Part 3
We stood there in Larry's living room and I couldn't believe all that had happened tonight. First Kevin catching me jerking off, then Butch and Norton showing up to film me and Kevin doing stuff with him blowing me and me giving him a hand job, and then Larry coming along and acting like he was going to arrest us, and finally me and Kevin here at Larry's where he had just smeared this stuff on my dick and made me shoot off.
"Remember," Larry said, "if you try working your dick in any way, it will start itching like hell again, and I don't think you want to go through that any more." Turning to Kevin, he added, "I want him primed for the big show."
At that moment his cell phone rang. He turned away from us and went back into the bedroom. It was obviously a police call because the moment he answered, his voice sounded different: businesslike and respectful and almost military. He kept his voice hushed after that, and when he came back into the room a few minutes later he tossed Kevin the keys and told him to take my handcuffs off.
"I have to go out," he explained. "There's been a minor wreck and since one of the vehicles is a van from Channel 5, they want to make sure we look good and active. I can drop you two back at the school. This is probably only a fender bender, but you know how the news likes to make cops look bad."
Larry seemed proud of his job. Me, I was busy pulling my pants up and trying to keep my dick away from any friction with my clothes. Kevin watched me with great amusement, but I didn't know what he had to be so happy about. The time would come, I was sure, when he and I would have it out, in more ways than one.
"Come on, you guys. The big show will have to wait" Larry said as we dashed down the outside stairs.
"Where is the accident?" Kevin asked as we rode hurriedly through the night towards the school.
"Out on Glishom Road near the Interstate."
"Butch lives out that way. Did they say who was in the other car?"
"No, just that the media were there and I needed to get out there quick."
We jumped out hurriedly at the school and Larry took off. Typical Larry, he sounded his siren and flashed his lights once we were conveniently out of the car. He was the policeman on his way to investigate an accident. Big deal.
Once inside my car, Kevin said, "Let's go out there and see what happened. I know that area real good and we could watch the investigation."
I was fumbling in my pocket for the keys, and trying the best I could to keep from having my shorts rub against my dick. It was like almost anything would get it aroused and I didn't want that itching to start up again. I was sort of halfway wondering if I soaked in the tub when I got home, would that help get rid of the red spots and also take this horny feeling away?"
"Can't you find the keys, or are you just having fun in your pocket?" Kevin asked.
"Kevin, man, I am going to grab you by the balls the first chance I get. Of course I'm trying to get the keys out. If you had this stuff on your dick you'd know what I'm going through."
"I don't know why you'd be feeling horny. You've already shot off twice this evening. And who knows how many times earlier today?"
I had my keys, and I lunged for him, grabbing him between the legs while he tried to wiggle away. He pushed me with his hand, but I had that bone of his in my fingers and I held on tight. Although he was twisting and trying to get away, that thing of his was practically pulsing with energy.
"Your dick sure likes this," I told him.
"Leggo, man!"
I finally did, and he relaxed. Starting the engine, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed west under the dark August night.
We saw the lights before we reached the scene. A farm truck had apparently pulled out into the road at the same moment the TV van had rounded the bend. The farm truck, we discovered as we pulled up to the scene and got out, had tilted enough to spill produce all over the place. We could see Larry setting up flares and trying to take down information. Another police car came up while he was interviewing the driver of the truck.
There seemed to be just three TV people: the cameraman, the night reporter who usually covered local events, and the technician. I couldn't tell who had been driving. Then as I looked around I saw Butch and Norton. I was glad to see Norton still had his camera, since the video in it was what I wanted to get back.
I wondered if Norton had intended to take some shots of the scene and maybe sell it to the station. Obviously their own cameraman was not available to be filming since Larry was getting information from him.
I hoped Norton had sense enough to not use the same tape for these shots as the one with me on it earlier.
"Hey Kevin, there's your brother over there. Go see what you can find out about the tape
of us. We need to get that thing back."
"Right." He started off. I was surprised he didn't give me any smart comments, but I knew he had as much to worry about with the tape as I did. And who knows, after all this is over, maybe Kevin and I might find we have a lot in common.
The thought of Kevin made my dick twitch, and an old ache deep inside me let out an echo of unfulfilled things in the past. But I didn't have long to think about that stuff, because someone I had known from school was coming over.
Woodrow Bonner, from the time he hit puberty, was always known as Woody Boner. And if anyone ever deserved the name, he did. I don't think that bone of his ever went down. One summer at scout camp, it was said he beat off so much his spine stuck out. Back at school in the fall when the story got around, guys used to make him pull up his shirt in back so they could see for themselves.
There was nothing unusual about his dick; in fact it was pretty average, just a long pole with a knobby head on the end. Except for the head, it was the same long slender size from one end to the other. What made Woody's 'woody' so famous was that it never seemed to go soft, never seemed to relax, just always seemed to be there hard as hell and pushing against his pants.
Nothing could keep the damned thing down. He tried jockey shorts, but since he couldn't bend it, he had to point it up and the thing was like a pipe going up toward his belt. Obviously boxer shorts were a waste of time, but I have to admit he even tried those at first, until the length became unmanageable and in walking shorts with boxers his dick march straight out in front of him. A jock strap was useless.
But none of this ever seemed to bother Woody. And when a new teacher would call the roll and get to his name and ask if it's 'Bonner,' guys would shout out, "No sir, it's pronounced 'Boner'" and then add as an afterthought, "from the French."
"Woody," I greeted him, "what are you doing over this way?"
"I'm a trainee with the station. I'm learning how to be a technician's assistant."
I noticed he was wearing baggy clothing, and decided maybe that was necessary to keep his secret from standing out in his new job.
"Sounds great. So will it be permanent when you finish training?"
"I'll have to get at least two years at a technical school, but I can go over to Clarksdale at night and take the courses I'd need."
