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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Chapter 138
Friday night at Mack's house continued
Pat awoke to some sound, some slight change in the room, enough to give him a startle. He froze listening to Mack's breathing, erratic and shallow like he had just turned in his sleep, like he was trying to return to deep slumber. When he heard the familiar rhythm of Mack's snoring return, Pat listened for any other noises that might have jostled his uneasy sleep. That was when he heard rustling noises from outside their room. And he felt the now-familiar stirring in his balls. He told himself he needed to piss – that was true enough – but the crinkling in his nads was something else. And everytime he followed that instinct something bizarre and amazing would happen.
He slowly untangled himself from the sleeping bag, as quiet as a python sensing prey, and slipped out to the hallway. His bare feet eased down the hall just as he heard a door open. By now his inner radar was going off like crazy as he stepped into the bathroom and started peeing. Before he could finish he heard,
"Hey Mack, that you?" and before Pat could answer a silhouette came through the door and flipped on the blinding light.
"Whoa! Who the..." Pat shielded his eyes with his free hand, trying to see who was standing there next to him. The shape was too short and toned to be Mack's dad and it sure as hell was not Mack so as Pat's eyes adjusted he realized he was being confronted with Mack's brother! Standing there wearing only his plaid boxers, looking like he was going to be having a rough time in the morning. Actually this morning, Pat reminded himself.
Dennis did a double-take as his eyes adjusted to the bright light, realizing the dude pissing not six inches from him was not his brother. He looked and looked and looked again then the lightbulb went off.
"Oh you! O'Toole, right?"
"Yeah...Dennis huh?" but Pat had barely recognized him. His shoulder-length roadie hair-style was now so short it looked like he had shaved his head sometime in the last few weeks. And his new beard was maybe an inch longer, if that. Just enough to get him into the bars Pat was guessing. Because even though he was younger than Mack – by not even a year from what Mack said – Dennis had finished school in like two years and was already taking classes at the junior college. Pat tried to have Mack explain the arrangement to him several times but Pat could only get the picture Dennis was at school most of time, coming home only to shake down their dad. Pat had not seen much of him since summer so the transformation was enough of a shock to lock Pat's eyes all over the new bod. Like most of that former baby-fat beer belly was in the process of being re-scupted into pecs and shoulders. Not all of it, Pat noticed as he started to shake the last drops of piss from his cock. As he did he noticed where Dennis' eyes were. And boy were they taking in what was hanging between Pat's legs.
"Denny. Call me Denny. Only my – that's another – um..." suddenly Denny's bladder remembered why he was there "damn I gotta piss!"
"Hey I'm finished" Pat stuffed his cock back in his pajama bottoms – actually Mack's – and tried to switch spots with Denny at the sink.
"Too late I gotta really – " and he was jumping into the shower stall, his boxers down past his barely furred butt and around his knees mid stride. He was too busy exploding piss everywhere to notice Pat was still there, washing his hands but his focus was not his hands but instead watching Denny's show.
"Okay this is a mess" Denny tried to laugh it off "guess I'm needing a shower after all" and he stepped completely out of the soaked boxers and on came the water. When he stepped into the spray but did not close the curtain all the way Pat's internal alarms started going off up and down the board. Pat knew if he left at that exact moment something important would be missed, some fork in the road would be lost, something Pat – or rather his balls – had led him here to see. So he stayed.
Denny stood under the water, clearing his head, feeling the pounding start to lessen, slowly regaining his balance. After what felt like a half-hour the water started to cool and he turned it off.
"You still here?" trying to look surprised.
"I'm just leaving" Pat lied.
"Hand me that towel first" pointing behind Pat.
"This one?" like there were hundreds to choose from.
"Yeah" their hands barely touching. Pat saw a quick image of a face and then it was gone. He had to see more.
"So um you and Martin like buds, huh?"
"Yeah like buds, you could say that."
"Keeping little brother outa trouble?"
