Chapter Twenty Two Josh and Ricky
At the moment when Josh Raider emerged from sleep, he felt something in the pit of his stomach that made him think he was going to throw up. Jumping out of bed he ran to the bathroom, raised the toilet lid, and gagged. Nothing came up, and after a minute he realized he was just having a reaction to all that had happened yesterday. But he still stood there as all the events of Tuesday cascaded down his memory. Ricky's brother Clem had invited him to come in and help get Ricky. He had worked Ricky's dick, given Ricky his briefs to suck, stood naked behind Ricky jerking him off, washed him in the shower and then humped his back until he shot. Then Tip, the next oldest brother, had somehow mesmerized him into kissing Ricky's dick on the head, and Ricky had knelt in front of him and returned the favor.
He was scared. There had not been many times in his 16 years that he had felt that way, but he knew now that things were happening in his life that were way beyond his control. He made himself calm down, and then looked at the front of his briefs. Cum was stuck on the inside. So even with the number of times he had beat off after he got home, he had still shot off on himself in the night. Damn!
Ricky Semmes woke up to someone shaking him. His own hands were still tied to the rail at the head of the bed. He was naked. Tip was shaking him. Not only shaking him but shaking or popping his bone as well.
"Come on, champ. You and your bone need to get up and get ready for the day. Just because you're on suspension doesn't mean it's a holiday." He began untying Ricky's hands.
Clem was back in the kitchen fixing breakfast, judging by the smell of frying bacon and the aroma of hot fresh rolls. Buck was sure to be around somewhere.
All the events of last night came flooding back. As his head cleared from sleep, the first thing Ricky said was "I'm going to get even with that Josh Raider if it's the last thing I ever do."
"Careful, champ. You know he's coming back today. And you've got those guys who want to shave you. Squirt seemed really anxious to do it, the last we saw of him. That ought to be a treat -- a guy too young to shave, who's never used a razor, going to work on your balls and butt and pubes." Helping him stand up, he took hold of Ricky's erection and reminded him "Remember this thing doesn't fire off until the weekend." He gave it a couple of strokes, explaining "This will give it the encouragement to wait, right?" The bone responded with a bounce.
Ricky was sore from yesterday, and he was stiff from his confinement in the night. Because his hands had been tied, he hadn't been able to do more than move slightly to one side or the other.
Of his three brothers, Tip was the closest to him in age, and Ricky had always been able to count on him. "That damned Josh", he muttered, "all that playing with me in the bathtub. He's going to pay."
Tip began leading him to the bathroom. "Don't get carried away. You need to wait until you get off suspension. Right now anything you do will just make it worse on you."
They reached the bathroom. "Remember the door has to always stay open. One of us has to always watch you. Now go ahead and pee for me." He whipped out his digital camera and got ready for a shot as the stream flowed.
The long bone quivered. Ricky took a deep breath and commanded himself to pee. He pushed and strained. Tip just grinned.
"Can't pee with somebody watching? If so, you'll go through hell the next two days. Maybe it's just that it had too much action yesterday."
Ricky grumbled and tried pointing it down. It took a few minutes for anything to start, but finally it did.
"We got a bunch of good pictures of your yesterday" Tip explained. "Good sharp pictures of you and Josh...and some of Josh that you could probably use later...if you know what I mean."
Ricky felt a sense of relief. This meant Tip really was on his side. Together they'd settle the score with Josh...and maybe even get their two older brothers in the process.
They sat down at the table. Buck was finishing his breakfast since this was his regular day at the mill. Tip had the day off. Buck looked around innocently and asked `What's up for Ricky today...besides his dick I mean?"
Ricky looked at Clem, awaiting his sentence.
"Oh this morning we'll play Indians outside. This afternoon the school crowd will show up again...this time with all sorts of equipment."
"What's Indians?" Ricky asked.
"You'll find out shortly."
Thus began the second day of Ricky's domination by his brothers. When he finished breakfast and had to use the bathroom, they stood in the doorway with water pistols. As he sat on the pot, anytime he moved he got squirted.
Any time he moved, he not only got squirted but also would receive one lick with the paddle. They marked down the score so as not to interrupt his `business.' By the time he was finished he had racked up 29 strokes with the paddle.
By mid-morning they had him staked down in the back yard. Spread-eagled on his back with his sore red butt flat on the ground, Clem and Tip took a can of gravy and poured it across his crotch, coating his dick and balls. Additionally they took four hot dogs that had been thawing since breakfast, and shoved them partially under his butt, accessible through his spread legs. His meat and the thawed meat were right there almost indistinguishable, with his balls resting comfortably in the path.
"Now let's see if any neighborhood dogs come around" Clem said.
"You can't leave me out here! What about the ants?" Ricky was trying to squirm, but the stakes were hammered too deep and the ropes had no slack. His arms and legs were pulled tight, widely spread for anyone or anything to use. But his exertions did show off his good muscle tone, with sinews taut and abs tight. A teenager standing at a distance was watching with interest.
"Maybe the birds will come and carry you away" Tip called from the back door.
A dog did come along a few minutes later. By now the gravy was dripping off him, coating every hair in his crotch and covering his balls. Ricky could lift his head slightly and saw the dog approach.
"It's Chester." Chester was a beagle who belonged down the street. Normally a rover, he always patrolled the area. He came over wagging, then stopped to sniff Ricky's tasty groin. He gave Ricky a big grin.
