Date: Tue, 28 Jan 2014 15:03:17 -0600
From: mt <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter One Twenty six 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 126

	Pat was supposed to double-date with his best bud Mack but instead
stayed home Friday night, even with some of the others guys taking in a
movie or two.  The threat of popcorn was too great, he rationized to
himself.  And the threat of being around some "jock-crazy" girl was even
worse.  Not that he would do it but lately anything and anybody seemed to
become sexual objects to Pat's crazed brain.  And the reverse was even more
so, as everyone thought "the Tool" was like a cum magnet or some bullshit.
And since both his brothers Mike and Sean had their typical Fridays out,
Pat had the "workout basement"aka Sean's bedroom, all to himself for a
chance.  Without his kid brother hanging on his every move and word.  His
dad and mom were busy lecturing his sister about something or other
upstairs in the kitchen, so they were also out of his hair as well.  It was
exactly what he needed; to do a full workout without interruption or
distractions, and burn off all of his sex-fueled steam in the process.
That night he slept like a baby, putting all his worries behind him,
convincing himself things were going to work out, in spite of the week he
had been through.

	"So what is everyone doing today?" their dad asked over Saturday
morning breakfast, asking the room in general but his focus on Mike.
Before he could respond his sister and mom were out the gate, talking back
and forth about how to fit everything into the few unworthy hours allotted
to their full exciting lives.  Sean looked at Pat and rolled his eyes,
	"I'm gonna get dressed and head out to the park."
	"How you getting there?" his dad asked.
	"I dunno I call the guys."
	"Maybe you could help me rake leaves."
	"Yeah, maybe" and before maybe became a definitely Sean vacated the
table and was back downstairs to his room.
	"I'm gonna take a shower" Pat announced getting up from the
breakfast table.  Meaning, don't look to me either for chores, dad.
	"I'll help ya dad, I at least earn my allowance" Mike tried, more
to spite their sister than anything else.  Jennie stuck out her tongue at
him and went back to the talk-fest with their mom.
	"Get cleaned up first, we'll see then" and when his dad got up,
breakfast was called to an end.
	Pat took a brief shower, already noting it was going to be a warm
day, Indian Summer in full swing finally, he thought.  To keep clear of his
sister and mom, lest he get sucked into whatever brainless plans they were
hatching, he sneaked down into the basement to see if kid brother Sean was
making any progress getting a ride to the park.  Instead he was pouring
over pics on his computer.  Pat gulped when he saw himself on the screen,
shirtless and rather studly, he hated to admit.
	"Damn Sean, get rid of those!"
	"See how cool y'look?"
	"I mean it, get rid of them before dad sees – "
	"He won't!  I got them in my secret file, so password-protected no
one can see them."
	"You better make sure – "
	"Well they're hidden okay?  Trust me!"
	"Yeah right..." looking over at the weights "well you mind?  What
happened to your ride to the park, because if you leaving I'm gonna work
out" meaning: start making leaving noises.
	"What?" seeing where Pat was looking "you gonna work out or – "
	"Yeah if you ever decide to leave!"
	"Ride fell through" Sean lied "so maybe I'll just stay home and..."
getting his camera out of the drawer.
	"Don't even think about it... but..." getting the weirdest nudge in
the back of his head, that same numb nagging he guessed was some kind of
instinct-magnet for him of late "if you're gonna hang here at home and be a
slug today, you could do worse than work out too!"
	"Cool!" which was not the reaction Pat expected.  Especially when
Sean handed the camera to him!
	"Fine!  Your funeral" Pat narrowed his eyes "let's see how you like
somebody shoving a camera at YOU for a change!"
	"Cool!" talk about backfiring.  Pat thought Sean would be all quesy
and weirded by the idea.  Instead he was eating it up "camera's all loaded
and blank card and..."
	"Y'know this is kinda..."
	"Tell me about it" and Sean had two dumbbells and was already
warming up "lemme get a burn on first okay?"
	"Why you wanna..."
	"I wanna see my progress, every year I – "
	"You've done this before?  You have other – "
	"Sure lots.  Usually – "
	"Who took pictures of – "
	"Usually I had to do it myself.  But sometimes – "
	"You had your friends – "
	"Don't sweat it!" Sean continued his curls until he felt the blood
rush to his biceps, feeling them harden and fill out, and then off came the
shirt "okay take some – "
	"Damnit Sean..." Pat swore under his breath "if dad..."
	"Ain't here okay?"  Sean stood there shirtless, and Pat had to
admit looking not bad at all.  His tight shredded muscles were highly
striated and except for the light brown line going from his navel south he
was as hairless as Pat.  But blond he was not, their mom's genes whupping
their dad's big time, although he was short and compact like his dad and
even Mike the oldest "okay now how about of you?"
	"Ain't happening, if dad came down here – "
	"He'd yell and say over and over `we must maintain certain
household' yadda yadda yadda `your mother would not' yadda yadda yadda,
yeah I know the routine inside out.  Besides you know how good you look.
Lemme show you!" and before Pat could argue anymore a half-naked Sean was
at his computer opening the file showing the pics from the time before.
When Pat saw himself, even with the bad lighting and slightly off-focus, he
had to admit he did not look half bad.  Then they heard footsteps,
	"Pat you down here?" but it was their brother Mike.
	"Yeah down here" and Mike came lumbering down the stairs, two a
time.
	"Hey, dad's looking – what're you two doing now?" and before
they could intercept him he saw what was on Sean's screen "damn..." looking
over his shoulder "you know you shouldn't – "
	"See?  Even Mike thinks you look ho-I mean good" Sean was blushing
like he was the fair-haired son.
	"Put them away fast" Mike closed the file, but not before seeing
two or three more "dad's upstairs looking for you."
	"Okay tell'm I'm coming."
	"You tell him" shooing Pat upstairs, leaving Mike and Sean to come
up with some understanding about the forbidden pictures.
	Pat found his dad in the kitchen helping his mom with the dishes.
Already he was in the doghouse, jumping to the defensive.
	"Well if you and your brothers cannot help you mom, I expect you
guys to help me with yard work today.  This might be the last decent
weather we have before – "
	"Okay sure fine dad" maybe off the hook by an inch.
	"So as soon as we finish up here" looking at their mom "you guys
can just – " to be interrupted by the front doorbell.
	"I'll get it" their sister's voice came from somewhere.  They went
back to their discussion assuming it was one of her countless cheerleader
friends.  They were more than a bit taken aback when she returned to the
kitchen.  And behind her was
	"KRUIZAY!"
	"Hello Mister O'Toole" he held out his hand to his dad "and this
must be your lovely wife" and all Pat could do was stand there his eyes
bugging, his head swimming as his dad made introductions around the room.
Because standing there in the flesh was all two hundred fifty plus pounds
of strawberry blond powerlifter unshaved and showing two-day's growth of
reddish beard, dressed in his red hoodie and dress slacks, a
backwards-facing baseball cap covering his receding hairline.  He had
removed his sunglasses giving Pat a clear view of those narrowing eyes
returning again and again to his t-shirt covered chest when he was not
staring at his dad's.
	"Go tell your brothers about what we agreed" his dad waved him out
of the kitchen "your coach and I have to discuss some financial matters"
and as soon as Pat heard that he heard dollar signs!  That scholarship was
materializing right there in his kitchen, almost close enough to deposit!
Pat went running downstairs, noting Sean's shirt was back on and even
wearing a hoodie in the growing warmth of the morning.
	"You'll NEVER EVER I mean EVER believe who's UPSTAIRS!" Pat coughed
out "Coach!  I mean the visiting coach – "
	"Who?" Mike turned three shades of green "oh no not – "
	"Yeah, the foreign guy Kroo-"
	"You mean Krozay?  HERE?  Like HERE here?"
	"Yeah upstairs talking to dad!"
	"WHAT?" Mike looked like he had been sucker-punched and was about
to puke.
	"Yeah!" Pat was pushing all the bad stuff out of his mind and
concentrating instead on "scholarship!  They're talking scholarship up
there!"
	"Who who who?" trying to get between his two brothers "who's
upstairs?  Who is this guy?" Sean asked.  Pat was highly relieved Sean did
not know the guy.  And very nervous it appeared Mike did.  But then being
Varsity, it only served to reason that he would have had some experience
with the "new visitor".  Then they heard the footsteps...
	"Guys..." and it was their dad coming down the stairs and if that
was not cause for some concern, right behind him was... yeah Kruisay
looking around the room, giving it an almost professional appraisal.
Approval? "I think you guys know Mister Krooazherie?" not expecting him to
correct slaughtering his name.
	"Mister Krouzay?" Pat did not step forward to shake his offered
hand "so what is it really brings you – "
	"As you remember I promised I would pay you a visit to make sure
your work-out regimen was..."
	"You did?" Pat was having none of it "I don't remember..."
	"Tuesday we discussed" and the way he emphasized the day, Pat knew
that this was not something to be discussed in front of his dad.  Or his
brothers for that matter.
	"Oh yeah" looking at Mike "now I remember..."
	"Well dad I guess I better help you with the yard" Mike tried to
flee the approaching trainwreck "and – "
	"Don't worry about it" his dad was all smiles and even patting Mike
on his back, looking and sounding like some transplant alien impersonating
their dad.  Because that was not something to ever come out of his mouth
"I'll take care of it.  You guys work with Mister Kroyseerah this morning"
and he headed back up the stairs without so much as a confused look over
his shoulder.
	There was the obligatory nervous pause, Kruisay looking around the
room,
	"I believe I interrupted something?" his eyes always returning to
Pat.
	"Not really coach" Mike answered.  Pat thought: where'd the fuck
that "coach" come from?
	"You really his coach?" Sean was bug-eyed looking at the huge
intruder "wish I had a coach like – "
	"Well you do... now.  I am visiting some... um... members of the
team but... hmmm, I believe I could spare" even looking at his watch, geez!
"all of you an hour or two" still watching Pat's every move "as I promised
your brother here, I promised Pat I would check on his training regimen to
make sure..."
	"Oh wow!" Sean was pumped "you mean you're gonna train with us?"
	"Well if that – "
	"Oh wow cool, like right now?"
	"Yes, unless you had other plans."
	"No nothing, right Mike?  Pat we were just" Sean thought this was
up to him.
	"I... um... er... okay I guess." Regretting caving in so easy.  But
that numb buzzing in his head was not so loud he expected someone to
comment on it.
	"Perhaps we could start by you showing me your presses" Kruisay
looked at the weight bench "starting with you, Pat" and there it was.  No
preliminaries no gradual warning, no easing into this, just a hard shove
into the cold deep end of the pool.
	"Me?" Pat almost lost his breakfast.  Kruisay only nodded at the
bench and pointed "um... er..." looking at his older brother like: is that
cool?  You know about this???  When Mike did not say or do a damn thing,
Pat had little choice but to take a seat on the bench and watch with some
alarm as Kruisay loaded up the weights.  He knew it was not a huge amount
but still more than what he would do when he was just knocking around by
himself.  Like Kruisay somehow knew that.  He lowered himself down and
watched the big "coach" lower the bar to him.  He gave a grunt and began a
series of military presses, impressing himself he finished all ten.  He let
"coach" rack the bar for him and sat up feeling almost satisfied with
himself, like he had dodged the bullet.  But not enough to calm the growing
fear in his gut.
	"So what was your brother doing wrong?" Kruisay knocked the smile
off Pat's face fast.
	"Huh?"
	"What?" from around the room.
	"I didn't do anything wrong..." Pat knew better than to glare at
him.  But he did not appreciate being made to look the flunkie in front of
his brothers "what are..."
	"We will do it again" the big guy loaded more weights onto the bar.
Not enough to scare Pat, but enough to let him know him meant business "now
start again.  Only this time keep your elbows in against your side!"
	"Huh?  I never did – "
	"Yes I could see that.  As is suspected you were doing it... well
not wrong... actually... but you can do...hmm, better" the way he said that
gave Pat a slight chill down his spine.  This time when Pat started the
presses, he tucked his elbows in.  He felt the difference immediately.  It
was slightly more difficult, but man did his muscles feel the burn this
time!  He did five before the combination of increased weight and lack of
break-time caused him to quit.
	"Better?" Pat almost snapped at him.
	"Yes, but you can do still better" Kruisay loomed over him, looking
down at his red face, already shiny with the effort.  The major effort of
not going off on him "it is even easier if – ".
	"Easy?  Okay you do it!" Pat blurted out before he knew what he
said.
	"Yeah wow cool!" Sean added "you take a turn okay?  Let's see a
real muscle man do it!" getting a nervous look from Mike.
	"Very well.  Just for education" Kruisay directed Pat to vacate the
bench.  As soon as he was seated, he reached for the bottom of his hoodie
and before anyone could react he tugged it up and off.  Watching Sean
closely then it was his sleeveless sweatshirt that joined the hoodie on the
floor.  He sat there bare-chested, seeing the shocked expressions on their
faces "well?  What is the..."
	"Wow" Sean took a step closer "you are like... wow... you got
muscles on top of muscles and all that hair everywhere!" which he did.
Unlike the three brothers, Kruisay was covered in hair, a thick dark-blond
slightly reddish pelt, even his shoulders and back were covered with all
that fur.  Somehow being so furry only made his huge powerlifter muscles
look even larger, large enough Kruisay could see his reflection in Sean's
wide eyes "wow talk about..."
	"Is there a problem?" Kruisay turned to Pat.
	"Well..." Mike looked at Sean "y'see our dad's kinda strict about
us working out and wearing I mean, like we cannot I mean he doesn't even
like it for us to go shirtless down here and..."
	"Shirtless?" Kruisay feigned surprise "he does not let you...?"
	"Y'see with our mom and sister and..." Mike was struggling to put
it into words.  How could he when it did not make sense to him.
	"It's just a weird rule" Sean's eyes never leaving that pile of
furry muscle "when I'm by myself down here..."
	"Sean!"
	"It's okay, nobody can see me!" when I strip down to my underwear,
Sean almost said.
	"Well I am sure with adult supervision" Kruisay made no move to
cover up "your father should not mind."
	"Well..." Mike looked at Pat, growing more nervous by the minute.
Of course Kruisay caught the expression and pointed at the bench.
	"I will take my turn" finally turning from Sean to Pat.  Just when
Pat felt crosshairs burning into his chest, Kruisay turned again "but
before I do, why not see you take your turn Michael!" like Mike could
refuse him.  He shrugged and glanced at Pat before lying flat on the bench
watching his "coach" add a few more weights "and show your brother the
proper form I have shown you."
	Pat stood there catching his breath, thinking: shown you when?
Just now?  At school?  Mike took the bar from Kruisay and with a slightly
smoother motion began to do his presses, making a big show of slowing the
downstroke to the point it was almost five seconds longer than the lift
part.  He did eight and then re-racked the bar.  When he sat up Sean
grunted,
	"Wow!  That was awesome!"
	"Did you see the difference?" Kruisay asked him.
	"Yeah, like Mike was really slow and man that looked painful,
making it drag out like that."
	"Again!" Kruisay added a bit more weight "even more like I showed
you before."
	When Mike began another set, this time actually holding the weights
an inch off his chest for a full three-count before struggling the bar back
up, Pat knew those instructions were from some time other than this
morning.  Again he did eight and re-racked the bar.  When he sat up Kruisay
said,
	"No, stand" which is what Mike did without hesitating.  Kruisay
began a long demonstration of Mike's individual muscle groups, pointing out
how each muscle in his arms and chest responded to which part of the press.
	"Can't see what y'mean" Sean blurted it out.  Pat began to sense
his kid brother was going to be their noose around all their necks if he
kept egging on Kruisay like this.  Pat shuddered thinking what the kid's
naivete could spring the trap to.
	"What do you mean?"
	"Take his shirt off!" Sean's mouth blurted out again.  And Pat
heard it, not: take your shirt off Mike, but your coach take YOUR shirt off
for you.  There was a giant damning difference between those two.
	And yet that is exactly what Kruisay did.  He instructed Mike to
raise his arms and before Pat could say a word, he tugged the damp t-shirt
up and off.  Mike stood there barely able to hide his smug nervous
expression while Kruisay rubbed and poked various parts of his chest,
talking on and on about how to develop different parts, and how Mike's
defined muscles grew to be as impressive as they had.  Pat could see Sean
eating it up and even Pat had to admit seeing his brother shirtless was
unusual.  And very very impressive, all pumped and fresh from his set.
	"And with further work, here and here" rubbing almost blatantly
Mike's pecs "will fill out even more..."
	"Me now me now!" Sean was almost jumping up and down.  Pat looked
at Mike hoping to get him to intervene but Mike was too busy flexing and
admiring himself, knowing his shirtless display was something both
forbidden and highly intoxicating.  So any help Pat was looking for from
that direction was not coming anytime soon.  Sean took the bench and
objected when their "coach" removed some weight.  To show the big guy he
was not the punk of the group he made a big show of keeping his elbows at
the proper angle and even trying to do that slow lowering and holding the
bar like Mike did but after five he realized that difference was a killer!
After a brief rest Kruisay made him do two more reps with the additional
weight Sean clamored for, but by the third time he was requiring spotting
with each lift.  And each time Pat noticed the front of Kruisay's slacks
getting closer and closer to Sean's head!  He nodded at Mike directing his
attention to what was happening but Mike shook his head like: chill don't
say anything be cool!
	Of course as soon as Sean finished he was on his feet, his shirt
tossed to the floor.  Pat yelled at him to put it back on but was overruled
by Mike, not Kruisay!  So then it was Sean's turn to have his arms and
chest felt up by those strong hands.  Pat could see Sean also was just
wallowing in the attention, eating it up like crazy!
	"Your turn now Pat" first Kruisay pointed at the bench.  And then
at his t-shirt.  Pat knew he was a bit overdressed now, the rest of the
group half-naked and showing no signs of covering up.  He glared at Mike
who only nodded and pointed.  Pat knew they had crossed some unspoken line
in the sand; they were now in deep trouble if dad found out about this.  So
when Pat stood there shirtless and sweating he knew he had gone over to the
side of the traitors.  Like they were almost flaunting dad's strict rules,
daring Pat to be the goody-goody one.  But Pat's bared chest brought up the
memory of all those previous times he had let things get out of control,
like what happened between him and his coach.  And then the dominoes that
began to fall after that.  Those thoughts were not enough to make him stop.
