Date: Sun, 29 Dec 2013 10:46:46 -0600
From: mt <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter One Twenty five for "The Exam"

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(NOTE: This story involves a "prequel" regarding the O'Toole family
mentioned in Chapter Ninety-Seven.  Several readers expressed an interest
in hearing more about the character of Pat O'Toole.  Although these stories
are stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning
all the way back in Chapter One.  By reading Chapter Ninety-Seven alone (or
for that matter Chapter Ninety-Eight for Coach Don Farbersten), the reader
will have a better idea who the characters are and how they came to be in
that crowded room with Pat being forced to explain to his roommates all the
ordeals he endured to bring him to that northern crossroads.  That being
said, we continue with the story from Pat O'Toole – and friends!



Chapter One twenty-five

	The next day at practice it was Coach Sorin running a tight ship
with Farbersten and that ominous overly musclebound guest no where to be
seen.  Slowly it dawned on Pat that Coach Farbersten just might be,
probably was showing the rest of the Varsity wrestlers off to the Kruisay
guy.  Pat was so spooked by that image he let Lester pin him, the horror
that his brother and their "A squad" were now also mixed up in these sex
games, the thoughts of all them doing sex shit hitting him like a slam to
the solar plexus.  As Pat suspected, Sorin did not ask for any two guys to
stay late, but Pat and Mack knew it would be only a matter of time before
all his teammates started putting the puzzle pieces together.  These
coaches were gambling no one would dare compare notes like Pat and Mack had
done, nobody was eager to expose their activities to their friends much
less the whole team!  So they were hoping no one would volunteer any
information to anyone about any "after-school" involvement.  Even when guys
were pestering Theo in the showers and in the locker room after practice,
he just shrugged and said it was typical boring but ball-busting bullshit.
At the same Pat could see Ted was doing everything he could to get a word
in with Mack.  Pat was already drawing lines of colored chalk on his mental
blackboard, connecting dots here and people there.

	He got home and was relieved to see Mike had beat him there,
already come and gone.  This was his work night at the college bookstore,
so Pat headed downstairs to Sean's bedroom and/or work-out room.  Suddenly
Pat realized staying in shape was going to be his trump card, if not merely
a bullseye on his forehead.  He finished arms and was working on his back
and shoulders – he loved doing shoulders, they responded so dramatically
– when he heard someone on the stairs,
	"Dad?"
	"Funny numb nuts!" and Sean appeared, legs first.
	"Thought you had practice all week."
	"Even sophs gets a day off" Sean threw his stuff on his bed "what
about you?  Thought you were teacher's pet or some shit."
	"Hey language, y'know dad – "
	"Ain't here" looking around "or is he?"
	"No he ain't" Pat had the weights adjusted and began pull-downs,
his back spreading, his lats flaring out like crazy.
	"Wow, always impressive when you do that."
	"You know you ain't getting bigger sitting there, imp."
	"Fine, I'm doing chest when you're finished" and Sean started
pulling off his jacket and shirt.  When he started pulling off his t-shirt,
Pat shook his head,
	"Don't you remember dad said – "
	"Ain't here" and Sean stood there, bare-chested.  Pat made a point
of looking away but then he heard something worse.  It was the sound of
Sean unsnapping his jeans.
	"Okay I better leave" Pat got up to leave not turning.
	"Geez if you're gonna be such a baby about it" Sean pulled on his
sleeveless t-shirt, but wore nothing over his white briefs.
	"Ain't ya putting something else on?" Pat ended up turning, and
nodded in the general direction of Sean's waist.
	"Hey I'm covered" tugging at the waistband, and Pat could see
Sean's junk clearly defined by the baggy material "c'mon spot me.  Besides
you owe me."
	"For what, imp?"
	"For not bring up, y'know..."
	"No I don't know."
	"Nice try" Sean knocked Pat away from the weightbench "if I say
what, then you won't owe me.  So I won't and then you do."
	"You are crazy, y'know that?"
	"Take after you more everyday" Sean picked up the bar and raised it
up "uhmnph!"
	"Fine you win" Pat knew two plates were the agreed-upon limit.