"Go away, Chester! Get gone!"
Chester had always had a mind of his own, so he paid no attention. After a thorough sniffing, he began licking the gravy. His tail wagged incessantly. As he licked Ricky's penis, Ricky went tightly still. Chester seemed to be having fun. He licked on one side, flopping the thing over to the left, then on the other side flopping it to the right.
"Oh shit!" Ricky moaned. "I'm getting hard!"
"Need some more basting on that thing?" Tip called from the door.
Chester threw himself into the licking with great enthusiasm. Ricky moaned, remained rigid, but was getting more and more of an erection.
That's when Chester discovered the hot dogs. He began nudging Ricky's balls out of the way, after licking them clean. Ricky's brothers roared with laughter.
"We need to get some squirrels to go after Ricky's nuts!" Tip said.
"I think we've got some kind of nuts here we could scatter around him" Clem added, saying it loud enough for Ricky to hear. The teenager who had been watching all this took a step close. He was out of Ricky's line of sight.
Tip asked, "Do we have some thick syrup or maybe honey we could coat that bone with? That would take Chester a good while to lick it all off, and keep it hard."
Clem grabbed some honey from the cabinet. "Here. I was sure we had some on the shelf. Go pour it on."
As Clem started down the back steps, he spied the teenager who had been watching.
"Hey! You want to put some honey on him?"
The kid looked surprised. "Um, OK. I just came over to see how Ricky was. We both got suspended."
"Zack?" Ricky tried to twist his head. Chester kept chewing on the hot dogs. Most of them were gone by now. Chester sniffed the dick head to see if anything good was still there, then gave it an affectionate slurp. It bounced. Chester seemed to grin. He tried it again.
Tip handed Zack the honey and a spatula. "Here. Get some honey and slap it on his bone. Under the head is great, and on top will send the bone bouncing. Do the best you can. But he's not allowed to cum."
Zack sighed sadly. "Oh great, one of those things again. That seems to be everybody's answer to everything, `don't let him cum'." Looking down at Ricky, he said "My mom's sending me to the dick doctor. And it's all because of you, all your fault."
Ricky was writhing from the dog's attentions. "Serves you right" was all he could say before groaning again as the dog showed more interest in his privates. Zack took the spatula, dug deep in the jar, and bent down close to Ricky's erection. Chester moved away, not sure what was going to happen. Taking careful aim, and with a wicked grin, Zack slapped the honey across the underside of Ricky's dick. Ricky shouted and the dog barked in surprise. Then as the bone stopped bouncing, Chester eagerly sniffed and with his big tongue took a great slurp on the rigid dick.
Ricky shouted and writhed. Zack smiled and reached down to twist Ricky's nipples. Doing things like this was something Zack got a great deal of pleasure from, since up to now Ricky had always been the one in control. The dog barked excitedly and slurped more of the honey, wagging his tail enthusiastically.
Crouching down beside him, Zack went from twisting his nipples to spanking his dick with the spatula. The dog loved that, making a mouthy grab for the dick as it flipped over his way and then back up. When it looked like he was getting ready to shoot, Tip came out. Taking one last swath of honey, he took aim and slapped it hard on the very tip of Ricky's dick. Ricky howled. Chester barked and wagged.
"Let's flip him over on his stomach. We can do a lot with his ass." Tip broke off the end of the uncooked hot dog to lure Chester away, and then loosened the knots and flipped Ricky on his stomach.
"Watch out for my - Ow! Ow!" Ricky landed on his erection at a bad angle -- the kind needed for pole vaulting -- and then went flat with it firmly against his stomach where he could hump the ground if they didn't tie him too tight. After all this stimulation to his dick, his balls ached for relief and his pole wanted to get off something fierce. He had been a twice-a-day man for the last two years where his dick was concerned, and even with yesterday's marathon jacking, he was missing today's jack.
Tip took a funnel and poured some of the honey down his rectum and into his lower bowel. Then pulling the funnel out, he shoved two hot dogs down in there, one after the other. Stepping back, he let Chester jump on him and start gobbling away. Ricky howled. Zack just watched, a look of hatred on his face.
Eventually the fun ran out for Ricky's brothers, and they brought him inside and made him shower. Zack went back home because he knew his mother would call from work to make sure he didn't leave the house.
Back at school, fourth period seemed odd with Zack's desk empty. Josh wondered if he was having things as hard as Ricky. The thought of Ricky got his dick to stirring. Then he thought of Ricky's brother Tip, and got that butterfly feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't understand why that was.
As the teacher droned on, Josh tried to sort his feelings out. What he did with Ricky wasn't gay, it was like a game, where he could feel free to touch or grab or work on any part of him. With Tip it was different. Each time Tip touched him, it was like electricity. When Tip had put his hand on his butt, Josh had thought he would maybe like faint. It was different from anything he had ever experienced. If he believed in magic he would say Tip knew how to put a spell on him. Tip's eyes, his voice, those smooth muscled arms and calm strong hands took his breath away.
Suddenly a voice shattered his thoughts. "Mr. Raider! Mr. Raider! Are you day dreaming? I've asked you a question!"
Josh looked up anxiously. Teachers always knew when to catch you off guard.
"Sir?"
"Will you come up front?"
Josh was glad he was wearing underwear. Even though it was the pair he had worn during the night, it still gave him protection as his bone was aroused. It just meant the precum he was oozing now would mix with the dried cum and make a smelly mess of things. Reluctantly he got up and came up to the teacher's desk.
