Date: Wed, 5 Mar 2014 09:36:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Mikhail Conrad <mikhailconrad@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bred Big part 8 Chad's Interlude

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To all readers: Yes, it is ok to contact me. Yes, I will take
suggestions. No, the story is not true (I wish! except for the gruesome
part of this chapter). I am in the West Georgia area. Your feedback is
greatly appreciated.

Sorry about the delay folks. This one was really hard to write. I'm not
going to apologize for the length of this chapter or the scarcity of sex. I
think it will really put you in the mind of one of the main characters in
the saga. Don't worry, there will be plenty of raunchy jerk-off events in
part 9. Feel free to skip to it if that's all you're looking for. To each
his own guys.

PART 8: CHAD'S INTERLUDE


    We looked intently at the handsome blond man as he began his story.

    "I guess I need to start on the day my best friend barged into my room
and caught me jacking-off," Chad looked distant and commenced with his
tale:


    I was fifteen. The head varsity coach called me into his office when I
was headed to the locker room after PE class, which happened to be the last
period of my school day.

    "McMasters," Coach Brock said pointing to a chair in front of his desk,
"Have a seat."

    "Yes sir?" I queried him not at all sure why I'd been singled out. Most
of the time a one on one talk with the hulking ex-marine coach wasn't a
good thing.

    "Chad you've been bustin' your ass at football practice and doing a
man's job in the first three games this season. Don't think I haven't
noticed," he said leaning back in his office swivel chair.

   "I'm trying real hard coach," I responded with satisfaction that my
efforts met with this butch man's approval.

    The truth was that eight of our team's ten touchdowns this year were
mine. We were 3 and 0 with two shut-outs and flying high. The freshman and
sophomore girls were lining up to flirt with any starting player and the
guys in our classes treated us like heroes. We were even getting
compliments from our teachers and the school admin. Our principal had
stopped to praise me after the last game and called me by name. It was high
school and it was good.

    "Well son, it's payin' off for you. I'm moving you from JV to Varsity
Halfback. You think you can handle it?" he asked with an appraising eye,
"Most of your opposition is gonna be bigger than you now."

    "I'll do my best coach! Jeez, thanks!"

    "Don't get too carried away boy. I'm just gonna sub you to start, kinda
let you get a feel for it at first. You're not about to be a high school
football super star just yet," he said smiling at my enthusiasm.

    He stood up and adjusted his full package in his coaching shorts and
pulled the wrinkles that had bunched up from sitting, out of the legs and
held out his hand to shake. When he grabbed his bulge to reposition it I
felt my cock pulse in my jock and almost panicked, but I pretended not to
notice the maneuver and just stood up and shook his hand. I knew I was
attracted to guys, but I sure as fuck wasn't about to let anyone else
know. There were two effeminate guys in my school and the only names most
of the kids knew them by were Faggot and Cock-sucker. I didn't want to join
them as Dick-licker or something just as bad.

    "Congratulations McMasters," he said letting my hand go and sitting
back down, "Take this afternoon off to celebrate, tell your folks, ya
know... whatever, but be at practice tomorrow, full gear, at five sharp on
the big field. That's all. What the hell are you standing there for? Hit
the showers you moron!"

    I scrambled out the door fast, but did manage to see the wide smile on
Coach Brock's face. I never thought about it at the time, but looking back
with an adult perspective I'm sure `Bulldozer Brock' as we secretly called
him, was checking out my butt in my tight little gym shorts, could be just
wishful thinking though.

    I turned into the general locker and shower room just as the last five
of my class mates were coming out of the showers clowning around as they
finished drying off. The guys that never showered were long gone and the
ones that just rinsed were getting dressed. The naked just-washed group
were all fellow players and one of them caught sight of me. It was my
next-door neighbor and longtime best friend Jayce Wilcroft.

    "What'd ya do McMasters?" he asked taunting me, "Get caught pullin' yer
pud?"

    The other guys all laughed and gathered around to find out what
Bulldozer called me in for. I saw Faggot across the locker room getting
dressed and he was most definitely scoping the bare-assed guys out. He was
a really nice looking dude, but he swished around school as blatantly as
Rupaul ever could. He was out and didn't care who knew. I had thought about
talking to him, but could never work up the nerve. Neither Jayce nor I had
ever been mean or cruel to him, but our friends made his life hell and he
grouped us in with them as predators to be wary of. His real name was Barry
and I remember making a vow in my mind that very day to never call him
anything but that. He saw me catch him looking, grabbed his book bag,
slammed his locker shut, and hurried out the door on the other side of the
room still finishing buttoning his shirt.

    "Was Faggot drooling over my cock again?" one of the guys asked
rudely. I just ignored him.

    "So Chad what's with Bulldozer," Jayce asked again, "Really dude, did
you catch hell for something I don't know about?"

    "No," was all I said walking to my own locker.

    I toe-to-heeled my gym shoes off, slipping out of my uniform tee-shirt
at the same time. I pretended to ignore the guys that all urged me to fill
them in on my quick trip to the coach's office. I wriggled out of my gym
shorts and opened my locker standing in just my sweaty jockstrap and white
crew socks. The guys continued to implore me. I reached in my locker for
soap and towel when... CRACK! A wet towel pop got me hard on the back of my
left ass cheek right where it curved into my thigh, covered by my leg
strap.

   "SHIT!" I yelled turning around rubbing my stinging butt to see Jayce
with the incriminating rolled up towel taking aim for another shot, "That
hurt you asshole!"

    "So spill it man or so help me the next one's gonna be at your balls,"
He said menacing me with a fake lunge that made me buck my ass back in fear
for my nuts.

    "Okay, Okay," I said holding my right hand out to ward of any incoming
towel snap, "He put me on varsity."

    The guys all went silent and stared at me open mouthed. None of us had
ever known of a sophomore being on the varsity team. It was the elite realm
of juniors and seniors that we all looked forward to joining when we became
upper classmen. They had the coolest private locker room facilities in the
whole school. We had all seen into that secret room of masculine supremacy
when the double wooden doors were held open by their metal stoppers for
cleaning.

    "Holy fucking shit Chad!" Jayce exclaimed dropping his towel and
lifting me up in a strong lung crushing hug.

    His bare skin on mine sent a tingle to my dick that made me panic just
like I had in the coach's office. I struggled to escape from the big
offensive guard's hold.

    "You're the man dude!" he yelled holding me out still half a foot off
the ground, "Wait'll your dad hears!"

    He set me down amidst a confusion of back and butt slapping from the
other guys congratulating me. I was most definitely on the edge of popping
a woody in my pouch from all this naked teen athlete attention. I felt a
flush of embarrassment climb from my just-getting-hair-chest to my face.

   "Hey pal," Jayce said, "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. You
deserve it. You're a tackle-dodging, sure-handed, fleet-footed scoring
machine. Bout time Bulldozer caught on to the fact."

    Thank god, no one had noticed the larger bulge in my jock. My red face
went away as fast as it had come on. I was ever so grateful for the
unspoken locker room protocol that you never noticed another guy's
genitals. It had saved my dignity and reputation as a stud football jock
and not for the first time either. Jayce was one hot number and I was
always nervous that he would catch me getting aroused around him. I always
took a much colder shower than my team mates to help cover my homo
impulses.

    After the initial excitement of my announcement wore off, the other
guys dispersed to their own lockers to get dressed and go home. I shucked
my strap and socks, threw my towel over my shoulder and headed for the
showers, soap bottle in hand. As I passed Jayce at his locker in the row
across from mine he nudged my side.

    "Hey man," he said pulling his jeans up over his white CKs, "I'm gonna
hang and walk home with you, okay?"

    "Sure Jayce," I said without stopping, "Anything up?"

    "No not..., I just wanna spend some time with you before you forget us
lowly JV guys," he said, "The whole school's gonna be talking about you
tomorrow."

    "Not happening," I called back to him. I hung my towel on a hook and
crossed to a shower head in the middle of the steamy wet empty room, "We're
tight man. You're my best friend Jayce."

    We talked back and forth about nothing consequential while I showered
and he finished dressing. I turned the shower off and wiped the water from
my face. I opened my eyes to my fully dressed best friend standing in front
of me holding my towel out to me.

    "Here ya go Mr. Varsity," He said with a grin tossing the towel a
couple of feet across the wet tiles to keep his sneakers dry.

    I snagged it in the air and began to dry off, stepping into the dry
side with him to finish my feet. We walked back to the rows of lockers
still shootin' the shit and I lobbed my towel into the hamper by the door
as we passed. Jayce sat down at the end of the long wooden bench between
the rows and picked up his pack from underneath the bench where he had
stashed it. The room was weirdly echoing since it was empty except for
us. I saw Jayce looking all around peering down all the isles from his
vantage at the end of the bench.

    "There's nobody here but us man," I said wondering who he expected to
see, "The varsity guys won't be in to change for practice until 4:30 or so
and we don't practice today."

    "You mean I don't practice today," my ex-team mate reminded me, "You
are now one of the varsity and you do have practice today."

    "Nope, Bulldozer gave me the day off to celebrate my exalted new
status," I joked with him sitting down on the bench in my own white CKs
facing the other way to put my socks on.

    "Hey man, I wanna tell you something," my big friend stated without
looking at me.

    "Yeah?"

    "I think I'd get a little excited too if I made varsity this year,"
Jayce said softly.

    I felt an icy cold chill go up my spine. I stopped with a raised foot,
sock half on, and slowly looked over my shoulder to see him looking the
other way.

    "I just mean..., what I'm trying to say...,Oh fuck it Chad, I just want
you to know that none of those idiots even noticed you gettin' thick in the
junk," he finally managed to say and turned to look at me, "Hell man, we're
teenaged guys. My dad is always saying when I take a long time in the
bathroom, `If you don't control those raging teenage hormones you're gonna
find yourself on the receiving end of my foot.' That kinda stuff just
happens to guys our age."

   "Uh..., jeez Jayce...," I stammered.

   "Your my bestie man, I just want you to know that all that shit the guys
say about jerkin' off is a bunch of crap," he said honestly, "It's ok to
beat your meat man. They're doin' it, I fuckin' do it all the time, you
just need to stroke one out dude. Just sayin', ya get me?"

    I felt a flood of relief pass through me. Jayce had been aware of my
rising prick, he just thought it was because I had some kind of hang up
about masturbation. What he didn't know is that I spent more time yanking
my meat than anything else I did. I wanted to keep it that way.

    "I getcha man," I replied, "You're right. I guess I need to take care
of business."

   "I'll get your dirty gear while you finish dressing so we can get the
hell outa here and spread the word that you're the biggest deal at WHS," he
kidded me.

    "I hope to hell I am," I returned, "But I'm not feeling as confident as
I would if you were up there blocking for me dude. I'm gonna miss knowin' I
can always count on the man in front of me to get me through."

    "Well Pete Roberts is right guard on the varsity," he told me as he
gathered up my soiled gym clothes at the bottom of my locker, "He and my
bro have been friends longer than we have. He's a pretty cool dude man, and
a really good lineman. You're gonna like him."

    I bent over to put on my shoes and I swear I saw Jayce sniff one of my
three used jockstraps before he crammed it in the front zippered section of
my backpack. I thought that maybe he was checking to see if was clean or
dirty.

    "Thanks man," I said taking the pack from him, "let's go."

    We had an uneventful walk home. My house was only eight blocks from
school and it was a nice cool fall afternoon, what my dad called
shirtsleeve weather. We stopped in front of the driveway and said our
goodbyes.

    "I'll catchya later Chad," Jayce said trotting across my front yard to
his own, right next door, "Way to go man, I'm proud of you. I'll come over
later."

    I got my house key out of my pocket and went inside going directly for
the phone on the kitchen bar. I dialed the number on the post-it note by
the phone and opened the frig while I waited for an answer. My dad picked
up on the third ring and I rushed through telling him about my elevation to
the varsity team. He was really thrilled and sounded just as up as I was
about it, and then he had to hang up. I understood though, he was a lawyer
on a very important state constitutional precedent case down in Savannah. I
knew he'd make it up to me when he got home. He always made as much time
for me as he possibly could.

    I didn't bother to call my mom. She was at her younger sister's home in
Atlanta. Along with my grandma they were waiting for Aunt Ruthie May to
deliver twins due in two days. Her husband, Uncle Ray, had gone what I
would call totally ADHD the closer he got to being a father. So mom had
called grandma and they had taken up residence just until Aunt Ruthie May
recovered from giving birth. Mom was just an hour away and I was a
responsible kid. I didn't call her with the news, not because she wouldn't
be happy for me, but because she treated football the same way she did
video games. She just didn't get that it was the be all and end all to my
life at that age.

    I took the soda I had gotten from the frig and went upstairs to my
bedroom. I pulled the second drawer completely out and groped in the back
of the opening. I pulled out a bent and much used magazine and replaced the
drawer. I dropped the pack on my back off on my desk chair, undid my belt,
unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pushing them and my briefs down around my
knees; I fell back on my full size bed to `take care of business.'

    I opened the International Male catalog to my favorite jockstrap pic
and set to stroking my newly seven inch, hard more than not, cock. I was
just on the verge of cum splattering my chest when I heard Jayce's voice
from down stairs.

    "Hold on Draichek!" he yelled and my bedroom door swung open with a
bang.

    "Hey McMasters!" Andy Draichek, our team kicker, yelled standing in the
doorway, "Wilcroft told me you made the...Oh SHIT MAN!"

   "What the fuck is your problem Draichek?" Jayce said coming up behind
him, "Barging in like you own..., Oh fuck!"

   They both stared at me sitting up in my bed holding my hard throbbing
prick in my right hand with my mouth agape in shock. I swung my legs around
over the side of the bed so I could get my jeans up and sailed the catalog
off into the air. It landed on my bedroom floor right at Andy's feet,
spread open with guys in thongs on both pages.

    "You're a goddamn fag!" he exclaimed in shock as I sat on the edge of
my bed in horror, "You're beating off to guys in faggy underwear! Wilcroft,
your best friend is a mother-fuckin' queer! Wait'll the guys find out about
this!"

    I fell forward across my lap and broke down in tears as my world came
crashing down in one horrible moment of emotional and mental
devastation. My shock stressed breakdown was interrupted by a sudden crash!
I looked up to see Andy smashed up against my bedroom wall and Jayce
holding him there with both hands clutched onto his shirt collar so tight I
could tell he was choking. The impact from the teenager's body had dented
the wallboard in behind his head and shoulders.

    "You better listen to me Draichek, you goddamn fuckin' jerk," my best
friend yelled in his face pushing him even harder into the wall, "You
better not make a move or I'll put your motherfuckin' head through this
fuckin' wall! DO you hear me?"

    Andy nodded his yes, gasping for air.

    "YOU DIDN"T SEE SHIT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?'"

    The stunned choking kid nodded another time.

    "NOW, if I hear that you have opened your goddamned motherfuckin' mouth
to anyone about what you DIDN'T see here," Jayce got quieter and loosened
his hold so Andy could gulp down some air, "I'll make you out to be a liar
and then I'll hunt your goddamn bigot ass down and beat you so bad that if
you don't die you'll be a fuckin' zombie vegetable for the rest of your
life. I don't care if I go to prison for the rest of mine. Is there
anything you don't understand?"

