Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2010 13:06:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Eric - Part 12

      Chapter Twelve  --  Doomsday Arriving

(If anyone finds this chapter a little long for a single reading, there is
a break at the point where Eric goes into the woods.  That might be close
to a halfway point for stopping.)


Friday finally arrived.  This was the date for the Friday night stag party,
and Yancy and I were to be their special guests.  I had sort of hoped the
world might just end before Friday came.  That way we'd all die together in
some explosion that tore the earth from its orbit and sent us careening
away from the sun into the freezing cold of endless night.  Or else maybe
fall into the sun and burn to a crisp.  But like always for me, no such
luck.  It was Friday and the world was still here.

Because I had a restless night, I slept a little later than usual.  I had
been troubled by a dream of being tortured.  What was so bad that was it
made me totally boned.  When I woke up my nuts ached.  But I remembered
Paul said no sex until after the stag party.  I knew it was going to be a
long day.

The one bright spot was that I was off duty for the day.  I wondered how
Mark and the seafood display at the mall was going to go.  I'm glad
Mr. Penser said he would check it out.  At least he could see for himself
the obstacles facing me yesterday.  Maybe he'd be more understanding of my
situation.

I was still sitting around in my boxers when the phone rang.  It was Turkey
Johnson.  His voice was the smooth voice of a salesman.  It had warmth and
sincerity, just to the right extent needed to make a sale.

"Elwood, I wanted to ask you about someone you might remember.  He's been
giving me a lot of trouble at my job, and I thought asking you about him
might help me understand him better."

"Sure.  But I go by Woody now, not Elwood.  And not Turkey either, so
forget that awful nickname if you want to get any information out of me.  I
really hated that name and the people who used it on me."

I realized most people didn't want high school things to catch up with them
over the years, preferring to let the high school days die with graduation.
"Agreed, Woody."

He said he had some clients over my way and he invited me to join him for
lunch.  "How about the Westgate Mall in the food court, ok?  Say maybe
about noon?"

After my experience yesterday at the Westgate Mall, I wasn't sure I wanted
to go back there anytime soon.  Add to that the fact that Mark and maybe
some of the others might be there still setting up the seafood display, I
almost said no, but instead I agreed.  I wondered how much Turkey would
have changed after 7 years.

I got there a little before noon.  I avoided the corridor that would have
put me down by Mark and Kevin's display area.  Instead I went toward the
sports shops with all the football regalia.  I was surprised to see the
three jocks from yesterday looking at items in one.  They were wearing
muscle shirts to emphasize their biceps, and tight jeans that rode high on
their doublewide asses.  They seemed to be the picture of confidence.  I
figured they hadn't been caught yesterday, and were back to shoplifting
again today.

I stood there looking through the window into the shop watching to see what
they might do.  That might have worked ok, but one glanced up, saw me, and
nudged his two buddies.  They looked my way and suddenly burst out
laughing.  One pumped his arm in the air.  I guess they were in the crowd
that saw me forced into a game of naked keep-away yesterday.  That was
embarrassing.  I went on to the food court, determined to leave the mall by
a different route so I wouldn't come across them again.

I had no trouble recognizing Turkey when I got there.  He was heavier but
still had the athlete's build, the same nondescript hair and foreboding
look that I remembered.  He was dressed in 'work casual': a jacket, light
blue shirt with dark slacks and socks, and loafers that looked expensive.
The increased weight made him seem taller, maybe, and even with his settled
look he seemed more imposing.  He waved when he spotted me, and we went to
choose our food.  Back at the table I got down to business, telling him how
Kevin blamed me for his encounter with Turkey.

Turkey looked at me carefully.  "You wired or something?"

I thought he meant was I excited.  I shook my head.  "No I'm always this
way.  Do I seem hyper or something?"

Turkey frowned.  "I meant are you recording this for someone?"

"No.  Good grief.  I'm asking for help to get free of Kevin."

Turkey relaxed.  "All right.  It's just that his story doesn't really match
what actually happened."

I must have look puzzled, so he said "Kevin's tricky, and from things I
have heard I think his uncle is too.  I just want to be careful about
anything from the past.  In the insurance business, a bad reputation can
ruin you."

  He took a deep breath and began his story.

"This is what really went on.  I found him in the bathroom and decided to
have some fun.  So I said if he would kiss my butt I'd get his clothes and
bring them back in.  He just looked at me in a really weird way, and said
he'd gladly kiss my dick if I'd do it.  I thought he was joking.  I went
and got his clothes.  When I brought them to him, he kneeled down and
started kissing my dick.  No shit.  This 13 year old holding my pecker and
kissing and slobbering all over it.  Then before I could pull away, he
started sucking it.  I swear.  Right there on the second floor boys'
bathroom, he was sucking me."

Then Turkey leaned across and tapped me on the chest.  "Before you get any
ideas, I didn't bone up.  Well not at first.  I mean at first I wondered
what the heck this was all about.  It couldn't be hero worship since I
wasn't a football hero.  I played ball, pretty good too if I do say so
myself, but I wasn't a star.  But after he started sucking really good -
and let me tell you, I am positive he already had had plenty of practice -
I started getting really boned up.  That only encouraged him, and before
long he was licking my balls and licking my dick head, and then sucking
away.  When I was about to shoot, I pulled out and damn if he didn't stuff
it back in his mouth after the first shot actually hit his face.

