Chapter Twelve - When Things Fall Apart
Matt stood in the doorway, a look of surprise and puzzlement on his face. Josh was shocked. Here he was, buck naked, being held by Jennings who had two fingers up his butt. And not just that, but his dick was rock hard and dripping precum. On the other hand, Jennings himself seemed untroubled by any of this. After all, it wasn't his butt and his dick.
He looked toward at Matt and said "Glad you're here. I was just initiating Josh to the Varsity letter club. I'd like you to help."
"I thought that was what you did at the creek last summer."
"Not exactly. What we did back then was just initiating him into the varsity. But he's getting a football letter and jacket. This makes him eligible to join the Letter Club. So he has to get initiated into it."
"Oh." Then as an afterthought, Matt said "Hi Josh."
Beet red and furious at Jennings, Josh said "Hi."
"Is Jennings' having his fingers up your butt part of the initiation?" Matt was being sincere. He never ceased to marvel at things the team did.
"Grow up, Matt!" Josh was embarrassed. He wouldn't normally have talked that way to his friend, but it seemed now in this situation Matt could have kept quiet or used common sense. He was gasping for breath from the sensual effect of Jennings' fingers.
Matt blushed and dropped his head. "Sorry. I just didn't know."
Jennings grinned. "Come over here and I'll let you see something." Bending Josh over his knee, which meant Josh's bone would start rubbing against his trousers, Jennings pulled his fingers out of his butt, leaving his ass exposed.
"See how I'm trying to get his hole spread a little?"
Matt hurried over. He was a born learner, always interested in new things. "Ohhh. I see. It looks a little red."
"Maybe you can help me spread it a little. See?" Using the index finger of each hand, he slid them in the hole. Putting one finger on either side of the entrance, he slowly spread it open. It was like looking down into a pink channel that disappeared mysteriously into the body. "See what it looks like when it's spread, what the inside looks like? Now while I'm holding it apart, slip two of your fingers in there and I'll spread it more and you see how far down in there you can go."
Josh was squirming. Now he saw his mistake in talking to Matt that way. He needed something to get Matt back on his side.
"Hey Matt, don't do that, man."
"What was that, Josh?" Jennings asked, while he moved one hand from the hole and slid it between Josh's legs under him and grabbed his balls. He intended actually to reach all the way to his dick and start working it, but for the moment he was content to settle on the nice nuts he was holding on to.
"Ug! Jennings stop, man." Josh was squirming again, trying to wiggle away from the fingers holding his balls so carefully with just the right combination of pressure on them and also at the same time massaging them, moving them, helping the cum to build there.
Turning to Matt, Jennings smiled and said "He's building up a really big load of cum. When he shoots, we want to catch it in something. For right now let's work on his hole, but when we reach a good stopping place, get that cup over there and keep it handy for the great moment."
"Great moment?"
"When Josh fires off his load and we catch it for him."
"For him? What do you mean, does he save it?"
Josh was panicked now. He felt Jennings release his balls. He knew instinctively what the cup would be for.
Jennings went back to keeping the hole spread, now using two fingers v-shaped on either side of the hole. "We'll let him drink it when we get enough. Now concentrate on this hole. See how far I've got it spread? See how pink and good it looks down in there?"
"Yeah. That looks interesting. But what do you mean `when we have enough' Josh can drink it?"
Josh was sweating now. To Matt's nose it was the scent of Josh he remembered from the initiation at the creek and from the night they spent together at Josh's. It was part of the whole mystique of Josh, of this guy Matt had idolized from the day he saw him boned and naked, sitting there on the tree stump.
"All in due time, my little ding-dong friend. For now put your fingers in there and feel what it's like to be inside Josh. The time will come, I am sure, when you will truly be `inside' Josh."
Josh felt Matt's fingers going in. Also his hole felt really pulled apart. He humped a quick few humps on Jennings knee, hoping they would think he was just struggling. He was so horned he couldn't stand it.
Being naked and having two guys working on him was so hot, so unexpected, he could hardly think clearly. Then added to that was Jennings threat not only to make him drink his own cum, but to make him drink what sounded like it would be more than one load.
