Chapter Twenty Six Saving Ryan
The big three-row seven passenger car sped out of Grove Hill, heading across the night for the Ponderosa. Ryan Stanford was glad that they finally let him sit up in the seat for this trip. When they had first captured and stripped him, lying pinned between Trey and Rico in the second row had been humiliating. At least now he had clothes.
But this time there was a new humiliation, obvious to all. His erection poked up tenting his shorts, giving anyone a full-on view of the head. Fortunately for now in the car, it was dark. The intensity of the erection, caused certainly by the pill they made him swallow, was like nothing he had ever felt before.
Then suddenly Trey reached over and poked at his shorts, hitting the bone. Ryan shuddered and jerked. Rico reached over and grabbed him by the arm, his strong fingers squeezing him.
"Stay still! I don't allow guys to move, especially when they are sitting so close." He had that evil grin.
Ryan glanced at Trey who smirked. Then Rico shifted closer. Ryan shifted toward Trey, but every movement pushed the material in his shorts against his erect dick, and the head was in agony. Trey responded by pushing back. Soon it was a real struggle with Trey and Rico pushing him back and forth as each tried to gain the bigger space.
"What's going on back there?" Jason Bratton called from the front seat. He glanced in the rear view mirror.
"It's like a tug of war" one of the wrestlers in the back row said. "You'd think they were 12 years old, shoving and pushing."
Rico took issue with that, raising himself up and turning to grab Kevin who was closest.
Ryan tried to stay out of it, but with little success. The erectile pill had his dick feeling like it had turned to stone. The indelible ink only added to the sensitivity. He couldn't stand for it to be touched, but he also fought an overwhelming urge to give himself some relief. Now the shorts themselves were giving him a fit.
Jason barked orders to settle down, and everyone did. Up front he turned to Ken riding shotgun. "We've got to plan how to get Jennings. I don't want him graduating and getting away before we've done major stuff to him. He was one of the main factors that let Hinson beat us this year."
"What about that other quarterback?" Ken asked.
"Josh Raider? We can grab him anytime. Mainly we just need to shave him and paint his balls and dick, and maybe make him perform for some of the varsity. That'll be easy. We'll film the event and post pictures everywhere. But Jennings is the real powerhouse. It'll take several of us to even get him pinned down. Then we'll have to have a place to keep him while we get some revenge and practice our skills."
"What kind of time frame? I mean we don't want to rush it."
"I think I know a girl who used to date Jennings. Maybe I can get her to invite him to spend the weekend with her. We capture him and take him with us. That way nobody's looking for Jennings. I first thought of spring break, but I think we can do everything over one weekend."
Ken nodded approval. "He needs taking down."
"Damn right, and we're the ones to do it" Jason said. Then turning toward the rest of the group, he said "OK we're almost there. Full parking lot it looks like from here. When we get there, we all get out and go in together. If anybody needs to hide Ryan's erection, put him with the wrestlers beside him and Trey in front, and that bone won't get us thrown out. Rico and the rest of you, behave. I mean it."
The few remaining spaces were at the far end of the lot. This meant a long walk in and a long walk back. Jason and Ken grinned at each other.
The Ponderosa was a family place noted for good barbeque. In fact it had the best barbeque within fifty miles. Most teens and those of college age preferred noisier places. But on any Saturday night when the music was loud, the Ponderosa was a big mix of people.
"I'm parking for a quick get-away" Jason said.
Ken grinned.
They got out. The Ponderosa lay before them, all lights and music and people. Ryan shivered. To be surrounded by people, he had never felt more alone in his life.
They found the place was packed. As they went in, closely covering Ryan, Jason said to the cashier, "Reservations for 8 for Mr. Stanford, Ryan Stanford." Ryan heard him and glanced up nervously. Why wasn't Jason using his own name?
A hostess appeared and said "Right his way, Mr. Stanford." Ryan couldn't look anybody in the face as they went to the table at the far end. One of the wrestlers put his hand over on Ryan's hip, slightly moving the shorts. The sensation to his dick was agonizing. He gasped.
Jason seemed to be in charge of everything today, even the seating. The booth curved and the vinyl upholstery was cold to Ryan's legs. He was put in the middle of the back, facing the rest of the room, with Jason on one side and Kevin, one of the wrestlers, on the other. Rico sat across from him and the rest were grouped around. The nearby tables, like theirs, all had dark red tablecloths.
