Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2009 07:12:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Varsity Tough   Chapter Twenty Four

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR      FRIDAY

On this Friday morning probably no student at Hinson High felt more
humiliated than Zack Hawkins.  His mother was with him as they went into
the administrative office, ready to be admitted back after his suspension.
In her hand she carried the letter from Dr. Peters.

Zack looked at the students who worked in the office during their free
period.  Among them was Arla, the girl he had sex with on the sofa about a
year ago.  Having been observed by Mr. Wilson, he had been forced along
with Josh to be the man's sex toy.  Now Wilson was gone in disgrace, and
here he was with his mother in plain sight of Arla.

Mrs. Hawkins was so nervous she couldn't stop talking.  As they waited to
be seen in the principal's office, she turned in Arla's direction and said
"My son is a good boy.  He doesn't do these sex things he's been accused
of."

Arla dropped her eyes and busied herself in work.  Zack could have dropped
through the floor.

The time seemed to stand still.  Zack was hoping his mother would keep
quiet.  That hope was dash a moment later when she started talking again,
this time actually looking in Arla's direction.  "I have a letter from his
doctor."  She waved the paper in her hand.  "My son went to a doctor and he
says he's OK."  She waited and Arla just kept working.  "It's Doctor
Peters.  He knows about these things."  There were titers from several
girls in the office.  Everyone had heard of the dick doctor.  Zack wanted
to die.

"Mom" he whispered, hanging his head. "Please."

That was the moment when Ricky and Clem came in.  Mrs. Hawkins looked at
them and they looked at her.  Zack looked at Ricky and snickered.

"How's Chester?"

Ricky flushed and made a low growl.  Clem smiled and nodded at Zack.

`Who's Chester?" his mother asked.

Zack just shook his head, finally explaining "That's a dog in their
neighborhood.  He and Ricky are real fond of each other."

Some girls snickered.  Zack wondered how much they knew.  Maybe they were
smiling at the idea of Ricky Semmes actually being fond of anybody.

The principal appeared at the door of his office and motioned both boys and
family to come in.  Students working in the office wanted to listen, but
were afraid of getting caught.  When the families came out, Zack went in
one direction and Ricky the other.  Clem and Mrs. Hawkins looked at each
other and left.  As she went out the door, she turned and faced the room
again.  "My son is a good boy" she said.

Under his breath, Zack muttered "Oh mama, good grief."



It was fourth period before Josh heard about the office meeting.  All
morning he had floated through classes, caught up in the glow of the
previous night.  His thoughts were consumed with Ricky.  He had never felt
that way about anybody before.  He kept visualizing Ricky's arms and
powerful legs, his chest and abs, his nipples that were so great to pull
and touch, and of course his crowning glory, that dick that was beyond
anything Josh could ever have imagined.  Then he remembered the rubber and
how it felt as he plundered Ricky's hole.  Josh was dripping all morning,
and the odd thing was he wasn't hard.  Maybe a little longer than usual,
but tucked safely in his briefs it was no problem.  Well, maybe a problem
in the sense that it was really soggy in there now.  He figured if he
unzipped to pee, everybody in the bathroom would get knocked down by the
intense crotch smell.

Zack quickly summarized the meeting with the principal by saying "Ricky and
I can't be in the same classrooms, can't use the same bathroom at the same
time, and can't be seen associating together."

Josh nodded.  "Other than that, how's it going now that you're back?"

Zack looked really sad.  "People look at me funny.  Some make comments as I
go by.  Somebody wrote stuff on the door of my locker."

Class started then and they couldn't talk.  Josh was still suspicious of
Zack.  There had just been too many tricks from him over the past few
weeks.  But when the bell rang for the lunch wave, Zack suddenly asked,
"Josh, would you go in the bathroom with me?"

"Why?"

"I'm scared.  If you're there, people might not say stuff to me like
they've been doing."

Josh didn't like the sound of that. It was too much the way he and Ricky
had tricked him in the past.

"I've got to go meet Ricky.  We're eating lunch together today."

Zack looked crestfallen.  "I don't understand. Why would you and Ricky --"

"Long story" Josh said, gathering his books.  But then he saw the utter
hopelessness on Zack's face, and he felt sorry for him. If he were in that
position, he'd want someone to help him.  "OK Zack, I'll go along, but make
it snappy."  They grabbed their books and headed for the boys' bathroom
nearby.

It was crowded like always, but they each got adjoining urinals.  As Zack
whipped it out, Josh remembered again how interesting an uncut dick was.
He remembered the fun of sliding the skin off the head when he and Zack had
experimented together at Zack's.

Zack looked over suddenly.  "Josh, what's that smell?"

Josh realized it was his crotch.  "Nothing.  Don't worry about it."
Zipping up, he charged out for the lunchroom, leaving Zack as sad as
before.

Ricky was already sitting at a smaller table in a far corner.  Josh came up
with his tray and started to sit across from him.

"Sit beside me," Ricky said, "so we can talk."

Josh sat down and started talking immediately in a low voice.  "That was so
great last night. Everything was so wonderful.  Ricky, that was the nicest
night of my life.  Can I come over tonight?  We could, you know, do more
stuff like that."

