Chapter Twelve -- Doomsday Arriving
(If anyone finds this chapter a little long for a single reading, there is a break at the point where Eric goes into the woods. That might be close to a halfway point for stopping.)
Friday finally arrived. This was the date for the Friday night stag party, and Yancy and I were to be their special guests. I had sort of hoped the world might just end before Friday came. That way we'd all die together in some explosion that tore the earth from its orbit and sent us careening away from the sun into the freezing cold of endless night. Or else maybe fall into the sun and burn to a crisp. But like always for me, no such luck. It was Friday and the world was still here.
Because I had a restless night, I slept a little later than usual. I had been troubled by a dream of being tortured. What was so bad that was it made me totally boned. When I woke up my nuts ached. But I remembered Paul said no sex until after the stag party. I knew it was going to be a long day.
The one bright spot was that I was off duty for the day. I wondered how Mark and the seafood display at the mall was going to go. I'm glad Mr. Penser said he would check it out. At least he could see for himself the obstacles facing me yesterday. Maybe he'd be more understanding of my situation.
I was still sitting around in my boxers when the phone rang. It was Turkey Johnson. His voice was the smooth voice of a salesman. It had warmth and sincerity, just to the right extent needed to make a sale.
"Elwood, I wanted to ask you about someone you might remember. He's been giving me a lot of trouble at my job, and I thought asking you about him might help me understand him better."
"Sure. But I go by Woody now, not Elwood. And not Turkey either, so forget that awful nickname if you want to get any information out of me. I really hated that name and the people who used it on me."
I realized most people didn't want high school things to catch up with them over the years, preferring to let the high school days die with graduation. "Agreed, Woody."
He said he had some clients over my way and he invited me to join him for lunch. "How about the Westgate Mall in the food court, ok? Say maybe about noon?"
After my experience yesterday at the Westgate Mall, I wasn't sure I wanted to go back there anytime soon. Add to that the fact that Mark and maybe some of the others might be there still setting up the seafood display, I almost said no, but instead I agreed. I wondered how much Turkey would have changed after 7 years.
I got there a little before noon. I avoided the corridor that would have put me down by Mark and Kevin's display area. Instead I went toward the sports shops with all the football regalia. I was surprised to see the three jocks from yesterday looking at items in one. They were wearing muscle shirts to emphasize their biceps, and tight jeans that rode high on their doublewide asses. They seemed to be the picture of confidence. I figured they hadn't been caught yesterday, and were back to shoplifting again today.
I stood there looking through the window into the shop watching to see what they might do. That might have worked ok, but one glanced up, saw me, and nudged his two buddies. They looked my way and suddenly burst out laughing. One pumped his arm in the air. I guess they were in the crowd that saw me forced into a game of naked keep-away yesterday. That was embarrassing. I went on to the food court, determined to leave the mall by a different route so I wouldn't come across them again.
I had no trouble recognizing Turkey when I got there. He was heavier but still had the athlete's build, the same nondescript hair and foreboding look that I remembered. He was dressed in 'work casual': a jacket, light blue shirt with dark slacks and socks, and loafers that looked expensive. The increased weight made him seem taller, maybe, and even with his settled look he seemed more imposing. He waved when he spotted me, and we went to choose our food. Back at the table I got down to business, telling him how Kevin blamed me for his encounter with Turkey.
Turkey looked at me carefully. "You wired or something?"
I thought he meant was I excited. I shook my head. "No I'm always this way. Do I seem hyper or something?"
Turkey frowned. "I meant are you recording this for someone?"
"No. Good grief. I'm asking for help to get free of Kevin."
Turkey relaxed. "All right. It's just that his story doesn't really match what actually happened."
I must have look puzzled, so he said "Kevin's tricky, and from things I have heard I think his uncle is too. I just want to be careful about anything from the past. In the insurance business, a bad reputation can ruin you."
He took a deep breath and began his story.
"This is what really went on. I found him in the bathroom and decided to have some fun. So I said if he would kiss my butt I'd get his clothes and bring them back in. He just looked at me in a really weird way, and said he'd gladly kiss my dick if I'd do it. I thought he was joking. I went and got his clothes. When I brought them to him, he kneeled down and started kissing my dick. No shit. This 13 year old holding my pecker and kissing and slobbering all over it. Then before I could pull away, he started sucking it. I swear. Right there on the second floor boys' bathroom, he was sucking me."
Then Turkey leaned across and tapped me on the chest. "Before you get any ideas, I didn't bone up. Well not at first. I mean at first I wondered what the heck this was all about. It couldn't be hero worship since I wasn't a football hero. I played ball, pretty good too if I do say so myself, but I wasn't a star. But after he started sucking really good - and let me tell you, I am positive he already had had plenty of practice - I started getting really boned up. That only encouraged him, and before long he was licking my balls and licking my dick head, and then sucking away. When I was about to shoot, I pulled out and damn if he didn't stuff it back in his mouth after the first shot actually hit his face.
"When it was over he put on his clothes. Incidentally, I could see how hard his little pecker was. It was tiny anyhow, but when he was hard it only grew to maybe two inches at the most. But really hard. I checked him out."
