Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2002 11:29:59 EST
From: CobbleHillGuy@aol.com
Subject: Crossing the Line chapter 7

Crossing the Line: Chapter Seven
by CobbleHillGuy

(This story is a work of erotic fiction containing graphic scenes of sexual
activity. If you're under the age of consent, if this sort of material is
illegal in your community, or if you are offended by good old-fashioned smut,
don't read past the end of this sentence. This text and all characters
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Previously in Crossing the Line: After Dan Russell caught his 17-year old
son, Josh, masturbating, the two of them went from jerking off together to
having all-out sex in a matter of days. Josh fucked his dad and Dan even
tried sucking Josh off. Dan also had a brief j/o session with neighbor Billy
O'Reilly. When last seen, Billy was freaked out over what he'd done.
Meanwhile, Dan's oldest boy, 20-year-old Ryan, has dropped out of college and
returned home. Ryan shared the news that at school, he and his dorm buddies
hung out naked together and often jerked off in each other's presence. He
managed to coax his brother and father into stripping down with him before
bolting from the room. Dan and Josh decided to test the limits of Ryan's
homosexual desires and the following morning, each of the guys let Ryan
"catch" them masturbating. Josh even had Ryan assist him in sucking his own
dick--and at climax, Ryan was so bold as to take a lick at Josh's tight
little asshole, a move he claims was an accident. Now, a semi-conflicted Ryan
is alone in the house, in Josh's room, where he's stumbled across a pair of
Josh's socks...socks that the kid used to wipe up his load the night before...

*   *   *

Feeling curious, and more than a little guilty, Ryan took one of the socks
and brought it to his nose. He didn't know what to expect, but the combined
odor of mild sweat and hours-old jizz caused his balls to produce the
smallest drop of precum. That was a surefire sign that he was
excited--normally, Ryan's dick was dry until the big finish.

Squeezing his cock, he began sniffing the black sock-turned cum rag, really
getting off on it's masculine scent. This wasn't as good as the smell of
Josh's ass, but it was close. Without even thinking about what he was doing,
he took the second damp sock, and slid it over his dick. Now he was jerking
off into it while practically sucking on the first sock. He closed his eyes,
lost in his raunchy experience, while he fucked his hand. This was
wrong--totally twisted, but he didn't give a fuck.

He was so lost in this dirty thoughts that he never heard the sound of
footsteps coming up the stairs, and he never saw the person standing in the
doorway until it was too late.

"Ryan, just what the hell are you up to?"

He opened his eyes, found himself staring into a familiar face, and struggled
to find an answer.

"Oh my God, Grandpa!" Ryan sat up, dropped the sock in his hand, and
scrambled to cover himself with whatever sheets he could grab. "I...uh--this
isn't what it looks like!"

Roy Russell was an imposing figure in the doorway, standing 6'2", weighing a
solid 185 pounds, and fully dressed in his police uniform. His gray hair was
the only indication that he was 56 years old, with his youthful face and lean
musculature, he didn't look a day over 45. In fact, he bore a passing
resemblance to actor Ed Harris, and if need be, he could pass for Dan's
brother. "And just what DOES this look like, Ryan?"

"What're you doing here? Why--"

"Your father called and told me you were thinking about joining the force. I
thought I'd stop by on the way to the precinct. But wouldn't the better
question be what are YOU doing here? In Josh's bedroom? Like THAT?" Roy
strode into the room, his hips weighed down by all the equipment around his
waist...his holstered gun, a nightstick, some handcuffs.

Ryan held up his hands defensively. "I can explain, Grandpa! Nobody was home,
and I came up here to--"

"Those are Josh's socks, aren't they?" The older man was now towering over
Ryan.

"N-no...they're mine...I..."

"Shut up, Ryan. You know how I hate liars."

"I'm...I'm not..."

Roy now had a hand on Ryan's bare shoulder, his grip firm and authoritative.
"What hope do you have of making it as a police officer if you go around
telling lies."

Ryan looked down at the floor.

"Look at me, boy."

Ryan forced his head to rise, and he looked cautiously into his grandfather's
eyes.

"Now, do you want to explain to me what kind of queer shit you're getting up
to?"

"I was just...horny...Grandpa...and nobody was home..."

"So you thought you'd come into your brother's room and start sniffing and
whacking off into his socks, huh? What kinda perverted fuck are you, kid?"

"I NOT a pervert! I was just--"

"Save it." Roy quickly reached down and pulled the sheets off Ryan's naked
torso. The boy sat there, fully exposed--except for his hard dick, which was
still covered in Josh's jizzy sock. Roy looked down at this display. "Not a
pervert, huh? Then how d'you explain THAT?"

"I--"

"Shut up." He reached down and grabbed Ryan's sock-encased penis. "Looks to
me like you're still pretty excited. Don't you know right from wrong, boy?
Don't you know ANYTHING?"

"Grandpa...I'm sorry."

After one more squeeze of Ryan's dick, Roy let go and stepped back. "Looks to
me like I'm gonna have to teach you little lesson."

"Huh?" Ryan's eyes went wide as Roy walked over and closed Josh's door.

"You wanna be a pervert, sniffing your kid brother's socks? Jacking off into
`em? I'm gonna teach you a thing or two about being a pervert...maybe THAT'LL
set you straight." In one deft move, he reached over and pulled Josh's desk
chair over to the bedside. He sat down. "Now, boy, get on your knees."

"What? Grandpa, is this some sort joke?" Ryan forced a weak smile. "Because
this is really nothing to be--"

Roy stare was ice cold. "Get. On. Your. Motherfucking. Knees."