Jennings felt Josh hump him, but didn't say anything. He could feel the squishy trouser leg where Josh's dick head was, and knew he was building up a good load. That was all truly excellent. He knew Josh would need a big supply before the night was done. And when it was through, those tight little balls of his would be totally empty.
Matt had two fingers in as far as they could go. "Is this good enough?"
"Wiggle them. Josh likes that. Right, Josh?"
Matt wiggled them and Josh shuddered, squawked, tried to twist and finally frantically waved his arms. He didn't try kicking his legs because that just made the fingers inside get worse.
Matt grinned. "It's funny when Josh does squirms like that."
"Right. Now let's have some more fun. Pull your fingers out and we'll do some more stuff to Josh."
Matt self-consciously wiped his hands on his trousers. Then grinned at Jennings. "This is great."
"Not for me!" Josh protested.
"Here's where we have more fun. See that dildo over there? That thing that looks like a bowling pin?
"No Jennings!" Josh protested. He tried more squirming and kicking, but all to no avail. Jennings' probing hand again went between Josh's legs, past his balls, and began a slow touching on his dick, slow pulling, slow testing of the piss slit and all over the precum laden head. Josh was making frantic movements, but he couldn't get away. Jennings massive arms held him down too tightly. Finally he had to stop or he would have shot off right then because the fingers were still at work.
Matt came back with the dildo.
"Now grab that lube over there and let's slick that thing up."
"What are we going to do?"
"We're going to put it in Josh. He'll really enjoy it, and you've helped by opening up his hole."
"I'm about to shoot" Josh warned. Jennings fingers abruptly stopped.
"Watch here, Matt. Josh actually has dimples on the far edges of his butt cheeks. Tense your butt, Josh, so Matt can see."
With the fingers removed, Josh could tense and squeeze his butt cheek muscles without fear of firing off. As he tensed, the sides showed deep dimples. He also used that chance to squeeze his butt closed, even though he knew he couldn't escape the invasion. He lay on his dick for a second, sexed up and almost content, enjoying this moment of peace.
Jennings stroked him on the butt, sliding his big hand across the white tender cheeks. "Feel that, Matt. Perfectly smooth and yet strong. You can actually touch where the muscles are tensing."
Matt did. He had touched Josh's butt before, had even laid beside him all night when they had on boxing gloves. But nothing was like this. There was something incredibly white and really hot about Josh's butt. He sighed. Something inside him yearned for more.
Matt took the lube bottle and looked at it. The label said "For your enjoyment, there is a warming quality to this lube." Matt looked at the word and looked up at Jennings. Jennings grinned mischievously.
"Right. It'll make Josh nice and warm inside."
"What will?" Josh was panicked again.
"Slick it up, Matt."
Matt held the dildo lovingly as he greased it up. He could feel the lube on his own fingers and noticed the warmth. He wondered how much they could get in Josh.
"Won't it hurt him?"
"The lube won't. It'll just give him a trip. The dildo itself, maybe. But he seems to love something up his ass, and this will help open that passageway for further use. And further exploration too, I might add."
Matt didn't always understand things Jennings said, but that didn't matter. "I've got it ready."
"Would you like to do the insertion?"
"Wow! Can I?"
"Why doesn't somebody ask me about that?" Josh griped.
"Sure, Matt. Go right ahead. It'll be good training for you."
Josh tensed up, clenching his fists. He was so near shooting off he didn't dare move anyway. Matt placed the tip of the dildo in the ass crack, and Jennings, still leaning on Josh to keep him across his knees, used both hands to spread his ass crack.
"He's got a great hole, hasn't he?"
Matt nodded and began to push the dildo in. At first it was difficult because Josh was resisting. "Relax, Josh, and accept it. Push back like you're taking a dump."
Josh remembered where he had heard that before: when Zack was getting ready to fuck him. Again he remembered why he had come over. To try and free Zack he was now going through all this. And this wasn't even the real letter club initiation. This was just Jennings playing games. Somewhere down the road he would have the real initiation to go through.
In the instant the dildo entered him, Josh saw stars. He felt pain and surprise and a weird feeling that he actually liked something this big going in him. Then as he adjusted to the feelings inside, he realized it was getting warmer.
"It's getting hot!"
"No, Josh. That's just a mild warming lubricant. You just weren't prepared for it. Let Matt start some movement once you're ready."