"When it was over he put on his clothes.  Incidentally, I could see how
hard his little pecker was.  It was tiny anyhow, but when he was hard it
only grew to maybe two inches at the most.  But really hard.  I checked him
out."

"Huh?"  I wondered what made Turkey do that.

"I reached down there and grabbed it in my fingers and he went all woozy on
me like he was going to faint, and then he shot a tiny bit of cum onto my
fingers.  Just like that.  He must have been on edge the whole time."

"I see."  I had the feeling there was more to this, and as he continued I
realized I was right.

"Right then I decided on the craziest move of my life - at least of my life
in high school.  I told him if he wanted that thing to grow, he had to suck
more dick.  Well he just looked at me, and then got a sad expression and
sort of whimpered he didn't have any dicks to suck on, that guys would kill
him if he tried to suck their dicks."  Turkey looked at me with a very smug
grin.  "You remember how it is at that age, they'd rather die than say they
wanted to suck dick or have their dick sucked."

I wanted to hear what would happen next, so I nodded wisely, but I thought
Turkey was full of crap about what 13 year olds did and didn't want.

Turkey continued, "So I pretended to think real deeply, and then like I
suddenly had an idea I said 'Well if you work hard at it, I could let you
suck mine.  But it would take a lot of sucking to make that thing of yours
grow, and with football practice and all I couldn't be doing it more than
say once a day.'

"Man he fell all over himself.  He was so grateful.  He said he'd meet me
wherever I wanted.  I told him it would have to be the gym after practice
on weekdays, and at the old restroom behind the practice field on weekends.

"By now he was dressed, but he fell to his knees again and started sucking
my dick and thanking me.  That gave me ideas for future fun with him."

"Future fun?"

Turkey had warmed to his story.  "Yep.  I realized I could do stuff like
make him crawl up to me and beg before I'd let him suck it.  Those green
eyes looking at me so eagerly.  I swear it would melt your heart or harden
your equipment, depending on your preference.  And every time when he
finished, I would take that hard little thing of his and use two fingers to
squeeze the tip until I got another weak cum out of it.  Every time, Eric.
Once I shot my load, he was ready to shoot his.  Right on the spot.  No
work to get it off.  Just primed and quivering.  But the odd thing is that
the more he blew me, the more I became aware that that little thing of his
actually was growing bigger.

"When I pointed that out to him, he wanted to start blowing me twice a day.
Well, Eric, I had a girlfriend and besides I was getting tired of his blow
jobs even though technically he was getting better.  So I asked him if he
would like a second person that he could blow.  He looked panicked at
first, so I cinched the deal by pretending if he didn't agree, I wouldn't
let him blow me either and then his dick would stay the size it was at
right then.

"Man you've never seen a kid do a faster turn around.  Yes he wanted
another guy, but he didn't want me to quit either.  I knew I really had
him.  Just to be sure, I reached down and unzipped his pants and reached
into his briefs and touched his little pecker.  Now mind you, he wasn't
blowing me at the time.  We were just talking one day after lunch, out
back.  There was no excitement to make it hard except our conversation, but
the second I touched it he got all woozy again, sort of gasping.  And then
as I squeezed with two fingers, I felt his little drops of cum.  So I took
my hand out and held the fingers in front of his lips and told him to suck
this off.  I didn't think he'd do it, but he was so anxious to please me he
started sucking my fingers."

Turkey paused and took some more bites of his food before continuing.  I
was fascinated with his account. I would never have guessed this about
Kevin.  "So you're saying he got dependent on having you squeeze him there
just as much as sucking you?"

"Well I don't know how he felt about it; I'm just judging by the results.
Like when I got a friend, Buford Sasser - did you ever know him?  Nice guy
and a total pussy hound.  Anyway he thought this was hilarious and a good
chance to really get a guy good, so he agreed.  Wherever we were doing it,
and it got so we used the old practice field's facilities most of the time,
one of us would stand outside since neither of us liked being watched while
we had sex.  And that goes for blowjobs too.

"Well what I was trying to say is I had told Sasser about squeezing that
little thing of Kevin's right after shooting your load, and he agreed with
me that Kevin would dribble his cum into his fingers in like maybe 2
seconds.  Course Sasser developed his own technique about that."

"What was that"?" I asked.  This was getting very interesting.

Turkey started to laugh.  "He said he would make him lick up the dribble,
just like I did, but then he'd hold on to that thing and ask him all sorts
of questions about his sex life, about who he liked, about how much he
jacked, about where was the most unusual place he had ever done it.  Sasser
would repeat it to me, and together we built up sort of a biography of
Kevin or maybe like a profile of incriminating evidence.  You know what I
mean, stuff that would embarrass the hell out of him if we ever went around
telling people.  In fact I kind of toyed with the idea of getting Kevin to
a party somewhere and then to start telling people all his little secrets.
But there was too much age difference between us.  I was a senior and he
was 13 and we just didn't attend the same parties."

I wanted to make sure he wasn't lying.  This was just tool great to be
true.  "So you got to do all this and not get caught?"

"Never did.  Maybe it was the location, maybe we got lucky.  When it got to
be spring we came up with a new way to get Kevin.  When he'd show up we'd
make him strip and one of us would carry his clothes out to the road or
else to the top of that hill behind the field, while he was sucking off the
other one.  He wouldn't know which place his clothes would be.  And it was
late afternoon, after school, but the sun was setting later every day so he
wouldn't have any twilight to hide him.

