Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2011 17:06:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Eric  -  Part 16

               Chapter Sixteen  -  The Decision

There I stood dripping wet, yelling to Denver to open the door, at the
moment Miles and Jacob ran up and grabbed me.  They pulled off my jock and
stuffed it in my mouth, while they got me on each arm and started trying to
pull me off the loading dock.  It was at that moment that the door opened.

"Why don't you two bring him inside?"  It was Marcus.  Denver stood behind
him, grinning.  "I've got something a whole lot better to offer you than
just dragging him naked around front."

"Huh?"  Miles' dark hair was sweat smeared and his eyes still had that
glint of victory in them.

"Why settle with just one time to get him, when you could have as many
times to do things to him as you wanted?"  Marcus was at his most charming
and persuasive.

"What do you mean?" Jacob asked.  He was strong and large, but he also had
the biggest pair of ears I had ever seen.  They were like big seashells
stuck on both sides of his head.

He and Miles were still holding my arms, and Denver saw my jock-stuffed
mouth.  He pointed at it and said "Looks like Eric's already been to
lunch."

Marcus opened the door even wider.  "I can promise you something you can
use against him for a long time to come.  Think what it could be like to be
able to tell him what to do and make him do it, anytime you chose."

Jacob's pale blue eyes gleamed.  "That's...that's really something."  I
swear I saw his cut-offs begin to bulge.

Like the pied piper, Marcus had drawn them into the room.

My jock was already soaked, so my saliva wouldn't cause any more of a
problem, but I was trying to spit it our anyway.  Denver saw what I was up
to, and came over.  The two jocks still held my arms.

"Here, Eric, let me help you.  You're about to drop that thing.  Let me
push it back in for you, since your arms seem to be tied up at the moment."

And the little bastard literally tried to jam my jock all the way to the
back of my mouth.  I kicked him and he jumped back.  I wish I had gotten
him in the nuts.

"Let him go and I'll tell you this much -- come back in half an hour and
I'll go over the whole plan.  But to show you something that controls Eric,
take a look at one of my pictures of him."

I didn't want them to see it; I didn't want anybody to see it.  They were
still panting and when they saw one of the pics from last night, their eyes
bugged out.  Jason, his muscled body packed tight into his cut offs, was
unconsciously rubbing his crotch as he looked at it.  Miles saw what he was
doing and nudged him forcibly.

"Huh?" Jason asked, "what was that for?"  He looked puzzled as he continued
to massage his crotch.

"For playing with yourself in public, stupid."

"You're the one who's stupid, stupid!" Jason retorted.  "I wasn't playing
with myself."

"Yes you were.  You do it all the time.  I've told you about that before.
Guys are always laughing at you for that."

It sounded like this could go on for quite a while, but fortunately Marcus
interrupted.

"You've seen the stuff I have.  Play it right and Eric is yours for
whenever you want him.  But for now, go back to the car wash.  Knock on
this door in 30 minutes and we can set up a plan for you, plus I've got
something special in mind for Eric that I am sure you'll want to get in
on."

Miles was skeptical.  "How do we know you'll even be here then?  You could
run off and leave us locked outside."

Marcus drew himself up expansively.  "I work here full time in an important
job.  I'm the head of the meat department."

Jason pointed at me with a grin.  "Oh yeah?  With that thing of his, I
would have thought he'd be the head of the meat department around here."

Denver cracked up.  Marcus didn't think it was funny.  But he led them to
the door and they left after Miles said, pointing a finger at him, "Thirty
minutes, right?"

"Right.  Thirty minutes."

I pulled my jock out of my mouth.  It was soaked.

"Let's dry Eric off.  I'm afraid he'll have to see Mr. Penser without his
jock on.  It would soak through his trousers if he tried to wear it."
Marcus seemed pleased to be able to say that.

Denver meanwhile disappeared back into the store and returned with several
rolls of Bounty towels.

"Got them from the display case" he explained.

"Ok, Denver, you start drying him while I check back with Lloyd.  It's
almost time for his break."

"I can dry myself" I said.

Marcus turned and gave me a disgusted look.  "Lister, Eric. You are in no
position to be giving orders.  If I say Denver dries you, then Denver dries
you."

Denver looked triumphant.  He seemed to have been given the best gift ever.
Unfortunately that gift was me...or at least my body.  I really hoped this
was not what the future held for me.  Going to the stag party was the worst
mistake of my life.  Well actually the second worst.  The worse was my
stupid bet with Kevin at the softball game eight days ago.

Denver peeled off the Bounty wrapper and unrolled a length of towel.

"I'll leave you two to it.  If Eric refuses to follow your commands, come
to me and the pictures go in the afternoon mail."  Marcus walked out.

Water had been dripping off me, and probably I'd be nearly dry in a few
minutes, but Denver was not going to lose his great opportunity.

"Hands behind your head for starters" he said, coming up to me with a wad
of paper towels.  He was almost as tall as me, and he was just 14.  He was
going to be tall and probably big before he finished growing.  I just wish
he didn't always have that smile when he was around me, like a kid waiting
for his Christmas present to be opened.

