Chapter Thirteen Saturday Morning
Josh opened his eyes to the morning sunlight and saw Chet's arm across his chest. That had been the last thing he had seen when he went to sleep. However this time it was his other arm, and Chet was snuggled across his shoulder and onto his chest. Josh tried to move. Chet groaned.
"Chet? You awake?"
Chet made some sounds but didn't move. His eyes were still tightly closed.
Josh squirmed around and tried to get out of Chet's grip. He shook him. Finally, his eyes still closed, Chet groaned "Cindy?"
"No. It's Josh, Chet."
"How did you get here? And what became of Cindy?" He still didn't open his eyes.
"You spent the night over here. Jennings and I brought you here. You were pretty out of it."
"But where did Cindy go?"
"She never was here."
"Yes she was. I remember I..." His voice faded off into silence.
Josh managed to push Chet back on his side of the bed, and got out to go to the bathroom. He got halfway across the room when Chet called his name. Josh turned.
"If that wasn't Cindy, then you mean it was you?" Chet was looking at him and Josh was aware Chet was staring at his erection. He started to cover it with his hand.
"I've got to pee. I'll be right back."
Chet was still stuck in neutral. "You mean it was you and not Cindy?"
Josh hurried into the bathroom, and returned a few minutes later. His erection was going down, but he knew from the feeling that he still `hung long' as he walked across the room to the bed. Chet watched him the whole time.
When Josh started to get back into bed, Chet pulled away.
"What's wrong, Chet?"
"Did you do anything to me? Did you try?"
"You were pretty high. You kept calling me Cindy."
"And?"
"And saying stuff like `I love you Cindy' and moaning her name."
Chet abruptly sat up in bed. "Did we do anything?"
"No. We went to sleep."
"But you're not wearing anything."
"Neither are you. And I didn't wear briefs because you said you never wore your boxers to bed after you took a pill. You explained that if you wore boxers after a pill your..."
Chet looked down at himself. He saw he was hard. "Ok. I know about that. But did you try anything with me?"
"No, Chet. Good grief, man, why would I do that?"
"Because you're gay and you're hard and you're naked and you spent the night in bed with me."
"I'm not gay. And about me being hard, you're hard too. And when we woke up, it was you on me. I was just lying there."
"Isn't that what gays do? They seduce guys to do stuff with them?"
"Chet, be reasonable. I wasn't doing anything to you and the only thing you did to me was call me Cindy. If you rolled over on me in the night, that isn't anybody's fault. Now get up. Jennings will be coming over and you all are going to see the coach."
For a moment, Chet's eyes looked dazed. Then it hit him, all that had gone on last night: the motel, the man's son, Leroy looking for him, and Joe's schemes gone wrong. He let out a deep, sad groan. He was in trouble and he didn't know how to get out. "I'm fucked. I'm totally fucked."
Josh felt truly sorry for him, standing there with the saddest look on his face he had ever seen.
"We can fix things. Jennings said so."
"I'm gonna be a disgrace: to myself, to my mom, to the team, to my friends."
Josh reached out and put his hand on Chet's shoulder. "My dad's a lawyer. He can help us. And Jennings said we'd talk to Coach too."
Chet looked at Josh's hand there. "Why are you touching me?"
Josh was shocked. "I was trying to help."
"You weren't about to do some perv stuff, were you?"
"Chet, I'm not gay. Why do you have to suspect people of things like that?"
"Well wasn't there something about that teacher they got rid of, that you and him and a guy in your class were doing stuff together?"
"No. I mean yes, but it's complicated. Anyhow I'm not trying to feel you up. In fact I'd feel better if you put some clothes on."
"Right. And that's because I turn you on, right?" Chet turned to face him, to stand beside him, to move very close. He put his arm over Josh's shoulder. "That turns you on, right?"
Josh knew his dick was up, even in the briefs. "Chet, don't do this, man."
"Why? You don't want to know you're gay?"
"Chet, I brought you here last night, gave you a place to stay when Leroy was out looking for you. Don't turn it into something else."
Josh was sincere in helping Chet, but it was also true as Chet implied that he was feeling a strong urge. And Chet was a great looking guy, tall, dark haired, tanned skin, and brown eyes. Josh's dick was totally hard now. He usually started to leak through his shorts at this point. He hoped that wasn't happening now, but he didn't want to look down.