With nothing left to say, Ryan moved from the bed to the floor. In a second,
he was kneeling before his hot cop grandfather.

"Good boy...gooood boy," Roy said, and patted Ryan on the head.

Despite his erection, Ryan instinctively reached for his crotch to remove his
brother's sock from it's perch.

"No," Roy commanded. "You want to play `Hide the Bone' with your baby
brother's socks? You think that's hot? Leave that thing right where it is."

Ryan simply nodded, his heart racing. He'd never seen his grandfather like
this...so angry...so forceful. Something wasn't right, but what...? And how could
he still be so turned on?

"Take off my shoes." Roy leaned back in his chair and stretched out his legs.
His shiny black shoes inches from Ryan's folded knees.

Hesitantly, Ryan reached down and delicately undid the laces. He remained
focused on his task, afraid to look into Roy's angry gaze. After they were
untied, he slid first the right shoe and then the left off his grandfather's
big feet.

Roy wiggled his toes. "Now...sniff `em."

Ryan was about to protest and then thought better of it. Part of it was the
fact that he was so intimidated by his grandfather...but he was also
curious...and more than a bit turned on. Taking hold of both feet by the heels,
he raised them to his face and inhaled deeply. The strong aroma of sweat and
leather caused his dick to surge, and it was only the fear of embarrassment
that kept him from cumming. The dark socks were soft against his skin, as he
buried his nose in his grandfather's moist toes.

"You like that, boy, huh? Yeah...I can tell." Roy began rubbing his feet all
over Ryan's face. "You know what I'D like?"

Ryan pulled back and looked up at his grandfather blankly.

"I'd like you to take off my socks."

Without question or argument, Ryan reached under Roy's dark blue uniform
pants, and took hold of his black socks by the ankle. He peeled first the
right, then the left sock off, and sat there, holding one in each hand.

"Well, what the hell are you starin' at, boy? You know what to do!"

Again, Ryan leaned in and went to work sniffing his grandfather's feet. As he
did so, he looked up and watching Roy grope himself, his long, hard cock,
clearly outlined in the leg of his pants. What the fuck was going on? This
could not be fucking happening, he thought, even as Roy pressed one of his
big toes against Ryan's lips, forcing them open. "Start suckin'," he
commanded. Ryan did as he was told, wondering where this would end and hoping
that, at the very least, it would be over before his father or Josh came home.

"Now the rest of `em," said Roy, grinning wickedly as Ryan sucked all ten
toes, together and separately. The boy ran his tongue between them, leaving
them shiny and wet with saliva. When he thought Roy wasn't looking, he even
gave his cock a squeeze.

Suddenly, Roy pulled his feet away, planting them firmly on the floor.
"Enough of this foreplay shit!" He stood, grabbing a befuddled-yet-horny Ryan
by the upper arm. "Get up and get on the bed--Grandpa's got a surprise for
you!"

Ryan did as told, rising from the floor--mostly under the power of Roy's
strong grip--and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm not here to serve you tea--lay down, for Christ's sake!"

A shocked Ryan continued to obey. He lay on his back, lengthwise, on his
brother's bed. Glancing at his crotch, he saw the black-socked tower that was
his dick at full mast, but at this point, he was too nervous to be
embarrassed. And too turned on, as well? No. He pushed the thought out of his
mind.

"Grandpa...um...what're you?"

Roy stood over the bed. "How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?"

"But I--"

"Ryan?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut. The fuck. Up."

Ryan lay there, silent and still, unprepared for Roy's preternaturally fast
movement as the older man practically swooped down, grabbed Ryan's left
wrist, and pulled his arm up toward the headboard. Before the boy could even
react, he heard a click and felt a tightness around his wrist. He was
handcuffed. Holy fuck. Handcuffed.

He desperately wanted to ask his grandfather why this was happening. WHAT was
happening? But he couldn't speak. His mouth opened, but words refused to
leave his lips. A sudden irrational thought ran through his head ("The keys
are in the elephant.") and for a second he seemed to have figured it all
out--the answer to Roy's strange, sexually perverse behavior was right in
front of him. But a second yank of his arm and a click around his other wrist
pulled him back into the moment.

He lay there, naked and immobile. His grandfather had handcuffed him to the
bed with two sets of cuffs, and there was no escape.

Roy began to speak, and as he did he was removing his clothes. "Now, when I
came over here today, I had nothing but joy in my heart. My first grandchild
was planning on joining the force. Do you know how PROUD that made me?" His
unbuttoned shirt revealed a bare and hairy chest. In a second, Ryan would see
his nipples. Why was that all he could think about? "Then I get here and find
that same grandchild--a future police officer--doing queer shit in his
brother's room, in his brother's socks..."

Roy discarded his shirt, revealing his lean, muscular frame to his prone
grandson. As if aware of Ryan's interest, he pinched one of his nipples.
"Now, I've got nothing against that sort of behavior when it involves two
consenting adults. But little Josh isn't of age, is he? Last time I sent him
a birthday card, he was seventeen..."

He unbuckled his heavy belt and holster, draping them over the chair, and
then started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. "So I ask myself, what
kinda sick fuck gets off thinking about a boy like that? `Cause that's what
you were doing, right? Thinking about your kid brother?"

Dropping his pants around his ankles, Roy stepped out of them and kicked them
aside. Now he stood there clad only in a pair of tented navy boxers, smiling
at the sight of Ryan shaking his head `no' while the boy's eyes were fixed
on his crotch.

