Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 13:34:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Got (Part 4)

I didn't know for sure who was following us, but since
we weren't far from my house and we had the video
tape, I figured all we had to do was get home and hide
the car in back, and wait to see what happened next.
All the time that Kevin was driving, I had been
pulling tape out of the cassette so we could burn it
or shred it when we got home.

I got Kevin to turn left near the old ballfield, and
we went to my house by the back way.  Glancing out the
side mirror, I saw nobody was following us now, so I
figured we had escaped Butch and Norton.  With luck, I
could have Kevin all to myself for a while.  My dick
gave a nudge at that.

We came up the dirt alley and pulled into my back
yard.  My folks wouldn't think it was odd that I
hadn't used the driveway; I guess they have either
gotten used to my ways or maybe have just given up on
me.  A light was on in my folk's bedroom.  The back
porch and outside stairs were dark but empty.  We got
out of the car quietly, and went up to my room.

"Let's get rid of this tape before we do anything
else."

Kevin nodded.  We took a knife and began slicing up
the tape.  It was almost like a snake, slithering as
we sliced and cut.  When all of it had been stuffed
into the wastebasket, I told him we'd carry it down to
the garbage can later.  My mom would think I had a
defective tape and wouldn't even ask me about it.

"I'm glad that's gone," Kevin said.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want anybody seeing us like that."

"Reckon they'd jack off to it if they did?"  There was
a sort of little boy quality to some of Kevin's
questions, as if he had just discovered the facts of
life and wasn't sure how they were supposed to work.

"Would you like it if they jacked off thinking of
you?"

"I don't know.  But yeah, I guess I would."

Kevin paused as if he was imagining himself as a porn
star, a little smile on his lips.

I reached over and put my arm on his shoulder.  "Want
to do a little porn stuff now, with us as the stars?"

"What about your dick?  Larry said if you worked it at
all, it would itch and burn like mad."

"I'm willing to take the chance."  I started
unbuttoning his shirt.  His chest was smooth and
strong.  By the time I started on his pants, his dick
was already up.  His breath was getting husky
sounding.  Sex really got to him.  It seemed to
refocus everything in his life on that one moment of
shooting off.  I told myself this was a guy I could
really have some great times with.  I liked the way
his bone already had a slight tremble to it, like a
dog lifting his head to sniff the wind on a fall day.

Without saying anything, he began undressing me.  When
I stepped out of my clothes, he dropped down and took
my dick in his mouth.  He was great.  His tongue went
to work, and within a few minutes I was pumping into
his mouth as fast as I could.

And that's when it hit me.  The itching started, and
it was worse than before.  I was horny, wanting to get
ready to shoot, and all I could think of was pulling
my dick out so I could scratch it.

I let out a groan. Kevin looked up, and I pulled out.

"My dick is about to itch off."

Kevin reached up and took my pole and began pumping it
for all he was worth.  His hands were rough and that
gave some relief to my itching.  His strokes were full
length, powerful, rubbing the heck out of my itches,
and building up in force.  It was like he understood
my dick better than I did.

As I built up to shoot my load, he inserted two
fingers up my butt, and I nearly went up on tiptoe. He
got them inside me, and then slowly spread them apart.
 I had never had a feeling like that before.  And then
I remembered.  When Butch had me at the fence one
time, holding me against it with my dick sticking out
and people looking, he had done that with his fingers
too.  Now I figured I knew where Kevin had learned
that.  And I wondered how much else he had learned
from Butch.

So Kevin knew how to push all my buttons: not only was
he busily sending me into orbit, but all my memories
of Butch were coming into focus too.  It was like two
worlds came together here in my room.  Kevin picked up
speed, and suddenly I shot.  He got his mouth on it
right away, and swallowed whole spurts of cum.

I was still trembling, and he was still swallowing,
when he began to move his fingers inside me again.
Pushing as far in as he could, he hit my love nut and
the final spurts shot out.  Then, removing my dick and
wiping his mouth, he carefully moved his fingers up my
dick, clearing the channel of any drops of cum.  When
he was through, he took both hands, put them over and
under my dick like he was making a snadwich, and made
a sort of rolling motion. That eased the itching and I
could relax.