"Put some clothes on, Chet." Both guys looked down at the same moment. Josh was boned, but Chet was totally hard. His dick was right next to Josh. If he turned slightly, his dick would slap Josh's thigh.
"Shit!" Chet shook his fists as he realized he was the one excited about all this. He started grabbing for his clothes, then suddenly stopped.
He walked over to Josh and stood real close. Josh could felt he warmth from Chet's body. It felt good. He fought to keep back a sigh.
Chet put his arms around him. "Josh, that was good what you did for me last night. I'm sorry I freaked out this morning. It's just that I have a hard time accepting gay people. But I like you, buddy."
Josh's bone dripped a little. "I'm not gay" he said.
Chet gave him a sympathetic look. "I understand how you must feel. But I don't hold being gay against you. You don't need to deny it around me."
With that he reached down and squeezed Josh's bone through his briefs. Electricity went through Josh's body. He could feel the hand, the squeezing, the rush through his dick and the sudden churning in his balls, and the warmth of Chet growing more intense.
"Oh!" The minute Josh said it, he realized his voice betrayed the thrill he was feeling. "I'm sorry, Chet. I can't help it."
"Being gay? I realize that."
"No. I'm not gay. I can't help getting this reaction from you. Somehow you really turn me on. I don't know why."
"It's because you're gay." As he said that, Chet looked carefully at Josh and realized how good looking he was. At 16 he was developing muscles, abs, pecs, and growing hair on his arms and legs. Maybe the hair was a light wispy fuzz, but it set off his blond hair and blue eyes. He still looked smooth, and Chet remembered from earlier that his pubs were nicely set off by the bone that always seemed to stand at attention.
He let go of the head, realizing that even through the material he had sticky stuff all over his hand.
He grinned. Holding up his hand, he said "Look at that, Josh. That all came from you."
"Yeah" Josh admitted, not knowing what to say. This seemed so intense to him he was afraid of breaking the spell.
"That shows you like me, right?"
Josh nodded, looked into Chet's eyes, and carefully put a hand on Chet's shoulder. Then, as if in unspoken agreement, they both hugged each other in a hot bear hug. Josh felt carried away with Chet's arms around him. Chet didn't know what he felt, because it had never happened to him before. They were both panting, from anxiety as much as anything else.
As they pulled apart, Chet said, "Damn, Josh, I think I could really go for you." Then realizing what he had just said, he quickly added "If I didn't like girls more and if Cindy and I don't work out."
Josh didn't know how to explain that although Chet brought out those feelings in him, it didn't mean every other guy brought out those same feelings. But he couldn't find the words. So as a substitute, he said "Let's go to breakfast."
When they got downstairs, Pete and Tommy were already eating. Mrs. Raider looked up in surprise when she saw Chet.
"Welcome, I don't think we're met" she said smiling.
"Mom, this is Chet. He came home with me last night. I'm sorry I didn't ask, but something came up and I told Chet he could sleep over here. I hope that's OK. He's on the varsity."
"Glad to meet you, Chet. Yes I remember your name from the football program when I watch the game."
"Where's Troy?"
"He got up early and left. He didn't eat. He said he had to be somewhere."
Tommy and Pete exchanged glances. Tommy spoke up, "Maybe he went to get another tattoo."
Mrs. Raider looked at him in surprise. "What do you mean `another' tattoo? Has he gotten a tattoo already?"
Pete knew he should cover for his big brother. "Tommy just means so many guys are getting them these days, it's like another guy another tattoo." He kicked Tommy under the table. Tommy quieted down. He knew he was just a guest in the household and he didn't want to get in any trouble.
"Jennings is supposed to come by in a little while and take me and Chet to see Coach Wilson at school. Just football business."
"That's nice" his mother said.
By the time his family was home having breakfast, Troy was already over at the hospital. He had gotten there early, without food or water just as the doctor had said. After he was admitted, he was taken to a room with a bed, given a hospital gown to wear, and told to relax. At 8 o'clock Dr. Peters came in.
"Are you ready for the procedure?"
Troy nodded. "I'm ready and I understand the risks."
"Well actually there aren't any risks unless you're been much more sexually active in many more sexual ways than you've admitted. In that case, yes you could have damaging side effects. Are you sure you've told me everything?"
"Yes." Troy figured none of this was the doctor's damn business anyway.
