Chapter Sixteen - The Decision
There I stood dripping wet, yelling to Denver to open the door, at the moment Miles and Jacob ran up and grabbed me. They pulled off my jock and stuffed it in my mouth, while they got me on each arm and started trying to pull me off the loading dock. It was at that moment that the door opened.
"Why don't you two bring him inside?" It was Marcus. Denver stood behind him, grinning. "I've got something a whole lot better to offer you than just dragging him naked around front."
"Huh?" Miles' dark hair was sweat smeared and his eyes still had that glint of victory in them.
"Why settle with just one time to get him, when you could have as many times to do things to him as you wanted?" Marcus was at his most charming and persuasive.
"What do you mean?" Jacob asked. He was strong and large, but he also had the biggest pair of ears I had ever seen. They were like big seashells stuck on both sides of his head.
He and Miles were still holding my arms, and Denver saw my jock-stuffed mouth. He pointed at it and said "Looks like Eric's already been to lunch."
Marcus opened the door even wider. "I can promise you something you can use against him for a long time to come. Think what it could be like to be able to tell him what to do and make him do it, anytime you chose."
Jacob's pale blue eyes gleamed. "That's...that's really something." I swear I saw his cut-offs begin to bulge.
Like the pied piper, Marcus had drawn them into the room.
My jock was already soaked, so my saliva wouldn't cause any more of a problem, but I was trying to spit it our anyway. Denver saw what I was up to, and came over. The two jocks still held my arms.
"Here, Eric, let me help you. You're about to drop that thing. Let me push it back in for you, since your arms seem to be tied up at the moment."
And the little bastard literally tried to jam my jock all the way to the back of my mouth. I kicked him and he jumped back. I wish I had gotten him in the nuts.
"Let him go and I'll tell you this much -- come back in half an hour and I'll go over the whole plan. But to show you something that controls Eric, take a look at one of my pictures of him."
I didn't want them to see it; I didn't want anybody to see it. They were still panting and when they saw one of the pics from last night, their eyes bugged out. Jason, his muscled body packed tight into his cut offs, was unconsciously rubbing his crotch as he looked at it. Miles saw what he was doing and nudged him forcibly.
"Huh?" Jason asked, "what was that for?" He looked puzzled as he continued to massage his crotch.
"For playing with yourself in public, stupid."
"You're the one who's stupid, stupid!" Jason retorted. "I wasn't playing with myself."
"Yes you were. You do it all the time. I've told you about that before. Guys are always laughing at you for that."
It sounded like this could go on for quite a while, but fortunately Marcus interrupted.
"You've seen the stuff I have. Play it right and Eric is yours for whenever you want him. But for now, go back to the car wash. Knock on this door in 30 minutes and we can set up a plan for you, plus I've got something special in mind for Eric that I am sure you'll want to get in on."
Miles was skeptical. "How do we know you'll even be here then? You could run off and leave us locked outside."
Marcus drew himself up expansively. "I work here full time in an important job. I'm the head of the meat department."
Jason pointed at me with a grin. "Oh yeah? With that thing of his, I would have thought he'd be the head of the meat department around here."
Denver cracked up. Marcus didn't think it was funny. But he led them to the door and they left after Miles said, pointing a finger at him, "Thirty minutes, right?"
"Right. Thirty minutes."
I pulled my jock out of my mouth. It was soaked.
"Let's dry Eric off. I'm afraid he'll have to see Mr. Penser without his jock on. It would soak through his trousers if he tried to wear it." Marcus seemed pleased to be able to say that.
Denver meanwhile disappeared back into the store and returned with several rolls of Bounty towels.
"Got them from the display case" he explained.
"Ok, Denver, you start drying him while I check back with Lloyd. It's almost time for his break."
"I can dry myself" I said.
Marcus turned and gave me a disgusted look. "Lister, Eric. You are in no position to be giving orders. If I say Denver dries you, then Denver dries you."
Denver looked triumphant. He seemed to have been given the best gift ever. Unfortunately that gift was me...or at least my body. I really hoped this was not what the future held for me. Going to the stag party was the worst mistake of my life. Well actually the second worst. The worse was my stupid bet with Kevin at the softball game eight days ago.
Denver peeled off the Bounty wrapper and unrolled a length of towel.
"I'll leave you two to it. If Eric refuses to follow your commands, come to me and the pictures go in the afternoon mail." Marcus walked out.
Water had been dripping off me, and probably I'd be nearly dry in a few minutes, but Denver was not going to lose his great opportunity.
"Hands behind your head for starters" he said, coming up to me with a wad of paper towels. He was almost as tall as me, and he was just 14. He was going to be tall and probably big before he finished growing. I just wish he didn't always have that smile when he was around me, like a kid waiting for his Christmas present to be opened.
