Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 17:46:55 -0600
From: mt <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam Chapter 136

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.
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(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 136
Pat's night at the Y
continued


"Well I won't bore you with the extra window dressing" Steve had them in
his crosshairs now.  He could see Larry was about to blow his load down
Pat's throat but Steve's finger deep in Larry's butt was going to have the
final say here.  Even if they were all butt naked in the Y sauna and anyone
could bust in on them any second "and yeah there's Kruisay on that laptop
there and next wants to see Pat here tied down on that leather horse again
and this time it ain't that black musclehead kid plowing Pat's ass is it
Pat?  Nope this time Kruisay he wants ME doing it.  But if there's one
thing worse than being tied to the rafters like Mike senior was, 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 get me hard,
ain't that right Pat?  And when it's poking at Pat's hole I make his own
dad push my cock in until it hits paydirt and the big stud he's getting
jacked in the process, like this is such a turn-on 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 slammed his butt down 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!"
	"LARRY?!?!"
	"MACK?!?!" they yelled and screamed at each other until Steve stood
up and grabbed Mack's shoulders.  He let his tattooed muscles do the rest.
	"What the hell's the big idea bursting in here and – "
	"It's cool we know him" Pat got down to the floor and forced
himself between the two.  He thought the heat radiating off Steve's naked
bod was intense; Mack was practically broiling! "chill okay? Mack
whatdafuck you doin –"
	"Pat Pat I gotta TALK to you NOW!  Seriously this is – "
	"So what's the big panic?" because Pat could see Mack was gasping
for air, sweat pouring off him looking pasty-white and beet red all
together like he had seen a whole shipful of aliens raygunning their way
through the Y "is the place on fire or – "
	"Worse!  I gotta talk – "
	"Not here!" all but dragging him towards the door.
	"You know Larry, and this inked bruiser is Steve and they know all
about the shit's been – "
	"But NOT!  THIS!" Mack was gasping and choking, Pat forced him to
sit "your brother – "
	"Sean???"
	"No MIKE!"
	"What about him?"
	"He was they were Kruisay I mean and Tanaka and – " came
babbling out.
	"What who where?" but Pat was coloring in the missing parts fast
"in the school gym?"
	"No yes I mean – "
	"Damnit you weren't up in the" looking at the other two, realizing
it would not be smart to spill Mack's secret spy place "what did you see?"
	"It was like – Pat I gotta talk to you – "
	"Mack trust me okay?  These guys – "
	"It was like that time with you and –"
	"What who?" from too many voices, loud voices all at once.
	"Y'know the big guy big senior mohawk?  After school?"
	"Humdog?"
	"Name ain't humdog it's Wall-O Wilson your brother's rival serious
shit all of them this big brown musclebound guy from Central – "
	"Not Paco!" Steve edged Pat out by a half-second.
	"And this bigger blacker dude former pro football I think" not
waiting for them to say they knew him as well, because even this much was
really freaking out Mack big time "all of them in this big sex dog-pile and
like the time you and Humdog-Wall-O you got all hazy and foggy and shit but
this time they were like glowing and VIBRATING! and – "
	"Y'mean like some blue-green light pulsing off their – "
	"What THE FUCK!?!" Mack beating out Pat by a half-second.
	"Don't you remember Pat?  You were there last night when it – "
Steve was freaking.  Freaking he did see what he saw.  Freaking Pat was
looking at him like he sprouted a second head.  And really freaking it was
happening again!
	"You KNOW ABOUT THIS?" Mack grabbed Pat "I thought I was gonna be
blown up they were – "
	"Don't you remember what happened when you and everyone you and
your dad were doing each other on the table – " Steve thought he had
been having some drug reaction to those sports drinks last night but this
was different!  Somebody else saw the same shit somewhere completely
different?!?!?
	"You were what?" Larry beating Mack out by a – no it was a loud
tie.
	"I kinda remember getting onto this table but then..." Pat reminded
himself he had come here tonight to sort out his jumbled broken fragments
of memories but this?  THIS?  This was way more than he expected.  He
vaguely remembered when he and that Humdog or whatever his name was, the
two of them getting all foggy and blurring together but blue lights?
Vibrating?  What the fuck were these guys babbling about?  Was the whole
town going totally fucking nuts?
	"Damn you don't remember do you?  You were passed out and that Paco
dude – " Steve started.