"Huh?" I wondered what made Turkey do that.
"I reached down there and grabbed it in my fingers and he went all woozy on me like he was going to faint, and then he shot a tiny bit of cum onto my fingers. Just like that. He must have been on edge the whole time."
"I see." I had the feeling there was more to this, and as he continued I realized I was right.
"Right then I decided on the craziest move of my life - at least of my life in high school. I told him if he wanted that thing to grow, he had to suck more dick. Well he just looked at me, and then got a sad expression and sort of whimpered he didn't have any dicks to suck on, that guys would kill him if he tried to suck their dicks." Turkey looked at me with a very smug grin. "You remember how it is at that age, they'd rather die than say they wanted to suck dick or have their dick sucked."
I wanted to hear what would happen next, so I nodded wisely, but I thought Turkey was full of crap about what 13 year olds did and didn't want.
Turkey continued, "So I pretended to think real deeply, and then like I suddenly had an idea I said 'Well if you work hard at it, I could let you suck mine. But it would take a lot of sucking to make that thing of yours grow, and with football practice and all I couldn't be doing it more than say once a day.'
"Man he fell all over himself. He was so grateful. He said he'd meet me wherever I wanted. I told him it would have to be the gym after practice on weekdays, and at the old restroom behind the practice field on weekends.
"By now he was dressed, but he fell to his knees again and started sucking my dick and thanking me. That gave me ideas for future fun with him."
"Future fun?"
Turkey had warmed to his story. "Yep. I realized I could do stuff like make him crawl up to me and beg before I'd let him suck it. Those green eyes looking at me so eagerly. I swear it would melt your heart or harden your equipment, depending on your preference. And every time when he finished, I would take that hard little thing of his and use two fingers to squeeze the tip until I got another weak cum out of it. Every time, Eric. Once I shot my load, he was ready to shoot his. Right on the spot. No work to get it off. Just primed and quivering. But the odd thing is that the more he blew me, the more I became aware that that little thing of his actually was growing bigger.
"When I pointed that out to him, he wanted to start blowing me twice a day. Well, Eric, I had a girlfriend and besides I was getting tired of his blow jobs even though technically he was getting better. So I asked him if he would like a second person that he could blow. He looked panicked at first, so I cinched the deal by pretending if he didn't agree, I wouldn't let him blow me either and then his dick would stay the size it was at right then.
"Man you've never seen a kid do a faster turn around. Yes he wanted another guy, but he didn't want me to quit either. I knew I really had him. Just to be sure, I reached down and unzipped his pants and reached into his briefs and touched his little pecker. Now mind you, he wasn't blowing me at the time. We were just talking one day after lunch, out back. There was no excitement to make it hard except our conversation, but the second I touched it he got all woozy again, sort of gasping. And then as I squeezed with two fingers, I felt his little drops of cum. So I took my hand out and held the fingers in front of his lips and told him to suck this off. I didn't think he'd do it, but he was so anxious to please me he started sucking my fingers."
Turkey paused and took some more bites of his food before continuing. I was fascinated with his account. I would never have guessed this about Kevin. "So you're saying he got dependent on having you squeeze him there just as much as sucking you?"
"Well I don't know how he felt about it; I'm just judging by the results. Like when I got a friend, Buford Sasser - did you ever know him? Nice guy and a total pussy hound. Anyway he thought this was hilarious and a good chance to really get a guy good, so he agreed. Wherever we were doing it, and it got so we used the old practice field's facilities most of the time, one of us would stand outside since neither of us liked being watched while we had sex. And that goes for blowjobs too.
"Well what I was trying to say is I had told Sasser about squeezing that little thing of Kevin's right after shooting your load, and he agreed with me that Kevin would dribble his cum into his fingers in like maybe 2 seconds. Course Sasser developed his own technique about that."
"What was that"?" I asked. This was getting very interesting.
Turkey started to laugh. "He said he would make him lick up the dribble, just like I did, but then he'd hold on to that thing and ask him all sorts of questions about his sex life, about who he liked, about how much he jacked, about where was the most unusual place he had ever done it. Sasser would repeat it to me, and together we built up sort of a biography of Kevin or maybe like a profile of incriminating evidence. You know what I mean, stuff that would embarrass the hell out of him if we ever went around telling people. In fact I kind of toyed with the idea of getting Kevin to a party somewhere and then to start telling people all his little secrets. But there was too much age difference between us. I was a senior and he was 13 and we just didn't attend the same parties."
I wanted to make sure he wasn't lying. This was just tool great to be true. "So you got to do all this and not get caught?"
"Never did. Maybe it was the location, maybe we got lucky. When it got to be spring we came up with a new way to get Kevin. When he'd show up we'd make him strip and one of us would carry his clothes out to the road or else to the top of that hill behind the field, while he was sucking off the other one. He wouldn't know which place his clothes would be. And it was late afternoon, after school, but the sun was setting later every day so he wouldn't have any twilight to hide him.
