Chapter Twenty Nine Tuesday
There was one unchangeable fact that all the faculty at Hinson High had known for years: when the first fire cracker went off on April 1st, all learning for the year was over. The students were mentally headed for summer, and could care less for books or tests. So it was that the school on Tuesday knew summer was not far away. The Varsity squad knew they wanted revenge on Grove Hill. The seniors wanted their diplomas and the future that people claimed lay ahead for them.
The school announcements at homeroom that morning reminded seniors that this was their last day to sign up for a cap and gown for graduation. The varsity seniors knew their time together would soon be over. In fact, there was restlessness throughout the school. Summer was coming, you could feel it in the breeze.
Ricky Semmes arrived after the tardy bell, but everything was so relaxed, no one seemed to notice or care. Even the hall monitors were half asleep.
Ricky's day had begun badly. When his brothers woke him up he told them he was not going to continue with football's spring training.
"That's not an option, Ricky. We told you that you had to go out for spring training, and you have to stick with it." They were sitting at the breakfast table, and Clem was giving him his orders for the day.
"I don't like it, Clem. I'm no good at football. These guys practice all year. They are in top shape, and I'm not that good. Not only that, they laugh at me."
"That sounds like something a little kid would say. That and `Nobody likes me'. Why do they laugh at you?"
Ricky didn't say. There were a whole bunch of reasons. He knew some of them thought he was a perv because of being suspended with Zack. He just looked down at his plate. They waited.
Tip spoke up. "Tell us about it, Ricky. Maybe we can help."
"They laugh at my dick because it's so big."
"They're just jealous."
"They laugh because I'm shaved down there. They call me the little boy with the big dick. Being shaved makes it look twice as big. They call me the Master Masturbator. They think it's funny."
Clem shook his head. "It's a tough world, Ricky. You might as well get used to it now." Then a thought came to mind. "Have you been keeping it shaved? How long has it been, anyway?"
Ricky began to edge out of his chair. They were used to him trying to get away when he was guilty of something. Clem guessed it immediately. "You haven't been shaving it, have you?"
Ricky tried to get away, but they had him pinned before he could even get out of the kitchen. They got his jeans and boxers off, and began touching his crotch area.
"I feel bristles" Butch said.
"Me too" said Tip, and gave Ricky's dick a pull.
"Don't pull on it Tip, you know what happens when you do that."
Tip grinned from ear to ear. "I sure do. After we give you a dry shave, I'm looking forward to more of that."
"Not dry, please! Clem, not dry!"
"Sorry, Ricky, but I told you that you had to keep it shaved or we'd do it for you -- dry!"
Ricky saw Tip coming with a razor. He hated for them to shave him; they were always really rough doing it and he ended up with scratches and sore places. He winced as Clem started in. Pulling against the bristles that had just begun protruding, every stroke was like agony. He knew he'd be red afterward, and look scorched down there for about a day.
"If you'd stay still-" Clem started to say.
"He's always wiggly" Butch said. Butch was pinning his shoulders, but from time to time he would poke a finger in Ricky's ear or touch a nipple. That was causing as much movement as the pain from the razor burn.
Tip was holding his legs, and from time to time he would slide a hand up from the thigh to the balls. His method was not to do it suddenly, just slow and probing, like the fingers were testing for something.
"His balls need shaving too."
"There's almost no hair there. They haven't started to grow back yet," Ricky protested.
"Can't be too careful, right Clem?"
Clem was still pulling the razor across the crotch area, fast like he wanted to be through. "This'll make your remember to keep it shaved" he said.
Tip was touching the balls again. "Without any shaving cream, the balls will be rougher than your crotch. You should have thought of that, Ricky."
Butch was playing with a nipple again. "This titty's plumping up. Ricky likes my touch. The girls do too." His brothers laughed...all except Ricky.
"Well I've done the best I can there. The team is going to laugh when they see how red and rough it looks. Now for the balls." Clem was obviously enjoying this immensely.
"Please! Not my balls! Not this way! Please use something on it."
"Well if you could bend down there and lick your balls, I guess that would be something to moisten the area,. But since you obviously can't-"
"We could bring in Chester to do it," Butch suggested.
"Well he's not our dog and I don't know how long it would take to find him. We ought to use Chester more, though. Maybe tonight we can think of something." Clem was reaching for the balls with one hand and holding the razor with the other.
Tip had been waiting long enough with a brilliant idea. "We could use his cum. That ought to smooth things up."
