When the first light of dawn began to show through the window, I started to wake up. At first I wasn't sure what part of last night was a dream and what part was real. Then Kevin stirred beside me and reality returned. I knew I had to go get the car right away, so it could be parked in the back like always and my folks wouldn't ask any questions.
I slid out from under the sheet and saw my dick was as hard as ever. Damn! What was wrong with that thing anyway? I reached down and gave it a squeeze, and immediately winced. It was sore as hell. Of course when Butch was working it, he hadn't exactly been easy on it.
The memory of Butch's hand riding the fury out of my dick, only made it get harder. I hoped that didn't mean I was getting addicted to Butch's hand. Then I remembered Woody in the van wanting to touch my dick, and I thought of how eager he was to see my bone. And he even wanted to spend the night.
Well, I thought, Kevin and I could really have some fun with Woody. I wanted to spend a lot of time playing with his bone.
I pulled on underwear and pants. My dick was poking hard against my trousers. I looked down at Kevin and wondered if I had time to get off with him. I reached down and touched his check. He opened his eyes and grinned sleepily.
"Hey" he said.
"Hey yourself, Kevin. How you doing today?"
He stretched, yawned, and pushed the covers back to reveal his long slim pole as rigid as ever. My hand reached for it even before I had time to think. It responded to my touch, pulsing within my fingers.
"It's ready for action," I said.
"Yep." Kevin touched my trousers and began a massage in the spot where my dick bulged. "But don't you have to go get you car?"
"Right. You want to come with me?"
"Sure." His gray eyes seemed to grin as much as that mouth of his did. I still held on to his dick for a moment. I let my fingers play with the head, touching the slit, and then giving the whole head a slight squeeze. "Watch out" he said, "or you'll have to be washing the sheets before your mother decides to check up on who's up here."
"OK, let's go."
I waited while he dressed, noticing again his strong body and slim waist, his perfect butt and his long legs. His whole body exuded an easy sexuality, as if he would be comfortable with whatever came along.
We hurried down the back stairs. The sun was fully up now, and I glanced toward the kitchen to see if my mother was there. I didn't want to have to explain Kevin if I didn't have to.
He must have read my thoughts, because he said, "You'll have to explain me sooner or later, especially if we keep hanging out together."
I blushed. "When the time comes, I'll tell my folks your folks are away and you wanted to stay with me for a while."
"Oh"" he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "So you've had to explain guys before?"
"No way. You're the first. But I have thought about it since we first got started last night."
It didn't take long to get to the school. I was relieved my car was all right, still parked where I had left it. This being a Saturday, there wasn't much activity going on. Looking toward the practice field, I saw a couple of the guys running laps. Up until I graduated last spring that could have been me out there.
"Who are they?" I asked.
Kevin watched a minute. "Parker and Blake. They're transfers. They work hard."
I nodded. Then Kevin looked at me with a grin.
"You won't find them beating off before a game."
I laughed. When times get rough and we are losing a lot of games, Coach always pitches a fit and claims we've been spilling our energy in the showers. He really gets off on that. And he can make it sound pretty convincing.
"Yeah, he really intimidated me when I was first on the team."
"So you quit jerking your meat?" Kevin seemed surprised.
"Well, yes and no. There's a desk in the corner of my room, and I would strip down on the afternoon before a game. I'd lock the door and pull down the shades and go over to a corner of the desk and straddle it. I'd lay my dick on the desk, and slowly begin to hump the desk while I went over plays in my mind. I'm be thinking about football and the team and all, and I'd be pushing back and forth against the desktop. Finally I'd cum, and then I'd have to clean it all up."
"Was it good?"
"Not as good as doing it by hand, but it sure was better than nothing. But the trouble was that the desk had a sort of rough surface, and sometimes I'd get a sore spot from doing it. And then stuffing it into a jock strap while dressing out would make me feel really sore down there."
We got into the car. And then like a thunderclap it hit me. "Kevin, where's the tape?"
"Huh?"
"The tape that Norton was making while Butch jerked me off. When you and Woody got Norton, where did the tape go?"