"Nice pecs, Eric" he said, starting in on my chest.  "Nice nipples too" he
added, tweaking them through the paper.  He was giving them a lot more
attention than was necessary.  In fact he was being a little bit rough, and
I shrugged and winced.

"Gets to you, right?  Guys say your nips are the gateway to your prick.
And I see yours is responding."

He reached down and began `drying' it.  It wouldn't have been so bad if he
hadn't been giggling while he did it.  Then he was behind me drying my
butt, reaching into my crack, saying, "Let's get it good and dry up in
there."

I went up on my toes when one of his fingers went through the toweling and
hit my hole.

"Ooops.  Easy there, Eric.  Just a slip of the finger.  Calm down, man.
There's a lot worse things that could happen."

I didn't know if that was a threat or a promise.  Then from behind he was
polishing my balls with the towel, running his hand around each one
separately.

"Nice eggs, dude.  Heavy and full.  I bet you get a lot of mileage out of
them, right?"

I didn't say anything.  Then he was around in front, still happily toweling
me.

"You look all nice and dry now."

He kept looking down at my dick.  "Uh oh, wait.  There's a damp spot that
just showed up, right on the end of your dick.  Nice and clear, just one
drop.  Well let's get that one too."

The towel brushed my piss slit and I gave an involuntary jerk, but he held
on.

"Whoa there, Eric.  I'm just doing my job, man."  He sounded proud of his
work.  Then he said "Wait, another drop just appeared.  I may need to
really dry that end of your equipment.  You want to look good when you go
to see Mr. Penser."

He continued to rub the tip while my dick grew longer and longer.  At that
moment, Marcus came back in carrying my clothes.

"Well hello, what have we here, Denver?"

Denver gave him a wink.  "One spot has been hard to dry.  I'm sure it's
been hard on Eric, because he's hard now."

"That's too bad, because he can't wear a wet jock into Mr. Penser's office,
and he's due in there now."  Turning to me he said "Mr. Penser is about to
leave for the rest of the day, and he's waiting to give you your final
evaluation right now."

He handed my clothes to me, said "Hurry!" and turned to go.  Then looking
back he added "Come back here when you leave his office and we'll finished
what we started.  That's an order."

Denver chuckled happily. "Hear that, Eric?  We'll be waiting."

I got dressed.  As I started out, I realized with no underwear or jockstrap
my half hard dick would be visible to Mr. Penser.  But there was nothing to
do but see Penser now.  At least things would be settled one way or
another.

As I knocked on his door, my greatest hope was that this would be the last
time I would stand in his office.

He greeted me in his usual formal way, and let me stand as he looked over
the papers on his desk.

"Eric, you've gotten some good recommendations from your coworkers.  I must
say I'm a little surprised since there have been times when I thought they
might resent you."  He looked up and gave me what passed for a smile with
him.  "But...ah...there was something here...if I can find it.  Yes, here
it is.  It was reported that you didn't always wear your jockey when you
were told to.  I'm not quite sure how they would know that."

I looked at him and he looked at me.  "How would they know that, Eric?  Do
you display yourself to your coworkers in some way?"

"Mr. Penser honestly I have no idea why someone would say that, and as you
say, how could they know?"

"That's what I'm asking too."

"I've told you, sir, I don't know."

"Hmmm..."  He looked again at the papers on his desk.  "Well, let's cover
the basics about your internship first.  You passed with good marks --
except for the jockey thing, of course -- but the hitch is there is no open
position here right now.  I'm sure you hoped when this ended, you'd move
into a supervisory spot here, but alas none of available."

"I see."  My spirits fell.  I had tried to go along, to be a team player as
they say, tried to just get through all this.  Now here at the end of the
road, everything was lost.

"But over in Riverton City there is such a position open.  It pays the same
as one here would, since the company sets the pay scale for all the stores.
Would you be interested in it?"

"Yes sir."

"The bad news is that your pay here stops at noon when your probationary
period is over.  But Riverton City won't have an opening until a week from
Monday.  Now you'll leave here with your accumulated leave time, this
week's check, and overtime pay, so that ought to give you a cushion.  But
still you ought to get in touch with them soon."

"I'll do that.  And since it's a three hour drive, I would need to move
there, so I'll need to find a place to live.  And I'll do that Monday and
go by the store and meet the manager and talk with him."  I was really
feeling a lot better now.

Mr. Penser adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat.  That was never a
good sign.  "Eric, let me just give you a piece of advice.  Be careful over
there.  If the sort of things you've been doing here get started over
there, it will reflect badly on the whole grocery chain and this one in
particular."

I wanted to ask him to tell me specifically what he was talking about.  But
before I could, he stood up and pointed at my trousers.

"Eric, that...thing...of yours is showing through your pants.  You said
earlier you were wearing your jockey.  Well it doesn't seem to be doing its
job now."

"I got it wet" I said.

