Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2011 08:06:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Eric  -  Part 14

                Chapter Fourteen  -  White Lightning

(Eric Tucker, 20, has just finished a stag night show he was forced to do,
along with his friend Yancy.  Driving home he got a brief call from Yancy,
who was offered a job at Bockstrop's Pharmacy.  He hung up before Eric
could warn him of the job's dangers.  Now he finds Yancy's friend Patrick
waiting to visit for the weekend.)

I looked at him, standing there on my porch in the dim light from the
street.  Tall, freckled, red headed, with his hair messed up like he had
tried to comb it with his hands.

"You're Patrick?"

"Yep," he grinned, "that's me."  He stuck out his hand and we shook.  Then
he asked "Did you hurt yourself?"

"Huh?"  I didn't know what he meant.

"I watched you crossing the yard and coming up the stairs.  You were
walking funny."

Yeah, I thought, I've got a hundred dollar bill stuffed up my butt.

"No, maybe it was accidental.  Come on in."  I unlocked the door and led
him into the living room.  He had a gym bag with him.  It looked crammed
full and made me wonder how long he planned to stay.

"When does Yancy get here?"

I clicked on the lights.  "He just called.  He may not make it tonight.
Something unexpected came up."

He looked around the room.

"Nice place you got here" he observed with a sense of envy.  From what
Yancy had told me, he still lived at home.

"Thanks.  You want to wash up or something?  I'll show you where the
bathroom is."

"That'd be nice.  It was dusty and hot on that bus.  There was a lunch
break in some small town where the bus stayed for nearly an hour."

I clicked on the light in the bathroom and as I stepped aside to let him
in, I saw he had already unzipped his tight jeans, pulling them down almost
to his knees.

"Gotta take a piss and let this thing get some air. It don't like being
cooped up down there."

His dick was impressive, even more so as he sort of waved it.  It was
uncut, freckled, nicely set off by bushy red pubes, and he was obviously
proud of it.  I didn't know if I'd ever seen a freckled dick before.  He
pulled the foreskin back and readied himself.  As I looked at it I realized
I had him for size in that department, but it was still an impressive
length as it slung around in his fingers.

He peed a mighty stream.  He must have been holding back all the way on his
trip.  I smiled inwardly.  Eighteen year olds tend to always suspect
they're going to be molested in public bathrooms when they are out of town.

When he was through, he cleared the head, shaking it and moving the
foreskin back and forth until he was satisfied.  Then he pulled the skin
back again and turned to me.  The head was again fully exposed.

"Ever see anything as good as that?"

"Not only have I seen it, I've got it."

"Let me see," he said as if he doubted me.

I whipped my circumcised dick out.  He was impressed.

"I bet Yancy went crazy over that thing."

I frowned at him.  That wasn't a very tactful thing to say about his friend
who had invited him to come and visit.

"What exactly do you mean by that?"

Anybody else would have sensed right away he had made a mistake.  But not
Patrick.  He just plowed ahead.

"Well Eric am I right?  I mean he told me all about you.  But when he said
what size dick you had, I figured he just got a little carried away."  He
grinned proudly.  "You know Yancy, he likes big stuff."

I wondered how many days I was supposed to put up with this guy.  I also
made a mental note to quit looking at people's dicks so much.  Once I got
my promotion and left, I didn't want to get off on the wrong foot at some
new store.

I decided to change the topic.  "I need to get a shower...really bad.  I
was working and got all sweaty.  You want to help yourself to what's in the
fridge?"

"Got sweaty, huh?" he said with a smirk.  "Would that happen to be in the
big show you and Yancy were putting on tonight?"

I cringed.  Why would Yancy have told him about that?  "Well you seem to
know about it, so yes.  But for now it's not something I want to talk
about."

"No problem, man.  You get your shower, and I'll just open this two liter
bottle of Coke I brought, and with the help of your ice cubes we'll have
something cool when you get out."

I started stripping down.  He kept watching me.  "You're still moving
funny" he said.  "Did you get kicked in the butt at that stag thing?"

I started to frown, but decided since he was my guest I'd let it pass.

