Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2014 16:26:24 -0600 From: mt <mtnuda@hotmail.com> Subject: Chapter 135 The Exam Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional events. It contains sexual acts involving males of high school age as well as older males, not to mention family members. There are scenes of involuntary humiliation and punishment, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. Now kid! You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy it to your hard's content. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com. AND IT MERITS REPEATING: NIFTY NEEDS YOUR SUPPORT! It takes a great deal of money and effort to keep all these stories coming your way so now's the time to send your financial support to Nifty; it would be very much appreciated by them especially during this season of holiday giving. These guys are doing a great job so show your support! (NOTE: This story involves a "prequel" regarding the O'Toole family and friends mentioned way way back in Chapter Ninety-Seven. Several readers expressed a burning need to hear 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 had to endure to bring him to that crossroads in the Great White North. That being said, we continue with the story from the O'Tooles this time Pat's brother Mike and friends! Chapter 135 Pat's night at the Y "How are you gonna get home Mike?" "Don't worry about me" Mike got out, letting Pat think he was in charge, even though their dad was always strict about letting anyone but Mike drive the car "just tell dad I had... um errands." "What kind of errands? Dad's gonna pump me with a thousand " "You'll think of something" Mike started to leave "you always do. You're the brains in the family remember?" "I owe you money right, for the brat's present?" "Yeah you'll owe me" and Mike headed off for the mall. Pat sat there watching Mike approach the entrance, almost expecting him to turn and wave or something, but then he lost him in the people coming and going. Pat started the car and thought about what he should do. Normally he'd head to Mack's but Mack was "busy-sorry" tonight which was a bit odd. Pat knew him well enough to know Mack was up to something, something he did not want Pat to know about right then and there. But they both knew Pat would find out about it sooner or later. He had planned to kill time with his brother at the mall and just do the "O'Toole Twins Strut" through the food court seeing who would notice them. But Mike told him he needed to solo this one, so that left Pat to do... suddenly he had this empty time slot on his hands and it was making him a bit crazy. He thought about heading downtown but with his luck some friend of his parents would spot the car joyriding around conspicuously and that made Pat turn left not right out of the mall entrance. He let the car drive itself for a few minutes before he realized his boredom would lead him to the Y. It was adjacent to and sharing parking with his high school but at this time of night it was not likely he would run into Kruisay or Farbersten or shudder! even Takata. But a few spins around the parking lot, just to make sure he would not be out of line he told himself. The third time around and the cars and trucks he had been hoping would not be there in fact were! Pat made a point of parking at the far side of the lot, past the Y entrance. Not that he expected them to be working out at the Y but if they were, Pat knew they would not dare do something crazy, not in front of all those strangers, not with witnesses. Male as well as female witnesses. Once inside he changed into his spare set of work-out clothes kept in his personal locker for the odd unscheduled workout. As he did he began a slow casual sweep of the locker room. But aside from one or two adults he had nodding acquaintance with, nobody was there to rattle his evening. Nothing seemed to be pinging his radar. In the Nautilus room he let his eyes sweep the room again, and again one or two "nodding dudes" but everything looked like a typical slow Friday evening. Only losers like himself, with no dates or real plans, were working out. Seeing the shoulders machine open he decided to start there. Then back, then feeling a bit negligent legs, which reminded him he had been putting too much emphasis on his shoulders all school year. When he felt his thighs groaning with weeks of neglect he did more arms. Then more shoulders. Yeah, he was in a rut, but doing the same familiar routines gave him time to think. Not that he was ignoring various guys looking at him like they knew him, or were just waiting for the exact moment to strike up a conversation, but Pat was running over and over in his head what had happened back at the warehouse. Or rather what he could remember of what had happened towards the end. Something about getting on the table with his dad and then how Pat's mouth and his dad's cock were connected like they were always meant to be, or like Pat always obsessed about. Then even more impossible feeling his dad's mouth on his cock and then... what? Like being told to count backwards from one hundred as the anesthetic flooded his system and making is as far as ninety-five and then waking up in the recovery room a week later. Or as Pat could remember it, coming to with Paco pouring cold water on him lying on that hard concrete floor. But what had happened in the... "You gonna use that?" a out-of-breath guy materialized in his face "or just sit there? I got a burn on I don't wanna " "Fuck... sorry" Pat vacated the machine and retrieved his towel, wiping down the seat. Pat headed for the water fountain, trying not to process how the dude was staring at Pat's crotch. Pat looked down and used the towel to make