He gave me a baffled look.  "Wet?  What do you mean wet?"

I was having to think quickly.  "At the car wash. The one you asked me to
supervise.  Someone splashed me with the hose and it got soaked."

That was the honest truth.  But I saw immediately I had walked into a trap.

"But your clothes aren't soaked.  How can your jockey be wet and the rest
of you be dry?"  He was reaching for the phone.  He said "Paul, get in here
right away please.  We have a problem."

This whole conversation was driving me crazy.  I thought I was out, then I
was in, and now it looked like I might be out again.

Paul was in there in an instant.  "What's the problem?" he asked in a quiet
but serious tone.

"Tell him Eric.  Tell him how you got your jockey soaked but you clothes
weren't."  He sounded really disgusted with me.  For a moment my mind went
blank.  Fortunately, Paul came through for me.

"A car stalled and the driver couldn't get it started.  There was water
everywhere, so Eric got out of his clothes and with only an athletic
supported he crawled under the car, corrected the problem and crawled back
out soaking wet.  Then he came around back here, dried off, and put on his
clothes to come here for his final interview.  I was proud of him."

"Oh?  Well...well you should have said something right away, Eric.  You
just stood there like a deer in the headlights."

I decided to play it boyish, so I looked down at my shoes, and shuffled a
little, and said "Yes, sir, you're right."

"Of course I'm right.  Now you get out of here. You have plans to make and
places to go."

We said our goodbyes.  Paul and I went out together.  Right away he pulled
me into his office, wanting to know what was going on.  I told him about
Marcus, the photos with my parents' address, and the two jocks who were
coming back.  I also told him about Denver.

"Damn that Marcus.  He always has to mess up everything.  He's never
satisfied."  He started pacing.  I had never seen Paul get this upset so
quickly.  "I went out of my way to get him into that Stag Night Club.  He
doesn't earn the money these others do, and he would never have gotten in
on his own.  After all that, this is how he rewards me when he has some
power."

He seemed to be making up his mind about something.  Then, picking up the
phone, he rang the meat counter.  "Lloyd, is Marcus there?  Oh, in the
back?  Oh you mean the stockroom?  Tell him I'm coming down in a minute."

I wanted to tell Paul about my new opportunity. "Can you wait a second
before you go?  I wanted to let you know I'll be taking a job in Riverton
City."

He seemed to calm down for a minute.  "That's good.  Tell me about it."

I was in the midst of telling him when he interrupted to say "Eric, did you
know there's a two year community college there?  If you wanted, you could
take some courses, and begin to build the things you need for a career.  If
you like what you're learning, you could transfer to a state university and
get a college degree."

That made me feel really good, like maybe things could actually work out
for me.  Then we heard on the store intercom, "Attention shoppers.  Letters
can be dropped in the mailbox just outside the store entrance."

He frowned.  I said "That's Marcus' voice.  That means he's on his way to
mail the pictures to my folks. He told me if I was late coming back, that's
what he'd do."

Paul grabbed the phone, switching it to loud speaker.  "Marcus Garner to
Mr. Jeffries office immediately.  Urgent.  It's an emergency."

In an instant Mr. Penser was in the room.  "What's going on?"

"We've just been informed by the health department that there is botulism
in some meat shipments.  Marcus will have to go through all of his
shipments immediately."

"Oh.  Well if that's all, then I'm off for the day."

He left just as Marcus came in.  His face fell when he saw me there too.
Then he looked at Paul and saw how upset he was.

"What's...what's this?"  Then he tried one final bluff.  "Eric, there's
some people waiting for you back in the stockroom.  I think -- you know --
maybe you ought to hurry.  No need to antagonize anyone."  He shot me a
meaning full look.

Paul didn't waste any words.  "Do you known the penalty for violating the
rules of the stag club?"

"Why?  What have I done?"

"Did you mail the pictures to Eric's folks?"

"No.  That was just a bluff when I announced that.  I only --" Then he
realized what he had admitted.  "Wait!  I don't know what you're talking
about."  He went white as a sheet, which for a black-haired hairy guy who
is normally beet red in the face, was quite an accomplishment.

"I'll bet if your wife saw some of the pictures of you I've taken at the
stag club, she'd not only divorce you, but would make sure you never had
custody of any of your children for the rest of your life!"

"I didn't do anything. Is Eric making up lies about me?"

"Never mind, Marcus.  I'll just call her now and show her some pictures I
have.  You wanted to hurt Eric and victimize his parents in the process, so
let's see how you like it when she gets down here."

He opened his rolodex and picked up the phone.  Marcus was beside him in a
second, trying to keep him from making the call.

"Wait, Paul..."

"Marcus, where is the letter?"

"It's safe."

"No, give it to me.  I want it now."

"Well, I can't --"

"I'm calling your wife.  It's that or give me the letter."

"I don't have the letter."

I looked up.  "What?  Sure you do!"

"I gave it to those two jocks."

Paul looked so mad it was like he was going to have a stroke.  "What
possessed you to do a stupid thing like that?"