Matt was really thrilled to be doing this. He hoped he wouldn't cum in his pants as he felt the dildo's movement in Josh. He began slow thrusts, and was amazed how far in it would go. He wanted to continue, but Josh shouted, "I'm gonna cum!"
Jennings grabbed the cup and pulled Josh upright, while Matt continued the dildo-ing. It made Matt thrilled to see Josh, buck naked, all muscles and strength, held upright with this thing sticking out of his butt while he moved it, and Jennings' other hand holding a cup against the head of Josh's dick.
"Grab the cup quick!" Jennings told Josh.
Cum burst out in thick ropes, blast after blast, until seven bursts and a dribble or two completed the orgasm. It left Josh dripping with sweat and his whole body limp.
"Almost got a cup full" Jennings reported happily. "One more time and it ought to be full."
"You mean again? Now?"
"Yeah. Before it goes down. See how hard you are even after you've completely shot your load? Matt, let's take out the dildo and get him on his back. Then you can insert the dildo again and work his dick and get him to cum again."
Matt couldn't believe how wonderful all this was. Josh spread his legs wide and Matt crawled between them there on the sofa. Reaching up, he felt the thrill of that hot dick with its great head. His fingers caressed it while his hummer hummed.
He took the lube and greased up Josh's bone. He knew Josh liked a finger in his butt. He wanted to see if a finger grazing his head would give him a thrill too.
Josh tensed. He had never lost his rock hard erection, even after feeling drained. In fact with Matt playing with him, he began to feel ever hornier than he had before. Jennings came and stood over him, leaning down and playing with his nipples.
Josh had never thought his nipples would give him any particular pleasure, but lately with so many people squeezing and thumping them, he found any touching turned them on. Jennings was using his fingernail to tweak one and then the other.
Josh liked the in out motion of Matt's finger and now with his other hand paying with his dickhead, Josh was going into orbit. He looked down at Matt between his legs and winked. Matt grinned back.
"Am I doing you OK?"
"Sure thing, Matt. I think I'm on my way to another cum. Maybe it didn't all get out the first time."
Jennings grinned. "Part of that is your butt being worked overtime. Your prostate is probably bumping cum like mad. Remember to warn us when you're ready to shoot. We need to get the cup in place. If you don't shoot in it and fill it, we'll have to keep doing this."
"No! I can't keep shooting like this!"
"That's why I say to let us know. It's just a cup of cum. That's all we want. And the cup isn't even standard size. It's my old cum cup, when I used to jack off."
Josh looked up at him and grinned. "You used to catch your own cum in a cup?"
"Sure did. I wanted to keep track of how much my body was producing. And I always drank it. No sense in good protein going to waste."
Then a different thought hit Josh. "You mean I'll be drinking cum out of your old cup, the one you shot off in?" He made a nasty face and grimaced.
Jennings started pulling on his nipples in earnest. "Josh, you always try to make everything seem to be about you. This may come as a shock, but everything in this life isn't entirely about you. Now quit griping. Matt, finger his butt harder."
When the second shot came, they caught it perfectly in the cup. It did fill it. Matt's eyes were wide with wonder. He had never seen that much cum all in one place.
"You ought to see what I could do" Jennings said, as if reading his mind. "Now Josh, here's your cup. Drink it all, down to the last drop."
Josh made a face and then swallowed. He had never had that much cum in his mouth at one time. It seemed sort of overwhelming. When he finished, the cum had made a white moustache on his lip, which he wiped off. He wished he had some water to get the taste of cum out of his mouth, but he was afraid to ask for some because that might start one of those `pee' things with Jennings again.
A moment later Matt looked at his watch. "Gosh! I didn't know it was this late. I've got to get home. I don't want my brother or my father to catch me out this late."
Once he was gone, Josh asked "Will you set Zack free? I went through all of this so you'd do it. Is that a promise that you will?"
Jennings nodded. "Let me rub that butt a little and we'll be through."
"Jennings, that's weird. You and Sam and Ted and even Zack all wanted to rub my butt. What's so great about mine?"
Before anything more could be said, there was a knock at the door.