"Actually we would have made him come after dark if there had been any lights in the bathroom. But we wanted to see him in action so we always did it with plenty of light. And that made his run to the road or to the hill top that much better. And if any people, kids from school or whoever, were around we'd holler after him "Go, Kevin! Run, dude!" and then we'd die laughing. But we found a way to make it better."
"How was that?" I was getting boned. I hated the effect this story was having on me, but it was just so great to hear about.
"We'd put part of his clothes in one spot and part in the other. So he'd end up having to go both places. We wouldn't give him a hint, and usually we'd make sure he wouldn't get both his pants and his underwear at the same spot. Him running up the hill in his little tighty whities trying to find his pants was a hoot."
"And it ended when you graduated?"
"Yes. I told Sasser he could continue with Kevin if he wanted, but he's straight too and he wasn't interested. We were just having fun at Kevin's expense. But at least by the time we were through, his little dick actually had grown some. And between the two of us, we guessed Kevin drank about a gallon of cum. I mean both of us had big balls and large ejaculations."
He paused a moment and then said "That's another thing. We called him 'Gobbler' because he gobbled down our cum. We'd see him in the hall and move our lips saying 'Gobbler' and he'd look embarrassed. But we only said it out loud when we were at the field house restroom. We'd say 'Here little Gobbler, come get your medicine.' We'd laugh our damn heads off over that."
It sounded like he had finished his story. That was when I said "Did you know Kevin might be here today? He's supposed to be working on a seafood display project for Saturday."
Turkey's eyes narrowed and he smirked with the thought. "So you're saying maybe if we went to see him, that might keep him quiet?"
"If you'd help me, it would be worth a try."
Turkey smiled. "Gobbler." He put his hands together. "Yes, Gobbler might actually want to gobble some more. After all, it's been seven years."
We got up. I was boned but I had my hand in my pocket. I glanced over at Turkey but I couldn't tell for sure if he was getting that way too.
"Down this hall."
We saw them before they saw us. Kevin and Rico were getting the refrigerator displays cleaned and operational. Kevin was off to one side setting some posters up. I wondered if Penser was around, but I didn't see him.
"Hey, Gobbler!" I called out. Kevin froze, then turned in my direction, his face red with anger. His green eyes blazed. He pushed his dark hair back out of his face. That was when he saw Turkey. It was priceless.
Turkey was standing beside me, smiling broadly.
"Hi Kevin. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
He started to walk over, his hand outstretched.
Kevin started backing up, moving further into the room. He was shaking his head from side to side so rapidly it was the most definite 'no' I've ever seen.
"Stay away" he said.
Rico looked up, puzzled as to what this was all about. Turkey was enjoying his moment.
"Come on, Kevin. You used to be so glad to see me..."
Kevin kept saying no and holding up his hands as if to ward off an attack.
"Sure, Kevin, it's been a while. But that doesn't mean we aren't still the same friends we used to be. I bet you'd like something to eat right now, wouldn't you?" He moved his hand suggestively toward the fly on his trousers.
Finally Kevin found his voice, or at least enough of it to say something more than no. "Woody, where did you -"
"Where did I come from? Eric looked me up. When he told me what you and your friends have been doing to him, I just had to come over."
At that point, Kevin looked at me wild eyed. In desperation he said "Eric, I'm sorry. Get him away."
Rico came over by Kevin. "What's up, Kev? Shall we throw these guys out?"
Turkey just grinned. "Yes and I can show people some really great pictures of Kevin when he was 13. He had a real hobby that he certainly enjoyed back then. He couldn't get enough of it. Has he told you about it?"
Kevin was desperate. He was standing on one foot and then the other, like he couldn't keep still.
"Keep away from me, Woody. I mean it."
Turkey stopped, and began to turn around like he was leaving. "Well sure, if that's what you really want. And I'll send you copies of your pictures and then maybe also post them somewhere for your friends to see." I wondered if he really would walk away like that.
"Wait." Kevin sounded scared. "Wait. Let's talk."
Mark had stopped work as well and now he stood by Rico watching the scene being played out before him.
Turkey turned back and came over to Kevin. Putting a hand on his shoulder - and I saw Kevin cringe - he said "Come on out to my car. You and Eric and I can settle things. OK?"
Kevin looked up at him. "Does Eric have to come too?"
Turkey nodded. "You've been so interested in Eric recently, you wouldn't want him to miss seeing you in action, would you?"
"Woody, man, not that. Not with Eric. Anybody but him. Don't-"
I wondered what Mark and Rico thought of all this. Certainly a whole lot was being implied without actually being spelled out. Turkey was guiding Kevin out while he still was begging.
As Turkey leaned close to him, I heard him say "Don't make a scene in the mall, Kevin. Have the balls to take what's coming without wimping out."
We passed those three high school jocks, who stopped and looked at us. They seemed amused but only nudged each other. One was carrying a gym bag and I wondered what store stuff they had hidden it in. Another had a plastic bag from the hardware store with some rope hanging out. I guess they at least had bought that. Then one pointed at me and made an exaggerated gesture like he was holding a long dick in his hands and was having trouble lifting it. The others collapsed laughing.
