Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional events. It contains sexual acts involving males of high school age as well as older males. There are scenes of involuntary humiliation and punishment, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. Now kid! You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy it to your heart's content. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.
(NOTE: This story continues the "prequel" series begun with Chapter 110. Although this series is a stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. The characters in this prequel, especially the bodybuilder Bo Harrison and the cop Jim Larson will make more sense then.) So here we go again...
Chapter 118
Tues Jul 2
Tony has just finished unloading the dishwasher and was settling down to his evening's entertainment of baseball on TV when the doorbell rang.
"Who the hell..." he grumbled and stumbled over to the door. He opened it and was a mile past shocked to see his son's friend John.
"Hey... um... John" he remembered the name right away. How could he not after the last night's activity.
"Hey Mister N um Tony."
"Rich ain't here, I thought he was with – " sweating so bad the beer almost slipped from his shaking fingers.
"Yeah, I was... um... y'know... supposed to join all those guys going over to Benning's house but – "
"Brian? Dan Benning's son?"
"Yeah, the fine fine defense line" quoting their lame cheerleading moniker, trying to get his heart from beating out loud "but... um... R-r-rich told me you might be h-h-home by now."
"Yeah, home alone, peace and quiet for a change" hoping John could get the hint, and if not see how nervous he was making him.
"Y-y-you um..." big John Sommers hesitated at the door, his eyes not daring to meet the big guy's. This was all new territory for him. It was like giving an mid-term report in front of the whole student body and asking the number one cheerleader for a date wearing only pajama tops and taking your first driving exam with your eyes duct-taped all rolled into one! Tony could tell he was as nervous and sweating as he was "maybe you probably don't want me bothering you, huh?"
"Hell damnit c'mon in" before somebody sees you! He opened the door, scanning the neighbors' doors praying no one was watching, getting John inside before anyone did "what's on your mind there, big guy?" more to calm himself than John.
"Look... about last night..."
"Come on in and sit down. How's that head?" seeing the big bandage above his left eye.
"I'll live" remembering coming to on the floor, more blood than he thought necessary. But boy was it worth the small scar. Even if it meant having to come back here tonight and face the music.
"Glad to hear it. Thirsty? Wanna drink?"
"You bet... but..." following that broad back of that stretched tank-top shoulders wide into the kitchen and taking the bottle of sports drink "can we y'know talk out there?" pointing to the garage.
"Huh? What? Why?"
"Dunno" taking a healthy swallow "just feels weird seeing you normal like, in your house and everything, and..."
"And dressed, right?"
"Yeah no yeah, no shit – that too, sorry... swearing" big sweaty shoulders shrugging.
"Hey, no problem" the two ambled out to the garage "just not in front of Rich, okay? Tryin to keep some level of civility around this place. Yeah lost that battle."
"So about last night..." John sat down on the bench, a bit startled when Tony plunked down right next to him, their two thighs pressed tight together "you don't think I'm like this... um this big disgusting homo fag now or – "
"Fuck no!" that thick hand came down on John's amble leg right above the knee "why? Why would I think that? Did Rich or that troublemaker Joel give you shit about what happened? Are they calling you – "
"Troublemaker Joel, you got his number!" John tried to laugh away the nervousness "but no, nothing like that. Him and me are buds I mean and..." staring at the label on the bottle "and everything."
"Okay I won't give you shit, or anything but y'gotta do me a favor okay?"
"Anything Mister N – I mean Tony" John hated himself for it out like a little kid "I mean what favor?" some dignity regained.
"Answer me a question."
"Oh shit here it comes..."
"You three always get into sex shit like that?"
"What? Hell NO!" John lied. Up until that night, he and Rich had their times, maybe even letting things go as far as that one secret four-second blow job, but nothing like what had begun to happen in this very garage. He hated to admit no one had wanted to involve Joel not only because of his intimidating size but more because of his reputation. He was always bragging and making up shit, and most of the guys called him out on what it was: Joel bullshit. But John always suspected there was a grain of truth behind some of the bullshit, especially one or two stories about this cousin of his, but after last night John feared most if not all the bullshit might be a bluff for much worse. He remembered Joel pulling that buttplug out of his bag like a rabbit out of a hat, right on cue. So he suspected Joel had access to all sorts of "adult material", probably with that cousin's help "but about what happened... I look up to you Tony okay? And y'know I... um... think you're cool... fuck, okay hot, okay? And I would just want to curl up and die if you think... I mean you don't think I'm like a total ugly loser sicko homo creep now, do you? Because you know I really think the world of you, not just because your Rich's dad or – "
"Look John" the hand pressed harder into his thigh and yeah, Tony noticed the reaction "what happened last night was NEVER EVER supposed to happen and can NEVER EVER be repeated you must understand that. I know it was kinda an accident, but that's called sodomy okay? And that puts me in prison and – "
"But... but um" lowering his voice like spies were hiding in the shadows with camera-phones "remember I said, I told you I wanted it to happen, I wanted your cock to – "
"We can't even be talking about it okay?" Tony was sweating bullets "cause I hope and pray those other two did not even notice that I accidentally penetrated – "
"I really wish we could..." John was eight shades of red "oh fuck, you know what I want okay?"
