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Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm.
A warm thank you to all you guys who have taken the time to write with your comments and suggestions. Your emails remind me this story is as important to you guys as it is to these guys who are caught in the growing story. I am flattered and humbled knowing this twisted tale has an international -- and horneee! - audience. My only regret is I cannot gather all you hot dudes together in one place and let you all have at it. Now THAT would be something worth writing about...
Now, back to our show --
Chapter Seventy-four
Saturday, August 10 continued
Joel approached the guy behind the desk first, "Merklins" he announced himself.
"Yeah hey Joel" the guy typed him into the system, then did a double-take at the screen "holy cow Joel -- "
"What? I'm paid up through the month" Joel craned his head over the counter trying to see what the problem was.
"Hell you're paid up through the whole year! according to this" he hit a few more keys, "yessir that's right."
"How's that?" Joel looked at Kroos "you know anything -- "
"Do not look at me" Kroos came up along side Joel at the counter "Larry can you check who paid?"
Larry looked at them both "Joel I didn't know you and Doc Savage were buddies."
"Doc Savage?" Joel looked at Kroos, barely hiding the smirk "you?"
"That's what all the guys in the weight room call'm" Larry laughed then hit more keys "no, no record of who did it. It just shows on Aug 5 somebody paid your dues through December 31."
"I assume I am also paid up?" Kroos gave Larry a strange look.
"Of course doc" Larry typed his name in next "sure is odd. You too are paid up through the whole year -- "
"But I only paid through September first..."
"Well looks like you two found yourselves some sponsors or something."
"No idea who?" from Joel.
"I suppose we could go back and see whose credit card was used..." he looked first at Joel and then at Kroos "you two have no idea?"
"No really..." Joel tried to change the subject "sure sounds busy today" hearing the echoing of basketballs hitting the hard wood floor, voices shouting and feet banging away.
"Shoulda been here earlier" Larry chuckled "a whole boy scout troup's in here for swimming lessons."
"They better not - I mean they ain't still here are they?"
"Naw, you missed the worst of it" nodding his head at the racket from the courts "but it sure has been staying busy though. Usually it thins out Saturday afternoons by now."
"Maybe the weather" Joel felt himself flush now. He was nervous about a bunch of kids running around, getting in the way. For what he had planned that last thing he needed was a g.d. peanut gallery. But it sounded like Moose or Billy or somebody'd been busy making phone calls earlier. Or maybe not. Maybe something else was up? The pit of his stomach did another one of those flip-flops, but now this time it had a soundtrack accompanying it.
"Let's get some workout in before those scouts come back" Joel all but dragged Kroos away from the desk before he had a chance to ask Larry any leading questions "okay?"
"Fine" Kroos picked up his gymbag and followed Joel down the hall. Once they had the area to themselves Kroos muttered soft enough so no one might hear,
"So we were in such a hurry... to come here?"
"You would rather be back there getting - I mean with that Arn guy?" Joel raised an eyebrow.
"I do not know... maybe..." as they approached the door for the men's locker room. Joel went in first.
"Didn't know you were that keen on..." Joel looked around, a few bodies were here and there, but nobody he knew or expected "y'know doing the 'Arn thang'" he started heading for his locker, noticing Kroos heading for his.
"Meet you in five minutes" Kroos kept going several rows down, leaving Joel to find his locker by himself. Joel's nervousness returned big time. Did he suspect something? Was he bolting for the back door even as he sat there? After two - no three - attempts Joel got the damn lock to give. He threw his bag inside like it was smuggled goods. Which in a way it was.
He reached into the bag and pulled out the half-finished bottle of that blue sports drink and set it on the bench next to him. Before he had his shoes and socks off it was empty. Damn, he had gotten more than a little dehydrated back there! Kroos was right, the drinks were a good idea. Joel pulled off the last of his clothes, grabbing his towel from inside the locker. Maybe a shower first might help, he thought. Maybe he could talk Kroos... then he laughed out loud. Talk him into it? Shit, I AM brain-fried! I don't have to talk him into it; all I gotta do is say, do it!
