Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2008 11:29:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Varsity Tough Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight - Josh and Zack, Ben and Enzo
Josh stared in disbelief. Zack had tricked him into having sex and then
had Mr. Wylie film it. He was in total shock. He began gathering his
clothes and hurriedly putting them on. His dick had shrunk back to normal
size as he faced this terrible situation.
Mr. Wylie came upstairs with his laptop. "I had a hidden camera installed
in here since Zack has such an active sex life. I've made quit a
collection. That's how I keep him in line. This was just one more video.
Want to take a look?"
He calmly set it down on the bed, pressed the enter key, and Josh saw
himself at the mid point of the video, lying on his back with his feet
raised to his chest while Zack not only thrust his bone in and out but
jacked Josh off at the same time. Even more embarrassing was the
expression on Josh's face: he was loving every minute of it.
"Now I'll be on my way. Oh, and Josh, you needn't stay after class for any
training from me anymore. You and Zack can have your own arrangement now."
With that he gathered the laptop and scurried downstairs.
Josh was dressed now. Zack was still nude, his dick eying Josh
suggestively. "Want another taste, Josh?"
"I hate you." At that moment Josh also hated himself for his feelings. He
hated that Zack could have that effect on him, could make him want Zack
when he knew how awful Zack really was.
Zack came over, swinging his dick. "I expect a blow job anytime I want
one. And maybe I'll invite my friends to share in it too. You just need a
little more practice and you'll be a perfect dick slave. That way you'd
not only be able to throw touchdown passes, but to suck the juice right out
of anybody's dick. I bet a lot of nerds and dorks and losers would pay
good money to have a hot jock buck naked kneeling in front of them sucking
their dicks."
"You'd tell other people? Why?"
"Because it's fun. Here you are, Mr. Up-and-Coming Top Jock, and I can
make you do whatever I want. If fact I'll expect a blow job at the start
of lunch tomorrow. I'll decide where later and I'll let you know."
"I won't do it."
"I've got the video. I can make pictures or files from it and send them to
everybody. I could make money selling videos of it."
"I'm going home."
Still caught up in his own thoughts, Zack continued "I could make money off
you too. Yep, I can sell you for blowjobs. And maybe for a butt fuck
too." After a pause he corrected himself, "Maybe not for a butt fuck just
yet. Your tight little ass is too prime to waste on anybody else. After
I've stretched it enough, maybe then I'll sell that part."
Josh thought he might throw up if he didn't get away. He ran downstairs
and headed for home. After a block or so, he stopped by a hedge and
gagged, retching until he could get control of himself. He felt like his
world had suddenly collapsed, as if everything stable was gone and he was
alone.
Josh knew he needed to talk to somebody, but he didn't know who. It was
only by coincidence that Sam and Ted saw him as they drove by in Sam's car.
They honked and stopped, waving him over. When he came to the window, they
saw the look on his face.
"Josh, what's wrong with you? Man you look terrible."
Josh started to cry. He was so ashamed to be crying in front of them, but
he figured when they knew the truth they would hate him anyway, and so
would the whole team.
"Get in, Josh. Tell us what's wrong."
He climbed into the back seat and Sam drove on slowly while they talked.
Ted turned around so he could look directly at Josh. Slowly Josh began to
tell what had led up to today. Somewhat haltingly he tried to tell about
his erections in class and how Mr. Wylie called him up to the front and
then made him stay after class.
"He made you eat a cum sandwich?" Ted was shocked. Sam cussed and gripped
the wheel tighter. "Bastard!"
Josh continued his story, now detailing Zack's part in things.
"You sucked Zack's dick? What was it like?"
"Well it was thick with a big head and the ridge around it â€" "
"Not the dick, stupid, what was it like to suck a dick?"
Sam spoke up again. "Josh, don't go around talking about what people's
dicks looked like and tasted like. That's gay. They'll know for sure
you're gay."
"I'm not gay."
"You think sucking dicks and getting it up the butt isn't gay? If that's
not gay, what is?"