"Wow! I don't know. I guess Woody has it."
"Do you think he might have left it in the van?"
Kevin looked alarmed. "I don't know. In all the excitement, I completely forgot about it."
"Where's the van?"
"I guess it's at the station. But we don't have a key and I'm sure it would be locked."
"Do you know where Woody lives?"
"I think so. He told me that since he got this job, he had an apartment of his own. I think if we go over the Elm, we should be able to figure out which one is his."
"OK. We can see if he has the tape or if he's got keys to the van."
The apartment was easy to find. Set amid a row of small, neat bungalows was a duplex. One half looked deserted. In front of the other, a postbox at the street read "Bonner." We parked and knocked on the door. It took a minute for Woody to answer. His face at first looked worried, and then he grinned when he saw it was us.
Oh, it's you guys. I was afraid Norton and Butch were looking for their tape. By the way, Jason, you're magnificent on that tape, if I do say so myself."
His bone was poking out his pants leg. So it was very obvious that he had been enjoying himself.
"Gimme the tape, Woody."
"Let me show you some of the good part. Norton's a good cameraman. You ought to see the close-ups of your face, man. When you shoot off your eyes go out of focus and your mouth twists around. I can find it on the tape..."
"That isn't necessary, Woody. I just want the tape."
"Wait a minute. While I was watching the tape, I got a great idea. You know those red spots on your dick? Come on, show me and I'll tell you what I was thinking would be good."
"I don't intend to show you my dick, Woody."
"Come on, Jason, and I'll give you the tape."
Kevin spoke up. "How about this, Woody? If he shows you his dick, then you've got to show him yours afterward."
"How do you mean?
"If Jason shows you his dick, you give him the tape, and then show him your mighty dick. And since it's always hard, we can get a good look at it in the daylight...and we just might have some fun with it."
Woody looked uneasy. I wasn't sure what Kevin was up to, but I could think of some interesting possibilities.
"Come on, Woody. Here, I'm taking mine out now. Agreed?"
Woody couldn't resist an offer when he thought there was a dick involved. "Sure."
I was still almost fully hard, and I pulled my dick out. Woody bent close, then took it in his hand, feeling it with a quiet eagerness the way someone might hold the shaft of a famous knife. When he spoke, his voice was husky.
"See the dots? Well, I was thinking we could film them and on the film someone could take a black felt pen and start connecting the dots and see what we came up with."
"What?"
"Well, a ball point pen would be kind of hard on a guy's dick, but a felt tip pen wouldn't hurt."
"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard in my life!"
"No it isn't. Look here. See?"
Holding my bone with his left hand, he took a felt pen and began connecting the dots.
"It would be like a porno connect-the-dots book. See?"
"Hey, let me try" Kevin said eagerly. "You hold it and I'll connect the dots with a ball point pen."
I tried to pull away. The feeling was more intense with the pen.
"See?" Kevin asked. "This looks like a duck's head here."
"Ouch. You guys take it easy."
I guess they would have kept this up a long time, but I needed to move on.
"Woody, we can wait on your part of the bargain with your dick. But I need help on something else."
"Oh I wanted to see his dick now" Kevin said, disappointed.
"Woody, we need to get into Larry's apartment and get back some stuff he rubbed on me last night. It'll make the itching go away."
Woody thought for a moment. He was still holding my dick, and Kevin was still looking very closely at the dots. In fact he was so close, I could feel his breath on my horny pole.
"Tell you what. I could go by to see Larry and maybe look around. Do you know where it was?"
"He seemed to go either into the bathroom or his bedroom. But I don't think you could just wander around there."
"Right. But if I had that tape and offered to show it to him, you know how he gets off on stuff. He'd have his dick out in a minute, and I could ease to the back and try to get the stuff. What's it look like? Is it a tube or a jar?"
"It's a liquid in a small bottle. Actually two bottles - one to start the itching and the other to make it go away."
Woody thought a minute. "Today's Saturday and I think Woody might be home. I could go by now with the tape."
"Hold it, Woody. I don't want anything happening to that tape. I don't want him to get hold of it. How do we know he won't force you to let him keep it? I'm not sure I want that tape out of my sight."
