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THE HARDY BOYS AND THE MYSTERY AT RESERVOIR ROAD
Chet Morton was eating again. I liked Chet; he was an oaf, but likable enough. He was always more Frank's friend than mine, which was why I wanted to talk to him today. Frank had been out on a few dates with Chet's sister, we usually doubled. I'd take Callie Shaw so I wouldn't feel like a 3rd wheel. I brought a box of donuts and Chet brightened. "Hey Chet, how's your sister?" "Good, good," he said, focused on the donuts, I opened the box and handed it over. "Her & Frank, huh, think they're getting serious?" "You'd know better'n me," he said. There was one less donut in the box. "You know Frank, always the gentleman. I dunno, does Iola ever talk about him?" "All Iola does is talk," "Yeah, but about her & Frank?" "I dunno. Sometimes I guess. She asks about him," I zeroed in on him. "I wonder if they've gone all the way," "Hey!" Chet said, rising. "That's my sister," "And my brother!" I barked back. "Of course they haven't. They haven't even kissed." This struck me as odd. I mean, I kissed Callie Shaw cos I thought that's what Frank & Iola were doing. Something had caught Chet's attention. Across the quad Biff was playing touch football with some of his jock buddies. He had his shirt off and in the fading light he looked beautiful. Stunning and golden. I looked back at Chet. He was looking at Biff like he was the box of donuts. "Hey, there's Biff," Chet said slowly, munching on a crueler. Biff waved at Chet and me. I waved back. A football flew his way and he sprang into action. Slowly, a plan formulated in my mind. "Biff and I are gonna take my dad's Crown Victoria out for a ride tonight, you should come along," I said casually. "What about Frank?" Chet said. "He's busy. He's on some case or other," Chet looked at me, "Come on, you know you too are inseparable, why isn't he coming along?" "Cos we're gonna go out by the reservoir and drink, Chet, now, you wanna go drinkin with me and Biff or you wanna go bake cookies with Frank all night," I shouldn't have said that. Of course he'd want the cookies. He threw one last glance out to Biff and said "Yeah, yeah, I'll come with you guys."
The thing is, if anyone was Frank's girlfriend, it'd be Chet, not Iola. The way he fussed over him, and was so dutiful. That thing, about Biff, I would never, never in a hundred years have even thought that about him, Chet however, I don't know, he was always taking some art or cooking class, and unlike nearly all our friends, he wasn't particularily brave. And he drove a beat up old jalopy he called Queenie. Queenie! I mean really.
We drove though the cornfields out on the edge of town as the last light of the day slowly died. Biff's hair looked like a halo around his head. He had a piece of wheat in his mouth and his Bayport letterman jacket. It occurred to me that he, like Frank, I guess, didn't look like a kid anymore, he looked, well, he looked more like a man. At this, my eyes went unconsciously to his lap. Things weren't awkward between us after the incident in my hospital room, but we didn't talk about it either. Which was fine with me, the whole thing had me confused. Ironic, huh? Joe Hardy, world famous kid detective, befuddled at last. The mystery he couldn't solve: his own feelings. I had never even considered . . . especially with Biff. The thing was, as much as Biff and I were friends, we were also rivals. In sports, in everything. He was blonde like me, taller, in better shape, stronger, a better athlete, better in every way, I guess like Frank, but I never openly competed with Frank, with Biff I could. Openly and aggressively. That Biff could have those sorts of feelings, was just unbelievable. If I had ever tried to kiss him I would have bet a million bucks he'd have socked me in the jaw. And that he could have those feelings for me: Biff Hooper could have any girl at Bayport, he could have anyone; he could have Frank, I bet. It was too much to think about really. But did I feel that way for him? The way I felt for Frank? I didn't know, I just know when he kissed me I did wish it was Frank. I looked over at Biff, smiling and laughing in the dying sunlight. He held my glance and something electric passed through it. It wasn't sleuthing, but I felt like I was on the edge of a different kind of adventure. I looked back at the road and what was it he had said? Just pretend I'm Frank. We parked at the edge of the reservoir and Biff pulled out the whiskey. We sat on the hood of the car taking sips. It tasted awful. Biff hadn't liked the idea when I suggested it, he takes his body crazy serious.
