I didn't know for sure who was following us, but since we weren't far from my house and we had the video tape, I figured all we had to do was get home and hide the car in back, and wait to see what happened next. All the time that Kevin was driving, I had been pulling tape out of the cassette so we could burn it or shred it when we got home.
I got Kevin to turn left near the old ballfield, and we went to my house by the back way. Glancing out the side mirror, I saw nobody was following us now, so I figured we had escaped Butch and Norton. With luck, I could have Kevin all to myself for a while. My dick gave a nudge at that.
We came up the dirt alley and pulled into my back yard. My folks wouldn't think it was odd that I hadn't used the driveway; I guess they have either gotten used to my ways or maybe have just given up on me. A light was on in my folk's bedroom. The back porch and outside stairs were dark but empty. We got out of the car quietly, and went up to my room.
"Let's get rid of this tape before we do anything else."
Kevin nodded. We took a knife and began slicing up the tape. It was almost like a snake, slithering as we sliced and cut. When all of it had been stuffed into the wastebasket, I told him we'd carry it down to the garbage can later. My mom would think I had a defective tape and wouldn't even ask me about it.
"I'm glad that's gone," Kevin said.
"Yeah, we wouldn't want anybody seeing us like that."
"Reckon they'd jack off to it if they did?" There was a sort of little boy quality to some of Kevin's questions, as if he had just discovered the facts of life and wasn't sure how they were supposed to work.
"Would you like it if they jacked off thinking of you?"
"I don't know. But yeah, I guess I would."
Kevin paused as if he was imagining himself as a porn star, a little smile on his lips.
I reached over and put my arm on his shoulder. "Want to do a little porn stuff now, with us as the stars?"
"What about your dick? Larry said if you worked it at all, it would itch and burn like mad."
"I'm willing to take the chance." I started unbuttoning his shirt. His chest was smooth and strong. By the time I started on his pants, his dick was already up. His breath was getting husky sounding. Sex really got to him. It seemed to refocus everything in his life on that one moment of shooting off. I told myself this was a guy I could really have some great times with. I liked the way his bone already had a slight tremble to it, like a dog lifting his head to sniff the wind on a fall day.
Without saying anything, he began undressing me. When I stepped out of my clothes, he dropped down and took my dick in his mouth. He was great. His tongue went to work, and within a few minutes I was pumping into his mouth as fast as I could.
And that's when it hit me. The itching started, and it was worse than before. I was horny, wanting to get ready to shoot, and all I could think of was pulling my dick out so I could scratch it.
I let out a groan. Kevin looked up, and I pulled out.
"My dick is about to itch off."
Kevin reached up and took my pole and began pumping it for all he was worth. His hands were rough and that gave some relief to my itching. His strokes were full length, powerful, rubbing the heck out of my itches, and building up in force. It was like he understood my dick better than I did.
As I built up to shoot my load, he inserted two fingers up my butt, and I nearly went up on tiptoe. He got them inside me, and then slowly spread them apart.
I had never had a feeling like that before. And then I remembered. When Butch had me at the fence one time, holding me against it with my dick sticking out and people looking, he had done that with his fingers too. Now I figured I knew where Kevin had learned that. And I wondered how much else he had learned from Butch.
So Kevin knew how to push all my buttons: not only was he busily sending me into orbit, but all my memories of Butch were coming into focus too. It was like two worlds came together here in my room. Kevin picked up speed, and suddenly I shot. He got his mouth on it right away, and swallowed whole spurts of cum.
I was still trembling, and he was still swallowing, when he began to move his fingers inside me again. Pushing as far in as he could, he hit my love nut and the final spurts shot out. Then, removing my dick and wiping his mouth, he carefully moved his fingers up my dick, clearing the channel of any drops of cum. When he was through, he took both hands, put them over and under my dick like he was making a snadwich, and made a sort of rolling motion. That eased the itching and I could relax.
I stood him up and then went down on his dick. As he built to a climax, I reached behind him and inserted two fingers into him. It was remarkable how easily they went in. I wondered what else had been up there, and began to have some ideas of my own.
He had a great butt. It was smooth and round, and his muscles trembled as my fingers went in. Taking my other hand, I caressed his butt while the fingers were inside probing. Kevin made a sound like "Ahhh," relaxed, and I knew I had found my spot. When he shot, it was like a rocket going off.
When we were through, we got dressed. "I need to get that other bottle of stuff from Larry so I can get these spots to go away. The itching is about to kill me."
"But we can't break in. He's a cop and 'breaking and entering' is a crime, and he'd be sure to know it was us."
"I wonder where he got that stuff from," I asked, not expecting an answer. But Kevin surprised me.
"From New Orleans. He goes over there sometimes on his off days, and hangs out on some back streets where he can find almost anything."
"Kevin, how do you know that?"
"He and Butch hang out some, and Butch told me. I hadn't seen Larry to know who he was until tonight, but I'd heard Butch talk about him."
That was a surprise. So Butch and Larry knew each other pretty well, and maybe they were involved in all this together. Maybe Larry showing up at the gym tonight wasn't just an accident.
"What else has Butch told you about Larry?"
Kevin gave an embarrassed grin. "Well, if he ever found out I told anyone, I don't know what he'd do."
The look on Kevin's face told me he really wanted to tell, he just needed encouragement. "What kind of things have they done?"
"I'm not sure. But I do know Butch and his girl Sadie have gone at it while Larry hid and watched."
"What?"
"Yeah. Butch's been dicking Sadie since last spring, and Butch likes an audience. He made me watch a couple of times."
"Wait a minute. Butch has sex with Sadie and he also has sex with you?"
