Chapter Six - Bad News Mondays
I used to wake up and be glad it was Monday. The start of a new week meant one less week until my probationary period as an Assistant Manager was over. Now instead I looked at the clock and out of the blue remembered a phrase from my school days, "It's bad news Mondays." I wondered why that came to mind and then it hit me. Turkey! Turkey Johnson used to say that as he walked into school on Mondays.
And then I remembered recent things like yesterday with Kevin and his Uncle Max and all that stuff about Turkey. I felt sick. I mean I was sick at what they made me do yesterday. I guess too I was sorry for Kevin's bad time long ago, but that couldn't be helped. Just because I got his pants off and he had to bargain to get some clothes back, that wasn't my fault.
But yesterday was Kevin's fault and his uncle's too. I decided in the calm light of morning that his uncle was either a creep or some sort of tyrant who liked humiliating guys. I felt dumb that they let me get in that situation where I got conned into blowing Max and then jacking off in front of him and Kevin. If that damn pill hadn't been driving me crazy, I would never have been in that situation.
I got up and saw I had my usual morning bone. Then I remembered Mark saying he wanted a picture of me jerking off. Well I wasn't going to do that for him, but I guess I could take a picture of my erection and let him be content with that. Then I could beat off and get ready to go to work.
I did the pic the easiest way possible: dropping my boxers to my ankles, I pointed my camera down from my chest and got a nice one of my hard dick. It looked good. Actually I was sort of proud of it, and could be even prouder if it just wasn't so big. I mean I like it big but it gets awkward and like my dad said and later Rita agreed, a girl isn't going to want something that size poked into her. I guess it was just as well that she and I broke up.
Anyhow I decided to sit on the edge of my bed and really whack away for a few minutes. It was a good jack until crazy images started running through my mind. I suddenly thought of the Afghan woman and the hollow glass tube. What was weird was that now it seemed sort of exciting. And then I thought of getting even with Kevin and what I could make him do or do to him, and then I thought of Yancy and me and how great it was when he blew me. By the time I shot, my mind had been like a movie that was running out of control. But still it was a really good shot. I always got a bang out of the amount of cum I could shoot.
I dressed, putting on the jock strap I bought yesterday. I was tempted to put on boxers but knew if I got hard it would show and I didn't want to risk anything this close to the end of my probationary period. Then I slipped into the same pair of trousers with the slit pocket, glad that I had washed them last night before going to bed. I felt good inside that jock, and found the slit pocket was sort of handy, as I could reach in and adjust myself if I was pinched or tight or stuff like that.
Thinking things over as I drove to work, I decided I wanted to talk to Paul Jeffries today. As the oldest one on the team at 28, and a married man with children, he would be in a position to tell me what he thinks of my situation.
Mr. Penser usually comes in about midmorning on Mondays, so I went by the meat department first because he had left a note for me to check with Garner. He had been told there was some sort of problem with the meat shipments and he wanted me to find out what it was.
As I stepped behind the counter, Marcus Garner greeted me with a grin. I knew by now to beware his grins, but before I could evade him he slipped his hand in my pocket. He had a fat hand and I jumped when it went in. It was on my pouch immediately and he started rubbing there. He kept his hand flat while he did that. He wasn't trying to feel me up or anything, he was just deliberately trying to either embarrass me or get me hard...or both. I flinched and tried to back off.
"What's up, Eric? Is your strap holding you in ok today?"
"Cut it out, Garner." I couldn't pull away. His beefy hand was so big I couldn't get away from it. He speeded up his rubbing.
"Have you thought about my offer for your appearance at out stag event Friday night? Doing the 'meat man' routine like I mentioned yesterday? I'll pay extra, remember. Give me an answer soon, ok?"
Before I could tell him to go away, I saw Mark coming by to open the seafood section. With his supervisor out sick, a lot was up to him now. He stopped when he saw us. Suddenly he was all brown-eyed and grinning.
"What's up, Marcus? Is this a new fun thing with Eric?"
Marcus pulled his hand out right away. Of course he had gotten the result he wanted. "Just checking his new underwear. He's finally got a way to contain that monster."
Mark stuck his hand in and felt the pouch. He grinned when he realized how hard I was. He also rubbed around while I tried to escape. But Marcus' arm was around me, holding me still.
"Hey Eric, give Mark his turn too. As much as you've got there, you don't have to ration it." Marcus seemed to enjoy this almost as much as Mark.
