Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2013 10:23:04 -0500
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter One Nineteen

Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although
based on non-fictional events.  It contains sexual acts involving males of
high school age as well as older males.  There are scenes of involuntary
humiliation and punishment, some of them graphic.  If this subject matter
is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit
now.  Now kid!  You have been warned.  This story is the property of the
author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without
written consent.  Otherwise enjoy it to your heart's content.  Emails
expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to:
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(NOTE: This story continues the "prequel" series begun with Chapter 110.
Although this series is a stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to
begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One.  The characters in
this prequel, especially the bodybuilder Bo Harrison and the cop Jim Larson
will make more sense then.)  So here we go again...


Chapter 119

Wednesday Jul 3

	After Rich had a notably abbreviated discussion with his dad over
supper, coded and cryptic to the point of bordering on incomprehensible,
more inference than substance, he retired to the garage to contemplate his
next strategy in their escalating war of nerves.  And of course there was
that telltale itching in his crotch reminding him something was up,
something important he was being excluded from.  Something like hiding the
presents December 23rd, like keeping him busy in the garage buying time to
assemble the new bike.  But this itching was something else, another one of
his dick-oriented hunches like that Wednesday night he "accidentally"
stumbled into the garage to see his dad and his friends, not only working
out but working out naked!  And not only naked but doing unbelievable sex
shit!  And that same hunch to go running after that chunky-monkey Larry
after he broke up their fuck party.  And the more he followed his hunches –
okay followed his dick! – the more all the pieces just kept tumbling
together.  So when his dad said he was going to be over at Larry's tonight
the guys getting together for a poker game, Rich smelled the whole Danish
sardine factory, and springing that telltale boner in the process.  He had
just spent the previous night with Larry, having burgers and beers –
cokes for Rich – at their downtown sports bar restaurant watching the
Brewers.  Lose.  And no matter how many hints Rich dropped about taking the
party back to Larry's, it was no go.  The drive back to Rich's was torture,
thinking he had done something wrong, something to turn Larry sour on their
scene.  So when Larry made a slight detour through the park he had Rich's
pants down so fast Rich almost shot his load more from relief than from
horniness.  But passing car lights put a stop to that, and any chance Rich
could return the favor and finish off the young hairy cop, lights or no
lights was another no go.  On the way home Rich had to admit they were both
acting stupid but their friendship slash relationship slash sex thing was
not going to be jeopardized, now that they were getting on a better footing
with each other.  Rich heard the word "foot" and started laughing.
	"I'll tell ya all about it next time" Rich saw the front light come
on "I gotta go."
	"Soon, stud."
	"Sooner, stud!" and Rich was in the house, cursing the automatic
porch light.  His hunch told him not to jack off that night but hold it
for... what?



	So it was one very pissed and sexually over-charged Rich who
started throwing the weights around the second he heard his dad's car
leave.  Leaving for Larry's?  Yeah right.  He was tearing through his chest
feeling the blood leave his crotch and pump into his pecs like two big
erections when his inner alarm clock started chiming in stereo next.  To
keep from grabbing his dick and jacking it then and there he focused
instead on his shoulders routine, the long hot minutes ticking by more and
more slowly until he yelled out loud to the empty garage,
	"What the FUCK?  Nobody's gonna barge in on me tonight for a
CHANGE?"
	But there was only silence and the sound of crickets from that damp
corner of the garage.  He muttered "screw it, I must be losing it" and
started on legs next.  He hated legs.  He made it half-way through the set
then just sat there, throwing a towel over his head, his hands tugging at
the terrycloth to keep from tugging something lower, deep in thought and
doubt feeling minute after long minute getting pissed away. And his
suspicions and hunches burning a hole in his tented shorts and
	"Told ya he'd be in here!"
	Rich whipped the towel off his head and there was the whole gang,
big John smiling nervously taking up the entire doorway and behind him Joel
and – surprise surprise! – John's on-again off-again
summer-acquisition puppy-dog shadow Sam Timmerman, baby brother of Terry
the Hulk, the dreaded but irreplaceable core of their defensive line.  Sam
was almost two years younger than his terrorizing brother, but what Terry
did with mass and brutality, Sam did with bluff and stealth.  And not a
little mass.  All the while playing off his "poor baby brother" act,
getting into trouble almost as often as Terry.  "Little" Sam may have been
big for his age but everyone kidded he had played too many games without
his helmet.  So John just called him "my little shadow" not that the
"little" sophomore took offense at it.  Once they all started pouring in
the door, who should be bringing up the rear but Mister Star Student, Brian
Bennings himself.
	"What the hell you guys doing here?" looking at John "you told me
you were all going to Brian's for – "
	"The game got rained out we got bored" John looked around, almost
expecting naked adults to be lurking in the shadows somewhere "and I know
this place is never boring so we came here instead of hanging at the mall."
	"Yeah, girls drooling all over you gets so..." Sam started.
	"Like totally yesterday" Joel did his best cheerleader caricature,
even nailing the head-flip part.  They all broke up laughing.
	"So I finally get to see the famous Norton gym" Sam looked around a
bit underwhelmed.
	"So when did you get back Sam?  Thought you guys were in – "
	"This morning" Sam rolled his eyes "just in time for the relatives
and holiday fun double order on the bratty cousins" looking around the
garage with the same nervous expectant expression as John's "and y'know
when the guys suggested coming here – "
	"Geez Norton, put some clothes on!" from John, trying to keep a
straight face "y'never know who might – " nodding at his bare shiny
chest and semi-visible chubbing.
	"Not what you expected huh Sam?" from Joel, his eyes back and forth
between Rich and Sam, gauging his reaction.
	"My hunch this place was – " Sam continued to scan the room,
tagteaming John.
	"What d'ya mean famous?" Rich glared at Joel "what did you?"
	"Not word one okay?"
	"C'mon Norton, the guys know your dad – the big muscle stud with
the musclehead son c'mon Rich" Sam always needed to gain points with these
seniors "and t'think you got to look like that with just a few old pieces
of equipment like this.  So very impressive Norton, so very glad I finally
got invited to join the party" his eyes taking in the semi-naked muscled
body sitting there, shiny sweat making all those rippled muscles look
almost amazing under the lousy garage lights.
	"Thanks Timberman" glancing at Brian "you sure as hell quiet
tonight.  What's up Bennings?"
	"Don't mind him" Joel chuckled "rough weekend for party boy."
	"I wish" Brian scanning the garage like he expected to see
something as well, with his eyes returning again and again to Rich's bare
chest "no, just I was over at Matt's and his brother..."
	"Serious?"
	"No just another visit to the ER, he's fine, just his meds need to
be... I dunno..."
	"Sucks, sorry.  Tell Matt hey and hope things get better okay?"
	"Will do."
	"But on a lighter note" Joel went to the set of weights "while you
guys are boring each other with wholesome holiday plans – while you bore
each other wasting time I so know Norton there won't mind me for one
getting some quick workout time in" all but pushing him off the bench.  Sam
took a swig from his cup of iced coffee, almost missing the shadow of a
wink between Joel and John "don't know about you guys but I don't wanna end
up like Bombo there."
	"Aren't you a bit overdressed?" Sam made a point of Joel's school
sweatshirt and cut-off jeans "like you haven't left Bombo in the dust
already" like he was one to talk.  Joel turned on him but then Rich started
laughing.
	"He got you there, Merklins.  Serves you right!"
	"Careful Rich m'boy" Joel wagged his finger at him "don't wanna be
getting on my bad side, remember?"
	"Oh I'm SO scared" Rich was shaking and laughing.
	"Yeah puppydog, Joel's right" John shook his head "in his own
twisted way.  We could all use some work-out time" turning to Sam, the only
one who could get away with riling Joel "you too!  Let's see if all those
new muscles you've been bragging about are beach-ready."
	"I haven't been – "
	"Teams!" Joel yelled out "we can do teams.  Bombo and the puppy dog
there" seeing Sam's reaction and John's miffed expression "and you and me
Rich m'boy."
	"And what about me?" Brian stayed in his chair, wiping his forehead
with the bottom of his t-shirt.
	"You're the ref!" Joel gave him a thumbs-up "make sure nobody
cheats.  Team that does the worst hasta do – "
	"Joel chill!" Rich tried.
	"Yeah I can come up with penalties for the loser."
	"NO!"
	"Oh relax" Brian laughed "would you rather be teammates with me and
let Joel decide on – "
	"Fuck NO!"