some adjustments, seeing how he was showing serious dick. Not hard, prow-forward, blatant dick, but enough to show if someone made a point of looking. He glanced at the clock and realized over an hour had gone by. This is getting to be a bad habit, he told himself and headed for the locker room. If he was going to haze out, he might as well do it somewhere a bit less public. Hell, he was here killing time, not killing himself with a massive workout, Pat reminded himself. He was not Mike; that was his obsessiveness. So he shucked his clothes and dropped them off in the dirty clothes bin and decided a quick sauna would be a good way to kill the last half-hour. Besides he needed to think. He opened the door, expecting the blast-furnace air to hit him but was a bit annoyed it was only moderately warm. He checked the thermostat, cranked it up a bit and threw some water on the rocks. They gave off that familiar, slightly stimulating hiss as Pat took a seat on the upper tier at the far end. He noted and nodded to one older guy sitting there in his towel, who woke up at Pat's arrival. He yawned and slowly made his exit, leaving Pat alone with his gnawing concerns. He felt the post-workout calm settle over him, but his brain would not stop running scenarios and tapes and conversations all trying to break through that cloud surrounding that gap from last night. He sat there almost nodding off, reminding himself it had only been the previous night! And even though he was a healthy i.e. horny teenager, all that sex, all of that impossible near-tortuous sex from all of twenty-four hours ago, should have left him limp and drained. He sat there concentrating on how sore his ass was and at the same time how the soreness was more of a itching throb rather than a stinging wound. He remembered in painful detail how big Paco's cock was and even bigger his neighbor Mister Guzman was, and either one of them should have done serious damage, even causing tearing and bleeding, especially the way he was positioned, unable to flex or adjust to the impalement. But something about having to be raped in front of his dad somehow twisted that scene from something horrible into something seriously and dangerously hot! And remembering how his body responded to that caused a sympathetic arousal in his bone as he sat there sweating. He should not even be thinking of getting horny for at least another week, what with everything he had done, not just last night but the whole crazy week! So why was he sitting here feeling his cock plumping in the heat like a cheap hot-dog, in spite of his confusion and concern? Damnit okay, Pat told himself, I can't make sense of what happened or is happening so I'm not gonna keep trying I can NOT worry about it any more. All I'm gonna do is just sit here and let happen whatever will happen. The more he sat there feeling all the post-workout pump fill his cock, the more he remembered all the times he used to sit in this same sauna just exhausted yet almost hopeful about anything or anyone that might walk through the door and The door opened and a silhouette began to materialize through the fogginess. Pat looked up a bit surprised how much steam had accumulated during his little nap. How long had he been asleep? Had he nodded off really? Just then the body grew clearer as he sat down three widths from him. "Damn O'Toole I thought that was you!" "Jensen shit like what t'fuck you doing here?" "Duh, same thing you are bonehead" Larry Jensen reached over to knock fists, making a point of not staring at the large lump Pat was successfully hiding under his refolded towel. "Thought you used the school facilities, like you like those better" Pat said to fill the weird awkward moment. "Yeah, useta... but..." Larry started working his foot over and around one spot on the wooden bench. Larry Jensen his wrestling teammate looking all bored and nervous in his own trademark way. "Things getting a bit..." Pat did not want to come out and say it. He suspected his teammate must have been drawn into at least one of those after-school "activities", right? He glanced sideways at Larry and started going down the list he mentioned to his dad last night. Bingo! Another forgotten bit from last night was retrieved from that damn fog. He remembered what he said to his dad about the selection process or rather his theories about it how certain guys were picked for inclusion in these increasingly triple-x rated activities. Guys with... how did he put it? guys with short fuses, big dicks or... a third thing he could not remember. So Larry there had the big dick or the short fuse? Pat knew Larry's body, having seen it a thousand times in the locker room and shower. He was a fit, muscular one sixty-five, but soft his dick was maybe four or five inches. Pat had never seen him hard. Nor did he ever really have the desire to. Not that Larry was ugly or obnoxious, but he was just what might be called vanilla, boy-next-door, average. Nothing about him would single him out for Kruisay's "activities". Unless Kruisay needed someone filling in the background. "Yeah um... y'know... I guess..." Larry was keeping his eyes on the floor "look O'Toole... um... I don't know like I should... um..." "It's cool Jensen hey remember we're teammates, right?" Pat wanted to reach over and bang his shoulder or something but could not imagine his reaction. If he somehow had bodily contact, real prolonged bodily contact with him, Pat suspected he could get a good reading of his thoughts "but um... why you think I " "Maybe it's not cool" looking like he was about to leave. "No chill. Sit" Pat tried to look non-threatening and casual "so like, you were..." "You sure? I mean it's..." "Why not Lester or Johnny or" smirking