleashed the proverbial monster. He had never been more terrified in his 14 years. He was adult, grown-up terrified. The relentless thumping went on in the bedroom. He was oddly tired. He stuffed some toilet paper up his nose and shuffled into the room. He slumped down on the carpet next to he friend.
"Beaber, blease, oh blease....you're scaring me." Gilbert whined, and then began to cry softly. His face really hurt. His heart was on fire. His soul was aching. He wanted his Mommy. She'd know what to do, if she wasn't too drunk.
Beaver slewed his head over to peer, disheveled, at Gilbert.
"You said you liked me best." his voice was cold, mechanical.
"You did jacking off with me. How can we be buddies if I'm a homo?"
"Beaber, you're not a ho..."
"YESSS I AMMM!!!!!!" screamed the Beav, the sheer power of the
outburst sending Gilbert trembling to the floor.
"HOW DO YOU THINK I KNOW ITS JUST LIKE YOU SAID I KNOW IM A" HOMO QUEER 'CAUSE I THINK ABOUT YOU THAT WAY, OKAY???"
Theodore's hysteria rose to a peak.
"IS THAT OKAY WITH YOU GILBERT PERFECT TEENAGER??? DON'T WORRY I WON'T" TELL ANYONE YOU DID JACKING OFF WITH A QUEER HOMO I GUESS THAT" WOULD EMBARRASS YOU TOO GET AWAY FROM ME LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE" ME ALONE GILBERT YOU WERE MY DARLING FOR ONE WHOLE DAYYYYYYYY..."
Gilbert could stand no more.....no fourteen year old boy was meant to have so much happen so quickly. Theodore was lying still. He looked almost dead, but Gil saw he was shaking all over.
"Bye, Beab.." he said, and drug himself out of the house. He closed the door and, upstairs, Beaver began to cry, loudly. Gilbert had never heard anything so unearthly. Beaver was sobbing and yelling at the same time:
"MMMMMaaaahhh haaaaaaaa.....ah....mmmaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaahaaaaaa,"
mmmmMMMMMAAAAaaahhhhhh HHHHHAAAAAAA!!!....." on and on.
Gilbert walked quickly away, scared that any second the neighbors were going to hear Theodore screaming and call the cops. The disoriented boy walked the wrong way up the street, almost two blocks before he realized his mistake. He stopped, looked around. No one. He turned back down the same side walk. There was Beaver's. He passed by. Beaver was still crying, but more normal. Gilbert could still hear him, though. Poor Beav! Gilbert was weak and nauseous. He sat dejectedly on a bus bench around the corner.
Then the TRUTH happened to young Gilbert, right there on the bench.
It all became so amazingly, crystal clear!
He realized: that for two years, he had been supplying porn pictures to both his 'close' buddies as well as two younger kids who lived in another neighborhood. He always brought the stuff because it got the other boys in the mood for some sex. Don Crafton was dating and had gotten to third base. Mike had been ready to sink it in the babysitter when his parents had come home early and caught them half undressed. The twelve- year-old kid he traded pictures for blowjobs with, had actually shown the astonished teenager an automatic camera photo of him lying back in a Barcalounger, naked, with a 10-or-11 year old girl humping his hard little three-incher.
("I developed this at school in the newspaper room" the kid had giggled.)
But the cosmic realization that occupied the boy's entire attention was: none of that really turned Gilbert on! What got Gilbert going was the other boy's arousal....he always jacked off thinking of other boys coming, mostly because he had made them come. Doing Beaver had been a prime fantasy come true....he had never felt so close to another.....wait!....wait!........Beaver had said something like " you "were my darling for a day"....of COURSE he was. And not just a day, either. Didn't Theodore know that....?
"Jesus dear Christ...I'm a homosexual" said Gilbert, just completely, utterly drained. It was all so very clear. Beaver was right.
"oooaaHHHH....BEAVER!..." he said involutarily, as his attention focus pulled back from intense introspection to a wider view, and he gagged and nearly threw up. He had realized instantaneously that a) he was deeply in love with Theodore Cleaver and b) he had just done the worst possible, unthinkable thing to the aforesaid Theodore...he had as much as sent him away, and Beaver knew it, and he knew he knew it.