Another one of their dad's rules.  So Pat straddled the head of the bench,
making sure Sean did not hurt himself.  But he noticed that his brother had
been religious about keeping up his weight routine.  And when his t-shirt
rode up, there was his faint brown treasure trail where Pat never
remembered seeing one before.  The kid was toning up well, not as big and
musclebound as Mike their oldest brother, or as long-limbed and v-shaped as
Pat, but being the only brown-haired brother gave him a certain peculiar
attraction.  He was structured more like Mike compactness, like their dad
as well, but his brown hair was purely their mother's doing.  By the time
Sean finished his ten, Pat could not help be impressed by the definition
showing in his chest and arms.  The kid was well on the way to stud-muffin
status.  And Pat had to be brain-dead not to realize Sean was getting into
showing off for his older brother.  Whether or not he was started to fill
out below the waist, Pat was trying not to notice.
	When it came Pat's turn he wanted to continue shoulders but Sean
nagged him to do presses as well.  But there was something about having
Sean's crotch so close to his head that made Pat lose concentration.  And
pumping all that blood somehow caused the byproduct of blood pumping
somewhere Pat did not intend.
	"Wow you get better every time I see you, we so gotta do this more
often" Sean was flushed and sweating.
	"Yeah that'd be cool" Pat had to admit.  Something about Sean's
enthusiasm was a bit infectious.
	"You know you look better, bigger, stronger every time I see you,
right?"
	"If you say so... maybe."
	"No seriously you do!  I'll prove it" and Sean went to his computer
and went to a file marked "cartoon bugs bunny" and opened it up.  There
were pictures of him and Mike taken at a picnic years ago.
	"Geez Sean you still have those?"
	"Sure why not?"
	"Cause they're lame" and we're shirtless, Pat was thinking.
Something about Sean almost hiding them in a mislabeled file got Pat
thinking "you should get rid of them – "
	"No way!"
	"But they're old!"
	"So let's update them!" and Sean reached into a drawer and there
was another of those digital pocket cameras.
	"Damn Sean put that away!  Does dad know you have that?"
	"He got it for me remember?  Like Christmas two years ago?"
	"I don't remember – "
	"Cause you were too busy with your new baseball glove!"
	"Oh, okay that I remember" and a flash went off in his face "hey!"
	"C'mon!" Sean readjusted it "without the shirt!"
	"No way!"
	"Okay at least roll up your sleeves!  Your guns are awesome!"
	"No way!  Like I'm gonna..."
	"C'mon don't be a wuss, it's no big deal I'll owe ya!"
	"You'll owe me, huh?"
	"Yeah, big favor!"
	"Okay but you owe me!" and that was it.  If there was Pat's soft
spot it was showing off his arms.  His long sinewy corded with muscle arms.
And then it was his abs, with his shirt pulled up to his chest.  Then with
a great deal of coaxing the shirt came all the way off, and Pat spread
those shoulders for a back shot.  When that flash went off they both heard
it; a car engine stopping in the driveway right outside Sean's basement
window, "DAD!"
	Pat was in his shirt so fast, yelling at Sean to hide the camera.
They were barely finished when they heard,
	"You guys down there?" and the first footsteps on the stairs.  But
Pat was already racing up the stairs, as slow as he could to intercept him.
	"Hey dad, just helping Sean with his homework" hearing the rustle
of books behind him, right on cue.
	"Well your mom and Jennie won't be home til late so I'm taking you
guys out!"
	"What about Mike?"
	"What about my training?" from them both simultaneously.
	"Then we'll make sure he joins us – for salads!" and that got
the expected groan.  But still it was better than getting yelled at for
what they were almost caught doing.  Which Pat thought was nothing.
	The next day's practice went normally, although Pat thought he
detected some guys giving nervous glances at other wrestlers.  Much like
his own glances, but not enough for Pat to draw any clear conclusions.  Or
maybe his hunch-detector was on the blink.  Coach Farbersten made a brief
appearance both times but then went to coach the "real" wrestlers, the A
squad.  And there was not so much as a mention of their mysterious guest.
Even though Theo made a point of peppering Coach Sorin with questions about
scholarship possibilities.  But Sorin only said: talk to Coach Farbersten.
Which was something Theo tried but could not get him alone.  At least
that's how it looked to Pat.  And Mack was not talking.
	So Pat almost gasped when Sorin called his name just as he was
leaving to get showered and changed.
	"What's up, Coach?"
	"Need you for after school" sex, he almost said.
	"Huh?  Who me?"
	"Yeah you" he said, halting his exit.  Pat looked around to see who
was witnessing this.  He could see Mack's expression and then Sorin caught
his as well.