The man spoke quietly to Josh. "Mr. Raider, I realize I've had to take over for a teacher who left suddenly. But your work in the last few weeks has gone down steadily. You come in here and drift off into another world. I had thought the boy who sat beside you was a distraction, but he's been suspended and still you drift away during class."
"I'm sorry."
"If you don't pull your grade up, it could affect your eligibility to play varsity next year."
"I'll try harder. It's just I've got stuff on my mind --"
"That's why I asked Coach Wilson if I could send you to him. Maybe you two can sort things out."
"Sir? Oh please no. Don't do that."
"Pick up your books and go to the gym. The coach is there this period and said I could send you any time."
Josh was dazed. He knew the previous teacher had blackmailed him into doing things on the threat that he would fail him if he didn't. Apparently the teacher left and the bad grades he didn't deserve stayed in. Then lately with the Zack problem, his mind hadn't been on his work.
Coach Wilson and the linebackers were leading freshman exercise training. When the coach saw him, he nodded and sent Sam and Ted over. They took him to one of the unused dressing rooms down the corridor.
"What's up?" Josh asked.
"Coach wanted us to find out what's wrong with your grades in World History," Sam said.
As always Ted started fussing with Josh's clothes. Josh put up a hand to push Ted away. "Don't do that" he said.
"Why? Can't I mess with our guy if I want to?" Ted kept playing with his clothes, pulling on his shirt and playing with his belt.
Sam came up behind him and held him. "What's been wrong, Josh?"
"It's something I can't talk about." He didn't want them to find out the kind of feelings he had been having lately.
Ted shook his head. "You and Chet. I swear, what's come over guys lately?"
That reminded Josh that Chet had asked him yesterday to get together because he wanted to talk. But these thoughts were interrupted when Ted started pulling down his pants.
"Hey!" Josh tried to step back, but Sam held him too hard. "What are you guys trying to do?"
"Whew!" Ted said, shaking himself and turning his head away. "I thought we were just having fun, but I see you've got stinky shorts again. Sam, look at his briefs. They're stuck hard with dried cum and sticky with precum."
"That's not my fault" Josh said quickly. "That cum is from last night. I had a wet dream."
"Then why put them on again? If you wore them all day yesterday and --"
Without thinking, Josh said "I didn't wear these yesterday. I didn't have them --". He stopped. He had gone too far. He didn't want to tell them that Clem made him leave them over at there for Ricky to suck on.
"You lost your shorts again?" Sam was grinning eagerly. He loved to trip Josh up in stories and find juicy facts hidden away. "Ted, while I hold him, you go ahead and take all his stuff off. We can take him over to the showers and clean him up. He's bound to tell us the truth if we keep him naked long enough. You know what that does to his dick."
"Yep, if fact I think it's doing it now." Ted finished pulling his pants and shorts off, knocking off his sneakers as well. That left Josh with just a shirt. His legs felt cold and he realized the precum had made his whole crotch feel wet. The minute Ted touched his dick, he flinched, and the two linebackers guffawed loudly.
"Take his shirt too?" Ted asked.
"Might as well, although leaving it on shows up his equipment better."
"That's what Tip said" Josh said without thinking.
"Who's Tip?"
Josh realized his mistake. He clamped his jaw shut and said nothing. Ted took that as a challenge, so he took Josh's dick in his hand and began playing with it, pulling and rolling it. Josh almost freaked out, twisting and trying to get away. The worst part was that Ted wouldn't let go and Josh knew he would be rock hard in seconds.
"No, Ted. Nooooo! Don't! You hear me? Stop!"
They roared with laughter as Josh continued struggling, shaking his head violently, pushing against him to no avail. "Come on, Josh, All you have to do is tell us who Tip is. We won't let go until you do." Sam began rubbing his butt while Ted continued doing fascinating things with his dick. Josh was going wild.
"I can't! No!"
"Ted, you know what we need? We need a video of this. It's something the whole team would get off on when we party!"
Ted grinned, still enjoying the sausage feel of Josh's hardening dick as Josh danced in front of him. "Jim Ripps has a video camera. He keeps it at school too, because he does stuff for the school paper and for local TV news."
"Josh on TV. Imagine that. But go ahead and put him in the shower and I'll go find Ripps." Sam took off. Ted led Josh by the dick (actually by the bone now, since it had sprung up to its full height) over to the showers. Josh didn't object and Ted realized that once Josh's dick got hard, he had stopped dancing around. Well' he told himself, Now I know the way to get Josh's attention, to communicate with him.' Aloud he asked "Can you tell me now who Tip is? It'll be easier this way rather than doing it on video. You know you'll eventually have to tell me."
Josh sighed and put his hand around the hand Ted was using on his bone. "OK, but move your hand."
"Don't you like my hand? Your dick sure does." He gave a slight stroke as he said that. Josh shivered. Ted felt the bone surge.
His voice was husky as he continued. "OK, but don't jack me off, please?"
"Why Josh, I wouldn't think of such a thing. I'm straight. I don't go around jacking guys' dicks. But I'm waiting to hear who Tip is."
Josh sighed. "Tip Semmes. He's Ricky's next older brother. Their family is punishing Ricky for stuff that got him suspended."
"Does that have anything to do with your missing shorts from last night?"
"They stuffed them in Ricky's mouth. They wouldn't give them back to me. I'm supposed to go back after school today."