"Yeah...yeah, you were. No point in denying it. I know you were thinking about
that smooth ass off his...that SMELLY ass of his."

"WHAT?!?"

"Did you like the TASTE of it? I know you did."

How could Grandpa know about that? Did Josh tell him? Oh God, this was insane!

"You wanted to get a REALLY good lick, didn't ya? But you were afraid. I
know...I know everything." Roy yanked his underwear down. Once they pooled
around his feet, he stepped out of them, and stood naked in front of his
grandson. His cock stood, large and erect, from a hairy bush, and his balls
were two massive orbs below it. A single bead of precum had formed at the tip
of his dick.

"Nn--no...I..."

"Well, before you go messing with innocent high school boys, I think you
oughta taste the REAL thing. Start off with a fucking man's ass--MINE!"
Before Ryan could protest, Roy hopped up on the bed and squatted over him. In
what seemed like slow motion, he began to lower himself down over Ryan's
face. He could see those hairy cheeks and that pink hole getting ever
closer...he could smell his grandfather's raunchy ass. And as much as he
wanted to say "no," to somehow break free and push the man off of him, all he
could do was stick out his tongue and wait to make contact.

When he did, he came into Josh's black sock.

Roy was grinding his asshole against Ryan's open and greedy mouth.
"Yeah...suck my asshole! Lick it! CLEAN it!! I KNEW you'd like that, boy! Look
at what you did to Joshie's sock! Damn near soaked it through, huh? And
you're STILL hard!"

That was true, too. Un-fucking-believable. Ryan seemed to have tapped into an
endless well of lust. He stuck his tongue as far up Roy's tight man-hole as
possible, loving the way his grandfather would flex and contract his
sphincter around his wet mouth-probe. Ryan's face was slimy with spit and
sweat and God-knows-what. It was disgusting. And it was HOT. If not for the
fact that he was handcuffed to the bed, he would have started jerking off by
now. But he WASN'T gay, dammit!! It was only because he was being
forced--after he'd already started jerking off--that had to be it.

"She sliced the onions, but we were out of Styrofoam..." his grandfather
whispered. What the fuck? Grandpa wasn't making any sense. Was that it? Was
Roy on drugs? It would explain a lot, but it was so unlike the older man--this
awarded police officer--to do something like that. But wasn't this lewd
behavior unlike him, too? Ryan felt dizzy, and had a brief sensation of
drifting across a pool on a raft, before snapping out of his daze and seeing
his naked grandfather rise from his squatting position.

Roy stood beside the bed, looking down at his captive grandson. He was
wearing his uniform shirt again, unbuttoned. When did he put his shirt back
on? Ryan felt nauseous. He must have blacked out for a minute. He closed his
eyes and when he opened them, the shirt was gone, and Roy was standing
closer. "Turn your head, boy--this way."

Taking Ryan by the chin, Roy turned the boy's face sideways, and then,
squatting slightly, he pointed his 9-inch cock toward Ryan's open mouth and
slid it in. "Unnggghhh, yeaaaah! Fuck, YEAH! Don't just lay there like a
fool--SUCK IT!"

Using his tongue and whatever momentum he could get going, given his
position, Ryan got to work servicing Roy's cock. It seemed even bigger now
that it was in his mouth. He could feel it against the back of his throat,
but there still seemed to be another 6 inches between his lips and his
grandfather's thick, gray pubes.

He could taste Roy's salty precum, and Ryan had to continuously swallow as it
leaked out of the man's cock and dripped down his throat. "Do it right,
Ryan...or I'll piss down your throat." Ryan's heart skipped a beat after
hearing those words, but his dick swelled again.

Roy seemed to take notice and reached down. "I wouldn't touch this little
prick of yours if it wasn't wrapped up so pretty." His grip on Ryan's penis
through the cum-soaked sock was almost more than the young man could bear.
"But seeing as how it's all covered up..." Roy began jacking Ryan off while
getting his dick sucked.

Ryan began to moan. He was getting to the point where he didn't care who
heard him or who walked in. Maybe Dad and Josh would interrupt this depraved
scene and they'd all take turns with him. Josh could sit on his face while
Dad fed him his dick. Grandpa could...

Suddenly, Ryan realized he wasn't sucking cock anymore. Roy was now on the
bed, between his legs. He was lifting them, actually, resting Ryan's ankles
on his strong shoulders. How did he get over there so fast? Ryan wondered if
he'd blacked out again...then he wondered if HE had somehow been drugged. He
realized what was about to happen and his eyes went wide.

"Yeahhh...that's right. You're gonna get fucked. I know you want to. I know
it's what you're thinking about. You wanna be dirty and raunchy, eat sweaty,
smelly assholes...suck cock. And this..." Roy pointed his impossibly massive
cock at Ryan's virgin hole. "You want this." Roy pressed the tip of his dick
against Ryan's twitching anus. "Don't you?"

Ryan closed his eyes. "Yeah...yeah, I think I do." He opened his eyes again,
ready for what was to come. "Fuck me, Grandpa. Please...fuck me."

Roy smiled...nodded...then, with astounding ease, he slid his prick right into
Ryan's asshole. Ryan let out a huge moan--not of pain, but of pleasure--as Roy
began sliding the length of his unlubricated rod in and out of his rectum.
Ryan couldn't believe how good this felt. Roy started fucking him harder,
faster, but no matter how quick the pace got--or how aggressive Roy got--Ryan
wanted more. He spread his legs and Roy took hold of his ankles, using them
for leverage as he rammed his grandson's ass.

"Fuck me, Grandpa, fuck me, FUCK me!!"