"Josh --"

Josh poured forth without stopping, "After we got in your room, after I
blew you, playing with your nipples was so great.  They were so hard and,
you know, I could suck them and bite them, and I had never -"

"Josh --"

"I'll buy some rubbers.  I hope the girl at the counter will sell them to
me.  My friend Grady said she told him he was too young --"

"Josh --"

"That rubber felt so good last night, and the way you rolled it on me --"

Ricky put his fork down and turned sideways to Josh and glared at him.
"Stop!  I mean it.  Stop and listen."  Seeing the hurt in Josh's eyes, he
looked back at his plate as he talked.

"Josh, I hate to tell you this, and I know it's complicated.  I'm not gay.
I like sex, but if I started doing gay stuff, I'd end up as gay as you."

Josh started to say he wasn't gay, but Ricky held up his hand.  "Just
listen to me.  I've heard my brothers talking.  They want to use you for
their sex toy.  If you came over or started hanging around, the time would
come when they'd do things to you that you can't imagine.  Not only sex
stuff, but mean things like paddling you just for the fun of it.  Or that'd
humiliate you until you wouldn't have any sense of self worth."

"But I thought they liked me. They acted like they did.  Tip in
particular."

"I heard them saying that your father was a big lawyer and that if they had
proof of his son being gay, if they had incriminating pictures, they could
use it to make him get them out of scrapes with the law."

"But Ricky, maybe they wouldn't act that way.  If you and I could just be
together --"

For just a moment the old, arrogant Ricky came out.  "Shit, Josh, if you
need me that much I'm willing to let you give me a blow job.  But only at
school and only when I decide I really need one.  We could go in a stall
during lunch or something, and you could suck it while you're on your knees
in front of me."

Josh looked hurt at the words and the tone.  Ricky caught himself,
remembering this was the one person who had been kind to him when nobody
else was.  "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said that.  But I can't let you do
stuff to me.  That was too powerful last night.  Something was trying to
turn on inside me that I can't let happen.  You opened a gate to a far
country that I can't go through."

Josh felt really sad.  He was sure his face looked like Zack's before they
went to the bathroom.

Ricky's voice got soft, but very kindly and sincere.  "You were a better
friend to me last night than anybody's ever been in my whole life.  I'll
always remember that.  You were willing to take the punishment yourself to
get me some relief.  But Josh...stay away from my brothers.  And just
understand that no matter how great I thought last night was, and how much
it meant to me, we can never do that stuff again."

Josh looked at him with sad eyes.  "But you said I could blow you in the
bathroom --"

"Don't do that to yourself, Josh.  Don't grovel that way.  You're better
than that.  If you want a guy to love, find one.  You've got a lot to
offer.  You don't need to be kneeling and begging in some piss-stained
bathroom stall."

Josh was about to cry...right here in the cafeteria where everybody would
know.  He wanted to say again that he wasn't gay, but he knew his voice
would crack and the tears would fall.

Out of nowhere a hand slapped him on the back.  He and Ricky both jumped.
It was Sam, and Ted was with him.

"Coach wants us in the locker room at 6th period.  He wants to make some
plans for spring training and go over stuff.  Be there."

With that they were gone, looking for other players.  Josh looked down at
his plate, overwhelmed with sadness.  When he looked up again, Ricky was
gone also.



As classes changed for sixth period and the team began heading to the
locker room, Josh hurried in the bathroom to pee.  He didn't really need
to, but he had found that when he had to sit with the team crowded close
together with the smell of the sweat and dirty jocks permeating the air, he
boned up.  It was worse if he had a full bladder and needed to pee.

So by the time he got there the team was all seated.  Sam and Ted separated
and let him sit between them.  While they waited for things to start, Josh
looked around.  He saw Chet and felt a twinge.  He remembered their
conversation about him asking what being gay would be like, and even more
he remembered the night Chet had passed out in his bed and they had slept
nude.  He remembered the smell of Chet's body, and he shivered.

Then he saw Matt.  He was surprised how much Matt had grown.  They hadn't
been working out at the same times, and he hadn't seen him since the end of
the season.  Matt was getting some height and muscles, and beginning to
look less like the timid 14 year old he had been when the season started.
He was probably turning 15 soon.

Josh remembered Matt climbing the tree to get his trunks back for him.
That was last summer, but it seemed so long ago now.  It was almost like
another world.  He thought of the night Matt stayed with him and how Troy
made them wear boxing gloves because that's what Matt's brother made him do
at home.  They had planned to jack off together, but the gloves prevented
it.  So Matt volunteered to use his glove to massage the front of Josh's
briefs until he shot.  Then he recalled how many times Matt had said they
ought to get together soon, and he felt sad that he hadn't taken advantage
of that opportunity.

He suddenly realized these people were his team mates and they mattered a
lot to him.  Not only that, but some of them were graduating and wouldn't
be around after May.  That was his first inkling of what life was like:
things ending and people leaving.

He sighed.  Ted and Sam each turned to look at him.

