Getting Eric

Chapter Four - Eating Out

As Yancy and I got out of my car at Leo's Beef Harvest, it was hard to realize that it was less than 24 hours since my stupid bet that turned me over to Kevin's team and then made me the pawn of my own coworkers. Leo's was crowded; it was a typical Saturday night. We were lucky to get a booth. I looked across at Yancy, glad to have a friend. The smell of the beef and barbeque filled the place like it always did. It was a favorite spot of mine. Yancy was jabbering on about something, but I thought about last night and what all they made us do, and then the weirdest thing happened. I started getting aroused.

Maybe it was being without underwear, but suddenly I was hard as a rock. Yancy was telling me about his mother and the house where they lived, and my mind was elsewhere. Then they called our order number and we had to pick them up.

Yancy slid out and said "Come on, Eric." He turned just as I pulled out of my seat and, catching a glimpse of my crotch, his eyes gleamed.

"Wow! I didn't know that telling you about my home life would get you that turned on." He was grinning from ear to ear.

I shoved a hand in my pocket, hoping to keep things looking decent, and we went up to the counter. We paid separately but it meant me pulling my hand out of my pocket in getting my wallet and then getting change back. I was nudged by someone beside me and I realized it was Kevin Sizemore from last night.

"Well, looks like you're in a mood for a 'big' evening" he said. With that he made a quick bump with the back of his hand against my erection, and I bent over almost dropping my plate.

"Hey!" Yancy said, suddenly realizing what was going on. He had paid for his and would have walked back to the table if Kevin hadn't come up.

"Watch it, Yancy, or we'll take you for another ride tonight." Kevin said.

Yancy cringed. I said, "Watch it, Sizemore, or I'll let everybody know you're really Size-less."

We went back to our table. I asked, "Were the others with him?"

"I don't think so," Yancy said shrinking down at his place.

He kept glancing at me like he needed reassurance. It was like I was his protector. That made my bone jump. Damn! Even as a little kid, long before I could jack or anything, I'd get this funny feeling between my legs when I read stories of a guy being the hero, the protector of his best friend and stuff like that. I knew I was leaking precum even though my bone was tight along my leg. It wouldn't be so bad if I had underwear, but if I got a damp spot -

"Hello there" a voice said. I looked up. It was Robby. He slid in beside me even though there was really only room for one on each side. "You don't mind, do you?"

Then he looked across the room and signaled Kevin to join us. Kevin came over with this big-assed grin all across his face.

"Robby, did you see Ear-RICK at the counter? He was well armed. Or maybe well legged is the better word. That thing wanted to walk out in front of him."

Robby nodded. "That's why I'm sitting here. Pull in by Yancy and then we'll see what we can do about that."

"Right. I think we need to join forces like last night."

I started to say no, but Robby pushed his elbow again my ribs and said "Pull out your pocket. Turn it inside out."

That sounded so stupid. I don't know why I went ahead and did it. Well I guess I do know, it was because it's always worse if they have to do what they told me to do. Robby slid slightly away so he could turn and face me. Taking a pocket knife out, he opened it and then slashed my pocket in shreds.

"There. No more pocket. Now you can reach in there and play with that thing of yours as much as you like. That's all you want to do anyway."

"That's not true. Besides, how would you like it if I cut up your trousers?" I was mad.

Robby just smiled. Then in a deadly calm voice he asked, "Now are you going to put your hand in that pocket and see what you can find there, or do you want me to?"

During this exchange Yancy had been wide-eyed. Now he gasped. Unfortunately it sounded like an aroused gasp. Kevin picked up on it and patted him.

"Calm down, Yancy. You'll get your chance in a minute."

Robby looked at me dead level. "Well? I'm waiting."

Reluctantly I shoved my hand in my pocket. With no underwear I found myself touching my pubes and my erection. I was surprised at how sexy that felt. I tried to act calm and eat my burger with my left hand, but they only laughed - even Yancy.

"You should see your face" Robby grinned. "You look like a love sick cow chewing on its cud."

Yancy still hadn't touched his food. Kevin noticed this and asked him about it.

"I'm not very hungry" he said in a scared tone. I guess after last night he felt like he wasn't safe anywhere around them.

"It's good meat. I thought you really liked hot meat. You sure did last night."

Yancy squeezed his eyes shut. "Please, Kevin."

"Please what, Kevin?" Kevin mocked back at him.

"Please leave me alone." He sounded like a little kid.