He looked down to see that Josh's sock was gone from his dick, and Grandpa,
in an amazing display of dexterity, was leaning down and sucking him of
f--never missing a beat in his jackhammer-like fucking.

"Yeah, Grandpa!! YEAH!!"

"I'm gonna cum, Ryan!"

"Do it, Grandpa! I'm gonna cum, too!"

"In my mouth, boy--I'll swallow it!" Roy paused. "But I'm gonna cum up your
tight little ass."

Ryan nodded, and just as he started to unload in Roy's mouth, he could feel
his insides heat up. His grandfather was cumming up his ass, as promised. The
headboard slammed against the wall. "Yeah, Ryan, take it! TAKE IT!" Ryan was
shooting off what seemed like gallons of cum into Roy's mouth. "Uhhhh!!
YESSS!" Ryan reached down and held Roy's head down so the older man wouldn't
miss a drop. "Wait, what happened to the handcuffs...?" Roy plunged one last
time into Ryan's hole, letting the last of his jizz fly, and the boy looked
down, surprised to suddenly see his father there, fucking him, instead of his
grandfather.

"Dad?!?"

Cum was leaking out of his asshole. The room was spinning.

"DAD?!?" Dan winked at Ryan, pulling his dick out of the kid's ass. Then it
WASN'T Dan--it was Roy again. He was wearing his police hat and using the gun
he was holding in his hand, he pushed it up, away from his forehead.

"Guess you really are some kinda homo, then...aren't you?" Roy pointed his
naked cock at the kid and started pissing on him. The hot, wet liquid was
soaking him AND the bed. Christ, how was he ever gonna explain this?

"Grandpa..." As Ryan started to speak, Roy pissed into his mouth, causing the
boy to gag.

"Swallow it. DRINK it!"

Ryan swallowed. He drank. And finally, he forced himself into a sitting
position, despite the strange feeling that gravity was working against him.
This was madness, and he had to get away--if only the damn room would stay
still. With a lurch, he threw himself off the side of the bed...and fell. And
fell. And fell.

"Ow--FUCK!" Ryan exclaimed, finding himself on the floor after having fallen
out of bed. He crawled up into a sitting position, rubbing his shoulder.
Josh's black sock was still on his dick, only now it was twice as wet now
that Ryan had shot his spunk into it. He was alone in the room. "A dream...a
fucking dream," he said out loud, as he pulled it off. "DEFINITELY
un-fucking-believable." He sat silently, trying to remember what it was
about, and as he did, he absent-mindedly reached down and touched his asshole.

Everything came back to him in a rush: Grandpa. The handcuffs. The ass-eating.
 The blowjob. Getting fucked. Getting FUCKED!?!

In his dream, his grandfather had fucked him up the ass. And he liked it! How
could that be? He wasn't gay--and he'd have to be gay to...

He spoke to himself one more time. "Shut up, Ryan," he said. "Just stop
thinking so goddamned much."

Still naked, he walked down the hall to the bathroom and took a piss.

*   *   *

"A psychiatrist?!? Are you SERIOUS?"

"Damn straight, I am, Danny. Damn straight."

Dan and Billy were sitting in Dan's car, which was pulled over into a spot
just outside Towers Park. Given the hour and the fact that it looked like a
storm was about to hit any minute, there were few people to be seen, just a
couple of dog-walkers and a woman who was frantically trying to corral two
toddlers, as each attempted to give her the slip. Billy was sipping on a can
of Dr. Pepper, using a straw, and despite all that was on his mind, he
laughed at the woman.

"Bill, you don't need to see a shrink."

"I think I do."

"Hey, I'll give you the fact that things got out of control between us, but I
don't think you're..." Dan leaned over toward Billy. "Are you listening to me?"

Without facing Dan, Billy said, "The radio ain't on, is it? I hear ya just
fine, so calm it a bit." Then with a sigh, he finally looked Dan in the eye.
"You don't get it, do ya? What we did...man, it CHANGED me."

"Changed you in what way? What're you saying?"

"Dammit, Dan-o, I'm sayin' that I'm a married man--and ever since we...you
know...all I can think about is other guys. I think I've gone gay." Dan had to
stifle a giggle. He knew Billy was in agony, but there was just something
about the way he expressed himself that tickled Dan to no end.

"Well...how far gone are you, Bill?" Dan said with a smile.

Billy looked annoyed. "You think this is funny or somethin'? `Cause I sure
don't. I'm MARRIED, Danny. Don't you see?"

"No...no, I don't see. What're you telling me, that you want to suck dick and
get fucked? What?"

"Jesus, no!"

Dan was perplexed. "Then how, exactly, have you gone gay."

Billy returned his gaze to the front window. The panicked woman now had one
child under her arm, while the other managed to stay just an inch or two out
of her reach. And the one she was holding was putting up a damn good fight.
"Ever since we...messed around...it's all I can think about. I just wanna do it
more. I wanna be naked all the time--but not in front of Mindy. I fuckin'
wanna be naked in front of other GUYS. I want `em to see my dick and I wanna
see theirs."

Billy fell silent again and Dan waited for him to continue. When he didn't,
Dan asked, "Is that all?

"Isn't that fucked up ENOUGH?"

Dan could tell Billy was holding back. "Bilbo..."

"Goddamn...no...that's not all."

"Tell me."

"Last night, after you and Josh left..."

"Left? You were WATCHING?"

"It wasn't like that, Danny--I was just opening my front door when I saw you
guys leave."

"Okay, I'm sorry. Go ahead."

