DISCLAIMER: English is not my first language. I live in a country where it is the second official language and medium of instruction, though. So I tried my best to make this one as natural as possible. I hope you will have fun reading my creation.
"PERKY HOCKEY" by KINDOFHUSH
Before you proceed, RANDY HAS A REMINDER:
Desire bears a price. Indulgence puts one's soul in compromise. But redemption will be given to those who offer a token. My Treasury delegates would be waiting for you at their den: https://donate.nifty.org/
EPISODE 2 -- It Takes Four
They said birthdays should be memorable. Well, being trapped in this evil, pervy mumbo jumbo had topped it. But I knew... That guy could get us outta this.
"Callid? Callid Dorkman?" But Mr. Receptive here went all ballistic after I mentioned his name.
"Isn't it Dirkman?" Enzo asked.
"No, it's Dorkman, because he is a dork. The finest dork in town!"
Enzo and I exchanged glances at each other, giving Nigel the side eye.
I asked, "Did you say, finest?"
A blush of hush spread on his face while his eyes widened.
"I...Idlest. I said, idlest! Geez, you guys need to have your ears clean."
"Yeah, and who do ya think you're foolin' with that, dude?" Enzo teased.
"Anyway! Why him of all people?"
"A. He's the geek of all geeks," I replied. "And B. He lives just two houses away from here, and since we're on a clo--"
Oh crap! We only had two hours and ten minutes left, and I was not in the mood to have a meet-and-greet session with a pervy monkey.
"We don't have much time, bud. We need him now!"
"This better work. If not," He finger-combed my locks. "I swear I'm gonna shave this caramel shag of yours."
He gave me his phone to call Callid, but it took four calls before the guy picked it up.
"Yo, freckles--"
"Hey, what took you so long to pick..." I yelled. "Freckles?"
"Ha...Hamston? Sorry, I...I thought it was Winthernoon who was callin' me."
"Wait, you have Nigel's number! Since when did you guys... never mind! I want you to bring me my homework now."
"What? But ain't I supposed to give it to you at school?"
"Change of plans, so get your ass down here or else you're gonna get it when I see you!"
Who would have thought that having him do my homework could come in handy in other ways?
The doorbell rang, and Nigel volunteered to get it. Enzo and I still followed him, though. But the door opened by itself even before his hand got on the knob. Wew!
Out in the porch stood an ebony boy wearing a night robe over his jammies and clogs on his feet.
He handed me papers that were stapled together. "Here's your homework."
"Get in," I said without moving a muscle.
He stepped back. "I...I can't. I just sneaked out. I'll be in trouble if--"
I reached out to grab his arm, but a scorching wall of fire flared up in the doorway and blasted my hand! I fell back on the floor, screaming.
"Gabe! You okay, dude?" Enzo helped me get up.
My hand didn't have any trace of burns. That might be just a warning, but that hit like a flaming truck!
"I hate that son of a gun monkey!" I cried.
"Yo, wha...what was that?" Callid asked.
"As you can see, Genius, we're trapped here," Enzo replied. "And we need your help, so get in."
"But if I do, I'll be trapped too."
"C'mon, bud! I'll do anything. We'll do anything," I insisted.
"Anything..." He chucked his chin. "Pinky swear?"
"Yeah, so pleeease."
The trace of fear in his face morphed into a diabolical smirk, and his amber eyes gleamed with smugness.
We showed Callid the game and spilled the nitty-gritty of our little fiasco. All he did was raise eyebrows at us.
"Yo, that's dope--this is dope," he chuckled. "You duped me into coming here so I could join you playing strip hockey."
"I had no choice, bud."
"Oh, is that so? Well, bruh, it ain't gonna happen."
He sprawled on the couch with the grin of an at-home dweeb, who he was.
"Hey, what happened to the pinky swear?" I retorted.
"Change of plans," he smirked. "Imana chill here and watch you have fun with your ass-backward game."
"Then you must've forgotten that you're now stuck with us here, dude." Enzo walked up to him, crossing his arms.
