Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2011 12:17:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Eric  -  Part 15

                  Chapter Fifteen - Saturday's Duties

(Eric Tucker, 20, had finally arrived at Saturday when he will learn if he
is approved for a supervisory position with the grocery chain.  The day
before he suffered at the hands of three high school jocks behind the mall,
then at night went to perform at a stag dinner, and arrived home to find
Yancy's friend Patrick had arrived.  After some moonshine with Patrick, he
went to sleep.)

I opened my eyes and saw sunlight streaming in.  I reached over and turned
off the clock radio.  I had wondered if I would be hung over today, since I
wasn't really used to alcohol.  That moonshine or white lightning really
did a number on me, but this morning I felt fine.

I pulled out of bed and went up front in my boxers to check on Patrick.  He
had thrown off the light blanket in the night, and lay sprawled there, his
morning erection already oozing precum.  Red bush, freckled dick, and now
precum dripping down.  That was Patrick, all right.  I was almost tempted
to reach down and play with that thing of his again.  But then I realized
I'd been having too many of those thoughts lately.

I figured I'd start some breakfast and let him sleep a little longer, but
my cell phone in the bedroom started sounding.  I went in and got it.  It
was Yancy.

"Hi Eric," he said cheerfully, "what's up?"

"A whole lot, Yancy.  Patrick is here.  He got here last night.  I'm going
to have to go in to work in a little while.  Can you come over?  I hate to
leave him here by himself."

"I have to stop by to quit my job at Bunker's Supermarket and then go see
Mr. Bockstrop to sign a contract."

He had no idea of what he was walking in to.

"Listen, Yancy, I know that man.  Don't sign a contract.  Talk to him if
you like, but even that can be dangerous.  You don't know what he does to
people."

"Eric, he was really nice to me.  You know what?  He has a guy named
Reynolds that he says he'll partner me with while I learn the ropes."

I couldn't take the chance that Yancy would repeat what I said, so I didn't
tell him how Reynolds was caught in Bockstrop's web, was spanked regularly
across Bockstrop's knee, was told when he could and could not have sex with
his wife, how Bockstrop masturbated him incessantly, and so many other
things.

"All I'm saying, Yancy, is wait to sign anything.  We can talk later when
you get here.  I'll be home this afternoon."

"Can I talk to Patrick?"

"Sure.  But first give me your cell number."  After that, I went into the
living room.  Patrick still was stretched out asleep, nude, and totally
boned.

I had an idea and started to chuckle.  "Hold on and I'll send you a quick
pic of him."

I took aim with my cell camera and got a perfect shot.  Then I emailed it
to Yancy.  In a moment he was laughing too.

"I got it!  And I can tell Patrick is really going to need some relief when
I get there."

I shook Patrick's shoulder.  "Yancy's on the phone.  Want to say hi to
him?"

In my ear Yancy was spelling out a plan of what we could do to Patrick when
he got his release.

"Listen, once he's shot, let's keep him down and play with that thing
without letting him go soft.  He gets so sensitive there after I blow him,
it'll drive him crazy.  Let's see how long we can make it go on, ok?"

At heart Yancy was still 14 years old.  "Sure" I said, still laughing while
I passed the phone to Patrick.

I went in the kitchen, thinking of what we could do to him, and realized
maybe I was still 14 too.  My dick gave a nice response.  I started getting
out some milk and juice.  In a minute Patrick joined me, handing my phone
back.

"That was a dirty trick to send him that picture of me" he said.

I just grinned back.  I noticed his erection had not gone down any.

"You want to piss that thing away before breakfast?"

He gave me a look and started to say something, then turned and went to the
bathroom.  With the door open, I could hear the strong sound of a mighty
piss taking place in there.

When he came back, the erection was subsiding.  I had put cereal, milk and
juice on the table, and we ate in silence.

When we were nearly through I said, "I'm surprised I don't have a hangover
from all we drank last night."

"That's the beauty of home brewed lightning.  It's so smooth, you never
have that."

I watched him finish his food.  I could see why Yancy was so attached to
him.  He could be a complete clod, but there was something about the whole
package that I found very likeable.  When we were through, I asked if he
had any plans for this morning.  When he didn't, I made a suggestion.

"Would you like me to drop you at the city park and recreation center?
They've got basketball courts, an outdoor pool, and various things.  I have
to be at work until noon, and I have a lunch appointment, but I could pick
you up from there right after that and bring you back here."

"Sounds good.  I brought gym shorts and a swim suit with me.  I'll put them
on now."

I dressed, putting on my mandatory jock strap for what I hoped would be the
last time, and got ready to go to work.

