CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR FRIDAY
On this Friday morning probably no student at Hinson High felt more humiliated than Zack Hawkins. His mother was with him as they went into the administrative office, ready to be admitted back after his suspension. In her hand she carried the letter from Dr. Peters.
Zack looked at the students who worked in the office during their free period. Among them was Arla, the girl he had sex with on the sofa about a year ago. Having been observed by Mr. Wilson, he had been forced along with Josh to be the man's sex toy. Now Wilson was gone in disgrace, and here he was with his mother in plain sight of Arla.
Mrs. Hawkins was so nervous she couldn't stop talking. As they waited to be seen in the principal's office, she turned in Arla's direction and said "My son is a good boy. He doesn't do these sex things he's been accused of."
Arla dropped her eyes and busied herself in work. Zack could have dropped through the floor.
The time seemed to stand still. Zack was hoping his mother would keep quiet. That hope was dash a moment later when she started talking again, this time actually looking in Arla's direction. "I have a letter from his doctor." She waved the paper in her hand. "My son went to a doctor and he says he's OK." She waited and Arla just kept working. "It's Doctor Peters. He knows about these things." There were titers from several girls in the office. Everyone had heard of the dick doctor. Zack wanted to die.
"Mom" he whispered, hanging his head. "Please."
That was the moment when Ricky and Clem came in. Mrs. Hawkins looked at them and they looked at her. Zack looked at Ricky and snickered.
"How's Chester?"
Ricky flushed and made a low growl. Clem smiled and nodded at Zack.
`Who's Chester?" his mother asked.
Zack just shook his head, finally explaining "That's a dog in their neighborhood. He and Ricky are real fond of each other."
Some girls snickered. Zack wondered how much they knew. Maybe they were smiling at the idea of Ricky Semmes actually being fond of anybody.
The principal appeared at the door of his office and motioned both boys and family to come in. Students working in the office wanted to listen, but were afraid of getting caught. When the families came out, Zack went in one direction and Ricky the other. Clem and Mrs. Hawkins looked at each other and left. As she went out the door, she turned and faced the room again. "My son is a good boy" she said.
Under his breath, Zack muttered "Oh mama, good grief."
It was fourth period before Josh heard about the office meeting. All morning he had floated through classes, caught up in the glow of the previous night. His thoughts were consumed with Ricky. He had never felt that way about anybody before. He kept visualizing Ricky's arms and powerful legs, his chest and abs, his nipples that were so great to pull and touch, and of course his crowning glory, that dick that was beyond anything Josh could ever have imagined. Then he remembered the rubber and how it felt as he plundered Ricky's hole. Josh was dripping all morning, and the odd thing was he wasn't hard. Maybe a little longer than usual, but tucked safely in his briefs it was no problem. Well, maybe a problem in the sense that it was really soggy in there now. He figured if he unzipped to pee, everybody in the bathroom would get knocked down by the intense crotch smell.
Zack quickly summarized the meeting with the principal by saying "Ricky and I can't be in the same classrooms, can't use the same bathroom at the same time, and can't be seen associating together."
Josh nodded. "Other than that, how's it going now that you're back?"
Zack looked really sad. "People look at me funny. Some make comments as I go by. Somebody wrote stuff on the door of my locker."
Class started then and they couldn't talk. Josh was still suspicious of Zack. There had just been too many tricks from him over the past few weeks. But when the bell rang for the lunch wave, Zack suddenly asked, "Josh, would you go in the bathroom with me?"
"Why?"
"I'm scared. If you're there, people might not say stuff to me like they've been doing."
Josh didn't like the sound of that. It was too much the way he and Ricky had tricked him in the past.
"I've got to go meet Ricky. We're eating lunch together today."
Zack looked crestfallen. "I don't understand. Why would you and Ricky --"
"Long story" Josh said, gathering his books. But then he saw the utter hopelessness on Zack's face, and he felt sorry for him. If he were in that position, he'd want someone to help him. "OK Zack, I'll go along, but make it snappy." They grabbed their books and headed for the boys' bathroom nearby.
It was crowded like always, but they each got adjoining urinals. As Zack whipped it out, Josh remembered again how interesting an uncut dick was. He remembered the fun of sliding the skin off the head when he and Zack had experimented together at Zack's.
Zack looked over suddenly. "Josh, what's that smell?"
Josh realized it was his crotch. "Nothing. Don't worry about it." Zipping up, he charged out for the lunchroom, leaving Zack as sad as before.
Ricky was already sitting at a smaller table in a far corner. Josh came up with his tray and started to sit across from him.
"Sit beside me," Ricky said, "so we can talk."
Josh sat down and started talking immediately in a low voice. "That was so great last night. Everything was so wonderful. Ricky, that was the nicest night of my life. Can I come over tonight? We could, you know, do more stuff like that."