That's why I hate being nude. My dick length is something I can't control. And whenever I've been nude it always brings on jokes and comments and sneers. In light of that, it might seem odd that I made such a stupid bet with Kevin last Friday about running around the bases naked, but I was so sure we were going to win. If my team hadn't let me down, it would have been him running the bases and I wouldn't be in the bad spot I am today.
Out in the parking lot, Turkey pointed to a big sleek dark green car with tinted windows.
"That's mine over there. Come on."
Kevin walked like a condemned man, his feet just mechanically moving him along.
When we got to the car, Turkey opened the passenger side door and told Kevin to get in, then told me to get in the back seat. I was surprised at how much room there was in it. He came around and got in the driver's side, then looked back at me.
"I think you'll enjoy this, Eric." Then looking at Kevin he asked, "Where shall we leave your clothes this time?" Before Kevin could even begin to answer, he went on "I always liked the sight of your bare butt high tailing it up the hill. But I think you did well by the road, too, as I recall. I think the cars honking at you sort of inspired you. It gave that extra tingle that really set your little dick off." Turning to me he said "When it was over that little thing of his would be totally hard. He said he couldn't help it, but before our times together ended he said he would jack off remembering that." Then back to Kevin he asked, "Does it still remind you of those times when you jack off?"
Kevin had his head in his heads, slumping against the back of the seat. "Don't do this."
"You haven't answered my question."
"What?" Then he caught himself and said "Oh that. About jacking. No, because once I discovered girls my high school years remained very normal."
"Still want a taste of me?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Take off your clothes and give them to Eric."
"Here in the parking lot?"
"The windows are tinted. No one will see you...until you get out and start streaking for your clothes, that is."
"I'm not sure they are tinted enough."
"Stay taking your clothes off, Kevin. As I recall, you were always eager to get out of them when you knew I was going to let you suck me off."
"That's not-"
"Oh yes, it's true. After practice, you'd be hanging around the gym door waiting for team showers to be finished. Some guys used to kid me about that. They'd refer to you as my 'little buddy.' Ha! Little did they know."
Kevin raised his head. His eyes were damp but I'm sure he'd deny he was about to cry. He reached over and tugged on Turkey's shoulder, almost like a little kid would do. I began to see their relationship in a different light.
"Start taking them off, Kevin. If you don't, we'll drive out in the country, strip you, and drive back here with your clothes. I don't think you want that to happen."
Kevin sniffled loudly, and began reluctantly pulling his shirt. But after a moment he stopped. He had pulled his T up halfway so that his nipples were showing.
Turkey turned and looked back at me. "Want to take him to your place? I want you to see how good he sucks dick, or at least how good he used to be."
"I ain't that good any more. I've never sucked dick since then, and never even wanted to."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Woody, it's the truth."
"Well we'll see. Anyhow a few refresher lessons will get you back up to speed. You can suck Eric for starters."
That amazed me. Worse still, I started getting hard just imagining Kevin having to do that.
Looking toward the mall, Kevin pleaded "I'm supposed to be back in there."
"That's not my problem, Kevin. Now keep stripping or things will get a whole lot worse."
"Don't make me strip." His voice was almost a sob. "If I have to suck your dick, then I guess I'll just have to. But don't make me do it naked."
"Kevin, you always loved doing it naked. You used to say that was almost the best part of it."
Wow! I was in the midst of a damn epiphany! I was learning stuff I would never have believed could happen.
"Woody, why are you doing this to me?"
"Well after I heard about all the things you and your buddies have been doing to Eric, I realized it was time for you and me to relive the old days. I want Eric to see what the guy who's been persecuting him is really like. And I'm even going to tell him why you're begging me now not to make you take your clothes off."
Kevin looked up now. "Huh? Why do you think I would want to get out of undressing. Anybody in a car in a public parking lot probably would not want to strip down."
"Right, Kevin, but in your case that's not the whole reason. It's something far more devastating than that."
I sat like I was hypnotized. This drama was unfolding right in front of me and I was hard as hell. The damn thing wanted to fight its way out of my pants. I was so horned I could hardly stand it.
"What do you think this so called reason is?" Kevin was getting riled now.
"All right then, Kevin, just remember you asked for it." Turning to me he said "Kevin's totally boned now. He always got that way when he knew I was going to let him suck me off. He lived for that hot juice and my hot tool in his mouth. Kevin's been boned since the moment back in the mall there when I put my hand on his shoulder. My touch used to run through him like electricity."
"That's not true!" Kevin sounded defiant.
"All right, Kevin, prove it."
"Huh?"
"Pull down your pants and underwear and let Eric see for himself."
Kevin looked trapped. "Um...Woody, don't make me do that."
"You want to go to the old practice field like we used to do? Plenty of good spots to put your clothes while you're sucking me off. I bet Eric'd enjoy watching you running buck naked up to the top of the hill to try and find your stuff." He reached down and turned on the ignition. "That's what we'll do then. Let's see if the old restroom still smells the same."
"No!" Kevin squealed. "I'm pulling them down now. Please Woody. Give me a chance."