"What's up?"

"Nothing. I just hate to see things end.  All you guys will be leaving."

Sam grinned.  "Listen, the good part is you'll get to help initiate the new
varsity people.  That'll be fun, I guarantee."

Josh brightened.  He hadn't thought of that.

"And I'll get more chances to be the quarterback."

Ted frowned.  "Wait up.  I've got news.  See that new guy over there?"

He indicated a tall junior, with hair the color of straw.  Josh liked his
face.  He saw the boy had lanky arms and big hands.

"He just transferred in.  His name's Ryan Stanford.  He's from a high
school in Wyoming, played ball there.  He played quarterback and people say
he was real good.  He's liable to give you a run for your money."

Josh felt dejected again, but Sam said "Go for wide receiver if coach
starts playing him as Q.B. all the time.  But he may let the two of you
compete.  Let's see how spring training goes.  Even though he's a year
older, you're already familiar with the team and the plays we run.
Besides, you've had quarterback experience with us."

Josh studied him again.  His manner seemed friendly enough.  Knowing where
he was from, Josh thought he could see the effect of the high plains winds
on his face and arms.  He had that weathered look.

That's when Coach Wilson came in.  There was a lot of shifting around and
sitting up straight.  He went to the center and stood there a minute.  Josh
noticed his hair seemed grayer.  `Everybody's getting old on me' Josh
thought.

"OK you guys" Coach began.  "Spring training will start Monday after
school.  I want all of you ready for it.  That means the seniors too.  I
know you're about to graduate, but I need your help in getting the new guys
to shape up.  We will go on just as usual, like nothing's going to change.

"None of the new guys are here today except one guy.  I want to introduce
him to you.  Ryan, stand up."

Ryan Stanford stood up, nodded to the group, and then sat down.  Josh felt
his heart drop.  Usually no new player rated that introduction.  But coach
wasn't through.

"Ryan's a transfer from Montgomery High in Elksburg, Wyoming.  He's played
quarterback since the eighth grade, and has gotten rave reviews from the
critics.  I'm going to be watching him during spring training, but I want
you to know that nobody ever gets a free pass from me."

Josh felt encouraged.

"See there?" Sam whispered.  "Nothing to worry about."  His hand dropped
into Josh's lap, then hastily pulled away.  Leaning across to Ted he
whispered, "Check his crotch.  He's wet down there."  Crinkling his nose,
he said "We've got to look into this."

That was music to Ted's ears.  He checked Josh too.  Josh squirmed, but
they were so close they wouldn't let him move his arms or twist.

Ted leaned close and whispered "Did you pee, or did you shoot off on
yourself?"

Josh just shook his head.  "I didn't do anything.  I couldn't help it."

Ted said "We can fix that afterward."

Jennings stood up and asked a question.

"Coach, what did you mean when you said we'd go on as if nothing was going
to change?  Did you mean what I'm afraid you mean?"

Josh looked at Sam and Ted to see if they knew anything.

"Jennings, we don't live our lives on rumor or worrying about all the
what-if's in life."

But Jennings was more than just the captain, he was the embodiment of the
team, he personified the team spirit.  He was always their guy, their
spokesman.  "Come on now.  You ought to tell them, coach.  They're bound to
hear it soon anyway."

Coach nodded.  Then slowly and with a careful wording, he said "The
economic crisis has caused a steep drop in the revenue the state runs the
schools on.  It's a major problem.  The school system can't afford to go on
the way it is now.  There's not enough money to run everything.  They are
considering consolidating schools if they can't come up with a new source
of revenue.  But we don't know what they'll do."

Jennings wouldn't let the topic drop.  "If they consolidate schools, how
will that affect us?"

Coach Wilson verbally sparred back.  "That depends.  We'll have to wait and
see."

"Will we go to another school?"  Now everyone was on the edge of their
seats.  You could hear quiet voices puzzling "Another school?"  "We
wouldn't go here?"  "Would we play on another team?"

Coach knew when he was defeated.  "All right.  One plan is to consolidate
Hinson and Grove Hill.  If they did that, we would go to Grove Hill.
They've got better buildings, real sports equipment, better computer labs,
a brand new gym."

"We'd be bussed?" one of the sophomores asked.  Someone else said, "Grove
Hill already has a team.  Would there be room for us?" Another guy snapped
bitterly, "Grove Hill?  They ought to call it Grove Hell!  Have you seen
that place?"

Coach was getting frustrated.  "We don't know that yet."

Jennings furthered his attack.  "Coach is it true that if they did that,
you would be out of a job?  Grove Hill already has a coach, and his name is
Savage."

More voices came from the buzzing crowd.  "Coach wouldn't coach us
anymore?"  "I don't like Savage."  "Savage's name fits him; you should see
how he treats his players."  "Coach, they can't just take your job, can
they?"  That came from Ben Stone, who had remained quiet until now.

Coach Wilson hadn't wanted to get into this much detail.  But he wanted his
team to know he was being honest with them.  "The school system may have a
coaching position for me at some other school.  If not, I would have to
step down and be an assistant coach...maybe at Grove Hill."