"Josh --"
Josh poured forth without stopping, "After we got in your room, after I blew you, playing with your nipples was so great. They were so hard and, you know, I could suck them and bite them, and I had never -"
"Josh --"
"I'll buy some rubbers. I hope the girl at the counter will sell them to me. My friend Grady said she told him he was too young --"
"Josh --"
"That rubber felt so good last night, and the way you rolled it on me --"
Ricky put his fork down and turned sideways to Josh and glared at him. "Stop! I mean it. Stop and listen." Seeing the hurt in Josh's eyes, he looked back at his plate as he talked.
"Josh, I hate to tell you this, and I know it's complicated. I'm not gay. I like sex, but if I started doing gay stuff, I'd end up as gay as you."
Josh started to say he wasn't gay, but Ricky held up his hand. "Just listen to me. I've heard my brothers talking. They want to use you for their sex toy. If you came over or started hanging around, the time would come when they'd do things to you that you can't imagine. Not only sex stuff, but mean things like paddling you just for the fun of it. Or that'd humiliate you until you wouldn't have any sense of self worth."
"But I thought they liked me. They acted like they did. Tip in particular."
"I heard them saying that your father was a big lawyer and that if they had proof of his son being gay, if they had incriminating pictures, they could use it to make him get them out of scrapes with the law."
"But Ricky, maybe they wouldn't act that way. If you and I could just be together --"
For just a moment the old, arrogant Ricky came out. "Shit, Josh, if you need me that much I'm willing to let you give me a blow job. But only at school and only when I decide I really need one. We could go in a stall during lunch or something, and you could suck it while you're on your knees in front of me."
Josh looked hurt at the words and the tone. Ricky caught himself, remembering this was the one person who had been kind to him when nobody else was. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. But I can't let you do stuff to me. That was too powerful last night. Something was trying to turn on inside me that I can't let happen. You opened a gate to a far country that I can't go through."
Josh felt really sad. He was sure his face looked like Zack's before they went to the bathroom.
Ricky's voice got soft, but very kindly and sincere. "You were a better friend to me last night than anybody's ever been in my whole life. I'll always remember that. You were willing to take the punishment yourself to get me some relief. But Josh...stay away from my brothers. And just understand that no matter how great I thought last night was, and how much it meant to me, we can never do that stuff again."
Josh looked at him with sad eyes. "But you said I could blow you in the bathroom --"
"Don't do that to yourself, Josh. Don't grovel that way. You're better than that. If you want a guy to love, find one. You've got a lot to offer. You don't need to be kneeling and begging in some piss-stained bathroom stall."
Josh was about to cry...right here in the cafeteria where everybody would know. He wanted to say again that he wasn't gay, but he knew his voice would crack and the tears would fall.
Out of nowhere a hand slapped him on the back. He and Ricky both jumped. It was Sam, and Ted was with him.
"Coach wants us in the locker room at 6th period. He wants to make some plans for spring training and go over stuff. Be there."
With that they were gone, looking for other players. Josh looked down at his plate, overwhelmed with sadness. When he looked up again, Ricky was gone also.
As classes changed for sixth period and the team began heading to the locker room, Josh hurried in the bathroom to pee. He didn't really need to, but he had found that when he had to sit with the team crowded close together with the smell of the sweat and dirty jocks permeating the air, he boned up. It was worse if he had a full bladder and needed to pee.
So by the time he got there the team was all seated. Sam and Ted separated and let him sit between them. While they waited for things to start, Josh looked around. He saw Chet and felt a twinge. He remembered their conversation about him asking what being gay would be like, and even more he remembered the night Chet had passed out in his bed and they had slept nude. He remembered the smell of Chet's body, and he shivered.
Then he saw Matt. He was surprised how much Matt had grown. They hadn't been working out at the same times, and he hadn't seen him since the end of the season. Matt was getting some height and muscles, and beginning to look less like the timid 14 year old he had been when the season started. He was probably turning 15 soon.
Josh remembered Matt climbing the tree to get his trunks back for him. That was last summer, but it seemed so long ago now. It was almost like another world. He thought of the night Matt stayed with him and how Troy made them wear boxing gloves because that's what Matt's brother made him do at home. They had planned to jack off together, but the gloves prevented it. So Matt volunteered to use his glove to massage the front of Josh's briefs until he shot. Then he recalled how many times Matt had said they ought to get together soon, and he felt sad that he hadn't taken advantage of that opportunity.
He suddenly realized these people were his team mates and they mattered a lot to him. Not only that, but some of them were graduating and wouldn't be around after May. That was his first inkling of what life was like: things ending and people leaving.
He sighed. Ted and Sam each turned to look at him.
"What's up?"
"Nothing. I just hate to see things end. All you guys will be leaving."