Ricky raised his head. "Anything! I'll agree to anything if you just won't dry shave my balls!"
Clem looked at him directly. "If I agree, who could we get to jack you off?"
Ricky looked up wildly at his brothers. "Will one of you? I'm begging. You're all I've got."
Two spoke up immediately. "Not me." "Not me,"
"Tip? You're all I've got left. Please, man, please!"
"I love it when you beg. Sure, I'll do it, but for a price."
"Anything! I couldn't take a dry ball shave."
"Give me a blow job tonight."
`Tip, you know I hate that."
"Yeah, but you used to give me good ones."
"That was a long time ago and back then you didn't give me much choice every night. Please, Tip."
Tip stood up. "I better get ready for work. It's a long way to the lumber mill."
"Tip! Wait! Tip! OK! I'll blow you tonight! I promise! I swear!"
Tip grinned maliciously. "Will it be a good one?"
"Yes."
"As good as you used to do?"
Ricky was red with embarrassment. "Yes. Now please help me to cum."
Tip started in, and surprisingly Ricky got hard right away. It was like he was as used to that hand as he was his own. Butch eased up on the shoulders, but did touch the nipples as Ricky showed more signs of building to a climax.
That was when Tip stopped. He just took his hand away and waited. Ricky's erection tensed, bobbed, then remain firm but unmoving.
"Why'd you stop?" Ricky asked.
"I want you to build up enough cum to make all this worthwhile. I'll keep starting and stopping and you just keep building cum in your balls." He touched them. "Nicely round now, but you'll need more."
With that he took the tip of his finger and moved it from the dick's base at the balls all the way to the head, just one finger and not that much pressure, but Ricky responded by tensing.
"Feel good?" Tip asked.
Ricky nodded. He hated all this. His brothers knew how to use him, how to humiliate him, how to get him to the brink of something and make him beg. It seemed like it was a game they had played with him all his life. Then he was aware Tip had started in again. The strokes were great. He could almost forget what was happening in the pleasure he was feeling.
It was twenty-five minutes before Tip finally let him shoot. They released their hold on him just prior to that, so he could catch it all in his cupped hands and spread it on his balls.
At that point, his brothers knew they had won. There was no need to hold Ricky down. Tip and Butch left for work, as Tip called over his shoulder, "Don't forget about tonight."
Clem shaved Ricky's balls. It wasn't as painful as shaving his crotch had been. Ricky was sure the cum was what made the difference.
He left, knowing he was going to be late for school.
Josh found there were people grinning at him as he went down the hall between classes. It was not the usually friendly grin, but more like they had a secret...and it was about him. He finally grabbed one guy and pushed him into a doorway.
"What's going on with the grins?"
The guy didn't want to answer at first, but Josh took charge. Even with girls and others passing by in a mob flow of people, he reached between the guy's legs and grabbed his nuts. He held them in an iron grip and started squeezing. The guy's eyes flew open, his mouth went wide, and at the last second before he could scream, Josh let go.
"OK. Unless you want more of that, tell me what's going on."
"YouTube" the guy gasped.
"Huh?"
"Some people with camera phones got shots of you streaking yesterday, and put them up on YouTube last night late. You've gotten thousands of hits already. Dude, you're famous, you're a celebrity. We're all damn glad we know you. Girls giggle and blush, but they keep watching."
Josh let him go. He didn't know how he felt about all this. He nodded, clapped the guy on the shoulder, and said "Thanks."
"You ought to check it out. There are several different clips people got. The YouTube ones show you from behind, or from far away. YouTube is careful what they show. Jock locked out' is one if the best. But X-Tube really has the best stuff of you. They've got titles like Jock bounces as he runs'. My personal favorite is when guys were running beside you. It's called `Boner boy's bone.' But they're all good."
"Just what I wanted to hear" Josh said bitterly.
As the guy hurried off he looked back over his shoulder and said "Nice equipment, dude."
Josh started to run after him, but figured it wasn't worth the trouble.
When fourth period came, Josh figured Zack would say something about it to him, but instead he was strangely quiet.
"What's up?" Josh asked.
"Not much. I wish I could get out of spring training. Being shaved and all, it's embarrassing. And here during school, guys still call me names."
"Well if you think that's bad, it turns out I'm on YouTube. Guys caught me streaking yesterday and put the video up. But my name's not on it so I guess that's something."