Jason said "Baby back ribs for everyone, and I'll let them choose their beverage." He sounded like he was suddenly in New York at some swanky spot. The moment she went away, he turned to Ryan.
"Give me your shorts."
"Huh?"
"Give me your shorts. The table cloth will hide anything, and this will make sure you don't try to run away on us. Hand them over now."
"Everybody will see what I'm doing."
"Not if you're careful, Ryan. I thought as a quarterback you'd know how to handle potentially difficult situations. Now do what I say."
There was enough threat in his voice that Ryan obeyed, getting his hands in position at his waste so he could half rise and yank quick and have them off without attracting attention. When he sat back down his butt felt like it would freeze on the plastic seat. He slid his shorts across to Jason who smiled and passed them down the line.
Now he had nothing but his Rattlers t-shirt and his sneakers. His bone wouldn't go away. He realized that even the cold wasn't helping to shrink it.
Ken reached over and touched his dick. Ryan flinched. "Just checking"
"Result?" Jason asked.
"Still hard and primed."
Ryan didn't know how much more he could take. Even the slightest touch was agony and bringing him closer to the brink. He was completely at the mercy of these guys, and he didn't know how it would end.
Another car was now pulling into the parking lot, coming from the opposite direction. It was a Hinson car with Hinson players. The linebackers sat up front, with Josh and Matt in the back seat. Josh had warned Matt about Jennings' basement having surveillance tapes, so they had called off their planned get together for tonight.
"I hope they can squeeze us in" Sam said.
"We'll know soon" Ted replied. They went in and before long were seated at a table just inside the door. The music was loud and the crowd was even louder trying to talk over the sound. The service was slow tonight. While they waited, Josh looked up and said "Isn't that the new guy, Ryan, back there with some Grove Hill players?"
They all turned and looked. Ryan seemed so small at the table as if he was trying to disappear.
"That just doesn't look right" Tim said.
"Wow!" Josh burst out, "He's wearing a Rattler's T-shirt! Why is he wearing their team's stuff?"
Sam frowned. "You're right, Tim. I wonder what's up."
"Want me to walk over there?" Josh asked.
"I don't know what might happen if you did. This is a nice restaurant. They don't like disturbances. We better stay put." Tim agreed with Sam said, but added, "However, if you just happened to see your teammate and waved and got up to go over, then if there's no trouble you could go say hi. But don't ask any questions, just see what you think."
Over at the other table, Jason grinned. "I see one of our adversaries is looking this way. See, Ryan? He waved. Wave back."
Ryan had been chewing on a rib and had sticky red sauce on his hands and around his mouth. He hastily wiped it off and waved cautiously. He hoped Josh wouldn't come over. They hardly knew each other anyway.
Ken told Ryan, "That's your competition for quarterback. He's going to look just like you before too long."
"With a few additions" Jason laughed.
By this time Josh had risen and paused before trying to cross the room. But the waitress arrived with their platters of ribs, so he sat back down. He noticed Ryan looked relieved.
"Do you think he's going to be their spy on our team?" Josh asked.
"I have no idea" Tim said. "But keep an eye on what they seem to be saying or doing. He just looks really out of place there."
About half an hour later the waitress brought the bill to the Grove Hill table. Josh could see a lot of scurrying around as guys pulled out bills and the guy next to Ryan seemed to be adding it all up. Then something odd happened. It almost seemed like someone under the table pulled Ryan down, there was scuffling and Ryan reappeared white faced and sitting rigidly with his arms behind him. Then the team got up and dashed out the door, leaving Ryan there.
They cat-called to the Hinson guys as they barged out, almost knocking down incoming customers. Sam leaped to his feet and said "Something's wrong. Let's get Ryan now!"
Leaving their food, they rushed across the room, dodging among the tables and startled customers. At that moment the waitress was approaching the Grove Hill table to collect the money and tip. Ryan cringed and tried to slip under the table. She looked at him, peered closer, and suddenly screamed.
The manager came out of his office just as the linebackers, Josh, and Matt got to Ryan. He was naked from the waist down and his hands were cuffed behind him.
"Help me" he said with tears in his eyes.
Sam and Ted grabbed the cloth napkins and threw them over Ryan's erection where they draped down nicely, held parallel to the floor by the strength of Ryan's bone. Surrounding him and shielding him from the crowd as best they could, they pulled him up, with Josh in front and Matt in back and rushed him out the door. The startled manager shouted after them that they hadn't paid.
"Get Ryan to the car and I'll pay the man" Sam cried, tossing the keys to Ted.
