Chapter Seven - Working Stuff Out
Friday night's game was a big win for the team. Being played out of town, it meant a 45 minute ride back on the team bus. The bus was old and the seats were in bad condition, but all the boys managed to get on board without too much trouble. Pushing and shoving, calling out to a friend or griping at another guy, they came out of the dark night into the dim interior of the bus.
The coach sat up front behind the driver, and usually he put Matt up front with him. But since everyone was excited about the win, the coach was in a good mood and let Matt sit near the back with Jennings. The coach had been protective of Matt when the season first started, after he came across the boys taking Matt's pants off and throwing them around the bus. He didn't mind a little rough-housing, but he always tried to teach them not to pick on the little guys all the time. They would respond "Aw, Coach, that's the only way it's fun." So when he saw the possibility of trouble for Matt, he moved him up front. At the same time he began to think of ways the little guys could get even with the bigger ones in ways that would remind the big guys that some stuff isn't funny when it's happening to you.
He relented tonight when Matt and Jennings asked if they could sit together, and since Jennings had really starred in the game, Coach Wilson agreed. But he warned Jennings, "If I find you boys throwing the little guy's clothes out the bus window, you're all going to walk back home. Not just walk back home, but walk back home buck naked."
Once they were all seated and the bus pulled out in the dark and starless night, Jennings relaxed. He put his arm around Matt's shoulder and asked, "How do you like your job with the team? Are you finding it what you thought it would be?"
Matt was all smiles. "The guys are great. They kind of swat me on the butt sometimes and stuff like that, but they're great."
"I thought you'd enjoy the job."
"Thanks for getting it for me."
"Glad to. Now tell me, what guys do you enjoy watching get dressed or shower?"
Matt gulped and turned red, but in the darkness it didn't show. "How did you know?"
"I've seen your eager little eyes watching. You get a certain look when you're thinking about dicks and stuff, and that's how you look in the locker room."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Nothing to be ashamed of. Everybody's got a hobby. That one just happens to be yours. Enjoy it while you can -- the time will come when you'll be too old to get away with stuff like that."
"Oh gosh."
"Don't worry about that now. Just tell yourself that the future lies ahead, and you'll worry later on about what to do."
Matt settled back and thought about Jennings' question. "I guess I like Sam and Ted, the two linebackers. They're really well built and strong and all like that. They are big. I like to see their muscles moving when they're showering."
"I thought you were a dick man. Neither of those guys is very big in that department."
"Yes, but I like the rest of what they have. Really big butts. I bet if we had a dildo we could have some fun."
"Don't get too big for your britches, little hummer."
"I'm just saying, that's all. When I see them in the showers with those butts, I think about stuff like that."
"Don't let them catch you looking."
"I'm pretty careful. But I do like to keep my eyes out for good stuff to look at."
"What's the most unexpected thing you've gotten to see?"
"One day when Chet was about to put his clothes on, his balls must have started itching and he began scratching them. Somebody in another area had a radio playing, and Chet started dancing to the music. It was like he forgot what he was doing and just did a dance...and scratched. Then he sort of clicked back in, gave a quick start and got dressed in a hurry."
"Did you get a picture of it?"
Matt grinned and looked crafty. "I sure did. A couple of them. I even got a `good' one."
"What do you mean a `good' one?"
Matt leaned close as if sharing a deep secret. "I got one of him starting to bone up while he was dancing."
"Can you give me a copy?"
"Sure thing."
Across the aisle and two seats back, Josh was sitting with Ted and Sam. There wasn't a lot of room when the bus was full, and they told him they'd share their seat. He sat between the two of them. They were very close together. Part of that was on purpose: Ted had told Sam they ought to have some fun with Josh and play with him a little. It made them laugh to see how quickly anything could make Josh bone up.
The body heat from each of them was getting to Josh. Big guys who liked to have him sitting so close gave him a funny feeling, one he had been having too much of lately. On top of that, he was still hyper from the game. It had been a big night for him as well as the team. When their score was far enough ahead, Coach Wilson sent him in to get some quarterback practice. It was only for a couple of plays, but he knew every bit of experience helped.