Joel slammed and locked his locker, the towel loosely tossed around his waist. He was about to go find Kroos when Kroos found him. They almost collided at the end of the row.
"Where you headin?" Joel saw Kroos' similar attire, so the question was redundant.
"Same as you" Kroos looked around, seeing a few guys coming and going "unless..." he narrowed his eyes.
"Unless what?" Joel looked around as well.
"Unless you were planning -- "
"Really doc... Savage" Joel slugged him "we're here to turn some of the flab back into hard muscle" he grabbed his belly "or at least I am."
"We both can use some time with the weights" Kroos started for the far end of the room "but I need to get some of this sand -- "
"That too" Joel sniffed himself "I reek."
"You are fine" Kroos entered the shower area first "you do not have all this hair to aggrevate the problem."
They entered the shower area one by one hearing the voices first. Two guys were occupying the first two stalls, talking, or arguing rather, about something involving someone named Barb and her plans for next Tuesday. Joel headed for the back stalls and indicated for Kroos to follow. They took the two last stalls, facing each other. When then got their showers running the sound of the two guys was almost drowned out.
Joel buried his face under the cool spray, feeling the day's accumulation of crud rinse away. He stood there for what seemed like an hour, slowly feeling his body giving off less and less steam, his brain feeling less like a roast turkey.
When he turned Kroos was lathering himself from head to toe. Joel stopped to watch for a moment, the white suds swirling and smearing through the matted black hair. He hesitated too long because the sight started to bring the blood back into his crotch. Before he turned back he noticed that Kroos also noticed. He heard a soft "damn" come from Kroos as he hit the cold water.
It took him a few moments to become respectable again. He turned off the water and started to dry himself.
"Y'okay?" Joel started to leave.
"Yes I am fine..." Kroos had his back to him "I will join you in a minute."
"You hurtin or somethin?"
"No..." Kroos half turned "I did not know it would take effect so fast" showing the faintest hint of what was sticking out of his groin. The Viagra had kicked in.
"Cool" Joel whispered " meet ya at yer locker in five" and he finished drying his cooling flesh and wrapped himself up, passing the two guys as he did. They barely noticed him, much less the swelling in his towel.
Joel went back to his locker and got it open on the second try this time. He was in his jock and shorts fast. Just as he was getting back into his socks he heard,
"Hey!"
Joel looked up. It was a guy he knew too well.
"Herrer, what the hell you doin here?"
"Where is he?" no hi Joel, howzitgoin Joel, just wherzee!
"Who?"
"Cut the shit! Moose said Kroos is here and he's willin to -- "
"What? Where is he?"
"Either in the weight room or the pool. We thought y'weren't showin..."
"Or we're here alright. Meet ya in the weight room in a few" Joel watched Mannie leave the locker room almost at a run, the biggest grim he had seen on that gangbanger since he had Joel tied in the chair getting worked over by the group. What a fuckin sadist! Joel thought. But then a lot of the guys had some major scores to settle with Kroos, and he could only imagine what other ones were "processed" by the docs when he was not there. The whole damn team? The whole school? Even that other high school, South?
Joel was back in a t-shirt - hanging in the locker since? -- and his shorts when Kroos found him, holding the towel tight in front of him.
"Y'ain't dressed yet?"
"Joel you knew it would have this effect..." Kroos held the towel tight to his waist, showing the hard tube pressed up to the knot "maybe we should not -- "
"Naw y'look fine" Joel slugged him in the shoulder "maybe a little flabby but a good workout will fix that right?"
"Well... maybe,.. but if -- "
"No buts" Joel slapped his butt, smirking "let's get y'decent. We don't want y'going to the weight room in a damn towel!"
"Good! I was worried there you had ideas that -- "
"Hey can't y'trust me by now?" Joel locked his locker, picked up his towel and directed Kroos over to his locker, a few rows down. When they came around the corner, they saw two guys sitting there. It looked that had been waiting hours for them.
Joel recognized one of the minnows, the black guy, the guy everyone called Clue. Because he was so Clueless, Joel guessed. The other one, the hispanic one, he had seen around school but did not remember his name. He nodded at them first,
"Hey dudes whatzzup?"