Ted had removed his hand. Josh turned the shower on, then added "Ted, seriously don't throw my shorts away. My mom is on to me about them and keeps asking questions."
Ted grinned. "OK, but you wouldn't want to put them back on, would you? I mean they're literally stiff with cum."
Josh was willing to compromise. "I'll shove them in my pocket."
That was when Jim Ripps came in with Sam. Jim had long hair and a pimpled face. He seemed ill at ease. He cringed away from Sam who had a firm grip on his arm.
"Guess where I found him?" Sam asked in disgust. "Up on a ladder, messing with a camera on a beam in the training room. What would we need a camera up there for?"
It hit Josh like a ton of bricks. "He's the one! He's the guy who's been taking the pictures on the Internet! Steve Johnson found a bunch of pictures of the team somebody's been posting on the net. I mean nude pictures, shower pictures. I couldn't figure out how it was being done!"
"I remember him" Sam said. "He's the guy we --"
"The guy you all shaved on the table in the training room. And he's on the video of that."
Jim turned dead while and started trying to explain. But everything about his actions showed he was guilty.
"We're taking him to the coach" Sam said. "You shower and just hang out here until lunch. I don't think there'll be any time for the coach to talk to you today about grades. There's bigger fish to fry."
Josh showered and dressed, stuffing the offending underwear in his pocket. As he was leaving, Chet came down the hall. They talked a moment, and Chet led him back into the old dressing room, saying they needed to talk in private.
He couldn't imagine what was so secret that Chet couldn't talk about it unless he was sure nobody else was around. They each leaned against a massage table at one side of the long room. Both boys were trying to appear casual.
"Josh I need you to tell me about something, and I don't want anybody else to ever know I asked. Is that OK with you?"
Josh looked into his dark eyes and rugged features and nodded. "Sure, Chet."
"I've had some stuff happen to me in the last day or so that has made me stop and think. I never had any doubt before about who I was. But lately..."
His voice trailed off. He was remembering the motel and the man and Walter. And before that, Leroy and the stuff he did to him.
Josh looked at him, frankly puzzled. He liked Chet a lot, in the same way he liked the other team members, like Jennings, Ted and Sam.
Chet took a deep breath and finally with his courage summoned, he asked, "Josh, you remember when we got you into the Dairy Squad we said we never repeat things, how we all pledged to let secrets stay secrets, and to trust each other completely?"
"Yes" Josh said, almost in a whisper. He sensed something important here, something secret, and he liked the way Chet trusted him.
"OK, Josh. Then I'm going to ask something that's really important to me. Please tell me, when did you first know you were gay?"
Josh stared dumbfounded. "Hey Chet, I'm not gay. What makes you ask me that?" He couldn't understand why people kept saying he was gay. He never heard them asking other people if they were gay. Why him?
Chet frowned as if he hadn't heard correctly. "Honest, Josh, I came to you because you were the only one I knew to ask about this."
Josh felt at a total loss. He had been flattered that Chet, who was two years older and a senior, wanted to talk to him about something. He liked being this close to him. He didn't understand why Chet was asking him that. "But honest, I'm not gay."
Chet liked Josh. Ever since the time he and Jennings got him at the creek, he had felt a special bond with the guy. "Well, what's this about you being covered with cum last Saturday when Sam and Ted wouldn't let you ride in the car? They said you wouldn't tell them what happened."
Josh started turning red. "It wasn't anything gay. I wouldn't ever want to do gay stuff." He paused as he thought of yesterday at Ricky's. But still he wasn't ready to admit he had some doubts about it all. "I mean I was just messing around with someone. It's hard to explain. It wasn't anything gay or whatever."
"What about the time we had to force Zack to be Enzo's slave in order to save you from the world seeing you on gay video?"
"Hey, I had to do that. I mean well I didn't have to do all of that, but it started with that teacher--"
"And down by the creek when Jennings made you take a pill. You were hard already, from the minute we got you stripped."
"No, it was the pill. I guess maybe sometimes I do get a funny feeling from having no clothes on, but that's not gay, that's --"
"How about the night you and Jennings saved me from Leroy down at the motel? Didn't Jennings say he made you drink your own cum?"
"Yes but I jerked myself off, nobody jerked me off. Jennings said I had to do that for him to agree to free Zack from Enzo."
"Josh, doesn't this tell you something?"
"Chet, that's not fair. You're saying I'm something I'm not." He was anxious, and the look in Chet's eyes was making him sad. He almost wanted to tell him about last night with Ricky, but he hesitated.
"Well what would you say is the reason you've done all those things?"
"In the first place I haven't done that much. I was just having fun, I guess. I mean when I get caught up in circumstances, I sort of go with the flow."
"And these things you've done, you don't think they're gay?"
The recollection of riding Ricky bareback in the bathtub filled his mind. Then he stubbornly pushed the images away. "Those things you mentioned can't be gay because I'm not gay. Everybody when they're growing up messes around with stuff. Especially in high school. What you do now isn't what you'll be doing all your life. As long as you don't do this stuff any more after you graduate, you're home safe. Sam and Ted told me that. I don't worry about being gay, because this is just stuff, just messing around, just having fun and it's not gay."
"Josh, let me try a little experiment on you." They were facing each other each leaning against the table. Chet sat up on the edge of the table and got Josh to sit beside him.