Turning to the manager, he said "I'm sorry. We didn't do this but we're going to help our teammate out."
"This is a respectable place! This is one of my best nights! I have the name of the person who made the reservation and I will take action!" The manager was sweating with anger. The music blared on and customers who had stopped when the mad dash began, now returned to eating. One or two still shook their heads.
"Who made the reservation? We'd like to find him too." Sam took his billfold out and offered the manager a twenty dollar bill. Sam's 230 pounds and 6'2" height made an imposing figure beside the much shorter middle aged manager.
The manager consulted a small pile of notes and said "It was a Mr. Ryan Stanford."
"No. The young man who had been stripped is Ryan Stanford. I'm leaving now, and if you try to take any action against this young man, my father will speak to you." It was a big bluff, but Sam got away with it. The manager huffed and puffed, but Sam was out of the door and gone before anything more could be said.
He found them waiting in his car. Ted greeted him with "We've got a big problem. Ryan's handcuffed and they are so tight I don't think metal clippers could get in between the steel and his wrists. It's almost cutting off the circulation now."
"Then we'll need a locksmith. How about the Semmes'?"
Josh sighed. That would mean seeing Ricky again. Something deep inside him hurt, but he said nothing.
On the ride back into Hinson, Ryan told them all about what Jason and the Grove Hill guys had done. Josh and Matt kept staring at Ryan's erection which showed no signs of going down. It was no longer covered by the napkin since he said any movement touching it was agony.
"If you guys hadn't been there, I don't know what I would have done. And I know I'm hard but it was that pill they gave me. I swear I've never been his hard in my life. And these guys are nuts on the subject of sex. By the way, Josh, they want to get you too, but they said Jennings was the big target."
Sam and Ted looked at each other. "We'll see Jennings right after we get those cuffs off. We need to be ready for an attack." After a pause, Ted added "And a counterattack because of what they did to Ryan."
Ryan, seated between Matt and Josh, was still breathing heavily. The restaurant experience had left him shaken. His dick was hard as steel. He kept gasping, hoping it would go down or stop giving him such extreme wincing shivers. He was embarrassed at the way Josh and Matt kept staring at it. In Wyoming people didn't do things like that.
"It won't go down." he explained. He seemed to be calling for help. "I can't get any relief. It's so rigid that if it was glass it'd shatter the second anything touched it. My balls are so full I can't stand it."
From the front, Ted said "Based on what you've told us about everything they did to you, it's not going to go away until you can jerk off."
Ryan started to tell them he didn't do that, but before he could say anything, Josh asked "Do you want some relief now? When we get to the locksmith he'll get your hands free."
Up front Ted nudged Sam and said softly "Josh has made him an offer."
Sam nodded and snickered under his breath.
"Yes" Ryan said in total innocence, "if you can get me some relief now I sure wish you would."
It was only a second later that Ryan shouted "Eweeeyow! What's wrong with you people? Is everyone around here a sex maniac?"
Matt grinned as he saw Josh's hand grasping Ryan's bone. From the front, Sam said "You've got to have an orgasm. You've got to shoot off to make it finally go down. Trust Josh, he's an expert in that sort of thing."
The rest of the car convulsed with laughter, all except Ryan who finally realized he wasn't in Wyoming any more.
"You people do this kind of thing to each other?"
Josh still had not released his hand from Ryan's pole. He was enjoying it too much. Ryan had a good strong bone that, in Josh's opinion, was average size and good circumference. He liked the feel of it. He didn't want Ryan to suffer, but working on it was the only way to get him off. He wasn't using strokes, he was just giving a firm gentle grip and loosening it. Close, relax, close, relax. He could feel some precum there at the tip. Ryan was still writhing.
"Do you want him to stop?" Matt asked. "Is that it?"
"Is there any other way?"
Roars of laughter came from the front seat. "There sure is, Josh could blow you." Ted never missed a trick.
"Hey you guys!" Josh said defensively, "it's not like I go around --"
He never got any further because Sam said "We had to throw him out of our car one Saturday because he smelled so bad of cum."
Josh's hand was still there, expanding and contracting. Ryan finally had tears in his eyes, shaking his head as if he wanted to wake up from some terrible nightmare.
Matt wanted to help so he leaned close to Ryan and asked "Do you want Josh to stop, or do you want him to suck you, or should he just keep-"
Ryan's voice was anguished. "Suck me? Did you say `suck' me? Take my dick in his mouth? Are you crazy?"