I dropped him off at the center and arrived at work to see one end of the
parking lot marked off for the high school car wash.  Boys and girls in
various stages of undress were happily soaping up cars and turning the hose
on them, while a group of jocks were toweling cars dry and showing off
their muscles at the same time.  Mr. Penser had told me I was to supervise
this.  I had to laugh.  I doubt anybody could supervise that bunch.  Let
them tire themselves out and they won't want to cause any trouble.

I parked my car where all of our employees parked, but I made sure I was
the furtherest away.  Based on how things had been going for me lately, I
didn't want anybody letting the air out of my tires or something foolish
like that.  I didn't think I could take any more hazing or any more pranks.

I decided to see Mr. Penser first, then Paul Jeffries.  Paul had said he
would make sure Penser recommended me for a supervisory position and end my
probation.

The store was getting busy.  Saturdays always built up to a frenzy by late
afternoon.  I saw Robby as I went by produce.  He nodded and I did
likewise.  I had thought he was my friend.  Now I'm glad to be saying
goodbye to this place.

I knocked and entered Mr. Penser's office.  He looked up from his desk
expectantly, then settled back when it saw it was me.

"Oh, Eric.  Good to see you back on the job after your little absence."

"How did the seafood festival at the mall go?"

I couldn't resist asking since he had sent me home claiming I couldn't
handle it.

"Very well, I think.  Young Mark deserves a lot of credit for its success."

I doubted that, but I let it pass.

"You're here about your probation, right?"

"Yes.  I wondered if I passed."

Mr. Penser got uneasy.  "Well...I need to speak with you about that."

I got a sinking feeling right away.  I decided I should have talked with
Paul first.  But I merely looked at him and waited.

"You seem to have a penchant for nudity and...um...sexual situations."

"I don't know what that means."

"What 'what' means?"

"Penchant" I said. "I don't think I've ever heard that word."

"Well it's perfectly good English.  It can mean a strong or habitual liking
for something or tendency to do something.  Look it up sometime."

"What are you saying about nudity?  You mean I like to get naked?
Mr. Penser I absolutely do not like to be naked.  In fact I hate to be
naked.  And I certainly don't understand the sexual comment."

"Remember why you had to buy that jockey to wear?  You seemed unable to
control yourself."

"Mr. Penser, I resent that.  You made me buy it, because -"

"Because of what, Eric?"

I couldn't tell him Ted had forced me to take a Viagra, or that another
time Penser himself was making me show him my jockstrap and he
unintentionally touched me and got me started.

"Incidentally, are your wearing your jockey today?"

"Yes, Mr. Penser."

"Well good.  Then everything should stay where it's supposed to.  That's
the purpose of wearing one of those jockeys."

I wished he wouldn't keep talking about that.  It made mine sort of stir in
its pouch.  I shifted as I stood there.

He paused and looked at me then.

"Eric, are you all right?"

"Yes, sir.  I'm here about my probationary period which is supposed to end
today."

"Yes...well about that, I still have a few more things to get cleared and
done before we can really sit down and talk.  You're supposed to keep an
eye on the car wash out front this morning, so go out there now and I'll
see you before lunch."

I left, but went straight to Paul's office.  I told him what had happened,
and asked, "What's going on, Paul?"

"Go easy, Eric.  These things take time.  We've got to let Penser think
he's the one making the decision.  Then he'll come around.  I promised I'd
get you approved as a supervisor, and I will."

He got up from his desk and stood beside me.  Putting a hand on my
shoulder, he asked "What did you think of last night?"  He pulled me to
him.

"It was ok I guess.  I sure had experiences I would never have imagined."

He leaned over and closed his hand on my crotch while I jerked in surprise.

"Still wearing that jock, I see.  That's probably good since it feels like
you're getting hard already."

I pulled away.  "Paul, come on.  You're a family man.  You shouldn't be
doing things like that."

"On the contrary, it exactly because I'm a family man that I can do that.
Nobody would think anything suspicious about that."

"Well I wouldn't do it in public."

"I don't."  He reached down there and rubbed me again, this time stroking
the pouch of my jock in a really experienced way.  "That's why I take
advantage of the times like this when I can.  A man can be a husband and a
father, but sometimes he needs that something special that nothing else
quite matches."

I was getting hard now.  If I got any more boned, my dick would start to
bend double.  I tried to get away by moving slightly.

His breath was on my face as he whispered in my ear, "Take that thing out,
Eric.  Come on, man.  Get some relief before you go to the car wash.  You
know you want to."

The truth was that I really did want relief.  Last night at the club and at
home were just too intense.  I wanted to shoot a load like I've never done
before.  He started unzipping my fly.  My dick responded with a lurch.  I
bent low from the waist to relieve the strain in the pouch.

