The Exam

Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional events. It contains sexual acts involving males of high school age as well as older males, not to mention family members. There are scenes of involuntary humiliation and punishment, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. Now kid! You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy it to your hard's content. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.

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(NOTE: This story involves a "prequel" regarding the O'Toole family – and friends – mentioned way way back in Chapter Ninety-Seven. Several readers expressed a burning need to hear more about the character of Pat O'Toole. Although these stories are stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. By reading Chapter Ninety-Seven alone (or for that matter Chapter Ninety-Eight for Coach Don Farbersten), the reader will have a better idea who the characters are and how they came to be in that crowded room with Pat being forced to explain to his roommates all the ordeals he had to endure to bring him to that crossroads in the Great White North. That being said, we continue with the story from Pat O'Toole – and friends!

Chapter 133

Friday at work Mike could not concentrate, avoiding himself in the mirror, expecting PERVERT or SEX FIEND or worse tattooed on his forehead. He assumed his guilt was as obvious as something like a big red arrow singling him out. Like everyone who looked at him now could see what he really was. Like he was practically broadcasting all his sexual signals – the wrong kind of sexual signals – to anyone who could see him for what he was hiding beneath his normal straight married exterior. And it did not help that some of his co-workers, all of them male for crissakes! male and all in his age group and damn! there goes his sick brain again, all his age and level of sexual charged tension or something! If not more so. Like all the fit husky muscular guys in his office were suddenly asking him about his "social" life and – this really made his ears perk up – if he had kids in high school, like about his sons! Mike prayed his fair Irish skin did not betray his blushes too much and changed the subject with lame jokes and distractions. He made a point of leaving work early, the excuse being to do shopping for Sean's birthday the next day. His wife – of course – had done most of the prep work but there was one or two last-minute things needed for the "big event" tomorrow. So two hours later with the backseat full of boxes and groceries Mike swung the car into the driveway, that ticking timebomb sound just getting louder and louder in his head. He was expected to do – somehow he could not imagine how – this horrible thing with all three sons and he was out of time. So unless he managed to pull off the impossible tonight this would all go down in flames. All the effort – all the damning sexual things he had done so far – would be pointless unless he pulled it off tonight! Because there was no way tomorrow, Sean's birthday and all, could possibly work out. Like he really wanted such irreparable activities to ever happen. Even knowing Pat would do anything and everything he might suggest. And that thought scared him. Because Mike had come to realize just how much Pat was becoming a total chip off the old block. Mike had to face himself and his demons. Because as much as he now knew he would fuck anyone or anything given half the opportunity, Pat was even worse!

All through supper Mike sat there watching his three sons like a hawk, seeing them all in a new light. As much as he did not want to be responsible for what happened between him and Pat, or him and Mike, or what almost happened with Sean and his friend, it began to dawn on him they were all entering adulthood and their sexual activities did not rise and set on him alone. In a way he was glad Kruisay's horrible demand could not be met, could never be met. Even if he wanted to force the issue tonight he knew what had happened the previous night's activities at that warehouse had drained his balls. Well if it had not totally reduced his horniness level to zero then it should have, he convinced himself. And when Mike – junior – and then Pat both announced they were going out tonight, Mike felt a weight come off his shoulders. The thought he was throwing his son to the wolves and his scholarship all but forfeit was something he had to deal with down the line. So he had to take out a loan? So everything they had done so far was for naught? It was just meant to be, he convinced himself.

So Mike retired to his den, his "man retreat" after supper as soon as he and the wife got the kitchen straightened out and their hushed plans for Saturday's birthday discussed while Sean had been banished to his basement room. Like Sean was not eager to leave the table, telling them the sooner he did the sooner his birthday would arrive or something like that. Mike had barely settled into his den when his computer announced unread incoming messages. Mike went through the spam and updated his firewall for the third time that week – heaven forbid anything like what had happened slip out to the web – when he noticed an unread message towards the top. He was about to delete it as spam when he noticed the CC's! Below his name were those of Otis Guzman and Vince Muller! He just about lost his dinner. He knew he would regret it but opened the email and read:

I have been informed you have not done your expectation yet by several parties and you know the severe

Only to be interrupted by pop-up window request for live chat. Now Mike was getting goosebumps knowing this could not be good. Informed by whom? So Otis or more likely Steve had gone and ratted him out to that asshole Kruisay? But why copy to Vince, Mike was more panicked than stumped. Like Otis or Steve – or Vince for that matter – were exchanging notes with Kruisay? And how did he know that Mike did not do the ugly deed with that guy, his son Mike's friend? Or even worse that loose cannon friend of Sean? Because that bastard Kruisay was sitting somewhere tapping his fingers waiting for the tape? Pics? Like Mike would even know where to send them. The answer was staring at him, seeing where this email originated. Now he had Kruisay's email like it mattered at this point. His hand shaking in anger and frustration he accepted the chat request.

mister o toole?

yes who this?

coach k from school have you completed your expectation?

no do not expect can will

you have until tomorrow to do it

other plans tomorrow

your son mike will not be pleased you know the consequences

we work something out? something else?

what do you propose?

dunno

And then Mike did something he would regret

maybe extension or

or what exactly?

you tell me

Regretting it as soon as he hit send. He would have cut off his arm when he realized he just put his head in a noose. Again!

do you have skype?

yes

turn it on now

Mike regretted it but thought maybe just maybe he might dodge the bullet if he could just negotiate something anything with this Kruisay bastard. Because that is whose face he saw as soon as he connected.

"Mister Kruisay?"

"You may call me Coach, my name I regret is such a tongue twirl."

"Tongue twister, same difference" the lighting was terrible but Mike could see Kruisay in a large room, his voice echoing like mad. Mike suspected Kruisay was back at that same school gym where he and Pat...

"Turn on more lights" Kruisay rubbed his chin stubbled with blond whiskers "I can not see you clearly."

"You either. What's up?"

"First the lights, then we talk."

"We are both adults we can come to some understanding about – "

"The lights Mister O'Toole!"

"Fine hang on a sec" Mike got up and turned on the overhead light and returned to the screen "okay? Better?"

"Now turn on the table lamp and have it pointing towards you."

"Huh? Why?"

"Mister O'Toole..."

"Why?"

"You do want an extension do you not?"

"Yeah we gotta work out – "

"Then you will follow these instructions do you understand?"

"Yeah what kind of instructions?"

"The first is you will call me Coach."

"Sure fine okay... Coach."

"Now adjust the table lamp so it is facing you."

"Do we get the extension?"

"First follow orders!"

"Yes Coach..." Mike knew this was not going to end well. But somehow if it meant dodging the bullet, and maybe just maybe getting Mike off the hook as well, he could do this. Hell he had done worse not forty-eight hours previous. He moved the table lamp and adjusted the shade so it was like a floodlight pointed at his face.

"Very good" as expected Kruisay's image was now lost in the glare "remove your shirt."

"Hey wait! I mean – first about that warehouse – are you?"

"Remove your shirt and we might discuss that as well."

"What? My shirt? Why?" like Mike did not know. He could see, hell he had seen, Kruisay getting his rocks off on that steady stream of high-school age kids he had so far behind the eightball they were doing anything and everything Kruisay wanted. Just to get his rocks off? And now Mike? Hell he was a middle-aged guy!

"How do you address me?"

"Okay Coach. My shirt?"

"Yes. Now."

Mike sat in his leather chair as he unbuttoned his shirt and when he heard Kruisay's continuing orders Mike removed his t-shirt, he knew this was going x-rated fast.

"Very good" Kruisay's voice got deeper and huskier "now stand and flex your muscles for me."

"Why me? I thought you liked – "

"What I like and do not like is not your concern!"

"Then why me and not some younger – "

"You will flex for me and call me Coach. Now! Stand!"

"Yes Coach" and that is what Mike did in spite of his better judgement. He stood and flexed his chest and biceps, dreading how bad he must look.

"What are you going to do with these...?"

"These are secure."

"Like the... um... from the warehouse, those too?"

"A very interesting evening for all concerned."

"You didn't answer my question."

"You forget how you address me?"

"Sorry... um coach" Mike turned sideways and thrust out his chest "like this?"

"Yes continue" Mike was not surprised when he heard "knowing your posing is causing another man to become aroused. Keep that thought in mind and now remove your pants."

"C'mon Coach! Anybody could walk in here and – "

"The pants! Stand facing me when you do."

"If I do... this... that extension?"

"Now! The pants!"

"C'mon! Just for an extension?"

"Now!"

"Yes Coach" Mike turned back to face the computer and unbuckled his pants, hesitating with the fly "but I'm really... y'know about what happened at the warehouse with..."

"When you were naked tied to the ceiling?"

"That and..." Mike's hand tugged down the zipper, the front of his boxer briefs highlighted by the desk lamp.

"How did that make you feel? Naked helpless and completely aroused while your son was forced to be sexually impaled" Kruisay's voice coming in jagged broken phrases "tell me about that?"

"What? I mean Coach" Mike hesitated as his pants slid down his big thighs.

"Tell me about when you were hanging there. How it feel not able to..."

"It was horrible okay?"

"Okay what?"

"Okay, Coach. How would you like it being tied up with your kid tied to that table and..."

"And what was happening to him? Put your hands behind your back when you tell me."

"Damnit" Mike wanted to keep his crotch hidden from that camera as long as possible. But he knew Kruisay was just toying with him now.

"Tell me about what was happening to Patrick now. And tell me without..." Mike closed his eyes waiting for it "without getting an erection.

"Damnit... coach" because as soon as Mike's hands were behind him, the hardening head and growing shaft were already becoming rather obvious. And on Mike that was more that obvious, his lengthening cock pushing out and then up, tenting the material without ambiguity "damnit, how would you like watching your kid get dicked by that musclehead and can't do shit to stop it, okay? And then not just him but when Steve..."

"Do you have an erection remembering that?"

"C'mon already, you can see I do... um Coach."

"Remove your underwear now."

"Who's gonna see this? I mean seriously, I can't just stand here naked if – "

"Now!"

"You gonna tell me who's gonna see this if I do?"

"Same people who saw the warehouse. Now!"

"But who are they? You and who else?"

"Now. The underwear!" which is what Mike did. Like he needed another reason to hate this guy. Because obviously this Kruisay guy got Mike's number, Mike the exhibitionist was in Kruisay's crosshairs but good. He stood there naked and stroking his filling cock when Kruisay told him to sit "very good. You look very good."

"Thanks... Coach..."

"Is your penis completely hard?" and there it was. Mike was expected to do a jack-off show for that sick guy.

"Um... er..." covering himself instinctively, his hands in his lap below the edge of the table.

"Take your time to bring yourself to a complete erection. Take all the time – "

"I'm hard now" as you well know, Mike swore under his breath.

"Very well. With your hands on your head, stand up again."

"But..."

"Follow orders!"

"Yes coach..." Mike dreaded standing up naked and totally boned with that bastard dictating his every move. Like Mike was little more than his sex puppet now. He rolled the chair backwards and slowly got to his feet, his hands creeping up until they were resting on his head. He knew how he looked with the lamp pointed right at his slight paunch, his bushy pubes contrasting with his relatively hairless torso and then his hairy thighs. But knowing how he looked standing there unable to prevent his cock for bobbing up and slowly but inevitably start to ooze his pre-cum, pointing right at the computer.

"Turn sideways. I want to see you better, see your hard penis better."

"Yes... Coach" and that is what the good little puppet did, knowing that only displayed his cock more, now bobbing like crazy every vein standing out in high relief.