     Andy shook his head no.

    "And if you don't act completely normal to me or Chad at any time
starting right now," Jayce continued as he held Draichek up by his shirt
and walked with him suspended to the doorway, "Then you're gonna need a
doctor. Now get the fuck outa my sight."

    He threw the smaller kid down on the floor outside my bedroom
door. Andy staggered to his feet and ran down the hallway. Three seconds
later the front door opened and slammed shut.

    With my head hung down in shame, I saw Jayce bend over and pick up the
incriminating catalog. He glanced at it and folded it closed and stuck it
out to me.

    "Sorry about your wall man," He said softly, "I'll fix it this week
before your folks get home."

     I took the magazine from him still sitting on the edge of the bed with
my jeans and underwear around my knees. My dick was completely soft and
felt like it would never trouble me again with an erection.

    "You're not pissed at me?" I asked him with tears welling up in my
eyes.

    "Yeah, I am," he said, "But only because that's not a picture of me
like the one I have of you in your uniform under my mattress."

    I jumped up and didn't give a fuck that my jeans and underwear fell to
my feet. I yanked my bed spread up and jammed my hand under my mattress and
pulled out an 8 x 10 of Jayce. It was his solo team pic from last year. In
it he was standing in his football uniform with his right hand casually on
his hip. His other hand hung straight down holding his helmet by the face
mask. He had a stern serious `I mean business' look on his face obscured by
the yellow blotch of a cum stain. I handed it to him.

    He took the picture and looked at it starting to smile, "Yours is
stained worse."

    We stood looking at each other for god knows how long. I had gone from
the worst shock of my life to the best in less than ten minutes. I didn't
have a care in the world that Andy would ever open his mouth. In addition
to my pal's threats of physical violence, the fact that Jayce was known as
one of the nicest most polite kids in our school and town would make sure
no one would ever believe the mean spirited asshole. I had caught him
tormenting Barry in the mall bathroom this past summer. I had asked him
that if he hated the guy so much why was he always putting his hands on
him. That had made him shove the out-gay kid to the floor and tell him to
keep away from him. From all the time I had spent around Andy playing
football, I had long ago determined that faggot, nigger, spic, nip, chink,
and heeb were at the top of his list of favorite words, at least when he
had a couple of his hater buddies around to back him up. Besides, I could
stomp his ass myself if the need arose. He was basically a big-mouth
coward.

    "Hey man, could you like cover up or something?" Jayce suddenly asked
me, "You're..., uh..., makin'...fuck Chad, you're giving me a hard-on."

    I guess that was the moment I really became a full fledged
card-carrying homosexual. I reached out and pulled Jayce's zipper down,
reached into his fly, and started feeling his nice hard cock through his
CKs. My own dick shot up faster than a shuttle launch.

    "Whoa!" he said jumping back a step, "Just a minute man!"

    Jayce pushed me in the chest making me sit back down on the bed and
bolted out of my room. I could hear his footsteps running down the
stairs. Oh fuck, I had freaked him out.

    "JAYCE!" I yelled out to him.

    I heard him running back up the stairs and thought he was coming back
to kick my ass. He turned back in through the doorway puffing slightly from
his quick trip and walked up to me. He stood in front of me and began to
strip, kicking off his shoes first, then pulling his tee-shirt off followed
by his belt. At that point he looked at me.

    "Come on man, get naked," he said to me.

    "Where'd you take off to like that?" I asked him kicking my own shoes
off along with my bunched up jeans, underwear, and socks.

    "To lock the door," he answered.

    It was the first male physical experience for both of us. I know now
how clumsy and awkward we were, but at the time it seemed mystical. We were
both afraid to go anywhere near each other's assholes though we wanted to,
at least I did. But you know how private a place that is for guys,
especially first timers. All we did was kiss, rub, hug, and jack each other
off, but it was one of the most memorable sexual moments of my and Jayce's
life. It changed us entirely as we crossed the threshold from boy to young
man. In no time at all we recovered and did it again.

    As we came down from our mutual jerk off orgasms, the setting sun
started to red light my room through the window. We were both breathing
hard as we finger played in the cum on each others chest and bellies. I
brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted Jayce's seed. It tasted almost
like my own, (What boy hasn't tasted his own cum?) but a bit more salty,
and it was clumpier than mine. I saw my friend watching me sample his nut
juice and he took a finger scoop of mine and opened his mouth to rub it on
his tongue. It was so fuckin' hot my dick shot up and I rolled on top of
him and we were back to pleasing each other again.

    I was on top of Jayce and impulsively got up with my knees on either
side of his thighs to arch down to his hard six inch red bull thick cock. I
put my mouth over his fat dick head and sucked, Jayce moaned and blew his
wad, filling my mouth with warm, thick, creamy, cum. His hands came down to
grab my head and he gave a slight push with his erupting fat prick.

    "Ohhh, god it feel soooo good, please put in all in your mouth
man. Ohhhhhh, pleeeeease!" he begged me.

    Who was I to deny such a sexy request from my best friend? I went down
on him sucking like a new born calf. I didn't even choke as I tried to
swallow every bit of my fantasy guy's nut juice. I guess I was a natural
born cock sucker.

    He pulled my head off his slowly shrinking tool and I slid up into his
arms for another teen-man kiss. Jayce clutched my upper arms and quickly
flipped me over. He was now on top of me and he whispered into my mouth.

        "Your turn."

     He licked down my chest and stomach, tasting our smeared together nut
goo. He blew on the tip of my cock making it jump and took it all in his
mouth in a tight lipped suck. I felt my sensitive head hit the back of his
throat. I started gasping for air as a bolt of pleasure exploded in my
groin. My erupting dick plastered his tonsils and he gagged and choked. I
had to give my new lover credit, he didn't come up off of my cum spewing
prong, he eased back a bit, coughing around the ejaculating rod, spraying
cum out the sides of his mouth and tried to swallow all of it. I grabbed
him by his short auburn hair and raised him up to look him in the eye.

    "You could at least give a guy some warning," he said to me still
coughing.

    "I'm sorry man. I didn't have time. It came as a complete surprise to
me."

    "Well Chad," he said laughing at the unintentional pun I missed and
clearing his throat a last two times, "Next time you CUM as a complete
surprise, pull my head up a bit okay? At least your surprise didn't gag
choke you."

    "Come here," I said pulling him up to thank him with my mouth.

    Jayce looked over to the window and saw the darkening sky, "Oh shit, I
gotta go. My dad's not gonna be happy. I didn't even leave a note."

    "I'm sorry dude. It's my fault," I said, "Let me call him and see if
he'll let you stay over."

    "You can try man, but he's gonna say no," Jayce warned me.

    "I think I got dealt a royal flush today," I said, "Let's play it."

    We dressed rapidly and went downstairs to the phone. I picked it up and
dialed the Wilcroft's number from memory. It rang once and Jayce's dad
answered.

    "Hello Mr. Wilcroft, It's Chad."

    "Hi Chad, have you seen Jayce?"

    "Yes sir, he's right here."

    "And he talked you into covering for him since he broke a house rule,
hmmm? It's after dark and he didn't bother to let anyone know where he
was."

    "No sir. It's my fault. I got moved to the varsity team today and we
lost track of time celebrating and talking," I told Jayce's dad giving my
pal a wink, "I really am sorry."

    "You made the varsity? Wow Chad that's amazing! Congratulations sport!"
he said and then I heard him remotely, "Hey honey, Chad made the varsity
football team," then back to normal, "Anne says to come on over that you're
supposed to have dinner with us tonight anyway. Your mom called."

    "Okay Mr. Wilcroft we'll be right there. Oh, and uh, could Jayce spend
the night? After dinner I mean?"

    "Sure, sure Chad, I bet he's real excited for you. I am"

    "Oh yes sir, he most definitely is excited for me," I said with a
silent laugh at Jayce, who shot me the finger.

    "Okay Chad, you boys come right over."

    "Yes sir, we're on our way. Bye."

    "Come on Jayce, we have to eat dinner at your place, but your dad said
you can sleep over."

    "That was smooth man," he said, "But I didn't hear anything about how
excited you were for me."

    "I'll just have to show you then," I said as I suddenly goosed his ass,
jumped away and ran to the door.

    He only caught me because he had thrown the deadbolt when he had raced
down to lock the door. We tumbled out the door rough-housing, locked it
behind us and grab ass, pushed, played our way next door to his house.

    His older brother Bryce was standing in the door to meet us. He was a
senior at our school. He was taller than Jayce by two inches or so, but
leaner, they weighed about the same. In everything else they could have
been twins, same grey eyes, same straight auburn brown hair, even the same
matching lips and smile dimples. He and Jayce were real close and I never
knew them to fight. Jayce worshiped his big brother and Bryce loved and
protected him in return. Bryce wasn't a football jock like us, but he was
the damn best baseball player our school had ever seen. He had made state
shortstop player of the year as a junior, and now was faced with a tough
decision. The Braves had offered him a contract at AA Richmond, which meant
a real chance at the majors in Atlanta. He also had full scholarship offers
at six major universities. In just four more months he was expected to make
a choice that would determine the course of his whole life.

    "Hi Chad," he said putting a firm friendly hand on each of our necks
and giving Jayce a kiss on the forehead, "That's so cool you makin' the big
v. I'm happy for you. I want to call Pete after dinner and let you two
talk. He might be able to give you a few pointers to help you out."

    "Thanks Bryce, that'd be great man," I replied thrilled to actually be
welcomed in to the `big boys' circle, "Jayce already told me he's a pretty
righteous guy."

    "Yeah he is. You're gonna like him and I'm sure he'll like you, just
like everyone else that knows you. Come on let's eat. Mom's got dinner
ready, Pan grilled lemon-pepper tilapia, asparagus, and butter roasted
potatoes."

    "Oh wow, I'm ready. I don't know about Jayce, but I'm starving," I said
starting to step forward with my pal.

    Bryce's hand suddenly clamped down hard on both our necks and he pulled
us back to him sniffing at both of us.

    "Guys," he said quietly between our heads, "You both smell like cum."

    I went cold as my mind panicked trying to instantly produce a lie to
cover for us. Jayce just looked at his brother calmly.

    "There are four bottles of cologne on my dresser," he said sedately
easing up on our necks, "Don't bath in it, but cover-up. Hurry up, and for
god's sake don't use the same scent. You guys gotta be more careful."

    He aimed us at the stairs and went around us to go into the back to
join his parents for dinner.

    I looked wide eyed at Jayce and he just grabbed my arm and pulled me
with him to the staircase.

    "Come on Chad," he said, "I'll explain it to you while we wash our
hands and cover up the sperm smell. I can't smell it, but Bryce did. Mom's
got a nose like a bloodhound and he just saved our butts."

    We bounded up the steps to Bryce's room, each snagging a bottle off his
dresser and went in his bathroom. As I washed my hands, Jayce lifted his
shirt and sprayed his chest with one spritz of cologne. We switched and
repeated what the other had done.

    "It's like this Chad," my friend explained, "Bryce walked in and caught
me jerking off to your football picture. I thought I was alone in the
house, but he had his car in the shop for servicing and was home. He was
real cool about it."

    "What'd he say?" I asked.

    "He told me that all love was good so long as it wasn't selfish," Jayce
answered, "He also said that he was my brother and that he would always
love me no matter what. And then..."

    "And then what?" I asked totally taken back.

    "He said that he thought you and I would be good together. I think that
he and Pete are, ya know, like boyfriends. Don't ever tell anybody man."

    "Oh fuck, this is con-fus-ing," I blurted.

    "It's all okay right now man," he said, "We can talk about it
later. I'll betcha three of those blow jobs that Bryce corners us about it
after dinner. I'm not gonna lie to him. He's cool, you'll see."

    "I'm not taking that bet, but you can still have the blow jobs. Come on
let's just go eat," I said deciding to trust Jayce. He knew his brother
best after all.

    Dinner was delicious. Jayce's mom was a real Cordon Bleu trained
chef. We talked about football, Bryce's life choices, Mr. Wilcroft's work
on the Governor's art council, and Mrs. Wilcroft's upcoming restaurant
grand opening. There was plenty of food for even thirds. Mrs Wilcroft had
lots of experience with teenaged boys appetites.

    We went in the den for dessert which was peanut butter fudge brownies
and home-made vanilla shakes. While I was finishing my shake Bryce walked
over and handed me the phone.

    "It's Pete Roberts, Chad," Bryce said, "He wants to talk to you."

    I took the phone and said, "Hello?"

    "Hi McMasters, it's gonna be great to have you on the team. All we're
missing is some speed in the backfield and we all saw how you placed second
in the dash on the school fitness trials."

    "Yeah, some senior on the track and field team beat me," I responded.

    "Yeah, that's Vinnikin, he's too skinny for football."

    Our conversation went on for several minutes and Pete gave me quite a
few pointers on how to fit in. He also told me that if any of the guys gave
me a hard time to come to him or any other offensive lineman. He told me it
was their job to look out for their backfield players and not to deal with
it on my own. He even offered to tutor me if I had any problems with my
school work. He ended by telling me that he would go in early tomorrow for
practice and find out which locker was mine and make sure all my new
varsity gear was in it. I thanked him and hung up.

    Bryce came over and sat down on the floor at the coffee table between
me and Jayce.

    "Well, how'd it go?" he asked me.

    "He's really cool Bryce, thanks a lot. I owe you big time," I answered.

    "He'll be good to you Chad. He's my best friend. We have a real special
relationship. I told him you were my little brother's very special friend."

    Bryce was talking to me in a quiet tone and no one else heard a word he
said. I felt quite a bit uncomfortable and he could tell.

    "I'd like to come over later and talk to you two," he went on, "I'm not
gonna lecture you Chad. I just want to be your friend. I thought maybe
ya'll might have some questions I could answer to make your special
friendship easier on the both of you. Is that okay?"

    "Yeah Bryce, I think we'd both like that," I responded feeling the
concern and caring in his voice.

    "So Chad," he said in a voice that all the others could now here,
"How's Alex doing at Harvard?"

    `Alex', was my sister Alexis. She was in her freshman year of college
studying pre-law. I missed her a lot. She and Bryce were a year apart in
age, but had been good friends. They had even dated a few times. I had just
talked to her yesterday so I had a current answer.

    "She said it's cold as...,well she said it's cold and she doesn't like
the weather," I rethought my words due to Mrs. Wilcrofts glare, "She said
to tell you hi and to call her if I saw you. Sorry man, I forgot all about
it until you asked about her."

   "That's okay, you had big news today pal, I'd of forgotten too," Bryce
said, "Tell her I'll call this weekend if you hear from her before then,
okay?"

    "No prob," I assured him.

    "Jayce?" Mr Wilcroft said.

    "Yes sir?" my friend responded looking up from the Sport's Illustrated
he was reading.

    "Have you fed your dog tonight?" he asked peering at Jayce over the top
of his glasses as he perused the newspaper.

    "I took care of it dad," Bryce interjected.

