Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 20:54:56 -0600 From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com> Subject: The Exam chapter 80 Saturday August 10, continued Joel caught up with Kroos as they exited the hallway and went into the men's locker room. Rocko was right with them. "Hey no offense back there" he said, one eye on Joel. "It would be Joel here to whom you need to be apologizing" Kroos had both hands full of clothes and shoes and was storming his way through the bodies towards his locker. Some guys were trying to stop him to talk to him but he was having none of it. Joel was hopping and dodging just trying to keep up with him. And Rocko was rolling through them, ten pins flying left and right, trying to keep up with both Joel and Kroos. "What y'apologizing for?" Joel muttered behind him. "Nothin really. The doc got pissed when I asked him what your sick scene was with all this shit." "So y'think I'm sick huh?" Joel wheeled around. There was no way he could take him, but Joel made up in bluff what he lacked in beef "a sick little fag huh?" "Ease up with that shit" Rocko looked around. A few heads were turned, watching and waiting for the fists to start flying. A few even started "fight fight fight" but Rocko told them to fuck off. He caught up with Joel, "Okay I ain't callin anybody anything here, got it?" "You sure about that?" Rocko caught up with him as he turned the corner, going down the row where Kroos had his locker, "look kid - Joel okay? -- I seen a lot of shit in my day but today - man that was like nothin I ever seen outside the pen - I mean - " "So you were in prison?" Joel looked at him, his eyes traveling over the tattoos and the muscles. "Y'got a problem with that?" "I won't call ya con and you won't call me fag, we clear here?" "I never called ya fag" he almost chuckled to himself "it's not a word I throw around anymore - " "Not since ya been... but we're cool here" Joel held out his hand. Rocko looked around and then shook it. Kroos looked over as he was throwing all his stuff in the locker, pulling out a relatively clean towel. He started to push past them, "You know where I will be" and he was headed for the restroom. "Wait, I..." but Kroos was gone. Joel shrugged and went over to his locker. As it turned out Rocko's locker was in the same row, about a dozen lockers away. "Some time y'gotta tell me about it" Joel said, opening his locker. He peeled off his t-shirt and started tossing off his shoes. He looked over to see what Rocko was doing. The dude was already naked! Joel let out grunt, "Wow" looking at Rocko's naked body. His crotch area, his hips, everything normally covered by shorts was covered in ink. Even his cock looked discolored "dude you are something!" he pulled down his shorts, not too worried about Rocko seeing his aroused state. Rocko looked over and chuckled, "Dude skool... y'can look all ya want" nodding at Joel's cock "y'seem to be enjoyin it an all." Joel grabbed his towel, coming over fast. He just tossed it over his shoulder, waving his growing boner in Rocko's face. "Damn dude! Even your tool's inked!" he lowered his voice. Hell he didn't want to start a stampede or anything "shit that musta hurt like all hell!" "Don't know" Rocko even pulled on his cock, showing all surfaces "I was drunker'n a skunk when he - I mean when it happened." "Like that happened.. y'know.. there?" he did not want to throw the "prison" word around. "Fuck no!" Rocko laughed "I was out by then. It was... ask me some time" he grabbed his towel and unlike Joel, wrapped it around his waist. "Dude y'gotta talk to that Mannie guy some time." "Why?" Rocko looked around as they headed for the shower area. Already the noise coming from there was getting deafening. Joel wondered if they had a live band and a keg in there, from how it sounded. "Dude's got a dick tattoo kinda like yours. A fuckin snake wrapped around it, too fuckin intense!" "A snake?" Rocko stopped "like all the way around?" "Yeah why?" Joel looked at him like he just told him his nose was on upside down or something. "He here?" "He was before" Joel looked around "he might already be showering. Why?" "Nothin no reason" Rocko was suddenly stone-faced again. They were just about to go into the shower area when Joel grabbed him, "Hey about before..." he thought Rocko might take offense by the contact but he was ignoring it "sorry we... y'know almost got into it." "No sweat kid - Joel." "I just wanted to say - t'tell ya..." Joel looked around but even if he was shouting no one could have heard him above the noise "y'know my scene okay? But I just wanted to say I think you a one fuckin stack of hot dude okay?" "Fuck you" Rocko looked at him, but a crack of a smile formed. He shook his head. "No really! You are like somethin outa some kinda jackin biker fantasy. But those dudes are all fat and ugly, you are..." careful, he thought, don't wanna sound like some groupy chick "well let's say when you walk y'can see the trail of hot behind ya okay?" "Dude" Rocko just smirked and headed into the wall of steam coming through the opening "you're a fuckin trip!" and he disappeared in the clouds of fog. Joel was about to follow him when he heard, "Joel!" shit it sounded like his dad or something. He turned and Kroos was coming at him, walking normal. "Feeling better?" Joel was not smirking, in fact he was a bit concerned now "you okay?" "No thanks to you!" Kroos looked at him, trying to be mad. But he was more tired than pissed. "Let's get ya cleaned up. You'll feel better." "No shit!" Joel gave him the strangest look, "I never remember hearing you swear!" "Do not know what has gotten into me!" Kroos belched in Joel's face, his breath reeking of cum "right?" he gave Joel an exasperated look and almost swept him into the shower. They made their way into the shower room, but every shower head was occupied. Some guys were even doubling up on a few, it was that crowded. No one was ready to wait their turns; all wanted to clean up and clear out. That was until they noticed Kroos and Joel joining them. Then the cheers went up, "Let's hear it for the doc!" and the room echoed with "yea doc"s and "way t'go"s and a few other less repeatable comments. At one point the football team started "for he's a jolly good sucker" but Rocko told them to knock it off. They shut up fast. One of the football players, Joel's friend Ralph, saw them and pushed one of his buddies out from under the shower head, "Joel over here!" waving him over "saved ya a spot!" Joel went over to him, flipping the towel over his head to keep it clear of all the water flying around. When he looked back Kroos was trying to find a place then decided to join him. "C'mon Kroos, Ralphy Boy made space over here for us" and Kroos came over, losing his towel as well. Joel noticed