"Nice pecs, Eric" he said, starting in on my chest. "Nice nipples too" he added, tweaking them through the paper. He was giving them a lot more attention than was necessary. In fact he was being a little bit rough, and I shrugged and winced.
"Gets to you, right? Guys say your nips are the gateway to your prick. And I see yours is responding."
He reached down and began `drying' it. It wouldn't have been so bad if he hadn't been giggling while he did it. Then he was behind me drying my butt, reaching into my crack, saying, "Let's get it good and dry up in there."
I went up on my toes when one of his fingers went through the toweling and hit my hole.
"Ooops. Easy there, Eric. Just a slip of the finger. Calm down, man. There's a lot worse things that could happen."
I didn't know if that was a threat or a promise. Then from behind he was polishing my balls with the towel, running his hand around each one separately.
"Nice eggs, dude. Heavy and full. I bet you get a lot of mileage out of them, right?"
I didn't say anything. Then he was around in front, still happily toweling me.
"You look all nice and dry now."
He kept looking down at my dick. "Uh oh, wait. There's a damp spot that just showed up, right on the end of your dick. Nice and clear, just one drop. Well let's get that one too."
The towel brushed my piss slit and I gave an involuntary jerk, but he held on.
"Whoa there, Eric. I'm just doing my job, man." He sounded proud of his work. Then he said "Wait, another drop just appeared. I may need to really dry that end of your equipment. You want to look good when you go to see Mr. Penser."
He continued to rub the tip while my dick grew longer and longer. At that moment, Marcus came back in carrying my clothes.
"Well hello, what have we here, Denver?"
Denver gave him a wink. "One spot has been hard to dry. I'm sure it's been hard on Eric, because he's hard now."
"That's too bad, because he can't wear a wet jock into Mr. Penser's office, and he's due in there now." Turning to me he said "Mr. Penser is about to leave for the rest of the day, and he's waiting to give you your final evaluation right now."
He handed my clothes to me, said "Hurry!" and turned to go. Then looking back he added "Come back here when you leave his office and we'll finished what we started. That's an order."
Denver chuckled happily. "Hear that, Eric? We'll be waiting."
I got dressed. As I started out, I realized with no underwear or jockstrap my half hard dick would be visible to Mr. Penser. But there was nothing to do but see Penser now. At least things would be settled one way or another.
As I knocked on his door, my greatest hope was that this would be the last time I would stand in his office.
He greeted me in his usual formal way, and let me stand as he looked over the papers on his desk.
"Eric, you've gotten some good recommendations from your coworkers. I must say I'm a little surprised since there have been times when I thought they might resent you." He looked up and gave me what passed for a smile with him. "But...ah...there was something here...if I can find it. Yes, here it is. It was reported that you didn't always wear your jockey when you were told to. I'm not quite sure how they would know that."
I looked at him and he looked at me. "How would they know that, Eric? Do you display yourself to your coworkers in some way?"
"Mr. Penser honestly I have no idea why someone would say that, and as you say, how could they know?"
"That's what I'm asking too."
"I've told you, sir, I don't know."
"Hmmm..." He looked again at the papers on his desk. "Well, let's cover the basics about your internship first. You passed with good marks -- except for the jockey thing, of course -- but the hitch is there is no open position here right now. I'm sure you hoped when this ended, you'd move into a supervisory spot here, but alas none of available."
"I see." My spirits fell. I had tried to go along, to be a team player as they say, tried to just get through all this. Now here at the end of the road, everything was lost.
"But over in Riverton City there is such a position open. It pays the same as one here would, since the company sets the pay scale for all the stores. Would you be interested in it?"
"Yes sir."
"The bad news is that your pay here stops at noon when your probationary period is over. But Riverton City won't have an opening until a week from Monday. Now you'll leave here with your accumulated leave time, this week's check, and overtime pay, so that ought to give you a cushion. But still you ought to get in touch with them soon."
"I'll do that. And since it's a three hour drive, I would need to move there, so I'll need to find a place to live. And I'll do that Monday and go by the store and meet the manager and talk with him." I was really feeling a lot better now.
Mr. Penser adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. That was never a good sign. "Eric, let me just give you a piece of advice. Be careful over there. If the sort of things you've been doing here get started over there, it will reflect badly on the whole grocery chain and this one in particular."
I wanted to ask him to tell me specifically what he was talking about. But before I could, he stood up and pointed at my trousers.
"Eric, that...thing...of yours is showing through your pants. You said earlier you were wearing your jockey. Well it doesn't seem to be doing its job now."
"I got it wet" I said.
He gave me a baffled look. "Wet? What do you mean wet?"