"It feels good" Matt whispered. "Josh really knows how to -"
This was just too much to take. Ryan became hysterical. Josh pulled his hand away, and Ted leaned over from the front seat and gave Ryan a slap on the face.
"Get hold of yourself, Ryan! Nobody here wants to hurt you! We're your teammates, for god's sake! So listen, we'll probably be at the locksmith's in twenty minutes. Can you hold out that long?"
"I just can't take the feeling of anybody or anything touching it. It's too tender." He was in better control of himself now. "If we're that close I think I can hold out, if the locksmith doesn't take too long."
Sam interrupted them. "Uh oh. Up ahead there's a roadblock. Probably a license check or looking for drunk drivers."
Matt leaned closer, giving himself full view of Ryan's head and shaft and the tense pulsing of the dick itself. "That could take a while. You might let Josh try to help you."
"If the cops look in here, we'll need something to cover Ryan's lack of pants and underwear. Anybody got any ideas?" Sam was hoping not to be delayed.
Josh leaned close from the other side and whispered to Ryan, "I would rather give you a hand job than blow you. They make up stuff about me." In the dark he hoped Ryan wouldn't see his erection pushing its way against the front of his pants. He was afraid a wet spot would appear soon. He started to tell Matt to stop drooling on Ryan's dick, but he restrained himself.
Ted had rummaged around in the glove compartment and found a flimsy pair of old gym shorts. He tossed them into the back. Unfortunately they landed on the tip of Ryan's penis, causing more wails from him.
Up ahead they could see the red tail lights of cars stopped in line waiting to be checked. Josh took the shorts, which were thin and stretched but would go on easily. He reached down and tried to get Ryan's legs through the things, but when he got up to the crotch area, Ryan couldn't take the material rubbing on him.
"You want me to try and get you off again?" Josh asked. Ryan nodded. Josh reached his hand over and grasped the erection. Ryan winced, moaned, and finally said "We can't do it that way. I can't take the pain."
"You want me to suck you off?" Josh's eyes gleamed happily but he had a solemn expression.
"Yes."
Josh was overwhelmed with the thrill of power. He was going to make Ryan say the words. Quietly he whispered, "Like I said, I don't like doing that, but I will do it to help you. We're on the same team. But I don't want you to ever tell anybody, OK?"
Ryan nodded and waited. Josh sprung the trap. "Then you have to ask me, out loud. You have to say what it is you want me to do, and you have to say it so the others will hear."
Ryan whispered back, "I never used the word `suck' before. Can I call it something else?"
Josh relished this moment with his rival for quarterback position. "If you're not comfortable, let me try to pull the shorts up on you again." He leaned over to where they rested on Ryan's knees, and began to pull, making sure his elbow brushed the erection as he started.
Ryan winced, gasped, cleared his throat, and in a clear and audible voice asked, "Josh, can you suck me off? I can't take the friction on it any more."
Josh's bone jumped joyously, Matt squeezed his legs tight together to savor this, and Sam and Ted exchanged glances and shook their heads. "He's shrewd" Sam whispered.
"Sure, Ryan. And I'll be gentle" he said, positioning himself to go down on him.
Ryan squeezed his eyes shut. He felt Josh's breath just before a warm mouth opened and a hot tongue began to lap saliva as his head disappeared into Josh's mouth. Ryan was aware of the lips that sucked and the gentle tongue that constantly bathed his head and shaft. There was no feeling of teeth, just the relief of softness and watery warmth. After all the pain he had experienced from Rico's twig beating and then to the fierce erection from the pill, this was true relief.
Josh was in ecstasy. He liked everything about Ryan's dick. It was a well defined head with a nice underside that his tongue was lavishing with attention. He reached down with his hand and pressed against Ryan's balls, dividing them and thrusting up so he could feel the outside of where the prostate lodged. His balls were warm and good sized, with enough hair to let people know he was becoming a man. He would love to get them in his mouth some time and drive Ryan to heights he had never dreamed of back in Wyoming.
He enjoyed the smell of Ryan's crotch and the scratch of his pubes, and realized he now knew Ryan better than anyone on the team, that he was somewhere that no one else had ever gone. He let his tongue work wonders and he could feel Ryan responding. The strength of his legs was evident as he began the movement that would lead up to orgasm.
Matt looked on eagerly, squeezing his dick in his trousers. He had hoped Josh would blow him soon, and he noted the bulge in Josh's trousers. Josh was putting his heart and soul into what he was doing for Ryan.