the Viagra was starting to wear off. Maybe by an inch if that. Kroos stepped up to them but Joel almost pushed him under the shower. Kroos tried to protest but when the water hit him, he realized how good it felt. Then he felt Joel's hands start to scrub his back. He looked over to see Ralph's eyes bugging out. "What?" Joel looked at him, or rather all of him. This was the first chance he had to check him out, and take his time doing it. No wonder he was so popular. Everything about him was picture perfect. "Dude you just do that?" indicating Joel's hands spreading soap all over Kroos' sweaty back, the fur matted and sticky with all that had happened "y'know just grab him like..." "Ralph we're buds!" looking at Kroos "ain't that right doc?" "Yeah..." Kroos' head was under the shower, almost in another world "we are... buds." "Buds help each other out, right?" Joel looked at Ralph. But Ralph was just standing there, almost ignoring the other football players around him. "I guess..." he watched Joel continue to soap up Kroos' back, but when his hands went down to his butt, he really bugged out. "Joel he really gonna let you do that?" "Sure why not?" "Geez..." Ralph went back to the next shower head, jostling with Brian and Matt and that other guy, Sam? They were finishing up but Ralph kept looking back at his friend Joel, seeing a side of him he never saw before. Joel was concentrating on getting Kroos as clean and relaxed as possible. He knew he was in deep shit with the big guy. And it was only going to get deeper as the afternoon went on. As he stood there scrubbing the big guy, he almost wished he could pick up the phone and call the whole Mort thing off. But the wheels were now set in motion and he was almost as victimized by the relentless trap he has created asKroos now. But that "almost" was a million miles across. When his hands went to Kroos' ass Kroos muttered, "You really do not need to do that." "C'mon doc... Savage" Joel snickered "y'know y'got that goo in there. I'll help ya clean it out." "Right here? In front of..." he looked around. A lot of guys were looking but not everyone. Most were finishing and rinsing "in front of... your friends?" nodding at the group to the immediate left. "So what?" Joel noticed that Ralph kept looking over "not like I can clean y'out in the truck right?" "Well yes there's that..." "Okay lean forward doc" Joel started scrubbing between his cheeks. "Joel we can do this back at..." he did lean forward "when we leave. We can go to my place." "Other plans doc!" Joel bit his lip. Here we go! "after this the guys invited you to chow down dinner. Their way of saying thanks!" shit where did that lie come from. Okay maybe it wasn't all lie. "Seriously? Where?" but Kroos was feeling Joel's fingers start to slide into his crack and find his hole. He hated to admit it, but he would do anything right now to get that gel out of him, even if it meant doing it in a public place like this. So when Joel's fingers started probing and cleaning inside, he just leaned into it. His eyes were closed and he wanted to keep them that way. "Daaaaaam" it was Klu appearing on his right "you just gonna like go n'finger fuck the doc right here? Duuuuude!" "You forget the doc here has that green shit in him, remember?" he was forcing water into Kroos' hole now, getting it to irrigate his sore insides slightly "I know you know what that shit does to your butthole, right?" "Okay okay y'made yer point" Klu looked around "don't gotta... fuck!" he laughed "like it's a fuckin secret or shit" but Klu's eyes were glued on what Joel was doing to the doc. Joel heard rather than saw the room was starting to empty. Well I'll have to remember that the next time I wanna clear a room, he chuckled. He stopped chuckling when he saw Klu start to throw a massive bone right there. Klu was too distracted to notice. He snapped out of it though when Joel said, "Klu this got ya horny? Want the doc here to take care of that?" nodding at the long shiny black shaft rising from Klu's black pubes. Klu made a quick attempt to cover it, then just said "sheeeeet" and let it fly. "Y'ain't talkin bout...?" Klu nodded at Kroos' ass. Joel threw him into a different tack. "Doc how about one more blow job? Klu here's about to bust!" "What?" he slowly raised himself off Joel's fingers and turned his butt to the water, the rest of the irritation going down the drain, "what did you say?" "On yer knees doc. Suck Clue off right here and now." "Joel!" "I say, you do, remember?" "I thought we were finished with - " "Not by a long shot! Do it!" Kroos looked around seeing maybe half the group left. He got down to his knees and before he knew what hit him, Klu's cock was at his lips. The group of football players next to him were in the process of leaving, but this changed their plans real quick. By the time they were toweled off, Klu was humping Kroos' face like it was the most natural thing. Unlike the other dicks earlier, Klu's cock was longer but thinner. It was going right down Kroos' throat. "Sweet jesus" Brian stopped, his towel around his waist "Kroos is fuckin deep-throating the dude! Man now I seen everything!" and like that he pulled his towel to the side and started jacking right then and there! He was hard before Kroos started getting out of breath. Joel looked over at Ralph, expecting him to ease out of the shower room. Instead he just stood there, clutching his towel like mad. From what Joel could tell, he was getting as boned as Joel felt. Joel looked around and the only ones left were the guys from the football team, Rocko and Carl. And Billy. Billy was clutching his towel, showing major bone but not touching himself. Shit, Joel thought, too bad that mexican Jorge ain't here. He'd be blowing a fuse and then some. Rocko was coming over to see what the commotion was all about when Klu pulled his flagpole out of Kroos' throat and started jacking it. He unloaded right then and there, dropping his jism on the wet floor. "Wow thanks doc" and just like that he rinsed off and left. Joel looked at Rocko who could not keep the amazement off his face. "Okay okay show's over" Rocko started shooing guys away and off to the entrance "enough already!" "Aw c'mon dude we're just getting started!" Joel was watching Rocko's crotch for any sign of reaction, but nothing. His balls were low as hell but his dick just hung there, his trimmed pubes wet and not concealing the slightest hint of arousal. "Damnit kid" Rocko looked at him, making sure Kroos got to his feet safely "how'd you like it if someone's makin you do pussy shit like that!" "Deal!" Joel dropped to his knees, almost taunting him to shove it to him. Rocko just shook his head. "Okay you win! You are the s-- wildest dude I ever met!" but he grabbed his towel and started to leave, grabbing a few guys as he