"Why? We never go drinkin with the guys on the team so why go with butterball Chet?" "Because I need to know something Chet knows, and the liquor will loosen him up and he likes being around you," "He likes being around all of us," "No, he likes being with Frank," "Yeah, everyone loves Frank," Biff said sarcastically. I ignored it. "So what's this thing you have to find out? Frank can't possibly have any secrets from you, no one can keep a secret for too long from the Hardy boys," "It's like you said Biff, we gotta grow up. Me and Frank can't be the Hardy boys forever." Biff smiled at this. "OK," he said, "I'll get the whiskey from my old man's cupboard." There was a glimmer in his eye, I think he hatched his own little plan as well.
Chet was slurring a little and I knew the time was right. So I suggested we go swimming. Chet immediately frowned. "I didn't bring trunks," he said. Of course not. I pulled off my shirt, shucked my pants and hooked my thumbs into the elastic around my briefs. "Who needs trunks," I said and pulled underwear down. Chet frowned. Not at seeing me naked, but clearly at thought of his own chunky body being bared next to mine, and, worse, Biffs'. "Uh, you guys go ahead, I'll just stay here." Right on cue Biff pulled off his tee, more slowly than me and over his head, like he was a movie star or somethin'. He flashed that wide grin and shook that corn husk golden hair, and casually dropped his hand to the front of his jeans. He undid the button slowly. "C'mon Chet . . ." he pulled the zipper down and slowly pulled his jeans off his body. He was wearing a slightly used looking jockstrap and nothing underneath it. Blonde fur covered his ass. "It's just us guys," he said. And he shucked the jock. He stood up, his cock half hard and puffy, his ballsack swinging in the night air. Chet actually gupled. Hell, I gulped. Biff understood intrinsically why I brought him along. And he perfomed to perfection. He reached down like he had a scratch and tugged on his balls. He turned and made his way into the reservoir, rubbing his blonde hairy ass absentmindedly as he did so. I followed him. Chet hurried out of his clothes and jumped in after us. I mean, for all of his self-consciousness, he wasn't fat, he was solid, his belly was round, where I hat a narrow waist and flat stomach, and Biff had clearly defined abs, Chets' stomach was just soft. Oh, and covered in hair. His stomach, his chest, all over, he was our hairiest friend by far. A tuft even hung over the dimples above his ass. And his ass was actually nice, big and round, meaty even, full. His pecs weren't developed, they were just shy of being slightly full, almost like a girl, and he had two pouty nipples, with large areolas, also like you might see on a girl. Looking at them made you want to suck on the nipples that poked from them. They were full and succulent. His dick was a nice surprise too, not long, like Frank's and mine; it was like him, stout, but thick and lost in a thick bush of wild and unruly hair. His arms weren't overly developed but were thick and hairy, and he had a farmers' tan that was kind of adorable. We splashed around in the water and then Biff came over and started splashing me, then he'd try and dunk me. He'd wrap his arms around me, and reach one arm underneath me to try and flip me in the water, but always careful to grab my cock when he did it. he did the same with Chet, who wasn't that great a swimmer and squealed and yelled at him, but you could see he loved the proximity of their two bodies. For a while we pretended to be oblivious to the fact that all this roughhousing naked put our cocks up against each other bodies, but gradually this pretense faded. I would feel Biff's cock flop against me as we'd tumble, and gradually it would poke me, hard and insistent. Taking a breather we all stood, knee deep in the water, our young cocks hard as they could be sticking out large and proud in front of us. There was no denying it from any of the three of us now. Biff swam in for the attack. "How come you always so shy around us, Chet. Tony, Frank and Joe, the other guys, they'll take their shirts off and horse around but you won't." "Look at me," Chet said. "Look at you?" "Wanna feel my muscles," Biff said. he brought his hands behind his head and flexed his biceps. He was deep enough in the water that, darker now because it was wet, a small trail of hair wound down under his navel to where his cock floated in the water. It bobbed up and down like a minnow. Chet moved to him tentatively and touched his stomach, feeling