Only start to make his cock fill out.  So when it came to be his turn to
lie on the bench he just knew he was showing the beginning of a hardon!
And he prayed no one called any attention to it!
	To make matters worse he could all but smell Kruisay's crotch right
above his head, doing more assists than he really thought necessary.  He
was finishing his fifth when he felt warm wet drops hitting his face; the
big guy's sweat was actually dripping down on him.  Talk about gross.  And
hot.  And wrong.  By the time he finished all ten he tried to sit up but he
was knocked out.  So it took him a bit too long to finally roll into a
sitting position and open his eyes.  The sight that burned his eyes was not
was he was expecting.
	Kruisay stood there sweating and almost out of breath, his
shoulders and chest matted and dripping, all that hair only making him look
even more sweated out.  But Pat never expected him to be standing there –
wearing only his boxers!  His big sagging oversized boxers!
	"Hey!  What's the big deal?" trying to tear his eyes off all that
exposed flesh "you can't be – "
	"Forgive me" he ran his hand down his chest and belly, smearing
that sweat even more, already the top inch or two of those thin boxers
discoloring with the moistness "it is warm here, no?"
	"It is warm here, yes" Pat glared at Mike who was too nervous to
meet his eyes "Sean, go check the furnace.  I think dad's upped the
settings by accident.  Now Sean!"
	Sean went to the back of the basement and wiggled his way behind
all the equipment.  Finally they heard,
	"Yeah, it's way up at seventy-four!"
	"Wow" Pat looked at Mike "what's up with that?  Dad never has it –
"
	"But that is good" Kruisay made his point by taking the bench next
"it should not be cold when you exercise.  That is bad for muscles" and
watched as Mike added even more weights and then Kruisay leaned back and
grabbed the bar finally taking his turn.  As Pat feared once he did, that
mound of his cock and balls became very prominent, now that only a thin
layer of damp material kept him from total nakedness.
	"Wow..." Sean returned and his eyes were all over that huge guy
displayed on the bench "um... er... I mean that's a lot of weight" shooting
a nervous glance at Pat, and then his shorts.
	"I don't know about this guys...seriously this..." Pat was more
afraid of his own reaction to all of this, than of Sean and Mike's sudden
eagerness to go along with Kruisay's weirdly dangerous agenda.  Never in a
million years could he have imagined this huge menace to be on his home
ground, much less with his two brothers so involved.  Much less finding the
whole scene creapily erotic on top of it.
	"It's cool, chill already" from Sean instead of Mike.  Which is the
person Pat had been hoping would bust this up before they got caught or
worse.  But every time Pat looked at Mike, he just shrugged and continued
spotting the huge hairy gorilla who continued his display, sucking all the
oxygen from the room in the process.  By the time he's finished, those
shorts were so wet they were all but transparent.  When he straightened up
and pointed at Sean, Pat wanted to object but before he could bark out a
single protest, if Sean was not yanking down his own running shorts and
replaced Kruisay on that sweaty bench wearing only his jockeys.
	"HEY!"
	"Hey what?" Sean barely looked up as Kruisay adjusted his weights.
	"C'mon Mike, tell Sean to knock it off!"
	"Knock it off Sean" Mike parroted him "you're gettin Pat all
freaked out.  He's liable to do somethin stupid if you – "
	"You're as bad as he is" Pat knew he was being outvoted and it
began to smell like some weird conspiracy.  It was not April Fools, but it
felt like they were out to pimp him bigtime!  And making it worse was
Kruisay just acting like nothing at all unusual in the slightest was going
on, which only made it worse.  Pat tried one last time to get Sean to clean
up his act but everyone acted like he was the one being weird, his
objections making him look like the one with the dirty mind not them.  So
Pat could only stand there with growing horror – and a growing hardon –
watching the barely clothed big guy spot his little brother, also barely
dressed.  And boy was it an eyeful!  Pat had to admit seeing his kid
brother stripped down to those tight white briefs was nasty, but hot.  He
never imagined Sean had matured so much, or imagine how good he would look
half naked and pumped And then he saw Mike also checking out Sean on the
bench, the realization that this was the most all three had seen of each
other!  Ever!  In a way Pat wished his dad would barge down the stairs and
break up this steadily deteriorating "workout", because Mike sure as hell
was doing nothing more than hang onto Kruisay's every word, hovering over
Sean like Kruisay's self-appointed assistant.  And hidden way in the back
areas of his brain Pat realized this was the most physical thing he had
ever done with his brothers, only because it was so impossible!  Like
everything else that had happened all week!  Again that little voice nudged
at Pat's brain, urging him to just go with the flow, because nothing like
this was really happening; and if somehow the flow turned into a flood it
would never ever happen again.  So he stood there hoping Sean would finish
up fast so Mike could take his turn and come to his senses finally.  Oldest
brother's job was to nip this in the bud.  That was when Pat heard,
	"Man!  I can look right up your shorts!" Sean was less focused on
doing his lifts than on what was right in his face "hey man, I can see your
cock!" and when Pat looked Sean was right.  The way Kruisay was crouching
over Sean's face, his fly was almost spread open and those damp pubes and
the base of his cock could plainly be seen whenever his crouch spread the
gap even wider.  And the way his leg openings were loose enough and right
there in Sean's face, Pat could only imagine how it looked from Sean's
angle.
	"Well I can see yours as well" Kruisay said with a straight face,
like this was so routine and expected it hardly was worth mentioning.  That
is when Pat knew he had to make some kind of noise to stop all this here
and now.  This had all gone too far even if it was a joke.  That's when
Kruisay gave Sean a sharp slap to his belly, causing his muscled abs to
flex as he doubled over.  Mike laughed and all but pushed him off the
bench.  Sean did not appreciate the humor so he retaliated by pantsing Mike
then and there.  Kruisay laughed; Pat gasped.
	"Funny" Mike bent down to cover his exposed crotch "don't think you
won't pay for that later."
	"Oh I'm so scared" Sean stuck out his tongue and jumped to escape
Mike's slap.  But instead of pulling up his shorts, Mike only tugged his
briefs back into place and let his shorts fall of their own weight.  Pat
knew he was totally and completely sunk now.  And when he saw his
half-naked older brother, all his big wrestler muscles on full display like
that, his briefs showing more of a bulge than he ever saw before, Pat had
no choice but to let all the blood drain from his face into his now
unavoidable hardon.  And he swore Mike stole a quick look at his tented
shorts before he took the bench, leaned back and grabbed the bar.  Kruisay
made a point of ignoring Pat's display and hovered over Mike, his crotch in
Mike's face this time as he spotted him.  But Pat thought he caught Sean
giving him several glances before all eyes returned to the main event.
	Mike was working with the full amount of weights for his presses,
causing his arms and chest to pop out like crazy.  And Kruisay was
assisting with every lift, his half-open fly right in Mike's face.  The way
Mike was sucking in lungfuls of air, Pat knew he was getting a good whiff
of that crotch with each grunt.  And the way he was arching his back only
made his crotch thrust up even more.  That's when Sean noticed it,
	"Oh look at this!" Sean grabbed Mike right in the crotch "Mike!"
	"Uggnnhhh" Mike spasmed and tried to stop him but the bar was fully
extended upwards and not about to be released at that moment.  Even when he
felt Sean's hand thrust through his fly, and before he could throw the bar
back into the stand, his thick cut meat was out and getting a good feel.
	"Mikey's got a boner, Mikey's got a boner!" Sean taunted, even
though that cock was far from hard.  Pat had to gasp but not before getting
a good look at Mike's cock, for maybe the second time since he was in
kindergarten.  It was remarkably similar but all of Pat's length had been
re-proportioned into a thicker wrinkled almost intimidating version of the
O'Toole endowment.
	"Sean!  Stop it!" Pat lunged over to them "hey!" yanking Sean's
hand off his brother's exposed cock "are you nuts?"
	"Too funny!" Sean laughed.  But Mike's cock lay on his leg as he
finished the last two lifts, his hands too busy preventing the bar from
crashing down onto his neck to do much about it.  Especially when Pat
looked up to see Kruisay's crotch was all but smothering Mike's face.  Pat
had never seen such a cock like the one that was hanging out of his
unbuttoned fly.  Mike and Sean were too busy fighting each other's hands at
Mike's cock to stuff it back in his fly – or pull it back out in Sean's
case – to notice Kruisay's thick beer-can wrinkled veiny mass of uncut
pale pink flesh was now hanging there waving in the breeze.  While the two
finished their tug-of-war, Kruisay announced,
	"My turn!" and then they all heard the sound.  It was the car in
the driveway right outside Sean's basement window!  Mike lunged off the
bench as they all saw the fender move past the window and then the second
car – their mom's this time – also start up and inch past Sean's
window.  Pat yelled at everyone to get dressed fast, but it was Mike who
told him to pipe down and not draw any attention to the window.  They
argued and crouched out of sight as their mom's car cleared the driveway
and continued to the street.  Then their dad's car was backed into the
driveway, parking right in front of their line of sight.  But now the way
it was positioned the sun reflecting off the finish shone a bright beam
right down at them.  They heard the car door slam and then the back door.
	"Okay I mean it we gotta get dressed now" Pat even lost his hardon
he was that freaked "guys!"
	"I will take my turn while you all argue about your rules" and if
the big gorilla didn't just plunk himself down dressed as he was "you!"
	"Me?" Pat knew this was it.  He was going to finally pay the price
for everything that had lead up to this, his coach, the after-school
"extras", or god-help-him, spying from the ceiling vents! "coach?"
	"No you!" pointing at Mike instead "spot me!"
	"Maybe we should take a break and see if – "
	"No now before all our muscles cool off" and he lay back as Mike
loaded his weights.  In a second those huge mitts grabbed the bar and he
was lifting it off the rack, Pat almost swearing it was bending with the
weight now.  With his ears cocked to catch the slightest sound from the
kitchen, Pat could not help but gape at those huge arms and chest as
Kruisay lifted that barbell straight up and held it there, his arm muscles
bulging as he locked it in place.  All those times Pat saw this new coach
at practice, he always wondered what those clothes were hiding, if the big
guy was really as bulked as he appeared, if his bulk was muscles or just
fat.  But seeing him now all but naked with those hairy overy-developed
muscles Pat realized he was all Pat feared and more!  He was to focused on
watching this big threat, and listening for an even bigger one up in the
kitchen, to register much of anything else.  Pat watched the steady rhythm
of Kruisay's display, and then with Mike's help Kruisay lowered that
bending bar slowly before the agonized lift began again.  And again, three,
four, five times, until his entire body was one shiny mass of thick fur,
and those ballooned-out hyper-developed muscles!  To counter-balance the
strain, Kruisay had spread his legs sideways and that's when Pat had to
notice Kruisay's fly had spread apart again or Pat feared even more?
	"Man" and before Pat could stop him, there was Sean's hand easing
the last few inches of that thick sausage free of the gaping fly.
	"Sean!" Pat yelled before he caught himself.  Yelling would only
bring the wrath of their dad down the stairs "Sean..." he almost whispered.
	"Get a look at this!" Sean had pulled it free, having a hard time
letting go of something that foreign, almost alien in its uncut sheer
hugeness.
	"Sean stop..." but Pat knew it was too late now; the dominoes were
toppling faster than he could stop them.  And the way that beam of sunlight
was focused right on the weightbench, he knew the unthinkable was now the
inevitable.  Short of their dad thundering down the stairs, he feared "Sean
you crazy?  Stop don't..."
	But did Kruisay try to stop him?  Even with Mike trying to take the
barbell from him all Kruisay did was push the weights up and hold them up,
even giving them a slight rocking motion.  He squeezed his eyes tight as he
felt that hand tugging at him, apparently giving the young kid free rein
with his cock.  When the tugging and yanking began to have the desired
effect, Kruisay opened his eyes leaning backwards.  He grunted at Mike and
the two of them finally returned the bar to its stand.  Pat expected the
coach to hit the roof, and all but strangle Sean.  Instead he heard,
	"Sean?  What ARE you doing?"
	"Oh man... sorry..." Sean pulled his hand away like it was the
hardest thing he ever did "I just..."
	"Don't think he's crazy" Mike jumped in "Sean here's been very
sheltered in his weird way,okay?  I mean what with dad and his crazy rules,
well don't get pissed just because Sean's kinda like a sheltered little
imp" trying to make it sound funny "not like he ever saw..."
	"Saw a penis before?" Kruisay sat up, looking from one to another.
	"Not like that!" Mike could see Sean was ready to shrink down to a
busted puddle on the floor "man, not an actual uncircumsized adult – "
	"You never saw an intact penis before?" Kruisay shook his head,
almost laughing the thought so impossible.
	"I told you like we – I mean Mike and Sean and me – even us
two like hardly ever can see each other okay?" Pat found his voice "much
less a real adult" knowing he was giving himself away now "and definitely
not a – hey!" Pat almost choked when Kruisay lifted his butt off the
bench and slid his boxers down and off.  He lay back on the bench,
completely naked.  He could feel three sets of eyes, burning into all his
sweaty flesh "c-c-coach...?" Pat coughed loud enough to rattle the weights.
	"Not big problem.  This is how brothers and I always worked out
when I was your age" like that explained this impossibility "have four more
left" grunting at the bar.  And those four words wer like an iron gate
locking behind them.  Only Pat heard the finality of those words.  Or so it
seemed looking around the room.
	"Y-y-you kidding?" or maybe Mike was snapping out of his stupor,
Pat hoped.
	"I look like I kid?" Kruisay's bored into him.
	"Y-y-y-you really sure?" Mike was beat red and panting, and Pat
knew the bottom had fallen out.
	"I am waiting..." for Mike to put the bar into his hands.  Kruisay
barely had the bar balanced and his first thrust upwards before he felt
that hand return to his cock.  This time he concentrated less on his form
than on allowing that hand to get more and more blood into his swelling
cock.
	"No don't Sean, please..." but Pat knew he was hours, if not years
too late to stop any of this.
	"We're brothers right?" and with his hand still openly masturbating
that huge swelling cock, Sean used his other hand to tug down his own
briefs.  Mike groaned almost losing the grip on that bar, seeing his baby
brother now completely naked, openly jacking the big adult like he gave a
damn if anyone would say shit.  And then Mike and Pat both saw it; Sean
using both hands on that growing monster, his own cock all by itself
throbbing and lifting and before Kruisay could finish, Kruisay was not the
only one completely boned.  Sean's was tubular like Pat's but more of
Mike's seven inches than Pat's ten.  But did it get hard!  It was like
plastered to his belly, his hairy dark-pink balls already pulling up tight
like he meant this.
	Once Pat saw that he freaked.  Because it looked like there was
going to be full-out sexual activities happening in their basement sooner
than he could slam the breaks on it.  He tore himself to the window to make
sure his dad was not right there watching this shameless display, his face
at that dusty window seeing enough to ground them all for the rest of their
lives!  Instead Pat craned his neck and there, way way in the back of their
yard was his dad!  Raking the leaves Pat was supposed to be raking!  Pat
could not believe it; his dad was doing his chores for him.  Then he heard
the slurping sound and spun around.
	Sean's face was buried in his coach's crotch, obviously blowing
him!  And if that was not bad enough, Kruisay's head was bent backwards,
and Mike's now bared cock was out his flyand inching slowly towards that
gaping mouth almost daring Kruisay to
	"STOP!" Pat yelled too loud before he realized what he had done.
And they all heard it!  The sound of the basement door opening and
footsteps on the stairs!
	"BOYS!"
	It was their mom and she was starting down the stairs!  She took
three steps and slowed "boys!  You're father is in back raking and I'm
leaving with Jennie to go to the mall?  You boys need anything?"
	"N-n-n-no NO mom!" Mike yelled back at her "I'm coming – "
	"Don't bother, finish what you're doing.  If you don't need
anything I'll see you at supper" and two steps on the stairs "and..."
	"What?" Mike dared not show himself at the base of the stairs
"w-w-what mom?" knowing just knowing she was going to come down after all!
	"Just" hesitating "just help your dad" and to Mike's relief she
started back up to the kitchen.  Pat was almost pissing himself!
	"They better be decent!" they heard their sister from the kitchen
before their mom's steps joined their sisters in the kitchen.  When they
heard the door close there was a group gasp around the room.
	"That was close!" Mike had tugged his briefs back up, but the
damage was done.  His hardon showed plainly through the material, the end
wet where Pat feared a mouth might have been on it.
	There was a long tense moment hanging in the air, all four of them
frozen waiting for the sound of two sets of feet crossing the floor and
then the front door.  After a moment the sound of a car starting could be
heard from the street.  Pat looked around the room.
	"Like mom said we better go help dad" Pat was so relieved they had
dodged the bullet.  But the damage was done.  He had seen his brothers –
seen them naked!  And with erections! – engaged in things he could only
label blatantly sexual.  And for two straight brothers to be...  And for
Pat to go from never even seeing them so much as shirtless to getting into
shit with this dangerous stranger was enough to give him a pounding chest
and throbbing head.  And goosebumps like softballs.
	"You really want me to get dressed and leave?" and if Kruisay was
not looking at Mike of all people.
	"He can stay" Sean answered for his older brother "right Mike?"
	"We can't make him" Mike looked at his youngest brother.
	"C'mon guys!  GUYS!" Pat was still shaking "you have any IDEA how
close – "
	"But we didn't get caught, did we?" Sean was on a roll.  He had
seen more flesh in the last half-hour than his workout bedroom has
experienced since... ever!  And his eyes were returning again and again to
that one huge presence taking up the whole space, the giant adult more real
than Sean ever imagined "besides it's my turn!"
	"Turn? Turn?? TURN?!  Are you crazy?" Pat looked to his brother
"Mike!  Say something!  You of all – "
	"Me?" Mike exchanged the briefest of glances with Kruisay "why me?
Like it's really up to me – "
	"And it is not" Kruisay swelled up twice his size "if it is anyone
who will decide it is me!  And I say if Sean wants his turn – "
	"Yes!" Sean pumped the air "and he jumped onto the bench like it
was musical chairs and the music had stopped.  When he saw the concerned
looks around the room, he shrugged "yeah I guess you're right" and off came
his t-shirt.  Before anyone could react to that he tugged down his shorts
as well until he was totally naked.  Without anyone saying or doing
anything he just sat there, his stiff cock doing all the talking "too late
for hiding shit, huh?"
