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 the O'Tooles this time Pat's brother Mike – and friends!
Chapter 137
Pat stood naked and slimed with all those loads, the backsplash from Mo's broad chest barely enough to rinse all that cum off his own body. He heard the murmuring from the other guys coming and mostly going from the showers, not daring to turn to meet their eyes. He rubbed and soaped Mo clean as best he could but there were huge expanses of dirty black muscles all down his front and then his broad back and even his thick steaming buttocks. When Mo turned and indicated for Pat to clean his balls and dick Pat expected someone to intervene. But instead the room grew quiet as the last guys left. Finally when it was only the two Mo turned off his shower,
"Remember what I said. We're watching you" and just like that he left Pat alone and totally vulnerable.
Pat turned on another shower and soaped himself as clean as could as fast as he could, wanting to get out of there like last week! Dripping wet he left the showers and headed towards his locker expecting a mob gathered there ready to beat him to a pulp. Instead there were one or two guys in his row barely acknowledging him. Well if Mo's idea was to humiliate him it seemed to be working. Although Pat could sense a symphony of mixed emotions coming from the length of the room based on the low grunts and clearing throats here and there. Well they ain't gonna jump me, Pat thought as he jumped into his clothes still dripping wet. He checked his pockets for the car keys and fled to the door, thinking other guys would be lying in wait for him there instead. Again, not a soul!
He made it to the parking lot and was almost home free when he heard a shout,
"Hey!"
Pat wheeled around, his fists up expecting the worst. Instead there stood Mack emerging from behind several cars.
"Pat you okay?"
"Mack! What the fuck you doing here?"
"Waiting for you dickhead – um I mean..."
"It's cool" Pat wanted to hug him for several reasons. At least to figure out what those conflicting expressions on Mack's face were getting at "we're cool, right? I mean you and me..."
"Yeah we're cool" raising his fist "we are, right?"
"Look Mack" returning the fist knock "look about..."
"Let's get outa here" nodding at Pat's, or rather his dad's car "not that anyone was dumb enough to call the cops but..."
"You saw that?" oh shit he it comes.
"Dude I was THERE remember? I came all over – "
"No not that... y'know what happened... I mean in the... sauna" Pat unlocked the car, avoiding Mack's eyes "I mean... um after that... y'know the locker room the showers..."
"Yeah, didn't you see me?"
"I uh I mean I could barely see anything. My eyes..."
"Yeah you were covered like totally dripping in cum!"
"Y'don't gotta tell me okay?" they both got in as Pat started the engine. Only then did he turn to face Mack in the semi-darkness "you saw that, huh?"
"Didn't you notice nobody was saying boo?"
"Yeah kinda, it was weird..."
"One or two dudes tried to start shit but I... I mean me and that Steve dude both let them know..."
"You two were defending me?"
"Well d'uh!" Mack slapped his shoulder "buds do that, y'know!"
"Thanks" Pat steered the car through the parking lot "damn what time is it?"
"About ten after ten why?"
"I was supposed to pick up Mike at the mall about fifteen minutes ago and..."
"Wait!" Mack saw several figures walking through the far end of the parking lot "ain't that Mike there?"
"Damn what the hell's he doing here?"
"Oh shit" Mack actually shrunk down in his seat "look who he's with!" because walking next to him was none other than
"Humdog?"
"Yeah Wall-O" Mack muttered "the same" inching over the dashboard "oh shit! They saw us!"
But Pat wheeled the car into a sharp turn and caught up with them. As soon as Mike saw the car he flagged it down.
"Hey what the fuck you doing here?" Mike said through the window, ready to open the driver's door "hey... Mack."
"Hey Mike... um..." seeing Walt looking at him.
"Get in back I gotta drive now" Mike held the door as Pat got out and was opening the back door. When Mack started to do the same Walt stopped him.
"Naw I'm gonna sit in back with your baby bro" which is what Walt did. Like Mack was about to contradict him at this crazy explosive moment.
"Funny running into you here" Pat started as soon as they were moving "thought you were at the mall buying – "
"Change of plans. So where were you tonight? The Y with Mack?"