the teens hard abdominal muscles. Biff grabbed his hands and pulled them up and put them on his pecs. He screwed up and they popped, like two clamshells. "You should train with me. In 6 weeks I'd have you two times that size, why, with your natural size, hell, you'd make first cut linebacker next season on the squad." "I'm not like you guys, I'm no good at sports," Chet said, suddenly shy. "You ever do stuff like this with Frank?" I asked, casually. "Like swimming?" Chet said. Damn, he was an oaf. "Not swimming, Chet." Biff said. With the pads of his forefingers, Biff spun them softly over the hardened tips of Chet's nipples. I actually saw his cock harden and shudder. You know, Biff and I actually made a good team. "Frank? No, he'd never get naked like this," "Really? C'mon, Chet. Never?" Just give me something, I thought. Over his shoulder Biff looked at me expectantly. "Well . . ." Chet said, and you could see the gears whirring for him. "Whenever he'd sleep over he's always wake me up by licking his finger and sticking it in my ear," This was news, but not as incriminating as I'd hoped. "and there was that one time, on our camping trip. . . "
CHET'S STORY "Frank and I had hiked all the way to the bottom of the canyon, but no one had told us, like how cold it gets. We had our tents and our sleeping bags, but we were freezing! I mean like shivering cold. Me, well, I'm pretty well insulated, but Frank, I could hear his teeth chattering. Finally I said he was just going to have to get into my sleeping bag with me, we'd just have to huddle together for warmth. Body heat, you know, like we learned in scouts. It was survival! "So he comes over and slides into my bag, and you know we're both lying in there, just shivering, and finally he says, "I think we have to take our clothes off, Chet" and I nodded cos that's what I had always heard too, but neither of us wanted to get out to do it, so I, you know, I had to pull off his sweatshirt and his under shirt and pull down his sweatpants and everything and then he did me. "Everything?" I asked Frank, "even our underwear?" And he nodded. So I kind of, you know, to pull them off I kind of had to wrap my arms around him, and you know I was feeling around to see where they were, and I guess I felt his cock. I didn't mean to, but it was, you know, it was hard. And . . . "And what?" I said. "Well, you must know, it's kinda big, too. I mean, I really couldn't have missed it, right?" so I kind of, I mean at first grabbing it was an accident, but I kind of kept feeling it to see, like how long it was, then I pulled off his under wear and while he was pulling mine down, I mean, we were pressed up pretty close so our dicks, kinda, you know they kept rubbing up against each other. Then Frank says, "maybe we should get closer" so we wrap our arms around each other and my naked dick is rubbing right up against his naked dick, and his is, it's like leaking all this stuff and our faces are so close I can feel his breath on mine and I'm lookin at him but his eyes are closed and it's like our cocks have a mind of their own, and his dick, you know, it's all hard and it's so big I'm just rubbing my dick all up and along it and all the sudden I can't take anymore and my dick, it just shoots all over us both, and I'm so embarrassed and I start crying and he says it's Okay and it's perfectly normal and I made it promise not to tell anyone and he puts his arms around me and hugs me and tells me he'll never tell and it's totally fine. And I told him he was my best friend for life and then we kind of fell asleep." Uh huh. "Uh huh" I said out loud. "Hm, sounds pretty normal to me" Biff said. "Did Frank . . . uh?" "Come?" Chet answered. "I don't think so, but I'll tell ya, I came buckets. And probably all over him, too." "Hm." I said. Biff looked at me. "Well, I guess that's that," Chet looked up at me, his brow furrowed. "Well, there was one other thing . . . I mean, I don't really know what happened, if anything really. I just, I was supposed to meet Frank one afternoon to go over some Spanish phrases before my big exam, and I knew he and Tony Prito were supposed to be working on some detective stuff when I got there. They were in photo lab, where you guys process your prints. But the door was locked. I went to knock and I heard . . ." "Yes?" I said. "Well, you know, like noises." "What kind of noises?" "Like, moaning I guess." "So I went back to the kitchen and waited. Then him and Tony came out and they looked really flustered. They were both red faced and kind of breathin' heavy. Tony