"I don't know.  I wanted them to be able to do whatever they wanted to
Eric.  And they are so stupid, all they could think of was that he should
mow their lawns and do chores.  Can you imagine?"

 "You're through, Marcus.  Your life is over as of now!"

"Wait!  I'll get it back!"

I looked at my watch.  It was almost noon, time to meet Jerry Bexler at
Leo's Beef Harvest.

"How can you get it back, Marcus?"

"I don't know but let me go do that.  Please don't call wife."

"If you can't find it by 5 o'clock today, I'm going to your house with all
the evidence, and calling the head of the stag club to come deal with you
permanently.  This can't go on any longer."

"I need to go" I said.

Paul seemed to have almost forgotten about me.  "Oh.  Right.  Well if they
show up at your house, call me right away.  Otherwise I'll be in touch
before you move away."

"He's moving away?" Marcus asked in surprise.

"That's no longer any of your concern" Paul snapped.  "You are out of
Eric's life forever as of now."

I left, glad to get away from all that.

Outside the parking lot was more crowded than this morning, with more noise
and confusion among the car wash operations.  Since my car was as far away
from all this as possible, I thankfully hurried over to it.  Even with the
tension in Paul's office, I still had not completely lost my erection.  I
wondered if the awesome but unwanted blow job from Gordon was responsible.
It was then that I saw his car pulling in.  Isaac jumped out, waving back
to him.

"I'll have another load for you this afternoon" he called cheerfully.
Gordon honked his horn in appreciation.

I shook my head, picturing Isaac saving his cum in little jars for Gordon,
at least when Gordon wasn't getting it directly from the tap.  I pictured
Isaac trying to get more money by going on jacking marathons.  And then I
realized I was getting hard just thinking about that.  I could have kicked
myself.  I got in my car and headed to the Beef Harvest, mad at myself that
anything about sex could get me so turned on lately.




Jerry spotted me the minute I walked in the place.  He had been watching
the door, and he waved me over.  He was nicely dressed in a brown golf
shirt that set off his eyes and hair which were also brown.  His handsake
was warm and his mane friendly.H Light colored slacks and loafers completed
the picture.  His handshake was warm and his manner friendly.

We sat across from each other in a booth.  I couldn't help but remember
that it was just a week ago that Robby cut out my pants' pocket while Yancy
and Kevin sat across from us here in this very spot.  I felt like I was
living in a whole new world.

Once we started eating, Jerry quietly explained his offer.  "When I saw
your nipples last night, I realized you have the perfect build for a
certain type of feature that there is a high demand for in the sex trade."

"I'm not sure I really want to make porn movies or sell myself as a male
prostitute."

He winced.  "It's not like that.  It really isn't.  Just suffice it to say
some people with highly specialized sexual interests will pay a very big
price for someone with your build and sensitive nipples."

I guess he saw the doubtful look on my face, so he explained.  "In some
people the nipples seem to be a direct and highly developed channel to the
balls and dick.  In those people, play with their nipples and do it long
enough, and they'll have an orgasm without ever touching their genitals.
And it will be a more highly charged orgasm than they ever get any other
way.  So if they have this tendency and they have money, they will pay
almost any price to be able to work the nipples of a healthy muscular young
man until he literally writhes is sensual torment as his penis erupts all
over the place.  And at that moment they will join you as they too erupt.
For them it is the highest pleasure they can find."

I didn't know what to say, so I explained "This sounds really interesting,
but today I learned I will be moving to Riverton City to a new job there."

He stopped and looked down at his hands.  "I see.  I didn't know.  I will
say that you could earn more in a year or two with my way than you could
probably earn in ten years at your job."

Then he looked up and over my shoulder.  I was aware of a large presence
behind me.

"Why hello, Max.  What brings you to Leo's?"

"Sheer coincidence, Jerry.  Sheer coincidence."  Without waiting to be
asked, Max Bockstrop said "May I join you?" and then settled down beside
me.  He was such a big man I was scrunched against the wall.  In fact I
could hardly move my arms once he was seated.

He picked up a menu, laying it out before him while he seemed to be
studying it.  Then he bent forward over it, which put his shoulder next to
mine, and he dropped his hand down onto my leg, above the knee.  I
unconsciously trembled.  He looked over and smiled.

"I see you still have the effects of last night, right?  Too much
excitement leaves a person with the shivers the next day.  I've seen it
often.  In fact my assistant Reynolds has that quite frequently in my
office.  You remember Reynolds, don't you, Eric?"  His hand was now in my
crotch.  With no jockstrap on, his fingers easily found my dick and began a
light movement there.

"Max, let him eat his food in peace."  It was obvious Jerry knew what he
was up to.

"Jerry, what's the second rule of the stag club?  You and I cosponsored it
in the constitution."  He waited for a reply.

Reluctantly Jerry quoted from memory, "No member shall interrupt another
member at play, unless permanent bodily hard is threatened."