Then he asked "You and Yancy done the deed for real yet?"

I looked up sharply.  His face was over-eager, and almost leering.  I
pretended I didn't hear him.  I closed the bathroom door and started the
shower.

When I got out, toweled off, and pull a fresh pair of boxers on, he was
sitting on the sofa, buck naked with his legs spread, munching on some
crackers and a can of Vienna sausages I had in the pantry.  Two glasses of
Coke heavy with ice cubes sat on the coffee table.  He waved me over like
he was the host in his house, and not the other way around.

"I like to stay naked when I can" he said, gesturing toward my boxers.
"It's sexually healthier.  But," and here he cleared his throat, "if you're
all that modest, suit yourself."

"Gee thanks" I replied sarcastically.  "That's mighty generous of you."

He seemed to take it at face value.  "No problem.  But you'd do better to
try a little sexual health once in a while.  Of course if you're ashamed of
your body or -" and he paused at that point, "or ashamed of that monster
you lug around between your legs, then..."

"Damn, Patrick, it sounds like you think you're running the show around
here."

That remark obviously surprised him.  "No Eric.  Just relax.  Would you
want a bathrobe to fully cover yourself?"

I hate sarcasm, especially from someone younger than me.  I was tired and
that really irked me.  I pulled off my boxers and say down beside him.  He
shoved the sausages and crackers over to me.  I took a deep swig of the
Coke and began to relax.  I realized I was hungry and the crackers tasted
good.

After a few moments, Patrick stretched and looked over.  He had such white
skin with red freckles and that fierce red bush.  There was a light dusting
of red hair on his arms and legs, but his pits were as full as his bush.
His grey eyes were set off to perfection in that freckled face.  The lips
were thin and it was obvious he had to shave pretty regularly.  He grinned
as he kept looking at me.  "So you know about Patrick and me, huh?"

"He's told me some stuff.  He's really looking forward to you being here
for a visit."

Patrick kept looking down at my dick.  I glanced over at his, and saw he
was getting hard.  That seemed weird.

Still looking at my dick, and casually moving his hand down to touch his
own, he said "Yancy services me.  He's good at that.  I haven't had anybody
to really help me that way since he's been gone.  I can tell you I've
missed it."

He touched his dick even more - nothing specific just fingers moving across
it as it moved on its own.  Then he asked, "Does he service you too?"

The head hadn't moved out of the foreskin, but it obviously wanted to peep
out and take a look.

I shook my head, trying to force my eyes away from his emerging erection.

Patrick looked over, saw me move my eyes away, and smirked.

"You're circumcised and I'm not.  So like what's with that?"

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I felt like I needed to reply if for no
other reason than to cut the sexual tension that was building.

"My dad was cut, and I guess he wanted me to be like him."

"I meant you were watching my dick like you hadn't seen one before."

I turned beet red.  "I really don't go around looking at dicks."

"Well you could have fooled me" Patrick replied.

"I haven't seen a lot of uncircumcised dicks before, or at least none
getting hard like your is."

"That happens to me when I go too long without getting relief.  I guess he
told you I won't jerk myself off."

"Well if I needed relief, no matter what my religious beliefs were, I'd
sure take things in hand and do something about it."

"You want to help me out here?" he asked, suddenly moving closer.  His body
was giving off heat like a dog in August.

"Suck you off?  No."

"How about this?  Just slide my foreskin back.  You've never played with a
foreskin, have you."  He made it sound like a statement rather than a
question.

His dick was something to see.  The bottom half was rising, but the top
sort of curved over like it was looking out while the shaft was pointing
up.  The excess skin on the head was slowly opening even though the head
wasn't outside yet.

"Come on, Eric.  Just see what it feels like.  Reach over and slide the
foreskin back."

He reached across and took my hand, guiding it to its target.  I began to
feel like I was in a dream.  I had a warm glow in my stomach.  That
suddenly raised my suspicions.

"Did you put something in my Coke?"

"Our Cokes" he corrected me.  "Just a little bit of white lightning.  The
way it's brewed over my way, it's so smooth you never know you're drinking
alcohol until your stomach starts to warm up."