"I know but sorry no can do, okay?" he patted John's thigh and got up, before John's condition spread to his own crotch "but you know if either of us even makes the slightest mention of that..."
"I do NOT want you to get your butt arrested... or worse okay?"
"So what DO you want John?" like Tony didn't know "why did you come over here tonight if not see Rich?"
"To see you like I said" John bit his lip "and if we cannot...do y'know like last night stuff... at least do that again, can we at least..." indicating the bench he was on "at least is it too much to think we might still do workouts?"
"Of course, you and me and Rich, but I'm not sure about that Joel."
"No, I mean..." okay John take a swing, you can only strike out "no... j-j-just you and me."
"Huh? What? Really?"
"Okay?"
"But why John?" seeing the look in his eyes "y'really think that's a good idea now?"
"Fuck yeah, even better now!"
"Better? How's that?" Tony actually wanted to hear the twisted logic now.
"Cause now you got a better idea of my baseline strength you know my weaknesses my strengths what areas need work with football season coming up and all the work I been doing already and what's still sloppy and you know I'm serious how serous I am about this and there's no one else I mean no one I can go to no one who's as good and you know how I look up to you how I think" running out of wind, red and panting "and y'know... um... I mean you know where I need improvement I mean for the team and, you know you're the best Mister – I mean Tony" lowering his voice to keep from passing out "and I think you're the stud, okay?"
"I'm all that?" almost laughing at John's outburst. Tony took note whenever John got nervous his mouth went a mile a minute. Something he needed to keep under wraps, he thought.
"And then some" John felt a crack in the defenses "I don't gotta say again how you're the only dad who's helping us – "
"Get into things young guys like you have no business – "
"And you know now we – at least I already been getting into okay?" John played another desperate card "and we both know I sure as hell don't want to be getting mixed up with the Joel's of this world. Imagine him twenty or thirty years from now, hanging around the Y, looking for young inexperienced horny – "
"Okay okay I get the picture."
"I know I can trust you" John lowered his head "and you know why y'gotta trust me. How I can let my dick get me t'do stupid things and all."
"Yeah I know how hard dicks got a mind of their own" Tony chuckled "you found that out last night. You were on the receiving end – sorry I didn't – "
"And... um... and you said... you said you owed me a favor" playing his ace card "we both know last night really didn't count... please Mister N, please... Tony?"
"Well..." his hesitation again his undoing, all this adulation and flattery again making him think this was something he could control somehow "well... um... maybe... okay, yeah, sure, I guess..." Tony saw twenty red flags flying through the air, counting and ignoring them all "maybe next week after we get back from – "
"Like tonight, like... now."
"You really that eager to..."
"C'mon!" John gave himself a shake in the belly "if I looked like you and you looked like me, y'think you'd take no for an answer?" showing his full house.
"Yeah, okay I see your point okay maybe you're right" Tony laughed "well kid, I'll give ya one thing. Y'got determination."
"Thanks I guess."
"I'll go get changed."
"Um, er... you're fine like that" seeing the tank-top over the sweatpants.
"All I got is BVD's under these though" regretting the comment before it was out of his mouth.
"Shit you're such a stud, you'd look good in nothing – I mean..." John swallowed his tongue "I gotta keep my mouth shut sometimes, huh?"
"That's something else we gotta work on..."
"So we can do it?"
"Okay John you got yourself a trainer."
"A trainer and a stud! Wow!"
"I know what you're trying to say and thanks I guess."
They rearranged the equipment and got started. Tony promised himself, told himself under no circumstance there would be any kind of repeat of the night before. They agreed to keep one thing the same. Tony would dictate the first half-hour, John the second. After that they would figure something out. And Tony reminded him, if John suggested anything during his time Tony would not do, Tony would veto and his sole veto would stand. Of course John agreed.
So the first half hour went smoothly, Tony getting a better idea of John's level of raw determination, in a one-on-one situation where Tony could give him his full attention. He may have looked bulky before, but under that baby fat were some new hardening muscles. And guts, the kid would kill himself rather than look bad in front of his hero. So Tony had to gauge the weights accordingly. And yet he could see John needed more core training if he would do better in the upcoming football season. So there were a lot of leg and shoulder exercises alternating with running in place and those damn kettle-bells until both were covered in sweat. Long before Tony's half-hour was up, their tops were off and their chests were dripping.
"Okay, okay..." he was a bit impressed with the kid's stamina "you did good keeping up with me. You impressed me."
