Getting Eric

Chapter Fifteen - Saturday's Duties

(Eric Tucker, 20, had finally arrived at Saturday when he will learn if he is approved for a supervisory position with the grocery chain. The day before he suffered at the hands of three high school jocks behind the mall, then at night went to perform at a stag dinner, and arrived home to find Yancy's friend Patrick had arrived. After some moonshine with Patrick, he went to sleep.)

I opened my eyes and saw sunlight streaming in. I reached over and turned off the clock radio. I had wondered if I would be hung over today, since I wasn't really used to alcohol. That moonshine or white lightning really did a number on me, but this morning I felt fine.

I pulled out of bed and went up front in my boxers to check on Patrick. He had thrown off the light blanket in the night, and lay sprawled there, his morning erection already oozing precum. Red bush, freckled dick, and now precum dripping down. That was Patrick, all right. I was almost tempted to reach down and play with that thing of his again. But then I realized I'd been having too many of those thoughts lately.

I figured I'd start some breakfast and let him sleep a little longer, but my cell phone in the bedroom started sounding. I went in and got it. It was Yancy.

"Hi Eric," he said cheerfully, "what's up?"

"A whole lot, Yancy. Patrick is here. He got here last night. I'm going to have to go in to work in a little while. Can you come over? I hate to leave him here by himself."

"I have to stop by to quit my job at Bunker's Supermarket and then go see Mr. Bockstrop to sign a contract."

He had no idea of what he was walking in to.

"Listen, Yancy, I know that man. Don't sign a contract. Talk to him if you like, but even that can be dangerous. You don't know what he does to people."

"Eric, he was really nice to me. You know what? He has a guy named Reynolds that he says he'll partner me with while I learn the ropes."

I couldn't take the chance that Yancy would repeat what I said, so I didn't tell him how Reynolds was caught in Bockstrop's web, was spanked regularly across Bockstrop's knee, was told when he could and could not have sex with his wife, how Bockstrop masturbated him incessantly, and so many other things.

"All I'm saying, Yancy, is wait to sign anything. We can talk later when you get here. I'll be home this afternoon."

"Can I talk to Patrick?"

"Sure. But first give me your cell number." After that, I went into the living room. Patrick still was stretched out asleep, nude, and totally boned.

I had an idea and started to chuckle. "Hold on and I'll send you a quick pic of him."

I took aim with my cell camera and got a perfect shot. Then I emailed it to Yancy. In a moment he was laughing too.

"I got it! And I can tell Patrick is really going to need some relief when I get there."

I shook Patrick's shoulder. "Yancy's on the phone. Want to say hi to him?"

In my ear Yancy was spelling out a plan of what we could do to Patrick when he got his release.

"Listen, once he's shot, let's keep him down and play with that thing without letting him go soft. He gets so sensitive there after I blow him, it'll drive him crazy. Let's see how long we can make it go on, ok?"

At heart Yancy was still 14 years old. "Sure" I said, still laughing while I passed the phone to Patrick.

I went in the kitchen, thinking of what we could do to him, and realized maybe I was still 14 too. My dick gave a nice response. I started getting out some milk and juice. In a minute Patrick joined me, handing my phone back.

"That was a dirty trick to send him that picture of me" he said.

I just grinned back. I noticed his erection had not gone down any.

"You want to piss that thing away before breakfast?"

He gave me a look and started to say something, then turned and went to the bathroom. With the door open, I could hear the strong sound of a mighty piss taking place in there.

When he came back, the erection was subsiding. I had put cereal, milk and juice on the table, and we ate in silence.

When we were nearly through I said, "I'm surprised I don't have a hangover from all we drank last night."

"That's the beauty of home brewed lightning. It's so smooth, you never have that."

I watched him finish his food. I could see why Yancy was so attached to him. He could be a complete clod, but there was something about the whole package that I found very likeable. When we were through, I asked if he had any plans for this morning. When he didn't, I made a suggestion.

"Would you like me to drop you at the city park and recreation center? They've got basketball courts, an outdoor pool, and various things. I have to be at work until noon, and I have a lunch appointment, but I could pick you up from there right after that and bring you back here."

"Sounds good. I brought gym shorts and a swim suit with me. I'll put them on now."

I dressed, putting on my mandatory jock strap for what I hoped would be the last time, and got ready to go to work.

