Date: Mon, 12 Jun 2006 21:36:02 -0500
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter 15

The Exam
Part Two

Fallout



Chapter fifteen July 27 Saturday evening

	Billy hung around the doc's office cleaning up and just generally doing
miscellaneous busy-work.  He told himself he needed to catch up on the
filing but that was not the half of it.  He tried to shadow the doc but he
hid himself away in his office as soon as the last of the "patients" left.
As soon as he did Billy tried to follow the trail of those tapes but either
he or Kroos were ten steps ahead of him.  So he went about cleaning the main
exam room until Kroos took over and almost pushed him out the door, all
smiles.  He got the same treatment when he tried the same in the
"observation" room.  He was exiled to the reception area, trying to make
sense of all the paperwork, in and out of all those file cabinets, except
that one that stayed locked, hoping to stay put there until doomsday if he
could.  He rearranged piles of papers until after five when the doc finally
shooed him out and told him to go home.  Billy tried to protest but the doc
just waved him to the door.  He almost had to push Billy physically down the
stairs.

	Billy walked home the longest way he could, even though he knew he'd catch
hell for being late for supper.  Like that was his biggest worry right now!
When he finally came in the kitchen door around five-forty or so, his mom
was starting to get angry.

	"Well it's about time young man what took you so long?"

	"Ah er I mean the -- y'know the doc made me stay late he was very..." and
he looked around to see if his dad was in earshot "busy today."

	"Well your father was home an hour ago-"

	"Doc had... more appointments" Billy lied.  His mom could see it all over
his red face but decided not to push the issue.

	His dad came into the kitchen glancing at him "well it's about time you
made it home.  Can we finally eat now Cath?"  he looked at Billy with a
slightly nervous expression so his attempt at a stern parental tone of voice
sounded somewhere between hollow and outright phoney.

	"You started a half-hour ago dear" she said taking a plate out of the oven
"Billy go sit down before your father finishes everything."

	Billy followed his dad back into the dining room trying to catch his eye to
see what he was in for.  Billy knew the next five minutes were about to make
or break the rest of his high school years if not his entire life.  He
wanted to blurt out something suicidal like: I'm sorry they made me! but
something told him to sit tight and keep his mouth shut or full of
overcooked food whichever, and just see if his dad would continue this bull,
continue with his talkative chummy self.  Instead Joe seemed a bit reserved,
maybe even secretive.

	"So how much more are you gonna keep working for the doc?" his mom joined
them at the table.

	Billy stopped chewing and almost dropped his folk, "why?"

	"Well it seems like he keeps you very busy" she said starting to eat her
supper as well.

	"Dunno" he said not looking at either of them " maybe a week or two" and
his dad started to say something but Billy cut him off "or until he runs out
of work."

	"Billy is very helpful" Joe finally got out "in fact he was there helping
the doc with my check-up today-"

	Billy started to choke looking at his dad turning beet red, "Da-"

	"What did he do?" his mom asked innocently.

	Billy just watched helplessly, frozen as Joe continued "oh you know the
usual,  he took notes for the doc and helped him collect supplies" looking
at Billy casually "he even helped the doc take my blood pressure..."  Billy
felt a bit of hamburger get stuck in his windpipe.

	"Is that really true Billy?"

	Billy coughed hard then finally managed to swallow and choke out a "yeah
sure."  He stole a look at his dad's face, seeing something worse than shock
there.  More like total calm!  But Billy's face was somewhere between red
and green!  His mom seemed to find it mildly amusing.

	"Well you just make sure you do not get in the doc's way and be careful..."

	"Ok-k-kay." he hiccupped realizing that he had better stick to liquids and
stay clear of solid food until his dad stopped this weird game.

	The rest of the conversation went back to regular boring topics like
housework and plans for Sunday shopping, and school supplies, which Billy
did not want to think about this soon before September.  So he just zoned
out while his mom continued about projects for the two of them and what they
needed to do and he was given some kitchen chores as he started to piece
together what she was saying.  Sometime after supper his mom needed to go
visit some of his aunts and his dad wavered between going along or staying
home and being assigned more projects.  He finally opted for the projects
and Billy heard him say "I don't mind, Billy will help me, right?"