More groans followed.  But he continued, "We don't know anything yet.  Wait
and see.  For now we will continue as if everything is going to be just the
way it has been.  All right?  No more questions.  I'll see you Monday at 3
p.m. sharp for the start of spring training."

He turned and exited before anything more could be asked or said.  Josh
felt like everything in his life had ended today.  He stood up while Sam
and Ted moved beside him.  As they started down the hall, he was pulled
into one of the weight rooms which was empty.  Before he could protest, Sam
was holding him and Ted was taking off his pants.

Ted pointed to his briefs.  "These things are soaked.  Did you drip all
morning?  What's wrong with you, Josh?"

Sam nodded.  "We can't let you go home that way."

Josh raised his voice.  "Don't take them!  My mom is already all over me
about missing underwear.  Don't!"

He must have been louder than he realized, because the door opened and Matt
stood there.

"Hi Josh, is anything wrong?"

Sam and Ted were delighted to have an accomplice.

"Come right on in, Matt.  We want to get your opinion.  Feel these briefs.
Would you want to go home in soggy underpants like these?"

They had pulled Josh's pants off but not his briefs.  They pushed him out
at Matt.  Matt was thrilled.  He gladly reached over and felt Josh's
crotch.  He nodded, but then got a better idea.

"Let me check carefully.  I wouldn't want to make a hasty decision."  He
had his fingers on Josh's dick.  It was fun.  After all the news they had
just learned, Matt was glad to have the chance to have fun.

"Do you think we ought to take them off and hold them up to the light?  Or
maybe let them dry outside on a ledge?"  Matt was suddenly full of ideas.

"Excellent idea!  We'll hold him and let you do the honors."

Josh wasn't boned, but Matt certainly was getting that way.  He leaned
forward, carefully inserting his index fingers in either side of the
elastic waist, and slowly pulled them down.  Then as they lifted Josh so
the briefs could come off, Matt wiped them on Josh's abdomen.  Holding them
by one hand, he grasp Josh's dick and said "This thing's wet too.  Should
we take turns drying it?"

The linebackers whooped.  Josh was struggling.  He never thought Matt would
enjoy making him squirm.

"Have at it, Matt.  Try wiping it dry.  See if you can stop that stuff from
dripping out."

Matt took Josh's dick in his fingers, wiping it and patting it.  He tried
to dry off the slit in the head by pinching it.

"The stuff still keeps dripping out.  I'll take his briefs outside so they
can dry.  You guys keep him still until I get back."

With that he was gone, and Josh was alone with the linebackers.

"Come on, guys.  Let me put my pants back on.  That was embarrassing
letting Matt play with my dick."

Ted smiled kindly.  "Jennings and Chet said he played with your dick when
they got you at the creek last summer."

"You know that doesn't count.  Have a heart.  Here I had felt sad about you
guys not being back next year.  Don't do me this way."

Sam grinned.  "You're so much fun, Josh.  We're going to miss you."

Matt came back in with a noticeable bulge in his pants.

"Want to dry him some more, Matt?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Josh tried to twist away but the linebackers held him tight.  Matt took
hold of the dick and began stroking it, holding it at the base and running
a finger up and down the underside.  Each time the finger reached the head,
he would stop and play with the slit.

"Matt, don't keep that up.  You'll make me hard.  Don't make me hard in
front of other people."

"All three of us have seen you hard a bunch of times" the linebackers said.

Matt could feel the penis starting to respond.  But at least the dripping
had stopped.

"He's stopped dripping."  Than turning to the linebackers, he said "How
about Josh and I walk home now.  I'll stuff his shorts in my pants and he
can go commando until we get here.  Would that be OK?"

Sam and Ted looked at each other.  Realizing Matt's attraction for Josh,
they agreed, but with one condition.  "We want the four of us to go out
Saturday night and find a barbeque place way far out of town, and eat and
spend some time together.  We like how you think, Matt, so think of fun
stuff we can do -" their looks indicated they meant Josh, "- while we're
there."




Matt and Josh walked home together.  Josh's briefs were a little dryer, and
Matt stuck them in his pocket.  To compensate for no underwear, Josh shoved
his hands in his pockets.  Matt looked over and grinned.

"You're not boning up all of a sudden, are you?"

"No."  Josh shook his head, then asked Matt abruptly "Why did you do those
things to me back there?  I've never done stuff like that to you."

Matt smiled. "I'm sorry.  It was fun.  Besides I was mad at you because it
seems like ever since you became a big quarterback, you never had any time
for me.  I kept asking when we could get together, and you kept putting me
off."

Josh realized the truth of that.  "I'm sorry.  I guess I just got so busy I
didn't have time to think about my friends.  That's awful."

Matt nodded.  Josh realized Matt was a good bit taller than last summer.
He wondered if Matt's dick had grown an equal amount.  He decided to test
it by throwing an arm over Matt's shoulder as they walked along.  He
wondered if the touch would stir things.

Matt looked at him, smiled, and sighed.  "Thanks, Josh.  I was hoping you'd
do that.  It's like old times."