I dropped him off at the center and arrived at work to see one end of the parking lot marked off for the high school car wash. Boys and girls in various stages of undress were happily soaping up cars and turning the hose on them, while a group of jocks were toweling cars dry and showing off their muscles at the same time. Mr. Penser had told me I was to supervise this. I had to laugh. I doubt anybody could supervise that bunch. Let them tire themselves out and they won't want to cause any trouble.

I parked my car where all of our employees parked, but I made sure I was the furtherest away. Based on how things had been going for me lately, I didn't want anybody letting the air out of my tires or something foolish like that. I didn't think I could take any more hazing or any more pranks.

I decided to see Mr. Penser first, then Paul Jeffries. Paul had said he would make sure Penser recommended me for a supervisory position and end my probation.

The store was getting busy. Saturdays always built up to a frenzy by late afternoon. I saw Robby as I went by produce. He nodded and I did likewise. I had thought he was my friend. Now I'm glad to be saying goodbye to this place.

I knocked and entered Mr. Penser's office. He looked up from his desk expectantly, then settled back when it saw it was me.

"Oh, Eric. Good to see you back on the job after your little absence."

"How did the seafood festival at the mall go?"

I couldn't resist asking since he had sent me home claiming I couldn't handle it.

"Very well, I think. Young Mark deserves a lot of credit for its success."

I doubted that, but I let it pass.

"You're here about your probation, right?"

"Yes. I wondered if I passed."

Mr. Penser got uneasy. "Well...I need to speak with you about that."

I got a sinking feeling right away. I decided I should have talked with Paul first. But I merely looked at him and waited.

"You seem to have a penchant for nudity and...um...sexual situations."

"I don't know what that means."

"What 'what' means?"

"Penchant" I said. "I don't think I've ever heard that word."

"Well it's perfectly good English. It can mean a strong or habitual liking for something or tendency to do something. Look it up sometime."

"What are you saying about nudity? You mean I like to get naked? Mr. Penser I absolutely do not like to be naked. In fact I hate to be naked. And I certainly don't understand the sexual comment."

"Remember why you had to buy that jockey to wear? You seemed unable to control yourself."

"Mr. Penser, I resent that. You made me buy it, because -"

"Because of what, Eric?"

I couldn't tell him Ted had forced me to take a Viagra, or that another time Penser himself was making me show him my jockstrap and he unintentionally touched me and got me started.

"Incidentally, are your wearing your jockey today?"

"Yes, Mr. Penser."

"Well good. Then everything should stay where it's supposed to. That's the purpose of wearing one of those jockeys."

I wished he wouldn't keep talking about that. It made mine sort of stir in its pouch. I shifted as I stood there.

He paused and looked at me then.

"Eric, are you all right?"

"Yes, sir. I'm here about my probationary period which is supposed to end today."

"Yes...well about that, I still have a few more things to get cleared and done before we can really sit down and talk. You're supposed to keep an eye on the car wash out front this morning, so go out there now and I'll see you before lunch."

I left, but went straight to Paul's office. I told him what had happened, and asked, "What's going on, Paul?"

"Go easy, Eric. These things take time. We've got to let Penser think he's the one making the decision. Then he'll come around. I promised I'd get you approved as a supervisor, and I will."

He got up from his desk and stood beside me. Putting a hand on my shoulder, he asked "What did you think of last night?" He pulled me to him.

"It was ok I guess. I sure had experiences I would never have imagined."

He leaned over and closed his hand on my crotch while I jerked in surprise.

"Still wearing that jock, I see. That's probably good since it feels like you're getting hard already."

I pulled away. "Paul, come on. You're a family man. You shouldn't be doing things like that."

"On the contrary, it exactly because I'm a family man that I can do that. Nobody would think anything suspicious about that."

"Well I wouldn't do it in public."

"I don't." He reached down there and rubbed me again, this time stroking the pouch of my jock in a really experienced way. "That's why I take advantage of the times like this when I can. A man can be a husband and a father, but sometimes he needs that something special that nothing else quite matches."

I was getting hard now. If I got any more boned, my dick would start to bend double. I tried to get away by moving slightly.

His breath was on my face as he whispered in my ear, "Take that thing out, Eric. Come on, man. Get some relief before you go to the car wash. You know you want to."

The truth was that I really did want relief. Last night at the club and at home were just too intense. I wanted to shoot a load like I've never done before. He started unzipping my fly. My dick responded with a lurch. I bent low from the waist to relieve the strain in the pouch.