	"Paco!  Yeah, musclehead from Central that's the SAME GUY!" Mack
was slowly putting it together and what he saw he did not like.
	"Remember him almost drowning you in cold water to get you to come
to?"
	"That's the first thing I DO remember after getting up on the table
and..."
	"You and... your... DAD?" Mack had to grab onto something solid
before he sank into a sinkhole of craziness "you and your dad were having
sex like doing shit?  Like what, sucking each other?"
	"Sorry this is way too much for me" Larry grabbed his towel –
well someone's towel – and started wrapping it around himself and
barreling for the door.  He was just about to push it open when the door
smashed into him and a wall of black flesh blocked the entire opening, his
half-naked flesh taking up the full width!  Those shoulders were actually
touching both jambs stopping Larry in his tracks.
	"You ain't goin nowhere kid!" because there stood the largest
meanest most scary-tough wall of angry bulldozer Larry had even seen.  Even
someone a third of his size would have caused him to piss himself or run or
both!  But this guy was so huge Larry just froze "now!  Get back there!"
	Mo guided (he would say) or manhandled (Larry would say) him back
into the steam until they all stood in a large knot in the back.
	"So WHAT is WAY too MUCH for you?" Mo steered or guided Larry onto
his ass, looking at the other three.  Three kids and one adult.  In a
sauna.  With quickly covered crotches.  Mo – or rather his cock – was
registering serious sex vibes illegal to boot "too much to cause that"
pointing that fat finger almost touching his "dick to bone?"
      "Huh?" was the best Larry could make his mouth produce.  He looked
down at that finger homing in on his junk and almost lost it.
	"I'm thinking YOU'RE the leader of this little SEX ring" Mo's wide
face swung around.
	"Huh who me?" Mack almost swallowed his tongue.
	"Yeah you!" Mo grabbed both of those wide shoulders "sit!" which is
what Mack did with a forceful shove and grunt.  He landed on the lower
bench with a loud wet slap.
	"You!" grabbing one of Larry's tight biceps hard enough to yank him
to his feet making him wince in the process "start collecting towels!"
	"Huh what, but?"
	"You deaf too?  Towels!  All of them!  Now!" Mo bellowed loud
enough Steve feared they could hear him way out in the locker room.  Like
the entire locker room was on high alert now "every last one.  Ain't wantin
no one thinkin they can just slip outa here if it's gets... too much"
seeing Larry just stand there "now!"
	"I dunno about" but Mack and then Pat handed him their towels,
leaving them sitting there butt-ass naked, their thighs almost touching.
When Steve went closer to Steve, someone got pissed,
	"Look I don't know who you are or what the fuck you think – "
and if Mo didn't lift him off his feet with one hand until he had his
wrists twisted behind his back.
	"Looks like we got ourselves one real tough dude here huh?" yanking
Steve's towel off him with his free hand "all these tats look like you
spent some time in – "
	"No I no I never – "
	"Here and I thought you were this big tough payroll-ee!  Now you
telling me you ain't huh?" taking in his hairy muscled body, seeing the
tats especially those on his cock "sayin y'jus accidental like lookin the
part huh?"
	"Lemme go!"
	"Sit!" Bo ordered and all but threw him onto his butt.  During all
of this Larry scuttled around their feet grabbing Steve's towel, dodging
their fight and getting splattered with their sweat, ordering his cock to
go down.  When he made a soggy pile half-way towards the door, he hid
towards the back his hands covering himself, seeing his teammates trying to
do the same.  But he didn't see them trying to cover their arousal like he
was.  It was so bad he could still feel that finger up his butt and that
mouth – damn it!  He never felt more naked or vulnerable in his short
life.  He tried to inch away from them when Mo turned and caught him in his
brights "you forgettin something?"
	"Huh what?"
	"Thought I told you to get the towels!  ALL of them" and if Mo
didn't give the slightest darkest nod down at himself "now!"
	"But..."
	"Do it!" making Larry come within striking distance of that huge
hulking menace, his fists dwarfing Larry's whole body.  Larry just knew
deep down in his bones if he tried anything even remotely resembling
touching that huge dude below the waist he would be waking up in the ER!
If he ever woke up again!  The seconds began a slow ticking waiting for
Larry to do something.  Knowing it was the last thing he would ever do he
stepped towards Mo.  Instead of bracing for the punch he knew was coming Mo
grabbed his hand and shoved it onto his towel!  Right where Larry could not
help but feel something too large and too long hanging way way down
"gotcha!"