Before I could say anything, my fingers were touching his foreskin.  He
took his own hand away, leaving mine touching him.

"Now slide it.  Do it slow. Treat it well and it'll be your friend for
life."

It was a funny feeling.  I slid it back and the head came out.  It seemed
so untouched compared to mine.  I couldn't resist the temptation to razz
him a little.

"It looks like it hasn't had any action for a long time.  Check mine out.
Talk about a lot of action and well used, that's mine."

"I don't go around touching guys' dicks" he said.

DAMN!  I could have slugged him.  Suddenly the buzz was gone.  I grabbed my
hand away from his dick, which stood proud and fierce pointing upward from
between his legs.  As if in response, he flexed his dick muscles and the
thin bobbed up and down for a moment.

"See, it likes you?  Why don't you touch it again?"

"Patrick, I told YOU to check MY dick out.  If you want to have a place to
stay, I'd suggest you do that real damn soon."

With that he burst out laughing.  "Gotcha, Eric!  I was just putting you
on.  Now why don't you relax?"

He took another drink of his Coke and I did likewise.

With that he half rose, facing me and moving even closer.  His dick was
almost touching my body.  I don't know why his dick fascinated me so much.
The foreskin was flared back; now the head and its piss lips seemed even
bigger.

"I'll touch the head of yours now, Eric.  But being cut, you won't feel
near the sensations that I do.  Inside my foreskin, I'm protected from the
world.  Nothing chaffs mine like underwear does yours.  Even in a
jockstrap, yours is getting rubbed while mine stays tight and out of sight.
Do you know that by the time you were 18, yours was already a middle aged
dick?  And that's just the wear and tear from clothes...and from jacking
off.  But mine is still fresh...like a virgin."

He reached down and gently took my dick, which was getting very hard, and
touched the head.  I thought it felt great.  Except for things done to me
this past week, no guy had ever touched my dick before.  And girls don't
understand dicks so they don't know how to jack you...at least Rita sure
didn't.

I just lay there a minute, feeling my dick getting harder and feeling the
glow in my stomach from the white lightning.

Patrick watched my face and saw I was starting to sweat.

"Damn that white lightning sure gets to you, doesn't it?"

I nodded.

"Do you like what I'm doing?"

I was sure if I admitted that I did, he'd want me to service him the way
Yancy had done.  But reluctantly I nodded.

"Good" he said, taking his hand away.  His dick, the head straining in its
new found freedom, poked against my side as he moved.  I wished I could
quit looking at it.

He brought his face up to mine, blocking my view of his dick.  He was so
close we could have kissed.  Yancy was the only guy who had ever kissed me.
Patrick's thin lips were very close.  He let the tip of his tongue edge
out.

I let out a heavy sign.  Patrick grinned, jumped up, and said "Let me pour
some more of that lightning and Coke in our glasses."

He went to the kitchen, and I called after him "There some chips and
pretzels in the cabinet."

"Gotcha" he said.  I watched his butt as he went out.  It wasn't a skinny
butt but it wasn't fully round like mine.  Still it looked good on him.
Maybe different butts look better on different people.

He obviously hurried.  He came back, carrying the bags of chips and
pretzels in either hand, his bone dancing ahead of him, eager to get
back...to me.

DAMN!  I must be getting drunk.  I never thought weird stuff like that
before.  And I never would have thought I could enjoy all this so much.

He sat back down beside me on the sofa. He had refilled out glasses with
Coke after adding more of the hard stuff from a flask he had in his bag.

"Want to see how my equipment works?" he asked, turning to me with a bleary
grin.

"I thought I already did that."

"Try the foreskin some more.  And feel the heat in my dick and then compare
it to my balls."

"You're generating heat from your body as it is.  Does white lightning
cause that?"

"I've always generated a lot of heat.  I don't know why.  Yancy used to
love it.  No mater how long he made me wait before he'd service me, he
liked to hold me afterward, bury his face in my chest, and finally snuggle
slowly down and lie in my crotch, happy as a lark."