"Beaver....!" Gilbert didn't remember running, but he was suddenly in front of The House. It was ominously quiet. He knocked and rang the bell. Nothing. He rang again. His brain offered him a perfect image of his One True Love draped over the bathtub, wrists pumping dark blood down the drain. He pounded on the door. He could see his Beaver swinging from a rope tied to the basement pipes, nerveless feet kicking in a final dance of death, Gilbert crashing through the base- ment window to cut the rope, Beaver dying in his arms with "I love "you" on his blue lips....Gilbert drew back to bang another time and there was Theodore, staring at him. Gilbert stared back. Beaver looked old, about seventeen. His hair was a mess and he was still snivelling. Gilbert walked inside. Beaver went upstairs. Gilbert closed (and locked) the door and followed him. Beaver was waiting for him in the bathroom. He had a warm washcloth, and before Gilbert could do anything, Beaver began to clean him up. Gilbert snuck a peek at the mirror. "...oh...." he said. He looked a lot worse than Beav. He still had the wad of TP up his nose, hanging down white and dark red over his mouth. His shirt was ripped up the back and the knees of his slacks were torn open. His fine blonde hair was going everywhere.
Beaver pullled the plug out of Gilbert's nose. A little more blood came out and stopped. Beaver was silently, tenderly, washing his face.
"B B Beaver, I've....been thinking...." he tenuously began.
"Me too." said Beav unemotionally.
"I think you were right and I was wrong." said Gil, his chin beginning to quiver and his eyes to sting. Beaver stopped and stared at him.
"I think I knew all along how you felt and I was just an asshole." I never knew before today that you were right, Beav, you were right." Gilbert took Theodore's lapel in his small, pale hand. He was dripping tears and trying unsuccessfully to keep from bawling like a baby.
"Sitting on that bench after hearing you cry, it....it did something" to me Beav...it made me see things"
"What things, Gilbert?"
"Like what I said about guys who get all mushy over other guys."
Beaver closed his eyes and exhaled. Gilbert was holding Beav's lapels.
"Because that's me, Beaver, honest to God, that's me. I just never" knew it before. I just thought I'd start liking girls someday and" go on dates and stuff like all my friends but...." Gilbert was overcome and had to stop. He peered up at Theodore through a curtain of hot boyhood tears.
"Because Beaver, you're my darling too, you're my darling too...." Gilbert sank down to his kees on the tiled floor, feeling hopeless.
"Did you like mean all the stuff you said, and stuff?" asked the Beav.
"What stuff??" snivelled Gilbert.
"About going steady and stuff?"
"Ohhhhhh, Beav. Beav." he summoned up the strength to talk.
"What I would give for us to go steady, but I guess I've wrecked" that real good, haven't I."
"Gee, Gilbert, I dunno. I just hurt, kinda, in my chest, when I think" about us as friends, now. We coulda been me so happy! Hell."
"Well, Theodore, I gotta go home." Gilbert struggled back up on his sneakers. "But how you said you felt about me? I feel that way too, Beav." and I always, always will. If we can ever be friends again, I'll wait" for us. I never knew it before, but I swear it's true." He went down and collected his previously forgotten books from the kitchen. Walking back through the front room, Beaver spoke to him from the top of the stairs.
"Did I hurt you much, Gilbert?"
"I deserved it, Beav. I'll always remember the bloody nose you gave me."
"Gilbert, when you like kiss a guy and stuff, does the other persons'" spit get on your tongue kinda?"
"If you like the other guy, it's cool, Beav."
"If you put your boner sort of between the other guy's legs, and kinda" lay on top of him and stuff, can the guy on the bottom breathe okay?"
"Beaver," asked Gil, turning breathlessly, "what do you want?"
"I want us to be friends again, my darling. I want to go steady."
"Are you sure, Beav, cause I'm talking about the rest of our lives." I never, never, ever want another day like today."
"Gilbert, I'm sorry I went psycho on you. I feel stronger now." I never felt strong before, but I had to say that stuff, or I was" thinking about my Dad's hunting rifles and bad stuff and stuff."