"Not even" Pat let his eyes travel up and down Denny's body "besides you're the younger one" not like Denny's eyes were not returning again and again to Pat's pj bottoms "he's older than you."
"Not by much... so err...you stayin over, huh? Tonight, huh?"
"Yeah, y'could say that" Pat was getting the message Denny was stalling now, but why? Of course Pat wanted to see more "so um... maybe I better get back to bed and – "
"He asleep?" nodding in the general direction of Mack's bedroom.
"Out cold. He had a busy night" like I didn't. Or a busy week for that matter.
"Doin what?" the towel barely around the waist and his slightly fuzzy back still glistening and smeared with water. Denny was already pressing against Pat to squeeze out the bathroom, heading for the hall.
Pat got a second glimpse of that face as their bodies were in brief contact. But what was most intriguing was Denny was already down the hall and heading into his bedroom not waiting for Pat's answer. Pat could have yelled his answer after him – already knowing that was not happening. Like it had all been planned Pat plodded after him until both of them were standing in Denny's bedroom.
Pat was shocked but not completely surprised to see the two bright lights, one from a desk-lamp the other from a bent and shadeless floor lamp, pointed at Denny's chair. Pat closed the door behind him, watching Denny finishing drying off his muscled back. When he did not reach from any clothes to cover himself but instead just re-wrapped the towel around his tight waist, Pat knew this could get very interesting very fast. So this is what roused him out of a sound sleep?
"What's with those?" nodding at the bright lights flooding the corner of room like daylight.
"Oh... uh those..." like they suddenly appeared out of the blue.
"Yeah those..." Pat saw Denny's not-too-subtle glance at his camera sitting on the desk "doin some self pics before – "
"Hell no – I mean – I got home and – "
"You started but then" nodding back towards the bathroom "bladder call huh?"
"I had way too many beers and..."
"You're too young to get all drunk and – "
"No shit" he rubbed his face getting the circulation going. Pat took the opportunity to take in his front. It was amazing how much he resembled Mack. Or how Mack would look with lighter hair and in better shape. He had the same big chest like Mack and their dad but unlike both of them Dennis actually had something like a toned stomach. Which made his upper body look even bigger. But unlike those two Dennis had only a splattering of hair between his pecs and below his navel. Right away Pat had to see what was beneath that towel, a better look than the brief swaying glimpses under the shower, bright lights and all.
"So yer pics... um they're for?" almost saying who are the pictures of. But Pat could see there was no one else around.
"Well... um..." Denny stood there rubbing his stubbly chin.
"It's ain't so easy trying to take pics of yourself. You probably thought it's be... y'know..."
"How'd you – "
"So you know you're not the only dude showing off yer bod on some website or – "
"Did you?" and before he could stop himself "did Mack?"
"No and hell if I know" Pat got the brainstorm moment fast. So this was why Denny brought him back to his room? For Pat to be his unpaid camera boy? Pat's balls were crinkling a strong yes! "but you did, huh?"
"Like I know the first thing about taking pics..." Denny ran his hand over his almost bald head.
"Why not have somebody else – "
"Who?"
"Mack would if..."
"He's asleep!"
"Tomorrow you can ask him and – "
"No tonight I mean..."
"Why? What's so important they gotta be – "
"I get double points if they're sent before – "
"To who?" Pat smelled something burning. Or someone sweating weighing the pros and cons.
"Just... um... y'know... the dorm... the guys... and..."
"You got some sorta bet going with the guys at college?"
"Yeah... something like that" looking at the camera like a smuggled foreign device, threatening to blow up or something.
"So if not Mack "before Denny had to squeeze out the words Pat said it for him "Y'need me to – "
"You know how to operate this – "
"Yeah me and cameras are..."
"Damn if I didn't need to do this right now tonight... "
"So really what are they for?" because if Pat was going to do this, he wanted as much shit on Mack's brother as he could get. Not that he would mock him, or have Mack give him shit but this was too tempting to resist. Having Mack's brother over the barrel was going to make this worthwhile.