Ryan's moans became louder and quicker now. Sam called from the front seat, "Josh you swallow every bit of that! I don't want a drop of cum on my car seat or I'll put the both of you out of the car to fend for yourselves!" This was music to Josh's ears. He knew Ryan would explode soon, and that if he moved his fingers at the right moment he could slip one beneath his balls and into Ryan's hole.
Ryan was beside himself, caught up in some orgiastic apocalypse he had never imagined was possible. His blood pounded, his brain roared so he could hardly hear anything but the pounding of his heart, and he found himself getting ready to have his balls explode out of his dick.
And then the moment came. Josh's tongue felt the twitching that would become a spasm, his mouth felt the dick expand incredibly, and he inserted his finger up Ryan's tight anus. It wasn't far into Ryan, but enough to trigger the blast that now was filling his mouth. On the seat Ryan twisted violently, shaking like he was having a seizure. Matt rejoiced to see this, particularly the spasming expression on Ryan's face, and the gurgling sucking sounds as Josh buried Ryan's cock into his throat.
Josh did get every drop, keeping Ryan's tool in his mouth until it was limp and Ryan was making little noises signaling to be released. Josh looked up into Ryan's face and saw something in his eyes he had never seen before. It was a look of such happiness that it was almost childlike in its innocence. Gently Josh helped pull the shorts up to cover Ryan, and they passed through the checkpoint unobstructed.
As they reached the city limits, Josh decided maybe he should avoid Ricky, so he leaned forward and asked the linebackers, "Would it be OK if I-"
But he never got any further. Both guys said "P.U.! Josh, you smell like cum. Man there's no excuse for that!" Matt giggled and Ryan felt uncomfortable since the cum was his.
"I was just helping Ryan --"
"Sure but when you suck a guy off, you're suppose to swallow the stuff, not keep swishing it around in your mouth."
"I did swallow, I-"
"Josh, shut your mouth and let your saliva take care of the problem. Sam doesn't want his car to smell like cum." Ted enjoyed being the boss.
Ryan felt like somehow he was responsible for some of this difficulty, but he didn't know what to say that would help. He whispered quietly to Josh, "Sorry about that."
"That's OK" Josh said. Then Ted leaned over to the back and said "Josh, you've got to smack your lips to get the saliva moving, the way you do after a big meal. Just make that smacking sound with your lips, smack, smack, smack." He demonstrated and Josh started doing it. "Pull your lips wide, like a smile." Josh did, trying as hard as he could to clear his mouth.
"That's right, have a happy smile. Did you enjoy your big meal, Josh?"
Ryan looked uncomfortable, Josh kept smacking noises, and Matt doubled up with laughter. This time he was far ahead of the game.
"Josh, they're putting you on. Stop making the smacking sounds. It's obscene!"
Ryan thought to himself that this was the strangest place in the world. They were just crazy over sex. But his biggest concern now was the loss of circulation to his hands. When the cuffs were snapped on him, there had been no time for adjustment. He longed to be back in Wyoming.
Soon they were parking in front of the Semmes' house. Sam had called ahead and the porch light was on. A friendly beagle stood at the street, and wagged his tail as they walked by. It tried to follow them onto the porch.
Clem greeted them, ushering them into the living room. The dog acted like he wanted to come too.
"Should I let him in?" Sam asked.
"That's Chester. No, not right now. He's not ours; he just likes to roam. And he likes my youngest brother."
The other two brothers laughed, and Ricky grimaced. Josh looked across at Ricky. He wished he could have stayed in the car, but that would have raised too many questions.
Suddenly Clem said, "Ricky, why don't you and Josh go on in the back while I take care of the handcuffs. It's going to take a little while to get the right key size."
Ricky stared at Clem and slowly shook his head. Josh looked from him to Clem, then started to say "That's OK, I-"
Clem had a gleam in his eye. "OK, but if you want to stay, I can bring some pictures from the back that you could show your friends."
Ricky flushed, then started down the hall with Josh following. Before they were out of earshot, Clem called, "If you like, I can let Chester inside to visit you."
Ricky cussed quietly under his breath. Then they were inside his room. Josh looked at the bed where they had finished up their encounter Thursday night. That seemed a lifetime ago now.
Ricky sat down on his bed, and Josh sat beside him. Ricky pulled away.
"What? Why? You don't even want me to sit by you any more?" Josh was hurt.