"It's not like that. I got tricked into it. And what's wrong with this
stuff, you guys talk about guys you've gotten, and nobody thinks you're
gay."
"Yeah, but we don't dwell on details."
"Yes you do, Ted. You talk about the basketball player's balls and how
silky smooth they felt and how you played with his nuts like they were eggs
in a sack."
Sam burst out laughing. "He's got you there, Ted."
Ted got furious. "I'm not gay! Josh is gay!"
"I'm not gay! I'm just telling you what happened to me. But let me tell
you the rest."
"Oh god, there's more?" Ted looked like he wanted to hurl.
Josh detailed the rules Zack wanted to impose, and how he would be his suck
slave and butt boy. Then he ended with the video Mr. Wylie had brought in
to show them, and how Zack wanted him to suck him off at school tomorrow.
By that time they were at a drive-in, so they went inside and got shakes.
Josh didn't think he could keep anything on his stomach, but he managed to
get the shake down. They sat at a table away from the other customers, and
huddled and talked.
Sam put it into perspective. "What I see is that there are two separate
problems here. One is Mr. Wylie and one is Zack. Let's deal with them
separately. For now forget about Mr. Wylie. We need to get evidence to
have him removed from school. He was new last year so Ted and I never had
him for class since he only teaches freshmen and sophomores. What do you
think, Ted?"
"My dad is friends with the Superintendent of Education for the school
system. When we get what we need, I can talk to my dad and we can go to
the Super."
"Good point. And Josh â€" this is urgent â€" do not under any
circumstances discuss any of this with anybody else. We'll take the ball
from here."
"OK, but what about tomorrow? What if he makes me suck him off tomorrow?"
"We'll get with some of the varsity tonight and get him before tomorrow.
The varsity looks after its own. You don't need to worry about that. Just
lay off the gay stuff."
"I'm not gay."
"Yeah? So stop telling people what a great dick somebody has. The varsity
will handle this problem."
"Thanks. And after Friday night's game I get to wear underwear again, so
that'll be better for me."
Ted looked at Josh as if he was mulling something over. Then he asked, "So
he really fucked you up the butt?"
"Yeah."
"If you think about doing it again, could Sam and I have a chance?"
"No. Once was enough for me."
"Aw come on. Mine isn't that big. After what you've said about what
Zack's packing, you'd be able to handle ours easily."
"Yours maybe, but not mine" Sam said.
"You don't have as much as me, you're barely four inches hard."
"And you're not quite four. We measured them once, remember?"
Josh looked at them "And you guys claim you're not gay?"
"Well we didn't get all glowing about some guy's dick."
"Right" Sam added "and we didn't jerk off in front of Jennings and Stone
and carry the stuff to Coach in a cup."
"You guys know that was a trick."
Ted grinned. "Well at least we've gotten your mind off your problems. You
look a whole lot better now. It's good to see you smile."
"I don't see why you say I'm gay when it's you guys who make me pull my
pants down and then grab my bone."
"Josh we do that because you get all boned up around guys. The rest of the
team gets boned up around girls. Besides when we grab your bone we don't
go around saying `it's a great bone' or `the head is so great.'"
"I don't want to be gay."
"It's not like choosing a career, it's just the way things are." Ted said.
"Right, and don't go off the deep end over this. These feelings may just
be something unusual that happened. Wait and see how you feel about guys
and girls in a year or so." Sam smiled and Josh felt reassured.
Ted frowned and said, "Tell us about this guy Enzo that Zack said grabbed
him and butt fucked him some time back."
"That's all I know. I don't even know the guy."
Sam said "Enzo? That would be Enzo Festorezie. You know him Ted, Antonio
is his brother."
"Antonio. Yeah, right. Tough guys. Maybe we could bring them both into
this to keep Zack in line. Based on what Zack says Enzo did to him, Enzo
might like to have the chance to repeat it...maybe on a regular basis.
He'd be having fun and keeping tabs on Zack at the same time."
"Great! Now you're thinking." Sam smiled, then quickly saw the time and
said "We better get Josh home and get this thing set up for tonight."