"Paul, be careful.  It's almost bent double now.  Let me-"

There was a knock at the door.  Paul moved away and got behind his desk.  I
zipped back up as Mr. Penser came in.

"Paul, I- Oh...Eric."  He looked distracted.  "Aren't you supposed to be at
the car wash?"

"I'm on my way now."

"But Eric, that's the problem with your work.  You are always doing
something else when you're supposed to be doing the things at hand."

I scooted out the door before anything more could be said.

Outside the area was buzzing with life.  Saturday shoppers were in
competition with the people wanting their cars washed.  The traffic flow
was a little bit hazardous at times.  The jocks were still showing off
their muscles, washing furiously using big sponges filled with soap as the
girls sprayed the cars, and then grabbing towels to dry the cars while the
girls collected the money.

I went over to where they were all at work.  I watched what was going on,
which I figured was about all I was supposed to do, and it would satisfy
Penser.  A couple of jocks in cut offs had really big bulges.  I tried to
check myself, but I guess I knew now which team I wanted to bat for.  One
of them looked up and spotted me.  His reaction proved he knew what I was
looking at.

"Hey!  Aren't you the guy from the mall yesterday?"

Damn!  I must have reacted because he then called out, "Hey Isaac, your
buddy's here scoping us out!"

One of the team with colorless hair and features grinned my way.  It was
one of the three who had gotten me and Kevin yesterday.  If Turkey hadn't
pulled a gun, I don't know what might have happened.

"Thanks, Miles," he said, continuing to look at me.

I knew I couldn't run away from the car wash.  I figured I would have to
tough it out.  I looked around to see who was supervising them.  It was one
of the younger coaches over by the cheerleaders.  Right.  He's jazzing the
girls while the jocks do the work.

Then I realized Isaac was leaving the group and coming over my way.  This
was an encounter I didn't want to have.  The first guy, Miles, was watching
with a nasty grin.

Then behind me a car honked.  I thought I might be blocking someone, so I
turned around just as the driver got out.  It was Gordon, and he was in the
biggest Cadillac I had ever seen.  It must belong to his wealthy dad, since
his car last Sunday was small and economical.  Not only that, but he was
waving the cucumber from last night at me.

"I found it!" he called out proudly.  Standing beside his car, he put the
cucumber between his legs and acted like he was jacking it.

"Come on over, Eric.  I want to try this out."

That thing had been in my butt last night, and as drunk as he seemed, I bet
he wanted to try it on me himself.  I shook my head.  That was when I felt
a hand on my back, pushing me forward.

"Yeah, dude, go see what he wants."

It was Isaac.  Isaac was big, but I knew I could take him if I had to.
However I didn't want a fight on what I hoped would be my last day at work
here.  Not a public fight anyway, out here in the parking lot.

Seeing Isaac pushing me toward him, Gordon grinned happily and said "Yes,
you come along too.  I want to show Eric something, and I'll bet you'd
enjoy it as well."

We were up to Gordon's car now, and Isaac replied "I'd like to see that
thing Eric's got again."

"Ohhhh, I would too.  So you like giant sizes as well?"

"I like to look" Isaac said, "but I don't touch.  I'm not gay."

"Well neither am I.  I just like Eric's stuff.  Want to join me?"

I was pushed inside with Gordon in the lead and Isaac behind me.  I tried
to get out but Isaac was strong and Gordon turned out to be stronger than
he looked.  He was obviously not some fumbling drunk, even if he always
seemed to have been drinking.

He was waving the cucumber in my face while Isaac started getting my pants
unzipped and pulled.  Gordon distracted me by trying to push the cucumber
in my mouth.  It had been up my butt last night, but I didn't know which
end of it had been.  And I wouldn't want to guess where it had been since
then and what it might have been used for.

With me pinned flat and my pants now down at my ankles, Isaac commented, "A
plaid jock strap?  Dude, do you always go Scottish?"

His hand grazed the pouch.  We were all three breathing rapidly.  Gordon
reached down and felt me too.  Then he rubbed the cucumber on my pouch.

Isaac asked him, "What are you doing carrying a cucumber around with you?"

Gordon grinned.  "Eric autographed it for me.  And last night somebody
stuffed it up his butt."

"They did not!" I said without thinking.  "He only pushed it a little way
in."

Isaac grinned.  "I'd like to try that."  He had his finger inside my pouch,
sliding it up the length of my dick.  "Here let's get his jock off and flip
him over."

He started to get a grip on my legs, but Gordon stopped him.

"Wait...wait.  Before we get to that gorgeous butt of his, let's see his
greatest asset, that magnificent thing he swings between his legs."

Isaac pulled the jock off and threw it and my pants into the back seat.