Across town something else was happening. One of the team had left the locker room early. Chet had gotten a message on his cell, and he knew what it would be about. So while Jennings and the guys were having `fun' in his basement, Chet was parking at the Truck Stop Motel, in front of Cottage 8. He truly hoped this ordeal of having to pay his repair bill this way would soon be over. All during the season, with the pressure of practice and the games, Joe would call on his cell and tell him he had to meet a client that night. Playing back the message tonight, he was told to be here and don't shower.
"Chet, you know who this is. I've got a client for you at the usual place right after the game. He likes your smell, buddy, so don't shower or put any deodorant on. He's paying extra for you to be that way, and for you to jack off slow. He said no lube, just milk your precum, but to make it shiny. I'd suggest you spit in your hand to help things along."
Sometimes after a game he was too tired to beat off. He knew some guys did their best meat jerks then, and some even jerked off before the game `to stay rugged' as they said.
He knew he'd have to think of Cindy tonight to really get hard and charged up. He sat in his old truck and thought about her for a minute, to try and get in the mood. He was wearing what Joe made him wear: pullover white shirt, dark slacks, and underneath that was the jockstrap Joe had special made for him, the grey full pouch with the number 8 on it.
Well at least that pouch always made him feel good. It held his stuff in what seemed a special way. When he would look at himself in the mirror in it, it looked like he had put an orange in there. His stuff looked so full, so powerful, so compact but ultimately so loaded.
He wished Cindy could see him in the pouch. She was always getting him so hot and then sending him home where he had to be content with jerking off multiple times to calm down. If she could see how he looked in this, she would never act that way. Then he could truly take her in his arms...
Having thought that, he felt the heat rising in his balls. It was time to go in.
Back at Jennings' house, there was a knock on the basement door.
"What the fuck?" Jennings asked. "Who's here this late?"
Still holding Josh, he walked over to the door. There was another knock.
"Who's there?"
"Your photographer" a voice said.
"Shit! That's Leroy and Butch."
"Who are they" Josh asked.
"Guys who have some stuff they can use on me if I don't cooperate. I wonder what they want."
"Well let me loose so I can put clothes on."
"Naw. This shouldn't take long. Anyhow you've got a good body. You ought to be proud to show it off."
"Not like this I'm not. Come on, Jennings. That's just mean."
"Naw. It'll do you a world of good; make a man out of you. I'm proud of my buddy. I like to show you off."
"You're always saying that."
From beyond the door, the tone was more aggressive. "Come on, Jennings, open up. Otherwise we start pounding and all the neighborhood will wonder what's going on."
"Damn." Reluctantly he sighed and unlocked. Leroy and Butch came in. They both looked scruffy, Leroy with long yellow hair that hung down over his shoulders, and Butch with his skin-head haircut.
They looked at him and then at Josh. "You keep this one naked in your basement? What's he got going for him that you like him this way?" Leroy's eyes had a yellow gleam.
Butch rubbed his hands. "I'd say he'd be great for sucking or fucking. We could take him with us."
Jennings put out a hand. "Stop. Why are you here?"
"We want Chet."
"Well he's not here."
"Obviously. But we want Chet. So get him for us." There was an ugly tone to his voice.
"Look, Leroy, I have no idea where he is. Did you try to call him?"
"Yes and he's not answering his cell."
"Then there's nothing I can do. I don't know where he is. We always scatter after a game, you remember that."
"So you won't help?"
"What do you mean? I have no idea where he is."
"Then go get him for us."
"If you want him so bad, you go get him."
Butch turned and called out the door, "You guys come in. We've got two passengers for our night ride."
Josh panicked. He didn't know who these guys were and he wasn't about to go on any night ride. Jennings was still holding on to him as three other guys came in from outside.
Butch turned to them. "He says he doesn't know where Chet is, so I figured we'd take them with us until he can figure out a way to get hold of Chet."
"Why do you want Chet anyway?" Jennings was baffled.
Leroy grinned that yellow eyed grin. "I got a client in Grove Hill who has had his eye on him for quite a while. We just need to deliver Chet to him to collect a nice sum of money."
"That's kidnapping" Josh blurted out.
"It's just for the night, boner boy." Leroy patted Josh on the cheek, but was looking eagerly at his dick.
"Is he a client of yours? I mean not just for grabbing Chet, but a client of your...ah...product?" Jennings asked.