"Where'd that thing come from?" Mark asked. He meant the jock strap obviously, but his eyes gleamed at his double meaning.
"Mr. Penser made me go buy it yesterday. He commanded I wear it every day."
Mark laughed at the word 'commanded'. I was worried about myself because I was feeling really horned, and yet I had shot off less than an hour ago. Plus the fact that Mark wouldn't stop.
"Hey what about my picture?" he asked as he worked away inside my trousers.
Marcus Garner let go of me and I pulled away as he asked us, "What picture?"
"Never mind " I said, trying to get away.
"Well what about my offer?" he then countered.
"What offer?" Mark asked.
"Never mind" I told Mark.
"Damn" Garner grumbled, "nobody ever tells anybody nothing any more."
Mark and I headed over to seafood so we could talk while he opened the department for the day. It was only then that I realized I hadn't asked Marcus Garner about the meat. It meant I'd have to talk to him later and go through some crap like that again. Damn!
"Got a picture for me?" Mark had that sneaky grin, like a little kid who's up to something. He gives you that brown eyed look and then he zaps you with something when you least expect it. I handed it over to him.
He frowned. "That's not what I asked for."
"Right, Mark, but it's still a great pic."
"But not what I wanted. My little brother saw some of the pictures from Friday night, and he went ape shit over you. As a special treat I told him I'd get him one of his own."
I always felt Mark was weird, but this was getting even worse. I had wondered if he was gay, but now it made me think he would like to be one of those porn film guys, making dirty movies.
"Why would you want me to pose jacking off and give it to him?"
"He's really interested in that kind of stuff. Honest. I mean he's turning 14 and ever since he hit puberty, he's always asking me about dick sizes and what's normal and all that."
I looked at Mark. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Mark, what are you, a one man sex expert? What kind of number are you doing on your brother?"
Mark suddenly got dead serious. "He said guys at school laugh at him because theirs is still small. He thinks his is too big. I figured a picture of you with that monster ought to quiet him down."
It was the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. "What are you really after, anyway?"
"I want to get you to give me a blow job."
"There's no way in hell I'm doing that."
"Don't be too sure" Mark replied. "If you want to get off probation, you don't want any pictures from Friday night showing up."
"If it came to that, I'd quit before I do that."
"A guy might find he needed to do a lot of things he never thought he would. Like give me a blow job while my brother watches."
"That's insane."
Mark burst out laughing. "If you could see the look on your face..."
"Cut it out, Mark."
"Well will you at least meet my little brother? If you could convince him that size isn't important, and if he knows how big yours is, he'd feel better. And then if he could see yours, or have a picture of yours..."
"Mark, you better watch that stuff. If anybody especially your folks caught you giving him pictures of guys' dicks, you'd be in serious trouble."
"Nobody would know."
"Right, Mark," I said sarcastically, then explained, "More people have gotten shafted by believing that line than you could ever imagine."
Mark gave me his most serious look. In a quiet but sad voice he said "He's got a bone disease thing and he might not be around long enough to grow up. I'm trying to help him in any way I can."
"I'm sorry. However I won't do any of those things you asked."
"Well please think it over. I really think it would help him. And like I say, he's really bad off with this disease."
"Ok. And if I think it over, and I'm not saying I will, what do I get?"
"No more poses or pictures. I'll destroy any I have. I will not hassle you any more except maybe just kidding around like putting my hand in your pocket."
"Not even that, Mark."
"Eric, heck, I can't give up everything. You're fun to mess with. And I really like grabbing that thing of yours. That would be almost too hard for me to stop."
"Yes and messing around like that could cost me my promotion and maybe my job." I wondered if he had any idea serious life could be. At the same time I was sort of flattered that Mark enjoyed kidding around with me.
Mark sighed. "Well, if I have to I guess I will quit all of it." He was silent a minute, the he said "But maybe one last time".
We were behind the counter and no customers were around, and quick as a flash he was in my pocket grabbing my dick for all he was worth.
I had just about had it with him, so I grabbed him between the legs and found he was totally boned rigid. He looked so surprised he didn't move for a second, and I started getting his pants undone. He immediately pulled out of my pocket and backed away, bending double to escape my fingers.
"I never expected that" he said, reaching up to smooth that reddish brown hair. He was flushed with embarrassment.