Sam grinned. "Listen, the good part is you'll get to help initiate the new varsity people. That'll be fun, I guarantee."
Josh brightened. He hadn't thought of that.
"And I'll get more chances to be the quarterback."
Ted frowned. "Wait up. I've got news. See that new guy over there?"
He indicated a tall junior, with hair the color of straw. Josh liked his face. He saw the boy had lanky arms and big hands.
"He just transferred in. His name's Ryan Stanford. He's from a high school in Wyoming, played ball there. He played quarterback and people say he was real good. He's liable to give you a run for your money."
Josh felt dejected again, but Sam said "Go for wide receiver if coach starts playing him as Q.B. all the time. But he may let the two of you compete. Let's see how spring training goes. Even though he's a year older, you're already familiar with the team and the plays we run. Besides, you've had quarterback experience with us."
Josh studied him again. His manner seemed friendly enough. Knowing where he was from, Josh thought he could see the effect of the high plains winds on his face and arms. He had that weathered look.
That's when Coach Wilson came in. There was a lot of shifting around and sitting up straight. He went to the center and stood there a minute. Josh noticed his hair seemed grayer. `Everybody's getting old on me' Josh thought.
"OK you guys" Coach began. "Spring training will start Monday after school. I want all of you ready for it. That means the seniors too. I know you're about to graduate, but I need your help in getting the new guys to shape up. We will go on just as usual, like nothing's going to change.
"None of the new guys are here today except one guy. I want to introduce him to you. Ryan, stand up."
Ryan Stanford stood up, nodded to the group, and then sat down. Josh felt his heart drop. Usually no new player rated that introduction. But coach wasn't through.
"Ryan's a transfer from Montgomery High in Elksburg, Wyoming. He's played quarterback since the eighth grade, and has gotten rave reviews from the critics. I'm going to be watching him during spring training, but I want you to know that nobody ever gets a free pass from me."
Josh felt encouraged.
"See there?" Sam whispered. "Nothing to worry about." His hand dropped into Josh's lap, then hastily pulled away. Leaning across to Ted he whispered, "Check his crotch. He's wet down there." Crinkling his nose, he said "We've got to look into this."
That was music to Ted's ears. He checked Josh too. Josh squirmed, but they were so close they wouldn't let him move his arms or twist.
Ted leaned close and whispered "Did you pee, or did you shoot off on yourself?"
Josh just shook his head. "I didn't do anything. I couldn't help it."
Ted said "We can fix that afterward."
Jennings stood up and asked a question.
"Coach, what did you mean when you said we'd go on as if nothing was going to change? Did you mean what I'm afraid you mean?"
Josh looked at Sam and Ted to see if they knew anything.
"Jennings, we don't live our lives on rumor or worrying about all the what-if's in life."
But Jennings was more than just the captain, he was the embodiment of the team, he personified the team spirit. He was always their guy, their spokesman. "Come on now. You ought to tell them, coach. They're bound to hear it soon anyway."
Coach nodded. Then slowly and with a careful wording, he said "The economic crisis has caused a steep drop in the revenue the state runs the schools on. It's a major problem. The school system can't afford to go on the way it is now. There's not enough money to run everything. They are considering consolidating schools if they can't come up with a new source of revenue. But we don't know what they'll do."
Jennings wouldn't let the topic drop. "If they consolidate schools, how will that affect us?"
Coach Wilson verbally sparred back. "That depends. We'll have to wait and see."
"Will we go to another school?" Now everyone was on the edge of their seats. You could hear quiet voices puzzling "Another school?" "We wouldn't go here?" "Would we play on another team?"
Coach knew when he was defeated. "All right. One plan is to consolidate Hinson and Grove Hill. If they did that, we would go to Grove Hill. They've got better buildings, real sports equipment, better computer labs, a brand new gym."
"We'd be bussed?" one of the sophomores asked. Someone else said, "Grove Hill already has a team. Would there be room for us?" Another guy snapped bitterly, "Grove Hill? They ought to call it Grove Hell! Have you seen that place?"
Coach was getting frustrated. "We don't know that yet."
Jennings furthered his attack. "Coach is it true that if they did that, you would be out of a job? Grove Hill already has a coach, and his name is Savage."
More voices came from the buzzing crowd. "Coach wouldn't coach us anymore?" "I don't like Savage." "Savage's name fits him; you should see how he treats his players." "Coach, they can't just take your job, can they?" That came from Ben Stone, who had remained quiet until now.
Coach Wilson hadn't wanted to get into this much detail. But he wanted his team to know he was being honest with them. "The school system may have a coaching position for me at some other school. If not, I would have to step down and be an assistant coach...maybe at Grove Hill."