Max smiled quietly, his fingers still working on my dick.  He found the
head easily, and winked at me.  He now had my trousers unzipped and he was
carefully pulling my dick out, holding the head in a firm grasp.  I gasped
from the emotion.  He really liked that, and gave the head a little chuck,
almost like a coo chi coo under a baby's chin.

"Right, Jerry.  And didn't I stay away when you were having such a fun time
with that 19 year old Brazilian sailor on leave?  You had those nipples
practically dancing."

"But the waitress, she's coming this-" Jerry started to say.

I was about to have a fit.  I was sure no one could see, but he was doing
things with my dick nobody had ever done before, not even me.

"Remember how you had the sailor boy squealing as you did your nipple thing
on him?  And I didn't even say a word."

"You're right.  But Eric and I were discussing-"

"Go right ahead and discuss."

With that the waitress came up to see if he wanted to order.  He handed her
a twenty dollar bill, said he just wanted to sit with us, and she turned to
go.  But she must have seen something in my face because she suddenly
asked, "Sir, are you all right?"

I was about to explode.  It was all I could do to hold it in.  My breath
came in twisted gasps as I replied, "Thank you...but I...ahhh...think I'm-"
and with that he gave the final twist.  I felt like my dick was in some
sort of juicer machine and it just exploded.

I know my eyes went out of focus and I know I made some sounds I probably
shouldn't have.  She gave me a look of total disgust as it dawned on her
what was happening, and she spun on her heel and left.  She thought it was
me playing with myself.

Max's hand was still down there.  I could feel him wiping my cum from his
hand onto my trousers.

"He'll be a mess when you two get up to go" Max said.  Then his fingers
returned to my dick and he began playing again.  I was really sensitive
down there.

"Max-" Jerry started to say.

"Remember the Brazilian boy.  I didn't intervene even when his tears were
heartbreaking."

"Don't give me `heartbreaking', Max.  You were as turned on and I was."

"Please stop" I said to Max.

His fingers paused, then pulled on my dick in such a way that I almost came
out of my seat.

"Down!  Eat!" Max snapped in a quiet but decisive way.

I was humiliated.  I knew for sure I wouldn't feel good until I could get
so far away from this town that nobody would ever have heard of it.  It was
like `Village of the Damned.'  Max wouldn't leave my dick alone.
Everything down there was wet and sticky and now the cum itself was getting
cold.

Turning to Jerry, Max asked, "So are your trying to get Eric to join your
stable of nipple boys?"  There was a slightly unpleasant tone now in his
voice.

Jerry looked at him levelly.  "Well you're such a dick guy, always wanting
somebody riding yours, what's wrong with being a nipple guy?"

"Getting anywhere with him?"  He had lifted my dick again, cupping it while
he slid one finger toward my balls, testing them.  Glancing at me, he said
"I guess I did a good job emptying your balls.  You won't have another load
for a few hours."

I said nothing.  Jerry said, "Eric says he's moving away.  But that won't
be a problem for me.  Distance never is."

Max looked down at me.  He was so big that even sitting beside him he
seemed to be hovering over me.

"Moving, really?  Where are you moving to?"

I didn't want him to know, but Jerry spoke up and told him.

"Riverton City?  Hmmm.  I have a cousin over that way, Heathcock Bockstrop.
Perhaps your paths will cross."  He squeezed the head again and I hunched
forward.

I thought to myself that I would make a point to never meet Heathcock
Bockstrop.  But Max was pulling his hand out of my pants now, and started
getting up.  I tried as quick as I could to zip my pants, but he was
handing the waitress the unused menu as she passed by.  That meant she was
looking down and could what I was doing. She shuddered as if I revolted
her.

When he had gone, Jerry said "Sorry about that.  Max can sometimes be a
problem."

I though to myself `you don't know the half of it' but I said nothing.  We
finished the meal in silence.  Somehow Max had left a dark cloud that shut
out the sun.

As we went back to our cars, Jerry said "Look, if things don't work out
where you're going, get back in touch with me.  I realize I should have
stopped Max just now when he started in on you, but...he's the guy I buy
most of my medical and drug equipment from, things I use in the nipple
business.  I can't really go face to face with him -- I'm too dependent on
him...and he knows it."

I told him I understood and had seen examples of that at his pharmacy.  We
stopped by his car and shook hands.  He had a warm, firm grip, and he held
on as he said, "Don't get caught up in Max's web.  He can reel you in and
you'll be helpless.  He hasn't completely succeeded with doing that to me,
but sometimes I feel too close to his net to be safe."

Then he let go of my hand.  I turned and start off when he said, quietly
but with feeling, "You're really something, Eric.  I mean it."

I looked back, grinned, and waved.  Then he got in his car and was gone.



When I got to the city park, Patrick was waiting.  He had pulled off his T,
and stood bare-chested and sweating in the summer sun.  His red running
shorts with the yellow stripe looked great against his white skin, red hair
and freckles and the dusting of red hair down his arms and legs.  His blue
eyes lighted up when he saw me, and he walked over.  I couldn't help but
notice his package, which was beginning to swell with every step.

