Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2006 12:26:30 -0600
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter 77

Disclaimer/Reminder:  The following story is a work of gay fiction although
based on non-fictional occurrences.  It contains sexual acts between males
in high school as well as with males beyond high school age.   There are
scenes of definite humiliation, some of them graphic.  If this subject
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Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent.
The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally -  has a
legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not.  Also
descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints.  You
understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly.  Again, do
not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or
activities which can be classified as bdsm.

A warm holiday thank you to all you guys who have made this an entertaining
enterprise.  Happy New Year to all and a reminder that like most holiday
indulgences, this story, like cheap champagne, is meant to be "consumed" in
small sips not gulps; brutal hangovers can result so easily otherwise.

  Now, back to our show --


	Chapter  Seventy-seven

	Saturday, August 10 continued



	Moose and Hank drove both cars to Moose's place then dropped his off with
as few words to the parents as possible.  His mom commented on his change of
clothes and Moose had to act like she was  making a bit to-do out of
nothing.  He told both of them he was going out for a movie with the gang
and they eventually relented, but not without a stern lecture on the
teen-age horrors of drinking and driving.  Or was it the horrors of teen-age
drinking and driving he tuned it out after a while.  Only when he assured
them Hank was going to be doing all the driving and besides they were all in
training because of the upcoming Monday events they started to run out of
tape.  They were still going on and on when he closed the door, beating a
hasty retreat.

	"Remind me not to do that again" Moose jumped into the passenger seat,
already red in the face and breathing heavy.

	"Do what?"

	"Go home without a pre-arranged airtight alibi."

	"Why? You still getting the third degree?"

	"No shit!" Moose watched the House of Pain recede in the rear-view mirror,
almost expecting them to come chasing after the car waving small firearms
"sometimes I get the creepy feeling they know but aren't sayin anything.
Like they just wanna use it at the right time for the right occasion or
shit."

	"Moose don't let'm pull that shit!  They're just playin with yer head is
all" Hank turned onto the main drag, heading west.  Moose was as nervous as
if he were going to be the main attraction,

	"Do I look okay?"  checking his face in the mirror, checking his shirt
again and again.

	"Geez Moose I hate t'break it t'ya but yer gonna be sittin this one out."

	"Whatdyamean, sit it out?"

	"Y'ain't gotta do shit!  It's Kroos' funeral not yours!  You don't gotta do
nothin but sit in the back and... y'know... enjoy the show..." slowing for
the stop light, Hank looking over at him "unless y'want this to degenerate
into the Moose Show Reloaded!"

	"Fuck you Jenkins!" Moose said too loud, attracting the attention of the
car next to them.  Luckily it was neither prune-faced adults nor twirpy
pretentious teenage girls.  Instead it was two guys, not much older than
they were.  Moose looked over at them, his don't-fuck-with-me expression at
the ready.  His expression wilted when he got a good look at them.

	Like Moose, the two had their windows rolled down, the driver's arm hanging
out the window to cool off.  And what an arm it was!  Even covered by the
short-sleeve shirt, it was easily showing a good eighteen inches of serious
bicep, folding up into an equally impressive mass of deltoids.  He was
wearing a Brewers cap, and it looked like his hair was the same shade as his
dark blond goatee and moustache.  He looked over and nodded at Moose, then
turned to his passenger and said something.  They both laughed as the light
turned green and they drove off.

	"Friends of yours?" Hank gave him a suspicious sideways glance.  Moose
laughed and slugged him as soft as the big guy could muster.  After all Hank
was driving.

	"Naw, never saw them before.  If they were from this armpit of a town I
would WE woulda seen them before.  Probably from the Extension."

	"Or South..."

	"Fuckin doubt it!  Guy built like that woulda shown up on radar before"
Moose checked their in-state license plate as Hank sped up.  There was a
college team bumper sticker but that could mean anything "we would have like
definitely seen them at a meet or game or shit."

	"Probably right" they followed them west heading for the highway "when are
we supposed to pick up Ern?"

	"He's gonna meet us... well not there, but in Falls" Moose was keeping an
eye on the car ahead of them.  As they approached the next red light, that
car pulled up next to them again.

	"Why's that?" Hank looked over this time, checking out the two in the car.
Geez, he thought, this is worse than cruising for chicks!

	"He wanted the car... in case..." Moose winked "and you and Jeff got
y'know... busy" and out of the corner of his eye, caught movement from the
other car.  When he turned he saw the driver pulling his shirt over his
head!  The guy was packing serious artillery!  Moose tried not to stare but
kept looking over.  The driver noticed.  He shouted over,

	"Where ya guys heading?  E*****t Lake?"