"You enjoy taking orders, you enjoy the idea of another man masturbating to you showing your naked body , admit it Mister O'Toole. You enjoy being order to strip. Say it!"

"Yes... Coach... I uh..." standing there sweating and feeling more and more blood rushing to his cock, his fear/lust crinkling his balls. His eternally hard demanding controlling cock and over-filled balls. He looked down at his cock, proud and disgusted in equal parts.

"Say it."

"I enjoy... orders. I enjoy... your orders... Coach."

"Yes that is good to hear" Mike could not see, but it sounded like he heard the rustling of clothing from the screen. That bastard was really stripping off? He actually was going to jack off to Mike's little show? He did not have to think long before he heard "I see something hanging on the wall behind you. What is that?"

"Huh? What?" Mike turned his head, one hand automatically going to his cock.

"Do not touch your penis. That object on the wall..."

"Huh... this?" Mike took a step back and took a plaque off the wall "this?"

"What is that?"

"I won this in college" holding it up to the screen. It was second place trophy for his college baseball team "um... Coach."

"Does that part separate from the plaque?"

"Huh... this?" Mike held up the wooden plaque. Attached to it was the brass plate with his name, his teammates, all the particulars. Right above it, held in place with two bolts. was a model baseball bat maybe a foot and a half long.

"Yes that. Remove it from the backboard."

"Huh why?"

"Follow orders!"

"Yes Coach lemme see if" Mike wiggled and yanked at that wooden bat seeing it held to the back with two bolts. He tugged and twisted all the while his still hard cock bobbed and swung back and forth. He yanked until first one and then the other bolt started to give way. When he had it pulled free, two small points stuck out the side of the bat by a half inch "what about this what you need with... Coach?"

"You will lubricate it – "

"What?!?! NO! This is my – "

"After removing those nails... of course. Now Mister O'Toole! And hurry!"

"Huh... why?" knowing exactly what that bastard wanted to see "do I get the extension if I do this?"

"Now! Follow orders!"

"And you'll destroy that film from the warehouse?"

"First this!"

"Yes Coach right away Coach!" luckily for Mike he had a small toolbox in the bottom drawer of his desk, more for minor computer repairs than something like this. He opened it and found a small brass hammer. Standing there naked with his slowly drooping cock he tapped the small brads back and forth until they came loose enough he could yank them out with his small pliers. That was not the worst. Now he had to figure out what to lube it with! Not like he had lube lying around the place, even though he was known to use his den as a place for late-night solo sessions that went on for several hours of late. But this self-penetration was something else entirely. The only thing he could see was a small plastic bottle of white glue with the picture of a bull on the label. Desperate times and desperate measures he told himself as he squeezed the goop onto the end of that small bat. It was maybe four or five inches in diameter, still enough to do the damage.

"Your Coach wants you to turn around and lift one leg onto the table."

"Yes Coach" Mike was both disgusted and aroused by the idea of what he was about to do. Especially knowing some guy was watching this and for all he knew beating off watching Mike turn and lift his leg so his crack was plainly on view, exposed and brightly lit by the table lamp. He smeared the glue onto his crack and shoved one slimy finger into his tight hairy hole. He grunted and then brought the blunt end of the bat to his hole, knowing he did not have long before that damn glue started to get tacky. He gulped and knowing he was doing this to save his son he gave it a shove! Just then he heard the kitchen doorbell! "oh!"

"Deeper!"

"Oh fuck fuck!" the thick head was maybe an inch inside him. The pain was more than he expected, feeling like he was trying to shove a real full-sized baseball bat into his ass, not this small toy! But remembering how Pat was able to take Otis' monster and not be ripped in half gave Mike enough courage to shove another inch in. He squeezed out and in, contracting and relaxing his sphincter until something gave way and suddenly almost half of it slid in!

"Now stand up straight!"

"Yes... ugh... uh... Coach" Mike lowered his foot, feeling his ass contract around that thing inside him.

"Turn around and face the camera."

"Yes coach" and through his teary eyes he could just make out the image of a shirtless Kruisay on the screen and the way his arm was moving there was no mistake he was indeed jacking off to Mike's blantant show "you like this? You like seeing me shove stuff up my ass?"

"Push it in and out facing me. Do not touch your penis as you do. Follow orders!"

"Yes coach!" Mike half-crouched there, reaching behind himself getting a grip on that bat now tacky with the drying glue. He began to inch it in and out of his ass, feeling it doing something other than cause the burning pain he was bracing for. Instead he felt something sending zinging stimulating impossible signals to his cock. He felt himself slipping into his zone, knowing this was starting to turn his crank big time. All over again, Mike felt that sex fog enveloping him as any hesitation was slowing being teased out of him with each thrust of that wooden object. No wonder Pat was willing to take cocks up his ass without dying. He actually got off on it, he actually got aroused and more, from something slamming into him! More things began to fall into place. Mike twisted and prodded it into his ass and then it bumped into something that made his cock lurch! "oh fuck oh fuck!" over and over as he shoved that end into his prostate over and over "oh Coach..."

"That is arousing you?"

"Oh Coach it feels damn fuck oh shit..." Mike was aware of little more than that thing up his ass and the sound of Kruisay's hand slapping his cock in time to his thrusts "oh fuck... fuck... fuck me" slipped out.

"Continue to push it in you while you tell me about... Steve."

"Huh? What?" Mike almost slipped to the floor, the bat released with the shock.

"Did you and Steve have sex?"

"That was years ago! We were just sophomores!" all but saying yeah we did.

"Did he penetrate you?"

"Fuck no!"

"Continue to use that bat on yourself and do not masturbate!"

"But... damn... Coach..." Mike was trying not to think about Steve, not with this thing shoved back into his ass. But his cock was doing the talking now "we... uh... it was just a blowjob..."

"You fellated him?"

"Huh?"

"You put his penis in your mouth?"

"Oh fuck..." Mike's hard cock answered for him "we were kids... drunk... y'know like an accident..."

"But you wanted it didn't you" Kruisay could see Mike slipping into his zone. He recognized the signs now, his hunches from the Sunday wrestling – not to mention the warehouse free-for-all – were confirmed. Once Mike got to this tipping point, he could be persuaded to do just about anything "you wanted to perform sex on him. You felt his hard penis against your tongue and imagined him opening you. You were thinking about him ready to penetrate you, did you not?"

"N-n-no... I mean..."

"Now you want you want him to finally penetrate you, is that right?"

"Oh Coach yeah fuck fuck fuck..."

"You would do that?"

"Oh fuck oh fuck... Coach."

"Would you let me fuck you?"

"Oh fuck yeah!"

"Would Mike fuck you?"

"Fuck yeah!" Mike said before he realized what just happened "huh?" but there on the bleary screen was a outlined arm rubbing a fat cock with the computer screen lighting up Kruisay's front. And there was his own image on the screen-in-screen, or at least his body from his pecs down.

"Your son Patrick? Your son Sean?"

"What? What did you say?" and before Mike registered if this little show was on Kruisay's screen who knows where else it might be broadcast if – he heard a knock at the door,

"Honey?" Mike wife's hand was on the door knob.

"WAIT! Just a minute!" Mike gasped. In all of two seconds, his computer was folded down, his t-shirt back on, that bat yanked free and he was zipping up his pants. In that order "h-h-hi. What's up?"

"Sorry to interrupt" her eyes went up and down once. And that was enough "Sean has some friends downstairs and it's getting kinda noisy and – "

"Well tell them to be quiet!" he snapped at her "sorry, I mean..."

"You know I dread going down there" scrunching her face and shaking her head "Jennifer is good enough to help wrapping so we're going to be in her bedroom. And if you could just go keep the animals from busting up the place..."

"Fine I'll go down there" seeing her hesitating.

"And honey..." she looked down at where Mike's hardon was still visible in his pants "can't we do something about that. I know we agreed – "

"You agreed remember? No more kids remember?"

"But if you just bought some condoms or – "

"You know I can't wear those – "

"You could try okay?"

"We'll talk about this later when they're" thumbing at the downstairs "they're in bed asleep okay?"

"Okay but seriously, before they tear the place down okay?" and she was gone.

Damn that was close, he shook his head. She had to know he was jacking off in his den. And not the first time she caught him, but her lectures were growing fewer and fewer about his "overheated nature" as she put it. So Mike looked around the room, throwing anything inappropriate into a drawer or cabinet somewhere, cleaning up the evidence as best he could, all the while one eye on that computer screen. He knew he turned it off, but it still seemed it was watching him, leering at him. He could almost hear its heavy breathing, the scene of his self-impalement almost hanging there like an afterimage still burned into the monitor. But now that his dick was calling the shots he was barely hanging on as he felt the roller coaster gearing up. It was going to be a bad bad night.

Mike headed through the kitchen hearing his wife and daughter up in her room, their muffled voices echoing down from the second floor. With his crotch and crack yelling their sticky itchy voices at him he went downstairs to Sean's room, hearing laughing and loud voices echoing up to him. They heard his footsteps on the stairs and he heard several shushing sounds. He swore he heard "chill he's here now" as he said,

"Okay guys your mother's complaining about all the noise" looking around and there was Sean and his menace friend and then, what the hell "Thomas??"

"Geez, Tommy okay?"

"Tom" compromising "what brings you here? Mike is out" because sitting there, filling out his t-shirt and running shorts was Tommy Brunner, Mike's best friend. But what he was doing hanging out with Sean and his friend Timmy, both at least three years younger was a mystery and cause for a raised eyebrow "I didn't know you were – "

"Yeah I'm on babysitting duty tonight" Tom grabbed Timmy into a headlock "the runt here – "

"How you know Timmy?" and my other son Sean, Mike wanted to say "aren't you and Mike – "

"Yeah he blew me off tonight, explain that. We were supposed to – "

"This big dope" Timmy broke free "here is my cousin."

"Cousin?"

"Well not really" Tom gave him a knock to the side of his head "bonehead. Our moms –"

"Our moms are like cousins or something or – "

"Well gee that's..." Mike watched them wrestle around like... well like brothers actually "well how's your dad?"

"He's okay" Tom rolled his eyes "actually he's been busy lately. Traveling or something, but I guess he's good."

"Give him my greetings" Mike made the point. I know your dad, and he knows me so behave mister!

"Will do will do" he shot a quick sideways glance at Sean "so Sean here been trying to explain to us why we can't work out with all this cool stuff..."