I realized I was gently playing with his dick while he spoke.  It was
responding to my touch, and I was bringing my head closer to it.  I knew I
must be drunk.

Patrick took another swig of his Coke.  "I'll tell you seething interesting
while you two make friends down there.

"After Yancy moved away, I thought I'd go crazy.  He could keep my urges
under control, but after a week I knew I'd start masturbating like crazy if
I couldn't find an outlet, and I was determined I wouldn't ever go back to
beating my meat again.

"Then I remember this guy from my church.  We were in the same church class
on sex, and I remember how he had looked so worried when we were told about
the sin of Onanism and about not spilling our seed on the ground.  We both
played basketball at the same park when school was out for the summer.

"So I looked him up, became friends with him, and got him over to my house
for a chat.  My folks were gone to work and my brothers weren't around.  I
asked him how things were going on the sex question, and he literally
groaned.  He was as bad off as I was.  We both had to have an outlet.

"Well I knew if I was going to drag him into my trap, we'd need the right
setting.  So I suggested we make a pact that if either of us wanted to jack
off, we'd talk to the other one first.  We'd each keep the other in
control.  And then I said 'Let's make a pact.  We'll sit down with no
clothes on, so we'll each know we're talking about sex only to help the
other, not to get off on it.'"

Patrick reached over and put his hand on my shoulder.  His voice got low
like we were in a conspiracy together.  It felt good.  I was getting sort
of hypnotized by the sound of him anyway.

"I knew if I could get him naked and onto the subject of sex, he'd bone up
right away.  So we got naked and sat side by side on my bed.  He didn't
know about Yancy and how that had been giving me good relief.  I acted like
I had been struggling for months.  Then I asked him how he had lasted this
long.  That's when he started spilling the beans.

"He had tried humping the pillow, and screwing the mattress.  But it was
hard work, and it just plain wasn't satisfying.  If you can't wrap your
hand around that thing and really take off with it, there's no real
satisfaction.  He admitted that some nights he had almost cried he wanted
it so bad.  That's when he tried the internet and the chat rooms.  And he
discovered something interesting."

"What was that?" I asked.  I was having trouble forming words, but he
seemed to understand.

"He was sitting there beside me, and he had started boning up the minute we
got naked, and he said he had discovered spanking."

"What?"  I knew now I must be drunk.

"That's right.  Before I could ask him anything more, he threw himself
across my legs, raising his butt high, and asked me to spank him."

"No shit."

"Yes, shit.  He wanted that.  He said he paid the paper boy to try it on
him, since the boy sort of hero worshipped him and he gave the kid five
bucks.  He said he got hard as hell the minute the kid started, and when he
spunked he shot more stuff than he ever had before."

Patrick moved closer to me, excited with his story.

"So then I knew I had him.  The way he lay across my legs, his bone was
actually pressing down on my leg, and my dick was pushed up against his
body.  But before I started in, I made him promise he would help me out
too.  Then I put my hand on that white butt of his."  He paused and took a
deep breath.  We might be getting drunk, but he was also clearly lost in
the memory of that moment.

"He almost shot off just from my hand on his butt.  Then as I slid it over
those round cheeks, he whispered 'Make me hurt.  Make me turn red.'  So I
started in, slapping those butt cheeks like they were prime rib.  Then when
I figured he was getting close, I stopped.  He looked back up at me with a
puzzled look, and I told him I had to rest my hand a minute.  Then I
remembered a ping pong paddle in my closet from the old days.

"I had to stand up to go get it, and I saw he was looking at my dick with
healthy interest.  I wondered if I could con him into blowing me even if I
didn't blow him.  I put my hand in a curved motion like I was going to
stroke my dick, and I asked him 'Isn't it hell when you can't touch it?
Isn't it hell when it's your own dick and your own hand and you're not
supposed to use it?'