I stood him up and then went down on his dick. As he
built to a climax, I reached behind him and inserted
two fingers into him.  It was remarkable how easily
they went in.  I wondered what else had been up there,
and began to have some ideas of my own.

He had a great butt.  It was smooth and round, and his
muscles trembled as my fingers went in.  Taking my
other hand, I caressed his butt while the fingers were
inside probing.  Kevin made a sound like "Ahhh,"
relaxed, and I knew I had found my spot.  When he
shot, it was like a rocket going off.

When we were through, we got dressed.  "I need to get
that other bottle of stuff from Larry so I can get
these spots to go away.  The itching is about to kill
me."

"But we can't break in.  He's a cop and 'breaking and
entering' is a crime, and he'd be sure to know it was
us."

"I wonder where he got that stuff from," I asked, not
expecting an answer.  But Kevin surprised me.

"From New Orleans.  He goes over there sometimes on
his off days, and hangs out on some back streets where
he can find almost anything."

"Kevin, how do you know that?"

"He and Butch hang out some, and Butch told me.  I
hadn't seen Larry to know who he was until tonight,
but I'd heard Butch talk about him."

That was a surprise.  So Butch and Larry knew each
other pretty well, and maybe they were involved in all
this together.  Maybe Larry showing up at the gym
tonight wasn't just an accident.

"What else has Butch told you about Larry?"

Kevin gave an embarrassed grin.  "Well, if he ever
found out I told anyone, I don't know what he'd do."

The look on Kevin's face told me he really wanted to
tell, he just needed encouragement.  "What kind of
things have they done?"

"I'm not sure.  But I do know Butch and his girl Sadie
have gone at it while Larry hid and watched."

"What?"

"Yeah.  Butch's been dicking Sadie since last spring,
and Butch likes an audience.  He made me watch a
couple of times."

"Wait a minute.  Butch has sex with Sadie and he also
has sex with you?"

"Not all the time.  I mean he's done it with me
sometimes, but mainly when Sadie won't give it to him
or when she's out of town or stuff."

"Did you mind it when he did it with you?"

"No, because he was my brother and he was showing me
ways to have fun.  I mean when I first heard about
jerking off, I tried it a couple of times and that was
about it.  But when he showed me different ways to do
it, and ways to make it last longer, and ways to
really have fun, it was a whole new world.  And like I
say, he didn't do it to me too much lately, since he
and Sadie started going at it."

"So Butch likes it both ways: guys and girls."

Kevin seemed flustered.  "No.  No way. He's straight.
I mean when he messes with me, sometimes we're just
playing around, and sometimes because he just has to
have some sex and I'm his brother and all.  But he's
not gay or nothing."

I realized Kevin was the most innocent person I had
ever known.  But I didn't want to disillusion him.

"What about Larry and that stuff about him watching?"

"I think what it was, is that Larry was on patrol one
night, and Butch and Sadie were going at in the car.
When Butch shot off, he looked up and saw Larry
looking in the window at them."

"Did Larry give them a ticket or anything?"

"Butch said no, that Larry's eyes were sort of glazed,
and afterward he saw some cum on the ground, and
realized Larry had jerked off watching them do it.  So
Butch kind of had him after that.  He's gotten Larry
to bring stuff back from New Orleans for him too.
Anyhow, sometimes Butch tells Larry where he and Sadie
will be, and Larry tries to watch."

"That sounds like a dangerous game."

"As long as Larry does what Butch wants, it's OK with
Butch.  But he says some day he'll make sure Larry
gets caught at that."

"Butch sounds like the same mean bastard he used to
be."

"He is, Jason.  That's why we gotta be careful."

My dick was itching something fierce, and I was
worried I would take all the skin off it if I couldn't
get something to soothe it.

"I'm willing to be careful Kevin, but I gotta get
something for my dick."

"You've got me, what else do you need?"  Kevin had a
really great grin.

"Be serious."  I started scratching at my dick again.
It felt hot and itchy, and I unzipped my pants and
took it out.  I scratched at it while Kevin watched
with a happy grin.