	And Billy came back to earth saying "right...what?"

	"You'll help."

	"With what?"

	"Weren't you listening?"

	"Sure guess so."

	So his mom started to clear the table to the kitchen with "more like your
father every day..." and Billy and his dad started to hear the regular
kitchen sounds as she piled the dishes into the dishwasher.

	"Kath, we'll do that.  Why don't you get ready?"

	"Sure you don't want to come along?" she asked for the fifth time, but they
both knew Joe did not think spending a Saturday night with the girls would
be the best way of "having fun".  He finished helping her clean up and that
was his answer.

	"Okay you two.  I don't want to come home to a mess okay?" she said and
started to gather some bags and boxes.

	Billy joined his dad in the kitchen trying to put on the good act for his
mom but also trying to figure out how much trouble he really was in.  His
dad seemed to be playing it casual though.

	They were finishing up when his mom came back in "okay I'm off" giving Joe
a pleasant peck "I'll be back by ten" and turning to Billy "and you better
be in bed-"

	"Mom it's Saturday night for cripes sakes-"

	"Cripes sakes?" his dad mocked him "where did you pick that up?"

	"Probably from you Joe" she said "okay ten-thirty. Bye" and she was gone.

	They both continued puttering around for a few speechless moments.  All
Billy could do was wish he was a million miles away.  Maybe NASA was looking
for test animals to sent to the fuckin moon!  Finally Joe said "so..."

	Billy's hands froze, every muscle tense for the next words.  Well this is
it!  Billy looked down at himself, looking for the seatbelts.

	"So... I'm guessing you're... still pretty mad at me?"

	"Mad? What?" breathe Billy, breathe! he told himself.

	"You gotta admit that was a hell of a lot of stuff you saw me do today" he
tried to see his reaction but Billy was heading for the living room "and
that I made you do."

	Billy just kept walking through the other room saying over his shoulder, "I
dunno."

	Joe followed Billy as he started up the stairs "what made you do it Bill?"

	"Do what?"

	"Bill any of that.  Like... well bid on me for starters.  It's like you
wanted to stay and see me humiliated in front of the guys..."

	"You mean like you wanted to see me fuck Moose while he was sucking you
off?  Like that dad?"

	Billy heard the words rush out of his mouth, more shocked than his dad must
be.  He could not believe he said those things, but all the frustration, and
the not knowing, and yeah... the horniness just burst from him, the
floodgates wide open.  He turned around once he got to the top of the stairs
hoping he could clear the distance to his room in time. Instead Joe reached
out and grabbed him by the shoulders, "you will never use those kind of
words or say anything like that again.  Is that clear?"

	Billy stayed silent, not angry just determined, seeing a certain advantage
he might have.  Did he have the balls to pull it off?  At this point he was
already totally fucked.  He only had one card left so why not play it?  He
was already pinned; why not get in a fast knee to the groin?

	"Bill I ain't gonna say it again!" Joe said, trying to sound angry but his
voice was cracking a bit.

	"Dad I don't need to say a thing, everyone got to see it ALL.  And..." he
had to keep the smirk off his face "if you got your way I'da missed the
whole damn thing"  Billy looked at his dad and did not blink.  But inside it
felt like the hamburger was going to be coming up any moment.

	"You don't say a word-"

	"Dad I won't say a goddamn thing.  I won't tell anybody nothing they don't
already know" which didn't come out right, but Billy needed time to
re-calculate his odds now.  This was not going the way he thought it would.

	Joe looked at him and realized there was some weird kind of stalemate
between them and he better settle for that, "we better just call a truce
then... until we sort all this out.  Okay?  Truce?"

	Billy looked at the outstretched hand and shook it "truce pops."

	He won!  Fuck he actually won! Billy told himself.  His dad was not going
to kill him, or kick him out, or anything!  If anything it looked like his
dad was... no way!

	Joe saw a small smile start to spread over Billy's face, "fine, now if you
get your butt outa the way I gotta get to the bathroom."

	"Sure fine" and let his dad shove around him "geez big hurry to pee huh?"