bolted out. Frank said he needed to use the bathroom and came back down 15 minutes later and his hair was all combed and his shirt was tucked back in." I looked at Biff. "Anyway, it may have been nothin' maybe they got into a fight. Why are you so interested anyways?" "Maybe Joe wants to lock himself in the darkroom with Frank." Biff said eyeing me. "Don't be gross, Biff," Chet said. I swallowed indignantly. "Yeah," Biff said. "That would be gross, wouldn't it?" Chet looked at Biff shyly. "Have you ever, Biff?" Biff waded around Chet and stood up in front of me. He looked back at Chet. "Maybe Joe and I should?" Biff turned around and started wading back towards the car, as he got out of the water his muscles in his legs and ass flexed from the exaggerated motion of the water. Chet followed and I made my way after them. "Have you ever, you know, grabbed anyone else's dick?" I asked Chet? "No way, I haven't even touched a girl down there," he said. Biff unfolded a towel and started drying Chet off. He looked directly at him. "Have you ever wanted to?" he asked. Chet nervously pulled the towel away from him and wrapped it around his waist. It did no good at concealing his growing boner. I asked "Did you like how it felt, my brothers dick in your hand?" "Is Frank's dick big like Joe's" Biff asked. He brought his head close and nipped at Chets' earlobe. "Yeah, kinda," Chet pulled away. He was getting nervous and his cheeks were getting red. "Is it bigger?" I asked. "Hard to tell," Chet said, he was breathing heavy and speaking like he was in a trance. Biff was standing naked in front of Chet and me, the muscles in his body, tight and sinewy in the moonlight. he was completely unself-conscious, years of gym lockerrooms had made him impervious to physical shyness in that way, and of course, he had certain natural, physical advantages. I mean, just looking like Biff why wouldn't you want to be named any chance you could get, knowing people would look at you with a mixture of desire and envy. "You want to touch mine, Chet?" he asked. He reached down and grabbed his cock and closing his hand around the base squeezed the fat tube of beef down to the head. "C'mon guys," Chet said. "Aw, Chet, c'mon grow up" I barked and Biff shushed me. "No, Joe. Don't yell at him. Chet, c'mon. I've seen you watching me, before and tonight, I've seen you lookin at me, listen, no one's gonna tell, no one's here to be mean, we're your friends, right, and I've seen how you look at me and I'm telling you, you don' have to look this time. You can touch," he grabbed Chet's hand and put it back on his chest. "I want you to," Biff looked over Chet's shoulder at me. "You and Joe . . ." "Promise not to tell Frank," Chet looked at me quickly.' "You gotta promise not to tell Frank on me," I said. Biff waved me over and the three of us stood in a circle. Biff put his arms around Chet and me. He was looking intently at Chet. His voice was so soft and even, it was hypnotic. "You wanna feel it, Chet?" Chet reached a hand out tentatively and put it around Biff's cock. Biff's cock jumped a little. Chet grasped it and moved slowly up and down the length. "That feels nice, buddy" Biff said and grinned a quick grin at Chet. He licked his palm and snaked it down to Chet's cock, where sticky white precum was leaking out of the head in trails. He moved his hand faster than Chet did and rougher. He brought his other hand down to my own dick and squeezed it. "I remember the first time I saw Joe's cock. Joe and I had taken gym together, I'd seen him around, kind of smaller version of Frank. Then, one day after class he wraps a towel around his waist and heads for the showers. I was already in there, soapin up and he drops his towel and I thought holy moly, would you look at the size of that thing? How the hell had he been hiding that? After that, whenever I'd see him in his gym shorts, I could see now the mound where all that poor cock got stuffed, sometimes I could make out where his cock was and where his balls were, and sometimes even which leg it was laying against. It got so I couldn't wait till the end of gym so I could get a glance at that big fuckin' cock. I mean, I got a pretty nice cock, don't you think?" Chet looked at his cock, then up at Biff and nodded. "And your balls. They hang so low." Chet added. "Like a bull's," Biff said as he cupped em and rolled em around. He fisted them like he was rollin dice. The skin was pinkish and covered with short, downy golden hairs. "Heh heh, you know what I bet, I bet you couldn't fit both of Ôem