	"Oh Sean..." Pat had difficulty not taking it all in.  Sean was a
few inches shorter than he was, in both places.  And unlike him and Mike,
the fuzz covering those few parts of his body was more reddish brown than
blond.  But what he lacked in muscular development, he made up in wiry
tight trimness.  Which only made that steel rod sticking out of his dark
pubes that much more of a target.
	"This time on your stomach" Kruisay looked around the room as his
shirt came off "we do something different now."
	"What?" from Mike.
	"No!" from Pat, expecting the worst.
	"Hand your brother a five pound weight" Kruisay instructed Mike "we
do Back Extensions."
	"Huh?" Sean was still sitting there, his legs spread wide.
	"I will demonstrate" Kruisay took the weight from Mike "stand up"
making Sean vacate the bench.
	"He's already standing" Mike also was taking in seeing his baby
brother naked and hard.
	"I show you" Kruisay lay down on the bench on his large hard belly
"you!" pointing at Pat "will hold my hips down."
	"Huh?  How?"
	"Lie on top of me" and Pat saw it before his brothers could get
their horny brains functioning.  He would be pressing his crotch down into
those huge cheeks.  No way he could do that without throwing a major bone
all over again.  With panicked looks at Mike and his endless shrugs Pat
lowered himself down onto that pile of hot hairy flesh.  Even before
Kruisay put the weight behind his head and started doing those reverse sit
ups Pat could feel himself responding.  By the time Kruisay had arched
himself backwards into Pat's face for the long five count Pat could feel
those hard glutes all but milking his cock, those grunts coming up from
that huge chest only vibrating more and more blood into his cock "enough!"
	Pat lay there a few seconds before he realized Kruisay wanted him
off.  He rolled away from those two staring at him but they all could tell
Pat was harder than ever.  He did not need to look down at his sweaty front
or Kruisay's wet boxers to know they had almost glued themselves together
with Pat's pre-cum.
	"Now you!" Kruisay pointed Sean down to the bench "with the
weight!" handing him the five pounder and bending Sean's arms behind his
head "I spot you!" and before Pat could react, Kruisay's stained boxers
were history.  He lowered his bare front down onto Sean's exposed ass,
pressing himself between those vulnerable butt cheeks "begin!"
	Sean managed to raise himself up once and then twice but each time
he did both Mike and Pat could see how Kruisay was rubbing himself up and
down Sean's ass crack.  Sean was grunted and wimpering, feeling something
large and hardening getting closer and closer to going deep into his sweaty
crack.  When he felt Kruisay slide further down and then when his upwards
thrust angled his cockhead press right against his hole he shuddered,
	"No..."
	"What is the matter?" and if Kruisay didn't reach down and grab his
cock, rubbing the head up and down until he found the pucker "is this not –
"
	"No don't!" Pat knew unless he did something fast he was going to
be a accomplise to seeing his brother get fucked then and there "he's only
a kid – "
	"And you are saying it is now your turn?" Kruisay turned sideways
until he was facing Pat "what are you saying?"
	"Don't do it okay?  He's too young okay?" Pat turned to Mike "Mike
say something!"
	Mike stood there trying not to look aroused by all he had been
seeing.  He dared not meet Pat's gaze.  So when Pat realized Mike was so
immobilized he would let it happen Pat knew he was painted into a corner.
	"Well?"
	"Okay, fine you win!" Pat helped Sean off the bench "my turn,
okay?" but damn, if the kid was not even harder than before.
	Pat knew he was doomed.  He lay down on the bench picking the
weight off the floor.
	"Not like that" Kruisay pointed at Pat's shorts "those will only
give me – your spotter – a rash.  Remove them."
	That is when Pat knew it was going to happen.  Even when he heard
Kruisay instruct Sean to find some body lotion in his bathroom "for
chafing" Pat knew he was so far gone he could do nothing but let this
damage him.  He stripped off his shorts and underwear without getting up,
his bare ass sticking up in the air.  He felt a set of hands smear the cold
lotion all over his back and then, like it was any surprise, down his back
and onto his ass, smearing even more into his crack.  When he lifted the
weight behind his head, he felt the full weight of Kruisay's two-seventy
frame press down on him until he thought he would be squashed.
	"Begin!" Kruisay grunted down at him as Pat raised his shoulders
up, arching his back towards Kruisay's face.  Then he felt it.  The blunt
end of what could only be his thick uncircumcised cock being directed
towards his unprotected hole "you and you!" calling out to his brothers
"come closer and watch your brother's... form carefully" Kruisay's
battering ram was in place "now down!" and Pat lowered his shoulders down
to the bench.  And as his shoulders went down his hips could not help but
flex upwards.  And as they did Kruisay's cock was waiting for him.  The
head forced its way in a good inch before Pat let out a house-rattling
scream.
	"Again!" Kruisay withdrew his cock a half-inch as Pat struggled to
arch backwards.  This time when he lowered himself that wrist-thick weapon
inched back in again.  And now when Pat tried to catch his breath it did
not leave him.  He heard the gasp from Sean and the deep guttural groan
from Mike.  They were standing there watching him get his hole opened by
this big stranger.  Pat knew unless he relaxed and squeezed out, this huge
tool would rip him open.  He relaxed his hole and felt it burn into him,
his flesh feeling like it was being stretched to the breaking point.  He
dared not think how this must look to his brothers, but knew no matter what
any of them expected, they were going to get a front row see to seeing Pat
get buttfucked, no mistake.
	"Again!" Kruisay grunted, but his breath was getting raspy.  And
this time when Pat leaned back he felt the fat head break all the way past
his ring!  He gasped and bucked but there was nowhere to go.  The big
sweaty hairy lug was so much dead weight pressing down on him "down" he
grunted as Pat all but collapsed onto the bench, the weight crashing to the
floor.  As he did he felt a good two inches force its way into him,
something inside giving way.  He yelled but it was over.  His hole was
popped.
	As soon as Kruisay felt Pat's resistance collapse, any pretense of
exercise ended.  He began a slow and methodical pumping into and out of
Pat's ass.  It went on and on until he knew Pat's hole was officially
broken in.  Kruisay wiped the sweat from his eyes, looking deep into Mike
and then Sean, waiting for their brains to catch up with their cocks.
	"Turn onto your back now" Kruisay pulled his cock free.  Sean could
see now what that adult cock looked like fully hard and shiny with the
lotion.  But it looked like that ring of lotion extended only half-way down
his angry purple shaft.  Sean knew what that meant, as did Mike when they
exchanged nervous glances.  They helped Pat turn over and when that coach
instructed them to hold Pat's knees up, they knew this time that scary huge
cock was going in all the way.  Pat barely got himself braced before he
felt that cockhead rubbing his sore hole all over again.  This time there
was so much lotion on it Pat barely had time to flinch and squeeze out
before it was pushing into him all over again.  Through his glazed bleary
eyes he looked over at Mike who just stood there holding onto his knee like
a drowning man.  Then he felt another thrust into him even deeper and felt
it hit something inside him that sent an electric zing right into his cock.
But unlike that Humdog's crooked cock hitting his electric button, this
battering ram was rearranging his insides like a treetrunk up his ass!
This was not two bodies melding into each other; this was Pat's body being
run over by a tank!  And this hard relentless tank had a metal shield
covering it that Pat could not penetrate.  Kruisay's body and mind were on
separate continents and Pat's body was being mauled by only one.  He sought
out Sean's face in the haze expecting to see shocked disappointment and
maybe disgust but instead saw such an expression like Pat never expected.
Like Sean was going to explode with all the emotions flushing his face.
Sean's gaze went from Pat's face downward, staring at that huge piece of
adult cock slowly and repeatedly forcing its way into Pat's ass.  And when
Sean saw what that violent assault was doing to Pat's cock, Sean's fist was
down and jerking his brother's growing erection so fast Pat barely
registered the sensation beyond the two-by-four lodged up his hole..
	"Yes do that!" Kruisay was pacing up his thrusts "but do not
masturbate him.  Only hold it!  Now watch!" Kruisay shifted his weight and
the angle of his attacks until Pat gasped.  And before he could stop he lay
back and let himself resign and respond to being fucked in front of his
brother's shocked gazes.  That hand on his cock was tight and slick but not
moving enough to actually jack him.  Pat closed his eyes as that huge log
up his ass continued to smash something inside him, each thrust feeling
like it was going to start coming out his cock!  But the more it angled and
made hamburger of his insides the more Pat felt something as impossible as
an approaching orgasm.  He grunted at Sean to jack him harder but Kruisay
barked no, and instead started a series of short jabs at that zinger spot
inside him.  Pat groaned and thrashed around trying to keep that battering
ram away from that tender spot but then it happened; he felt his cock spasm
and then burning hot cum shooting through his piss slit, his load erupting
all over his chest, then his face and even catching Sean's shoulder once or
twice.
	"Oh fuck!" Sean swore "he cumming!  Pat you're cumming being
ass-fucked!  Holy fuck!" Sean could not believe he was witnessing what was
happening to his big brother.  The whole morning had been one impossible
cascade after another and now for this to happen.
	"Now your turn!" Kruisay slowly extricated himself from Pat's ass
with a audible pop.
	"W-wha-who me?" Mike panicked.  Up to this point he had been
dodging bullets left and right, letting Pat take most of it "no, I mean,
not that, not – "
	"And you will spot him!" pointing at... Sean almost fainted.
	"What, m-m-m-me?"
	"Yes you!  Now!" all but wrestling Mike onto the bench on his
stomach.  When Mike felt two sets of hands tugging down his shorts and then
his briefs, exposing his ass, he knew this was almost worse.  When he felt
the lotion sloppily smeared all over his ass, he feared the worst.
	Sean was then stripped so fast by those huge hands it hardly
mattered who was catching the fact he was already boned.  He felt Kruisay
direct him downwards onto his brother's bare back, his cock trapped between
those tight muscled cheeks.
	"Begin!" Kruisay straddled Mike's shoulders, pinning him down as he
pressed that weight into his hands and behind his head.  But unlike Pat's
ordeal, Kruisay made a point of assisting Mike's lifts.  Enough that Mike
was distracted from what they both knew was coming.  After the third one
Mike felt Sean's cock rubbing up and down his ass cheeks.  Then Kruisay
came around to the side, directing an exhausted Pat to take his place.
With one hand Kruisay cleaned his cock with Pat's discarded underwear and
the other apply more lotion to Sean's now completely greased hardon "very
very nice" rubbing it up and down its full seven inches "now you must do
this."
	"But it's Mike my brother!" Sean almost whined.  The thought of
fucking his oldest brother was too taboo to even cross his mind up until
two minutes ago.  Now he felt that huge hand rubbing him so perfectly he
was fighting off cumming there and then.  When he felt the hand direct the
head downwards and then press into Mike's flesh, Sean gasped, but by that
point his cock was so hard Sean would have done anything, shoved it
anywhere, as long as that huge hand was in the equation.  And that huge
hand bent Sean's cockhead forward and down and Sean yelled.  But not any
louder than Mike when he felt his kid brother's cock enter him in one slick
thrust.  He gasped and flinched but the tapered head had entered him.
	"Again!" Kruisay directed Pat to assist Mike arching up with the
weight.  As soon as his back was bent as far as it would go, Kruisay came
forward again, this time grabbing Pat's cock with his still greasy hand.
He began to stroke Pat knowing he would respond, his hand getting that
disproportionately long tube to lengthen all over again.
	"No please no more" Pat groaned but that hand on his cock was doing
all the right things to get him up and hard in seconds flat.  And seeing
his big brother, his hero flat on his stomach bare-ass naked, all those
wrestler muscles straining with the pain of trying not to let Sean's cock
enter him, his writhing and flexing some kind of revealing display in front
of everyone.  And being opened by Sean!  Pat closed his eyes knowing the
sight of it all was already churning up another load, like he never
finished emptying his balls the first time.  His eyes flew open as Sean,
beet red and barely jerked his hips backwards, his muscles spasming in a
way that could only mean – and then Sean was flat on top of Mike as his
cum shot all over Mike's back!  Pat felt his cock swell and just burst the
cum out of him all over Mike's face!  Pat buckled and tried to pull back
but Kruisay's grip on his ten inches would not let go.
	Sean pulled his hips up away from that hot flesh, his cock now on
fire and still leaking a glob or two of his weeks-worth of cum.  That is
when he saw Pat with his cock still in Kruisay's iron grip.  But what
really caught his eye was that other scarier cock all but smashing into
Mike's face.  Kruisay was still hard!  And when he was hard it was
something Sean could not ignore.  Before he knew what he was doing Sean
shoved Mike off the bench and lunged himself onto it, his mouth and that
huge cock all but smashing into each other.  He barely got the first inch
into his mouth before he heard Kruisay barking something else.  But the way
his ears and throat were clogged with that thick fat choking flesh he only
heard garbled noises.  The next thing he knew that cock was pulled free
from his mouth and different one replaced it.  Judging by its girth Sean
knew in a flash he was finally sucking off Mike!  Talk about even more
bonus points in triple overtime!  Then it was another cock – Pat's! –
and then back to the ultimate cock, Kruisay's.  Over and over, back and
forth until finally one of them exploded his load into Sean's gagging
throat.  Mike's cock could not handle the stimulation, especially after
having Sean so dangously close to his prostate to almost push him over.
Mike would have died if he had blown his load with Sean in his ass, but
luckily the young horny kid could not last longer than a minute or two,
saving him from total humiliation.  So when Mike traded off getting blown
with Pat and that wicked coach, he was able to last longer than a minute.
By another minute at most.  So when that ultimate prized cock was replaced
by the super ultimate prize cock – Kruisay's, Sean had no doubt –
Sean rolled onto his side to give himself access to his returning hardon.
He almost flipped when he felt a hand on that thick cock jacking him off
into Sean's mouth.  He strained his eyes open and if it was not Pat's hand
on Kruisay's cock!  Sean and Pat fought over that cock for all of a minute
or two before the whole room heard the big gorilla yell and Sean tasted the
headiest, bitter-sweet-sour scalding thick cream pumping into his mouth,
gushing faster than he could swallow the nasty stuff.  By the time it was
pulled free of him, Sean's grip on his own cock tightened and his second
load shot all over the floor.

	"Clean this place up!" Kruisay barked, back in coach-mode "we don't
want anyone seeing this!" and just like that the spell was broken.  Pat
looked around, at all the naked smelly cum-smeared bodies and just about
fainted.  In three seconds flat all three of them were finding clothes to
throw on, either their own or Sean's if theirs were too dirty to attempt.
They had the room back to something like normal, most of the incriminating
evidence stuffed into Sean's laundry hamper when they heard it; the back
door slam and footsteps on the floor above.
	"Guys don't panic!" Mike panicked.
	"Dad's coming" Sean was next to panic.
	"We gotta be cool, guys, if we don't dad'll get suspicious and..."
	"I will talk to him" Kruisay lumbered towards the stairs.
	"NO!" Pat yelled.
	"Yes" Kruisay was already on the first step when the all heard the
footsteps approach the basement door,
	"Guys?"
	"We are down here" Kruisay tried to go up to meet him.  Instead
they met half way.
	"I hope you guys did not work Mister Kroizey too hard" and their
dad bent down to see how it all looked "well?"
	"I assure you they were all perfect gentlemen" Kruisay's eyebrow
raised enough to say: you dare disagree?
	"Yeah, I mean yes dad" Pat stepped forward, knowing he looked the
worst of all of them "he showed us what we were doing wrong."
	"Good very good" their dad looked from one guilty nervous face to
another "as we discussed before..."
	"I was just telling them" Kruisay steered Mister O'Toole up the
stairs "their strength training in one thing.  Now this afternoon they must
do their cardio exercises as we – "
	"Our what?" Mike blurted out, but too late.  Both adults were
already up the stairs and in the kitchen.  Pat looked at Mike who looked at
Sean.
	"W-w-what have we done?" Sean was visibly shaking.



	Pat and Mike barely finished their showers in their bathroom
upstairs before their dad summoned them down to the kitchen.  They knew
they were worse than grounded, so they could only expect the worst.  When
they were not greeted by cops gulping coffee but instead Kruisay and their
dad were engaged in a normal almost business-like conversation, both Pat
and Mike fought to see who would not buckle first.
	"Your coach tells me you need the car" their dad pulled the keys
out of his pocket and tossed them onto the table.
	"We do?" from Pat.
	"We do" from Mike "right, thanks dad" trying not to look at Kruisay
like he was the most devious sinister monster he ever imagined now.
	"Just have it back by five, six tops, we clear on that?"
	"Yes sir, thanks dad" Pat knew he was blowing it.  He could feel
blood turning him into the family tomato-head right before their eyes.
	"And bring your brother" dad added.
	"No that would not be – " Kruisay interrupted.
	"Sean could do with a run in the park.  All he does is sit down
there and play on the computer."
	"You sure?" Mike dared not look at Kruisay, afraid it came out:
huh?
	"I'll get him" and Pat was down the stairs fast "Sean!" but his gut
told him Sean's presence could only mean disaster one way or the other.
Especially with Kruisay trying to prevent Sean from going with them?  What
was up with that?  By that point Pat's hunches were little more than horned
static.
	"Don't be mad at me!" Sean blurted out as soon as he saw Pat barrel
down the stairs at him, his hands already up to deflect the blows "I didn't
mean it I was just – "
	"Save it" Pat looked around the room.  It looked almost normal.
Maybe it was too clean for what had just happened.  They could hear the
sound of the washer humming in the background "dad says you're coming with
us."
	"So you can kill me huh?"
	"Worse" Pat threw a warm-up jacket at him "that Kruisay dude is
pulling something with dad, and NO I don't know what.  But dad wants you
along but Kruisay – "
	"With dad?  AND Kruisay?" Sean hated the sound of that.  Almost.
	"I dunno any more'n you do.  Now come on!" and he half-pushed him
before him back up the stairs.
	"I will meet you there" Kruisay was saying his goodbyes to their
dad "you know where it is."