Zack was surprised. "I hadn't heard anything about that." Then he paused. "Well I guess now that nobody's talking to me any more since they think I'm a pervert, I guess I wouldn't have heard." Unconsciously his hand dropped down to his crotch and he grinned. "Any good shots of you?"
"I haven't seen it yet. And don't rub your dick when you ask me about stuff like that."
"I wish I still had that DVD of us that Mr. Wylie made." Zack continued to rub his crotch area.
"Zack, that's a terrible thing to say. No wonder people think you're a pervert. You tricked me into that, and the varsity had to force you to give it up."
"That's true, but I still wonder where it is. You don't have it?"
"Of course I don't have it. I wouldn't ever want to see that thing again."
"Well I've heard some people improve their sexual performance when they can review themselves on tape afterwards. Just like in football."
"Not me! And I don't want to see the streaking pictures, either."
Zack decided he couldn't wait to get home and pull them up on his computer.
When class ended, Zack headed down the hall to the final bathroom on that floor, the one he went to yesterday. In the handicapped stall at the far end, he found Ace and Gunter waiting.
"You're late" Ace said, beginning to enjoy his new role as master over an older boy.
"It was crowded and the teacher was slow in letting us go. I couldn't help it."
"Well that's OK for this time, but don't let it happen again."
Zack wasn't sure what he could do about it, but he let it go.
Gunter spoke up. "Remember the pictures we showed you after school yesterday of you in here with a boy and your dick out?"
"Yes of course. That's why I'm here, instead of punching your lights out." There were times when Zack felt like he had already put up with all he could stand out of people. Besides, the `boy' in the picture was Gunter, who was just slightly more than a year younger than him. No big deal. Still, if the principal saw that...
"We've got an assignment for you."
Zack looked at Ace expectantly. "Assignment? Like what?"
"You're out for spring training, right?"
"Zack sighed. "Regrettably yes."
"Do you know a boy named Ryan Stanford? He's the new quarterback."
"Yes. So?"
"Get to know him. Make friends with him. Cultivate him."
"He's not going to want to be friends with me. Everybody calls me a pervert. If he hasn't heard it already, he will and then no friendship would ever happen."
Gunter tried to be sympathetic. He put a hand on Zack's shoulder. "Just try."
"He's older than me and he's a guy everybody there wants to be friends with. I tell you he wouldn't need a new friend, especially not me."
"Just try."
Ace took over. "We need you to do one thing before we go. Pull out your dick."
"No."
"Don't you have to pee?"
"No. I mean yes, but I don't want to do it in front of you. Remember yesterday."
"I'm not carrying a belt camera today. There's nothing hidden. Come on, we just want to see something."
"What do you want to see?"
"Look, you're uncut and we're both cut. I want to see what that kind of a dick is like. If you do this for us we'll try to find a way to let you get free of those pictures we took."
Zack always walked into things without stopping to think. On the surface, this sounded like a good deal to him. What he did not know was that Gunter had a tiny hidden camera on him today.
Zack unzipped. Ace said "Let me see it a second." He bent close, smelling the musky crotch smell that even a shaved crotch did not fully cure. All of that gave Zack a funny feeling. He hoped he wouldn't bone up, but it had been a while since anybody's face had been this close to his dick. He could feel Ace's breath. Then Ace's fingers touched it. He winced.
"Easy there, Zack. I'm just checking. See Gunter?" That was the code word to make sure Gunter was getting this on video.
"Yes" he replied, leaning close also. Like Ace he touched it as well, and soon there were two sets of fingers touching him.
"Guys" Zack said. But they said indistinct comforting words, like little chipmunks around a nest of nuts.
Ace said "Let me slip the foreskin back...there, that's better. The head looks really good, Zack." He touched the slit, sliding his finger down the underside.
That was all it took. Zack was on the way to boning up.
"Slip your jeans down and your underwear so I can see how it all looks together." Ace was actually undoing Zack's belt as he spoke. When the jeans dropped, Ace put his fingers in the waste band of the briefs and pulled them down to his ankles.
Stepping slightly back so Gunter could get snaps of this, he made sure it would be Zack in focus and himself visible only as hands, etc. He took Zack's dick in his hand and began to play with it.
That was all Zack needed. He had been so frustrated, so alone, so longing for someone, anyone, to be close to, he boned totally rock hard and began making little sounds.
Gunter was boned as well, but since he was the cameraman it didn't matter.
"You like this, don't you?" Ace whispered.