I was having to think quickly. "At the car wash. The one you asked me to supervise. Someone splashed me with the hose and it got soaked."
That was the honest truth. But I saw immediately I had walked into a trap.
"But your clothes aren't soaked. How can your jockey be wet and the rest of you be dry?" He was reaching for the phone. He said "Paul, get in here right away please. We have a problem."
This whole conversation was driving me crazy. I thought I was out, then I was in, and now it looked like I might be out again.
Paul was in there in an instant. "What's the problem?" he asked in a quiet but serious tone.
"Tell him Eric. Tell him how you got your jockey soaked but you clothes weren't." He sounded really disgusted with me. For a moment my mind went blank. Fortunately, Paul came through for me.
"A car stalled and the driver couldn't get it started. There was water everywhere, so Eric got out of his clothes and with only an athletic supported he crawled under the car, corrected the problem and crawled back out soaking wet. Then he came around back here, dried off, and put on his clothes to come here for his final interview. I was proud of him."
"Oh? Well...well you should have said something right away, Eric. You just stood there like a deer in the headlights."
I decided to play it boyish, so I looked down at my shoes, and shuffled a little, and said "Yes, sir, you're right."
"Of course I'm right. Now you get out of here. You have plans to make and places to go."
We said our goodbyes. Paul and I went out together. Right away he pulled me into his office, wanting to know what was going on. I told him about Marcus, the photos with my parents' address, and the two jocks who were coming back. I also told him about Denver.
"Damn that Marcus. He always has to mess up everything. He's never satisfied." He started pacing. I had never seen Paul get this upset so quickly. "I went out of my way to get him into that Stag Night Club. He doesn't earn the money these others do, and he would never have gotten in on his own. After all that, this is how he rewards me when he has some power."
He seemed to be making up his mind about something. Then, picking up the phone, he rang the meat counter. "Lloyd, is Marcus there? Oh, in the back? Oh you mean the stockroom? Tell him I'm coming down in a minute."
I wanted to tell Paul about my new opportunity. "Can you wait a second before you go? I wanted to let you know I'll be taking a job in Riverton City."
He seemed to calm down for a minute. "That's good. Tell me about it."
I was in the midst of telling him when he interrupted to say "Eric, did you know there's a two year community college there? If you wanted, you could take some courses, and begin to build the things you need for a career. If you like what you're learning, you could transfer to a state university and get a college degree."
That made me feel really good, like maybe things could actually work out for me. Then we heard on the store intercom, "Attention shoppers. Letters can be dropped in the mailbox just outside the store entrance."
He frowned. I said "That's Marcus' voice. That means he's on his way to mail the pictures to my folks. He told me if I was late coming back, that's what he'd do."
Paul grabbed the phone, switching it to loud speaker. "Marcus Garner to Mr. Jeffries office immediately. Urgent. It's an emergency."
In an instant Mr. Penser was in the room. "What's going on?"
"We've just been informed by the health department that there is botulism in some meat shipments. Marcus will have to go through all of his shipments immediately."
"Oh. Well if that's all, then I'm off for the day."
He left just as Marcus came in. His face fell when he saw me there too. Then he looked at Paul and saw how upset he was.
"What's...what's this?" Then he tried one final bluff. "Eric, there's some people waiting for you back in the stockroom. I think -- you know -- maybe you ought to hurry. No need to antagonize anyone." He shot me a meaning full look.
Paul didn't waste any words. "Do you known the penalty for violating the rules of the stag club?"
"Why? What have I done?"
"Did you mail the pictures to Eric's folks?"
"No. That was just a bluff when I announced that. I only --" Then he realized what he had admitted. "Wait! I don't know what you're talking about." He went white as a sheet, which for a black-haired hairy guy who is normally beet red in the face, was quite an accomplishment.
"I'll bet if your wife saw some of the pictures of you I've taken at the stag club, she'd not only divorce you, but would make sure you never had custody of any of your children for the rest of your life!"
"I didn't do anything. Is Eric making up lies about me?"
"Never mind, Marcus. I'll just call her now and show her some pictures I have. You wanted to hurt Eric and victimize his parents in the process, so let's see how you like it when she gets down here."
He opened his rolodex and picked up the phone. Marcus was beside him in a second, trying to keep him from making the call.
"Wait, Paul..."
"Marcus, where is the letter?"
"It's safe."
"No, give it to me. I want it now."
"Well, I can't --"
"I'm calling your wife. It's that or give me the letter."
"I don't have the letter."
I looked up. "What? Sure you do!"
"I gave it to those two jocks."
Paul looked so mad it was like he was going to have a stroke. "What possessed you to do a stupid thing like that?"