Chet moved closer, put an arm around Josh's shoulder, and pulled him close. Then unexpectedly he gave a push sending him backward onto the table. Before Josh could react, Chet pinned him down, sitting on his chest with his knees holding Josh's arms down. Leaning close to his face, Chet grinned and said "Let's see how you react to this."
Reaching back, he slid one hand down the outside of Josh's pants until it reached his crotch. Josh gave an instinctive jerk when it touched him there. Chet kept watching Josh's eyes as he moved his fingers around, seeking Josh's dick.
"That wasn't hard to find. You started to jump the minute I touched it. Now Josh, would a straight guy start to get hard when another guy touched him there?"
"I always thought so."
"And in the locker room, when guys start to play grab ass and mess around, do any of them get hard?"
"I haven't seen any, but maybe like me they're careful."
Chet's fingers continued to move slowly across Josh's dick as he played lightly with the material in Josh's pants. What Josh just said suddenly hit him. "How do you mean careful?"
Josh was becoming hypnotized by the movement of the hand down there. "Well if I think I'm going to get hard, I get out of the way. I stay at the back of the crowd. And if I don't touch it, I can sometimes make it go down."
"And if it doesn't go down?"
"I go to the showers and get in a toilet stall and sort of wait."
"And do what?" He watched Josh's eyes. Josh looked up at him with an awkward desperation. Chet used his other hand to touch Josh's face, moving a finger slowly down each cheek. It was apparent Josh hadn't had to start shaving yet. He had that peach fuzz that light haired guys get before their beard starts in. He liked the way Josh's blue eyes tried to look over at the moving finger.
Josh tried to avoid his gaze. He tried to turn his head away, but Chet pushed him so there was no escape. He tried to wiggle but that didn't help.
"And do what while you wait?"
Josh closed his eyes. In a cross between a whisper and a tone of becoming horny, he said "I beat off."
"When did you first notice you got these reactions?" He was now unzipping Josh's fly. Josh gave him a startled look and tried to object, but Chet placed a finger across his lips. "Answer the question, Josh, when did you start noticing." He liked touching Josh's lips, and immediately felt bad about it. He was concerned about the feelings he'd been having towards guys lately. It struck him that Josh's skin was soft as a girl's, and somehow just as inviting.
"I don't know. I don't write it down in a book. It's like my brother comes in every morning to wake me up, and he grabs me down there and works it `till it's hard and then laughs. Then he goes out leaving me there all horned. I don't like it, but it happens. And my brother's not gay either."
"Don't you find that sort of odd?" He had now unzipped Josh's pants, and he put just one finger inside. Josh tensed, looked from side to side as if he wished he could run away, and replied:
"It's just the way things are, Chet. People do stuff and I don't question why. Maybe you ask too many questions."
Chet's finger began gently brushing the area where the pubes were. He liked the feel of this.
"What if I take your dick out and it's hard?"
"I'm not gay. My dick gets hard for lots of reasons. If people want to look at my dick when it's hard, that's their problem, not mine."
Chet put his thumb and first finger through the opening. Josh squirmed and looked at Chet. Chet didn't know if Josh's expression meant to go ahead or to stop. They looked at each other and time stood still. In that moment, Josh remembered the smell of Chet from the time he had spent the night at Josh's.
"What am I holding now?"
"My dick. You've got hold of the head."
"Do you like to have another guy holding your dick's head?"
"I don't know."
"I think it's growing, Josh."
Josh looked down his chest to where Chet straddled him and grinned. "That's not all that's growing. Look at that bone of yours rising up. You're wearing boxers today, aren't you?"
Chet glanced down and saw that was true. He waited for a second, then acting on impulse said "I'm going to pull it out."
"You're going to pull your bone out? Right here on the table while you're pinning me?" Josh was deliberately putting Chet on. But he felt a deep sense of accomplishment that Chet's bone got hard playing with him. He liked the feeling that his body or his dick could make that happen with Chet. It seemed kind of like a good thing. It might even be a power over Chet.
Josh's dick head was moist in Chet's fingers, and although it wasn't hard, it seemed to be headed in that direction. He writhed as Chet pulled it out, twisting from side to side.
"Are you going to show me your bone now? If you're gonna play with mine, you ought to at least show me yours. It acts like it's going to break out any minute. Be careful or it might run away." Josh began laughing. He was feeling light headed. He was enjoying it a lot, and wondered where it was leading.
Chet sounded husky when he said "You'll get my bone when I'm good and ready to give it to you."
They heard the lunch bell ring. There was the noise of students in the halls. Some of them were bound to come in. Chet let go of Josh. Josh zipped up his pants. Looking at Chet as he stood up, Josh could see his bone pushing against his boxers.
"I still want to get with you some time" Chet said.
Josh had a funny feeling. Maybe he could tell Chet about how he felt at Ricky's.
"OK, Chet. Give me a call. Maybe we both have stuff to talk about."
Over at Ricky's house, his afternoon ordeal had begun. Gary and Squirt had arrived and were clearly anxious to get started. On the way there, Squirt had shared with Gary his `triumph' of last night, when he pounded on the bathroom door at the exact moment Gunter started to shoot. Gary mentally filed this information away for further use. They were glad to see Ricky waiting for them.
Ricky was sure he could take anything that anybody could throw at him. He had endured through a mother abandoning the family, a drunken father gradually drifting away, and three older brothers who gave him a hard time about everything. He looked down at his brothers, at Gary, and at Squirt, hatred in his eyes, but he stayed silent. He wasn't going to give them any satisfaction. He had made guys beg in the past, and he knew the thrill of having a guy beg and then deliberately lead him on before saying no.