"Yeah we were just... y'know... hanging out..." Mack realized he had shit to hide as well "right Pat?"
"Yup... y'know boring... just working out and shit... but what about you... and" your mortal enemy here in the car with us, Mike?
"Just keep heading up Fairmount" Walt kept looking at Pat like he was trying to be incognito or something. Or like someone holding a hand grenade the pin already yanked, truly expecting Pat to go postal on him about what he did to him that afternoon "drop me at the Walmart."
"Huh? What?" Mike continued north through the intersection trying to see Walt's expression in the rear-view mirror "don't y'wanna go home?"
"Nope. Got some..." nailing Pat in his stare "some um things to take care of" and before Pat could pursue it they were turning into the huge parking lot. As soon as they pulled up to the front door Walt got out "see ya" and like that the car door slammed and he was gone.
"That was fucking... weird" from Pat. Especially when he noticed the place was turning off the lights like it was closing time. They expected Walt to return to the car once he realized the place was shutting down. Instead he knocked and one on the clerks let him in "and that was... fucking weirder."
"Dropping you off next" Mike looked at Mack "cause we..." catching Pat seeing him in the rear view mirror.
"I thought you and him" nodding back at the parking lot as they got back on Fairmount heading back south towards their neighborhoods "you two hated each other."
"We do" Mike grunted. But Mack could see his grip on the steering wheel tighten fast "we did, I mean we do I mean – "
"It's complicated, right?" Walt half-turned to Pat in the back.
"Yeah" Mike gave Mack an odd look out of the corner of his eye. He was about to say something when a car pulled in front of them causing Mike to take some quick evasive maneuvering.
"We can talk about all this later right?" Mike caught Pat again in the rear view mirror as soon as he regained his cool. But it took several blocks and by then they were on Mack's street.
"Yeah right look..." Pat got out of the car once they were in front of Mack's place "look tell the wardens I'm staying at Mack's tonight okay?"
"Huh? WHAT?"
"I'll be home tomorrow morning okay? Don't worry I won't miss the brat's birthday bash okay?" joining Mack next to the car door.
"Pat they're gonna be pissed if I – "
"Tomorrow!" and Pat steered Mack away from the car before Mike could follow them. They got to the door and after a wait they finally saw Mike direct the car into a U-turn and head back to their place "you don't mind me crashing here do you?"
"Well... um... no I guess" Mack was still playing catch-up. Too much had happen too fast the last few hours and his brain was still one or two steps behind.
"Your parents won't mind?"
"Mom's at work and dad..." Mack suddenly had a whole truckload of concerns after what had happened with Pat's dad and his dad and Ted that night. He prayed his dad was not still up but at ten-thirty he knew he would be. Sure enough when they came in the kitchen door there he sat "hey."
"Hey Martin, hey Pat" he sat there drinking a beer reading the paper, wearing his normal uniform of red Chiefs sweatshirt over his well-worn jeans "what you guys up to?"
"Nothin" Mack had to remind himself his dad knew Pat from "regular" things and not from any of the more recent activities. Or so he prayed.
"How's your dad?" which immediately put Mack on high alert status. Why would he mention him out of the blue and all?
"Fine just fine I mean he's – "
"Pat's gonna stay over tonight okay?"
"Long as it's okay with your folks, sure" and his dad went back to his paper like this was an everyday occurrence. Like Pat had stayed over maybe all of three times the summer and fall "just don't stay up too late."
"We won't" Mack started to head to his room fast trying to catch up with Pat.
"Oh wanted to mention" his dad's eyes still on the paper.
"What?" Mack froze in his tracks. Oh shit here it comes, he thought. I just knew sooner or later he would lower the boom about...
"If you hear someone coming in in the middle of the night it's only Dennis okay?"
"Dennis? He's home this weekend? Like THIS weekend?" Mack trying to sound more pissed than scared. Having his brother come home a week early, especially right on the heels of everything that had been happening was so not a good sign.
"Yeah, but he said next weekend... um something changed in schedule. So if you hear someone banging around it's only him okay?"
"Sure fine" and Mack fled before his dad started in on what Mack was most fearing. He made it to his room in maybe two seconds "wow that was weird" as soon as the door was closed.