	"You got a problem here Muller?"
	"N-n-n-no coach" Mack gave Pat a look.  Sorry, he shrugged and made
his exit.
	"Okay, look I know why you – "
	"You don't know nothing, got it?" Sorin steered him towards the
center of the practice room "you want Varsity, don't you?"
	"Hell I'm not even officially JV yet and – "
	"Well we'll see about that" and just like that the door opened and
there was the returning Coach Farbersten.  And with him was someone Pat did
not recognize.
	"Pat this is one of the Varsity wrestlers, named... well let's call
him... hmm Dog, for today."
	"Hey Humdog" Pat held out his hand.  But the big guy did not
reciprocate.  He just continued to focus on Farbersten.
	"This the dude you want me to" nodding at Pat "kinda big for a
junior" looking Pat up and down.  So Pat took the opportunity to look him
up and down as well.  The guy was like something off a poster for Wrestling
Today, or the cover of Wrestling Digest or some such thing, judging by his
build alone.  Pat could tell this guy was one of the upper weight classes,
bigger than his brother – his brother?  This guy wrestled with his
brother?  He was built heavy like Mike but at least twenty pounds heavier
if not more.  And where Mike was blond and slightly hairy like their dad,
this guy was dark haired and from what he could tell not a hair on him.
That is except for that intimidating modified Mohawk and what looked to be
the beginning of his five-o'clock shadow.  And if that was a tan, how did
he stay tanned this late in the year?  However he did it, this guy had
"star athlete/star bruiser" written all over him.
	As soon as the two joined Pat standing in the center of the room,
Farbersten went and locked the door.  Like Pat needed another signal this
was going to be rough and dirty.  To confirm his dark suspicions the coach
announced,
	"Just jocks" Pat saw the slight smirk on Humdog's face "for
starters."
	"So he is the guy, huh?" Dog nodded at Pat.
	"What guy?" Pat panicked when he saw the big guy already stepping
out of his singlet.  And there was something large and cut already sticking
out of the side of his stretched jock.
	"Coach?" Pat felt the blood drain from his face.
	"Yep, this is the dude.  Okay as soon as Pat gets with the program
I wanna see some serious wrestling" and Farbersten made his folding chair
squeek like a slap to Pat's face.
	"Do it!  Strip!" Pat's opponent stood there all but rubbing himself
"we don't got all day."
	Pat lowered his sweat-stained singlet and then tugged it off
avoiding Humdog's stare instead keeping his eyes locked on Farbersten
hoping this was all some weird joke.  Then his head-gear and pads also
ended up in a pile on the floor until his stretched jock matched his
opponent's.  Almost.  Because Pat was far from hard, even though he had
kept to that bargain with Mack.  When they heard the whistle the two of
them locked arms and Pat immediately felt how out-gunned he was.  He put up
as much of a fight as he could but in a record minute he was flat on his
back, his wide shoulders pinned under all those smooth tanned muscles.  Now
that he was in such close physical contact he could tell the dude was not
naturally so smooth; he had shaved his body.  But for what?  Pat guessed
wrestling but there was nagging suspicion there was more to it than that.
	"Assume the position O'Toole" he heard and as soon as he was on his
knees with that hulk bent over him, he felt Farbersten dripping oil down
his back!  This time that Dog yanked him off his feet and spun him around
while he still could get a grip and this time Pat was splattered down on
his stomach, that greasy jockstrap pressing against his bare butt.  He felt
those muscled thighs knocking his legs apart and then his furry crack was
dribbled with more oil, most of it landing where it would be needed.
	"No coach... please..."
	"Assume the position O'Toole!"
	"O'Toole?" Humdog flinched "you...?"
	"What?" Pat realized this big guy recognized his name which
meant... which meant he and his brother were what?  Teammates?  Before he
had a chance to ask him anything he felt something hot and hard pressing
into his crack.  He looked at his coach like, is this for real?
	"Relax your hole" he heard whispered over him "or this is gonna
hurt like you can't imagine" and with a steady insistence Pat felt a cock
begin to stretch his hole "squeeze out like..." a slight nudge with those
strong hip muscles "yeah like that... yeah!" and that fat head popped
through the ring!
	"Coach!" Pat gasped, his eyes bleary with the effort "coach
please!"
	"Ease out..." Farbersten found his voice "we don't want to kill
him.  We got plans for that butt as soon as you break him in, got it W-I
mean Dog?"