Woody turned the engine off and shot me a grin. "Ok but hurry up. I want Eric to see what you've got down there." After a pause, he asked "Remember how you used to beg me for it? You really loved my dick. And you swallowed every bit of my cum." He laughed gently. "Those were the days."
My mind was remembering how he had said he could reach down there and give Kevin's little thing a two finger squeeze and he'd cum. I wondered if he was going to do that now.
"Ok" Kevin said and turned to face me over the seat back.
Woody said "You'd better lean forward, Eric, to get the best view."
I pulled myself forward and leaned down to see. Kevin's dick was very hard, and it had grown tremendously since our long ago bathroom episode. It was a very normal hard length now, with dark pubes framing it nicely. The head looked good too. As I watched, Woody reached over and took the tip of that erection in the tips of his fingers, and Kevin let out a moan.
"Don't cum on my car seats!" Woody snapped.
"It's not...like...that" Kevin said amid gasps of what seemed to be either shame or pleasure. "After all this time, I didn't think I would react the same way."
Woody nodded. "Ok so now you can hand Eric your clothes. Here's what I think we'll do. While you suck me off, Eric will go back behind the mall where there's a grove of trees between here and the interstate, and find a good spot to hide your clothes. Hopefully he'll get them close enough to the road that some folks can get a good look at you as you run around hunting them."
The tip of Kevin's dick was still in Woody's fingers, and Kevin was making little movements that showed something was going on down there. It gave me some pleasure to see him going through stuff just like he made me go through.
I couldn't resist. "How're you liking that, Kevin?" I asked, reaching over to pat him on the butt. His butt felt good to the touch. I realized I was becoming attracted to his body - not to him, certainly - but to his body. In the past week I had begun to learn that there are certain butt skin types just like there are certain dick skin types and certain chest types.
Kevin didn't answer, but gave me a scared look like he didn't want to make any enemies at this point.
Woody looked back at me. "Tell you what, Eric. Go ahead now and find places for his clothes. Not all together, hopefully with his underwear and pants as far apart as possible, to keep them off him until then. If he does like he used to do, his dick will stay hard until long after he's dressed again. Right Kevin?"
Kevin didn't answer.
"When he's finished with doing me, I'll turn him loose on his scavenger hunt. When he's dressed and back here, I'll let him suck you too. It's the least he can do after all he's done to you."
I thought about tonight being the stag party and I remembered Paul's warning about sexual activity before then. Plus I had already broken the rule last night with Yancy. But now we were only about seven hours away from the thing tonight.
"Um...Woody, maybe I better pass for now. I have something important tonight-"
"Hot date?"
"Something like that," I grinned.
"So you want to save your load until then? You're passing up a mighty good mouth, you know that don't you?"
Kevin was totally boned even though Woody had let go of his dick. I nodded and reached over and patted Kevin on the butt. I knew he would hate that. "I know. Maybe Kevin will give me a rain check."
"I'll give you some pictures to use for ammunition - ones we'll be taking in just a minute while you go hide his clothes."
Kevin looked pissed, so that sounded really good to me. Then he said:
"I'll pull around back now. You hop out when we stop and get started in the woods. I'll send him on to you once he's swallowed my load. That'll be a treat, won't it, Kevin?"
Kevin said nothing. Woody reached over, took his chin in one hand, and lifted his face, forcing him to look at him directly.
"Won't it, Kevin?"
I could tell Kevin really hated to answer that, but finally he grudgingly said yes.
We pulled around back and I opened the door to get out. I couldn't resist one final jab. "Do a good job, Kevin. Make me proud of you." He gave me what looked like a silent snarl, and I patted him on the butt (again!) and got out, his clothes held tightly against my chest. That was going to be a ball.
The woods began almost the moment the paved area back of the mall stopped. There were a few water oaks but mostly pines. The woods got thick right away, plus there were tall weeds and volunteer things that would give his legs some trouble. Taller ones might even brush his dick. For the trees themselves, the nice thing about southern pines is they have a lot of sap, and if you're naked and jumping to get your clothes off a branch, it can get sticky and maybe even sore.
I wanted to have a good time watching him hunting buck naked, especially if Woody proved right that Kevin stayed boned for a while afterward. I found a good spot under a bush for his shoes, and tossed his shirt high on a branch. I wanted him to be able to see it, since the sap would make him really hate trying to climb the tree. I could imagine his dread, especially if he hadn't found his trousers or briefs by that time. He would be desperate to have something anything to cover himself, but he wouldn't want to try that sticky climb. I imagine pine sap on your dick would be hard to get off, and if you were still totally boned...
For his briefs, I saw a puddle still left from last night's rain. I dropped them in it, letting them get not only wet but muddy. THey'd be too soggy for him to put on.
Finally after looking at several good spots, I hid his trousers in a hard clay area where they were several fire ant mounds. Those red ants can sting like crazy and make really painful welts. I put them between two of the biggest mounds. I didn't do anything to get the ants started, but I wondered if he'd step into an ant hill trying to get to them. If he was in a rush, he probably wouldn't be careful.