Sam put his hand on Josh's leg. "We want to talk to you about something."
"OK."
"Drop your jeans."
"What?"
"We want to talk to you, the real you, son. So pull your little britches down to your ankles."
"What's all this son' and little britches' stuff? Why are you talking to me like I'm a kid?"
"You're not a kid, you're our little buddy. We just like to keep an eye on how our little buddy's doing."
"Why?"
Ted reached over and patted him on the head. "'Cause when you pull your britches down, that's the real you."
"I don't understand."
"Josh, we're not going to take your jeans and throw them out the window or anything. Why can't you pull your jeans down? Are you already boned or something?"
"No."
"Yes he is" Sam said. "See?" He pointed down to where Josh's bone was thrusting along his leg.
"Why don't you trust us, Josh? I ask you if you're boned and you lie. Then Sam had to check you to see what the situation really was."
Josh was getting more aroused by the minute. Finally he unzipped and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. The two guys laughed and patted his leg.
`See how easy that was? Now your bone can get some air. What we want to talk to you about is when the no underwear rule is abolished, we'd like you to still not wear anything under your trousers."
"Why? After the Grove Hill game new players always get to wear underwear again. Everybody knows that."
"Right, but we're asking you to do something for us. Go commando."
"Why would I want to do that?"
"Because you're our little buddy, right?" Sam was grinning.
Ted chimed in, "We like you better this way. See how much better you feel right now?"
Josh frowned. "I don't understand. You don't know how weird it makes me feel not to wear anything under my pants. And my mom's part of the football moms' club and they all know we get our stuff back after Grove Hill. She'll wonder why I didn't get mine when everybody else did. That's mean of you to make me do that. I'd have to start putting shorts in the laundry and I can't put clean shorts in because she'd find out. She'd know I'm not wearing them and she'll ask why."
Ted said "I'll tell you what: put your shorts in your pocket and bring them to school Sam and I will rub them all over ourselves, in our crotch and on our butt, and when you get home and put them in the laundry bag, the smell will prove you've worn them. But if we do that for you, you've got to promise not to sniff them as you jack off."
"I don't do that. That's sick."
"Really? When we get back, let's go in the gym while they're unloading stuff and we'll let you sniff us all over, and we'll see how turned on you get."
"I'm gonna move." He started to reach for his jeans. Both guys grabbed his arms, keeping him there. They shifted closer, putting their shoulders over his so his arms were pinned under their arms and chests.
"Stay put" Ted said. "You want to do stuff with us, don't you? Things like getting the basketball player again. You want to go along with us, right?"
Josh nodded. "But Ted look, if I don't wear anything under my jeans, I'm gonna get skid marks in the seat. My mom will know something's wrong."
Sam brightened up at that. "Oh hey, that's no problem. There's stuff left over from old initiations that we can use. We can find a small sized butt plug and stuff it in there. I guarantee nothing will come out of there until it's pulled."
"They made my brother wear one for a week when he was initiated. I've heard him talk about it. I couldn't take that."
"Aw, it'll be fun. Anyhow we always thought your brother brought a lot of things on himself. Nobody loves a smart-ass. Incidentally I have heard he exaggerates when he claims stuff he says they did to him in his initiation."
"Speaking of that" Sam said, "you ought to love wearing a butt plug since we hear you got off on having a finger up your butt when you were initiated."
"How did you know about that?"
"Oh some of the guys heard Jennings saying something, and they knew Matt was involved, so one day they caught him in the back room, and got the information out of him. It's funny what a 14 year old will tell you if he's buck naked on a training table with about six big guys rubbing him all over, tickling him, playing with his thing, twisting his nipples, and other appropriate stuff. After a while he didn't know whether to laugh or cry or just shoot off. He was gasping for air so hard they had to stop so he could tell them what he knew."
"This team means a lot to me. But if you try to do stuff like that or stuff with a butt plug, I'll quit rather than put up with it."