"Oh, I know what you mean" Woody said eagerly. "It's so good I thought I might try to sneak it on the air late one night when I was alone down at the station. You know, so late nobody much is watching. And then I could call some friends and tell them to turn -"
"Woody you damn fool, don't you know the FCC would pull the station's license, you could be prosecuted, and you'd certainly loose your job."
Woody looked crestfallen. "But it's so good. Man, if people could see Butch working your dick and you squirming, and..."
"Woody, I don't know if I trust you."
"But Jason, I'm the only one who could get into Woody's without making him suspicious. He trusts me."
I thought about this a minute, and looked at him dancing on one foot and the other, like he had to take a leak real bad. That bone of his, pointed upward in his pants, seemed to bounce along with him. I wondered how far he could be trusted with that tape.
"Why don't Kevin and I go along? We can stay out of sight until you get inside, and then we can climb up the stairs and go along the porch and try to get in a bedroom window. Maybe first you could make sure a window is open."
"You mean I'm supposed to say, 'Hey Larry, let me go in your bedroom and open a window, OK?'"
"Hell I don't know. Maybe you could say you'd like to see the rest of his place, and while he's setting up the tape you could do it. Or maybe ask to use the bathroom and then see. Or maybe there's a kitchen door. It's just that since it's a garage apartment and there's only one flight of stairs going to it, we need to figure how to get in and out."
"What if I get caught?"
"Tell you what, Woody. Would it make it any easier if I let you handle my dick for a while? Think that would spur your courage a little?"
Kevin spoke up, "It would sure spur mine." He reached around from behind me and began stroking my dick.
That was all it took to convince Woody. "OK, let me do that too, Kevin. I want to see those dots again. They are so cool."
"Actually they aren't so cool, Woody. That's why I need that ointment."
Woody took my dick and slowly began working it. He had a real talent. In fact, I think he wanted me to shoot off, but I stopped him before he got that far. I figured the promise of something in the future would do more to keep him in line than the gift of something now.
"OK, Woody, that's enough for now. Let's go."
We parked a block from Larry's, and walked the rest of the way. Woody went ahead, carrying the tape like it was a treasure, and Kevin and I stayed a distance behind. Larry's car was there so we knew he was home.
From behind the tall bushes along the drive, we watched Woody climb the stairs and knock on the door. After a pause, the door opened and Larry let him in.
I really started getting horny: well at least hornier than I had been so far this morning. I kept imagining Woody showing Larry the tape. I could picture old Larry getting bug-eyed, and then starting to work on himself. The more I thought about it, the more my dick kept twitching and boning against my leg. I could feel the precum stickiness begin to start.
"Let's try to go up there," I said after what seemed to be about ten minutes. I hadn't worn my watch, so I was guessing about the time.
We crossed the yard and stopped at the foot of the stairs. I turned to Kevin.
"Do you remember where the TV sat? I'm wondering if he'd be facing our way or toward the back."
"I don't think anybody faces their TV toward the front door. It's bound to be facing away, but if it's along the front wall he could look up and see us."
We started quietly up the stairs, got to the top, and then ducked low and got close to the front wall. Suddenly I heard Larry say, "Look at him! He looks like he's going to take off like a rocket! Damn! Wouldn't I like to make that thing orbit!"
It was more of a statement than a question. Kevin and I crawled along toward the bedroom, and when we got there I saw the window was up. I pulled myself up and poked my head through, looking toward the front to see if I could tell where they were sitting.
Wherever they were, they couldn't see me, because I sure couldn't see them. I crawled into the room, went quietly to the dresser, and eased open the top drawer.
I was about to reach in, when I heard Larry say:
"I sure am glad I called them to come over. They're gonna love this!"
I whirled around and looked at Kevin. He was looking out the window.
Then I heard Larry say, "They're coming now."
I moved to the window. Kevin and I looked out.
Butch and Norton were coming up the stairs.
Damn!
(End of Part 6) ------------------- Thanks to all who have written me about the story. I appreciate it. - Bart