in your mouth Chet," he kept rolling them in his hand. They were big, like hens eggs. "I mean, I seen you fit some pretty big stuff in that pie-whole of yours, but these?" Chet swallowed. With the hand that wasn't palming his balls, Biff gently took Chet's chin and pulled it down to his ballsack. Chet got onto his knees in front of Biff. "Just try one, Chet," Biff whispered. "Just open your mouth," Chet opened his mouth, he even extended his tongue out so Biff would have a place to land his balls, and gripping the base of his sack he squeezed forward one enormous nut and plopped into Chet's mouth. Almost on instinct Chet closed his lips around it and began sucking. Biff's knees buckled a little and he moaned. Chet sucked it deeper into his mouth and Chet's loose nutsack stretched, filling Chet's mouth with the loose, hairy skin, Chet began nursing it and now it was his turn to moan. Pre-come fairly drooled out of his dickhead. He closed his eyes his mouth pulling and sucking, and moaned deeply and hungrily. Biff got up on his toes, standing over the boy now and said "That's just one, Chet," and forced a second ball into his mouth. Chet struggled and finally popped both out and started gasping. Biffs hard cock bounced on the boys forehead and left a smear of pre-cum where it smacked. Chet opened his mouth and took Biff's dick in it. He wolfed it and got halfway down the length, before he backed off, choking. He grabbed it though and went back at it, sucking hungrily and pushing his head down till his pink lips met Biffs golden blonde pubes. His mouth was open just about as wide as it could go and he breathed angrily through his nostrils. Biff purred, "that's a good buddy," . Chet pulled back and slid back down, his throat working and hitching slightly. Biff stared down entranced as his jock dick disappeared in and out of the stout teens mouth. Biff looked up from Chet to me. His eyes were slightly heavy-lidded, from the liquor a little and from the pleasure. He had been holding the back of Chet's head but he let go and brought his hand up to my shoulder, and pulled me to him. He leaned in to kiss me and I opened my mouth. He was rough with his tongue and undisciplined, but it was nice. His arm moved down to my lap and his hand closed around my dick. He grunted the word fuck in my mouth and slid his hand slowly up and down the length of my cock. Meanwhile Chet rutted happily on Biff's dick. "Suck Joe now," And he pulled Chet up off his cock by the hair. Chet grabbed my dick. You could tell he'd already figured this one would be a bigger problem. He put his hands around the base and started licking. Having Biff's hand on my dick, jacking it, that felt amazing, but this, this was something else entirely. The feeling was incredible. My knees shook and my whole crotch nearly vibrated from the tingling pleasure of it all. When he finally closed his mouth around the head my whole dick felt warm, from inside his mouth he drug his tongue over the opening of my dick, and the intensity of the feelin was overwhelming. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, when I opened them again, Biff was staring at me, slowly pumping his dick in his fist. Dick honey oozed out of it over his thumb. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him and kissed me again in his rough, graceless way. My legs were shaking so bad I didn't think I'd be able to stand much longer, and as Chet slid down my pole, I moaned into Biff's mouth this time and he swallowed it greedily. His hand moved from the back of my neck to my jaw and he squeezed and held my face to his. Chet tried to go down all the way on my dick as he had on Biffs, suddenly gurgled and had to back off, gagging slightly. "Tch." Biff said. "Amateur. Move over, Morton." Biff got down on his knees and pulled my cock out of Chet's mouth. He looked up at me, grabbed me by the balls, opened his mouth wide and swallowed the head and the first two-thirds of my cock, his lips wrapped around my dick and formed a seal, he brought his tongue up from underneath and drug it against the length of my cock, he pushed his head forward and swallowed more cock, this would be the hard part since my dick was fatter in the middle, and I felt the head of my cock hit the soft constriction of what I believed to be the back of his thoat; he paused, his nostrils flared and he pushed further, the back of his throat caressing and slightly squeezing the head of my cock. He inched his lips forward until they touched the base of my pubes, and, having reached what was clearly a goal for a