"Well, after you all left, I drove Mindy to her sister's house. I was gone, I
dunno, maybe 45 minutes...an hour. She's staying with Kathy until she gives
birth to her devil spawn. I tell you, I married into the fuckin' Addams
Family. Ya know, my brother-in-law..."

"Billy? The point, please? Anytime now."

"Heh...yeah, right. The point." Billy smiled and nibbled on the end of his
straw for a moment. "So I dropped Mindy off, sorta happy that I'm gonna have
the place to myself for a week or so, and drove back. Just as I'm pulling
into my driveway, a cab pulls up in front of your house."

"Ryan."

"Yep. Ryan." Billy sighed and played with his straw some more. Dan was going
to prod him on, but decided it best to let Billy speak when he was ready.
Finally, he continued. "He's grown some, Danny...since he left, I mean. He
looked good...you know?" Embarrassed by his remark, he turned to look out the
passenger window.

"Takes after his old man. In that respect, anyway," Dan said, "He just
dropped out of school."

That got Billy's attention and he faced Dan again. "He DID? Jeez-us! You must
be hella pissed, huh?"

"Not really. I mean, I was at first, but not anymore. So did you talk to Ryan
at all?"

"No...no we didn't talk. He was acting all sneaky-like. After he paid the cab
driver he snuck up to the house and peeked in the front window...looked the
place up and down...then he took his bags and went inside."

Dan tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "Bill, this story isn't exactly
a revelation. Ryan DID come home last night, and yes, he had his bags with
him. What does this have to do with your...situation?"

"Lord, can't a man beat around the bush a little bit?" Billy rolled his eyes
comically. "I went inside, but after a few minutes, I got to thinkin'. You
and Josh were out...Ryan was home alone. What might...fuck me, I can't say it."

"Yes, you can. Whatever it is, you can say it. I won't get upset, I promise.
Hell, after all that shit I said about Josh when we were jerking off, there's
not much that could shock either of us, wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah...yeah...okay. So...I got to wondering, what might Ryan be up to? A boy...a
good looking boy like that...home alone. With Mindy gone, my mind was on my
dick. Fuck, my mind was on my dick BEFORE she left. Ever since...anyway, I
figured maybe your boy was thinkin' the same way. So I...uh...snuck outside,
walked up your driveway and into your backyard."

"Are you shitting me?"

"No, man. You're not pissed at me, are ya?"

"No, I'm not. Tell me the rest."

"Well, I was real quiet about it. It was already towards dark outside and the
last thing I wanted was for Ryan--or anybody--to take me for a burglar and
call the cops. So it took me a good 15 minutes to work my way up to your back
window."

Dan was intrigued. "Well...what did you see?"

"At first, nothin'. Just an empty kitchen, and even THAT was hard to make out
`cause the light was off. The light was on in the living room, though, I
could tell. So I waited...and Danny-boy, I was...man, I was HARD. Nervous as
fuck--my knees felt like they were gonna collapse--but I was SO fuckin'
excited." Billy reached down and gave his crotch a squeeze. He was quick
about it, and Dan pretended not to notice.

"After a minute or so, I was thinkin' maybe I should go back. This was no way
to behave, ya know? This Peeping Tom shit was illegal. But right about then,
I could hear Ryan on the phone. You left the window half open, so I could
hear every damn word. I could tell he was talking to you."

"Yeah, he called me on my cell. I didn't know he was home at the time,
though."

"Hmmm. Guess he was meaning to surprise you?"

"He did."

"Well, anyway, I could hear him yappin' away and crackin' jokes...and then I
got this funny idea..."

Raising an eyebrow, Dan said, "An IDEA? What did you do, exactly?"

"Well, you know how you keep that spare key under the dead plant near your
back window?"

"You DIDN'T."

Billy looked down into the depths of his soda can. "I did," he said, meekly.

"You're lucky Ryan didn't catch you." Then Dan heard himself. "He DIDN'T
catch you--did he?"

"No...no, he didn't. He could've, though. He could've caught me and that
would've been THAT." Billy fiddled with his straw some more, seemed to grow
bored, and placed the can on the dashboard.

"So...?" Dan asked, after he'd watched Billy fidget some more.

"I managed to get the kitchen door open--and get my ass inside--just before he
finished talking to you. That was the scariest part, `cause I all-of-a-sudden
thought `What if he wants to make himself a sandwich?' I mean, what the hell
was I supposed to say? That I was house-sitting in the dark? But he didn't
come into the kitchen. He turned on the TV instead--and started watching a
porno..."

Dan was getting excited as Billy went on, and casually rested his palm over
his bulging groin.

"So, nice and easy, I crept over to the doorway, and...well, you live there, so
you know already. From the kitchen doorway, you can pretty much see clear
through to the front of the house--the living room. That's where your boy
was, Danny."

"And?!?"

"AND I couldn't see much--but I could see enough. I couldn't see the TV, but
I could hear it. I could also make out the coffee table, Ryan's legs and
his..."

"His dick? Was he jerking off?"

Billy grinned and shook his head. He noticed Dan's discrete groping and
laughed. "This story gettin' to ya, boss?" He looked around. With the
impending rain, the park and surrounding area were clear. Boldly, he squeezed
his own dick, through his sweat pants. "It's gettin' to me, too." Dan
nodded, and spread his legs a little. With one hand he continued feeling
himself, and with the other, he reached up under his tee shirt and played
with his nipple.