"What's his product?" Josh asked, trying to edge away from Leroy and the x-ray eyes.
"No I don't sell him meth." Leroy was indignant. Then realizing what he had admitted, he turned away. "We don't ever mention that around here. Anyway who I sell meth to are called my customers, who I get guys for are called my clients."
"Leroy runs a goat farm" Jennings explained. "We used to call him the goat boy. But since then he has widened his endeavors."
"We need to go" one of the others said.
"I think I'll take this one and keep him" Leroy said, reaching out for Josh's bone.
"You don't want him" Jennings explained. "His father is a lawyer, or what around here is called a `prominent attorney.' That means he knows all the other lawyers, all the judges, plus the sheriff and the district attorney. If you ever messed with him, they'd bury you under the jail and deny you ever existed."
That was enough to give Leroy pause. "How about if I could just have him for tonight? I'd promise not to really mess him up, just use him for some stuff I've been longing to do." His hand was now touching Josh's cock, grasping it lightly, gently massaging and slowly pulling.
Josh looked terrified, his eyes wide and his whole body rigid, like he was frozen.
"The guys you've taken there have never been the same afterward. Not on your life. Josh stays here."
"Can he do pushups?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Let's see him do some."
"In his shape he'd pole vault the first time he went down,"
"That would be fun to see. Come on, man, drop down and get started."
Jennings wanted to get him out of there. Leroy had always been trouble. He had a mean streak that was getting out of control since he started making meth.
Reluctantly Jennings let go of Josh. Josh's bone, even after two big ejaculations, was still hard. Maybe not as hard as it had been, but still hard enough to give him trouble doing pushups.
"Gimme twenty!" Leroy barked. "And count them off. When I say `hold' you stay rigid. Got that?"
Josh dropped down, carefully getting into position so his bone wasn't poking into the floor.
"OK, START!"
"One!" Josh said, rising up. Before he could come down Leroy snapped "Hold it!"
Josh was poised on the tips of his fingers and toes, his back high and arched, his muscles glistening and rigid, and his butt on display for everyone to see.
But that wasn't what Leroy was interested in. Standing beside Josh, he slowly moved his foot underneath him, until he raised it and touched Josh's bone, making it bob. Leroy smiled and pushed again, bumping the bone and seeing it dance back and forth.
"Neat. We need to get the pressure off that dick before he can do this right. Let's milk the stuff out of him."
"Nooo!!!" Josh cried out. "There's nothing left in there to come out!"
Leroy looked at Josh from the rear, reaching down and touching his balls from behind. "He's right. His balls are like two little marbles in an empty sack."
Josh was still holding his position, but his muscles were beginning to tire. He knew he would start to shake before too long. He twisted his head to look back at Leroy.
"Can I go down or continue?"
"Just stand up. You're free." Turning to Jennings, he gave him a leer, "Have you been doing your `cup of cum' routine again?"
Jennings just smiled and blushed.
"Kid, did he milk you dry?"
"Yes" Josh admitted.
"And did he make you drink a cup of your own cum?"
"Yes." Josh was feeling embarrassed.
"How was it?"
Josh didn't know what the right answer was. "It was a lot." The guys all burst out laughing.
"They milked you good, huh?"
Josh nodded. He wished he could put some clothes on. The guys all looked at him and grinned. He wished his bone would go down. His butt was still sore from what Jennings and Matt had done to it.
"Did Jennings try to dildo you off?"
Josh nodded.
"Jennings you dog, you're still up to your old tricks. Let's see what his hole looks like now. Grab your ankles, kid, and spread your legs wide."
Jennings stood behind him, beside Leroy. One of them, Josh didn't try to look back and see which, ran a finger down his crack. He winced and then trebled like a young pony.
"Good hole the kid's got. Look at that white ass. Jennings, you've got yourself a real property here. Guys would pay good money for a chance to plow an ass that smooth." Josh felt a finger pushing against his hole. "Look at how it responds. That hole is practically kissing my finger. Hey kid, have many guys been playing with your asshole?"
"No." Josh was insulted.
"Well I find that hard to believe."
Butch's cell phone went off. He answered it, listened for a second, said `thanks' and then turned to Leroy and the guys with them.