his best of three "the Wulf-man?" "Yeah right" Larry laughed and looked away "not it's... um something Sorin said " "Sorin? I thought he was " "Yeah he ain't around much lately. Like out-of-town trips or something." "So what'd Sorin said?" "Um..." Larry's foot got busy rubbing that spot again "like he let slip this comment like `hey you can't all be O'Toole's' or shit, okay?" "Where'd he say that?" "I kinda... I mean I don't really wanna " "Damn Larry no just lemme say, if by some chance that is connected with the shit been happening over there" nodding in the direction of their school "y'know like happening... after school? Like after the other guys are sent away? Then yeah, Sorin's saying shit he shouldn't " "So you really I mean he was talking I mean damn Tool tell me you really didn't " "I have hadda do some of those... hmm... after-hours... shows... okay? If that's what's eatin atcha, okay?" Larry's eyes bugged out for several reasons. He started to inch away from Pat but then decided that would be stupid. And mess him up. "Fuck NO, that's not what I mean no I was gonna... but..." Larry lied and stammered "I was gonna ask you if Sorin said anything to you about me " "Sorin again?" Pat was not liking what Larry was let slip "not Kruisay?" "Well... um..." Larry felt the sauna closing in around him "yeah, well him... uh too." "Like what?" "Dunno about" Larry's courage ran out "but um... you... you sayin I mean you serious? So what he was saying was true? O'Toole you serious admitting" Larry just shoved his hand in the fire "like you really did that after-school shit?" "What you know about that? You mean you sayin you didn't " but Larry's toe really went to work on that knot on the floor. "You... you did, huh?" "Yeah... yeah Jensen, and... more" Pat put it out there. Hell what could Larry do? Expose him to the rest of the team? Sorry, that boat done sailed. "Damn, of course... duh, you would have like they said" Larry sneaked a quick glance at Pat's crotch, making sure Pat saw the glance "with what you got packing it's no wonder. Man..." "Okay, yeah, there's that..." "Hell it's not like I got..." all but admitting what Pat suspected. Larry was not in the "hung stud" bucket. So then was he being singled out because he had a short fuse? "Look Jensen, I gotta ask did they make you " "What'd they make YOU do?" Larry cut him off, his face flushing red. And not from the heat. "You really want to know? Seriously, if you are seriously asking then " "Yeah... well... fuck..." dropping his gaze back to the floor "I guess I am yeah I'm asking" came out in a hoarse gasp. "Okay... um... you asked" and Pat heard that familiar nagging voice in his head say: lose the towel. Pat raised up to his feet, tugging the towel free. He made the gesture of mopping his face with it, unnecessary and a bit blatant. Especially when he set it back on the far-from-hot planks and resumed his seat. Naked and legs spread wide "okay well" turning to see Jensen's eyes returning again and again to his long and filling dick "well you were there when it started, when the first happened..." "Huh? Me? What?" "Jensen! Hello? Remember the practice afternoon when Dominic messed his singlet when " "That that... uh that really happened?" "Duh you were there, remember?" "But I thought he just I mean he really did? He really shot " "Yeah he really shot his load all over both of us okay?" "Damn" Larry had watched Pat remove that towel with many uncontrollable emotions. But watching that dick just grow and lengthen all by itself was more than he could keep his eyes from returning to again and again "for real?" "For real" Pat spread his thighs even wider "but that was just the beginning okay?" "M-m-more? There's more?" Larry's voice cracked, losing the battle to stare at the floor. "You want to know" no longer sounding like a question. "Y-y-yeah..." now Larry's concern was keeping his hands smashed into his lap. "Okay like you said what they were calling me the team Sorin Kruisay call their snide comments like Tool Stud Pat the Tool and all that shit, right? Well I don't know if I was the first serious doubt it okay? but very soon after that those `after school practices' started" Pat finger-quoted the phrase "and I won't tell you who I got paired with, but the whole idea was to see if I could repeat that with another, a different opponent. But it was more than getting him boned and shooting, like when the cameras came out " "C-c-cameras?" Larry almost swallowed his tongue. "Yeah, camcorders, still cameras the works. And they get me get us naked and showing major wood then blow-jobs then full out " "No! Not that!" "Yeah they wanted to see if any guys could take this" Pat grabbed himself and gave it a squeeze now that it was pointed right at Larry's forehead "but more important how many times I could shoot off when I wasn't the one doing the fucking and..." "You? No way? You'd let guys do that " "That's just for starters, okay? Because once they saw I was not going to run away screaming from those after hours practices then the really heavy shit started, okay?" "Like what, O'Toole?" Larry was bright red and huffing like a had run the whole way there "damn, shit, no I don't wanna know okay?" "Think you do" Pat nodded down at Larry's towel "tell me you ain't like super hard right now." "Damnit Toole!" Larry bit his lip "I ain't gay okay?" "No one is, Einstein, get the picture?" "Huh?" "They ain't looking for little gay middle-school wimps, okay? What they're looking for " "Don't care cause I ain't... y'know..." he rubbed circulation back into his face. As soon as he did he realized his mistake. They both could see what was tenting out his towel. All five hard inches were pushing up from his crotch "damn!" "You