More groans followed. But he continued, "We don't know anything yet. Wait and see. For now we will continue as if everything is going to be just the way it has been. All right? No more questions. I'll see you Monday at 3 p.m. sharp for the start of spring training."
He turned and exited before anything more could be asked or said. Josh felt like everything in his life had ended today. He stood up while Sam and Ted moved beside him. As they started down the hall, he was pulled into one of the weight rooms which was empty. Before he could protest, Sam was holding him and Ted was taking off his pants.
Ted pointed to his briefs. "These things are soaked. Did you drip all morning? What's wrong with you, Josh?"
Sam nodded. "We can't let you go home that way."
Josh raised his voice. "Don't take them! My mom is already all over me about missing underwear. Don't!"
He must have been louder than he realized, because the door opened and Matt stood there.
"Hi Josh, is anything wrong?"
Sam and Ted were delighted to have an accomplice.
"Come right on in, Matt. We want to get your opinion. Feel these briefs. Would you want to go home in soggy underpants like these?"
They had pulled Josh's pants off but not his briefs. They pushed him out at Matt. Matt was thrilled. He gladly reached over and felt Josh's crotch. He nodded, but then got a better idea.
"Let me check carefully. I wouldn't want to make a hasty decision." He had his fingers on Josh's dick. It was fun. After all the news they had just learned, Matt was glad to have the chance to have fun.
"Do you think we ought to take them off and hold them up to the light? Or maybe let them dry outside on a ledge?" Matt was suddenly full of ideas.
"Excellent idea! We'll hold him and let you do the honors."
Josh wasn't boned, but Matt certainly was getting that way. He leaned forward, carefully inserting his index fingers in either side of the elastic waist, and slowly pulled them down. Then as they lifted Josh so the briefs could come off, Matt wiped them on Josh's abdomen. Holding them by one hand, he grasp Josh's dick and said "This thing's wet too. Should we take turns drying it?"
The linebackers whooped. Josh was struggling. He never thought Matt would enjoy making him squirm.
"Have at it, Matt. Try wiping it dry. See if you can stop that stuff from dripping out."
Matt took Josh's dick in his fingers, wiping it and patting it. He tried to dry off the slit in the head by pinching it.
"The stuff still keeps dripping out. I'll take his briefs outside so they can dry. You guys keep him still until I get back."
With that he was gone, and Josh was alone with the linebackers.
"Come on, guys. Let me put my pants back on. That was embarrassing letting Matt play with my dick."
Ted smiled kindly. "Jennings and Chet said he played with your dick when they got you at the creek last summer."
"You know that doesn't count. Have a heart. Here I had felt sad about you guys not being back next year. Don't do me this way."
Sam grinned. "You're so much fun, Josh. We're going to miss you."
Matt came back in with a noticeable bulge in his pants.
"Want to dry him some more, Matt?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
Josh tried to twist away but the linebackers held him tight. Matt took hold of the dick and began stroking it, holding it at the base and running a finger up and down the underside. Each time the finger reached the head, he would stop and play with the slit.
"Matt, don't keep that up. You'll make me hard. Don't make me hard in front of other people."
"All three of us have seen you hard a bunch of times" the linebackers said.
Matt could feel the penis starting to respond. But at least the dripping had stopped.
"He's stopped dripping." Than turning to the linebackers, he said "How about Josh and I walk home now. I'll stuff his shorts in my pants and he can go commando until we get here. Would that be OK?"
Sam and Ted looked at each other. Realizing Matt's attraction for Josh, they agreed, but with one condition. "We want the four of us to go out Saturday night and find a barbeque place way far out of town, and eat and spend some time together. We like how you think, Matt, so think of fun stuff we can do -" their looks indicated they meant Josh, "- while we're there."
Matt and Josh walked home together. Josh's briefs were a little dryer, and Matt stuck them in his pocket. To compensate for no underwear, Josh shoved his hands in his pockets. Matt looked over and grinned.
"You're not boning up all of a sudden, are you?"
"No." Josh shook his head, then asked Matt abruptly "Why did you do those things to me back there? I've never done stuff like that to you."
Matt smiled. "I'm sorry. It was fun. Besides I was mad at you because it seems like ever since you became a big quarterback, you never had any time for me. I kept asking when we could get together, and you kept putting me off."
Josh realized the truth of that. "I'm sorry. I guess I just got so busy I didn't have time to think about my friends. That's awful."
Matt nodded. Josh realized Matt was a good bit taller than last summer. He wondered if Matt's dick had grown an equal amount. He decided to test it by throwing an arm over Matt's shoulder as they walked along. He wondered if the touch would stir things.
Matt looked at him, smiled, and sighed. "Thanks, Josh. I was hoping you'd do that. It's like old times."
"Yeah, remember when we spent the night together and we had to wear boxing gloves? You helped get me get off with them."