	"Too bad you're running and not fishing.  West Lake has great
fishing out there."
	"West Lake?  Like West Lake Park?" Pat knew the place as the
ultimate in wholesome family picnic outing destination west of town.  Their
family, their grade school, their church group had been there so many
times.  And Pat had the bug bite scars to prove it.
	"Yeah let's go" Mike looked at Kruisay "we will see you" making it
sound like a threat.  But all Mike knew was to get the fuck out of that
kitchen before the whole thing came down around their heads.
	"Remember guys, five!"
	"Six" Mike was out the door.  Kruisay was heading for his car
without saying anything, not even looking back.  Mike had other plans,
	"So what the fuck is going on?!?!" Pat was afraid Kruisay was going
to slug Mike "what the fuck happened down there?" pointing at their house
"and now what's this – "
	"Pat will explain" and he was gone before Mike even had a chance to
swing.

	The whole ride out there, Mike gave Pat the third degree.  But all
Pat could do was shrug his shoulders and try again and again to tell them
he was as clueless as they were.  Like didn't you see him stick that thing
in me? Pat thought that was explanation enough.  But Pat knew they both
could tell he was covering for something.  And it was more than how he was
able to be butt-fucked by Kruisay without ending up in an ambulance.  And
how he was able to be butt-fucked with his own brothers as witnesses.  And
ever worse how they all ended up trading cum like that's what they all
wanted all along.  Pat turn the tables on Mike trying to get him to spill
what he knew about this but Mike was as close-lipped as Pat.  But for
different reasons, Pat smelled.  Mike instead, turned on Sean, trying to
get all outraged and furious about how Sean basically outed himself to his
brothers, but Pat would have none of it.  They all knew Mike's indignation
was too little too late.  But they all knew they had exposed themselves to
each other in all ways possible.  And now that they all had serious heavy
shit to hang over each other it was not like anyone was eager to dig
themselves or each other deeper.  But during that all-too-short rides they
came to the same conclusion: their asses were all on the line.  And at
times like this blood was thicker than cum... almost.  But once Sean
realized he had indeed totally outed himself to his brothers big time, how
he had serious issues about dudes, especially naked dudes, and dudes with
hardons well... And how he exposed himself and his issues to his two
idealized brothers, his two brothers he now realized who both took cock up
the ass, as he to keep reminding himself!  Sean sat in that car having to
reassess everything, all he thought he knew about his brothers, his role
models, his heroes.  As did Pat as well.  But Mike was too busy negotiating
their dad's car to be more than their monosyllabic driver, listening more
than talking.
	"So now where?" Pat took over the driving as soon as they were far
enough from their house no one would recognize them.  His new license
needed all the experience he could manage, and his brother was not in a
position to argue.  And Mike was eager to take a seat in back and let his
brain burn off some of this steam, keeping a close eye on his "new"
brothers.  He thought he always had Pat pegged for someone all too eager to
follow in his footsteps.  Mike was a wrestler so Pat tried out for
wrestling, etc.  But within the last year or so, when Mike stopped growing
and Pat passed him, Mike saw something more than hero worship from him.
More like a real competitive streak.  So Mike started weight training and
sure enough so did Pat.  But Mike was rewarded with thick full muscles on
his compact frame, while Pat only got bigger.  And only this morning Mike
realized Pat was bigger where it really mattered; his younger brother was
half-donkey!  So Mike sat in the back seat watching every interaction
between the two, especially Sean.  For some reason he had always been the
odd-man out, not as jocky as Pat or him, but not a total geek by any
stretch.  But now seeing him in action, and seeing how he went after the
big dude like a sex maniac... Mike had to rethink everything he thought he
knew about his two brothers.  And to go from not having any familiarity
with either one, to actually... he broke out into a sweat remembering what
had happened.  Especially what he allowed Sean to do to him.  And how he
responded to that was something Mike needed to process, to keep his
self-image from completely shattering.  He needed to think about his hidden
demonds, not for anything like another fifty years, he promised himself.
	"He said before the entrance on one tenth."
	"Before? What's before?"
	"We're not going into the park?" Sean got nervous "then where are –
"
	"Where they won't find your body" Pat looked over at Sean.  But
Sean was seriously nervous "just kidding bro."
	"Or not" from Mike in the backseat "he said the other side of one
tenth there's a road going back to..."
	"Isn't there a radio tower back there?"
	"How would you know?" Pat shot Sean a glance in the rear-view
mirror.
	"It's coming up... there on your right" and almost too late they
turned into the dirt road, the car behind them hitting its horn.  The metal
gate was open so they continued on until they found the spot for a few cars
to park next to that makeshift building attached to the transmitter.
	"That's weird" Sean said once Pat turned off the ignition.
	"What?" Mike looked around.  This was NOT was he was expecting
"that car is here?"
	"No" Sean waited for someone else to get out "that gate is like
never open."
	"How you know about this so much?  You coming out here with your
friends to get high?"
	"Fuck no!" like swearing was going to cost him at this point "we
just... y'know hang out."
	"So why not in the real park over there?" waving back towards the
main part of the park.
	"Dunno..." Sean was not spilling anything now "we just... y'know
hang out."
	"Sounds fishy Sean boy" Pat opened the door and got out.  The first
thing that hit him was the quiet.  And the smell of the trees "now where?"
	"Away from the houses over there" pointing to their left "back up
towards the lake."
	"That thing's all weedy and green, y'sure?" Sean continued to spill
more than he intended.
	"We ain't swimming, we're running remember?" Mike grabbed his
backpack, tossing another to Pat and Sean.
	"Yeah what's that all about?" Pat looked at Sean "dad expects you
are going jogging with us today?"
	"I wouldn't mind, I could keep up."
	"Yeah maybe the first five minutes."
	"Well we won't be doing any running today" Pat locked the car "damn
it's almost hot out here."
	"That's why it's called Indian Summer einstein" Mike looked around
"this way" and they headed towards the tree line, a small trail the best
they could find.

	They walked for maybe fifteen minutes before Pat convinced them
they were lost.  Even Sean's strange familiarity with the place failed him
once or twice.  Only when they broke through the trees and found a clearing
did they think they were in the right place.
	"Here's that clearing he told us to find" Mike continued on.  Once
they were out in the open, it became ten degrees warmer.  He tugged off his
school windbreaker and then his t-shirt came off as well.
	"Wow, suddenly the big exhibitionist" Pat had to admit going from
never seeing Mike's body to seeing it twice in one day was something he
could live with "not that I'm complaining it's just..."
	"Shit..." Sean slowed down "we're... look!  We're not alone"
nodding up ahead.  Sure enough at the far end of the clearing there was a
face and shoulders half-hidden in the weeds.
	"Keep going" came a faint voice rustling across the clearing.
	"Huh?" Mike started ahead, hoping to intercept the stranger first,
in case it proved a problem.
	"Keep going... Mike" the guy stood up.  Mike froze dead in his
tracks!
	"C -c-c-coach?" and what made matters worse was not only the guy
was indeed Mike's coach from wrestling, Coach Tanaka, but Coach Tanaka did
not appear to be wearing anything.  At least as much as Mike could see.
	"Keep going Mike" and yes it was Coach Tanaka, the varsity coach
from the A squad at school.  He was – as least Mike always assumed
–Japanese with either Chinese or – judging by his great girth –
guessing Hawaiian? Samoan? mixed in giving his skin a richer darker bronzed
hue.  But either way he always reminded Mike of that character from a James
Bond movie, that Odd Job guy.  That same round muscular build, shaved head,
even that same goatee, making him look anywhere between thirty and fifty.
And once the squad saw him bend a handlebar from some poor sap's bicycle
with his bare hands!  John Tanaka, actually thirty-six, former professional
weightlifter and Olympic coach, had been brought in a few years back to get
West's program on the fast track and now here he was!  The one and the same
Coach half-crouching in the tall dry weeds waving Mike forward.  Up until a
few weeks back Mike never saw Tanaka as anything more than two hundred
twenty pounds of no-nonsense professionalism tightly packed on his short
powerful frame.  Then when Mike thought everything was going to open up for
him, when he saw real prospects for him and his team everything began to
change with the arrival of that Kruisay stranger.  But Mike could not help
but notice Tanaka always seemed to disappear when things got... "off-track"
as Mike called it.  So seeing Coach Tanaka here of all places and what
appeared to be at least shirtless, his big smooth overly rounded muscles
shiny in the sun, made Mike just about turn and run out of there!
	"Yes Mike keep going" his coach kept his steely emotionless
expression just staring at the approaching figure "do not stop with just
the shirt.  Keep going..."
	"Huh?  What coach?" Mike was maybe twenty yards away now and unless
his eyes were not functioning right, he could see a patch of black pubic
hair where Tanaka's shorts should have been.
	"Your shorts as well.  And whatever else you are wearing
underneath.  Remove your clothes, Mister O'Toole."
	"Coach?" Mike halved the distance and now he was certain; Coach
Tanaka straightened up and damn, he was standing there buck-ass naked.
Mike froze where he stood.
	"You will remove your clothes" his coach waved his hand "as you can
see, we are private here.  You will do this.  Now."
	"But why?  What?  What are you doing this – "
	"If I have to tell you again, things will not be good for you
Monday.  Wilson..." was all he needed to say.  When Mike heard that name –
his arch-nemesis on the team – the person he least wanted to do a
"after-school practice" with, Mike knew this was all going south fast "now
O'Toole."
	"Yes coach" Mike unfastened his belt buckle and stepped out of his
pants, tugging his shorts down as well.  He stood there naked facing an
equally naked Coach Tanaka.
	"Very good very good" Tanaka nodded, his face still frozen into
that stony gaze "so far today, things have been easy on you.  This
afternoon – "
	"What?  Today?  Easy?  What do you know – "
	"This afternoon" Tanaka continued without missing a beat "will be
about how well you take instruction.  And how well" Tanaka looked over his
shoulder seeing two figures hesitating at the edge of the clearing "you can
convince your... brothers, is that right? How well you convince your
brothers to take instruction as well."
	"No please coach, not them" Mike was standing there naked and
sweating in the afternoon sun.  Especially knowing just to what extent his
brothers were capable of "taking instructions".  And just how thorough
those "instructions" could become.
	"Now O'Toole" and Tanaka took a step out free of the weeds.  Tanaka
was definitely naked.  And to make things perfectly clear a black rubber
cock ring was encircling his short brown foreskin covered cock and almost
ridiculously large hairy scrotum, a dark purple compared to the rest of
him.  Mike stalled a moment taking in his coach, naked.  He had never seen
more than his thick arms on his short almost fat torso always covered with
his coach's polo shirt.  And those thick muscled legs straining his sweat
pants as tight as they could were now completely bared.  The guy was
hairless from his shaved head down to his feet, except for that thin
moustache and goatee.  And that thick patch of black hair at his crotch.
Mike guessed he shaved because how else could he be so smooth.  But man was
the guy packed.  Like a former weightlifter, Mike reminded himself.  A
naked weightlifter in the middle of a wide open field, forcing Mike and
next his brothers to get naked as well.  Mike knew that could only mean one
thing.  So Mike turned around and headed back towards where his brothers
were standing.  He hardly went five paces before they could see he was not
wearing anything other than a nervous sweat.
	"Holy shit Mike" Sean was the first to say anything "what the hell
are you – "
	"Okay you guys you too" slowing his pace, letting them both get a
good look at his nakedness "strip it all off" seeing Sean's eyes all over
his body, all those years not able to see his muscular brother and now in
one day all he saw was Mike naked again and again, the image burning into
his brain.  And seeing him naked like this in the open under the afternoon
sun was enough to get Sean breathing heavy.
	"Who IS that?" Pat took a step to the side to see the person slowly
following Mike.  Even at that distance, they could see everything.
	"My... my coach... I'll explain.  But lose the clothes" Mike did
not dare look over his shoulder.
	"Have them join us" they heard clearly enough to bring goose-bumps
"join us... naked by the time they are at my blanket" and saying no more he
turned and half-swaggered half-waddled back across the field.  Watching his
back and buttock muscles receding through the weeds caused the three to
stand there frozen in place.
	"You heard him" Mike looked at his brothers, fearing what was in
store for them "his name is Tanaka, John Tanaka and he means business guys.
We do NOT want to fuck with him.  Do as he says."
	"He really your coach?" Sean was already pulling off his jacket and
t-shirt.  Being naked in the open was yet another fantasy checked off the
list.
	"Yeah, he's really my coach" Mike headed back the way he came, each
step heavier and heavier.
	"This been happening before?" Pat began to see his "personal"
problem growing bigger and bigger.  Somehow his initial error with his
Coach Farbersten that afternoon in the showers was threatening to turn into
this huge whirlwind about to engulf all of them into its chaos.  Or more
correctly Pat's chaos!
	"Nothing like this" Mike lied.  He could hear Sean behind him
jumping and almost toppling trying to get out of his pants and keep up as
well.  He turned but Pat only had his shirt off "Pat!"
	"I'm getting there" Pat struggled with his belt.  They were closing
the distance fast and before they knew it they were standing over Coach
Tanaka lying spread eagle on his blanket, his round belly and encircled
genitals center stage.
	"These are your brothers?" he lifted his hand to shield his eyes
"Mike and brothers all three together today you are?"
	"This is Sean" Mike glared down at Tanaka "and this is – "
	"You may all call me coach" he looked up and down scrutizing every
inch of Sean's naked flesh "very very good.  Stand here" pointing to the
spot between his spead legs.
	Sean looked at Mike.
	"Do as he says" Mike nodded.  Sean stepped onto the blanket until
his feet were touching the coach's knees.
	"Now get your brother erect."
	"What?" from all three of them.
	"Now O'Toole.  I want to see you get him erect.  You have two
minutes!"
	"Wow" Sean stood there and started to tug at his cock.  When he saw
the coach shake his head, he looked at Mike.  Mike spat into his hand and
reached over and started to grab his baby brother's cock, feeling its
weight and girth, remembering this same cock had penetrated him only an
hour or two ago.  Even though Sean had blown at least two loads already
that day, feeling Mike's hand on his cock, looking down at this thick naked
guy, exotic in his size and form, and with his eyes squinting up and
staring at his growing lengthening cock and it was hardly one minute before
Mike pulled his hand away.  Sean stood there with his hands at his side,
his seven inches of cut teen cock arching towards the open sky.  There was
something about standing there naked in front of his brothers, hard and
proud, with this foreign dude looking up to him in more ways than one.
	"Very good very good" Tanaka turned to Pat "now as for your other
brother..."
	"His name is Pat."
	"Pat you were instructed to be naked why you cross the field and
come to my blanket.  You did not obey orders.  You will take your
punishment now."
	"No!" Mike panicked.
	"What is my punishment?" Pat folded his long arms, trying for tone
of curiosity, coming off more defiance.
	"Your brother will start with this" Tanaka reached into his gymbag
and produced a serious sized red buttplug "without the young one, Sean,
losing his erection, understand?"
	"Me?" Sean squeeked.  He stared at the buttplug, never believing he
would see one "in the flesh" as it were.
	"Please coach not this okay?" Mike covered himself "let me do it
instead of Pat okay?"
	"It is Pat who did not comply with my request.  Now he will see I
am serious.  First all your clothes.  Now!"
	Pat looked at Tanaka and then his brothers.  But especially Sean's
expression trying to look shocked but his cock was telling Pat he was
approaching the idea of shoving stuff of his ass with a certain unveiled
interest.  Pat finished unsnapping his pants and then tugged them down, his
eyes doing a split-second scan of the perimeter of the field as he did.
When he straightened up, he knew that coach's eyes were taking in his
crotch.
	"Yes amazing.  Very very VERY good" he lowered his hand from his
eyes and lay there sprawled across his blanket "you may use that Sean"
pointing at a tube half out of his bag.  Pat recognized it as the liniment
used in the gym, knowing how it would burn.  Mike protested but Pat stood
there, his cock dangling almost in Tanaka's face.  When Sean hesitated Mike
and then Pat told him to go ahead.  Sean took the tube and applied the
tiniest of drops to the end of the red plug "you will need much MUCH more
if you do not want to injure your... big..." his eyes squinting but focused
on Pat's butt "big brother.  Now!"
	Sean winced but applied a bigger dollop onto the end and with Pat
crouching over Tanaka's crotch felt the cool rubber make contact with his
still very sore hole.  Sean had no experience with this sort of thing Pat
assumed, so he tried his best to lean back into it.
	"Without losing your erection I remind you!" Tanaka gazed up at the
sight of the red tube slowly being forced into Pat's crack.  With a great
deal of struggling Sean finally gave it one hard push and it was lodged in
Pat's ass.  As expected, Pat's cock began to respond to the invader.
	"What... what did you mean... before, when you said start with
that?" Mike had to ask because he knew Pat would if he didn't.
	"We start with the red" Tanaka nodded at the bag "and continue to
blue one, then white, and if we need to continue to the black until..."
	"Until what?" Pat stood there his hands on his knees crouching
forward, his face grimacing as the liniment began to burn the sore lining
of his already savaged rectum.
	"Until you produce orgasm" Tanaka grunted, his face still
emotionless as a carving "of course."
	"What?  No way!  C'mon coach please!"
	"Proceed" he nodded at Sean "now the blue" looking at Mike "and to
provide more incentive for your brother to produce his orgasm out here in
public, in front of me and in front of his own brothers, whatever plug does
not provide him with the desired orgasm, you must then apply to your other
brother."
	"No!" Pat yelled "that's not right.  I'm the one being punished not
– "
	"All brothers share in each other's misfortune" looking at Sean
"maintain your erection... Sean."
	Sean returned one hand to his hardon, not that he really needed to.