long time, sucking all of my big Hardy dick into the back reaches of this throat. He backed off, breathed slightly as his windpipe became unobstructed and dove back in, his mouth sliding up and down my cock, hot and slick and the velvety touch of it caressed and massaged, he sucked as he drew it in and the suction made the ring of his lips squeeze like a hand jerking my dick, his tongue undulated along the base as he withdrew and drew in on it. There was a gentle tug at the base of my balls and Chet sucked one first and then another. Biff came up off my cock and stood up. Chet alternated sucking on my dick and then taking Biffs, volleying back and forth like a tennis match. Biff looked stoned on sucking cock. He kissed me hard and his breath tasted faintly musky. His mouth engaged mine even rougher than before, his tongue boxing mine and our teeth cracking against each other. He squared my shoulder and eased me back against the hood of the Crown Victoria. As he did he kissed down my body, down my chest and stomach. Chet moved off of my dick and Biff insinuated himself between my legs. Chet crawled around and began icking hungrily on the jocks ass. Kissing and licking one rock hard cheek then the other. He opened his mouh and took giant mouthfuls off the jock teens ass, careful not to bite but stuffing as much muscular, hairy asscheek as he could into his mouth. He began rubbing his cock against mine. His balls rubbed up against my asscheeks and he ground them hard against me. They were so big. He began to push urgently with his cock, seeking. Using his waist he pushed my legs further apart.his cock slid from on top of my own to under my balls and then he pushed it right in-between the cleft of my ass. I stopped kissing for a second and he grabbed my head with both hands and wouldn't let me pull my head away. Those muscles I had admired all night were now steely and coiled. He had used Chet as a catspaw to get me into this exact postion. His cock, thick and ornery pushed, deeper than just the cleft of my asscheeks but butted right up against the soft opening deeper inside. it burned slightly as he pushed. His waist was pressing hard now and I knew in a second something would give, and since it wasn't by any means going to be his rigid dick, I knew that only left one option. I wanted . . . I just wanted it to be Frank. If there was a chance, any chance at all, even a bat's chance in hell, I wanted that to be Frank. I grabbed Biff's head and pushed it off my mouth. His eyes were squeezed tight and I looked at him till they opened. When he finally looked at me I slowly, wordlessly shook me head. His body, piano-wire tight, slackened. The pressure at my ass backed off. He pulled up off of me mechanically. Chet had gotten up and watched the progression of events. He spoke up, clearing his voice a little. "You can . . . with me, if you wanted." He bent over in front of me grabbing my dick and sucking on the head. He spread his legs further apart, signaling his intention to Biff. Biff walked behind him and massaged the guys beefy hamhocks. He spit into his hands and rubbed it against Chet's hole. His ass was hairy, dark and hairy all over, but the hairs got longer and thicker in a caldera around his tiny pink button. His mouth vibrated around my cock as he moaned. Biff looked over Chets' back at me and grinned, he brought his palm up, licked it and then slathered the spit on his cock. He edged up against Chet, raised himself up on his toes and angled the head of his dick between Chet's meaty asscheeks. Gripping his cock by the middle he guided the head north till it nudged the tiny opening of Chet's asshole. Still holding his cock and using his finger to rub Chet's tight hole and coax it to loosen, Biff pushed slightly. The boy had a thick ass, cow fed and beefy, if Biff's cock weren't as long as it was he'd probably have a harder time working it in, but once the head found it's nook, it zeroed right in. Slowly, with minimal resistance, Biff pushed the head of his jock dick into Chets slowly dilating asshole. Chet grunted "uhh" and paused on my dick. He had been kind of cheating anyway, holding it at the base and milking it with his hands while he really only sucked on the head and first few inches. Still he pulled it out of his mouth and winced a little. I had felt Biffs cock near my own opening. Biff had a classic, meaty prong, thick like a summer sausage and a respectable length, but cramming it all up such a tiny opening was a different matter altogether. I felt sorry for him and reached down and played