	"Well then..." Brian hid the smirk "Then girls, we warm up with
jumping jacks!"
	And just like that Sam and Rich started jumping.
	"Penalty!" Brian laughed "I didn't say: Captain sez."
	"Aw c'mon no fair!"
	"Okay this once but next time, look out."
	"Brian you are wicked.  Lame but wicked" Joel smirked, containing
his amusement.
	"Coming from you that's a compliment" looking around the room
"Captain sez: change into work-out clothes.  Except you Norton, you're
already almost naked" letting the word hang in the air long enough to hear
a nervous cough or two.
	"I didn't bring anything" poor sophomore Sam looked like he lost
his lunch money, like he lost before the game even started.
	"Here I'll find something" Rich went over to the laundry bag and
dug out a pair of running shorts "here."
	"Ew gross" John mugged "Rich already wore those!"
	"For your information they're my dad's, like you would want them
huh?"
	"Clean enough, right?" Sam pulled off his three-sizes-too-big
green-and-gold t-shirt and before anybody else moved a muscle tugged down
his worn jeans.  He stood there the second guy to be almost naked, his
baggy plaid boxers hanging almost to his knees.  He stepped into the
running shorts from Rich, and tugged them on.  They were at least two sizes
too small to have been worn by either Rich or his dad but he tugged them on
anyway, barely covering his boxers at top and bottom.  It was too funny.
	"Y'got another pair in there?" John was getting redder and redder.
	"Yeah how about these?" tossing another pair at John.  John
recognized them right away as the ones that the Italian Stallion wore the
first night.  The stains were still visible.
	"Ew gross" Brian mocked John.
	"I'll live."
	"Thanks Norton but no thanks" from Brian "remember I'm just
reffing"
	"Or when it gets hot in here y'could wear these" Joel pulled out a
second pair from his gymbag "I least they ain't somebody's cumrag."
	"Yet" John muttered soft enough so only Joel could here, forgetting
Brian could real lips.  Joel just shrugged and turned his back as his
cut-offs came down, his meaty furry butt framed by the straps of a jock.
He was a bit surprised when he noticed Brian got up to change even though
he had no pressing need at that exact moment.  And he was more than
surprised when he saw – when everyone saw – Brian was commando under
his jeans.  And the bastard did not even bother turning away when his pants
came down, like he wanted everyone to perv on his disproportionately long
cock.
	"Okay Captain says: stop staring at my dick.  Penalty Joel!"
	"You wish" but Joel was suddenly busy rearranging the contents of
his gymbag to be caught.  By a hair, if that.
	"Okay okay Captain says: team one versus team two kettlebell toss"
starting out with a wicked wicked exercise.  He handed the twenty pound
weight to Sam, suspecting he was the weak link here.  After explaining the
exercise to him, Sam swung it up and behind his head, giving John a real
eyeful now that he removed his t-shirt for no apparent reason; all the
flexing making his powerful thick stomach and chest look almost muscular
with the motions, like some underaged proto-powerlifter, still more bulk
than ripped.  Damn, maybe the kid had been working out serious big time
during his vacation, John thought, rearranging that baby fat into something
like growing muscles.  Sam swung the ball down past his left knee then
around behind his right knee then into the waiting grip of Rich, barely
enough room on the handle for both hands.  Rich did his routine with little
show of effort, his ripped body all but designed for this, then passed it
to John, finishing with Joel.  Then it was the twenty-five, then the thirty
weight until Sam almost dropped the heavy amount passing it to Rich who
caught it by the bottom.  So they were surprised when Joel barely got his
grip on it and over his head before it came crashing down on the cement
floor behind him.
	"HEY!" Rich yelled at Joel "y'gonna break something!"
	"Think the floor can handle it."
	"Not the floor Merklins the kettlebell!  Bonehead!" and sure
enough, Rich found a small crack in it.  It might have been there before,
but he still blamed Joel, who offered to pay for it "don't want your money
but now you owe me."
	"Like I didn't already."
	"No shit" from John.
	"No kidding" from Brian.  But he was talking about something else,
the three hoped.
	"Captain... sez..." Brian looked at the two losers, rubbing his
sweaty palms together with a wicked glee "ten swats with these, same time"
unlooping his belt from his discarded jeans as well as John's handing one
to each of them.
	"No fair" Joel complained.  Joel always complained "his is bigger."
	"About time you noticed" Rich grabbed himself and got a laugh from
John of all people.
	"Okay grab each other's left arms, swing with your right, go!" and
the two stood at arms reach, swinging their belts each trying to land a
solid hit on the other's covered butt.  A lot of the blows went wild but
enough landed to cause yelps and flinches.
	It took Joel a good minute to stop whining and recover, but Rich
knew he was only stalling.  Stalling long enough so that Rich's chub would
be less noticeable.  But Rich got a look from John and hoped he was the
only one aware of the situation.
	"Captain sez: Situps" which they all could do simultaneously once
they got spread out on the hard cement floor.  Of course Sam and John would
have had that nailed but John's stomach cramped up after fifty, Joel and
sit-up king Rich went sailing past both of them with little problem.
	"Okay you two penalty" Brian chuckled, seeing Sam's nervous
eagerness "what happened Sommers?  Too big of a supper?"
	"How'd y'guess?" but John knew he was still sore from those earlier
evenings.  Tony was not kidding; John would be sore for days.
	"I love this one" Brian chuckled an evil laugh "Rich y'got a
screwdriver around here?" looking at the array of tools on the wall "of
course you do!  It's a GARAGE!" cracking himself up "okay you two gotta
decide who goes first."
	"I will" John saw the expression on Sam's face "what are we doing
exactly?"
	"It's what I call Bombs Away Game.  It's like Battleship but more
wicked" Brian found some discarded magazines in the trash.  Picking them
out his sensitive nose picked up the unmistakable smell coming from some
crumpled paper towels hidden in there as well.  Patting himself on the back
for his break-through discovery he tore one page into three sections,
writing something on each one.  He looked at John,
	"Okay y'wanna'd to go first, lie down on the floor on your back."
	"Huh?"
	"Simple game really.  Sam here's gonna drop the screwdriver, and
it's up to you to guess where."
	"But I can see – "
	"Not blindfolded ya can't!" Brian yanked his damp green-and-gold
t-shirt off the floor and tied it over John's head, making sure he could
not peek.
	"No fair" John protested "it could land anywhere.  How am I suppose
to guess – "
	"Only three places it can land.  Your right tit, your left tit..."
seeing Joel almost taking notes over there, and let that no-longer squeaky
clean Rich learn something tonight "or your dick!"
	"Hey!" John tried to twist off the floor "I'm not gonna let him
drop shit on my stuff!  That's gonna – "
	"Sam you ready?" Sam took the suddenly hefty tool from him, trying
to keep his hands from shaking.  Again he had to reckon these guys were
older and more daring than his earlier estimates.  And it was becoming a
full-time job to keep pace with them.  But now his nagging hunches about
joining up with John and his friends tonight was starting to bear fruit.
Overripe sweat-smelling fruit.
	"How do you know when he gets it right?" Rich shook his head,
keeping his eyes on Sam "you could just say everytime..."
	"I show Sam and you both one of three papers.  If John guesses
right, Sam says Target!" looking at the young kid "got it?"
	"I g-guess" knowing his turn would be next.  And John would
probably be sore by then and eager for even nastier paybacks.  But the now
unmistakable sexual undercurrents with this group were becoming so overt
even Sam could not misinterpret them any longer.  This evening was going to
be so worth it!
	"Y'ready down there Bombo?" Brian looked at John lying on the floor
again, reluctant and a bit ticked off but not daring to wuss out "if you're
ready you say: Bombs Away" chuckling to himself "Bombo y'ready?"
	"This is messed up" Joel grumbled.
	"Just because you didn't think of it first."
	"That too."
	"John?"
	"I fuckin hate you Bennings" he tensed his muscles "okay Bombs
away."
	"Where Sommers?" Brian showing Sam the paper.
	"Damn you.  Left tit, bombs away" and he felt the handle of the
screw driver hit him on his right nipple "owwWWW!"
	"Good aim there Timberman.  That might come in handy later" Brian
showed him another piece of paper.
	"How many times?" John muttered.
	"Thirty, so you get used to it. Or not."
	"I REALLY hate you" John snarled.
	"Yeah me too" Joel grunted "but in a different way."
	"John?"