"All right then. My attendant will come in and get you ready. You may know him. He comes down from the University on weekends and works for me here. But even if you know him, be assured everything here is confidential. It's like that saying about `what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas'. Your confidentiality is preserved."
When he finished speaking, he went out. After a minute, the attendant came in. Troy looked up.
"Jerry! You're the attendant?"
Jerry grinned. Tall, freckle faced, red headed with powerful arms and a linebacker's chest, he was a fraternity brother.
"Yep. I'm working my way through school, and the doc helps pay my tuition. In return, I do stuff for him. Now slip off that gown and I'll get you ready."
Troy hadn't counted on this. His hope had been that nobody, especially his fraternity brothers, would know about the tattoo. But Jerry had the gown off him in a second.
"Hmm. I see you've named your dick. `Dork'. That's a good name. But I'll need to shave you."
"Jerry, please. I want my pubes to hide the tattoo until this thing today makes it go away."
"Nice try, but any procedures down there mean your pubes have to be shaved. And I'll need to check your balls for sperm. If they're too full, I'll have to extract some."
"Extract? No way, man. Whatever's in there stays in there."
Jerry just smiled. Bringing the razor, lather and a bowl he started in on Troy's pubes. They were gone in a very little while. Jerry smiled and let out a whistle as he ran his fingers over the shaved area.
"Smooth. Feels great. Now to check those balls."
Troy was uncomfortable. Even though Jerry had been very professional about the shaving, nevertheless he had moved Troy's dick back and forth, and it now hung a little longer than previously. Jerry's fingers began to stroke his balls, lifting them and examining each one, sliding them around in the sack.
"I don't know. They seem pretty full to me." Jerry seemed pleased with himself.
"Jerry, if you kept that up, I'll leave without the procedure."
"What, and go back to school and have everybody call you `Dork Dick'? I can guarantee the fraternity will have you running buck naked around the campus where everybody can see the tattoo, or leave you tied up at the flagpole naked where everybody can see. You know with some guys that they've left that way, they included a red pen with indelible ink and a note to girls telling them to write whatever they want there. Guys use the pen too, but I won't say what for."
"Jerry, you're scaring me."
"Let me get some thin tubing and see if we can draw excess semen out that way. It's better than if you have to jack off in front of me."
Jerry left. Troy was sorry he had ever come in. It looked like all his secrets were out now. When Jerry came back in, he was holding several large lengths of thin plastic tubing. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and laid the tubing down. He turned to Troy.
"Why did you have the tattoo put on in the first place? Was it a bet or something?"
"It's complicated. I don't really want to talk about it."
"Don't you know fraternity brothers don't keep secrets? What if I went back and told about all this? How would you feel then?"
"You mean if I tell you everything, you will make sure all this stays a secret?"
"Well sure, that's what a fraternity brother is for."
Awkwardly Troy recounted the Grove Hill gang and the cuffs and Ricky Semmes and the tattoo kit. When he finished he was red from embarrassment, having seen the gleam in Jerry's eyes as he gave the gory details.
"So Jerry, I can trust you, right?"
Before Jerry could answer, Dr. Peters came in. Seeing the tubing, he smiled.
"Jerry, you're not playing tricks again, are you?"
Jerry blushed.
"Tricks?" Troy asked.
"Oh Jerry always has something up his sleeve. What was he going to use the tubing for? Perhaps he said he could extract sperm that way? And if you refused, he'd make you masturbate in front of him?"
Troy was as embarrassed as Jerry was. "Yes."
"Well I'm glad it didn't come to that. I've had to reprimand Jerry a number of times about that. If it had resulted in your having to masturbate in front of him, he would have made so many comments it would have eventually caused you to give up the attempt. You'd be surprised what Jerry can say to people to humiliate them. I think he rather gets off on it."
"Aw, doc. I'm not that bad."
"And I see he's shaved you, right? Yesterday you were not shaved, and this morning you are."
"He said I had to be shaved before the procedure."
"And I'm sure he enjoyed every minute of it. What do you say for yourself, Jerry?"
Jerry hung his head. "What're you gonna do to me, doc?"
The doctor ignored him. "Troy, this procedure is really simple. It only involves two injections. There was no need for you to be shaved. In fact I'm sure you would feel more comfortable about yourself if you still had your hair down there. Now to make up for this, when you wake up after the procedure, I have a nice salve that you will put on Jerry's cock and balls. It'll not only burn, but will take the hair off. Right, Jerry?"