They were getting ready to pull into the school parking lot. Outside, parents in cars were waiting to give their sons a ride home. Coach stood up to make an announcement. When the linebackers saw him looking their way, they released Josh who pulled his jeans up. Coach must have seen something, because he gave them a look. Then he began:
"You boys did such a good job, I'm going to give you Monday afternoon off. No practice until Tuesday. But come prepared to work hard then. Grove Hill is Friday night."
There was a roar of approval. Then guys started piling into the aisles and shoving their way off. As Josh went past Coach, he looked down and saw the bone pointing out. He shook his head and asked, "What were you all up to back there?" Josh just smiled and hurried off.
His mom was there with Pete and Tommy, waiting in the car. Josh got in up front. After a little conversation, his mother said "Your brother's coming home next weekend for the Grove Hill game."
Josh's heart sank. But it sank even lower when she added, "He's bringing two of his fraternity brothers with him. We'll have a full house."
"Whee!" Tommy said excitedly.
"Maybe you'll be gone back home by then" Josh said.
"Son, that's not a very nice thing to say." Then calling into the back seat to Tommy: "We're very glad to have you as long as you need to stay. By the way, we'll all have to double up with so many boys in the house and people will have to share rooms and use spare cots or something to take care of everyone. Josh you may have to share your bed with somebody."
Tommy practically jumped over on to the front seat. He had been sitting behind Josh and leaning forward. He practically exploded in Josh's ear when he yelled, "Let me! I want to sleep with Josh! I'll do it! Pick me!"
Josh's mother smiled. "Son, you seem to have a big fan there."
"He's not sleeping in my bed" Josh mumbled to his mother.
She glanced over. "Son, that's not very nice. He's just a little boy. He practically worships you."
Josh remembered the night Troy and Tommy had gotten' him. He knew they had only been forced to quit because time ran out, and they were anxious to finish up. He also knew Tommy was fascinated with his dick, and with playing with it. He knew if he were ever held prisoner by Tommy, he'd have a very bad time. Like that would ever happen' he thought to himself.
"What about me" Pete asked. "Who'll sleep with me?"
"We could put up a cot in Josh's room and you could join them. Then Troy's friends could have your room and you all could share the bath. You'd all be close together. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Josh felt the trumpet of doom about to sound. Disaster was approaching.
If Josh was right and disaster was approaching, the weekend wasn't much better. Tommy kept coming into his room and he had no privacy. He couldn't jack off at home with Tommy there, so by Saturday he went down to the school to look around the gym. Finding a deserted stall, he whacked off for all he was worth. He was amazed at the amount of cum he shot. It seemed like ever since he got initiated by the varsity, he was shooting consistently bigger loads. He felt like as long as he could shoot a load when he needed to, he could get through anything. But that was before what happened Monday morning.
When Josh got to the front of the school, Zack was waiting for him. Zack always looked a little bit Mediterranean with black hair and eyes and a dark skin that looked perpetually sun tanned. Josh was fair and blue eyed, Zack was the reverse. Josh was lean and sinewy while Zack, though slender, was more muscled. Zack was slightly taller and at 16 had more hair on his body. Josh had noticed in class that sometimes Zack almost generated heat, like a little furnace sometimes was clicked on in his body.
`What's up?" Josh asked. He was a little surprised because Zack had never seemed to look for him before.
"I've got to tell you something, man." It was apparent Zack was worried.
Other students walked by as they stood there. There was noise as people called out to each other, and there was some shoving as the crowd grew.
"Let's go inside and find some place to talk" Josh suggested.
They went down the crowded hall until they made a turn to a less used area where an empty classroom stood. Once inside and with the door closed, Zack leaned closer and put his hand on Josh's shoulder.
"Stuff's gonna happen today. Mr. Wylie is going to make the two of us stay after class together."
Josh was sick. He didn't like the stuff Mr. Wylie was making him do as it was, and if Zack was there to see it...
Zack must have guessed what Josh was thinking by the look on his face. He shook Josh's shoulder. "It's not what you think. He's got me doing stuff too."