	"Fuck you" he stiffened again "my cock, bombs away" and damn but if
that hard plastic didn't hit him right in the left ball "YOWWWWWW!" he bent
forward, his balls stinging.
	"Target!" Sam looked at Rich for approval "right?"
	"Close enough" Brian chuckled "even score.  John?"
	"This is fucked!" John lay back down "right tit bombs away, and the
screwdriver came down, again hitting his crotch, this time a direct hit to
the head of his cock.  John winced and doubled forward.  The group was now
starting to understand the perverse logic.  Brian was actually shuffling
the papers, but each time John always feared that screwdriver hitting his
cock.  Or worse his balls!  After the first ten, he was sweating and
twisting with the throbbing pain in his crotch.  Sam tried his best to hit
the target square on but after a while it seemed like more and more times
the target was John's cock.  And with each drop Sam's accuracy got better
until more often than not the handle was making a direct hit to John's
swelling cockhead.  And as first Sam then everyone else could see, the
target became more and more prominent and easier for him to hit.  And with
each hit John's agony grew.  By the time they finished thirty John was more
than chubbed.  He had a painfully throbbing bone.
	"How'd he do?" Sam did not want to say, how did I do?
	"Eleven out of thirty.  Not bad for a beginner.  Okay Sam, on the
floor."
	"Hey c'mon" Rich tried to protest "he's just a – "
	"I can do this" Sam spread out on the floor, first reaching into
his shorts adjusting himself.  Then he took his discarded t-shirt and tied
his own blindfold, Brian checking it.  He lay back down and spread his arms
over his face, his smooth flesh a ready target, the screwdriver going to
make bright marks on that under-tanned skin "okay, ready..." biting his lip
"left tit Bombs Away" and that's where it hit!  The next time he called "my
cock bombs away" and sure enough a direct hit.  John saw the wisdom of
folding your dick upwards beforehand so it was a clean hit.  And farther
away from those sensitive balls.  He called left tit and again it was his
cock.  The next three he got right, then his concentration fell apart.  And
it may have had something to do the obvious fact that with each hit to the
underside of his cock right beneath the visible ridge of his crown, his
cock not only swelled it started lifting up off his full belly, each jerk
flexing those ab muscles hiding beneath his firm belly.  Sam coughed and
reached down, then used both hands to tug the material of his shorts
sideways, his young hardon clearly outlined but again flattened against his
belly.  Each time it hit him in the nipple he grunted and flinched but
other than that dramatic reddening and even hardening of his nipples it was
those blows to his cock that got him the most focused.  By the time he hit
thirty, his cock and nipples were all equally hard. And his thick six
inches of prominent meat, that mushroom head now twice the width of the
rest of his hard cock, well that was something he was slowly learning to
display with less and less embarrassment.  When he felt the first stirrings
of his growing bone he expected the jeers and the snide comments.  But when
it was obvious this little punishment was getting him to respond exactly as
Brian had planned, and no one was going to give him shit, he knew he was
inching his way into their inner circle.  A circle where hardons were not
something to be terrible blunders but instead openly displayed and even
proud of!  Sam was learning to like this group!  And learning to trust his
hunches.
	"What's the score?"
	"Beginner's luck I'm thinking" Brian summed it up "eighteen out of
thirty!  Unless you did this before."
	"Wow" Rich patted him on the back "that's more'n half, it's almost
two outa three Sam!  How'd you do that?"
	"Dunno" looking down at how hard he was "guys... can I change back
into pants, I'm kinda embarrassed here" which was just bullshit covering up
his real feelings.
	"That's not embarrassed, that's hard!" Rich laughed "it's a good
thing.  So how'd you do that?"
	"I dunno" Sam returned the smile, noting the barely-sneaky looks at
his bone "I just think with my dick I guess."
	"Hey I do that all the time, but I never have that effect" Joel
laughed.
	"No shit Merklins" John dreaded the next part "so what's the next
exercise?"
	"We haven't finished this one" Brian was going to raise the stakes,
bring up the houselights "since you lost Bombo, back to your position.
Down Bombo."
	"But we finished that!"
	"Since you had a lower score than your partner" Brian looked around
the room "we got one last `bomb' to drop y'might say" he went over to the
tool on the wall and got a stiff paintbrush off the table "okay you gotta
decide where you want this!"
	"Up your ass Bennings!"
	"In your dreams Bombo" Brian laughed out loud "tell Rich here,
whisper it to him and if you guess the right spot it's two minutes.
Otherwise five."
	"This is bullshit!"
	"This is brilliant" from Joel.
	"No way" but John argued and yelled and with a few whispered words
from Rich agreed.  He whispered his guess to Rich then turned to see Brian
whispering to Sam.
	"Well Bombo, which is it?"
	"Fuck this is sick" John reached down and struggled with his shorts
and jock and then tugged them both down to his thighs "my cock, okay?" then
realized the shaving he got the night before in this very garage.
	"Fuck!" mixed with wow's and what's from all directions.  All eyes
were on his freshly shaved pubes bright white below his red tan line.  His
hairless crotch and balls made him look prepubescent at the same time it
focused attention on his red meat, making it look even larger and fatter.
	"What?" John looked down at himself "what about it?"
	"You do that yourself?" from Joel "you weren't like – "
	"No your girlfriend did it" John cut him off fast "she likes smooth
dudes."
	"Wow John" Rich put the pieces together fast "now I'm not the only
– "
	"Can you guys quit perving on my junk and just get on with this?"
	"Sam?"
	"Sorry John, you guessed wrong.  It's your left tit."
	"Fuck you set me up!" trying to pull his shorts back up.
	"Those stay down now, part of the punishment right guys?" and they
more or less outvoted John lying there exposed "damage is done" meaning:
you exposed yourself more ways than one.
	"Okay Sam, ten minutes starting... now!" and Sam crouched down and
started a slow rubbing and soft jabbing at that nipple, not enough to cause
outright pain but enough for John's eyes to fly wide open.  This was the
most raunchy thing he ever did with these guys so far, briefly expecting
nasty comments when he got his full-out blatant boner before.  And now
having to play with John's big pec and hardening nipple, he toyed with the
idea these older guys were only setting him up for some worse ongoing
hazing he would regret the entire school year.  But the further he went
along with their kinky program, it was almost like he was passing some
secret initiation and becoming a full member of their odd curious clique.
And these dudes were way into kinky shit, like he only imagined!  Wow, he
was pumped!  And yet still on high alert.  After all he was still Terry's
brother, and knew the terrible things that happen when you drop your guard.
	John lay there with his eyes squeezed shut as he bucked and flexed,
the tickling and then irritating sensation growing worse and worse until
the guys had to hold him down.  He was laughing and crying at the same
time, all the while trying to maintain some level of toughness.  But once
that exposed cock started filling and rising like it had a mind of its own,
John's resistance collapsed.  He glanced down and saw the skin of his fat
head stretched drum tight, getting shiny red and smeared with too much
precum to pass off as an accident.  Talk about being center stage!  Or
rather his thick boner was.  It was the longest ten minutes of his life but
by the time Sam was finished, John was a pool of sweat, as exhausted as if
he had been sprinting the whole time.  Sprinting with a freshly shaved
boner that would not quit.  A boner leaking so much pre-cum out the wide
piss-slit it was hard to ignore.
	"We are so glad we picked you to be the ref" Rich was enjoying this
too much "you are so much kinder and less perverted than Joel there"
laughing with sarcasm.
	"Yeah I woulda made'm keep going til you shot Bombo!"
	"I think that might have been less fucked up" John struggled to his
feet and pulled up his shorts "breaktime!"
	"Rich get us some waters" Brian snapped his fingers.
	"Right on it" and he headed for the kitchen.
	"Penalty" Brian yelled.
	"Huh?" Rich turned "what?"
	"I didn't say Captain sez.  So your penalty is to the kitchen and
back balls nekkid!  Go!"
	"Is that all?" Rich called his bluff and dropped his shorts.  His
naked butt was out the door so fast.
	"So my impression is you guys are cool with all this so far" Brian
looked around the room but especially at "Sam?"
	"Hey!  I'm the one you should be asking here, Bennings!  I was the
one you had naked and boning from your pervy entertainment" John trying to
look pissed.
	"Not my fault your hairless dick rocks on this stuff."
	"Remind me to keep you two far apart" looking at Joel then Brain
"I'm not sure who's the sicker fuck here" and then Rich was back, juggling
several cold bottles against his chest.  He got them onto the table fast.