	"Naw... looking for... eats!"  Moose took in the driver, his bared arm
hanging out the window, even flexing a bit for effect.  He put his cap back
on, and then a pair of wrap-around sunglasses.  Very studly, if a bit cocky.
  But Moose's eyes were drawn again and again to those overstuffed pecs, all
but hairless, the only hair brushing his forearms and the tuft showing from
his pit.

	"Thought you'd be out lookin to get... laid..." the face turning back to
Moose, the sunglasses now hiding his eyes.

	"Always doin that!" Moose chuckled, flexing his own arm in counterpoint.
Their guns were closely matched.  It looked like two battle cruisers,
squaring off before the volleys went flying "you?"

	"We ain't from around here?" the light turned green "you?" and they took
off again, but not as fast.  Almost like they were waiting for them to keep
their pace.

	Moose looked at Hank,

	"Okay so sue me!" and when they pulled up next to them, Moose pulled his
shirt over his head as well.  Hell, if the two were on the same wavelength
he might get a reaction.  If not, nothing lost.

	But as they pulled past, Moose thought he noticed the driver giving him a
look.  He was too much the stuck-up shit to acknowledge it.  Of course they
pulled up at the next stop light together.

	"So where you two... studs" yeah the driver actually used that word "go to
get laid around here?" and he lifted his right arm off the wheel and started
running around his nipple.  Moose looked over and did the same.  The
slightest smile cracked the driver's expressionless face.

	"No where" Moose emphasized the words by not just rubbing his fingers
around his right tit, but grabbing it and then pulling on it, letting his
chest swell for effect.  He looked over and the other passenger was saying
something a mile a minute but Moose could not hear the words over the engine
and street noises.  Before the driver could respond the light changed and
they were on the freeway now.  There was one last light change before it was
open road.

	Hank looked at Moose, that bare chest responding to the wind and the
manipulating,

	"Moose your cousin's gonna get a real eyeful you go in like that" and
laughed.  He looked over for the white Saturn but it was not alongside.  He
looked in the rear view mirror and they were two cars behind them.

	"So where we meeting Ern?"  Hank was hoping Moose would put his shirt back
on but he seemed to be enjoying the air on his bare flesh too much "you
gonna stay like that the whole way?"

	"Gotta cool off y'know?" Moose threw his head back "and okay I been like
more than horny since the Y okay?  I just hope that Joel shit knows what the
fuck he's doin!"

	"So we could have stayed there" Hank changed lanes, keeping one eye on that
white Saturn "y'know by now it must be a fuckin three-ring sex circus back
there."

	"Don't remind me" Moose tugged at his jeans "time's like this glad I got a
bud like Ern - oh yeah we gotta meet him at the BP station on Main -- "

	"When?"

	"I called him during the fuckin third degree before.  I told him like a
half hour" looking at the clock "we got fifteen minutes so --  shit!"

	"What?" Hank slowed down thinking it was the car ahead of them "what!?!"

	"Jeff!  What about Jeff? Weren't y'gonna call Jeff?"

	"I was gonna call him from Mort's but..." he started slowing as they
approached K****r "I can call him from the gas station."

	"You two cool?" Moose looked over, suddenly frowning over his happy face
"Jeff ain't..."

	"Moose stop all this fuckin worrying okay?" but the way that white Saturn
was pacing them was starting to get under his skin.  Weren't they going to
E*****t Lake or something?  Why were they almost looking like they were
following them "shit yer startin to get me all paranoid now."

	"So what's the deal?  He wasn't at the Y and -- "

	"He was almost spooked when I told him about it, about what Joel was
planning.  His reaction was, I think I'm gonna pass on this one.  But he did
have some things to do during the day anyways so I'm not like over concerned
or anything.  But if he had taken a pass y'know on tonight, then... THEN I
woulda been worried" he looked at Moose and smirked "besides they do have
that awesome Porterhouse, in case you never noticed."

	"I only been out there a few times - last with you guys, when... y'know..."

	"That was the last time?" Hank watched the traffic as they entered the no
man's land between K****r and Falls.  And was there ever a lot of traffic.

	"Yeah... I guess" Moose looked around, noticing all the cars "what's up
with all this?"

	"Maybe they're all goin where we're goin!"

	"Jenkins you full of shit!  Remind me to beat t'shit outa ya."

	"So y'ain't nervous at all right?" Hank looked over at him, watching him
fidget a bit, but the fresh air was helping.

	"Fuck yeah I'm nervous!" Moose glared at him "like what the fuck I'm
supposed to say t'Mort?  Hey cuz, how's business?"