"Chet's truck been spotted over at the truck stop. At the Motel, actually. He must have taken his girl friend there."
"Let's go!" Leroy cried. "Maybe we can catch them in the act. Wouldn't my client love that? His stud boy still attached to a girl's pussy when we drag him in."
They piled out of there, heading for their panel truck. Jennings and Josh stood there in the basement with puzzled faces.
"That's kidnapping" Josh said again.
Back at the motel, Chet was following the procedures Joe had set up. Before getting out of the truck, he had gone over in his mind the steps Joe required of him: 1. Don't knock. Just open the unlocked door. 2. Look around the room, see where the tape player was (usually right inside the door). 3. Put the blindfold on and turn on the player. That's the client's clue that you are here. 4. Begin to slowly strip. The client will come out of the bathroom and sit on the bed. 5. The jock strap comes off last. Then begin dancing in time to the music. Shake and wiggle a lot. Clients like to see your stuff; they don't care how good your dancing is. 6. Keep from shooting off for as long as you can, but don't stop working on your dick. 7. When you shoot, catch it in the palm of your hand. Extend your hand out so your client can see it all from the bed. 8. Lick the cum off...every bit of it. Try to look like you enjoy it. 9. Reach over to the table beside you and turn off the tape. The client will return to the bathroom. You can remove the blindfold and get dressed and leave quickly. As you go out the door, never look back.
Chet always had trouble remembering the order of the steps. He knew someday he would maker a mistake and all hell would break loose, like if he turned on the tape before he had the blindfold on.
Now the session was in full swing. The last piece of clothing to be removed was the jock strap. He made sure he was hard enough to look impressive when he pulled it down. He figured he looked better if it wasn't totally hard, just almost there. That would let him get to full mast on the first few strokes.
Totally nude now, he gyrated and stroked, moving in place but giving the impression of lots of action. The music was always a help. Joe picked stuff that sounded like stripper music. Actually it might have been stripper music; Chet had never heard any so he didn't know.
It had been like any other time with any other client, except this time the door behind him opened and a voice said "Dad!"
There was a gasp from the man on the bed. "Son! How did you..."
Chet pulled off his blindfold, grabbed for his clothes, and almost knocked down the guy behind him while getting through the doorway. All he saw was a guy his age in a Grove Hill Rattlers letter jacket. Still bare assed naked, Chet jumped into his truck and gunned the engine. Fortunately for him, it started perfectly this time. Glancing over his shoulder at the open door to the room, he asked "What the fuck was all that?" Then something dawned on him. "Shit! I bet I could have played against that guy in the game tonight. I wonder if he recognized me."
As he pealed out of the parking lot, his cell phone went off.
Back at Jennings' house, he was trying to reach Chet to warn him. Josh looked out the window to make sure Leroy and the gang didn't decide to double back to keep Jennings from calling.
Chet heard Jennings say "Thank god I got hold of you, Chet. You better clear out of that motel, Leroy and Butch and their guys are on the way over. They say they want to grab you for some guy who's paying them."
There was a pause, then Jennings laughed, "Buck naked, huh? What'll people think if they see you driving by?. You didn't even have time to dress?"
After he hung up, he told Josh "You better head on home. Chet's gonna stop by here. He says he's gotten himself in a jam over whatever he was doing tonight. He wants some help."
"He could come home with me" Josh volunteered. Now that he was dressed, he was able to think more clearly.
"Josh, why would he want to go home with you? He's not gay."
"I meant if he needed a place to hide. And besides that, I keep telling you I'm not gay."
"Actually you might have a good idea. Leroy would never look for him there, and it's likely he might think he's hiding here."
"Want me to go outside so I can get him on to my house the second he gets here?"
"I'll cut the lights and we can both go outside. I'll ride over with the two of you, and then walk home...unless Chet wants me to stash his truck somewhere."
It took less than five minutes for Chet's truck to come down the driveway and into the back yard. Before he could get out, the two of them climbed in with him. He was still naked. They moved his clothes to make a place for them to sit.
The first thing they noticed about Chet was that he smelled like whiskey. When he spoke, his voice was a little thick.
"Yeah" Chet said in answer to their question. "I keep a pint hidden in the glove compartment, and I always have a drink and a pill after I finish a thing at the motel. It's the only way I can stand it."