cum easy?" Pat was developing a hunch. "WHAT?" Larry's blotchy face spun to face Pat "what did you say?" "I asked you if you cum easily. Like Dom y'know, just a strong breeze and you're blowing your load and..." "None of your fuckin business! I don't know why I'm even " "Which brings up why you ARE here, Jensen. I mean we could both be getting all the workout we need over there" nodding in the general direction of their athletic wing a half-block away. "Why are YOU here?" "Cause I'm in no mood to run into Kruisay or Sorin or Tanaka or " "What about them?" "They ain't got you to do " "I ain't talkin about any of " "So instead like me you're hiding over here hoping nobody sees " "Something like that" Larry got up to leave. As he did his towel started to come untied but he quickly got it back around his tight muscular hips. But not before flashing Pat his serious stiffie. "Wait don't leave! I'm serious Jensen, sit!" "Why? You already saw how..." barely nodding down at himself. "Big deal okay? So you throw a bone in the Y sauna big de" and then it hit him. Suddenly an image came to Pat from last night, when he was tied down barely able to twist his head to see the screen but like a bolt of blue he remembered the video on the screen of Larry in this very sauna with Pat's dad's enemy or friend Steve, the two of them "holy shit!" "What?" a few steps closer to the door. "Wait! Seriously sit! We gotta talk okay?" "About you and your " "No! You... about you here... maybe a few years ago. You were in like what, ninth grade?" "Huh? What the fuck you getting at?" "Sit please! Jensen! Larry, it's important!" "What is...?" "Just because you and Steve were playing with each other's hardons in here years ago you were young he was the one who " "I don't know what you're talkin " "That's it isn't it? Damnit Jensen" Pat suddenly remembered the third category of guys caught in their web "they're like blackmailing you to do what? Show that video of you and Steve " "Who's Steve?" "That tattooed guy you were jacking off with in here several years back and " "How the FUCK YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT!?!?! Kruisay promised " "Bingo! He promised that little video would stay a secret if you did what he wanted right? If you played ball and " "No one was supposed shit!" Larry realized he had totally outed himself to Pat and now he was totally screwed "damnit O'Toole I don't know what you saw or heard or think you saw but " "No way no how I would ever say a word to anyone, we clear Jensen?" "Yeah right!" "We are teammates damnit!" Pat stood up, naked and hard and started shaking Larry's shoulders. Hard. "You're lying right? You never saw " "They Kruisay has a tape of you and that older tattooed guy his name's Steve by the way" and a friend or something with some history with my dad to boot, he almost said "and yeah I saw it the camera was about" looking into the corner woodwork "right there" Pat stood up, his hardon swinging like crazy "no, they boarded it up since then I'm guessing" hoping they were not being filmed at this moment. Pat swept his gaze around the room, counting the knot-holes everywhere "and like you two were not the only dudes to exchange secret handjobs in here okay?" "You really saw it? Damnit Toole cause if you're lying " "He was sitting about here, and you were right about... here" Pat plopped down almost in Larry's lap. As he did, as his hip slammed into Larry's, Pat's brain began flooding with images of his teammate's pent-up shame and terror. All the years he dreaded someone he knew finding out about one afternoon of horny weakness and then when Kruisay kept him after practice, and the two wrestled, and Larry got an unmistakeable erection and "damn Jensen, Kruisay's been threatening to tell your dad about that huh?" "How did you did he say that to you?" "No you just did" Pat shook his head "I mean you implied like who's the guy who you would least want to know, right?" "Well like the whole team, for starters" again Larry outed himself "shit I mean..." "Your secret's cool with me, okay Jensen?" knocking fists "I mean if you still have any secrets from them." "What's that mean?" "Okay so Kruisay got you to stay late huh?" "M-m-maybe..." "Next it was wrestling with... who?" Pat knew exactly but didn't want him any more freaked "both of you wrestling, then out of the singlets, then hard..." "How you know this shit?" "Because that's how they make everyone" nailing him in his gaze "you hear me everyone! The whole team!" "No way guys like... your friend Mack for one or..." Larry's eyes went wide "yeah right Wulf-man!" and they both laughed, then Larry's eyes bugged "no way Wall-O!" "Who's Wall-O?" Pat's ears perked up. "He's like senior Varsity and...and big and mean as a..." Larry rolled his eyes "a real mutherfucker!" "Yeah some seniors are real animals, muscles and attitude" like my musclehead brother, Pat thought. Thinking about them and last Saturday and everything else was just more blood pumping into his cock. Pat gave it a tug and shrugged. "Um..." Larry looked at the floor, then Pat's hardon back to floor back to Pat's tug "um..." "Um what?" "Would I mean can you " "Can I what?" Pat knowing the answer. "Um I mean I ain't gay but " "Do what Jensen?" "Do um... that... do that again..." "What?" Pat jacked himself once or twice "what this?" feeling how sensitive his numb overused cock still could be if the situation was right. Playing with his dick in his bedroom used to be a daily demand; but jacking off in front of one of his straight teammates straight and hot to watch was seriously getting to Pat at that moment. "Um... yeah..." "You want me to jack?" off for you to get you off? "Um..." Larry looked like he wanted to curl into a