did. Joel got to his feet looking at Kroos, "I won't tell ya do somethin I wouldn't do myself okay?" he felt sheepish but he tried to sound firm. Kroos just looked at him. "Careful what you say Joel" Kroos gave Joel a quick scrub and rinsed him off, fifteen seconds flat "someone might just do that." "I ain't kiddin doc" Joel looked down at Kroos' deflating cock "sorry the idea don't appeal t'ya." "Oh it appeals all right" Kroos turned off the shower head, the last one in the room. Suddenly the echoing dripping noise was enough to cause them to take stock of their surroundings. Standing at the doorway waiting for them was nobody else but... Ralph! Kroos and Joel walked up to him, drying themselves leisurely. "You still here? Whazzup?" Joel came up to him first. "Geez Joel..." Ralph looked at his feet "but y'know... before..." "What is it Ralphie Boy. Spit it out!" "Remember what ya said before... about buds helping each other out?" "Still horned from watching the doc here suck off that Clue guy?" Joel looked at the discomfort under Ralph's towel. He was doing his best to hold it to the side, but under the fold was a solid tube of flesh "whip it out dude. Doc'll finish ya off in no time flat--" "Damn Joel!" Ralph looked around, their voices echoing off the hard tile walls "not here! Crissakes!" "Okay, locker room!" "No I was thinking..." he nodded his head down to hall towards the sauna "maybe..." "Y'want a blowjob in the sauna?" Joel even lowered his voice, the echoes were getting to him as well. When Ralph just stood there he said, "deal, c'mon" turning to Kroos "you too stud!" "Joel we just got cleaned up. We don't wanna get sweaty - " "Heat's off in there" Ralph blurted out, like it was an admission of guilt "I mean... they turned it off..." "Okay let's do it. You too!" and he steered both of them into the room. Ralph was half right. The heat was off but it was still warm when they slipped in. The smell of old sweat mixed with the bleach and cedar smells, but it was more breathable than usual. Ralph just stood there. "Sit yer ass down Ralph you stud" Joel pointed at the upper seat. Ralph looked around but they had the place to themselves. Ralph eased himself down, the tent rising as he did. "Y'totally fooled me dude" Joel looked down at his condition "and here I thought y'were getting more pussy'n y'know what t'do with!" "Yeah.. .well..." he squirmed around, waiting for something to start. He freaked when it was Joel that grabbed the towel and pulled it aside. His perfect cut dick was sticking straight up. And when it was Joel's mouth that went down on him he tried to push his head away. "Joel stop!" he struggled until Joel lifted off. "Thought y'wanted to drop a load" Joel looked at him, all smiles. "I did - I do! but..." Ralph looked like he wanted to cum right then and there but he was torn. "What? I give lousy blowjobs?" Joel kidded, looking at Kroos. The doc was just standing, waiting to see where this was heading. "No! I mean I don't know... but" Ralph kept looking at Kroos "I thought..." "I just finished telling the doc here I would not make'm do any shit I wouldn' do myself" Joel grabbed Ralph's seven inches of pent-up horniness "so?" "But we're buds..." "And buds don't - " "It just feels weird.. is all..." "Okay I understand the problem..." Kroos went down and started to play with Ralph's nads. Ralph just eased back, all the tension draining from him. Joel stepped back, letting Kroos take over. When he saw Kroos' finger slide under Ralph's scrotum, he got a better idea what Ralph wanted. When the doc had two fingers up him, he started to suck him off like crazy! When Joel saw Ralph's hand reach out and start rubbing Kroos' hairy chest, Joel almost didn't surpress the chuckle. And when he saw that hand go south all the way to Kroos' meat he just sighed. Ralph you dog, y'been holding out on me dude! The two of the were so into it neither one heard the door open and close. Hell, even Joel would not have noticed had he not felt the cool air hit his bare ass. The next thing he knew he heard someone breathing behind him. He turned around. It was the guy from the locker room! He never left! Joel saw him and whispered, "man you still here?" When Ralph heard Joel whispering he opened his eyes. Shit they had company! He started throwing the towel back over his crotch in a panic, when the guy said "sorry didn't mean to break it up." "Y'ain't breakin anything up" Joel looked at Ralph's panic "easy dude. This guy just wants t'see the hottest stud in school get his dick worked over, chill out, okay?" Ralph sat there, not knowing what the hell to do. After a few seconds, the fingers up his ass persuaded him to stay. Kroos' felt the hand start stroking him again so he lowered his mouth back down towards Ralph's rod, pushing the towel away with the side of his head. But he did not start sucking him right away; instead he went to work on Ralph's balls again. Any thought of leaving went out the window then and there. The guy stood just behind and to the side of Joel so he could see what was going on. He started to say something but Joel just hushed him. The guy's towel was wrapped and secure, but Joel would steal glances at it now and again and it seemed like the dude was having a harder and harder time hiding his "Polish". Joel half-turned making sure the guy saw his full-blown hardon. The poor sucker didn't know where to look next. When Ralph saw that the dude was not going to do or say anything he just closed his eyes again, his hand hanging onto Kroos' cock like an anchor. What was churning in his balls was unlike anything he ever felt. But those fingers in his hole were doing things he had half-forgotten about. Joel saw that Kroos was doing a good job of keeping Ralph happy, and his hard dick on display for them. Joel was keeping one eye on the guy, seeing a growing lump under the towel. He almost choked when the guy removed it! Joel expected to see him in all his glory, but the dude was wearing white briefs underneath. Joel nodded at them with a puzzled look on his face. But the guy's attention was somewhere between Joel's crotch and what Kroos and Ralph were doing to each other. Joel turn sideways so his hard cock actually made contact with the guy's right thigh. He pulled back, a bit alarmed by the contact. But now Joel had a better idea of what the guy was hiding. He looked to be about seven inches of hard cock, uncircumcized Joel could tell, because the head was half-out of the fly. But the guy's hand were nowhere near his crotch, rather rubbing up and down both forearms like he was desperate to keep them busy touching anything but down there. Joel again grazed his cock against the white material and again he tried to back away. This time he ran out of room as his leg backed into the bench. He could either sit down or