"I couldn't see his face, `cause he was leaning back. And that was good. I
mean he wasn't jerkin' off--not yet, anyway--but he was about to." Billy
said. "The shirt was the first thing to go. Just as my eyes were gettin'
adjusted, he flung that thing onto the floor. Then he toed his sneakers off
and let them sit where they fell. For a few seconds, he crossed his leg and
was massaging one of his feet. Then he pulled of the sock off that foot,
switched and did the other. That kid's got huge feet, man."

Dan reached down and undid the Velcro strap on his left sandal, then crossed
his leg and rested his bare foot on his knee. "Bigger than mine?"

Billy looked down at Dan's large foot. "Hard to say. Lemme see here..."
Quickly, he slipped off his right sneaker and peeled off his white sock.
Crossing his leg, he mirrored Dan's position, and in seconds the two friends
sat sole-to-sole. "Well, we're about the same size...and Ryan's looked bigger
than mine, so..."

"Uh huh..." Dan said. He made no move to put his foot down, and instead exerted
gentle pressure against Billy's sole.

Billy was staring at Dan's foot, and Dan could almost see his buddy's dick
visibly swell. "Do you want me to move?" Dan asked.

"Um...no, Danny...s'okay."

"So go ahead. What happened next?"

"Well, I could hear the TV, and some chick gettin' fucked or whatever.
So...I...well, I started takin' my own clothes off."

"You've got to be kidding."

"Nope. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. Then I
slipped my shorts and underwear off at the same time and stepped out of `em."
Billy flexed his toes against Dan's. "Then I figured, `why not,' and stepped
out of my loafers. So I was totally naked."

"What about your socks?"

"I wasn't wearing any." With his free hand, Billy reached down and took off
his remaining sneaker and sock. "So I was barefoot, like this."

"Nice..."

At that point the sky broke open and it began to rain buckets on them and the
park. Dan smiled. Someone was sending him a message. He reached down and
pulled off his other sandal. "So you were barefoot--like this, you
say--and...naked?"

"Y..yeah..." Billy was looking around nervously, but it was clear that for now,
they were alone in the world. The one person in his field of vision--a
businessman in suit--put his newspaper over his head and ran for cover. Billy
watched his progress as he reached the public bathroom, found the door
locked, then dropped his paper on the ground and took off, the sound of
thunder chasing him. When Billy looked back at Dan, he got a jolt of his own.

"Naked like THIS?" Dan asked. He wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. He was
in the exact same position as before, leg crossed, one hand on the steering
wheel, the other in his crotch--but he was completely nude.

"Danny...what're you doin', man?!? We're--we're fuckin' OUTSIDE!"

Dan looked around. "I don't see anybody, Bilbo. And nobody's close enough to
see inside the car. What say you join me and finish your story." He gave
Billy's bare foot a squeeze. "Come on..."

"This is what I'm talkin' about, Dan...THIS is why I need to see a shrink."
Without further ado, Billy pulled his navy blue tee shirt off and then
wriggled out of his sweats. He hesitated.

"Come on, buddy...lose the shorts. It feels GREAT!" Dan said, stroking his cock.

Billy nodded, and in a second, he was free of his boxer-briefs. His uncut
prick stood straight up from a forest of orange pubes, and his big balls hung
low on the car seat. "Danny...this ain't right."

"Uh huh. So what happened between you and my son?"

"BETWEEN?!? Nothing, man--not a thing! Once I'd gotten free of my clothes, I
eased up to the kitchen doorway and enjoyed the show. I figured since I
couldn't see Ryan's face, he couldn't see mine, so I started jacking off."

"Show me."

"Huh?"

"Show me how you were jacking off."

"Uh...yeah...YEAH!" Billy put both feet down on the floor, spread his legs and
started working on his cock. "Like this, Danny--I was jerking off like this
when I was watching your boy."

"That's fucking hot, buddy!. Look at you, naked and showing me your hard
cock. No fucking shame--naked from head to toe. Look at me, Billy--I'm not
shy, either. I WANT you to look at me." Dan turned toward Billy, waving his
cock in his friend's direction. Billy let out a moan at the sight of Dan's
big prick. Dan reached over and pinched Billy's left nipple. "You were
saying..."

"Huh? OH--right...Ryan." Billy angled his body so the he was facing Dan, with
one foot up on the seat and his back against the passenger-side door. Dan,
quickly realizing that this would be a good way to play lookout, should
anyone happen along, mirrored his friend's position. From the way they were
now sitting, Dan was getting an eyeful of Billy's big nuts--along with the
barest hint of asshole--so he spread his legs wide, letting Billy enjoy the
same view.

Billy went on. "Your boy...he really gets into it when he jacks off."

"How so?" Dan's fist was already slick with precum.

"Well, like I said, I couldn't see his face--but man, the things he was doing
with his body. First he was just stroking his cock, like normal..."

"Like this?" Dan slowly jerked his cock.

"Yeah---yeah, just like that."

"Then..." Billy demonstrated, "He started fucking the air...sorta pumping his
hips up and down off the couch, to meet his hand. His dick would sorta appear
in and out of his fist, with the head peeking out...like this..." Billy held his
arm still and bucked his hips, fucking his hand and letting the head of his
cock play `peekaboo.'

"Nice..." Dan stretched out and let his right foot rest just under Billy's
jiggling balls. They bounced pleasurable against his toes.

"Yeah..." Billy spread his legs wider, and Dan took the initiative and wiggled
his toes into Billy's crack. "He jacked off like that for a while, and the
whole time, I was watchin'...wishin' there were some way he could watch me."

"Were you still going at yourself?"

"Yep. I was on my knees most of the time."

"So...what next?" Dan lifted his other foot and rubbed it along the head of
Billy's throbbing cock.