"You? How did he get you?"
"He rents the garage apartment at my house. My folks have always had someone living there. With him being a school teacher, my folks thought it would be perfect. They're old fashioned and think teachers and education are handed down."
"But why is he making you..."
"He's got something on me. My folks would die if they knew. There's this girl, Arla, who lives across the street. We were sort of fooling around one day in my living room while my folks were out, and he came by and saw through the window that she and I were going at it on the sofa."
Josh was shocked but in a different way. Here was a guy his own age who was already screwing girls. How could he be doing it when Josh himself was always having trouble even getting a date?
Zack leaned closer. Josh could feel the heat. Zack's hand on his shoulder was turning him on. "Josh, always pee before you go to his class. If he gets you to do stuff, you won't have a chance to, and it could make things a lot worse."
"I've sort of learned that. But what's he going to do with the two of us?" Josh was totally boned now. The effect of the hand on his shoulder, the heat from Zack, and his voice taking about stuff was way too much.
"I'm afraid it'll be what he does to each of us, but in front of each other."
"I couldn't ever do that in front of anybody" Josh said.
"Huh?" Zack was surprised. "I hear you did it in front of some guys on your team..."
Josh was instantly upset. That story was getting around far too fast. "It's not...I mean I did, but..."
"Whatever, man. I haven't ever done it in front of anybody, so just remember it's gonna be far harder for me than for you."
"What all has he done to you?"
Before Zack could answer, the opening bell rang. He looked down at Josh's pants and said, "You're totally boned, man. Can't you do something about that?"
With that, Zack turned and was gone. Students began coming in to the classroom. Josh jammed his hand in his pocket and headed for his locker. He thought about going to the bathroom but knew there wasn't time. His first period English class was about to begin.
The morning went quickly. Third period was Algebra, and Josh knew he could make a quick trip to the bathroom after that. He'd be prepared for fourth period with Mr. Wylie. But what he wasn't prepared for was that he suddenly boned up again just before the end of class.
When the bell rang he went straight to the bathroom and got a urinal without any waiting. But the waiting began when he realized he was too boned to pee right away. Remembering the problem from the other day, he concentrated hard. Finally he got the flow to going.
But as he finished up, a guy beside him said "Aren't you the guy who was so boned up last week in here? What are you doing back? Can't you find another bathroom to use?"
"Yeah" said another. "You give this place a bad name. What's your problem anyway?"
Josh just hurried out. Once he got his underwear privileges back, he'd be OK. There was no need to fight any battles he didn't have to."
It was during class fourth period that Mr. Wylie said "Mr. Hawkins and Mr. Raider, may I see you in my office after class?"
Zack and Josh looked at each other. They knew their time had come.
Once inside the office, with all the students gone to lunch, Mr. Wylie was very matter of fact.
"Drop your pants. Both of you."
For Josh it was quick, since without underwear his pants fell to the floor and his dick bobbed out just below the hem of his t-shirt. For Zack it took longer, since he not only dropped his pants, but he had to take off his blue boxers.
Josh was amazed at what a good body Zack had. His dick was already hanging long, and his balls were a compact hairy baseball sized package. Zack looked over at what Josh had and said "I've seen it in your pants, but it's even better on the outside."
Wylie looked at both of them. `Today you each will eat a sandwich, and you'll add your special sauce to it. But Zack will eat Josh's sauce, and Josh will eat Zack's."
Josh couldn't believe it. It was bad enough having to do stuff with Zack while Mr. Wylie watched, but now he would in effect be eating Zack's cum. He started to speak but Zack shot him a look. He remembered Zack had said "Just play along."
"How should we do it?" Zack asked.
Mr. Wylie smiled and nodded. "Good man. You're ready to start. How about you, Mr. Raider?"
Josh nodded. "Yes sir."
"I see you're both hard. Well, maybe Mr. Hawkins is not fully hard but we'll fix that. So the first step is "addressing the source.' In this instance that means Mr. Raider, you need to kiss Mr. Hawkins' instrument."