"Newsflash--as long as I don't touch that fourth joystick, I'm safe from the..." He whiffed. "Yo, is that pizza?"
He jumped off the couch and scurried into the kitchen. A wicked snicker came out of his mouth as he opened one of the pizza boxes.
"Pepperoni Blast, my fave!" He grabbed a slice and chowed down on it.
Okay, he had got on my last nerve, so I pulled him by the robe. "Listen up, Dirtbag! You'll do as I say if you know what's good for you."
"That's right," Enzo positioned himself on his side, turning his head to face him. "You better stop messing around, or we'll mop your face on the floor!"
He slapped the bitten slice of pizza in Enzo's face, making him back away.
"You guys ain't scarin' me anymore--hey, are those tears waving at me, huh, Hamston?" He wiped his index finger on the side of my left eye.
A shudder rose up my spine. My hand went wobbly, letting go of him. And gulped as I retreated.
Forget what I said about having him do my homework, because right now? All of those were nothing but roasted crap served on a foul platter.
"You want me to join in? Then, y'all, listen to my proposition."
"Wha...What do you want?" I asked.
"You guys always make fun of me, so it's about time for a payback. You, Hamston and Forteza, will be my henchies for a month. And Winthernoon there? Since he's the macho guy of the bunch, he'll be my bodyguard."
Enzo retorted, "What! You're insane to even think that we would--"
"Cut it out, Enz!" Nigel interjected and walked up on us. "Just let him be."
Was this for real? Of all people, Nigel was the one I least expected to be down with this crap. He was not the type who would bow down to anyone.
"Callid, if that's what you want... then I...I'll do it." He ambled back to the game with his head down.
Callid grabbed another slice of pizza, simpered at us, and followed suit.
"Gabe? Is it just me, or our buddy is acting weird around him?" Enzo whispered.
"Around him? Bud, he's been weird since I mentioned his name."
Callid patted Nigel's shoulder, putting his mouth close to his ear. Nigel nodded... Wait! Was that a beam on Nigel's lips? It was faint, but my eyes couldn't be deceiving me.
What was up with this two?
At last, Callid grabbed the fourth joystick from the box. The living room chandelier shook, and the game table's color went black as its fiery design glew brighter.
Another sheet of black paper appeared and fell right above us.
Callid caught it before it touched the table. "Well, hella!"
Ugh, another note:
Now that the four towers are completed
The clock will be accelerated.
An echoing chatter of a monkey filled the room. With the remaining two hours, the clock now ticked like a pyroclastic blast from a volcano. Crap!
"Yo, he means business. Well, game on!"
And our first four-way rally kicked off.
Enzo went on fire with all his shots. His face even synced with vigor with every wave of the joystick. A sight that churned my core with adoration.
Callid's shots were all focused on Enzo and me. Holding on with vengeance, I see. Well, I could keep up with that. If I were his slave after this, I'd make sure to crush him first.
But before that, I had to take care of the leading one--Nigel. His pace slowed down, though. All his shots were dashed with less force. Was he even trying?
"Gatcha, your highness!" I raised an eyebrow at Callid.
"Ooh. Guess that's a bye-bye to my clogs."
Nigel stifled a smile at him, and he shrugged.
We carried on to the next round. Everyone got on a defense fest, except for Nigel again.
"Is the room getting hotter or what?" Enzo wiped the sweat off his forehead, then shook his pullover for air.
Yeah, the insides of my threads hit like a smoldering shower now.
"It's horny Randy, bruh," Callid replied. "He's burnin' the hell outta us to force us out of our duds."
Speaking of, sweat soaked his chest to the skin. Wait, why was his chest already peeking out of his robe? Oh no, don't tell me...
"Dang it!" Enzo stopped moving his joystick.
That paved the way for Callid to score through his goal.
The pullover went hasta la vista, revealing a wrinkly black tee sticking to his skin. Oh, and two bulgy pins poking through it on the pec part.