"I was gettin' pretty close to shooting my load--and truth be told, I wasn't
too worried about where I was gonna shoot it."

"Give me your foot," Dan said. Billy extended his left leg and Dan took hold
of his foot by the heel. "Where WERE you gonna shoot it?"

"The closest thing I could find was one of your boy's sneakers."

"Ryan's?"

"No...Josh's."

"You were gonna spunk off in my kid's SNEAKER?!?"

Billy's eyes widened and he tried to pull his foot back, but Dan refused to
relinquish his grip. "Sorry, man...it's not like I planned it--or actually
fuckin' DID it."

"No, no...don't worry, buddy. That's totally cool. You SHOULD have done it."

"Wha?"

Dan suddenly leaned forward, brought Billy's foot to his face, and gave the
sole a quick lick.

"Oh, FUCK!"

"What did you think of that?"

"Fuck, Danny--that's SO fuckin' hot! Do it again!"

"Not until you finish this goddamn story. Come on, already." Dan began
massaging Billy's left foot, while his own right foot continuing probing
Billy's sweaty crack.

"Okay, okay. Fuck! Okay..." Billy finally got hold of himself. "I was just
about to cum--man I was so close that it's a wonder I held back at all--when
Ryan started to holler. `Fuck,' he goes, `YES!' Then he said...well, I
thought he said, `Do it, Henry!' D'you know who that is?"

"Wow...yeah, yeah, I know."

"Is your boy gay, Dan-o?"

"No gayer than you, you fuckhead. C'mon, talk. I'm getting close here."

"Me, too. Lick my foot again, willya?"

Dan took another lick on Billy's sole, then sucked his big toe for good
measure. He raised an eyebrow as his tongue hovered over Billy's now-wet
foot. "Am I freaking you out?"

"No, man--this is GOOD."

"Good. A...friend of mine...introduced me to this sorta thing just recently. I
didn't think it would be as hot as it actually is." Dan raised his left leg,
dangling his foot in front of Billy's face. "You wanna try?"

Billy touched Dan's bare foot and for a second, it looked like he was going
to take the plunge. Then he shook his head. "Naw, Danny. You've got nice feet
and all--GREAT feet--but I don't wanna be lickin' or suckin' nothin'. Those
waters are too deep for me."

"No problem." Dan released Billy's foot, but Billy pushed it back against
Dan's lips.

"You can do what you want, though, man--feels good."

So as Dan sucked on Billy's toes, Billy finished his lurid tale.

"So Ryan is talkin' all this shit about Henry, and like some kinda geyser,
his dick just erupts, right in the air. Cum is flyin' up and landin' all
over him--all over your couch, too, in case you hadn't noticed. He was
moanin' to beat the band, he raised his legs and spread `em and while he
came, he stuck a finger up his ass."

"Mmmm..." Dan said.

"And I couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like after he took that finger
outta there, he was sniffin' it."

There it was again. Another indication that Ryan's interests were a little on
the raunchy side. Dan wondered where THAT bit of curiosity would lead the
kid. Where would it lead ALL of them?

"He cut me off at the pass again. I was just about ready to shoot--I had that
sneaker poised right at the tip of my dick and was gonna cum in there--when he
stood up and stretched. I fell backwards, into the shadows, and I'm fuckin'
lucky I didn't make any noise. My dick started to wilt a little, man--I
thought I was done for. But Ryan didn't see me. He scurried upstairs into the
bathroom."

By this point, Dan had taken Billy's wet foot and was rubbing it against his
leaky cock. The mixture of spit and precum, along with the soft skin on
Billy's foot, had Dan's cock feeling just fine. He was nearing the point of
no return, but didn't want to cum until the end of Billy's story. "Is that
it?"

Billy shook his head. "Nope. There's one more bit."

"Tell me."

"Ryan was up in the bathroom--I heard the toilet seat cover hit the tank, so I
figured he was havin' a sit-down--so I...I went creepin' out of the kitchen
and up the stairs."

"Holy fuck. You know that you can't get up more than five steps before
you're in the line of fire. If he opened the door and looked out--"

"The door WAS open."

"Oh, come ON..."

"It WAS, man. No shit. RYAN was shittin', but I'm serious. He didn't see me.
I guess it was because the hall light was off, but I could see him from head
to toe and stay invisible the whole time."

"So you watched him take a dump is what you're saying."

"NO. Yeah...but no. That's not what I was there to see. Ooohhh..."

"And what were you there to see?" Dan could feel his big toe penetrating
Billy's hole. "That okay?"

"I don't...yeah...yeah, it's okay. Just don't get no funny ideas about
stickin' THAT thing up there." Billy pointed at Dan's massively erect cock,
while Dan gave it a happy little shake. "I guess I went upstairs to look at
your son, naked. I wanted to watch his cock shrink down...wanted to see his
tight ass. You've got two hot--I mean goodlooking boys, man."

"Thanks. So...?"

"So Ryan took his shit, and the whole time, he never bothered to wipe up all
that cum. It was all over him--still on his face, his chest, even his hands.
And he was still playing with himself...that never really stopped, even though
he wasn't totally hard anymore. I was hard. SO fuckin' hard. Then...Danny this
is gonna gross you out, man."

"What? You've told me everything else. What did you do next?"

"It's not what I did--it's what RYAN did. Your kid pointed his dick upwards.
I thought he was gonna jack off again. Instead, he just started pissin' on
himself. Like, right in his own face--in his MOUTH! He soaked himself. What he
couldn't drink was splashing around, all over him...the floor."