"Actually we would have made him come after dark if there had been any
lights in the bathroom.  But we wanted to see him in action so we always
did it with plenty of light.  And that made his run to the road or to the
hill top that much better.  And if any people, kids from school or whoever,
were around we'd holler after him "Go, Kevin!  Run, dude!" and then we'd
die laughing.  But we found a way to make it better."

"How was that?"  I was getting boned.  I hated the effect this story was
having on me, but it was just so great to hear about.

"We'd put part of his clothes in one spot and part in the other.  So he'd
end up having to go both places.  We wouldn't give him a hint, and usually
we'd make sure he wouldn't get both his pants and his underwear at the same
spot.  Him running up the hill in his little tighty whities trying to find
his pants was a hoot."

"And it ended when you graduated?"

"Yes.  I told Sasser he could continue with Kevin if he wanted, but he's
straight too and he wasn't interested.  We were just having fun at Kevin's
expense.  But at least by the time we were through, his little dick
actually had grown some.  And between the two of us, we guessed Kevin drank
about a gallon of cum.  I mean both of us had big balls and large
ejaculations."

He paused a moment and then said "That's another thing. We called him
'Gobbler' because he gobbled down our cum.  We'd see him in the hall and
move our lips saying 'Gobbler' and he'd look embarrassed.  But we only said
it out loud when we were at the field house restroom.  We'd say 'Here
little Gobbler, come get your medicine.'  We'd laugh our damn heads off
over that."

It sounded like he had finished his story.  That was when I said "Did you
know Kevin might be here today?  He's supposed to be working on a seafood
display project for Saturday."

Turkey's eyes narrowed and he smirked with the thought.  "So you're saying
maybe if we went to see him, that might keep him quiet?"

"If you'd help me, it would be worth a try."

Turkey smiled.  "Gobbler."  He put his hands together.  "Yes, Gobbler might
actually want to gobble some more.  After all, it's been seven years."

We got up.  I was boned but I had my hand in my pocket.  I glanced over at
Turkey but I couldn't tell for sure if he was getting that way too.

"Down this hall."

We saw them before they saw us.  Kevin and Rico were getting the
refrigerator displays cleaned and operational.  Kevin was off to one side
setting some posters up.  I wondered if Penser was around, but I didn't see
him.

"Hey, Gobbler!" I called out.  Kevin froze, then turned in my direction,
his face red with anger.  His green eyes blazed.  He pushed his dark hair
back out of his face.  That was when he saw Turkey.  It was priceless.

Turkey was standing beside me, smiling broadly.

"Hi Kevin.  It's been a while, hasn't it?"

He started to walk over, his hand outstretched.

Kevin started backing up, moving further into the room. He was shaking his
head from side to side so rapidly it was the most definite 'no' I've ever
seen.

"Stay away" he said.

Rico looked up, puzzled as to what this was all about.  Turkey was enjoying
his moment.

"Come on, Kevin.  You used to be so glad to see me..."

Kevin kept saying no and holding up his hands as if to ward off an attack.

"Sure, Kevin, it's been a while.  But that doesn't mean we aren't still the
same friends we used to be.  I bet you'd like something to eat right now,
wouldn't you?"  He moved his hand suggestively toward the fly on his
trousers.

Finally Kevin found his voice, or at least enough of it to say something
more than no.  "Woody, where did you -"

"Where did I come from?  Eric looked me up.  When he told me what you and
your friends have been doing to him, I just had to come over."

At that point, Kevin looked at me wild eyed.  In desperation he said "Eric,
I'm sorry.  Get him away."

Rico came over by Kevin.  "What's up, Kev?  Shall we throw these guys out?"

Turkey just grinned.  "Yes and I can show people some really great pictures
of Kevin when he was 13.  He had a real hobby that he certainly enjoyed
back then.  He couldn't get enough of it.  Has he told you about it?"

Kevin was desperate.  He was standing on one foot and then the other, like
he couldn't keep still.

"Keep away from me, Woody.  I mean it."

Turkey stopped, and began to turn around like he was leaving.  "Well sure,
if that's what you really want.  And I'll send you copies of your pictures
and then maybe also post them somewhere for your friends to see."  I
wondered if he really would walk away like that.

"Wait."  Kevin sounded scared.  "Wait.  Let's talk."

Mark had stopped work as well and now he stood by Rico watching the scene
being played out before him.

Turkey turned back and came over to Kevin.  Putting a hand on his shoulder
- and I saw Kevin cringe - he said "Come on out to my car.  You and Eric
and I can settle things.  OK?"

Kevin looked up at him.  "Does Eric have to come too?"

Turkey nodded.  "You've been so interested in Eric recently, you wouldn't
want him to miss seeing you in action, would you?"

"Woody, man, not that.  Not with Eric.  Anybody but him.  Don't-"

I wondered what Mark and Rico thought of all this.  Certainly a whole lot
was being implied without actually being spelled out.  Turkey was guiding
Kevin out while he still was begging.

As Turkey leaned close to him, I heard him say "Don't make a scene in the
mall, Kevin.  Have the balls to take what's coming without wimping out."

We passed those three high school jocks, who stopped and looked at us.
They seemed amused but only nudged each other.  One was carrying a gym bag
and I wondered what store stuff they had hidden it in.  Another had a
plastic bag from the hardware store with some rope hanging out.  I guess
they at least had bought that.  Then one pointed at me and made an
exaggerated gesture like he was holding a long dick in his hands and was
having trouble lifting it.  The others collapsed laughing.