"His eyes almost went out of focus, and I could see precum on that hard
pole of his.  I was holding the paddle walking back to him.  I told him to
stand up a minute.  He didn't know why, but I wanted to enjoy the picture.
His cheeks were already red, but they were about to get a lot redder.  I
walked up to him with the paddle held out flat, and before he knew what was
happening I put it under that bone of his and gave a couple of pats.  I
thought he was going to shoot off on the spot.  I've never seen a guy
vibrate that bad without having a seizure or something.  Then I reversed
the paddle.  The flat surface had been on top, but now it was the rough
dappled side and I knew he would go crazy when I brought it up to that
steel erection.  That bone of his was pointing slightly higher than the
horizon.  When I gave it a couple of flips, like tossing a pancake, he
almost fell down.

"He started gasping, saying 'I can't take it but I've got to have more.  Do
it man, I'm so overheated I can't stand it.  I've got to get some relief!'
So I picked up speed and he shot off all over the place. Damn it was like a
hose or something just spraying everywhere.  Then when he came down from
it, we talked about doing each other that way."

The white lightning had really hit me now.  I started getting into a
confidential mood.  We were close together, so I said, real quiet and
secret-like, "Patrick, I'll tell you why I walked funny.  I've got a
hundred dollar bill rolled tight and shoved up my butt."

After he got over the surprise, although it didn't take all that long since
he was as buzzed as I was, he said "They have a gadget in the emergency
room that they stick up your butt and it opens it up, and they can pull it
out."

"I don't want to do that" I said.  "I just don't think I could go through
that."

Patrick thought for a minute, and took another swig from his glass.  "I
reckon I could try to get it out for you.  I'd be willing to take a look up
there, if you want me to."

I wasn't too sure of all this, but I wanted relief and I didn't want any
doctors or hospitals.

"That'd be mighty good if you would."

Patrick gave me a squint-eyed look.  "What do I get in return?"

"I already told you I won't suck you off."

Patrick looked impatient.  "I know that.  That's what Yancy's for.  Me and
him have a thing going for that...what I need you for is tonight.  I want
you to get me off with either a paddle -" he stopped at that point.

He shook his head like he was trying to clear his brain.  I felt like I
needed to clear mine too.  "Never mind, I can tell you later.  For now
let's look at that butt.  Roll over on your stomach and spread your legs
wide."

I sprawled across the sofa, feeling a little like a frog as I spread my
knees as wide as I could and then brought my feet so the heels touched each
other.

"Now let me climb in there and see what I can see."

He started spreading my cheeks.  I could feel his breath on my crack.  Then
he told me to help him hold my cheeks apart.  It might have been quite a
sight, with both of us spreading my ass crack as far as possible.

"Neat rosebud you've got there."

I could feel his fingers probing, then making a tentative entry.  I
flinched and hissed through my teeth.  That got a negative response out of
him.

"Eric, if I'm going to take something out, I've got to get in there to get
it."

I knew that, but it didn't make it any easier.  Then he tried to distract
me by talking about my butt while his fingers probed at my hole.

"That's a very smackable ass, Eric.  I've known guys with a butt like that,
and other guys would always want to slap it.  It was like they'd look at
that butt and it would make them mad because it looked so good, and they
knew real guys don't get off on other guys' butts.  But they couldn't help
themselves and they'd have to whack it.  Maybe only pop it with a towel in
the dressing room, but in some way they'd have to do something to that
butt."

I shifted a little, because lying on my dick I was getting an odd charge
out of him playing with me back there.

"Don't you dare fart on me, Eric.  I mean that.  I've practically got my
nose up your ass trying to get at that thing, so you better behave."

I knew he wasn't able to get it out.  But I was getting so high off that
lightning, I didn't really care.  Plus now I was sort of starting to bone
up a little.  That's when I started to giggle.

"Hey Patrick, you know what?"

"I'm busy, Eric."

"Well after you mentioned farting, it got me to thinking that maybe I am
about to fart.  And it'll be a big one Patrick.  Just for you."

I giggle some more.  I could feel him pulling back.  Finally he popped me
on the butt, real hard, and got up.

"I'm through trying that.  Come on in the bathroom and let's try an enema.
You got anything for an enema?"

"Yeah," I said, turning onto my side before standing up.  At this stage I
didn't care if I was starting to get hard.  Then I looked at him standing
beside the sofa.  He was totally boned.  I giggled again.