	"Yeah coach" the big guy pulled out and reapplied more oil to his
now desperate cock, throbbing with the need to fuck.  When Farbersten
approached him with the opportunity to empty his nuts, he thought it would
be a cheerleader on her knees in a broom closet or something.  But then
Farbersten informed him it would not be a cheerleader but another wrestler.
After the initial shouting match, his coach made the proposal.  And the
hefty reward that would accompany it.  Finally "Dog" agreed; but he also
added some conditions of his own, like which one of his teammates would be
on the receiving end.  When Farbersten vetoed that, they were back to
square one until the coach upped the ante.  So it was a reluctant but
curious "Dog" that was dragged into the practice room, expecting to see one
of his teammates standing there.  When he saw this junior he was a bit
disappointed.  But any disappointment disappeared once his cock felt itself
pressing into that hot tight hole, one of his darkest most buried fantasies
come true "now what?" bent over Pat's back, his cock and balls free of the
pouch, dripping oil everywhere.  He was just about to ease it back into
that hole when he saw a flash!
	"NO!" from both of them, seeing Farbersten holding his camera
phone.
	"Okay now" Farbersten crouched down next to them "Pat straighten
up!"
	"Not with that... pointing at..." but again their coach got another
picture of Pat's front, his cock far from soft.
	"Your cock ain't shy about cameras, no reason you should be!"
	"But why?  Where are those – " from the big Dog.
	"Coach!"
	"You made your bargain, now do it!" and he snarled at Farbersten
but came around Pat's back and bending him forward eased his cockhead
between those greased cheeks.  Pat gasped feeling that pressure again, but
this time everything was so greasy even if he tried he could barely prevent
that hard from sliding into him.  This time it was more that the head; it
felt like his whole arm pressing into him!  Pat gasped and would have
collapsed on the floor but a big strong arm came around and pulled him back
into his shaved front, impaling the full length of his cock into Pat balls
deep.
	"Okay Dog do it!  Hard and deep!  Do it!" Farbersten took another
pic, but both guys were too far into their insane fuck to really notice,
Humdog overwhelmed finally feeling a tight ass gripping his cock for dear
life, and Pat finally feeling something hotter and thicker than fingers
opening his butt.  Again and again they heard that camera captured
incriminating evidence against both of them.  But for whom?  And why?
	But Pat was in another world, that hot sweaty body so plastered on
him, he could barely tell where he left off and this big dog started.  And
then something very wrong began to happen; Pat saw his front arched over
another body, and it felt like his own cock fucking harder and harder into
that Humdog's spasming butt!  When he felt that a shock travel through the
body below him!  Above him? Pat got the sudden shock something similar was
going through that Humdog's brain as well!  Like they were trading places
back and forth over and over, fucking and getting fucked smashing into one
big spiral of agonized ecstacy!
	"Oh fuck oh fuck" Dog began to chant with Pat not far behind.
	"Do it!" Farbersten crouched next to them, no longer taking pics
but failing to keep his hand away from the tube sticking out one leg of his
shorts "fuck him!"
	"Ugghh!" Dog yelled and collapsed on top of Pat's back, his cock
exploding his pent-up load deep inside that hot tight hole.  His hips were
out of control pumping more and more into him until he thought his balls
would implode.  He was just coming out of his orgasm fog, feeling his cock
so sensitive from cumming, still feeling something like a thick tube inside
his own ass when he heard,
	"Okay I warned you Wi-I mean Dog" Farbersten rocked back onto his
ankles, no longer trying to hide his own arousal "we made a deal!"
	"Coach c'mon!" starting to ease his tortured cock free.
	"Leave it in there!"
	"Coach!"
	"That cock ain't finished remember?  Three loads!"
	"Coach you weren't serious!"
	"Three got it?  Or you want to go for four?"
	"No..." Humdog was almost whimpering.
	"Or we do four, and this time in front of – "
	NO!  Okay, I'll try..." and then Pat felt the most amazing thing.
His hand – or Humdog's hand in reality – reached around and grabbed
Pat's cock!  It was so greasy and Pat was already so over charged it was
barely twenty seconds of jacking before Pat unloaded his overfilled balls
all over the floor.  And Farbersten's camera right there to capture the
explosion.  As soon as he felt his orgasm subside, that cock inside him
began to harden all over again "on your back."
	"Huh?" Pat wanted that grip to ease on his cum-smeared sensitive
cock.