"He ain't going nowhere with no pants."  Isaac was a damn fountain of
wisdom.

"Ohhhh, that's right" Gordon agreed enthusiastically.  Then seeing my dick,
he said "And I see he's getting ready for action.  Have you ever seen
anything this good?  By the way, what's your name?"

"I'm Isaac.  And I don't see why he ain't got no foreskin."

"That's because he's circumcised.  See that flap of skin, that sort of
pouch under the head?  That's from the circumcision."

"Oh.  I thought maybe with something that big, the head had eaten the skin
that was supposed to be there."

"Well it looks big enough to, but that's not what happened.  Do you want me
to show you something that circumcised guys can do with their dicks?"

Both of them seemed to have their hands all over me.

"See what happens when I take just my thumb and first finger and grasp the
little flap of skin and rub."  Gordon was having a field day.

I felt him closing his fingers around the bottom of my dick head, and when
he started rubbing the feeling was like electricity going through there.  I
started to buck and jump and went totally hard.  Isaac started really
laughing.

"Man, that's neat.  Here let me try."

Isaac wasn't nearly as good as Gordon, nor as careful.  I still bucked, but
winced because he had such calloused fingers it was like sandpaper on my
skin there.

"Get off it, Isaac!  I thought you said you liked to look but you didn't
touch.  What do you call what you're doing now?"

"I call it fun, so shut up."

Naturally he just did it that much more.

"Damn this is great.  I've never seen a guy practically have a seizure like
that just from getting that flap going.  And the head keeps dripping."

His fingers were wet now, and he pushed them in my face.

"Lick them clean."  Isaac was getting a little too carried away.

"Ohhhh that's good.  And look where it's coming out.  That thing
practically has lips."  Gordon was getting wildly enthusiastic.

"Let's see if I can fit my little finger in there" Isaac said.

All this reminded me too much of Scott Moss and the glass tube.  I began to
buck and kick.  They both held me tight, but at least it diverted Isaac for
a moment.  But once I was calm he was back at it.  It felt really strange
and then painful as he started inserting the tip of his little finger into
my piss slit.

"If we had a way to keep him still, I could work that flap with one hand
and do this finger thing with the other."

Gorgon practically glowed.  "Oh that would be fun.  But let me get at it
first.  I've waited all week to wrap my hand around that thing of his.
Isn't it magnificent?"

I noticed Isaac grinned for a second and blushed, before catching himself.

"We better get his shirt off before you start.  That way we know there's
nothing to cover himself with if he should decide to get out."

Gordon nodded enthusiastically and in seconds all they left on me were my
socks.  But Isaac, down at that end, decided they should come off too.
When this was over I would have to climb into the back seat to get my
clothes on before getting out.  If they decided to push me out before then,
I'd end up on the street buck naked.

Then Gordon started in with his hand and his mouth.  I had never known what
that combination could produce.  He was jacking me and sucking me while
Isaac kept rubbing my nipples and twisting them.  It was like they were all
over me at once.  I bucked and jerked, but nothing could stop what they
were doing.

I was almost at the point of no return when someone started tapping on the
car window.  With this much dark tint, they couldn't see inside, but
someone sure seemed to know we were in there.  Gordon gasped and caught his
breath, then with the key turned to battery, he lowered the window just a
crack.

"Yes?" he asked in an authoritative tone.

"Is Isaac in there?"

Isaac jumped like he'd been shot.  He stopped messing with my nipples, and
was trying to climb away from me.

"Oh shit, it's Miles."

"Who's Miles?" Gordon asked.

"Tell him I'll be out in a minute."

"He'll be out in a minute."

"Let me in." Miles responded.

"NO!" Isaac and I both shouted.

Miles started pounding on the window and door.  "I said to let me in!"

"Gordon, start the car and pull away.  In a minute you'll have a crowd
around here.  Get me out of this and we can drop Isaac before we leave the
lot."

>From what I had seen in the last 8 days, Gordon always moved in slow
motion.  He stared to say something and Miles continued pounding, but Isaac
at least had the sense to lean across and turn the ignition and start the
car.  Gordon began backing up with Miles still making a scene, but then he
got a clear opening and we took off fast.  We stopped at the street but
Isaac didn't want to get out.

Looking over the back, I could see Miles running this way.

"Take him with us, Gordon.  We have to get away in a hurry."

Fortunately he did what I wanted.  Once we were out in traffic, Isaac
unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard dick.

"Sit on it and I'll ride you.  I can do that and work your nips at the same
time."

"Hell no, Isaac.  Where's your lube and your condoms?"  I figure that would
stop him.  But no, Gordon had to pipe up.

"There's plenty of condoms and lube in the glove compartment."