"Then stay out of my pocket from now on." But I realized that unfortunately I really enjoyed doing that to him. It worried me that I was beginning to enjoy the wrong stuff too much.
But I couldn't stand around here; I had to get on. Mr. Penser would be here before too long and I wanted to have the store looking good for him.
Marcus Garner and I got the meat question worked out, but before I left he pulled me aside and talked very quietly.
"Look, Eric, I'm in a bind about this Friday night. I kind of jumped the gun and told the guys about you and your friend, and they really went for it in a big way. If you two could come and do that, I'm now prepared to pay you each $150 for a performance. It would mean a lot to me, and it would be a favor I wouldn't forget."
I looked at him dumbfounded. What was wrong with this guy? I had told him 'no' over and over. There was no doubt I would never do it under any circumstances. He must have read my face,
"Look, Eric," he was leaning in close. (I don't know why lately everybody who wants to tell me something thinks he has to lean in so close.) "I can do a lot to help you with Mr. Penser. I can recommend you, I can smooth things out if he hears anything about your recent 'activities', I can really help. The time may come when you truly need that."
Before I could answer, a voice came on the intercom, "Manager needed at register one. Manager needed at register one." I took off in that direction without a word.
As I neared the checkout, I saw Megan waiting beside her register with a female customer. The customer, a slender blond, was holding something and had her back to me. Megan brightened when she saw me.
"Eric!" Megan seemed relieved. "We've got a problem."
The blond woman turned to face me. It was Gordon's companion from Friday night. In her hand she held a long cucumber.
"Oh" she said and then blushed.
I tried to be professional. "How may I help? What seems to be the problem?"
"My husband - well we're engaged so I call him that - he took this from the store and said the manager gave it to him."
I looked at the cucumber. I wondered where it had been and what it had gone through since Gordon left with it yesterday.
Megan was always conscientious. "I didn't know how to charge it, and Mr. Penser wasn't here. Normally we give a refund on returned items, but if he didn't pay for it -"
"That's ok, Megan. I'll handle it." I was so proud of myself. I took the cucumber and held it without thinking. Gwen started to giggle and then blushed.
"Just like Friday night" she said.
I turned beet red. "There's no need to pay, Gwen". I was glad I remembered her name. "Gordon really was given this by our store manager. You can keep it with our compliments."
She gave me a mischievous look. "Then will you autograph it for me? I know Gordon would like that."
From the look in her eyes, I knew she was deliberately doing that. "Oh...ah...um we don't normally do that."
"As a favor, please?" She looked so pleadingly at me, but then she gave me a mischievous grin.
I turned to Megan. "Do you have a black marker?"
She did, and I signed my name. Gwen looked at it. "Eric. That's a nice name. Eric Tucker. Very nice, Eric. Thanks." With that she headed out the door.
Megan smiled at me. "Thanks."
"It takes all kinds" I said.
"Can I ask you something?" Megan was a good employee, and she seldom asked personal questions, but I felt like this was going to be an exception.
"Sure. Shoot."
"What was the joke about the cucumber?"
"Joke?"
"She kept acting like you two knew something nobody else did."
I shifted my feet. "No, we just -" I didn't know how to go on .
"Does it have anything to do with the game Friday night? I keep hearing odd things about that."
"Well, sort of. It's a long story." Then, to change the subject, I asked, "Is Paul in this morning?"
"Paul Jeffries? Yes. He just went by a few minutes ago. He's probably in that billing room where he stays."
Paul was sort of our multipurpose business/bookkeeper/comptroller sort of person.
Paul greeted me and listened patiently as I explained my worries about the way some of the team were treating me now. I told him my probationary period would end Saturday and I didn't want anything to derail that at the last minute.
Paul smiled. "Eric, you worry too much. However it is certainly true that you need to have a nicer attitude with other people. Do you realize you go around correcting everybody way too much?"
"No I don't."
"See what I mean?"
"Well lately everybody has ganged up on me."
"You're the one who made the bet on the game, and you berated us all season long. Plus in your job here you seem to go out of your way to try to find fault in what people are doing."
"That's because they're not working, they're loafing about half the time."
"See what I mean about fault finding?"
"What do you suggest?" I doubted he would have anything valuable to offer since they all seemed set against me.
"Why not compliment people? As I passed through the store I saw Megan helping a customer. She does a lot of things that promote goodwill. And it's not just because it's in her job description, but because she likes people. Do you ever compliment her or tell her what a good job she does?"