	"Damn" Joe said and went into the bathroom and tried to close the door but
didn't swing it hard enough so it swayed half way closed and then swung open
again.  Another project dad was too busy to get to today, Billy almost
chuckled to himself.  Yeah too busy gettin into heavy shit!  Billy stood in
the doorway as he watched his dad's back lumber up to the toilet and start
to piss loudly.  When he finished he turned and saw Billy standing in the
doorway watching with a weird expression.

	"So ya pissin green?" Billy joked.

	Joe looked at him and started to scratch himself, "you have any idea what
that damn stuff is anyway?"

	"Doc and Kroos been cooking it up.  They been working on it for a couple
weeks now" and looking down at his dad's cock still hanging out "damn dad,
didn't you take a shower when you first got home?"

	"Yeah I took a shower" he snapped, and then continued to scratch himself
"but that shaving part.  Bill I ain't ever had anything like that done..."
and he just went back to scratching "and it really is itching something
awful."

	"Put something on it already, what ya waiting for" Billy said.  He seemed
to be in no hurry to leave but was enjoying his dad's discomfort in no small
way.

	"What does your mom have in here" Joe turned his front away, starting to
rummage through the medicine cabinet.

	"Geez dad not there" and Billy went into the linen closet where he knew his
mom kept the oversized items.  He took out a bottle of body lotion his mom
used after shaving her legs, "this stuff."

	"Thanks" his dad reached out and took the bottle, turning back so Billy
could see his front, his soft but smooth cock still hanging out "so if you
will excuse me?"

	"What?" Billy said all innocent.

	"Bill a little privacy?" his dad stood waiting for him to leave.  But Billy
stayed put and said "Dad geez, you forgetting about today already?"

	Joe was squeezing the lotion into his hand and then looked at Billy and
down at himself.

	"Don't you think this is just a bit different? We're at home now?" and he
stood with it starting to drip off his hand waiting for Billy to leave.

	"Geez dad exactly, we're home so like if we ain't bashful in front of half
the whole town what's the big deal?"

	"But this is just different" Joe said but seeing the puddle forming on the
floor he just said "crap" and started to unbuckle his pants with his clean
hand and then yank his shorts down until they were both around his knees.

	Now up close Billy could see the effect of the razor and the goo.  His
dad's crotch was baby-ass smooth but red and sore like a mild sunburn.  As
soon as the fabric was free his dad slathered his front with the lotion and
started to apply more until every area was covered.  Finally his whole
crotch was greasy and shining.  As he smoothed more and more into his skin,
the reddening began to lessen.

	"Gawd that feels so much better-"

	"Why didn't you do this before?"

	"Well the shower helped for a while but then with supper..." Joe was
preoccupied with how he was beginning to feel "and someone didn't feel like
coming home when he should..."

	"Sorry dad" Billy picked up the bottle and squeezed a dollop into his dad's
hand "I'll make it up to ya.  I'll finish your back-"

	"Yeah right."

	"It's cool. Stop being so chickenshit."

	"Bill watch the language!"

	"Alright already" but Billy already had the lotion in his hand and was
bringing it to the small of his dad's hairy back, rubbing it in thoroughly.

	"Okay it helps I admit it" Joe said and went back to massaging the area
under his balls "glad no one can see us now" he said and felt the slick hand
move to his butt but it felt too good to interrupt.

	"Whatever" Billy said and was working his way all over his dad's butt,
which was large enough to keep his hands busy for a while.  And Billy was in
no hurry to stop.  Even though Joe had been very careful to keep his hand
away from his cock, when he felt Billy's hand start to smooth the lotion
into his crack he felt himself begin to respond.

	"Okay Bill you can stop that now" he saw his face redden in the mirror.

	Billy took his hand away and looked in the mirror as well.  He could see
the reflection of his dad's hairless cock start to lengthen,  "hey dad"
Billy started slow "ya should put some there too before it starts to itch
any more."

	"Billy you should leave-"

	"Go on dad it's me remember?"

	"Billy c'mon..."

	"Go on it'll help" and Billy squirted a glob onto the top of his dad's dick
before he could say no.  His dad jerked back quick but not quick enough "go
on before ya get it all over the floor."