Robby slid out of his place beside me. "Come over here, Yancy. Maybe your appetite will improve if you sit by your buddy here. In fact you better start eating your burger one handed, since I want you to put your left hand in that pocket of Eric's."

I would have felt better if Yancy hadn't suddenly looked so eager. On the other hand, I thought maybe he was just glad to get away from Kevin. But as he hopped out and came over to my side, I saw he was totally boned.

Robby moved beside Kevin. He leaned forward toward Yancy, an earnest expression on his face.

"Yancy, I want you to reach in that pocket. OK? That's right. Good. Now tell me what it feels like. Can you feel that thing of his?"

Yancy was so horned he only talked in little pants. "It's...hot. It's...like a hot rubber hose but...sort of silky too."

The other two broke up at that. Kevin gave the definition: "Yancy boy, you're gay. Don't say you aren't. Maybe you haven't gotten started yet, but, dude, you are pure out gay."

I felt his fingers holding my shaft. He wasn't as far down my leg as the head, but even with the shaft he was doing a good job of feeling me up, to the point where I began to worry that I'd splatter my trousers.

Robby smiled. "You know the handiest thing about having no pocket? Guys at work can check to be sure you've left your underwear off without making you pull your pants down. Isn't that great?"

I didn't think so.

"No underwear?" Kevin asked laughing loudly.

"Oh yes. Eric's already in trouble with his boss because he gets excited at unexpected times. I made him lick the precum off a cucumber today."

Kevin nearly fell out at that, and Yancy stopped eating his hamburger. He didn't stop his fingers from touching my bone though.

"Tell us about it" Kevin said, while I whispered to Yancy to go slow on the finger movements. His fingers were getting me close to the brink. My legs went tense and I could hardly chew.

Robby heard me, looked at my face and grinned. Then he said "Yancy, just sort of pat that thing, like it was a pet dog or something. You know what I mean, something you'd like to take home and play with." Even Yancy blushed at that, but he did slow down. Robby told them the cucumber story, saying at the end, "And he licked it really good. I may have him practice sucking one in case we want to use him for other sucking later."

Somehow we got through the meal. I was still on the brink, but Yancy was not working me the way he had been. He seemed content to enjoy merely holding it in his fingers. I wanted to leave, and I wondered if they would try to stop us. But oddly, when I said to Yancy that we were leaving, neither Robby nor Kevin actually objected.

Robby said, "Just remember to wear those trousers to work tomorrow."

"What?"

"Well if there's some reason you can't, then cut the pocket out of the pair you wear. Got it?"

"I'm not going to cut the pockets out of all my pants! Then what would I do afterward, go to a tailor or dry cleaner and ask them to put pockets back in?"

"Somehow, Eric, that's not my problem."

I was angry, but I realized when it came to no underwear, I had no real choice. I got ready to stand up, but Kevin motioned with his hand.

"I want you to do one more thing" Kevin said, looking at Yancy. "Then you two can go and I won't tell anybody at work what you were doing to Eric tonight" he said.

"You made me" he said.

"Whatever. I want you to lick your fingers, then reach down in his pocket again and touch the head. Get that stuff off it and then put your hand back in your mouth and lick it clean."

Yancy gave him a silent nod.

"That's disgusting, Kevin." I started to get riled up again. Then I saw the menace in his eyes. All those years back, and he still hadn't gotten over me getting him in that school restroom.

"You do want to get out of here ok, don't you?" I was sure now that it would be a cold day in hell before he get over that senseless prank.

I just nodded. Yancy slipped his now-moist hand into my pocket, ran it along the shaft while I gave an involuntary quiver, and then he was grasping the head. I think he probably did it more than necessary, but at least he got it done and I didn't shoot off. After a final swipe around the head, he pulled it out. It was practically dripping. Then unbelievably he sniffed it. We looked at him without saying anything. Then he put all his fingers in his mouth and sucked them like it was the nectar of the gods. My dick gave a violent twitch.

We got up and left. It was a long walk across the busy dining area, and I put my hand in my pocket to keep that monster from poking out ahead of me. I don't think it had ever been that hard.

We had pulled out of the parking lot when Yancy reached over and touched my erection. I jumped.

"What are you doing?" There wasn't much traffic and it was night, but still...

He was leaning into me real close. "I thought you liked it last night and again just now." His hand was touching me good now, although with the close conditions in the car he couldn't reach in my pocket. Still his fingers were at work on the outside.

It felt really good, especially since nobody else could see us. But I wasn't sure if I was supposed to really like this as much as I did. I also wondered if he was up to something.

"Do you like doing it?" I asked.