"Sir?"
"Lean down and open your mouth. As you approach his erection, you'll kiss it on the tip, then with your mouth open let him inset it inside. Once inside, let it sit there on your tongue until it is fully hard."
Josh gulped. He didn't want to do it, but Zack would be doing it to him, so maybe it wouldn't end up being so bad. He crouched down and opened his mouth. The bone of Zack's was crowned by a big head, one where the outside had a ridge that looked almost like a wall at its edge. Beyond that the canyon at the start of the bone was deep and defined. Josh had never seen anything like it, even though in sports he had showered around guys for years. Maybe when Zack got circumcised, the doctor had given him a designer head.
Wylie leaned in very close, so close Josh could feel his breath as eh watched the operation. "Wider, Josh. Open wider."
Gradually the head came in, Josh was surprised how hot it felt on his tongue. He tentatively let his tongue move it a little.
"OK, that's enough. It's rigid. Now it's Mr. Hawkins turn to do the same for you."
Josh ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth after Zack pulled out. It gave him a funny feeling, but he decided it wasn't all bad. Something about Zack impressed him a lot. Josh didn't want to admit what it was. He took a deep breath.
Zack now bent down and opened his mouth. First he kissed Josh's tip, which made his white bone start bouncing.
"Perhaps we shouldn't do too much, since Mr. Raider is about to have an orgasm without our help."
"Oh I need help" Josh said hastily, afraid of missing out on a chance for a real thrill. Zack opened his mouth. The first thing Josh was aware of as he pushed in was how warm it felt in there, how soft, how liquid, and how great the tongue that was moving along his head was. Josh could have kept it here forever if they had let him.
After a moment he was told to pull out. The two boys stood side by side in front of the desk. There was an open faced sandwich on each of the two plates.
"I want you to shoot as close together as possible, so that each of you will have the benefit of a nice hot sauce on his food. There's no point in one of you eating a sandwich while the other struggles to produce the sauce. Each of you take the other's `tool' and point it at the plate. Are you both very hard?"
Josh nodded. He knew he was. He saw Zack nod as well.
"All right then, let's begin."
Zack's bone felt hot to Josh, but more than that it felt tough, as if it had flogged its way through a million fists or something to get this hard. And that incredible head seemed almost defiant as he touched it.
Zack held his bone and Josh responded to the fingers touching and holding and squeezing. He danced on one foot almost as he tried to keep things under control.
"I'm about to shoot" Josh warned. Zack dropped his hand immediately and said "I need to get mine harder than this. I've lost a little."
Wylie looked at Josh. "Your mouth, Mr. Raider? Can you give him a warm-up?"
Josh dropped down and opened his mouth. When Zack inserted it in there, it didn't seem to have gone down any to Josh. In fact there seemed to be more precum than before. He liked the taste of Zack's., so he didn't say anything. His tongue began moving again. He was overwhelmed with the scent of Zack's balls, his crotch, his pubes, the whole hairy area there.
"Teeth" Zack winced.
"Sorry."
"Mr. Raider, you need to work on that. Improve your technique. We don't want anyone to leave here with teeth marks or sore spots." Wylie sounded authoritative on that.
"I'll help Josh on that, sir. I'll spend some extra time with him."
"I'm sure you will, Mr. Hawkins." Now let's get back to spreading the sandwich."
Josh stood back up and touched Zack's bone again. It was having a mysterious effect on him. It was like a magnet drawing him to it. When he held it, he felt almost like he was in a trance.
Finally the time came when they shot. It was like dueling penises or crossed swords, Josh aiming at Zack's sandwich, while Zack pointed his over at Josh's sandwich. When it was done, Mr. Wylie again took the spatula and gathered anything that missed the target, as well as generously spreading out what was already in place.
"Mr. Raider, you seem to have a lot of sperm every time. That's good. Now you two eat up while I watch you. Then you can dress and leave."