That's why I hate being nude.  My dick length is something I can't control.
And whenever I've been nude it always brings on jokes and comments and
sneers.  In light of that, it might seem odd that I made such a stupid bet
with Kevin last Friday about running around the bases naked, but I was so
sure we were going to win.  If my team hadn't let me down, it would have
been him running the bases and I wouldn't be in the bad spot I am today.

Out in the parking lot, Turkey pointed to a big sleek dark green car with
tinted windows.

"That's mine over there.  Come on."

Kevin walked like a condemned man, his feet just mechanically moving him
along.

When we got to the car, Turkey opened the passenger side door and told
Kevin to get in, then told me to get in the back seat.  I was surprised at
how much room there was in it.  He came around and got in the driver's
side, then looked back at me.

"I think you'll enjoy this, Eric."  Then looking at Kevin he asked, "Where
shall we leave your clothes this time?"  Before Kevin could even begin to
answer, he went on "I always liked the sight of your bare butt high tailing
it up the hill.  But I think you did well by the road, too, as I recall.  I
think the cars honking at you sort of inspired you.  It gave that extra
tingle that really set your little dick off."  Turning to me he said "When
it was over that little thing of his would be totally hard.  He said he
couldn't help it, but before our times together ended he said he would jack
off remembering that."  Then back to Kevin he asked, "Does it still remind
you of those times when you jack off?"

Kevin had his head in his heads, slumping against the back of the seat.
"Don't do this."

"You haven't answered my question."

"What?"  Then he caught himself and said "Oh that.  About jacking.  No,
because once I discovered girls my high school years remained very normal."

"Still want a taste of me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Take off your clothes and give them to Eric."

"Here in the parking lot?"

"The windows are tinted.  No one will see you...until you get out and start
streaking for your clothes, that is."

"I'm not sure they are tinted enough."

"Stay taking your clothes off, Kevin.  As I recall, you were always eager
to get out of them when you knew I was going to let you suck me off."

"That's not-"

"Oh yes, it's true.  After practice, you'd be hanging around the gym door
waiting for team showers to be finished.  Some guys used to kid me about
that.  They'd refer to you as my 'little buddy.'  Ha!  Little did they
know."

Kevin raised his head.  His eyes were damp but I'm sure he'd deny he was
about to cry.  He reached over and tugged on Turkey's shoulder, almost like
a little kid would do.  I began to see their relationship in a different
light.

"Start taking them off, Kevin.  If you don't, we'll drive out in the
country, strip you, and drive back here with your clothes.  I don't think
you want that to happen."

Kevin sniffled loudly, and began reluctantly pulling his shirt.  But after
a moment he stopped.  He had pulled his T up halfway so that his nipples
were showing.

Turkey turned and looked back at me.  "Want to take him to your place?  I
want you to see how good he sucks dick, or at least how good he used to
be."

"I ain't that good any more.  I've never sucked dick since then, and never
even wanted to."

"I find that hard to believe."

"Woody, it's the truth."

"Well we'll see.  Anyhow a few refresher lessons will get you back up to
speed.  You can suck Eric for starters."

That amazed me.  Worse still, I started getting hard just imagining Kevin
having to do that.

Looking toward the mall, Kevin pleaded "I'm supposed to be back in there."

"That's not my problem, Kevin.  Now keep stripping or things will get a
whole lot worse."

"Don't make me strip."  His voice was almost a sob.  "If I have to suck
your dick, then I guess I'll just have to.  But don't make me do it naked."

"Kevin, you always loved doing it naked.  You used to say that was almost
the best part of it."

Wow!  I was in the midst of a damn epiphany!  I was learning stuff I would
never have believed could happen.

"Woody, why are you doing this to me?"

"Well after I heard about all the things you and your buddies have been
doing to Eric, I realized it was time for you and me to relive the old
days.  I want Eric to see what the guy who's been persecuting him is really
like.  And I'm even going to tell him why you're begging me now not to make
you take your clothes off."

Kevin looked up now.  "Huh?  Why do you think I would want to get out of
undressing.  Anybody in a car in a public parking lot probably would not
want to strip down."

"Right, Kevin, but in your case that's not the whole reason.  It's
something far more devastating than that."

I sat like I was hypnotized.  This drama was unfolding right in front of me
and I was hard as hell.  The damn thing wanted to fight its way out of my
pants.  I was so horned I could hardly stand it.

"What do you think this so called reason is?"  Kevin was getting riled now.

"All right then, Kevin, just remember you asked for it."  Turning to me he
said "Kevin's totally boned now.  He always got that way when he knew I was
going to let him suck me off.  He lived for that hot juice and my hot tool
in his mouth.  Kevin's been boned since the moment back in the mall there
when I put my hand on his shoulder.  My touch used to run through him like
electricity."

"That's not true!"  Kevin sounded defiant.

"All right, Kevin, prove it."

"Huh?"

"Pull down your pants and underwear and let Eric see for himself."

Kevin looked trapped.  "Um...Woody, don't make me do that."

"You want to go to the old practice field like we used to do?  Plenty of
good spots to put your clothes while you're sucking me off.  I bet Eric'd
enjoy watching you running buck naked up to the top of the hill to try and
find your stuff."  He reached down and turned on the ignition.  "That's
what we'll do then.  Let's see if the old restroom still smells the same."