Matt sighed again. Josh looked over quickly and saw his package was tight. Matt looked at him quizzically. "You want to get together again?"
Josh started boning up now. Images filled his mind, things they did and things he had fanaticized. "Yes." He gave a deep sigh.
"We could finally get to jerk off together."
That hit Josh like a glass of cold water. Jerk off? Was that the best Matt could come up with? He realized how far he had come in the past year. Back then that offer would have been top of the line.
But he caught himself and smiled. "That would be great. I could show you some other stuff too."
"Like when Jennings had his fingers up your butt, marching you around the basement and making you drink your own cup of cum?"
Josh blushed. He had tried to forget things like that. But it also served to remind him of the history he and Matt had. They had shared a lot of experiences.
"Yeah, Jennings' basement."
"I've got a key. He gave it to me and said I could use it anytime I wanted to, just to let him know. I had told him how my brother keeps checking my dick to make sure I haven't been jacking off."
"That's great of Jennings to do that for you. He must like you a lot."
Matt blushed and hung his head bashfully. "Yeah, he kind of does."
Josh wondered if anything deep had taken place. "Really? You two have done stuff together?"
"Not what you think, but I had control of the cock cage Ben Stone was wearing. I had big fun with that. Jennings gave me the key to it."
"Damn! I wish I could have seen it!" Josh was now fully boned. Matt saw it.
"I see your little friend has finally showed up."
"Well your package has been bulging ever since I put my arm around your shoulder."
"Want to pick a time to use Jennings' basement? We could fool around and see what develops."
"What about your dad and brother?"
"I'll just say I am doing some things for the team, and that I'll be home before 10:30. If we do it tomorrow night, they won't mind since it's Saturday."
Josh had started feeling like he wanted relief sooner than that, but then figured if they went to the barbeque place with the linebackers, they would be horned and happy and set for the basement. The linebackers always managed to get him really sexed up...and he was sure it was deliberate.
"Great!" he said. "We'll just tell them to drop us at your house and we'll go next door to Jennings'."
They had reached Josh's house. Matt had another four blocks to go. Both boys could see each other's boners sticking out against their trouser legs. Matt wore boxers which were no protection against erections, and Josh was without underwear.
"Well, here we are. You want to give me my briefs back now?" He grinned at Matt.
"I can take them home and wash them for you." Matt wanted to do more than that with them, but he was ashamed to admit it. Ever since that day at the creek last summer, he had wanted Josh and everything about Josh, especially that bone of his.
"I can't let you do that. I've already lost two pair of briefs this week, and my mom is asking questions." He reached out his hand. Reluctantly Matt pulled them from his pocket. He held them for a long moment before putting them in Josh's hand.
Glancing down, he said "The front of your pants is wet."
Josh grinned. For once in his life he wasn't self-conscious. "Yours is too. But yours doesn't show yet."
"Until tomorrow" Matt said. They bumped fists and Josh headed in.
Matt couldn't wait to get home to jerk off. His father and brother would not be there yet. He picked up speed as he hurried off.
Josh had only been home 30 minutes when he got a call from Chet.
"You want to get together tonight and finish our conversation about being gay?" Chet asked.
"For just a chat? Are you sure?" Josh figured it would be more than just a chat, considering how boned Chet got yesterday. He was sort of proud of himself for being able to spot when a guy was feeling horned now.
"Like what we were doing -- I mean what we were talking about the other day."
"Sure, Chet. But let's get where there's no interruption."
"I've already got the perfect place...Jennings' basement."
"Jennings' basement?" He thought that place was suddenly popular.
"Yeah, I've got the key."
"Damn, Chet! Does everybody in the school have a key to that place but me?"
"Jennings is just lending it to me. He thinks I'm taking a girl there, so he won't interrupt. He's been trying to get me laid for so long, I can guarantee we won't be disturbed."
"What time do you want to get together?"
"I'll come by and pick you up at 7. Would that be OK?"
Josh made a bold move. "That's fine. But if we are going to check out being gay, we each should get a shower and be really clean before we get together."
There was a long pause at the other end. Josh had about decided he had overplayed his hand when Chet said "I think I know what you mean. I'll be prepared."
Josh hung up the phone and began to strip down to get a shower ahead of the family rush. He got into the shower all right, but when he stepped out, dripping wet and grabbing for a towel, Tommy was standing there. He was grinning as he looked him up and down.
"What are you doing over here? And why are you in the bathroom when I'm showering?"
"I was visiting Pete, but when I heard you start into the bathroom I decided I would come and watch."
Josh didn't like this. Tommy was a little twerp, and besides if he was next year's quarterback he didn't want some little 10 year old bragging about watching him naked.
"Did you like what you saw?" Josh hoped to intimidate him.