"Huh? Why?"
"He knew you right away like..." not daring to mention his brother would be around tonight.
"Dude stop shaking okay? Remember I've stayed over here lots of times" Pat yanked off his jacket and tossed it on the chair, adjusting to the heated room "okay maybe once or twice."
"Three times okay?" Mack's jacket also went sailing. He went over to the wall to check the thermostat "last time was like summer, okay?"
"Last month but okay. Sorry it's just been – "
"No need to apologize okay?"
"No really I mean it, it's just been..."
"Don't need to remind me okay?" and Mack turned on the TV. After flipping through a few stations he settled on one with sports highlights.
"You want to watch TV?" Mack suggested, which Pat thought a bit odd.
"No but..." lowering his voice "it's good background noise okay?"
"For what... oh gotcha."
"So what's up? I mean why you want to stay over tonight?"
"We gotta talk okay?"
"No shit but..."
"But what Mack?" Pat could see his nervousness. Oh shit he we go, he thought, the guy's gonna unload his shit about what happened back at the Y "you still pissed at me about – "
"I am a lot of things right now, but pissed at you ain't one of them. The most important is I stink like hell and I still need a shower" as his clothes continued to come off. When he was down to his undershorts he gave himself a sniff "fuck why didn't you say anything! Mike must be airing out the car right now. Gimme a sec" and Mack went into the bathroom and started the water.
Pat sat there in his briefs again trying to chill out and trying to digest everything that had been happening. He had to get to the bottom of this even if it meant tying Mack down and beating some answers out of him. No matter how hard he tried he could not remember what happened last night during his black-out. But that Steve creep and now Mack kept referring to something too odd to believe. Guys glowing and shit, like blue-green light coming out of them? This was his boring little hometown, not some special effects computer graphics-laden movie for crissakes! His life was not going to turn into something...
"Hey" Mack emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, a towel wrapped around his midsection.
"Damn that was fast!"
"Huh?"
"I mean for you that was – "
"What are talking about? I been in like fifteen minutes at least!"
"No fuckin way" Pat always liked how Mack looked wet, all his dusting of hair smeared and shiny "I just sat down and thinking about..."
"Yeah I can tell" Mack nodded down at Pat's tent "man Pat don't you ever..."
"Seriously Mack, no way you were in there longer than two or three minutes!"
"Look at the damn clock" lighting up his computer screen "what time does it say?"
"That can't be right" because it was already going on eleven! Pat swore they got to Mack's room no later than ten thirty or ten forty at the latest "when did we get here? I mean your room?"
"Bout ten thirty or little later" Mack confirmed Pat's idea "then we were talking for like three minutes or so before I needed my shower. Why? You fall asleep or something?"
"Maybe" but Pat knew he hadn't. It was like sitting in the sauna all over again. When he got to thinking about what had been happening, it was like he just lost whole blocks of time.
"So you want a shower too?"
"No I'm good" seeing Mack in no hurry to get dressed or change out of his towel "why, I stink?"
"Nope, I guess you had enough showers at the Y, huh?"
"Look about that..."
"We gotta talk Pat okay?" Mack cut him off fast. For once it seemed Mack was not about to beat around the bush.
"That's why I'm here remember?"
"Thought it was to avoid Mike."
"That too" looking down at himself, all stiff and showing everying "look Mack..."
"About that... um..." Mack sat down on his bed facing Pat, his goods peeking out from beneath the towel.
"About Mike..." Pat was exhausted, it was late, he needed to cut to the chase. Mack tried to keep his eyes on the walls behind them but Pat nodded, "you were saying..."
"Look Pat I don't know how to really say this without you thinking I'm crazy but..."
"The whole thing okay? Like you were up in the vents again, right?"
"Maybe..."
"This is like your new thing, right?"
"Hey!"
"Mack like I ain't gonna tell anybody if you're up there like jacking off watching – "
"Hey I thought you wanted to hear this not tell me – "
"Okay sorry Mack I'm just kinda not wrapping my head around this I'm babbling okay?"
"So you want me to tell you this, right?"