"No!" Kevin squealed.  "I'm pulling them down now.  Please Woody.  Give me
a chance."

Woody turned the engine off and shot me a grin.  "Ok but hurry up.  I want
Eric to see what you've got down there."  After a pause, he asked "Remember
how you used to beg me for it?  You really loved my dick.  And you
swallowed every bit of my cum."  He laughed gently.  "Those were the days."

My mind was remembering how he had said he could reach down there and give
Kevin's little thing a two finger squeeze and he'd cum.  I wondered if he
was going to do that now.

"Ok" Kevin said and turned to face me over the seat back.

Woody said "You'd better lean forward, Eric, to get the best view."

I pulled myself forward and leaned down to see.  Kevin's dick was very
hard, and it had grown tremendously since our long ago bathroom episode.
It was a very normal hard length now, with dark pubes framing it nicely.
The head looked good too.  As I watched, Woody reached over and took the
tip of that erection in the tips of his fingers, and Kevin let out a moan.

"Don't cum on my car seats!" Woody snapped.

"It's not...like...that" Kevin said amid gasps of what seemed to be either
shame or pleasure.  "After all this time, I didn't think I would react the
same way."

Woody nodded.  "Ok so now you can hand Eric your clothes.  Here's what I
think we'll do.  While you suck me off, Eric will go back behind the mall
where there's a grove of trees between here and the interstate, and find a
good spot to hide your clothes.  Hopefully he'll get them close enough to
the road that some folks can get a good look at you as you run around
hunting them."

The tip of Kevin's dick was still in Woody's fingers, and Kevin was making
little movements that showed something was going on down there.  It gave me
some pleasure to see him going through stuff just like he made me go
through.

I couldn't resist.  "How're you liking that, Kevin?" I asked, reaching over
to pat him on the butt.  His butt felt good to the touch.  I realized I was
becoming attracted to his body - not to him, certainly - but to his body.
In the past week I had begun to learn that there are certain butt skin
types just like there are certain dick skin types and certain chest types.

Kevin didn't answer, but gave me a scared look like he didn't want to make
any enemies at this point.

Woody looked back at me.  "Tell you what, Eric.  Go ahead now and find
places for his clothes.  Not all together, hopefully with his underwear and
pants as far apart as possible, to keep them off him until then.  If he
does like he used to do, his dick will stay hard until long after he's
dressed again.  Right Kevin?"

Kevin didn't answer.

"When he's finished with doing me, I'll turn him loose on his scavenger
hunt.  When he's dressed and back here, I'll let him suck you too.  It's
the least he can do after all he's done to you."

I thought about tonight being the stag party and I remembered Paul's
warning about sexual activity before then.  Plus I had already broken the
rule last night with Yancy.  But now we were only about seven hours away
from the thing tonight.

"Um...Woody, maybe I better pass for now.  I have something important
tonight-"

"Hot date?"

"Something like that," I grinned.

"So you want to save your load until then?  You're passing up a mighty good
mouth, you know that don't you?"

Kevin was totally boned even though Woody had let go of his dick.  I nodded
and reached over and patted Kevin on the butt.  I knew he would hate that.
"I know.  Maybe Kevin will give me a rain check."

"I'll give you some pictures to use for ammunition - ones we'll be taking
in just a minute while you go hide his clothes."

Kevin looked pissed, so that sounded really good to me.  Then he said:

"I'll pull around back now.  You hop out when we stop and get started in
the woods.  I'll send him on to you once he's swallowed my load.  That'll
be a treat, won't it, Kevin?"

Kevin said nothing.  Woody reached over, took his chin in one hand, and
lifted his face, forcing him to look at him directly.

"Won't it, Kevin?"

I could tell Kevin really hated to answer that, but finally he grudgingly
said yes.

We pulled around back and I opened the door to get out.  I couldn't resist
one final jab.  "Do a good job, Kevin.  Make me proud of you."  He gave me
what looked like a silent snarl, and I patted him on the butt (again!) and
got out, his clothes held tightly against my chest.  That was going to be a
ball.



The woods began almost the moment the paved area back of the mall stopped.
There were a few water oaks but mostly pines.  The woods got thick right
away, plus there were tall weeds and volunteer things that would give his
legs some trouble.  Taller ones might even brush his dick.  For the trees
themselves, the nice thing about southern pines is they have a lot of sap,
and if you're naked and jumping to get your clothes off a branch, it can
get sticky and maybe even sore.

I wanted to have a good time watching him hunting buck naked, especially if
Woody proved right that Kevin stayed boned for a while afterward.  I found
a good spot under a bush for his shoes, and tossed his shirt high on a
branch.  I wanted him to be able to see it, since the sap would make him
really hate trying to climb the tree.  I could imagine his dread,
especially if he hadn't found his trousers or briefs by that time.  He
would be desperate to have something anything to cover himself, but he
wouldn't want to try that sticky climb.  I imagine pine sap on your dick
would be hard to get off, and if you were still totally boned...

For his briefs, I saw a puddle still left from last night's rain.  I
dropped them in it, letting them get not only wet but muddy.  THey'd be too
soggy for him to put on.

Finally after looking at several good spots, I hid his trousers in a hard
clay area where they were several fire ant mounds.  Those red ants can
sting like crazy and make really painful welts.  I put them between two of
the biggest mounds.  I didn't do anything to get the ants started, but I
wondered if he'd step into an ant hill trying to get to them.  If he was in
a rush, he probably wouldn't be careful.