"Yeah, remember when we spent the night together and we had to wear boxing
gloves?  You helped get me get off with them."

Matt sighed again.  Josh looked over quickly and saw his package was tight.
Matt looked at him quizzically.  "You want to get together again?"

Josh started boning up now.  Images filled his mind, things they did and
things he had fanaticized.  "Yes."  He gave a deep sigh.

"We could finally get to jerk off together."

That hit Josh like a glass of cold water.  Jerk off?  Was that the best
Matt could come up with?  He realized how far he had come in the past year.
Back then that offer would have been top of the line.

But he caught himself and smiled.  "That would be great.  I could show you
some other stuff too."

"Like when Jennings had his fingers up your butt, marching you around the
basement and making you drink your own cup of cum?"

Josh blushed.  He had tried to forget things like that.  But it also served
to remind him of the history he and Matt had.  They had shared a lot of
experiences.

"Yeah, Jennings' basement."

"I've got a key.  He gave it to me and said I could use it anytime I wanted
to, just to let him know.  I had told him how my brother keeps checking my
dick to make sure I haven't been jacking off."

"That's great of Jennings to do that for you.  He must like you a lot."

Matt blushed and hung his head bashfully.  "Yeah, he kind of does."

Josh wondered if anything deep had taken place.  "Really?  You two have
done stuff together?"

"Not what you think, but I had control of the cock cage Ben Stone was
wearing.  I had big fun with that.  Jennings gave me the key to it."

"Damn! I wish I could have seen it!"  Josh was now fully boned.  Matt saw
it.

"I see your little friend has finally showed up."

"Well your package has been bulging ever since I put my arm around your
shoulder."

"Want to pick a time to use Jennings' basement?  We could fool around and
see what develops."

"What about your dad and brother?"

"I'll just say I am doing some things for the team, and that I'll be home
before 10:30.  If we do it tomorrow night, they won't mind since it's
Saturday."

Josh had started feeling like he wanted relief sooner than that, but then
figured if they went to the barbeque place with the linebackers, they would
be horned and happy and set for the basement.  The linebackers always
managed to get him really sexed up...and he was sure it was deliberate.

"Great!" he said.  "We'll just tell them to drop us at your house and we'll
go next door to Jennings'."

They had reached Josh's house.  Matt had another four blocks to go.  Both
boys could see each other's boners sticking out against their trouser legs.
Matt wore boxers which were no protection against erections, and Josh was
without underwear.

"Well, here we are.  You want to give me my briefs back now?"  He grinned
at Matt.

"I can take them home and wash them for you."  Matt wanted to do more than
that with them, but he was ashamed to admit it.  Ever since that day at the
creek last summer, he had wanted Josh and everything about Josh, especially
that bone of his.

"I can't let you do that.  I've already lost two pair of briefs this week,
and my mom is asking questions."  He reached out his hand.  Reluctantly
Matt pulled them from his pocket.  He held them for a long moment before
putting them in Josh's hand.

Glancing down, he said "The front of your pants is wet."

Josh grinned.  For once in his life he wasn't self-conscious.  "Yours is
too.  But yours doesn't show yet."

"Until tomorrow" Matt said.  They bumped fists and Josh headed in.

Matt couldn't wait to get home to jerk off.  His father and brother would
not be there yet.  He picked up speed as he hurried off.




Josh had only been home 30 minutes when he got a call from Chet.

"You want to get together tonight and finish our conversation about being
gay?" Chet asked.

"For just a chat?  Are you sure?"  Josh figured it would be more than just
a chat, considering how boned Chet got yesterday.  He was sort of proud of
himself for being able to spot when a guy was feeling horned now.

"Like what we were doing -- I mean what we were talking about the other
day."

"Sure, Chet.  But let's get where there's no interruption."

"I've already got the perfect place...Jennings' basement."

"Jennings' basement?"  He thought that place was suddenly popular.

"Yeah, I've got the key."

"Damn, Chet!  Does everybody in the school have a key to that place but
me?"

"Jennings is just lending it to me.  He thinks I'm taking a girl there, so
he won't interrupt.  He's been trying to get me laid for so long, I can
guarantee we won't be disturbed."

"What time do you want to get together?"

"I'll come by and pick you up at 7.  Would that be OK?"

Josh made a bold move.  "That's fine.  But if we are going to check out
being gay, we each should get a shower and be really clean before we get
together."

There was a long pause at the other end.  Josh had about decided he had
overplayed his hand when Chet said "I think I know what you mean.  I'll be
prepared."

Josh hung up the phone and began to strip down to get a shower ahead of the
family rush.  He got into the shower all right, but when he stepped out,
dripping wet and grabbing for a towel, Tommy was standing there.  He was
grinning as he looked him up and down.

"What are you doing over here?  And why are you in the bathroom when I'm
showering?"

"I was visiting Pete, but when I heard you start into the bathroom I
decided I would come and watch."

Josh didn't like this.  Tommy was a little twerp, and besides if he was
next year's quarterback he didn't want some little 10 year old bragging
about watching him naked.