"We'll use the clippers to get some of this hair off" Gary said. Squirt just stood around anxiously awaiting his turn.
Their first problem after the trim was that hair clogged the disposable razors after only a few strokes. Rinsing in a bowl didn't help, they needed to be cleaned under the force of running water. That was when Clem stepped forward.
"Try this instead. It isn't as much fun as shaving, but I think you'll find things to enjoy about it." In his hand he held a jar of evil looking yellow-greenish salve. "It's an updated chemical version of Nair, the hair remover. This will remove the hair, and if you repeat it when the hair grows back, it will gradually make the hair thinner until finally it's gone."
He looked at Ricky. "This time you'll get your hair growing back -- maybe not as full as before, but enough to get by with. But if you ever give us trouble again, the next time we apply it you will have almost no hair coming back at all. Each time it is used, more of the follicles and hair cells are killed."
Ricky said nothing. He stood there, muscles taut, legs apart, shoulders high, almost defying them to defeat him.
It only took about 20 minutes to coat him. Squirt loved rubbing the cream on, smoothing it over the big balls and along the semi-rigid shaft and head. He liked the power of polishing the guy's most private places. He looked up at Ricky's face as he worked.
They made him grab his ankles while Squirt did his butt and crack. "What about his legs?" Gray asked. Ricky noticed Gary was boned. That gave him a feeling of superiority, knowing Gary could be seduced by naked guys with erections. He could put that to good use later.
"We'll let his chest and arms and legs go for now. The crotch shave will show up much better if there's hair everywhere else."
An hour later they took Ricky back into the shower and washed the salve off. Hair started coming off with it. Squirt was delighted.
"He looks just like me...except bigger stuff."
Ricky looked down and decided that not having hair for now would make him even more awesome. When word got around, the little kids would pay big to get to see it. That thought sent a signal to his dick, and it twitched.
Gary turned to Clem. "Can I have him for a while?"
"What did you have in mind?"
Gary reached into the gym bag he had brought, and pulled out a very long, very thick dildo.
"I thought I'd give his butt some action, and teach Squirt how to fuck a guy with it."
"Got everything you need?"
"I've got lube, but do you have an enema bag? I thought I'd show him the joys of cleaning a guy out. You know, there's lots of little tricks in doing that, and it can add to the fun."
Ricky let out a groan. It was bad enough this guy boned up watching him. Now they were going to let him `play' for a while. He quickly replied, "Clem, don't you or Tip leave me alone with him."
"I've got to go out" Clem said. "Tip can stay."
"Enema bag?"
"I think we still have one. We don't go in for that kind of stuff, so we haven't had much need."
Ricky laughed out loud at that. "Right, Gary, we aren't fags around here."
Gary went crimson and a look of fury crossed his face. "I'd be careful what I said, Ricky. You're not in a position to make any enemies at this point."
Before Clem left, he counseled Gary, "He's not supposed to shoot. That's really important. So be warned."
Gary felt cheated, but he sensed the weight of Clem's order.
"OK." Inside his jockstrap, his bone was wet and almost bent double. He hoped the extra thick pouch would hold stuff inside.
Tip kept an eye on them, watching as Gary filled the enema bag with warm soapy water. Tip didn't test the water, which was a mistake. Ricky was forced to grab his ankles, spread his legs for easy access, and Gary began to lube the hole. He slipped a finger in and Ricky groaned.
"You like that, huh, Ricky?" Actually Gary liked it as well. He liked the feel of pushing in that hole which Ricky didn't want violated. He had seen guys cry just at the first push of a finger in their most private area. Gary began a nice in-out motion. It was great. Ricky couldn't do a thing but keep holding his ankles. Gary touched his balls with his other hand.
"Spread them further out. I want your legs so spread we could drive a truck through them."
Squirt laughed. He was carried away with this stuff. "I want to do that too!"
"Squirt, you get between his legs and play with his balls. They're nice and smooth now. Here's something you can rub on them. It's like talcum powder." Gary handed his a small white envelope even as he continued his finger poking into Ricky's magic kingdom.
Squirt carefully smoothed the powder on. After a moment Ricky shouted "It itches! That's not talcum, that's itching powder! Get it off."
Squirt hurried out of the way with a smile as big as the room.
"Hold still, Ricky!" Gary snarled. "Here comes the enema."
Ricky shouted even louder as the hot water burned its way into him. "Damn you! Tip! Tip he's loaded the bag with hot water."
Tip smiled. Ricky was certainly learning a lesson he would never forget. He watched Gary's face. When this was over, he knew ways to get Gray. Any guy who boned up at the chance to torture another guy would fall easy prey to the tricks Tip could pull on him.
Gary made Ricky stand up after he removed the nozzle and hose, ordering him to keep his butt checks tightly clenched. Then he made him put his hands behind his head as he began a slow massage of Ricky's abdominal area, feeling the swelling intestines resisting the power of the water.
Ricky was sweating. He felt like he was burning up inside. He also knew he needed to use the bathroom soon or it would all come pouring out on the floor.
He was forced to wait five minutes, during which time he thought he would explode. Making it worse was that after Gary stopped pushing his bowels and intestines around, he began playing with Ricky's dick. To be trying to hold everything in and while at the same time someone keeps playing with your dick was an unbearable situation.