With that, Jennings climbed over him and pushed him over to the middle.
"I'll drive to Josh's while you explain what's going on." Chet outlined the facts: he was in debt for truck repairs, so Joe at the garage let him build up a bill and expected him to work it off giving a show to men at the motel.
"I don't ever seem to be able to get out of it. He never says how much I still owe. I always told him something would go wrong, and tonight it did."
Jennings explained about Leroy. Chet said he thought maybe one of his customers wanted him for himself, wanted to get him somewhere away where he could do who-knows-what to him. He said he had warned Joe about that possibility, but Joe always claimed to have everything under control.
"I got to get out of this" he explained. They noticed the pill must have been taking effect too. His voice was thicker.
"We'll work that out tomorrow. I think we need to tell Coach what's going on. He's got a lot of pull in town, and maybe he could go to the sheriff and they could investigate Joe and see what all's going on."
"And my dad's an attorney. I know he would help." Josh couldn't help but notice that Chet was boned up. It was nice to see it happen to somebody else since usually he was the one on display. Chet was strong and his body was putting out heat. Josh liked that. The three of them were sort of mashed in together on the front seat. Josh's hand was resting in his lap, but it was almost touching the side of Chet's leg. He sighed.
Jennings glanced over his way. "What's going on Josh?"
"Oh nothing, I was just thinking."
"Save that for tomorrow when we go to see Coach. Right now, Chet, you're spending the night at Josh's. You'll have to go in quietly so you don't wake his folks. By the way, what kind of pills do you take?"
"I told my mom's doctor that I got real depressed sometimes, and he gave me something that helps me keep calm. If I take a snort of whiskey with it, it helps me forget that I just went through."
"Can you walk in calmly? Don't embarrass Josh by stumbling around."
Chet's voice began to sound a little innocent, childlike. The pill was working. "Oh no. I wouldn't do anything like that. I even gave Josh a ride to Matt's in my truck one time. Josh is my buddy. We both hate Troy."
Josh realized Chet was slowly slipping away, losing it. "Better get dressed. We're here."
They got out and handed Chet his clothes. He dressed with disjointed movements, his legs somewhat wobbly.
"I'll take your truck and bring it by in the morning, Chet. Just go to bed and everything will be fine."
They watched Jennings drive off, and went inside. It was easier than Josh had thought it might be, now that it was just the two of them. Chet followed him obediently, like a little boy. It was kind of fun to have a six foot senior athlete follow him up the stairs, with his hand on Josh's shoulder to steady himself.
"It's just one bed, but it's big" Josh said when they were finally in his room. "The bathroom's through here. It sounds like the rest of them are all asleep. You want to wash up before we go to bed?"
Chet nodded. Josh let him go in the bathroom by himself, hoping he wouldn't stumble. He heard the toilet flush and the water run, and then Chet was back.
Josh had already undressed. He was going to pull on a pair of briefs until Chet stripped down to nothing.
"You're not going to sleep in your boxers?"
"Not usually. Especially like tonight. I take a pill before I go, to make sure I stay hard, and later at night my bone gets caught in my boxers and if I roll over, sometimes I think it'll almost break it hurts so much."
"Wait a minute, Chet. You take one pill to get hard, then later one pill to relax, and then a slug of whiskey to increase the effect?"
Chet had his little boy expression on his face again. "Yes" he grinned and gave a secretive laugh. "And I even took one more pill in the bathroom. I'm so relaxed I'll sleep all night. No more bad dreams."
Josh left his briefs where they were, and climbed into bed beside Chet. He pulled the covers up, and turned off the lamp on the side table. Now they were side by side in the darkness. Josh felt strangely comforted.
For a moment all was silent. Then Chet mumbled, "Cindy?" He moved slightly toward Josh. "I love you Cindy."
Rolling onto his side, he threw his arm across Josh's chest. His face was next to Josh's. He snuggled close. As he drifted off to sleep, he whispered "Cindy. I love you Cindy." Then he was silent, totally asleep, dead to the world.
Josh scrunched his toes. He felt something poking him. He knew what it was.
End of Chapter 12
(I hope everyone has a great holiday season. - Bart)