let Joel get closer. He did not want to sit down and miss what might happen with Ralph next. So the next time Joel eased into him, he sighed but did not move. When Joel felt one of his arms almost graze him, Joel returned the gesture. Now that they were in direct physical contact, Joel eased sideways a bit so his left asscheek grazed the guy's front. He no longer felt that guy's breath on his shoulder. The dude was that keyed up. Ralph's breathing was letting everyone know he could not take much more. Kroos started to really work on making those fingers find the right place. Ralph was almost humping himself up and down on Kroos' hand like he was riding it. The guy behind Joel had resumed breathing, grunting in time with Ralph's flexing muscles. Joel started to grind his butt against the guy in rhythm. That seemed to break down his wall of resistance because the next thing Joel felt was the guy's arm, then his hand, graze, and then stay on his butt. That gave Joel permission to rub the back of his forearm against the front of the guy's briefs. It did not take too much effort and his dick poked free of the fly. Joel looked down and the dude was leaking big time. His cockhead was smaller than the foreskin-covered shaft, giving it a tapered look. But free of the opening the guided missile was now aimed straight up at his navel, not out but up. It looked like it was attached with magnets or something. Joel eased sideways until his left cheek was rubbing against it. The guy let out a low deep moan. Joel slid sideways a bit more, until his crack was rubbing up and down against the underside of that ramrod cock. Joel scrunched his shoulders to the side so the dude had an unobstructed view of Ralph. And a good thing his did because Ralph let out a gasp and his cock started blowing! The first blast hit himself in the belly but Kroos' mouth caught the rest. Ralph just went into orbit then. Joel started speading up his rubbing up and down against the dude's flattened cock. He heard him started to groan when the door opened. It was a very naked Jorge. Jorge stepped inside the room closing the door behind him. But the guy behind Joel could not turn fast enough, almost falling onto his ass on the bench. As he lost his balance his cock spasmed, and a single volley of cum shot out, landing almost at Jorge's feet. He and his towel were gone like they were shot from a cannon. "Sorry" Jorge looked around almost stepping in the guy's jizz "I thought you left." "Y'almost missed out" Joel just reached out and started rubbing his chest, his big brown nipples responding fast. But Jorge's eyes were on Ralph and Kroos. "Sorry, I can split" Jorge started to back away, but Joel grabbed his shoulder. "Stay dude" Ralph started stepping down off the bench "I'm the one leaving" he finally let go of Kroos' cock, his own swinging around still hard, but every last drop licked clean "thanks doc... I own ya" and he re-wrapped his towel and stepped past Joel "same goes for you bud" and gave his shoulder a quick punch then slid past Jorge. That left the three of them. "Joel we should leave" looking at the two "they're closing any second." "It's cool they know we're still around" Joel's hand was back on Jorge's nipples. He was going nowhere "besides Jorge still needs his blowjob right?" "Sheeeeet" but his brown dick was saying: yes yes yes please yes! Joel did not know what happened next. All he knew was that there were hands everywhere at once, everyone grabbing the dicks of everyone at once. Jorge was hard in seconds, but whether it was because Kroos' hands were fighting with Joel's to get at his package or whether his hands were all over Kroos' sweaty dick and balls Joel could not tell. All he knew it they had a three-way circle jerk going when the door opened again. "Dudes we're closing" it was Rocko! But he did not leave. Instead he came into the sauna tossing his towel "but not this second" and he pushed his way into the group. Then it was a four-way circle jerk. Which did not last long before Kroos was on his knees swallowing Jorge's painfully hard cock. And Joel was on his, taking the illustrated wonder that was Rocko's dick deep down his throat. Because he was not hard, Joel had no time getting it down his throat, massaging it with his neck muscles. He slid his hands around to play with his buttcrack, only to find Kroos' hand already there. And it felt like Kroos was giving him the two, and then three finger deal. So Joel sent his other hand over to Jorge's full butt, the asscheeks smooth and soft, in need of a good working-over. Still his throat continued to work on Rocko's dick, even using his free hand to tickle and massage his balls. And Rocko was giving his throat a hard pounding, as Kroos' fingers were doing a real number on his prostate. Joel was in fuckin heaven, his throat full of muscle dick, his hand seeking out and sliding into Jorge's fleshy crack. And that was a big mistake! As soon as his hand found the warm moist crack Jorge started screaming and filling Kroos' mouth with his sixth load that afternoon! Jorge continued to pump and pump like he was glued to Kroos at the crotch. After a minute or two, Kroos finally pulled off, to catch his breath if nothing else. Kroos slowly staggered to his feet, his fingers leaving that hot hole. As soon as he was vertical, Jorge dropped to HIS knees! Before anyone could react he was trying to inhale Kroos' cock! Joel was too busy trying to get some life into that dick buried in his throat but it was no use. Rocko was obviously enjoying it but he wasn't getting hard. Joel was content to keep sucking him all day if that's what it took but Rocko finally eased out of him. "Sorry kid" he looked down at his shiny cock. It was longer than before but still hanging straight down "some other time." "Am I doing something wrong?" Joel's opinion of himself as a class A cocksucker was in serious jeopardy suddenly "what if -" "Ain't you kid - Joel" he corrected himself "shit nobody can deep throat like that! That was fuckin awesome... but..." he looked at Kroos "the doc here probably knows the story." He started to reach for his towel at the same time Kroos pulled out of Jorge's vacuum cleaner. Like Rocko he was swollen - shit he had been swollen all day! -- but he was not steel hard and ready to go. Rocko saw it and nodded "don't you get caught with the roids too doc..." "Steroids?" Kroos reacted fast, pulling Jorge to his feet almost as an afterthought "you've been taking steroids?" like Rocko just admitted robbing a bank! "Sheeet yeah!" Rocko did a double biceps pose "where y'think I get these?" "Damnit Rocko why did you not- you could have come to me and - " "Maybe I will yet" Rocko looked at Kroos' dick "for some of that Viagra if nothing else." "You do not need Viagra - I do not need Viagra!" Kroos looked at Joel "it was just - " "Comes in handy sometimes right?" Rocko laughed "let's get the fuck outa here. I'm sweating like a pig!" The four of them went back to the showers and had just started to rinse when the manager stuck his head in "you dudes got five seconds. Then I'm locking the doors!" and he gave them a chuckle and left. Needless to say they were cleaned, rinsed and toweled in three. In spite of the fact that Jorge started to spring another hardon. And Joel's came and went depending on which way the wind was blowing. Or in that case whichever way the hard slick bodies in front of him turned. They half-ran back to their lockers and threw on their clothes, their bodies still warm and half sweating from the sauna. They had their stuff on and packed into their bags and were heading for the hall when then lights went out. They were sauntering down the hall towards the door, and there was the manager making a point of holding the door for them. "You missed getting locked in by two seconds" he kidded Rocko. As they were leaving, he said to Rocko "next time gimme some advance warning okay?" "What?" Rocko turned but the door was closed and locked inches behind them. They had just been thrown out of the Y! Or so it felt. It was as humiliating as having a bouncer toss you to the curb even before closing time. They looked at each other and laughed. "Hey kid need a lift?" Rocko looked at Jorge. Jorge got a real nervous look, then glanced at Joel. "Don't worry Jorge" Joel laughed "he only looks like a killer. Deep down he's just another horny dude like any of us!" and they all laughed, even Kroos. "Well?" Rocko looked at Jorge again. Jorge smiled. "Sure thanks... stud." "Never get tired of getting called that" he pointed to a car almost in front of the building "even if..." he gave his shorts a tug "if it ain't all the case." Kroos went up to him as they approached Rocko's "vintage" Ford. "I was serious before... why do you not make an appointment... damn!" he looked at Joel "next week is all booked with training camp and everything." "Can't you fit me in before?" Rocko was suddenly serious. Apparently this thing had been concerning him more than he let on before. "Only day before would be tomorrow! Sunday!" Kroos shot Joel a look "and..." "It's cool doc" Joel nodded "maybe we can let ya off the hook after..." shut up Joel! he bit his lip. "After what?" Kroos looked at him. Rocko was already unlocking and getting into his car. Jorge took a deep breath like he was jumping headfirst into a bottomless pool then got in as well. Kroos came around to the driver's side, Rocko rolling down the window, but Kroos' gaze was back at Joel, "what, Joel?" "After tonight is okay" Joel looked down into Jorge's window "you lucky dog. Leaving with the second hottest stud!" "Eat dirt Merklins" but Jorge cracked a smile. "Kroos if y'wanna fit Rocko in tomorrow, up to you." "No more trips to..." "No, no more... road shows" Joel winked. "How about two o clock?" Kroos looked at Rocko. "That'd be great doc! Thanks" and Kroos gave him the address. Rocko knew where it was. "Doc one more thing" Rocko lowered his voice "Joel kiddin before about... y'know... the Viagra shit?" "What about it?" Kroos looked at him. "He really make you take one.. y'know back there?" "Yeah I did" Joel overhead the conversation "and I might make him take another one soon." "Joel!" but Kroos just looked around at the passing traffic. "Could I borrow one?" Rocko looked up at him "y'know that is if you have them on you..." "He does" Joel cut in again "doc go ahead, give him one." "Joel I cannot I will not do that! He does not have a prescription! What if someone - " "I ain't gonna advertise it! I was going to take it..." he looked at Jorge "later tonight. C'mon doc not the whole fuckin bottle! just one okay?" "C'mon Kroos. You're gonna see him tomorrow okay? It's not like -" "What would you need it for?" Kroos looked at him, then at Jorge. "Doc you gotta admit that's one fuckin stupid question" both he and Jorge laughed "and I do mean fuckin!" "C'mon Kroos. One. Not a damned handful!" and Joel looked at him "what harm..." "I see I am completely outnumbered here" Kroos reached into his bag, fishing for the plastic container "but I am most serious. Any of you say anything about this there could be serious trouble." "Kroos geez!" Joel almost shouted "it's me Joel remember? From the office? Y'know with all the - don't tell me about serious trouble okay?" "I mean it!" Kroos looked inside the car at Jorge "if I hear you took this instead, you will regret it Jorge. I talk to the coach I mean it!" "Doc it's for me remember?" Rocko started the engine "the musclehead with the limp bisquit remember?" "If you have any problems tonight I want you to call this number right away" and Kroos handed him his business card "the answering service can reach either me or Doc Reynolds at a moment's notice all right?" he continued to fish in the bag, then found it. With one hand he popped it open and pulled out a single blue pill. Before anyone noticed he wrapped it in a bit of paper and handed it into the car "but I better see you tomorrow, are we clear?" "Clear doc, thanks" Rocko took the paper and unfolded it. He took the pill and put it in his pants pocket "tomorrow at two. I'll see ya" and he put the car in gear. Kroos went back to the curb and the two watched them head down the drive. "I do not know about you but I could use a nap right now" Kroos looked at him as they headed for the truck around the corner. "Me too but I'm starved" Joel smiled "I'm a growing boy. All this sex shit burns the calories." "Very funny Joel!" but Kroos smiled "where are we going? Do we need to change?" "We're fine like this" Joel lied as he went up to the truck. Joel looked at him but realized Joel was still acting like he was in charge "you still insisting on driving?" "Yeah doc, I'm still in the driver's seat" Joel found the keys after a brief moment of panic, and unlocked the truck. He wondered why, since the top was still down. Shit if it had started raining when they were in the Y they would've been fucked. But the weather was pleasant. It was going to be a good night. It was going to be a dangerous night. "So where is this place where we're eating" Kroos yawned. This day was starting to catch up with him a bit. And he had little sleep the night before. They started heading west. "Don't know much about it" Joel lied "but I think it's Mexican or something. It's out in Falls" Joel saw the fast-food drive-through and pulled in. "You just said we're going to have Mexican" Kroos looked at the place "why are we here?" "We need drinks, is why" and Joel pulled around and ordered the extra large slurpies. Joel knew this place was having a special on a new "sports slurpie" they had been advertising so he ordered two. Kroos looked