"With you, yes. And it looks like your friend down there likes it a lot too. Your trousers are going to look wet."

"I don't care."

I gave him a quick glance and saw he was grinning. Then he undid my belt and unsnapped the top of the waist. Then he pulled the zipper down.

"This'll give you more room in there."

We were on busy streets, but as we turned off into his neighborhood I pulled over near the first stop sign and raised up so he could pull my trousers down. I realized that was one advantage to no underwear. I didn't know why I was doing this, but I knew I liked it and I was so fed up with everything else going on in my life it just seemed right. Here was somebody who wanted to do something for me and not at me. I drove along the empty street.

Then he began jacking me, slowly at first. It wasn't like last night when we had to do each other; this time he seemed to enjoy the feel of my bone, the ridge below the head, even the softness of my balls. His face and hands were all over me down there, and I was straining to get off. Finally I had to pull up at the curb before I got us into an accident. We were shaded by two trees at the sidewalk, and no streetlights could show anybody what we were doing.

I wasn't expecting anything like this to happen, and wasn't sure what the rules for this were. So I reached over to his crotch but he pushed my hand away. "Let me, let me. I want to give you a real hand job" he said. His breath down by my balls was warm and wonderful. I was so slick I could hear the squeaking sounds as he jacked away, his other hand now reaching back along my taint. Man he was doing me a whole lot better than Rita ever did. I wished I could find a girl this good.

I tried to hold back but I knew I was going to explode any second. This was so really great, the feeling was unlike anything I guess I had ever had. He seemed real enthusiastic about his work. Man this was totally new territory to me. I mean last night didn't count because I didn't have any choice, but now this was hot. I knew I'd feel guilty afterwards, but for now this was perfect.

That's when he went down with his mouth and that warm kingdom enveloped my dick like it was the mother lode. Everything was liquid and gooey and that tongue was driving my dick into places it had never been before. He was obviously carried away, and I knew I couldn't contain my load much longer.

"I'm about to shoot, Yancy. Want me to finish up by hand?"

He continued sucking with a renewed fervor, waving his hands in a 'go away' motion while he continued with his ministrations. He wanted to do it all himself.

"It's going to be a big load, Yancy."

He waved me to silence again with his hands. That was the moment the load started exploding up my shaft, through the head, and into his mouth. He began swallowing, almost gobbling my dick in his haste. Finally when it subsided, I knew my dick needed some rest. His tongue was still playing with it.

I patted his head as he lay between my legs. "Thanks, Yancy", I whispered. "I don't think I've ever had anything that good happen to me." I was still coming down from an incredible high.

He looked up, cum on his lips and some still on his tongue, "You're welcome. We'll have to do this again sometime."

Then quick as a flash he was opening the car door.

"We're not at your house yet" I started to say, but he was already out. I didn't know why he was so anxious to leave until I saw a couple of younger kids, around 11 or 12 years old, coming up to him.

I started the engine, but not before they grinned at him and pointed at my car. He shook his head in a disgusted way, but they kept doing that stupid stuff of pointing a finger at him and shaking it like they were saying "Bad boy, bad boy."

As I pulled away one of them shouted at me "We saw you!"

That was all I needed after the day I'd had. I headed on home.

I parked in my usual spot at the curb and got out. I was ready to relax. Coming down the sidewalk was a buffed guy in army running shorts and T, hell bent on physical exercise. But when he saw me and my car, he came to a jogging halt, running in place.

"Hey, didn't I see you last night?"

Sweat dripped from his face, but he wasn't winded and he kept up the in-place jogging.

"Huh?" I wasn't sure if he meant the ball park, or in front of Kevin's, or where.

"Last night outside the apartment where I'm staying. Over on Palm Circle. Guys were honking the horn and you were standing in front of their car getting dressed. I recognized your car. What the hell was that all about?"

"Oh kind of like an initiation I guess. Some guys were giving me a bad time." I shoved my hand in my pocket, realized it wasn't there, and pulled it back again. It was a reflex from the old days whenever I got embarrassed.

He grinned. He still ran in place even though we were talking. He was like perpetual motion. He was taller than me and probably in better shape judging by what I could see.

"That's what I told Susan."

I gave him a puzzled look. "My girlfriend. I'm home on leave from Afghanistan and staying with her. You woke us both up. By the way, she said she liked what she saw."

"Thanks." I grinned even though I wished we weren't having this conversation.

"What did it feel like having those guys do that to you, making you put your clothes on with the headlights dead on you and you buck naked?" His eyes narrowed as he watched my face.

