Guys have sex in this bit of the story so don't like it or under 18 go away, please.
This is Peter's continuation; I tidied it up for sending in. Thanks for comments on part 1. Part 2? Comments to me; I'll tell Peter.
Hope you guys like it - Peter does it for me.
Billy .... Chapter Two
'MIDNIGHT HAVE IT OR FREDDY GETS SPITROASTED'
Yup, that's exactly what it said.
"We should let the front office know at once," I said. "And contact the police."
"Office'll be closed already. Anyway, we don't know what it's all about. Might just be some game Freddie and his mates play. Best check. We best find Freddie," Jake suggested.
"He was gonna sleep over with some guy called Ricky," I remembered.
"The magazine!" shouted Jake.
"Huh?"
How is a magazine going to help, I wondered, But sure enough, the Goth magazine had Ricky's address label pasted right on the cover.
R. Haley
13 Cemetery Road
Elmerdale.
"I bet this is Ricky's magazine and that must be his address," said Jake.
"Obviously, but how are we going to find this place?"
"We'll hit main street and take a taxi."
"I didn't see any taxies."
"Then we'll ask at MacDonald's where to find Cemetery Road, it's a small town, it can't be too hard to find."
I had my reservations about that, but I was not about to stay behind alone in the trailer of death.
As it turned out we were in luck. Well before we got to McDonald's we met a local who told us where to find the cemetery. It was just outside of town, our side of town.
Before we even got to the cemetery itself, we found number 13, Cemetery Road.
We rang the door bell but got no answer.
"Bell must be dead," concluded Jake, and he pushed on the door. It swung open.
There was some heavy metal music coming from the door at the end of the passageway.
"That must be it," I guessed, and knocked on the door.
No answer.
Jake pushed open the door, and a strong, sweet smell almost overwhelmed me as I followed him in. There was Freddie stretched out on the bed and a very pale guy, dressed completely in black and smoking, was standing next to him.
"Freddie!" I called out, but got no response.
"Who the hell are you pair?" asked the guy in black, spinning round to confront us.
He turned down the music some and glared.
He looked older than us, about seventeen or eighteen.
"Jake and Billy, from Freddie's place," Jake broke in again, sticking out his hand.
"Rick," answered the guy in black, sticking his odd-looking cigarette between his teeth and then taking the hand.
"We need to talk to Freddie," explained Jake.
"That'll have to wait, he's kinda out of it just now," said Rick, pointing to a bottle of Scotch on the floor.
"Oh."
I hesitated. Now what? "You're friends of Fred?" asked Rick.
"Sort of, we're sleeping in his trailer," answered Jake.
"Oh yeah, the fucking Trekkies. He told me about you. Look, while you're here, give us a hand will you?"
And with that, Rick started to take one shoe off Freddie.
Making him comfortable for bed, that's nice, I thought. I undid the other shoe. Next, Rick undid Freddie's belt and pulled down his zipper. Guess these guys know each other rather well, I concluded. Jake and Rick took one pant leg each and pulled the jeans off Freddie. That's when I was reminded Freddie wore no underwear.
I tried not to stare as Freddie's dick, uncut, amidst a bush of black hair, flopped into view. Above, his belly button was visible, pierced with a silver pin.
"Uh, did he bring his pyjamas?" I asked, trying to be helpful as well as trying to distract myself. I had started stiffening up. Well, come on, two real boy cocks right in front of me within a few hours. What can you expect? Rick just laughed.
"Jimjams? No. Actually, we're just getting him ready for a little operation. Freddie's been wanting this for a while, but he's too chicken to do it himself."
With that, Ricky picked up the whiskey bottle and poured a little over the tip of Freddie's penis. Next, he took hold of it, pulled back the foreskin, and poured some more.
"Stop, fuck!" shouted Freddie, seeming to awake from the dead.
"Aw that's just the alcohol stinging a little in the piss slit, man. Nothing to worry about," said Rick.
This reassurance, however, seemed to escape Freddie. He was groaning, starting to move his legs and reach for his genitals with one hand.
Rick caught his hand and handed it over to me.
"Here, hold his hands for him, will you? Keep them away from his dick, else we'll have to sterilize it again.'
What could I do? I didn't want Freddie having to go through that pain a second time, so I held his hands, pressed firmly to his chest.
"Chill out, have some more of this joint," Rick said in an almost soothing voice as he stuck the cigarette between Freddie's lips. With his back turned to Freddie, Rick pulled out a safety pin and opened it up, inspecting its sharp point.
"You there," he instructed Jake. "Sit on his legs. If he moves at the wrong time this could get messy."
Jake squatted on Freddie's legs and we both watched in horrid fascination as Rick grabbed Freddie's dick firmly and stuck the safety pin right through the foreskin on the underside, at the frenulum right next to the glans.
"Ouch, no, fuck!" shouted Freddie, struggling against Jake and me. A little blood was seeping down the pin. Rick picked up the joint that had fallen out of Freddie's mouth, and stuck it back in his own. Next he doused on some extra whisky on the wound for good measure.