at him askance but took one. They were back on the road in no time. "Y'know I meant what I said... before..." Joel felt the drink go right to his system. Man, he thought, I get so crazy dehydrated. Luckily this is helping big time. He looked at Kroos, who had finished half of his as well. "About what?" Kroos was keeping his eye on the road. As they got onto the highway, heading west he started to get a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach. He tried to pin it on the cold liquid hitting his hot stomach but.. "About not forcing you t'do anything I wouldn't do myself... okay?" Joel looked at him, then went back to the road. Traffic was heavy so he had to pay close attention "I mean it doc. When I make y'do shit... like back at the Y... it's only... fuck!" Kroos' eyes shot to the car ahead of them, thinking Joel was reacting to that. But traffic was smooth and steady. "What? Are you okay?" "Shit I'm fine... what I meant was" Joel kept his eyes straight ahead, not wanting to see Kroos' reaction "one of the reasons I have you do this shit is... cause I... shit! cause I can't! Okay? No let me finish. I can't do half this shit because... who the fuck'd wanna see some fat highschool kid with a very average dick do a fucking naked workout video for one, okay? Or a sex show at the fuckin Y fer another for crissakes! Or any of this shit! No fuckin one! That's who! But you - no listen I gotta get this out - you are like the fuckin hottest thing ever to arrive in this fucked up town. Even that Jocko ain't half the stud as you are - even if he could get it up" he looked over finally testing the waters a bit. Kroos was just deep in thought "okay maybe y'don't think you are all that. But I do and I think half this town does. Shit look what happened in the fuckin sauna! They woulda been lining up t'get a piece of you - they'd still be lining up if they didn't throw us out okay?" "They were just overexcited and horny" Kroos looked out the windshield "and the offer of getting... blowjobs was just - " "Kroos! If I had told them they hadda blow YOU it woulda been the same don't you see that?" "No frankly I do not" Kroos kept his eyes ahead, hoping they would be turning off soon, before... "I think you are seeing things a bit... slanted. I think just because you... like me - " "Kroos I don't just like you!! I - " Joel was happy not to have to negotiate any heavier traffic. His mind was racing all over the place "I mean you know I'm just totally flippin over you!" "Then why - why all this? We could be back at my place in bed just - " "Because as soon as I close my eyes it's all gonna end okay?" but Joel kept going west, K****r and then Falls coming and going "like I told ya I gotta squeeze as much into one totally sex crazy experience and then POOF! this dream is gonna end and I'm gonna wake up, the same slob I was before." "You are not a slob!" "The only reason you're here - I mean I'm here, driving your truck, suckin your cock, having you suck my cock all of this! is because I'm making you! Okay? I told ya, none of this would have happened if I wasn't fuckin blackmailin you okay? Okay?!?!" "Joel you realize you have very low self-esteem, you see that?" "No fuckin shit doc! The fat little faggot thinks he's a big nobody. Bingo!" "You are not any of those things." "Well we'll find out soon enough" and they were leaving Falls. "Did you say we were eating in Falls?" "I lied okay?" Joel came to a red light and looked at him "you probably are getting a real good idea where we're going, right?" "Joel oh no! I hope you are not talking about - " "You got it! Where you will be a fuckin stud star and I'll be pushed off to the fuckin broom closet or worse" Joel cleared the light and turned off to the next highway "that's why I told you I'd do anything I told you to do. I knew it was a totally empty threat, cause when we get to Mort's - yeah that's right Mort's! -- I go back to being a fat slob and you get to be the fuckin sex stud you were born to be - and I get to pretend that's me up there cause that's as close as I'll ever get to being... wanted!" and Kroos, through all the panic and blind anger at Joel, looked over and saw a tear coming down his cheek. How could he hate somebody who was so busy hating himself already. "Pull over Joel. I will drive" Kroos said. "Yeah fuckin right! You'll turn this truck around and this all ends here and now. No fuckin way!" "I mean it Joel! You are in no condition to drive, you are much too upset." "I'll get us there don't worry" but Joel was really crying now. All that had been happening, the week, last night, today! finally caught up with him. The kid had finally blown a fuse. "Joel listen to me" Kroos looked at him "listen carefully I am only going to say this once. So far this weekend I have trusted you, I have put my career my life in your hands! And now you need to trust me, do you understand? If you do like me - if you do... love me, then you must trust me. Please pull over before you kill us please? Joel I am asking you as someone you care about. Please Joel." Joel was bawling now but he eased off the road and into a driveway. He sat there and then the floodgates opened. He just bent over the wheel sobbing and sobbing like it was the end of the world for him. And in a way it was. Now he knew that Kroos knew how he felt about him. And for Joel to have treated him like he did just made him even more a slimeball, more someone Kroos should just despise. When he felt Kroos' arm around him he pulled away, "Don't!!!" he shouted "don't touch me!" "Why not?" "Cause I'm garbage!" he shouted again "look what I been making you do! What I almost made you do! Just because I'm so fucked up!" "You are not 'fucked up' goddamnit!" Joel started to laugh, brittle as dried leaves. "Why is that funny?" Kroos looked at him "I mean it." "No it's not that" Joel started to wipe his face, the crisis passing "it's just hearing you swear. You fuckin NEVER swear" he started tearing again "see what a fuckin good influence I am on you!" but he was not sobbing any more. Just sitting there feeling very stupid and worthless. This time when Kroos tried to hug him he let him. Joel was cried out. "Okay it is time I drive" Kroos turned off the ignition and took the keys. Joel was too drained to stop him. When Kroos got out of the truck, Joel sat there, watching his life spiral down and splinter into a thousand broken bits, no longer worth retrieving. When Kroos lifted him out of the seat, he just sagged against him, feeling the warmth of his body for probably the last time. All he could say was "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry!" He wished he could be held like this forever but then he felt Kroos directing him around the front of the truck into the passenger seat. The worst part was having to let go. Kroos went