The other one stood up and came over to where Kroos had stopped in front of his locker.
"Whazzup?" they shook and knocked fists, "you Merklins right?"
"Yeah, didn't I have you in gym class last year?" taking Joel all of three seconds to figure out this show was for Kroos' benefit.
"Yeah, Jorge remember?"
"Yeah cool" Joel looked past him "that's Clue right?"
"Yeah" Jorge looked at Kroos "hey doc" nodded sheepishly, and did not put out his hand.
"How is everything Jorge?" Kroos held out his hand so Jorge had to shake.
"Fine.. I guess" he was keeping his eyes down. Joel could not tell if he was one of the guys Kroos had put through the ringer or not. Either way he was having a hard time looking Kroos in the face. Or was he just distracted by the parts below the neck? One way to find out, he thought.
"C'mon doc let's get our butts in motion" Joel said, keeping Jorge - and that Clue guy down the bench a ways - in his peripheral vision.
"Good seeing you again Jorge" Kroos turned his attention to his locker, hoping the kid would get the hint "now if you will excuse me..."
"Nah, hang around" Joel guessed why these two had been waiting there. Were they the advance scouts? He had sent Mannie ahead to alert, warn? whoever else was lurking about. He looked around the row, seeing only that Clue dude and one other guy, maybe in his thirties, further down the bench. There had been one other guy in one of the rows of lockers they passed, and except for the noise of a few guys in the showers they were almost isolated, "as soon as Kroos gets dressed here y'can join us on the weights, how's that?"
"Sure ... 'skool..." Jorge was not in a big hurry to leave, so he sat down, straddling the bench, facing Kroos.
"Maybe you might want to go on ahead" Kroos gave him a stern look, then at Joel trying to show his concern.
"Naw it's cool Kroos" Joel pointed at the lock "y'didn't forget your combination did you?"
"No of course not!" Kroos gave him a rather pissed look. He could feel Jorge's eyes on him.
"Well let's go! What'yer waitin for?"
"You two go ahead, I will catch up with you okay? Okay?" Kroos almost reached out and throttled Joel. Joel shrugged. Jorge stayed glued to the bench, his t-shirt starting to get damp, his forehead shiny.
"Nah we can wait. Go on doc, you can... do. it..." Joel narrowed his eyes, letting him know he was not getting out of it.
Kroos stood there a moment, his big chest swelling with each breath. Without turning he worked the lock until it came open. With the two flanking him, he reached into the pile of clothes and pulled out his jockstrap.
"Naw y'don't need t'wear that dirty thing" Joel said not too loud, not looking at Jorge.
"Joel, give me a break. You know I -- "
"You're always so modest doc" Joel bit his tongue "just wear those running shorts" he pointed at the blue nylon pair hanging on one of the hooks.
"You know I -- "
"Hurry up already" Joel almost reached for them, but Kroos knocked his hand away.
"Okay" he gave him a short quick look. In any other situation Joel would have shit, knowing the guy was ready to pound the crap out of him. But here, Joel was holding all the cards.
Kroos sat down, taking the shorts from the locker. He started to pull them over his feet, thinking he could somehow pull them up under the towel, so as not to expose his condition to everyone. Most of all to Jorge who was sitting not two feet away. Joel saw the ploy.
"Trade towels with ya, doc" Joel stood there, his own clutched in his left hand.
"Why? You have a towel?"
"Mine's dry" Joel nodded his head maybe an inch "I'll hang it up for you t'dry while we're working out."
"Joel no you do not -- "
"Do it doc" Joel's voice was soft and deadly. He stood there waiting, holding out his own towel as bait.
"No really Joel -- "
"Yes really doc. Do it" this time he looked at Jorge, who had been watching this, his expression bouncing between confusion and fear.
Seeing Joel was not going to let him off the hook, Kroos stood up, standing as close to the open locker as possible. The door hid some of his front from the rest of the row, and also from Jorge, he guessed. He looked at Joel and undid his towel, his hardon flopping down, but hidden by the door as he planned. They both heard a small hiss from Jorge.