"Did you like what you saw?"  Josh hoped to intimidate him.

Tommy wasn't going to give an inch.  He kept looking directly at Josh's
dick as he squeezed the crotch of his pants.

"Not as much as other times. You didn't play with it.  I figured you'd at
least do that.  I realize I can't hope to see the real stuff every time,
but a little action there is always a kick."

Josh had taken the towel to start drying off, but instead he popped Tommy
with it.  Tommy dodged the snap, but at the same time came in low and
grabbed Josh's dick.  Josh was recovering from his towel snap and for a
second didn't react.  Then he popped him on the side of the head, frowned
like a thundercloud, and chased him out.  Of course Tommy actually won
because Josh chased him into the hall just as his mother was coming
upstairs.

"Son!  Put some clothes on!  Don't play rough with Tommy, he's our guest."




Chet picked him up on time.  He felt clean from the shower and the fresh
clothes.  He had also cleaned himself in another way.  He wiggled around on
the car seat, enjoying the way his hole felt.

He had already made the decision that he wasn't putting up with anything
more out of Tommy.  The next time Tommy tried anything with him, he'd grab
and strip him, and then drag him outside and lock the door with his clothes
inside.  As next year's star quarterback -- unless Ryan beat him out for
the spot -- he had to seem authoritative, not somebody at the mercy of a
ten year old with a dick obsession.

Now that he had made that decision, he could enjoy himself.  It felt good
to be riding with Chet, sitting beside him, seeing the long legs and arms
with the dusting of dark hair on them.  Watching Chet's face in profile as
he drove made Josh realize Chet was actually a good looking guy.

"Ready to try this thing out?" Josh asked.  He felt really confident since
he had had more experience with this sort of thing than Chet had.  For once
in his life he was in the driver's seat.

Chet took a deep breath.  "I need to figure this thing out, one way or the
other."

"That's why I'm here" Josh replied.



Unbeknownst to either of them, a Grove Hill car moved by, going in the
other direction.  Unlike the past, no older guys were in it, just a few
football players.  They were looking for someone.  They held a picture torn
from a newspaper.  If they didn't find the guy they were after, they'd come
back tomorrow.  Saturday would be a day with plenty of time to spot the one
they wanted.



Chet parked his truck behind Jennings' house, in the paved spot just beyond
the basement door.  As they went in Josh realized this was the first time
he had been here since the night Jennings poked his fingers up his butt and
made him drink a cup of his own cum.

"Want to sit down and talk first?" Josh asked.  He could see Chet was
massively boned.  When he got no answer, he said, "Let's get over to the
sofa.  You won't need to pin me down this time."

"Maybe I won`t have to, but it was fun when we were messing around."

"Yeah that bone of yours wouldn't stay down, would it?"

"No, I can always count on it to come through for me." Chet replied.

"Even with Cindy?"

"She still won't give me any.  She gets me so hot, and then she says she
needs to study or something.  Talk about blue balls."

They sat side by side.  Josh put his arm around Chet.  He liked the feeling
and Chet must have too, because that bone in his pants jumped again.

"Let me help you out of these things" Josh said, turning to face him as he
started unbuttoning his shirt.  Chet looked away and blushed, but he didn't
reject the offer.

He continued looking away as Josh took off the shirt, got the undershirt,
and opened his pants.  He figured maybe Chet was shy, which is sort of odd
in a guy who spends his whole life around naked athletes in school showers.
He leaned close to Chet.

"Time to slip off your pants."  Chet didn't move.  Josh stood in front of
him, leaned down and began pulling them from the waist.  Chet rose up
enough that Josh got both the pants and boxers off together.  Chet's bone
stood rigid.  Josh sighed as he looked at it.

He reached down and gently but firmly wrapped his hand around it.  He
slipped off his pants and stepped out of them, then released Chet's dick.
He finished getting undressed, and then sat down by Chet.

"You ready for this?" he asked, grasping his pole again.  He thought about
how Chet's dick had been hard for a while, but his own was just now rigid.
Maybe he wasn't gay and Chet was.

Normally a considerate guy, Josh decided to see how far he could draw Chet
into sex, see what it took to get him so horny he couldn't stop.  Sitting
beside him, he stroked it and slid the skin further back from the head.
Chet responded with an intake of air.

"This thing of yours, it's pretty strong, isn't it, Chet?"  Josh meant what
he was saying, but to ice the cake he adopted a tone of admiration.  He
kept gently stroking it, wanting to play some more with the head.  Ricky
was the only other uncut guy Josh had been able to see close up.

He realized the foreskin was like a tube, and he could manipulate the trunk
as much as he wanted.  With cut guys, lube was usually necessary after the
precum ran out.  But he liked what Chet had and he honestly wanted to play
with it a while.

He had admired Chet since last summer.  In the locker room he didn't get
close to the bigger guys -- there was always too much chance they'd decide
to play with you or harass you.  But the dark hair and slightly darker tone
of the skin had made Chet an impressive figure in the locker room, dripping
wet from the shower, twisting as he toweled himself off.  Josh liked the
way that thing of his swung as he dried off.