back around and got into the driver's seat. Instead of peeling out of there, Kroos just sat there. Finally he turned to Joel, handing him his drink. "Your drink is getting warm." "I don't want it any more" Joel sounded like a ghost. He felt even more lost. "Finish it!" Kroos almost shoved it into his hand "I say you do!" Joel looked at him, totally shocked to see a smile in the fading light. He took the container from him and took a sip. It was more melted slush than drink but he finished another two inches of it. "All of it... stud" Kroos' eyes were not leaving him. "Don't call me that! You're just rubbing it in..." "That is all I will call you until you finish that!... stud!" "You're not funny" but Joel took another sip. He sat there until the hollow sucking sound told him he'd hit bottom. Joel almost felt better. The fluid started flushing through his veins, his head started clearing. But that was just from the crying jag wasn't it? "Now you must think I'm the biggest cry baby on top of everything else..." Instead Kroos reached down and found his half-finished drink and handed it to Joel, "now finish that!" "But that's your drink!" "What is the matter? Getting squeamish suddenly?" Kroos shoved it into his lap "you have had your lips around worse - " "Funny Kroos" but Joel cracked a smile in spite of himself. "Or you just squeamish cause my germs were on it" he looked at him, expecting some kind of response. Joel took a swallow almost in spite. "Good! Because then you will not mind this" and Kroos leaned over smashed his lips in Joel's, firm and warm and sending sparks everywhere. Joel almost spilled the drink "and do not start crying on me again, promise?" Joel bit his lip to keep the tears back. He wanted to say a thousand things, but they all sounded like crap now. "Good now you are going to finish that, Joel, okay?" "Okay..." Joel looked at him "you must really fuckin hate my guts!" "I never had someone I just kissed say that" Kroos started the engine "I must be a... 'fuckin' bad kisser." That got a smile and then a small laugh from Joel. He took another draw from the container, feeling it almost empty now. "I guess we can... y'know... go... I mean just take me home" Joel stared out the windshield "you've had enough of me I guess." "Thought you were hungry" Kroos gave him a sideways look "right?" "Not any more." "Too bad..." Kroos pulled out of the driveway and back onto the highway. Joel saw where they were going. They were not heading back home! "What are you doing!?!?!" Joel looked at Kroos "it's over okay we're not - " "They have a... 'fuckin-awesome' prime rib" Kroos looked at him, slapping his hand down on Joel's thigh "you will feel better after you get some food in you." "Kroos no! Stop!" "What? First you want to go, then you do not. Joel if you are going to give me orders you really need to make up your mind." "Kroos we don't - I mean you don't have to. Not anymore. It's over - " "Actually it is not. Over that is" Kroos pulled off the highway, onto the last street. A half mile left and they would be there "you see I would imagine you made certain arrangments, correct? You called people who called other people, correct? To arrange this the same way you arranged that situation at the Y - " "I'm sorry it was a terrible mistake - " "Maybe... maybe not" Kroos' hands were firm and steady on the wheel, knowing this was what he feared, what he foresaw "but now the die is set" Kroos slowed down for the red light "and I know that not going through with this now would be much worse that going. But I do not expect you to understand that. Not yet." "Kroos I'm so sorry!" "Relax Joel this will all be okay... stud." "Please stop calling me that." "We both know before this night is over, I will not be the only one calling you that... stud" Kroos pulled into the parking lot. As they both knew, it was very crowded. He found a spot and pulled in. He turned off the engine and just sat there "I would not say it if it were not true, remember that?" "Let's leave okay? Please Kroos! I'm sorry--" "I just told you we cannot. Not any more. The play has been set in motion and now we must follow it to the end. Besides..." he grabbed Joel in the crotch "it is going to be some wild sex." "Not for me maybe for you." "What if I ordered you to. As punishment. Do you love me enough to do it?" "You're mocking me now - " "Look at me!" Kroos grabbed his face, swinging it around "do I look like I am mocking you? Or do I look very serious?" "Okay you're serious." "Are you serious? Before when you said, you would not do anything yourself you would not force me to do? Did you mean that?" "Fuck yeah I meant it!" "Okay then mean it!" Kroos kept the pressure on Joel's head "you tell me what to do! You say I do, remember? Okay stud, you have this big man at your disposal. You tell him what to do! You want him to walk in there with his dick in his hand? You want me to take off my shirt and go in there with my tits hard? You want me to go in there with that thing shoved up my hole? What you want? You just give me the word and I will do it! You said yourself this is your only chance so you better think fast or this all disappears Joel. Tell me!" "Okay do it!" Joel started wiping his face, getting the tearstains off "gimme something to - no you do it! Wipe my face with - with your sweaty workout shorts! I wanna smell your crotch - I wanna have the stink of your dick in my nose when I walk in there!" Kroos started massaging Joel's crotch "you want me to suck you? You want me to get you hard and dripping so everyone sees what a stud you are when you walk in there?" Kroos reached back and pulled something out of his bag. It was his sweatshirt but he doubted if Joel would care. He shoved it into his face, his other hand still massaging Joel through his shorts. When he felt him start to swell he knew the crisis was over. "Yes told you that you were the stud" Kroos was tugging at his growing cock "feel that? That is real stud cock there! That is the real thing! Okay stud, order me out! Tell me to get my ass in there!" Kroos reached into his bag again, pulling out that plastic container "and what about this?" Joel saw what it was and it clicked. He finished wiping his face, the scent of the shirt having the desire effect. He looked at Kroos, "Y'mean like in the sauna, when your fuckin meat got soft? Yeah Kroos y'better bring'm! I wanna see that dick of yours in full glory again. Shit I wanna see it hard forever!" he took the container from Kroos' hand, pulled it open and pushed a pill into Kroos' mouth. Kroos swallowed it without protest. "Okay get yer ass outa the truck and don't forget yer keys" Joel ordered, his voice now raspy from the crying jag. Kroos got out and before he noticed Joel threw a second pill into his own mouth. When the truck was locked, Joel