    "I know how much you care for your brother Bryce, but he was the one
that wanted a pet and it is his responsibility," Mr. Wilcroft said sternly.

    "He's been really good with him dad," Bryce went on defending his
little bro, "He can already go off leash at the park and comes every time
Jayce calls him and he's only eight months old."

    "I don't want to hear `been', what I want to hear is `is',"
Mr. Wilcroft stated adamantly, "We discussed this thoroughly when he got
Blaze. I see that is only 7:00 Jayce. Why don't you and Chad take him for a
walk at the park? You can drop him off at the side fence on your way back
to Chad's and you boys won't have to deal with us old folks interfering
with whatever it is you hob-nob about these days."

    "Sure dad," Jayce responded, "Is that okay with you Chad?"

    "Sounds like fun. It's nice out tonight. We'll just need light weight
jackets. I'll run home real fast and get mine," I answered.

    "Don't bother," Bryce added, "You can borrow one of mine or an extra of
Jayce's. They're in the hall closet."

    "Grab one for me Chad," Jayce requested, "I'll meet you out front with
Blaze."

    "Don't stay up too long and be late for school in the morning boys,"
Mr. Wilcroft admonished us as we both took our leave in opposite
directions.

    "No sir," we said in unison.

    Bryce came in the hall on his way up to his room, "I'll be over in two
hours Chad."

    "Cool man, see ya then" I told him as I exited jackets in hand.

    I pulled the borrowed jacket on as Jayce came around the side of the
house towards me with his leashed dog jumping around excitedly by him. The
dog lived up to his name. Blaze was an Irish Setter. His dark red-brown
hair reflected fiery tones from the street lamps. He was little more than
an overgrown puppy, but Jayce's patient training had him better behaved
than most full grown dogs I knew. The frisky gangly pup greeted me with
warm wet licks as I handed Jayce his letter jacket and leaned over to pet
him.

    "Come on Chad," he said, "Let's go and get this over with so we can get
back to your place. I..., it's..., you know..."

    "Yeah, I do know," I responded as we headed down the sidewalk toward
the park six blocks away, "Let's just face it Jayce, we're hot for each
other."

    "We...,uh...,it's..." my pal stammered.

    "It's me here Jayce," I reassured him by putting my arm around his
shoulder, "You can say anything to me."

    "I don't know man...," he paused, "I'll fuck it up."

    "Fuck what up?" I asked.

    "Our friendship,"

    "Listen man," I responded, "The only way you could fuck up our
friendship would be to kill me. That's not happenin' now is it? So just out
with it."

    "I love you Chad."

    "I love you too man. So tell me what's got you so tongue tied," I
prompted him.

    Jayce stopped dead in his tracks bringing Blaze to a jerking halt along
with him. He turned to face me, opened his mouth to say something, shook
his head in disbelief, and turned back to continue on his way down the
sidewalk. I didn't know what the hell was bugging him. I quick stepped it
to catch him.

    "Hey man," I tried to get his attention.

    And then it hit me. The realization blew my mind and I froze in
midstep. Jayce had turned his head back to look at me when I called him and
when I didn't join him he turned and looked back again. He stopped, having
to pull Blaze back. The young gangly Setter resisted a little bit knowing
he was on his way to the park, but after one sharp tug on the leash he
joined his master who slowly walked back the ten yards he had outdistanced
me.

    "I fucked it up, didn't I?" he asked me solemnly looking up and not
meeting my eyes.

    "No, you're just way more honest with yourself than I am," I answered,
"I am so sorry Jayce."

    "Nothing to be sorry about," he said finally looking at me teary eyed,
"It's not your fault if you don't feel that way about me. I should have
kept my big mouth shut."

    "Now you're doing it," I told him and his expression turned to
confusion, "Look, I don't know what I'm doing. I guess we're gay, but I
don't know anything about it except for all the hate stuff we both know
from school. All I'm sure of is that I want to spend every second I can
with you. Jayce Wilcroft, will you be my boyfriend?"

    His face broke out in a great big grin.

    "Come on let's run," he said excitedly and took off toward the park
parking lot entrance just three blocks away.

    "Why are we running?" I queried keeping pace beside him, "And are you
gonna give me an answer?"

    "I gotta find a private place so I can kiss you," he said almost
laughing, "Is that a good enough answer?"

    We slowed to a quick walk when we got to the crosswalk across from the
park. There wasn't any traffic and we trotted across the street to the
stone arch entrance to the park. The kid's play ground was on our left, a
parking lot on our right, and an asphalt walkway going straight ahead. It
went past the parking lot into a wooded area. About two hundred yards in,
there was a concrete bridge going over a creek that divided the woods
roughly in half. The trail eventually led to several sports fields on other
side of the park. I knew Jayce was headed for the woods where he could go
down one of the dirt paths that twisted through the trees and ran beside
the creek bank.

    Just as we stepped through the open arch, Blaze pulled to the left and
started barking. I heard another dog barking back in response. There was an
old white Chevy pick-up at the far end of the parking lot under the far end
street light with a big black dog standing on this side of it barking back
at Jayce's excited Setter. I could clearly see three men sitting on the
lowered tailgate with three more standing facing them. It was just a group
of guys hanging out drinking beer. They didn't look a lot older than us,
but they were definitely adults.

    "No Blaze! Heel!" Jayce commanded and the dog quit barking, but
continued to wag his tail looking toward the other canine.

    "Shut up Razor," one of the men yelled and the other dog became silent.

    Both dogs were wagging tails and body so I knew it was a friendly
response. They just wanted to play. The guy that had yelled at the big
black dog waved at us. We waved back.

    "Let's go Chad," Jayce said heading down the paved strip, "If I take
Blaze over there to meet that dog, they'll be butt sniffin' and jumpin'
around for who knows how long. And we'll have to introduce ourselves and
all that shit. I'd rather..."

    "Get me in the dark woods so you can take advantage of me," I broke in
teasing him.

    "And visa-versa," he laughed as we crossed the tree line.

    There were lamp posts every thirty to forty feet on the asphalt
walkway, but the woods were shadowy dark under a waning half moon. Jayce
turned off on the third dirt track on the left and we made our way into the
darkness feeling our way down the winding path until the lights behind us
were only glowing dots. We could vaguely see each other and Jayce hung the
end of Blaze's leash on a low branch stem. He turned to me and I was on him
like a lion after prey. I flung my arms around his hard athletic body and
clamped my mouth on his in the grip of raging teenage hormones his father
had warned him about. Both of our cocks were steel rods in suddenly very
tight jeans. Jayce took his arms from around my neck and grabbed my ass
grinding his stiff fat prick even harder into my denim bulge. We just
totally got into making out and did it this time out of real love and
passion, not like doing it with a girl to just fit in and be 'one of the
guys'. We took our time, showing our devotion to each other, knowing we
could go on to more intense activities when we got back to my place. We
were sealing the pact of our love, not trying to just unload a rampant
dick.

    Blaze let out a quick friendly bark just as I saw a bright glint of
metal by Jayce's neck. I felt something hard and cold against my right
collar bone as a rough arm grabbed me around the chest trapping my own arm
against my side. I saw a hand holding the bone handle of a twelve inch
hunting knife come at Jayce's throat as another hand yanked my best
friend's right arm behind his back in a hammer lock that made him cry out
in pain.

    "Don't even flinch faggot, or I'll slit your cock sucking throat," A
cruel deep voice said in my ear as two other sets of hands viciously pulled
my arms behind me.

    I could tell that Jayce was struggling with three or four guys about
ten feet in front of me now. I heard an umph of someone getting a hard
punch in the guts and Jayce fell forward on his knees coughing and
gasping. A foot kicked him in the back of his head and he fell face down on
the dirt path.

    ""You goddamn fuckin' queer, that'll teach you to hit a real man," A
figure yelled at him as it stomped a foot on the back of Jayce's neck
holding him to the ground.

    "Don't hurt him you asshole!" I yelled getting a kidney punch for it.

    "Shut the fuck up faggot!" a voice said behind me.

    Jayce put his right hand out feebly to grab the foot on his neck and
another cowboy booted foot came down on his wrist pinning his arm to the
ground. My captors put a foot in front of my feet and let go of my arms as
two hands impacted flat on my shoulder blades tripping me to the ground
where I landed head to head with Jayce.

    "Jayce!" I cried out reaching to try to attack the legs that held him
down.

    "Someone punt kicked me between the legs from behind and my nuts
exploded in agony as I puked, retched, and reeled from the pain. My vision
spun in color flashes on a black swirling miasmic background and I could
hear Blaze barking in anger in my ringing ears. I felt myself tossed around
and I vomited again. As the world came spinning back into focus, I became
aware that my jacket had been removed. I was being held up off the dirt by
the hair of my head and that big hunting knife, or one much like it was
cutting my tee-shirt off my body.

    "WE'RE JUST KIDS!" I screamed out getting a resounding open handed slap
to my face that set my vision to swimming and my ears to ringing again.

    "I said SHUT THE FUCK UP FAGGOT!" the first voice I had heard screamed
in my ear, standing in front of me, holding me up by my hair, bitch
slapping my face between his words, "I (slap) know (slap) how it is (slap)
with (slap) you pussy-boys (slap). You're all grown up (slap) when you want
(slap) to do something fun(slap), but when things get fuckin' real (slap)
you jump right back (slap) to being a kid (slap) to avoid having (slap) to
take any responsibility (slap) for your fuckin' (slap) sorry ass (slap)."

    I was hurting bad. I understood why our coaches always wanted us to
wear a jockstrap for any physical activity as my nut sack swelled up in gut
wrenching pain in my briefs to the pounding beat of my terror racing
heart. It had to be the size of a small cantaloupe from the feel of
it. After what seemed like hours of being pushed, slapped, spit on,
verbally degraded, punched, and yanked around, I found myself bound and
gagged with my hands behind my back. My bonds were made out of my own cut
up tee shirt and a strip of it held my balled up socks securely stuffed in
my mouth. I had been stripped of everything but my jeans and underwear. The
motherfuckers had even cut my belt off. They threw me face first on the
ground when they finished securing me.

    Just as I regained enough presence of mind to try to roll over on my
back, the air was knocked out of me by the impact of a heavy body on my
back. My eyes watered in shock as I tried to heave air back into my lungs
through my nose. I twisted out from under the weight to see that Jayce had
been hurled onto me where I lay suffering on the ground. He had been
constrained just as I was, but ungagged. From the slow side to side
movement of his head I could tell he was barely conscious. His half open
eyes didn't seem to register my presence.

    My surroundings were different. Somehow we had been relocated to a
place I recognized. My mind had no recollection of being moved, so I
guessed I must have blacked out sometime during this nightmare experience.

    I was in an open wooden fenced in area of about twelve by twenty feet
backing up to a white metal prefab wall. I had seen this structure from
outside the fence. It was a park storage facility by the creek about three
hundred yards in the woods from the bridge. There were dark shadows of
unknown items stacked up against the fence and an unused park bench in the
middle of the space.

    A striking match flared up by the bench and I saw seven men in various
places around us talking in whispers to each other. They were most
recognizably the guys we had seen at the old truck in the parking lot plus
one I guessed I didn't notice when we had passed them. A camp lantern
flashed on the table top of the bench and one of the men adjusted it to a
steady yellow-blue glow that lit up the enclosure.

    I saw Jayce lying beside me with trickles of drying blood from his nose
runneled down his lip and into the left corner of his mouth. His right eye
was red, puffy and swollen shut. His slitted eyes slowly swiveled to look
at me.

    "Chaaaaddd," he moaned weakly at me.

    "Shut your goddamn queer ass mouth faggot or I'll beat you unconscious
again!" the man with the cruel raspy voice yelled at us.

    I didn't know if Jayce heard the man or if he was too hurt to make any
further effort to talk, but thankfully he was silent. The night air was
cool on my half naked body, my shaking was from fear, not the cold. My mind
threatened to completely shut down in terror stress and I was on the verge
of breaking out screaming insanely when a hand yanked me up by my wavy
blond hair and drug me standing to the bench. I stood there swaying in pain
and the cruel man gripped my chin forcing me to look at him. He was about
six feet tall on the side of heavy approaching fat. He had a mop of
uncombed dark brown-black hair with a scraggly several days growth of
unkempt whiskers the same color on his face. His beady dark eyes bore into
me and he spoke quietly to me in his vile tone.

       "Okay faggot, do you want to live?" he asked me brutally yanking my
sock gag out of my mouth.

    I nodded my head yes, too petrified by fear to speak. Tears were
running down my cheeks, but I was so frozen by dread I couldn't even
whimper. My life didn't flash before my eyes like I had heard of, but I did
find myself thinking that any minute I was going to bolt up drenched in
sweat in my own bed awakening from this insane nightmare.

    "That's a good faggot," he went on patting my cheek like he approved of
my behavior like you would a dog, "So what you're gonna do queer-boy is not
so bad. You're gonna do what faggots like to do. You're gonna get down on
your cock sucking knees and suck dick. Me and my buddies haven't had a
piece of pussy in a while and seein' as we're cunt deprived we thought we'd
make use of you and your fuckin' faggot friend to do what you like to do
anyway."

    I felt the bile rising in my throat and vomit came gushing out my
mouth. I didn't retch but twice before I was hit in the face by a splash of
cold water. The shock halted my heaving stomach and my tormentor jerked me
by my hair forcing me to look at him once again.

    "You do that with my cock in your mouth faggot-boy and I'll rip your
balls off," he berated me, "And if any one of us feels teeth on our
johnson, I'll knock yours out and fuck your bleeding gums down your
throat. Do you understand the rules?"

    I fainted.

    I came to with another splash of cold water in my face making me
splutter. I was being held up once again by my hair and a hand came around
to cover my mouth. The thumb on the grimy hand pressed my nostril shut and
I began to struggle weakly thinking my demonic captors were going to
suffocate me to death. Another hand came at my face and put a small dark
round bottle to my open nostril and held it there until he was satisfied
that I had breathed in a vast amount of the chemical vapors that rose from
the open vial.

    It was my first experience with poppers. I felt the rush you all know
about. It mitigated some of my pain and I felt giddy and remote. The heat
flush that washed up my chest through my neck and into my face energized me
too. I secretly hoped that the bastards had overdosed me with some kind of
illegal drug and that it would kill me dead on the spot, but that didn't
happen.

   The evil leader took a handful of my hair and the one holding me let
go. He used his free hand to gouge into my cheeks and pushed his crotch at
my face. The zipper on his grey-green work pants was wide open and a mostly
hard fat uncut six inch cock with a wrinkly hanging ballsack protruded from
it. He shoved it in my mouth. It was greasy and had a sour taste. I drew my
lips over my teeth in fear of having them knocked out and he shifted his
hands to seize me by both ears and started to jerk my head up and down on
his nasty dick.

    "Suck my cock faggot," he said to me, "Suck the cum outa my balls you
queer piece of shit."

    He pummeled my face remorselessly. I gagged on the unwashed piss tool
as he drove it in and out of my helpless mouth.