	"More like, what's he gonna say to you when he sees you, is more like it"
Hank eased around a pokey SUV driven by an older couple.  They saw Moose and
almost scowled at him!  He laughed and waved as Hank got ahead of them.
Just in time because they were entering the city limits of Falls as traffic
bunched up all around them.

	"That too..." Moose started chewing his nail, looking the high school kid
again, even if he was intimidating half the cars they passed "you think he
knows what -- "

	"Dude of course he knows!  Somebody must have told him t'get ready for the
Traveling Kroos Show!  He's probably renting strobe lights and a fog machine
even as we sit here jawin it t'death!"

	"Hank you are fuckin crazy!  But seriously..." back to the nails "how's he
gonna do this?  Just drop everything and start..."

	"Moose I don't KNOW!  But by now he's running around trying to get shit
ready... or not!"

	"Whatya mean, or not?"

	"We'll see" Hank stopped at the red light, looking around "the station's
like three blocks ahead right?"

	"Guess so" Moose was on the last nail "why I keep getting the idea I'm the
one should be nervous here?"

	"Cause y'think too much!" Hank slugged him.  Hard!  Moose just gave him the
stupid look "you suppose t'be the big musclebound dumb jock!  Can't y'do
nothin right?"

	"Fuck no!" Moose slugged him back.  Not as hard "thanks."

	"Thank for what?"

	"For not jumpin me in the shower before" Moose grabbed his crotch "or we'd
still be back there."

	"Bonehead!"

	"And for dragging me outa the Y before... y'know.  I'd still be getting off
on the Soulm - shit! I mean Kroos..." but he turned beat-red and pulled on
his shirt like that would cover the biggest slip of his life!  He was afraid
to look at Hank, to see if he caught the terrible mistake.  But Hank just
drove ahead with the green light.

	"Must be the place" Hank sing-songed as they pulled off the street and into
the lot.  Sure enough, off to the side was Ern's gray Subaru.  They pulled
up alongside, as Ern got out.  But he had company.  To their amazement
getting out of the passenger side was no one else but...Doug!  Doug Hampton!

	"Hey guys" Ern came up to them knocking firsts with Hank, just waving at
Moose.  Moose gave him a punch and rustled his hair.  But both of them were
looking at Doug who was hanging back.

	"Hampton you back from the dead or somethin?" Moose went over to him and
grabbed him by the shoulders.  He swore he felt Doug almost pull away.

	"Where y'been hidin?" Hank came over and punched him in his chest.  Doug
just shrugged,

	"No where..." but somehow he took over Moose's nailbiting habit, as if by
osmosis.

	"So what's goin down?"  Moose looked at the both of them "you two been like
hangin today?"

	"Y'mind if I hang with you guys tonight?" Doug cut in, and yeah he looked
nervous.  His big shoulders were tensing under his white t-shirt, the cords
in his neck twisting with his nail-biting.

	"We're just gonna..." Hank shot a complicated look at Moose "I mean..."

	"Ern said yer getting somethin t'eat?  That right?"

	"Yeah we're just gonna grab us some burgers and then a movie or shit" Moose
looked at Ern panicking.  What the fuck you tell him!?!

	"We're going to Mort's" Ern said very clearly and slowly, looking at Moose
"which is -- "

	"Moose" Doug pulled away from the group, and started walking to the end of
the lot "talk t'me" and just like that Moose took a step or two and caught
up with him.

	"Doug what the fuck's up dude?" Moose came alongside him, the two of them
in a huddle away from the other two "I ain't - NO one seen ya around
since... y'know... that!"

	"I gotta talk t'ya Moose" Doug looked around.  Now he was the one seeing
bogeymen in every shadow "it's like important okay?"

	"You okay?" Moose put his arm around him.  For Moose it was the instinctive
thing to do, being the team captain and all.  Even if Doug was no midget
"you got trouble?"

	"WE got trouble" he pulled away, but slowly enough not to arouse suspicion
"I think..."

	"What y'mean 'we' got trouble" Moose looked back at the two and held up his
palm: gimme five seconds "this about tonight?  About... y'know Mort's?"

	"Moose I ain't gay" Doug just tumbled it out like that.  He did not snear
or anything.  It was more like an apology, like he was saying: I ain't a
good swimmer!

	"Shit Doug I never said - shit is this about that... Saturday?"

	Doug nodded his head yes.  Moose was almost afraid to make eye contact.
But this was Doug!  They were buddies, even if they had been avoiding each
other since... that insane Saturday afternoon.

	"Look Doug, if you feel uncomfortable about me... about" looking back at
the group "anyone I can understand.  But if you're thinkin about not
wrestling -- "

	"Fuck no!" Doug spun and faced him, more frustrated and nervous than angry
"that ain't IT!"