"Yeah definitely" Pat grabbed the armrests of the chair like he was expecting it to take off. But more important he needed to hear Mack actually say – actually confirm in words – what Pat had seen in Mack's brain "so what happened? Spill it Mack."
"You're gonna haveta get used to seeing your brother in a whole different light okay?"
"I already am."
"Look Pat it's really none of my business okay but..."
"You want to know if we – like Mike and me y'know – we ever got into any kinky shit right?"
"I'm not really asking but..."
"The answer's yeah and I'm only telling you cause I trust you totally Mack got it?"
"What happened?"
"No way bud! Tonight! First about tonght bud, okay? I really need to hear this Mack."
"You sure about this Pat, cause it's like a serious game changer okay?"
"Yeah Mack and I know when you're stalling and why you're stalling all of a sudden when you were so – "
"Cause now that I'm thinking about it I don't believe it really happened okay?"
"What didn't really happen?"
"You're so gonna freak okay?"
"Like you were freaking before?"
"Worse okay!"
"TELL me already!"
"Promise me we'll still be cool okay?"
"TELL ME OKAY?"
"Well..." Mack looked around the room for something neutral, something to take his mind off Pat's half-naked body right in front of him already burning up in the still-overheated room. Because he knew once he started Pat would get all aroused and he would get even worse. Like his balls would not stop churning with his cum ever since he saw what happened. Like he wanted to jack off so many times watching what was happening but dared not fearing he might miss something. Or worse make a noise alerting them to a spy in their midst. Mack never felt so horny or frustrated with pent-up sexual charge in his damn life. He only hoped he could make it through the story without blowing yet another load tonight "okay, that guy in the sauna..."
"Which one?"
"Like the dude with all the tattoos."
"Y'mean Steve?"
"Yeah whatever his name" Mack thought about closing his legs and stuffing his fists into his crotch but decided what the hell "he mentioned you already knew this dude the bodybuilder – "
"You mean Paco?"
"If that's his name yeah... damn this is so fucked up..."
"Okay Paco and my brother?"
"And your brother and that Walt guy..."
"Thought they hated each other okay? But then tonight in the car..."
"He was there too okay? It was your brother, that Paco dude and Walt, or Wall-O Mike was calling him – "
"Nickname right."
"Okay the three of them were..." Mack cleared his throat thinking, fuck here we go "they were in the work-out room okay? The wrestling lifting room and that guy who busted into the sauna, his name's Mo, Morrison I guess. He told the three guys he was like this talent scout which I guess is like total bullshit."
"Why? Did he do anything to my brother?"
"I'm getting to that okay?" Mack was fresh from the shower but already the sweat pour off him "okay promise me serious Pat you ain't gonna freak or – "
"Damnit Mack just spit it out! Like did he fuck – "
"Worse okay? No lemme finish okay?" Mack wiped his forehead barely looking down at his towel "okay that Morrison asshole had the three of them change into some kind of gear like some new designer sports gear like long sleeved tees and leggings and then all of them are drinking this shit from these bottles something like orange soda and they're posing like it's supposed to be like for some ad for some sports magazine or shit okay? And with the lights and everything – "
"Cameras huh?"
"Yeah like serious big pro shit, and that Morrison guy – like just sitting there and snarling at everyone like this big black gorilla like that ain't enough – no he has like this huge digital camera too, and they're not like ten minutes into all this posing and shit but they're like sweating and – "
"The thin material is like getting all kinky see-through huh?"
"And man Pat you shoulda seen it! They're like posing first by themselves then twos and threes and doing wrestling poses and yeah that shit is like you can see through it so then Tanaka – "
"He's there too? Kruisay too?"
"Tanaka and the three of them together – the four of them are posing like together and Tanaka – I could not believe him! Out of the blue he gets this huge like uh y'know h-h-hardon and then the black kid – "
"Paco too? He got boned? How? Was Tanaka – "
"Nobody's touchin nothing okay? Just all by themselves – "
"You saw this?"
"So much you can't miss it!"
"Mike? You saw Mike hard?"