"Paul, be careful. It's almost bent double now. Let me-"

There was a knock at the door. Paul moved away and got behind his desk. I zipped back up as Mr. Penser came in.

"Paul, I- Oh...Eric." He looked distracted. "Aren't you supposed to be at the car wash?"

"I'm on my way now."

"But Eric, that's the problem with your work. You are always doing something else when you're supposed to be doing the things at hand."

I scooted out the door before anything more could be said.

Outside the area was buzzing with life. Saturday shoppers were in competition with the people wanting their cars washed. The traffic flow was a little bit hazardous at times. The jocks were still showing off their muscles, washing furiously using big sponges filled with soap as the girls sprayed the cars, and then grabbing towels to dry the cars while the girls collected the money.

I went over to where they were all at work. I watched what was going on, which I figured was about all I was supposed to do, and it would satisfy Penser. A couple of jocks in cut offs had really big bulges. I tried to check myself, but I guess I knew now which team I wanted to bat for. One of them looked up and spotted me. His reaction proved he knew what I was looking at.

"Hey! Aren't you the guy from the mall yesterday?"

Damn! I must have reacted because he then called out, "Hey Isaac, your buddy's here scoping us out!"

One of the team with colorless hair and features grinned my way. It was one of the three who had gotten me and Kevin yesterday. If Turkey hadn't pulled a gun, I don't know what might have happened.

"Thanks, Miles," he said, continuing to look at me.

I knew I couldn't run away from the car wash. I figured I would have to tough it out. I looked around to see who was supervising them. It was one of the younger coaches over by the cheerleaders. Right. He's jazzing the girls while the jocks do the work.

Then I realized Isaac was leaving the group and coming over my way. This was an encounter I didn't want to have. The first guy, Miles, was watching with a nasty grin.

Then behind me a car honked. I thought I might be blocking someone, so I turned around just as the driver got out. It was Gordon, and he was in the biggest Cadillac I had ever seen. It must belong to his wealthy dad, since his car last Sunday was small and economical. Not only that, but he was waving the cucumber from last night at me.

"I found it!" he called out proudly. Standing beside his car, he put the cucumber between his legs and acted like he was jacking it.

"Come on over, Eric. I want to try this out."

That thing had been in my butt last night, and as drunk as he seemed, I bet he wanted to try it on me himself. I shook my head. That was when I felt a hand on my back, pushing me forward.

"Yeah, dude, go see what he wants."

It was Isaac. Isaac was big, but I knew I could take him if I had to. However I didn't want a fight on what I hoped would be my last day at work here. Not a public fight anyway, out here in the parking lot.

Seeing Isaac pushing me toward him, Gordon grinned happily and said "Yes, you come along too. I want to show Eric something, and I'll bet you'd enjoy it as well."

We were up to Gordon's car now, and Isaac replied "I'd like to see that thing Eric's got again."

"Ohhhh, I would too. So you like giant sizes as well?"

"I like to look" Isaac said, "but I don't touch. I'm not gay."

"Well neither am I. I just like Eric's stuff. Want to join me?"

I was pushed inside with Gordon in the lead and Isaac behind me. I tried to get out but Isaac was strong and Gordon turned out to be stronger than he looked. He was obviously not some fumbling drunk, even if he always seemed to have been drinking.

He was waving the cucumber in my face while Isaac started getting my pants unzipped and pulled. Gordon distracted me by trying to push the cucumber in my mouth. It had been up my butt last night, but I didn't know which end of it had been. And I wouldn't want to guess where it had been since then and what it might have been used for.

With me pinned flat and my pants now down at my ankles, Isaac commented, "A plaid jock strap? Dude, do you always go Scottish?"

His hand grazed the pouch. We were all three breathing rapidly. Gordon reached down and felt me too. Then he rubbed the cucumber on my pouch.

Isaac asked him, "What are you doing carrying a cucumber around with you?"

Gordon grinned. "Eric autographed it for me. And last night somebody stuffed it up his butt."

"They did not!" I said without thinking. "He only pushed it a little way in."

Isaac grinned. "I'd like to try that." He had his finger inside my pouch, sliding it up the length of my dick. "Here let's get his jock off and flip him over."

He started to get a grip on my legs, but Gordon stopped him.

"Wait...wait. Before we get to that gorgeous butt of his, let's see his greatest asset, that magnificent thing he swings between his legs."

Isaac pulled the jock off and threw it and my pants into the back seat.

"He ain't going nowhere with no pants." Isaac was a damn fountain of wisdom.