Now it was rigid and the slit was moist from precum.  Josh's fingers
dampened themselves in it.  Chet held his breath, then exhaled and said
"Wow!  I don't think any guy or really anybody has ever done that to me."

The foreskin was fully drawn back from the head, revealing a nicely defined
ridge with the gully immediately after it.  It seemed almost to strain.
Josh wondered if it was straining for him.  He was fully erect now too.

It seemed that Josh was the experienced one and Chet was the virgin.  "What
would you like to do now?" Josh asked quietly.  His voice was soft but
friendly.  He still held Chet's bone; he liked the feel of it.

Chet moved closer and put his arms around Josh.  He was taller and liked
the idea that Josh was sort of soft like a girl.  He told himself that's
why he felt attracted to Josh; it had nothing to do with whether he was
gay.  He slipped an arm around Josh, then slid his other hand down, and
took hold of Josh's bone.  Now it was Josh's turn to quiver.

"What next?  What would please you the most?" Josh asked.

"I want to know if I'm gay.  So just do what gay guys do when they have
someone who is new."

"It's not like a club with rules, Chet.  Most of what people have done to
me has been without my consent.  But let's just touch each other's bodies
for a little while."  He reached over and played with Chet's nipples.  Chet
sighed.

"I didn't know that could feel so good."

"Do you play with Cindy's?"

"When she lets me, but I thought that only worked for girls."  He stayed
boned even though Josh no longer had his hand on it.  Chet began playing
with Josh's nips as well, and Josh sighed.  He was totally boned and
dripping.  Chet reached over and toyed with Josh's dick, letting his
fingers play on it.

"That dick of yours is kind of cute.  It's different for guys who are cut,
isn't it?"

"Yes I guess.  I need the precum to make it slick, but your bone has its
own tube to pump it up."  He sighed and gave a little moan as Chet
continued working it.  Reaching down, he took some precum on his finger and
lifted it to Chet's mouth.

"Go ahead, taste mine.  I'll be tasting yours.  It won't hurt you."

Chet accepted the finger, licked it, and then took it into his mouth and
sucked on it.  Josh was really happy.  Maybe this was somebody who could
help him get over Ricky.

Chet returned the favor, touching Josh's copious precum and putting his
finger in Josh's mouth.  After he withdrew it, he used the tip to play with
Josh's slit.  Josh trembled with the sensitivity.

After a little while Josh said, "Let's don't shoot off yet.  Roll over and
let me play with your butt."

As he got down beside Chet and pulled himself onto Chet's lower back, he
realized his butt wasn't round like Ricky's.  It was a fine butt with
little soft dark hairs...but it was a little flat by comparison.  He ran
his fingers down Chet's crack, and felt the trembling.  He knew what he
wanted to do next.

"Pull your butt cheeks apart" he told him.  Chet reached back and spread
them.  Josh looked in the crack and saw the hole.  The hair surrounding it
was dark, but the hole didn't seem too tight.  He figured somebody had
opened it sometime in the recent past.  He wanted to open it.

"Did you bring any lube?" Josh asked.

Chet, face down, sounded muffled as he said that Jennings always had lube
and condoms in the top right desk drawer.  Josh got up and walked across
while Chet turned his head to look sideways and see Josh's butt and then
his bouncing bone coming back.  Josh was aware of the glances and felt even
more confident.

"Chet, stay on your stomach but slide one leg off the sofa.  It'll open up
your butt area."  He dripped some lube down in the crack, then took his
finger to probe the trench.  Chet flinched, and gradually sighed.

"Do you like that?" Josh asked.

He was greeted with what was almost a glowing purr.  Josh was glad because
he really liked this ass.  He leaned down and kissed the cheeks.  Chet
humped the sofa over the joy of it.

"Spread your cheeks.  Pull them wide apart.  I'm going to show you some fun
things I've learned in the last few days."

Chet pulled them wide and Josh could get a good view of the hole.  He
leaned close and with the tip of his tongue touched the rosebud.  He was
glad to taste the freshness that meant Chet was really clean.  He poked a
finger against the entrance.  Then lubing his fingers, he inserted the
first one.  He paused at the entrance, Chet winced, Josh push the first one
in, Chet winced again, and then sighed.

"It's not too bad.  I thought it would be terrible."

Josh decided to sound very wise.  "You just relax and go with the flow.
There's nothing to worry about."  He began inserting deeper until he was
down to the knuckle.  He wiggled it and Chet wiggled back.  It was fun
making Chet's butt wiggle.

"Ready for more?"

Chet giggled.  `Yep', Josh thought, `Chet's definitely gay.'

He built up to three fingers going in.  That caused a little pain for Chet,
but after Josh pulled them out, Chet said "This is weird, but I feel empty
back there, like something's missing."

Josh saw his fingers were clean, so he took the index finger of each hand
and spread the hole sideways by pulling in opposite directions.  It was
great to look deep into Chet, where the white became pink and then deeper a
mighty red.  He stuck his tongue there and Chet went wild.