"Does my butt get you all hard and horny, Patrick?  You like my butt?
Maybe you can get yourself off playing with it."

He really got mad.  "Damn you, Eric, you're drunk!  If you can't hold your
liquor, you should have told me!"

"Well you didn't tell me about the white lightning until after I started
drinking it."

"Just come along and I'll try an enema on you."

When I stood, I was dizzy for a second.  He reached out and steadied me.
His bone poked against me.

"Don't poke me with your bone, man."

He didn't answer.  He led me down the hall to my own bathroom, and I showed
him where the enema bag - the one from Bockstrop's Pharmacy - was hung.

"Damn" he said drunkenly, "you've got a shit full of nozzles for the thing.
Do you play with your ass or something?"

"Not really.  Just give me the bag and I'll get to work."

He started shaking his head.

"No way, man.  I'm an expert and I know this stuff up and down."

I remembered how the guys at work had tried to force me to take an enema
every day.  "I've had some experience" I said.

But he held on, shaking himself and making his bone dance all over the
place.  The tubing started slipping out of his hands and wound itself
around the tip of his dick.

He looked down at it.

"Huh."

"Right, Patrick.  Maybe you can lasso your bone and jerk yourself off that
way.  It'll meet the criteria, no jacking."

He turned and started running hot water in the basin, putting a bar of soap
in.  When he got it nice and foamy, he put the bag in, submerged it, and
then held it up.

"About halfway.  Well the faucet will take it the rest of the way."

After a little, he turned to me.

"Bend over."

I wanted to use it on myself, but Patrick was far too grabby.  Finally he
leaned me over the tub, with my ass high, and began slowly inserting the
nozzle while he held the bag in the air.  I had tried to show him where
there was a hook the bag would attach to, but that didn't do any good.  He
was ready to get started.

"Insertie, insertie" he said.  I think he chose the longest nozzle.  It was
also the thickest.  Then like magic the hot water began flowing into me,
up, up the chute and on its way.  While it was going in, Patrick leaned
across my back and I could feel his bone rubbing on me.

"Ahhh" he said, and slowly moved in a fucking motion.  His other arm now
encircled my waist, drawing him tight against me, giving his bone a hot
blend of bodies to thrust against.

"Cut it out!" I told him.  I had had enough of guys using me for their own
needs lately.  That was when I felt his hand on my dick, and I realized he
had withdrawn the enema tube.  I squeezed my butt tight.

His voice was husky, almost whispery.  "Calm down, Eric.  Enjoy that stuff
in you.  It's got to stay inside a little while.  We need it to get that
money out of you.  Doing this with that monster of yours will help pass the
time and take your mind off things."

My dick was certainly responding to him.  He had a good tight grip just
below the tip of the head, but his index finger could wiggled across the
head and roil the piss slit.  I squeezed my butt tight as the sensation of
his hand work took effect.

"Damn that thing gets long when it gets hard" Patrick breathed, humping my
back while he talked.  "Damn thick dong you've got there.  I bet it shoots
a big load too, right?"

I know it was the white lightning, but he really had me turned on.  And his
bone was the hardest thing I'd ever felt against my rib.  He and I were
both panting.  Then I realized I needed to use the toilet.

"Got to dump this load in the pot, man.  I can't hold it in any longer."

He didn't want to release me, he was too close to cuming, pouring his seed
across my back, and having too much fun with my dick.  He made an anguished
sound, then slowly let me go.  As I turned and sat down on the seat, he
stepped back into the doorway, avoiding any expected smell.

I realized his dick was now absolutely straight up against his stomach.
Mine only got at like a 45 degree angle.  It had stopped that 'up against
the stomach' crap when I was about 14.  But his was rigid, and not only
rigid but trembling.  Maybe he was going to shoot just standing there.
When he spoke his voice was ragged.

"Well...I can say for sure you'll never be able to claim your shit don't
smell."

My bowels were dumping their load as fast as I could get it out.  But my
eyes were fixed on Patrick.  I realized how much I had changed or come out
in this past week when I realized I was eagerly awaiting that freckled
uncut bone to start firing any second.  The head was totally out and the
foreskin had disappeared somewhere down the length of it.  Uncut guys
seemed to have their own way of jacking I suppose.