Isaac was on it like flies on a June bug.  He was rubbered and lubed in
nothing flat.  I was afraid Gordon would have an accident trying to watch
all this and drive too.  I quickly suggested they go park in front of my
apartment.

Isaac's thing was not that big, but this would be my first time.  I wished
it was somebody I at least liked, but if it was a toss up in the car as to
who would have me, I much preferred Isaac to Gordon.  Isaac was just a
teenager and didn't know what he was doing, but Gordon was striking me as a
pervert.  I wouldn't want a pervert up in me.  Blowing me?  Well I guess
that's ok, since a blow job is just a blow job, but up the butt is the real
deal.  I wouldn't ever want a pervert doing that to me.

Gordon swiveled the camera on the dash so it faced me and Isaac.  I
wondered what Gordon's father wanted one on his dash for, but lately I had
gotten used to the strange ways of some people in this town.  The old man
must be as turned on about sex as his son.

I was giving him directions and Isaac was now trying to sit at an angle,
and he was lubing my hole which actually felt great.  I should have lubed
it before bed last night, once we got the $100 out of there.  Then he was
back with my nipples again.  I never thought about my nipples until this
past week.  Now it seemed like everybody was into nipples.

By the time Gordon pulled up at my curb, my dick was at full throttle and
dripping like crazy.  I knew it wouldn't take Gordon long to get me off,
which was just as well.  When Isaac was in position, I slowly sat down on
his erection.  It was short and slender, which was great by me.  I wondered
what it would feel like.

Well for one thing it hurt, and for another he pulled me down hard on it so
it rammed in all at once.  I hollered and he tried to put his hands over my
mouth while Gordon cut off the engine and really jumped open mouthed into
my crotch.  He was licking me all over down there, and moaning with
ecstasy.

"Love it, love it!" he kept saying over and over.

Isaac seemed to be having a problem.  Things had started out well, but now
it felt like something wasn't working.  His dick kept slipping out of my
hole.

"Squeeze that hole tight, dude."  He might have though he sounded
authoritative, but it was more like a whine.  I snickered.

He hit me in the back as he tried to pump.  "I mean it!"

"Grow a bigger one and you won't have that problem."

He cussed me back.

Isaac might not be living up to expectations, but Gordon was in his glory.
He was practically swallowing my dick whole.  He must be really experienced
because this was the best blow job I had ever had.  I was really getting
into the spirit of things.  I tried to help Isaac by pushing myself up and
down on that thing of his, but even that way it couldn't stay in me.  I
started laughing again and couldn't stop.

"Shut the hell up, dude!  I mean it!"

"See if you can exchange that thing of yours for a larger size, Isaac."

But soon I couldn't laugh or talk.  I was approaching the best orgasm of my
life.  I wouldn't have guessed what Gordon could do with his lips and
tongue.  When I finally shot, Gordon gobbled it all down without missing a
drop.  Not only that, he smacked his lips, ran his tongue around his mouth,
and then kissed my dick like it was a long lost friend.

"I can never thank you enough" he said.

I had fallen back against Isaac, totally exhausted.  Then Isaac started
pushing me off his lap.

"That hole of yours is way too big.  You must walk around with something
stuffed up it all the time, to have one that wide."

"If you haven't got a man's dick, you shouldn't try to do a man's job."

Isaac started answering me back, but I saw Gordon reaching for the keys.

"Let's get back there, Gordon" I said.

As he revved the engine, I climbed over into the back seat and began
putting on my clothes.  In the front seat Isaac just fumed.

"This isn't the end of this" he muttered.

I couldn't resist.

"Right, Isaac.  Just work on it and when you get a decent sized one, come
back and we'll see how it goes then."

I was shifting around pulling my pants up when Gordon called from up front,
"Are both of you going back to the store?"

"Let him out ahead of me" I said.  "I'll be glad to be rid of him."

Isaac just cussed me in an under-the-breath kind of way.

Gordon seemed content to talk to me while driving, even though I was behind
him.

"Do you masturbate much?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes.  Do you?" I snapped back.

"Yes, when Gwen will let me.  If she catches me, she really gives me a bad
time about it.  She seems to take it personally."

"I can see her point" I replied.

"Well, I was only asking because I wondered if you could save me some of
your cum from those times.  Your cum had a great taste and I'd enjoy some
more.  Of course if I could work it out of you myself..."

"No chance of that, Gordon, either way."

"I'd pay you for it."

With that, Isaac came to life.  "You'd pay for cum?  Like if I saved mine-"

Gordon cut him off at the pass. "It's his I want.  No offense, but that
little thing of yours doesn't look like it could produce much anyway."

"Have you seen the size of my balls, man?  Here let me show you what really
great balls I have."