Not while actually getting to do things to Pat he could barely believe,
like shoving a butt plug up his stud brother's ass.  Talk about one fantasy
after another until they all blurred into one impossible series tumbling so
fast he could not keep up.  He was going down his list of all his deeply
buried sex fantasy secrets and like some weird impossibility more were
coming true than even he had dared consider!  Hell, just seeing them both
naked this morning was more than enough!  It was like his birthday and
Christmas rolled into one!  But then seeing that hairy adult there in his
own basement on top of everything and then all of them actually getting
into full-blown unbelievable sex shit!  Never in a million years would Sean
have imagined such things could happen to anyone he might know – and now
this on top of it!  Like just when he began to digest the impossible, even
more unimaginable things were dogpiling on top as well.  And out in the
open like this, not like him and his friends hiding in the brush stealing a
quick wank, glancing out of the corner of his eye at real cocks erect cocks
in the dim light almost close enough to touch.  And now here he was in
broad daylight naked and hard, doing unimaginable things with his stud
brothers!  Before his brain caught up with his hands he managed to tug that
plug free of Pat's hole with a steady yank.  Pat screamed and almost
toppled over.  But then it was the blue buttplug next, twice as long as
half again as thick.  With a minimum of greasing Sean applied it to Pat's
hole, knowing this one was going to do real damage.  As carefully as he
could he eased it forward and on the fourth attempt the fat middle finally
pushed past the ring and buried itself in Pat's firm ass.  Sean went to
wipe the red one clean but Tanaka insisted he use it as is, except Mike
advised more liniment, knowing it was a wicked sadistic dilemma, just as
his coach planned.  When Sean again saw that red puffy hole that his own
cock had actually cum in not three hours before, Sean's hand on his still
hard cock gave it several unnecessary tugs.  With the most care he could he
shoved the red monster into his oldest brother's ass.
	"Now stand here" the coach directed Mike to straddle his own
shoulders so he was facing Pat barely a foot separating them, like two
naked athletes their sweat dripping down on Tanaka's naked flesh "Sean you
know what you must do now."
	"Oh Pat" Sean returned his attention to the blue end sticking out
from between his cheeks "you heard what he wants" beginning to twist and
rock it around in Pat's ass until he got Pat to wince and gasp.
	"Oh yeah keep doing that" Pat crouched down again and rocked back
into Sean's grip and Sean continued with a rhythmic jerking of the plug
again and again into Pat.
	"Yes yes very good very good" with Mike's naked body shielding
Tanaka's eyes, he could see clearly the effect the stimulation was having
on Pat.  It only took a few minutes before the constant battering was
causing Pat's cock to start filling out and swing forward with each rocking
motion.  Before long Pat could not resist grabbing himself and start
jacking his cock.
	"No!  Without touching" Tanaka knocked Pat's hand away, delivering
the sucker punch "you must produce orgasm without your hand."
	"NO not fair please coach" Mike groaned.  His own hand toying with
his cock.
	"Same is said for you O'Toole" Tanaka leaned backwards looking
straight up between Mike's legs "you must not touch yourself."
	Sean continued to apply rhythmic pressure to Pat's blue buttplug.
The way he was rocking and grunting Sean knew Pat was doing everything he
could to do to appease him, to do what Mike's coach wanted.  But after
everything they had done that morning, Sean did not know if even Pat could
do such a thing.  Cum without touching himself.  And out here in the wide
open where anyone could see him, naked and stuffed like this.  After
several minutes he heard,
	"Sean, now the white."
	"No... please coach" from Mike knowing what it meant for him as
well.
	"Proceed" Tanaka kicked the gymbag until Sean reached in and saw
the white one.  This one was not so much a buttplug as a series of round
knobs along the thick white tube, each one bigger and wider than the other.
Like a series of six bulges ranging from golfball size through tennis ball
almost to baseball-sized with maybe an inch gap between them.  Mike groaned
when he saw that one, praying his turn with it might never come.  But it
was enough when that blue was pulled from Pat's ass and then Sean had to
somehow force it into Mike.  Only with Mike's help did the two of them get
that monster in Mike's now painfully stretched and burning hole.  Then it
was Pat's turn.  When the first and smallest ball was forced into him he
let out a yell but then something happened.  Sean got the idea he needed to
shove the monster in and out of Pat slowly and carefully, and when Pat
adjusted to the rhythm then ease the next ball in as well before Pat could
clamp down to resist.
	"Very good very very good" the coach was not objecting to the
change in procedure "do that again."
	And that is what Sean did.  Like he needed to jack himself as he
saw the second and even the third ball go into and out of Pat's stretched
ring in turn, each time pulling them out all the way, only to shove the
long knobbed dildo back in over and over until the second and then the
third ball was being shoved in and out at the same time.  When he heard
Pat's groaning and gasping get louder and louder he knew it was either
killing him or having the right effect.  But when Pat crouched down until
his crotch was barely inches from Tanaka's Sean gave it all he had, even as
far as the fifth and second largest ball, in and out in and out, seeing
Pat's leg muscles first flexing and then begin to spasm, again and again
Sean fucked Pat's perfect ass with that torture device imagining it was his
cock, his brother's cock, his dad's cock! mumbling and then grunting loud
enough Pat might here Sean's comments until Pat gasped and every muscle in
his toned shiny body tensed, his face in a red ugly grimace barely
breathing, he yelled and his cock exploded all over Tanaka's hairy black
patch.  Pat and Sean were so busy yanking that monster free and just
catching their breath seeing all that cum splattering on Tanaka's hairy
pubes, they almost did not notice how all that cum was causing coach
Tanaka's lubricated foreskin to tighten around his now swollen knob and
then the tip of the purple head pushed its way free of that brown slimed
foreskin.  But Tanaka did not reach down to wank himself; instead he
grabbed the blue end still imbedded in Mike's crack and then his other hand
was tugging at Mike's swollen cock until the combination of motions had him
rocking into Tanaka's hand, as erect as he had been since he came into that
terrible clearing.  By the time he had Mike totally hard and panting, his
own cock was a fat stiff six and half inches of thick hard dark red flesh.
The cockring only made it a deeper more dangerous crimson stretched so
tight it look like it would break.  And how Pat's cum made glisten in the
sun and focused even more attention on how it stood straight up from that
round belly.
	"Now you have caused me to erection with all of your shameless
activities" coach again lay back until his arms and legs were spread out
wide "and for your shameless display of such public immoral behavior you
must all be punished for what you did" and to emphasize the situation he
made his fat cock throb a few times.  Like he needed to pump more blood
into that salami-thick piece of reddish-purple meat.  And now that the head
had broken free of the foreskin it swelled even wider than the shaft, like
the foreskin was a second cock ring right behind the crown.  Its thickness
and bluntness could only be trouble "your punishment is – "
	"Why are you doing this coach?" Mike had the rubber plug free of
his sore ass and was looking around for something to drink.  In spite of
the lateness of the season, this was becoming one hot outing under that
afternoon sun "I never thought you'd be someone to get involved in all the
– "
	"And we were not, you and I, or anyone" his coach lay there just
making his dick throb over and over.  And the way the sweat started to run
off all that smooth dark flesh made it harder and harder for Mike to look
away "but now you do as I tell you.  You and your brothers.  Or Monday
Wilson... and..."
	"Okay okay just don't bring him into this shit, please?" Mike
gulped hard "we'll do what you say okay?  Just not that!  Not Wilson!"
	"Now this is what you – all of you must do" he flexed his thick
arms once or twice and returned them to their wide out position "you will
take turns until one of you forces my penis to ejaculate – "
	"What?" like Sean did not know the word.
	"Each of you ten minutes and – "
	"You want us to blow you for –" Pat thought, hey, this I can do.
	"Not hands or" he squinted at Pat "mouths..." letting it sink in.
	"You what?" Mike saw his worst fears confirmed.  Those damn plugs
were only a warm-up.  And his ass was still stinging like crazy "c'mon
coach no way!"
	"And to provide" he leaned back and closed his eyes, his face still
frozen into an expressionless mask "proper... um incentive, we now proceed"
dropping the bomb "oldest to youngest..."
	"No coach" Mike blurted out fast "okay I'll do this but not them!
They're not part of..."
	"Brothers share each other's misfortunes" again he gave his hard
erection a throb "and to show I am not a cruel taskmaster" the faintest
hint of a smile "you will use the semen of the next younger person as
lubricant.  My penis has already been coated with your brother's semen so
Michael O'Toole... Mike your ten minutes begins" he raised his thick meaty
arms above his head and tapped his watch a few times "you start and show
your brothers how this must be.  Now O'Toole!"
	"Guys!  C'mon coach, can we talk about this?" Mike looked at Pat
and Sean and felt all the blood drain from his face.  It was one thing to
have Sean penetrate him in the relative privacy of their basement, not
counting that damn Kruisay guy.  And where the fuck was he?  He set them up
for this in the first place!  And now here they all were out in the wide
open where anyone could see them.  And his own coach wanted him to just
straddle his hardon and let himself be fucked for the whole world to see?
This was impossible "please coach Monday we can maybe..."
	"Monday we will involve Wilson!"
	"NO!"
	"Unless you – "
	"Okay okay please but not the guys okay?  Not my brothers!  Not
like this!" Mike was a fantastic wrestler; but he sucked as a negotiator.
	"You are wasting time.  Nine minutes!" Tanaka lay back down, his
cock slowly drying in the afternoon breeze "you only make it worse for next
person the longer you linger..."
	"Guys..." Mike looked at Sean first "promise me we won't ever EVER
mention this.  Don't think I'm..."
	"You're always gonna be the stud in my books" Sean nodded, a bit
eager to actually see it happen.
	"Same here... stud" Pat echoed.
	"Damn there's no way I'm actually doing this..." but thick muscular
Mike O'Toole, all five-ten one eighty pounds of high school wrestling stud
straddled those thick beefy thighs of his coach and slowly lowered himself
down until he felt that thick head make contact with his very sore pucker.
He gave a grunt and with a very loud yell he lowered himself another inch
down that bulbous cock tacky with Pat's drying cum.  When that taut head
broke through his ring he gasped and shuddered but then gravity took over
and he flattened his ass down on those slimy pubes, his leg muscles strong
enough to prevent the sudden plunge but Mike knew it was either a lot of
pain right away or a longer drawn-out agony if he prolonged it.  And maybe
ten minutes of this painful humiliation might prevent even worse things.
He sat there catching his breath waiting for the pain and burning to stop,
all the while the heat radiating up from all that smooth wet flesh began to
have a strange effect on his buttock muscles.  It took several minutes
before he could make the slightest motion without locking up.  When the
searing pain finally passed he began a slow rocking motion.  After several
more minutes he could rock even more, and then he felt that thick head
start to rub against that secret pleasure spot deep inside him.  Something
about how the width of the head pushed and rubbed against it caused Mike to
experience sensations more intense than anything before.  Shoving things up
there up until then has been a forced and nasty ordeal; but this was
something totally different, different and he hated to admit it something
he wanted to happen again.  But not like this, not riding a hard cock like
some sick shameless whore in broad daylight!
	"Have your brothers come closer" Tanaka was starting to buck
upwards, his panting letting them know Mike's tight hole was having the
desired effect "tell them what you are doing.  Tell them how you look now."
	"Oh fuck fuck fuck!" Mike reached down and grabbed himself, a bit
spooked how his dick could be seen to respond "oh fuck, this is..."
	"Tell them what you are doing."
	"I'm oh shit!" Mike felt that cock throb and jab against every
nerve "I'm getting fucked, I'm getting fucked my coach is fucking me
outside in front of..."
	"In front of your brothers..."
	"With even my own brothers watching..."
	"That make you lose erection?  This make it less... arousing?"
	"No no fuck!" a sharp jab to his prostate and Mike saw stars.  If
this kept up he did not know if he could stop himself in time from his body
completely betraying him "oh fuck yeah, like that oh fuck, again fuck that
feels..."
	"Tell them how it feels them witnessing you with my penis in you."
	"Fuck fuck, you guys can see it all!"
	"Is that a turn-on Mike?" Pat recognized all the signs "you getting
your nut having dudes watchin you do this?  Yes or no Mike?"
	"Fuck fuck yes!  Watching me get fucked my own coach fucking me
and" his hand now a rapid blur up and down his hard cock, too hard to spin
this any way but Mike was totally into what was happening "fuck fuck me
fuck me fuck me" gasping and bright red and his breath coming is short
gasps and
	"Time!" Tanaka grabbed Mike's hips and lifted him off his now
bright red shiny cock "you failed to produce orgasm now your brother takes
a turn.  Pat!"
	"No!" Mike had a thousand reasons not to let Pat do this.  Foremost
was that he wanted to feel that cock in him until his cum was shooting all
over that field, witnesses or no witnesses.
	"And you must use the semen of next younger brother for lubricant"
Tanaka lay there catching his breath knowing what he was demanding was
going to damn them all in each other's eyes.  Because Tanaka had no idea
what Kruisay had already intiated them into, so in his mind this was the
first and worst thing he could make them do in front of each other.  While
Mike and Pat argued Tanaka reached up and tapped his watch "ten minutes
start... now!"
	"No fair!" Mike yelled "that's not enough – "
	"Wasting time Mike" but what Tanaka meant was he was beginning to
warm to this otherwise obscene public display.  At first Tanaka had been
disgusted with the whole idea of this afternoon.  But when they convinced
him – really convinced him – he told himself he could force his body
to do it.  But once he felt a teenage ass tight around his cock, he had a
complete change of heart.
	"We can do this" Pat silenced Mike's steady stream of objections
"Sean you here" pointing to a spot on the blanket next to the coach "sit!"
	"But... but..." Sean barely had his ass on the blanket before Pat's
mouth descended on his still stiff cock.  Once Sean's brain caught up with
his cock, when he realized his big "big" brother was actually blowing him,
in front of Mike, in front of this stranger, in front of the whole world!
Sean leaned back and let the sensation sweep over him.  Then Pat added the
increased friction of his hand next.
	"Remember you and me in your basement?" Pat muttered, alternating
with sucking and jacking again and again "our shirts off, posing for each
other?"
	"Fuck fuck yeah" Sean was gasping, but not sure if he could cum so
quickly.
	"Shirts off and showing each other" the mouth back on that cock,
faster and faster the hand speeding up "and you wanted all our clothes off
right?  Just you and me naked and pumping weights" again the mouth back on
the dick, feeling it start to harden "and then we would've been naked and
boning in front of each other, just you and me!" feeling Sean's muscles
starting to buck and spasm "naked and boned and then I'm on the bench my
dick pointing at the ceiling" the mouth descending back onto the head
tightly encircled by the jacking fist "and then your mouth on my cock" Sean
gasping and panting freaking out how fast his orgasm was approaching "and
you want to suck me you want to taste my cum right?  You want to feel how
my cock – "
	"Oh fuck oh fuck I'm gonna cum" Sean gasped and before he knew what
hit him Pat spun around and without any warning slammed his ass down on
that spit-slicked cock.  Sean gasped but not louder than Mike watching Pat
impale himself on their youngest brother.  Sean took a second to realize
just what had happened.  He opened his eyes and it was true!  His big
brother was sitting on his cock, rocking up and down fast
	"Then we hear someone on the stairs – "
	"What who?" Sean was now rocking uncontrollably into Pat, his
orgasm torpedoing towards him like crazy.
	"But it's not Mike it's Dad!"
	"Dad!" Sean screamed "no!"
	"And he is – Dad is actually totally buck naked and seeing us
naked and boned he's hard and jacking himself and then he shoves his cock
in your mouth – " and that did it!  Sean gasped and started flooding
Pat's rectum with the most painful intense mind-wrenching orgasm of his
life.  In seconds Pat was off Sean's cock still burping and oozing cum and
with a deep breath and a gasp impaled himself on that much thicker
mushroom-headed cock on Mike's coach, all but passing out in the process.
	"Yes yes perfect perfect!" Tanaka gasped feeling the tight hole
begin to spasm around his cock.  And knowing he was fucking into that hole
lubricated with the youngest brother's semen began to bring on his orgasm
in turn.  The thought of being out in the open, of feeling the sticky slimy
coating of semen – of several young men's semen – now bathing his
cock in the perfect slickness, and the way this young man's rectum was
rhythmically squeezing his cock again and again, like not only had he done
this before but... then the thought was a tidal wave washing over him; this
young man was actually enjoying it, he wanted Tanaka's cock to violate him.
He opened his eyes and there was the proof!  The biggest cock Tanaka had
ever seen this close – it was actually bouncing off his stomach! –
was visibly growing even bigger and stiffer the more he jabbed his much
shorter stub of a penis again and again into his rectum.  Then he felt it;
he could feel his balls tightening in spite of the rubber ring he was told
to wear.  With the greatest amount of self-control and forced discipline he
had summoned up in years he held his breath to keep his orgasm from taking
over and looked at his watch.  Eleven, now twelve minutes had past
"t-time!" he gasped, hoping that tight hole would come off his penis before
he went over the edge.  He felt the ass slow down and then with a great
deal of reluctance, Pat raised himself off that cock and tumbled to the
side, his own cock a stiff pole.  The time of being ashamed about how good
that all felt, how much all of this really got to him, well those days were
now gone, Pat realized.  He was a sex hound, hell even a sex toy for anyone
and everyone who wanted him, and damn but if he would let that cloud his
enjoyment of this one day longer.
	"No please, not that" Mike knew what was coming next "not him!
I'll take his place anything but – "
	"Sean you must use your brother's semen as lubricant you
understand" Tanaka was now so close nothing was going to stop this.  And
the desire to penetrate the youngest brother was unstoppable.
	"I can do this... Mike" Sean still hesitated to show the world how
much this whole thing was NOT disgusting him.  Up until this morning he
would have done anything to keep his forbidden nasty damning secrets from
either of his brothers, especially from Mike.  Because he just assumed Mike
would loathe him – or kill him! – if he found out Sean could get into
all sorts of nasty shit.  Like the opportunity would ever arise in his
lifetime, right.  So having all of this just tumble at this feet, hell Sean
was still racing to catch up with this runaway train!  So Sean's mouth was
on Mike's cock so fast even Mike was taken by surprise.  Even when they
heard "starting now" it did not slow them down.  And the way Mike had been
on the edge ever since he rode that prostate-slamming cock, it did not take
Sean's mouth or his own hand more than forty seconds for Mike to start
blowing his load into Sean's mouth.  Sean accidentally started swallowing
the most delicious thing he ever tasted before he realized he needed it for
something else.  His mouth was off Mike's cock and on that dangerously
thick foreign cock even faster.  Sean thought it would be gross and nasty,
what with all the asses that had been on it, but it was oddly familiar and
not as gagging as he thought.  But he realized once Mike's cum was spread
on that lollipop of a cock next it was his turn to do the impossible; he
had to straddle it and do that with his brothers watching and realizing
what it meant.