"Ohhhh, that's right" Gordon agreed enthusiastically. Then seeing my dick, he said "And I see he's getting ready for action. Have you ever seen anything this good? By the way, what's your name?"

"I'm Isaac. And I don't see why he ain't got no foreskin."

"That's because he's circumcised. See that flap of skin, that sort of pouch under the head? That's from the circumcision."

"Oh. I thought maybe with something that big, the head had eaten the skin that was supposed to be there."

"Well it looks big enough to, but that's not what happened. Do you want me to show you something that circumcised guys can do with their dicks?"

Both of them seemed to have their hands all over me.

"See what happens when I take just my thumb and first finger and grasp the little flap of skin and rub." Gordon was having a field day.

I felt him closing his fingers around the bottom of my dick head, and when he started rubbing the feeling was like electricity going through there. I started to buck and jump and went totally hard. Isaac started really laughing.

"Man, that's neat. Here let me try."

Isaac wasn't nearly as good as Gordon, nor as careful. I still bucked, but winced because he had such calloused fingers it was like sandpaper on my skin there.

"Get off it, Isaac! I thought you said you liked to look but you didn't touch. What do you call what you're doing now?"

"I call it fun, so shut up."

Naturally he just did it that much more.

"Damn this is great. I've never seen a guy practically have a seizure like that just from getting that flap going. And the head keeps dripping."

His fingers were wet now, and he pushed them in my face.

"Lick them clean." Isaac was getting a little too carried away.

"Ohhhh that's good. And look where it's coming out. That thing practically has lips." Gordon was getting wildly enthusiastic.

"Let's see if I can fit my little finger in there" Isaac said.

All this reminded me too much of Scott Moss and the glass tube. I began to buck and kick. They both held me tight, but at least it diverted Isaac for a moment. But once I was calm he was back at it. It felt really strange and then painful as he started inserting the tip of his little finger into my piss slit.

"If we had a way to keep him still, I could work that flap with one hand and do this finger thing with the other."

Gorgon practically glowed. "Oh that would be fun. But let me get at it first. I've waited all week to wrap my hand around that thing of his. Isn't it magnificent?"

I noticed Isaac grinned for a second and blushed, before catching himself.

"We better get his shirt off before you start. That way we know there's nothing to cover himself with if he should decide to get out."

Gordon nodded enthusiastically and in seconds all they left on me were my socks. But Isaac, down at that end, decided they should come off too. When this was over I would have to climb into the back seat to get my clothes on before getting out. If they decided to push me out before then, I'd end up on the street buck naked.

Then Gordon started in with his hand and his mouth. I had never known what that combination could produce. He was jacking me and sucking me while Isaac kept rubbing my nipples and twisting them. It was like they were all over me at once. I bucked and jerked, but nothing could stop what they were doing.

I was almost at the point of no return when someone started tapping on the car window. With this much dark tint, they couldn't see inside, but someone sure seemed to know we were in there. Gordon gasped and caught his breath, then with the key turned to battery, he lowered the window just a crack.

"Yes?" he asked in an authoritative tone.

"Is Isaac in there?"

Isaac jumped like he'd been shot. He stopped messing with my nipples, and was trying to climb away from me.

"Oh shit, it's Miles."

"Who's Miles?" Gordon asked.

"Tell him I'll be out in a minute."

"He'll be out in a minute."

"Let me in." Miles responded.

"NO!" Isaac and I both shouted.

Miles started pounding on the window and door. "I said to let me in!"

"Gordon, start the car and pull away. In a minute you'll have a crowd around here. Get me out of this and we can drop Isaac before we leave the lot."

From what I had seen in the last 8 days, Gordon always moved in slow motion. He stared to say something and Miles continued pounding, but Isaac at least had the sense to lean across and turn the ignition and start the car. Gordon began backing up with Miles still making a scene, but then he got a clear opening and we took off fast. We stopped at the street but Isaac didn't want to get out.

Looking over the back, I could see Miles running this way.

"Take him with us, Gordon. We have to get away in a hurry."

Fortunately he did what I wanted. Once we were out in traffic, Isaac unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard dick.

"Sit on it and I'll ride you. I can do that and work your nips at the same time."

"Hell no, Isaac. Where's your lube and your condoms?" I figure that would stop him. But no, Gordon had to pipe up.

"There's plenty of condoms and lube in the glove compartment."