They got up and left quickly.
Across town, Zack was enthralled with his video disc. He lay on the bed
looking across at his computer as the video played. He was still nude, and
now he was as boned as he had ever been. The hot churning in his balls
told him he could shoot any time, but he didn't want to lose his load too
soon. Not while he could see himself looking magnificent fucking Josh, not
while he could see Josh's face and remember again the mouth and the butt
and everything about his new slave.
He stroked his balls while trying not to touch his dick more than
necessary. He wanted to stay boned, on the edge, but he also liked the
power his balls gave him, he liked the warm fire of their strength. He
idly stroked the hairs on the sack, now drawn up tight as an orange beneath
his dick.
He indulged in all sorts of fantasies about what he could do to Josh and
what he could make Josh do. He imagined Josh nude and boned with some of
Zack's friends standing there laughing and pumping a dildo up him while he
sucked off Zack. Or guys paying to paddle Josh's gleaming red ass, and
laughing that Josh stayed hard through it all.
These thoughts would churn Zack up that much more until he had a case of
blue balls from holding back while he watched the video over and over and
fantasized about what he would do to Josh. Glancing toward the window he
realized it had grown dark while he was caught up in his own world of
sexual imaginings.
His folks usually worked late, and would call to him when they came in. He
was about to get up and start turning on lights when the phone rang.
He grabbed it. The voice on the other end said "Zack, this is Enzo. I
need to see you man. I mean in the worst way."
"Enzo? What's up man?"
"I'll meet you out front in your yard in ten minutes. Be there. This is
important."
"Well I'm kind of busy right now â€" "
"Lying on your bed playing with your dick? Yeah I know. I've been
watching you through the window. Now get your ass downstairs NOW or I'll
come up there and it won't be pretty."
Zack grabbed his clothes and wrote a quick note to put downstairs on the
kitchen table for his folks. He'd grab a bite later it said, and they
shouldn't worry.
He was mad that he hadn't gotten off before the call. And he wondered how
much Enzo could see from his upstairs porch across the street. He always
tried to avoid Enzo ever since the time Enzo got him after school and did
stuff to him.
He went out the front door and discovered Antonio as well as Enzo was
standing there. Antonio was three years older, taller, dark eyed, well
muscled and in the opinion of many neighborhood girls, the best looking guy
around.
"Come with us" Enzo said, "there's something back of our house you've got
to see. Hurry."
Zack got caught up in the moment and rushed with them, not noticing how
closely Antonio kept to him. Around the corner to their back yard, Zack
saw too late that most of the varsity team were there, standing silently.
The biggest ones were at the front of the group, standing like giant trees
in a dangerous forest. Zack turned to run but Antonio already had his
powerful arms around him. There was no way out.
It had been decided earlier to use the storage shed that had once been a
garage. A table had been prepared and all the needed equipment was in
place. They had Zack stripped long before they got him on the table.
Rough hands took off every stitch of clothing, and his dick that had been
in such need of relief now sort of flopped around.
Still no one spoke. That scared him most of all. He felt like this was
revenge for Josh but he couldn't think of any way to explain what he did or
why they should let him go. The table had splitters. Every time he tried
to struggle he got scratched. They taped his arms to the top and his legs
to the bottom end of the table. Spread eagled, he was at their mercy.
It was Jennings who spoke finally. "You've hurt one of our team, and when
you hurt one of the varsity, you hurt all of the varsity."
"I got nothing against the varsity, I was only pl- "
"Say another word and we'll tape your mouth shut with a butt plug in it
â€" a used one."
Zack was wild eyed. Then he saw the razors and shaving cream, the bowl of
water and the towels. He was afraid to speak, the thought of the dirty
dildo making him inwardly gag, but he hoped they'd be careful. He moaned
and rolled his eyes.
"I'll do his balls" someone said. It was Ted. Normally the rest would
have laughed and kidded him about being such a ball man. But this was
serious and they didn't want any humor.