"Ouch, God, Christ, stop, fuck, fuck!!" Freddie protested, now much more alert than before.
Jake and me just looked at each other. I could not believe we were doing this, that I was participating in somebody's mutilation. Maybe not entirely voluntary mutilation either, from the looks of it. Rick closed the safety pin.
"OK all done. See, that wasn't so bad."
Then he pulled out a second safety pin.
"The one going right through the cockhead itself is going to be the trickier one, think we should do it now while we're warmed up?"
Freddie didn't answer, probably being back somewhere in lah-lah land. I knew then that I was going to be sick. I wanted to let go of Freddie's hand, but it would probably do more damage than good to let Freddie rub his pierced foreskin now.
"Uh, are you sure that pin is big enough ...?" asked Jake, hesitantly.
Rick inhaled deeply through his joint, and then admitted "I was just kidding, we're gonna wait and see how he likes the one in the foreskin first, replace it with a button pin, see how that feels. Want a drag?"
"Sure" said Jake, sucked on what was left of the cigarette, and then held it out to me.
"No thanks" I said. For starters I don't smoke, and certainly not on something that had been in the mouth of at least three other guys already, all with unknown conditions of health. Rick took it back.
"Now what did you need to see Freddie about?"
So Jake told him about the note and the barbeque skewer.
"Must be the damn Tawney brothers." Rick spat out the name.
"Well, thanks for the warning, but don't worry about it. Freddie boy is safe here," he stated.
Somehow I was not totally impressed with the security of the place, seeing as we had walked straight in.
"You guys can stay here too, if you want," Rick offered. "We'll dump Freddie here on the floor, He won't know the difference, not for a while, in his state. You two can have the bed."
"Thanks, but that won't be necessary, we're fine," I answered before even thinking about it. I mean, just what was he assuming? That I was some sort of ... I mean, did I look as if I was desperate to jump into bed with Jake? Jake interrupted this train of thought.
"Look, man. What's going down? Me and Bill are kinda caught up in this. No way do I fancy being asleep in that trailer at midnight. You think it's safe here? Don't these Tawney guys know where you live? Isn't this a job for the police?"
"No, no. It's ... personal," said Rick, shaking his head vehemently.
He paused and seemed to consider things.
"Me and Freddie," he started, "we ... we fooled around with Tark Tawney. You know?"
"I think we don't know," I challenged.
"You know," he repeated, not very helpfully.
"Fooled around as in 'fooled around'?" asked Jake.
Even I couldn't miss the inflection in his voice.
"Oh! Like ... you did sex ..." I exclaimed. I couldn't help myself.
Rick looked at me oddly.
"Freddie thought it would be a laugh. We took an end each. Savvy? Not that Tarky wasn't well up for it."
Rick paused again. Jake nodded to convey that he understood. Me, I was still finding all this hard to follow.
"So, Freddie got it on his mobile," Rick continued. "All the dude action. We said we'd post it on youtube. But that was just a joke, honest. Well, Tark's big brothers freaked when they heard. They want the mobile. Some shit about family honour, and all that."
"So give 'em it? You ain't already posted it, have you?" asked Jake.
"No way. Me and Freds are on that as well. What do you take us for?"
"Couple of porno stars?" Jake suggested.
Rick laughed.
"Problem is, wanker here has gone and lost the fucking mobbie."
"Oh shugar," I said. "We badly need to pow-wow."
Rick again looked at me oddly.
Jake interrupted again.
"Ignore him. He just means we need to talk, make plans."
"Seems obvious to me," I said.
They both turned to look at me. I detected a slight sneer, as if I couldn't plan my way out of a rugby scrum.
"First we try to find the mobile. Second we get back to the trailer and negotiate. Find some ploy that gives us time to make them ...more reasonable."
Jake and Rick looked at each other again.
"This boy's not daft exactly," approved Rick.
"Seems sensible," agreed Jake.
First thing was to try to sober Fred up if we were to find the missing mobile. I suggested strong black coffee and walking him round the room. I know, all you end up with is a wide awake drunk, but at least we could then try to discover where the mobile was. Rick went off to make coffee while Jake and I hoisted Freddie onto our shoulders and started round the room. Ten minutes, several circuits and several coffees later Fred at least began to complain.
"Fuck's sake, man. My cock hurts like fuck."
He turned towards me and grinned.
"Hey! You're that cute kid kipping in my trailer, ain't you? Rick, thish ish the one with the cute ash I wash telling you about."
Cute ass! Me? "Oh fuck!" exclaimed Rick. "He's getting a hard on!"
I glanced down and it was unmistakeable. Freddie's cock was certainly on the rise.
"Damn thing'll start bleeding. He's gotta get rid of that hard on."
Jake and Rick looked at each other. I was contemplating sending Rick for a bucket of water; that pair had other ideas.
"Only one thing for it," muttered Jake.
Rick nodded his agreement.
"If you will oblige ..." he said.
Jake dropped to his knees leaving me supporting Freddie's weight and, you won't believe this, honestly you won't, but he popped the tip of Freddie's cock into his mouth! He did! Beam me up, please!
"Good man," said Rick. "Try and stop the foreskin retracting. Can you?"