"Josh you know how that affects me. I told you that you opened up stuff in me that I don't want to feel or know about."
"But I just wanted to sit here. Why can't we be friends?"
"Because, Josh, if you were around me I'd end up taking advantage of you, using you. I do that to everyone. That's why I have survived this long. You don't even realize when you're being taken advantage of."
"It wouldn't happen if I was careful. I'm not really as dumb as you seem to think."
"It's not dumbness, Josh, it's innocence. Oh sure I know you've had experience...right here as a matter of fact. That blow job you gave me after you fucked my butt was out of this world. But you still have that sort of innocent-eyed approach to people. You're a sheep in a world of wolves."
Josh turned to him, accidentally leaning forward so that their knees touched. Before he knew it, Ricky had grabbed him in a tight hold, pressing him close. "Josh don't do this to me. I can't take it." It was only then that Josh realized that Ricky was boned.
Josh felt things he couldn't explain. "I'm not trying to turn you on."
"Josh, you were good to me, better than anybody's ever been. But if you and I were together, I couldn't fight back against my brothers, against the people who crap on me. I couldn't be gentle to you one minute and a raging bull at my enemies the next."
Then suddenly he was kissing him. Josh remembered how Ricky used to brag how he never kissed. Ricky's tongue filled Josh's eager mouth, wallowed back to his tonsils, and flopped around in wonderful saliva. They kept clutching.
Then abruptly Ricky pulled away, his expression now disgusted and angry. "Cum! Your mouth tastes like cum! What the hell, Josh. You act like you want me one minute, and then go and blow somebody the next. And it can't have been very long ago. Shit, man, that's pitiful." Ricky began to run his finger inside his mouth. "I'm going to get some water, and I'll bring you some as well. Shit!"
"Wait, Ricky. I was doing a guy a favor --" but Ricky was going down the hall.
He must have left the bathroom door open, because Josh could hear water running and then the sound of gargling and spitting. It went on for more than a minute. Then Ricky came back with the plastic bathroom cup and handed it to Josh.
"I'm not even going to offer our bathroom to you. Just swish this around in your mouth and swallow every drop of it."
Josh took the glass and before drinking it, he tried again, "I was only helping out that guy who's up front."
"Oh hell, Josh, is that your story now? That guy with the ragged shorts drooping off him? I bet you helped him good -- and loved every minute of it."
Josh started trying to rinse his mouth out. He felt like Ricky was blaming him for things that weren't his fault. His mind flashed back to the scene in the car and what it must have looked like to others: Ted telling him to smack his lips and grin. That hurt his feelings that they would play a prank like that on him. And obviously it hadn't gotten rid of the smell.
When he was finished he handed the cup back to Ricky. "Ricky --"
He snatched the cup out of Josh's hand and went down the hall. When he came back he had lost his erection. He didn't try to sit on the bed again. Instead he went to the window, looking out. Josh wanted to talk to him, but they heard voices coming down the hall. After a moment, Tip came in.
"Hi Josh. It's good to have you over here again." He put his hand on Josh's shoulder. Josh got that feeling again. He didn't understand how Tip could turn him on so quick.
"Ricky, show Josh how well you're keeping your crotch smooth. Come over here."
Ricky looked daggers at him. His breathing got ragged and Josh started to back away. "That's OK, Tip. I can go up front."
"Oh no, Josh. Ricky's glad to show you. Drop them Ricky and come here. Hold your shirt up."
Ricky didn't move, his anger mounting.
Tip calmly grinned. He knew he had the upper hand. "That's nothing, Ricky. Just think of the things I could make you do in front of Josh." Ricky still didn't move from the window.
"If you're not over here and on display before I count to five, we'll stake you out in the yard again and let Chester play with you some more." Turning to Josh, he said "We had some discipline problems with Ricky this afternoon so we staked him out back again, poured meat sauce on his crotch and balls, and left him for Chester. Sure enough in a few minuets Chester came along and got to licking and wagging his tail. He really gets off on licking around Ricky's bone. I keep telling Ricky that Chester's liable to take that bone home and bury it. Anyway -- and this is that part you'll enjoy -- Chester's licking got Ricky hard. I mean he was totally boned writhing and twisting. Chester thought he was playing with him, so Chester lapped that much more. Finally Ricky couldn't stand it. He wanted to get off so bad, and Chester somehow couldn't get him all the way, just to the brink."