	"Spin around and on your back... do it" but Humdog's cock slipped
free of Pat's now gaping dripping ass.  Pat toppled sideways and rolled
backwards, finally getting a good look at what had been buried to the roots
inside him.  Even with the recent explosion of orgasms, Dog's cock was more
hard than not, the shaft shiny and blood-red, the crooked head bent at a
weird angle to the shaft, like the square head got broken with Pat's
spasms.  Pat was about to say something but then his legs were bent
backwards over his head and with a gasp it was inside him again.  Pat had
barely adjusted before that greasy cum-slick hand was back on his cock,
yanking him like it was a race.
	"Yeah just like that!  Do it!  Two more loads!  Do it!" Farbersten
was grunting.  Pat opened his eyes and there was their coach on his knees
hovering over Pat's shoulder, his cock free and staring right at Pat like
an accusing finger.  Seeing it hard in the showers that day was one thing;
seeing it up close and drooling at him like this... well that was something
else entirely.  And knowing the lust that was fueling his hardness was from
seeing Pat actually taking a cock up his ass, that Dog guy mercilessly
fucking him inches away from the only man who should be stopping this, well
that was enough to get the blood back into Pat's lengthening cock.  And
then it began to happen again; Pat was getting jacked at the same time it
was his cock buried deep in that big jock's ass, and his hand on his cock.
This time Pat was able to lock eyes with Humdog's and saw the shock there,
knowing something all but identical was going through his head as well.
Pat collapsed into the twin sensations and hearing Farbersten's cock's
slapping sounds and hearing his panting, then Pat's two cocks in
simultaneous rhythms until one of them began to erupt its load.  Then both
were, until it became impossible to tell one orgasm from the other, both
colliding together like a twin trainwreck.
	A deep groan came from one of them and then Pat felt the connection
broken, that bent cock slipping free of Pat's bruised hole with a sloppy
pop.  Humdog collapsed backwards, panting and red like he had met his
match.
	"No!" Farbersten groaned "three, three times he gotta cum!"
	"Why?" from both of them, Humdog groaning with exhaustion, Pat's
voice more confused than fatigued.
	"Just do it!"
	"Why don't you take a turn?" Humdog allowed himself a glance at
that hardon sticking out of his coach's shorts "you do it!"
	"You'd like that, huh?"
	"Gimme a rest here!"
	"You the big stud, always bragging about how many chicks – "
	"Okay okay you made your point, but c'mon..."
	"Do it W-I mean Dog, you know what happens if – "
	"Damn" he lifted Pat's legs and started to pump some life back into
his numb dick, red and rubbery with all its effort.
	"No on your feet, both of you!" half-dragging half-lifting Pat to
his knees and then his feet "now bend forward... and you!" lifting Dog up
as well, this time taking more effort to get all that dead weight off the
mat.  As he did Farbersten's hand replaced Dog's on that sore red dick.  At
first Dog was too shocked to stop him, then there were two hands fighting
over getting that cock tugged back to something that could force its way
back inside Pat's muscle butt.  But the way his coach had a tight grip
around the base, Dog was able to squeeze the head back inside the ring.
After that the actions of two rutting studs took over.
	"Yeah, now third time's gonna do it!  Fuck him!  Fuck him til he
can't think straight!" which is what they did.  Now the big Dog was out of
control, his cock so desensitized from the previous batterings it was like
dull rubber slamming again and again into Pat's slimy hole "yeah go for it!
Don't stop don't stop" Farbersten came around to the side, one hand
reaching under Pat's stomach finding that soft long tube, the other one
rubbing all over Pat's face "yeah fuck him silly!  Fuck him til he thinks
he's turned inside out!" and then Pat felt that bent cock bang into
something deep inside him, that spot his fingers had found once or twice
before.  But this time it was like nothing else, like an electric prod
hitting him right in the... wow!  Again he felt his cock banging into that
deeply buried knob, and he brain short-circuited again, not sure if he was
drilling or being drilled, but both sensations colliding together into one
huge spasm of agony wrapped in pleasure wrapped in agony over and over
until something else was intruding on his brain, their brains!  Pat felt
Farbersten's fingers invading him mouth and far away heard "yeah, your
mouth on a dick huh?  Remind you of something huh O'Toole?  No you don't
gotta say shit.  Your mouth sucking off a big hard cock huh?  You wanna
have me put my cock in here next?" those fingers jabbing again and again
past Pat's lips "you'd suck me off wouldn't you?  You would like me to
shoot my load into your mouth, right?  You don't gotta say it, your dick is
doing all the talking now" Farbersten's hand a rapid jacking up and down
Pat's again hard cock "both of you taking turns on my cock huh?  Don't both
Wi-I mean Dog, your cock ain't going soft either thinking about it!  Both
of you taking turns bobbing on my cock!  Yeah yeah faster like that,
getting close?" hearing the gasps and pants coming from Humdog lost in
relentless attack "but now you could fuck for hours with the edge off and
not cum, right Dog?  A fuck machine is what you are now Dog!"