I realized he was probably right. But that only made me feel worse.
Seeing how dejected I was, he said "I may be able to help, but I'd like to have a favor from you. I mean as long as you're in this mess and have to do things to work your way out, I'd like you to think about something."
"What's that?" I asked, not sure what might be ahead.
"I'd like you to reconsider Marcus's offer about the stag dinner Friday night. The guys would love to see you two."
For just an instant, the world stood still. I was in shock. I knew Garner was sort of a sleaze, but Paul was so upright, so squeaky clean, so respectable. I couldn't believe he'd be part of a group who did stuff when their wives were busy elsewhere.
"You look shocked, Eric."
"I didn't think you'd do stuff like that. I mean I didn't think you'd want to see two guys doing stuff. I mean you've got a wife and kids. You're almost 30. You shouldn't want to -"
I stopped before I got himself in deeper.
Paul wasn't smiling now. "And just what exactly are you saying?"
I knew I was really in it now. We both had been seated but he got up and now stood towering over me. I couldn't think of what to say.
"How do you think you and that boy looked Friday night, doing those things to each other? It was hot. All you have to do is that. And maybe the guys will ask for something else, but you'll be well paid beyond your fee if they do. Our group has a vow that we never tell what goes on at our monthly gatherings. We're a tight knit group. When you see us you'll be surprised how important a couple of our members are. Additionally none of us has ever been arrested for anything. We lead exemplary lives. We have families and we would never do anything to bring shame on them."
Pausing as if reflecting, he went on, "When you aren't that young any more, you get to appreciate what young guys have and how much they enjoy their sexuality. Once you're married, your sex drive tends to die. Somebody said that nothing kills your sex drive like marriage. So when we're together, we like to remember. We like to see people who still can have the kind of sexual freedom you two had."
He sighed, and it sounded like he was remembering something special. Then he concluded, "If your really want to get out of here, want to get Mr. Penser's approval and recommendation, I think you are going to need all the friends you can get. We'll protect you, all of us here, but you need to do something for us too."
"Are other guys from the store in your group?"
"Just Marcus Garner. It's a mixed group. One guy is a bank president, another runs a pharmacy, one is a traveling salesman. We come from all walks of life. But we are a small group. It's not a big rowdy crowd."
I turned to go. "Just remember, Eric, you need to keep people happy. Right?" He patted me on the back as I went out. But none the less I left feeling worse than ever.
And I wasn't made to feel any easier when Ted came up, pulled me aside, and tried to give me another of those blue pills.
"Here." I think Ted used his height to intimidate people. That and his muscles and arms. Plus those damned white teeth that were so much better than anybody else's. His blue eyes bore into me. He looked around hurriedly to make sure no one would see us.
I stood my ground. "No. I won't take it."
He leaned in close and I swear I think he tried to go up on his toes to look bigger. "You better." He had big hands and they were close to my face, holding the pill. I tried one last bluff.
"Why don't we just go to Mr. Penser's office now and show him what you've got on you? If you don't have a prescription for that, then it's a crime. And even if you do have, giving it to another person is a crime too."
I may be 20 and him 21, but he did a double take and caught his breath. Ted's about an inch taller than me and I doubt I could really drag him anywhere seeing how toned he is. Both of us would probably get suspended or fired, but I had to stop him before he did stuff that could totally destroy my future.
Pushing back his sandy hair. he tried to stare me down. "I don't think you'll go through with it, Eric, and even if you tried I don't think you could get away with that. I think it's a bluff."
"Either way, I'm not taking that pill."
It was like he went into sleep mode for just an instant, then he turned on his heel to go. "Ok but watch what you say and do around here. The staff isn't going to take much more off you without going to Penser. Besides, since you don't want the pill, I just might have something better in mind for you."
He flashed me his usual white teeth grin and walked off. I went about my duties but I felt sort of sick. Things weren't helped when I got a call from Yancy.
"Eric, can I come see you this morning? Something's come up and I'm worried."
"Well they don't like us to have visitors at work. How about I meet you somewhere for lunch?"
"Ok, I'm not scheduled to work today. I need to get out of the house and I want to talk to you. I think I'm in trouble."
"Let's meet at the China Buffet at the Westside Mall. Can you get there ok?"