	Tanaka felt that hot mouth on his cock and almost exploded his
orgasm right then.  It would have spoiled the whole proceedings, so he bit
his lip and dug his nails into his palms and then mercifully that mouth was
off his penis.  He looked down and was almost shocked how swollen his
member had become with all the stimulation.  And the effect of that rubber
ring was something he would repeat at the soonest opportunity.  When he saw
that perfect ass on that tight smooth almost hairless brother begin to
lower himself towards his now amazing organ he closed his eyes and knew he
could no longer hold back his orgasm.  Neither did he need to.  He felt the
warm pucker barely tighten around the head before he gave a lunge upwards
and his penis just erupted!  He felt the first shot enter something warm
but then he felt his pubes and scrotum being covered with his hot fluid
again and again until he could little more than lie there hoping he could
recover.
	"Did he hurt you?  Did he hurt you?" Mike grabbed Sean in his arms
tugging him to his feet.  Sean did not which felt better, the hug or the
cum injection in his still sore asshole.
	"I'm fine really, he barely got it in.  Compared to – "
	"You sure you're okay?  Tell me Sean, it's important."
	"I'll live but..."
	"But what kiddo?" Pat joined them.
	"But..." looking at both his brothers, naked and covered in sweat
and cum "but... don't kill me don't hate me but just... wow!"
	They laughed and hugged each other, assuming this public ordeal was
over.  They knew they had passed whatever sick test that absent Kruisay had
planned for them.  They knew they were not supposed to have done this; the
thought of foiling Kruisay's evil plans made it all the sweeter.  They were
reveling in their victory when they looked over at Coach Tanaka.  He was
rolling onto his knees in slow motion, pulling the blanket away from the
corners like he was reluctant to leave.  But he did not leave.  Instead he
picked up the blanket and folded it once or twice.  When he replaced it
where it had been, the three brothers' hope of ending this ordeal was
shattered.  They could now see,
	"Why are those there?" Mike spotted them first.  There were four
metal tent posts rammed into the hard soil where the blanket corners had
been.  It could only mean one thing,
	"No please Coach Tanaka!  We did everything you wanted.  Even more!
Don't make us – don't tie us – "
	"You misunderstand.  Completely" now that they saw him standing,
they realized how short he actually was.  In practice Mike always looked up
to him, but he saw it was more figuratively than literally.  In reality he
was not much taller than Sean.  But when he was standing, all the weight
was distributed entirely differently than when he was sprawled on his back
like a tubby tourist at the beach.  But none of them were dressed for the
beach and they sure as fuck were no longer tourists.  They looked around
and Mike swore he heard car sounds in the distance.  It brought home just
how dangerously close they still were to "normal" civilization.
	"Look coach maybe we should go" Mike looked at his brothers "right
guys?  I mean I think I hear – "
	"So what ARE those for then?" Sean had to vocalize what the others
were too chickenshit to ask "you now expecting to tie us down so you
can...?"
	"No..." Tanaka rubbed his bald head shiny in the sun.  He reached
into that horrible gymbag and produced several lengths of yellow nylon
cords "you will... you now must... tie... ME down..."
	Mike looked at him like he did not hear something right,
	"What?  Say again?"
	"Yes..." he lowered himself to his knees and began to tie one
length to each of the four spikes "We did – I mean I did not expect you"
looking at Mike "one of you to comply with half of punishments.  I
miscalculated.  Now I must accept penalty..." he lowered himself down until
he was flat on his stomach.  Mike looked at his brothers like: are you
seeing this too?
	"No we can't do that" Sean piped up "even if we wanted to" and I
would not mind seeing what happened, he thought.
	"You can and you must" the coach rolled over and looked at Mike
"again I remind you of consequence if – "
	"What if I said no!" Mike had enough "okay what's the worse –"
	"Monday it will be you Wilson after class, you him myself Doctor
Kruisay two others – "
	"No way!" Mike knew he was calling his bluff "that would – "
	"Yes, that videotape alone if not injuries will end your career"
Tanaka could not have been more blunt.  He was threatening Mike with actual
physical damange.
	"No you are not – "
	"If you emerge from Monday somehow unscathed, then Tuesday you and
Doctor Kruisay, but not after practice.  During practice..."
	"No way!  Not in front of – "
	"Then if you emerge from that, Wednesday you and Kruisay, then me,
then another... um, coach – "
	"No!"
	"In front of many many people in large audience – "
	"What?  Audience?"
	"With more cameras and – "
	"No I don't believe you!  I don't believe ANY of this!"
	"Simple" Tanaka lay back down on his stomach "either this
today... or trust your luck I do not making empty threats.  You decide."
	"What if we do... y'know tie you down, up, whatever?" Sean was
biting his lip, thinking he would do it if it meant keeping his brother
Mike from any kind of harm.  Even if half of the threats were bogus "then
what?"
	"Then you take turns..." he looked away, too humiliated to see
their faces "you take turns penetrating me..."
	"No way!" from Mike.
	"From biggest" he gulped "to smallest..."
	"What?  Are you crazy?" Mike now knew this was all just made up.
No way his coach would let them take turns buttfucking him.  Not out here
in the open.
	"Biggest like how?" Sean would not let it go "like who weighs the
most?  Tallest?"
	"He means biggest dick" Pat had a bad hunch as soon as he saw the
tent stakes.  But the fact he was not on the receiving end made it even
odder.  He began to realize his massive endowment was getting a lot of
peculiar attention in the strangest circles "right... coach?"
	"Your brother he is right" Tanaka buried his face in the blanket
"this is something you must do."
	"Why?  Just because – "
	"I explained already.  You were not supposed to comply with
punishments so far.  No I must submit to – "
	"Whose idea was all of this?" Mike smelled a rat big time.
	"Mine, my idea alone."
	"Bullshit!"
	"Even if not, I will not tell you" he clenched his jaw "no matter
what you do to me" and there it was.  He was daring them to force it from
him.
	Mike looked at Pat who looked at Sean.  Sean was already crouching
down in reach of the first cord.  He looked back at Mike,
	"If it saves your butt..."
	"If even half the threats are true" and Pat had firsthand
experience they were.  The memory of what he saw through those vents would
not leave him, neither the idea of what Mack saw when Pat and... "Mike you
do not want to risk it."
	"I still think this is really REALLY fucked up..."
	"We're doing it" Sean grabbed the first cord and yanked the coach's
left ankle sideways.  He had it knotted and secured in seconds.  When he
went to the other ankle, the guys knew they had stepped into the quicksand.
	"We don't have to actually..."Mike nodded at the firm rounded ass
now on display for anyone to see.  The way Tanaka's legs were pulled apart
his hairy crack was on perfect display "y'know... maybe just the threat" he
whispered at Pat "y'know so we maybe you know at least just find out who's
behind all of this."
	"Who set us up?" and then it was Pat securing the last wrist and
Sean finished his.
	"I will not tell you" he grunted feeling his limbs now stretched
out and secured.  He had nowhere to go and he was pinned.
	"Maybe you better" Pat dug into the gymbag seeing things he prayed
would never be used on any of them "if you don't want this to hurt, where's
the lube?"
	"Jar jar" Tanaka was panting, knowing what was coming "green green
jar..."
	Pat dug around until he found a jar with label X7-49-3 on it.  It
looked green all right, so he opened it.  The color came from the green
ointment inside so he took some and rubbed his fingers together.  The
cooling heating tingling sensation he felt was as far from that horrible
liniment as he could imagine,
	"This ain't no liniment" rubbing it into his palm feeling it begin
to tingle "what the fuck is this?"
	"It is..." a deep resigned sign "lubricant."
	"Not like anything I ever saw" seeing Mike's reaction.  Sean was
trying and failing to keep his hands from rubbing those smooth polished
shoulders and muscled arms "here!" tossing the jar at Sean "your call."
	"No!" Mike objected.  Seeing his brother feeling up his coach was
one thing.  Having the young kid shove his fingers in the guy's crack was
another.
	"Okay!" Sean was given the green light and boy did he run with it.
He had a big glob on his fingers and in seconds was working it up and down
that hairy crack.  When he found the ring, Tanaka let out a loud hiss "wow
I can't believe I'm doing this" and in slid one finger.  That is when he
felt the tingling and warming "what the fuck?"
	"It's this weird gel" Mike tried wiping it off but where?  He
settled on rubbing it on the nearest surface he could find – Tanaka's
calf "so what's it gonna be coach?  Tell us already!"
	"I do not know" he began to clench and unclench his glutes as the
sensation spread inside his sensitive membranes.
	"Like hell you don't" and then Sean was jamming more of it into
that hole, even using two and then three fingers to force an opening
"y'gonna tell us?  How much worse this gotta get before...?"
	"I will not tell you.  Even if you..." he clenched his teeth and
squeezed his eyes tight "even if you rape me" and there it was as plain as
day.  Mike realized this was going to happen.  And as much as he hated to
admit it, the thought of his cock forcing information out of that
tight-lipped, tight-assed adult sent blood south fast.  Suddenly he wished
the order was different; that he was the one to pound it out of him first.
	"Pat I'm not telling you you have to..." Mike looked at Pat.  When
he saw the returning hardon Mike knew this was going down "just be careful
okay?"
	"Wow" Sean spun around so he was straddling the coach's shoulders
facing back towards where it looked like Pat was going to do it "lemme
okay?"
	"Real education today kiddo" Pat pressed his knees between Tanaka's
getting into position.  When he felt Sean's greased hand just thrust
forward rubbing the green lube onto his cock, letting his brother
masturbate him like it appeared he always wanted, Pat just smiled at him
and nodded "knock yourself out Sean."
	"Just don't use too much – " Mike tried to warn him.
	"Oh fuck!" Pat yanked his cock out of that hand "what IS that?"
	"Why?  How does it feel?"
	"Don't" Mike yelled but too late.  Sean was bringing his hand to
his own cock.
	"Wow that feels different" then it hit "oh shit!" he tried to rub
it off but only succeeded in getting some on his balls.  Once he felt that
he was jumping like crazy "what do I do?  I gotta get it off!" and then he
saw Pat pointing.  Hell Sean, realized the guy was tied up, what could he
do?  He crouched down in front of Tanaka's face and lifted his head until
his mouth made contact with Sean's nads.  Sean never expected a tongue to
come out and start licking him there.  Or even more amazing when Sean's
cock entered his mouth and Sean felt a steady sucking.  Between the blatant
blow-job and the tingling gel, Sean was not going anywhere fast.
	Pat saw that and the irritation on his swollen cock was replaced by
the amazing sight of his kid brother getting blown by Mike's coach.  He
didn't really want to do it; but times like this Pat's cock was in the
driver's seat.  He eased his head forward, never expecting to fit his
massive cock into such a small opening.  When he pressed forward he felt
the opening relax and expand.
	"Mike y'gotta see this."
	Mike crouched down until their hips were smashed together, watching
closely as the head of Pat's cock slid into the green opening.
	"Pull out a sec" Mike grunted over the grunts escaping Tanaka
between thrusts from Sean's cock.  Mike grabbed those greased cheeks and
pulled them apart with a great deal of force "okay now do it."
	With his crack splayed wide open, they both watched as Pat's now
all but totally hard cockhead pressed again.  This time they clearly saw
that brown wrinkled ring open up as Pat's cock pressed into it.
	"You like that?" Pat pulled out again "you think that's hot?"
	"Fuck yeah!  Do it again!"
	"Whatever ya want big brother" Pat pulled out and pushed in, over
and over.  Each time the ring relaxed more and more until after seven or
eight times it did not close all the way "here it goes" and this time Mike
spread those cheeks again and watched the first four or five inches press
in and in and even further in.  The coach screamed and bucked trying to get
that log out of his stretched hole.  After a few more thrashing attempts to
dislodge him, Pat succeeded in getting more than half into him.  And
getting it to stay.  He was just getting into the sensation of this hot
tight hole around his tingling burning sensitive overly-stimulated cock
when he saw Mike's cock lift up all by myself "gets ya hot huh?"
	"Fuck yeah."
	"Like watching your little bro fuck, huh?"
	"Little, yeah right" Pat reached over and started massaging the
last resistance from Mike's now swollen cock.
	"Know what's even hotter?" Pat began a slow inch by inch rocking
into that bucking bronco beneath him.
	"What?"
	"Seeing this someday" Pat's hand on Mike's cock was having the
effect.  Mike was now hard enough to split wood "maybe... um y'know
spread... um my hole the same way!"
	"Oh fuck Pat..." Mike grabbed Pat's shoulder his mouth against that
hard muscle "fuck yeah oh yeah" rocking into that fist like it really was
his brother's ass.  Somehow the idea of forcing information from his coach
was not a priority.
	Sean was almost too busy getting his first genuine full-out blowjob
to notice his brothers all but making out.  But his eyes always returned to
his brother's ultimate cock, now being inched again and again into that
hairy hole.  He was mesmerized by his brothers, their cocks, their fucking,
their almost making out – then something moved at the corner of his
vision.  He spun his head around just when they all heard,
	"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!"

	Mike never moved so fast in his life.  He was on his feet grabbing
Sean almost over his shoulder and half-way across the clearing before he
heard,
	"FREEZE!"
	The both stopped with their hands in the air.  At that point they
realized they had left Pat behind to whatever fate.  They turned to see a
man dressed like a county sheriff talking into his collar squaker, a naked
Pat flanking him, and Tanaka still spread eagle tied on the ground.
	"Keep your hands in the air and come back here boys.  Now!"
	They knew there was nothing they could say.  They were caught
red-handed, naked and more than indecent.  Having sex in a public place, on
state land was enough to put them both in jail.  All they could do was keep
their mouths shut and see what happened.
	"That your car back there?" the big red-faced cop asked Mike
closing the distance between them.
	"Yes sir, our dads" Mike never felt more exposed or damned.  He
heard the sheriff talk into the radio giving their license plate number.
Now that their dad would be involved it was going from bad to totally down
the tubes.
	Mike and Sean were marched back to where Pat was already cuffed.
And for some reason Coach Tanaka's were free of those nylon restraints and
he was busy untying his ankles.  As soon as he was standing he also had his
hands cuffed behind his back.  Of course both of them completely naked like
Sean and Pat.  Under the afternoon sun it was hard to tell who was more of
a jaw-dropping sight, Tanaka with his thick smooth muscles or Pat with his
wide shoulders and long shiny cock.  Pat and Mike both tried to reason with
the sheriff who was calling for backup.  Then Mike and Sean were secured
with Tanaka's discarded ropes, the sheriff yelling at them like it was
their fault he only had two sets of cuffs.  They stood there waiting for
what seemed like an hour, expecting the entire swat team to materialize and
surround them.  Instead they saw in the distance a second sheriff, older
than the thirty-something guy who first arrested them, come through the
clearing.  When he was in shouting range he yelled to his assistant,
	"They in custody?"
	"Yes captain."
	"Well well well" the older captain joined the group, looking around
the site.  The brothers tried not to look at him longer than they dared,
taking in his craggy stubbled face, his thick torso gone to beer belly.  Or
those huge hands.  The captain's shaded eyes took in the blanket, the
stakes, the cords, and finally the spilled contents of the gymbag.  He
whipped out his camera and started taking pictures "for evidence" as he
explained.  When they saw the camera, they knew things were getting even
worse if possible "well gentlemen, I'm not sure just what was going on out
here" looking at the big Chinese guy "but it seems we got one adult and
several underage youth, all engaging in sex in a public place.  Does this
more or less sum it up?"
	"That is the disturbance report I received" the younger officer
added removing his hat, his dark red crewcut already shiny under the hot
sun "and when I came upon the scene well..."
	"Well what sergeant?"
	"I found him" nudging Tanaka with his nightstick
"tied... um... tied down... um spread eagle with this one" nudging Pat next
"on top of him.  I don't have to be explicit what they were doing."
	"What about the other two?"
	"They were also... um... involved in sexual behavior, sir."
	"We better get them back to the station and sort this out" the
captain talked into his collar a few seconds "okay let's go."
	"Like this?" Mike stood there naked and grimy.
	"Yes like that.  We'll sort this all out at the station.  Okay
let's go" and just like that four naked guys were marched back the way they
came.  It was a painful business especially when they got back to the tree
line, every branch and root ripping and bruising all that exposed flesh.
By the time they made it back to their car they were a mass of red welts
and scrapes.
	Pat thought it was odd no patrol car was there, only one unmarked
car with the usual equipment, spotlights etc.  But no squad car, no paddy
wagon, nothing.
	"What's taking them so long?" the captain asked his sergeant.
	"They were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago."
	"So we just have to wait?"
	"Something about trouble down by the river" the sergeant looked at
the building attached to the radio tower "how about in here until..."
	"Huh?" Mike dug in his heals "what?"
	"We can't have you naked jaybirds parading around waiting.  What if
someone saw you?" and the captain found the door locked.  He pulled some
skeleton keys from his belt and in seconds the door was open.  He ushered
them all into the cooler interior.  For some reason he turned on all the
lights.  Pat looked at Mike like: what's that for?  What is going on here?
	"Okay you guys, we're gonna park you all here until help shows up"
the captain started with Tanaka and brought him over to an inside railing
running along the back wall.  He had one cuff off him and re-attached to
the railing like a pro.  Then it was Pat's turn but he was recuffed with
both hands through the railing in front of him.  When that captain produced
two more sets of cuffs and replaced Mike's and Sean's ropes with cuffs,
Mike shot Pat a worried puzzled look like: this ain't right.  Especially
when Sean was cuffed with his hands behind his back and Mike also cuffed
leaning over the railing like Pat.  Once their handiwork was finished, the
captain removed his hat.  He ran his hand through the graying, balding
stubble "okay first we start with the names" getting John Tanaka first then
the three O'Tooles.
	"So you guys really brothers huh?" watching his sergeant go through
all their clothes he had stuffed into that gymbag.  When he found their
pants and school IDs he shook his head confirming their suspicions.  And
Pat and Sean were underage "so now we got you" poking at Tanaka "having sex
with minors.  We tend to frown on that in this county."
	"I can explain" which he did not.