Jake nodded as his mouth worked away. It looked to me like he was chewing gum, only he wasn't chewing. Obviously. I could see Freddie's knob poking into Jake's cheek, like a gobstopper.
Some gobstopper.
Freddie was grinning still and leaning right into my face.
"Your mouth lookz az good az your butt."
And then he tried to kiss me. He stank of whisky and he smelled of rank coffee and the metal rings jabbed at my face. I felt like I'd been warped into some nightmare universe. I knew my duty, however, and I kissed back, my lips covering his. I felt his tongue probe at my mouth. Having no choice and realising I had got a better end of the deal than poor Jake, I allowed his tongue to enter, to run across my teeth, explore my mouth. You know, it was not as gruesome as you might expect.
Rick came towards us and, reaching over, began to fondle Freddie's balls.
"I'll try and hurry him along."
'They are trying to make him jizz,' I thought.
I couldn't help thinking that the bucket would have been a better plan but, damn, I suppose boys will be boys. I'd come across dafter stunts at school and I had learned there's no use telling guys. They go their own stupid way.
I felt a tremor move over Freddie's body; he seems to wilt momentarily, lean heavily against me. Then, suddenly, he stiffened, removed his lips from mine and groaned.
Looking down, I saw Jake's eyes widen. Then Jake swallowed.
Standing up, Jake wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Some load," he remarked. "Why didn't you jerk him off before you started. That boy's balls were pretty tanked."
Fred was now resting happily on my shoulder. His prick was slowly dropping down into the resting position. Fascinated I watched, desperately trying not to think about what had just happened. Partly because it was pretty disgusting, I mean talk about unhygienic. But, must confess, I had boned up big style and what with having my hands full with boy wonder, I couldn't make the necessary modesty adjustments.
They both noticed.
"Do I have to do you now?" asked Jake. And he reached over and with amazing accuracy he caught my erection full on. His fist closed round the shaft and he gripped it tight.
"Nice," he said.
I was confused. I mean, I was disgusted and yet I was excited having another guy's hand gripping my thing. I was terrified of what they thought of me and yet they didn't seem to give a damn what I might think of them. Yep, confused. That was me.
"Fun later, lads. For now, get Freddie boy over here and let's get sorted. That mobbie could be anywhere."
We helped Freddie into a chair.
"Well," Jake asked. "Do we tie him up and take a ciggie lighter to his balls?"
My mouth fell open.
"We got pliers downstairs ... or, hey! Nutcrackers!" suggested Rick.
"Steady on, chaps," I urged. "He is on our side."
"Well, cute arse, what do you propose?" retorted Rick.
"Well."
I paused to think.
"Get your mobile, Rick, and check. When did Freddie last call you. Oh, and his last text."
Rick went off shaking his head. I'd seen this gesture before. Sometimes guys at school did it after I'd made a sensible suggestion. When Rick came back he checked the memory and told us that Freddie had called him last night at about midnight and had texted him later, at about two.
"And when did you find out the mobile was lost?"
"When he came round this morning. Said he couldn't find it."
I thought about this.
"I guess he called and texted from the trailer last night. Most likely, at that time of night. Also seems likely that that was the last time he used it. So, it's probably still somewhere in the trailer. So we go there, you call him, phone rings, phone found."
They both stared at me.
After a long silence, Rick spoke.
"That's fucking clever."
"Brilliant," agreed Jake.
They high fived each other before both raised their palms towards me. I hesitated and then lifted both my hands. It felt good. I got a real feeling that I was one of the guys.
No, it was more than that. They accepted me but they also thought I was ...worthwhile. I've always known myself that I'm one of the brighter lights on the street but not everybody seemed to see it.
"Stands to reason," I explained. "A mobile goes everywhere with you. It's automatic.
He'll have left it in a pocket, stuffed the jacket or the pants into a closet or a drawer.
And forgotten. I'm guessing Freddie is not the tidiest, neatest boy around."
"Right there," agreed Rick. "So, we head over to the trailer?"
My heart started to beat a little faster. I mean, this seventeen year old was asking me.
I said we should.
We got Freddie dressed; Rick lent us a pair of briefs for him when I pointed out that the denim might rip his mutilated cock. Rick himself got changed even though I pointed out that all in black was good camouflage. I'll admit it; I watched every stage of his stripping.
He undressed completely before reassembling himself. He was very skinny, exaggerated by his height I guess. His pubic hair was jet black and there was a lot of it. His cock seemed enormous, long and thick, hanging well below his balls. Funny, but it didn't bother me so much now, staring at another boy's equipment. I wondered if your cock got bigger as you got older. I made a note to ask Jake about this later. It was the sort of thing Jake was bound to know.
When we were ready we went out, me and Jake supporting Freddie, Rick holding a torch to light the way. He took us a short cut through the cemetery, down to the beach then up to the trailer. Getting Fred over the fence was the only problem. We managed when I said that if I cupped his balls they would be protected from the wire. Imagine that. Me cupping another guy's balls. What would the guys at school say, eh? Well fuck the guys at school - pardon my whatever.