"Unless there's adult supervision" Mike said and as soon as he did he suspected what might be coming next. He had a hunch that Dennis-the-Menace kid Timmy might be up to his usual antics. But then again it was his son Mike's friend's suggestion, or was it? He knew his wife and daughter were only a short distance upstairs, but his cock was loudly reminding him he did not finish his little show for Kruisay upstairs, and feeling the scratchy itchiness of his crotch, he made the decision to push the issue , if only to get a better picture what was going on with these guys. He needed to see how far these guys might be "encouraged", and then what things they will spill by accident. He already knew Sean's friend was a bit too eager to get him out of his clothes and if what Pat said was true, Sean would do anything and everything Mike might suggest. The only wild card in this equation was his son's friend Tom. Tom Brunner, son of Coach Bernard "Buck" Brunner, football coach for both Tom and who else? Not that Paco musclehead because he was at a different school. And Mike already knew the wrestling team and their coaches – did Pat really have sex with Farbersten? – were up to their balls in this growing scandal. And from everything that had happened with his son Mike's fate now hanging by a hair, all of these unspeakable disgustingly hot activities inevitably seemed to zero in on Mike. As well his teammates – and their coaches by association – were also involved in this sex scandal as well? How in samhill did all this even start? He remembered a few "issues" when he was in school – and how odd Steve suddenly resurfaces – but nothing like these recent events! So having Mike's best friend right here was just too good an opportunity to ignore. Too good to be true? Then he remembered damn! this very same kid's name was on his fucking list! Mike let his eyes linger on Tom's body long enough for Tom to catch Mike giving his crotch one or two not very casual looks. When Tom averted his eyes fast, Mike became more curious. He looked him over, a big round seventeen? eighteen year old? senior in Mike's class. But unlike Mike who was blond and seriously muscled, actually muscle bound he thought, this kid by contrast was brown-haired and what could only be described as "husky", his build well suited perfectly for football. A build similar to Pat's friend Mack, Mike realized with a shock. But Mack was a wrestler and this guy was a football player, a big lumpy almost chubby football player. Not what Mike would call "swimmer's build", and toned he was not. In another generation he would have been the class bully, the guy last picked to go to the prom because of his "glands", but his friendship with Mike was several years solid. And Mike would not be friends with someone who was a bully or a dumb clod would he? But it wasn't all baby fat, the kid had some shoulders on him, but he still looked several years younger than he was. Mike even doubted if he shaved more than twice a week. And here he was "babysitting" with these two much younger kids. Something was strange here and now Mike was determined to see what might slip out were he to start twisting some screws "but Sean knows sometimes I might just might be persuaded..."

"Yes! Perfect!" Timmy high-fived his cousin "you see! I told you he – "

"But but BUT!" letting out a whistle "guys! If I stay IF if I stay and work out with you, I'll stay but" they all heard the shift "but! BUT! But this time" seeing a quick glance between Tom and Timmy "I call the shots" and Mike gave them a opening big enough for "not like last time when – "

"What happened last time?" and Tom took the bait.

"Man you shoulda see – " Timmy started in.

"What Timmy promised never to mention, remember?" he gave him his hardest look "or did you forget?"

"Forget what? What happened?" Tom started to jab the answer out of Timmy.

"I uh I mean uh let's say – "

"Timmy!"

"Let's say Sean's dad is cool, okay? He's... cool" and the way Timmy underlined the word made it sound like a code word between them.

"Well we're gonna see just how `cool' I really am" Mike went over to the weight bench and took some plates off the bar. He found the second barbell discarded behind some chairs, cleaning the slippery grease off it before he put the same weight amount on that one. He knew he wanted to get this happening and did not have all night so Mike squeezed again "we agree I call the shots? I decide who does what?"

"Well it depends" and it was Sean of all people putting on the breaks. Right away his sudden reticence cast some doubt on what Pat had told his dad the night before, how Sean would all but eat out of his hand.

"Agree or not? I am the boss here, boys. Sean?"

"Fine" almost shrugging his shoulders, innocent and blase.

"I'm in!" of course Timmy was over-eager to see what all this meant.

"We'll see" and if Tom didn't give Mike a long look. Or rather his crotch.

"Time to face the music guys. First thing is... yeah first dress code" Mike was going to enjoy this part. He already knew what that redheaded kid was capable of, but again how would his son's friend feel about it when he said "I'm thinking it's warm enough in here we don't need more than shorts to keep us... cool."

"Dad?" Sean just about choked.

"Okay?' and then he did it. Hell, after all big Mike O'Toole had already done standing in front of Timmy and his son, yanking his t-shirt over his head was getting to be second nature. But when he unbuckled his pants and right then and there lowered them, he knew this was going to happen. He felt three sets of bugeyes on his smeared crotch and then naked ass as he went over to the dryer and pulled out a pair of Sean's running shorts. He knew they were ten sizes too small but desperate times, he told himself. When he turned back and faced them he gave them his best innocent adult look "what?"

"D-d-dad..." Sean was red and barely breathing. He was still trying to believe he and Timmy had gotten his dad to show his stuff that night before, but this! Sean could not believe his dad was suddenly so casual about showing off his body, but Sean was eating it all up in a big way. Like all those years of fantasizing what he would look like were coming true. And the reality was so much more intense than the fantasy. Sean realized that Saturday with his brothers and that big hairy coach guy had shaken something loose. And now this?

"You see, my sons..." Mike looked at Tom, or rather his crotch "are used to a rather strict, and I'm learning to see as... out-dated, dress code I enforced down here, so these guys are never supposed to work out without an adult. And..." staring at Tom "even going shirtless used to be forbidden. But then I'm sure Mike informed you of that, right Tom?"

"T-t-tommy" he stood there, his face as flushed as Timmy, but Tom was no pale-skinned redhead.

"You are always so eager to get me to join you down here and..." Mike turned to Timmy "just the shorts Timmy."

"But..."

"Remember who's boss here..."

"I won't get in trouble?" he asked Sean. Sean tried to find the words. It was then he decided to throw all caution out the window.

"Did you last time when...?"

"What HAPPENED last time? Timmy?" Tom looked back and forth, his eyes like pinballs going tilt.

"Tim! Dress code. Now!" Mike barked getting Timmy's attention fast.

"Sean?" Timmy was caught in the crosshairs now.

"Hey remember it was your idea, Tim the Flint" Sean signaled him he was totally aware of his condition. Deep down inside Sean suspected sooner or later somebody was going to put the breaks on all of this. But damn if he would be the one!

"Damn..."

"Rule number two" Mike again looked at Tom "any swearing means ten jumping jacks."

"Okay" Timmy thought he had a reprieve and starting jumping.

"First, dress code bud!"

"No!"

"Do it" Sean averted his eyes, like he was making his friend any more embarrassed then he was "it's... cool..."

"D-I mean darn..." and then it was Timmy's problem standing there yanking off his t-shirt, seeing Sean was not going to save his ass now. After all Sean was right; Timmy had nagged and pestered and even gone so far as playing with Sean's cock, even putting it in his mouth once when Sean started to change his mind. Timmy thought Sean was sexy, his brothers were sexy, but his dad... man!

Again Mike saw that ripped toned blue-veined alabaster skin. But what really caught his eye was scrutinizing Tom's reaction to that flesh. And Mike was watching him like a hawk when he heard the snaps on Timmy's jeans and then the sound of those jeans hitting the floor. He almost could see Timmy's bone reflected in Tom's wide eyes!

"Okay we all know that's... cool..." Mike looked at his son and nodded at his clothes "down here as long as no body NOBODY!" staring at Tom "breathes a word. Okay Sean you know it's..."

"Cool... yeah I'm the slow learner, remember?" but Sean was indeed learning. Learning that guys would do the most impossible, the most forbidden things imaginable, if the situation were right, if everything came together just so. Even his dad could be forced – no not forced more squeezed –to do things Sean only imagined a few marginal guys at school might actually do. But then he saw his brothers and that coach do things Sean dared not allow himself to think could happen in broad daylight. And those stories Timmy made up about him and his cousin here, well Sean knew that was just stupid bragging but why? What was Timmy getting at unless he really did want to do even more sex shit with Sean like he implied he did with his cousin. So Sean made a point of undoing his shirt one slow button at a time, using the excuse of watching Tom's reaction to avoid catching his dad's reaction. Because once his dad saw him really stripping down it would all be over; his dad would whistle a stop to this and then boy oh boy, Sean would really hear about it! So when he pulled down his pants and then his briefs as well, his healthy cut hardon bobbing there, he got the reaction from Tom he expected. Now he knew all those bullshit stories Timmy told him about messing with his cousin contained a hint of truth! Because the big lummox was not jeering him or looking away in embarrassment; he was all but drooling with wide-eyed lust! Sean reminded himself this was his brother Mike's best friend standing there all actually ogling his body, and that answered several more questions. So the days of hiding his hardon, hiding his "issues" about what he did with Timmy, what happened with him and his brothers, it was all out in the open now. He went over to the dryer feeling his dad's burning gaze on his smooth butt, he reached into the dryer and pulled out a pair of plaid boxers. In a millisecond Mike recognized them as his! If his son had his boxers down here that could only mean one of several things; Mike almost expected to see Sean's cum stains on them. But the loud whistle Sean expected to hear never came. Instead he heard,

"Okay Tom" his dad cleared his throat and turned to him "guess there's not a whole lot you haven't already seen – "

"Oh please Mister O'Toole y'gotta believe me I never – "

"Never what?"

"I mean hell, I mean we never – "

"You telling me you and my son never messed around?"

"Sean? Never!" but Mike knew Tom and his son Mike could be a different story.

"I believe you but remember these guys are young and..." looking at Timmy "they know no one NO ONE ever hears about this" and then it hit him! He went over to the ground-level windows and quickly closed the shade "Sean you better remember to do that from now on – "

"Dad!"

"Especially when you are... `exercising' down here, promise me? We clear on that? We don't want anyone up in the driveway seeing..."

Sean dreaded that his dad was making a reference to that Saturday when all three and that Kruisay guy were... Sean shook his head. He was hard enough without having to think about that! And finally getting to strip in front of his dad was keeping his heart working double time. From never seeing his dad so much as bare-chested to seeing him all but stripped naked twice in the same week was just about causing Sean's head to explode. What the hell did he start when he went nuts Saturday with Pat's coach. Okay seeing the big hairball was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see a real adult stripped to the shorthairs. But playing with his huge uncut cock – uncut just like his dad's! – Sean realized, well he did obviously something so lunatic-crazy to cause his whole world to just go kablooey! And it's not like word of what he did out at the park could have gotten around, so why was everyone giving him the weirdest looks at school suddenly? And why was his friend Timmy all of sudden so horny reckless? Oh, that's right, he always was. But Sean never had the nerve, or the privacy, to act on it. Well those walls were crashing down around him, in a big scary grown-up way. And Sean knew he just knew most or all of this was his doing.

"Well Tom?" Mike looked at him and saw the fear in his eyes "so far you are doing one lousy job of babysitting your cousin here. No don't say it, we're cool remember? Cool" dragging out the word "and you all eager to squeeze the story out of Tim well now you opened that can of worms so what's it gonna be? You gonna play ball with us or not?"

"Mister O'Toole, you gotta believe – "

"And I should not even have to tell you that means Mike never hears about this either. NOBODY ever gets wind of this and your..." clearing his throat "your `coolness' stays in this basement. Now dress code!"

"Mister O'Toole – "

"Mike call me – no call me..." Mike rubbed his chin seeing Tom hesitate with his shirt "huh guys? What did you call me that other time? What should Tomboy – "

"UC!" Timmy blurted out.

"UC?" he looked at him "what's that – "

"Uncut, for your dick."

Mike chuckled and returned his gaze to Tom's crotch "okay call me UC. Now it's time we see. Do it!"

"Mister um... UC... promise you won't – "

"We're cool Tomboy. Now! Dress code!"

"I'm already regretting this, but then I'm already so fu-sorry" but Tom Brunner, big round friend of Mike junior, son of Coach Brunner yanked his shirt over his head, buttons flying as his big round and hairless – as Mike thought – belly came into view. Mike was almost surprised he had hair under his arms the way the rest of him looked. But in spite of all his baby fat, Mike could see muscles straining under his chest and shoulders. He hesitated at his belt, but knowing it was useless he dropped his jeans and crouched down to pull them and his shoes off. For a long long time he hesitated and stayed bent over before he slowly stood up and wearing just his white briefs he wavered, his very stiff five inches pushing out the front, several stains spotting the front already "okay? OKAY?" taunting them to make a comment about his undersized dick.