"Thanks" John was basking in the glow from all his hard work, and being with the muscle stud it could not get better "can I go head into the bathroom?" nodding towards the house "I gotta piss fierce."
"Sure John..." Tony bit his lip "but..."
"But... what?"
"The wife's been bitchin about us trailing dirt through her nice clean house..." Tony could not believe he was going to say this. It must be that weird vibe in the air affecting everyone, making everyone do and say things they never dared a month or two ago "but... you really mind if y'just take a piss out here?"
"Huh?"
"Like in one of those empty bottles or shit..." he was hoping the kid would not agree "... unless you think that's outa line or gross or..."
"No it's okay... I guess" if John was good at one thing, it was telling when a guy was nervous about something. And Tony was almost shaking "can I use this?" holding up an empty plastic water bottle from the night before.
"Sure" Tony tried to look away.
"Okay then..." John took the bottle with one hand and pulled down the front of his shorts with the other. He fished open the fly of his boxers and pulled out his dick, turning his back on Tony in the process. He thought he'd be pee-shy but looking around this garage he almost laughed at himself. Once the flow started, he realized his problem instead would be not chubbing. Then out of the blue, on a hunch, some little voice buzzing in the back of head told him to turn around and face Tony while he did this. So he turned until he was facing the big musclebound hunk who was trying not to look, but was he ever looking. By the time John finished, his chub was closer to half-boning "much better."
"Y-y-yeah..."
"Okay my half hour starts now okay?"
"All yours... stud" Tony looked up and away, knowing John heard but maybe he didn't.
"Okay but sorry, these gotta go..." John pulled down his running shorts and then his clingy boxers. Seeing Tony about to protest "okay okay" and he pulled his shorts back on, at least halfway more comfortable, his balls loose and free "we haven't done curls yet so I'm thinking curls. Penalty for – "
"No penalties okay? Not when it's just the two of us, that's kinda dangerous, like we said."
"C'mon Tony, we gotta have some – I mean I gotta have some kinda motivation here. Otherwise I know I'm gonna get sloppy."
"I dunno..."
"Which means yes, okay? Okay Big Tony? It's me remember?"
"Damn John... you are one persistent single-minded slave driver" and yeah, John caught the look on that face. So they pulled out that EZ-curl barbell and loaded it up for John's amount. They each did ten, loading an additional ten pounds of weight after each rep. Of course Tony had to start at a ridiculous higher amount. So John was a bit surprised when he defaulted first.
"Damn I loaded too much."
"I'm guessing you're just sore from last night?" John knew there should be a penalty. That lifting belt from last night really got his attention then. He wondered how often Rich got wholloped over the years. Judging by his muscular development John guessed often "so about the penalty."
"C'mon John with the penalties already!"
"I'm calling in my favor now..." John locked eyes with Tony "last night's, remember? Remember you asking?"
"Yeah I remember. You know y'got me over the barrel here and you better appreciate that..." like Tony admitted last night, John was the one kid Tony felt something like a male bonding thing with. Maybe it was the lack of blood connection, like John was safer not being related. Or seeing him between boyhood and manhood, between chubby kid and emerging muscle hulk. And the kid was so eager, ready to just about eat out of hand. In a big way, Tony smiled to himself. Or maybe he just got off on how much John got off on him. And boy but did John get off on him "we really doing this huh?"
"Looks like you for one need to do this."
"Guess I do..." Tony lowered his head "so what's it gonna be" head snapping up "don't forget I still got blanket veto."
"Nothing kinky okay?"
"Okay... so what?"
"Twenty whacks with that weight belt like Rich."
"Like Joel did, y'mean..." Tony and John exchanged a look. Yeah, John got the confirmation he needed "Ten."
"Okay ten" shit wow, he agreed! "grab the bench and lean forward!"
"Yes sir."
There was that "sir" again. John thought, of course! Big guy like Tony, a cop now but probably came out of the service. And if had been like a Marine or shit, no tattoo? Then he remembered that discoloration on his right bicep. Damn, he musta had it removed! But why? Something, some story, for John to get out of him another day. But right now,
"Assume the position... private!"
"Yes sir" Tony was not chuckling. John retrieved the belt and with a big backhand down came the first blow. Tony yelped and bucked but held tight. After five of these, John asked,
"Too hard?"
"No... sir!" Tony was panting and beet red but he was handling it. So John gave the man what he wanted. Five more and not showing any mercy doing it "thank you sir."
"At ease private" John saw Tony spin around and rest his butt gingerly down on the bench. As John suspected, his front was showing some tenting "okay next" John had to think of something where they were both sitting, now that his ass was already sore "shoulder lifts!"
"No! Lemme rest a bit..." easing up onto one butt cheek.
"Now private!" getting the Smith machine and bar ready "I'll go first so you can rest that sorry ass got it?"
"Thank you... sir..."