He felt the shaving cream going on, and winced. It was menthol and it
stung. Then the razors started in, some at his pits, some on his chest,
along with two guys, one on each leg, and Ted on his balls. Another guy was
shaving his pubes.
He could feel Ted massaging his balls even as he smoothed the cream on.
There was something hypnotic about it, like having an expert give special
attention to your problem. As Ted began carefully shaving the sack, Zack
felt the danger of a nick. The razors didn't feel that sharp, like maybe
they were old ones. He wondered in a wild moment if the team collected old
rusty razors for jobs like this.
Then with all the movement around it, his dick, which had ached for relief,
started up. He was mortified. This was the worst thing that could happen.
But then he found that it really wasn't the worst thing. More `worst
things' were on the way. As his dick grew to full boned height, Jennings
slapped it with an open palm, setting it to spinning back and forth,
bobbing around. "Get that thing out of here!" Jennings said.
The problem was it couldn't go down, not with all that activity around it,
with hands brushing past it, or holding it out of the way.
"Don't let him shoot off" somebody said. "We want to see how long we can
keep it hard without firing."
When finally he was shaved in the front, they loosened his legs and guys
pulled them up to his head, exposing his butt for shaving. "Get every hair
in the butt hole" Jennings said. "If there are ones you can't get to,
here's some sandpaper you can smooth them off with."
Jennings took out the cock cage. He dangled it in Zack's face and said
"When we finish tonight, this goes on. Enzo has the key. It stays on
until he says it can come off. No more jacking off, no more playing with
yourself. Enzo will also have a packet of Fire Balls, and if you give him
any trouble you'll get some of that powder dusted on your balls. It burns
like hell, turns them red, and the more you try to get it off the worse it
gets. The only cure, except waiting ten days for it to die down, is this
salve, which Enzo will also have. But you won't get the salve right away.
You'll be told special things you have to do before you get the relief of
the salve.
"These are the rules: You return the DVD to Josh tomorrow. You never
bother him again and you never tell anybody what's on it or what you have
done. If you fail in any of this, we as a team will see that you
disappear. Do I make myself clear?"
Zack nodded. They were still shaving his butt, and it wasn't pleasant.
Somebody kept rubbing his balls at the same time, which kept him rock hard.
"Enzo will set the rules for when you can jack off. What he says goes."
Then turning to Ben and Enzo, he handed the cock cage to Enzo and said "Why
don't you guys go over there and Ben can get you familiar with this."
Out of the way in a corner, Ben explained the gadget. "This is the one
they had on me for a while. The fiendish thing is you want to jerk off so
bad and yet you can't do a thing. You go day after day wanting to grab it
and whack off, and there's no way possible."
"So the guy with the key has total power?"
"Right. As long as a guy's locked in the cage, he'll do anything you want.
I'd suggest you drain him tonight so he starts out fresh. That's the real
power trip: he won't realize right away what hell it is to want to jerk off
and not be able to."
"I see."
"It'll take a day or so before he starts to really ache to do it. Make him
have to earn the right to be out of the cage. And if you want to really
put it to him, when you take the cage off tell him he can't jack himself,
that only you can jack him. Then after he shoots, put the cage back on.
That way he can't even just touch his dick. It keeps it perpetually off
limits to him. That kind of thing, even though it seems simple, can drive
a guy wild."
"I can imagine. Is that how it was with you?"
"Yes, this last time. But my cock was only caged for eight days in a row
before I got relief. Then it was a couple of days between times."
Enzo was getting eager. His head with filled with ideas and he was
intrigued by Ben's account. Here was a guy who could explain what it was
like to go through that. "You said `the last time'. It had happened to
you before?"
Ben sighed and pulled in closer. The others were too busy shaving Zack and
playing with him to notice. Ben was getting really boned, and he saw Enzo
was too. Ben knew some guys got totally boned just talking about this kind
of stuff.
"Before I moved here at the start of school last year, we lived out at the
lumber mill with all the workers there. It was a rough camp and the
workers' kids were just as rough. A couple of times they would catch me
and put that kind of thing on me. It wasn't a fancy cage like this one.