"Mike, Tanaka that Paco guy even Wall-O! Totally rodded out! Damnit before you know it all of them are like totally boned and you can see everything through the material and then Tanaka... he starts stripping down and and when he's like sticking out of his jock then they... damnit they're like starting to actually start touching each other..." and Mack lost the battle keeping his cock down. He could see Pat's eyes giving his crotch the occasion glance then openly watching the display as his cock with each throb began to lift up his towel, giving Pat a clear view of his hairy balls with nothing left to cover them. Or Mack's increasing arousal.
"Man Mack, you horny again? Thought you when you were up in the vents – "
"Damn" Mack looked down and saw how bad he was showing. He tugged the towel tighter and covered his crotch with his fists fast.
"Dude it's me remember? I've seen your stuff a thousand times – not that the view ever gets old, okay?" and if Pat didn't spread his legs wider, seeing Mack's reaction to Pat's tube stretching to the side, practically the width of his thigh. Its full length was displayed for Mack's nervous glances, the swollen head lifting his briefs off his hip bone "lose the towel already..."
"Pat..."
"Do it, ain't like the whole world is watching now, okay?" looking up at the ceiling.
"Damn..." Mack hesitated for a second, but his eternal horniness got the better of him. Like it had been lately, worse and stronger each time. So he pulled one side of the towel free avoiding meeting Pat's eyes, then yanked it from beneath his furry butt "not like I'm the class stud or..." but Mack settled back on the bed, his hands resting on either side of his steaming legs, exposed and naked, his six-plus cock sticking straight out of his brown pubes "but..."
"Keep going, Tanaka was naked and the other guys..."
"Okay the other guys... damn Pat your brother okay? Like I never saw your bro like that okay?"
"Was he doing shit? Like...?"
"They were all just standing there okay? And still wearing those stretchy sweat pants just standing there and just barely barely touching the black muscle kid's crotch okay when – "
"They were grabbing his cock? Who? Mike?"
"The musclehead stud, Paco whatever, was just standing real nervous all sweaty his shiny body and those muscles, like frozen there with his dick almost sticking out the top and they were trying to get that mohawk guy Wall-O to grab that cock when Tanaka he the one shoved their hands onto the black dude's junk!"
"Mike?"
"Mike and Wall-O both! Man when that happened they all went nuts and jumped apart and started losing it and then Kruisay was yelling at them and that Morrison dude had to break them up and that was the end of that posing bullshit like you can't imagine!"
"So Mike never really got into..."
"Hell no! I mean... um... uh not right away but..." Mack gave up the fight trying to keep his eyes off Pat's throbbing tent. Because it sure looked like this story was keeping that foot-long hard and actually flexing like another muscle trying to escape his underwear. Damn, he looks like I feel, Mack thought. I can only imagine how Pat – or rather his cock – will react when I get to the real stuff!
"So what happened next?"
"Well first they were fighting..." Mack knew he had to ease into it. On the outside chance Pat might not take it well.
"About what?"
"First about Tanaka's stunt then..."
"Then what?"
"Look Pat I dunno if I should go into the nasty details because..."
"What did Mike do?" already knowing what he saw. But he could not lead Mack with what he saw; he had to hear it confirmed without prompting.
"He and Wall-O got into like serious shit about..." Mack looked down at his cock, hoping it would go down. Because having a total boner and talking about this would look really sick "about... you!"
"Me?"
"Wall-O started bragging about you – just to get Mike totally pissed okay? – about him and ... you um..."
"He TOLD Mike?"
"Like Mike thought Wall-O's bullshit was just that! About how you and him after school..."
"It's... um.. it wasn't bullshit! Remember? You were watching it" Pat thought to see what Mack's reaction would be "yeah remember you were watching from the vents when Kruisay had me stay after to... um wrestle with him okay? But we didn't really wrestle... he um..."
"He really did... fuck you? He actually got it in you?" and damn, Mack watched his cock burp out a big thick glob of goo.
"Not once but... damn Kruisay wanted to see him keep fucking me making me cum over and over and then even he was..."
"Kruisay yeah, Humdog – I mean Wall-O, both of them yeah I forgot how close I got several times to almost blowing my load" Pat watched Mack's cock bobbing and leaking like crazy. He also watched Mack's reaction closely as he got up and sat on the bed next to him "like Kruisay was on this sick kick to see how many times he could make me cum, like as many times as he wanted just to..."