had Kroos put up the cover. Just in case, he told him. Actually Joel was thinking about all their sweaty clothes in their gymbags. Not like anyone would steal them. He told himself he could think of several people who might want to steal them. His own name was at the top of the list. "Okay doc remember whatever I say you do got it?" hearing the cracking in his voice "and if that means I do it too you don't say shit, got it?" "Yes sir" Kroos looked around at the lot. One couple was leaving but another was approaching the door about the time they were to get there. A nice middle-aged couple dressed for the night. They saw Kroos and Joel and gave them the oddest look, the word "condescending" hardly covering the range of their contempt. When Kroos opened the door for them they rushed passed him, afraid to catch whatever he was radiating. Mr and Mrs Respectable made a point of trying to put as much distance between themselves and the two "ruffians" as they worked their way up to the hostess. Their faces almost cracked when the hostess noticed Kroos and Joel first, waved them forward, and pointed them towards Mort. He looked like he had been waiting for their arrival. Which he had. And it looked like he was desparate to talk to Kroos but they were hedged in on all sides. Joel tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, but saw every attempt go down in flames. When two females started to flirt with him he almost backed into a table. "I honestly did not know if you would show" Mort whispered to Kroos, then noticed Joel "you must be Joel." "Yes" he croaked out "look about this... if maybe - " "Follow me" was all he said and directed them through the first dining area. As Joel expected, a lot of heads turned but he noticed it was mainly the husbands who looked, their expressions all over the board. Joel could not help but feel his crotch bunched and stuffed with his half-hard. But most of the faces bounced once or twice off his then went straight to Kroos. Of course. Mort directed them to a table for two near the end of the main dining room, against the windows. What it lacked in prestige it made up for with a great view of the side lot, lit here and there with colored lights. For the typical couple it would have made a peaceful sight. Joel saw his reflection in the window and almost laughed; it was peaceful all right. The lull before the storm, before all heck was t'break loose! "Okay we talk now" Mort surprised them by grabbing an unoccupied chair and joining them, blocking the aisle but too bad "you first, Joel!" "Look, I'm sorry" Joel started to memorize the drops condensing on his water glass "this was a bad idea okay? Can we forgot about - " "Forget?" Mort almost blurted out, then caught himself and went back to his calm voice. But he was mopping his forehead fast. He was anything but calm "forget what Randy told me when he called - " "Okay that was a mistake, maybe we can - " "He really your cousin right?" Mort stole a sideways glance at Kroos who was just watching Joel carefully. "Yeah but you know that!" "Just double checkin all of this cause I still can't believe what he suggested - " "What did he 'suggest' Mort?" Kroos' voice was even and calm, but his eyes were not leaving Joel. "I thought he was kidding okay?" Mort looked around the room, smiling and waving at a person or two "but when Mister -- I mean when... you know who" looking at Kroos "called then... I thought they hadda be talkin about somebody else. You really gonna go though with this doc? You really agree to do this?" "Do what exactly?" Kroos kept his gaze steady on Joel "maybe it is time I hear all of this..." "Damn..." Mort looked around the room "no way I'm going into details here! There are like kids here! Okay?" his forehead was beading faster than he could keep up "but when I asked them 'the doc? you sure we're talking bout the same guy?' they told me yeah, it was you, you were the one who was gonna do it..." "Do what Mort?" "Do...." looking around "the show... tonight okay?" "Shit you sayin you do a sex show here every night?" Joel's head jerked up. "Keep it down kid" Mort turned redder than before if that were possible. "Man... Randy told me about this but I didn't realize it was like x-rated Vegas out here!" "You sure the kid should know about this?" Mort asked Kroos. "I ain't no kid Mort!" Joel was almost getting out of his chair "I'm the idiot who arranged this mess remember?" "I thought this was Randy's doing!" Mort looked at Kroos, getting more panicky by the second. "After I told him to" Joel collapsed back into his chair, a few people close to him resuming their meal, the crisis diminishing "like the total fuckwad that I am. Look, can't we cancel this? I mean it was just supposed to be a -- y'know private kinda -- just a few guys getting to see Kroos put through his paces that's all! Y'know like a private bachelor party!" and that got a few reactions from two or three within earshot. Just then Joel saw the hostess seat two more late arrivals. Also two guys. Nobody he recognized. One big dude and one average size hispanic guy but they were not sitting. When they saw Joel they nodded. Joel gave them a puzzled look but had no time for more because Mort was losing it fast! "Private? Are you kidding me Joel? You got a weird idea about 'private' Joel. I don't wanna tell you how many people -- how many guys -- are here. Joel, you tell Randy to call how many people?" "Are you saying there are a lot of people here?" Kroos looked around. He saw a large percentage of males in the room but could not guess if this was a normal amount or not. "Yeah doc you could say 'a lot'... like..." "Where are they?" "Some here, some in the bar, some in -" "What?" Joel was the one panicking now "you telling me the whole TOWN?" and at that several more faces turned towards them. This was approaching melt-down fast. "Was this your idea?" from Mort looking at Joel, then Kroos who seemed to be more calm than Joel now. "Fuck no!" Joel whispered, smiling and nodding to a few people looking at him. Everything fine and normal here people! Go back to your fucking food! "I mean, I mentioned to Moose and Billy to see who might be - " "Moose is here? Billy too?" Kroos looked around. "Doc I'm tellin ya like there are more guys here than --" "Where?" Kroos stole a few glances around the room again "I don't see anyone, maybe a patient or two... like Joe Randoff over there, but - " "Trust me they're here" Mort motioned a waitress over "you might want to order and get some food in you before they get wind you're here, you get my drift" he turned to the waitress "Judy, these two are my guests. Anything they want okay?" "Okay Mort" she gave them both menus "something to drink?" "Yeah I'll have a - " Joel started. "Two iced teas" Kroos cut him off "and two soups to start okay?"