"I don't know. I wanted them to be able to do whatever they wanted to Eric. And they are so stupid, all they could think of was that he should mow their lawns and do chores. Can you imagine?"
"You're through, Marcus. Your life is over as of now!"
"Wait! I'll get it back!"
I looked at my watch. It was almost noon, time to meet Jerry Bexler at Leo's Beef Harvest.
"How can you get it back, Marcus?"
"I don't know but let me go do that. Please don't call wife."
"If you can't find it by 5 o'clock today, I'm going to your house with all the evidence, and calling the head of the stag club to come deal with you permanently. This can't go on any longer."
"I need to go" I said.
Paul seemed to have almost forgotten about me. "Oh. Right. Well if they show up at your house, call me right away. Otherwise I'll be in touch before you move away."
"He's moving away?" Marcus asked in surprise.
"That's no longer any of your concern" Paul snapped. "You are out of Eric's life forever as of now."
I left, glad to get away from all that.
Outside the parking lot was more crowded than this morning, with more noise and confusion among the car wash operations. Since my car was as far away from all this as possible, I thankfully hurried over to it. Even with the tension in Paul's office, I still had not completely lost my erection. I wondered if the awesome but unwanted blow job from Gordon was responsible. It was then that I saw his car pulling in. Isaac jumped out, waving back to him.
"I'll have another load for you this afternoon" he called cheerfully. Gordon honked his horn in appreciation.
I shook my head, picturing Isaac saving his cum in little jars for Gordon, at least when Gordon wasn't getting it directly from the tap. I pictured Isaac trying to get more money by going on jacking marathons. And then I realized I was getting hard just thinking about that. I could have kicked myself. I got in my car and headed to the Beef Harvest, mad at myself that anything about sex could get me so turned on lately.
Jerry spotted me the minute I walked in the place. He had been watching the door, and he waved me over. He was nicely dressed in a brown golf shirt that set off his eyes and hair which were also brown. His handsake was warm and his mane friendly.H Light colored slacks and loafers completed the picture. His handshake was warm and his manner friendly.
We sat across from each other in a booth. I couldn't help but remember that it was just a week ago that Robby cut out my pants' pocket while Yancy and Kevin sat across from us here in this very spot. I felt like I was living in a whole new world.
Once we started eating, Jerry quietly explained his offer. "When I saw your nipples last night, I realized you have the perfect build for a certain type of feature that there is a high demand for in the sex trade."
"I'm not sure I really want to make porn movies or sell myself as a male prostitute."
He winced. "It's not like that. It really isn't. Just suffice it to say some people with highly specialized sexual interests will pay a very big price for someone with your build and sensitive nipples."
I guess he saw the doubtful look on my face, so he explained. "In some people the nipples seem to be a direct and highly developed channel to the balls and dick. In those people, play with their nipples and do it long enough, and they'll have an orgasm without ever touching their genitals. And it will be a more highly charged orgasm than they ever get any other way. So if they have this tendency and they have money, they will pay almost any price to be able to work the nipples of a healthy muscular young man until he literally writhes is sensual torment as his penis erupts all over the place. And at that moment they will join you as they too erupt. For them it is the highest pleasure they can find."
I didn't know what to say, so I explained "This sounds really interesting, but today I learned I will be moving to Riverton City to a new job there."
He stopped and looked down at his hands. "I see. I didn't know. I will say that you could earn more in a year or two with my way than you could probably earn in ten years at your job."
Then he looked up and over my shoulder. I was aware of a large presence behind me.
"Why hello, Max. What brings you to Leo's?"
"Sheer coincidence, Jerry. Sheer coincidence." Without waiting to be asked, Max Bockstrop said "May I join you?" and then settled down beside me. He was such a big man I was scrunched against the wall. In fact I could hardly move my arms once he was seated.
He picked up a menu, laying it out before him while he seemed to be studying it. Then he bent forward over it, which put his shoulder next to mine, and he dropped his hand down onto my leg, above the knee. I unconsciously trembled. He looked over and smiled.
"I see you still have the effects of last night, right? Too much excitement leaves a person with the shivers the next day. I've seen it often. In fact my assistant Reynolds has that quite frequently in my office. You remember Reynolds, don't you, Eric?" His hand was now in my crotch. With no jockstrap on, his fingers easily found my dick and began a light movement there.
"Max, let him eat his food in peace." It was obvious Jerry knew what he was up to.
"Jerry, what's the second rule of the stag club? You and I cosponsored it in the constitution." He waited for a reply.
Reluctantly Jerry quoted from memory, "No member shall interrupt another member at play, unless permanent bodily hard is threatened."