Zack nodded. He didn't want it to stop; he didn't want the hand to go away. He liked being with them, since it seemed he had no friends left among guys his own age.
"I'll keep working it, but when you shoot, I want you to reach down and catch it in your hand. Then raise your hand like you were going to taste it. OK?"
Zack wondered why this sounded like stage directions, as if he were in a movie. But he was now the prisoner of his own emotions. He followed directions, and when he shot it was good. In fact he went ahead and licked it off his hand, since they were watching him and smiling. He figured he had found two good friends. He wondered when he'd get to go over to Ace's house. He just didn't want to be this lonely any more.
At the end of the lunch wave, Sam passed the word around that he was having a party, a cookout Thursday night at his house. His folks would be away for most of the evening, so people could come and relax and have fun. Josh was glad to be included. Maybe Sam was making up for having him streak yesterday. Certainly people were giving him looks and making comments, especially the varsity. Guys said things like "You really starred yesterday out there" and "You're our new video star, right?" to which someone said "From the way that bone looked on X-Tube, he'll be out new porn star."
Several of the team huddled with Jennings, wanting to plan a revenge attack on Grove Hill for what they did to Ryan. Jennings kept postponing a decision on any concrete plan, saying that they could get together Saturday and decide then. That seemed unlike Jennings.
"You must have something else on your mind" one of them said.
Jennings grinned ear to ear. "I've got a hot date for Friday night. I broke up with this girl a year ago, and I thought she hatred my guts. She sure told everybody she did. But out of the blue she called me over the weekend and wants me to come by Friday night."
"What changed her mind?"
"Man, you know girls never really get over me."
"Bull."
"Not only that, but she made a point of saying her folks would be out for the night. Now do I wonder what that means? Pussy! That's what that means. Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!"
After the previous day's difficulties, spring practice that afternoon went smoothly for Ryan. The coach had Josh and him throwing passes to each other. He realized Josh was pretty good at that, and he knew he'd have some competition for the top quarterback slot in the fall. He sensed Josh's friendliness and was secretly glad Josh didn't ask him how the paint remover salve was doing. That was always an embarrassing moment at home, even though he was alone.
The showers went OK too. One guy slapped him on the butt when he was facing the wall in the corner, but when he looked up and saw it was one of the seniors who wouldn't be back next year anyway, he gave the guy a grin. The guy smiled and turned away. "Just checking you out, dude" he said.
Ryan couldn't understand these people and their ways. In Wyoming there was some horsing around in the showers, but it was guys popping their towels at other guys. Nobody out there would have put their hands on another guy's body.
Then there had been all those remarks players were making to Josh about a video of him on X-Tube. Why would they get so fascinated with stuff like that?
Ryan showered quickly, pushing to the back of his mind the embarrassing memory that last night he had dreamed about guys and strong bodies and people in the showers. It was only half remembered when he woke up, but it was something he didn't want to dwell on.
When he got home and was about to put the salve on, he looked up and saw Cody standing there in his room. Cody had done that this morning as well, and Ryan was puzzled since Cody at 14 was usually busy in his own little world.
"What're you up to?" he asked.
Cody shrugged. "Just watching you."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I just like to watch you."
"Well go find something to do on your own. I'm busy with stuff."
"Are you going to put that salve on?"
"Yes, so go."
"I want to watch."
"No, Cody."
Cody got agitated. His whole expression changed. He burst into tears and ran downstairs calling his mother. Ryan didn't know what that was about, but he got up, prepared to lock his door. Then he heard his mother calling him.
He passed Cody on the stairs. He noticed there were no more tears, just an evil grin on Cody's face.
In the kitchen his mother said, "Son, what's the real problem here?"
"Mom, he keeps following me around. He comes in my room and just sits staring at me. It gets creepy."
"Ryan, out of any of us, your little brother has had the hardest time adjusting. Your father has to work long hours now, getting used to his new position. He doesn't get home until late, and by then he's too tried to want to cope with things. I'm still unpacking as well as working on the details of our new financial situation since the move. I really need you to spend time with Cody and keep him happy."
"Mom" Ryan said, but then was silent. He knew she didn't like to argue, and if he pushed it, she might make new rules. She had already asked him if he would like to wait until fall to play football and spend this spring helping Cody to adjust.
She must have known what he was thinking. "It's important you help Cody. If that means dropping spring practice --"
"No, mom. I'll keep Cody happy."