Just then, I heard voices coming in my direction. They sounded like teen agers, but there was a certain macho tone in their voices.
"Man I couldn't believe you kept them so busy buying that damn useless rope, they never saw us lifting stuff."
"Well hell, Jacob, that's the secret of getting away with things."
Then suddenly they came out of the woods right in front of me.
There was a general reaction all around. They remembered me of course and I remembered them.
"What's up?" one of them asked. They stood there, not sure if they had been caught.
Then the dark haired one said "Who's trousers are those by the ant hills?"
"It's sort of a hazing. It's an initiation, and somebody's going to come this way soon looking for them."
"And what do you do when that happens?"
"I let him get them. The secret is to find them, that's all," I didn't know why I was explaining this to them, but somehow the situation seemed a little dangerous. They were big for their ages, upcoming high school seniors probably, and football players obviously.
"What's the guy wearing while he looks for them?"
I grinned. "Nothing."
They grinned back.
"Just like you yesterday."
They all laughed. I started to go, but one of them had gotten behind me.
"We liked your show yesterday."
"Thanks."
"We'd like to se it again."
"Sorry, that was a one time deal."
The one behind me grabbed my wrists while the other two tackled me. Soon I was down on the ground with my wrists held high while they pulled off my shirt. The pants and underwear came next, and then they tied my hands behind me with the rope one of them had bought.
"See, Isaac, I told you buying the rope was going to be worth it."
Isaac was busy staring at my dick, which kind of unnerved me. I wasn't hard any more, but I had leaked a little with all the stuff about Kevin, and I knew it wouldn't take much to get me hard again.
"Stand up" the dark haired one called Miles said.
I got to my feet. It took a little effort with my hands tied behind me and me lying flat on the ground.
"Shake that thing" Isaac said.
"My hands are tied" I explained.
That made him mad. He had pale skin and lifeless dishwater hair. "That's not what I meant, asshole. I meant for you to shake that thing so I can see it swing. I liked that yesterday."
The others agreed. One got behind me and popped me on the butt with something. I guess it was a steel tool they had shoplifted.
"You heard Isaac" he said.
The dark haired one, Miles, grinned. "Way to go, Jacob. Pop that butt with the wrench. Let's see how high he can jump. That ought to make that hose of his swing."
"Jumping jacks" Isaac said. He was right in front of me now. His eyes had a sort of yellow look, as washed out as his hair and skin. Jacob popped my butt again, harder. It hurt.
"Better get started" Miles said. "You'll have a damn sore butt if you don't. Right Jacob?"
In response Jacob swatted my butt again. I jumped and Isaac grabbed my dick.
"That's the biggest pee slit I ever saw."
"So you go around checking that out with guys?" I asked.
That was a mistake. The other two laughed, but Isaac's face flushed red and the yellow eyes gleamed like an animal.
What he would have done in retaliation, I don't know. All this stuff was like my childhood adventure daydreams were becoming real. It was embarrassing how it turned me on.
But that was the moment when Kevin dashed out of the woods, his dick hard and bouncing. He looked as surprised to see us as we did to see him.
"Hey!" Miles shouted, "you're that guy from yesterday!"
"Yeah" Jacob said from behind me. "Maybe they can play that game again."
"What the fuck?" Kevin said. He was trying to hide his erection, but that was a lost cause. "What's going on here?"
"Well dude, we could ask you the same. If you're looking for your clothes, this guy has been hiding them. Now what's with you and that bone of yours? Don't you know if you tripped, it could break?"
Kevin frowned back, then looked at me. "Why are your hands tied?"
"Do you want to put some clothes on?" Miles asked him.
Since I didn't answer, Kevin decided to take Miles up on his offer. "Yes, do you know where they are?"
"Well your pants are over there by those big ant hills. But there's no need getting those red ants all over you. I'd say you could take his clothes and run. He's not going to be needing them anytime soon." He pointed to my clothes piled nearby.
Jacob nudged my butt crack with the wrench. "Miles, we've got two now. Don't you think we could have a lot more fun with two than one?"
Miles suddenly grabbed Kevin's hands, holding them behind his back. "Anybody got a rubber? Let's sheath this thing and see what he can do with it."
Kevin started twisting, but apparently his sexual servicing of Woody had exhausted him for the moment.
"Yeah" Isaac said, coming suddenly to life and for the moment forgetting about my dick. "I ain't never seen two guys fuck before. Let's see what he can do with our big-dicked boy over here." Isaac couldn't seem to wait for the action.
"Well then somebody hand me a piece of that damned rope. I don't want to stand here having to hold him all day."
Kevin's erection was still hard as hell. I figured the only way out of this was to run, no matter what embarrassment it might cause if other people found me. But as I turned, Jacob stuck out his foot and I stumbled, falling forward. I couldn't protect myself from the fall, but at least my dick wasn't in the shape Kevin's was, so mainly I hurt my face.
"Let him stay there," Miles said, looking down at me. "At least that way he can't try to run again." Turning to Kevin he asked, "Do you want to fuck him lying down like he is now, or standing up, or bent over or what?"