    "You better not puke, you worthless faggot," he said, "Get ready to
taste some real man seed, and you better swallow every drop. Uhhhhhgggg!"

    My mouth was flooded with the son-of-a-bitch's sperm. It had an off
taste to it that I would learn in later life came from guys that smoked a
lot. He had me so afraid of him that I gulped it down as fast as it shot
out the end of his smelly prick. He let go of my ears and left me hanging
by my mouth on his cock as it slowly shrank in my mouth. He took me by the
hair on top of my sore head and pulled the thing out of my slimed mouth. He
shoved my face down into his sweat stinking balls and wiped his gooey dick
off in my blond locks. He pushed me back on my heels and turned to the guys
standing behind him.

    "Who's next?" He asked snickering, "We got us a cum hungry cocksucker
here. Fill him up."

    I could see Jayce on the other side of the bench. He sat at the end
straddling the plank seat. A man was behind him holding his bound arms bent
upward to his shoulder blades. I could hear him moan as a man in front of
him held the back of his head in both hands and callously fucked his
face. Another man latched onto my head and pushed his longer thinner dick
in my mouth and began to use me as his sex toy. I closed my eyes and had to
endure the humiliation of the violation of my mouth. I don't know how long
it went on, but it seemed like hours.

    At one point a really big curved cock had slammed its way into my
throat when it ejaculated. I had choked and coughed and could feel my nasal
passages burning where the cum had flooded into them.

    There came a time when I was roughly hauled up from my knees and thrown
face down on the top of the table, bent over with my hips grating into the
hard edge at the end. One of the men took the jostled lantern and hung it
on a hook on the fence, and then the table shook as Jayce's head hit the
hard top next to mine. Our assailants had him bent over the other end. He
opened his mouth to say something but didn't get the chance. Two men leaned
over my best friend and held his torso down on the rough surface. I felt
two more men doing the same to me. Jayce was looking at me and the fear in
his eyes most assuredly reflected my own.

    Our chief defiler leaned down to both of us with an evil smirk. His
breath stank of beer and cigarettes.

    "It seems like we've worn your cock sucking mouths out faggots," he
denigrated us, "So me and the boys have decided to sample some boy
pussy. You're both probably fuckin' stretched out from cornholin' each
other so I don't guess we'll need any lube."

    Oh shit, they were gonna fuck us in the butt! Jayce and I had watched
`Deliverance' on dvd just this past summer. We had laughed some about the
forced sex scene, mostly out of embarrassment. Suddenly it didn't seem
funny at all, not the least bit funny. I tried to kick out with my legs,
just as Jayce tried to buck the men off his back. Neither of us was the
least bit effective. A man was already behind me and he just used his legs
to pin mine down. I saw another man behind Jayce doing the same. I felt the
seat of my jeans part as a hard object, distinctly a knife, sliced them
open from waistband to crotch.

    "AHHHHHRGGGHHH!" I screamed out in agony as the seat of my underwear
was snatched by uncaring hands, wedging my aching, swollen, damaged nuts
into my groin.

    "GOD HELP US!" Jayce yelled out in vain and began to cry.

    The seat of my briefs was cut away in three quick slashes and my bare
butt was exposed to the cool night air. The man behind me started to run
his hands all across my ass. He dug his finger into my hole a few times
making me gasp and cry out from the sudden burn he put on my virgin hole.

   I saw the vicious bastard that appeared to be in charge go behind Jayce
and savagely kick his legs apart. He hip squirmed his groin into my friends
butt and his right hand disappeared from view behind the curve of the
spread cheeks. The bastard put his left hand in the small of Jayce's back.

    He met my eyes with a diabolic grin and said to Jayce, "Scream for me
faggot boy."

    He slammed his hips forward with a grunt, driving his dry hard cock
into Jayce's helpless ass.

    "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I watched my friend scream in torment as his
own anal virginity was ripped from his innocent teenage body.

    I heard him wailing in the pain of being ripped open as the man behind
me jerked me down from the table to plaster his body on mine along the
bench seat. I felt his cock pressed between my ass cheeks, He hawked up a
luggie and rubbed it on the head. He used his hand to position his dick
head at my asshole and drove it into my ass with one plunge just like his
ringleader had done to Jayce.

     "OOHHHHHHHH GOD! PLEEEEEEEASE STOOOOOOOPPPPP!" I screamed out joining
my cries with Jayce's as we were brutally raped by the heartless pieces of
human shit.

    "That's right faggot scream for our man cocks," the head rapist
laughed, "Clench your queer boy cunts on our man fuck tools. Scream now
because when you get loaded full of real man babymakers, I think yer gonna
like it."

    Finally Jayce and I tapered off into an occasional sob amidst our
whimpers of pain as we hung limply under the thrusting of our captors. The
burning from the fuck pole in my ass was compounded by the nauseous ache in
my balls as they were fuck slammed into the bench under me.

    "Take my cum faggot," I heard the instigator tell Jayce loudly, "UUGHH
UUGGHHHH! Fuckin' take it up your queer cunt hole bitch. That's real man
sperm boy. The kind you sick little faggots dream about."

    The man fucking my ass started to grunt as his cock spewed into my
hole. I heard Jayce wail as a new dick was drilled into his ass. The
debaucher on me got up and the next man pulled me off the bench and put me
on all fours on the ground. He got behind me, grabbed my hips and fucked me
way harder than the first bastard. He seemed to enjoy my screams and sobs
of pain, laughing every time I yelled.

   I think they all screwed us at least twice. I do know that they left me
hurting and cramped slumped to the ground with my ass in the air dripping
cock scum. I could hear Jayce hiccupping his sobs on top of the table as
the last man dumped his thick wad in my friend's ravaged anus.

    I felt a cold poke at my throbbing hole, followed by a wet sandpapery
wipe. I opened the eyes that I had shut in a childish effort to escape the
malevolence of my rape to look between my fuck spread legs. I saw black
animal legs standing behind me. I felt the swipe again. It was the first
pleasurable touch I had felt through the whole ordeal. The dog kept on
lapping up the splattered residue of my barbaric deflowering.

    "Look, Razor wants some boy pussy too," I heard one of the men say.

    "Hell, let him have at it," the cruel rasping voice of the vicious man
responded, "They're nothing but faggot trash and we're through with
`em. It'll be fun to watch him turn the queer pansy into a dog bitch."

    I moaned and made an attempt to crawl forward. My head was suddenly
trapped between legs clad in the work pants that I knew belonged to the
evil nasty voiced perpetrator.

    I was held in place and began to cry again. The dog licked my sore
asshole for a good while. His tongue was rough, but it seemed to soothe the
burning that radiated in my anal ring. I felt him jump up on my back and
park his forelegs on my hips. His dewclaws scratched me, but the pain was
irrelevant to what I had already suffered. I felt his hips bucking up to my
raised ass and a hard gouge impacted my left cheek, then another stab
closer to my hole, and then his dog cock slashed into me. It didn't hurt at
all. It was wet and slick and smaller than most of the cocks the men had
pelted me with already. It sawed in and out of my loose opening with an
amazing vigor. And then it began to grow bigger. It plumped up as the dog
bucked it into me. His frantic lunges weren't cruel like the men's had
been, they were just animalistic. He wasn't deliberately trying to hurt me,
he was just trying to get off.

    It was much warmer than the men's dicks had been, and the warmth from
his body warmed my chilled ass and lower back as he lay rutting across
me. Even with the ache in my nuts, my own dick started to get hard in the
remains of my jeans and briefs. The back of the dogs cock seemed to bulge
outward as it pumped into me. It bulked up fairly quickly and the dog
shoved it into me as far as he could, scrambling up the back of my thighs
in his efforts. And then his cock stopped. It had gotten so big at the back
end that it wouldn't fuck in and out anymore. It was pressing something in
my ass above my balls that pulsed with pleasure. I moaned in enjoyment.

    "Fuck, the faggot likes Razor's knot," one of the attackers exclaimed.

    I didn't know what he was talking about and didn't have time to
wonder. The dog lifted his back leg and pulled it across my back. I felt
his cock mass jerk twist in my ass and my dick rocketed out a glob of cum
into my underwear. The gate in the fence flew open behind me and I heard a
different man's voice.

    "What in the hell is going on here?" it asked loudly.

    "You picked the wrong place to bust into asshole!" the cruel man
responded angrily.

    "Help us mister," Jayce's voice pleaded weakly from the table.

    "GET HIM!" our chief assailant yelled.

    "Sick `em Rommel!" the stranger yelled back.

    A huge dark grey furry shape leaped past me bowling over three of the
men that had tortured us. It growled, turned, twisted, snapped, and bit its
way through the group of boy rapists. Four of them bolted to the piles of
supplies against the fence and hurled themselves over it, landing with a
splash in the frigid water of the creek. The leader of the vile group
pulled the hunting knife from his belt and faced the growling shape.

    "I wouldn't do that if I were you," the stranger said, "He'll only
attack to subdue an unarmed man. If he realizes that's a weapon, he'll
attack to kill."

    The wild beady eyes of the evil bastard darted back and forth as the
huge growling animal shape ten feet in front of him weaved its shoulders
back and forth preparing to leap. He saw that he was the only one of his
group left. The others had all fled over the fence. He suddenly grabbed the
end of the park table by him and heaved it over towards the mass of animal
that jumped at him. The flying shape of the huge animal rebounded
effortlessly off the table and leaped over the upturned obstacle after the
man. Jayce's body came falling off the surface as it was upended from under
him. He rolled to a stop right by me where I crouched stuck by my ass to
the black dog and frantically holding onto his back legs as the panicking
canine tried to escape by taking my insides with him.

    Our unknown rescuer bolted over to where we were. He instantly calmed
the dog that was glued to my ass with one hand, while he reached out to
check Jayce with the other. There was a growling thrashing conflict going
on at the wall of the metal building. A grey-green workpants clad leg was
sticking out of an almost closed door in the side of the pre-fab wall that
I hadn't noticed before. The big dark grey shaggy beast had it in his mouth
making a herculean effort to dismember it from its owner. With the sound of
ripping fabric, the big animal fell back a step. The leg disappeared
through the door and it slammed shut with the metallic clank of a bolt
locking into place. Seconds later we heard the sound of a motorcycle
starting up on the other side of the building and it immediately zoomed
away.

     A flash of dark red fur bounded up to Jayce and started licking his
face. It was Blaze. I was so relieved to be out of the hands of our brutal
rape tormentors that I didn't think to be embarrassed being seen stuck to a
dog cock by my best friend and a complete stranger.

    "Rommel, Guard!" the man commanded the big dark haired animal that was
pawing at the door. It came over and sat behind our rescuer turning its
head to peer in every open direction.

    Blaze left off licking Jayce's face to puppy bound to the scary beast
and the big animal licked the Setter's face once and went back to his watch
task with the Irish Setter laying down and snuggling up to his side.

    "What is that?" I asked.

    "It's an Irish Wolfhound," the man answered glancing at me with concern
as he untied my friend's hands, "Which one of you would be Jayce?"

    "Me," Jayce answered lifting his hands as much as he could to help the
man, "How did you know my name Mister?"

    "It's on your dog's tag," he responded, "I think you might owe him your
life. He led me right here to you. Are either of you hurt badly enough for
me to call an ambulance?"

    "I don't think so" Jayce responded stretching his arms and flexing his
wrists as his cloth ties came undone, "At least I'm not, not bad enough to
go to the hospital. Chad! Oh my god! What did they do to you?"

    The black dog, Razor, chose that moment to jerk forward and his cock
came squirting out of my hole with a wet pop, splashing watery fluid that
had to be dog cum all down my ass and cut open jeans. I fell forward on my
stomach and started to cry. Jayce groaned in pain but managed to wrap his
arms around me and lift me from the ground so the man could untie my hands
that had gone numb.

    "Mister, they beat us and they..., they..., they..."Jayce stammered
starting to cry himself.

    "They violated you," the black haired young man finished for him as he
finally got my wrists free, "Listen to me boys, what happened to you both
here tonight is just that. It's something bad that happened to you. It
doesn't have anything to do with who or what you are. Don't let it poison
your spirit. Think of it like a broken arm that's just going to take a
while to heal."

    What the guy said got to me through the misery of my self-pity and
humiliation. I saw Jayce draw a deep painful breath and compose himself. I
let out an agonizing groan as my balls shifted in my swollen scrotum.

    "What's wrong Chad?" Jayce asked on the verge of crying again out of
concern for me, "That sounds like you're hurt real bad man."

    "It's my balls Jayce," I whimpered, "One of them kicked me and they're
swollen up real bad."

    "I'm going to have to check you out, It's Chad, right?" the man said,
"Come on Chad, lay back and put your head in Jayce's lap and let me make
sure we don't need to rush you to the hospital."

    I followed his directions and Jayce gently cradled my head in his
lap. His fingers softly stroked my jawline and a couple of tears ran down
his cheeks to drip on my neck. The man carefully unbuttoned my jeans and
slowly slid them down my hips. He was just as mindful taking down the
shreds of my underwear. He saw the thick sticky smear of my cum but ignored
it. He gently placed a finger on my ball sack and pressed looking at my
face for a sign of severe pain.

    "Does that hurt Chad?" he asked.

    "No, I mean I can feel your finger down there, but my whole ball sack
throbs and hurts."

    "Is it that nauseating kind of testicle pain like you just got racked
buddy?"

    "Yes sir" I answered.

    "You're going to have to see a doctor Chad," he said looking at me
seriously, "You're not hemorrhaging blood or else your scrotum would be
dark. It's a normal color, but you're swelled up with fluid. The skin on
your scrotum is tight as a drum. It's the pressure of that fluid on your
testicles that's making you ache so badly."

    "Won't it go down on its own?" I asked.

    "I don't know pal, I'm not a doctor," he replied, "I have to ask you
guys a very serious question. Do you want me to call the police? You've
been sexually assaulted and that's a felony crime. You have the right to
seek justice for what's been done to you."

    "NO!" Jayce responded adamantly, "Then everybody would know. Right
Chad? You don't want us to have to go through that do you?"

    "No Jayce, but those motherfuckers are gonna get away with it if we
don't," I said not caring about using the forbidden word in front of an
adult.

    "You guys discuss it between yourselves. I have an idea and need to
make a phone call. Trust me, I don't want to see either of you hurt anymore
in any way," the man told us pulling a cell phone out of his pocket and
walking over to the open gate to give us some privacy.

   "We can't tell Chad..."Jayce started.

    "I know that," I interrupted, "It just makes me so mad that those shits
are gonna get away with it."

    "We'll figure something out later," he said, "Right now I'm worried
about getting you to a doctor. You look awful."

    I laughed at him which made me wince in pain.

    "What's funny about it?" he asked me.

    "You've got dried blood all over you face, your poor eye is swelled up
as bad as my balls, you have bruises coming up all over, it looks like
someone took a hammer claw to your nipples, and you're saying I look
awful?"

    "Do I really look that bad?"

    "Yes, but Jayce..."

    "Yeah?"

    "I love you," I said it.

    He just smiled and gently caressed my battered face.