It was more home-made."
"How old were you then?"
"I was 13 the first time, and then some when I was 14 and 15."
"This kind of thing went on a lot?"
"Sort of. I mean probably everybody got gotten, but you had the chance to
help get other guys too. That sort of made up for the trouble you went
through. Also there wasn't a lot to do at the lumber camp, so we invented
things like that."
Enzo nodded. He was getting more and more impressed with Ben. He thought
a moment and then asked, "Earlier you said to make him earn it? Make him
earn the time out of the cage. How would that work? I really want to
know." His eyes were eager, and he leaned closer.
"Well out there things were different. But for around here, with Zack
right across the street, you could set certain goals like maybe running a
mile in a certain length of time."
"How do I set it up?"
"You could make him run a mile, maybe half a mile out from here and then
back. Time it and afterward tell him the next time he gets the cage off
for a hand job, he`ll have to run that in half the time. Keep a stop watch
and make him run it every day. I think it should take under ten minutes to
do it, but you can figure it out after you see how well he does the first
time."
"So he has something to work toward. But I can still get blow jobs and
stuff?"
"Oh right. Yes, the challenge or goal is different. He has to suck you
whether he's reached his goal or not. Also you can make him tell you
stuff. Like say to invent a sex story for you every day. And tell him
it's got to be a good one to count. So if it's not good or he can't think
of something to make up, tell him that'll add one more day to the cage
after he reaches his goal. Another thing" and Ben paused, looking
embarrassed. "Maybe this will gross you out, but for around here what they
made me do is take an enema every day. I mean whether I needed it or not.
And they'd ask me at school if my butt was clean, and they'd take me in the
bathroom stall and check me out."
Enzo looked like a great light had come on in his mind. "Oh, I see.
That's really good. Oh yes. I like that. Thank you for that."
Ben seemed pleased also. Enzo's dick was jutting out rock hard pointing
up. It punched against the top of his pants. It looked like he had a good
sized one. Ben felt a warm glow, and decided to build on that good
beginning.
"Now with the challenge, once he meets the goal of one mile, then try him
for two miles, or else cut the time for one mile in half. That way he's
always working toward a goal." He put his hand on Enzo's shoulder and
leaned close. He could hear Enzo give a little gasp as he waited. "This
is very important."
"Yes?" Enzo sounded almost breathless. Ben was sure there was a lot of
precum flowing from that bone.
"When he's won a hand job, tell him you only give hand jobs on Sunday. Wait
until he's won it before telling him that. It's the kind of frustration
that can drive a guy wild."
"I admire your ideas."
"It looks like your little friend down there admires me too" he said, and
brushed his hand across Enzo's crotch. Enzo bucked for a second, grinned,
and said "I'd like to talk more with you about all this later."
"Are you going to go up to them at the table with your dick about to jump
out of your pants? Don't you think you ought to get some relief?"
"Maybe later. But tell me, what things out there at the camp got them to
use a cage on a guy?"
`Sometimes nothing at all. They were dick hounds. One guy, Lane, he was
about 21 and he loved to get guys pinned down and make them shoot off in
their pants. And I mean that literally. He wouldn't let you up and he
wouldn't pull your dick out, he'd just find it through your pants and keep
rubbing it until you shot. There wasn't any escape until you shot. I mean
he'd flat out tell you that you better shoot or you weren't getting up from
there."
"Wow. He could do it all by himself?"
"He was about 6'2" and strong. One hand held your wrists pinned above your
head there on the ground, and the other hand was rubbing the front of your
pants. When he first got you hard, he said `There it is! See it?' and
people would crowd around jeering and laughing and stuff. It was
bad. They'd cheer him on. But sometimes the worst was after you shot off."
Enzo was unashamedly rubbing his crotch and grabbing his bone now. His
eyes looked a little glazed. "What was that?"