Tommy wasn't going to give an inch. He kept looking directly at Josh's dick as he squeezed the crotch of his pants.
"Not as much as other times. You didn't play with it. I figured you'd at least do that. I realize I can't hope to see the real stuff every time, but a little action there is always a kick."
Josh had taken the towel to start drying off, but instead he popped Tommy with it. Tommy dodged the snap, but at the same time came in low and grabbed Josh's dick. Josh was recovering from his towel snap and for a second didn't react. Then he popped him on the side of the head, frowned like a thundercloud, and chased him out. Of course Tommy actually won because Josh chased him into the hall just as his mother was coming upstairs.
"Son! Put some clothes on! Don't play rough with Tommy, he's our guest."
Chet picked him up on time. He felt clean from the shower and the fresh clothes. He had also cleaned himself in another way. He wiggled around on the car seat, enjoying the way his hole felt.
He had already made the decision that he wasn't putting up with anything more out of Tommy. The next time Tommy tried anything with him, he'd grab and strip him, and then drag him outside and lock the door with his clothes inside. As next year's star quarterback -- unless Ryan beat him out for the spot -- he had to seem authoritative, not somebody at the mercy of a ten year old with a dick obsession.
Now that he had made that decision, he could enjoy himself. It felt good to be riding with Chet, sitting beside him, seeing the long legs and arms with the dusting of dark hair on them. Watching Chet's face in profile as he drove made Josh realize Chet was actually a good looking guy.
"Ready to try this thing out?" Josh asked. He felt really confident since he had had more experience with this sort of thing than Chet had. For once in his life he was in the driver's seat.
Chet took a deep breath. "I need to figure this thing out, one way or the other."
"That's why I'm here" Josh replied.
Unbeknownst to either of them, a Grove Hill car moved by, going in the other direction. Unlike the past, no older guys were in it, just a few football players. They were looking for someone. They held a picture torn from a newspaper. If they didn't find the guy they were after, they'd come back tomorrow. Saturday would be a day with plenty of time to spot the one they wanted.
Chet parked his truck behind Jennings' house, in the paved spot just beyond the basement door. As they went in Josh realized this was the first time he had been here since the night Jennings poked his fingers up his butt and made him drink a cup of his own cum.
"Want to sit down and talk first?" Josh asked. He could see Chet was massively boned. When he got no answer, he said, "Let's get over to the sofa. You won't need to pin me down this time."
"Maybe I won`t have to, but it was fun when we were messing around."
"Yeah that bone of yours wouldn't stay down, would it?"
"No, I can always count on it to come through for me." Chet replied.
"Even with Cindy?"
"She still won't give me any. She gets me so hot, and then she says she needs to study or something. Talk about blue balls."
They sat side by side. Josh put his arm around Chet. He liked the feeling and Chet must have too, because that bone in his pants jumped again.
"Let me help you out of these things" Josh said, turning to face him as he started unbuttoning his shirt. Chet looked away and blushed, but he didn't reject the offer.
He continued looking away as Josh took off the shirt, got the undershirt, and opened his pants. He figured maybe Chet was shy, which is sort of odd in a guy who spends his whole life around naked athletes in school showers. He leaned close to Chet.
"Time to slip off your pants." Chet didn't move. Josh stood in front of him, leaned down and began pulling them from the waist. Chet rose up enough that Josh got both the pants and boxers off together. Chet's bone stood rigid. Josh sighed as he looked at it.
He reached down and gently but firmly wrapped his hand around it. He slipped off his pants and stepped out of them, then released Chet's dick. He finished getting undressed, and then sat down by Chet.
"You ready for this?" he asked, grasping his pole again. He thought about how Chet's dick had been hard for a while, but his own was just now rigid. Maybe he wasn't gay and Chet was.
Normally a considerate guy, Josh decided to see how far he could draw Chet into sex, see what it took to get him so horny he couldn't stop. Sitting beside him, he stroked it and slid the skin further back from the head. Chet responded with an intake of air.
"This thing of yours, it's pretty strong, isn't it, Chet?" Josh meant what he was saying, but to ice the cake he adopted a tone of admiration. He kept gently stroking it, wanting to play some more with the head. Ricky was the only other uncut guy Josh had been able to see close up.
He realized the foreskin was like a tube, and he could manipulate the trunk as much as he wanted. With cut guys, lube was usually necessary after the precum ran out. But he liked what Chet had and he honestly wanted to play with it a while.
He had admired Chet since last summer. In the locker room he didn't get close to the bigger guys -- there was always too much chance they'd decide to play with you or harass you. But the dark hair and slightly darker tone of the skin had made Chet an impressive figure in the locker room, dripping wet from the shower, twisting as he toweled himself off. Josh liked the way that thing of his swung as he dried off.