ball. "Okay..." like Pat would turn down an opportunity to show off his cock, like he was ashamed of any display any more. Like after all that had happened. He started a slow squeezing up and down the serious length. "Wow..." Larry turned to face Pat "like man..." "Dude you've seen my dick like a million times, okay?" "But not like this, not hard and..." "You want me to keep going?" "Y-y-yeah..." Larry was failing to keep his paws away from his own hardon. "Okay if I keep going then you gotta not freak to let me do this" and Pat reached over with his free hand and pulled something hard and tubular from beneath Larry's towel. "No..." Larry struggled to get Pat's hand away from his six inches of cut meat. "What? You cum easily?" Pat suspected his teammate was in Category Two right away. "Shit I wish! Fuck just the opposite" slowly giving up the fight as his towel came open. Pat's hand encircled the stiff hard cock, no longer hidden in his brown pubes, the shield of his head looking like it was defending Larry's tightened balls from a frontal assault. Now that his hand was around Larry's cock it no longer looked or felt so "average" at all. In fact Pat thought it would be the perfect size to... "Huh?" "The opposite" Larry's hand was on his cock as well, Pat's now rubbing and massaging those balls ticklish with hairs "I get hard for no reason, like all the time, okay? Like at all the wrong times, okay?" something he would never have admitted even five minutes earlier "like I look at I mean just for no reason at things that are not even I mean guys I mean anybody and bang! I'm hard! A lot! Like the last few weeks it keeps getting worse! And the worst part is I stay hard like for hours no matter how much I jack it" showing Pat exactly what he meant "takes like hours for me to finally cum. I hate it!" "You crazy? You're like the mega-stud then! Girls would line up if word got out about " "They want something like this" and if Larry's hand didn't wrap itself around Pat's enormous tool next "not puny dick like mine." "This ain't puny" there they sat, their hands on each other's cock, more measuring and appreciating the other's equipment than actually jacking away "and if you can fuck for hours without shooting off, you have any idea how in demand you would be?" "Yeah right!" "Seriously! I bet Kruisay went nuts when he realized your cock could " "But I'm totally not into fucking guys" Larry froze "shit I mean " "Bingo!" Pat slugged him in the shoulder "Kruisay had you slamming this into..." Pat kept that unspoken "over and over huh? You must have made several after-school appearances once he realized your talent, huh?" "But I ain't gay, okay?" his hand never leaving Pat's cock. "You don't haveta be okay?" Pat spit into his hand and started giving that steel-hard bone a good polishing, watching it redden the more it got shiny "that's not Kruisay's game, okay?" "Then what is his game?!?!?" their two hands working each other's cocks oblivious to their exposed situation until Pat felt a sudden cooling of the air. They both froze when they heard someone clearing their throat and slowly appear through the thin fog! "Damn shit what you huh what?" from all three of them. Pat recognized the tattoos even before his brain could process the face. "Steve!" from Pat. "NO!" from Larry. "Well ain't this cozy" from Steve as he made a point of placing his towel-wrapped butt between the two of them "yeah shoulda figured you two boys know each other" a small snide laugh escaping him. "Ain't like that!" Larry had his towel around him, almost hiding his erection and was on his feet starting to leave. "You're staying." "Like hell I am!" "Tell your little fuck-buddy he's staying or " Steve was big but not enough to threaten Pat. Larry maybe, but Pat knew this guy inside out, literally. "He already knows about the tape, I told him" Pat called his bluff. Right now his concern was Larry who was actually shaking he was that freaked. "What? You passing out copies of me doing you and your dad?" Steve laughed his tough-guy laugh. He caught two teenage kids doing sex shit in a public place and boy was he going to exploit it to the max. And the fact that he just plugged this one kid not twenty-four hours ago did not make it any less of a conquest. If he played his cards right, there would be two underage kids riding his stiffening cock before this night was through "damn O'Toole you want this whole town to find out " "What did he say?" Larry almost coughed out. "They already do" Pat stepped up to his dad's former teammate or enemy "and no that's not the tape I'm talking about." "What? You make a habit of filming yourself getting dicked?" "Remember Steve you are in the same boat" Pat flashed a quick signal to Larry for him to stay "hey remember you're the one fucking some sixteen year old " "Hey they said you were " "They lied okay?" seeing Steve knocked off his game "and right now those guys got you by the balls, ain't that right, huh Steve?" "Bullshit!" "So what'd they promise you? Money? Sex? What?" "Ain't none of your business" but Steve was looking around the room as the steam started to build up again. It was still too slow and too cool for Pat's taste. "That camera ain't there no more" Pat pointed at the refinished woodwork "but can't say they don't have others now, okay?" "And you two still messing around in here?" "Same reason you came in here tonight" Pat noticed Larry's exit was stalling, too busy taking in their exchange "even though you drained your balls several times last night." "And you!" Steve could play this same game "how many dicks you gotta take up the ass before you get enough, huh?" "One way to find out" and there went Pat's towel. "Okay you two" Larry's towel was retightened "if you two