	"And you can explain how you ended up tied down, getting cornholed
by that!" and if he didn't started poking at Pat's long cock with his
nightstick.
	"He made us!" Sean spat out "he forced us!"
	"He forced you to tie him up and fuck him in the ass?" the captain
could not help but laugh "that I'd like to see..." and it hung in the
air. Then his laughter died as the tense silence hung in the air, his eyes
narrowing at Tanaka.
	"Don't think they heard that right captain" the younger sergeant
tossed his cap on the pile and proceeded to loosen his tie "maybe they want
to hear that again."
	"I said..." he went over to Tanaka "so how you get mixed up with
these brothers?"
	"He's..." Pat started but decided to let the coach hang himself.
	"I coach... him" pointing at Mike.
	"Yeah I thought I recognized this sumo-head" the sergeant shook his
head "Captain, this here's the new varsity wrestling coach and looking at
you" damn but if he didn't run his hand over Mike's bare shoulder "you
gotta be one of his prime varsity wrestlers, ain't that right?"
	"Maybe" the more Mike looked around the room, seeing how they were
all cuffed to different sections of that railing threw his suspicions into
high gear.  Now that he was up close to these two sheriffs he could see
their patches and badges more closely.  When he noticed the Rock Island
county badges he knew something was really off.  Hell, they were in Scott
county! "yeah, sometimes my coach gives me extra training and – "
	"Like bending over and taking it up the butt?"
	"One way to find out" Mike was out for blood now.  Yanking them
around like this, threatening them with arrests, all of this was not adding
up "if there's cum in my ass, then y'know we're telling the truth."
	"No!" Tanaka yelled.
	"What?  Afraid he's right?" the captain was starting to stain his
dress shirt.  The close air inside this building was almost as bad as their
basement earlier.
	"No not that, I mean..."
	"Still don't explain how I find the big guy" pointing at Tanaka
"tied up, on the receiving end of this" again with the nightstick to Pat's
cock.  Pat decided: what the fuck.  This time when he felt the stick bang
his cock back and forth, his cock started to respond.  He looked down and
watched yet again his cock rise to the occasion "well lookee there" this
time the stick began a steady banging of Pat's cock back and forth "captain
you seeing this?"
	"I can see it all the way from here" he looked from Mike to Pat "so
which one of you's the big brother?"
	"I am" they both answered.
	"Come again?" he brought himself to stand in front of Mike.  There
was something in his solid self-confidence he saw as a challenge.
	"I'm older than Pat" Mike began a slow struggle with his
restraints.  He did not want to get free as much as show off his
hard-earned musculature.  Because this captain seemed to have a bug in his
butt about something.
	"So how you like having a kid brother beat you in the dick
department?" his eyes all over those shoulders and back.  Mike made his
biceps start to pop for good measure "unless that thing gets bigger" Mike
almost expected a hand on it next but the way he was bent forward all he
could do was spread his legs to make his point.
	"It does."
	"Big as this?" that sergeant was having endless amusement banging
Pat's now hard dick back and forth.
	"Maybe" looking at his coach next "ask my coach" throwing out his
butt.
	"So you two big dicked jocks do that shit huh?" the captain
returned his hard gaze to Mike "you two take turns buttfucking each other?"
	"Maybe" Mike flexed those thick shoulders trying to straighten up
as best he could.
	"Or maybe" looking over Sean on the other side of the coach "maybe
it's worse.  Maybe you two take turns buttfucking your kid brother, ain't
that it?"
	"No!" Sean shot a panicked look to Mike.
	"Don't believe you" he looked between Sean and Pat now "bet you beg
for that donkey cock all the time, don't you?"
	"Sean don't answer him" Mike snarled "he's just baiting you."
	"Baiting me?" Sean had the captain's attention and knew the longer
he kept him away from Mike the better off they all would be "is that what
you're doing?  Baiting me to tell you the truth?"
	"Yeah, tell me the truth.  Tell me what – "
	"I'll tell you the truth" hearing a chorus of No's from around the
room "this is what happened.  The big Chinese coach – "
	"Japanese" Mike yelled.
	"Close enough" Tanaka watched Sean with one eye and that stick
batter Pat's cock with the other.
	"Mike's coach okay?" Sean was in blabber-mode now "first he made us
all get naked" shaking his head at Mike's protest "then he took turns
fucking each of us, to see who could make him cum, okay?"
	"That was you huh?"
	"Not really" Sean rolled his eyes "Pat had him so primed he barely
had it in me before he was shooting off his load.  Don't believe me, check
the evidence.  Like body cavity search okay?"
	"Mouthy kid ain't ya?"
	"That's not what I saw" the sergeant tore himself away from playing
with Pat "I saw this big dude tied down and getting an anal injection of
this!"
	"We were all supposed to do it to him" Sean blabbed on "biggest to
smallest, Pat Mike then me, okay?" seeing Mike glare at him "sorry Mike
you're the oldest but Pat – "
	"The donkey dick in the family huh?"
	"Yeah" Pat knew it was pointless "take after my dad!"
	"So what happened to you?" the captain was back in Mike's face.
	"He's adopted" Pat laughed "but don't tell he don't know.  His
dad's the mailman!"
	"Pat shut up!"
	"Make me Mikey!" Pat laughed "oh that's right, you're handcuffed."
	"Okay okay" the captain went to the big guy last "any truth to any
of this?"
	"Check them for evidence" Tanaka was also a master of swelling his
chest when he needed to "if Sean's story correct, then he is only one who
would have semen deposits in his – "
	"Don't need to be getting graphic here" he looked at his sergeant
"get the gloves and do the exam."
	"Captain!  Are you serious?"
	"Do it!" he looked from one to the other as a muttering swearing
sergeant left them.  He retuned to Sean,
	"So if your story is right, you will have the big Chinese guy's –
"
	"Japanese-American."
	"Whatever, his cum in your ass, right?"
	"That's what I said."
	"And your two fuck brothers should be clean right?" the captain saw
the cloud pass over Sean's face "well?"
	"Well um, I never said..."
	"You three, all three of you been getting into it tell the truth!"
	"Ignore him Sean" Mike was getting angrier by the minute "you don't
owe him..." and they all turned as the sergeant returned with a box of exam
gloves, one already on his right hand.  Of course he went to Pat first.
	"No start with the kid I want to see if.."
	"I'm not lying!"
	"He's not" Tanaka looked at the cops, knowing what was coming "do
what you must."
	The sergeant went from Pat over Sean, his back against the railing,
his crotch thrust forward.
	"Okay spread'm" and he reached between Sean's thighs and beneath
his balls until he found his hole.  As he suspected it was swollen and
loose.  He dug one finger around and pulled it back out.  His finger was
covered with slime!
	"DNA" the captain ordered him to turn the glove inside out for the
evidence.  Next it was Pat's turn.  Since he was already half-over the
railing, all the sergeant had to do was knock his legs apart.  He saw the
red battered ring first before he even inserted a finger.
	"This ass has been fucked big time" he pressed in a finger finding
it even looser than he expected "and recent I think" when he pulled it out
he saw the slime.  It had to be cum, but it was something else as well.  He
raised it to his nose "what the fuck?"
	"He made us use – I mean he used liniment on us" Pat knew he
slipped up by at this point he did not care.  Again the glove was turned
inside out and when it was Mike's turn, he found the same mix of cum and
liniment.  He exchanged looks with his captain.
	"Just as I thought" he shook his head "a real gang bang all around,
everyone fucking everyone.  So who's was – "
	"You forgetting someone?" Pat nodded at coach Tanaka.
	"So what?  You saying I'm gonna be finding your cum up his ass?"
	"Go on check him Sargeant" which is what he did.  When this time
his gloved finger came back green he freaked!
	"What is that?"
	"Nothing, nothing at all" Tanaka lied.
	"He brought it" now Pat was out to hang Mike's coach "something he
had in his bag of toys.  It's the nastiest shit you can imagine.  It burns
and tingles and makes you want to..."
	"Want to cum, right?"
	"If you don't jump out of your skin first" Pat nodded at the
captain.
	The Captain looked at his sergeant then at his watch.  By this
point the brothers knew no one else was coming.  They braced for the worst.
They did not have to wait long.
	"Really does a number on you, huh?" even redder and now sweat just
pouring off his forehead.
	"No kidding" now Pat was watching this captain's every move.  His
nervousness was staining his shirt something fierce.  The guy was sweating
bullets "green tube in coach's bag.  It's like nothing you ever..."
	"So..." the moment hung in the air "so... um... so w-w-why don't
you show us..."
	"Huh?"
	"That thing likes to fuck guys in the ass, show us how
you... use... it..." delivering the words carefully.  Like a noose
descending around Pat's neck.
	"What?"
	"You didn't hear me?"
	"I heard you fine" Pat wanted this all out now "just what are you
suggesting?  Exactly."
	"You like to put that up guy's asses, let's see you start with..."
looking around the room "you!" pointing at Sean!
	"No way!" Mike and Pat competed to see who could yell louder.  It
was a close draw but Mike won only because he was closer to the captain's
ear.
	"What?  I thought all you guys take turns buttfucking each other!"
	"Well we don't okay?"
	"But we have evidence each of you been cornholed – I mean anally
penetrated something earlier.  So either you – "
	"Or what?" Pat thought: okay here it comes "I ain't fucking my kid
brother, so what's the – "
	"It's your funeral" the captain's forehead was a fountain now.  He
stopped to mop it with his sleeve "either we watch you fuck him right here
and now – with all of us witnesses or..."
	"Or what?"
	"Like I said, either you fuck" a quick furtive glance at his
sergeant" or you're fucked..."
	"What?" Mike needed no more convincing this whole thing was totally
bogus "what'd you say?"
	"Either you fuck the kid" the captain's eyes were narrow daggers
"or you are the one getting fucked!"
	"Who?" Pat knew they were bullshitting "you and your rent-a-cop
partner?"
	"No, we..." waving around the room "we all fuck you..." letting the
idea since in.
	"Pat don't he's full of shit!" Mike looked at him then his coach
"do something!  Tell them it's all – "
	"Starting with you" pointing at Tanaka "while you tell us about the
green shit."
	"I can't" and there was the sergeant unsnapping his cuffs.  He
rubbed his wrists and looked down at his limp cock.
	"Then we go around the room" the captain was on a mission now
"until we get the truth out of all of you!"
	"No that is not necessary" Tanaka was free and going to his bag.
All the brothers thought he would get dressed and leave and that would
bring the curtain down on this whole farce.
	"You gonna finally do something or just leave?" Pat snarled at
Tanaka.
	"Pat just knock it off okay?" Mike could still see worse looming
over his head.
	"I'm serious if..."
	"If what?" the captain looked at him like he was nuts, like he was
in any position to negotiate.
	"You think I'm gonna let every dude in here take a turn in me
right?"
	"Or else we see that thing go up your kid brother."
	"Okay I agree" Pat waved down Mike's screams of protest "but..."
	"Not buts, I thought – "
	"But but but!  If I gotta get gang-raped at least I pick the order,
which guys in which order, that's the deal."
	"That's all?" the captain looked at his sergeant, who was now
openly batting Pat's cock with his re-gloved hand.
	"First my brothers, Mike then Sean, they go first!"
	"Deal" the captain yelled, giving the game all away.  Because
seeing brothers take each on was like the kid was reading his mind.
	"When they're finished, when you get your rocks off seeing them
blow their load in me, they leave!  Got it?"
	"Huh?"
	"This is about me remember?" Pat continued to signal Mike to cool
it "they do this thing, you get to watch them take my ass, then they leave,
we agreed?"
	"Yeah sure fine whatever" the captain was now all about getting
this ball rolling "which one first?"
	"Mike like I told you" Pat bent over the railing, in part to get
that sargeant's hand away from his cock.  He would get his turn but right
now he wanted his brothers out of harm's way.
	"You sure this is..." the sergeant unlocked Mike's cuffs and led
him over to where Pat remained cuffed to the railing.
	"Do it Mike" Pat muttered to him "after everything today this is
not even worth bothering about."
	"Okay Mike you know what to do" Tanaka materialized out of nowhere.
And with him was that jar of green goo "officers, you will see – maybe
feel – what this does" and without any warning his coach applied a
healthy handful to Mike's unprotected crotch.  Mike yelped and flinched
when he felt it hit his balls.  But his coach's hand on his cock brought
him to full rod before the captain had a chance to get Sean's cuffs off as
well.  By the time Sean was pressed next to Mike, Mike was showing seven
plus inches of hard green cock.  He grunted down at Pat as his brother
pushed his ass back into his crotch.  Like something out of a wet dream
Mike felt that battered hole encircle his cockhead and then
	Whack! his coach slapped his butt and Mike lunged forward, impaling
Pat on the full length.  Pat let out a scream and bucked forward but when
his crotch banged into that cold metal railing with a nasty clang he had no
where to go.  Mike had the impression this Saturday was coming to an end
and with it his last chance ever to fuck his brother so as much as he
wanted to make it last, that gel had the upper hand.  He was slamming into
that hot tingling hole for all of three minutes before he felt himself
losing control,
	"Oh fuck oh fuck I'm gonna cum I can't stop!"
	"Cum in me Mike" Pat was rocking and tightening his butt around his
brother's cock "do it!  Blow your wad stud!  Now!" and Pat squeezed down
tight as he felt Mike's strong hands grip his hips and then he felt it,
something very hot and sticky flooding his insides.  The tingling burning
was replaced by something warm and gummy.  He leaned back into it, savoring
the sensation of his big brother's load making everything so far worth the
effort.  But just when he thought nothing could feel better, that perfect
tube was yanked from him and then something thinner but even harder if
possible was jamming into him, hitting his prostate from a different angle.
And with the new cock – was it really Sean fucking him? – came the
return of the burning gel "oh Sean do it!  Like you always wanted when it
was just us two hitting the weights!  Us both stripping down and working
out naked and then" Pat could not even finish before he felt Sean freeze
behind him, every muscle tensed and quivering and then again Pat felt that
warm gush of fluid inside him.  He twisted his head backwards catching a
glimpse of his brother's face.  The expression was a combination of
panicked agony and bliss.
	"I'm sorry I'm sorry I couldn't hold it I couldn't – "
	"You did perfect!" Pat wished he could hug him but those cuffs were
starting to dig into his wrists "now get outa here.  Mike!  Get him out of
here!"
	"What about you?" Mike was already getting into his shorts, looking
around for his shoes.  He expected the last switch from Tanaka but he was
too busy shooting nervous looks at that Captain to interrupt Mike's hasty
scramble.
	"Don't worry about that now I'll get home" Pat yelled at him
"finish getting dressed in the car.  Just leave!  Now!"
	Before the cops could change their mind, he heard his two brothers
scrambling for the door.  When he heard the metallic clang of it closing
followed by the sound of a car starting up then fading away he let the air
out his lungs in a long deep gasp.  They were free!

	He closed his eyes and waited for the worst.  He was left
handcuffed god-knows-where with three horny adults and knew the next
fifteen minutes were going to be something intense if not outright brutal.
Not that he was worried about ending up floating face down somewhere, but
he knew his brothers' escape was going to cost him bigtime!  Could he
really handle getting gang-raped by these three?  With his ass still
stinging from that brutal assault early today?  When he felt someone
unlocking his cuffs he thought he might have blacked out.
	"That was a real hero act you pulled there" the captain yanked the
cuffs off him, helping him straighten up.
	"I don't know I just – "
	"You know what happens to heroes?"
	"I dunno I – "
	"They get fucked, is what happens" he snarled.
	"Is that what happened to you?" Pat was within smelling distance of
the older hairy guy, getting a vibe and then something bigger and brighter
than just a vibe.  He was probably ex-military, probably returned stateside
with some kind of injuries and forced to take this stupid security job.
Because a cop he was not.  But Pat seeing this big guy – really seeing
into his mind – was even more of a mind-fuck than all that had happened
on this Saturday to beat all Saturday.  Pat was about to black out, his
intuitive hunches overwhelming his exhausted head when
	"Not your problem" he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked Pat to
his knees "this is" forcing his face into his steaming crotch.
	"H-h-h-hold on a second" Pat regained his balance and like the
wrestler that he was rolled sideways and to his feet, just outside of
striking distance of the guy's long arms.
	"What?  Suddenly you don't wanna get dicked?"
	"Lemme lemme catch my breath" which was true.  But Pat needed a
second to get his brain straightened out "okay, I can't figure out who you
are or what this is all about" he lied, then turned to Mike's coach "but
you of all people seem to be taking this all in stride – for being the
ringleader!"
	"I am not ringleader!"
	"You telling me these two...'cops' ain't here because you – "
	"I already told you we got a complaint call about – " the
sergeant tried.
	"Yeah and I'm America's Most Wanted!" Pat knew he could bolt out of
there now if he wanted, but having these two guys now ready to get into
just about anything kept Pat's feet from moving.  And Pat wanted to see if
that peek behind the curtain was real or just his brain overheating "okay
we gotta have some groundrules – "
	"Like you're in any position to be bargaining – "
	"Like you're forgetting I'm the underage kid here and you guys are
looking at five to ten for – "
	"We're officers – "
	"Yeah and I'm the new shortstop for the Cards" Pat had enough of
that story "so here's the deal" he was going to stand his ground.  And if
truth be told he had an itch to see if they two guys looked even better out
of their clothes.
	"No deals!"
	"Deal is" Pat suspected he had some advantage here "we all know
some people" glaring at Mike's coach "have some reputation to uphold."
	"Wait!" he threw up his hands "I just – "
	"Well whatever you were doing out in the field buck-ass naked is
not my concern here."
	"So..." the captain rubbed his chin looking around the room "just
what IS your... concern?"
	"First" still glaring at that big round coach "whatever you have
hanging over Mike's head it ends now!  Got it?"
	"I don't – "
	"For starters" Pat knew he had all the cards now "and Sean too, he
has no more involvement in any of this stuff, got it?"
	"In exchange for what?" the captain shared a quick glace with Coach
Tanaka "exactly?"
	"In exchange you... I mean I will do... do anything... you want..."
Pat knew he should have said something – anything else but now it was
too late.
	"Anything?"
	"Yeah... okay... anything."