Josh had the feeling that Zack's sperm was saltier than his own, but he couldn't be sure. He looked at Zack's dick as he ate, thinking about what had come out of it and how it was now going down in his stomach. As if he read his mind, Zack said "A part of me in now inside you. How does it feel?"
Josh thought about it a moment, and then turned to Mr. Wylie. "Are we going to have to have ham every day?"
"Well perhaps after you and Mr. Hawkins have reached an arrangement about your problems, I can leave you to your own devices. Let's just see how things go."
As they left, they decided to go to Zack's after school, since no one would be home.
"We've got to figure a way out of all this" Josh said.
"Don't worry. We'll go up to my room and work things out."
After school they walked to Zack's together. Some autumn leaves were still falling. It was a beautiful afternoon. Zack's home was an older two storied house, sent in a neighborhood that was showing its age.
They went right up to Zack's room. "Let's get undressed" Zack said, "and I'll show you some tips about sucking." They stripped quickly.
Then followed a moment of awkwardness. They stood there, nude and boned. The house was empty and silent. Josh stared at Zack's bone. It was just as full as it had been at school, its head pointing out with a strength all its own.
"You need to use your tongue more. It's called `servicing' a dick. Let it roll around like you want to get all the flavor. Now I'll sit here on the edge of the bed and you get down there and try it."
Josh went down on one knee and moved deep within Zack's legs. He could feel the power of the leg muscles and the bristly hairs that ran along the thighs. He could smell the warm `Zack' smell, a mix of heat and balls and sweat. It was almost overpowering. He opened his mouth and got ready to receive the head.
He reached out his tongue and licked it. He could feel it tremble as he heard Zack gasp. Slowly he received it into his mouth, then slowly closed his lips. Zack reached out and began to stroke Josh's head, moving his fingers tenderly and expertly over his features, even playing with his ears.
Josh sloshed his tongue over the bone, around the head, along the length. As it neared the back of his mouth, he gagged.
"That's OK" Zack whispered. "Don't rush things. Learn it a little at a time. We've got plenty of that. Just suck on it for a while. Feel the juices, loll the tip of your tongue at the head and feel the power."
The whole thing was so overpowering that Josh had to reach down and grasp the tip of his bone. That sent sparks through his whole body and he shuddered.
"Watch it' Zack whispered urgently. "Watch out for those teeth."
As Josh practiced, Zack told him "Let's try it a better way. You lie flat on the bed and I'll sit on your chest and feed it to you. That way I can show you better. Also Josh, excuse me for saying this, but it's considered rude for a guy to be working his own dick while he's servicing someone else."
"Oh. I didn't know."
"Right. That's why we're practicing this, so you'll know."
"But how can I get off then? I mean I was only squeezing it because I was so horned. What's wrong with that? Why can't I feel good too?"
"But don't you see how gross that would be if you shot off and the guy you were servicing hadn't gotten off yet? That would be like a slut, somebody only out for himself."
"Well when can I get some relief?"
"OK, I'll show you. Lie down flat on the bed and I'll get on your chest."
Josh lay down, his dick massively boned and dripping. The whole head was glistening, and it was starting to run down the shaft of the bone. As Zack got on him, the effect was overwhelming. Zack towered over Josh, straddling his chest and edging forward with his massive dick. It was slick from Josh's saliva and well as from precum. It bobbed up and down as Zack scrunched up to Josh's open mouth. The smell of Zack, his sweat and musk and ball-charged odors was overpowering. In that moment it was as if Josh belonged to him and the two were about to become one, like a massive stallion with a human body.
He leaned over Josh so that Josh didn't even have to tilt his head to receive the bone. Zack began a slow thrusting as he said "Now I'll give you some relief. I'll reach back and take your dick. But if you're servicing someone, you don't ever take your own dick. He will give your relief if he wants to. But you're servicing him for his pleasure, not for yours."
Josh grunted acceptance as Zack continued his thrusts. He reached back and touched the tip of Josh's bone, and was pleased to feel it quiver. He had learned that times like this were best for teaching, so he said "Always thank the guy afterward. Always swallow all his cum. And if somehow he doesn't work you off, don't worry about it. Go home and jack off and know you've done a good thing for someone else."