	"Hmm... reminds me about something with ice cubes and – "
	"Save it okay Bennings?" John nodded at Sam "there are kids here."
	"Yeah, my virgin ears."
	"Well at least your – "
	"Zip it Merklins" John glared at him.  Then a small smirk.
	"Okay last event of the evening, before you guys get too jazzed up"
Brian went over to the work table and rummaged around "not that I expect to
find eggs lying around" finding two ping-pong balls "but these will just
have to do."
	"Beer pong!" from Sam of all people.
	"Who brought that lush along tonight?" John laughed and then
punched him in the shoulder "you're ruining your baby-ass reputation you
keep that up."
	"Too late for that."
	"Okay everyone down to their shorts.  Now" and sure enough nobody
moved.  Brian laughed "you guys learn.  Okay, Captain sez: everyone down to
their shorts" taking in Sam in no hurry to get his t-shirt back on "if
you're not already."
	"Which ones?" Sam was still wearing the running shorts over the
boxers.
	"We gotta come up with something so everyone's on the same level
here."
	"I saw you pull this one before Bennings" Joel rolled his eyes "so
unless everyone is wearing a jock it won't work."
	"Hmm... well okay yeah maybe..." Brian tossed the ping pong balls
back towards the coffee cans.  One went in and one bounced around the room
until Rich bent down to retrieve it from behind a large box, his bare butt
again covered with his shorts.  If they noticed his own shaved condition
when he returned from the kitchen, they did not comment.  Or else they were
too eager to start their ping-pong-balls-in-the-jock-pouch game.  He looked
inside the box and there was one of his dad's neck belts "what's that?"
from Brian practically breathing down his ass.
	"Just a neck belt" Rich put it back in the box "for working these"
rubbing his bare ripped shoulders and neck.
	"You got two of those?"
	"Yeah maybe" Rich dug around until he found another one, older and
cracked with age "here" he handed it to Brian, hoping he would not
recognize the wear pattern.  Or those stains, too fresh for Rich's taste.
	"Sweet!" Brian went to the weights and hung a five pound weight
from the strap "c'mere Joel!"
	"Damnit Brian that's evil!"
	"Isn't it though..." he twisted Joel into place putting the belt
around his neck and directed John to stand in front of him "you two almost
the same height, right?  Okay here's the deal – "
	"I know the deal Bennings.  It's totally sick okay?"
	"Sick enough you already know about it Merklins.  The trick is to
swing it into the other guy's balls without it ricochetting back into your
own, got it?'
	"No way!" Rich already hated it.
	"Way!" Brian was gloating "Captain sez: okay Joel let's see how
many John here can take before he cries Uncle!"
	"More'n you, asshole!" to Brian, and Joel and the world in general.
	"Captain sez: Hands behind your head John!  Joel go!"
	Joel had done this once before so knew the trick was to swing it
forward with enough flip to hit John squarely in his nads.  And yet swing
his hips backwards in time to break the momentum before he caught the
rebound.  John was on the receiving end of two or three hard bangs before
Joel smashed himself hard.  He winced and turned bright red, but Brian
forced him to continue despite the pain.  John took two more blows before
he doubled over and called it quits.
	"Okay score?" Brian looked at the group.  There was silence "right
Captain sez: what was the score?"
	"John got six, Joel two."
	"Captain sez: switch!"
	John put the strap around his neck waiting for the signal.  When
Brian gave it to him he flipped it forward, raising his hips from a squat
in the process.  The round weight slammed into the underside of Joel's
balls with a muffled clunk.  Joel doubled over, his face green.  This
continued three more times before Joel sank to his knees with a gasp.
	"Four to zero" Brian announced but saw John hold up one finger
"okay four to one" seeing John rub his asscrack where the weight swung
backwards beneath his balls.
	"Okay Captain sez: Rich take the belt!  And begin!"
	"Sorry Sam" Rich made a point of standing inches above Sam's face.
Instead of large violent swings, Rich instead kept up a steady rocking
motion, bumping instead of slamming the weight into Sam's crotch.  Of
course it rebounded to him each time as well, not enough space to avoid the
bounce-back.  So the two stood there almost rocking their two crotches
against each other, only the weights keeping them from actually making
contact.  After forty or fifty of these Brian called time.
	"Okay even" Brian glared at Rich "only because you weren't doing it
right."
	"Whatever" he shrugged, but then everyone could see the effect it
had on both of their fronts.  As Rich suspected, Sam had experience with
things banging into his crotch; they were both hard as steel!
	"Okay Captain sez: let's see if Sam here is a pussy homo cheat like
Rich here!" hanging the belt around his neck.  Not knowing he was just
being baited, Sam took a step back and let Rich have it with everything he
had!  Rich gasped and dropped to the floor grabbing his crotch.
	"Again!" Brian yelled, but Sam was wise to him at the same time
Rich signaled enough.
	"Wow!" Joel was panting "you really are Terry's brother ain't ya?"
	"We sometimes take turns kneeing each other until the other guy
either collapses or..." he turned beet red.  But most of the others could
finish the sentence for him.
	"Okay looks like you two guys lost" Brian pointed at Joel and Rich.
Just then Joel's phone went off.
	"Hang on guys" Joel took the call, heading for the kitchen door.
	"Tell me he didn't have that planned" John spat in disgust.  He
looked at his own phone and it was seven-thirty.  On the dot "Merklins you
are SUCH A DOUCHEBAG!" yelling loud enough to be heard across the street.
	"Sorry guys gotta run" Joel started jumping into his clothes.
	"You still have a penalty, buttmunch" John tried to stop him.
	"Sommers I got hundreds of them.  See ya guys!" and still dressing
he was gone.
	"Just when things were getting fun" John threw an empty water
bottle at Joel's departing head, missing it by an inch at most "well that
kills that I guess."
	"Unless... unless maybe Rich here can be persuaded he is gonna take
one for the team?" from Sam of all people.
	"Yeah right!" seeing their eyes on him, no hint of relenting
anywhere "guys... guys?  C'mon guys!" Rich looked around, counting heads
"no FAIR!"
	"Grab him!" Brian piled onto Rich before he knew what hit him.
Rich was stronger than him, but the element of surprise as well as the John
ganging up was no fair fight.  Sam's involvement was more show than force.
	"Guys, guys GUYS get... off... me..." a muffled voice mumbled
beneath a pile of flesh.
	"Those belts!" Brian pointed at the neck belts "no those!" seeing
the cords and ropes in the corner "tie him to that!" pointing at the Smith
Machine.  Rich made a loud display of struggling and yelling but when they
were finished, his arms were stretched up and out to the highest rack, tied
to the immobilized barbell for good measure.  His perfectly muscled body a
collection of shiny ripples every muscle flexing and bulging in his slowing
efforts to free himself, those years of endless weight training displayed
in all their glory, his buzzed strawberry blond haircut dark and spiky with
his sweat.
	"Okay okay I give.  Now UNTIE ME!"
	"What's the matter Norton?" Brian ran his finger over that bare
chest, heaving and flexing from the exertion "not so strong now are we?"
his fingers going further south until they rubbed against the peach-fuzz
belly down to the waistband.
	"Enough's enough!" looking at his ally "John!"
	"What?"
	"C'mon bud, you owe me!" he was desperate "my dad..."
	"Yeah where is he?" Brian cut in, oblivious to John's panicked
attempt to shush Rich.
	"Seriously Rich, isn't he due to come busting in here right around
now?"
	"Huh?"
	"Yeah, this garage is kinda funny spooky" John shook his head:
don't worry I won't say shit "whenever we're working out in here his dad
always shows up like the Seventh Cavalry at the right moment, just when I'm
about to finally beat Rich at something or – "
	"So where is he?" Brian needed to make sure the adult was out of
the picture for what he knew he could not pull off if he tried.  Since
Joel's departure almost made him top dog his only obstacle should be John,
but John seemed worried and very distracted about something "like he always
busting in on you two circle jerking?" expecting a laugh but getting two
red faces instead.  There was a long deadly silence as the light bulb went
off.  Brian saw himself one step further down the road of his impossible
plan "sweet..."
	"We don't do circle jerks!" John sneered "that's for you and
Merklins there!" baiting him right back.
	"Well he ain't here" Brian's fingers pulled the waistband forward,
his eyes looking beneath at that other shaved crotch and man was that
perfect uncut dick on him too straight to be an accident "and don't think I
didn't get a reaction watching you and Sam here bumping pussies before."