Finally Gary walked him to the toilet and let him release it. To prevent any internal damage, Tip made Gary give Ricky another, neutral, clear water enema. When that was over, Gray showed Squirt how to use a dildo. Squirt loved it.
Night had fallen and the evening meal had been eaten by the time Josh arrived at Ricky's. This had been a traumatic day already, what with Chet asking him questions about being gay, plus the weight of his feelings about Ricky from the day before. As he came in, he could see Ricky already looked like he had been through the mill.
But nothing ever stopped Ricky Semmes. At least that's the image he wanted to portray. He was finally getting used to being nude all the time, even having to stand in a window or go outside. He could take it. He could use a little sexual release, but mostly things weren't nearly as bad as they had been earlier. But he didn't want that dog Chester coming his way again anytime soon.
He watched Josh come in. Their eyes met. He knew Josh had handled him, worked him, felt him, used him more than anybody ever had. He had been forced to suck Josh's shorts. He wondered what they had in store for him tonight.
Josh looked at Ricky. His crotch hair was totally gone. There was hair above and below, but where his pubes should have been there was just white skin, looking slightly red. Josh's dick started to respond. It was just like Tip had said about the shirt staying on. His hair elsewhere emphasized the white crotch. He couldn't take his eyes off Ricky's dick which looked twice as long now that he was shaved there. It showed off his whole body. The muscles, the tone, the narrow waste and tight abs, the pecs the chest, something about Ricky held him. And always his eyes returned to that long dick hanging there. The head seemed belligerently exposed, almost daring anyone to mess with it. He remembered the fun he had enjoyed last night with it.
"Hey Josh, you're getting a wet spot and it looks like you ain't wearing underwear."
Ricky always knew how to get him. It irked Josh that Ricky could know how to do that. Just like making him pee on himself in the bathroom the other day. So, very deliberately, he pulled his soiled briefs out of his pocket and brought them over to where Ricky stood on the table.
"For you, Ricky. From me. Enjoy."
Clem and Tip applauded. "Shove `em in, Ricky and start sucking good, while we show Josh some pictures of what you did today."
Josh was breathing heavily from the sexual tension, but he burst out laughing at the ones of the dog.
"Yep, that's Chester. He sure likes what Ricky's got. Tomorrow we'll try to get him to hump Ricky while we play in the back yard. He liked licking the honey off Ricky's dick top."
Then his brothers looked scowlingly at Ricky who hadn't done anything with the briefs. He took the hint and shoved them in his mouth.
"He's had two enemas today and a dildo up his butt, so if you want to play back there, he's clean and wide open."
The window was safely blocked so that they could be on the table and not be seen. But Josh was panting and looking open-eyed.
"Guys, I haven't ever done much --"
Ricky snatched the briefs out and interrupted Josh to say "You're a wuss! You're just a little chicken shit afraid to cross the street. That's why you're so worried your mom will ask you why you loose so many pairs of underwear."
Josh was astonished. Clem and Tip were furious. "Stuff that back in your mouth. You'll pay for the outburst. And you're not to remove them no matter what. We'll tie your hands behind you now. That ought to solve any problem of removing the jockeys."
Clem locked Ricky's hands behind him. Tip took Josh aside where Ricky couldn't hear. "Sex isn't a thing you come knowing like an expert. We'll show you some stuff tonight and see how you feel about it." He had his hand on Josh's shoulder, and just like last night Josh began to fall under his spell.
"OK." Josh couldn't think of what to say. He wished he didn't feel tongue-tied around Tip.
"You want to take off your clothes now?"
"Do I have to?" Then he quickly amended his statement. "Why do I have to do that?"
Tip sensed Josh would be easy to persuade. "It wouldn't be much fun with you dressed, would it? Naked you can feel his body against yours, your things touching his things. You know what I mean." He had his arm around Josh's shoulder. Josh was like putty. Leaning close, he whispered in Josh's era, "Come on now, start taking your stuff off."
Josh was boned and dripping, but he undressed quickly, dropping his pants and pulling off his shirt. He stepped out of his loafers and pulled off his socks, and stood naked beside Tip.
In his ear Tip whispered, "You did good, Josh. I'm proud of you." Just as Tip expected, Josh flinched and then trembled the way people do when they say a rabbit ran over their grave. Tip felt his control over Josh was almost complete. He slid his hand down to rub Josh's butt. Josh got goose bumps from it.
"Go over to Ricky now and we'll make him lie down. Rub him all over, very slowly. Play with his nipples and his dick, stroke his smooth balls, have fun with his butt, and then tell him to blow you."
"Why can't I do it with you?" Josh was sincere. He also was pleading -- Tip could see it in his eyes.
"Because that would be gay. You're not gay. You're only bonding with Ricky, just having fun. That's the important difference."
Josh started to reply, to raise questions, but Tip guided him forward by pushing gently on his round smooth butt. When they reached the table, he helped Josh get up. Ricky kept looking in disgust at Josh's bone, while still sucking away on Josh's shorts.
"Lie down, Ricky" Tip said.
Ricky obeyed. Josh sat down on Ricky's chest and began playing with his nipples. He had figured out that they would harden if he pinched them and pulled on them. From the next room, Clem was taking pictures with a long range camera.
"Keep playing with his nipples, but reach back with your other hand and stroke his dick some. Watch his eyes when you do, you'll enjoy that."