"You better sit down and take it easy before that thing busts out of your
pants and heads home by itself."

He grinned and punched me lightly on the arm.

"My package knows what's good, and it's waiting for Yancy...but just
barely.  If I don't get relief soon, I'm liable to go down on you and bust
that fine ass of yours."

"Oh, so you've noticed my ass, have you?"

"Damn right.  Bubble butted and held high.  I could really plow that good."

"Well yours isn't too bad a butt either."  I figured that was about the
best compliment I could pay.  I had thought maybe if things went well, I
could plow his ass while Yancy serviced that bone of his.  If I'm gay, this
as good a time as any to get started doing stuff.  And just like last
night, I could feel the heat coming off his body.  For some reason he
really turned me on.

He looked over at me, and suddenly said "What's the white spots on your
pants?  Dry cum?"

I turned three shades of red.  I had totally forgotten to clean myself
after we got away from the restaurant.

"You even smell like cum."  Patrick was laughing at me.  He reached over
and patted my shirt where some of the stains were.  "What went wrong, you
couldn't wait for me and Yancy to turn you on tonight?"

I just shook my head and laughed, hoping to pass it off.  But he wouldn't
quit.  "That's why I'm so glad I don't jack.  You jackoffs get yourselves
so edged you are ready to start stroking without any sense of waiting.
Don't you know it's so much better if you wait for it?"

"Oh, you mean like you?  I don't want to pay some paper boy to paddle my
butt until I shoot."

He didn't answer.  I wondered if I had hit a nerve.  We were quiet and
nearing my apartment area, but I suddenly asked, "How long did he have to
spank you before you shot?"

He squirmed and then shook himself almost like the way a dog does
sometimes.  He craned his neck from one side to the other as he said, "I
don't know.  Different times.  It depended.  I don't count stuff like
that."

I was pulling into my parking spot.  "So you let him spank you more times
than one?"

The car had stopped and Patrick had his hand on the door knob as if he
wanted to jump out and run away.  But instead he said "Hey, look!  There's
Yancy on the landing upstairs now!"

With that he jumped out and ran upstairs.  Locking the car, I saw there was
a lot of back slapping and shoulder punching and various other greetings
between them.  Both looked as happy as little kids.  I suddenly felt a
twinge, realizing how much it meant to both of them to be together.

I hurried upstairs, got the door unlocked, and we all three went in.
Patrick went to use the bathroom, which gave me a minute with Yancy to
catch up.

"Did you sign the contract with Mr. Bockstrop?"

"No.  I was going to, but I remembered what you had said about waiting.  So
I told him I needed to ask my mother.  He tried to get me to sign anyway,
but I didn't."

"Good.  Now I'll tell you about my new job.  I got approved and there's an
opening at our store in Riverton City."

"Riverton City?  That's over near where I used to live. Patrick and I live
in Cottonwood, just a few miles south.  Everybody goes in to Riverton City
to shop and all."

With the bathroom door open, we could hear the final splatters from
Patrick's mighty pee.  Yancy grinned and pointed in the direction of the
bathroom.

"Have you ever known anybody who can pee as much and as often as Patrick?
It's like that's his special ability or something."

From the look in his eyes, I could tell how much he liked Patrick.  Again I
felt a twinge.  And then Patrick was back in the room with us, still
pulling up his red gym shorts.

"Damn, that thing of mine was glad to get out and look around with me and
get some relief.  Hell I wouldn't take a leak at that city park bathroom.
It smelled like everybody just went in there to piss on the floor.  My guy
just doesn't like to go with those conditions."

"Well" I said, "I'm sure it's ready for a good time, isn't it?"

"Damn straight.  Or it will be as soon as it gets to see Yancy moving in on
him."

"Then let's go back into the bedroom."



We had gone back in the bedroom when I said, "OK, Yancy, it's your show
from here on.  How are we going to do this?"

"Patrick's going to strip and stand by the picture window up front until
I'm ready."

"No, Yancy, he can't do that.  Not my picture window.  There's been too
much nudity in front of it lately.  They'll kick me out if I'm not
careful."

Patrick was pacing.  "I thought it'd just be you and me, Yancy, like it
used to be."  He looked really uneasy.  His package which had been trying
to find a way out of those shorts now seemed to be subsiding.

"Well Eric's my friend now, and he gets to be around for whatever we do."

"Why can't we do it the way we used to?"  Patrick was almost whining.

"Things are different now.  Like Eric said, we can't expose you in his big
front window.  Man you used to look great -- scared but great -- when I'd
make you do it at your house.  But go ahead and strip now, Patrick.  Do it
my way or I won't do it at all."

I was enjoying this.  "If he doesn't get you off, you'll have to go back to
paying the paper boy to spank it out of you" I said.

Patrick turned red.

"What?" Yancy squeaked.  "Jimmy Andrews?  Little Jimmy Andrews?  You paid
him to spank the stuff out of you?"