His dick seemed so huge going into Josh's mouth. He felt like his jaws were going to break or be so sore he wouldn't be able to eat afterward. But he kept up his tongue working and was rewarded by a pat on the cheek. If he had not been so close to shooting off, he might have wondered how he had gotten himself in this situation when it all began with him having an erection in World History class.
Had Zack continued to play with his dick head, he might have shot off. But as Zack neared the point of orgasm, he stopped touching the head and concentrated on his own emotions as he began to pump faster. Josh could feel the thing grow in his mouth, feel the head suddenly become like an angry wolf striking at his cheeks and throat.
Josh was about to go crazy wanting to touch his own dick. But there was no way he could reach around Zack to get to it. It was agony to be so close, so desperate. And then Zack shot off. It filled Josh's mouth as he swallowed frantically; it came out his nose as he began to cough. "Swallow it! Swallow it!" Zack kept saying even as he himself was vibrating from the orgasm.
The dick was so strong, so pumped up, it seemed to have a life of its own inside Josh's mouth. As he swallowed, Josh continued to tongue it, particularly the tender spot under the head. He had noticed that the spot really got to Zack.
They were both sweating when Zack pulled out and rolled over beside Josh. He leaned his head close to Josh and said "You did a great job, man." Then he began to lightly touch Josh's chest, playing with the nipples as he did so. Josh's bone was still rampant, still precum soaked, still pointing skyward.
Looking at his friend with joy in his eyes, Josh asked, "Will you suck me now?"
Zack's expression changed. "Aw, Josh. I'm worn out from your great service. Why don't I let you handle that yourself?"
Josh was flabbergasted. "You want me to suck you, but you won't suck me in return?"
"Well maybe some other time, Josh. But actually I'm more of a butt man."
"But I thought it was going to be a fair swap, me and you."
"Well I did let you kiss my dick at lunch and I kissed yours. And I ate your cum and you ate mine. I think that's enough for today, don't you? I men I'm sexed out. You just got my best shot."
Josh felt betrayed. "I thought we were friends."
"Sure we're friends, and we're partners in getting the best of Mr. Wylie. But I'm a butt man, not a dick licker."
"That's cold, man."
They were silent for a few moments. Josh looked over at Zack's body, his balls now relaxed as two eggs in a limp sack, his chest with sweat on it, and his powerful dick lying there halfway at rest. Josh felt a terrible agony. He realized that he liked someone who didn't really like him in the same way.
Then in a matter of fact voice Zack said "I see your dick is still hard. Tell you what, get on your hands and knees on the bed and I'll teach you some stuff and maybe help you get off."
Josh really wanted to just say no and leave, but the spell of Zack, the power and the aroma, were too great. When he was on his hands and knees, Zack got behind him. Josh's balls were drawn up tight he was so close to shooting, and his dick was pressed fiercely against his stomach like it wanted to drill a hole in it.
Zack lightly stroked his butt. "Nice, Josh. Hairless, smooth like a baby's. Nice ass crack." He ran his finger down it and Josh shivered.
"You like old Zack playing with you, don't you Josh."
Josh didn't answer. Zack reached between his legs and grasp his balls.
"Better give me an answer, Josh."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because we're friends. You're my buddy. I'm going to teach you stuff, OK?"
He reached beyond the balls and grasped Josh's bone. Josh gasp. He was on the brink of cuming. Zack touched the head and gathered some of the copious precum that was dripping there. As Josh scrunched his eyes and clinched his fists to keep from firing off, Zack carefully coated a finger and ran it down Josh's ass crack. Josh knew that if anybody shoved a finger up his butt, he was gone. He'd fire off all over the place. It was his secret weapon to make himself cum.
"I'm going to check something out here, Josh, in case you ever get in trouble. When I was 14, Enzo from down the block grabbed me after school and carried me up to his room and fucked my little ass raw. I'm going to loosen you up in case anything like that starts to happen to you."