"Just pics of me – like face pics and – "
"Gotcha, but deadlines and points and?"
"Willya help me out? That would be great y'know that would really – I mean I'm kinda in a spot here..."
"Sure but..." of course Pat had to pretend being reluctant and hesitant about all this.
"But what? You mean like Mack?"
"Like I'll be damned if I'm telling him you roped me into take nu—I mean nothing, like pics in the middle of the night and – "
"Yeah I forgot how late I mean early it is! Maybe this ain't – like you really want – "
"Naw we're good" and Pat reached over and picked up the camera. As he suspected it was already set for Auto "so let's see what you got already" expecting Denny to scream and yank it out of his hands.
"Don't laugh" as Pat looked at the few he had already taken. Exactly the quality of pics Pat expected to be taken by someone in his condition. They were either blurry or overexposed or barely in frame.
"Yeah see what ya mean" seeing one with Denny trying to hold the camera with one hand and flex his bicep at the same time.
"So you'll do this?"
"We better hurry before..."
"Yeah" and before Denny could brace himself Pat fired off a series of pics of his shocked expression.
"Hey no fair! At least let me" do what? Like Pat really expected Denny to get all dressed up and primped for his photo shoot?
"Okay okay just messin wit ya" Pat looked around "go stand there" pointing at the closet door "you'll look better against the dark background. You got a t-shirt I'm thinking."
"Sure" he made a detour to his luggage to find a clean one.
"And those jeans" Pat looked over his shoulder and saw what he was packing.
"You want me to get dressed?" too much surprise in his voice.
"Yeah for starters" totally slipped out "shit I mean – "
"Y-y-you m-mean in case we do more than head shots, huh?"
"Yeah, that's what I meant" Pat lied. He stood there as Denny tugged a tight white t-shirt over his still damp body, the thin material hugging and defining his newly sculped muscles. Pat remembered when Denny had been all bulk and little definition, in no hurry to have his picture taken. Like all the rest of the Mullers. The long-haired baby-fat "senior" Pat had last seen was now this relatively in-shape – but still bulky Pat noted as he dropped the towel and stepped into his jeans – semi-bald bearded college-going stud. He stuffed the t-shirt into the jeans and took his place in front of the lights, leaning against his chair "looking good there Denny. Okay closer to me – yeah right there!" and click went the camera. First looking serious then with his goofy grin then with that bare-bulb floor-lamp moved to catch his profile then with the slightest prodding Pat got him to fold his arms across his wide chest looking mean and intimidating.
"Wow this is great!" Denny was so enjoying being the center of attention "no way I could do this by myself."
"So exactly what is this for? Explain this to me."
"Okay like some of the guys in the dorms, we all..."
"Got like some weird competition huh?"
"More or less, yeah."
"And this deadline is for what?" seeing a slight nod "okay muscle pose now, big guy!" and right on cue Denny did his double-biceps pose "yeah, totally hot!"
"Hot?"
"You look good okay?" Pat moved the light back "now roll up your sleeves like..."
"Like a muscle t?" which he did. First one arm then the bigger one all flexed and hard.
"Wow you sure you're the same Dennis? You don't look like..."
"Not like when..."
"So what happened? You used to be this – sorry but you were this lumpy couch potato and – "
"Don't rub it in" dropping his pose until Pat had him raise his arms again "I was a big slob okay? But being at college, around real college aged dudes and..."
"No more living in mom's fridge, I'm thinking" knowing exactly how hard it could be to be on any sort of diet while living only a few feet from a too-well-stocked refrigerator. He had to struggle but his brother Mike had to practically starve himself to keep his wrestling weight. Only Sean could eat whatever he wanted and not turn into a total blimp. But Sean was very active. Too active as far as Pat was concerned "okay push out that chest sideways now" and with a few more suggestions Pat got him into position. For that pose as well as the next ten or twenty, first Denny suggested poses then Pat took over. As soon as Pat saw him start to tire and discolor that t-shirt with his sweat Pat knew it was time "okay... um... the t-shirt..."