	"Watch it!" Sam tried.
	"Chill" John's hand on Sam's big bare chest "he's just yanking ya.
So don't let him – "
	"So Sam how come I get the idea you all eager to impress us with
your evil gnarly mean streak?  For starters how about a demonstration of
that knee thing you and your brother do, like on Rich here!"
	"No way!" from both John and Rich.
	"He's tied defenseless, ain't happening" from Sam, feeling that
hand on his pec give him a positive squeeze.
	"Well I wanna know if the Cavalry's coming or not" just like that
Brian reached forward and took a healthy grab of what was bundled in Rich's
shorts, bringing a neighborhood-waking yelp just shy of a fire alarm.
	"Hey!" from John.
	"Okay you do it!"
	"Fuck you!"
	"Okay fine y'win" Sam saw John's expression "I'll do it.  Here
lemme" he forced himself past John into the knot "I can do this" again
eager to show he was one of the guys "since Norton here was so hot to get
me hard with that weight in my crotch, only fair I return the favor."
	"Man Timmerman" John saw the curiosity, not fear, in Rich's face
"are you like Jeckel Hyde or something?"
	"More like a wolfman" Sam reached through the leg opening and with
some twisting and yanking grabbed Rich's uncut meat "and it's full moon
time Rich my man yech!" pulling his hand away "dude you slimed me!" his
palm coming away all shiny and wet "dude!"
	"You never grabbed an uncut dick before, that's what happens" Brian
laughed.
	"How the fuck you know?" John knew Brian let something slip.
	"I hear things" not admitting to shit.
	"Yeow gross" Sam was looking for a place to wipe it.
	"Make him eat his own slime" Brian grunted and now John was
watching him like a hawk.  Now that John was getting more experience with
this guy shit, he was forced to develop a sharper intuition at picking up
the telltale signs and Brian's swelling crotch was a big sign.  And it was
big!
	"No don't please..." Rich struggled, flexing his arm and chest
muscles for effect.  John could tell half of it was for show.  Otherwise he
would never had asked,
	"So where is the great musclehead Norton senior tonight?  Huh
Rich?"
	"I dunno, honest!"
	"He's lying" Brian looked at Sam "make his eat his spunk!"
	"No" and just like that Sam's hand was rubbing itself all over
Rich's mouth.
	"Yuck gross" John told his dick to go down "he knows where" turning
to Sam "again!" and John felt the group energy shift.  He knew Brian was
getting horned up, and Rich?  Hell he was always horny.  And when Rich got
horny John was not far behind.  The only unknown here was Sam, and John had
to get Sam to show his cards fast.  And he knew that Sam was eager to do
just about anything John suggested "again!"
	"Right" this time Sam had no qualms reaching up the leg opening and
grabbing that cock, twisting it downwards until the head showed out the leg
opening.  He could tell right away it was seriously thicker this time. John
nodded at that dick and then at Sam.
	"Where is your dad Norton?" Sam continued to squeeze it, even
giving it some milking once he realized how the skin would slide up and
down, unlike his own cut dick.  This was kinky and intriguing all together.
Not that he'd let on in front of these guys just yet.  And yet here he was
opening jacking a dude's hard uncut meat and nobody was calling him out!
He had to kick this can even farther down the road.
	"Answer the man!" Brian hated to feel left out when there was
someone getting worked over.  His rough calloused hands started on Rich's
nipples next, feeling them nub real fast.
	"Dunno dunno!  OUCH!"
	"Dudes, look at this!" Sam pulled the hardening dick all the way
free of the leg opening, waiting for someone to comment on the expert job
his hand was doing "the perv's seriously boned!  He likes this!"
	"Are you liking this Rich?  You like guys working you over?"
Brian's fingers started twisting those nipples harder "John take over!"
	"Huh?"
	"Enough kiddie games, now it gets serious here, John keep those
nips raw" taking a few steps over to the tools on the wall.  He came back
with an even larger screwdriver.  Once he saw John's resistance collapse
and even started getting into playing with Rich's nipples without fear of
exposure, Brian decided to push the issue to its logical end.  He held the
screwdriver in front of Rich's nose "you don't want me using this, Norton!"
	"Bomb's away?" Rich laughed then took in a gasp of air.  He looked
down and Sam was opening jacking him now, his cock being skinned none too
gently.  But Rich could see Sam's shorts were sticking straight out five
inches at least.  His only hope for putting the breaks on this was standing
there grinning and jacking.
	"You know this handle would really hurt" Brian rubbed it up and
down those slightly furred abs "no lube, no nothing!"
	"NO!" from John and Rich.  Sam would have joined the chorus but he
sputtered,
	"The dude's gonna nut!"
	"NO!" Brian yanked Sam's hand away.  He felt totally vindicated
realizing he was not the only one showing serious wood.  This train was
picking up steam just as he always suspected.
	"Okay Norton" flicking his middle finger hard into the underside of
Rich's bone, right into the most sensitive fleshy spot "your really want
your cop daddy walk in here and see THIS?"
	"Fuck..." Rich flexed his muscle tight abs, his hard red bone
bobbing in time to his racing heartbeat.
	"Maybe just maybe he might not be that shocked, is what I'm
thinking" Brian's eyes were taking in every single movement, every reaction
"he's seen this all before huh?"
	"Fuck you Bennings!" like that would make his dick go down.
	"Enough Brian" John knew he would sink with Rich if this went
further.
	"Sam go get us some more drinks" Brian pointed to the door.
	"But but but... things are just getting interesting!"
	"Go!" directing a mumbling pissed Sam out of the garage, tugging at
his crotch as he went.
	"Okay Norton..." as he hoped Rich's dick started that
excruciatingly slow bob downward, losing some of its starch "and I don't
want to hear boo from you Sommers but we're gonna get to the bottom of
this, here and now!"
	"Bottom of what?" Sam may have been big but he was fast.  His short
thick legs ran him back into the garage in four seconds flat.
	"You ain't old enough for what – "
	"He stays" from John.
	"You want Hulk's brother hearing this?  You sure about this
Sommers?  Huh?  Fine your funeral then" Brian looked at the cold bottles of
water "just put them on the floor and like I told Sommers here, don't wanna
here one word outa you either, we clear on this?"
	"I can shut up" Sam looked at Rich briefly before returning his
stare at John "I'm all about zipped lips, with a brother like mine I gotta
be if I want to live so what goes down here, stays here we good?  I ain't
dumb" quick side look at Rich.  Sam was quickly following his months-long
hunch Rich and John had been having workouts in this very garage that both
of them had been making huge efforts to prevent the whole world finding out
about.  And suddenly it seemed Brian was now looking to get in on the
action, from what his thick meat was indicating.  Sam took a seat on the
floor and rested his head on his hands polishing his innocent look.
	"You want this all to stay here, you keep your mouth shut, got it
Sommers?"
	"I got it" John knew this was going to go real bad real fast but
had no way to stop it.  His nightmare about anyone finding out about him
and Rich, shit him and Rich's dad! him and that Steve guy!  Man he was so
behind the eightball now and totally fucked!
	"Okay Norton..." Brian folded his arms and stood in front of Rich
tied and sweating bullets "you and..." John visibly cringed waiting for his
name "and your dad..." a loud gasp from John "zip it back there Sommers!
You and your dad..."
	"What about him?"
	"You two real chummy I'm thinking... He's this big bodybuilder.
And his son ain't far behind him, gaining on him fast in the muscles
department."
	"Y'got that right!"
	"Maybe more'n muscles, is what I'm thinking."
	"Hey!"
	"You out here working out, getting all sweaty, getting hot and
horny working out – " running his hands over Rich's thick hard pecs,
outlining and defining them and then down to his obliques and abs prodding
and jabbing as he went.
	"Stop it!"
	"Like Sommers said, you out here just working out and then how come
he always shows up at the exact right moment, huh?  I'm thinking he's like
your coach and – "
	"Maybe."
	"So he's seen you all stripped down and working out like millions
of times.  And I'm thinking he's been real good at motivating you really
pushing you hard, and I'm thinking" then his fingernails leaving red lines
all over those abs making them spasm and shudder, pushing it further "and I
can't shake this nagging suspicion Norton, bet he's real good at coming up
with penalties when you fuck up, when you don't perform like you should, no
don't deny it, I am so betting when you were working out tonight you
expected it would be your dad, not a bunch of your dumb-ass buds bored and
acting stupid to bust in here, right?  I bet you wanted your dad to come
through that door, telling you to strip down to these shorts, right?