"Doc, why do you let people do that to me? It's all just barely gown back now." Jerry was red faced and almost teary eyed.
"There'll be more if I decide to" Dr. Peters said. It was obvious who was in charge. "Now go get me the injections and bring them here."
When he had gone, Dr. Peters said "The chemicals are dissolved in glucose, which I'll inject in you. It will make you sleepy and you will sweat. When you wake up, I'll get Jerry to drive you home if you're woozy. The tattoo will slowly dissolve over the next four weeks. During that time, you absolutely must not have any sexual activity: no sex at all, no masturbation, no anal stimulation, no oral things. Do you understand?"
Troy nodded. Jerry returned with a tray on which lay two long and ominous syringes. The doctor took Troy's penis and held it. Slowly he stuck a needle through the top of the head. Troy thought he would pass out. When the contents were fully in him, the doctor took his balls in his hand.
"These may swell a little as the glucose dissipates through the system. Wear loose clothing and be careful no one grabs your groin. Now I'll inject the second needle."
Troy looked away.
While Troy's procedure was taking place, Jennings, Chet, and Josh arrived at the Hinson campus. As it happened, on this Saturday morning both the football coach and the basketball coach were working at the school. Wilson was winding up the football season, and Turner was getting ready for basketball.
"How did your boys end up? Do you have some good prospects for next year?"
Coach Wilson nodded. "One good thing is our newest quarterback, Josh Raider. He's only a sophomore, but he's coming along real fine. With me losing Jennings and the two linebackers plus players like Chet, I'll need all the talent I can get."
"Yes, I'm familiar with Josh Raider" Turner said, remembering the times he had gone into the boys' bathroom to quiet the noise and found Josh boned while everybody else laughed. "Let me ask you something about him."
"Sure."
"Does he have any sort of medical problem...um...er... sexual problem to be exact?"
Wilson looked up. In his capacity as both football coach and athletic director, he was responsible for a lot of boys. He didn't want anything happening that he wasn't aware of. Because Turner taught science classes in addition to coaching the basketball team, he realized Turner might observe things and hear things that he wouldn't be aware of.
"What did you mean exactly? Is something going on?" It was always his dread that one of the boys would do something so bad it would pull down the good name and reputation of the team, something he had worked to keep clean and establish for ten years.
"It may not be anything. Recently when classes broke for a lunch wave at the end of fourth period, there has been something in the boys' bathroom near the social studies classroom, some horse play or whatever, and I've had to go in to put it down."
He paused, and Coach Wilson thought to himself that if Turner could ever get to the point of anything, it would be a miracle. He wondered if Turner's students ever got to the end of what he was talking about. He knew the basketball players didn't, he had heard them laughing about it.
"I hear what you're saying, but what's on your mind, Turner?"
"Well as I was saying, it's Josh Raider. There was noise several days, and when I went in he would be standing there at the urinal with a tremendous erection. He couldn't piss and it wouldn't go down. The other boys were all laughing. It didn't seem natural, particularly when it happened more than once. I wondered if he liked to be the center of attention."
Damn!' Wilson thought. If it's not one problem around here, it's another.' Aloud he said "Don't your basket ball players get erections?"
"Yes, but not at the same time every day, and not in a crowded bathroom at the start of lunch when everybody's in there."
"Just what are you implying about my quarterback?"
"Well it just sounds a little fruity to me. We all know there are some boys who start out early in life hanging out in bathrooms and showing off what they've got. And we know how they end up, in rotten glory holes on the west coast or in truck stop restrooms across the country."
"Josh Raider is not like that. In fact none of my boys are like that. And by the way, while we're on the subject of fruity things, what's this with one of your players keeping his balls shaved? My boys were laughing about it several times during the season. What kind of crazy kick is that?"
"This is the first I've heard of it. I'll check at the next practice. I'll go in while they're dressing out and see what's going on. I don't intend to have my boys involved in anything perverse."
Before Coach Wilson could reply to Turner's smug assertion, Jennings, Chet, and Josh appeared in the entrance to the hallway where they were talking.
"There's the one I was talking about" Coach Turner said. "And I'll bet anything he'll have an erection."