"Mike don't mind" Mike nodded "your cousin don't mind, Sean you got any – "

"Fuck no!" he slammed his hand over his mouth "oops!"

"Okay you two ten now!" turning to Timmy and Sean "now!"

"Wow" but Tom's eyes were glued to them starting to jump up and down, their respective cocks bobbing in time. Well at least Sean's, Timmy's stayed plastered in an upright position tight against his belly.

While the two of them continued their jumping jacks Mike went over to Tom and guided him over to the dryer. He reached inside until he found another pair of Sean's running shorts,

"These should be better than... those, okay?"

"C'mon Mister – UC, you can see my problem here okay?"

"So you ain't hung like..."

"Like you? Like Mike?" spilling more beans.

"It ain't your cock, it's your head okay?" nodding at Tom until he pulled down his stained briefs and took the shorts from him. As Mike guessed his cock was maybe five or six inches hard. Not counting the inch or so of flesh hanging over the end. But the dark hairs on his pubes and balls could almost be counted individually "if your head is screwed on right, all the rest will follow okay?"

"Well it still sucks" he pulled up the shorts and as he suspected there were tight on him. Tight enough he was showing dick as bad as Mike was "I mean..."

"I know what you mean and" Mike grabbed him and directed him back to the group his hand on that round burning ass "it's... cool."

"You won't tell Mike promise!" he whispered.

"But he already has seen – "

"Not this" he grabbed himself and there was the first stain on Sean's clean shorts "about y'know them... this" nodding around the room.

"Not unless you do, we clear on that?"

"Fuck okay."

"Ten now" Mike chuckled "guys it's Tom's turn now."

"Okay" Sean slowed and finished. He was taking twice as long as Timmy, mainly because he was watching Timmy. But he was really watching the exchange between his dad and his brother's friend. He had never seen Tom as more than this big blowhard coming and going from Mike's bedroom, always ready to give Sean a boxing or a headlock. If not blurt out the latest embarrassing incident at school that Tom always seemed to get wind of. Sean knew he did not do it to be mean, just enough to remind Sean he was bigger and could make Sean cringe if he wanted. All bark and, mercifully, little bite. So seeing him all but naked was too much for Sean. So he wasn't endowed with a Pat-sized dick, Sean did not care about that. But seeing that beefy ass bared over by the dryer and now seeing it in his own shorts was keeping his cock very very hard.

"Sorry but these shorts are y'know and they're rubbing right against my head and ..." and if Tom did not pull the front of those shorts down and tuck them under his smooth red balls "it ain't worth bothering about okay?" and then big Tom Muller did his ten jumping jacks, his fat bone not budging an inch sticking straight out as he did his ten. When he finished he pulled the shorts back up, and there was stain number two "okay? You don't gotta say it, I heard it all before."

"But never naked with that red boner when you did it, huh?" Sean knew what he said. He could feel Timmy's shocked stare.

"Yeah maybe" was all Tom said.

"Okay guys remember I'm still calling the shots here" Mike looked around the room, trying to ignore Timmy's constant stares at his crotch "now we got three hardons here – okay three and a half – and" rubbing himself knowing those shorts were hiding nothing "so I'll let you dudes choose. But I suggest you choose carefully. Either we get some exercises in, or we stop kidding ourselves and get right into what it seems everyone is thinking but no one has the nads to come out and – "

"Unlike all you guys with your hot bodies" Tom rolled his eyes "some of us need to work on keeping ourselves from turning into complete blimps okay?"

"So you saying you want to work out?"

"That too" and then it was Tom's turn to stare at Mike's crotch "okay?"

"Awww..." of course it was Timmy pissed his cousin was putting on the breaks "since when – "

"But!" he raised his hands before Timmy gave him shit "but but! Just so you don't think I'm the wet blanket, before you think I ain't denying what some guys want to happen here" and he went to his backpack and pulled out a pack of cards.

"Hi low" Mike blurted out.

"How you know about – "

"I saw it on cable" Mike lied.

"What?!?!" from around the room.

"Kidding kidding" Mike laughed "but yeah..." he looked at Sean "you know about...?"

"No" he lied.

"Explain it to my sheltered innocent son here" Mike smirked "Tom?"

"Okay" he pulled out the cards, eager for a chance to sit down and hide his crotch "we each pick a card. High card makes low card answer a question or do a dare."

"Really?" Sean looked at his dad "anything?"

"Unless the two middle cards veto" Tom continued.

"No vetoes" Mike raised his voice "not tonight guys. I think we're all way past that point. We've all seen each other naked and hard already –"

"Except you" came from both Timmy and Tom!

"Jinx" Timmy looked at his cousin. Then it hit him. Mike looked at Sean "when did you – "

"Never" Sean lied "I just never – "

"Okay guys no vetoes at this late stage. So that's the order of the day. Agreed?"

"Wow" Tom looked at his cousin "you didn't tell me he was – "

"How would I know?"

"I thought you said – "

"You said what exactly?" now Mike was pissed "you were told not to say a word about – "

"All I said was the three of us worked out kinda y'know half-naked is all, right?" looking at his cousin to save his butt.

"That's all he said" Tom looked at him with an evil glare "but the little rat implied if you wouldn't have been interrupted things would have gotten... y'know... more..."

"Well we won't be interrupted tonight" Mike let it sink in "so you'll see if things really do get x-rated."

"Like me doing jumping jacks naked and boned is g-rated" Tom shook his head. Timmy was right; he never said they did sex shit but he kept hinting he wanted to, how Sean's dad – Mike's dad – was the stud of the family. Even more than Mike, Timmy kept implying. And once he got Tom's interest, he was able to get him to follow that baited hook into... well this for one.

"Okay guys we're burning time here" and he directed them to those loaded barbells. Knowing there was no competition – no sexual penalties for anyone not doing the sufficient amount, unlike Tom and Mike's other workouts – all four were able to take turns with whatever weight amount they chose until those curls got their biceps popping. When they all hit the wall, Mike called a break.

"Okay guys two minute piss break."

"Or not" it was Sean "save it maybe..."

"Piss or not up to you" Mike knew this was going to get serious as soon as he got back "we cut when I return we clear?" and he was up the stairs two at a time. He regretted it as soon as he got to the kitchen, feeling the ripped seam in his crack as he pulled the cold drinks from the refrigerator. He washed his hands from the drying glue still in his butt and then put the bottles in a bucket and went back down the stairs, hearing his wife and daughter making a bit of noise in Jenna's bedroom. And they complain about the basement? he laughed. To make sure there would be no untimely interruptions this time, he flipped the latch on the basement door as he went back down "okay guys fish or cut bait. Last chance to bail cause from here on things get..."

"We know dad" Sean looked around the room "it's you we think is gonna cave first."

"One way to find out" and if big Mike O'Toole set down his bucket and shuffled the cards. He removed one. It was the seven of clubs "guys?"

"Okay here goes..." and Sean took a card. The three of diamonds. Mike saw that and knew sooner or later he was going to see his youngest son in the same position as Pat last night, with someone's cock opening his ass "can't say I didn't see that coming..."

"Speaking of cumming" and then it was Timmy yanking a card fast. He threw down his seven of diamonds with disgust "up to you" looking at Tom.

"Okay this stuff never leaves the room, we clear on that" and there was Tom's Jack of Hearts. And there was yet another burp of precum on Tom's front.

"Just remember this is my son here, okay Tom?"

"Okay Mister – UC yeah that idea is front and center" Tom turned bright red "okay Timmy on the bench!"

"Hey I didn't –"

"We're doing bench presses now" Tom looked at Mike "unless you..."

"What exactly are you planning?"

"Bench presses, okay?"

"What about me?"

"You go after Timmy" which is what they did. First Timmy did a set of presses, waiting for something bad to happen. Then when Sean took his place flat on his back, his boner prominent in his shorts, they all expected Tom to deliver the sucker punch. They waited and waited and when Sean finally finished they all exchanged very nervous looks. And when Tom just took his place next, tent and all, the suspense was as thick as the smell of oversexed guys in such close quarters. Because here was the high card flat on his back, each lift bringing the unspoken dare closer and closer. When he finished and pointed at the bench, Mike looked at Sean and then lay down next. With a confused look on his face he began a long series of lifts with the lesser weight until on his fourth he heard,

"Penalty time Sean!"

"But!"

"Keep going UC don't stop, that weight should be no problem for you but no matter what, you keep your hands on that bar got it?" seeing a slight nod as Mike slowed down but kept the bar rising and falling "now you!" pointing at Sean "your penalty, see that rip?"

"Y-y-y-yeah?"

"Them shorts gonna be like totally ruined when you rip it high enough you can get at your dad's... uc..."

"Huh?" from both Mike and Sean.

"Like I said you don't stop and those hands don't leave that bar, keep going!" but now Mike knew this was going to be between him and Sean "and Sean you rip that muther until you can get your dad's uc hard!"

"Wow!" Timmy gasped "he has to jack his dad!"

"No hands" and there was the sucker punch "with your mouth!"

"F-wow..." Tom stood there waiting for Mike to protest and jump to his feet calling a halt to this. But when he resumed his steady lifts, even when he felt the cooler air on his nuts as Sean found the hole between his dad's legs, then with both hands

"Hey no hands remember?"

And Sean saw the situation right away. He leaned down until his face was squeezed between his dad's thick hairy thighs and with everyone holding their breath, he got his teeth into the fabric and gave it a hard yank! He heard a hard gasp from his dad as his left thigh was exposed, but except for one hairy ball it did not work. Again Sean got a grip and this time yanked upwards towards his dad's heaving belly. This time both balls and that semi-swollen cock spilled out the opening.

"Do it! Do it Sean" Tom was all but straddling Mike's head his hand rubbing himself blatantly right above the barbell almost hitting him in the balls "suck your dad's cock. Lemme see that baby maker hard and shiny! Do it" but Sean's mouth was already on that foreskin covered head, feeling it swelling even more in his mouth, his nose swimming in those odors coming from his dad's sweaty crotch. Then he started a steady up and down motion, informing his dad this was not the first cock he had sucked. But those tentative – at first – and then later on those times like at the park when it was less than voluntary, those times when he felt a cock in his mouth were nothing compared to this. Sean had to pinch himself because in the span of a few days he went from finally – finally! – seeing his dad like he had only imagined. Naked with his big uncut cock exposed, bigger and scarier than his jack-off images. But never in a zillion years did Sean imagine he would even get his hands or mouth within a million miles of of that cock. And now here it was filling and hardening in his mouth, and the reality hit him. His dad was way too big to suck like Sean always fantasized. But even if it killed him this was going to be the most intense experience of his young short life. Because Sean could not imagine this ever happening again.

Mike bent his head backwards and could see that crotch right above him and then he felt that mouth on his cock and as the blood rushed into his chest and arms muscles, even more finished filling his cock until he could feel Sean's mouth start to struggle with its size. But feeling that mouth doing a frenzied job getting him totally boned, not experienced but too eager to hide Sean's true feelings, Mike knew that demon in Sean's head had been let loose now. Mike realized this was something Sean had been over-primed to do for how long? But what made it worse was Mike could feel himself getting closer and closer and if Sean did not stop he would,

"Okay enough! Stop!" Tom pulled his hand away from his own cock, right on the edge "we don't want him to cum and spoil all the fun!"

"Dad can cum a lot" Sean pulled his mouth away, not caring everyone saw him sucking dick like a totally sick little fuck.