gonna get into it, I'm outa here." "Wait stay!" Pat threw his towel on the upper shelf "ain't like that. Even I'm not stupid enough to get into that kinda shit in here" seeing Steve trying to hide his disappointment "even if it weren't bugged." "It really bugged in here?" "Hell no!" Pat straightened out his towel and re-took his seat "just fucking with you. But remember they are holding that tape of you two in here from what? Two three years ago? And then Larry back there was young underaged enough to get you " "Okay okay you made your point" looking around to see Larry half-hidden "don't forget you came onto me kid!" "Even if he did" Pat waved Larry over, so he could sit on Pat's far side. After a long hesitation Larry sat down, going the long way around Steve "that still makes for blackmail material against " "You threatening to " "Not me, Einstein! Them!" Pat could see the looks between him and Larry, strong enough to keep them both from bolting "yeah okay maybe last night was not enough to throw you in jail but what they got on you and Larry here..." "Okay okay you made your point okay?" "Um... last night?" Larry tried to give Steve a knowing stare, but all it did was get Steve to sit down. He took the the lower bench between them, his heavily inked shoulders rubbing into both their legs. "Yeah you probably don't want your fuck-buddy " "We ain't fuck buddies " Larry cut in fast. "Okay so tell him what DID happen last night" Pat called his bluff "from what you can remember" getting to central issue for him. Because once this guy materialized in the room tonight, Pat realized it was too good to be true. He was hoping Steve might fill him in on what happened after things got all weird and blurry. "Oh I remember the whole sick shit!" "Like?" "You sure you want him to hear about " "I can handle it" Pat looked at Larry "but not so sure about you Lar. You gotta decide." "Can't be worse than... y'know" whispering: school. "There's the door if things get too graphic for either of you" Steve twisted backwards so he could gauge their expressions. "Go on..." Pat made a point of spreading his legs, his bare crotch within inches of Steve's head "I wann heart this, but what about you Lar?" "Maybe..." which Pat heard as you bet. "Okay but..." "Oh now big O'Toole's getting second thoughts huh?" "No but one ground rule..." "What? It don't leave this room?" "Nope that train already left the station" ignoring Larry's shiver "nope. Rule one is " "No rules" from Steve, again in tough-guy mode. "Okay but the rule is I wanna hear all of it okay? Okay so you were telling us about last night" Pat nodded at Larry "dude you really sure about this? You gonna like never see me the same way again okay?" knocking Steve's shoulder with his knee "go on." "Fine your funeral" and Steve tugged his towel off and folded it next to him. Pat finally got a chance to scrutinize every inch of that guy, seeing the tattoos covering his shoulders and arms. What Pat had not noticed before was even his crotch yeah even his cock! had inked designs snaking around and over it. Pat made a point of ignoring Steve's smart-aleck looks as he finally had a chance to scrutinize the body and that cock that completely owned him last night. That inked dick sure felt bigger last night than it looked just now. Even with him stroking it oblivious to his surroundings. He was not bigger than Pat but he was the adult and his adult dick ruled, he told himself. And having two kids all but drooling over him, including one whose ass he took the night before, was the drug coursing through his veins at that moment. He gave Pat his meanest look "but no interruptions! You just sit there and suffer the consequences got it?" but the two were silent. Quick learners, he chuckled to himself "okay last night outa the blue I get a call from O'Toole's kid here " "Huh? You mean Pat called you? How you two know " "I said no interruptions remember? Next time someone interrupts it's gonna cost them, we clear?" again sound of nodding behind him "okay so young O'Toole calls me like I had not heard from you for like it'd been weeks since I saw your little stoke-and-stroke show here at the Y, yeah I had a hunch you were Mike's kid but I wasn't gonna blow a good thing, right? So yeah we exchanged phone numbers like I forgot to give you a fake number, yeah big stupid I admit okay? So out of the blue Pat here calls me all desperate to hook up and I was a super curious what it was all about and why he sounded so out-of-breath desperate he tells me to meet him down by the river at this warehouse sounds like a big pimp-out set-up y'ask me and sure enough I get there and Mister Hot-to-Trot is not even there and I try some doors they're all locked okay? So that's when I knew it was a big pile of horseshit and before the black-and-whites show I'm leaving and just as I'm about to get my ass outa there like I'm driving off and suddenly right in my spotlights I see boner boy here naked " "In the parking lot? Naked?" Larry looked at Pat like he was suddenly a two-headed alien "what?" "Yeah right in the middle of the parking lot right in my headlights he's waving his arms like he's flagging me down, right?" Steve looked upwards at Pat but he shrugged his shoulders like it was no biggie "and I warned you no interruptions so it's gonna cost you that towel hand it over!" "But " "Right here" Steve held out his hand. After some grumbling and pointless looks to Pat to intercede he lifted up and tugged it free, finally handing it to Steve who tucked it under his own ass "okay so here's boner boy waving and yelling at me out in the open like so I guess maybe he really did want me to show up and get into more sex shit with him so I follow him back to that warehouse