"Well like I say, he'd draw a crowd. Sometimes even the mill workers would
stand around and laugh. But sometimes it was little kids, like say 9 or 10
years old. Ones who didn't know anything about that kind of stuff. All
they knew was that this was something bad and they loved it. They could
see the stain in your pants and they'd say `Do it again! Do it again!'
Well, one time like that Lane looked down at me with an evil grin, and
started unbuttoning my pants and unzipping them.
"I had on underwear but it was soaked like my pants â€" I always shot
off a big amount back then. So he looks at these little kids and says `If
you kids don't mind sticky stuff, pull his shorts off too.' By then my
pants had been pushed down to my ankles. So these little kids did, and
kept saying `Ew!' and wringing their hands because of the cum getting on
them. He said `Now put the shorts in his mouth and I'll work him off a
second time for you.' Those kids thought that was great. Then he said `If
you're good, I'll let you do it to him too.' Then he added `Not just
today, but anytime.'"
"Wow! What a trip! So what happened then?"
"I rather wait until we're alone and tell you that. It gets really kind of
personal."
He liked the look of agony on Enzo's face. Obviously he was horned and
really aching to hear more, but he didn't want to make the compromise of
going outside with Ben in order to hear the rest of the story. Ben knew
eventually he'd come around, he knew he could handle Enzo when the time
came. He'd dealt with tougher guys than him. The lumber yard had prepared
him for all the dangers and tortures of this life.
"There'd be nothing wrong with us going outside and getting a little relief
together. It's just a bonding kind of thing, not gay or stuff."
"I know" Enzo said with a groan. "I just don't want to do that yet, man.
I just..." His bone was about to break out. He was sweating. The whole
thing had turned him on so badly he couldn't think straight.
Finally he took the bait. "There's more you could tell me if we went
outside together?"
Lowering his voice to a confidential tone, Ben said "There's plenty more,
stuff you wouldn't believe, stuff that would make that bone of yours shoot
off and shout hallelujah."
Enzo was so agonized he could hardly talk. "Real stuff? Stuff that
happened to you? Details and all?"
Ben knew he had him. All he had to do was reel him in. "Honest to god
mind blowing stuff that I went through. Stuff I did to other guys. Stuff
not many people would dare to do. Stuff you'll love and always remember.
Come on and I'll tell you, just us outside together."
Enzo took a deep breath, shook himself, and nodded. But at that moment Ted
shouted "Enzo get over here and check out these balls! Smooth as a baby's
and red as fire."
Hurrying over, he could see the result of the Fire Balls powder. And
touching the balls he could feel the smoothness and at the same time add to
the pain of the powder.
Carefully, with Ben watching, Enzo held up the cage.
Zack was frantic. He couldn't keep his eyes off the thing. "Let me shoot
off first, please!"
That was when Enzo got a better idea. "Put ice on it to make it go down
and I'll lock it on him. Let him start out full and see where we go from
there."
Jennings turned to Ted and Sam. "We sure picked the right guy for this
job."
Sam said "Yeah, and I've been watching Antonio. He's been hooked on this
stuff, can't keep his eyes off it. They'll have a lot of fun with Zack."
Once his dick was down and locked in the cage, Zack was given his clothes
back and told to report to Enzo first thing in the morning before going to
school.
As the team filed out, Enzo gave Ben a longing look. Leaning close, Ben
said "I'll drop by after practice tomorrow. That way I can see how Zack's
doing and you and I can talk about that stuff."
Enzo gave him a grateful, almost puppy dog look.
Jennings asked Sam if he had talked to Josh. "Ted and I are going over
there now" he said.
In his upstairs bedroom, Josh had not yet fallen asleep. He lay there with
a desk lamp still on, wondering what the morning would bring. He rolled
over and was about to turn the light out, when he heard the sound of gravel
hitting his window. Last summer that was something his friends would do to
call him outside. But it hadn't happened since football practice and
school had begun.
He went over to the window and looked down. There in the side yard below
were Sam and Ted. They were motioning him to come out. Wearing only his
briefs and no shoes, he went silently down the stairs and outside.
"How'd you know which room was mine?"