"Thank you, son" she said putting her hand on his cheek. He nodded and left the room.
He found Cody standing on the stairs, a huge grin on his face. "Yes, Ryan" he whispered as Ryan got to him, "make me happy."
When they were back in his room, Ryan closed the door and turned to Cody. "Just what are you up to?"
"Nothing, Ryan. I just like being around my big brother. You could say I want to `get close' to you. Now let's get out the salve and get to work."
Ryan stripped while Cody watched. Then he began to apply the salve. Unknown to Ryan, Cody was wearing the belt with the camera buckle. Not only did he get some good pictures for Ace, he got to make comments like "You missed a spot there." Another time he said "You're not getting the back side of the balls very good. Let me help you." This jock stud who was his brother, was unknowingly putting on a show for him. He could imagine future scenarios where Ryan would be expected to do a lot more.
Ryan glared. "I'm capable of putting it on by myself. I don't need any help."
Cody frowned, crinkled his brow, and started to get his alligator tears ready. Seeing what was to come, Ryan decided playing football was worth any cost. That included keeping Cody happy. Reluctantly he handed him the salve. Cody grinned merrily.
Bit by bit, Cody was taking over...but Ryan didn't know it yet.
Over at the Johnson home, Ace was on the internet ordering Viagra with 2 day delivery. He had plans for Ryan and maybe for Zack as well. Some of it would depend on how well Cody could handle Ryan.
He wondered if Cody's balls drew up as tight when he thought of his brother as they had done when he showed him the secret pictures of Josh. He could envision a future where not only would Ryan become Cody's slave (and theirs too), but that Cody might actually want to fuck his own brother.
He could feel his dick getting hard. This blackmail and intimidation business sure could get a guy horny. His mind was full of images and ideas.
When Matt got to Josh's, he was carrying his yellow gym bag that contained the boxing gloves his brother made him wear. Tonight of course he wouldn't be wearing them, but his brother didn't know that.
Since each had already eaten, they stowed Matt's yellow bag in Josh's room and went out back to the tree house. It had been unused for several years (Pete and Tommy were much more interested in poking around real houses so they had not played in it). It was only about three feet off the ground, supported by two trees that had grown so close together they seemed to be one. It had a roof, side walls with open spaces for windows that were never installed, and an electric line run from the house that supported a single bulb that hung down from the ceiling.
There were two old bamboo chairs, and they sat down in them.
"How's the manager job for the team going? Josh asked.
"Good. You get to see a lot." Matt's eyes glowed. Josh knew what he meant.
"That kind of stuff turns you on, doesn't it?" He reached out and patted Matt's arm. He noticed that where last summer the arm had been hairless, there seemed to be a light dusting of black hairs. Instinctively he looked down at Matt's crotch to see if it had grown. Yes, there was a nice bulge in the briefs under Matt's khaki shorts.
Matt laughed. He put his hand on Josh's arm in return. "Are you saying you don't look too?"
"Maybe I look some, but you used to get bug eyed seeing all those dicks. You ought to be glad your dick was small back then, or you'd have gotten some fists thrown your way if they saw you boned while you looked."
"I know." Matt sighed. "Josh, let me tell you about something. I want to let you know how I feel about you and why I seem to get so pissed at you sometimes."
Josh looked over, surprised. He still had his hand on Matt's arm. He stroked it a little. "OK. What's wrong?"
"That day last summer what all this started. When I saw you naked by the creek and I climbed the tree and got your trunks, I thought we'd be friends. In fact I thought we'd learn stuff together. I didn't know much about sex and it didn't seem like you did. But while I waited for us to get together, you went and learned all that stuff on your own. I kept trying to get with you, and you were out having one sexual experience after another."
Josh had to agree. "But listen, the stuff that happened to me was accidental. Like Jennings making me drink a cup of my own cum, or stuffing three fingers up my butt and marching me around the basement, I was trying to get him to release Zack from a punishment I decided was unfair. And like with Steve Johnson, that wasn't really sex. We were just playing around. And with Chet-"
"You realty have been around the track a few times, haven't you Josh?" Josh was silent, then Matt said "The morning after that day at the creek, I was going to get you to come over to see the pictures, and I was going to ask you to blow me in return for me having gotten your trunks, having stuffed my finger up your butt to help you shoot, and for showing you the pictures. But everything changed so quick. Jennings got me to come over, put me in charge of Ben Stone's cock cage, and then got me the assistant manager's job with the team. The world just changed too quick."