"Should I lose it?" and he was already lifting it up.
"Hold that, right there" getting a pic of that hairy line down to his waist, and then several as he bared his flexed abs, then his filled chest, his face hidden. Without Pat even suggesting it, Denny was doing his best to make his abs and pecs, make all those new muscles stand out like crazy.
"Okay now... um now what should I do?" Denny stood there stripped to the waist, his jeans sagging down to his hips.
"Same as before but now without the tee" so Pat took pic after pic of a half-naked Denny posing and flexing this way and that. Knowing they did not have an infinite amount of time Pat knew it was time to up the stakes "okay face the door and... um... unbutton your jeans a little."
"Huh?!?!"
"Just enough y'know, the top of your crack..."
"Y'mean like this?" and Denny opened the front of his fly, his jeans sagging down all the way past his butt!
"Yeah that's it. Now flex your arms again" and Denny gave another double biceps, the muscles in his back popping as he stood under the lights, staggering to maintain his balace and keep his jeans from falling at the same time "totally awesome Denny, seriously!"
"No way I coulda done this by..."
"Yeah bathroom mirrors don't cut it, right?"
"No shit" slowly lowering his arms.
"No leave'm up... and... turn a bit more sideways, no the other way, more back towards..." wanting to see how far his jeans had slid down in front "yeah a bit more" already seeing the side of his bare hip and
"But..."
"Keep going" and as he turned Pat saw first the head and then the rest of the shaft of Denny's rapidly filling cock "yeah stud keep turning."
"But..." he quickly lowered his hands to cover his crotch "no don't!"
"You competing with those other dudes or what?"
"Yeah but!"
"You telling me none of them ain't going to be submitting... y'know..." nodding down at Dennie's hands.
"Um... I don't know" but Denny turned until he was face forward. When he saw Pat lowering himself until the camera was waist-level he knew Pat had seen his problem.
"So those other pics, those other guys..."
"Y-y-yeah?" boy was Denny turning red.
"You only gonna be posting some from tonight, right? Not all of them right?"
"Some. It depends on what the other dudes..."
"But I'm guessing the other dudes and you – you guys like got a bet, huh? Like seeing who's gonna push it farther than anybody else, huh? And who's gonna show first, huh?"
"Kinda... yeah..."
"So you betting none of them ain't gonna do the full frontal thing?"
"Knowing St-I mean some dudes... probably yeah."
"What if he – I mean some dudes do that? You lose the bet?"
"You must know these dudes!"
"All guys have the same twisted minds okay?" Pat was on a roll now "so how much?"
"How much of what?" his glance stealing down to his jean tugged back up.
"How much was the bet for? Seeing Denny flinch "a hundred?"
"I wish."
"More?"
"Like St-I mean those guys won't lose no matter what it..."
"More huh?" seeing Denny's slight node.
"Okay then I'm thinking it's time to let'm fall Denny" nodding at his jeans.
"But!"
"Do it!"
"But you won't..."
"Tell – "
"No I mean you don't think it's too..."
"I think you're a total chickenshit – and a totally broke one on top of it – if you don't, got it?"
"You sure?" Denny was genuinely red and sweating, but Pat could tell he also was just pretending to be embarrassed about this. Like if he was too eager, then Pat could tell... what?
"Like total sure."
"I can't believe I'm doing this" letting the jeans slide down with one hand still plastered over his crotch "this is so..."
"Trust me! It's worth it" changing some settings on the camera "you don't want them to..."
"Can't believe you really talking me into this totally nasty shit" which was a lightbulb going off as far as Pat was concerned. Pat talking him into it? Not the other way around? Pat heard that like it was an open invitation.
"Do it and nobody's gonna hear about it, got it?"
"And you won't say shit to – "
"Denny do it! C'mon time's wasting here."