door but it's locked. Again. Just as I'm about to beat some answers outa boner boy here some dude with a thick accent " "Not Kruisay!" Larry felt his guts go flip-flop imagining the impossible; thinking Kruisay's evil reach extending all over their no-longer-boring town. "Yeah Kruisay" Pat shook his head "like who else you think is behind all this?" "Don't tell me he's there too!" "Hey who's telling this story?" Steve pointed at Pat's towel and snapped his fingers "do it boner boy" like Pat did not have it open already just letting his junk hang there "and you!" twisting his head to catch Larry in his gaze "don't jack it, just hold his cock, you get me?" "But..." "Do it!" which is what Larry did after Pat's towel was also down under Steve's butt and his legs spread making it clear it was not a big deal like Larry knew it was. Larry barely had two fingers wrapped around that dangling tube when Steve continued, "Yeah mister blackmail asshole himself okay? He's talking over the intercom and the bastard wants me to strip like totally showing ass okay right there out in the open before he's gonna hit the buzzer and let us in okay? Of course I tell him to get fucked ain't happening when I hear a car coming into the parking lot at the far end but closing in fast and with my luck it'll be right in front of us in maybe ten seconds okay? Like I got a big choice like I really want cops catching me with this naked kid in the middle of this nowhere right so like an idiot I'm outa my shit in seconds flat and just as the car lights turn and catch us in the crosshairs the damn door buzzes and we are through the door like a flash okay?" "Did they see you?" "Don't think so at least I... well that's later, and for interrupting..." Steve's two thick hands reached behind him and grabbed each of their calves, then it was their knees and then without turning, his big calloused hands were working up their damp slippery thighs until he was tickling their nads. Pat knew better than to flinch or squawk but Larry was jumping and yelping until Pat convinced him to knock it off "yeah two horny kids naked kids on top of it sweaty and just gonna sit there and let me feel them up. Yeah this is just up my alley" his hands rubbing and massaging their two ballsacs until he felt Pat's balls start to crinkle and tighten. As he could feel with his wandering fingers, that foot-long was no longer dangling over his nuts but sticking straight up thanks to Larry's grabbing, leaving his balls at the mercy of Steve's rough yanks and tugs. Larry's less gargantuan cock was still hanging forward but growing more rubbery with each of Steve's pokes and rubs "got you by the balls, huh? In more ways than one ain't that right? So before you ask me what happened next I'll tell you. At least before O'Toole here blows his juice all over my hand, huh? So boner boy here is leading me down this hall in this warehouse right? And it's like super hot inside like the heating is on full blast or some shit and then bammo! There they are! In this big open room with this huge wide-screen TV against the whole back wall and like the biggest sex stage you could imagine but the hottest shit the best part was his dad Mike O'Toole like not only is he there and part of this sick shit but he's like full out bare-assed naked! And not only naked he's tied up hanging from the rafters hanging there like totally full out boned! The stud is hanging there and with cum and what else smeared all over his body " "What? Pat? Your dad? Your dad was there too? Him and Steve here both?" and those balls were suddenly real free to Steve's massaging as his cock started throbbing and lifting fast. "Pat your fuck bud here just don't learn do he?" this time Steve half-turned to face the two naked teens "okay let's see those rods teen hard I mean steel hard aching to blow now you two give those dicks some serious jacking, you hear me?" "But we're in the open here!" Larry was panicking "somebody might walk in here and " like it was that weak afternoon all over again. And if he got blackmailed for that, he could only dread what this might lead to. "I already did or you forgetting that? Okay boys those dicks hard and shiny slick with spit and pointing at the ceiling! Do it!" like Pat's wasn't already. And with Pat's re-moistened hand Larry's was up and fully hard fast enough Pat started to think Larry's condition was for real "yeah that's what I walked in on. Ain't that a sight to make any dude's cock throb... where was I? Oh yeah..." and if Steve didn't stay on his knees facing the two so that all three crotches were at the same level "oh yeah, Pat's dad here like hanging there like a slab of prime grade-A beef, totally bone-out naked and just dripping in sweat and damn I know what cum smells like okay? But it gets worse! Like there are two other guys there too" Steve was not even jacking himself, just rubbing his crotch against their knees first one then the other, feeling their warm flesh rubbing his cock back and forth, letting it swell and thicken in its own sweet time "yeah as if Pat having his dad in on his sex shit these two other guys were there as well" seeing Pat hushing Larry from interrupting "like first this high school or college dude big black kid totally muscled out like scary steroid big and the cock on him! Damn if that wasn't intimidating enough there was his dad " "Uncle. Paco's uncle Otis" Pat had to before Larry earned yet another penalty. When Steve pointed down at his cock, expecting Pat to jack him next, all three were surprised when Pat leaned forward and started sucking Larry's hardon! "Wow!" Steve sent a panicked look at the door but so far no one was busting up their little sex party. Which was strange for a Friday night at this