    "Okay guys," our rescuer said walking back to us, "I'm gonna take you
to the town clinic. Dr. Newton is going to meet us there. He says he knows
both of you. Don't worry, he's not gonna say anything without your
okay. You two stay right here. I'm going to leave Rommel here to look out
for you. I'll be right back. I'm going to bring my car over the curb and
down to the bridge. Cops?"

    "No," we both said in unison.

    "Yeah, I figured. Rommel guard them." he said to the huge dog pointing
to us and took off running out the gate.

    The big canine got up and parked himself between us and the gate
resuming his vigil. Blaze lay on the ground sound asleep, content to just
be close to Jayce.  The black dog had totally disappeared.

    Dr. Newton was known to both of us. He was the sports doctor for all
the school athletic teams. We had both had to see him several times for
physicals. He was young for a doctor and always talked to us like we were
mature thinking individuals. I was still concerned about what we would have
to tell him. He and my dad were good friends. I felt certain he would make
me call him.

    The man had only been gone a few minutes when we both heard a distant
call. Rommel pricked up his ears and stood facing in the direction of the
call.

    "Jaaaaayce...Chaaaaaadd..." it was Bryce's voice coming from the
direction of the bridge.

    "Bryyyyyyce!" Jayce cupped his hands and yelled.

    The two brothers repeated their calls to each other three times getting
closer each time and Bryce along with Pete Roberts burst through the
gateway. They barely had time to look at us in shock at our condition
before the dark haired man showed up.

    In just a few minutes, Jayce had sobbed out the whole horrible tale to
his brother while Bryce held him close. Pete had carefully taken me from
Jayce's lap and sat on the ground cradling me like a baby as I cried along
with Jayce as he related the nightmare.

    "This is the guy that saved us Bryce." Jayce said pointing to the man.

    "No," the man said patting Rommel's head, "This is the guy that saved
them, I'm just trying to put things right."

    Bryce jumped up and hugged the man close, "If there's ever anything I
can do for you just tell me, you don't even have to ask."

    He and Pete both seemed to know the man and Rommel treated them as if
they were well acquainted.

    "Okay Bryce, just help us get Chad and your brother to my car. It's
just up at the bridge. They really need to see the doctor."

    Pete carried me to the car and Bryce and the tall dark haired man
supported Jayce between them. We got to the clinic just minutes after we
left the storage clearing.

    Dr. Newton was waiting on us.  He took us in and had us strip and
disposed of the nasty remains of our clothing minus a few personal
possessions from our pockets with a wrinkle-nosed disgusted look.. He had
Bryce and Pete gently clean us with disinfectant body wipes while he
prepared a surgical steel tray of supplies and instruments talking to our
rescuer. Nobody paid the least bit of attention to the fact that we were
both naked.

    Dr. Newton came to me first, having me lay back flat on the examination
table he inspected my grossly swollen sack.

    "I'm going to have to drain that Chad," he said as I started to feel
faint at the idea of having my scrotum cut open.

    It ended up being a needle with a big reservoir syringe. It didn't hurt
much at all. When he finished draining the clear lightly yellow-orange
fluid, my scrotum was almost back to normal and the pain was down to a very
small background ache like you have an hour after being racked in the
nuts. He told me to wear a jockstrap all the time for the next two weeks
and to put an ice pack in it three times a day for the next two days. Jayce
grinned at me about that, but thank heavens no one saw him.

Then I got a rectal examination. Doc looked like he was gonna cry when he
finished cleaning and checking me out down there. He said I would be okay
in a few days after the swelling went down and not to worry if it hurt to
defecate unless there was any blood. He took blood and an oral swab from
both of us to check for STDs and said he would have the results back
tomorrow. He gave us both tetanus and broad spectrum anti-biotic shots. He
then handed me a pair of scrub pants and a top to put on and I started to
feel more like myself. I did see myself in the mirror and had to admit that
there was less than two square inches of my face that wasn't bruised. Jayce
was right, I looked real bad. Now that my balls were taken care of it
didn't hurt as bad as it looked though.

    Then it was Jayce's turn on the table. Because of the way my best pal
winced when he sat on the table, Dr. Newton had him lay face down and shone
his examination spotlight on Jayce's butthole. He wiped it lightly with one
of the wipes and found traces of blood. He used his gloved finger to probe
across the swollen ring and found a couple of small tears. He got a tube of
anti-biotic ointment from a drawer and applied a generous dollop to the
wrinkly muscle. I was glad for the scrub pants, because for some weird
reason seeing the doctor's finger all over Jayce's hole made me throw a
rod. He gave Jayce the tube and told him to keep some of it on his anus for
the next two days. Then he looked at Jayce's eye.

    "Jayce, that needs to be cut. If I don't release the blood, there's a
good chance that you'll develop a hematoma in your lower eyelid and that
would require surgery under anesthesia."  Dr. Newton told him, "It won't
hurt at all. I'm going to put a local in it. I'll have to close it with a
couple of stitches.  Do you understand son?"

    "Yes sir," Jayce answered with a look of apprehension.

    The doctor had my pal lay down on the table. He put a cover over his
face that left just the eye area exposed and wiped the lower part of
Jayce's eye with an orangey stuff that stained the skin. I saw Dr. Newton
bring a syringe up to the eyelid, keeping it out of view of Jayce's exposed
eye. I winced as the needle went into the eyelid, but Jayce didn't react at
all. The doctor started collecting things for the procedure and told us all
to go out of the room for sterility precautions. We left and stood outside
the closed door waiting to see how Jayce would be. It didn't take fifteen
minutes before the door opened and Jayce was standing there dressed in
scrubs with a patch over his eye.

    "Are you okay?" I asked him.

    "Piece of cake," He said, "Doc Newton wants to talk to us."

    We all went back into the exam room where the doctor was sitting in a
rolling chair filling out paper work on a fold out counter.

    "Both of you boys have seat on the table," He said, "We have to talk."

    Jayce and I sat on the table, Bryce and Pete stood behind us, and the
man that had rescued us stood by the doctor.

    "It's like this fellows," Doc Newton told us, "I don't need to ask what
happened to you. My examination has shown me all I need to know. I'm sorry,
I've known you both your whole lives and I can't think of any reason other
than pure vile wickedness for anyone to treat you so maliciously. I've seen
the lives of good women AND men ruined by this. I'm not going to let that
happen to you, either of you. Boys, you don't have anything to be ashamed
or embarrassed about, but there are a lot of ignorant people in the world
that can't even tell which end of a ladder is up. When these kinds of
people discover something lewd, embarrassing, or personal they end up using
it to hurt people, not intentionally all the time, but through sheer cussed
ignorance and stupidity. Our friend here tells me that you don't want to go
to the authorities. I have to agree. There's no way that this disgusting
thing could be kept private if you do. If a single one of those idiots I'm
talking about found out about it, you two would be wrongfully singled out
and ridiculed. But we have a problem here. The law requires me to report
any assault of this nature as well as contacting your parents because of
your status as minors."

    "Doc," Jayce interrupted, "My dad would call the police first
thing. You can't tell him!"

    "Yeah, I think mine would too," I concurred.

    "Guys," the doctor went on, "I'm absolutely willing to put my medical
license on the line by not calling the police, but for the life of me I
can't see any way to keep your folks out of it. One look at either of you
would set them off like fireworks. I want to help you out, but I don't see
how to keep this assault a secret from them. You're both going to have to
stay home from school for the next week, no football, no physical exertion
of any sort, and lots of bed rest. Don't worry about school, I'll call and
see to that. I'll make sure no questions are asked, but that still leaves
the matter of your families."

    We all looked at Dr. Newton in silence. He was right. The silence
stretched on as each of us contemplated what he had said

    "I think I have an idea," the dark haired man interjected, "I'm not an
advocate of kid's lying to their parents, but I think this situation calls
for a little white lie. Let me talk to Doc for a sec guys, and bring me
that permanent green marker out on the reception desk."

    Jayce, Pete, Bryce and I all walked out and went up front to get the
marker the man asked for.

    "What do you think's up Bryce?" my best pal asked his brother, "This
sucks."

    "Yeah it does Bro, but let's just wait and hear what the two of them
come up with. You're right about Dad though, he's really the best as
parents go, but he is a `by the book' kinda guy," Bryce responded.

    I picked up the marker from the desk and look at it. It was just a
regular old green permanent marker that the staff at the clinic used to
write notices. There were two taped to the desk right there.

    "I wonder what he wants that for," Pete said, "And Chad?"

    "Yeah Pete?" I responded.

    "I'd really like for you and Jayce to give me a description of
those...men," the big lineman said being too nice a guy to use profanity,
"I haven't ever wanted to kill anybody before, but I want to now."

    There was a fire of anger in Pete's voice and eyes that I could so
relate to. The care and concern that he had shown for me amazed me. I
hardly even knew him before today. The only reason I could think of for it
was that Bryce had let him know that I was almost like family to him.

       "Calm down Pete," Bryce said to his friend, "We can't do anything
about it right now. I'm angry too, but I'm more concerned for Chad and my
bro."

    "It's just so... unfair," the varsity all-star said, "They just today
started to find out what loving another guy could be like and a bunch of
deviants go and mess it up for them."

    He then directed his words to me and Jayce, "Don't let those low-lifes
ruin sex and love for you. It can still be the best thing you have
together."

    Jayce and I both were embarrassed by his statement. I thought he had
said more than he really meant to.

    "I tell Pete everything," Bryce said explaining to us, "He's my
lover. Do you guys understand what I mean by that?"

    We looked at each other, at the two older teens, and then back at each
other, and then simultaneously nodded our affirmation. If Bryce and Pete
were..., and Jayce and I were..., I knew now why the senior lineman felt so
close to me. Our brief but intense conversation was interrupted.

    "Hey boys, come on back. I think we have a plan," Doc Newton's voice
came from the hallway.

     All four of us hurried to find out `the plan'. I couldn't think of any
way we could get out of telling our folks, but Doc sure did have a positive
excited sound to his voice.

    "I need all four of you to trust me here," our rescuer said as we
gathered back in the exam room, "We don't have much time if we want to pull
this off. I'll explain as we go. First off, Chad, you and Jayce need to
take your scrubs off and be naked again for just a few minutes. Doc, go
ahead with your call."

    Jayce and I both looked at him puzzled and confused, but when my best
pal started to shuck his two pieces of clothing I did the same and we were
once again bare-assed in a group that didn't even seem to notice. The man
reached and took the marker from where I had set it on the exam table with
the scrubs and took the cap off. He then began to write on my left pec `GO
PIRATES'. When I realized what he was writing, I jerked away from the pen
making the final S a streak across my chest.

    "Do you wanna get our butts kicked again?" I asked him in shock.

    The GHS Pirates were our school's chief rival and competitor. Their
colors were green and black. Our JV team had just shut them out at the
homecoming game this past weekend. Our varsity team had beaten them soundly
too.

    "No Chad," he responded, "If anything, I bet you two are gonna be
treated like super-heroes by your whole school. Here's the story; You and
Jayce were walking his dog and were jumped from out of the dark woods at
the park by a gang of kids. They beat you up and stripped you both,
throwing your cloths in the creek. They held you down and wrote all over
your bodies. I came along with Rommel and drove them off. I called my good
friend Dr. Newton. As I was getting you to my car, Bryce and Pete came
looking for you and joined us. We met Doc here. He's calling your father
right now Jayce. You were the victims of sore-loser revenge from your rival
school. It all happened so fast and in the dark that you can't identify any
of your attackers. There's enough of the truth to make it sound real. Can
you guys carry it off?"

    All four of us agreed whole-heartedly. So we got covered with green
slogans and school initials all over. Bryce and Pete scrubbed us down with
wipes again to make it look like we had tried to remove the offensive
markings and we put our scrubs back on going over the cover story several
times.

    "No Brian, you and Anne stay right where you are. I'll bring the boys
home myself. They are going to be fine. I'll see you in a few
minutes. Bye," Dr. Newton finished his call with Jayce and Bryce's dad.

    "Well, he's upset, but he bought it," Doc said to us, "I hope you boys
know your parts. Let's go. I have to get you home before Brian calls out
the marines."

    Dr. Newton turned off the lights and locked up the clinic as we all
left. The dark haired man, whose name I still didn't know, went to get
Blaze out of his car and brought the excited young animal to us as we were
piling into Doc's four door Mercedes. I felt awkward about asking the man
his name at this late date after all we had been through so I just thanked
him profusely and shook his hand. Jayce followed suit and we were off on
our way to Jayce's house.

    As soon as we pulled in the driveway, the front door opened and Jayce's
mom and dad ran out to the car. They scooped us both out of the back seat
and between hugs (which hurt) and questions looked us both over. Bryce and
Pete took Blaze and let him through the side gate into the backyard. We all
went into the house and sat down in the den. Dr. Newton gave his part of
the story and we gave ours, with interspersed affirmations from Pete and
Bryce. Doc told Mr. and Mrs. Wilcroft to keep us home and resting for the
rest of the week and made his departure amid thanks from all of us.

    Mr. Wilcroft picked up the phone, dialed it and handed it to me.

    "I've already talked to your dad Chad and told him everything Doc
Newton told me when he called. He's waiting to talk to you."

    My dad was noticeably upset, but I finally managed to convince him that
I was okay. He said he was going to call Dr. Newton to confirm it and see
what my condition was from a medical stand point. I spent several minutes
arguing with him about having mom come home and Mrs. Wilcroft asked to
speak to him. I handed her the phone. She told him that we were beat up,
but seemed fine otherwise. She also reassured him that they would take good
care of me and that she would make sure I called my mom. They hung up with
the agreement that she would check in with him regularly through the
week. She handed me the phone and I called my mom. I went through the whole
thing over again with Mrs. Wilcroft ending up talking to her and saying
almost exactly what she had said to my dad.

    "The only thing left to do as I see it is to call the police and report
an assault," Mr. Wilcroft said as his wife set the phone down.

    "I don't see why," Jayce's mom said, relieving all of us, "The boys
already said they couldn't identify anyone. All the police will do is keep
us all up for hours asking pointless questions over and over. The boys have
been through enough tonight, don't you think Brian?"

    "I guess nothing would come of it, so let's get you guys to bed,"
Mr. Wilcroft decided.

    "Dad, you said I could stay at Chad's tonight," Jayce said.

    "Out of the question!" His dad declared, "Both of you will be staying
here in your room."

    "Brian Wilcroft!" Jayce's mom cut in, "Sometimes I think you've
forgotten what it was like being a teenaged boy! You know that regardless
of what we say that they are going to stay awake talking about this for
hours. I say let them all go over to Chad's and have sleep over so they can
regale each other with their macho teen bravado all they want. I'll call
Pete's parents and let them know. I for one have had enough excitement for
one night and am ready for some sleep. I have to meet with the commercial
kitchen sales people in the morning so Bryce I need you to stay home from
school and look after your brother and Chad. Make sure they both get plenty
of rest like the doctor said. At least you won't have to change for bed,
those scrubs make perfect pajamas. I'm afraid you are both going to be very
stiff and sore in the morning. Bryce, you call me if you need to. I don't
care what time it is. Now you and Pete help your brother and Chad over to
his house."