	"And in return brothers off limits?" that coach spelled it out as
clearly as Pat dared put it into words.
	"Off limits and I will..."
	"Do what?"
	"Whatever" looking at each in turn "your straight married" seeing
the captain's ring "straight cop" watching the sergeant gulp and blush
"sex-crazed brains come up with!  On a platter, okay?"
	"For starters" the captain just pointed at his crotch.  There it
was; they wanted to get into it here and now.
	"Yes sir, whatever you want sir!" Pat got back on his knees and
rubbed his face all over the rough material, feeling the tube responding
faster than he thought proper.  Yeah, the guy was super horny "you want me
how, officer?  On my back?  On my knees?  I can get you off like – "
	"Eager to take cop dick up your ass aren't you?"
	"Yes sir, if that's what you want sir!"
	"I'll tell you what I want" he pushed Pat's face away from his now
tented pants front "you said Tanaka here was naked and tied up on his back
– "
	"Not at first, when we – "
	"Maybe you should show me exactly – show us both" looking at his
partner.
	"Hey leave me outa this" suddenly his sergeant was having second
thoughts.
	"Too late" Pat and the captain both grunted out at the same time
"but first" the senior officer returned to Tanaka "let's see what the kid's
trying to spit out.  Something about you were on your face – "
	"On my back!" Tanaka did not want this to go down that road
"and..."
	"Okay show me" kicking at Tanaka's blanket piled with his gymbag
"get down on the floor..."
	"What?  Now?"
	"Right now.  Do it!" and the coach grunted and muttered something
no one caught before he spread the blanket down on the cool concrete floor.
He stood there a moment before the captain again gave him orders to get
down there and spread out.  Before long that big round belly was again
sticking up from Tanaka's flattened body "like that?" turning to Pat.
	"Close enough" Pat stood there, remembering what it looked like
seeing his brother sitting on top of his coach's crotch, taking that short
fat uncut cock up his behind "first he forced my brother – "
	"Forced?" Tanaka's eyes went wide "I never forced – "
	"My brother and then me to sit on his cock, and then even my kid
brother until he shot off in our asses and..."
	"Is that right?" the captain looked at Tanaka's shriveled cock
buried in those black pubes "don't see how... maybe we better see this
again.  Let's see if you really – "
	"No not like this!" Tanaka was not enjoying the idea of being
forced to put on a sex show in front of these two.
	"We don't want this getting out now do we, John?" the officer knew
his first name?  Pat racked his brains trying to remember when that bit of
information was exchanged.  He hid his knowing smile, seeing another card
in his hand.
	"He was lying there with that cock totally hard and..."
	"Show us" the captain ordered.  Pat heard that and knew this is how
this second, more dangerous, segment would start.  And once it started,
once he got into that sex-charged, hard-boned-crazy frame of mind, he was
not responsible for anything.  In a flash he was crouching over all that
smooth flesh and rubbing those hairy balls, even squeezing a finger or two
deep between those thick powerful thighs.  As he suspected, that fat tube
started getting darker and redder and with a spit polish and a few careful
tugs, enough to get those two cops closer for a real good look, Pat had
that foreskin skinned back and forth and slimed enough to make it look like
the serious weapon he and his brothers had to deal with out there under the
sun for all the world to witness.  Witness and sufficiently exposed to call
the cops about.
	"He was... ur... like this..." Pat leaned backwards so they could
all get a good look.  Tanaka lay they with his hands behind his head,
almost proud of how his now shiny cock had responded to Pat's
manipulations.
	"Actually..." Tanaka looked over at his gymbag, then Pat "I was not
totally naked.  I was wearing something.  You remember what it was?"
flexing his hips, making his cock swell again and again "something round
and rubber.  You will put it on me.  Now O'Toole!" Pat remembered him
calling his brother that.  Now it was his turn.  Pat reached over and found
the ring still sticky from all that had happened so far.  For everywhere
that crimson brown dick had been already.  Before anyone caught his
momentum, he smeared the ring in a puddle of the green goo spilled in the
bottom of that bag and brought it to those scary big nads and tugged the
ring around them and was struggling to get that now stiff bone through the
ring as well before Tanaka felt the tingling.
	"No!" he struggled by before he could buck Pat off his knees, the
ring was tugged into place, Tanaka's cock now sticking straight up, as big
and thick as ever.
	"He was like that when he made us take turns sitting on this!"
smearing the residue along the underside of that wide splayed crown, so
thick Pat almost could not get his fingers around it.
	"Show... show... show us" the captain was beet red in the face, his
shirt more stained than not considering the cool empty room was almost
making Pat shiver.  But not from the temperature "how your brother..."
	"He was flat on his back, his dog dick pointing at the sky and then
he forced my brother to do... this..." Pat shifted forward until his
bruised reddened ass was hovering over that battering ram.  Before anyone
could say another word he reached beneath himself and brought that fat head
into his crack.  When it found his pucker he gave a deep breath and lowered
himself onto it, his already sore hole protesting as that fat hard flesh
again stretched his hole yet again, the green gel inflaming his already
tortured lining.  With a short bounce the full six plus inches were buried
deep in him, that tingling burning getting to his sensitive guts and when
his short bounces began to slam the thickness against his button inside
him, his cock could do nothing but start to lengthen and fill out.  The two
cops grunted their surprise, almost elbowing each other watching this show.
	"A-a-a-and..." the sergeant loosened a few more buttons on his
shirt, the cool room also making him get the red sweats "and he... I mean
he actually shot his load...?"
	"He made us..." Pat was bobbing up and down on that short bazooka
"take... ugh... take turns..." giving his cock a tug or two until it was
hard enough to get their attention "my and my brothers... each one until he
finally came... ugh... he blew his load."
	"That right?" the captain was rubbing himself openly now.  Between
seeing two guys actually fuck in real life, and even more amazing, seeing
something like a reaction from his totally straight sergeant, was enough to
make this afternoon worth it.  But the fun was only beginning.  He saw his
sargeant's eyes bugging, a thick knot caught in his throat, and knew he had
him! "you actually shot your load up their ass?"
	"Oh fuck oh fuck" Tanaka was again feeling a tight young ass
gripping his cock.  He wished it was just the two of them, somewhere quiet
and private, but if this is what he must do, then he had to do this.  Even
though he began to see this as far less disgusting as he thought when it
was first proposed to him.  He grabbed Pat's hips and began a hopeless
thrusting up into that hole already slimed with his semen and how many
other's he lost track.
	"You ever see shit like this before Sarg?"
	"N-n-no Carl—I mean Captain" if it was possible to turn redder
he did.  His fair skin was now totally blush red, his adam's apple bobbing
away like he was going to pass out any second.  But Pat made sure to notice
the sargeant's eyes returned again and again to Pat's cock bobbing
obscenely up and down on Tanaka's belly.  When Pat began to grind his ass
in circular motions, ignoring how lewd and blatant it appeared, he knew his
life – and his brother's – depended on how convincing he could make
this.  Pat reached behind himself and grabbed Tanaka's swollen purple
scrotum and began a rhythmic tickling and stroking of those turkey eggs.
Tanaka never knew what hit him; the room came back into focus slowly but
his cum was already deep inside Pat's less itchy ass.  It took all of maybe
seven minutes but now Pat was seven minutes down the road to total sex
craziness.
	"Okay now you believe me?" Pat raised himself off that deflating
cock.  As he did, a glob of the coach's cum dripped out of his gaping hole
"see?" twisting himself sideways so they could all see the white cum
marbled with the green goo "except last time he held shooting off long
enough to get maybe ten seconds inside my kid brother's ass."
	"That right?" captain Carl, was that his name? glared at Tanaka
"you fucking underage kids?"
	"We just saw that Captain!" the sargeant's eyes dared not meet his.
	"Cuff'm" the captain nodded at Tanaka.  Which is what he did.  Once
Tanaka was safely stowed away where he could not interfere, the captain
grabbed Pat's face, "you got off easy so far – "
	"Huh?"
	"Now your prick-tease kiddie game ends and the real deal begins" he
watched his sergeant return to where Pat knelt on the blanket, in a
headlock tight enough to make Pat gasp "okay sarg, you better go first
because when I'm through with him, he won't wanna come within ten miles of
another dick!"
	Pat felt a cold shiver run down his spine.  He knew he got his
brothers out of harms way, but like the older guy said, heroes get fucked.
And with Mike's coach cuffed half-way across the room, there was no one to
intervene if things got ugly.  And that captain had ugly smeared all over
his scowling face.
	"Huh, captain?  You want..."
	"It's what you want now sarg" the captain's face a shiny wet tomato
"time to let the kinky side out and run wild.  The kid here looks like he'd
do anything with anybody" at Pat "that right?"
	"Just say the word..." Pat knelt staring at the redhead's crotch,
stroking himself to let him know he meant it "stud.  You ever..."
	"I never did anything with..." looking at his captain, fear all
over his face.
	"Well time to cross that line... stud" even the captain's eyes
flicked up and down his sergeant's body "how about the kid strips – "
	"He's already" gulping and blushing.
	"Not me" Pat crawled forward "you" and his hand's were at the
younger guy's shirt.  At first he knocked Pat's hand away but with a grunt
from his captain he stood there looming over the naked kid, feeling his
shirt loosening and then hands rubbing his smooth muscled chest underneath
his t-shirt.  When Pat's hands and the sarg's nipples found each other, it
was over.  As Pat started on the belt buckle, the sergeant's hands were
tugging his shirt and t-shirt over his head fast.
	"Fuckin stud is right" the captain's hands were tugging off his own
shirt just as fast.  His eyes were not on Pat's naked submission but on all
that red flesh being uncovered.  As hairy and round as his own chest and
belly were, his sargeant's body was tight and muscular, small tufts of red
hair encircling each of those large and now protruding nipples.  When his
sargeant's pants and then boxers were yanked down by Pat's eager hands, his
long thickening bright red cock was exposed for a few seconds before Pat's
mouth swallowed it whole.  Neither one of them noticed the captain tugging
down his own pants, totally commando like that was regulation.  Or how his
wrinkled knobby square-headed uncut cock was already rising fast, the
foreskin's losing battle to keep that fat head covered, his eyes watching
that red-pubed sausage disappear behind the blond kid's head.
	"No!" he bellowed, his pants around his knees, his hairy cock
throbbing like crazy.
	"What?" his sergeant's eyes flew open, his first real blow-job
caught in mid-stroke.  The first thing his eyes took in was his captain's
eyes on his crotch.  The second thing he noticed a millisecond later was
the effect the sight was having on his naked captain.  He had never seen
him naked before, and never aroused like he was now.  And he never would
have believed what was getting him so aroused.
	"You! Kid!  Turn around!  On your feet and bend over" the captain
was gasping for air now.  As soon as he did, they both could see Pat's butt
was pressed back into his sargeant's bare crotch "you!  Red, do it!"
	"Carl?  You mean?"
	"Do it" and if the captain didn't jump in front of Pat, grabbing
Red by the shoulders and pulling him forward over Pat's back "right now.
Bury it in him!  Bury that hard red meat up his ass!"
	"But Car-Captain!" now that his bare hardon was pressing against
the kid's crack he lost his nerve.  Up to this point it had been something
like a game of chicken between the two.  But now that he could feel the
heat radiating up from that naked jock ass bent beneath him he did not dare
go through with it.
	"Do it!  That's an order!  Because when you shoot your cum in him
I'm gonna rip him in half with this!" and if he didn't grab Pat's head and
pull in into his crotch.  Pat gagged and choked but then something
impossible happened: Captain – Carl? – reached forward and grabbed
Red right around his steel bone.  He gasped feeling that hand encircle his
cock and tried to pull back but Carl's other hand was tight around Red's
shoulder and then when Red felt that warm shaking hand direct his
torpedo-shaped cockhead towards Pat's crack until it made contact with
something very slimy and puckering, Red groaned and felt that hand leave
his cock and pull his ass forward, Red felt his cockhead penetrate what
could only be the kid's lubed hole and that was it!  He grunted and his ass
muscles flexed and he broke through into something hotter and tighter and
more intense than he ever experienced with those bar-fly Friday-nite
one-offs he could count on one hand.
	"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck..." Red started slamming his muscled hips
into that grunting gasping blond high-school jock, all those hard ripped
muscles flexing and shiny red, his muscular hips going into autopilot as
that hot flesh was a perfect fit a tight hot glove around his long dick
feeling bigger and harder than he could ever remember, so much bigger than
those quick hook-ups too drunk to register it until he was blowing his cum
all over their saggy boobs both of them already making motions to clean up
and leave – but this was damn! then it hit him like a runaway truck!  He
was fucking a kid!  A guy!  And not only did he love it, the kid was not so
much suffering as actually groaning with what?  He was enjoying it?
	"Oh yeah oh fuck oh yeah, do it stud do it stud!" Carl was feeling
the kid's mouth on his flexing cock, his eyes all over Red's naked muscular
totally hot, totally lust-reddened body and Carl leaned forward and smashed
his face into Red's neck.  When Red's arm came around Carl's back and then
the two of them started to feel each other up, hands all over their backs,
their shoulders, their chests, Carl yanked his cock free of that hot mouth
but it was too late!  His cock exploded years of pent-up frustration all
over Pat's head and face.  And when Pat lifted a free hand to grab that
erupting cock and finished yanking his load all over his smooth tanned
back, Red gasped and no way he could stop himself from exploding his cum
deep inside that clenching ass.  Carl and Red held each other tight as they
drifted back to earth, the hot flesh between them little more than an
afterthought.


	Pat knew he had gone totally stupid to accept a ride home from
Mike's coach.  He told himself it was to repeat to Tanaka over and over
that Mike was now off limits.  Even if it meant Pat could be called upon at
a moment's notice to "reseal" their devil's bargain.  Pat made sure the guy
dropped him off several blocks from home, partly to make sure Tanaka was
not spotted in his neighborhood.  But more out of disgust and frustration
the coach would not tell him anymore about those two fake cops.  Because
when they let him go scott-free as soon as everyone was dressed, Pat knew
the whole fake thing had been staged.  And Pat was getting a better feeling
for the sexual energy and dynamics between guys now.  He was getting more
than an intuitive feel for situations where guys found themselves sinking
into the dangerous quicksand of previously forbidden or unimagined
guy-to-guy contact.  And Pat could read them like a book now.
	He approached his house dreading going through the door.  He knew
he reeked, the stench of sweat the least of his offenses against anyone who
did not have a horrible cold.  So when he came in the side door and found
his dad and two brothers already sitting in the kitchen, Pat knew he was
totally and completely fucked.
	"It's about time you got home!" their dad boomed at Pat "I suppose
– "
	"Sorry dad I had to – "
	"Well I don't want to hear about it" he continued "your brothers
already told me this story about how you – "
	"I told you" Sean chimed in "if it wasn't for Pat, those guys at
the mall would have – "
	"You told me you were going hiking."
	"We did" Mike shot Pat a look like: don't contradict us! "but then
we needed to get something to drink."
	"To eat" Sean contradicted him.
	"Both" Pat chimed it, signaling them he was on to their story "but
then these dudes from..."
	"Peoria" Mike blurted out.
	"Actually East Peoria" Pat corrected him "started pushing Sean
around threatening to – "
	"So why didn't you all leave at the same time?" their dad was
almost satisfied with the stories.
	"I was the decoy okay dad?"
	"The what?"
	"We ran one way, Pat the other – "
	"Luckily they tore after me" Pat lied "after all I'm the track
star, not a bowlegged wrestler, remember?"
	"Well it's still wrong – you should never have left your brother
in harm's way while you two cowards ran away."
	"I'm sorry dad" Sean whined, looking the innocent guilty angel
sporting red horns.
	"You're both grounded" their dad dismissed them "but I gotta talk
with Pat now.  You need an invitation?  Go!" all but pushing the two out of
the kitchen.
	Pat saw them edge out of the kitchen, panic on both their faces.
He shrugged and turned to face his executioner,
	"So...?"
	"So what do you know about Mike at school?"
	"Huh?  Mike?  What?"
	"Coach Kruisay called me an hour ago – "
	"Kruisay?  Oh no!"
	"What?  What do you know about – "
	"Nothing!  I mean..." Pat bit his lip, knowing he was exuding guilt
stink like crazy "okay, at school... I was..."
	"Well this time it's not about you, Patrick.  It's about Mike.  He
seems to be in some kind of a jam."
	"What?  What jam?" Pat felt the floor drop out.
	"I thought you could tell me" his father nailing him in his
headlights "you know what trouble Mike is in at school?"
	"Mike?  At school?  Trouble??"
	"You repeating me, but not answering me" his dad was all but
flairing his nostrils at Pat's stink "something about his coach Farbersten
and – "
	"Farbersten?" Pat felt the floor dropping out faster "but he's..."
deciding any information he contributed at this point would only make the
disaster worse.
	"Something about Mike having a scholarship hanging in the balance,
you know Kruisay was more than convincing me this morning..." seeing Pat's
eyes go wide at the mention of the morning "but the scholarship is in
jeopardy unless I meet with them tomorrow – "
	"What?  Sunday?  Tomorrow?"
	"Yeah very odd, so it must be serious" seeing Pat all but visibly
shaking "anything you want to tell me?  You know about this Patrick?"
	"I swear Mike is not in trouble!  At least not as far as anything I
know about!" Pat was grabbing the edge of the table to keep from sliding
into blackness "I swear dad, there's gotta be some kinda mistake.  Mike is
straight... A student, okay?  It's gotta be somebody else."
	"That's the same thing Kruisay said.  Unless we get this
straightened out, the scholarship just might possibly go to somebody else."
	"So what are you gonna do?" knowing his dad's answer could destroy
him.
	"What are WE gonna do, you mean."
	"Huh?  We?  What?"
	"You and me both gotta report to the school tomorrow at eleven.
Sharp!"
	"Me?  Why me?"
	"That's exactly what I wanted to hear from you now.  So...?"
	"I sweat dad, I don't know!"
	"Well then we find out tomorrow!  In the meantime not a word to
Mike okay?"
	"But he – "
	"I said not one word!  Unless you want to join those two being
grounded!"
	"Okay dad, okay not a word"
	"Now get out of here before your mom gets home.  You're stinking up
the whole kitchen!"