That's it right?  Huh Norton?  I bet you a million bucks you two dudes!
Tell me you two don't do naked workouts out here, bet you two really get
off on checking each other out, all those hot muscles, bet he got a big
fuckin dick like you do, don't he?" Brian knew he slipped up but he was on
a roll "you two do naked workouts, getting sweaty, getting each other
boning on each other, your dicks..." sure enough Rich's body was betraying
him.  What started out half-shrunken with fear when Sam was sent out of the
room was now rapidly swelling by itself, again the wet cockhead getting fat
and shiny bursting free of the foreskin as Brian continued "yeah, you think
it's hot having a musclehead stud for a dad, I bet he thinks having his son
turning into a muscle copy of himself even hotter, right?  You two get each
other off on naked hardon workouts both of you right?  Right Rich?"
	"F-f-fuck you Bennings!"
	"Your dick is doing the talking for you!  So you actually do it?
Y'know, actually do the sex shit between you two?" the silence in the room
enough to answer Brian's questions.  It was like Rich just handed him a
signed confession, and John's beet-red shit-faced silence implicating him
as deeply "maaaaaannn... oh fuck... sweet."
	"I ain't saying shit."
	"So how far you two go?  Trading blowjobs?" seeing the reaction on
John's face, even redder, the big dumptruck barely breathing.  And then
Sam's face, red and horny eager! "buttfucking?  You
two... even... buttfuck?"
	"Hell no!"
	"Fuck yes!" Brian turned to John "and exactly how long you know
about all this sex shit?"
	"Bennings enough!"
	"Seeing you two are at least circle jerk buds, I imagine you're in
on some of this" turning to Sam next "pretty sick shit ain't this?  Too
much of a shock, a gross eye-opener for a young kid like you huh?"
	Sam only sat there too focused to even shrug.  He made a big
display of zipping his mouth shut but boy did he have Brian's number big
time, and if even half of what he was implying was true, wow!  John over
there, shaved and boning at the drop of a hat – correction screwdriver –
well that nut still needed a bit more cracking.  One hurdle at a time, he
told himself.
	"Sam?  C'mon you don't think this is fucked up?  Dad and his own
son?  Probably both his son and his son's friend both?" ignoring the
strangled protests from both of them.
	"I can't say shit remember?" Sam ignored Brian shaking his fist at
him "okay okay... y'wanna know what I think?  Actually" it was time to play
his next hunch, see if he was holding the right hand, see if his intuition
extended beyond silly games "actually, seeing as how you're asking this
innocent little kid who five minutes ago almost shot off his nut in front
of all his bro's teammates – dudes he hardly knows standing over him
dropping shit on his bone, well Bennings I really REALLY don't think I'm
the best judge of what's sick and what's..." blatantly staring at Rich's
crotch "what's even okay, yeah hot in a nasty-ass don't-leave-this-garage
way.  But shit maybe I ain't the only bonehead in this town who thinks with
his dick?" getting the laugh he expected from the two guys he expected.
	"So okay Sam's in on this now" Brian returned to Rich "so you gonna
admit you and your dad get into sex shit?"
	"I ain't telling you shit!"
	"Maybe we better ask HIM then!"
	"NO!" from both John at nine point three and Rich at nine point
four decibel level, two heads in the same noose.
	"What dya think Sam?" Brian smirked "y'think Rich here wants us
finding out the truth from his dad instead?"
	"NO! NO!" Rich yelled, John knew better than to incriminate himself
anymore.
	"All this yelling, I'm thinking he's gonna come busting in here any
minute."
	"He's not coming home okay?"
	"One way to find out for sure.  John, you know where Rich's weak
spots are.  You know what'll get Rich talking before – "
	"C'mon Rich you do know where he is!" John joined Brian and taking
a deep breath with a sidelong glance at Sam stretched out his shaking hand
and started a slow rub to those shaved balls.  John could feel how tight
they were, knowing how easy Rich could cum when someone massaged his nuts
"where is he Rich?  Just tell us t'get Bennings off your case, okay?
C'mon!"
	"He's playing poker, okay?" Rich hissed feeling his best bud's
hands playing with his balls.  And ever since they were shaved they seemed
twice as sensitive – just as he hoped.
	"Where?" John's hand was rubbing and stroking him in all the right
places under Brian's watchful direction.  When Rich started squirming and
gasping John yanked his hand away "Don't take an Einstein to see Brian
here's horny and" looking right at him "jazzed enough he ain't fucking
around so unless you wanna feel his screwdriver where it's gonna hurt just
tell us already!  Where's the poker game?"
	"Where?" Brian ran the head of the screwdriver around Rich's cock
head, pulling the skin forward in the process, trapping both under the
stretched skin.  It was stabbing pleasure and exquisite agony in unequal
measure.
	"Where?" John's hands on Rich's nipples and just like that Sam
popped up off the floor and joined them.  With John's hands topside, Sam
got wild knuckling those tight nuts.  Not hard but thorough!
	"Ouch ouch OUCH!" Rich twisted and squirmed trying to get away from
all those hands "c'mon guys!  Stop!"
	"Where Rich?" Brian slid the handle of the screwdriver backwards
between Rich's sweaty thighs.
	"I can't say!  Cause I don't KNOW!"
	"You covering for him I know it!" Brian inched the bluntness
backwards until he found the crease "same way you covering for him about
you two – you three! – doing sex shit out here!"
	"We don't!" Rich yelled at John "tell him!"
	"It's all made up shit!" John knew if Rich went down, so did he.
And with Sam right there, even though Sam swore to stay mum word would
spread back to his brother Terry – yeah Terry would beat it out of Sam –
and then their lives would be worse than hell!  Football practice and worse
the locker room would be – he could not even imagine all the
consequences.  The whole town would know their story!
	"So if you and your dad never buttfucked..." twisting the handle
until he found what he was looking for "then this is gonna... really..."
Brian almost gasped when he felt the thickness slide into Rich with little
resistance "damn!  FUCK!  Shit I'll be damned!" four or five inches of the
handle pushed deep into Rich until his ring closed around the narrow metal
shaft "dude... Rich!"
	"Fuck... fuck..." Rich squeezed his eyes shut, the screwdriver deep
in his ass.
	"Dude somebody or something's been up your chute before and if it
ain't your dad..." looking at John "Sommers!"
	"I wish—I mean..." John gasped blushing and turned his head to
see if Sam caught his slip-up.
	"Wow" Sam looked at Brian "so all you guys ALL of you been doing
each other?  Wait til I – "
	"You don't say shit kid, got it?  Not to anybody, not your brother,
nobody, got it?"
	"I don't say shit if... IF..." time to play the next card.
	"Huh?" Brian did not like Sam stealing his thunder.  Not when he
just discovered their muscle friend takes it up the ass! "what IF?  Spit it
out Timmerman!"
	"If IF IF! I get to stay... for starters" his hands returning to
Rich's smooth balls "and I get... to... play.  Like the big boys" eyeing
John's front, then Brian, finally Rich "I can keep my mouth shut, you got
it?  IF I get to stay" sliding his fat hand between Rich's legs until he
found the end of the screwdriver "and to show you I ain't so innocent,
t'show you I know my way around a guy's – I mean, er... um... how much
y'wanna bet I can make this muscleboy tell ya what ya wanna hear just using
this?" starting a slow jabbing of that thick intrusion into Rich's butt
"and yeah, you can see him blow his load in the process."
	"Where you learn about all – Oh shit..." John saw Sam's
expression "okay okay, we are all agreed, you don't go running your mouth
about our shit we won't about your shit."
	"Real educational evening I'm having here tonight Norton" Brian
went back to work on those swollen nipples "speaking of educational, you
were about to tell us where we can find your dad, have a little chat is –
"
	"Okay okay you win!" Rich was writhing and bucking with all the
hands on his sensitive parts, the thick round tool inside him starting to
get him close "I was buttfucked okay?  That's why my hole is so loose okay?
My dad, he fucked me before you – "
	"Yeah, me and Rich trade off" John knew Brian would believe
anything at this point "we've been fucking each other every night all
summer.  Sometimes Mister Norton joins us, sometimes we just take turns
sucking him off or – "
	"Wow wow!" Sam's free hand pulled his cock out and was he ever
primed.  Six inches of very hard, very thick meat was on display, a fat red
mushroom ready to explode all over Rich's crotch.