But as I watched in suspense, he stopped his quivering and said in what was
a blend of agony and despair, "Damn.  Double damn.  Oh shit."  Then in a
tone that was almost a sob, he said "I can't take this any more.  There's
got to be an answer."

For myself, my own great load had now been dumped.  Instinctively I started
to reach for the toilet paper to wipe myself.  Then I realized I didn't
want anything more in that toilet bowl until I got my hundred dollar bill
out.  I stood up and looked down in it.  It was a mess.

"Well for a hundred dollars I can reach down into anything" I said to
Patrick.  "Especially since it's my own crap."

Patrick waved an arm.  "Wait!" he gasp, trying to get his emotions level
again.  "I've got something in my backpack."

He disappeared for a moment then was back with a small net, the kind you
use when you have a fish tank and need to get the fish out to clean it.

"Use this to see if you can spot it and pull it out."

I took it from him, noticing his erection was still full force.  For an
instant I remembered the feeling of playing with that foreskin earlier,
watching with interest as the head came out.  I guess maybe its true that
uncut guys have more fun.  But it's too late now for me to have any regrets
about that.

"Do you see it?" Patrick asked.

"Not sure yet."

"That's because you've been staring at my dick.  I suspected from the first
that you weren't the Mister Perfect All Man guy Yancy seemed to think."

"Well for somebody who has to beg guys to help him get off, I don't think
you're in any position to be talking."

"Yeah but your dick is still hard and every time you look at mine, yours
sort of waves at it."

"Go to hell, Patrick.  I need to get my money out of here."

"Then I guess you could say your money's really gone down the toilet,
right?"

I was in no mood for jokes.  Some of the buzz of the drinks had worn off,
maybe emptied out with the enema.  I took the fish scoop and trolled it in
the water.  If my money hadn't come out, then we would have to go through
all this again, and I might still end up going to the emergency room to get
it removed.  It had been up in me for so long now I couldn't tell if I
still felt it inside or not.

Then Patrick was by my side, his warm body next to mine.  He reached over
for the net.

"Let me try.  If you keep stirring the water some may begin to go out the
bottom.  Here, let me get behind you and reach down while you look."

He was a little unsteady on his feet, and he leaned over me and began
exploring.  I could feel his bone pressing against my back.

"Don't drop the net" I warned him.

"I won't unless you buck back at me or jerk suddenly."

He was trolling carefully, but also slowly humping my spine as he leaned
past me.  Then suddenly he let out a shout.

"I've got it!"

He pulled the scoop out with 'stuff' dripping in every direction.  Then he
dropped it in the tub.  Turning on the faucet, I rinsed the mesh pouch and
the bill until both were clean.

I was finishing the cleaning process when Patrick leaned over me,
supposedly to see the money up close.

"I always wondered whose face was on the hundred dollar bill" he said, his
body against my back and shoulders.  Then he again started that slow
humping movement.  This was getting old.

I stood up, pushing back.  Patrick lost his balance and sat down heavily on
the floor.  I looked over at him, his legs spread out and his dick
throbbing up against his stomach.

"Patrick, listen.  If you want to jerk off, jerk off.  I know you've tried
not too, but I swear the wait is getting too hard for you.  Man if you
don't do something to get relief, you're really going to be a mess."

He had that baffled look drunks sometimes get when they are trying to
understand but their mind won't process it.

"I can't jerk off.  I swore I wouldn't.  All I want is some help.  Why
can't you help me?"  There was something almost child-like in his plea.

By now I was smoothing out my freshly washed money.  My butt felt better
and my mind was relieved.

"I'll make a deal with you, Patrick.  If you blow me, than in return I'll
blow you."

"But..." he still was having trouble getting his thoughts straight, "but I
don't suck guy's dicks."

"Well that's my final offer.  Take it or leave it."

I went into the bedroom and picked up my cell.  I saw I had some missed
calls.  I was about to check the first one when Patrick came in and said,
"Can I just hump your back?"