Sam grinned. "Jennings told us it'd be the one with Hinson Stallions
stick-on logos pasted on it."
"Oh."
Ted grinned. "It's good to see you when you're not boned."
"I wish you guys wouldn't always talk about stuff like that. It makes me
really uncomfortable."
"Well we need to talk to you. So pull your shorts down."
Josh glared at them. `Why do you guys always try to make me do that? You
said yourself that I'm not boned."
"OK" Sam said matter-of-factly, "we just said to pull them down. You didn't
do what we said, so now take them all the way off and hand them to me. We
gave you a choice of the easy way or the hard way. All the way off and in
my hands."
Ted was right behind Josh. In one swift movement he yanked the briefs off
and with one arm around Josh lifted him off his feet so he could pull the
shorts off. He tossed them to Sam and set Josh back down.
"Big deal" Josh said. "You guys are like 6" 3' and over 220, and I'm 5"9'
and 140 pounds. You know you can do anything you want to me and I can't
stop you."
"Aw little buddy, you know we just like to see the real you" Sam said.
"Look at that smooth butt, Sam. See how it curves? It looks like it's as
smooth as a baby's. Makes you just want to kiss something, doesn't it?"
Josh got ticked off. "You guys talk that way and yet you say I'm the one
that's gay."
"Don't get mad, Josh. We came to tell you that everything's settled,
everything's going to be OK. You're off the hook. The team will never see
the pictures and nobody but us will ever know what happened."
Josh grinned at Ted. "Thanks, man. What did you do to get it fixed?"
"Well it's not totally fixed yet, but it will be by tomorrow morning. The
main thing is to be cautious for the next few days and try not to do
anything gay for a while."
"I'm not gay."
"That's what you keep telling us."
Sam spoke up. He still held Josh's briefs. "Let's come to terms with the
underwear thing, Josh. The team gets to all wear underwear after the game,
but we're saying we don't want you to."
"I've already explained about my mother...and besides why would I have to
do something nobody else has to?"
"Because you're our little buddy."
"I'm not little. I'm 16."
"OK then let's just say its because you're our buddy and we like to be able
to check you out when we went to."
"No."
"Sam, let's take him for a ride in the country. Maybe some fresh air will
clear his mind. He can sit on the front seat with us â€" in fact he can
sit in my lap."
"Yeah Ted, let's go over to the car. You'd like that, wouldn't you Josh?
Riding buck naked in a car at night with your two best friends? All of us
close together, hands going everywhere, the dark night keeping anybody else
from seeing anything."
Ted said, "Look, he's boning up. All we had to do was use the right words.
Our little...I mean our `good' buddy just can't keep his desires secret
from us."
"Yeah, it's the first time we've seen him boned with no clothes on since
the day in Chet's truck, the initiation by the creek."
Ted asked, "How big is that thing of yours anyway? Damn it sure stands up
straight."
"Six inches."
"Are you sure?"
"I never measured it but my brother said it was."
"You get your brother to measure your dick?"
"Not exactly."
Sam shoved the briefs in his pants pocket. "Well what exactly, then?"
Josh sighed. "It was just before Troy went away to college. He and a
buddy came in one night and I know he had been drinking. Anyway they came
to my room and were sort of giggling. I was sitting on the bed and Troy
grabbed me. He got his friend to pin my hands down behind my head while he
sat on my chest and pulled my stuff off.
"Then he starts playing with my dick and asking me how many inches do I
get. I told him I didn't know. So his buddy hands him a paper bag and
they laugh and he keeps working my dick. Then he pulls out a ruler and a
roll of gauze. He lays the ruler under my dick starting from my balls
going out, and wraps the gauze around it all.
"So they keep laughing and stuff, and then he slowly slides the ruler in
and out. All the way in it touches my balls, and all the way out it almost
pulls out but he doesn't let it. I was getting really hard because it was
such a weird feeling."
"Did it hurt?"