Isaac was on it like flies on a June bug. He was rubbered and lubed in nothing flat. I was afraid Gordon would have an accident trying to watch all this and drive too. I quickly suggested they go park in front of my apartment.

Isaac's thing was not that big, but this would be my first time. I wished it was somebody I at least liked, but if it was a toss up in the car as to who would have me, I much preferred Isaac to Gordon. Isaac was just a teenager and didn't know what he was doing, but Gordon was striking me as a pervert. I wouldn't want a pervert up in me. Blowing me? Well I guess that's ok, since a blow job is just a blow job, but up the butt is the real deal. I wouldn't ever want a pervert doing that to me.

Gordon swiveled the camera on the dash so it faced me and Isaac. I wondered what Gordon's father wanted one on his dash for, but lately I had gotten used to the strange ways of some people in this town. The old man must be as turned on about sex as his son.

I was giving him directions and Isaac was now trying to sit at an angle, and he was lubing my hole which actually felt great. I should have lubed it before bed last night, once we got the $100 out of there. Then he was back with my nipples again. I never thought about my nipples until this past week. Now it seemed like everybody was into nipples.

By the time Gordon pulled up at my curb, my dick was at full throttle and dripping like crazy. I knew it wouldn't take Gordon long to get me off, which was just as well. When Isaac was in position, I slowly sat down on his erection. It was short and slender, which was great by me. I wondered what it would feel like.

Well for one thing it hurt, and for another he pulled me down hard on it so it rammed in all at once. I hollered and he tried to put his hands over my mouth while Gordon cut off the engine and really jumped open mouthed into my crotch. He was licking me all over down there, and moaning with ecstasy.

"Love it, love it!" he kept saying over and over.

Isaac seemed to be having a problem. Things had started out well, but now it felt like something wasn't working. His dick kept slipping out of my hole.

"Squeeze that hole tight, dude." He might have though he sounded authoritative, but it was more like a whine. I snickered.

He hit me in the back as he tried to pump. "I mean it!"

"Grow a bigger one and you won't have that problem."

He cussed me back.

Isaac might not be living up to expectations, but Gordon was in his glory. He was practically swallowing my dick whole. He must be really experienced because this was the best blow job I had ever had. I was really getting into the spirit of things. I tried to help Isaac by pushing myself up and down on that thing of his, but even that way it couldn't stay in me. I started laughing again and couldn't stop.

"Shut the hell up, dude! I mean it!"

"See if you can exchange that thing of yours for a larger size, Isaac."

But soon I couldn't laugh or talk. I was approaching the best orgasm of my life. I wouldn't have guessed what Gordon could do with his lips and tongue. When I finally shot, Gordon gobbled it all down without missing a drop. Not only that, he smacked his lips, ran his tongue around his mouth, and then kissed my dick like it was a long lost friend.

"I can never thank you enough" he said.

I had fallen back against Isaac, totally exhausted. Then Isaac started pushing me off his lap.

"That hole of yours is way too big. You must walk around with something stuffed up it all the time, to have one that wide."

"If you haven't got a man's dick, you shouldn't try to do a man's job."

Isaac started answering me back, but I saw Gordon reaching for the keys.

"Let's get back there, Gordon" I said.

As he revved the engine, I climbed over into the back seat and began putting on my clothes. In the front seat Isaac just fumed.

"This isn't the end of this" he muttered.

I couldn't resist.

"Right, Isaac. Just work on it and when you get a decent sized one, come back and we'll see how it goes then."

I was shifting around pulling my pants up when Gordon called from up front, "Are both of you going back to the store?"

"Let him out ahead of me" I said. "I'll be glad to be rid of him."

Isaac just cussed me in an under-the-breath kind of way.

Gordon seemed content to talk to me while driving, even though I was behind him.

"Do you masturbate much?" he suddenly asked.

"Yes. Do you?" I snapped back.

"Yes, when Gwen will let me. If she catches me, she really gives me a bad time about it. She seems to take it personally."

"I can see her point" I replied.

"Well, I was only asking because I wondered if you could save me some of your cum from those times. Your cum had a great taste and I'd enjoy some more. Of course if I could work it out of you myself..."

"No chance of that, Gordon, either way."

"I'd pay you for it."

With that, Isaac came to life. "You'd pay for cum? Like if I saved mine-"

Gordon cut him off at the pass. "It's his I want. No offense, but that little thing of yours doesn't look like it could produce much anyway."

"Have you seen the size of my balls, man? Here let me show you what really great balls I have."