After a bit Josh rolled Chet over.  His dick was swollen and totally
tumescent, the head fiercely wanting action.  Josh kissed it.  Chet screwed
up his eyes in a sort of ecstasy.

"It was so gentle and yet so..."  He couldn't put it into words.

"Let's try it this way.  You swing around and throw your legs over the back
of the sofa and let your head be almost off the edge.  I'll lean over you
so my dick is in your face and then I'll lean down so yours is in mine.
Want to try that?"

For the first time, Chet stopped him.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to suck a guy's dick.  I mean I don't mind a guy
doing what you did to me, but I don't think -- "

"Come on, Chet.  You wanted to know.  You won't know unless you try these
experiences."

When Chet remained silent, Josh got in position and lowered his hips so his
dick was right at Chet's lips.  "Just open your mouth.  You don't have to
do anything else.  I'll slide it in.  You can just let it rest on your
tongue.  I mean if I can stick my tongue in your asshole, you sure ought to
be able to let my dick lie on your tongue."

Chet obeyed.  At the same time Josh sucked Chet's dick into his mouth.
Chet signed, and in so doing received Josh's dick.  It was a shock and he
bucked and went rigid.  Josh just kept sucking Chet, and after a few
minutes Chet relaxed.  He tried sloshing his tongue on Josh's dick and
decided it wasn't as bad as he had been afraid.  Actuality the tongue could
feel things about it that were kind of interesting.

He smelled Josh's pubes and sucked better as time went by.  His own dick
was sending him the best signals in the world.  He wondered why he had
waited so long to get this good a blow job.  He felt himself building as
the semen began to churn.  His balls tightened up.  Then Josh said:

"Don't shoot yet.  There's other stuff first."  Josh pulled off his bone,
and Chet let Josh's slip out of his mouth.  Chet sighed a mighty sigh.
With Josh facing him, he put his hand on Josh's cheek.  He felt the
smoothness and he looked into Josh's wide blue eyes.  Those eyes radiated
lust.  Not just sex, but real deep lust.  He had never seen a guy this
turned on.  Caught up in the moment, Chet pulled Josh's face to him and
kissed him.  It was a deep, tongue in mouth, lick his tonsils type of kiss.
It was better than anything he and Cindy had ever had.

They went into an embrace so deep that as he rolled on Josh their dicks
almost got hurt in the crush

"Sorry, I'm new to this" Chet said.

"No problem" Josh replied and returned to kissing.  He wished he could stay
in Chet's arms forever.

As their intensity grew, they stopped to catch their breath.  Josh asked
Chet, "Can I have you now?  Or do you want to have me first?"

He could tell by Chet's expression that he wasn't prepared for this.  He
had a dazed, sexually mindblown look.

Josh leaned close and held him.  "It'll be OK, Chet, I promise."  He rubbed
Chet's cheek, and Chet responded with a kiss.  They held on to each other
for a minute.  Josh realized Chet was afraid of where the next step might
lead, so he gave him an alternative.

"Chet, here's a condom and lube.  I'm pretty opened up back there after the
last few days.  I'll get in position and let you do the rest."

Chet was so horned he could hardly speak. He nodded and patted Josh in
appreciation.

"Here, I'll do the honors and put the rubber on for you."  It was fun
lubing the bone and slipping the condom on.  He added lube and gave a few
good strokes, playing with it even as he reached behind and lubed himself.

"Let me get on the sofa and pull my feet up.  You slide in and you can hold
my ankles back as you pump.  Just go in slow, OK?"

The next few moments were among the most memorable of Josh's life.  He
loved the look on Chet's face as he started in, thrusting after he was all
set, and growing in intensity as he built up speed.  Chet's look at first
was unfocused, the way a guy doesn't look directly at the next guy when
you're peeing.  But as the emotions grew, he began to look more and more at
Josh, finally as he thrust leaning so close he gave him a kiss.

Josh kept repeating Chet's name.  Chet made all the sounds of great sex.
Josh began jerking his own meat in time with Chet's rhythm.  As Josh shot
his butt contracted and it drove Chet over the edge as well.  They finally
collapsed in each other's arms.  They lay exhausted for a time.

Then as they began to recover, Josh reached over and put his hand on Chet's
dick.  Chet winced.  "Not yet.  Too sensitive."

Josh kept his hand there anyhow. He liked the feeling of control.  "How was
it, Chet?"

Chet was sweating.  "It was great.  Thanks a lot, Josh."

"Did it answer anything for you?"

Chet grinned.  "Yeah.  You're a great fuck and you give the best blow job
in town."

Reaching over he tussled Josh's hair.  Josh grinned back.  "Want to do it
again some time?"

"Any time, Josh."

"Think we ought to head for home now?"  He looked at the clothes scattered
on the floor.

"OK.  Let's get up from here."  When they did, Chet took Josh in his arms
and held him tight.  It was like he didn't want to let go.

"You're a great guy, Josh.  Thanks for this."

They would remember this night for a long time to come.  It could prove to
be their refuge against what might lie ahead.

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                                End of Chapter 24

(The next chapter will begin with Saturday, a day when a lot of things
happen.  - Bart)