"H-h-how many?" Mack held his breath as he felt Pat's hot thigh next to his naked flesh. When he felt Pat's hand on his leg then inch towards his balls he could only gasp.
"Kruisay got his show okay?" Pat's hand stayed an inch from touching Mack's goods "So now you telling me Mike went ballistic when Wall-O told him about fucking me, huh?"
"Y-y-y-yeah... they they uh they got into it b-b-big time til Kruisay and the black guy – " watching Pat's fingers closing in on his balls. Like he had the energy to stop them.
"Paco."
"Paco pulls them apart then Mike and Kruisay are fighting until Mo breaks them up."
"So how did things get crazy? Like you were screaming about? In the sauna remember?"
"M-m-mo has these envelopes, he pays them all off for their... y'know their posing with his fake gear okay? But..."
"Keep going" Pat's fingers grazed Mack's balls. Mack gulped but did not pull away. He looked down at Pat's hands playing with his nuts and just closed his eyes, knowing he had to spill it out fast before Pat's hand got flooded with his next batch of cum.
"Wall-O he takes his money okay and he's leaving then Kruisay tells them... the bastard tells them they can double DOUBLE their money if..."
"If they start y'know doing shit together huh?"
"Oh... fuck..." not daring to see how wet his cock was with the slime oozing out of the tip.
"Y'don't want me to stop Mack, do you?"
"Yes no I mean..." Mack's eyeballs were filling up with all the cum pumping from his balls with nowhere to go.
"But what about Paco? I mean he – "
"M-m-morrison he's the one like... oh fuck" feeling his balls crinkling under Pat's careful massaging.
"He doesn't want them to... y'know?"
"Kruisay, he's the one now pushing for it okay? Morrison's not gonna stick around for the sex shit but..."
"But Kruisay convinces someone, huh?"
"Yeah, oh yeah oh fuck..." Mack's hand reached out and grabbed Pat. Right on his fat dick. Pat then felt two hands rubbing two cocks "no please NO DON'T!" Mack could not look at what his hand was grabbing "I'm so close!"
"Huh? Like you didn't blow one load watching them fuck each other?" Pat lifted off the bed long enough to tug his briefs down his legs. Mack's hand never left his cock, even though Pat's went back to Mack's balls, tightening his fingers around the base of his sac.
"Oh fuck oh fuck that feels so intense!"
"Keep going."
This time Mack's eyes watched his hand stroke the length of that cock, feeling like it was twice the length twice the job of stroking his own cock. The way it pulsed hotly in his awkward grip almost made up for his own cock throbbing and leaking without any direct stimulation. Mack could feel Pat's hand would not finish him until he finished the story. But the way his balls were hard and painful told Mack he was losing the race.
"The deal was – Kruisay's evil stunt again okay? Mike was now convincing that Paco stud to stay, but Wall-O wanted no part of it okay? So Kruisay sucker-punched them, said it had to be all or nothing, they all hadda stay to double their money" Mack caught his breath, his cock pointing at the ceiling shiny with his pre-cum and desperate to blow "Kruisay is – "
"Evil bastard, yeah I know!"
"Your brother..."
"He took the money? What'd he have to do?"
"First he was convincing the musclehead – Paco huh – to stay and then they both were somehow convincing Wall-O too. Something about only if Mike agreed to let Wall-O..."
"Do what?"
"Anything okay? ANYTHING, okay? Like he snaps his fingers and Mike hasta... whatever okay?"
"Damn..." Pat's fingers returned to the base of Mack's cock, making it swell bright red and thick with lust. He leaned back to give Mack's hand more freedom with his own straining bone "he's gonna make Mike..."
"Anything he wants whenever... yeah."
"So what'd they do? What the hell ACTUALLY HAPPENED, MACK?"