Before Josh could answer, Zack took his other hand and returned to touching Josh's pole. The effect was so powerful Josh didn't say a word. After toying with the hole, Zack told him "I'm inserting one finger now."
Zack slowly pushed. After a bit he said `Relax, Josh. Push out, and I'll push in." That worked. Josh had never had a feeling exactly like this before. With the exception of when Matt did it to him by the creek last summer, only his own finger had even gone up his anal canal.
At that point Zack began sliding the finger into him, and then pulling back. It still felt odd and sort of hurt. After a little, he relaxed and got more used to it. He still had to hold back. If he could get Zack to squeeze his dick when he entered his hole, it would be perfect. Nothing was ever worse than shooting off into space without being able to jack his dick while it happened.
"Can you work my dick some?" he asked.
Zack's other hand came under his body and reached his pole. "I'm going to wrap my hand around it. If you shoot off on my bed, I swear I will not only make you lick every drop up, but I'll find ways to punish you that you wouldn't imagine."
Zack kept to his word, he didn't move his hand but just kept it tightly wrapped there. Josh would have enjoyed it except this aggressiveness on Zack's part was taking the fun out of what they were doing. Then Zack inserted a second finger into him as well and that was painful. Josh started to say something but Zack took his hand off Josh's bone and clapped it on his mouth.
"This is a stretching time, Josh. I can see into your nice little hole to where it's juicy red inside. I like a good hole, man. I'm going to help fix yours." He pushed further and spread the fingers apart.
Josh moaned and his dick agonized at the loss of the hand that was giving him so much unmoving pleasure. Zack certainly seemed to know how to hold his dick and give the most pleasure without doing much.
Zack began turning his fingers inside Josh. This was magic. So much better than then old way Josh did it to himself in the shower. By comparison, Josh poking himself with one finger was nothing. This was truly the big time and Josh loved it. His groans attracted Zack's curiosity.
"You're really loving this, aren't you?"
Josh nodded. "But keep holding my dick while you do it."
Zack smiled. "Roll over on your back and grab your legs and pull them up to your chest."
Josh prepared to climb on him and do the big insertion. "Here comes my dick. Now lean forward and get it wet before I put it in you."
Josh complied. Zack's meat was as hot as any time Josh had tasted it. Zack thrust at the entry, paused, then slowly slipped it in, giving Josh a chance to breathe between each step. For Josh it was as if Zack were holding him, engulfing him with his body and his power.
"Now I'll start. And I'll work your dick for you. You concentrate on holding your legs up wide. And when you shoot off, it'll go on your chest and not on my bed."
Josh nodded. It was painful at first, but after a while the movement got to him, the thrill of having Zack inside him, the ecstasy of his hand pounding the life out of Josh's bone.
They came almost simultaneously. Both of them were wracked with the sexual spasms of completion. Zack collapsed on top of him.
When they had recovered, Zack said "Now we need to go over the rules."
"Rules?"
"Number one: you can suck my dick, but you can't ever touch my dick again. That privilege goes only to a very few people. You won't know the thrill of pounding my bone, playing with my piss slit, twisting around its head until I cry out in ecstasy. But your tongue can learn how to experience these things.
"Number two: I will not suck you off. I'll give you a hand job when you do something for me that I like, but otherwise you'll have to be content jerking yourself off.
Number three: I can fuck you in the ass but you can't do that to me. Sometimes I may let you tongue my butt hole, but mainly I'll play with your smooth white ass and get my fun plundering you.
"Is that clear?"
Josh was disgusted. "No way. I'm through. I'm going home and never getting around you again for any reason. You're crazy as hell."
Zack grinned. Josh didn't like the kind of vengeful grin it was. Then in a loud voice, he shouted: "Oh Mr. Wylie, can you show Josh the camera?"
End of Chapter Seven
(Thanks for the emails. I hope this chapter wasn't too `evil.' By the end of the story, things will turn out well for the good and the bad will get what's coming to them. -- Bart)