"It stays between us only okay?" seeing a drunk half-naked guy trying to look bravely reluctant, like he knew what he was doing and failing miserably.
"Just you and whoever you got this bet with, okay?"
"You swear?"
"Just do it already!" and with a bit more wobbling off came his jeans "and now..." knowing this was the moment of truth Pat took a deep breath and steadied the camera. Would he actually do it? The next four seconds would cinch the deal "double... biceps Denny. Do it!"
"Fuck..." he planted his feet and lifted his arms and flexed. He closed his eyes as he heard the camera clicking away, his obviously hardening dick bobbing forwards and upward with each heartbeat. Now Pat got a chance to really scrutinize the youngest Muller meat, seeing how much it was like Mack's, only slightly thinner and – he would never tell him – longer than Mack's. And as he noticed in the shower, his pubes had been trimmed to accentuate it. Pat continued to take several pics as it rose to its full hard, pointing forward and slightly to the side. Only when Denny got up his nerve did he open his eyes, and just as he feared there was Pat crouched down taking close-up shots of his crotch, barely inches from his cock. The last few were from below looking up and into his face.
"Bet your buddies would not dare do this, right?"
"Yeah totally" Denny lied "okay well I guess that's more than... I mean what I was expecting to get tonight. Hell that was more than I – "
"We finished here Denny?" knowing the answer.
"Hey you're the one with the camera. Unless you got any more suggestions?" slipped out. A sober Denny would never have gone half this far. Or actually say that.
"Yeah I mean you're already showing it all and – "
"And you didn't laugh or freak or run out the room so..."
"Just one or two of you" nodding down at what Denny was stroking "y'know just tugging at it a little."
"Like I'm already doing?" and Denny was half-stroking half-tugging at his seven inches of cut meat. Up close and hard Pat could not help but compare every line and crease to Mack's cock, or their dad's for that matter. But unlike those other Muller weapons this one was so intentionally trimmed like he was... like Denny had been planning something like this for a while? Which only gave Pat a green light to push this to the next stage.
"Y'know your cock can look even bigger if..."
"How?"
"You trust me?"
"Dude like if I don't trust you now."
"Okay you ready to go to the next stage? Like really push – "
"Maybe... um... yeah" fresh from the shower and already sweating and dripping.
"Your cock can look even bigger when... I mean if it's shiny" and if Pat didn't spit into his hand and before Denny could react smeared his spit all over that red tube.
"Hey!"
"Fold your arms now!" which Denny did once he managed to pull his hands away from his now slick throbbing cock. Pat got pic after pic of his chest, his mid-section and his reddened and shiny-taut cock from all angles. When Pat retuned to his feet to get a different angle, Denny would have been blind not to see what was pushing out the front of his pj bottoms.
"Pat... wow... um..."
"Hey you're hard too okay?"
"But you're like totally boned just..."
"Just taking pics of a hot naked stud, so?"
"Wow..." looking down at how distended his pj's were "that really... I'm mean that's really all you?" but instead of saying a word Pat simply pulled down his – or rather Mack's pj bottoms until there were two naked guys standing with their hardons almost touching "wow... that's like... um scary almost..."
"Ain't gonna bite" and Pat brought their cocks together until they were resting side by side. As soon as he did, the camera got busy again. First it was Pat's hand rubbing them together, pulling them alongside each other, their heads stabbing into each other's pubes, Pat's monster making Denny's look like the young guy that he was. It was not long before Denny dropped the pretense of doing this – camera and all – and then there were two hands stretching and tugging at those two hardons, one red and shiny, one long and pale. But Pat's free hand stayed on the shutter, this time getting pics of Denny's hand playing with their cocks "go on get a real good look at what I got. Do it Muller!"
"Promise you won't..."
"Do it!" and Denny slowly lowered into a crouch until his face was waist level with Pat's abs. Then he was zeroing in on his navel and with the slightest encouragement, Denny was inches from that famously long cock. The next pic was of Denny's face shamefully close to the head, the first beads of precum starting to ooze from the slip. When Pat pushed forward until the slimy head was almost hitting his nose, Denny did not recoil. Pat grabbed the base and angled it until the business end was rubbing against Denny's mouth!