"Kruisay's naked Tanaka too both naked" Mack gasping out single grunts, his hand jerking Pat's cock like crazy, his own cock bright red and ready to explode all the while Pat continued torturing his tightening slimy balls "on table naked both of them then oh shit! Kruisay Tanaka they're like doing it, sixty nine each other blowing each other!" and that was when Pat's mouth descended on Mack's cock "NO!" his cum started burning out of those balls and past that tight grip around the base then like scalding bullets exploded out of him and blasted down Pat's throat! Pat felt Mack's thick tool stretching his tonsils as he deep-throated him as each successive load spasmed out of him. And with each load came another image and another of Kruisay and Tanaka sucking each other, their naked muscles flexing and spasming, Tanaka's body smooth and dark, Kruisay's hairy and pink, their cocks and mouth practically glued together side by side, their sex heat radiating off them! But Mack's cock kept shooting then Pat's watching his brother naked and hard his cock entering Kruisay feeling the tight hairy ring engulf his painful prolonged hard-on, feeling his cock rip into Kruisay's ass his eyes on his sworn enemy's cock do the same to Tanaka, that brown ass quivering with the impalement the same way it had when Pat and his brothers had fucked him in the park, Pat remembering how that hairy hole felt as Tanaka lowered himself down on Pat's bone with his brothers right there watching. But now Pat was seeing Wall-O, Tanaka, Kruisay, all of this not from way up in the vents but actually through Mike's eyes, feeling his cock in Kruisay's tight butt as his own orgasm exploded into that hole feeling Kruisay's ring clench tight as Kruisay's cock shot his load into Tanaka, tasting Tanaka's bitter load feeling Humdog's cock again slamming into his drug-swollen prostate, his rock-hard cock his tortured ass and "stop! Please stop Pat!"
Mack yanked that throat off his cock, his dick sore and stretched to the breaking point so raw and extended he did not recognize it, his orgasm still echoing in his ears. His tear-smeared gaze looked down at Pat, pale and almost shaking. Only then did he smell more than see a pool of slimy jizz on his bedspread where Pat's cock had unloaded. But Mack could feel that his fist was not slimed. He was too lost in his own crazy orgasm to remember to continue jacking Pat. So Pat just exploded without his help? But Mack had to shake Pat a few times to get him out of his numbed stupor.
"Pat Pat PAT!"
"I... oh... oh shit... oh Mack shit! I really saw it!"
"Saw what?"
"I could see them, the four of them like one big dog-pile of bodies, all of them shooting off but not stopping! They're still cumming! And then that's when the blue haze – "
"You saw – how could – damnit Pat! How – "
"You were up in the vents making so much noise trying not to cum thrashing around but Morrison and Paco were too busy trying to pull Mike and Wall-O off them – "
"Yeah but then – "
"But Paco was not careful not to rub against – oh shit! His cock too! He started blowing his load just – "
"How the fuck you see – "
"Morrison's gloves pulled him off Wall-O too late, his front all covered with his load then when Paco recovers they start again – "
"But the whole room is – "
"The blue glow just keeps growing and growing and they tug Mike and Wall-O free just in time before – "
"Before what?"
"Fuck I don't know! But it was..." CLICK! "oh FUCK!"
"What Pat?"
"Like me and my dad last night!"
"Your DAD!?!?! Pat what the FUCK!?!?"
"Didn't that Morrison guy say they were trying to repeat something from – "
"I don't know maybe I don't remem—"
"He SAW IT! He was with Kruisay last night watching us when – "
"You saying you and your dad were...?"
"I could not remember any of it, okay? Not until I saw it just now!" Pat could see the alarm in Mack's eyes. And the shock! Maybe telling Mack about his dad was too much but now that avalanche had already started. The same as Pat finally blowing Mack. Like Pat realized Mack always wanted but was too chicken-shit to say. But what happened last night definitely did something to the wiring in Pat's brain! So bad he blacked out, blocking out the whole thing. But that guy – his dad's friend or enemy – Steve from the sauna made some offhand comments about seeing something last night. So he actually did remembered it? But not Pat or his dad, they were on the table blowing each other and then... and then... then IT happened!
"How did you see it Pat? How?"
"You were watching it! Up in the vents! And I can see it now through you eyes, okay? Don't ask my how but if I'm connected to somebody, like physically – "
"Remind me not to let you suck me off – not if it means you can read my mind!" Mack did his best to looked shocked and indignant "not!"