"It was really embarrassing. But everything last night was kind of that way."

"I'd like to hear about it sometime." He never stopped his foot movements, he never lost a beat. Then he stepped closer. He dropped his voice like he was sharing a secret. "I could tell you stuff, things that you wouldn't believe."

"Huh?"

"Stuff that happened to me. Real stuff. You know, man to man. Not stuff I'd tell Susan."

I didn't know whether to be flattered or to be cautious. "Thanks. Great. I'd like to hear about it."

He nodded and gave me a sort of conspiratorial wink. Then he said, "You ought to come over and meet her some time. I'll get her to fix supper for us one night. She makes a great meatballs and spaghetti."

He seemed to come on strong, but I guess when you don't have much time away from war, you make friends as quick as you can.

Still keeping up the pace, he held out a sweaty hand. "Scott Moss" he said.

"Eric Tucker." We shook hands. His grip was hard and firm. I wondered what he would think if he knew what my hand had gripped when I shoved it in my useless pocket.

"Good to meet you" he said and then jogged on, never missing a beat.

I headed upstairs. I was really worn out.

I pulled the curtains closed in the living room. It was a great picture window and normally I would have sat and looked out at the stars. But for now I wanted a shower and the chance to go to bed.

I woke up Sunday morning feeling a little better than I had the night before. I decided I would be safe from being hassled because Mr. Penser would be there all day.

As I thought about my situation, I remembered that Paul Jeffries was on the team but I hadn't seen him since the game. He's 28, married, and a lot more settled down than the others. He never horses around and he didn't really seem involved in the stuff they were doing to me. I could ask him what he thinks about how they're treating me.

Then I remembered the picture Lloyd wanted me to take and print up. I could print Mark's at the same time. I hated doing all this stuff, but if I can keep them off my back for a week, until my final evaluation comes up, I'll be safe. Then I'll be certified eligible as assistant manager, and I can pick a position at another store if I want. That's the good thing about a chain store, you can transfer elsewhere and keep all your credits.

I got the camera and found the setting for the self-timer. I figured I'd take a few practice shots. I put it on my dresser and posed in front of the long mirror on my closet door. I was still in good shape, even two years after high school. Football had kept me solid, and exercising and lifting weights had kept me up to form since then. I had to admit not many guys had as good a body as I did.

I set the timer, and got into position facing the camera with my legs spread and my hands behind my head. I had practiced it at the mirror and I figured I looked pretty sexy. After the picture snapped, I looked at it. Damn! It cut off the top of my head. I knew I couldn't get away with that. So I tried it again. After some practice, I got a perfect picture. I hated this, but I was sort of proud of myself.

I printed it up and also the shrimp picture. It was the first time I had looked closely at that one. I have a really good butt, if I do say so myself. Perfect globes, smooth ass, toned muscles. But I realized I looked silly spreading my cheeks so the tail of the shrimp could be seen. I shook my head. I still think Yancy was improvising with that shot.

I got dressed, wearing the same pair of trousers as I wore yesterday. I wasn't about to cut the pocket out of another pair just to please those jerks at work. I needed to buy a little time while I figured a way out of this situation. It felt odd in my car driving to work with no underwear. I had the two pictures in my back pocket.

Once inside, I glanced through the window into Mr. Penser's office to be sure he was there. I felt like everyone could see the outline of my dick down my trousers although it wasn't hard or anything. Then before I knew it Ted came up to me and pulled me into the break room.

"Let's see what you're wearing" he said with a determined grin. He reached into my pocket, felt around, and then pulled on my dick. That sent a shock through me and I wondered if I would get hard. I gave a gasp and sort of jerked.

"Liked that, did you?"

I always knew he was taller than me, but somehow now it seemed even more so. I didn't reply of course. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. I never realized how humiliating a thing it is to have another guy reach in and grab at your stuff.

"Now drop them."

"Ted you've already checked in my pocket. You know I'm not wearing anything but my trousers."

"Want me to get somebody else in here to hold you while I pull them down?"

"Somebody could walk in."

"Better get it over with quick, then."

I did, but Ted made me stand there while he walked around me looking me up and down from all sides. The worst part was his smirk, which he had the whole time.

Then he relaxed, patted me on the butt, and said "Better get dressed. You never know who might walk in."

That proved prophetic since I had just gotten my pants zipped and belt buckled when the girl from the bakery came in.

Ted went on out and I followed shortly. What was so bad was that with no underwear, I felt like I was almost undressed. I mean it felt weird.