"Well I had to do something" Patrick said sheepishly.  "You weren't
around."

"How'd you get him to do it?  I mean he's half your size and he's only like
13.  He should have been afraid it was some sort of trap."

"I think he was.  But I paid him five bucks so he trusted me."

I decided to pull a sneaky on Patrick, so I asked "Did you have to pay him
five bucks every time?"

Before he stopped to think, he said "Not every time.  The last couple of
times he did it for free."

Yancy went wild.  "You mean you've been getting off all this time, but
using Jimmy's spanking to do it?"

"It wasn't that many" Patrick muttered, dropping his gaze.  "And another
guy on the summer sports team was getting spanked to get off.  That's how I
learned it."

"What did the paperboy get to do to you in return for you not having to
pay?"  I was curious.

"I don't...remember."

But Yancy had questions too.  "You let him paddle you butt-ass naked?"

"Yes."

"I bet he really got off on that" I said.

Patrick kind of laughed.  "Especially the last few times.  He got so he
liked seeing me naked, and I could tell because he kept grabbing his little
crotch and practically dancing around before he started."

"I bet he couldn't wait to get home and jack off," I said.

Patrick's face turned a little red.  "Yeah...well he got me to jerk him off
those last times.  That's why he spanked my butt for free."

Poor Yancy was just outdone.  "Patrick!  I can't believe you'd do something
like that,"

"Well I wasn't beating my own meat.  If it's somebody else's I'm jacking I
guess it's ok.  Besides I didn't have that many spare five dollars to be
throwing around."

Yancy was ready to put an end to the conversation.  "Patrick, stand up and
strip.  Get off the bed and then when I'm ready you'll lie across the bed
sideways, so your head is over one side and your legs are hanging over the
other.  I'll tie your hands behind your back like we always do."

"I don't want my hands tied.  You said we're doing it different this time.
And I don't want to stand around naked and I don't like anybody watching me
when you and I do that."

I tried to give him some confidence.  "Patrick, if it'll make it any easier
on you, I'll strip too."  He certainly was not the same confident guy he
was last night.

He stood beside the bed and started taking his shirt and shorts off,
finally peeling down his briefs.  All this sexual talk had gotten to him.
His dick was hanging long and it was moist at the tip.  I got out of my
clothes and Yancy did too.  I was not hard yet, thanks to Max Bockstrop's
milking me at lunch.  Yancy was boning up in good time, finally dancing
around buck naked letting his pecker bounce along with his body.  That's
when he said to me:

"Eric, get your knees on Patrick's' shoulders when he's stretched out.  I
don't want him suddenly grabbing my head and pulling me deep throat on that
bone of his.  That's why I started tying his hands before."

I grinned at Yancy, realizing this would have my dick hanging down in his
face.  I knew that would drive Patrick crazy.

"Sounds good to me" I said, and began lowering my knees onto his shoulders.
When I was almost in place Patrick realized where that would put my dick.

"No I don't want somebody's damn dick in my face.  I don't suck dick.  I'm
no fag!"

Yancy stood his ground.  He was already getting ready to lean forward onto
Patrick's dick.  "We do it this way or not at all.  How much do you really
want this, Patrick?"

"I want it bad!  I swear, you don't know what it was like having to find
substitutes for this stuff.  I hate being paddled.  And it was never as
good as this way."

"Then we'll do it my way.  Tell your face to get ready for something good
from Eric."

I repositioned myself so my knees now were between his arm pits and my legs
would keep his arms from grabbing anything.  I leaned forward as my dick
bobbed slowly across Patrick's face.  He started to complain, but my dick
swished across his lips and he closed them tightly.

I started playing with his nips as I said, "Open your lips, Patrick."

I looked down his body to where Yancy was licking the shaft of his dick
like a candy cane.  Yancy caught my eye and said "Mouth, Patrick, or I
stop."

He did stop.  It took Patrick just a second before he let out a reluctant
moan and opened his mouth.

"Tongue, Patrick" Yancy told him.

At that moment I thought his tongue was the greatest thing I had ever
felt. My dick, still mostly soft, slipped gently into his mouth.  I think I
could have fallen in love with a mouth like that.  The thin lips pursed,
opened, and the tongue not only received me but sloshed around the head
with a mighty lick.  I groaned.

Yancy, looking up, grinned as he lollypoped the tip of Patrick's dick.
"Sounds like Patrick's doing a good job up there."

I looked down his white body, the freckles dotting the landscape, the wisps
of red chest hair, and the innie belly button waiting for me.  Then I
looked at the start of his wildly red treasure trail.  I returned to
playing with his nipples.  They were like pencil erasers, and were just as
rubbery now.

Yancy still hadn't started in full force on Patrick's bone.  It was tall
and hard, but he continued lapping around the top and licking up and down
the shaft.  I could tell Patrick was getting restless.

"Come on, Yance" he said.  "Let's get to the real stuff.  You don't need to
make it last this time, we can do it again tonight.  I just want to get
off."

Yancy looked up.  Again he stopped work.  "All in good time."