	So his dad had to rub it around before it ran down and made more of a mess.
  As he felt his hand encircling himself some serious hardening could not be
avoided.

	"Bill you don't need to be seeing this-"

	"It's cool dad" Billy went back to rubbing lotion into the assfold and then
to his thighs.

	"Oh man that really helps" his dad said and could not help himself,
encircling his cock with his fist,  finding it very hard to stop.  Then he
felt Billy's hand rubbing up along his crack again.  This time his
objections were just soft grunts.  And his hand started to tighten and by
itself pulled the skin forward and back.  Billy looked at the hardon in the
mirror and his hand was working deeper and deeper into the crack.

	"Billy c'mon stop it now I mean it" but Joe's hand was sliding up and down
very greasy.

	"Go on dad you can do it" and Billy's other hand started to rub his dad's
hip and then the front of his thigh, while the first stayed buried in the
crack very close to his dad's hole.

	"Billy please..." but Billy's forward hand, now getting greasy from Joe's
hip, was sliding its way to the front and finally started to smooth his
balls.

	"Billy don't..." Billy's hand was all over his balls rubbing and massaging
the lotion in and then sliding to the base of his dad's cock finally meeting
Joe's hand.

	"Billy no..." but Billy's hand started a very, very slow back and forth
motion on his cock finally replacing Joe's hand entirely.  When Billy felt
the hand leave his cock, he knew this was it; his dad was admitting complete
defeat.  The scales were tipped in Billy's favor now.  Joe put both hands to
the sink gripping it firmly as he felt Billy's finger start to find and then
circle his butt muscle.

	Joe felt the hand on his cock starting to cause sensations he knew he
should not be feeling.  He was getting close to cumming.  With his kid's
hand on his cock!  He closed his eyes and reached behind himself trying to
knock Billy's hand away from his butt.  Instead it found the front of
Billy's shorts hoping not to feel his son hard.  He was.

	Joe felt all the air leave his chest, knowing what the hardness against his
hand meant.  And knowing what the sensation in his cock meant as well.  Too
late to stop any more, he thought.  His hand went into the waistband of
Billy's shorts as his hand found the hairy pubes and then the smooth
hardness.  He pulled down the front of the shorts until they were tucked
under Billy's scrotum and taking some of the greasiness from himself started
to slick up his son's cock.

	"Dad no!" Billy shouted but too late and Joe felt the hot juice hit his ass
cheek.  Billy shouted again and Joe felt the finger bump into his hole and
that was it, he shot into the sink.  Billy almost forgot his hand was still
there as he shot twice more onto the back of his dad's leg.  Joe finally had
to pull the tight hand away from his cock as he finished puddling into the
basin.

	"Dad that was... so... SO hot" Billy muttered out of breath, YOU are so
hot."

	"Billy-"

	"Look at you" Billy said looking at them both in the mirror "look at how
studly you look, your hairy chest and that shaved crotch.  Your big dick
dripping juice.  Man what's hotter than that!"

	Joe looked at himself, and at Billy who was openly smiling now, and finally
a small smile escaped.

	"Billy we shouldn't have-"

	"Maybe" Billy said still smiling "but I dunno how to undo it... and I don't
think I'd wanna."

	Billy finally just said "hot" and then walked out of the bathroom and into
his bedroom.  When Joe finally finished cleaning himself up and reapplied a
lighter and less stimulating second layer to himself, he wrapped a loose
bathrobe around his soft skin and went into Billy's bedroom.

	Billy was standing naked rubbing his legs.  He spun around,

	"Cripes dad don't you knock?!?!" and then smiled and laughed.  Joe looked
at him and started to laugh too.

	"Glad your mother isn't here!"

	"I'm hungry how about you?"

	"Didn't you just eat?"

	"Yeah with mom and you both trying to make me choke, yeah I got a whole lot
of food into me..."

	"Yeah guess you're right.  I'll fix you somethin" and Joe headed
downstairs.  As he heard Billy following behind him he shouted over his
shoulder, "and put something on we don't want the neighbors-"

	"You mean the Herrers-"

	"Okay fine but still put something on for crissakes."

	And the two went into the kitchen looking almost respectable.