"Not all the time. I mean he's done it with me sometimes, but mainly when Sadie won't give it to him or when she's out of town or stuff."
"Did you mind it when he did it with you?"
"No, because he was my brother and he was showing me ways to have fun. I mean when I first heard about jerking off, I tried it a couple of times and that was about it. But when he showed me different ways to do it, and ways to make it last longer, and ways to really have fun, it was a whole new world. And like I say, he didn't do it to me too much lately, since he and Sadie started going at it."
"So Butch likes it both ways: guys and girls."
Kevin seemed flustered. "No. No way. He's straight. I mean when he messes with me, sometimes we're just playing around, and sometimes because he just has to have some sex and I'm his brother and all. But he's not gay or nothing."
I realized Kevin was the most innocent person I had ever known. But I didn't want to disillusion him.
"What about Larry and that stuff about him watching?"
"I think what it was, is that Larry was on patrol one night, and Butch and Sadie were going at in the car. When Butch shot off, he looked up and saw Larry looking in the window at them."
"Did Larry give them a ticket or anything?"
"Butch said no, that Larry's eyes were sort of glazed, and afterward he saw some cum on the ground, and realized Larry had jerked off watching them do it. So Butch kind of had him after that. He's gotten Larry to bring stuff back from New Orleans for him too. Anyhow, sometimes Butch tells Larry where he and Sadie will be, and Larry tries to watch."
"That sounds like a dangerous game."
"As long as Larry does what Butch wants, it's OK with Butch. But he says some day he'll make sure Larry gets caught at that."
"Butch sounds like the same mean bastard he used to be."
"He is, Jason. That's why we gotta be careful."
My dick was itching something fierce, and I was worried I would take all the skin off it if I couldn't get something to soothe it.
"I'm willing to be careful Kevin, but I gotta get something for my dick."
"You've got me, what else do you need?" Kevin had a really great grin.
"Be serious." I started scratching at my dick again. It felt hot and itchy, and I unzipped my pants and took it out. I scratched at it while Kevin watched with a happy grin.
"Let me see if I can put something on it to cool it down," he said.
"Like what, ice cubes?" I could imagine my dick freezing and itching all at the same time.
"Let's go to a drugstore and see if we can't find some sort of thing for burns or maybe insect bites that'll take the heat and itching away. It's worth a try, and a lot safer than breaking into Larry's."
Kevin had a good grasp of logic. What he was suggesting made sense. And while it was getting to be late at night by now, there was at least one all-night drugstore down near the bus station.
I put my dick back in my pants, sighed, and said, "OK, let's go."
On the way I was surprised at how empty the streets were. Usually the main streets had some traffic most of the night, but in late August everybody was on vacation or at the beach or something.
The drugstore had a little more action than the streets had. We didn't see anybody we knew, but we could see a bunch of older people and couples and all, everybody shopping for something. Kevin found a couple of things, we paid the cashier, and we started to head back to my room.
Then Kevin asked, "You want to go by the school instead?"
"Why?"
"Well we wouldn't have your folks downstairs there."
That sounded like a good idea, and so we did.
When we were in the locker room, I stripped down and Kevin started applying stuff to my dick. At first it didn't seem to make much difference, but then it seemed to start taking effect. With Kevin's hand pumping my oiled dick, the cooling effect took place.
I was just wondering if I could possibly shoot off another time, when we heard noises and Butch and Norton rushed in.
"Caught you!" Norton cried. He still had his damn camera with him.
Kevin jumped back, and I started to get up off the bench where I had laid when Kevin was applying the salve.
"This is too good! Norton, hold him" Butch shouted as he grabbed my arms. Norton grabbed my ankles and held them, while Butch told Kevin to get some rope from the utility closet. Kevin refused and started running out. They let him go.
"We'll get him later. Norton, sit on his chest while I get some rope."
It didn't take long for them to have my hands and ankles tied to each of the bench legs. I couldn't move. Butch grinned evilly.
"Well, I can see the making of another great film here. When I saw you at the drugstore, I figured I'd follow you. And now here you are. Norton, what should we do this time?"
My heart sank at Norton's answer. "Shave him."
Butch looked at my half hard dick. "What's the problem here? Looks like Larry spilled some of his New Orleans sauce on it." He leaned over and thumped my dick.
Norton set up the camera while Butch got the shaving equipment from the training locker. I hoped the blade wasn't rusty.
Butch fondled my balls, checking the hair there. Then he began putting shaving cream from my naval to my dick. And for good measure he lathered up my dick as well. Norton's camera was running. "I'm zooming in close," he said.
It's a weird feeling getting shaved down there. Feeling the hair going, and having a guy hold your dick like it was a handle while he swished the razor on the hairs, was the most different feeling I've ever had.
"Don't worry," Butch said, "these hairs will grow back twice as fast and twice as thick. And it'll do wonders for your sex life."
His hand holding onto my dick was getting results. He was rolling it and then squeezing it and then pumping it, and all the while with his other hand he was shaving my hairs away. Also, I guess maybe I was remembering the times at the fence or something, but my dick was almost welcoming Butch back again. And I could figure that with my hairs gone, my dick would look twice as tall as it stood there.
Butch splashed some water across my crotch, and when I looked down all the hair was gone. It felt cold or windy or something down there.
"Your public is going to love you" Butch said. I didn't know what he meant, but I didn't want to find out either. He thumped my dick again, and now that my pole was rigid it hurt to get thumped. My dick bobbed back and forth.
I couldn't move my arms or legs, I was just spread out there helpless and he could do whatever he wanted to me. I knew it, and Butch knew it too. He gave me a nasty, horny grin.
"Now we're gonna have some fun."
(End of Part 4) Thanks to all of you who have taken the time to write.
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