I didn't try to follow the action up front. Now that I was comfortably clothed and not naked any more, I just wanted to get back, check with Penser about my status, and then get to Leo's Beef Harvest for lunch. But Isaac must have shown Gordon his balls.

"That's impressive, Isaac. Perhaps I could find a use for them. What kind of money would you want?"

"Whatever you can pay, man. I shoot off a lot. Every morning before school and then at home after football practice, and sometimes before I got to sleep. I shoot gobs of the stuff every time, and I could get you a big load of my stuff." He paused then added eagerly "I could do it more times than that if you wanted. And I guarantee my stuff is top of the line, too."

I never heard such crap, but I let the two of them build their own dream world. At least if Gordon got interested in him, maybe he'd leave me alone. Ever since that first Friday night over at Kevin's, he had popped up at unexpected places, and always it was really embarrassing.

"Ohhhh yes, I can feel them churning now." Gordon sounded gleeful. "They're very hot so they must be making something."

"Yeah, my white hot milk for you."

I didn't say a word. I just wanted to get this over. When we got to the store, the parking lot was still busy with Saturday shoppers and the car wash crowd. There was a certain amount of confusion as cars honked at each other and people pushed past to get to the store.

"Eric" Gordon called over his shoulder, "I'm keeping Isaac with me. But you can get out here."

I heard the click of the door locks being released. I opened my door and jumped out, heading for the office. I didn't look back as Gordon and Isaac sped away for who knows where. I figured they deserved each other, and not in a nice way either.

Before I could get to Penser's office, Marcus from the meat department grabbed me, pounding my back and congratulating me on last night. The last thing I wanted was for people to hear about that, but I couldn't seem to shut him up. When he pulled me toward the meat department, I went along hoping that would satisfy him.

"Look at the pictures I got! Aren't they great? Man to get pics this good, my camera was worth every penny I paid."

I didn't want to see them, but he kept waving them in my face as he hurried me along. To me the pictures were awful, but to him they were hot. I was embarrassed.

"Would you like a set?" He seemed so eager.

"No. I don't want to ever see them again."

"But I made a set just for you. Something to remember the occasion by."

We were now behind the meat counter. Lloyd was working today too, so Marcus had some freedom. Lloyd gave me a knowing grin.

"Looks like you've found your real calling, Eric."

I just gave him a dirty look.

"Sure you don't want them?" Marcus asked.

"Positive."

He pulled open his desk drawer and took out an envelope. It was already addressed and had a stamp on it.

"Ok then, I'll send them to your folks."

Lloyd must have been in on this because he was already behind me grabbing my arms. Lloyd was big.

I started cussing but Marcus put his hand across my mouth and grabbed my balls as he said, "All I have to do is walk out front and drop them in the postbox there. You'll never be able to get them back from there. It's a federal offense to tamper with a mailbox."

He took his hand away and released my balls. But he started playfully nudging my dick.

"Marcus, no. Why would you do this? It would ruin me with them forever. I did what you wanted. I performed last night. What more could you want?"

Lloyd hissed in my ear, "Lots more. We want that mouth and we want that ass. And some guys want that dick of yours too. Plus you're a fun guy to play with. Some of us just can't help ourselves."

I didn't try to answer him. I just kept looking at Marcus.

"Lloyd is more forthright than I would have been. I don't like to spell things out too much. But last night opened up a whole new future for you. There's money to be made and I want to be in on it."

He kept playing with my dick, feeling it through my trousers and jock. I tried to wiggle but Lloyd was holding me too tight. Since Gordon had just blown me a few minutes previously, I hadn't thought I could start to get hard this quick. But lately it seemed like anybody could turn me on.

Marcus could feel the result of his work. "That's right, let it grow. But if you don't want me to mail this, let's do a demonstration of how cooperative you're willing to be."

"How did you get their address?"

"From the next of kin file in the office when Penser was at the mall with the seafood display thing yesterday. I figured I might need it some time."

I was totally screwed. I started to say something but Lloyd pushed me forward as Marcus said "Enough of the questions. Now's the time for you to prove to us that you will do what we say."

"Wait! I need to see Mr. Penser before noon! He's leaving for the day after that."

It didn't change a thing. Lloyd pushed me into the stock room where Marcus took over and Lloyd went back to serving customers. At first we both just stood there. Then the door opened and Denver came in. To think they now wanted me to be available for Mark's 14 year old little brother. We had been through this earlier in the week, and I told him I wasn't going to show him my dick.