time. Steve felt his cock responding fast to this unexpected development, and when Pat leaned back to catch his breath, there was Steve's eight inches of uncut adult meat for a beet-red gasping Larry to take in next "okay don't get all crazy, you've seen my dick before. Hell you even jacked me off in here remember? But real cock-sucking, well that's a first for this place I'm hoping..." The look that passed between Larry and Pat was priceless, like Larry had the veil lifted and suddenly saw Pat in a whole new light. And it did nothing to unkink his boner. Not in the least. But having Pat, big-dicked school stud Pat, actually just lean over and swallow his bone was a major shocker for Larry. Like Pat thought HE was the stud not vice versa. And if there was one thing Larry got off on it was someone sucking him. Not that he had a lot of experience with something so... well gay! But lately having to trade blow jobs and even being forced to shove his eternal hardon into guy's asses was so far beyond his imagination it was keeping him awake at night, tossing and turning and seeing his life fly into a thousand pieces. He wondered if someone would have the patience or whatever to actually suck his cock longer than the few seconds it took for the camera to capture the incriminating moment. Someone actually doing it long and hard enough to make him shoot. But no way was there someone who would suck him for hours and hours until his damn cock would actually cum! But the way Pat was going down on him like Pat thought his cock was serious, well Larry sure wanted to find out if Pat could or would do such a totally messed-up thing. "Okay so all these naked dudes in the room so I woulda had to be complete idiot not to realize I just stumbled into some serious sex party or shit, right? I shoulda turned tail and got outa there right then cause damn we're talking about all guys here okay? Like totally gay shit and more than just gay shit but serious kinky like dungeon stuff's going on. Like I'm gonna stick around until I'm suddenly grabbing my ankles and having some black monster cock rip me a new shithole, right?" expecting to see Larry's cock lose some of its hard at the thought, but not "and then there's this laptop which was how Kruisay was feeding his orders to the group because it wasn't like a bunch of horny dudes doing everything and anything to each other no. It was Kruisay sitting somewhere across town jacking off to what he was making these guys do, and did I tell you about cameras everywhere? Filming all of this? So that's the picture of what I stumbled into last night, like before I got there they had boner boy here, they had you" and if Steve didn't reach out and start giving that hard tube several long slow strokes "tied down actually getting fucked by that musclehead right in front of your dad, huh?" "Yeah, basically" Pat looked at Larry still bright red and not breathing too well. "He gotta do a penalty now!" Larry gasped: and make him suck me some more! "Actually you both do" Steve was opening jacking himself inches from the two "okay you" pointing at Larry "spread your knees wide..." "Huh? Why? What???" "Just do it okay?" Pat almost muzzled him. They both watched in growing alarm as Steve spat into his hand and then started rubbing his slimed fingers beneath Larry's balls until they found their target. He ignored the whimper and gasp from him as he tried to close his legs before it happened. "And your penalty is to keep that cock on the kid busy... keep him distracted... with your mouth." "No..." Larry groaned but thinking: yes! But whether it went from feeling an actual mouth on his cock again or one thick middle finger start to invade his most nasty part of his body, Steve did not care. "Okay that keeps one mouth busy now any more interruptions and it's your mouth gonna be full of dick, we clear?" but all Larry could do was grunt oh-oh-oh in time to Pat's bobbing on his cock and Steve's finger slowly making its invasion past his tight ring. The mouth on his swollen rock-hard boner was pure heaven but the finger jamming into his asshole was pure... well it started like hell but the more it probed and the more he shifted his weight to adjust to it, the more it was some weird pressure mixed with... "Well I won't bore you with the extra window dressing but Kruisay on that laptop there next wants to see Pat tied down on that leather horse again and this time it ain't that black musclehead kid plowing Pat's ass he wants ME doing it. But if there's one thing worse than being tied to the rafters seeing your own kid getting his ass plowed it's being free to get in on your kid's rape, like doing it too, okay? Like I'm making Pat's dad push my cock in until it hits paydirt and him getting jacked in the process, like this is hot enough for him to be blowing his load right where the pedal hits the metal, y'get my " "Ugh ugh..." Larry started thrusting his hips up into Pat's mouth. He told himself it was to get away from that finger in him, but actually it was to keep it away from that weird zinging button deep inside his hole that was having the oddest reaction to being opened up in such an uncomfortable situation. Like it was the most impossible feeling in the most impossible setting! And with O'Toole sitting not two feet away and what his mouth and hand were doing to his cock! "No don't let him cum yet" Steve yanked Pat backwards "not out in the open like this!" turning around and removing that finger in the process. Larry let out a loud gasp as Larry took his seat like before "man you two! Maybe we call a break better cool down and" and before anyone could cover themselves the door flew wide open and a young round body materialized in front of them! "Pat!" "Mack!"