Just then, I heard voices coming in my direction.  They sounded like teen
agers, but there was a certain macho tone in their voices.

"Man I couldn't believe you kept them so busy buying that damn useless
rope, they never saw us lifting stuff."

"Well hell, Jacob, that's the secret of getting away with things."

Then suddenly they came out of the woods right in front of me.

There was a general reaction all around.  They remembered me of course and
I remembered them.

"What's up?" one of them asked.  They stood there, not sure if they had
been caught.

Then the dark haired one said "Who's trousers are those by the ant hills?"

"It's sort of a hazing.  It's an initiation, and somebody's going to come
this way soon looking for them."

"And what do you do when that happens?"

"I let him get them.  The secret is to find them, that's all," I didn't
know why I was explaining this to them, but somehow the situation seemed a
little dangerous.  They were big for their ages, upcoming high school
seniors probably, and football players obviously.

"What's the guy wearing while he looks for them?"

I grinned.  "Nothing."

They grinned back.

"Just like you yesterday."

They all laughed.  I started to go, but one of them had gotten behind me.

"We liked your show yesterday."

"Thanks."

"We'd like to se it again."

"Sorry, that was a one time deal."

The one behind me grabbed my wrists while the other two tackled me.  Soon I
was down on the ground with my wrists held high while they pulled off my
shirt.  The pants and underwear came next, and then they tied my hands
behind me with the rope one of them had bought.

"See, Isaac, I told you buying the rope was going to be worth it."

Isaac was busy staring at my dick, which kind of unnerved me.  I wasn't
hard any more, but I had leaked a little with all the stuff about Kevin,
and I knew it wouldn't take much to get me hard again.

"Stand up" the dark haired one called Miles said.

I got to my feet.  It took a little effort with my hands tied behind me and
me lying flat on the ground.

"Shake that thing" Isaac said.

"My hands are tied" I explained.

That made him mad.  He had pale skin and lifeless dishwater hair.  "That's
not what I meant, asshole.  I meant for you to shake that thing so I can
see it swing.  I liked that yesterday."

The others agreed.  One got behind me and popped me on the butt with
something.  I guess it was a steel tool they had shoplifted.

"You heard Isaac" he said.

The dark haired one, Miles, grinned.  "Way to go, Jacob.  Pop that butt
with the wrench.  Let's see how high he can jump.  That ought to make that
hose of his swing."

"Jumping jacks" Isaac said.  He was right in front of me now.  His eyes had
a sort of yellow look, as washed out as his hair and skin.  Jacob popped my
butt again, harder.  It hurt.

"Better get started" Miles said.  "You'll have a damn sore butt if you
don't.  Right Jacob?"

In response Jacob swatted my butt again.  I jumped and Isaac grabbed my
dick.

"That's the biggest pee slit I ever saw."

"So you go around checking that out with guys?" I asked.

That was a mistake.  The other two laughed, but Isaac's face flushed red
and the yellow eyes gleamed like an animal.

What he would have done in retaliation, I don't know.  All this stuff was
like my childhood adventure daydreams were becoming real.  It was
embarrassing how it turned me on.

But that was the moment when Kevin dashed out of the woods, his dick hard
and bouncing.  He looked as surprised to see us as we did to see him.

"Hey!" Miles shouted, "you're that guy from yesterday!"

"Yeah" Jacob said from behind me.  "Maybe they can play that game again."

"What the fuck?" Kevin said.  He was trying to hide his erection, but that
was a lost cause.  "What's going on here?"

"Well dude, we could ask you the same.  If you're looking for your clothes,
this guy has been hiding them.  Now what's with you and that bone of yours?
Don't you know if you tripped, it could break?"

Kevin frowned back, then looked at me.  "Why are your hands tied?"

"Do you want to put some clothes on?" Miles asked him.

Since I didn't answer, Kevin decided to take Miles up on his offer.  "Yes,
do you know where they are?"

"Well your pants are over there by those big ant hills.  But there's no
need getting those red ants all over you.  I'd say you could take his
clothes and run.  He's not going to be needing them anytime soon."  He
pointed to my clothes piled nearby.

Jacob nudged my butt crack with the wrench.  "Miles, we've got two now.
Don't you think we could have a lot more fun with two than one?"

Miles suddenly grabbed Kevin's hands, holding them behind his back.
"Anybody got a rubber?  Let's sheath this thing and see what he can do with
it."

Kevin started twisting, but apparently his sexual servicing of Woody had
exhausted him for the moment.

"Yeah" Isaac said, coming suddenly to life and for the moment forgetting
about my dick.  "I ain't never seen two guys fuck before.  Let's see what
he can do with our big-dicked boy over here."  Isaac couldn't seem to wait
for the action.

"Well then somebody hand me a piece of that damned rope.  I don't want to
stand here having to hold him all day."

Kevin's erection was still hard as hell.  I figured the only way out of
this was to run, no matter what embarrassment it might cause if other
people found me.  But as I turned, Jacob stuck out his foot and I stumbled,
falling forward.  I couldn't protect myself from the fall, but at least my
dick wasn't in the shape Kevin's was, so mainly I hurt my face.

"Let him stay there," Miles said, looking down at me.  "At least that way
he can't try to run again." Turning to Kevin he asked, "Do you want to fuck
him lying down like he is now, or standing up, or bent over or what?"