"Sure. What public transportation can't get me to, my own two legs can." I was glad he made a little joke. Maybe his problem wasn't so bad after all. But I sympathized with him that without a car, life was a real hassle.
I went by Mr. Penser's office and was glad to see he was in. I now felt safer on the days when he was around a lot.
"'Oh Eric, glad you stopped by. There are several new things on the schedule this week."
I nodded, waiting. He looked among his notes, fumbled a little, and then looked up smiling.
"Ah yes, here they are. On Saturday there will be a community fundraiser car wash at the street end of our lot. I want you to take charge and see that everything is done in the proper way."
"Who will be washing the cars?"
"Various teenagers from neighborhood groups or churches. Some college students home for summer may join in. But make sure nothing gets out of control."
That could be a tall order. "Yes, sir." I waited a moment and then added, "Saturday is the day my probationary period comes to an end, right?"
He seemed distracted, then looked up and frowned. "Eric, we're dealing with the store's schedule, not your schedule. But yes, you are right. I should have gotten the evaluations back by then."
"Evaluations, sir? What evaluations?"
"Eric, I'll never get through this list if you keep interrupting. Now the next thing is that there's a big seafood promotion coming up shortly. Stores in the area are combining to feature displays of Gulf Coast seafood, now that the oil spill is over. We're going in with our rivals, Bunker's Supermarket for a joint display."
That wasn't good news. That meant Kevin, Rico, and that bunch from Friday night.
"Malcolm in seafood will have surgery shortly, so I'm expanding Mark's hours."
"Mark?" I was sorry to hear that.
"Mark Harper and someone from Bunker's will work together on this, but I'm assigning you to coordinate with them. I'll get you the name of their person soon. Just remember that the good name of the store is involved. I don't want any problems. Do you understand?"
I knew that meant not only that Mark would be around the store more often, but I'd have to be seeing more of him. All that stuff about his brother from this morning began to bother me again. But I didn't have time to think of that because Mr. Penser went on, typically changing subjects abruptly.
"You're...um...ah wearing the jockey strap as I ordered, aren't you?"
"Yes sir." That kind of question was really humiliating. It made me feel like I was a child.
"Good. And no problems?" He looked up, adjusted his glasses, and stared at my crotch. I thought to myself 'is this what it's finally come down to, people thinking of me as a freak and they all want to see what's going on between my legs?'
I cleared my throat. "No sir, no problems."
"Good. Make sure it stays that way. And now I need to get the evaluation forms ready to pass out to the employees. It's something new the company has started doing before they make someone an assistant manager. They want feedback from all those who have worked with you. Things like your leadership, your supervisory ability, your knowledge of the staff as real people and not just faceless drones."
I sighed. I knew I would have to convince Yancy to go with me to the Friday night stag thing. I was going to need everybody's support to get approved by Penser, and if I made Paul or Marcus mad, it could go bad for me.
My lunch break finally came, and I was glad to get over to the China Buffet. They have a good lunch menu and it's affordable. I saw Yancy waiting, so we grabbed food and sat down away from the others.
"What's the problem, Yancy?"
He looked frightened. "One of the two boys that saw us Saturday night in your car is threatening to tell my mom."
My first thought was that since I hadn't done anything wrong it wasn't really my problem. After all, it was Yancy who went down on me. I didn't ask for a blow job.
"Would he actually do that? And would she believe him?"
"It would be a disaster. My aunt and uncle are members of a fundamentalist church like the one out in Kansas that has signs saying 'God hates Fags' and 'God kills Queers.' They would throw me out and probably would make my mother move too. We'd have nowhere to go."
I guess I had never known someone who seemed to be so utterly alone in the world as he was. I really did feel sorry for him. I knew I had to help him somehow.
"How about this? Go to your mother and report the neighbor boy as telling stories about people in the neighborhood. You can act shocked that he would try to say something about you. Tell her it's too embarrassing to even say out loud. Would she go for that?"
He seemed to think it over. But what I really wanted to ask was why he did that in the first place. I mean I enjoyed it...a lot, but still why doesn't he just admit he's gay?
"Yancy, have you thought you might be gay?"
"I just can't be. If I was, it'd kill my mother. And like I say, we'd have to move out."
I mulled that over before I said, "Look, how about this? I could meet with you and that guy and I could threaten to beat the hell out of him."
He looked really uneasy. "Um...well, it's like this. He wants to see us together. He says if we'll do something for him, he'll forget about it."