"How you know – " Mike re-racked the bar sitting up so fast he almost damaged Tom's balls "what makes you think – "

"Okay stand up let's all see the great O'Toole fuck tool" Tom panted. When he saw that hard bone sticking straight out, shiny with Sean's spit he almost lost it. But not this time; no way he was going to be the first to splooge his guilt in front of witnesses, no not this time "wow that is something to see. Man if I had that I would never wear clothes! What I would give for a cock like that, wow! But seeing you get that thick hard meat sucked on by your own son wow wow and wow."

"Okay okay you got your show" Mike tried to stuff himself back in those ruined shorts but the way they were ripped, his goods would be on display the rest of the night "Tom wants more workouts, fine!" looking at him "besides I get the idea I was not the only one almost blowing their wad, right?"

"Maybe" Tom looked around the room "man four bones now. I am so glad you dragged me over here tonight?" but there was Mike senior pointing at those barbells again "what?"

"Squats" was all Mike said and it was him and Tom taking their turns first, seams ripping and sweat dripping until then it was Timmy and Sean, trying to do a competition until Mike told them to knock it off. But both were in a hurry to see who would get the next low card so after all of a minute they stopped and simultaneously grabbed cards.

Sean had a six of spades, and Timmy a hopeful ten of hearts. When Tom pulled his four of spades he wanted to hide it. Especially when he saw Mike's queen.

"Oh no..." but Tom knew his time to bail was long gone "can't say I didn't ask for this. Just go easy okay? I'm not used to..."

"To letting Mike fuck you?" and there it was! His dad knew all about his worst dirtiest secrets!

"No wait please I can explain!"

"What you and Mike do... that's for another day, we clear? Right now" he looked at that tube trapped in Timmy's waistband "seeing as how you had cocksucking on the brain before" waiting for the inevitable outbursts "and seeing how that thick fuckstick on you was ready to unload all over my face before – "

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to – "

"Having a kid's hard rod dripping on my face..." he looked at his son "well that's something... hmmm. well we'll see about that..." back to Tom "right now your penalty is to finally get that thing unstarched."

"Huh? What?" from Timmy as well.

"I need to draw you a picture!" pointing at the bench "you on your back now! Now Timmy!"

"But this is his penalty not mine!"

"Get him off" Mike narrowed his eyes "and yourself off first!"

"No!"

"Do it! Now!"

"Dad..."

"What?"

"Uh... nothing..." Sean would raise his objection another time. Instead he whispered with Timmy and after a quick exchange he convinced his friend to lie flat on that sweaty slippery bench and began to tug at his shorts.

"That's your cousin's job. Do it Tom."

"This sucks" Tom growled.

"That's up to you" Mike grabbed Sean and brought them over to Timmy's other side. They watched as Tom crouched down and with Timmy raising his hips, tugged those shorts down and off. Again Mike saw that long white veiny bright red mushroom-headed cock hard enough to punch holes in walls "and lose those shorts Tom. Do it!"

"Damn you Tim this is your fault" but Tom did not act like it was anyone's fault when his mouth descended on that rock-hard blue-veined cock, having to use one hand to pull it upwards from its constant state glued to his abdomen. The way both of them groaned when Tom's mouth began a fast and steady rhythm up and down the full length of that cock, even deep throating it to everyone's amazement, Mike's hand went to Sean's front and began a slow rubbing. Not enough to get him completely aroused but enough to communicate with him that their bodies were no longer off limits to each other. At least this is what he hoped. Either way enough to let his son know this was now about keeping everyone aroused and primed. When Sean's hand went to his dad's bare cock as well, Mike pulled it away. Sean grunted his surprise but Mike whispered,

"I cum real easy" and nodded at what Tom's mouth was doing to his cousin's cock.

Somehow the bright red tube was getting even bigger and redder, and that fat mushroom head looked like it would burst! But Mike saw Timmy's hips start to spasm as his thrusts up into that mouth grew more and more desperate.

"Pull your mouth away!" Mike barked "now!" and slowly Tom released his vice grip on that cock but continued to hold it upright. And the way he squeezed it and then could not help but run his tongue over those red-haired balls displayed Timmy's genitals in their maximum display. The two of them were panting and spasming now, for different reasons "Tom stand up straight!"

"No!" he groaned.

"Do it!" and he struggled his big bulk to his knees. Now they could see Tom was doing everything not to touch himself and they could see the reason why. His foreskin was now pulled all the way back, encircling the fat square head almost half the length of the entire shaft, but it was oozing a constant stream of semi-milky fluid like a faucet "on your feet and face him Tom!"

"Oh... oh... god" he turned until his crotch was right over the bright red pubes.

"Now put your hand around it. Do it!"

"Oh oh oh fuck!" as soon as his thick fist encircled the base, Tom's cock just exploded! The first three shots blew all the way across Timmy's front, hitting Mike in his face, then his chest and then all over his round belly. But even the shock of seeing what he had done did not stop that fat sausage from pumping out more and more, even though his hand was back on Timmy's cock, holding on for dear life and his cock burped again and again coating his wrist, his hand and then finally slowing down as it smeared Timmy's red pubes.

"Okay lick him clean. Now!" and Tom lowered himself down until his tongue was all over those smeared pubes and it did not take any more commands for Tom's mouth and Timmy's cock to be joined like they were never separated. This time Timmy's bucking up into Tom's mouth did not stop until Timmy screamed and grabbed the back of his head, his muscles spasming his load deep into Tom's mouth as he gagged and pulled his mouth off wretching and gagging, Timmy's load spewed all over that tight corded belly as that red rocket continued two or three more gobs of bright white cream drooling down its length.

"You okay?" Mike came around and grabbed Tom's shoulders.

"Damnit okay? OKAY?" Tom was red and almost crying "okay? You HAPPY NOW?!" he pulled away and dove for his clothes, trying to pull them on before anyone could see how deeply upset he was. He ran over to the dryer trying to crawl into a corner.

"You're not leaving!"

"Try and stop me!" Tom shot back "okay? You saw, okay? I'm a sick fuck, a sick cocksucker okay? Who can't even suck cock right? Okay?"

"You're not sick, nobody here is sick!"

"Well I am!" he glared at his cousin "the only reason anyone likes me is when I suck them off. Then they spit in my face and tell the fat faggot to go to hell!"

"Did my son ever say that? He ever do that?" Mike grabbed him, stopping him from pulling up his jeans "did he? Did Mike ever – "

"No but – "

"Did Tommy over there ever – "

"Hell no!" Timmy yelled from the bench slowly getting to his feet "he's my cousin for crissakes, I would never – "

"Then who did? Huh Tom who did?"

"I I uh I c-c-can't say but..." trying to pull away from Mike then finally giving in to his steel grip, out of steam and losing to Mike's superior muscle. At least he wasn't crying, Mike thought. But he was that upset.

"Okay then stop it goddamnit STOP IT! You've been beating yourself up for what?" Mike looked around the room "anybody here think Tom's sick?"

"Hell no" Sean shrugged. Jumping jacks were not a problem anymore "do you have any idea how hot it was to finally see you naked and – "

"Big disappointment huh?"

"Mike's big bruiser friend, I finally get to see naked! Naked and even hard!"

Tom could not face him "big cocksucker with a poor excuse for a dick, right?"

"Okay your days of beating yourself up are over done, right here, right now got it?" Mike grabbed his shoulder.

"Yeah right..."

"GOT IT?" Mike actually shook the big guy. And none too gently "GOT? IT?"

"Okay okay you don't gotta kill me, damn..."

"You're my son's best friend, everyone here thinks you're a good guy, a sexy guy – "

"Stop saying that! I'm not!"

"Guys? Show of hands?" and there was no doubt Timmy's hand shot up. Almost as high as that dick which still was not going down. It might not be pointing straight up, but as for getting the starch out, that was not happening. And Sean's hand was a quick second. Seeing that Mike's hand went up too.

"You're all full of shit!"

"Believe me" Mike looked at Timmy "damn kid don't that thing ever go down?"

"Not from one blowjob it don't" Tom shook his head "it takes at least – "

"Don't say it shut up!"

"See?" Mike grabbed his shoulder and marched him back to the center of the room "you got at least one guy who would – "

"But that's all he – "

"You think the only reason people want to be around you is to get sucked off?"

"Seems that way sometimes..."

"You think the only reason your fellow football players want – "

"Don't talk about them!"

"Okay" Mike had another fear confirmed. This sex mess was extending to the football team as well. The wrestling team – the whole athletic program was compromised! Which means his son Mike either had been forced to do things, or would be shortly. One way or the other that scholarship was now only one of several runaway trains heading their way "okay but whatever else has been going on, your teammates would not have you on the team unless you were a good ball player okay? And from what Mike says you're good in school. Damn, how many times you got him to study, help him with his grades?"

"Maybe once or twice..." he looked around the room "so you guys are serious, you really don't want to send the slob packing now you know...?"

"Hell no!" Sean looked at his dad "c'mon dad make him stay. We want him here okay?"

"I can't make you stay" Mike kept his arms around those shoulders "that's your call. But I'll say this" looking at Timmy's still red cock now horizontal at least "it's like totally grade school crybaby to just shoot off and then go running and hiding, okay? A real man" rocking those shoulders for emphasis "a real man, is able to hold his ground and face the music okay? And if that means to keep going even if he already shot off, then that's what he gotta do, okay? It's not full balls that make a hero, it's a guy who can rise to the occasion even when his balls are two scared prunes, you understand?"

"Yes no maybe that don't make sense I don't know..."

"While you think about it have this" handing him a less cold drink "relax, chill a minute."

"But you ain't leaving" Timmy insisted.

"That's up to your cousin, okay?" Mike saw Tom sit down on a chair and take a swig and then a second. Finally Tom looked around the room and then at Mike "um... okay... what next?" color returning to his face.

"Oh... kay..." Mike looked around the room and then at Tom "with shoulders like those I bet it would be amazing to see you do some..."

"I rule lat flies" and Tom knew he fell into Mike's trap. He saw Mike's smile "okay you're right..." he got to his feet and grabbed two dumbbells, Mike doing the same. Of course Mike tired first. Then it was the turn for Sean and Timmy, but the weights were too much for them and they barely got twenty between them.

"Sorry I forgot..." and if Tom did not drop his pants and put on Sean's too tight shorts again. He was not hard, but his junk was still pushing out the front. He grabbed a card but did not show it to anyone. His expression made that superfluous.

"That bad huh?" Timmy grabbed one and yeah "yes!" showing everyone his king of hearts. And there was Sean's eight of hearts next. Finally when everyone was looking at him Mike picked his card. It was a four of clubs!

"Yes!" Timmy threw his arms up "I'm so glad I already shot off because – "

"You forgetting?" Mike knew he was in trouble but not from Timmy and his eternal bone "well Tom?"

"Um... er... you serious about... no... um... no vetoes?"

"Depends on what – "

"No vetoes right?"

"Okay guys..." Mike looked around the room "we all knew tonight was going to get rough and you all agreed to stay and part of that..." looking at Tom "was no vetoes. Yeah Tom... no vetoes."

"You sure?" and there was a big fat Ace of Hearts.

"I'm sure, why what's my penalty?" looking from the card to Sean "got a feeling this is going to be more than you can handle, okay Sean?"

"He said no vetoes, so what's it...?"

"Okay well remember I gave you the out" he looked at the bench "there."