That brought a twitch to my knob, making me swallow. Not that I hadn't seen Enzo shirtless yet, but this was a different situation. Every thing in him whacked me like a lit firewood, and I wasn't ready to come out to him yet.
"Sorry, guys, it felt like I was gonna suffocate if I didn't get outta that."
"Whoopee whoopee, it looks to me that you're not the only one who wants to... come out." Callid ogled at his pec, then grinned at me.
"Hey!" I hollered, panting. "Zip it."
After his little sacrifice, Enzo ricocheted and sped up. Guess what? He scored against Callid, which proved my hunch earlier.
Behold, the first one to be half-naked among us was Callid Dirkman in his glistening, sweaty glory.
"Man, have you been workin' out? Just add some cream and cherries on top of those boy boobies, and you get yourself a luscious black forest extravaganza."
The boy, who had been in mute mode, opened his oral portal again. But his words blew me out of the water. Even Enzo had his jaw in pieces. Was this the same boy who hated Callid?
"Save the flirts for later, Macho Boy. There'll be plenty of time to quench that thirst in those emerald peepers of yours," Callid giggled.
He could say that again. But whose mouth wouldn't water over him? Even I thought he was a skinny guy, but the one standing with us now exhibited the image of a Muscovado adonis.
"Hold it, dude!" Enzo gestured for a stop sign. "Why aren't ya wearing anything under the robe?"
"Well, I'd just gotten out of the shower when Hamston had me rush over here. You do the math."
I frowned at him. "Oh, let me take a wild guess... You're not wearing anything under those jammie pants either."
He just shrugged at me.
"Callid! If you--"
"Nuh-uh! No worries, bruh, Imana start the real game now." Great, he had a think-of-murder look in his face.
And my instincts just slid down the negative path.
Nigel switched onto berserk mode again with his powered-up whacks. Worse, they kept on heading towards me. If we were using physcial paddles, mine would have been crushed into pieces.
Oh, and did I mention that our choco hunk was doing the same? Even Enzo joined in the barrage against me. Crap! Since when did this game turn into a Gabe-must-strip mission?
"Whoa, I can see through that tank top, Gabe." Enzo titled his head as his dilating eyes feasted on me. "You might as well get rid of it and flex your swimmer's tan."
Yeah, among the three of them to score against me, it was him. Well, I could play that game too.
"Not if I get rid of that sticky shirt of yours first."
The clock read 1:37:55, going down. If I end up naked, then so be it. But I wouldn't let myself be the first to get there.
I wanted to aim for Enzo now, but this ginger and choco tandem wouldn't leave me alone.
Fine! I lunged the puck at Nigel. He shot it back, so I positioned myself for a return-to-sender attack. But... It passed by my paddle, hit the edge, and reflected towards Callid.
Guess what? The guy sent it back to my goal. Ugh!
A gasp emanated from Enzo as my torso got uncovered.
I sneered at him, "Love what you see now?"
Again, he just wiped his forehead, turning away. Oh, was that his hand doin' the gear shift?
"So this is what the ladies and guys have been sight-seeing at the school pool. Bruh, those six-packs are to die for!"
"That's my best friend for you, man," Nigel chuckled.
The next set of rallies bounced and spun in the spotlight. Callid took out Nigel's jacket. Nigel stripped Enzo off his shirt, which sent a series of jolts to the veins going through my crotch. And Enzo struck back at Nigel.
Now I might have had the so-called "six packs," but as a gymnast, Nigel would still be on top among our quartet in the physique department. His ripped body screamed that the gym was his home.
Meanwhile, my hand went limbless. Well, who wouldn't when the boy you were crushing on was having his yummy nipples salute at you?
"Earth to Gabriel?" Nigel's voice burst through my eardrums. "Here I come!"
It was too late for me to come back to my senses. My joggers had crumbled into oblivion, revealing the naked truth that I didn't even wanna talk about.
"Speedos, huh?" Enzo gibed with a gluttoral voice. "Since when did those become an underwear?"