Max smiled quietly, his fingers still working on my dick. He found the head easily, and winked at me. He now had my trousers unzipped and he was carefully pulling my dick out, holding the head in a firm grasp. I gasped from the emotion. He really liked that, and gave the head a little chuck, almost like a coo chi coo under a baby's chin.
"Right, Jerry. And didn't I stay away when you were having such a fun time with that 19 year old Brazilian sailor on leave? You had those nipples practically dancing."
"But the waitress, she's coming this-" Jerry started to say.
I was about to have a fit. I was sure no one could see, but he was doing things with my dick nobody had ever done before, not even me.
"Remember how you had the sailor boy squealing as you did your nipple thing on him? And I didn't even say a word."
"You're right. But Eric and I were discussing-"
"Go right ahead and discuss."
With that the waitress came up to see if he wanted to order. He handed her a twenty dollar bill, said he just wanted to sit with us, and she turned to go. But she must have seen something in my face because she suddenly asked, "Sir, are you all right?"
I was about to explode. It was all I could do to hold it in. My breath came in twisted gasps as I replied, "Thank you...but I...ahhh...think I'm-" and with that he gave the final twist. I felt like my dick was in some sort of juicer machine and it just exploded.
I know my eyes went out of focus and I know I made some sounds I probably shouldn't have. She gave me a look of total disgust as it dawned on her what was happening, and she spun on her heel and left. She thought it was me playing with myself.
Max's hand was still down there. I could feel him wiping my cum from his hand onto my trousers.
"He'll be a mess when you two get up to go" Max said. Then his fingers returned to my dick and he began playing again. I was really sensitive down there.
"Max-" Jerry started to say.
"Remember the Brazilian boy. I didn't intervene even when his tears were heartbreaking."
"Don't give me `heartbreaking', Max. You were as turned on and I was."
"Please stop" I said to Max.
His fingers paused, then pulled on my dick in such a way that I almost came out of my seat.
"Down! Eat!" Max snapped in a quiet but decisive way.
I was humiliated. I knew for sure I wouldn't feel good until I could get so far away from this town that nobody would ever have heard of it. It was like `Village of the Damned.' Max wouldn't leave my dick alone. Everything down there was wet and sticky and now the cum itself was getting cold.
Turning to Jerry, Max asked, "So are your trying to get Eric to join your stable of nipple boys?" There was a slightly unpleasant tone now in his voice.
Jerry looked at him levelly. "Well you're such a dick guy, always wanting somebody riding yours, what's wrong with being a nipple guy?"
"Getting anywhere with him?" He had lifted my dick again, cupping it while he slid one finger toward my balls, testing them. Glancing at me, he said "I guess I did a good job emptying your balls. You won't have another load for a few hours."
I said nothing. Jerry said, "Eric says he's moving away. But that won't be a problem for me. Distance never is."
Max looked down at me. He was so big that even sitting beside him he seemed to be hovering over me.
"Moving, really? Where are you moving to?"
I didn't want him to know, but Jerry spoke up and told him.
"Riverton City? Hmmm. I have a cousin over that way, Heathcock Bockstrop. Perhaps your paths will cross." He squeezed the head again and I hunched forward.
I thought to myself that I would make a point to never meet Heathcock Bockstrop. But Max was pulling his hand out of my pants now, and started getting up. I tried as quick as I could to zip my pants, but he was handing the waitress the unused menu as she passed by. That meant she was looking down and could what I was doing. She shuddered as if I revolted her.
When he had gone, Jerry said "Sorry about that. Max can sometimes be a problem."
I though to myself `you don't know the half of it' but I said nothing. We finished the meal in silence. Somehow Max had left a dark cloud that shut out the sun.
As we went back to our cars, Jerry said "Look, if things don't work out where you're going, get back in touch with me. I realize I should have stopped Max just now when he started in on you, but...he's the guy I buy most of my medical and drug equipment from, things I use in the nipple business. I can't really go face to face with him -- I'm too dependent on him...and he knows it."
I told him I understood and had seen examples of that at his pharmacy. We stopped by his car and shook hands. He had a warm, firm grip, and he held on as he said, "Don't get caught up in Max's web. He can reel you in and you'll be helpless. He hasn't completely succeeded with doing that to me, but sometimes I feel too close to his net to be safe."
Then he let go of my hand. I turned and start off when he said, quietly but with feeling, "You're really something, Eric. I mean it."
I looked back, grinned, and waved. Then he got in his car and was gone.
When I got to the city park, Patrick was waiting. He had pulled off his T, and stood bare-chested and sweating in the summer sun. His red running shorts with the yellow stripe looked great against his white skin, red hair and freckles and the dusting of red hair down his arms and legs. His blue eyes lighted up when he saw me, and he walked over. I couldn't help but notice his package, which was beginning to swell with every step.