A full moon was rising. Its brightness showed them each other's faces. Josh felt a sudden rush. Matt looked so great with the dark hair hanging in his face, the earnest expression in his gray eyes. His hand was soft on Josh's arm. Josh liked having it there.
"I've been kind of a shit, haven't I?"
"Well you certainly have run off in all directions without remembering your friends."
"I'm sorry. I'll start making up for it...tonight." Josh reached over and lightly touched Matt's crotch. Matt gave a small gasp and grinned.
"You think you can give me that blow job you've been promising?"
Josh could feel a certain hardness sprouting from Matt's groin. That was the feeling Josh lived for, but he didn't admit that to anybody. To him the real secret of power was to have his hand on a guy's dick and balls, to be able to do whatever he wanted to the guy, and to always have the guy willingly let him play around down there.
He slipped out of the chair and knelt in front of Matt. He unzipped him and slipped his hand in there, feeling his briefs and the hard thing that waited for him. As his fingers lightly grazed it, played along the length, rested lightly on the fabric covering the tip, Josh asked, "Matt, if you're the one controlling Chet's cock cage, do you think you could let me do something?"
Matt was lulled and carried gently along by Josh's close presence and the movement of his fingers. He had never felt fingers playing like that before. Of course he had had no experience, but still he thought it was magnificent.
"Sure, Josh, what is it?"
"Could you make a bargain with Chet that you'll give him a time out of the cage if he'll let me fuck him?"
Matt sat up abruptly. "What?"
"Please. Listen, all this got started because he fucked me up the butt, and then treated me like I was a piece of meat in a grocery. Please let me be able to do it to him in return."
"So that's it? You ask me over and start playing with me, and it's all to get me to force Chet to let you fuck him?"
"No I do like you, Matt, and I've been looking forward to tonight. Maybe we can get started back on the right track. But I got fucked and got nothing in return."
"Was he the first?"
"No, Zack was."
"Zack?"
"It's complicated. This teacher at school got him and me..."
"Have you ever fucked anyone?" Matt asked, his temper rising.
"Yes. Ricky."
"Ricky? How on earth did you get to screw-"
Josh realized how lame it all must sound. Particularly if he explained he was walking by and Ricky's brother asked him to join in on getting Ricky and one thing led to another, and...
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Matt. I know how bad all this must sound."
"Do you know what the word `slut' means?"
"Matt, I'm not that bad. Honest." He kept touching inside Matt's jeans, stroking the equipment with the feel of the fabric in between. Half to himself he added, "I just love doing this."
Matt had a thought. "How about if I fuck you? It sounds like everybody else has gotten to. Why not me?"
Josh could feel Matt's thing jump as he spoke. He stared unbuttoning Matt's jeans and slowly pulled them down to his waist. That gave him access to the briefs, which he pulled down that far as well. Now Matt's member stood stiff. "Definitely bigger than last fall" Josh said aloud. His fingers began caressing its warmth. Matt trembled.
"You haven't answered me, Josh." He started stroking Josh's cheek with his right hand, while his left played along Josh's lips.
Josh looked up into his eyes. "Let me fuck Chet and you can have everything you want."
Matt felt he had to explain. "Josh, I thought there was something between us. You're making it like a business deal where you'll do this if I do that. I'm not interested in a business partner. I wanted you. I've even brought some condoms I swiped out of Jennings' basement."
"Well that's good, since I still haven't gotten up the nerve to buy them at the drugstore. The girl behind the counter knows me and might tell my folks."
Matt continued to stroke Josh's face. Josh leaned forward and used his tongue to lick the tip of Matt's dick. Matt groaned. Josh pulled Matt toward him, getting him to stand so he could pull off his shorts and briefs. Matt removed his t-short and stood before Josh nude.
Still kneeling, Josh reached up and touched Matt's nipples. They were hard as little pencil erasers. He tweaked them, then slid his hands down Matt's chest, feeling the smoothness and the strength.
Moving his face between Matt's legs, he licked his balls while Matt let out little whimpering sounds like a puppy. Then he did another long slow lick of Matt's erection, starting at his balls and going all the way to the tip. When he took it in his mouth, he could feel Matt's legs shake. Continuing to suckle it, he reached behind Matt and caressed his nice round globes. He slid a finger down the crack canyon, and Matt wiggled. Then using one finger, he tapped lightly at the pucker spot. He wanted to probe in, but Matt stopped him.