"Ask that of the dirty laundry!"
Talk about the wrong day to run out of clean boxers. And now, my bulgy lava dome took over the center stage as the burning embarrassment exploded out of my cheeks.
"Stop staring, you bunch of weiner gluttons!" I hollered.
"Bruh, can you blame us for checkin' out the merchandise?"
"Hey, dude, that's taken," Enzo blurted out.
"Excuse me?" Nigel and I shot back.
He froze, then broke it himself by clearing his throat. "Kidding! Let's...Let's carry on."
And that came from the boy who was fiddling with his joystick. Kidding, my ass.
Well, at least the annoyance brought me back to my senses and composure. We continued, and I scored on Nigel's. And once again, he passed the favor to Enzo.
Now, we were all down in our last piece of "glory," drowning in steamy sweat in this giant microwave oven.
Enzo stepped back from the table, stooping and bowing his head. His own underwear mountain throbbed, and... oh crap! A wet spot!
The spectacle pushed me near the edge of a cliff. My heart and dick beat could shake the ground as a wet sensation spread within my speedos.
"Hey, wakey-wakey, horndogs!" Callid knocked on the table. "We still got a game to finish, and a monkey to butcher."
Oh no... My lower head was already peering out of its waistband.
I covered it with my hand. "Gu...Guys? Call of nature."
"You gotta be kidding me, man! We don't have time for--"
"Oh shut it, Nigel! I'm gonna burst!" I dashed out, but a blending of giggles trailed off as I did.
I locked the bathroom door behind me, leaned on the sink, and blew out a huge sigh. I adjusted my speedos, but the bulge only worsened.
Damn you, Enzo! What have you done to me? Ever since we were in second grade... Your presence swirled my whole boy inside out. With you, any storm would calm. But not now... You gave me a different kind of storm.
Ugh! This was so not the time. Our lives might be at stake here. I had to pull myself together.
I opened the door again, only to find Enzo standing outside, shaking. So much for pulling myself together.
"En...Enzo, what are you doin' here?"
"Call of nature, huh? Or is it... call of jizz?"
"Well, look who's talking. Aren't ya--"
And he ambushed my opened mouth with a tongue-filled kiss that could suck my entire soul!
"Listen, Gabe, I'm...I'm scared shitless right now." Tears glimmered in his eyes. "I thought I might not have the chance to confess, so--"
No more words were needed. I ambushed him back. So many questions ran through my mind--the hows and the whys--but still, I joined him in lighting up the flames in the path that our innocence used to block.
He laid his hand on my shoulder, and I wrapped mine around his waist. Our hips grinded as friction sparked up between our rods of pleasure.
Pleasure? Wait. That scripted label on the box...
I broke our love session and pulled away. "Enzo, we...we can't do this right now. We might put Nigel and Callid in danger."
"Yep. You are right. He is our best friend, and... Callid? He's got some steeze. We can't afford to lose them."
He pulled me by my hand, and then we rushed back to the living room. Guess what? Our two homies had their faces closed to each other.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I asked.
"I'd say strawberry-freckled ginger," Enzo bantered.
Nigel waddled back to his position without a word.
"Yo, leave my freckles--I'm mean, forget it! You two done emptying your tanks?"
We both replied with a quick nod and walked back to our positions as well.
"All right, goalies. We're down to thirty-five minutes." Callid did his stance for serving. "Let's get rollin'!"
The table shook. A bigger quake followed along with the flickering of the lights. We all fell on our knees as the shaking continued.
"Okay, what the hell was that now?" I hollered.
Callid groaned. "That was the faultline called Randy the Monkey."
"Guys, look!" Enzo interjected. "The clock stopped."
He was right. Wait! A new note:
As clever as you thought you were
Nothing will pass by me without getting severed.
"Oh, shooot!" Callid shrilled. "He saw through it."
"He saw through what?" I asked.
Nigel slammed his fist on the table. "Our plan."
TO BE CONTINUED...