gently with his nipples, not pinching them or tugging, just softly rolling them around in my forefinger and thumb. Chet rested his face in my lap, and breathed and moaned as Biff worked his dick in and out. Biff grabbed each side of Chet's soft waist and steadied him as he started to ply his trade harder now, and with real zeal. Chet howled from the pounding, and Biff looked over the beefy kids up at me. He looked almost angry. Angry, and belligerent. Chet looked up at me, wincing but also hazy from pleasure. "Does it hurt?" I whispered down to him. His voice was choppy from the angry pounding Biff was laying on him, "It did at first, now . . ." he looked up, his eyes clear for a moment."I like it," I patted his head and pushed my cock back in front of him. "Pretend it's Frank's" I said and rubbed the back of his head fraternally. And he grabbed it greedily and chowed down on it. Chet Morton, filled from both ends, who would have ever thought, who would have ever in a million years thought? Thinking he had my brothers' big dick down his throat must have been more than the poor kid could bear, he pulled my dick out of his mouth and started gaspin, "uh," he said "uh uhhh, uh" he began to rise and cum started spattering out of his dick like one of those automatic sprinkler heads. Biff sandwiched him between us and pulled me by the back of the head to him and kissed me in his rough, frank way. His pelvis began to pump three short stoccatto pumps and from the moans coming out of Chet's open mouth I could tell Biff was filling his plump ass full of jock seed. Biffs nostrils flared against my nose where he mashed against it, almost breathing through my nose. Unlike Chet, Biff was quiet when he came, and rigid. He wrapped his arms around Chet around both of us and rubbed my back and we all rested there, like that panting and exhausted and exhilarated, like we had, independently and all on our own, invented sex out of thin air.
Chet snored loudly from the back seat. Biff and I got out and lay on the hood of the car against the windshield, looking up at the moon. We both had our shorts on, but were bare-chested. I was too drunk to drive us back. "Did you get what you wanted?" Biff asked. "Just another mystery," I said and I chuckled, "and I thought I was done with sleuthing. Another clue and another mystery. Maybe that's all life is, a series of clues and mysteries, in the wrong order and going on and on." Biff shook his head. He was a good friend, great to have on your side in a fight, but no detective. "What about you," I said, "did you get what you wanted?" I asked. I turned on my side to face him. He looked at me and said nothing, but shook his head Ôno'. "I think Chet's the only one who got what he wanted," he said. I'll say and in both ends. "It's Frank, isn't it?" "All the other guys on the team, so slow, so dim, so boring; but you, Joe Hardy, with your adventures and your stories, I felt like I was part of something. For a while it was kind of exciting, like being in a secret club, we'd wait after practice for your dad or your brother to pick you up, and we'd goof and hang out, and you weren't the Hardy Boys then, you were my buddy Joe. "When we'd play sports, I think you liked when we were on opposite teams, I think you liked playing against me, but I liked it best when we were on the same side, you were my buddy then too. If I threw a pass you were right there to catch it, If I kicked the ball down field you'd already be there to receive it. "I thought, what we just did, I thought never would Joe Hardy ever do anything like that. Not ever, and all I ever wanted my whole dumb life was a buddy like you I could wrestle and goof with and throw down and kiss like we did, and here, the sad thing, the saddest part of all, I find out, Joe Hardy would do those things . . . just not with me." He got angry, softly angry, "You know how many girls wished they'd been in your spot just now, you know how many wouldn't have said no?" "But it's OK. I closed my eyes and pretended Chet was you. Cos that's what you did, right? When I kissed you. You pretended it was Frank." A single tear welled up and fell down my cheek. Biff was right, alcohol was for the birds. "I'm not helping you next time. You wanna get the truth outta Tony you gotta do it on your own. I'm out," I sat up, and rolled over on top of him. I pulled Biff's shorts down, and then my own. I licked my hand, like I saw him do, and lathered up my cock. I got between his legs, hooking his feet up over my shoulders. If it was gonna happen for me, if there was a