Joel looked down the row seeing who was watching. Clue was standing there, not moving a muscle, and yes he was watching. He was so busy watching it looked like he stopped breathing!
Kroos stepped into the running shorts, and as he did Jorge stole a rather good peek at what Kroos had been trying to hide. His hand went down to his crotch, covering himself. But not before Joel caught a glance at a lump in his briefs sticking out of one of the leg holes of his baggy trunks. Joel had a real good hunch why this Jorge dude showed up. Yeah, he was one of Kroos' victims. And more than that he was boning on Kroos. Maybe it's time, Joel thought, to see if he was getting the correct signals from this guy.
"Jorge" Joel almost had to yell to get his attention away from Kroos' bod "the doc here's tryin t'convince me to shave my pubes like he did. Y'think it looks lame?"
"Wha...?" was the best he could managed.
"Y'know... a shaved crotch like the doc here has. He's tellin me it's cleaner during this fuckin hot weather" but Jorge was not breathing well. He just sat there trying not to stare "what'dyou think?"
"I dunno..."
"Doc show him..." Joel laid it on the table. Show time doc!
"Maybe some other time" Kroos had the shorts up to his waist and was hunting for the largest t-shirt he could find. What he found was a large - no triple extra large - sleaveless sweatshirt. He was about to pull it over it head when Joel stopped him,
"Before y'put that on, explain to Jorge about - no just show him" Joel let go his arm "he'll figure it out."
"Show him what exactly" Kroos turned his back on Jorge. He had stolen a peak of Jorge's crotch before he did. Of course the way he was straddling the bench put everything on display, including what was starting to poke out of one of the leg openings.
"C'mon Kroos ain'tcha been payin attention?" Joel nodded at Kroos' crotch "show Jorge here what a good job y'did shavin yerself... down there..."
Kroos stole another look around the vicinity. Beyond Jorge he could see that Klu guy who was making a point of not staring, but staring enough to have attracted the attention of that middle-aged guy at the end of the row. Joel could have sworn that when they first came up to the locker, that guy had been getting dressed. He remembered seeing him already in his pants and polo shirt, sitting on the bench , in what he thought was the act of putting on his shoes. But now when they looked he was stripped to his t-shirt and briefs. And yeah, he was stealing looks down the bench, but whether at Klu or further down to the threesome Joel could not tell from his position.
"Too many people Joel" Kroos was going to hold his ground "maybe later -- "
"Now doc" Joel pointed at the clock "we're wastin time here. Strip doc. Do it!"
Kroos sat down and gave his trademark glare to Joel, but pulled the oversize sweatshirt over his head.
"Y'ever seen the doc stripped down Jorge?" Joel now had a better look at what Jorge was trying to control between his legs. Both his hands were trying to cover what was a growing problem down there.
"Hell no... I'mean..."
"Thought maybe you mighta been in to the doc's... for an...'exam' y'know?"
"Sheeeeet" but that might have been his reaction seeing Kroos pull the sweatshirt over his head, his muscles sweat-sheened and matted with sweaty black hair close enough to grab.
"It's cool Jorge" Joel looked at him "I know like at least half the school's been to the doc's -- "
"Whaaaaa?"
"And I know what those exams were like dude okay?" Joel started to fondle himself, making sure Jorge got the idea "y'ain't the only school jock been through the Kroos-o-matic okay?"
"Y'mean ya --"
"Shit Jorge! Dude, why y'think the doc'n me are tight? Shit I'm like WORKING there now okay?"
"But Billy -- "
"Him too, but when Billy's burned out - or rather his dick is worn out - then I get to help out the docs -- "
"Shit Merklins! I thought it was -- "
"Dude like use yer head! I don't know what the doc here was up to when you -- and that Clue too? -- were put through that show-n-tell carwash, but I can tell ya things have gotten wilder... MUCH wilder since."
"Joel you do not need to talk about -- "
"I'm talkin til y'get outa those" pointing at the shorts "get it?"