Josh watched and was pleased to notice Ricky's eyes changed from anger to a longing, a yearning. He nodded. "My hand on your dick, my shorts in your mouth, my butt on your chest: Ricky, we're practically joined at the hip. It's like we're becoming one person." He squirmed around and Ricky responded.
"Like that, huh?" Josh was learning how to talk `torment' talk. This was fun. Tip was right, this wasn't gay.
He reached up with the hand that had been working on the nipples, and touched Ricky's cheek. He ran his hand beside Ricky's lips and the briefs he was sucking.
"Gosh Ricky, are you enjoying my shorts?" Only the tip stuck out of his mouth, but Josh pulled on them a little and said "Let's reverse them so you can have fresh side to suck on." He pulled them out and turned them inside out.
Ricky spit and cursed. "These things are loaded with cum. How the hell did you get so much in them?"
"I guess I had a bunch of wet dreams last night, plus lots of precum at school." Very matter-of-factly he inserted them back into Ricky's mouth.
He liked touching Ricky's face as he lay looking up. It reminded him of how Chet had touched his face today. Then he felt guilty.
"Turn around and face his dick and play with it. Also be sure to feel how smooth his skin is down there, just like a baby's. When we get to his butt, you'll really love that. And be sure to see how big his hole is now. Some guys from school played with a dildo there this afternoon."
Josh was sorry he had missed that. But maybe later he could --
He swiveled around on Ricky's chest and faced that dick which now pointed proudly skyward. Josh had to admit to himself that he really liked that head. He took it and squeezed the piss lit open. Some precum oozed out. He looked down in the hole, then turned to Tip.
"You got anything we can slide down in here?"
"Sure do." Tip was pleased to see Josh taking some initiative. So far he had had to prompt him most of the time.
Josh continued playing with it while Tip went away. Ricky shifted and tried to say something through the shorts, and Josh grabbed his balls and said "No talking, Ricky. There's a new sheriff in town."
Ricky grumbled even more. Tip returned with a Q-tip that had Vaseline on the end.
"Here, slide it in slowly, and see how far you can get it. But remember he's not to shoot off."
Josh patted the head, bouncing it up, then held it in place and began the insertion.
"You know, Tip, it's fun sticking things in Ricky." Ricky growled when he heard that.
Slowly the Q-tip entered the channel. Josh squeezed the head to open the slit as wide as possible. Ricky bucked and became agitated at its first entrance, but Tip warned him "Ricky, hold still or it'll go worse for you."
Finally, excruciatingly slowly, only the tip of the other end stood out. Josh began to bounce the dick and chuckle. "How do you like this, Ricky? You made me pee on myself, but I've stuck something up your dick and I can make it bounce as hard as a rock. It doesn't bend. See?"
With that he tried to bend the bone, and Ricky hollered. Josh could feel the strength of the Q-tip in there. It looked great: bone rock hard with the other cotton-tipped end just sticking out the piss slit in his dick head. Josh played with it a little, and Ricky went rigid.
"Tip says I can't make you shoot, but I sure would like to see if your cum could blast this thing out like a rocket."
Josh played for a little while, then slowly pulled it out. Ricky writhed again.
Tip smiled. "Let's turn Ricky over so you can play with his hole before he gives you your first blow job."
"I'm gonna get my first blow job?" Josh asked eagerly. Ricky just groaned.
"You sure are. Tonight, and tomorrow night you and Ricky are going to know each other better than either of you have ever known anybody. That's why I keep calling it bonding."
Tip looked at Josh. Josh was so incredibly hard it looked like his dick had turned to stone. It just jutted out and up, moist at the head and with his balls pulled up tight, looking like they could explode at any moment.
"Anything else you want to do before we turn him over?"
Josh was so horned he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Tip then suggested "Next time you two play, you might want to insert a Q-tip and leave it in when you roll him over. It'll add a certain something to his feelings as he lies on it while you work his butt. Tonight I thought we'd go a little easier on him." Ricky growled again.
Josh found that turning him over was fun. He could feel Ricky's muscles moving, he could play with his ribs or push on his butt. In fact he could do anything he wanted as he forced Ricky onto his stomach. Josh even yanked the head before it vanished under his stomach.
"Now look at his hole. Spread his cheeks and see how much more open it is. With two enemas he's supposed to be clean if you want to play around in there a little."
Josh made Ricky spread his cheeks. Looking up close, he could see how much the dildo had worked. Then Josh had a thought.
"Ricky, push three fingers up your hole."
With his hands locked behind his back, Ricky could reach his hole, but it would take some maneuvering. He was reluctant, so Josh reached between his legs and grabbed his balls. It only took a couple of hard squeezes for Ricky to be as obedient as Josh wanted. Josh enjoyed the view. It was a tight fit because the dildo must not have been as wide as three of Ricky's fingers.
"You want to poke around in there yourself?" Tip asked.
"Maybe tomorrow night. For now I think I would like to get my first blow job."
He rolled Ricky over and climbed on his chest with his dick at Ricky's mouth. He pulled the wet shorts out and dropped them to the floor.
"Think you can do without these for a little while since I've got something good for your mouth?" As he advanced his erection into Ricky's lips, he said "Open your mouth and close your eyes, and I'll give you a big surprise."
For Josh, this turned out to be not only the first blow job of his life. It would be the one he would always remember. He couldn't wait for what tomorrow night would bring.
(End of Chapter Twenty Two)
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