The two loaded up John's beginning weight and he started. Like the previous night, Tony added more weight after each third, this time alternating left side right side. After twelve John's shoulder were ripping and burning.
"Your turn!"
"Can we take a break?"
"No can do private. Assume the position!" and Tony eased his sore ass down. John quickly got up to Tony's starting weight and they began, this time John adding ten pounds each side every three. As he was hoping, the additional pressure on his sore ass and to a lesser degree the constant increase of poundage was Tony's undoing. He never got past ten!
"Okay private same as before. Twenty smacks – "
"No please..." the big guy was still panting and red "let me catch my breath."
"Okay ten then."
"Five no more please... sir."
"Okay then, five private" John was getting this soldier thing to form a clearer picture by the minute "assume the position!"
"Yes... sir" again Tony bent forward over the bench.
"But this time bare-ass and – "
"No please sir" a little kid squeak escaped from big Tony's chest as John tugged down the back of those sweatpants and BVDS expecting major protests. When Tony just stayed like that John again saw that prize winning muscle ass.
"Count them off for me!" whack!
"One! ouch! sir..." whack! "two..."
"Louder!"
"TWO" whack!
"Louder!"
"THREE!" whack! "FUUUCK!!!"
"What the FUCK's going on in – oh SHIT!" there at the door stood Steve! Tony's fellow cop looked like he would shit a brick! "TONY???"
"Oh shit!" he yanked up his sweatpants and underwear fast, covering his red ass, and almost knocked John aside getting to the door "what the hell you doing here?"
"Tried the door but there was no answer" looking around the room, taking in the situation, the young but thick high-school kid probably Rich's age, probably Rich's friend! and Rich's friend failing to hide what was tenting out the front of his thin running shorts. Yeah didn't take a detective to assess the situation "just about to leave when I heard what sounded like uh um someone getting fucking KILLED or worse back here..." eyes back to John "you friend of Rich's I'm guessing."
"J-j-john, John Sommer."
"Well hey J-j-john" Steve came around the still spooked Tony and shook his hand "Ron's kid right?"
"You know dad?"
"Kinda" Steve took the middle of the room "wicked penalty kid" seeing the belt still in his shaking hand "so you two doing workout penalties, huh?"
"You know about...?" John's jaw dropped.
"Steve!"
"Yeah me and Tony here and some of the guys – "
"STEVE!"
"Hey, it happens..." no indication of budging.
"So what did you come over for, Steve?" Tony never felt more behind the eight ball. But not for long.
"We still on for tomorrow, right?" of course Steve knew asking him in front of the kid was kind of putting him on the spot "if not here, we gotta make arrangements for – "
"Can't here okay?" hoping he got the hint.
"Wife problems huh?"
"Yeah."
"So maybe..." yeah Steve was standing there taking it all in, putting two and two together, adding up to: warehouse! "y'wanna maybe do the alternate then huh?" eyes sideways towards the kid.
"Sure fine" Tony was still thinking with his sore ass "whatever" meaning: go! Leave!
"Okay then" heading for the door "I'll leave you two..." hesitating slightly. John would have been blind to miss the hint, hell miss any of the hints,
"Why don't you stay!"
"NO!" Tony blurted out.
"Sure... why not?" Steve made a step or two "Tony boy you don't mind..." giving the kid the eye "not like anything you two were – "
"Fine! Stay!" Tony developing a permanent kink in his back from being bent over that barrel. And now gambling Steve's presence might keep John from doing something stupid as well as John's presence preventing Steve from getting all adult filthy-mouth, and the two somehow canceling each other out, preventing all of this from veering into bad territory. Tony did not have the faintest clue of any of Steve's recent activities or he would never had made that stupid gamble.
"So what'd the big musclehead do t'get the beating?" Steve chuckled.
"Steve right?" John put the belt away "you good friend of Tony's here, right?"
"We work together yeah" John heard the implication of cop and suddenly got scared "but what I think you're angling at... J-john, we guys... Tony and the boys been known to have our little workouts here as well."
"So I'm guessing you know about some penalties then huh?"
"Oh yeah, do we ever" big barrel chested laugh.
"Y'don't gotta be tellin the kid all our trade secrets here okay?" Tony gave him the eye.
"Wouldn't dream of it Tony my man, wouldn't dream of it. So..." looking around "mind if I join you?"
"That'd be cool" I hope, John's shorts suddenly felt a bit too revealing. And he noticed that this big unshaven football player of a bruiser named Steve made a point of noting his tent when he first arrived.
"We were just about to decide on the next – "
"Actually I was" John had to try it, what could he lose?
"How's that?"
"Well we were – " Tony tried.
"We have this thing" John interrupted "Tony here decides the first half hour, I get the second because by then we're both so dog-ass tired, you know what a slave driver he can be and..." go on John, see what happens "how about you can decide the third period, you don't mind do you Tony?"