Now it was rigid and the slit was moist from precum. Josh's fingers dampened themselves in it. Chet held his breath, then exhaled and said "Wow! I don't think any guy or really anybody has ever done that to me."
The foreskin was fully drawn back from the head, revealing a nicely defined ridge with the gully immediately after it. It seemed almost to strain. Josh wondered if it was straining for him. He was fully erect now too.
It seemed that Josh was the experienced one and Chet was the virgin. "What would you like to do now?" Josh asked quietly. His voice was soft but friendly. He still held Chet's bone; he liked the feel of it.
Chet moved closer and put his arms around Josh. He was taller and liked the idea that Josh was sort of soft like a girl. He told himself that's why he felt attracted to Josh; it had nothing to do with whether he was gay. He slipped an arm around Josh, then slid his other hand down, and took hold of Josh's bone. Now it was Josh's turn to quiver.
"What next? What would please you the most?" Josh asked.
"I want to know if I'm gay. So just do what gay guys do when they have someone who is new."
"It's not like a club with rules, Chet. Most of what people have done to me has been without my consent. But let's just touch each other's bodies for a little while." He reached over and played with Chet's nipples. Chet sighed.
"I didn't know that could feel so good."
"Do you play with Cindy's?"
"When she lets me, but I thought that only worked for girls." He stayed boned even though Josh no longer had his hand on it. Chet began playing with Josh's nips as well, and Josh sighed. He was totally boned and dripping. Chet reached over and toyed with Josh's dick, letting his fingers play on it.
"That dick of yours is kind of cute. It's different for guys who are cut, isn't it?"
"Yes I guess. I need the precum to make it slick, but your bone has its own tube to pump it up." He sighed and gave a little moan as Chet continued working it. Reaching down, he took some precum on his finger and lifted it to Chet's mouth.
"Go ahead, taste mine. I'll be tasting yours. It won't hurt you."
Chet accepted the finger, licked it, and then took it into his mouth and sucked on it. Josh was really happy. Maybe this was somebody who could help him get over Ricky.
Chet returned the favor, touching Josh's copious precum and putting his finger in Josh's mouth. After he withdrew it, he used the tip to play with Josh's slit. Josh trembled with the sensitivity.
After a little while Josh said, "Let's don't shoot off yet. Roll over and let me play with your butt."
As he got down beside Chet and pulled himself onto Chet's lower back, he realized his butt wasn't round like Ricky's. It was a fine butt with little soft dark hairs...but it was a little flat by comparison. He ran his fingers down Chet's crack, and felt the trembling. He knew what he wanted to do next.
"Pull your butt cheeks apart" he told him. Chet reached back and spread them. Josh looked in the crack and saw the hole. The hair surrounding it was dark, but the hole didn't seem too tight. He figured somebody had opened it sometime in the recent past. He wanted to open it.
"Did you bring any lube?" Josh asked.
Chet, face down, sounded muffled as he said that Jennings always had lube and condoms in the top right desk drawer. Josh got up and walked across while Chet turned his head to look sideways and see Josh's butt and then his bouncing bone coming back. Josh was aware of the glances and felt even more confident.
"Chet, stay on your stomach but slide one leg off the sofa. It'll open up your butt area." He dripped some lube down in the crack, then took his finger to probe the trench. Chet flinched, and gradually sighed.
"Do you like that?" Josh asked.
He was greeted with what was almost a glowing purr. Josh was glad because he really liked this ass. He leaned down and kissed the cheeks. Chet humped the sofa over the joy of it.
"Spread your cheeks. Pull them wide apart. I'm going to show you some fun things I've learned in the last few days."
Chet pulled them wide and Josh could get a good view of the hole. He leaned close and with the tip of his tongue touched the rosebud. He was glad to taste the freshness that meant Chet was really clean. He poked a finger against the entrance. Then lubing his fingers, he inserted the first one. He paused at the entrance, Chet winced, Josh push the first one in, Chet winced again, and then sighed.
"It's not too bad. I thought it would be terrible."
Josh decided to sound very wise. "You just relax and go with the flow. There's nothing to worry about." He began inserting deeper until he was down to the knuckle. He wiggled it and Chet wiggled back. It was fun making Chet's butt wiggle.
"Ready for more?"
Chet giggled. Yep', Josh thought, Chet's definitely gay.'
He built up to three fingers going in. That caused a little pain for Chet, but after Josh pulled them out, Chet said "This is weird, but I feel empty back there, like something's missing."
Josh saw his fingers were clean, so he took the index finger of each hand and spread the hole sideways by pulling in opposite directions. It was great to look deep into Chet, where the white became pink and then deeper a mighty red. He stuck his tongue there and Chet went wild.
After a bit Josh rolled Chet over. His dick was swollen and totally tumescent, the head fiercely wanting action. Josh kissed it. Chet screwed up his eyes in a sort of ecstasy.