    Mrs. Wilcroft reeled off her decision and no one even thought about
disagreeing. So we found ourselves at my house. I looked at the hanging
clock in the hall and saw it was two minutes before midnight. The whole
avalanche of events had happened in less than five hours.

    We decided that we would all sleep together in my parent's king size
bed. Bryce wasn't going to let either one of us out of his sight until he
was sure we were fine. I saw him talking softly to Pete as I turned on the
bedroom television with the remote and joined Jayce in getting into bed
with moans and groans coming from both of us as the soreness from being
beaten and raped started to set in.

    Bryce stripped down to just his black boxer briefs, climbed onto the
mattress, and got under the covers between us. He put an arm around each of
us and gently pulled us to him in a comforting hug.

    "Don't say anything guys," he said, "Just relax and let me hold
you. You're safe and loved. Just rest now."

    Somehow his words made everything I had been through come home to me
emotionally and I began to cry. I could hear Jayce sobbing on his other
side as Bryce held us and kept telling us how much he loved us and that we
were going to be okay. I must have eventually fallen asleep with my head
nestled on Bryce's chest, because the next thing I was aware of was the
back of a hand softly stroking my jawline.

    "Chad," Pete said softly looking down on me, "I hate to wake you man,
but it's about what Doc Newton said."

    I blinked my tear crusted eyes and rolled to my left with Bryce's arm
still around me. Pete was by the side of the bed and had one of my
jockstraps, a hand towel, and a blue ice pack from our freezer in his other
hand.

    "Oh yeah," I said recalling Doc's instructions, "Thanks Pete."

    "No problem pal," he said, "Here let me help you up."

    Jayce was sound asleep in the crook of Bryce's right arm, and he
carefully pulled his arm out laying Jayce's head tenderly on the pillow
behind him. Bryce sat up more in the bed and helped get me to my feet from
behind while Pete lifted me by my shoulders. My joints felt like they were
made out of wood, they creaked and sent throbs of bruised aching pain
across my body. I groaned and stood up with both older guys supporting me.

    "God I'm sore," I said trying to stretch the aches out of my body and
making it worse.

    "Hey none of that," Pete said tenderly putting my outstretched arms
back to my sides, "I talked to my mother, and in addition to telling me to
stay here, instead of going to school tomorrow, to help Bryce take care of
you guys, she said to make sure you stayed relaxed, in bed, and sleep as
much as possible."

    "She's a charge nurse at the hospital Chad," Bryce clarified from
behind me.

    "Yeah," Pete continued pointing out two glasses of water and a bottle
of pills on the bedside table, "She also said that we could give you
acetaminophen for the pain, but to avoid aspirin in case there might be any
bleeding. And, she's gonna come by here when she gets off her shift in the
morning to check on you and bring a prescription for a stronger pain
reliever she had Doc Newton call in when she talked to him."

    "Oh man, I don't know how to thank you Pete," and tried to hug the big
guy.

    "You can thank me by getting well fast and kickin' butt on the football
field buddy," he told me not trying to hug me back, just supporting my
shoulder with his free hand, "Now let's get you into your jock and ice down
your nads."

    "I gotta pee guys," I said feeling the pressure in my bladder.

    "Me too," Jayce said yawning with an arm stretch that had him groan out
in pain like I had.

    So the two older teens helped us achingly walk to the bathroom, Bryce
supporting me and Pete lending his bigger arm to Jayce. When we got to the
toilet I saw Bryce give Pete a knowing look.

    "I think I can pee by myself guys," I said to them.

    "Okay Chad," Bryce said with a sigh, "I'm not trying to be weird and
watch you pee. Doc told me I needed to check you both to make sure you
didn't have any blood in your urine the next time you had to go."

    "Oh," was all I said and pulled the tie loose on my scrub pants.

    My hurting arms betrayed me and I failed to catch the waist of the
pants as they dropped to my feet.

    "Hey that's okay Chad, you needed to lose `em anyway to get your jock
on," Pete said behind me before I tried to stoop down and retrieve them and
then kidded me with a laugh, "Besides, if I had a butt as nice as yours,
I'd show it off too."

    "You do and you do," Bryce said with a chuckle, "Now let the poor guy
take a leak."

    I let loose and sent a stream into the bowl. Thankfully it was clear
yellow and normal. I finished and shook my dick twice and finger squeezed
the last drop out and moved aside to let Jayce use it. Pete reached over
and flushed the toilet. Jayce paused and didn't step up to take his turn.

    "Uh..., I guess I really didn't need to go after all," he said holding
his crotch.

    Bryce took a look at Pete who looked back at him with a smile. The
older brother then took Jayce's wrist and pulled his hand away from his
crotch to expose a healthy tent in his scrubs. My friend's face turned
three shades of red and he looked up at the ceiling to avoid looking at any
of us.

    "Pete why don't you take Chad back in the bedroom and get him iced
down," Bryce said with a smile, "Jayce might need a few minutes to finish
here."

    "Yeah and that'll take the cause of his problem away too, you mean,"
the big guy said laughing, "Quit blushing Jayce, you don't have any reason
at all to be ashamed of THAT. Come on Chad."

    Pete put his arm around me under my shoulder and helped me back to the
bedroom as my own cock started to inflate from seeing Jayce's boner in his
pants. He took me around the bed back to the side where he had put my jock
and the pack and noticed my half hard-on.

    "Glad to see it's working buddy," he said with a smile, "When I first
started to look at Bryce, all it took was a little bit of his pubic hair
showing above his tight little speedoes at the pool for me to go rock
hard. Still does come to think of it."

    His personal confession did absolutely nothing to stop the flow of
blood to my cock, if anything it made it worse. What he did do was make
sure I wasn't the least bit embarrassed. Bryce had found a really nice guy
to be `special' friends with. Pete got my jock and knelt down in front of
me a little of to the side avoiding my rod that was now sticking straight
out slowly but surely on it's way to my belly.

    "Okay man, step in," he said holding my strap open for me.

   I put my feet through the straps one at a time and Pete stood up pulling
the supporter into place. He ran his hands down the leg straps taking the
twists out of them and pulled the waistband out all the way around to
position it properly around my hips. He then reached over to the bed and
picked up the ice pack and towel. He folded the cloth around the pack and
looked at me.

    "Gotta be done guy," He said to me pulling the side of my pouch open
ignoring my erection, "Besides I'm pretty sure it's gonna take care of your
problem too."

    He reached into my jock pouch, gently lifted my ball sack and slid the
wrapped pack in carefully. He then let my nuts down delicately onto the
cold lump and repositioned my pouch. Sure enough, it didn't take five
seconds before my dick protested the chill coming up from my balls and
began to retreat.

    "Damn that's cold," I exclaimed.

    "Doc says you have to do it pal," Pete said, "It's only three times a
day for two days so just brace yourself for five more times. Bear with it,
if you produce heat down there like I do then it should melt in less than a
half hour and we can take it out. . Now let's get your scrubs back on and
back to bed."

    "Can I leave the scrubs off?" I asked, "It's just us guys and I'm just
gonna have to take them off when we take the pack out anyway."

    "Sure," the senior replied helping me back into bed, "I think you're
gonna be surprised shortly."

    I didn't know what surprise he was talking about, but I already knew
him enough to know it wouldn't be unpleasant so I left it at that. After
Pete got the pillows plumped up and me sitting up comfortably he gave me
two of the pills and a glass of water. I washed them down and handed my new
friend the glass just as Bryce came in helping his little brother back to
the other side of the bed. Pete handed him his pills and he took them in
one gulp. Then Jayce looked at me.

    "Sorry about that in there," he apologized for his erection as Bryce
helped him into bed.

    "It's okay," I said smiling and trying to be honest like Pete, "I've
seen it before and I like it."

    "Way to go Chad," Bryce said as Jayce just stared at me, "The more you
admire each other, the easier it'll be for you. Just be discrete about who
you say things like that around."

    "I get it," I said, "Can we talk Bryce? Not about what happened...,
uh..., you know, like you told me at your house tonight. That's why you
came looking for us isn't? I mean, not to talk, but because we weren't back
here when you came over to talk."

    "Hold on Chad," Bryce said smiling at me, "You're supposed to get some
rest. Are you sure you're up to talking?"

    "I am if Jayce is," I said worried that my best pal and brand new
boyfriend might not be up to it.

    "I not sure what you're talking about Chad, but sure I guess I could
listen," Jayce answered a little confused.

    "My bad," I said, "I never did get a chance to tell you that Bryce
asked me after dinner if he could come over here to talk to us and answer
any questions we had about our..., umm...,"

    "Relationship?" Pete supplied the right word for me.

    "Yeah, relationship," I went with it, "Jayce this is all as new to me
as it is to you and I figure if someone like Bryce who cares about us can
clear up some of my confusion that I should take advantage of it. Don't you
agree? I mean especially after what happened to us tonight."

    "Hold on guys," Pete said, "Let's get bedded down and we'll answer
anything you ask us. Right Bryce?"

    "Yeah, whatever you want to know," the older brother agreed, "Move over
a bit Jayce, I don't think Chad is gonna bite you, at least not tonight."

    So we all got situated. Jayce and I both eased over to the middle of
the big bed next to each other, which was more than fine to both of
us. Bryce got in next to his little bro and put his left arm behind his
neck. Pete took off his shoes and socks, belt, and shirt and started to get
in beside me.

    "Hey what's with the jeans lover?" Bryce asked him, "I know you're not
shy. You'll wake up with itchy crease dents. I don't think Chad or Jayce
will mind if you get comfortable."

    "Bryce, you know how we planned to get together after we saw Chad and
Jayce?" he asked pausing before he got into bed.

    "Yeah, what about it?" Bryce queried his boyfriend.

    "Well I dressed to impress so to speak," Pete said; and then to me,
"Here comes that surprise Chad."

    The big varsity lineman unbuttoned, unzipped, lowered his jeans, and
stepped out of them. He stood beside the bed now in only a navy blue narrow
band jockstrap. . He winked at me and smiled at Bryce whose eyes got big
and focused on Pete completely. He did look good. He had a grown man's
physique with a dark brown treasure trail that led your eyes right to the
white label on his jock. That in turn made you notice his full masculine
package. His balls had to be the size of chicken eggs to fill his pouch the
way they did. You could easily tell he was circumcised because his huge
balls thrust his ample soft cock outward stretching the mesh of the pouch
to outline the head. It was a way better image than anything out of my
International Male catalog.

    "You look..." Bryce said and paused.

    "Hot!" Jayce filled in for his bro.

    "Way hot!" I added.

    "Well thanks guys," Pete responded, "It's always nice to be
appreciated, especially by friends. And Jayce, if you look under the
covers, I'll bet your brother is showing his appreciation better than his
words did."

    "PETE!" Bryce exclaimed as it became his turn to blush.

    We all laughed, and Jayce and I added a few groans in because it hurt
to laugh. Pete climbed into bed and scooted over to put his arm behind my
head mirroring Bryce and Jayce. I put my head on the big guy's shoulder and
reached under the covers for Jayce's hand. I found it slowly stroking his
once again hard cock in his scrubs. He looked at me with his one good eye
to gauge my reaction. I gave him a wink, moved his hand aside, and grabbed
his hard cock in the fabric, not stroking, just holding it firmly. I then
felt Jayce's hand on my crotch. He gave me a one-eyed look of surprise when
he discovered that I was just wearing a jockstrap too. His cock throbbed in
my hand. I knew neither one of us was up to satisfying the other even if
the older guys would let us, but it was intimate and calming in a kinky
sort of way just to hold his hard-on and have him holding mine.

    "So," Bryce said, getting my attention back from Jayce's cock, "What
did you want to talk about Chad? Or did you just have some questions?"

    "I think they're more interested in feeling each other up than in
talking right now Bryce." Pete said, somehow knowing what was going on
under the covers and gave my shoulder a squeeze, "Let `em play. I'm glad
they can after what they went through."

    Jayce and I had snatched our hands away hearing Pete's words, and we
both looked at him slightly stunned. I couldn't believe this honest caring
guy was so accepting of mine and Jayce's sex play. I mean, I knew he and
Bryce had probably done way more than we had, but it was weird considering
how most guys reacted to queer or gay anything.

    "You guys really aren't gonna be able to do anything but make each
other frustrated until your hot jock bodies recover some," Bryce said just
as accepting of our actions as Pete, "I know this is a whole new fun
feel-good experience, but do either one of you think you could even
jack-off right now?"

    "No, I know I can't," I responded with a sigh, "But Jayce's hand just
holding me down there feels like I could..., you know..."

    "Bust a nut?" Pete supplied.

    "Yeah, exactly," I answered.

    "Bryce, do you really think I have hot jock body?" Jayce asked his
brother out of the blue.

    "Bro, Pete and I both think you're so smoking hot that you should leave
burn prints when you walk," Bryce answered, "I'm sure Chad thinks so
too. And he's a hot stud too, with his golden hair, crystal blue eyes, and
tight teen jock build. All the girls in school think he's the best looking
guy in town."

    I knew Jayce was hot, but hearing it from his brother and what he said
about me was just way cool. I also knew from our actions and words that
Jayce and I were both physically attracted to Pete and Bryce. I sensed a
sexual tension in the air that I wasn't aware of before. I'd of bet my
aching balls that every one of us in that bed had a boner at that moment.

    "Guys," Pete said, "I'm gonna be honest with you. Bryce has known for a
while that Jayce had the hots for you Chad, and we've both seen you looking
at him. Don't panic now, it's just something we notice because of how we
are. The term guys like us use is gaydar. It's just being able to pick out
other guys that like guys by noticing little details that other people,
that aren't like us, never take into account. Nobody would ever suspect
either one of you as being gay. We know a lot of other guys that are gay
and most of them aren't stereotypes of any sort. They're just normal except
they are attracted to guys instead of girls."

    "And I really just want to help you both to have an easier time with it
than we did," Bryce continued the explanation, "So I called Pete and told
him everything I knew including the two of you showing up for dinner
smelling like a just used cum sock."

    "And I," Pete picked up the confession with a laugh, "Said I thought it
was great idea. So I agreed to come over and talk to you guys with
Bryce. We decided to be totally up front with both of you."

    "We even agreed to perform sexually in front of you if you wanted to
learn about what we do with each other," Bryce concluded, "So guys, what do
you want to know?"

    "Can we all do it together Bryce? Instead of me and Chad just watching,
I mean," Jayce said looking at me and getting my nod of affirmation, "We
want to."

    The older brother just looked at us without responding.

    "I told you this would happen, Bryce," Pete said, "We all got too much
of a mutual admiration-attraction thing for us to just leave it alone. It's
your deal man, what have you decided?"

    "We'd be breaking a big law and rule Bro," Bryce finally said, "Fuck
man, I've thought about it a lot, but I've never come on to you. Not ever."

    "I wish you had," Jayce said to him, "At least I'd know what to do with
Chad."

    "I'll bet you're doing just fine," his big brother responded, "That
wasn't a failed attempt I smelled on you two tonight. And besides, you both
have to rest, no physical activity of any sort Doc said and you're probably
too tired anyway."