As I went by the meat department, Mr. Garner stepped out front and pulled me behind the counter with him. He was burly and red faced as usual. His eyes were enthusiastic and his voice was eager. I didn't feel comfortable with him pulling me that close and being so secretive.

"I've got some news that you might like. I talked to the other men in the neighborhood last night, and when I told them about what you and your friend enjoyed doing, they said we could go as high as $100 each for you two at our stag party."

I began pulling away. "That won't make any difference, Marcus. I never want to be in a situation like that again."

"Eric, these are good guys. Come on." He paused a few seconds, then got a big grin. "Listen, tell you what - I will guarantee another $100 if I can do that 'meat check' thing like I did on you yesterday. The guys would go wild over that. They're always kidding me about being the head of the 'meat' department. They make jokes about me handling 'meat' all the time. How about it, Eric? It would really go over big, and I'd count it as a personal favor if you would."

I really wanted to ask him why a middle-aged man with a wife and five kids would go to something like that. But I held my tongue and said, "Sorry but that's something I'll never do again. You need to give up and find somebody else for your entertainment."

I got busy with my work. The store slowed down while customers were gone to church - it did that every Sunday - and I guess all of us relaxed. I went into the break room and found Mark and one of the cashiers there. He had been whispering to her as I walked in, and she looked at me in surprise.

"I wish I had gone to that game Friday night," she said. I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or what.

I glared at Mark who just grinned happily back. Then he dropped a bombshell, "Have you got a picture for me?"

"I'll bring it by later. It's in my locker" I lied.

"What's the picture about?" she asked.

"Nothing much" I said and turned to go. But before I could get away, Lloyd walked in.

"Lloyd" I said, "I thought you were off today."

He grinned in an evil way. "Told you I'd be here, didn't I?" Then after a dramatic pause he asked, "Got something for me?"

"Maybe. Come with me."

"No I rather stay here. Hand it over."

"What is it?" the girl asked, "another picture?"

That got Mark's brown eyes focused. Lloyd looked puzzled, then shook his head. But he still held out his hand. My problem was that both pictures were in my pocket. If I pulled out Mark's by mistake, he would know I had lied to him. If I pulled out Lloyd's, Mark might wonder why I carried one pic and not both. I let fate toss the coin and I pulled out one picture unseen. I handed it to Lloyd.

"Good one, Eric!" I relaxed. Then he said "I didn't know you were a shrimp lover."

He flashed it at Mark who burst out laughing.

Then without warning the door opened and Mr. Penser came in.

"There's too much noise in the break room." He glanced at me with a frown. "Eric, come by my office." With that the door closed and he was gone. But I hurried out after him before things could get any worse. The whole time I could feel my trousers rubbing my dick and I was afraid I was in for bone trouble again. As I went down the hall, I heard Mark calling after Lloyd, "Give me the picture! That belongs to me!" Caught up in my own worries, I couldn't have cared less.

Once in his office, he sat down but left me standing in front of his desk. "Eric, I know this is the last week of your training, but really you can't just pal around with the staff. You're readying yourself to be a supervisor, and the first rule is don't fraternize with those under you."

I was self conscious and instinctively I started to stuff my hands in my pockets. I caught myself but not before my hand started in there. When I touched myself I started to get hard. I jerked my hand out but Mr. Penser saw that and frowned.

"Eric, you are wearing underwear today, aren't you?"

I couldn't lie. "No sir."

"I thought I made it clear yesterday you were to wear underwear at all times here. Why aren't you wearing underwear?"

I had to think fast. "Sir, the washing machine broke and all my underwear was dirty. I thought it was better to go this way than to wear soiled underwear."

"Soiled?" He gave me a look of total distaste. He even scrunched his face at the thought.

I realized I had used the wrong word. Visions of skid marks or precum filled my brain. "I mean, I wanted to look and smell fresh."

"Do you have money on you?"

That threw me. "Sir?"

"The stores always open at noon on Sunday. I want you to go out at lunch and buy yourself a new pair of underwear. Put them on and come back and finish your day, and then find another washing machine to use tonight."

I started to go but he said, "Wait!" Looking over the top of his glasses, he said "I want underwear that keeps...um...er...your private parts contained. No boxers or anything like that. If nothing works, get an athletic supporter and wear that. I would have thought with all your athletic endeavors you would already have at least one of those. Do you see what I'm saying? Do you understand?"