I was glad for Woody. It sounded like a job he was made for. But I changed the subject to ask, "Any problems with the accident? Anybody hurt?'
"No," he replied his hand unconsciously slipping down the front of his pants. I knew he was making sure his bone wasn't showing. "But you know who's investigating the accident? Larry Biggs. You remember him from school, the guy who was jerking off in the boy's bathroom?"
With Woody's reputation, I was surprised he would be laughing about Larry. But you never know.
"Yeah, I remember."
"You should have seen it, man. His eyes were bugging out and that damn dick was sending out spurts of cum, and with everybody gathering around him, he couldn't turn the thing off. He just stood there gasping and shuddering and that dick was bobbing up and down with every spurt. And when it was over, everybody applauded."
"You say I should have seen it? Woody, I was there. In fact I was the one who walked in on him by accident and hollered at you guys to come in and see."
Woody appeared crestfallen. "Oh. I forgot." His hand went down the front of his pants, and stayed there. I could see he was rubbing it against where his bone would be.
"You were too interested in his dick to notice who else was there."
Lost in thought, Woody nodded, and then suddenly realized what he had admitted. Snatching his hand away from his pants, he said "No. Wait. That wasn't what I meant."
I decided I needed to know Woody better. I didn't have time for much now, but since I was bigger than he was and since it was dark where we were standing, I stepped behind him and circled my arms around him. Pinning his arms to his sides, I reached down in front and found that mighty bone. Woody jumped like he had been shot.
"Hey! Hey! What - Stop that!" He was pushing against me but couldn't break free.
"You still have your famous bone, Woody. And it feels like it wants some action." I was rubbing my hand against his pants, and his bone was really responding.
It was as hard as I remembered it from two years ago when a bunch of us got him behind the gym and stripped him and held him down and we each took turns feeling that mighty dick. We had done it on a dare, because no one could believe that a real dick could stay up that much; we thought he was faking it with something artificial. And then with him buck naked and that dick right there, we could hardly quit working on it. I remembered how well it responded, and how when I went from wrapping my hand around it to working it with my finger tips, how it quivered and arched and seemed like a rocket trying to take off.
Returning to reality, I asked, "How long do you think I can keep this up before you shoot?"
"Hey Jason, don't man. That's mean. If I shot, I'd be all sticky inside and the front of my pants might show the stain, and when it started to get cold I'd be miserable."
"Sounds like it's happened to you before." I was still massaging, and his voice was getting husky.
"Later, man, later" Woody said. That sounded good enough for me, and I released my hold.
"I'll take you up on that," I said, thinking that it would be great to get Woody pinned down sometime and work that bone until it was drained dry, milk it until nothing was left, and see if it would go soft finally when I got through. That idea had great appeal to me, and I thought I could get Kevin to help me. At that moment, Kevin came up. Woody walked back to the van.
"Isn't that Woody?" he asked.
"How did you know him? He was ahead of you in school."
"Right. But I've seen his picture in old yearbooks, and I know his reputation."
"His reputation?" I asked innocently.
"Yeah. You know, why he's called Woody."
Yes, I thought, and you looked his picture up because that reputation of his turned you on. But aloud I said, "What did you find out?"
"Norton took the tape we want out of the camera and he's been using fresh tape to film things around the accident. Our tape is still in his car."
"And where's Butch?"
"He's still near the car. I couldn't get close to it." Kevin shifted slightly, leaning closer, and I could feel the warmth of his body. "You got any ideas?"
"I got a bunch of them, Kevin, but for now let's see if I can create a diversion and get Butch away from the car and you grab the tape and head back to my car.
Here are the keys. Once you're in the car, start the engine and when I come running, get ready to haul ass."
Kevin nodded and took off. I headed over to where Butch was standing. I figured the best ploy was to try something that would get his attention.
"Hey Butch, Larry's looking for you."
He looked up startled. "Huh? What's he want me for?"
"The tape you promised him."
"Well, I couldn't make a duplicated yet. I haven't even been back to my place. Norton and I have other things on our minds right now."
"Well, Larry said for me to bring you over." I reached over and took him by the shoulder.
He turned around and glared at me. "Keep your hands off me, Jason. I'll go to Larry when I'm good and ready."
I gave him a push, he pushed back, and suddenly we were tumbling on the ground. I grabbed him and rolled over, sending us far enough from the car that Kevin could get to it and get the tape. I heard the car door slam as we struggled.
This was such a good position on top of Butch, that I reached behind me and started getting his pants opened and worked down. That made him mad and he struggled even harder, cussing and all. Finally I had pushed his pants and shorts down to his knees, and as he wriggled I knew his butt was getting rubbed in the stubble and dirt.
I grabbed his dick and started working it. "This is payback for what you did to me at the fence," I told him. "And you better quit your hollering because you'll draw a crowd." Actually Norton had started looking over our way, but he couldn't see much because he was where the lights were and we were in the dark.
His dick was fully hard even though he was so mad he looked like he would explode. It was a great feeling working his dick. I had thought about that for the three years since he had held me at the fence with my dick poking out, thought about revenge, thought about getting his dick. And I realized I had forgotten all about Kevin.
I suddenly let go, jumped up, and started running for my car. Butch looked after me, and started to get up, then realized he needed to pull his pants back up first. By that time I was at the car, and jumped in the passenger side as Kevin pulled out onto the road.
"You got the video?" I asked him.
"Sure did" he grinned. "Where do you want to go?"
I still lived at home, but my room was upstairs at the back, and we could go there without my folks knowing anything. I figured maybe it would give me a chance to really get Kevin. "Turn right when we get to the park, and I'll direct you form there. Are we being followed?"
Kevin looked in the rear view mirror. "I'm afraid so" he said.
(end of part 3)
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