"Yeah okay" Tony assuming Steve's control over the last half-hour would keep things nice and g-rated "good thinking."
"So you're calling the shots still huh?" Steve looked at John, or rather his shorts.
"In a way" Tony glared at John "don't forget I still got veto power."
"Actually now... with our new guest here" John wanted to see where this Steve was coming from, if those hints were real "now that Steve's here, he'd have to second your veto."
"Oh I get it" Steve chuckled "two-thirds majority huh?"
"Exactly like last night the four – "
"Enough John!" this kid and his mouth were going to get his ass in jail, Tony feared.
"Never mind. Two overrule the one, got it" but Steve's radar was cranked to high. Big time.
"Okay..." changing the subject fast "big Steve here looks like he's all about lifts right?"
"No kidding."
"Okay" John loaded a barbell with two plates.
"That's a bit much there John" Tony cautioned.
"I'm thinking your friend here can handle it."
"Not Steve, for you."
"We'll see" and John took the first set. He got the bar up past his shoulders five times then stopped "maybe you're right. Steve's turn."
"I'm losing this if you don't have any objections" and off came Steve's baggy sports-team emblazoned t-shirt. Seeing John's eyes all over his hairy linebacker chest added another confirmation point to his suspicions.
"Man..."
"Yeah, gross hairy ape I get it" looking at John's chest "but it looks like you too got the genes for furball city right?"
"Fuck? Me?" John snorted at the slip "I ain't got nothing like that... up top" under his voice.
"I know your dad and you ain't a whole hell different from what I looked like in high school, John. Well except for that" pointing at the frosted blond spiky hair "so remember it only gets worse. This is what you got to look forward to" running his hands over his thick pecs, John's eyes glued to the movement. Steve's turn came and went with his seven lifts. Of course Tony had to outdo them with ten. On the second round, they argued about adding more weight but John was still in charge. And still behind. So he surprised them when he managed a slow and wobbly eight. This time Steve struggled and for some odd reason only managed five, claiming a sore shoulder from previous nights' workouts. Fearing something odd, Tony made sure he got another ten in. The last round was a carbon copy of the third.
"So what was that John? You had eight there and eight and..."
"Five."
"Twenty one big ones" Tony announced "what happened with you Steve?"
"Y'don't gotta tell me, big fat seventeen okay" looking at Tony "and mister thirty over there" rolling his eyes then back to John "so penalty box time, huh John?"
"C'mon... John..." Tony lowered his voice almost saying: he's my friend here.
"Oh don't worry, nothing like what we football guys get up to."
"Hey I played ball!" Steve folded his thick arms.
"Like I could not tell" looking at all that hair. Now John was torn. As much as he had been totally boned on Tony's bodybuilder physique, as much as that body was always his ideal, as much as he had been replaying last night's sex acts over and over in his head until he was close to shooting just by walking down the street, something about this big thick hairy bearded brute was... he could not put his finger on it. Impossible, yeah that was it. He had always seen guys like this, oozing so much testosterone they had to shave three times a day. Knowing they were too big and too straight to even jack off, much less do anything with anyone not sporting huge tits! John sometimes admitted to himself he went out for football just so that some day he could be on an equal standing with the Steve's of the world and not be afraid to at least put his arm around their big linebacker shoulders, feel the heat radiating off their thick torsos, smell the sweat-tangled hair everywhere. Damn! if he didn't stop he would start boning in front of the new guy and ruin everything. So he had to push some limits and fast "so you know how footballers love to get into shit right?"
"No shit."
"So this penalty should not offend your sense of decency too much" ignoring Tony's signals "I'm guessing you got something on under those jeans, right?"
"Yeah a jock I always – "
"Let's see!"
"What? NO! Veto!" Tony barely managed before
"Y'want me t'strip down my jock?" Steve growled like a cornered bear "what kinda penalties you playing at here son?" and then John knew he bit off more that he could chew. It all unraveled just like that.
"Okay Steve so I guess y'gonna veto!"
"Y'mean unless I veto, second the veto, I gotta strip down to my nads?"
"Y-y-your jock... I mean..."
"Okay kid now I get an idea of what kind of nasty shit penalties you two got going on here" his hands hesitating "and seeing that bandage" nodding at John's head "guess you won't wuss out when things get a bit rough, huh? Okay kid, just remember you started this, just remember that when things get nasty and rough" and big Steve unbuckled his belt and unzipped himself, a rather full pouch already pushing out the front. He pushed the jeans down to his ankles and straightened up, the pouched distended and stretched forward, one ball actually hanging out the side.
"Uh Steve" Tony cleared his throat "you're showin down there."
"Fuck" Steve looked down but left his ball out "got a real hard feeling gonna be showin worse'n this and more'n me before the night's over, if this kid's mind is as smutty as I think it is. Like you haven't seen worse already I'm wagering, huh John?"