"Fine!" Kroos grabbed the towel and put it over his lap. Before Joel could say anything, he slipped the waistband of the shorts down to his thighs, lifting up an inch or so off the bench. Once they were clear of his massive thighs, he pulled them all the way down to the floor. He looked around, making sure no one else could see what he had done.
"Okay give Jorge the towel now" Joel was making a point of stroking himself, having a good hunch that Clueless guy could recognize the gesture from his distance. He looked over at him and sure enough, Klu was now staring more than glancing. The guy beyond him was sitting down, his hands grabbing the bench on either side of him. He was trying to stare into his locker, but Joel caught him stealing a glance at them. The second time he did, Joel smiled and gave him a thumbs up signal. The guy looked away fast. This was some kinda fun, he thought, keeping one eye on Kroos, one on that guy and one on Jorge and Clue. But let's take this game to the next step.
Kroos stood there naked now, the towel bundled up in his lap. He noticed Joel's sly signal to the end of the bench, hoping it was to Klu. He remembered - all too well - when these two were in the office, as well as their roles in the Saturday afternoon situation. Several times that day he wanted to intervene, to put a stop to it, but whenever he looked back at the "sponsors" they gave him a clear unambiguous look: keep yer fucking mouth shut! So he did. And now it seems he is still paying the price for his complicity. Without looking at Jorge he pulled the towel away from his crotch and set it down next to him. He did not have to turn to hear Jorge's reaction.
"Dios mio!" he grunted, his hand grabbing his crotch hard "wow...."
"So y'tellin me y'never seen the doc here stripped down?" Joel took his hand away letting him see how boned up he was.
"Fuck no man!" Jorge's eyes were almost as big as the thing in his shorts "like when we were... shit!"
"I can guess" Joel looked at him, struggling with his own shorts "you were the one - the ones - who were naked and yeah probably boned, not the docs right?"
"Shit Merklins" Jorge saw what was happening in Joel's shorts "how much you know --"
"Same as you... but more so" he reached inside his shorts and grabbed his dick "no need to be shy any more... we understand each other?"
"Damn Joel..." Jorge sat there mesmerized by seeing Kroos, ALL of Kroos, on display. Like it was for his benefit or something! Man when I got the call from Billy I thought he was wacked out or shit. I just came down here to the Y t'see if shit was hitting the fan now or what? But this?
"Bet ya didn't even know Kroos he was uncut... like yer buddy Clue there right?"
"How you know bout?"
"Shit Jorge!" he gave Kroos a sly look "we got PE classes together remember?"
"Oh yeah shit right" Jorge still stole a glance behind him, seeing Klu standing by his locker, toying with the lock over and over again.
"But seein Clue's dick doesn't compare with this club the doc's been carrying around right?"
"Shit... I guess" Jorge's face was back at Kroos' crotch.
"Face him doc..." Joel's attention was now on that Clue guy and his silent partner behind him "Jorge here needs a good look. He ain't ever got a chance to -- "
"Joel let me get dressed. Remember we were in a big hurry to get here for a work out?" Kroos was less and less in the mood for Joel's antics now. He wanted to get into his clothes fast and get his almost painful erection covered before god knows what! might start.
"Naw we got a few minutes" Joel noticed now that guy was just sitting, but having a harder time not looking over in their direction. Shit, once he gets a good look at the doc, he thought, that will push it one way or the other "Face the music doc, show Jorge here what he been missin..."
"Joel..."
"Do. It."
Kroos opened his locker door again, hoping for the screen, but Joel slammed it shut, loud enough for both Clue and that guy to turn. Kroos saw them turn and hesitated, half off the bench. But then he felt Joel's hand on his ass, almost pushing him to turn. He knew it was too late then to try to sit down so he started to turn, both hands covering himself.
"And hands behind yer back doc. Do it!"
Kroos lowered his head, not wanting to see the reaction from the two down the bench, but he removed his hands, his bright red hardon swinging free. His unshaved crotch was maybe a foot away from Jorges' face, his mouth almost hanging open with shock.