"You better sit down and take it easy before that thing busts out of your pants and heads home by itself."
He grinned and punched me lightly on the arm.
"My package knows what's good, and it's waiting for Yancy...but just barely. If I don't get relief soon, I'm liable to go down on you and bust that fine ass of yours."
"Oh, so you've noticed my ass, have you?"
"Damn right. Bubble butted and held high. I could really plow that good."
"Well yours isn't too bad a butt either." I figured that was about the best compliment I could pay. I had thought maybe if things went well, I could plow his ass while Yancy serviced that bone of his. If I'm gay, this as good a time as any to get started doing stuff. And just like last night, I could feel the heat coming off his body. For some reason he really turned me on.
He looked over at me, and suddenly said "What's the white spots on your pants? Dry cum?"
I turned three shades of red. I had totally forgotten to clean myself after we got away from the restaurant.
"You even smell like cum." Patrick was laughing at me. He reached over and patted my shirt where some of the stains were. "What went wrong, you couldn't wait for me and Yancy to turn you on tonight?"
I just shook my head and laughed, hoping to pass it off. But he wouldn't quit. "That's why I'm so glad I don't jack. You jackoffs get yourselves so edged you are ready to start stroking without any sense of waiting. Don't you know it's so much better if you wait for it?"
"Oh, you mean like you? I don't want to pay some paper boy to paddle my butt until I shoot."
He didn't answer. I wondered if I had hit a nerve. We were quiet and nearing my apartment area, but I suddenly asked, "How long did he have to spank you before you shot?"
He squirmed and then shook himself almost like the way a dog does sometimes. He craned his neck from one side to the other as he said, "I don't know. Different times. It depended. I don't count stuff like that."
I was pulling into my parking spot. "So you let him spank you more times than one?"
The car had stopped and Patrick had his hand on the door knob as if he wanted to jump out and run away. But instead he said "Hey, look! There's Yancy on the landing upstairs now!"
With that he jumped out and ran upstairs. Locking the car, I saw there was a lot of back slapping and shoulder punching and various other greetings between them. Both looked as happy as little kids. I suddenly felt a twinge, realizing how much it meant to both of them to be together.
I hurried upstairs, got the door unlocked, and we all three went in. Patrick went to use the bathroom, which gave me a minute with Yancy to catch up.
"Did you sign the contract with Mr. Bockstrop?"
"No. I was going to, but I remembered what you had said about waiting. So I told him I needed to ask my mother. He tried to get me to sign anyway, but I didn't."
"Good. Now I'll tell you about my new job. I got approved and there's an opening at our store in Riverton City."
"Riverton City? That's over near where I used to live. Patrick and I live in Cottonwood, just a few miles south. Everybody goes in to Riverton City to shop and all."
With the bathroom door open, we could hear the final splatters from Patrick's mighty pee. Yancy grinned and pointed in the direction of the bathroom.
"Have you ever known anybody who can pee as much and as often as Patrick? It's like that's his special ability or something."
From the look in his eyes, I could tell how much he liked Patrick. Again I felt a twinge. And then Patrick was back in the room with us, still pulling up his red gym shorts.
"Damn, that thing of mine was glad to get out and look around with me and get some relief. Hell I wouldn't take a leak at that city park bathroom. It smelled like everybody just went in there to piss on the floor. My guy just doesn't like to go with those conditions."
"Well" I said, "I'm sure it's ready for a good time, isn't it?"
"Damn straight. Or it will be as soon as it gets to see Yancy moving in on him."
"Then let's go back into the bedroom."
We had gone back in the bedroom when I said, "OK, Yancy, it's your show from here on. How are we going to do this?"
"Patrick's going to strip and stand by the picture window up front until I'm ready."
"No, Yancy, he can't do that. Not my picture window. There's been too much nudity in front of it lately. They'll kick me out if I'm not careful."
Patrick was pacing. "I thought it'd just be you and me, Yancy, like it used to be." He looked really uneasy. His package which had been trying to find a way out of those shorts now seemed to be subsiding.
"Well Eric's my friend now, and he gets to be around for whatever we do."
"Why can't we do it the way we used to?" Patrick was almost whining.
"Things are different now. Like Eric said, we can't expose you in his big front window. Man you used to look great -- scared but great -- when I'd make you do it at your house. But go ahead and strip now, Patrick. Do it my way or I won't do it at all."
I was enjoying this. "If he doesn't get you off, you'll have to go back to paying the paper boy to spank it out of you" I said.
Patrick turned red.
"What?" Yancy squeaked. "Jimmy Andrews? Little Jimmy Andrews? You paid him to spank the stuff out of you?"
"Well I had to do something" Patrick said sheepishly. "You weren't around."