"Dunno" his eyes glued to all that hairy bulk coming into view. Those thick legs and even that wide furry ass when Steve turned around to yank the pants free of his feet. Like he was almost showing off, John could not help but think. But whether it was intended or not, this was way more than John ever imagined. It was like the most fevered locker room fantasy taking shape right before his eyes. And if he remembered to breathe, he might survive this evening.
"Okay okay y'got your penalty kid" Steve saw the panic on Tony's face "don't sweat it man, it's gonna take more'n some kid's stunt like this to get me scared. Or pissed. What's next John?"
After some sputtering and hesitation, John decided on pull-ups again like last night. Only this time with twenty pound weights on a neck belt. John was betting this big guy was too bulky to do it. He lost. When all was finished, it was John himself on the hot-seat.
"Well well well" Steve's high score barely nudged out Tony's. Or else Tony was testing Steve, either way Steve got to ask "you can't decide your own penalty right?"
"No, highest score" John looked at him "that's you, so uh um I I guess you decide."
"Easy enough" Steve chuckled "drop trou kid!"
"Veto!" from Tony "c'mon John y'gotta second me here. You know ya – "
"Maybe..." John saw Steve's eyes again glued to his front "maybe not..."
"John you're getting us in deep trouble here."
"Steve here already guessing I got a smutty mind" John's hands hesitating at the waist "besides it ain't like he actually enjoys looking at some flabby ass like me, like he gets off on shit like this, not like he's the one making trouble here."
"Got a feeling trouble found us" Steve looked at Tony "y'gonna do it John?"
But John turned his back on them, pretending modesty, pulling the elastic band down showing his bare almost-as-furry ass.
"Whoa whoa whoa I didn't expected you were commando" Steve coughed to cover his lie. Yeah like John was not still so nervous he expected his cock to be all shriveled. But that did not stop him from pushing those shorts all the way to the ground, his big thick untanned ass shoved back at them as he stepped out of his shorts, turning slowly, his hands covering his dark hairy crotch. Before Tony said another word, he spread his palms down to his thighs, his seriously thick cock was already starting to fatten more than the tense situation called for. The moment hung in the air: John's eyes on Steve's full and perhaps getting fuller pouch, Steve's eyes on that cut dick bobbing and bobbing now lengthening until John just closed his eyes and let it happen, a full hardon was impossible to stop "damn... damn... these young kids get hard at the drop of a hat."
"Working out, y'know... blood pumping and shit. Sorry if it grosses you out."
"It's cool kid don't sweat it" Steve looked at Tony "how old you say he is?"
"Eighteen" John lied and they both knew it "eighteen and not about to shoot my mouth off about something as embarrassing as this."
"Don't sweat it I tell ya. It's cool" looking at their host for confirmation, but Tony was staring at the floor "we're cool, ain't we boss?"
"Yeah, I'm gambling on it. John here knows nothing leaves this garage."
"Nothing" staring at Steve's pouch "NOTHING! Tony already knows I can be trusted" implying he and Tony already had history.
"Fuckin hope so" Steve noticing Tony's nervous head-shake.
"Time for one last one..." getting his heart to start beating at a human rate, some of the blood not in his dick reddening his face, then a hard look at Steve "after that your turn, you're calling the shots. Okay" ignoring Tony's looks "here goes, jumping jacks here Tony you Steve there, crowded so we gotta face each other" the three formed a circle facing the middle "starting now!" and the three starting their up and down motions, almost banging arms a few times they were squeezed that close together. It became a contest to see whose eyes were on John's thick club more, Steve or Tony. But when Steve was not looking at John's he was definitely checking out Tony's dick flopping around in those shorts. And as John was gambling, all that jostling was not fun for Steve's trapped ball. At all. So it was not a big surprise when he dropped out first. Then it became a contest between the two "veterans", one John could not win.
"Okay okay my call" Tony almost glared at John "funny how you just 'accidentally' showed up here tonight Steve-O. What's up with that?"
"Five questions!" John blurted out.
"Damn mind-reader" explaining the rules to Steve quickly "answer the question or earn a forfeit, got it?"
"Yeah got it loud and clear."
"Question one: that Wednesday, yeah THAT night, Steve, that the only time you get into ..."
"What Wednesday?" from John.
"Say again?"
"Wow" from John, having to reevaluate the whole situation, the whole evening now. So this big lug was a fuck-buddy with Rich's dad? What in blazed did he just stumble into here?
"What's the question?" Steve's eye on John.
"Besides Wednesday" looking at John "yeah, sometimes shit happen out here, just like you're imagining okay?"
"Y'don't gotta be telling the kid everything!"
"Question one: That Wednesday the only time you do sex shit with other guys?"
"Fuck! You crazy?" openly pointing at the kid.