Coach Wilson just grimaced and turned away. He went back into his office, and in a moment the three boys stood before him.
He had known the older two through all their football days, and he had never seen Chet look so troubled.
"You boys got something on your minds?"
"Yes, sir" Chet said. "And coach I know it's bad, but let me say all of the whole thing before you get mad or something. Because when you get mad, I can't hardly think."
So he began: he told about his truck and the repair debt and how Joe had offered him a way to pay the bills off.
Coach Wilson interrupted. "Now this is Joe, the mechanic who runs Joe's Garage?"
"Yes sir, and --"
"Wait. So he said you could strip and jack off and make money?"
"Yes sir, and --"
"And you agreed to do this disgusting thing? You preferred to do that than to earn money and pay your truck bills?"
"Well, coach, he --"
"What's wrong with you? Do you go around doing things like that in public?" He was getting red in the face, and his eyes were starting to bulge. He began to think maybe Turner was right and these boys would end up in West Coast glory holes or truck stops across America.
Chet and Jennings knew from experience that Coach was going to lose his temper shortly, and they knew that was never a nice thing. He always built up to a tremendous explosion of wrath and anger.
"No sir, I don't do --"
"Then why would you do it for him? How much do you owe him, anyway?"
"He never would say. He kept making me do it and then saying I still owed him."
"Well why didn't you come to me? You've been one of my best players and we've known each other though your school playing years. You mean you couldn't have come to me at the start and said someone was trying to make you do something you didn't want to do?"
He was gasping now, and his little round eyes bugged out on his face like a pig's eyes.
"Coach it didn't seem like much at first..."
"What?" He was about to explode. "Masturbating in front of strangers in motel rooms didn't seem like much at first? Well what in the hell would seem like much?"
Coach was really wound up now. He continued, "If you had done it right away, then... But no, you had to wait until now. What made you come now?"
"Last night I was walked in on by the son of the man I was doing stuff for."
"So now there's a scandal. Now when it's too late to get out of this, now when it all hits the fan, you come running to me..."
"Coach I came to you because you're my coach. You've taught me everything I know about football and about being part of a team. I came to you because I trust you, and I didn't have anybody else I could turn to, anybody else I trusted."
Coach Wilson puffed and breathed heavily, gasping for breath while he tried to control his temper.
"OK. OK. Well...I see. Um... Let me think. Does Joe know what happened?"
"Not yet I don't think. I ran out of there and spent the night at Josh's. Jennings drove me there and brought me here today. I guess maybe the man could have called Joe and said something, but it looked to me like he and his son were about to have a terrible situation to iron out."
"We think the son played against us in the game last night" Jennings put in.
Coach was still thinking. "Hmm. So Joe may not know. I could go to the sheriff..."
Josh, who had said nothing, finally spoke up, "My dad's a lawyer. Do you want me to talk to him?"
"Josh at this point I want to make sure we really know everything. If this team is about to have a sex scandal, let's hear about all of it at once. So I'll ask you this: someone was just telling me about you and the boys' bathroom. Are you putting on some kind of show when you go to take a piss?"
"Me? No sir. I don't know --"
"Are you and Chet both doing some sex performances?"
"No sir. Why would you ask me? I don't understand."
"This semester haven't you attracted crowds when you go to piss before lunch?"
Josh was white faced although also embarrassed. "Coach, I promise you, I'm not --"
Jennings glared at Josh, afraid he was going to start that business of saying he wasn't gay. This was not the time for that.
"OK. Let's calm down. Chet are you sure you've told me everything?"
"Yes sir."
"Has Joe ever had sex with you?"
"No sir. It's not like that. It's business."
"Hah! Some kind of business. Funny business I'd call it."
Josh spoke up again. "Coach, I was thinking. If you could find out how much Joe says Chet actually owes, maybe --"
Chet interrupted. "Joe said I wasn't the only guy he's used. He threatened to tell everybody about me if I ever tried to quit. He said one guy he used about 10 years ago was driven off the team and his folks had to move away when he threatened to expose Joe."
Coach was thinking again. He was quieting down, his breathing was more normal, and his angry eyes were softening.
"So you're absolutely sure there's been no sex involved."
"Right. Nothing except the thing I do at the motel."
"I wouldn't want to learn there's been some sort of sex club going on in the team."
"There's been nothing like that."
Turning to Josh, Coach asked again "And you're not a part of anything with this bathroom business?"