"Oh, God..." Dan had stopped wiggling his toe in Billy's ass. He wasn't
sucking Billy's toes anymore. He wasn't even jerking off. He just sat there,
dick erect and mouth agape.

"I'm sorry, man--I don't want to get the kid in trouble or nuthin'."

Dan blinked and shook his head. "No...you didn't. He isn't. This is
just...well, it's a lot to take in. Piss..." His dick bobbed and swelled
slightly.

"Yeah...piss. Anyway, after he finished hosin' himself off--or whatever you
call it--he stood up, drippin' all over the place, and turned the shower on.
He stood there while the water was warmin' up, just kinda rubbin' the piss
and cum into his skin, like it was lotion. He didn't even bother to wipe his
ass."

Dan's dick bobbed again. It was as hard as it could get.

"Then he jumped in the shower and got to cleanin' up."

"And you?"

"I...I walked into that smelly bathroom, stood in the middle of that
piss-covered floor in my bare feet, and shot my load right there on the spot,
with your boy on the other side of the shower curtain."

"FUCK!" Dan's dick erupted like a volcano. Two volleys of creamy white cum
shot up and splattered the ceiling of the car before he even managed to take
his cock back in hand. At the same time, he reapplied pressure with his toe
to Billy's asshole.

"YEAH, YEAHHH!!" Billy shouted, and HIS cock began spurting out its load. He
made a mess all over himself

Dan kept stroking, letting two bursts of jizz land in his mouth, then he
angled his cock at Billy, and let the rest hit his buddy's cock and balls.
Meanwhile, Billy was shooting on his own chest and stomach as he clenched his
hole around Dan's probing toe.

Finally, both of them lay spent, drenched in cum. The rain continued
unabated, and neither made an immediate move to clean up or get dressed while
their privacy was still secure.

"Annnyway," Billy said, "As soon as I came, I came to my senses and got right
the fuck outta there. I hurried downstairs, grabbed my clothes, and ran home.
A little while later, you guys pulled up."

"We saw you watching us."

"Oh."

"So, Billy..." Dan removed his toe from the redhead's asshole and moved his
foot up, rubbing it in the dripping remains of Billy's hot load. "Do you
still think you need a shrink?"

Billy looked at Dan as if he had sprouted a second head. "Ain't you heard a
thing I've said? Sure, I need a shrink! All this jerkin' off...gettin' naked
in front of other guys...what do you think?"

"I think you're crazy if you go a psychiatrist."

"That's the point, boss."

"No. The point is that you're learning stuff about yourself that you never
thought you had inside of you. And that's not bad. You're not hurting
anybody--although I'd advise against sneaking into people's homes at night in
the future."

"So you think it's normal that I want to do this kinda thing? Like what we
just did?"

"Billy, did you have a good time just now?"

"Yeah."

"Do I seem upset to you?"

"No. But Ryan--"

"Ryan is...he's learning about himself, too. Don't worry about him. Really."
Dan reached under the front seat and found the pair of underwear he'd left
there after jerking off a short time before. "Here, clean yourself up and
let's go home." Dan was thinking they ALL were in the process of learning
about themselves...and maybe they could do it together.

Billy accepted the cum-stained shorts without question, as he began wiping
himself off. In the end, it took those shorts, both of his socks, and his own
underwear to soak up the mess. Maybe he wasn't crazy, after all. Maybe Dan
had a point. But maybe if he saw a shrink...

A plan was hatching in Billy's mind. He'd be crazy to go through with it,
but like Dan said, he'd have to be crazy to see a psychiatrist.

*   *   *

Ryan sat on the couch, naked. He'd been deep in thought all morning. That
dream really screwed with his head, but at the same time it put a lot of
things in perspective. It was time to stop fighting his desires and his
instincts, and if was going to be man enough admit that college was a
mistake, he was going to have to be man enough to admit that he was...what?
Gay? That wasn't entirely true. Bisexual was probably closer to accurate. But
the bottom line was that as long as a situation was perverse, decadent and
raunchy, it turned him on. "I'm a sex pig," he said to the empty room. "I
like it dirty...that's all."

He smiled. Arriving at this obvious conclusion made life easier for him
somehow. He didn't even want to consider how he would bring this up to his
father and Josh, but they seemed sexually liberal, so he imagined it wouldn't
cause too much of a scene. And maybe he could get a taste of Dad's ass out of
the deal.

A pounding at the front door snapped Ryan out of his fantasy. He realized he
was licking his lips hungrily and that his dick was rock hard again. He
looked at the door and there was another knock. The sound of thunder shook
the house at the same time and he realized it was still pouring outside.

"Hey, let me in!" a muffled voice called from outside, before pressing the
doorbell over and over.

Ryan hurried to the door. Josh had obviously forgotten his keys. He'd forget
his dick if it wasn't attached. Okay, maybe not his dick. The kid would be
soaking wet--and that definitely meant nudity would follow. Ryan decided not
to bother putting anything on. Hell, Joshie might appreciate it.

He opened the door, "What's the matter, bro? Gone keyless again, you--" He
fell silent in shock and embarrassment.

It wasn't Josh. It was Josh's friend, Mitch. "Aren't you gonna let me in?"
he asked.

To Be Continued...

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Author's note: Well folks, I hope this was worth the wait. Thanks for your
patience. So what's coming up? Will Ryan make a move on Mitch? And if Mitch
is here, where the hell is Josh? Will Dan teach Billy how to make the most
out of home nudity? And what's Billy's mysterious plan? Comments are always
welcome. Write to me at CobbleHillGuy@aol.com. Cheers!