    "Okay Bryce," Jayce said, "I understand, you can quit now. I know you
well enough to know when you're just making excuses."

    "Pete man, help me out here," Bryce implored his lover.

    "Hey, you know how I feel about it," the big jock replied, "Who's gonna
get hurt?"

    "They will," Bryce said point at me and Jayce, "You know what
Dr. Newton said."

    "Bryce, I can think of two things right off the bat we could do for
them that would require no physical activity on their parts at all," Pete
said, "Be honest lover, you've got an incest hang-up eatin' at your mind."

    "So Bryce, you do whatever it is with me and Pete can take Jayce," I
said thinking that I had solved the whole problem as well as being anxious
to find out what two things Pete meant.

    All three heads turned to me. Jayce had a grin like he totally agreed
with me. Bryce and Pete were serious, but the expression on my face must
have gotten to them because they both started to laugh.

      "It's more complicated than that Chad," Bryce said.

    "Bull!" Pete interjected, "Bryce, the taboo about incest is really to
stop people from having deformed babies. You know that. So which one of you
two plans on getting pregnant?"

    "We can't get pregnant, we're both guys," Jayce put in, "And Bro, I'd
never tell anyone about it. But you don't need to worry about fucking, I'm
never gonna do that again and I could never do that to Chad either."

    "See," Pete said to Bryce.

    I saw one tear form in Bryce's left eye as he sat up and faced his
little brother.

    "Listen to me Jayce, and you too Chad," the baseball jock said to us on
the verge of crying, "What happened to you tonight wasn't a sex act. It was
a criminal act of brutality. There was no caring in it, no love, or even
mutual horniness, it was just a goddamn brutal assault. Did either one of
you enjoy it?"

    "No!" Jayce said forcefully and then looked at me.

    I remembered the black dog and how it had felt so good and made me
sorta cum.

    "Uh..., no," I said to join in and hide my shame.

     "Wait a second," Pete said, "You don't sound sure Chad. Be honest with
us. It's the only way we can help you. It's okay if you liked some of
it. There are physical responses guys have to getting something in their
butt that you might not know about."

    "I...,uh..., I didn't like anything those assholes did to us," I
finally managed to say without lying about the dog screwing, "All they did
was hurt us."

    "Okay man," Pete said holding me tighter, "are you sure that's all?"

    "I can't say anything else," I said beginning to cry, "You guys are
gonna hate me."

    "No way! No we won't! Never!" a chorus of three voices responded to me.

    "Tell us Chad," Pete prompted, "No one here is gonna say or do anything
to make you feel bad pal. Just get it off your chest. Shoot, I like the
taste of cum, so I might have liked that a little bit myself."

    "I liked it when the dog fucked me! Okay? Are you satisfied? I'm just a
freak!" I blurted out breaking out in full blown sobs.

    Pete pulled me on top of him in a sheltering hug. It hurt my bruised
body, but the instant response of his embrace calmed my fears and I started
to quit crying. He held me until I was quiet and calm. I could hear Bryce
and Jayce talking, but didn't register all of what they said to each
other. It sounded like a discussion about human anatomy.

    "I can tell you why it felt so good," the big jock whispered in my ear
too quietly for Bryce or Jayce to hear, changing my life again for the
third time that day, "Believe me I know. I let my Husky mount me all the
time."

    "Really?" I whispered back.

    "Cross my heart. I'll let you watch sometime if you want to," he
whispered back, then aloud, "You okay now?"

    "It's all okay Chad. I explained it to Jayce. He understands," Bryce
said reaching across his brother to pat my back gently.

    "Yeah man," Jayce added, "There's like this lump inside your ass that
makes you feel good when it gets pressed. But Bryce, it didn't feel at all
good when those men were...,"

    "What they did was all about themselves," Bryce started to explain as
we all settled back down, "They wanted to, and did, hurt you. They did
everything they could to make you suffer. You'll just have to trust me Bro,
anal sex when done right by somebody that you trust can be incredible."

    "Hey guys?" Pete asked for our attention, "I have an idea. Let's make a
vow to each other that we will always trust and respect each other. I don't
want anything to upset any of us like this has hurt Chad. Let's promise
that we'll always be understanding and keep everything personal between us
a secret. Then we can tell each other anything and not get hurt. Okay?"

    "I'm for that. I promise," Jayce said quickly raising his right hand at
the elbow like swearing before a judge.

    "Yeah, I promise too," Bryce joined him.

    "I promise," I said putting the third hand up.

    "I swear it," Pete said raising his hand.

    "So Bryce are you gonna teach us?" Jayce asked after a moment of
silence.

    "Are you sure you guys don't have any problem with it?" Bryce asked and
was met with silence, "I'll take that as a no then."

    Bryce gave Pete a head and eye signal to go with him and they both went
into the bathroom. We could see the two of them with their heads together
talking so softly we couldn't hear. They nodded yeses to each other and
came back to the bed.

    Pete pulled the covers down, slid my scrub shirt off over my head and
laid me on my back with a couple of pillows under my head. Bryce got his
brother to move right next to me as close as we could be without being on
top of each other. Jayce started to run his fingers up and down the bulge
in my pouch while his older brother untied his scrubs and pulled them off
and removed his loose shirt. I went to reach for Pete's pouch and he put
his hand on my chest and gently pushed me back down on the pillows.

    "Hey none of that," he told me, "You and Jayce just lie there and
relax. Bryce and I are gonna take real good care of you before we have at
each other. That way you'll be able to watch what we do without being too
distracted by your own hard-ons."

    "But when do we get to join in?" Jayce asked.

    "When you're better Bro," Bryce answered laughing, "Pete and I will be
more than happy to just lie back and let you two pay us back then, believe
me."

    "You mind if I borrow that for a few pal?" Pete asked Jayce pointing to
my package.

    "Sure Pete," my boyfriend replied removing his hand and went glassy one
eyed as his brother's mouth swallowed his hard cock to the root in one
devouring gulp.

    "Oh fuck! That feels so good! Suck my dick Bro!," Jayce exclaimed as
Pete took the melted ice pack and towel wrap out of the bottom of my jock
pouch.

    He set them on the bedside table as I watched Bryce's head slide up and
down on his brother's hard fat shaft. Jayce moaned and I could tell by the
sound that his cock was on the verge of filling his brother's mouth with
his thick creamy sperm load. His head came up off the throbbing cock and it
thumped against Jayce's stomach. He looked at his younger brother.

    "Damn it Bryce," Jayce complained, "Why'd you stop man? I was about to
come."

    "I know," Bryce said with a laugh, "But it's too soon Bro. I just got
five mouth strokes on it and you're ready to shoot. Relax and let me take
some time to at least appreciate your fat rod. It's thicker than mine."

    "I know, but yours is longer," Jayce said as Pete pulled my hard cock
out of the side of my jock pouch.

    "And how do you know that?" Bryce asked grabbing his bulge and
squeezing at his brother, "I haven't even taken mine out yet."

    Jayce blushed and didn't say anything.

    "Okay Bro," Bryce said to him, "Fess up or no more blow job from me."

    "Alright man," Jayce said, "I hide in your closet and watch you jack
off sometimes."

    "Well, well, well, I guess mom and dad named you right, Jayce Thomas
Wilcroft," Bryce said teasingly, "They just forgot to put Peeping between
Jayce and Thomas."

    "Don't let him give you a hard time Jayce," I said taking up for my new
lover, "If I had a brother as hot as Bryce, I'd of done it too."

    My defense of my pal came suddenly to a halt as Pete covered my hard
dick with his mouth and slid it into his throat. He stayed mouth impaled on
my rod and his tongue came out to start tickling my still slightly swollen
ball sack.

    "Oh fuck Jayce, ohhhh, you wouldn't believe what, uhhhhh, Pete's doin',
ahhhhh, to me, oooooo," I moaned in ecstacy.

    "I can see it man," my best friend said, "That is so fuckin'
hot. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

    Jayce's comments were curtailed by his brother mimicking Pete's suck
move on him. The two older guys stayed down on our hard cocks tonguing at
our balls for at least five minutes. The two of us moaned our pleasure
until Pete's big hands came up and gently drew our faces together. Then we
were kissing and breathing the sounds of our lust in each other's mouths. I
found myself experiencing another all-time best. I was kissing the guy I
most desired in the whole world while my hard prick was enveloped by a wet
sucking mouth and my balls were being titillated by a flicking tongue. I
felt my nuts drawing up and the electric tingle of impending pleasure began
in my groin. Jayce began breathing faster one breath before I did. We found
ourselves drawing deep breaths through the others passages and our orgasms
hit simultaneously.

    I sent quick blasting shots of my teen nut juice into Pete's sucking
mouth, while Jayce jetted his ball nectar into his brother's. The
gratification didn't end with our climaxes. Bryce and Pete nursed every
drop from our cocks as they withdrew their dick sucking mouths from our
shafts. The two older jocks leaned into our kiss and opened their mouths to
spill the orally collected cum from our orgasms into our open mouths. Then
we were joined in a four way kiss relishing the taste and feel of our gooey
smooth mixed loads sliding across all four tongues until the last of it
disappeared into our hungry mouths. Jayce and my heads fell back onto our
pillows in exhausted fulfillment.

    Bryce and Pete switched sides, being extra careful not to jostle either
one of us and began to lick the sex sweat off our bodies, coming up to kiss
us from time to time. The taste of my own salty perspiration being shared
with me by Bryce's mouth was erotic enough to keep my cock rock hard. I
felt Jayce's hand enclose around my rod and I reached down to take his fat
cock in hand, stroking it in rhythm to his hand on me.

    I looked down to see Bryce and Pete look at each other and wink. They
went back down on our hard members, only this time they bobbed their
sucking mouths on our tools much faster. In hardly any time at all they had
Jayce and I groaning as we both unleashed another sperm load into their
mouths. As I came down from the high of my orgasm, I saw Bryce and Pete
both spit the globs of cum into Pete's cupped open right hand. The white
creamy jizz wad threatened to overflow his palm.

    "Sit up in the bed and watch guys," Bryce said to us with a grin, "This
is what fucking is really about. Don't ever think that what happened to you
is even comparable to what Pete is gonna do to me right now. Just watch and
see how much we like it."

    Bryce moved to the foot of the bed as we sat up fascinated by what was
about to happen. The older brother shucked his tight grey boxer briefs and
got on all fours crosswise on the bed. His ample hard cock thrust up
lasciviously to his abs, jerking in lust every now and then and he spread
his knees apart. Pete came up behind him and poured our captured wads onto
the small of Bryce's muscular back and began to finger stroke it toward his
butt crack. As the big lineman got more of the spew into Bryce's crack, he
took his other hand and smeared his middle finger on that hand in the slick
slimy stuff. He put that finger against Bryce's asshole and started to work
it into the closed muscle ring. It slid into the slimed opening eliciting a
groan from the baseball jock, Then Pete's hands and fingers were all over,
up and down Bryce's ass, he used one finger, then two, and then three to
thrust into the groaning hunk's quivering hole slicking it up with our
sperm.

    "Fuck me Pete," Bryce begged, "I need to have your dick in me
man. Please give it to me. Fuck my hole lover. I want it bad."

    "I love how you want my dick so much Bryce," the big guy said pulling
his cock and enormous balls out of the stretched out mesh pouch of his
jockstrap, "Yeah buddy, I'm gonna fuck you. I'm gonna shoot my load way up
in your hot sexy jock butt so you can squeeze it out and use it to fuck
me."

    Jayce and I watched and listened to the live sex show going on right in
front of us open mouthed and wide eyed with lustful awe. It wasn't that the
two older guys were oblivious to us, but they were so into each other that
it seemed that way. Jayce and I found our just depleted pricks rising as
the sex heated up between the two seniors.

    Pete got between Bryce's leg's and put the head of his cock on the
older brother's hole and exerted pressure until it popped inside causing
Bryce to moan in pleasure. Pete's hard fuck stick slowly slid into the hole
inching it's way in Bryce's guts as the baseball jock squirmed to get it
all in faster. Pete's hands were now on each of the bottom guy's cheeks
preventing him from slamming his ass back on the prick he craved to fuck
him.

    "Quit teasing me and plow me man," Bryce begged.

    "Okay you sexy jock, but sucking those sweet young cocks has me all
worked up, I won't last long," the big guy responded, "So here goes."

    Pete grabbed Bryce's hips and began to hip thrust his cock in and out
of his willing hole. The slather of our cum on Bryce's ass made a wet
slapping sound with each contact of Pete's groin. The cum-lube started to
foam up into a white frothy cream that encircled Bryce's cock filled hole
and hung in Pete's thrusting pubes. The two of them seemed to be in lust
paradise as they reveled in the thrill of their fuck.

    "Squeeze down Bryce, I'm gonna blow," Pete said and began breathing
harder and harder.

    He slammed his prick into Bryce one last time and left it lodged as far
up his hole as he could and shook as his orgasm shot through his body.

    "Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhhhhhhhhhh!" Pete grunted out each shot of his
cum into Bryce and collapsed on his lover's back with a sheen of sweat
glistening across his skin.

    Jayce and I turned to each other, but before either of us could say
anything we were once again compelled to look back at the two older guys by
Bryce's movements. He slid forward under his fucked out friend, letting the
half hard cum wet cock that had just screwed his ass slide out of his used
hole. He then moved out from under Pete, on the side facing us and let the
big guy down face first across the bottom of the bed. He looked back at us
with a grin and raised his ass up at us leaning with his hands on his
lovers back.

    What we saw was Bryce spreading his sloppy wet fuck hole right at
us. His hand came back under between his legs to his hole. His butt cheeks
and thighs tightened up to show the flexed cut of jock toned muscle and
Pete's implanted cum came oozing out the winking hole to land in Bryce's
hand. The hot stud older jock crawled on top of Pete and spread the used
fuck juice into Pete's crack and all over his own seven inch steel hard
cock. He bent his prong down to Pete's butt.

    "Pete that was so fuckin' good! Thanks babe," he said sexily, "Now I'm
gonna fuck you with your own cum. I'm so fuckin' horny for your hole
man. Here it comes."

    Bryce used his knees to spread Pete's thighs and pushed his cum coated
cock into the big jock's ass with one drawn out thrust of his hips. Pete
moaned underneath him and arched his butt up eager for his own ass to be
fucked. Bryce lay down on top of him and wrapped his arms around his
lover's shoulders and began to long dick his ass. He hump fucked the spread
out football lineman at a leisurely pace for several minutes causing the
both of them to moan and groan in fuck lewdness. Then he began bucking
harder into the big guy's upward thrusting ass.

    "Oh fuck Pete," Bryce cried out, "I can't hold off anymore man. You're
fuckhole feels too good. I'm cumminnnnnnnnnnnnng! Ahhhhhh! Oh fuck yeah!"

    The two jocks lay with Bryce panting on top of Pete in a sweaty fuck
heap. I looked at Jayce who nodded to me. We both grabbed our cocks and in
four strokes unloaded splatters of teenage cum on our chests. And Bryce
thought we were too hurt to jack-off. He and Pete had sure overcome
that. All four of us lay still in a post-sex haze of bliss. Pete was the
first one to move.