"Theodore, I'm sorry I lied to you about me being a homo, but I never" even knew I was until we got in the Fight. I swear it!"
"Do you mean friends for life?"
"No, Beav, I mean I love you as much as I can for life, understand?" Any guy in school can have friends. But I mean us, together...."
Gilbert climbed up the stairs, slowly, he was still tired and beaten up. He slipped his hand into the Beaver's, and they walked, shyly like little kids, back to Beaver's room. Beaver reached up and lightly touched the bruise on Gil's nose.
"Did I hurt you much, darling..?"
"Well, it sure surprised the shit out of me Beav. Did you ever hit" another kid before?"
"No, that was another first from you to me. I kinda liked it when I" did it, but I can't stand thinking I hurt my best buddy."
"Beav, if that's what I had to pay for us to be together the way you" want, I don't mind." He felt like crying again, but so much had happened that he was simply 'cried out'.
They sat together on the soft bed. They each tried to see the soul of the other boy in their clear eyes. Gilbert giggled.
"Try this Beav...kiss me." He drew Beaver to his lips.
Without doubt, Theodore Cleaver had the fullest, warmest lips Gilbert had ever kissed. (counting Marvin, Don, and the 12-year-old). Gilbert put his tongue in Beaver right away, and they flopped back, hugging and kissing. Beaver knew instinctively to breathe though his nose, and the trials of the day vanished as the boys settled comfortably down for a long cuddle. It was only 4:30.
"Gilbert, you know how when you do jacking-off, and you think about" the other guys, and you kind of like imagine them doing stuff?"
"Sure Beaver."
"Well, I uh, was wondering, if you, gosh, this is kinda hard, hell," .....could we like, undress, kinda?"
"Beav, stand up here." said Gilbert. He tugged the boy's shirttail out of his wrinkled jeans and unbuttoned the shirt. "Me too, Beav, "you do me!" He undid Beaver's belt and unzipped him. He felt Beaver's fingers fumbling with his snap, so he popped it open and felt his zipper being undone. Nothing felt quite like that fist time they undressed each other...Beaver put his warm hand into Gilbert's fly and gently massaged his lover's cock and balls. Gilbert was hard in an instant. He got the Beav's Keds off and then they were standing tummy to tummy, with only briefs and socks on. Beaver caressed Gil's thighs and pulled his shorts down. Gil kicked them off and got Beaver's down to his knees, but his dick was so hard he couldn't bend all the way down. They laid back down together, keeping on the socks as a cold toe preventive. Beaver's hands were all over Gilbert. The exhausted boy closed his eyes and rested his head on Beaver's shoulder. He felt warm breath on his face. Beaver frenched him, better this time. The kid was learning quickly.
"Gilbert, may I boner you between your legs? I HAVE to know what that" feels like, with you, my love, my best friend."
"Gosh, Beav, I'd love to have you thigh-fuck me...have you got any" vaseline?"
"I'll get it" said the Beav, getting up and padding into the bathroom. Gilbert once again marveled at the size of Beaver's balls. Beaver's dick curved a little to the left, and his head was a little larger than Gilbert's. And he definitely had pubic hair. Gilbert sighed. Some day!
Beaver came back and lay down beside his friend. Gilbert put a smear between his silky thighs and up under his nuts. Beaver giggled, watching him. He then reached over and sensuously applied it to Beaver. The boy closed his eyes and whispered "Oh, my, Gilbert, thank you!"
"You're welcome Theodore, now come lay on top of me."
"You sure I won't crush you?"
"If you do, I'll tell you Beav...I like this too!"
Then, naked Beaver was above him, smiling, tender muscles and stiff young boner, glistening in the bedroom light coming though the shuttered windows. Beaver got in the pushup position straddled over Gilbert.
"Now, Beav, just lower down and I'll guide you in, then move up until" your dick is real snug and warm under my balls."
" 'Nkay...uh...oh....yeah, there, there...." Beaver was struggling over him, flooded with new sensations. Gil guided the slippery rod up under his nuts, and almost came when warm and trembling Theodore settled down on top of him with a sigh and a shudder.