"No please don't make me! If I do then the guys – "
"Will know you beat them at their own game! Do it!"
"Please no it's too..." and there was the camera catching Pat pressing forward until the head had disappeared past Denny's lips. Pat rested it there feeling him give up the fight. Pat had him!
"Stand up!"
"Huh what?"
"Do it!" and as soon as Denny was standing – wobbly but still erect, he noticed – Pat was on his knees with Denny's cock getting the full treatment. Except this time Pat's mouth stayed on long enough to get more than one or two shots. By the time Pat leaned back, Denny's cock had been swallowed to the base.
"Oh fuck oh fuck!" Denny was rocking and gasping for air "wow..."
"First blow job?"
"Yeah" he lied "wow I was almost close – shit I almost coulda cum in your mouth!"
"Ready to up the stakes? Something those dudes would never dare do?"
"Um... I dunno..." because Denny exactly knew.
"Just for the shot, got it?"
"I don't know... I mean if..."
"Mack won't know I promise. C'mon Denny your only chance to..." watching his cock bobbing his answer.
"You sure about this?"
"Just to pretend, okay? Like those dudes would NEVER have the balls to go this far! Okay lean forward over the bed. Do it Muller! Nobody's gonna know" yeah right, Pat told himself.
"Um... er... use this" Denny reached into his overnite bag and pulled out a tube of hand cream. Nice white milky hand cream. Like he knew exactly how it would look when Pat smeared it into his crack and then pressed his cock towards the hole. When Denny pulled his cheeks apart, Pat readied the camera and then his cockhead pressed into his pucker. Denny gasped loud enough to wake the whole house as Pat slid the head past the ring an inch or two. The camera caught the image from at least seventeen different angles! He heard something like wimpering from beneath him, sensing it was not pain but something larger and more profound coming from Denny. Pat pulled out and got several shots of his slimed dick and Denny's creamed hole. As they both had planned, it looked like Pat had just shot his load in that virgin opened ass.
"Okay now it's real" Pat set the camera on the desk pointing at them. He pushed a few buttons and then picked up the cream. When he began to coat Denny's cock with it, he yanked backwards!
"Don't don't I'm real close!" both panic and lust all over his bright-red face.
"Make it last as long as you want... or can" Pat took Denny's spot bent over the bed, his legs wide apart, his crack spread open "do it stud! Hurry up!"
"Fuck! You really want me to – "
"I'm telling you, do it! Now!"
"I can't believe you're making me do..." and with a sloppy lunge Denny rammed his cock into the hottest slimiest most amazing hole he ever experienced! He was too busy trying to keep himself from shooting off then and there to notice the clicks coming from the camera every few seconds. And of course he was too into it to realize he was pouring all of his desires and secret lusts straight into Pat's brain! He could feel his orgasm build and build, looking down his front at his cock buried in that while flesh, the realization it was a guy's ass is what finally pushed him over the top, the clicks coming from behind him drowned out by his loud gasps as he shot off again and again into that hot flesh. Long after he blew his huge load deep into Pat's ass he continued pumping and thrusting like a runaway train, the images buried in his brain just gushing out of him. Pat could see how Denny was really intending some – not all! – of these pics to be handed over to those guys at the dorm. It was half-way between blackmail and paying up some deep gambling debts. Just like that Steve from down the hall and that Willy and his roomie Carl across the hall as well. Even though Steve's debt was deeper, somehow Denny had let himself get more compromised. But that was only Denny's immediate thoughts; deeper, much deeper, was the desire that somehow these pics would find their way to... oh shit! Pat could see the image of... damn, it was Mack seeing Denny's pics! Then Mack was handing them to their dad! The deeper intention was for Mack and their dad to see them so that... holy shit! Denny wanted nothing more than to have the two of them – no all three of them! – and they're all naked and Denny is blowing his brother with their dad watching! Then Denny's sucking their dad and then Mack is greasing his cock and wow! It was all there and then Pat felt that slowly softening cock fall out of his ever-sore hole "wow..."