Mike gave Sean a look and then went over and sat down on it, feeling the sweat and cum and everything smearing it and making it slippery as hell. Then he heard,

"No. On your stomach" and there it was. There was a gasp and grunts that went around the room, the moment hanging in the air. Would he do it? Would big Mike O'Toole actually – and then he did it! He pulled off the ripped shorts and spread his big form down on the bench face down.

"Fuck..." from Tom and Sean both "damn he's gonna... actually..."

"You got any...?" Tom looked around until he saw a length of clothesline hanging from a hook behind the washer gathering dust. He grabbed it hoping Mike did not see what he was doing but when he turned Mike was looking right at him. Tom held his breath waiting for it, waiting for Mike's dad to say "are you nuts?" but he just lowered his head until his cheek was pressed against the smelly padded seat. Tom took several steps over to him and grabbed one hand, pulling it up to the barbell, expecting it to be yanked away and replaced by a fist to his jaw. Like it was not real, like it was not really happening Tom continued to tie those big arms up to the rack and that barbell until Mike had no where to go.

"Y-y-you're not gonna... I mean..." Timmy was more than happy to see Sean's dad naked and boned. That was all he would have come for tonight. But getting a blowjob on top of it, that was more than he ever hoped for! But now it looked like he was actually going to see the big adult actually, no, Timmy could not imagine Sean's dad would allow –

"I'm not" Tom went over to his cousin "but you are!"

"What?"

"No! That's my dad!"

"Sean, stay or leave but this is what happens when you throw away the veto" Tom did not know if it was actually possible but he would never have another chance to see guys actually buttfuck! "Sean is there any grease or cream around here like – "

"No um... I mean..."

"In your bathroom Sean" they heard come from the bench "body lotion."

"No... please dad..." but Tom was already there and back with a bottle of lotion in his hand.

"Here" handing it to Sean "now here's the deal. If you can do it, if you can lube your dad – your dad's butthole and not get hard... then um..."

"You will untie him?" Sean never ever thought things would come to this. The worst part was as soon as he saw his dad's ass there, his legs spread on either side of the bench, that Saturday when that Coach did to Pat what Tom was planning to do to his dad, the two images became superimposed and his cock sprang right up! He knew he was betraying his dad, condemning his to a horrible fate, but all he kept seeing was Pat on that bench, his ass being plowed by that big hairy thick-muscled and there was Sean's fingers rubbing deep into Krusay's – no his dad's! – ass and then he saw it. His dad's hole was sticky with something white and tacky and all Sean could think was: is that cum? How can there be cum in dad's hairy crack? Before he could stop himself there was lotion poured up and down that crease and then his finger was inside that hole. But Sean freaked when he felt how loose it was! And Sean had enough stuff up his own butt to know that could only mean his dad, his dad! had things up his ass! And tonight! Who could have fucked his dad tonight? Sean felt one greased finger, then two then three enter that burning hot hole, the body lotion mixing with the white sticky residue until it really did look like cum! Any chance of his own cock not getting hard was out the window. The same window as any chance of not smearing that residue and crouching there jacking with the other hand. Then a shadow was over his shoulder taking the lotion from him. Sean tore his hand away from his dad's crack and then things got even more impossible! Because Tom handed the lotion to Timmy!

"Do it!" Tom's hand was now on Sean's dick "you wanna see this, huh? This thing sure says you do" ignoring Sean's expression. Even when he saw his friend Timmy actually smear the lotion down on his cock and start to rub it up and down his length, his eyes on Sean.

"Please Timmy don't... it's my dad..."

"Maybe he wants to hear if this" holding his smeared greased cock out from his crotch "ever done this before, huh? Maybe we should – "

"No!"

"Okay then this is what happens" Timmy laid down on top of Mike's back, lining up his crotch with Mike's spread asscrack. He reached down and bent his cockhead until he felt it find some really greased spot. As soon as he found the hole he simply plunged the full length deep inside that hole with one greasy lunge.

"Wow he's doing it!" Tom waited to hear the loud scream, but it never came! He could not believe this was actually happening, getting a real adult, Mike's dad on top of it! to just lie there and get buttfucked! He could not believe he was actually seeing this! There was his friend's dad lying there taking his long-dicked cousin all the way to the root! And then he realized Mister O'Toole – UC! – still was not screaming his lungs out like he did when – but instead the big guy just groaned and tensed and even flexed his back and ass muscles as Timmy just lay there, too red and shocked to move a muscle. Tom moved around until his crotch was right over Mike's head, rubbing his cock back and forth across his balding spot and then things went nuts when Mike tilted his head back and opened his mouth! Never in a million years would Tom have believed Mike's dad would suck dick and then he watched his cock enter that mouth! He felt a tongue start to swirl around the inside of his foreskin until Tom had no choice but to feel it swell and harden. He heard a grunt and there was Timmy looking at him, then his cock slowly going in and out of that mouth and Timmy gasped and bucked his hips and pressed down hard, his tight ass muscles spasming and quivering as his load surprised him by shooting off before he could pull out.

"You you ... you came?" Sean could not believe his friend just ejaculated into his dad's ass! "Timmy?"

"Oh fuck I couldn't help it! It was just too too..."

"Okay pull out!" Tom moved like someone half his size until he was pulling Timmy up, his cock finally coming free of that hole with a loud pop! Before anyone said a word it was Tom's cock pressing into that cum-smeared hole. This time Mike gasped feeling the much fatter cock jabbed him painfully. But he hardly had a chance to adjust to the girth of that fat head before he felt another splattering of hot jism flooding his very sore ass. The way it was mixing with the glue and the lotion and his own juices made his cock spasm against the slippery padding. If he was not careful he could blow his load if this kept up. But he knew Tom's short fuse had saved him from that betrayal. When he felt the cold air sting his exposed hole he groaned and writhed on that bench, tied and at their mercy.

"Sean!"

"What?" Sean looked at Tom with a certain amount of panic, seeing where he was pointing as he stood there cleaning his crotch with his dad's, or his, ripped shorts "no... please..."

"Do it! You'll never get this chance again!"

"But he's my dad!"

"Like he can say no okay?" Tom grabbed Mike's head and rubbed it against his barely clean junk "huh? You want us to stop? Huh UC yes or no?" and barely audible they heard a deep tormented groan from Mike. It was not a yes they all heard. So when Tom pointed again, it all came back to Sean. What happened here Saturday, the park with that Odd Job guy, everything between him and Timmy everything! Before he knew what he had done it was his cockhead that was pressing into that ass, the hairy ass he only saw in his jackoff fantasies, never more that covered with clothes or once or twice maybe a towel! And now here it was completely bare and spread, greasy and smeared with cum! And how his cockhead looked just pointing at it, his flesh so different than his dad's – his dad's! It was his dad's ass that was swallowing his cockhead, that ring was his dad's ass Sean pressed into it and the way it gripped and tightened around Sean's cock, so hot and slick like nothing Sean would have believed! It was his cock that was pistoning in and out of that hole leaking Tom's cream and Timmy's cream and before he could stop himself it was his cream also pumping deep into that tight hole, almost milking his cock until it got so sensitive Sean had to pull out! When his eyes cleared he looked up and he had to rub them because there was his dad lying beneath him. But his hands were no longer tied.

"Dad!" Sean realized he had penetrated his dad, and his dad had every chance to pull away. And he did not!

"Okay, up Sean!"

"Dad..." Sean rolled off him. As soon as he did Mike was up onto his feet wobbling slightly. Before anyone said boo, Mike was off to the bathroom.

"Sean!" Tom leaned down "look!"

"What?" and then all three looked at the bench. Because smeared all over it was what could only be a thick mix of lotion... and cum! Did his dad actually shoot his load getting fucked? Getting fucked by Sean? He looked at Tom and then they heard the toilet flush and before they could move there was his dad and boy did he looked pissed.

"Look dad I'm sorry, we got carried away we never meant – "

"Last! Time!" and Mike growled at them as he took a card. But Sean was too distracted seeing something dripping from the end of his dangling dick. He pointed at the card "do it!" and Sean's shaking hand picked one. A six of hearts?

"Aren't we supposed to work out first?" Tom tried to stall for time. But he could gauge Mike's mood and he knew he had no choice but to pick a card. Ten of spades. Then it was Timmy's turn and with the most bravado he could muster he picked one. Six of diamonds.

"No fair do over!" he yelled already reaching for the deck.

"Tell me again the rules?" Mike looked at Tom, turning over his card. Ten of Hearts "two low cards...?"

"The same high cards both get to assign a penalty..."

"And two tied for low?" but Mike already knew the answer. Tom nodded and mumbled,

"Yeah both."

"Okay unlike you three I'm not about gangbanging..." looking at Tom "or getting three dudes to empty their nuts up my ass!"

"Look okay we're sorry we got carried away okay?"

"You got carried away" Mike grabbed Tom's chin "even though you just shot your load ten minutes before is that right?"

"Yeah but I mean..." seeing Mike's expression, seeing the slightest sliver of a smile, and then if the big guy didn't give him a quick wink! "oh shit! Oh my god I did!"

"And you sure got hard fast when I was... when I was cocksucking! And then you were even hard enough to pop my ass and tell me you didn't blow your load – your second load! – in me, am I right?"

"Oh my god... I... shit... I did" he could not contain his reaction "I did, didn't I?"

"Bingo" Mike slapped him on the back, almost toppling him "now as for your two. Time for you to face the music!"

"Can we rest? Just for a sec?" Timmy whined.

"Like this ever rests, huh?" Mike gave that tube a slow yank. Even with two orgasms under his belt, the kid was still not completely soft "so which one of you is going to go first?" pointing at the bench.

"Dad no!"

"No please!" Timmy suddenly realized it was his turn to get tied down and fucked.

"Yeah just like you did to me! Tied down and then three guys pump you full of cum. So Timmy you want to take this up your ass?" Mike waved his cock in his face "you all eager and horny, bugging Sean to talk him into getting me naked and hard, huh? You could not keep your eyes or your hands" turning to Tom "yeah that's your cousin's big secret okay? I don't know what bull he told you but all he got was a quick feel in, but yeah having his hand, having two hands" nailing Sean in his gaze "on my muscle got me hot enough to fuck somebody's ass. Okay Timmy this is what you wanted, so get onto that bench!"

"No please dad not that okay?"

"You telling me you two never had anything up your asses?"

"Maybe" Timmy still tried his bravado act. But Mike realized that is all it was, a big fake act.

"Doubt it" nailing Tom next "cause I'd be fucked if I'm not the only guy in this room that had a dick up his ass! Oh that's right, I was! And I am! And you three are all party to that now. Because as much as you been thinking about it" looking at Tom "your eyes have been bigger than your... you and Mike, no. As much as you been thinking about it! And you!" turning back to Timmy "I think you're all talk. Because if you have you would not be so eager to repeat it because it hurts like hell, right Sean?"

"Me?"

"It hurt like hell when he tried didn't it?" nodding at Timmy. But Sean was not looking at Timmy; he was looking at the floor, then Mike's crotch, then back to the floor "yeah as I thought. You never did either" Mike lied. Sean's expression was so dramatic Mike knew something major was up "okay Timmy on the bench."

"No! Please dad..."

"I thought you were all into playing rough. So let's see who screams first when – "

"Enough okay?" Tom stepped in front of Mike.

"Okay..." Mike took a step back. Because the last thing he wanted to do was unravel all his work so far "okay but..."

"But what?" Sean was the most relieved. Because his dad was just about to blurt out something Sean did not want exposed in front of those two `what dad?"

"Either the bench now or..."

"Or what?" but Timmy was not all posture and cockiness now "what do you want instead?"