	"Or I just jack off watching those two sixty-nine each other" John
continued "or Rich watches me and his dad and he sucks off whoever doesn't
cum first."
	"You take it up the ass too?" Brian was reaching for his fly.
	"Yeah all the time!  You wanna try me right now?" but Sam could see
John's fists were clenched.  And clenched fists only made his cock harder.
	"Okay now you're all bullshitting me!" Brian's cock almost ready to
bust free "now I know you're making all this up" turning to Sam "put it
away" nodding at his bobbing cock "they're just trying to get you to out
yourself" giving Rich's hardon a good slap "like I almost outed myself!
Okay Norton we're gonna get to the bottom of this.  One more time where's
your dad?"
	"Fuck you!"
	"Have it your way, we do this the hard way" Brian knocked Sam's fat
fist away from the screwdriver and began his own slow rocking with it.  At
the same time he spit into his other hand and began a slow jacking of
Rich's already sensitive cockhead "get a good look you two, cause it ain't
every day you see Brian Bennings jack another dude's cock.  Okay Rich, get
ready to blow your nut!" and he sped up on that tight foreskin until Rich
was rocking his hips forward into Brian's tight fist.
	"Uhgh ungh ungh shit shit I'm gonna I gonna" Rick grunted and
lunged forward just as Brian yanked his hand away "DAMMMMMMM!"
	"We're gonna do this again.  And again and again until you are
begging me Norton" Brian's hand returned to a slow steady jacking.  Again
he brought Rich to the edge of cumming and stopped, Rich's screams filling
the garage.  Four, five six times he tortured him, glancing at John's
nervousness and Sam's undisguised lust.  Brian's hand was busy, but his
twisted brain was busier coming up with worse to exploit all of their
weaknesses, a permanent noose around all their necks he could use to keep
them under his thumb the entire school year.
	"Okay I think we're all getting a better understanding of each
other" Brian looked at Sam first "you said you wanted to play if we let you
stay, right?"
	"Yeah" standing there with his cock back out of his fly.
	"What you mean by play, Terry's brother?  You and Terry – "
	"None of your business!"
	"Leave him alone" John came to his defense "besides you don't want
Terry getting – "
	"Deal, we keep lots of secrets" Brian looked down at his own
half-open fly "well?"
	"Well what?"
	"Looks to me having Hulk for a brother makes you forced to do some
nasty stuff I'm thinking, am I right?  No you don't gotta say shit, I can
put two and two together.  Don't take a genius to figure out he made you
suck his lob at least once or twice!" seeing and hearing the reactions
right on cue "so this won't be too much worse!  Get down there Timmerman!"
	"No way!" not from Sam but from John "you can't make him suck you
off!"
	"You want to join in on this?" batting Rich's dick like it was the
prize "or not?"
	"If I do... if I actually y'know suck... suck you" Sam squared his
shoulders, fire in his eye "I get five minutes on him!" the knuckles to
Rich's balls again.
	"No!" from John.
	"Deal!" Brian said "but..."
	"But what?" Sam smelled a switch-play.
	"But you don't make him cum!"
	"That's all?"
	"Sam!" John could not contain his shock "you'd do that?"
	"What?  Suck Brian's cock or torture your bud here?"
	"Both!  Either!"
	Sam shrugged.  But when he dropped to his knees, his fingers at
Brian's fly, he looked at John "remember this never leaves the room!" and
before anyone could say another word, Sam had that cock free of Brian's fly
and yeah, it was big, hell even bigger than Sam suspected.  His mouth could
barely take the head much less the whole length of it!
	"Fuck Bennings..." John was having trouble breathing "is that all
you?"
	"Jealous?" pulling it free of Sam's mouth, displaying its full ten
inches.  It was not just long, but thick, the mid-shaft the thickest part,
making the cut bullet head look almost small but comparison.  But Sam's
effort to mouth it displayed how small it really was not.
	"Sam!" Rich managed to chock out "you don't gotta do that!"
	"If it means working over your goddamned perfect muscle body until
you scream for mercy, yeah I do" and his mouth was stretched tight over
Brian's record-breaking cock again.
	"Fuck fuck fuck..." Brian groaned "Hulk's brother sucking me off!
Sucking ME!" his hips started spasming out of control.  But that did not
stop Sam from continuing his efforts.  Several times he would stop and pull
off that record-breaking, jaw-breaking cock, displaying it to the room like
his prize catch.  Which in a way it was.  In Sam's logic he was not
humiliating himself on his knees sucking dick; he was proudly exhibiting
both his skills and what he could get a supposedly straight guy like Brian
to do.  Sam's mouth on Brian's cock continued its expert sucking, knowing
he was letting Brian and the whole room know Brian's guesses were right on
target; this was something he had done all too often.  But now he was on a
roll, sucking and jacking, at times using both hands until Brian was
gasping and quivering with his impending orgasm.  Sam knew the warning
signs and before Brian lost it yanked his head away so everyone could see
Brian's cock swell out, flex twice and then just explode!  It was like a
cannon going off all by itself, heavy thick blasts of white cum blasting
out as that monster cock flexing upwards with each contraction.  Sam
managed to catch most of it on his face and bare chest by grabbing Brian's
hairy balls, but several pints went flying all over the room.
	"Dude you been holding that all summer?" John was glued to the
sight, catching Rich also watching Brian's display with his mouth hanging
open.
	"And I just got warmed up" Sam staggered to his feet with a smug
expression, his own cock now wet and shiny at the end, serious dripping
going on "I'm so fucking close" turning to Rich like it was his fault "but
now the main event" smearing some of the cum off his face and rubbing it
around Rich's lips "yeah, bet this ain't the first cum you tasted is it?"
	"You're sick Sam" Rich groaned, twisting his head back and forth in
futile attempts to avoid those slimy fingers.
	"Why, cause I can suck dick and not freak out?" Sam watched Brian
stuff his still-hard cock back in his shorts with limited success "cause
that hardly counted.  Brian you shoot off like a cannon, but you can't hold
it longer than twelve-year old!"
	"Hey!"
	"Come back when you can make it worth my while" Sam looked around
"okay guess I ain't the innocent kid anymore huh?"
	"Damn that's for sure!"
	"You dudes playing drop the bomb games with screwdrivers" he
sneered with a wicked laugh "time I show you what screwdrivers can really
do!" and his fingers were back on the metal shaft still half-out of Rich's
ass.  He got a good grip on the smooth metal and began a slow rotating
motion, angling it forwards and back as he did.  Rich's eyes flew open as
he felt it rubbing and twisting into his prostate "feels good right?  Yeah,
nothing like massaging that nut in there to make you cream big time"
looking back at Brian "next time you hold your load for two months call me.
I can make you cum so much your balls will turn inside out!"
	"Oh fuck oh fuck" Rich gasped in time to Sam's proddings.
	"No don't worry, he ain't gonna cum" Sam looked at John's wide-eyed
expression "speaking of cumming..."
	"Hey, leave me out of this" John tried.
	"Brian, you and the Shaved Dumptruck – I mean that in a good way
– grab a couple of those" pointing at those step-up blocks stacked in
the corner.
	"What for?"
	"Two of them" Sam took a step back "here and here" pointing to
either side of Rich's bench.  All the while the screwdriver continued its
slow assault on Rich's prostate.
	"What for?" Brian already grabbed one and dropped it in place.
	"I think I ain't the only one that sucks cock around here!" smiling
at John.
	"Like I said, this is your trip not mine!"
	"Man Sam, you are some kind of out-of-control maniac tonight!" John
stood in shock ignoring Brian puttingt the other block in place.
	"Ain't no kid!  And you sure as fuck didn't have problems getting
boned before when this kid was banging your dick with this!" still the
screwdriver twisted and jabbed until Rich was whimpering and bucking, his
cockhead drooling, the foreskin filled with goo "you sure got real hard
real fast Sommers, and – "
	"So?"
	"Your balls as backed up with cum as Monster Cock here?" daring to
rub Brian's crotch.  Brian yanked away then laughed at himself "here's the
deal.  Either I suck you off next or..." smearing a second glob of Brian's
cum off his chest and shoving into Rich's mouth before he could close it
"or Cum-breath here does the honors.  Not like that never happened before
I'm thinking" and he was gambling on his next hunch.  Getting those two
buds to suck, and in front of witnesses was Sam's next step closer to his
forming plan.