"Denny you good?"
"Wow..." he all but collapsed sideways onto his bed. Leaving Pat to stop the camera and check the battery. He found that towel and proceeded to finish cleaning up Denny's smeared cum-splattered crotch and then his own butt. But the last images were not of his messy butt. Like Denny was in any shape to stop Pat from taking pics of Denny's cock dripping the last few drops.
"You okay?"
"Wow" like somehow Denny's climax had removed the ability for speech.
"I... um... sorry but I gotta..." nodding back down the hall. He made sure Denny saw him connecting the camera to his lap-top and hit the download button.
"Wow..." shaking his head "I can't believe I did that, that you made me do..."
"I gotta go but..." Pat knew it would blow his mind. But this was what had pulled him out of his sleeping bag, he told himself "um... Denny..."
"What? Oh wow thanks! That was..."
"Look I know about..."
"About what?"
"Steve and Willy and – "
"WHAT? HOW? Did they?"
"No it ain't like that! I don't `know' them, okay?" lowering his voice listening for any noise from the hall, silencing Denny in the process "but only show them only what you think you need to to win that... um bet."
"How do you know?!?!"
"Let's just say" Pat stepping back into the pj bottoms "when your cock is up somebody's butt it's kinda hard to keep secrets, okay?"
"But..."
"Exactly" half-dressed he sat down on the bed with him. His hand went out to Denny's shoulder "and as for the other thing..." Pat braced himself for the earthquake that was coming.
"What other thing?"
"The other secrets... I could see them real clearly okay? And don't freak but..."
"What secrets?" dreading the answer.
"Not this weekend" pressing down on that hot shoulder "but soon, as soon as you are home again..."
"Pat you're scaring me now!"
"Too late to be scared anymore okay? But..." every muscle under his palm tense enough to break "but... maybe a card game or something with your dad – "
"My dad?!?!" definitely loud enough to wake the house.
"Ssssh! Okay? Keep it down but I know okay? I know if you and your dad" putting his hand over Kenny's mouth to prevent another yell "and yeah Mack too. Maybe strip poker or something like that okay?"
"What what are you saying what in hell – "
"I know okay? Okay Denny I could feel it coming off you in waves I could see what you were thinking about those two okay, when you were plowing me okay? You don't gotta keep that secret anymore but I'm telling you listen! It can happen okay? I can maybe make it happen okay?"
"I don't know what you're talking about" Denny pulled away from him, angry and freaked and betrayed and humiliated for starters.
"I'm talking about you and Mack and your dad and your fantasies about all three of you, okay?"
"You're lying! Bullshit!"
"I'm just saying next time you're home get a hold of me okay? And I can make it happen, okay?"
"Even if you could" he snarled "like they – I mean no WAY! they'd even think about..."
"One way to find out okay? Call me when – "
"Fuck! You're gonna out me to Mack! You're going in there and – "
"Fuck no! Ain't like that! I don't say shit to either one of them, got it? Not until you're ready... like you're all together and clothes come off and then everybody knows everything about everybody, got it?"
"This is nuts!" seeing Pat was serious Denny knew he was pinned "damn you damn okay but promise you won't say – "
"I already told you! Your secret – your secrets – are safe okay? You got enough to worry about with that Steve dude, okay? But me you ain't got to worry about, we clear?" and Pat was at the door. He listened carefully to make sure nobody would be out in the hall to witness his departure.
"Damnit I wish this never happened!"
"But it did, okay? And you're gonna look back on tonight as one of the most amazing, memorable moments of your life. Call me" and Pat slid out the door, every nerve on his alert, his ears super-sensitive now to the house. He was back in Mack's room before he realized. But it would be a long time before Pat's churning brain was asleep.