	Larry gave Pat a total panicked look as he barely touched the top
of the towel and gave it the slowest pull.  It came away from that slightly
furred belly and there Mo stood, naked and shiny with sweat in the barely
warm sauna.  All eyes were all over that flesh, some lingering too long on
what was hanging there between those massive thighs.
	"Now nobody ain't got nothing t'hide y'hear what I'm sayin?" Mo
sized up the group "and you!  You were sayin..."
	"Who me?" Larry wanted none of this.  He got panicky when Kruisay
was barking orders at him; this guy was ten times worse "look I was just
leaving – "
	"You'z just staying!" Mo growled "by the way y'can't stop ogling my
dick I wouldn't want – "
	"I ain't!" and it ain't keeping my dick full, Larry felt even more
blood rush to his face.
	"Look maybe I just leave you guys to – " next it was Mack trying
to slide his sweaty butt closer to that pile of towels at the other end.
	"You too!" Mo looked at the assortment of naked bodies he had
collected "seems we got ourselves a child molester here" nailing Steve in
his glare.
	"Now just wait a minute here!" Steve jumped to his feet but quickly
found his arms pinned behind him "hey!  My arm!"
	"Don't think y'want word getting out about you and – "
	"Shut your mouth about – " only to have Mo backhand him but
fast!  He could have dislocated his jaw but chose to only knock him down
seven or eight pegs.
	"Now everybody's on the same page, y'getting serious about this
little party..." seeing fear in most faces and something better in a few
"you!" pointing at Mack.
	"Huh?  Me?" Mack gulped "look I – "
	"You know him?" pointing at Steve "you two ever – "
	"Fuck no I never saw – "
	"So you two ain't ever done shit – "
	"Hey!  I don't do that shit!  Pat!  Tell him I – "
	"He's not your boy!" Pat tried to stand "I'm the one you – "
	"Get him hard!" but Mo's lasers were on Mack!
	"Huh what?  Me?" looking at Pat.  Pat gave him an even slighter nod
then tried to intervene.
	"You never did sex shit with a dude?" Mo was really sweating now,
his big chest rising and falling on their moans.
	"Fuck no!  I'm so not into – "
	"Then it's even..." seeing Steve and then Larry avoid meeting his
gaze "nastier."
	"No... please..."
	"Don't worry bout it Mack, we ain't gonna say shit!" looking at
Larry "right?" but Larry was too busy staying clear of Mo's thick fists,
trying not to see the slightest trickle of blood at the corner of Steve's
mouth.  When Mack realized no one could save him, that he was as backed
into a corner as that tattooed bruiser – and like he wanted a thick lip
as well – he gave Pat a desperate look and then his hand rose up and
grabbed Steve's unprotected tube.  He started a slow steady wank when he
heard the big guy bark,
	"No dumbass, with your mouth!"
	"No... no way not that... please..." Mack thought this would be the
worst "guys...?"
	"We know you only doing it cause he's..." Pat tried.  Mack's face
looked like a condemned man but he slid to his knees and with a deep
defeated groan took the tube in his mouth.  As he feared Steve's cock
responded way too fast for someone scared shitless, Mack's hand barely had
time to cover its swelling, or replace his mouth before the damn thing grew
to its full length.  But something about his mouth and an uncut dick, and
the way they connected somehow, got Mack's motor running.  And with no
towel to hide his response Mack moaned his horror then, even louder
realizing they would think he was getting off on this.  Long after Steve's
cock was boned and covered with his spit Mack stayed crouched and bent
forward on the barely warm wooden floor, knowing everyone was staring at
his thick hard dick.
	"Okay mister kiddie porn" Mo was glaring at him, the whites of his
eyes starting to glow in the half-darkness, his panting getting louder and
louder "so far it's only been grabbing wieners in the steam, now it's time
you do the real deal!"
	"Huh what?" from around the room.
	"You!" his gaze surveying the room until like a slowing pivot came
to rest on... Larry.
	"No please!" he almost swallowed his tongue "please no!  I can't
take it!  Ask Kruisay!  One guy who – "
	"Quit your yapping!  Sit!" pointing at the lower tier of seat
"now!"
	"But..." he was practically pushed onto his ass.
	"You!" next it was Pat getting nailed in Mo's gaze "suck it!"
pointing at Larry's barely deflating dick.