"Your choice" looking at Timmy but watching Sean out of the corner of his eye "either tonight you both take three cocks until you wish you never messed with me or..."

"Or something even worse, right?" Tom feared the worst.

"Not... worse necessarily..." looking at all three "but now we all know all of us got our hidden sexual kinks out there in the open, for others to see, right?"

"M-m-maybe..."

"We all got secrets to hide right?"

"You threatening to tell my dad?" Timmy gulped "cause he would – "

"No that's not what I am proposing..."

"What are you proposing, exactly?" Tom knew something bad was coming "what must they do instead?"

"You" looking at Timmy "you" his son Sean next "and you..."

"Me? Why me?" Tom was too big to shiver.

"Either it gets bad tonight or..." time to deliver the ultimatum "or sometime in the future, maybe tomorrow maybe next week..."

"What?"

"I snap my fingers and you pay the piper, that's all there is to it. Either things get ugly now, you find out how bad it feels to be dicked over and over or..."

"What do you mean, pay the piper?" Tom started to sweat.

"You pay off your debt, you do you penalty. On my terms" Mike could smell their panic "like a favor..."

"It's gonna be – I mean is has to be something sexual, huh?"

"You can bet on it!"

"But doing what?"

"What's worse? Getting dicked by three guys tonight or... something maybe not so painful but" looking right at Tom's still bare crotch "something maybe actually requiring guts, or more than guts, not just a..." grabbing his own crotch and waving his dick at them "not just a higher pain threshold."

"Guts? Pain threshold?"

"I take the second" Sean nodded "cause I think what you're doing it playing with our heads a bit, dad. Either we choose what we know is gonna really hurt, something more pain than turn-on. Or..." looking at the other two "something in our heads, something we can only fantasize about, is that it dad?"

"I always knew you were the smart one of the family" looking at the other two "well?"

"And my dad never finds out, right?"

"Only if you tell him, right."

"Then no one knows right?" Tom bit his finger "like Mike, Mike will never know, right?"

"Maybe, maybe not" and he left it there "up to you, your call. So?"

"Okay fine you win" Timmy looked at Sean "like Sean, the second thing."

"You?" Mike turned to Tom "well?"

"Well if those two are bailing" he looked around for his cards "I got no choice here so yeah" he picked up the cards "last chance?"

"What? Are you crazy?" Timmy looked at his cousin "are you nuts? Mike UC here already got us by the balls! You want to give him even more to hang us with?"

"Only... only ONLY if HE wins" and if Tom didn't pick a card "chance of one out of four, like you said, if you got the balls?"

"Yeah I got the balls" and Mike took a card but did not show anyone.

"This is so completely totally nuts, I'm only digging myself deeper" but then Timmy took a card. He looked at it with a puzzled look.

"This evening is SO not what I was expecting" but then Sean took a card as well.

"Well?" Mike looked around the room "what's it gonna be? What you guys holding?"

"This" there was Timmy's ten of clubs. Followed by Sean's six of hearts.

"Guess I'm yours" Mike threw down his two of hearts "but just in case you think you're home free now no matter what happens next, you guys are still owing me that favor. All of you!"

"Except me" and Tom threw down his king of hearts!

"Hmm damn" Mike looked like Tom tricked him at his own game "damn you win. Okay fine what's my penalty? I got a feeling I know what" looking at the bench "on my face again, right?"

"Better than that" Tom looked at the other two "okay before you two think you can keep flipping cards until your two necks are outa the noose think again. Okay you two, leave!"

"Wait! I live here!" Sean tried.

"Tough, squirt!" and Sean recognized the old Tommy boy, big and threatening "scram! You too!"

"You're my ride remember?"

"Walking six blocks ain't gonna kill you! Get dressed and beat it! This is between Mister UC and me!"

"No witnesses huh?" Sean got nervous.

"Something like that. Now move" which is what the two did. Sean threw on some clothes and waited for Timmy to finish with his outer clothes as well. When they were dressed Sean said,

"I'll go see if mom – "

"No leave them alone" Mike jumped "Just go hang out in the kitchen, get some food or watch tv just don't bother your mom, we clear?"

"Fine whatever" Sean left with Timmy and up the stairs they tromped making enough noise for Mike to get nervous. When they heard the door close Mike turned to Tom,

"Well? I guess I miscalculated big time huh? This is where it gets serious huh?"

"I would be a total chump to turn this down. On the bench, now!"

"So you are gonna fuck me after all, huh Tom?"

"You already felt my dick fuck, not my best skill" nodding to the bench until Mike went over there and started to lie on his stomach until Tom indicated for him to roll over. As he did and lie on his back he saw Tom with those ropes again.

"We really need to – "

"Yeah we really need to. Up!" indicating Mike to lift his arms. Again Mike's hands were tied to the rack and the barbell. When Mike looked at Tom he saw Tom was rubbing more of that lotion onto his stubby cock "fuck yeah... big fucking strong big Mike O'Toole, dad big dad" rubbing himself looking down at all that hairy adult flesh, pulling and yanking on his foreskin until he was hard enough, his eyes perving all over that naked body "yeah big fuckin muscles" and then Tom was smearing lotion all over that chest "big chest, hairy big pecs, yeah nothing like feeling up a dude and he can't do shit to stop you, huh?"

"That what you do with Mike?"

"Maybe... maybe not" Mike heard his words repeated back to him. Those greased hands continued to massage and rub all over Mike's front spending enough time on Mike's sensitive nipples to get a low groan out of him.

"You like that huh? You like a dude working your nipples getting you cranked up huh?"

"Oh yeah oh yeah" Mike closed his eyes, sinking into that sex haze all over again. The more he felt those fingers at his nipples the more he felt his cock rise. Just like the kid was hoping for, he expected.

"Yeah, some dudes really get boned someone playing with these" tugging and pulling those nipples until they were hard nubs under his greased fingers.

"Some dudes..." Mike hesitated but decided he had little to lose "and some dudes get totally cracked knowing other dudes are getting off perving on their bods, okay?"

"Like you?" Tom jerked his hands away "you get off on guys ogling your bod?"

"Not until..."

"Until what?"

"Not until recently okay?" Mike's mouth was running away "not until all this shit started happening. You guys, you jocks okay?"

"Whatdya know about – " Tom panicked.

"All I know is dudes who used to have these feelings so buried so far so deep they never would do shit!" opening his eyes, locking into Tom's "until they were married with kids of their own, then their kids as old as they were when they told themselves they would never do this kind of shit, understand?"

"You? You Mister – "

"UC remember?"

"Your sons? You and – "

"You saw tonight what happened the first time Sean ever saw me so much as shirtless and then bare-assed – "

"But that other night? You and Timmy and – "

"A quick peek, quick feel, nothing like tonight!"

"You and Mike?" but Mike just closed his eyes. He did not have to wait long before those nervous hands were back on his chest and then flinched as they tickled lower.

Tom could not believe his eyes or his ears, this night was nothing NOTHING like what that horny cousin of his hinted about. Tom just came along because... why did he? Tom could not answer that but the faintest suggestion about just watching his cousin and that Sean kid... just watching them strip off shirtless would have been jerk-off material – secret horrible jerk-off material! – for months. And the remote chance of seeing Mike's dad... no that was just his full balls messing with him again. But now here he was, with Mike's dad tied and naked! Allowing Tom to do anything touch him everywhere everything! And now he was actually admitting to be "cool" about this sick shit – damn, Tom reminded himself he had actually fucked Mike's dad! And it hit him like a linebacker's helmet right between the eyes – not only did he "let" them fuck him, he shot his load when they did it! So if Mike's dad not only tolerated, but actually enjoyed getting into this forbidden dude sex shit, that means Mike... oh shit!

Tom realized those nights where he stole looks at Mike when he was changing in his room, and that one time he was caught touching himself watching Mike change out of his boxers, his bare ass right there! Tom never dared to try more because he knew Mike would bust his chops! But now after all of this tonight, he had serious doubts. About everything! If he was wrong about dudes spitting in his face after he would suck them off – like he wanted to with Mike since... since forever! If he was wrong about that, and it now looked like he was wrong about how Mike would have reacted had he tried anything with him... Like he was wrong about even his own cousin just treating him like a mouth to cum in! Tom stood there catching his breath, feeling the floor fall out from beneath him because everything he knew was wrong! Or thought he knew.

But the only thing that was real now, was his hand on that warm, flinching stomach beneath his fingers. That was real. And when he looked sideways, one eye watching that big uncut dick throb and throb until it was flat on UC's stomach, pointing past his navel "wow, this is real, this is REAL" and Mike felt cold lotion being poured up and down its length, Tom's hand stroking and jacking slow and slick. When Tom felt Mike start to thrust his hips up into his fist, Tom slowed his pace until he was just grabbing it around the base, his real hand joined to that real cock and everything else fading away. He held it like that, making it throb over and over with his pulsing grip. When he got it to the point Tom had it beading precum he went down on it. He just wanted to lick and taste it but once he had it in his mouth, even that bitter nasty lotion would not prevent his from sucking it up and down its full length, getting to the point he could deep throat it without gagging. Because it was real! His mouth was on something REAL! Even the gagging was REAL! He had a steady bobbing going when he felt Mike's legs tensing and spasming and barely got his mouth off it in time. He grabbed it tight but a drop of thick while cum escaped out of the opening.

"Damn you're as oversexed as Timmy, aren't you?"

"Oh fuck oh fuck" Mike froze his hips, then bucked uncontrollably, then froze again and again "no no don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't" bucking and tensing on the edge, that tight grip around the base driving him nuts "don't let me cum don't make me – "

"Why not?'

"I can't I just can't" gasping and flexing his cock as Tom ran his other thumb slowly up and down the swollen underside.

"You sure as fuck can" his mouth again on just the unsheathed head "I can taste it I taste your cum, you almost shot – "

"I can't cum I mean I need to ughh!" as Tom again deep-throated him then just a quickly pulled up, leaving Mike's cock pumping air.

"Need to what? You ain't needing to save it?"

"Fuck fuck yeah I can't cum."

"For the little wife upstairs?" Tom stood up and began to jack himself, looking down at his sweaty and shiny work.

"No not her."

"Then who?" Mike hearing the steady slap slap slap of Tom's greased hand on himself.

"I can't can't..."

"But you did cum you already shot your load! You already came before, we saw it. When Sean was... damnit! You shot off with your own kid plowing your ass. Dude you shot off when Sean screwed you! Is that what you were talking about before? All those buried things finally coming out?" batting Mike's cock back and forth enough to get another drop of goo to spill form the slit "it must be, because it was enough to get you to cum all by – "

"I didn't cum I didn't – "

"Mike UC we saw your splooge on the bench when you got up!"

"Almost I almost came when Sean, I mean, but I was so close I was so close."

"Like you are now?" again Mike felt that cold lotion poured down the underside of his cock and that hand inching up and down until Mike's hips were bucking again.

"Oh fuck oh fuck stop! I'm gonna I'm gonna" but just when he felt his balls start to empty, that hand was yanked away. Totally shocked Mike felt hot splatters of cum on his cock and belly. But it wasn't his; Tom was unloading another load all over him "okay okay untie me okay?"

"Huh?" and Tom had another inside-out upside moment. He had just blown his load and normally that would mean time to retreat into his guilt-ridden closet and bury what he just did, but not this time! He was shaking off his orgasm but he was far from retreating back into his shell! What the hell is coming over me, he thought.

"You shot your load, we're finished, untie me."