chance, I wanted it to be Frank, but this, here and now with Biff, like this, this would be okay. He looked up at me excited. I could feel his cock between us rising with excitement. He leaned back against the car and lifted his ass. "Slow," he said, and I was. The head of my cock pushed in, nuzzling against the blonde fur that pelted his ass, and wound it way up the cleft of his beefy, muscular asscheeks. It met where they joined and pressed against the resistance there. Biff's blonde, muscular legs were strong. I looked down at him, so handsome, his surfer blonde face, his clear blue eyes, he said my name and shut his eyes and from where I was bearing down on him I felt it loosen, the thing I was pushing against, a little at first and I pushed harder, he tensed, and from the space between his legs I could feel it burning against the head of my cock, now just a little more inside, he rubbed my arms and shoulder with his hands and carefully reached around my neck and pulled me into him, slowly the tunnel loosened and I slid the rest of the way in. He moaned sharply and drew in a sharp breath. He wrapped his legs around me and arched his back. The steel, viselike grip of his ass lessened and to my surprise I got more of my cock in, my balls were now ground up against his hard ass. He was breathing really hard now. "Do it," he said "do it hard," and he brought his legs up to his chest and hooked them under his arms. I pulled out, almost all the way, the head still plugged in and I filed back in, my balls slapping his ass with a heavy smack. He moaned again. He reach up, grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled. "it's big" he smiled, and I flexed it inside him just to give him a taste of how big.
From inside the car Chet watched through the windshield as Biff's jockboy ass got invaded by Joe Hardy's sizeable piece. From the rocking of the car he could tell Biff was really taking a pounding, maybe even worse than than Chet himself had gotten. Biff's back was splayed across the windshield and Joe was on his knees on the hood of the car. From his position he could see Joe's rude cock slide out and struggle back inside Biffs stretched out asshole. Chet started yanking his dick. For a virgin Joe sure knew how to give Biff the business and for the supposed Ôkid brother' he had a big piece of meat. Chet could see Biff's big balls bouncing on Joe's fuckstick, damn Biff had some big nuts. Chet couldn't believe he had them bouncing off his own forehead not even hours ago. Now they just jumbled over Joe's rigid cock. Biff eased off the windshield and turned around, hunkering his torso low and raising his ass up. He rested his elbows on the glass and pressed his forehead against his arm, Chet couldn't tell if Biff could see him, but Chet could read every look of pleasure that crossed Biff's face. The initial wince as the Hardy boy plunged in, perhaps a little too deep and too quick, suddenly going slack as Biff got into getting nailed. He was definitely raising his ass and pushing back on Joe, fuck, the letterman couldn't get enough of Joe's cock inside him. His dick bounced up and down smacking off his taught stomach, he reached between his legs and jacked his jock cock off. He wouldn't last long, Chet could sense it and sure enough he was up off the windshield jacking hard that big beautiful jock cock of his, his fat low nutsack flapping to beat the band as Joe Hardy from behind fucked like a maniac and tweaked his nipples. In a rush Joe shot all over the windshield, one great splatter followed by another, followed by another, squirts pummeling the windshield then dripping down. That's inside of me, Chet thought. Biffs back was back against the windshield rubbing in his own come as Joe jack hammered away, in a matter of seconds his cock was out of Biff's ass and shooting all over the windshield as well. Shot after shot of Hardy wad squirted out of the engorged head of Joe's impressive cock, mixing with his hot jock buddies own cum, the windshield was coated with the stuff and Chet blew his own load inside the car.
Biff scooted down, his ass on the hood, now, both their cum greasing his back. Joe was on his knees in front of him and he pulled him forward and sucked on his dick, licking off the last of the cum. Ugh, the stuff tasted terrible, but Biff couldn't get enough. Joe's cock always looked pretty sizeable in the lockerroom, but here in real life it was a real mouth stretcher, to say nothing of what it just did to his ass. One thing about them Hardy boys, they sure knew how to fuck like a mule.