But Joel was looking past Kroos' broad shoulder to see the reaction from the other two. Clue stopped frozen in place, mouthing "fuuuu..." his face turned fully towards them. But his reaction was nothing compared to that guy's! He almost stopped breathing! His face flushed a bright red, his head almost turned backwards. It looked like the white t-shirt had cut off his circulation, his face was so swollen and red. Joel's first reaction was to run over there and do a goddamn heimlich on the dude or something! But when he pulled off his t-shirt, Joel could see the red blush extended all the way over his shoulders and down his chest. Man, this guy needed to catch his breath before he keeled over or something!
"Kroos, Jorge here's not seen a lot of uncut dick" Joel's hand returned to Kroos' butt and started rubbing it up and down his crack "give'm a good look."
"You better know what you are doing" Kroos look a step closer to Jorge, so his cock was almost knocking him in the chin. Jorge had to lean back to avoid getting a mouthful of cock.
"Show him how the foreskin works. Skin it back and forth a coupla times."
"What?!? You want me to..." he lowered his voice, noticing several sets of eyes on him "to masturbate here? There are guys watching!"
"Let'm" Joel hand started to work its way deeper into Kroos' crack. He let out a grunt and tried to to pull away. That only caused him to bump into Jorge's chin. Jorge almost gasped.
"Do it doc. Show'm what a real mansized uncut dick looks like. Do it."
Kroos looked ahead at Klu who was watching this without trying to hide his interest, the front of his shorts showing significant filling. Past Klu he saw that guy turn away and drop his briefs, bending over and showing the two red blotches on his buttcheeks where he had been glued to the hard bench. Without turning he pulled a towel around his waist. Kroos started a slow wanking, up and down on his painfully hard cock. As soon as his hand made contact, the drug in his system pumped even more blood into his cock, causing the head to swell and throb, the skin taut and shiny. But he did not want to look down at himself, openly masturbating right in the face of this kid he knew. This kid he remembered all too well from the office. He did not want to see the expression on his face right now; just hearing his hard fast breathing was enough to tell him what was going through Jorge's head. Instead he kept his eyes on that one guy, wanting to catch his next move. He had stripped down so it was not like he was flying to the front desk to complain or anything like that. And he did notice that the guy had been getting dressed to leave when they came here, but now it looked like he was staying.
Kroos felt Joel's finger enter him, enter his still wet butthole, and inch its way past his sphincter. He tried to lean forward but Jorge was already leaning backwards, one hand behind him for balance, the other at his crotch. He saw that guy close and lock his locker. This was the moment of truth. Kroos hoped he would see the congestion in this row and go out the other end along the wall to wherever he was heading. But when Kroos saw him heading this way he froze, and tried to grab his towel fast.
"Don't stop" Joel heard and saw him as well. He put his knee on the towel, trapping it on the bench "just keep a nice slow up and down on that dick, got it?"
"But someone is -- "
"Tough! Do it!"
So Kroos stood there, more covering himself than jacking when he saw the guy pass Klu. He made a point of looking at his crotch, nodded at him and kept approaching. It took him maybe seven steps and he was next to Jorge. He stopped.
Jorge heard the footsteps behind him but when he sensed someone almost breathing on him he freaked! He tried to get up but his weight was too far back to get to his feet. He was jerking forward, trying to straighten up when his face bounced off Kroos' crotch.
"Quite a show you guys are putting on..." the guy stood there, his eyes taking it all in now. He could see Jorge's front now, his dick half out of his shorts, his mouth close enough to Kroos' hardon it looked like he had been giving him a blowjob right here and now. And Joel's hand on Kroos' butt looked like - no way the kid was fingerfucking him was he?
"Didn't mean to gross y'out or anythin" Joel looked at him, gauging his tone. The guy was in his late thirties or so, receding dark brown hairline. His thinish body looked like he could spend more time bulking up, his arms and chest a bit out of shape. His belly looked like it spent more time on the couch or at the dinner table than here at the gym. But his legs, and especially his calves, were very muscular. Maybe he spent all his time on the stairclimber, or had some job that required lots of walking or running. His towel covered anything that might show his disposition one way or the other.
"Naw ain't like that" but his eyes were glued to Kroos' front, and down to Jorge's crotch, now covered with a corner of that twisted towel.