I was about to say 'yes, sir' but he gave a final volley: "I want that thing contained." He seemed irked, pointing at my crotch and my embarrassing pole pushing out. "I want it in its place. And then I want you to keep your mind on your work and not all this playing around in the break room and the various departments. Understand?" He had raised his voice.

I left there red faced and humbled in the extreme, but not before he called after me "You see me after lunch and show me what you bought!"

I hoped for a little peace and quiet after that, but Ted was waiting out in the hall.

He came up real close, a puzzled look on his face. "What was that?"

When I told him, he acted like he was mad. "Damn him anyway. Oh well, I'll want to see what you bought too. But I don't know if I'll let you wear it."

"Ted, get lost. I don't want to lose my job. I have to do what he says."

I was getting ready to leave for lunch when I went to the bathroom. Before I got inside Ted came up and pushed in behind me.

"What?" I asked him. He had a funny look on his face. Then he pulled a blue pill out of his pants pocket and gave it to me.

"Swallow it."

"No." Actually I wouldn't want to take anything that had come out of that guy's pants pocket. "I don't know what it is but I sure can guess."

"If you take it, I won't hassle you about the underwear any more."

"You promise? Word of honor?" I didn't know how much honor Ted might have, but I thought I'd give it a try.

"Right. Just swallow it now." He reached down and fondled my softening erection.

I swallowed the pill and he said, "I've got a better plan."

"What's that?"

"Wait and see." He went out ahead of me.

I was worried where all this would end. But for now I was taking off for lunch and my required underwear purchase.

Unfortunately before lunch was over the pill had kicked in, and I was boned in the extreme. I kept my hand wrapped around it through the slit pocket, paid my bill, and hurried out. Stores were now opening and the crowds were apparent. I decided maybe a drug store would be the best place to buy a jock strap, so I found the nearest one and went in. "Bockstrop's Pharmacy" I muttered to myself, "what a name for a place to buy a jock strap."

It didn't take long to find the athletic section, and I chose a strap that had a thick waistband so that I was sure I could keep my erection in place. I didn't trust briefs to work, not with an erection as hard as this one was. I hoped it would go down soon. I remembered a commercial saying that if an erection lasted longer than four hours on the pill, one should go to the emergency room. I couldn't face doing that.

As I walked over to the cashier, I looked up and saw Kevin coming down the aisle. When he saw me he beamed.

"Eric! I thought after your public display Friday night you wouldn't want to show your face."

I hated his sarcasm. There were only two people in line ahead of me, otherwise I would have left and bought the thing somewhere else. They turned to look at me.

Kevin was my height, and we now faced each other up close. He reached out and tried to take the package out of my hand. I pulled back but my other hand was in my pocket holding my erection. He gave me a funny look. We were still struggling with the package.

"What's this? You're buying another jock strap? What happened, didn't the team give you yours back after they picked you up?"

As I pulled back, he saw the size marking and said "Hey! What's with the huge size? You got delusions of grandeur or something?"

I didn't want him running around the store with it and it was about to slip out of my hand, so I took my other hand out of my pocket and grabbed it back. Unfortunately that let my bone snap out, pushing my trousers out in a really obscene way. Kevin cracked up at that.

"Now I see why you want it. What's wrong with you man? Can't you control yourself?" He tried to reach for my pocket, but I backed away.

He was really enjoying this. Two ladies looked over, and the woman left in line ahead of me turned around again to see what was going on. I know I was red faced, and I put the package in front of my groin. But Kevin didn't let me go easily.

"Hey! Uncle Max! Come see this!" he shouted so everyone in the drugstore could hear. All I wanted to do was get to the cash register and pay and get out. You'd think that would be simple.

A big man as tall as Kevin came over. He had a slight frown.

"What do you want? You're being way too loud in here."

"Look what he's got." Kevin was totally gleeful. He grabbed for the package again, and we began a tug of war.

His uncle put his hands on both our shoulders and said "Stop acting like teenagers. Come in the office NOW."

This had certainly been my day for people telling me to come in their office NOW.

Once inside, Kevin introduced us. Uncle Max looked me up and down, with a sort of smirk.

"Is this the fellow who gave you so much grief in high school?"

Kevin nodded. I started to protest but Max held up his hand.

"Well if he though he could ridicule you for being small, let's see what he's got here."

"What?" I was shocked. It was obvious my erection was sticking out, even with me holding the package in front.

"Drop your pants." His voice was sharp. Kevin's green eyes glowed.

He reached out and forcibly took the package. Looking at it, he said "This size won't fit. Here drop your pants and we'll see."

"That's ok, I'll just go," I said.