"Let's wait a second. If you keep that up I'll shoot my load before we've had any fun."
"Then you could shoot another."
"No, it's my turn. Let me play with you now." Josh's body had gained bulk and muscle since the day at the creek last summer. Matt was surprised when pulling down Josh's jeans that he could see the legs were getting hairy. He enjoyed pulling off Josh's briefs, just because he liked to be that close to him. That's why he didn't pull the waistband down, but instead reached through a leg hole with his finger, touching the balls as he did so, and pulled them down on one side, then repeated it on the other. By the time they were below his knees, Josh's dick was bouncing.
When Josh was fully naked, Matt got him to lie on the floor so he could sit beside him, moving his hands over Josh's body. As might be expected, Josh's dick was pointing skyward.
"Being totally naked in front of other people really turns you on" Matt commented.
Josh nodded. He started to reach for his dick to give it a squeeze, but Matt put up a hand to stop him. "I'll do all the touching and squeezing for now" he said. He had been fascinated with that dick from the first time he had ever seen it. Now it was his to stroke, to touch, to suck, to enjoy. Precum dripped from the tip, glistening in the moonlight.
He used that to moisten the shaft as he lightly caressed it. Then leaning close he took it in his mouth, letting it first lie gently on his tongue. Now it was Josh's turn to moan. In many ways this was a new experience for him. Up to now, everyone had forced him or tricked him in order to do whatever they wanted to him. Now he was lying here being caressed by someone who had no axe to grind, no vindictive motive. He wished they were already upstairs in bed where things would be softer than this wooden floor.
Matt's fingers slipped below the balls to where they moved back inexorably to his hole. Josh bucked for a second as the tip of a finger caressed the tight opening. Bringing his finger back, Matt moistened it in the juice oozing from the tip of Josh's dick. Then he put it back at the hole, and lightly pushed. He continues sucking. As Josh resisted entrance to his hole, Matt stopped sucking, letting it once again lie on his tongue. Josh stirred, seemed puzzled, then began to catch on. On Matt's next try to gain entrance, Josh relaxed and Matt's finger went slowly inside. Josh moaned.
It was just one joint in, but it was there. I'm inside Josh' Mat thought, just like last summer when he wanted me to do that to help him shoot.' His old feelings for Josh were overwhelming. His own cock was rigid, alive and hard and almost quivering. He began letting his tongue baste Josh's bone as he pushed deeper into Josh's hole, now to the second joint. His nose in Josh's pubes filled his senses with the distinctive `Josh' smell that Matt remembered so well. Something deep inside him told him that was what it was all supposed to be, him and Josh together with no worries or fears.
When the finger was all the way in to the nuckle, Matt wiggled it and turned it slightly, trying to feel whatever he could that would turn Josh further on. A spongy thing he touched seemed to do the trick, and in seconds Josh was panting, moaning, and thrusting his hips, driving his shaft deeper into Matt's mouth. As it hit the back of Matt's throat, Matt gagged. Josh pulled back slightly, but Matt's finger on his magic button was driving him up the wall.
"Push with your tongue" Josh whispered. If he couldn't get into Matt's throat, he could get more force from the tongue. Matt complied readily with a force Josh didn't expect. The tongue became a hammer pushing against the underside of Josh's head, forcing more precum to keep spilling into his mouth.
They were both sweating, both in a fever of sexual heat. Josh realized he hadn't even asked Matt if he wanted to swallow. Now there was no time, for he was reaching his peak. When he exploded in Matt's mouth, it almost overwhelmed Matt. Hot and thick and rapid, Matt had to start swallowing rapidly to keep from being drowned in the stuff. It seemed good and rich in Matt's opinion, and he was glad to know for sure what Josh tasted like. He wanted to give Josh a turn as well.
But Matt had made one important decision in addition. Having now used his finger to enter Josh's butt, he wanted the whole thing. One way or another, he was going to have Josh completely. That meant anal as well as oral.
They lay there a moment, and then Josh heard his mother call.
"Josh, tell Matt his father's had a heart flair up and is being taken to the hospital. Matt's brother is on his way here to take Matt with him to go there."
They looked at each other, and then started grabbing clothes.
"Let's get together Thursday right after Sam's cookout" Josh said. "We'll meet here at the tree house."
End of Chapter Twenty Nine
(Thanks again for the emails. Events in the story seem to be moving to a head -- in all senses of the word. - Bart)