Tip smiled at the recollection. Ricky was beet red. "You should have heard him pleading with us to come let him go so he could get some relief. Finally all the meat sauce was gone and Chester went on his way, but Ricky was still right on the edge. Finally we went out and released him but only on condition he didn't jack off today. We've been watching him like a hawk ever since. And now, Ricky, I'm going to start my count. Do you want Chester to come play with you again? One...two...three --"
Ricky dropped everything, pulled his shirt up, and stood in front of Josh. His dick hung really long. Josh was impressed.
"Go ahead. Touch his crotch and feel how smooth he's keeping it."
Normally Josh would have tried to find away to save Ricky from embarrassment, but after the way Ricky had reamed him out, he wasn't about to. Reaching his fingers out, he began to move them over the area. Tip was right, it was baby smooth. He heard Ricky gasp as he slid closer to the base of his cock.
"That's good, Josh. Now take Ricky's cock lightly in the palm of your hand."
Josh opened his hand and reached below Ricky's dick before sliding his hand up and lifting outward. Without actually wrapping his fingers around it, he held Ricky's dick in the open palm of his hand. He looked down at it. He could feel Ricky start to tremble.
"The human touch is a remarkable thing, isn't it Josh? If you stay perfectly still for a moment, you'll see Ricky's dick grow. Ricky likes your warmth and he needs relief. Isn't that right, Ricky?"
Ricky didn't say a thing, but Josh could feel him trembling. The dick began to slowly grow, just a fraction at a time. Josh's hand didn't rub it, but the erection itself was moving it across Josh's hand. So it was giving itself its own hand job. It began to look bigger and more impressive. Josh had been fascinated with that head ever since he gave Ricky the blow job. Now it was as much torture to Josh as to Ricky not to be able to feel it, rub it, squeeze it. And because of what Josh did for Ryan, he was dying to get off too.
Tip leaned over to Josh and said quietly, "Kiss it, Josh. When it's totally hard, kiss it."
Ricky heard as well, and his dick totally boned at the words. It came up off Josh's hand and pointed straight up.
"What do you want, Ricky?" Josh asked.
What Ricky really wanted to say was that he wanted people to get the fuck out of his life and leave him the hell alone. Instead he asked "You want to blow me too, Josh?"
They looked into each other's eyes. But noise came from up front and Josh heard Sam calling "JOSH! Where did you get to, man? We're about to leave. Ryan's cuffs are off. Come on!"
"Can you give us a second alone?" Josh asked.
Tip nodded, patted Josh on the butt, and went back out. Once he was sure no one could hear, Josh said "Ricky, there's an old playhouse/fort in my back yard. We don't ever use it any more, but if you could sneak out sometime and meet me there, I'd bring some blankets or something and we'd be alone and could talk."
They called again from up front. Josh knew Sam would go off and leave him if he didn't come. He looked at Ricky, but got no answer. So he dashed out. His last glimpse of Ricky was of him standing there, hard, shaved, with an agonized look on his face.
"We'll drop Josh off first" Sam said, "unless you need to get home sooner."
That was address to Ryan. "No, I'm in no hurry to get home. I want my wrists to get rid of the red lines where the cuffs were first. I'd rather my dad asked as few questions as possible."
"You can come in with me and I'll lend you some things to wear home" Josh volunteered.
"Thanks, but I don't want to put you out." Ryan seemed really grateful.
As they arrived there, Sam and Ted said they would tell the team about Ryan's problem and the team would make a point to ignore the paint.
"We're all behind you, Ryan. We'll get with Jennings to plan strategy against Grove Hill and Jason Bratton in particular...and Rico too. They're going to pay for what they did."
Josh and Ryan got out, saying their goodnights. Josh saw Matt wink at him mischievously. Josh gave him the finger. He knew Matt was saying "Have fun."
Up in Josh's room Ryan looked around at things while Josh pulled some shorts out of the drawer. He was going to offer Ryan underwear as well, but he wanted to make sure how many pairs he had. His mother had been on his case lately about missing briefs.
"Try these shorts on and I'll find a pair of briefs you can wear if the shorts fit."
"Thanks. I'm willing to walk home in just the shorts, but I think I'd feel more comfortable about my privates if I had briefs on. Back home we never went commando. That's just our custom I guess."
They were nearly the same size, although Ryan was probably an inch or more taller. The waists looked the same. Ryan stepped out of the flimsy shorts, and Josh saw his dick was back to normal. The red head on it and the black balls fascinated Josh, but he knew he would scare Ryan if he stared. It was a nice dick, even soft. Like Ricky, Ryan was cut. The thought of Ricky made him wince.