"You don't have a choice" Max Bockstrop said, his voice hard. "You take one step to go and I'll call security and say you were shoplifting. Then I will call the police. Your store wouldn't want someone in your position with an arrest record, would they?"

I looked at him in disbelief. Kevin had a look of triumph. "Now you'll pay for what you did to me."

"What I did to you? I threw your pants out the window and ran out. And then later I ragged you about dick size. What's with all this revenge?"

"Never mind."

But then his Uncle Max spoke up, directing his orders this time to Kevin. "Tell him what happened after that."

Kevin hesitated, then said "Ok, but nobody but us knows this. That was the day a senior came in and found me. He was willing to go get my clothes but first I had to do something for him."

Kevin stopped. Obviously it was going to be hard for him to say whatever it was. His Uncle Max took this pause to order me to strip. Reluctantly I complied. My dick looked enormous.

Kevin took a deep breath and went on. "He made me kiss his dick."

"What?" I couldn't believe it. "Who was it?"

"Elwood Johnson."

"Turkey? Turkey Johnson? That jerk?"

"Yes."

"Did you report it?"

Max spoke up. "He really couldn't tell his folks. He told me. We decided to let it go, but we hadn't counted on you constantly reminding him about losing his clothes. I decided some day you'd pay."

"Me? It was Turkey, not me."

"Well Eric", Max said, "sometimes we just go with what we've got. For you, today is payback time."

I was stunned. All this time and all this anger from Kevin and somehow he thought I was responsible. I was naked now except for shoes and socks.

Kevin scooped up my clothes, and Max said "Do with them what he did with your stuff."

"It was only his pants and underwear-" I started to say but he shut me up real quick.

"Take them across the street and wait for a call from me" Max told him.

Kevin seemed puzzled, but he did what his uncle wanted. When we were alone, Max said "Do you want to go get your clothes now?"

"Not naked and hard I don't."

Max grinned. "That's what I thought. Now I could go get them, or I could call Kevin to bring them back. Would you like that?"

"Yes, sir" I said, trying to be as nice as I could.

"I can do that. But you'd have to do something for me first."

"What's that?" I asked, with a feeling of doom gathering.

"The same thing the senior made my nephew do."

He looked at me, then slowly started unzipping his fly.

I shook my head and backed away. He stepped closer. "Either suck it, or go out naked. Your choice. Remember your actions caused all this in the first place."

"Suck it? But Kevin said he only had to kiss it."

"Yes but Kevin was only 13. But I'm not a mean man. Do some kissing and we can decide where we go from there. Otherwise I can call Kevin and we can throw you out in the alley and let you run across the street to get your clothes. Unless of course some street person has decided he needs a new outfit and your stuff is gone."

This was gross. I hadn't ever sucked anybody and I didn't want to start now, especially with somebody's uncle. He had unzipped his fly. I looked at the dark blue trousers and the gaping fly.

"Well?"

"How about you and I go find Turkey Johnson now? I bet I can find him even after all this time. We can make him pay for what he did."

"Eric, you're here now. Forget Turkey Johnson. Will you get started?"

I let out a deep sigh. "I'll do it. Just kissing, right? Just a quick kiss?"

"We'll see." He reached in and pulled it out. It was big. "Now kneel down and get started."

I had never smelled a dick up close, or really not at all, and I knelt down and moved in. I gave it a little peck with my lips. I shuddered but it wasn't as bad as I expected. I mean I wouldn't have minded if it was Yancy, or maybe somebody on the team, but I mean this man, this adult, this big middle-aged guy...

"Get started. That wasn't a real kiss. I want some tongue on it."

I tried again. It was warm, and he was cut like me, so I knew what to expect from the head. Finally I opened my mouth really wide, and stuck out my tongue, and he began sliding that thing in. It started getting harder when he did that, and suddenly I found myself with a mouth full of dick.

It took me by surprise and I gagged and pulled back and thought I was going to throw up. He looked down at me. He had features like Kevin's, but older. I wished he was as small in the meat department as Kevin was. It would be a whole lot easier to do this. I felt really weird.

"Giving up? Want me to call Kevin back?"

"No! I'll try."

"You'll have to do better than that."

I opened my mouth and steeled myself. I took it in on my tongue and sort of swished. It had the feeling of something spongy even though it was also getting harder. I guess he liked what I was doing because he started patting my head or rubbing it. I never had a guy do that to me before. It was strange.

"Look up at me" he said.

I stopped and pulled back, looking up.