"What's the difference between that and jacking yourself off?"

"It's a big difference."  The head of his dick was oozing precum like it
was going out of business.

I realized uncut guys must have very sensitive dick heads.  Mine gets
rubbed against my underwear or whatever all the time, but theirs only comes
out for action.  On a whim I reached over and touched the tip of his dick.
He winced and bent over.  I touched it again and it bobbed happily.

"Pretty drippy there, Patrick."

He gave me a pained and almost suffering look.  Then he pushed out his hand
as if warding me off.

"Easy there man, if I wanted you to jack it I would have asked you to.
That's the whole point of what I'm going through.  No jacking, period."

"Let's go up front and finish our drinks."  I followed him up front,
watching his butt move rhythmically as his balls swung between his legs.  I
wondered if his dick was bouncing or just sticking tight to his stomach.

I looked down at my cell and again checked messages.  None were from Yancy.
I didn't know whose number another was, but since it was possible Yancy was
using someone else's phone, I gave it a ring.  The phone's owner obviously
had caller ID because he answered with my name.

"I'm the guy who gave you the silver clips and chain and told you I could
help you earn a lot more money."

"Oh yes" I said, inadvertently touching my nipples which were still sore
even though the clips had been removed before I left the restaurant.  "How
did you know my name and get my number?"

"Our club is very private, but we do share information with each other.
Also since all the members either have money or power, things are available
to us more easily.  But first things first.  My name is Jerry Bexler.  I
wondered if we could get together sometime soon, maybe tomorrow evening,
and I could demonstrate how I can teach you ways to earn more money in a
few hours than you could earn in a week at your present job."

Tomorrow was when I would find out if I passed the probationary period so I
could move on.  In addition I had Patrick here and I didn't know what would
be going on with him and Yancy.

"What you're telling me sounds interesting, but right now my schedule and
my plans are a mess.  Could I maybe get with you at lunch time somewhere?
I'm still working, but hopefully not for long."

"That will work.  I represent some clients who have special interests in
things like nipples, and I think you may be on your way to earning sizeable
money if you like the terms."

We agreed on Leo's Beef Harvest, and set a time.

"How will I recognize you?"

"Don't worry," he said with what sounded like a big grin in his voice,
"after this evening's show, I would know you anywhere."

I quickly scribbled down his name and the lunch plans, figuring the way
this evening was going, I'd be doing good to remember my own name by
morning.  Turning back to the sofa, I saw Patrick had fallen asleep there,
his bone tight up against his stomach.  Figuring he had passed out, I
reached down and touched it.  It responded nicely.

This was a brand new experience for me, playing with a guy's equipment when
he was asleep.  I eased down on the sofa sitting on the edge beside him.
After a few experimental touches, I realized he was right about how tender
the skin of uncut guys was, at least to me.

The head was nicely moist, thrust tight out of the foreskin like a hungry
animal.  I guess it had been waiting for a human touch for so long since
Yancy left, it was desperate for someone to play with it.

I really wanted to jack it, to give myself a treat after all I'd been
through.  I touched the slit, then used my finger to move the moisture
evenly all over the head.  Patrick's breathing continued as evenly as it
had been.  Then I reached down and gently felt his balls.  He really did
have a full load down there.  Maybe even being spanked didn't fully clear
them.  I wonder what the paper boy though of getting $5 for spanking him.
I bet the kid went home and jacked off twice before school.  In fact I bet
he rode his bone home as well as his bicycle.  I made a mental note to see
if I could find out more about that from Patrick tomorrow.

I got a light blanket from the closet and spread it over Patrick.  I stood
there a moment, watching him, and then I went to my room.  Before falling
asleep, I fantasized about a foursome with me, Yancy, Patrick, and the
paper boy.

                        (End of Chapter Fourteen)

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(Eric seems to be coming to terms with his new outlook.  Tomorrow will be
his first day back at work, the day he finds out if he is off probation and
ready to be a supervisor, and the day Yancy and Patrick have their
longed-for reunion.  It's also the morning of the car wash at work.  That
means there's a big day ahead.)

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