Kevin looked totally baffled.  "What?"

Miles stood in front of him.  "I said - hey!" and he caught himself as he
sniffed.  "Your breath smells like cum.  And your tongue still has some on
it.  What the hell do you guys do?  Play stripped keep away and suck dick
and run naked in the woods?"

Kevin's hands were tied behind him now.  "I just need to get my clothes.
Somebody's waiting for me."

"Well he'll just have to wait.  And I figure it must be a he, seeing what
you guys do for fun."  Miles sounded bitter. "This town is getting full of
fags these days."

"I'm not a fag" Kevin said.  "I'm not gay."

"Then how do you explain a mouth full of cum and a bone that won't go
down."

"It's not what it seems."

"Well," Miles said triumphantly, "we'll put it to the test.  We'll have a
fucking contest and see how well you do.  Now do you want to fuck him lying
on the ground, or leaning over or what?  There's lots of ways to fuck."

"You ought to know all about fucking guys, the way you act" I said.  I got
a kick in my side from him for that.

Isaac now was fascinated with Kevin's erection.  He kept standing in front
of him looking.  I would almost say drooling since he kept nervously
licking his lips.

"Don't do this guys.  This is really something bad."  I hoped I could talk
them out of it.

"Not for us it ain't" Jacob said.  With his Mediterranean features and
shining skin, he might almost have stepped out of a porn movie.

"Who's got a rubber?" Miles asked.

"I do" Jacob said, pulling a small packet of contraceptives from his
pocket.

Miles turned to Kevin again.  I was actually begging them to stop, but
Isaac grabbed my dick and pulled.  That shut me up for a little bit.

"So how do you want to have him?  Want him to lean over?"

Kevin finally came to life.  "You'd have to untie my hands.  I'd fall down
otherwise."

"Nice try, fella.  You're staying tied until this is over.  How about if
you lie down on the ground and we'll line him up and get him to do squats
on your bone.  Sound good?"

Kevin didn't answer right away.  But Isaac got in front of him and started
rolling that damn condom down the length of his dick.  He took his own
sweet time doing it, too.  He even hummed to himself while he did it.

"There we go" he said when it was finally on.  Kevin gasped.  His dick
began to bounce and I was hopeful he would shoot off right then and save me
from this thing that was about to happen.

But even though he shook himself from side to side, nothing happen in the
cum department.  Then something else happened.  I looked at Kevin and he
looked at me.  I shook my head and he did likewise.  It was like we were
both telling each other this was not something we wanted.

Miles spoke up.  "Listen up 'dick-fella'," he said to me, "we need you to
suck on his tool so it'll go in easier.  Nobody's got any lube and you
aren't gonna find any here in the woods.  So to keep from really tearing
you a new hole, you kneel down and let him slide his sheath into your
mouth.  Get it good and sloppy.  Use all the saliva you've got going in
you."

That gave me one last chance.  If I could suck good enough, Kevin might
fire off and we'd be saved.

I did what I was told.  I knelt and they pushed Kevin over.  I opened my
mouth and his sheath began sliding in.  His had grown a lot since that day
in the school bathroom.  It was probably about 6 inches or almost that, and
fortunately for me it was slender.  That would make it easier and less
painful going up my butt.  I lavished it with my tongue, and at the same
time I tried to get a really tight hold with my lips and sucked like I was
going to drain him dry.

Looking up, I saw his eyes suddenly open wide.  I could feel a vibration
and I pushed hard with my tongue.  He gave me a look that let me know he
was ready to fire off.  I worked harder.  Then it happened.  The thing
swelled in my mouth, Kevin got caught up in the frenzy and pushed forward,
and I tried not to gag.  But now even these three dumb jocks realized Kevin
was cuming.

"Grab him!  Get him out of there!" Miles shouted.

But it was too late.  They did pull him out, but you could see the cum
splattering the sack at the tip of the condom.  Kevin was really shooting a
big load.  His knees began vibrating and I thought he would fall down.  One
of them steadied him.

"Easy fella.  We'll give you a minute to rest and we can go back to letting
you have a nice butt to fuck the hell out of."

Jacob looked at them.  "Well if you want a new condom, it's not going to be
one of mine.  I have enough trouble buying them as it is."

Miles laughed.  "Naw, we'll use the same one, He'll enjoy the slippery
feeling inside it when we push that hole down on it."

They laid Kevin on his back.  I hoped his dick would go down but for some
reason it was still totally hard.

"It looks like he doesn't need to rest up after that cum.  Let's position
this one over it, and get him to working while the other one's still hard."
Miles was totally in charge.

They grabbed me while I begged them not to do this.  They were so carried
away they didn't seem to care.

Jacob took the wrench and shoved it into my butt crack hard, pushing me
along.  "If that dick won't go up him, then this wrench sure will" he
laughed, giving it another shove.  If he pushed harder there could be real
trouble for me.  Like all metal tools, it wasn't totally smooth.  I could
feel rough spots that could really tear me up inside.  I shuddered.

"Hey" Isaac said, "can't we let this one just lean over and the other
one'll fuck him?  That sounds like a lot more fun.  I mean if he just
pushed himself up and down on that dick, that's not really a lot to watch.
With my phone, I can get better videos with them standing."

Jacob stopped pushing me while Miles considered the idea.  Miles was the
biggest of the trio, probably a linebacker, and the others seemed to offer
their ideas for his approval.  He frowned, then said "We could try it.  But
we'd have to guide his dick into that hole.  Neither of them can hold on to
anything with their hands tied."