	"Relax... enjoy Jensen" Pat dropped to his knees in front of his
teammate.  He was just about to close in on that crotch when he heard Mo
bark,
	"No!  Not on your knees, stay on your feet!  Big jock like you
should be limber enough just bend down and swallow him like it's the best
dick you ever get!"
	Pat gave Mack a puzzled look as he got back up.  He bent over
knowing exactly where this was going.  When he felt his feet knocked
backward and then spread apart, he could actually feel the air tickle his
damp crack.  And when next it was the heat of Steve's crotch meeting his
cool butt he knew what Mo expected his to do.  He arched his back and
pushed his ass back and there was the hot wet business end of Steve's cock
again pressing into his crack.
	"No!  Oh god Pat no!" Mack had only imagined Pat would one day
actually do it right in front of him.  This was nothing like jacking off
squinting down through the vents seeing bits and pieces of Pat and that
Humdog Wall-O from a hundred feet in the air.  Now Mack was close enough
his gut actually felt Pat's gasp as Steve's cock slammed into him in one
quick lunge.  Mack knew his spit was not enough but the way Pat was gasping
with each spasmodic thrust he could not imagine anything would have eased
the pain of this near-rape.  Mack was just about gearing up to take a swing
at that black bully even if he got creamed in the process when he saw Pat
raise his face from Larry's now very hard red cock and nod at Mack.  Or
rather his crotch.  Before Mack had a chance to tell Pat he was crazy or Mo
caught the exchange and would put a stop to it, Mack let Pat grab his
sweaty thigh and pull him towards his face.  When Pat's mouth found Mack's
cock, something deep inside his brain just unraveled.  Like some long
neglected shrink-wrapped spring finally released its tightly wound energy
and Mack just screamed.  It was his best friend finally blowing him!  Like
Mack dared himself to fantasize about the last few times he allowed himself
to jack off.  Even though the two had this weird sort of mutual pact about
holding their loads, about keeping their balls full in case... what?  All
Mack knew was Pat – and that hot mouth – was more than eager to be
doing this; it was like years of rehearsal was finally coming to a head!
Mack's head! So much relentless attention to getting him beyond aroused,
even if... Mack looked down that smooth angular back watching that mass of
tattooed muscles slam harder and harder into Pat's butt each time somehow
Pat was transferring those lunges into Mack's cock. And even worse Mack was
allowing it to get him closer and closer, then the thought of what if it
was HIS cock doing that violent fucking and then that buried spring snapped
and he heard Pat ask: what about my brother tell me what you saw.  But Mack
could feel Pat's mouth still full of his cock the same way he felt those
words vibrating through his cock and then his balls his gut then his entire
body.  Pat lifted his head away from Mack's crotch and re-buried it in
Larry's crotch, but not before giving Mack a glance.  Mack had seen that
look before and knew Pat saved it for those times he was not fucking around
but meant business, even as his body shook with the pounding, his body
practically glowing with sweat, his back muscles flexing and shaking.  He
resumed sucking Larry's cock as Steve's thrusts grew more and more jagged
and his breathing came in shorter more rapid gasps.
	"Yeah, fuck him!  Suck him!  Your buddy sucking fucking yeah kids
getting fucked yeah suck yeah fuck!" Mo stood next to them, his hand now
blatantly pulling at that monster between his legs, openly jacking his now
scary hard huge cock.  He was thrusting his hips into his meaty fist in
time to Steve's thrusts "yeah kids in the gym getting fucked and sucking
like the little horny bastards they always wanted yeah harder harder
squeeze your ass make him cum make him shoot his slime into your butthole
make him jizz" over and over, Mo's fist then both hands jacking himself,
every muscle tensed and bulging as he hovered over the foursome his face a
twisted caricature of anger and lust and ten other unbridled emotions,
watching Pat again sucking off Mack's thick tool "yeah suck your fuckbud
suck his cock shove it down his damn throat gag him gag your bud" which is
what Mack did, thinking about what he knew he saw back at school, all of
them dogpile glowing sucking fucking spasming and lighting up like a
million goddamn Christmas trees.  Again he was watching the four of them
glued together, their powerful bodies locked in that sexual swirling storm
flexing grinding thrusting, the contours of their combined muscles all
flowing together.