He was grinning from ear to ear. "They told me you were here for me." He walked over and begin unbuckling my belt.

"No way, Denver."

"Yes, way" Marcus said, standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders, "our way. Or the pictures go out."

"What pictures?" Denver asked. He was dropping my pants to my ankles and playing with my jock.

"Nothing to worry about. Just something we have that makes sure Eric's real cooperative." He shook me so I had to move, and my pants were left on the floor. He then pulled my shirt up and off, tossing it to where my pants were.

"Denver tells me he showed you his dick and you wouldn't show him yours. In fact he says you told him he could never come in this store again. Is that right?"

"Not exactly. I didn't ask to see his, and I wasn't about to whip out my dick so some 14 year old could see it. People got to prison for stuff like that."

"Well today Denver gets to do what he wants with you. That'll make up for anything you've done to him."

"Thanks" Denver said cheerfully. He reached down and ran his finger against the pouch of my jock. Naturally I got a reaction, being naked and all. He giggled.

"That's great, Eric. I'm glad you're enjoying this. There'll be more." With that he pulled my jock strap down to my knees, and my dick popped up and out, nicely rigid. That really turned him on.

Marcus laughed. "He's a natural, Denver. Get him naked and you can't keep that bone down. But for the moment, you need to take his pants and shirt to Lloyd at the meat counter and then come back. I'll make sure this thing stays primed until then."

Once Denver had rushed merrily off, Marcus said "I meant it when I said that if you don't follow orders, those pictures go to your folks. So whatever Denver wants, you do it. If he's happy then we're happy and your pictures are safe."

"Please let me see Mr. Penser before he leaves."

"Make Denver happy and you will."

When Denver returned, Marcus told him "I'll leave you two together back here. With no clothes, I don't think he'll want to run away." He wrapped his hand around my bone before he left, and naturally I vibrated.

Denver loved that. "You really get off on that, don't you." It was a comment and not a question.

I resented even being around him with that attitude, much less him touching me. And that's what he started doing, running his hands across my chest, my abs, and then back to playing with my dick.

My jock was still down at my knees since my legs were slightly spread, but now he told me to take it off and hand it to him. That was humiliating, but I did it. Then he took my jock and hung it around my neck, giggling all the while. He made me put my hands behind my head. Then he patted my cheeks and said "You sure look cute that way."

Getting back to my dick, which was dripping by this time, he smeared all the precum up and down the shaft, examining it carefully as he went.

"This is a really great thing you have, Eric. I don't know why you want to keep it hidden. I don't mind guys at school seeing mine when I'm in the bathroom taking a leak. I catch them sneaking a peak all the time. And even more at PE in the showers."

"Well I'm not 14 years old, Denver."

"Is it true you got suspended because you let those guys play keep away with your clothes at the mall?"

He was going to town on my dick now. I could tell he wouldn't stop until he got me off. The fact that Gordon did it less than an hour ago didn't seem to be making the slightest difference to my dick. Denver was getting results as the feeling grew, and I think he could tell that I was nearing the time for a blast.

Then the door opened and we both turned to look. It was Mark, come to see what his little brother was up to.

"Hi Eric. I'm glad you and Denver are getting to know each other better. Maybe next time we ask you for something, you won't try to order him out of the store. Incidentally you didn't have the authority to do that anyway."

He must have seen from my expression that I was so caught up in what his brother was doing, I couldn't reply.

"Hey Denver, stop man. There's stuff we can do before you finish his load."

"Stuff like what?" Denver asked in a somewhat disgusted tone of voice.

"Well a week ago today I stuffed a jumbo shrimp up his butt."

That sure got Denver's attention. He let go of my dick, and it just bounced a little in disappointment. Actually Denver is pretty good at jacking. If I ever needed someone to help me out there, he'd definitely be my choice.

"What can we do now?"

Mark had a funny look on his face. "I'm taking early lunch. I'll plan some stuff for when I get back." With that he wrapped his hand around my dick, before asking "Damn, fella, how do you take a piss without it falling into the toilet?"

Denver squealed with laughter. This was definitely his day. It was then that Marcus came back in.

"I can see you three have been having fun. Before you guys finish jacking him off, I thought it would be fun to have Eric check on the car wash again. After all, Mr. Penser said he was to supervise it."

That sounded great to me. But before I could enjoy the feeling of freedom, he went on.