"Not exactly. By that time my precum was flowing pretty good so it was
sort of greasing the ruler. And Troy and his idiot friend kept calling out
sizes as the ruler went in and out. `It's four inches and falling. It's
three and sinking fast . It's down to two.' Then a pause and they'd
rattle the ruler sort of flipping the head and getting me even more boned.
Then they'd start pushing it back in saying `It's up to five now. It's
growing. It's becoming a monster. It's a six! Yeah! Look out world,
Josh has six inches! Way to go Josh!'"
Sam and Ted leaned in close. "What happened after that?"
"Aw guys, don't make me have to tell you about stuff like that."
"Aw come on Josh. You're so horned from telling us you are dripping precum
all down your bone. If you don't tell, we'll take you to the car for that
ride in the country."
"OK, I'll tell. Troy says `You want to see what he looks like when he
shoots off?' His buddy says yes and Troy picks up speed with the ruler.
As I was near to cuming, Troy says `Watch his face. See that? See how he
starts to grit his teeth and do his mouth funny?' And the stupid guy says
`I didn't see that.' So Troy gets it to the edge again. All this time the
ruler is like friction working away on me, and even with tons of precum
lubing it, it's beginning to burn. Troy knows this, so he asks me `Want me
to jack you off by hand?' I say yes and then he makes me ask him word for
word to jack me off and I have to say please. Well his buddy is laughing
and falling on the floor and all. Well all this noise alerted my mother,
who was coming down the hall calling to us asking what we were doing.
"Troy pulled the covers up over me but the gauze was still wrapped around
the ruler and my dick, so the covers looked like a 12 inch tent pole was
sticking up. Troy's friend got around on the far side of the bed and
crouched down low. He put his hand under the covers and held my bone flat
against my stomach.
"That would have gone great when my mom came in, except she could smell the
alcohol in the air. `Has someone been drinking?' she asked. `Josh has'
Troy said. I started shaking my head `no' but then Troy's friend got the
bright idea to play with my dick while he was holding it flat. He didn't
do enough movement to make the covers move, but he sure got to work with
his fingers.
"Mom looked at me in shock. She's death on underage drinking. `Have you
been drinking?' I tried to answer her but this guy had really magic
fingers and I was about to shoot my load. I mean right there in front of
my mom. I was sort of gasping and scrunching my face and I said
`No...I...promise...(ugh) I haven't...(ugh) haven't...' With that I shot.
She couldn't see it of course. I just rolled over the other way from her.
"'You sound like you're drunk' she said. I was gasping for air like I
always do right after I shoot. Man that's the most intense
experience...every time. Well Troy said he would handle me and finally she
left. Those two guys laughed at me but it was terrible. Anyhow that's how
I know it's six inches."
The three of them stood there in the darkness. Then a light came on
upstairs. Looking up Josh said "That's Pete's room. Tommy's still staying
with us. They must have heard noises out here. If I know them they'll come
running out any minute. Let me have my underwear back."
Sam kept his hands in his pockets where the underwear was stuffed. Josh
looked at him. "Come on, Sam. It's my little brother and his friend
who'll come running out...and maybe my mom if she hears commotion. Please
man, it's bad enough being boned, but naked?"
Sam had a twinkle in his eye. "Then you'll agree no underwear even after
Grove Hill?"
"Aw please man. That's just plain mean."
They were in the side yard but they could hear the living room door open
and footsteps on the front porch.
Sam stood still. "They're coming."
"OK. Just give them to me. OK I promise. You win. Come on now."
Sam pulled them out and handed them over. Ted slapped Sam on the back and
congratulated him on a good maneuver. Pete and Tommy rounded the corner
and saw them just as Josh got his jockey shorts pulled up. His dick still
poked out from just below the elastic waist, its head clearly evident.
Sam and Ted took off, moving past them just as they came up to Josh.
"What were you all doing out here?" Pete asked, rubbing sleep from his
eyes.
"It looks like they sere having fun" Tommy said, pointing to Josh's dick
head pushing angrily against the white fabric. He giggled. "Can we see
it?"
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End of Chapter 8
(Thanks, guys, for the emails. Much appreciated. - Bart)