"Answer the question or it's a forfeit!"
"N-no" from Steve, daring John to say boo.
"I won't ask who but how far did it go?"
"Be specific" Steve was not going to hang himself in one quick jump.
"Blowjobs?"
"Yeah" staring at John's even redder face "you absolutely ABSOLUTELY positive he's cool? Can you be trusted kid?"
"I'm cool okay? Shit, this is fucking so not happening!" and he was really hearing this big impossibly straight football player just stand there and admit to messing with dudes? No fucking way. The only way John could process this was if those two were engaged in some secret prearranged bullshit conspiracy to out John and mess him up but good!
"Buttfucking?"
"Maybe" which was emphatically NOT a no.
"Since Wednesday?"
"Yeah."
"Last question: how far were you plannin for tonight when you just happened to show up instead of call, big Steve?"
"Easy way to answer that" looking at Tony's front then John's nakedness "my half-hour begins now right?"
"Uh oh" John got scared, and turned on and confused and wanting to flee and a stronger desire to stay. Even if it meant he was a goner. But what a way to go.
"Okay Steve remember" Tony nodded at John "no impossible exercises. And John's not – "
"Exercises?" Steve gave another deep guffaw "who said anything about exercises."
"Steve!"
"I only got a half hour so we might as well cut to the chase right?" his hand at the waistband of his jock "when you told me to lose the pants we both knew it was about horny kinky stuff right?" just like that Steve pulled down the front of his jock, his thick adult-sized uncut dick coming into view "y'like what y'see John? Don't bother sayin it, your hard is proof enough."
"Steve he's a kid!"
"A horny kid, ain't I right?" pulling it down and off "sure ain't needing this for the 'the kind of 'exercises' I got in mind, give it rest Tony okay?"
"What happened to you?" John staring at Steve's shaved crotch "penalty?"
"Yeah, penalty like..." looking at Tony "I remember you useta have a trimmer out here, get it!"
"Who?" Tony looked at himself, at Steve's shaved crotch "not the kid!"
"Kid you so hot to show dick around guys big enough t'make you sweat bullets then maybe it's time you show off that hard dick like it's meant to be seen. And wouldn't you like Tony here – "
"NO!"
"Tough, you're gonna do the honors!"
"Veto!"
"John?" Steve rubbed his hand up and down his hairy belly, making his dick flip back and forth a few time "y'seconding that veto?"
"N-n-no..." John was too afraid to say yes. Like he really wanted years worth of his manly pubes to be destroyed in one night. And there would be endless shit when the guys – shit the whole team! – saw his shaved crotch, like a big sign saying: homo cocksucker here! But if it made him look one-tenth the stud of the Steve guy...
With much grumbling and arguing Tony produced his cordless beard trimmer while Steve produced a bottle of baby oil from his bag.
"Shit, everybody carries those?" John blurted out before he realized the slip.
"We'll find out about what y'meant by that later" Steve pointed at John's crotch, directing him to stand over where he had thrown a large beach towel to catch all the precious pubic hair. Tony turned on the trimmer, filling the garage with that incriminating buzzing echo. He made short work of the black thick forest below John's navel, most of it coming off in three or four sweeps. The more he twisted John's cock this way and that, the harder and redder it got. When Steve oiled up his cock and poured the rest onto John's, Tony had a bad hunch what Steve wanted to see. The trimmer then went to work on the shorter hairs on John's balls and dick, even the area inside his crotch, Steve standing maybe two feet in front of the action, now opening jacking himself to full hardness. Once or twice Steve batted their two cockheads together before allowing more room for Tony to finish the messy job. When John's former forest was little more than a discoloration, Steve surprised both of them by scooping up the pile of black hair from the floor and shoving it into his back pants pocket. Before John said boo Steve went for the kill.
"Okay stud let's see what happens if Tony here" pouring oil into his palm pointing at the freshly shaved crotch "a nice slow steady..."
"YOU jack him, you're so eager – " Tony tried.
"Slow and steady" Steve removed his hand from his now greasy cock, giving John the show he knew the kid wanted "and we'll all see what happens when you don't stop!"
"NO!" John tried to pull away, but Tony's other hand around John's thick waist kept him in place "no really, I don't wanna cum, don't make me..." suspecting the two would pound him silly once he blew his load, once he gave them physical proof what a pervert he was. Like that was the ultimate admission he was attracted to guys, attracted to them! and that gave them permission to pound his queer ass to a pulp. His eyes were glued to that big honker batting into his own, but it looked more threatening than arousing. It was like a poisonous snake, something amazing to see, and something to be fled.
"How many times can he cum?" Steve asked Tony, destroying John's paranoid fantasy.