I didn't try to follow the action up front.  Now that I was comfortably
clothed and not naked any more, I just wanted to get back, check with
Penser about my status, and then get to Leo's Beef Harvest for lunch.  But
Isaac must have shown Gordon his balls.

"That's impressive, Isaac.  Perhaps I could find a use for them.  What kind
of money would you want?"

"Whatever you can pay, man.  I shoot off a lot.  Every morning before
school and then at home after football practice, and sometimes before I got
to sleep.  I shoot gobs of the stuff every time, and I could get you a big
load of my stuff."  He paused then added eagerly "I could do it more times
than that if you wanted.  And I guarantee my stuff is top of the line,
too."

I never heard such crap, but I let the two of them build their own dream
world.  At least if Gordon got interested in him, maybe he'd leave me
alone.  Ever since that first Friday night over at Kevin's, he had popped
up at unexpected places, and always it was really embarrassing.

"Ohhhh yes, I can feel them churning now."  Gordon sounded gleeful.
"They're very hot so they must be making something."

"Yeah, my white hot milk for you."

I didn't say a word.  I just wanted to get this over.  When we got to the
store, the parking lot was still busy with Saturday shoppers and the car
wash crowd.  There was a certain amount of confusion as cars honked at each
other and people pushed past to get to the store.

"Eric" Gordon called over his shoulder, "I'm keeping Isaac with me.  But
you can get out here."

I heard the click of the door locks being released.  I opened my door and
jumped out, heading for the office.  I didn't look back as Gordon and Isaac
sped away for who knows where.  I figured they deserved each other, and not
in a nice way either.

Before I could get to Penser's office, Marcus from the meat department
grabbed me, pounding my back and congratulating me on last night.  The last
thing I wanted was for people to hear about that, but I couldn't seem to
shut him up.  When he pulled me toward the meat department, I went along
hoping that would satisfy him.

"Look at the pictures I got!  Aren't they great?  Man to get pics this
good, my camera was worth every penny I paid."

I didn't want to see them, but he kept waving them in my face as he hurried
me along.  To me the pictures were awful, but to him they were hot.  I was
embarrassed.

"Would you like a set?"  He seemed so eager.

"No.  I don't want to ever see them again."

"But I made a set just for you.  Something to remember the occasion by."

We were now behind the meat counter.  Lloyd was working today too, so
Marcus had some freedom.  Lloyd gave me a knowing grin.

"Looks like you've found your real calling, Eric."

I just gave him a dirty look.

"Sure you don't want them?" Marcus asked.

"Positive."

He pulled open his desk drawer and took out an envelope.  It was already
addressed and had a stamp on it.

"Ok then, I'll send them to your folks."

Lloyd must have been in on this because he was already behind me grabbing
my arms.  Lloyd was big.

I started cussing but Marcus put his hand across my mouth and grabbed my
balls as he said, "All I have to do is walk out front and drop them in the
postbox there.  You'll never be able to get them back from there.  It's a
federal offense to tamper with a mailbox."

He took his hand away and released my balls.  But he started playfully
nudging my dick.

"Marcus, no.  Why would you do this?  It would ruin me with them forever.
I did what you wanted.  I performed last night.  What more could you want?"

Lloyd hissed in my ear, "Lots more.  We want that mouth and we want that
ass.  And some guys want that dick of yours too.  Plus you're a fun guy to
play with.  Some of us just can't help ourselves."

I didn't try to answer him.  I just kept looking at Marcus.

"Lloyd is more forthright than I would have been.  I don't like to spell
things out too much.  But last night opened up a whole new future for you.
There's money to be made and I want to be in on it."

He kept playing with my dick, feeling it through my trousers and jock.  I
tried to wiggle but Lloyd was holding me too tight.  Since Gordon had just
blown me a few minutes previously, I hadn't thought I could start to get
hard this quick.  But lately it seemed like anybody could turn me on.

Marcus could feel the result of his work.  "That's right, let it grow.  But
if you don't want me to mail this, let's do a demonstration of how
cooperative you're willing to be."

"How did you get their address?"

"From the next of kin file in the office when Penser was at the mall with
the seafood display thing yesterday.  I figured I might need it some time."

I was totally screwed.  I started to say something but Lloyd pushed me
forward as Marcus said "Enough of the questions.  Now's the time for you to
prove to us that you will do what we say."

"Wait!  I need to see Mr. Penser before noon!  He's leaving for the day
after that."

It didn't change a thing.  Lloyd pushed me into the stock room where Marcus
took over and Lloyd went back to serving customers.  At first we both just
stood there.  Then the door opened and Denver came in.  To think they now
wanted me to be available for Mark's 14 year old little brother.  We had
been through this earlier in the week, and I told him I wasn't going to
show him my dick.