"It was so gentle and yet so..." He couldn't put it into words.
"Let's try it this way. You swing around and throw your legs over the back of the sofa and let your head be almost off the edge. I'll lean over you so my dick is in your face and then I'll lean down so yours is in mine. Want to try that?"
For the first time, Chet stopped him.
"I'm not sure I'm ready to suck a guy's dick. I mean I don't mind a guy doing what you did to me, but I don't think -- "
"Come on, Chet. You wanted to know. You won't know unless you try these experiences."
When Chet remained silent, Josh got in position and lowered his hips so his dick was right at Chet's lips. "Just open your mouth. You don't have to do anything else. I'll slide it in. You can just let it rest on your tongue. I mean if I can stick my tongue in your asshole, you sure ought to be able to let my dick lie on your tongue."
Chet obeyed. At the same time Josh sucked Chet's dick into his mouth. Chet signed, and in so doing received Josh's dick. It was a shock and he bucked and went rigid. Josh just kept sucking Chet, and after a few minutes Chet relaxed. He tried sloshing his tongue on Josh's dick and decided it wasn't as bad as he had been afraid. Actuality the tongue could feel things about it that were kind of interesting.
He smelled Josh's pubes and sucked better as time went by. His own dick was sending him the best signals in the world. He wondered why he had waited so long to get this good a blow job. He felt himself building as the semen began to churn. His balls tightened up. Then Josh said:
"Don't shoot yet. There's other stuff first." Josh pulled off his bone, and Chet let Josh's slip out of his mouth. Chet sighed a mighty sigh. With Josh facing him, he put his hand on Josh's cheek. He felt the smoothness and he looked into Josh's wide blue eyes. Those eyes radiated lust. Not just sex, but real deep lust. He had never seen a guy this turned on. Caught up in the moment, Chet pulled Josh's face to him and kissed him. It was a deep, tongue in mouth, lick his tonsils type of kiss. It was better than anything he and Cindy had ever had.
They went into an embrace so deep that as he rolled on Josh their dicks almost got hurt in the crush
"Sorry, I'm new to this" Chet said.
"No problem" Josh replied and returned to kissing. He wished he could stay in Chet's arms forever.
As their intensity grew, they stopped to catch their breath. Josh asked Chet, "Can I have you now? Or do you want to have me first?"
He could tell by Chet's expression that he wasn't prepared for this. He had a dazed, sexually mindblown look.
Josh leaned close and held him. "It'll be OK, Chet, I promise." He rubbed Chet's cheek, and Chet responded with a kiss. They held on to each other for a minute. Josh realized Chet was afraid of where the next step might lead, so he gave him an alternative.
"Chet, here's a condom and lube. I'm pretty opened up back there after the last few days. I'll get in position and let you do the rest."
Chet was so horned he could hardly speak. He nodded and patted Josh in appreciation.
"Here, I'll do the honors and put the rubber on for you." It was fun lubing the bone and slipping the condom on. He added lube and gave a few good strokes, playing with it even as he reached behind and lubed himself.
"Let me get on the sofa and pull my feet up. You slide in and you can hold my ankles back as you pump. Just go in slow, OK?"
The next few moments were among the most memorable of Josh's life. He loved the look on Chet's face as he started in, thrusting after he was all set, and growing in intensity as he built up speed. Chet's look at first was unfocused, the way a guy doesn't look directly at the next guy when you're peeing. But as the emotions grew, he began to look more and more at Josh, finally as he thrust leaning so close he gave him a kiss.
Josh kept repeating Chet's name. Chet made all the sounds of great sex. Josh began jerking his own meat in time with Chet's rhythm. As Josh shot his butt contracted and it drove Chet over the edge as well. They finally collapsed in each other's arms. They lay exhausted for a time.
Then as they began to recover, Josh reached over and put his hand on Chet's dick. Chet winced. "Not yet. Too sensitive."
Josh kept his hand there anyhow. He liked the feeling of control. "How was it, Chet?"
Chet was sweating. "It was great. Thanks a lot, Josh."
"Did it answer anything for you?"
Chet grinned. "Yeah. You're a great fuck and you give the best blow job in town."
Reaching over he tussled Josh's hair. Josh grinned back. "Want to do it again some time?"
"Any time, Josh."
"Think we ought to head for home now?" He looked at the clothes scattered on the floor.
"OK. Let's get up from here." When they did, Chet took Josh in his arms and held him tight. It was like he didn't want to let go.
"You're a great guy, Josh. Thanks for this."
They would remember this night for a long time to come. It could prove to be their refuge against what might lie ahead.
End of Chapter 24
(The next chapter will begin with Saturday, a day when a lot of things happen. - Bart)