	"Then what dude?  We ain't friends no more?"

	"Moose just remember I ain't gay okay?"

	"Okay okay!  You were just horny that day.  Shit, no one's gotten any shit
from--"

	"They're gonna!" he took a few steps further from everyone.  He waited for
Moose to catch up.  Which he did in about a half-second.

	"What?!?!?" Moose grabbed him and almost spun him around.  But Doug was too
big to spin "dude y'better start explainin -- "

	"Moose I ain't gay -- "

	"Shit Hampton you ain't gay" Moose almost shouted it but caught himself
"okay?  We got that part loud and clear!"

	"But..." he was back on the third nail by now "oh shit... y'gonna think I'm
-- "

	"I'm gonna think yer dead meat if you don't start explainin!  Out with it!"

	"Shit okay... but don't think I am... it was an accident okay?"

	"What the fuck happened Hampton!  We're gonna fuckin stay here like this
til you fuckin tell me!"

	"I was just surfin the other night -- "

	"The net?"

	"Yeah... and... it was an accident okay?  I didn't mean to -- "

	"What did you find Hampton?" but Moose's stomach was already churning.  He
almost wanted to cram all his fingers in his ears rather than hear what he
was expecting to hear.

	"I saw us...me... Billy... guys from the team like Will... even Will's
dad... from..."

	"You tellin me you saw us?  All of us?  On-line?  Like you found some g.d.
site showing all of us... from the... doc's?"  Moose felt the blood rush out
of his face.  The moment they had been dreading had come!  What they had
been trying to avert, to stop before anything happened, well they were too
late!  Billy's effort and even Joel's effort to find and destroy all the
tapes - up in smoke!

	"Sorry it was an accident, really?"

	"Okay Hampton I wanna hear this!  All of this!"

	"I ain't gay!  I was lookin for -- "

	"I don't care how you got to there.  Tell me what you saw!"

	"It's called Exam Room or Doc's Exam or something, but there must be like a
dozen files with different  names on them -- "

	"Our names?"

	"Fuck no!  Like Billy's name is..." Doug looked at the ground memorizing
pebbles "Boner Boy -- "

	"Shit that's funny" Moose spat "or it would be if - keep going."

	"And Bo is Muscle Mandingo and all this shit!"

	"But you know it's us right?  You can see us?  Our faces and -- "

	"No not the faces mutherfucker!" Doug finally looked Moose in the face.  He
was out of nails "at least - "

	"Why can't -- "

	"They're covered up - pixelated - y'know.  But I can tell who's who okay?"

	"How many files are there?  How many you see?"

	"I dunno" Doug shook his head "I only paid - fuck!" and he stormed away,
his big shoulders and back bristling with his anger.

	"You what?" Moose was after him, totally spooked now.  He caught him and
had to grab him to make him slow down.  There was a bit of a struggle, but
Doug slowed to an agitated rough stance.  About five feet away from Moose's
fists.

	"I ain't gay!" Doug almost shouted, but Moose could see the inner turmoil
now.  No wonder he had been avoiding everyone.  Shit, the dude's going into
pay sites, featuring guys!  And oops! guess what he stumbles into?  All his
friends naked and...

	"Doug it's Moose okay?" he stood there, trying to look as non-threatening
as a two-hundred fifty mass of muscle could.  And failing as miserably now
as he had before playing the dumb jock in the car "remember me?  Remember me
getting buttfucked in front of - shit!  Was that there too?"

	"Shit!!  I looked through the - fuck!" Doug covered his face, too freaked
to speak.

	"Doug I'm glad you told me this!" Moose came over to him, putting his hand
on the sizzling radiator of Doug's shoulder "you got no idea how important
this is.  And IT DON'T MAKE YOU GAY!" he shouted and whispered at the same
time.  Like that didn't make his throat as sore as shit!

	"It was an accident!"

	"No it was the luckiest fuckin thing!" Moose looked over to the two who
were a bundle of concern and questions.  That's when he saw a white Saturn
pull into the station.  This was getting worse by the second "now listen to
me --- LISTEN Hampton!  No one's gonna think any worse of you than they do
of us - any of us - okay?  But I'm real glad  REAL glad! you 'accidentally'
stumbled into this shit AND..." now Doug was letting Moose steer him back to
the cars "it took fuckin guts t'tell me dude okay?"

	"Y'ain't gonna..." looking at Ern and Hank.

	"Doug they gotta know!  They need to know.  Better they hear it from us
than... the cops right?"

	"But..."

	"Lemme handle it" Moose rejoined the others "that's why I'm the fuckin
captain!"