At that point, I guess I was the only one working.  I was about finished
with his nipples and was looking for other stuff to do.  My dick rested
comfortably in his mouth, and he was keeping his lips closed around it.  He
was doing a good job on it.  When he got too much saliva and swallowed, it
gave my dick an extra charge.  But once I bone up, this will change.  Then
he opened his mouth and my dick came out.

"Yancy...Yance, come on man."

"You want me to borrow a paddle from Eric and see if that'll get you off
better than what I'm doing?"

"No, man.  Come on, have a heart."

"Why isn't Eric's dick in your mouth?"

"Because I was trying to talk.  Have you ever tried to talk with a dick in
your mouth?"

Yancy started in sucking.  Patrick was really responding, so much so that
my dick wasn't getting much service except his tongue did some pressure
work on it.  That's when I reached down him and used my index finger to run
around inside his belly button.  I thought he was going to come off the bed
like he'd been shot.

He and Yancy both said "Hey!" at the same time.  When Yancy saw why he
bucked so badly, he started laughing.

"Way to go, Eric!  What else do you want?"

I said quietly, "I want his butt."

Patrick tried to rare up, but I had him pinned too tightly.  However it was
Yancy who surprised me when he said, "Well that's fine, but if you get his
butt than I get yours."

I moved my fingers slowly down Patrick's chest and stomach until I reached
the top of his pubes.  I pulled on a couple of them lightly.  My face now
wasn't far from Yancy's.  I whispered, "Then you get your fingers to work
while you're blowing him, and open up his ass."

"I didn't make him take an enema like I usually do.  It'll be dirty down
there."

"Well, it's easier for you to wash your hands afterwards than for me to
plow into something that's never been opened."  I paused a moment, then
added "Besides, Yancy, it's fun."

Patrick had quit sucking me.  "Hey!  Don't I have a say in this?  After
all, it is my butt."

Yancy already had three fingers is his mouth, slobbering and sucking away.
When he pulled them out, I realized they were a mixture of Patrick's precum
and Yancy's saliva.  They certainly looked slick enough to be inserted
anywhere.

As he lined them up on Patrick's hole, he said "That's true, Patrick, but
this is something we are all involved in.  While he's fucking you, I'll be
screwing him.  Think what a turn on that will be.  And if your guy hasn't
unloaded by that time, I'll make sure I pull another load from you."

He went back to blowing Patrick while he rammed one finger in, then 2, and
after a few minutes a third.  Patrick groaned and bucked, but I knew he
would blow his load any minute now.

Then he cried "Wait!  Don't finish me now.  Let me shot while you two are
screwing.  From what I felt from his fingers, once you get that monster of
yours fully rammed into me, I'll blow a load like you've never seen
before."

Yancy pulled out and ran to wash his fingers.  Patrick stayed rock hard.  I
got out two rubbers, and handed one to Yancy when he got back.  I also got
out lube and prepared myself as well as my rubbered dick.

While all this preparation was going on, Patrick suddenly asked, "Wait,
what do I get out of all this?"

Before Yancy could reply, I voiced what I had been mulling over since this
morning.  "Patrick, I'll be moving to Riverton City.  I'm going to ask
Yancy to come move in with me there.  Cottonwood is not that far away.  We
could get together a lot.  You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?"

This took both guys by surprise.  I wanted to keep Yancy away from
Bockstrop's clutches, and I definitely wanted to be with him.  But I was
having some feelings for Patrick too, just maybe not the deep ones I had
for Yancy.

Patrick was doubtful.  "But...will Yance still get to help me out?  You
know, service me when I'm needing relief?"

"I think that would be up to you and him.  But if he did, could I have
access to your butt again?"

"We haven't done it the first time yet.  How do you know you'd even like
it?"

Then Yancy spoke up.  "What about the money I could make at the pharmacy?
He promised be a special salary range because I'd be going things for him."

"There's an employee of his I want you to talk to.  But for now, let's see
how well we can do a sort of three way."

I got Patrick to lie on his back and lift his legs onto my shoulders.  I
lined my dick up with his hole, and pressed against it.  It was harder than
I would have thought.  I mean I pushed but it didn't want to go in.
Finally I said "Push out while I push in."  That did it, and I was inside.
It was tight but it was a wonderful kind of warm too.  Then Yancy came up
behind me, I spread my legs wide and leaned on Patrick, and Yancy got in.
His wasn't that long or thick, so I didn't have the problem I think Patrick
was having with mine.  His dick throbbed against my stomach and chest, hot
and pulsing, still dripping from Yancy's saliva and his own precum.

This was all so new, there was no hope we could all cum at the same time.
But we did pretty well.  Yancy got excited and shot first, while I plunged
even deeper into Patrick.  But when his pole spattered spunk everywhere, I
shot deep into him and we collapsed on each other.  Finally we just lay
there exhausted.

In the silence, Yancy suddenly said "You know, we ought to practice this
more often so we get it right next time."


                 (End of Chapter Sixteen)