"Hell, this guy?" the hand returning to the shiny red cock "three four times" and that did it! John's hips gave a shudder and it happened. That muscle hand on his shaft was too much for him to handle. Before he could stop it or twist away he looked down in horror and a scary huge shot of cum cannoned out of him then a second and a third even larger erupted several feet out of his new cock, hitting Steve right in his crotch. John knew he had fucked up big time.
"Fuck yeah! Look at that stud blow!" like John had a choice in the matter but to be squeezed backwards into that muscular front, again that muscle cock poking at his ass. And John would have tried to wiggle his butt so that big musclehead had to either let go of his dick or feel those asscheeks spread for him. But again John's hairtrigger response hanged him big time, again he shot off long before the real fun got underway, his greatest nemesis now going to earn him a black eye and worse. John closed his eyes waiting for the first blow but instead heard "okay John get your ass cleaned up and outa here."
"What?!?!?"
"You heard the man" Tony almost chuckled "I guess Steve-O's half-hour is in full force."
"And my first exercise for you is to get your butt outa here!"
"What? Wait!" John stood there gasping "you're not gonna kill me?"
"Funny but no! Besides I think it's a real bad idea you being here if and when Rich gets home."
"But he – "
"Besides I worked your butt good" Tony rubbed the circulation back into his crushed balls. Ah sweet blessed relief "you'll be so sore tomorrow you will never want to see the inside of this garage again. And give your head a chance to clear" tapping the bandage "now scram!" all but throwing the last of his clothes at him. John finished dressing much slower than it took Tony to get back into just his shorts. Grumbling and stalling they finally escorted him to the door and with a "you both owe me" over his shoulder to Steve, they sent John home.
The two avoided eye contact once they were alone. They both knew what was coming. And Steve was never one to mince words. He cut to the chase,
"So you buttfucking high-school kids now?"
"Steve! Asshole! Of course not!"
"Can you imagine what would have happened had it been Jimbo walking in that door?" both of them shuddering at the concept "or Larry? On second thought, I think Larry would have – I mean talk about one newly hatched horn-dog!"
"Huh? What's that mean?" Tony heard Steve spill the beans "no way you telling me Larry's into this shit now!"
"Like you ain't!"
"I ain't, okay?"
"I'm sure you got a thousand ways of spinning what I just saw tonight – "
"You mean what YOU were eager as shit to get into with the kid. Man, the pot's calling the kettle black or what?" Tony sat down patting the bench next to him "once you saw his dick – shaved t'boot! – y'couldn't wait to see the kid bone and shoot!"
"Like you never did before!"
"I never did, okay? Look Steve we been friends for how long? We've been working together almost the whole time? Don't you think I'd know if you were hot into kiddie porn, like that kid was what you came over here to see, okay? We both know... what... turns your crank" lowering his voice putting his hand on that hairy shoulder "who turns your crank who got your head in a vice breaking in two..."
"Hey!" Steve tried to pull away but Tony pulled him right back.
"Just tell me... okay Steve we can't be having anymore secrets between us not after what we both just did with that high school kid... just tell me Jim knows what's happening with you and he's cool with it, okay?"
"What? Fuck! Hey!" Steve was up and down and around the room before he replaced his ass next to his big Italian co-worker like the outburst never happened "damnit Tony!" seeing his expression "fuck fuck fuck don't fuckin sit there and tell me it's that obvious!"
"To me it is, yeah..." Tony lowered his voice "I've known about Rich since eighth grade, and I'm thinking part of it is my fault for pushing him to excel in sports and – "
"Like that's gonna make him gay!"
"Maybe the time we spent together... here... maybe we got closer than a father and son should, I'm thinking."
"Goddamnit Tony!" Steve turned until they were almost nose to nose "you think I'd be putting my head on the chopping block – I'd be throwing my life down the crapper – for some egotistical dumb blond bone-head of an exhibitionist cop if my dad had spent the time with me like you do with Rich!"
"Huh?" boy that was a bombshell, Tony thought.
"If I had a father like you then, if I had adults in my life then like that John guy, like your Rich does, hell no way I'd be in the shit I am right now!"
"I guess that's a compliment."
"Take it as one."
"Thanks Norton" Steve rubbed his hand on Tony's bare pec "you're all pal."
"Geez, keep your homo mitts off me, man!"
"Sorry!" Steve yanked back.
"Fuck, I'm yankin ya okay" and if he didn't give Steve the biggest hug of his life "but seriously..."
"Oh shit here it comes."
"I was just going to say" very very slowly easing the hug "this is one fucked up mess you're in, fuck we're ALL in now, okay? But all this dumb cop knows is we gotta stick together, it's the code remember? And I do know we gotta see this though – see this through all the way! No matter what! So if you need help... I dunno... help slapping some sense into that bone-head muscle-for-brains friend of yours or shit, if there's anything I can to help, just let me know okay?"
"Serious? You'd do that?"
"We stick together!" knocking fists.
"Norton, you the man!"
"Shit don't I know!"