"Just touching someone, like a hard hug even okay? And I get these... images okay?"
"But we weren't hugging dude, we were..."
"You freaking I... I y'know finally sucked your cock?" but Pat already knew the answer.
"Yeah like totally!" Mack tried to look angry "not" he started laughing "so that makes me...?"
"It makes you so horny you were almost messing – damn Muller! Before the sauna you haven't cum in like a week?"
"Remember I thought we agreed to – "
"Well damnit then I owe you cause I sure as hell did not even – "
"You and your dad? You did... I mean..." but Mack's cock was signaling the thought was not as disgusting as his face was trying to indicate.
"Worse okay?"
"How worse? Did he... I mean..." fuck you? But Mack could feel what that image was doing to his cock. Like his balls-emptying orgasm not five minutes previous was only the appetizer.
"Well let's say dad and I were like what you saw with Tanaka and Kruisay okay?" watching the gears grinding slowly in Mack's brain. Pat watched the confusion shift to shock to total realization back to shock and then... yeah total horn!
"No fuckin way... who were the... um... y'know... was it Kruisay?"
"Fuck no he wasn't there okay? He was somewhere giving orders remotely through the computer. No not Kruisay."
"Not that guy from the Y tonight? That Steve guy?"
"No, he was there, but not one of the two who..."
"Damnit Tool tell me! Who were the other...?"
"You're so gonna freak" Pat reached over and grabbed Mack's growing concern "maybe enough to lose this."
"Hey!" Mack squirmed but did not remove Pat's hand from his filling cock "damn I must be going gay because I just came but – "
"You ain't turning gay, you're just... I don't know what the word is..."
"Horny?" Mack tried to laugh it off.
"Something else. Like like they're putting some drug in the water or..."
"That sports drink! Those bottles they were making them drink, that orange stuff!"
"Yeah, cause I remember – shit I'm starting to remember more and more about last night! – I remember they had that stuff there last night too" Pat looked around the room "too bad we don't have any here tonight. You could use it as an excuse, say I drugged you so – "
"Knock it off Tool!" and the two started wrestling each other around the bed. When Mack tossed Pat's ass onto the floor with a loud bang they did not have to wait long before they heard,
"Okay you two, lights out. Go to bed!" from Mack's dad down the hall.
"See what you started?" Mack whispered.
"I started? You were the one come screaming into the Y before when – "
"You blame me?"
"Fuck no" Pat found the sleeping bag and stretched it out and crawled into it "so Mack..."
"What?" Mack whispered back already under the blankets.
"So now you know something about me and my dad... um... so what if YOUR dad had come in here when we were..."
"You mean when you were. I was innocent until this sex pervert started sucking my joint and – "
"So what if he came in here? Would that freak you out if – "
"My dad? You kidding? He don't even do any kind of..." Mack lied. All he knew is he had to keep Pat and his dad far away from each other. Because if Pat coud read minds just with a hug or shit, Pat would realize just what his dad was capable of. With Mack on top of it! "so you never answered. Who were the other... y'know... the two when you and YOUR dad..."
"Only if you tell me what you'd do if your dad joined us!"
"You're full of shit Pat cause that's – "
"Okay you keep your secrets. I'll keep mine" Pat settled in "but just to fuck with you, I'll tell you you know one of them, okay?"
"I do? Damnit now you gotta tell me! Who was it? Mike? Ted? That Steve dude? Theo? Larry? C'mon tell me!"
"G'night..." Pat stifled his chuckle "big mouth."
"Huh?" then Mack realize what he just said. He just listed the guys he knew were involved "oh fuck..." now that Pat knew something happened involving Ted. But Larry and Pat's brother were not really any kind of revelation. But Ted? Serious "oops" damage there. Especially with his name the second out of his big mouth.
"You'll haveta tell me about Ted sometime" and Pat rolled over and tried to sleep. When he heard Mack stop his restless tossing and turning and his breathing slow to soft snores he knew the night of revelations was finally settling down. But like he had eaten too much pizza and banana splits, he could not digest all of this and his stomach was far from letting him sleep.