	"Mike" Mack rocked back and forth "Wall-O" again "Tanaka" closing
his eyes remembering what he saw "Kruisay" over and over with each rock of
his hips.  He heard Pat's groan, sensing he was actually understanding what
Mack was thinking, what he was imagining, the thought of how deeply they
were bonded went right past Mack's balls and Pat barely got his mouth back
onto Larry's shiny slimy cock before Mack's cock just began blowing his
pent-up load all over Pat's face then his cheek, his shoulder his temple
over and over Mack could not stop erupting, both hands on Pat's broad back
for support.  Only when he heard Steve gasp and thrust deep into Pat's ass
could Mack slow his swaying to witness that ex-con finish filling his best
friend's ass with his nasty disgusting hot sexy load.
	"Fuck fuck fuck more more more more!" Mo was unstoppable, his hips
rocking and slamming into his tight fist, his eyes glued to Pat getting
skewered from both ends "yeah take it take it all all his nasty dick make
him blow take his load more more more" non-stop and barely noticing when
Mack staggered away hoping to find a towel, Steve disentangling himself and
sliding past Mo easing sideways in the process.  The two of them had slunk
out the door before Mo's wild eyes left Pat and Steve and registered the
others had escaped his control "make him cum make him cum, suck the jizz
out of his kid cock" which is what Pat was trying to do.  But Pat
remembered Larry told him he could do this for hours without actually
shooting off.  That was when Pat got the brainstorm, because he could hear
Mo behind him getting more and more worked up and if he continued his
craziness it might be his battering ram of a cock pushing into him next.
Pat slid a finger from his mouth to the smelly hairy spot beneath Larry's
balls, not missing a beat.  When it found Larry's secret protected spot
Larry gasped and tried to pull away but Pat's mouth and that finger closed
a circuit deep in Larry's crotch, another finger rubbing the crease of his
scrotum, just like that image now broadcasting in Technicolor from Larry's
brain.  He continued to gasp as those fingers rubbed and jabbed over and
over until he realized all of Pat's actions were getting ready to make him
a big fat liar!  Because nobody else could possibly know about that first
time when...
	"Yeah, finger fuck that kid's tight hole, suck him suck him yeah
you little sick cumdump do it suck the sperm right from the tap do it!  Do
it!  Make him give it up make him empty his nuts make him shoot his load!"
and with Larry grabbing Pat's head and shoving in down almost choking him
he felt his balls spasm and before he could stop himself his cock opened
wide and he shot several weeks worth of built-up burning ball juice into
Pat's mouth again and again until it was spilling out of his cheeks and
smearing down his face coating Larry's hairy pubes for good measure "fuck
yeah fuck yeah flood him cover him in your jizz yeah fuck hot kids cumming
all OVER other fuck yeah!" finally Pat lifting away from Larry's steaming
crotch "yeah totally fucking hot!  So fucking HOT!  Fuckin and sucking and
right out in the open like total sex addicts like crazy now get the fuck
outa here!" Mo flipped on a dime just like that all but throwing him on the
butt as he struggled to get his balance "wait!"
	"No please!" Larry dreading worse was to come.
	"Fuck yeah" Mo reached forward and grabbed him right on his sore
cock.  Larry flinched and pulled back, but not before Mo's hard came away
with most of that hot sticky goo from his belly from his balls even
squeezing the last from that deflating cock as well as the globs smearing
the bench "now get!  Scram!" which is what Larry did.  Like double-time!
	"Fuck yeah!" Mo took his smeared hand and rubbed it all over Pat's
already shiny face "now you! You just stand there don't you dare think
about moving!  Not until I see that cannon shoot its load.  You got one
minute!  Do it!"