"Let me see if I can put something on it to cool it
down," he said.

"Like what, ice cubes?"  I could imagine my dick
freezing and itching all at the same time.

"Let's go to a drugstore and see if we can't find some
sort of thing for burns or maybe insect bites that'll
take the heat and itching away.  It's worth a try, and
a lot safer than breaking into Larry's."

Kevin had a good grasp of logic.  What he was
suggesting made sense.  And while it was getting to be
late at night by now, there was at least one all-night
drugstore down near the bus station.

I put my dick back in my pants, sighed, and said, "OK,
let's go."

On the way I was surprised at how empty the streets
were.  Usually the main streets had some traffic most
of the night, but in late August everybody was on
vacation or at the beach or something.

The drugstore had a little more action than the
streets had.  We didn't see anybody we knew, but we
could see a bunch of older people and couples and all,
everybody shopping for something.  Kevin found a
couple of things, we paid the cashier, and we started
to head back to my room.

Then Kevin asked, "You want to go by the school
instead?"

"Why?"

"Well we wouldn't have your folks downstairs there."

That sounded like a good idea, and so we did.

When we were in the locker room, I stripped down and
Kevin started applying stuff to my dick.  At first it
didn't seem to make much difference, but then it
seemed to start taking effect.  With Kevin's hand
pumping my oiled dick, the cooling effect took place.

I was just wondering if I could possibly shoot off
another time, when we heard noises and Butch and
Norton rushed in.

"Caught you!" Norton cried.  He still had his damn
camera with him.

Kevin jumped back, and I started to get up off the
bench where I had laid when Kevin was applying the
salve.

"This is too good!  Norton, hold him" Butch shouted as
he grabbed my arms.  Norton grabbed my ankles and held
them, while Butch told Kevin to get some rope from the
utility closet.  Kevin refused and started running
out.  They let him go.

"We'll get him later.  Norton, sit on his chest while
I get some rope."

It didn't take long for them to have my hands and
ankles tied to each of the bench legs.  I couldn't
move.  Butch grinned evilly.

"Well, I can see the making of another great film
here.  When I saw you at the drugstore, I figured I'd
follow you.  And now here you are.  Norton, what
should we do this time?"

My heart sank at Norton's answer.  "Shave him."

Butch looked at my half hard dick.  "What's the
problem here?  Looks like Larry spilled some of his
New Orleans sauce on it."  He leaned over and thumped
my dick.

Norton set up the camera while Butch got the shaving
equipment from the training locker.  I hoped the blade
wasn't rusty.

Butch fondled my balls, checking the hair there.  Then
he began putting shaving cream from my naval to my
dick.  And for good measure he lathered up my dick as
well.  Norton's camera was running.  "I'm zooming in
close," he said.

It's a weird feeling getting shaved down there.
Feeling the hair going, and having a guy hold your
dick like it was a handle while he swished the razor
on the hairs, was the most different feeling I've ever
had.

"Don't worry," Butch said, "these hairs will grow back
twice as fast and twice as thick.  And it'll do
wonders for your sex life."

His hand holding onto my dick was getting results.  He
was rolling it and then squeezing it and then pumping
it, and all the while with his other hand he was
shaving my hairs away.  Also, I guess maybe I was
remembering the times at the fence or something, but
my dick was almost welcoming Butch back again.  And I
could figure that with my hairs gone, my dick would
look twice as tall as it stood there.

Butch splashed some water across my crotch, and when I
looked down all the hair was gone.  It felt cold or
windy or something down there.

"Your public is going to love you" Butch said.  I
didn't know what he meant, but I didn't want to find
out either.  He thumped my dick again, and now that my
pole was rigid it hurt to get thumped.  My dick bobbed
back and forth.

I couldn't move my arms or legs, I was just spread out
there helpless and he could do whatever he wanted to
me.  I knew it, and Butch knew it too.  He gave me a
nasty, horny grin.

"Now we're gonna have some fun."

              (End of Part 4)
Thanks to all of you who have taken the time to write.
 I appreciate your support. - Bart Hanks
Bart384@Yahoo.Com