"How'd you get him to do it? I mean he's half your size and he's only like 13. He should have been afraid it was some sort of trap."
"I think he was. But I paid him five bucks so he trusted me."
I decided to pull a sneaky on Patrick, so I asked "Did you have to pay him five bucks every time?"
Before he stopped to think, he said "Not every time. The last couple of times he did it for free."
Yancy went wild. "You mean you've been getting off all this time, but using Jimmy's spanking to do it?"
"It wasn't that many" Patrick muttered, dropping his gaze. "And another guy on the summer sports team was getting spanked to get off. That's how I learned it."
"What did the paperboy get to do to you in return for you not having to pay?" I was curious.
"I don't...remember."
But Yancy had questions too. "You let him paddle you butt-ass naked?"
"Yes."
"I bet he really got off on that" I said.
Patrick kind of laughed. "Especially the last few times. He got so he liked seeing me naked, and I could tell because he kept grabbing his little crotch and practically dancing around before he started."
"I bet he couldn't wait to get home and jack off," I said.
Patrick's face turned a little red. "Yeah...well he got me to jerk him off those last times. That's why he spanked my butt for free."
Poor Yancy was just outdone. "Patrick! I can't believe you'd do something like that,"
"Well I wasn't beating my own meat. If it's somebody else's I'm jacking I guess it's ok. Besides I didn't have that many spare five dollars to be throwing around."
Yancy was ready to put an end to the conversation. "Patrick, stand up and strip. Get off the bed and then when I'm ready you'll lie across the bed sideways, so your head is over one side and your legs are hanging over the other. I'll tie your hands behind your back like we always do."
"I don't want my hands tied. You said we're doing it different this time. And I don't want to stand around naked and I don't like anybody watching me when you and I do that."
I tried to give him some confidence. "Patrick, if it'll make it any easier on you, I'll strip too." He certainly was not the same confident guy he was last night.
He stood beside the bed and started taking his shirt and shorts off, finally peeling down his briefs. All this sexual talk had gotten to him. His dick was hanging long and it was moist at the tip. I got out of my clothes and Yancy did too. I was not hard yet, thanks to Max Bockstrop's milking me at lunch. Yancy was boning up in good time, finally dancing around buck naked letting his pecker bounce along with his body. That's when he said to me:
"Eric, get your knees on Patrick's' shoulders when he's stretched out. I don't want him suddenly grabbing my head and pulling me deep throat on that bone of his. That's why I started tying his hands before."
I grinned at Yancy, realizing this would have my dick hanging down in his face. I knew that would drive Patrick crazy.
"Sounds good to me" I said, and began lowering my knees onto his shoulders. When I was almost in place Patrick realized where that would put my dick.
"No I don't want somebody's damn dick in my face. I don't suck dick. I'm no fag!"
Yancy stood his ground. He was already getting ready to lean forward onto Patrick's dick. "We do it this way or not at all. How much do you really want this, Patrick?"
"I want it bad! I swear, you don't know what it was like having to find substitutes for this stuff. I hate being paddled. And it was never as good as this way."
"Then we'll do it my way. Tell your face to get ready for something good from Eric."
I repositioned myself so my knees now were between his arm pits and my legs would keep his arms from grabbing anything. I leaned forward as my dick bobbed slowly across Patrick's face. He started to complain, but my dick swished across his lips and he closed them tightly.
I started playing with his nips as I said, "Open your lips, Patrick."
I looked down his body to where Yancy was licking the shaft of his dick like a candy cane. Yancy caught my eye and said "Mouth, Patrick, or I stop."
He did stop. It took Patrick just a second before he let out a reluctant moan and opened his mouth.
"Tongue, Patrick" Yancy told him.
At that moment I thought his tongue was the greatest thing I had ever felt. My dick, still mostly soft, slipped gently into his mouth. I think I could have fallen in love with a mouth like that. The thin lips pursed, opened, and the tongue not only received me but sloshed around the head with a mighty lick. I groaned.
Yancy, looking up, grinned as he lollypoped the tip of Patrick's dick. "Sounds like Patrick's doing a good job up there."
I looked down his white body, the freckles dotting the landscape, the wisps of red chest hair, and the innie belly button waiting for me. Then I looked at the start of his wildly red treasure trail. I returned to playing with his nipples. They were like pencil erasers, and were just as rubbery now.
Yancy still hadn't started in full force on Patrick's bone. It was tall and hard, but he continued lapping around the top and licking up and down the shaft. I could tell Patrick was getting restless.
"Come on, Yance" he said. "Let's get to the real stuff. You don't need to make it last this time, we can do it again tonight. I just want to get off."
Yancy looked up. Again he stopped work. "All in good time."