"My buddy here was just showin -- "
"I can see what he's showing" openly gauking at Kroos "you got that weapon registered with the police?"
Kroos gave him a startled look at that last word. The guy noticed his reaction.
"Hey didn't mean it like that" still making no move to leave "so what? You in the damn porno industry or something?"
"Hell..." Joel removed his finger finally, making a point of showing it all slick and shiny "like anyone'd wanna see some dudes goofing off at a run-down joint like this."
"Fuck I would pay" he pulled his towel tighter. He saw their faces, especially the big hairy one "just jerkin with ya!" and he laughed nervously.
"My buddy here" Joel could see the guy start to sweat, showing how nervous he really was "was just explaining to my bud here from high school -- "
"High school?!?!" the guy backed up, banging into the locker "shit how old -- "
"Don't sweat it" Joel looked at Jorge "we're old enough..."
"Old enough for what?"
"Old enough not to freak out" Joel's hand went back to Kroos' bare butt, checking out the guy's reaction "around other naked dudes, if y'get my drift."
"Shit...I don't know..." he looked like he was trying to leave now, but Joel was almost blocking his way.
"So my buddy from school there, he was saying he ain't ever seen an uncut dick before -- "
"Hey" Jorge started to protest, but Joel waved him away.
"So big dude here was explaining to him about foreskins and stuff, showing him why it's a good idea to shave yer pubes in this hot weather -- "
"Yeah I noticed that" the guy was making motions now like he might not be in that big of a hurry to leave.
"What else did you notice?" Kroos gave him a squint.
"Whoah, easy dude..." but the guy was taking in the whole package now. Up close and dangerous. Those arms and shoulders were as impressive as the dude's dick "you Polish or somethin?"
"No I'm -- "
"Dude here's from a country don't exist anymore, why?"
"Dunno.. I just always here.. y'know Polish guys..."
"Are hung like this?" Joel reached around and grabbed Kroos by the balls, shaking his dick up and down. Kroos jerked but had very little room to move, pinned between Joel behind him and Jorge in front of him. He could not jump to his left without tumbling over the bench right into the guy. He tried to jerk to his right but only managed to bang into the locker.
"Shit..." the guy watched all this "you dudes are..."
"Yeah were a friendly bunch" Joel winked at him "but I'm the only Polish one" he grabbed his shorts with the other hand "and yeah what they say is true" showing his half-hard "what about you?"
"Me?" the guy took a half-step back "what about me?"
"You... Polish?" Joel nodded at the guy's towel "or just friendly."
"Oh! I thought..." he looked around, afraid someone might see him "yeah, okay I'm Polish but -- "
"Got a big dick?" came out of Jorge like a gunshot.
"What!?!?!" the guy looked at him like he sprang up out of nowhere "what did you -- "
"Hey no offense dude" Jorge looked away, but no matter where he looked he felt like a perv all of a sudden.
"Don't mind my friend here" Joel continued to stroke himself "he's afraid cause he thinks he got a small dick" shooting a look at Jorge fast "but he has a typical fat Mexican sausage hanging..."
"You dudes sure are... casual about..." he looked at Joel's hand still on Kroos' balls "... y'know... this stuff."
"Hey, we're all dudes" Joel pulled his shorts down to his pubes, his hand now inside and jacking himself "and horny dudes in case you didn't -- "
"Shit I ain't blind" he held his towel like a life-raft.
"In fact I was almost afraid my buddy here was gonna start giving this ape" Joel tugged on his dick for emphasis "a blow job when you showed up!"
"Hey" from both Kroos and Jorge.
"But like thanks to you, saved by the bell y'know?"
"Well I didn't wanna break up the party" he started backing away.
"Hell no" Joel roared, almost loud enough to draw attention. But that Klu was still at his locker, happy to be watching this from a safe distance "we weren't doin anything to break up."
"I don't know..." the guy's eyes kept returning to Kroos' cock being slowly jacked by Joel, then to Joel's crotch, his dick now hard and pushing against the fabric.
"Looks like you're getting more Polish" Joel chuckled, nodding at the guy's towel.