He was grinning from ear to ear.  "They told me you were here for me."  He
walked over and begin unbuckling my belt.

"No way, Denver."

"Yes, way" Marcus said, standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders,
"our way.  Or the pictures go out."

"What pictures?" Denver asked.  He was dropping my pants to my ankles and
playing with my jock.

"Nothing to worry about.  Just something we have that makes sure Eric's
real cooperative."  He shook me so I had to move, and my pants were left on
the floor.  He then pulled my shirt up and off, tossing it to where my
pants were.

"Denver tells me he showed you his dick and you wouldn't show him yours. In
fact he says you told him he could never come in this store again.  Is that
right?"

"Not exactly.  I didn't ask to see his, and I wasn't about to whip out my
dick so some 14 year old could see it.  People got to prison for stuff like
that."

"Well today Denver gets to do what he wants with you.  That'll make up for
anything you've done to him."

"Thanks" Denver said cheerfully.  He reached down and ran his finger
against the pouch of my jock.  Naturally I got a reaction, being naked and
all.  He giggled.

"That's great, Eric.  I'm glad you're enjoying this.  There'll be more."
With that he pulled my jock strap down to my knees, and my dick popped up
and out, nicely rigid.  That really turned him on.

Marcus laughed.  "He's a natural, Denver.  Get him naked and you can't keep
that bone down.  But for the moment, you need to take his pants and shirt
to Lloyd at the meat counter and then come back.  I'll make sure this thing
stays primed until then."

Once Denver had rushed merrily off, Marcus said "I meant it when I said
that if you don't follow orders, those pictures go to your folks.  So
whatever Denver wants, you do it.  If he's happy then we're happy and your
pictures are safe."

"Please let me see Mr. Penser before he leaves."

"Make Denver happy and you will."

When Denver returned, Marcus told him "I'll leave you two together back
here.  With no clothes, I don't think he'll want to run away."  He wrapped
his hand around my bone before he left, and naturally I vibrated.

Denver loved that.  "You really get off on that, don't you."  It was a
comment and not a question.

I resented even being around him with that attitude, much less him touching
me.  And that's what he started doing, running his hands across my chest,
my abs, and then back to playing with my dick.

My jock was still down at my knees since my legs were slightly spread, but
now he told me to take it off and hand it to him.  That was humiliating,
but I did it.  Then he took my jock and hung it around my neck, giggling
all the while.  He made me put my hands behind my head.  Then he patted my
cheeks and said "You sure look cute that way."

Getting back to my dick, which was dripping by this time, he smeared all
the precum up and down the shaft, examining it carefully as he went.

"This is a really great thing you have, Eric.  I don't know why you want to
keep it hidden.  I don't mind guys at school seeing mine when I'm in the
bathroom taking a leak.  I catch them sneaking a peak all the time. And
even more at PE in the showers."

"Well I'm not 14 years old, Denver."

"Is it true you got suspended because you let those guys play keep away
with your clothes at the mall?"

He was going to town on my dick now.  I could tell he wouldn't stop until
he got me off.  The fact that Gordon did it less than an hour ago didn't
seem to be making the slightest difference to my dick.  Denver was getting
results as the feeling grew, and I think he could tell that I was nearing
the time for a blast.

Then the door opened and we both turned to look.  It was Mark, come to see
what his little brother was up to.

"Hi Eric.  I'm glad you and Denver are getting to know each other better.
Maybe next time we ask you for something, you won't try to order him out of
the store.  Incidentally you didn't have the authority to do that anyway."

He must have seen from my expression that I was so caught up in what his
brother was doing, I couldn't reply.

"Hey Denver, stop man.  There's stuff we can do before you finish his
load."

"Stuff like what?" Denver asked in a somewhat disgusted tone of voice.

"Well a week ago today I stuffed a jumbo shrimp up his butt."

That sure got Denver's attention.  He let go of my dick, and it just
bounced a little in disappointment.  Actually Denver is pretty good at
jacking.  If I ever needed someone to help me out there, he'd definitely be
my choice.

"What can we do now?"

Mark had a funny look on his face.  "I'm taking early lunch.  I'll plan
some stuff for when I get back."  With that he wrapped his hand around my
dick, before asking "Damn, fella, how do you take a piss without it falling
into the toilet?"

Denver squealed with laughter.  This was definitely his day.  It was then
that Marcus came back in.

"I can see you three have been having fun.  Before you guys finish jacking
him off, I thought it would be fun to have Eric check on the car wash
again. After all, Mr. Penser said he was to supervise it."

That sounded great to me.  But before I could enjoy the feeling of freedom,
he went on.