"Dude, UC we are far from finished" and that greasy hand, warm with Tom's cum was again jacking him, fast enough that Mike knew he had only seconds before he was unloading too.

"No stop! NO!"

"Getting jacked with another guy's load, tell me that's not hot!"

"Damn no stop!"

"Admit that was one of those buried sick things you – "

"Okay okay you're right! Just don't" and just when he felt the first contraction in his balls, the hot hand was gone! Mike's cock swelled and spasmed and a short jet of cum shot a foot into the air. Then there were two thumbs squeezing the underbase of his urethra so tight his orgasm was pinched off. But Mike was yelling and screaming with his interrupted orgasm.

"Oh yeah that's so hot" waiting for the bucking hips to stop writhing all over the bench, waiting for the veins in that cock and the bright red head to stop spasming before he dared removing the pressure. After a minute his hands were off that swollen corded tube, but a drop of cum still oozed onto Mike's belly.

"Yeah, we're gonna keep doing that over and over until I shoot another load!" and again Mike heard that slapping sound. He strained his head to see Tom pumping life back into that stubby cock, so red and sore Mike could not believe it was not hurting.

"Stop you're gonna be raw if you don't stop!"

"Don't care couldn't stop now even if I wanted" he rubbed his balls next then back to his cock over and over. Then Mike craned his neck to see Tom smear more lotion over his hand, and when his fingers were dripping, Tom pressed his fingers back behind his balls until a deep gasp escaped from Tom's throat. He saw Tom pressing into himself deeper and deeper. Mike could only lie there unable to stop him as Tom began to shove more and more fingers deep into his ass.

"Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah oh yeah" and when Mike thought things could not get worse Tom lifted one leg over Mike's front until he was straddling his thighs.

"No don't not that!"

"Why, don't y'want to pay me back for what I did to you before?"

"Not pay back, not like this..."

"I got your number Mister mister UC, what you were trying to say" Tom starting to slide forward and back along the entire underside of Mike's cock, slow enough it would not shoot off. Or so Tom was hoping "but you buried it all these years, and when it finally busted out it was a real mind blower right?"

"Yeah, no don't do that please Tom!"

"Suddenly had to rethink everything you thought you knew about yourself, huh? About everyone you knew, right? Even your own sons, huh?"

"Oh fuck stop!" and then Mike looked down and saw Tom grab his cock and angle it upwards, Tom's hips sliding forward until Mike's cockhead was pressing against Tom's hole.

"No Tom don't!" but Mike felt all of Tom's weight drop and his cock broke through the ring and that hot ass too tight to inch down further "no I'm gonna cum!"

"Fuck!" Tom lifted up, his face beet-red, sweating buckets gazing down on Mike's body and gasping for air "damn you're big. I thought Timmy was big" looking down at Mike's expression "yeah okay I made him try once, okay? Now you see what a sick fuck I really am – I mean I thought I used to be" and again he tried to lower himself down on Mike's cock. This time he managed maybe two inches of its serious shaft before Mike started gasping again and Tom lifted off looking like he was having a stroke.

"You got a hair-trigger like M-I mean Timmy."

"What you say?" Mike heard Tom's slip.

"Sometimes this slows... um Timmy down" Tom got off Mike, or rather slipped off and was on the floor with all the grace of a linebacker. He found his shoes and began to unlace one.

"W-w-what are you doing?" Mike could not bend his head far enough. Suddenly he realized why he was tied. Why Tom was so insistent he tie big Mike down. Like he had done this before!

"This!" and Mike could almost see Tom begin to loop his shoelace several times around first one ball and then the other looping again and again, keeping each one separate and as far from the base of Mike's cock as they could go. Mike had felt cockrings before but this was tighter and more extreme. By a factor of ten! Then when he felt a second lace start to make a tight tourniquet around the base of his cock and then start to spiral up to just behind the crown Mike bucked and yelled. But the worst was to come. He felt Tom try to pull the foreskin forward to cover the head but by that point his whole cock was swollen to almost twice its size, or so it felt. So that foreskin was not going to stretch enough "damn!" Tom gave up the painful yanking "it works on mine but man you are just too damn big" so out of frustration Tom settled for several final loops around the shaft right behind that flaired crown, making it swell until it almost had the same mushroom-headed shape as Timmy's. But for Mike it was more painful than hell and he yelled at Tom to get it off! "feels like something else huh?" and there was more lotion applied and up and down went that hand, but now it was almost numb with the laces. Numb but not enough to prevent Mike from bucking into that hand, stimulating and torturing at the same time. Mike yelled and protested but when he felt a huge glob of cold lotion all over his head he knew Tom was going to try it again. He felt that hot flesh against his hyper-stretched head and then Tom gasped and the fat head was past his ring "damn that's even bigger! Fuck your dick is gonna kill me!" and then Mike felt Tom give a shove and Mike's cock went deep! "oh yeah oh yeah, that fat head, man that's oh fuck yeah!" and he eased up, gasping for air with the pain. Mike tried to reason with him but that only made Tom more determined. Up and down he pumped his ass each time forcing himself lower, to force Mike's now hyper-distended cock to go deeper. It was several minutes before Mike could feel Tom's balls slapping against his pubes, his ass hitting rock bottom and then Tom's hand was jacking himself like he was determined to cum at any cost "oh yeah oh yeah" and then he was rocking up and down on that stretched rock-hard cock up and down until Mike was gasping!

"Stop! Stop!"

"You getting ready to cum in my ass?"

"Yeah yeah I'm gonna cum" but Tom froze in mid-bounce. He could actually feel Mike's cock throbbing inside him, waiting for the splash of hot cum to flood his guts "did you cum?"

"N-n-no almost almost shit I'm so close I'm gonna" but Tom reached behind him to snap a finger against Mike's bright red stretched balls. Mike gasped and almost bucked Tom off him. And he would have but the knots around his wrists held.

"Feels hot huh?"

"Oh fuck oh fuck please stop please stop..." Mike was groaning and whimpering.

"So what you want us for? What's the uggggh! favor?" and if Tom did not begin sliding up and down Mike's trapped cock all over again. By this point Mike's cock felt like desensitized rubber. Hard and yet over-stimulated rubber! If he had not blown those loads not twenty-four hours before, he knew his cock would simply take over. But the way he was tied, his cock could do nothing but stay hard and ever-stimulated, his balls two giant lumps of pain "huh big Mike huh UC? What we supposed to do?"

"Ugh ugh get up I can't take this any more?"

"Oh that's right I'm off the hook now ain't I?"

"Yes no I mean I don't know" feeling Tom's ass plunge down the full sensitive length again "stop please!"

"So what am I gonna miss out on now?" the pain was passing and now Tom was riding the most intense wave he could imagine. As he did he realized this big dude no longer had any power over him. Because the worst thing he could threaten Tom with was now happening and damn if Tom was not getting into it.

"I can't say!"

"But you woulda needed me for it, right?"

"Maybe" and Tom heard that as: yeah.

"It involves Mike doesn't it? Tell me Mike's involved!"

"I uh uh please no more no more" again Mike felt those balls slapping his pubes. Through bleary eyes he could see Tom's steady jacking, knowing he was out of control now.

"Fucking guys in the ass, yeah big cock fucking young dudes this cock wants nothing more than fucking ass" up and down he bounced "you like my sick ass don't you?"

"Fuck no I mean fuck yeah fuck yeah."

"You wish it was Mike's ass don't you?"

"Gahhhh!" Mike bucked "NO!"

"You never – "

"No not Mike!"

"You wanna fuck him don't you, say it" and Tom sped up his bouncing until he felt Mike's leg begin to spasm. As soon as he did he froze again "say it!"

"Oh please let me cum please I gotta I gotta!"

"Thought you wanted to save it for... for when?" slowing up and back down enough to feel Mike's bucking again "when?"

"T-t-t-tomorrow..." Mike groaned, not completely aware of what he was saying.

"Mike there?" and now the bouncing sped up. Mike gasped and groaned.

"Y-y-yeah..." and there it was. Talk about jack-off material! Tom's hand sped up imagining that musclebound friend of his and his dad both naked and

"Not Sean! Not him too?"

"Y-y-yeah" those bouncing balls and that ass up and down milking any resistance out of him. Now Tom could not even imagine what Sean would say if he saw his dad and Mike both naked! Sean fucking his dad? Mike fucking his dad? Not...

"Pa- pa-pat too?" Tom was just spouting off the most impossible ideas coming into his head.

"Yeah... yeah ugh ugh ah all of them!"

"You telling me you saving it to have sex with all your sons?" Tom said it but could not believe it! But boy was his ass enjoying this ploying imagining all of them...

"Fuck fuck yeah" Mike felt his orgasm building and he could not stop it this time.

"Sex with Mike with Sean and Pat both there?"

"Fuck yeah" his body out of control "fuck Mike Pat!"

"You gonna have them fuck you take turns like we did?"

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

"I so gotta SEE THIS!" Tom felt himself lose it "seeing you and your sons all of you naked, Mike naked Pat boned all of you together all naked all" and it was all too much, his cum burning hot shooting out of him, his orgasm so tight around around Mike's cock he was afraid it would break in half. Cumming and squeezing and that was more than Tom could take and he pulled off, his ass on fire as the last of his orgasm, his last orgasm of the night spewed out of him and then his cock was so sensitive he could not continue. He staggered to his feet hanging onto Mike's side for dear life. When his head finally cleared he dared not open his eyes because now that he blew this super-intense load, he feared that super-orgasm would finally dissolve this whole fantasy, it would be the trick to destroy this impossible night and he would wake up looking at his cousin wiping himself off and looking at him like – but Tom forced his eyes open and there was Mike's gasping and twisting in his restraints. It took Tom a second or two to make sense of the sight but then he saw how ravaged Mike's cock looked and knew all of this was true! It actually happened! He struggled to untie that twisted tortured cock, scared how tight those laces were. When he finally had Mike's cock unwrapped and then began on those tortured balls, he knew that would cause a sudden painful rush when the laces finally came free. This would be Tom's last reality test "I said I gotta see this!"

"Tom please please... no!" feeling more lotion being applied to his painful cock "no stop please!" now polishing just the taut head with his palm until his screams were loud enough that Tom thought the whole household would come rushing down the stairs.

"When is this happening? When are you and Mike gonna do it? Huh when?" removing his hand letting Mike catch his breath.

"T-t-tomorrow I dunno..." gasping for air.

"You gonna like... um can I, I mean y'gonna let me back in like I'm not really off the hook, like re-involve me?" Tom was babbling with the fear this least deal of the cards had excluded him from the event of a lifetime "can we undo those last cards? I mean I can't undo this but" his hand returning to that tortured cock, still hard still throbbing with pent-up need "can you...?"

"I I I gotta okay?" which almost caused Tom to fall on his ass.

"You WHAT?"

"Y-y-y-you're supposed to be there okay? Now stop please I beg you!"

"You are gonna shoot okay?" and then with his cock untied and Tom's hand giving the underside a slow steady stroke, knowing Mike could not stop him "shoot your load thinking about Mike fucking you and me watching, about your cock in his ass and I'm watching, his tight muscled ass and there's Pat and Sean too all of us watching this! They're jacking off and then Sean's shooting his load on your face and your cock shoves deep into Mike and" Mike's cock went crazy, swelling and spasming in Tom's hand and his cum went flying into Tom's face, then over his head, then over Mike's shoulder then his face then loud splatters hitting the floor next to him and finally deep in Tom's mouth and then the room went black.