	"Coach coach coach" he gasped, but Farbersten was right.  His cock
was hard but nowhere close to cumming.  What he needed was a break, just a
minute to catch his breath, and regain his momentum.  Because no matter how
hard he drove his hips into that hot ass, his cock was like someone else's
hardon for all he could tell "you... you... take a turn, Coach!  I wanna
see you fuck this – "
	"You'd like that huh?" and if Farbersten didn't grab one of Dog's
hands and slam it onto his cock "feel this cock.  You wanna see this fuck,
huh?"
	"Yeah, yeah do it do it!"
	"And you O'Toole, you wanna feel this meat in your ass?  Say it!"
	"Fuck... fuck... fuck me coach!"
	"Okay deal!" Farbersten's hand tugging at Pat's cock like it was a
race "say it!  Say you want me to fuck you!"
	"Fuck me!  Yeah I want you to fuck me!"
	"Okay you're gonna get your wish Tool!" that hand and Pat's cock
were locked in a relentless climax now "but when I fuck you, it's gonna be
in front of the whole squad!" and that did it!  Pat's cock gave a sudden
lurch and Dog's desensitized cock felt that anal ring contract around his
fat head as Pat's orgasm seized him, every muscle tensing and spasming as
Pat exploded down onto the mat, two three four noisy splashes telling Dog
his ordeal was over.  He pulled free not sure exactly what had happened.
All he knew was his cock was so sore he was a bit scared.  But he was also
so hard and so red it looked like a stranger's cock.  But he never saw it
this big and swollen in his entire short life!

	This time when Pat stood in the shower and saw Farbersten's hardon,
and further to his left that big Dog's swollen red meat as well, he did not
care if he threw a bone or not.  And if he did it was too late for modesty.
But seeing their coach openly showing his cock like that it was more a
threat than a turn-on now.  Because if his threat was real, Pat had to deal
with the remote possibility he would make good on his "promise".  Without a
word Pat finished and slipped out, leaving those two alone to do... what?
Pat dressed quickly and left the lockerroom, not really registering the
grunts and moans coming from the still running showers.
	He had barely made it to his bike in the parking lot when he heard,
	"Psst hey!" and Pat looked around "Hey Pat!"
	"Shit!" Pat saw the window of Mack's truck down and his head lean
out "Mack what are you doing here?"
	"Waiting for you."
	"Huh?  What?  Why?"
	"Get in.  We gotta talk."
	"I got my bike – "
	"Put it in the back Pat" not taking no for an answer.  Pat threw
his bike into the flatbed and got in expecting the worse.  He did not have
to wait long "I saw you" staring straight ahead.
	"You what?  Oh... shit... you mean...?"
	"Yeah Pat, I saw the whole thing."
	"You were up... up there?  Spying again?"
	"What do you think?" and Mack tossed him his camera phone "not
worrying about you deleting them" and Pat opened the file to see some
slightly blurry pics of him with that big dude bending over him, both
naked, with Farbersten and his bared cock for good measure.
	"Look!  I can explain!"
	"You really did it!  You finally went all the way, a dude actually
fucking you in the ass, O'Toole!  That's just not `bi' dude, that's as gay
as it gets!"
	"So what?  You gonna beat me up now?"
	"Fuck no!  I should but..." turning down the street to Pat's house
"I mean..."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Why'd you do it?  Huh Pat?  Why you just lie there and let a dude
use you like that?"
	"I really don't know.  All I know is that weird shit's been
happening lately."
	"Like?"
	"Like I don't know.  Like it's this weird drug or shit.  And I keep
thinking it's not like this is going to destroy me, or destroy any future I
have or – "
	"Huh?  WHAT?  It won't?  What you think's gonna happen when word
gets out?"