"Oh my God, Gilbert!" said Beaver into his shoulder.
"Pump, Beav. Pump up and down." Gilbert thought Beaver would pull back too far the first time (like he himself had done) but the Beav kept it buried, quivering and moaning, and then set up a slow in-and-out groove that began to drive Gilbert nutso, as well. Gilbert's erection was a little off to the side, so he moved it between them, slathering a bit of the Vaseline on it for good measure.
"Tell me when you think you're gonne come." whispered Gilbert.
"Soon. Its gonna be soon." croaked the shuddering boy.
Gilbert was already trying to hold back. Beaver's thrusting became a little more insistent, until he was humping Gilbert as only a young teenage boy can. Gilbert felt an irresistable orgasm assembling itself, down where he could feel the flared head of the Beaver sliding up and down, up and down. That very thought sent him over the edge, and Gilbert launched into one of those sexual zeniths reserved for adolescence.
"HHHA....UH....BEAVER!.....COMING!....."
Theodore felt his lover lurch and buck beneath him. Beaver was completely in bliss for the first time. A tiny rational part of his complex brain registered the fact that his darling was sperming warm sperm between them. Beaver raised himself, threw his head back, eyes closed, mouth open in an "O" of intense boy pleasure, and hunched forward at the still-thrashing teenager beneath him.
"Oh....God.....my......love....feels.....goooooddddd........."
Gilbert was still unprepared for the flood of warm seminal fluid that bathed his crotch. It actually triggered a small extension of his own still powerful orgasm. Beaver was pushing him down into the bed, no longer thrusting, but wiggling and kicking his stockinged feet like they were in a wading pool. Gobs of come drenched Gilbert's ballsac, butt, and thighs. It completely soaked the bed. Beaver gave a little mewling cry and then lay back down on Gilbert panting. They listened to each other's slowing hearts. Beaver kissed Gilbert. "Love you." Gilbert wrapped his arms around the boy. "mmmmmm...love you too." Beaver rolled off to the side, his bone mostly limp. Gilbert drifted off to sleep. When he woke, Beaver had covered him with the (wet) blanket and was curled up on Wally's bed, snoring. It was now 5:30.
Gilbert got up and moved over to Beaver, lying down behind him and conforming his body to the other boy's. He got choked up and teary when he thought of today....what a momentous day today had been, but he was in love, and not one damn thing else mattered. He hugged the still-sleeping Beaver.
"Beav. Beaver, wake up a second. Beaver...."
"hhhmmm?"
"It's getting late, my love, we'll get caught."
Beaver gasped and jerked up, looking for the clock.
"It's okay, its 5:30." said Gilbert. "I gotta get home and change."
The unmistakeable light was shining in both their eyes. They kissed again, long and slow, producing another pair of stiff rods.
"You wanna, kinda, do some jacking-off, maybe...." asked the Beav.
"I do, I really do, Beaver, but I gotta go. I'll get killed. Worse," I'll get grounded, then we won't be able to see each other, in private," I mean." he blushed. "You know."
"Sure. I know. My parents are the same way. They always get all mad at" a guy cause they want him home early and stuff. "
Gilbert threw on his wrecked clothes and made them as presentable as he could. Beaver put on a bath robe and pyjama bottoms and accompanied him to the door. They smooched right before opening the door up.
"What'ya wanna do tommorrow, Beav?" asked Gilbert.
"Gee, Gilbert, I dunno. Hey wait!" Beaver brightened up. "It's Saturday!"
"Wow, Sherlock, brilliant deduction!" observed the other boy.
"Gee, you like, wanna ride our bikes and stuff? Like, up to the pond where" our old fort is? We could fool around there, and stuff."
"Yeah. It's a deal. See ya tommorrow Beav." said Gilbert over his shoulder as he hurried off into the gathering evening. Just before the door closed, Gilbert called out: "Hey, Beav! Beaver!"
"Yeah?"
"I Love You!" mouthed Gilbert without actually saying anything.
"My Darling!" said the Beav, watching till his friend disappeared around the corner. He then went upstairs to get cleaned up for Mom and Wally.
Boy, would they be surprised to find out what The Beaver had done today!