	"Knock it off all of you!" Rich was trying to catch his breath, now
that Sam's direction was away from that screwdriver temporarily.
	"You choose, Big John" Sam shrugged "your fuck-bud here, nice and
gentle and warm mouth and all or..." Sam grabbed a handful of sandpaper "or
the puppy dog sucks you with lots of teeth while your shaved nads get the
Timmerman treatment" rubbing the two sheets back and forth, making a raspy
painful sound.
	"Wow, you sure you ain't Joel's brother and not the Hulk's?"
	"Decide John!"
	"I for one think it be so hot to see the muscle boy here with a
mouthful of your cock, John."
	"Well I don't!" Rich tried.
	"John decide or we gonna decide for you" Brian felt the sandpaper
"and we both take turns on your balls!"
	"Thought this was about torturing Rich there?"
	"Gee fuckin thanks John!  Some friend you are!"
	"I just wanna see mouths on cocks blowing their loads tonight" Sam
smiled, looking like he was ready himself just standing there "y'know you
ain't got a real choice John."
	"Ditto that Sommers" from Brian.
	"Who would turn down a hot blowjob from their best bud?" Sam
chuckled "that's stupid even for me."
	"It's okay John..." Rich looked at him "your balls would be sore
for months."
	"Hope you're happy!" John glared at Sam "both of you" pulling away
from Brian trying to help him step up onto the blocks, his crotch now level
with Rich's face.
	"Just so there ain't no hard feelings" Sam reached between John's
legs and pulled his soft cock free of his shorts "I love this part"
smearing more of Brian's jism onto just the end of John's cockhead, getting
his crown ridge good and slimed "feeling a dude's meat start this..."
smoothing and shining the blunt end with the sticky slime "dude can't help
it, his cock feels cum and can't help boning... yeah... knew this would do
the trick" feeling it go from soft to hardening thickening flesh between
his fingers.  When it was hard enough for his taste Sam pushed John forward
a few inches "okay Rich we know what happens next.  Got a feeling John here
won't last much longer than `bullet-train' Brian here" inching John's cock
forward until it pressed against Rich's lips "take it Norton, take your
bud's dick.  Swallow it like you mean it" which is exactly what Rich did.
After everything that had happened between the two of them, what had
happened with the four of them that night, Rich leaning forward and sucking
John's waiting cock was almost an anticlimax.
	"Worth the price of admission" Sam went back to that evil
screwdriver "okay Bennings get down here, I want you to watch this!"
	"I told you he don't get to cum!"
	"Rich?  Cum?  What kind of straight jock musclestud cums with his
mouth full of cock?" Sam smirked.  When his free hand found its way inside
Brian's fly again, Brian let him fish out his still moist cock and play
with it.  Not that it would get hard, but let the kid have his fun.  And
Brian was very curious what Sam would pull next.
	"Watch and learn" Sam leaned forward and rubbed his mouth against
the underside of Rich's upturned cock.  Ignoring Brian's protest, feeble
now that Sam's hand was beginning a steady milking of his power tool, Sam
began a slow alternating between toying with that screwdriver deep inside
Rich's ass and his mouth rubbing up and down the underside of Rich's
spasming cock.  When Rich's hips started bucking, Sam straightened up and
pressed his cock against Rich's, rubbing the two up and down against each
other just enough to get a jolt spasming between their most sensitive
spots.  Again and again Sam went down on Rich, then toyed with the
screwdriver, then pushed his cock against Rich's, over and over, until
Sam's cock was covered with Rich's oozing juices.  Rich was jumping and
writhing and twisting with the urge to blow his steadily building load, but
all that did was make that gasping mouth on John's cock suck harder and
harder, bringing John closer and closer to what he felt would be one of
those orgasms he'd remember for the rest of the summer.  When John knew he
could not hold it in anymore he grabbed Rich's head and slammed his cock
deep into Rich's throat, Sam likewise jumped up and pressed his cock into
Rich's cock, and all by itself Sam's fat mushroom head swelled purple, his
piss-slit opened wide and began to shoot jet after jet of runny sticky cum
all over Rich's crotch, smearing the shaved smooth skin with almost as much
of a load as Brian's.  Brian pushed Sam's other hand away from his own cock
and started jacking himself, his hand a blur up and down that footlong slab
of meat.
	"Damn!" Sam rubbed his cock all over Rich's front, cleaning as must
cum off his still-hard dick as he could "damn John I thought you'd never
cum!  I almost blew three times waiting for you to cum first?"
	"You were waiting for ME?" John staggered down off his perch,
rubbing Rich's chest with a familiar gentleness as he did "Rich you okay?"
	"Please please please, I'm so close I gotta cum I gotta cum!"
thrusting his crotch upwards trying to fuck the air in crazy relentless
spasms, his cock completely coated with everyone's cum except his own!
	But Brian took over the torture next.  With Sam's butt pushed
backwards into the biggest dick in the room now hard and rubbed raw, even
then Brian did not relent from his torture, yanking Rich's balls down fast
and hard, preventing any remote chance of accidental orgasm, Rich's jutting
out seven red inches horizontal from his flexing groin, his foreskin a
tight tourniquet around a bright red head, relentless bucking forward into
thin air, gasping and begging for release.
	"Where's the party Norton?  Or you want me to turn Sam loose on
your junk all over again?"
	"Okay okay ouch!" Brian giving those shaved balls another tug"
damn! No more okay? Owwwww! okay stop STOP! at LARRY'S okay?" Rich screamed
as Brian's hand smeared the drying cum up and down his shaft slow and
tight, seconds from shooting over the edge yet again.
	"Larry?  Larry Larry?" John almost swallowed his tongue, stuffing
himself away fast.
	"Okay, okay OKAY?  Now UNTIE me!"
	"Yeah but you don't fuckin cum!  You put either hand anywhere near
that dick and it's something bigger than this" Brian withdrew the
screwdriver like it was now contaminated, hoping and praying the extraction
did not bring Rich over the edge "let's go pay them a visit!"
	Rich hoped for a choruses of "no way whys?" but instead heard,
	"Yeah let's go pay them a surprise visit.  Talk about payback
like!"
	"John!"
	"What?" even coming down off that hot blowjob John was still in
dumb-dickhead mode.
	"That's stupid even from you!" watching Brian toss the slimy
screwdriver onto the bench, and joining Sam in untying his wet stubborn
knots.  Rich took the break to catch his breath, feeling the cum pressing
back into his balls, his cock leaking and starting to look slightly less
battered.  He recognized his friend John in his post-orgasm glow, back to
his old reckless self, something Rich usually encouraged but not in a
prickly situation like this.  But Rich was still horned to the max, and
watching the three cleaning and rearranging their junk did nothing to help
him think clearly.
	"Naw it'd be hot – I mean a hoot!" John finished tucking himself
back inside his fly, ignoring the expression on Sam's face, and Brian?
Well Brian... "knocking on his door yelling: It's a raid!  Or something
like that."
	"Wait wait guys!  Remind me again, isn't your dad a cop?" Sam was
not sure about this, his post-cum brain looking around the room, realizing
what they had just done, what HE had just done! "isn't that a bad idea?
Even the raid part?" he looked at John, rethinking the whole situation now
that he had blown his load.  And worse here was a roomful of older guys who
had seen how he blew his load!  The word "cocksucker" branded on his
forehead was starting to throb, and Sam was looking for the exits.
	"No, they'd think it's funnier than shit!" John was mopping at
Rich's balls with that used cumrag, wicked and intimate in equal measure
"c'mon we're doing this!"
	"John you know this is a really bad idea..." especially seeing the
look in John's eye.  When John put his bulldozer brain to something, nobody
could talk him out of it.  Rich knew once John blew his load he was a
different person, all determination and no nonsense.  And if Rich knew
anything, it was Larry would not put up with any more shit than his dad.
He almost slapped himself!  What was he worried about?  His dad could not
say boo to him now.  Or John!  And having Joel all but out himself and
seeing Brian even worse, but that big dick more than eager for real sucking
and maybe even fucking and Sam, little Sam the over-the-top terror in a
small package, like their personal Trojan Horse, their own puppy-dog
boobie-trap, no one would suspect him until it was too late!  And even
better having Joel out of the way was like the final deciding factor, like
the stars were aligning and they would be idiots not to get those adults
really pissing their pants,
	"Okay fine..." but my hunch says look out below!