    He shifted his way from under Bryce and got behind him. He began
digging his tongue in Bryce's ass apparently after whatever drips and
smears of his nut juice remained.

    "Isn't that gross?" Jayce asked, "I mean it just came out of his
asshole."

    "Not at all man," Pete answered rising up from his quietly moaning
lover's butt, "You just make sure your ass is cleaned out before you have
sex. Bryce and I both did that earlier this evening. We'll show you
how. It's usually good for six hours or so."

    "Hey Pete?" I asked shyly, "Could you uh..., I wanna try it. Can I?"

    "Go put your ass in Chad's face Pete," Bryce said getting to his knees
laughing, "The hot jock kid wants to rim your cum fucked hole man. You
gonna turn that down?"

    I don't think I blinked more than twice before I found the senior's
hair lined ass spread open in my face. A dab of clear creamy jizz hung in
the dimple of his pucker. Wet slicks of Bryce's spew coated the crack of
the jock's ass. I was totally entranced. I had never been closer to any
guy's most private place. As I watched mesmerized, the hole flexed open and
a trickle of cum came oozing out. I stuck my tongue out and captured it
before it could run down the hairy taint and disappear into the back of
Pete's repacked jock pouch. It tasted like fresh teen cum. It smelled like
fresh teen cum. There was a mild musk odor in Pete's crack, but the smell
of shit wasn't present at all. When I discovered that, I pushed my mouth
against Pete's anal ring and tried to suck cum out of his hole as I used my
tongue to circle the ring lapping up Bryce's deposits. I felt his pucker
open with my lips and another trickle of cum came dribbling out for me to
savor. My face was moved aside by Jayce, whose tongue joined mine in
licking the lineman's ass clean of jizz. All too soon the seed was gone and
the hair in Pete's crack and around his hole was just damp from our licking
devoid, of the nut juice Jayce and I sought. As we quit with our tongues,
Pete moved away and turned around.

    He leaned forward, took the back of our heads in each hand and pulled
us gently together in a three way kiss. It was sexy, slow, and erotic. I
could tell Pete was indulging in the background taste of Bryce's cum in our
mouths.

    "Thank you guys," he whispered to us breaking off the kiss, "That was
incredible. You learn fast."

    "That's enough for now fellows," Bryce said smiling contentedly at both
of us, "You've got to rest now. Let's get you situated for bed one last
time tonight. And this time you're gonna get some real rest. Who has to
pee?"

    We all did. The older guys helped us to the bathroom and we took turns
relieving out bladders. When we got back to the bed, Jayce stopped Bryce
from putting his boxer briefs back on and declined his scrubs too.

    "I'd wear a strap to bed like Chad and Pete," he said to his brother,
"But I don't have one here and one of Chad's would be too tight on either
of us. Let's just sleep bare bro, I want to feel your naked bodies up
against me all night. Okay?"

    "Okay," Bryce answered setting his underwear within easy reach on the
nightstand, "I don't guess either of you'll be too shocked if I get a
hard-on, will you?"

    We all laughed as we got settled in. Jayce and I fell asleep facing
each other in the middle of the bed, with Pete spooned up behind me and
Bryce behind him. I remember jolting up in a sweat from a nightmare. The
face of the nasty evil man that had orchestrated our rape was wreathed in
flames as a red hot glowing poker came at my ass. I cried out as I shot up
in bed, not from the bad dream, but because of the slash of pain in my
joints and muscles from the sudden movement.

    "It's okay Chad," Pete's voice said gently as he lowered me back down
in bed, "You're safe at home buddy. It's alright, I'm right here. It was
just a bad dream. Bryce and I are right here watching out for you. We
aren't gonna let anything bad happen to you ever again. Relax, just take
some slow deep breaths and relax."

    His words calmed me as his hands softly caressed my body and I drifted
back into sleep. I didn't wake up again until I felt a gentle stroking on
my neck.

    "Chad," Bryce's voice said, "Wake up Chad."

    I opened my eyes. I saw Jayce standing at the side of the bed, with
Pete dressed in just his jeans helping him into the scrubs that Dr. Newton
had provided us with. I drew a gasp of air as the bad events from the
previous night came rushing into my head.

    "It's okay Chad," Bryce said seeing my panic and putting his arms
around me, "See nothing to be afraid of here."

    He sat me up and I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. A slow smile started
to spread across my face as I recalled the educational pleasure the two
older teens had given us. It drove out all the anxiety of the assault from
my mind.

    "I'm ready for another lesson," I said to him, "squeezing my morning
hard-on in my jock."

    Both the seniors broke out in sudden laughter.

    "It's not that funny," I said.

    "Oh yeah it is," Pete said still laughing, "Jayce just said the same
thing word for word when we woke him up."

    Jayce looked over at me sheepishly, "I was gonna wait on you to join
us."

    That got me to laughing, which got Jayce to laughing and we both
tapered off before our two older mentors because it still hurt to laugh so
hard.

    "It's 10:45 Chad," Bryce told me, "Pete's mom will be here in just a
few minutes. We need to be decent when she gets here. I doubt she'd approve
of our sleeping naked with you and my brother. Do you need to pee again?
Jayce already went. I've got another pack ready for your balls too."

    So I got helped to the bathroom again. It was harder this time. My body
had stiffened up completely during my sleep and I asked for another pill to
have some relief from my aches. Bryce told me I couldn't have one because
Mrs. Roberts was bringing a narcotic pain reliever for us to take and he
didn't want to combine the two without permission from her. And the
doorbell rang.

    Pete whipped his shirt on unbuttoned and went to answer the door while
Bryce finished applying my ice pack and getting my scrub pants on me. We
heard Pete and another male voice talking in the entry hall past the
den. The front door shut and in a couple of seconds Pete came back into the
bedroom carrying a large shipping box. It was addressed to Mr. Chad
McMasters & Mr. Jayce Wilcroft with my home address. There wasn't a return
label, just a UPC bar and a string of numbers where it would normally go.

    "The only way you're gonna find out what's in it is to open it," Pete
said after Jayce and I had inspected the outside of the package for several
minutes, "Let me help you out."

    Pete reached in his pants pocket and came up with his keys. He used the
jagged edge of one to slice open the tape sealing the box and stepped
back. Jayce and I reached out and each of us lifted a flap of the box and
then the two inner flaps. The package was full of various items.

    The first things on top were two black Gucci belts with different
buckles, then two two-packs of black CK boxer briefs, followed by two
six-packs of Gold Toe footie socks. Next came a layer of packing paper,
then there were two pairs of acid washed button fly straight leg Levi
jeans, and two brand new letter jackets in our school colors, then two
Atlanta Falcon's jerseys, followed by two shoe boxes containing the latest
Saucony gel sole runners along with a flat box that contained two Atlanta
Braves baseball caps signed on the bill by John Smoltz. We came to the
bottom of the box with a last layer of packing paper. I removed the paper
to reveal a plain white #10 envelope. I took the envelope out and opened it
with all three of the guys looking over my shoulders.

    There was a 3" x 8 ½" piece of white paper inside. On it was a
printer written message;

    Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone
deeply gives you courage.  Lao Tzu

    There wasn't anything else. We all looked at each other puzzled. On
closer inspection of the items we found that one set was exactly my size,
while the other was Jayce's.

    "I bet it's from that guy with the Ireland Killhound that saved us,"
Jayce said.

    "It was an Irish Wolfhound," Pete corrected him, "Whoever sent it sure
has good taste and a lot of money. Those belts are over two hundred dollars
each at Macy's."

    "Who was that guy, Bryce?" I asked, "You and Pete knew him."

    "I don't know his name Chad," Bryce answered, "But he has been on the
side lines with Bulldozer at every homecoming game I've been to. Who is he
Pete?"

    "I don't know his name either," the big offensive guard answered, "But
the coach sure does seem to have a lot of respect for him and we all know
how rare that is."

    The doorbell rang again and at the same time the phone started
ringing. Bryce went to the door this time and Pete answered the bedside
phone. Jayce and I went through our loot one more time and agreed that the
baseball caps were the coolest thing ever. I folded up the strip of paper
with the quote on it and tucked it under the fabric seam in my new cap.

    Bryce came back in with Mrs. Roberts. She was still in her uniform from
work and had a backpack full of medical paraphernalia. She made Jayce and I
sit on the edge of the bed and began a routine alternating back and forth
between the two of us; temperature, blood pressure, eyes, ears, nose, and
throat, reflexes, stethoscope breathing check. She dosed us both with a
pill that she had gotten two prescriptions of, one for each of us and went
over the instructions on how to take them. She talked to her son Pete, who
had just gotten off the phone and took him and Bryce out to her car for the
groceries she had stopped off and bought for all of us. And then she left.

    "Wow Pete, your mom's a whirlwind," Jayce said.

    "Just don't get in her way and do what she told you and everything will
be fine," the big football player said with a laugh, "And that was Coach
Brock on the phone. He said that he had talked to Doc this morning. We're
all excused from school and practice for the rest of the week. He told me
that if I didn't make sure McMasters gets well and `back in the game' that
I would be running laps until ten minutes before graduation."

    And so we were on the path to a speedy recovery. Like all teenage boys,
our bodies bounced back with remarkable alacrity. Two weeks later Jayce and
I had the opportunity to spend the night alone together with my folks both
being gone out of town again. We fucked each other for the first time and
found out that both sides, top and bottom had a way of making your eyes
roll back in your head from just the sheer pleasure of it.

    Another two weeks passed and found us all four at Pete's house for a
sleep-over, once again with parents being gone. Bryce had insisted that
Jayce bring Blaze to play with Scamp, Pete's husky. He and I got
voluntarily dog knotted together for the first time that night while we
sucked off Pete and Bryce. But that's a whole other story.

    Back at school the Monday after that weekend, I opened my regular
school locker to find a plain white envelope that had been inserted through
the vent slits. I opened it and found a newspaper clipping from our local
town paper and another slip of plain white paper with printing on it. The
clipping had a picture at the top of it. It was the face of the cruel evil
bastard that had taken charge of mine and Jayce's assault. I felt a chill
creep up my spine when I recognized the face. I read the article;

The body of Bill Fleck was found this weekend in the isolated woods of
Black Rock Mountain State Park. Fleck had been missing from his night
grounds keeper job at the city park board for several weeks. The state
coroner's office reports the death was due to an attack by a wild animal,
most probably a wolf. Anyone with any information about ...

The clip was cut off there. I looked at the white slip. It said;

    The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do
nothing. E. Burke

    The chill was replaced by shock, which in turn became satisfaction. The
evil bastard wouldn't ever hurt anybody again. I didn't think a wolf had
killed him, but who was I to argue with the state coroner's office. I
closed my locker to go find Jayce. It was lunch period and all four of us
had taken up eating together two or three times a week. I ran into him
outside the cafeteria entrance. He stood there waiting on me with a white
envelope in his hand. I saw Pete and Bryce coming down the hall and each of
them also had an envelope. We met together by the doors and no one said a
word. We ate in silence. Just before time to head back to class, Bryce
looked at all of us.

    "Let's all get together at our house after school," he said, "None of
us have practice today. Chad ride with Pete, meet him at his car after you
get out of PE. Jayce you ride with me. Okay?"

    We all agreed.

    When I met Pete in the parking lot, we got quietly in his car. For the
few blocks to my house we rode in silence. When Pete parked his car in
front of the Wilcroft's house, he took my left hand in his right and looked
at me.

    "Are you okay Chad?" he asked, "How do you feel about this?"

    "I'm glad Pete," I answered, "The son-of-a-bitch deserved to die."

    "Yeah, I kinda feel that way too buddy," he said letting go of my hand
and clasping my shoulder, "Let's go in and see Bryce and Jayce."

    As we were getting out of Pete's car, Doc Newton drove up.

    "I'm glad you boys are here," he said, "Are Bryce and Jayce home?"

    "Yes sir," Pete replied, "Chad and I were just on our way to see them."

    "Good," Doc said, "I need to talk to all of you."

    We went to the door and Pete opened it and all three of us went in.

    "They're expecting us," Pete explained to the doctor as he locked the
door behind us.

    We walked into the den to find the two brothers waiting on us. Before
any of us could begin to talk, Doc started.

    "Guys," he said, "I just got off the phone with a mutual friend of
ours. He's at college, but after reading the newspaper this weekend I felt
like I needed to call him. I want you to know what he told me. He said that
last week he was confronted by the villain that staged the assault on you
two, Chad and Jayce. He was at home in his back yard and the man had a
gun. His dog that you are all familiar with leaped on the man and ripped
his throat out with one bite. Our friend spent some time thinking the
situation over and decided to not call the police. He hauled the cretin's
body to a remote location and dumped it there. He knew he hadn't done
anything wrong to kill the man, but he knew that his pet might well be put
down as a killer dog if he reported the killing as it happened. He did it
to save the life of the creature that most likely saved yours. I just
thought you might want to know since the authorities are asking for any
information about the man."

    We all held our envelopes out to him.

    "Well I'll be damned!" was all he said after looking at them and left
locking the front door behind him.

                                                           ************************

    "And that's the story about my first time with a dog and the events
around it," Chad said finishing up and standing, "Now let's go get some dog
cock!"

    "Hold on just a minute," Feron said, "You left a lot of things
unanswered. Like who was the man?"

    "It was Keith," I answered, "I knew Rommel. He passed away in his sleep
one night three years after we graduated college. He was twelve, which is a
very long life for an Irish Wolfhound. He had gone from dark grey to mostly
white and couldn't move faster than a slow walk. He's buried just over
there past the orchard. There's a marker."

    "I should have known you would have known Rommel Mark," Chad said to
me, "Now come on, I want to get mounted."

    "One more question," I said and then asked, "What about Jayce? Where is
he?"

    Chad looked at me and his face went blank. A single tear welled up in
his right eye and coursed down his cheek. I jumped the two feet distance
between us and wrapped my arms around the sexy anguishing man.

    "It's all right," I said, "Forget I even asked."

    "It's okay Mark," Justin said behind me, "It's hard on him
sometimes. Hell it's hard on me. Jayce and I were in the same unit. I met
Chad when he brought me home with him on a two week leave. He was killed in
Iraq. We were on a routine patrol and he was in the truck in front of
mine. It got hit with an RPG. He died in my arms five minutes later. He was
the best man I've ever known."

    Chad's eyes weren't the only ones welling tears at Justin's revelation.

    "Oh god, I'm so sorry for you Chad," I said rocking him in my arms.

    "Don't feel sorry for me Mark," he said wiping his eyes dry with the
back of his hand, "We had five years of young love together. We became men
together. He died knowing I loved him and I knew he loved me. How many
people can say that? So don't feel sorry for me, feel sorry for all the
poor souls out there that never even come close to having that. Okay?"

    "Okay handsome," I said, "I just wish I had known him."

    "Me too," He said and kissed me.

    With that we were off in a whirlwind of passion and I heard Emery's
voice surrealistically in the background.

    "Oh Fuck!" the short studly gymnast said, "There they go again."

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