"Eric take your jock from around your neck and put it back on, now that
you're nice and hard.  I don't care whether you point it up, since that way
the head would poke out the top, or point it down, which would push the
pouch in front of you.  But you're going to run from here to the car wash
and back.  If you try to hide or run away, I'll mail that package I
mentioned."

"I can't go out this way" I said.  I couldn't believe he was telling me to
do this.

"Then I have something to put in the mail" he said, turning to go.

I knew I had no choice.  "What do I have to do?"

Denver was going wild.  He kept saying he couldn't believe they could make
me do this.

"Hey Marcus, can I make him do this: he goes out the back door here, runs
around to the car wash out front, run past the guys with hoses and makes
them spray him, and runs back here.  Knocks on the door since it'll be
locked from the inside and I'll let him back in."

"Best idea yet.  Better than anything I would have come up with."

"Marcus, you know I'll be fired.  Everybody will see me."

"Not if you run fast enough.  They won't see you coming if you are careful
and stay to the far side of the lot."

I didn't like this, but I needed to see Mr. Penser before noon and I knew
Marcus would mail the pictures to my folks if I didn't do what he said.
But I resented Denver getting into the act.

"The only trouble is I won't be able to watch him while he's running,"
Denver complained.

"Don't worry about that.  He has to do what we say.  And with an erection
like that there'll be cell phone pictures and camera shots all over the
Internet before lunch."

"Even if it was my idea, he still has to do it?"

"Right.  So if he isn't soaking wet, come get me because in that case I'll
be mailing some pictures of him I took.  I will gladly show you before I
mail them."

"And I'm off the lunch" Mark said.  "Start him soon and maybe I can see him
as I pull out."

I looked at them.  I knew this was going to be a disaster.  Reluctantly I
pulled my jock on.  Marcus was right, there was no way I could point it
that it didn't poke out obscenely.  I decided not to poke it down, since it
poked the front of the pouch out.  I pointed it up.  I still had a problem
since it wanted to push against the elastic waist band like it was opening
the front up.  But at least I would be able to run as fast as I wanted.

When I was set, Marcus nodded and Denver went to the door.

"Time to go, stud" he said laughing.  He threw it open and I dashed out
into the brightness of a late Saturday morning.

It was deserted behind the building, and I cut to my right to where the
hedges at the edge of the lot would give me some protection.  I stayed low,
using them for cover, but ran as fast as I could that way.  Finally up
ahead I could see the car wash: buckets and soap suds, mops and pails, and
hoses using our sprinkler system, cheerleaders still waving to passing cars
trying to lure them in, and jocks washing bare-chested in short pants in
the summer sun.  It should have been a wonderful scene, but to me it was
about to become hell.

I let parked cars be my shield until I got to within 50 feet of the first
group washing.  Then, taking a deep breath, I ran toward them.

"Hit me with the hose" I called out.

A girl and two guys looked up in surprise.  Another girl a few feet away
pointed to the protrusion in my jock and cried "Ewww!" and shook her head
and turned away.

The girl drying looked up and smiled, the two guys looked and started
cussing.

"This is our carwash for the school, freak.  Quit messing it up."

"Barry, you ought to get a jock like his - if you think you could fill it"
she said.

Barry turned the hose on me, hitting the pouch with such force I felt like
I had been kicked in the nuts.  But at least I was getting wet and I ran
toward the next car.

That as a mistake.  Jacob and Miles, Isaac's buddies from the mall, were
working there.  The first thing they did was put down the hose and run
toward me.

"Get his jock, Miles!  Strip the fucker here in front of everybody!"

I was aware of cameras and people pointing. and someone calling to the
young coach to come take care of this.

Someone turned their hose on me as I streaked by, and I think the two jocks
got the full thrust of it.  At least I hope they did.

A couple of cars coming into the lot honked, one or two drivers waved
merrily, but I needed to get out of there.  There seemed to be people,
cars, and students everywhere, and I ran back into the shrubs.

I waited a minute before moving again.  I was careful and got to the back
loading dock I had started from.  Going to the locked door, I pressed the
buzzer.

"Who is it?" Denver's voice asked on the intercom.

"Unlock the door, Denver, it's me."

"What's the password?"

"Damn it Denver, let me in.  Two guys were chasing me, and if I stay out
here much longer they'll-"

"We'll do what?" Miles asked as the two of them grabbed me quick, yanking
off my jock.  They were both hot and sweaty, and now out of breath.

"Dude, you sure stay naked a lot of the time, don't you?" Jacob commented.
"Let's take him around front so he can meet his public. He ran away too
quick but we can fix that, right?"

"DENVER!!!" I shouted.

"What's the password?" he asked again from the safety of the inside.

                    (End of Chapter 15)

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