"Won't your folks see that you're not wearing the same clothes you left in?"
"My mom's in Wyoming, finishing up things out there. My dad never notices things like that."
Josh handed him a pair of his briefs. Lately it seemed some of the piss spots and precum stuff didn't get completely washed out in the laundry, but he had tried to pick the best looking pair. Ryan slipped the shorts off and pulled the briefs up, then looked at himself in the full length mirror on the closet door before getting back into the shorts. Josh noted that the briefs held Ryan's package really well, and it gave his butt a nice shape. Josh sighed.
Ryan checked himself out and was pleased with the result. "I'll get these back to you at school Monday." Then he got a sad look. "My blue bikini briefs - that's what I hate losing. They were designer stuff, and it was the only pair I had. I used my birthday money to buy it. My others are all Fruit of the Loom." He seemed thoughtful. "Those guys had no consideration for anybody's property. I think I really hate them."
"We're gonna get even with them" Josh reassured him. "The whole team will get involved in this payback. That's what being on the varsity is all about. And now about those briefs," Josh paused and gave Ryan a grin, "Do a good job on the team and maybe I'll get you a pair for your birthday."
They both laughed at the joke. Then Ryan got serious. "I sure appreciate what you did for me today. I had to get off and any other way really was agony."
"Maybe you can do the same for me someday."
Ryan looked uncomfortable. "I'd do anything to help you, but...I'm not sure about having somebody's penis in my mouth. You were really brave to go through that to help me."
Josh hid his glee. "So it wasn't too bad having me do that for you?"
"I don't know how you stood it, but yes. In fact, it was --" He paused, and then began to blush. "I don't talk about that kind of stuff much, but it was really OK." The more he thought about it, the redder he got. Finally he broke his own silence by saying, "Thanks, man."
When Ryan got ready to leave, he came over to Josh, thanked him again for everything, and reached out his hand for a shake. Josh grasped his hand, and then put his left hand on Ryan's shoulder, pulling him close.
"That's how we say goodbye down here." Actually it wasn't, but it made Josh feel good and hopefully made Ryan feel better.
After Ryan had gone, Josh couldn't hold off any longer. He had been boned for too long and he had to have some relief. He checked his little brother's room and was glad to see that Pete wasn't there. Neither was his constant friend Tommy. That meant no one would walk in from the other side of the bathroom, and he could lock his bedroom door and really have a whack. He stripped, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached for the lotion and tissue on the night table. This was his favorite thing to do at night. No interruptions, no problems, just himself and his dick and his thoughts.
He planned to think about Ricky and that shaved crotch and that bone in his hand. But after he started in, his thoughts kept returning to Ryan and how hot it had been to suck him off in the car. After that he thought of how Ryan looked in his own briefs standing in front of the mirror. He imagined undressing Ryan and playing with his body and stroking his dick. He pictured himself pinning Ryan down, reaching down between his legs, and grabbing that bone and yanking the hell out of it while Ryan writhed and twisted and begged for mercy. He was at the high point of that when he shot off, spewing over his hand and down his fingers and dripping onto the floor. Once he cleaned himself up, he wondered why he had imagined such aggressive things to do to Ryan.
Later that night, as Ryan was preparing for bed, he decided to sleep in Josh's briefs. This climate was far too warm for the flannel pajamas he had worn in Wyoming. The briefs had a good feel to them. There was something about them that was almost comforting.
Once he was under the sheet, he rolled on his side and squeezed his legs, just like he had in Wyoming. He supposed the pill still hadn't worn off because he had that feeling that he needed to squeeze his legs around it.
But after a few moments, he realized it was no longer good enough. He had learned too much today to ever go back. So he slipped his briefs down just below his balls, and took his hand and grasped his hardening dick. He did it the way Josh had. That made him think of Josh, and a warm feeling came over him. He didn't try to question it or fight it. He got down to business and after a few minutes he felt the best relief of all.
(End of Chapter Twenty Six)
(I have made a two page summary of the chapters up to now. It's brief, each chapter is about three lines of summary. It's only use would be if you wanted to check back to something referred to from the past. In today's chapter, Sam and Ted talked about the time they put Josh out of the car because he smelled of cum. If you went down the outline, you'd see it happened in Chapter Fifteen. You could reread it if you wanted. Anyhow, if you went me to send you a copy, let me know. Thanks everybody for the mail. It really encourages me. - Bart)