I felt sure I had heard that one before. My caution light came on and my mind registered tilt. But it would give me the chance to scare the kid at least.
"What's this guy's name?"
"Tyler Tew. He's 12 but a big 12. I mean he's big for his age...in certain ways I guess."
"Is he a friend of yours?"
"It's complicated."
That worried me even more. It was like stuff was going on and nobody would tell me the full story. I wondered what I might be wandering into. Plus the very fact of my going to meet this kid would imply I was somehow involved and responsible.
But in the long run I wanted to help Yancy, and like I kept saying, I felt sorry for him. So I said, "Ok, how about if I come by after work?"
He looked relieved and scared at the same time.
We set a time and he said he'd get hold of the guy. We decided to meet down the block, the same place where he had seen Yancy blowing me.
Then I had a sudden thought. "Has this Tyler seen you doing anything else he could tell your mom about?"
Yancy paused a second, then said "Not really."
Once again my brain said 'tilt.' 'Not really' usually means 'yes but not in the way you mean' or 'yes but not very often.' My problem now was to decide which it meant.
"Yancy, if he's got other stuff on you, it's better to come clean now."
"No, honest, he said if we'd meet him this would be all we had to do and he would never tell what he saw."
"Wasn't somebody with him?"
"Yeah, but he can keep that guy quiet. Anyhow that guy is younger. Tyler's the one who understood what he saw."
I was satisfied, and we finished our lunch in silence. After that I headed back to work. I had not brought up the Friday night thing, but I thought I'd talk to Paul again before I tried to get Yancy involved.
I went back by Paul's office as soon as I got back.
"What's up, Eric?"
"I talked to Yancy at lunch. He won't do it. There's no real way to force him, and I don't want to do it either." That of course was a lie, but maybe I could bluff well enough to get Yancy off the hook. "Paul, can't you get me out of this?"
He seemed to think it over for a moment. Then he said, "Wait here" and left the office. I sat down and wondered what he was up to. When he came back, he had Garner with him. I figured Lloyd was probably running the meat department while Garner was with Paul.
"The maintenance room is empty. We'll go back there" Paul said, leading me out. I didn't know what was up, but I figured my hesitancy about the stag dinner was what was causing this.
He walked ahead and Garner came up on my right side. Just as we went past produce with Robby watching, Garner jammed his hand down into my slit pocket and grabbed me, rubbing violently.
I made a noise and twisted while Robby watched and grinned. The trouble is that once somebody gets his hand down there, you can't pull far enough away to get good leverage to pull their hand out. And Marcus definitely didn't want to pull his hand out.
"Paul" I said urgently since customers would easily see us.
Paul turned , saw what was going on, and then smirked. "Eric, it's always something with you, isn't it? Never satisfied."
He then shot Marcus a look and Marcus withdrew his hand. Robby turned back to work on the produce.
They took me into the maintenance room where all the a/c stuff and electrical things were. It was always warmer than the rest of the store winter or summer. There was a wooden table with a shellacked look, the kind you used to see in school libraries, and two beaten up wooden chairs.
The two of them folded their arms across their chests and looked at me.
I was clearly at a disadvantage here. "Look, guys-" I began but before I could say anything else, they both said at the same time, "Strip."
I started to protest but Marcus ran a beefy hand through his black Italian hair and said "You can do it for us, or you can do it with some of the guys on duty watching too. Which will it be?"
"I can go get Ted," Paul said. HH He made a move toward the door, and I started unbuttoning my shirt.
"Up on the table" Paul added. Marcus' eyes gleamed.
I climbed up on the table, fleeing really awkward. I started to sit on the edge, but Paul said "Stand."
Marcus looked at him appreciatively. "Like a show. Yes. I see." Turning to Paul he said "This'll get him ready for Friday night, right? He can see what it's like."
When it came time to take off my shoes and socks so I could get my trousers off, they laughed as I hopped around not wanting to lose my balance.
"The guys will love this!" Marcus chortled.
I wanted to tell him that wasn't why we were here, but a stern look from Paul made me keep quiet.
I never had any trouble getting out of my jockstrap after football practice, but I seemed to now up on the table. Maybe it was because they were looking at me so intently, or maybe I was embarrassed to be the only one not wearing clothes. I finally pulled it down, but it was a stretch.