	Pat grabbed his half-hard and started jacking himself, his cock not
more than five inches from Mo's cock receiving the same treatment.  With
Mo's constant barking and then batting their cocks together it didn't take
Pat long to get himself actually hard.  But it was like a bloated
caricature of a normal hardon, what with everything he had just been
through.  Sucking off two of his friends, sucking off Mack!  Finally!  And
again that pointed torpedo on Steve slamming into his so severely tortured
ass, night after night like Pat's ordeal would never stop!  But seeing how
Mo was hot to watch him, how this big straight – straight no longer? –
dude was so getting off of Pat, on his body, on his cock, on watching him
suck and get fucked, like Pat was somehow this lightning rod for guys to
just lose whatever control they ever had over their cocks and the way Mo
was just gasping and jacking and thrusting and shaking, his eyes never
leaving Pat's bright red cock and all those images Pat got from Mack from
what he witnessed and there was his brother fucking?  He was actually
fucking Kruisay? And Pat's cock turned to throbbing bone in his fist and he
could feel it, he was actually close to cumming.  The feeling of his chute
still filled with Steve's load and his mouth still tasting Larry's –
yeah he got mister not-interested-can't-cum to actually shoot off – cock
on his tongue he felt himself actually ready to shoot.  And at this rate he
would be a close tie with Mo, his cock huge and shiny with pre-cum and cum
and spit and damn that thing was scary thick and
	"Catch it in your other hand!  Shoot kid! NOW!" and right on cue
Pat's cock started unloading, his hand catching the second volley and
whatever was left from the last several days.  He looked at Mo's cock
expecting to see his cum splattered everwhere but instead heard "okay now
smear it on your pecs!"
	"Huh?" talk about shifting gears mid tailspin!
	"Do it!  Get down on the bench!  Now!" Pat had barely coated his
smooth chest and dropped down in front of Mo's thick frame before he felt a
hand push his shoulder down until he was flat on the bench with Mo's cock
pointed right at his mouth as that wrist-thick cock swelled an even
brighter purple "beg for it!"
	"Huh?"
	"Beg for my load!  Do it!"
	"Fuck" Pat was cross-eyed it was so close to his face "do it!  Cum
cum on my – "
	"Open your mouth kid!  Hurry!"
	"Shoot it!  Shoot your load!"
	"Tell me you want my jizz! You can taste it!  Now!"
	"Cum in my mouth!  Shoot it!!"
	"Open up!  Hurry!  I can't hold it any longer!  I been holding it
too long!" as the first shot hit him right on his chin.  He could not twist
away as Mo's cock continued to shoot off again and again, Pat's eyes then
his tongue, then his nose then his entire face were covered with load after
load, Pat fearing this guy might never stop cumming.  Pat lay there, thick
ropey cum splattering his checks and chin, all over his chest even until
with a gasp Mo straightened up "don't you fuckin dare wipe that off!"
	"Huh?  What?" Pat could barely see, his eyes stinging with Mo's hot
jism.  He struggled to his feet hearing Mo shuffling around then towels
rustling.  He half-expected Mo to clean him off but instead he was directed
towards the door "no!  Wait!  I'm naked!"
	"Tough shit!  You're gonna walk out there covered in all those
loads got it?"
	"Don't make me do this" trying to cover himself as best he could.
	"Hands at your side, got it?  You're gonna go out there so everyone
can see how you look."
	"Why?  Why are you doing this?" the door half open.
	"Just do it O'Toole!  Remember I'm watching you.  We're gonna be
watching you.  You and Sean – "
	"Huh what?  Sean?"
	"Yeah we got our eyes on you, we'll be watching your every move so
if want Mike – "
	"Mike?  But what about Sean?"
	"When it happens you're gonna know what to do.  And right now
you're walking out there naked and – "
	"Naked like this?" looking down at his front, that gobs of cum
plain as day.
	"It's a locker room remember?" and through he bleary eyes he saw Mo
push open the door and direct him out into the blinding lights "and leave
your jizz covering that hot—I mean gross body of yours!  I want the
whole damn place to see what you been doing here!"
	"No!"
	"Do it!" so Pat felt himself half-stampeded half-paraded out the
door and into the lights any chance of getting answers from Mo gone, not
stopping even when they were staggering through the locker room, seeing
shapes of men, several here and there, passing them as he was directed the
entire length of the locker area, past guys sitting changing, past guys
just standing in a shocked slow-motion Pat could barely make out,
everything too blurry to recognize anybody might actually recognize him.
But the way his naked cum-dripping body was displayed for all to see all
the way to the shower area was enough to make Pat only imagine how many of
these guys did know him, or would from that moment on.  And like his cock
was never one to deflate so soon after he just shot off.  When he made it
to the shower room he thought he could find a dark corner and just
disappear.  That was when he heard Mo behind him "clean me up!  Get your
smelly shit off me!  Right now!  Get me clean!"
	So feeling like the whole world was gathered to witness his total
humiliation Pat just closed his eyes and let his hands find their way all
over those acres and acres of burning hard muscles steaming beneath his
palms.  If he was not fucked before he sure as hell was totally fucked now.