At that point, I guess I was the only one working. I was about finished with his nipples and was looking for other stuff to do. My dick rested comfortably in his mouth, and he was keeping his lips closed around it. He was doing a good job on it. When he got too much saliva and swallowed, it gave my dick an extra charge. But once I bone up, this will change. Then he opened his mouth and my dick came out.
"Yancy...Yance, come on man."
"You want me to borrow a paddle from Eric and see if that'll get you off better than what I'm doing?"
"No, man. Come on, have a heart."
"Why isn't Eric's dick in your mouth?"
"Because I was trying to talk. Have you ever tried to talk with a dick in your mouth?"
Yancy started in sucking. Patrick was really responding, so much so that my dick wasn't getting much service except his tongue did some pressure work on it. That's when I reached down him and used my index finger to run around inside his belly button. I thought he was going to come off the bed like he'd been shot.
He and Yancy both said "Hey!" at the same time. When Yancy saw why he bucked so badly, he started laughing.
"Way to go, Eric! What else do you want?"
I said quietly, "I want his butt."
Patrick tried to rare up, but I had him pinned too tightly. However it was Yancy who surprised me when he said, "Well that's fine, but if you get his butt than I get yours."
I moved my fingers slowly down Patrick's chest and stomach until I reached the top of his pubes. I pulled on a couple of them lightly. My face now wasn't far from Yancy's. I whispered, "Then you get your fingers to work while you're blowing him, and open up his ass."
"I didn't make him take an enema like I usually do. It'll be dirty down there."
"Well, it's easier for you to wash your hands afterwards than for me to plow into something that's never been opened." I paused a moment, then added "Besides, Yancy, it's fun."
Patrick had quit sucking me. "Hey! Don't I have a say in this? After all, it is my butt."
Yancy already had three fingers is his mouth, slobbering and sucking away. When he pulled them out, I realized they were a mixture of Patrick's precum and Yancy's saliva. They certainly looked slick enough to be inserted anywhere.
As he lined them up on Patrick's hole, he said "That's true, Patrick, but this is something we are all involved in. While he's fucking you, I'll be screwing him. Think what a turn on that will be. And if your guy hasn't unloaded by that time, I'll make sure I pull another load from you."
He went back to blowing Patrick while he rammed one finger in, then 2, and after a few minutes a third. Patrick groaned and bucked, but I knew he would blow his load any minute now.
Then he cried "Wait! Don't finish me now. Let me shot while you two are screwing. From what I felt from his fingers, once you get that monster of yours fully rammed into me, I'll blow a load like you've never seen before."
Yancy pulled out and ran to wash his fingers. Patrick stayed rock hard. I got out two rubbers, and handed one to Yancy when he got back. I also got out lube and prepared myself as well as my rubbered dick.
While all this preparation was going on, Patrick suddenly asked, "Wait, what do I get out of all this?"
Before Yancy could reply, I voiced what I had been mulling over since this morning. "Patrick, I'll be moving to Riverton City. I'm going to ask Yancy to come move in with me there. Cottonwood is not that far away. We could get together a lot. You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?"
This took both guys by surprise. I wanted to keep Yancy away from Bockstrop's clutches, and I definitely wanted to be with him. But I was having some feelings for Patrick too, just maybe not the deep ones I had for Yancy.
Patrick was doubtful. "But...will Yance still get to help me out? You know, service me when I'm needing relief?"
"I think that would be up to you and him. But if he did, could I have access to your butt again?"
"We haven't done it the first time yet. How do you know you'd even like it?"
Then Yancy spoke up. "What about the money I could make at the pharmacy? He promised be a special salary range because I'd be going things for him."
"There's an employee of his I want you to talk to. But for now, let's see how well we can do a sort of three way."
I got Patrick to lie on his back and lift his legs onto my shoulders. I lined my dick up with his hole, and pressed against it. It was harder than I would have thought. I mean I pushed but it didn't want to go in. Finally I said "Push out while I push in." That did it, and I was inside. It was tight but it was a wonderful kind of warm too. Then Yancy came up behind me, I spread my legs wide and leaned on Patrick, and Yancy got in. His wasn't that long or thick, so I didn't have the problem I think Patrick was having with mine. His dick throbbed against my stomach and chest, hot and pulsing, still dripping from Yancy's saliva and his own precum.
This was all so new, there was no hope we could all cum at the same time. But we did pretty well. Yancy got excited and shot first, while I plunged even deeper into Patrick. But when his pole spattered spunk everywhere, I shot deep into him and we collapsed on each other. Finally we just lay there exhausted.
In the silence, Yancy suddenly said "You know, we ought to practice this more often so we get it right next time."
(End of Chapter Sixteen)