"Tight fit?" Marcus asked cheerily.
"Needed to be to keep that thing of his in place. It must be extra firm or whatever they call it these days." Paul nodded at Marcus and he agreed.
"Twirl it" Paul said.
I looked shocked. "Twirl what?"
"What do you think?" Paul suddenly seemed to lose patience. "I'll just go get Ted and Mark. Maybe that will speed him up and increase his cooperation.
I panicked. "No. Please, no. I'll...do whatever you say. Don't bring them in here too." I started twirling it on my index finger, and did a sort of bump and grind (or what I imagined one would be).
Marcus laughed. "Paul, I should have had you with me when I first asked him about performing at our stag dinner. You know how to get results out of him."
"Thanks" Paul said, then added, "now shake that ass."
Marcus really enjoyed that, so much that he came over and began to rub my butt. "He's got a really strong ass. Good butt muscles."
"You want to check that hole and see how tight it is?"
Marcus flushed. "Well I would have to get a plastic glove from the department, or you'd have to grab a couple of bottles of enema lube. Either way it could get messy."
I was still slightly moving, and Marcus had taken his hands off my butt. Paul came over.
"Eric, spread your cheeks. I want to see that hole."
I was surprised Paul would be that specific. I spread my cheeks, and at that moment Marcus got paged. I could feel Paul's breath on my hole.
"I got to go" Marcus said. "But this is just what we want for Friday."
When he had gone, Paul told me to turn around and sit down. So I sat on the edge of the table. Paul put his hand on my shoulder. Then he lowered his voice to a confidential tone.
"I'm going to tell you a secret nobody knows."
I looked at him. His hand dropped down to my left nipple. He sort of brushed it absently. I was surprised how sensitive it was. I caught my breath. He looked me in the eye, then began to really brush it.
"Even if Penser should decide to drop you, I can save your job. I know something on him that nobody knows about."
He moved his hand over to the other nipple. I gasped again.
His eyes twinkled. "You like that, huh?"
My nipples were getting hard. I wouldn't have believed it was possible that quick. It was like lately my body was really getting turned on to new things.
"Eric?"
"Huh? Oh, yes I guess so. Lately stuff is happening and I don't always know what-"
He pulled me close to him, rubbing my shoulders and sliding his hands down my chest. "You have a great body. I miss the old days. I miss boy flesh."
I started to tell him I was 20 and I wasn't a boy, but I kept quiet. My dick was getting hard. He reached down and gently touched it. With his other hand he went back to my nipples.
"I like the way they stand up, don't you?" His breath was as hot as his actions. Then he leaned close and gently kissed them. It gave me the oddest feeling. I sort of wanted to rub myself all over. I didn't understand it.
Then holding me close and whispering in my ear, he said "If you do this stag show Friday night with your friend, I guarantee you will be approved as an assistant manager. I will call in a favor with Penser that I will never have the chance to use again, but I will do it for you. I only ask two things."
My voice was husky when I asked, "What are the two things?"
"One: that you do what the guys tell you to do between now and Saturday. Just put up with it, take what comes, and don't make waves. Don't go to Penser or something stupid like that. Two: that you and I see some more of each other some time."
I understood the first part. But I wondered if he meant he wanted us to have sex. What we did today felt really good, but I didn't think I wanted more than that.
"I completely agree to the first part, no matter what stuff they make me do or do to me. But I don't understand the second."
He leaned down and I saw he was headed for my erection. He kissed it on the head, then smiled at me. "Eric, I think you do."
I wanted to get out of there before my mind just exploded with all this stuff. Either I had gone crazy or the rest of the world had.
"I haven't had the chance to get Yancy to agree with Friday night's stag thing. I need to see him first."
"Ok, Eric." Paul now seemed his old self again, calm and distanced. "I'll help you off the table."
He put his arms out as I got down, and held me tight. My bone was pressed up against his trousers, probably smearing precum all over the front of them.
"Let me know what your friend says." Still holding me tight, he reached behind and patted me on the butt. I hate to admit it, but it felt good. I knew I had to get out of there.
(End of Chapter Six)
Mark seems to have a strange request for his younger brother. Marcus Garner doesn't want to let up on the meat offer. And Yancy's problem with his little friend may turn out to be more than Eric realizes. Finally, does Paul want Eric for the show, or for himself? Comments and reactions are always appreciated. - Bart384@yahoo.com