"No! I don't mean you should stop, idiot. I mean keep looking up at me while you blow me."

"I thought I only had to kiss it and I've done that."

He looked so mad I thought he was going to hit me. Then he grabbed his cell. "That's all. That's totally it. I'll tell Kevin to leave your stuff there and come back and we'll take you out in the alley. I'm through."

I panicked. "No! Wait! Hey please wait! I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"What you want."

"You'll have to say it."

"I'll blow you."

"Are you sure this time? No more bull shit?"

Man I hated this, but I nodded. That thing was huge close up, although I think nowhere near the size of mine.

"No teeth this time."

I didn't know what the man expected, I mean this was my first time. Anyhow I started in - again - and he kept giving me tips and pointers like it was some damn course I was taking. I could hate this guy real easy.

From the sounds he was making and the way he picked up speed, I knew things would finish soon. Then suddenly it was like the whole thing grew big time in my mouth, and then stuff was pouring out. He pushed my head into his pubes and wouldn't let me pull off and he started hollering "Swallow, damn it, swallow!" My mouth was full and the stuff was still coming and then he pinched my nose so I couldn't breathe. I had to swallow to get my breath. It seemed like I swallowed forever.

Finally I just sort of collapsed on the floor, gasping for air. Stuff was coming out of my nose but he gave me some Kleenexes and I got stuff cleared. Then he looked at me and shook his head.

"That thing of yours isn't going to come down until you do something about it. And that jock strap won't hold that bone pointing down, and if it's pointed up the head'll be above the waistband, so you need to get it soft. You want to do that now?"

"Huh?"

He looked at me like I was an idiot. "I mean do you want to hurry up and jack off so it will go down?"

"Ok but where can I go? Can I use the bathroom?"

"Hell no, you'll do it here and now. In fact as a bonus I'll call Kevin back."

I started to say no, but he was speed dialing Kevin already. When he put the phone down he said "One last thing before Kevin comes back. What happened here today is strictly between you and me. If Kevin ever asks, all that happened was that I gave you such a talking to that you were humiliated. If you ever need to, you can say I made you kiss it, but never tell him or anyone what you did for me. That's between us."

I nodded.

Then he gave me a strange almost evil grin. "You need some practice on your blowjobs. I can give you some lessons some time."

I shook my head. He was disgusting. But then he went on, "Just remember, I did something to you nobody else had done. And I planted my seed in your belly. Nothing can ever take that away."

I felt a cold chill. Then Kevin came back in, grinning and carrying my clothes.

"I see he's still hard." Kevin seemed delighted with that. Then he said like it was a great discovery, "What happened, did somebody give you a Viagra?"

I was so surprised I guess he could tell it was true. He cackled.

"Well," said his uncle, "in that case Eric's made a good decision. He's going to jack off for us before he goes. In fact he said we could watch."

Kevin shot his uncle a glance that was like a message. I wondered what stuff went on between them.

I was standing there waiting. They both looked at me. "Get started" his uncle said.

I knelt down. Any other time I might have had trouble getting started, but the pill had me so aroused I couldn't stand it. I started in and before I knew it I was shooting off all over the place. I tried to catch it in the tissues his uncle had given me, but even so there was a lot left over. I was stopping when his uncle said "Keep working that stuff out. It's not all out yet. If you leave it in there, the Viagra will just get you hard again right away."

I pulled on the head and tried to clear the channel. It was getting tender to the touch and I sort of shivered when I had to keep trying to clear it.

Finally he said "That's enough. It's clear now."

After that Kevin handed me my clothes. His eyes showed how good my humiliation made him feel. His uncle gave me the jock strap. "Here, with the compliments of the store." Then giving me a look right in the eye he said "You did a good job." I wondered if Kevin knew what that implied.

My dick still hadn't gone completely soft, but it was way down from what it had been. Nevertheless I decided to point it up, and it fit nicely although the underside of the head rested in the wide waistband. I wondered if I moved around a lot if it would make me get hard.

I left and got in my car. The first thing I did was open the glove compartment and grab the expensive mouth wash I kept in there from back when Rita and I were dating. I rinsed my mouth several times before I felt like the taste of cum was gone. Then I headed back to work.

(End of Chapter Four)

Eric's Sunday is only halfway over. What lies ahead? What's the deal with Kevin and his Uncle Max? Is there more to Scott Moss than what we've seen? Are Eric and Yancy ready for a relationship, and if so, will guys like Ted or Robby let them have one? Comments and reactions are always appreciated. - Bart384@yahoo.com