Kevin looked totally baffled. "What?"
Miles stood in front of him. "I said - hey!" and he caught himself as he sniffed. "Your breath smells like cum. And your tongue still has some on it. What the hell do you guys do? Play stripped keep away and suck dick and run naked in the woods?"
Kevin's hands were tied behind him now. "I just need to get my clothes. Somebody's waiting for me."
"Well he'll just have to wait. And I figure it must be a he, seeing what you guys do for fun." Miles sounded bitter. "This town is getting full of fags these days."
"I'm not a fag" Kevin said. "I'm not gay."
"Then how do you explain a mouth full of cum and a bone that won't go down."
"It's not what it seems."
"Well," Miles said triumphantly, "we'll put it to the test. We'll have a fucking contest and see how well you do. Now do you want to fuck him lying on the ground, or leaning over or what? There's lots of ways to fuck."
"You ought to know all about fucking guys, the way you act" I said. I got a kick in my side from him for that.
Isaac now was fascinated with Kevin's erection. He kept standing in front of him looking. I would almost say drooling since he kept nervously licking his lips.
"Don't do this guys. This is really something bad." I hoped I could talk them out of it.
"Not for us it ain't" Jacob said. With his Mediterranean features and shining skin, he might almost have stepped out of a porn movie.
"Who's got a rubber?" Miles asked.
"I do" Jacob said, pulling a small packet of contraceptives from his pocket.
Miles turned to Kevin again. I was actually begging them to stop, but Isaac grabbed my dick and pulled. That shut me up for a little bit.
"So how do you want to have him? Want him to lean over?"
Kevin finally came to life. "You'd have to untie my hands. I'd fall down otherwise."
"Nice try, fella. You're staying tied until this is over. How about if you lie down on the ground and we'll line him up and get him to do squats on your bone. Sound good?"
Kevin didn't answer right away. But Isaac got in front of him and started rolling that damn condom down the length of his dick. He took his own sweet time doing it, too. He even hummed to himself while he did it.
"There we go" he said when it was finally on. Kevin gasped. His dick began to bounce and I was hopeful he would shoot off right then and save me from this thing that was about to happen.
But even though he shook himself from side to side, nothing happen in the cum department. Then something else happened. I looked at Kevin and he looked at me. I shook my head and he did likewise. It was like we were both telling each other this was not something we wanted.
Miles spoke up. "Listen up 'dick-fella'," he said to me, "we need you to suck on his tool so it'll go in easier. Nobody's got any lube and you aren't gonna find any here in the woods. So to keep from really tearing you a new hole, you kneel down and let him slide his sheath into your mouth. Get it good and sloppy. Use all the saliva you've got going in you."
That gave me one last chance. If I could suck good enough, Kevin might fire off and we'd be saved.
I did what I was told. I knelt and they pushed Kevin over. I opened my mouth and his sheath began sliding in. His had grown a lot since that day in the school bathroom. It was probably about 6 inches or almost that, and fortunately for me it was slender. That would make it easier and less painful going up my butt. I lavished it with my tongue, and at the same time I tried to get a really tight hold with my lips and sucked like I was going to drain him dry.
Looking up, I saw his eyes suddenly open wide. I could feel a vibration and I pushed hard with my tongue. He gave me a look that let me know he was ready to fire off. I worked harder. Then it happened. The thing swelled in my mouth, Kevin got caught up in the frenzy and pushed forward, and I tried not to gag. But now even these three dumb jocks realized Kevin was cuming.
"Grab him! Get him out of there!" Miles shouted.
But it was too late. They did pull him out, but you could see the cum splattering the sack at the tip of the condom. Kevin was really shooting a big load. His knees began vibrating and I thought he would fall down. One of them steadied him.
"Easy fella. We'll give you a minute to rest and we can go back to letting you have a nice butt to fuck the hell out of."
Jacob looked at them. "Well if you want a new condom, it's not going to be one of mine. I have enough trouble buying them as it is."
Miles laughed. "Naw, we'll use the same one, He'll enjoy the slippery feeling inside it when we push that hole down on it."
They laid Kevin on his back. I hoped his dick would go down but for some reason it was still totally hard.
"It looks like he doesn't need to rest up after that cum. Let's position this one over it, and get him to working while the other one's still hard." Miles was totally in charge.
They grabbed me while I begged them not to do this. They were so carried away they didn't seem to care.
Jacob took the wrench and shoved it into my butt crack hard, pushing me along. "If that dick won't go up him, then this wrench sure will" he laughed, giving it another shove. If he pushed harder there could be real trouble for me. Like all metal tools, it wasn't totally smooth. I could feel rough spots that could really tear me up inside. I shuddered.
"Hey" Isaac said, "can't we let this one just lean over and the other one'll fuck him? That sounds like a lot more fun. I mean if he just pushed himself up and down on that dick, that's not really a lot to watch. With my phone, I can get better videos with them standing."
Jacob stopped pushing me while Miles considered the idea. Miles was the biggest of the trio, probably a linebacker, and the others seemed to offer their ideas for his approval. He frowned, then said "We could try it. But we'd have to guide his dick into that hole. Neither of them can hold on to anything with their hands tied."