Isaac grabbed some of the rope.  "We could tie them together.  That'd be
neat!  Get that dick up the hole, then tie them around the waist and then
tie a second rope halfway up the back."

Miles grinned broadly. "Yeah.  They wouldn't have much room to pump cock,
but if they jiggled and hopped around a little, I bet they could do the
job."  Looking at Kevin and myself, he asked "What do you guys think of
that?  Think you could do a good show for us?"

The word 'show' reminded me of what was coming up tonight.  I shook my
head.

"Just let us go" Kevin said.

Miles started measuring off some of the rope.  "Naw.  We couldn't do that.
When would we ever have an opportunity like this again?  Can you tell me
that?"

He looked like he actually expected an answer.  Jacob pushed me forward,
then pulled my head and shoulders down.

"Keep those legs spread wide" Miles said.  "You'll need balance and your
hole will get a lot less torn up if it's pretty well open already."

The others snickered.  I glanced sideways and saw Isaac already had a big
bulge in his pants.  Plus he kept adjusting himself down there like he was
getting turned on.

They pushed Kevin behind me, and then someone was holding his dick and
trying to line it up with my hole.  He and I were basically the same
height, so it wasn't going to take much time before I would be feeling the
thrust.

"Once it's in there, start tying them together, good and snug."  Miles
enjoyed his power.

"Stop right there!" a voice behind me said.

I heard them gasp and suddenly they were backing away.  I looked up and
turned.  Woody 'Turkey' Johnson was standing there.  He had a gun.  It was
pointed at them.

>From the expression on their faces, they were ready to run.

"I'll give you ten seconds to start running.  Don't look back.  Just be
glad I won't be holding you until the police arrive."

Turkey meant business.  I wondered how he happened to have a gun on him.  I
would find out afterward he had a permit and carried it in a shoulder
holster.  His insurance calls took him to remote and often barely
accessible areas, and he felt like he needed protection.  When we didn't
come back, he went looking for us.

The three jocks got out of there so fast they didn't even take their gym
bag with the stolen tools in it.

Woody untied Kevin and then me.  We rubbed our wrists.  Mine had marks from
the rope where I was struggling to free myself.  Kevin's dick was still
stiff.

Turkey have a little laugh.  "I must have really turned you on, Kevin.  You
might need to do something to get that thing down."

I looked at his dick.  Before last Friday night I don't think I had ever
deliberately stared at another's guy's dick, especially not one rock hard.
Now it just seemed like an interesting thing to do.  Whatever had changed
me, I knew it was going to make my future different from anything I had
ever imagined.

"I'll get your pants, Kevin.  I know where the fire ant mounds are, and I
can pull them out without disturbing the ants."

"Thanks," he said as I walked carefully into the ant area.  I got them
without any trouble, and carried them back to him.  I realized as I
continued to watch that bone of his, he was looking at my dick, which was
hanging sort of half hard.

"Damn" he said as I handed his trousers to him.

"What?"

"That thing of yours.  I was right.  It really is obscene."

I began pulling my clothes back on.

Turkey spoke up.  "Obscene?  Don't knock a good thing when you see it,
Kevin."

Kevin frowned at him.  "What do you mean?"

"It's a money maker.  A thing like that can always attract a good crowd."

Kevin had pulled his pants on by now.  His dick pushed against the leg,
trying to lift its way out.  "Well it's sure done that a couple of times
this week."

Kevin could never be gracious about anything.  He couldn't say thank you,
or any words along that line.

"I'll show you where your shirt and shoes and socks are" I told him,
starting out.  "Your underwear is a total loss.  I threw it in a mud
puddle. It'll be too dirty and wet for you to put back on."

Turkey grinned. "That's a shame because if that thing of his doesn't go
down soon, he's going to need all the protective covering he can get."

Kevin grumbled but didn't object.

As we walked along, Turkey put his hand on Kevin's shoulder.  "Watch this,
Eric.  Kevin will get even harder in a minute."

Kevin tried to shake the hand off his shoulder.

"Kevin."

Kevin turned and looked at him.  "What?"

"You know what."

Kevin was getting angry.  It showed in his voice.  "No I don't know what."

We stood there.  For just an instant nothing happened.  Then Turkey started
unzipping his trousers.

"Come to poppa.  Come and get it."

Kevin started shaking.  I thought he was having a seizure.  Then he said
"No...No...  Please Woody, don't make me do that again.  I just did it in
your car."

"Yes and you are still hard.  I'm not making you do it.  You and I know
that the moment you see it, you can't resist it."

Well when I saw that, I knew I had my freedom.  Never again would he be
able to pull anything on me.  I now knew stuff about him he would never
want anybody to know.

I interrupted them.  "Kevin's shirt is in that pine tree, and his shoes and
socks are under a bush right beside it.  I'm going to go.  Thanks for all
your help, Woody."

Turkey smiled and nodded.

"See you tonight, Eric."

"Huh?"  How did he know about that?  Was he a member of that group?

"Yes" he said to my unspoken question.  "See you there.  Like I said, that
thing of yours is a real crowd pleaser."

I started through the woods.  Just as I was about to be out of sight, I
looked back.  Turkey had that thing of his out, and Kevin was kneeling in
front of him.  Turkey glanced up, saw me, and waved farewell.

                    (End of Chapter Twelve)

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