"Shit!" he looked down and noticed a slight swelling in front "I gotta go take a shower!"
"Hey we didn't mean t'scare ya" Joel pulled his shorts back up and let go of Kroos "if y'aint interested in a blow job that's -- "
"What'd you say?"
"If that dick of yours is interested in a blowjob maybe -- "
"You jerkin me now kid" the guy took a step back, but not before he readjusted the towel.
"Not jerkin" Joel chuckled. He grabbed his shorts and pulled them down showing his hard cock. He gave it a couple of yanks "this is jerkin!"
"You guys are fuckin crazy!" he started to back away.
"Well the offer still stands. Meet us in the sauna in a half-hour or so and find out for yourself" Joel turned back to Jorge and Kroos "so unless you two wanna finish what you were startin I say we hit the weight room!"
"Finally!" Kroos threw open his locker, not daring to look back at that guy.
When he realized the show was over, he turned and headed for the shower room. Kroos was stepping into his jock when Joel stopped him.
"No jock Kroos, just the shorts."
"But... oh damnit" Kroos kicked out of the jock and stepped back into the flimsy shorts. Before anyone could say anything the oversize sweatshirt was over his head. He was into his shoes and socks before Jorge made any move to get up.
"Guess me and Klu should leave too?" trying to stuff everything into a presentable package.
"We're gonna hit the weights then the sauna" Joel readjusted himself as well "stick around. It should be exciting."
"What should be?" Kroos stood back up, and pulled his weight belt from his locker. At first he had the idea to wedge his cock under the belt but realized that would be more painful than beneficial. So instead he wrapped it around his stomach, which only made his condition more apparent. Joel saw the effect and grinned.
"Should you wear a belt also?" Kroos saw how casually he was dressed and was a bit worried.
"Got it in here" Joel shook his gymbag, then looked at Jorge who was not in any hurry to get up "you joining us or leaving?"
"Maybe later" he muttered.
"C'mon Jorge so yer boned, okay?"
"Yeah, but..."
"But what?"
"I ain't as ballsy as you two."
"So what?" he looked over to Klu "why's he so shy?"
"He ain't shy" Jorge almost laughed "like that's the last thing he is."
"So why ain't he joinin us?"
"Later" glancing at Kroos "tell ya later" but made no move to get up.
"We'll be around an hour okay?"
"Catch ya" and they knocked fists. Kroos glanced back at Joel trying to look impatient but Joel knew Kroos was dreading having to go into the weight room looking like he did. But that was part of the fun.
They walked to the door of the locker room and out to the hall. As expected there were a few people coming and going. The basketball game was still going loud and strong, but they were heading the other way, back towards the pool area. As they did a couple passed them, coming from one of the aerobics rooms. Kroos made a point of keeping Joel between them and his crotch. Joel shrugged and led the way to the door marked "Weight Area. Proper Attire Required". He looked at Kroos,
"Yeah you're proper enough" and pushed on the door. He tried the handle but it felt like it was locked. What the hell! he thought. It ain't ever closed on a fuckin Saturday! So he knocked, thinking maybe it locked by accident. After the second time, the door opened from within.
A big guy Joel recognized as one of the semi-regulars stuck his head out,
"We're closed for repairs" he grunted, threatening and impatient. Joel had seen him before and always gave him a very wide berth. The dude was shaved and tattooed, looking like he would be right at home in a prison yard, instead of this wholesome small town Y.
"What repairs?" Joel tried to sound polite, but if they were having repairs his afternoon's plans would have to change fast. Then he heard a voice from inside,
"Who is it?" damn it sounded like Moose.
"Two dudes" the bossman said "highschool regular and his big hairy friend."
"It's about time!" Moose came to the door "let'm in. They're the ones we're waiting on."
"What?" Joel looked at the Moose but stepped inside when the bossman held the door wide. Kroos was in no condition to linger in the hall so he was right behind him.
"Don't mind Rocko here" Moose slapped him on his hard muscled shoulder "he's our bouncer. Get your asses in here. You two are late" pointing at the clock "it's after four."
"We were..." but then Joel looked around the room. His jaw hit the floor!