Isaac grabbed some of the rope. "We could tie them together. That'd be neat! Get that dick up the hole, then tie them around the waist and then tie a second rope halfway up the back."
Miles grinned broadly. "Yeah. They wouldn't have much room to pump cock, but if they jiggled and hopped around a little, I bet they could do the job." Looking at Kevin and myself, he asked "What do you guys think of that? Think you could do a good show for us?"
The word 'show' reminded me of what was coming up tonight. I shook my head.
"Just let us go" Kevin said.
Miles started measuring off some of the rope. "Naw. We couldn't do that. When would we ever have an opportunity like this again? Can you tell me that?"
He looked like he actually expected an answer. Jacob pushed me forward, then pulled my head and shoulders down.
"Keep those legs spread wide" Miles said. "You'll need balance and your hole will get a lot less torn up if it's pretty well open already."
The others snickered. I glanced sideways and saw Isaac already had a big bulge in his pants. Plus he kept adjusting himself down there like he was getting turned on.
They pushed Kevin behind me, and then someone was holding his dick and trying to line it up with my hole. He and I were basically the same height, so it wasn't going to take much time before I would be feeling the thrust.
"Once it's in there, start tying them together, good and snug." Miles enjoyed his power.
"Stop right there!" a voice behind me said.
I heard them gasp and suddenly they were backing away. I looked up and turned. Woody 'Turkey' Johnson was standing there. He had a gun. It was pointed at them.
From the expression on their faces, they were ready to run.
"I'll give you ten seconds to start running. Don't look back. Just be glad I won't be holding you until the police arrive."
Turkey meant business. I wondered how he happened to have a gun on him. I would find out afterward he had a permit and carried it in a shoulder holster. His insurance calls took him to remote and often barely accessible areas, and he felt like he needed protection. When we didn't come back, he went looking for us.
The three jocks got out of there so fast they didn't even take their gym bag with the stolen tools in it.
Woody untied Kevin and then me. We rubbed our wrists. Mine had marks from the rope where I was struggling to free myself. Kevin's dick was still stiff.
Turkey have a little laugh. "I must have really turned you on, Kevin. You might need to do something to get that thing down."
I looked at his dick. Before last Friday night I don't think I had ever deliberately stared at another's guy's dick, especially not one rock hard. Now it just seemed like an interesting thing to do. Whatever had changed me, I knew it was going to make my future different from anything I had ever imagined.
"I'll get your pants, Kevin. I know where the fire ant mounds are, and I can pull them out without disturbing the ants."
"Thanks," he said as I walked carefully into the ant area. I got them without any trouble, and carried them back to him. I realized as I continued to watch that bone of his, he was looking at my dick, which was hanging sort of half hard.
"Damn" he said as I handed his trousers to him.
"What?"
"That thing of yours. I was right. It really is obscene."
I began pulling my clothes back on.
Turkey spoke up. "Obscene? Don't knock a good thing when you see it, Kevin."
Kevin frowned at him. "What do you mean?"
"It's a money maker. A thing like that can always attract a good crowd."
Kevin had pulled his pants on by now. His dick pushed against the leg, trying to lift its way out. "Well it's sure done that a couple of times this week."
Kevin could never be gracious about anything. He couldn't say thank you, or any words along that line.
"I'll show you where your shirt and shoes and socks are" I told him, starting out. "Your underwear is a total loss. I threw it in a mud puddle. It'll be too dirty and wet for you to put back on."
Turkey grinned. "That's a shame because if that thing of his doesn't go down soon, he's going to need all the protective covering he can get."
Kevin grumbled but didn't object.
As we walked along, Turkey put his hand on Kevin's shoulder. "Watch this, Eric. Kevin will get even harder in a minute."
Kevin tried to shake the hand off his shoulder.
"Kevin."
Kevin turned and looked at him. "What?"
"You know what."
Kevin was getting angry. It showed in his voice. "No I don't know what."
We stood there. For just an instant nothing happened. Then Turkey started unzipping his trousers.
"Come to poppa. Come and get it."
Kevin started shaking. I thought he was having a seizure. Then he said "No...No... Please Woody, don't make me do that again. I just did it in your car."
"Yes and you are still hard. I'm not making you do it. You and I know that the moment you see it, you can't resist it."
Well when I saw that, I knew I had my freedom. Never again would he be able to pull anything on me. I now knew stuff about him he would never want anybody to know.
I interrupted them. "Kevin's shirt is in that pine tree, and his shoes and socks are under a bush right beside it. I'm going to go. Thanks for all your help, Woody."
Turkey smiled and nodded.
"See you tonight, Eric."
"Huh?" How did he know about that? Was he a member of that group?
"Yes" he said to my unspoken question. "See you there. Like I said, that thing of yours is a real crowd pleaser."
I started through the woods. Just as I was about to be out of sight, I looked back. Turkey had that thing of his out, and Kevin was kneeling in front of him. Turkey glanced up, saw me, and waved farewell.
(End of Chapter Twelve)
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