	"Word's already out" Pat turned to stare at Mack now they were
parking in front of the O'Toole house "I mean that big Varsity guy got
dragged into this knowing he was going to fuck a guy in front of Coach,
okay?  And nobody seems to be sweating this anymore.  Like we're all
following some plan book, something we're like destined to do or – "
	"Coach will bust you for whatever drugs – "
	"Ain't like that Mack!" slugging him in his padded shoulder "c'mon!
Okay?"
	"What... um..." looking around "you know I ain't into your shit
okay?" Mack looked around "and you know sure as FUCK I ain't on drugs
but..."
	"But what, Mack?"
	"When... um... when you two were..."
	"Fucking, yeah say it."
	"When you two were... fucking... I saw... I thought I saw..."
	"What'd did you see Mack?  Weren't you way up in that crawlspace
where we – "
	"Yeah... and..."
	"And what?"
	"Something happened... no don't interrupt... I saw... shit I don't
know what I saw.  I kept thinking my eyes or the lights down there
or... but it... it looked like you two were going in and out of focus!"
	"Huh?"
	"Yeah like you guys were underwater or some shit – no don' say
anything don't interrupt but damn I can't explain but like it was some film
or something in front of you guys kept coming and going sometimes really
blurring you two and... I don't know how to explain it okay?" but Mack was
sweating bullets.
	"You don't need your eyes checked Mack, I know what you're getting
at" Pat lowered his gaze not to freak out Mack even more.  Because Pat
could tell Mack was freaking big time.
	"Huh?  You DO?  WHAT?"
	"When... when we were really into it... something weird happened.
Like we were... I don't know... like melting into each other and I was him
and he was me and – "
	"It looked like you two were blurring together okay, like one big
blur okay?" Mack shook his head.
	"You could actually see something?"
	"Yes no I don't know I don't know what I saw" Matt shook his head,
frustrated and very very horny.
	"But you saw something.  Damn..." Pat looked around the darkened
street "it was weird how the two of us were like swimming back and forth
into each other.  Like I was in his head and damn!  Then he was in mine
too?  But like I guess that's something I gotta deal with now, when two gay
guys so into each other – "
	"So you gay now?" Mack did not look at him.
	"Until something else comes along, until something bigger than that
gets me going."
	"And him the big guy?  You trying to tell me he's gay too?"
	"Oh yeah definitely" Pat almost smiled "when you get in a guy's
head like that, there are not a whole many secrets.  But if anybody finds
out he is dead!  His dad is worse than mine!  I think he would be actually
killed if his dad found out, that is how his head was working anyway. But –
"
	"So if you... um... do shit with a guy..." Mack was rubbing his
hands together like it would help.
	"Can I tell if I guy is gay when his cock is up my butt?" Pat
smirked at him "y'mean like that?  I dunno maybe.  But I'm thinking that
was just a one-time freaky accident, okay Mack?  Or my brain just
short-circuited once in a lifetime deal I guess.  Cause I don't think I
could handle that again if that happens anymore.  It was like losing your
mind, literally."
	"Yeah, well what I saw I thought I was losing it too..."
	"So we still buds or not?" Pat changed the subject, because if Mack
did see something, that meant it was not just in his head.  Then it was
something much weirder and much much worse.
	"Yeah... maybe... sure I guess..."
	"Now you're gonna go home and jack off right?" Pat slugged him
trying to lighten the heavy mood.
	"No fucking way!" Mack lied "this weird shit, if it keeps
happening, well I'm gonna make sure the batteries are fully charged for
whatever shit's gonna happen next" slugging Pat back "but you!  I don't
know how many loads – "
	"Three..."
	"Three?  Well that's just fucked up.  But I don't think you're
gonna need to beat the meat for a long time right?  Because remember – "
	"Hell no" Pat lied "and I do.  Goes for you too Mack okay?  I know
after everything – even after what I did! – it's like all you think
about is getting off, right?" seeing Mack nod out of the corner of his eye
"but don't!  Okay, just don't!  Trust me on this one okay Mack?" because he
could not admit but for some reason lately, the more he got into shit like
this, the hornier and hornier he got.  Like having sex only made him
hornier.  He shuddered to think he was turning into some sex addict on top
of everything else "later bud and remember what I said, it's important" he
opened the car door and grabbed his bike, leaving Mack to digest everything
that had happened.  But Mack drove home getting more and more confused and
upset – yeah and horny by the minute.