"No sir. Besides I'm wearing underwear now."
Coach's eyes flew open wide and he looked like he would have a stroke. "What the hell does that mean?"
Moving close beside him, Jennings put out a reassuring hand. "Nothing, Coach. Josh just says weird things sometimes. It didn't mean anything at all." He glared at Josh to make sure he stayed quiet.
After a moment, he said "You boys let me handle this. Chet, don't say anything to Joe. If he calls you, tell him to call me. Now you boys go your way and I'll see what I can do about handling this mess."
As they went out, Coach Wilson said under his breath, "Damn! Joe was the best mechanic within 50 miles of here."
Josh hung his head as they went out. "I don't know why everybody always remembers stuff like me being hard in the bathroom."
He thought he was talking to Chet and Jennings. Instead when he looked up, he saw a tall senior standing there. The guy's face was familiar.
"You're Josh, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Remember me?"
"Your face is familiar."
"I'm on the basketball team. My name's Steve. I'm the guy some of you varsity guys stripped and shaved back at the start of the season."
"Oh." For a moment Josh still didn't fully remember him. So much had happened this fall, and so much had gone on in the last 24 hours, sometimes he wondered how his mind could keep track of it all. Then suddenly he remembered being told to hold a guy's bone while Sam and Ted poured on shaving cream. "Yeah I do remember that," Josh said with a sudden grin. "But it seems funny you'd want to remind me about it."
He almost tingled at the memory. There was stuff he liked to think about when he jacked off, and this was one of them. The trouble was that when he saw the person again in real life, it got him hard right away, and not just `hard' but with a busting feeling like he needed to do something quick while he had the chance.
"Well do you remember I said I'd seen your picture?"
"Oh yeah! Right. And I meant to find out where you'd seen it."
"It's on my computer at home. The reason I wanted you to see it is maybe you can figure who took it and where. When you see it, you'll understand. It's obvious you had no idea you were being photographed."
Josh felt a real warmth with this guy. Maybe it was only because he'd thought about him when he was jacking off. But maybe it was a natural niceness to the guy, someone he could be comfortable around. He was so tired of people ragging him or accusing him of being gay, or kidding him about his bone, it was nice to meet someone who wasn't that way.
"I sure would like to see it."
"Can you come home with me now? I was just messing around here getting ready for basketball season. I saw you with your friends talking to the coach."
"Yeah they were going somewhere. I'm free. Let's go. I want to see that picture."
Back at the hospital, Troy opened his eyes. It took him a moment to focus, to think where he was. It was only when he started to sit up that he realized something was terrible wrong. It was like he had some huge tumor lying in his lap, sitting where his genitals used to be.
He pushed back the sheet and pulled his gown up, propping himself on a pillow to try and look down there. What he saw made him give an angry shout.
Dr. Peters and Jerry both came in quickly.
"Look at this!" Troy almost screamed.
Dr. Peters tried to calm him. Jerry just had a sardonic smirk on his face. He kept looking at Troy as if he was trying to memorize what he looked like.
"I told you beforehand that if you had been too sexually active this would have side effects. Apparently my suspicions were right."
"My dick is huge! My balls look like elephant balls! I don't think I'll even be able to walk. I know I'm not going to be able to put my trousers on!" Troy was beside himself.
Steve's house wasn't too far from the school, and Josh enjoyed the walk over there. Steve was tall of course, like all basketball players, but he had an easy grace and a nice manner. For himself, Josh was glad he had his briefs on under his pants, because he had been hard ever since they first started talking. He didn't like to look down unless he thought Steve was looking away, but he could see the outline of his head poking against the front of his pants midway up his abdomen.
Steve caught him looking down at it once, and grinned. "Got a mind if it's own, hasn't it?"
Josh grinned back. "Yeah, lately. I can't figure out why."
"Because you're a normal horny teenaged boy."
"Yeah I guess. But it sure is a relief to be able to wear underwear again."
"Oh that's right, you guys weren't allowed to wear underwear until after the Grove Hill game. How did that work out for you?"
"Terrible. I was hard all the time. And sometimes I made a wet spot on the front of my pants."
"Is that why those two guys were spanking you that day?"
"Naw, they were just giving me a bad time. Like hazing. They said I was being a loud mouth or something."