"Eric take your jock from around your neck and put it back on, now that you're nice and hard. I don't care whether you point it up, since that way the head would poke out the top, or point it down, which would push the pouch in front of you. But you're going to run from here to the car wash and back. If you try to hide or run away, I'll mail that package I mentioned."

"I can't go out this way" I said. I couldn't believe he was telling me to do this.

"Then I have something to put in the mail" he said, turning to go.

I knew I had no choice. "What do I have to do?"

Denver was going wild. He kept saying he couldn't believe they could make me do this.

"Hey Marcus, can I make him do this: he goes out the back door here, runs around to the car wash out front, run past the guys with hoses and makes them spray him, and runs back here. Knocks on the door since it'll be locked from the inside and I'll let him back in."

"Best idea yet. Better than anything I would have come up with."

"Marcus, you know I'll be fired. Everybody will see me."

"Not if you run fast enough. They won't see you coming if you are careful and stay to the far side of the lot."

I didn't like this, but I needed to see Mr. Penser before noon and I knew Marcus would mail the pictures to my folks if I didn't do what he said. But I resented Denver getting into the act.

"The only trouble is I won't be able to watch him while he's running," Denver complained.

"Don't worry about that. He has to do what we say. And with an erection like that there'll be cell phone pictures and camera shots all over the Internet before lunch."

"Even if it was my idea, he still has to do it?"

"Right. So if he isn't soaking wet, come get me because in that case I'll be mailing some pictures of him I took. I will gladly show you before I mail them."

"And I'm off the lunch" Mark said. "Start him soon and maybe I can see him as I pull out."

I looked at them. I knew this was going to be a disaster. Reluctantly I pulled my jock on. Marcus was right, there was no way I could point it that it didn't poke out obscenely. I decided not to poke it down, since it poked the front of the pouch out. I pointed it up. I still had a problem since it wanted to push against the elastic waist band like it was opening the front up. But at least I would be able to run as fast as I wanted.

When I was set, Marcus nodded and Denver went to the door.

"Time to go, stud" he said laughing. He threw it open and I dashed out into the brightness of a late Saturday morning.

It was deserted behind the building, and I cut to my right to where the hedges at the edge of the lot would give me some protection. I stayed low, using them for cover, but ran as fast as I could that way. Finally up ahead I could see the car wash: buckets and soap suds, mops and pails, and hoses using our sprinkler system, cheerleaders still waving to passing cars trying to lure them in, and jocks washing bare-chested in short pants in the summer sun. It should have been a wonderful scene, but to me it was about to become hell.

I let parked cars be my shield until I got to within 50 feet of the first group washing. Then, taking a deep breath, I ran toward them.

"Hit me with the hose" I called out.

A girl and two guys looked up in surprise. Another girl a few feet away pointed to the protrusion in my jock and cried "Ewww!" and shook her head and turned away.

The girl drying looked up and smiled, the two guys looked and started cussing.

"This is our carwash for the school, freak. Quit messing it up."

"Barry, you ought to get a jock like his - if you think you could fill it" she said.

Barry turned the hose on me, hitting the pouch with such force I felt like I had been kicked in the nuts. But at least I was getting wet and I ran toward the next car.

That as a mistake. Jacob and Miles, Isaac's buddies from the mall, were working there. The first thing they did was put down the hose and run toward me.

"Get his jock, Miles! Strip the fucker here in front of everybody!"

I was aware of cameras and people pointing. and someone calling to the young coach to come take care of this.

Someone turned their hose on me as I streaked by, and I think the two jocks got the full thrust of it. At least I hope they did.

A couple of cars coming into the lot honked, one or two drivers waved merrily, but I needed to get out of there. There seemed to be people, cars, and students everywhere, and I ran back into the shrubs.

I waited a minute before moving again. I was careful and got to the back loading dock I had started from. Going to the locked door, I pressed the buzzer.

"Who is it?" Denver's voice asked on the intercom.

"Unlock the door, Denver, it's me."

"What's the password?"

"Damn it Denver, let me in. Two guys were chasing me, and if I stay out here much longer they'll-"

"We'll do what?" Miles asked as the two of them grabbed me quick, yanking off my jock. They were both hot and sweaty, and now out of breath.

"Dude, you sure stay naked a lot of the time, don't you?" Jacob commented. "Let's take him around front so he can meet his public. He ran away too quick but we can fix that, right?"

"DENVER!!!" I shouted.

"What's the password?" he asked again from the safety of the inside.

(End of Chapter 15)

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