"That was awesome to see. You've got a great butt for spanking. That's why my buddy and I came over. Man I can't forget it; there you were: bent over, that white little butt on display, and them spanking away. I would have given anything to get my hands on that ass."
"Why?" Josh asked, kidding but interested.
"Well to me there is always something that can set a guy off. And spanking a great white ass does it for me. Not some hairy ass or skinny butt, but a nice round perfect ass, man that just cries out to be spanked."
Josh shot him a rueful look, `And that's what got you in trouble, right? After they sent me running back in, they said you came over and they got you."
"I still remember how you held my bone while they shaved me."
The two guys were talking about bad things they had gone through, but they were laughing about it and grinning and looking at each other as they walked along.
Josh knew he needed to get off bad. It had been almost more than he could take this morning with Chet so close, and seeing Chet boned, and everything about being nude with another guy. Now with Steve it was like if he couldn't get off soon, he would just bust apart. Cumming was all he could think about right here, well, that and dicks and bones and fists and butts and holding Steve's bone while he got shaved.
"That was awesome holding your dick. You had a big bone. And when you shot..."
Steve threw his arm across Josh's shoulder and pulled him close beside him as they walked.
"Damn right. I can really cum big time, can't I?"
Josh's eyes glazed as he thought about it. This was what he had always hoped for, a conversation with a guy about sex who wouldn't turn around and call him gay.
"You sure can. I can't cum like that, but I guess I can cum a bunch of times."
Steve looked interested. "Like how many times?"
Josh thought about it a minute. "I'm not sure. Jennings worked me off a couple of times in a row and made me drink my own cum from a cup he used to drink his own cum from."
Steve looked him square in the face, his whole face filled with delight. "Man, you really have been around! That's great!"
They were upstairs now, in Steve's room. Nobody else was home.
"Want to see that picture of you?" he asked, starting up his computer.
Josh came ad stood beside Steve who was seated. It put Josh's `bulge' right beside Steve's head. Steve reached over and rubbed it through the trousers. Josh sighed and gave a little laugh.
"Keeping it hot for me?" Steve asked.
"I guess." Josh wanted to touch Steve, but it was like he was lost in a dream. Until now anything sexual he was involved in was either as a prisoner like an initiation where he had no choice, or else his moments with Matt which never really got very far.
Finally Steve clicked on a folder, opened it, and a picture came up. It was him and he was sitting on something. Josh wasn't sure what. The main thing was that he was in perfect focus, he was naked and boned, and he was in the process of beating off.
"Where did that happen?" he asked.
"I was wondering the same thing, Josh. The background has been almost shaded out, blurred. Someone could use Photoshop and superimpose you on a different background, or even put your head on someone else's body. Let's check that part out. Strip down and let's compare you with the image."
Josh grinned. He was anxious to know more, but he wasn't stupid. He gave Steve a look, and challenged, "OK, but you strip too."
"I'm kind of shy, Josh" he said mockingly.
Josh gave him a punch on the arm. "Go ahead. We'll strip together."
He stood up beside Josh, taller and stronger but just as boned up as Josh was. They stripped and looked at each other. Josh reached out and wrapped his hand around Steve's bone. "I remember this thing" he said, giving it a slight stroke. It responded instantly, bobbing out in front of him.
Steve then took Josh's bone by the head, giving it a meaningful squeeze that elicited precum. "I remember this thing, too. I've jerked off enough in front of its picture."
The sensation went all through Josh. For an instant he thought he might shoot off right there. His legs felt weak, but he righted himself.
Steve looked Josh up and down, even got him to sit in the chair in the same position he had in the picture. It matched up down to the bone size.
"Josh it's really you. Where do you usually go to jerk off?"
"The bathroom."
"Could there be a hidden camera in there?"
"I guess. But if my brother Troy did it, why wouldn't he have ribbed me about it or something? How did you find it on the net?" Although he was talking to Steve, his eyes were locked on his hard bone. It seemed so strong that Josh had to fight the urge to stroke it some more.
"Um...Actually I didn't. It's complicated. See my little brother Ace is 13 and fascinated with sex. He's a real computer whiz and always on the Internet. I walked in on him one day whacking off to this picture. It fascinated me so much I made a copy of it. In a little while he'll be back. We could ask him then, and see if he can track down if there are any more pictures, who may be taking them, and where they are being uploaded to."
"Great. What shall we do until he gets here?"
Steve grinned. "Get over here so I can play with that butt of yours."
`What do I get out of it?"
"Want me to blow you?"
"Let's see how things go. I might want to do lots of stuff to you."
"Like what?
"I can't forget what it felt like to hold that big bone in my hand and move it around while they shaved you."
"You want to do that?"
"Yes and I want to pump the heck out of it and really shoot you off. I want to really be your bone master. But there's one condition. Let me tie your hands or cuff them or something, so I can feel like I'm really in charge. You don't know what it's like being the newest member of the team and those guys keep making me do things and I can't ever get to do something to them."
"I like the way you think." Steve was as charged up as Josh. The whole idea of being tied and having this smooth kid all over his body drove him wild. Precum was leaking al over the place and his dick actually throbbed.
"Which should we do first, do you want to do my butt or what?"
Steve sat on the edge of the bed, his bone standing up and out between his legs, and he grabbed Josh and pulled him across his knee.
"I thought I'd play with your butt for a little bit, and my bone can keep nudging your ribs or stomach since you're practically laying on it. And if you pull up just a little bit more, you can have your dick rubbing my leg while I play `butt time' with you."
Josh was excited, lying across the big trunk legs of this hot jock. His dick was in hog haven and Steve slowly put a finger in the crack of his ass.
Steve looked down at the hole, his hands spreading Josh's cheeks. It was so pick and small, and as Josh squirmed and squished his dick, the hole would contract and enlarge. It was like it was calling to him. Steve's dick burped precum as he put an exploratory finger against it. Josh sighed and when Steve's finger entered the hole Josh gave a moan.
Removing his finger, he rubbed it against Josh's dick and got it good and moist with the fuck juice that was leaking. The second time he slipped it in the little hole, Josh tensed, went rigid, and then cried out in pleasure as Steve's finger went all the way to the second joint.
Josh realized this was way more fun than when Jennings used the dildo or when Zack had fucked him. He began to wiggle. Steve saw this and recognized how much Josh liked it, and began a slow pumping that resulted in the finger going all the way to the knuckle.
"Let me root around inside here and see what I can find" Steve joked.
Josh thrashed his legs, pushed his stomach against Steve's bone, and gave his own dick's head a thrill. He could feel his balls building up with cum, and knew he had to be careful not to shoot off if he wanted Steve to really blow him in a minute. He could feel Steve's finger poking around. Then it touched something and Josh had a thrill unlike any he had ever had.
"What was that?" he happily shouted, twisting his head to see what Steve was doing.
"That's your prostate. I was just giving it a bump. Now if you had my big dick in there..."
"I'm so close to shooting I can't hold it any more. You want to work me off with one hand while that finger goes to town inside me?"
It was the best offer Steve had ever had, including a blow job Amy had given him in the 9th grade. He knew his little brother would be home soon, and what Josh suggested sounded like a good thing.
Pulling out temporarily, he told Josh to get up on the bed doggy style. Then climbing up behind him and leaning on Josh's back, he reinserted his finger, and reaching under him, he grabbed Josh's dick.
That dick was a soggy mess, but hard as hell and totally boned. Slick beyond belief, Steve's hand went to work on the bone and his finger did a total ram and slam on Josh's tight little hole. The hole grabbed his finger like it wouldn't ever let him go. Josh threw back his head and yet out a holler as cum came splashing everywhere. That was enough to send Steve over the top, and he banged Josh's back, humping him like crazy, while his cum spilled all over Josh.
When they collapsed exhausted, they were sticky with precum, cum, sweat, and even saliva as they gasped and spit during the ejaculations.
"I'll have to change the top sheet before mom and my brother get here" Steve said.
Josh lay beside him. Leaning over he took Steve's slowly softening bone in his hand. It had been the stuff of his dreams...and his jerkoffs. Even now it felt powerful, massive, strong, hot.
"Next time I want this thing." He gave it a squeeze.
"Up your ass?"
"No, I want to jerk it off. I'm not gay."
Steve looked at him. "Of course you're not" he said.
End of Chapter Thirteen
(Best wishes for the New Year. Thanks again for all the suggestions and ideas. Your comments always mean a lot to me. The next chapter will begin at this point, because Steve's little brother is on the way in. We'll learn more about Troy's procedure. And we'll find out what's going on with Zack. - Bart)