Chapter 123
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.
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(NOTE: This story involves a "prequel" regarding the O'Toole family mentioned in Chapter Ninety-Seven. Several readers expressed an interest in hearing more about the character of Pat O'Toole. Although these stories are stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning all the way back in Chapter One. By reading Chapter Ninety-Seven alone (or for that matter Chapter Ninety-Eight for Coach Don Farbersten), the reader will have a better idea who the characters are and how they came to be in that crowded room with Pat being forced to explain to his roommates all the ordeals he endured to bring him to such a crossroads. That being said, we continue with the story from Pat O'Toole – and friends!
So Pat waited, standing and wasting hot water slowly timing how long it would take Tommy the Gossip, his brother's best bud, to spill the beans to Mike and renege on their deal. When his brother didn't come barging into the bathroom, laughing and jiving him, Pat suspected maybe Tommy just might hold up his side of the bargain. But why would he do that unless Tommy really did want a major favor from Pat? Suddenly Pat had bigger worries than getting the smell of cum off him. Shit! Tommy must have smelled it – hell any guy their age knows that smell intimately. He finished his shower and dried off, then slowly headed towards his room across the hall from Mike's. Of course their door was open and Mike spotted Pat right away,
"Hey bro!"
"Hey Mike..." wait for it. Here it comes.
"I know it's just us, but y'know what dad said about running around like that" pointing at the towel "if mom or Jennie saw you like that – "
"Hey I'm not naked I got a towel – "
"You know dad's rules!"
"I know I know okay" and Pat was in his room, closing the door fast. His brother was right; their dad was very strict about always wearing the bare minimum of a t-shirt or tank top and shorts around the house. Going shirtless was strictly forbidden. Hell, he could count on one hand the times he saw his dad, shit even his own brothers! so much as shirtless! Maybe once or twice when they went swimming at the Y when they were younger. But that was years ago, long before the entered their teen years, and puberty started to fill them out with muscles and worse. Even when those rare occasions when they were in the basement in Sean's room slash weight-room, they always were forced to stay dressed, even in the heat of mid-summer, for fear their dad might come downstairs and read them all the riot act, even grounding them or worse. Like any of them wanted to be docked a week's allowance for something so lame. The O'Toole household was funny that way. Pat shuddered to think of the reaction to his little exhibition for Mike's friend!
On Monday Pat returned to school with a great deal of trepidation, not actually walking on eggshells but knowing something like total humiliation if not personal disaster was only a word or two away. All because of an "inconvenient" orgasm, he told himself. So when he heard giggling behind him and damn but did they really say "tool stud"? He sat with Lester and Theo and Johnny at lunch, the usual gang talking the usual shit, but except for the "you dog!" from Theo when Pat first took his spot, there were no demeaning comments. And Pat sure as shit would not push the issue. So after classes when it came time to head for wrestling practice, he knew that reprieve was about to end.
Pat was all of two steps into the locker room when first one then several guys started the clapping,
"Tool in the house!"
"Tool stud here in the flesh!" Johnny stopped stepping into his jock to join the applause "awright!"
"Guys guys guys!" Coach Sorin gave a loud whistle to quiet the goons "I'm sure O'Toole does not want to hear about last Friday for the rest of his life, so we drop it right now, got it?"
"Why?" Big Mack laughed "if I could get my opponent to splooge so easy hell I'd win every match!"
"Yeah Tool, how you do that?" from Larry right next to Big Mack "what's the trick?"
"Guys guys guys!" Coach gave another loud whistle "as much as O'Toole is probably embarrassed by this, I'm sure Dom ain't any more eager to have this be a running joke here" to which Dom only shrunk down even more. With more comments and more threats from the coach about assigning penalties to anyone who continued the jibing, the team finally got out to the practice room with a weird tension replacing the raucous vulgarities.
After the stretching and warm-ups, everyone held their breath when Coach paired off Pat and his friend Johnny. And as for Dom, he got paired off with mousy Linc. Everyone thought the coach had diffused the time bomb, keeping Pat and Dom far away from each other. The rest of the squad paired off and practiced escapes, over and over until the room reeked of overheated bodies. Dom prayed no one would notice, that everyone was too busy dealing with their own problems to notice his. Even when Linc gave a low groan, feeling Dom's growing problem, the two continued their code of silence. That was until the coach's whistle broke everyone's concentration,
"Guys, like I told you too many times to repeat again, it's gonna happen okay? I can look around the room – no just worry about your partner – but there are several guys getting rodded out here. NO I ain't gonna single anyone out, but remember it happens! And if grabbing there gets you the advantage, take it! But that don't mean I'm tellin ya ladies to get into jerk-off contests here!" he looked around seeing more than one guy rushing blood from the crotch to their face, embarrassed to be called out "okay last time, now let's see some pins!" and with the little strength left in them, everyone tried to get their final pin down for the day, knowing the coach was tallying points on that critical clipboard. Slowly one by one the sounds of flesh being slammed to mats, the defeated groans from several directions alerted the coach to the final whistle "okay ladies, hit the showers. Except you! And you!" Pat dared not look up, knowing how boned both he and Johnny were. When he got the nerve to straighten up and crawl to his knees in a crotch-hiding stance, he saw the coach looking at Dom and Linc! And yeah, Dom's singlet was splashed in front. The guy had blown a load! Again!
"You! Martin! And you, Theo!" the coach was singling out Big Mack and Pat's friend Theo "you two are staying after to work on those sloppy moves!"
"But Coach!" Theo started. Pat started to make his way towards the door, no longer worried about how bad he was showing that fat dickhead in his singlet. The guys were silently checking out Dom's mess, giving him a clear exit from the room before the coach noticed. But Pat suspected nothing escaped his eagle eyes. So he helped Johnny to his feet, a slight smile seeing his tented front as well, and even a few small stains where his cockhead had begun to leak. The two were almost the last out of the room, Pat almost daring the coach to make a comment as he fled. Instead he heard,
"No but's, Theo!"
"I gotta – "
"It'll have to wait. You too..." looking around the room to make sure they were alone "Mack."
"What's this about Coach?" Mack stumbled to his feet, his big 200 plus frame covered with sweat. He did not need to look over at Theo to see they were both in the same condition; shiny with sweat, and showing bones like it was too late to hide it. And when Theo boned, it was something amazing. Sometimes Mack wished he had some of those black genes so he could throw a rod like that. Six plus inches of hard cut meat was okay, but nine uncut black inches was something else. They stood there waiting for the coach to lower the boom, to read them the riot act when the door opened,
"Okay what's the deal here?" Coach Farbersten came through the door, making a big display of locking the door behind him "Coach Sorin tells me we got a bigger problem than a coupla JV wannabes getting all randy. Hell I can understand that O'Toole guy getting boned and rubbing his opponent into cumming but you two! You are both Varsity next meet and I thought you – "
"It wasn't like we – I mean – "
"Hey, c'mon coach, y'know it happens sometimes..." was the best Mack could try.
"Ain't you two getting laid enough?"
"Hell no!"
"Well don't think I..." then Coach Farbersten let that nasty unavoidable proposal cross his mind again, and this time he feared he had to give in. He could see the alarmed look on the older coach's face but waved him away. After that unspoken incident with O'Toole in the showers, he began to think these guys were too oversexed for their own good. And unless... no he could get into so much trouble if he considered initiating the program he dreaded to think about it. But then again, he had to keep this all under wraps and keep a lid on it before things started to spiral out of control "okay you!" pointing at Theo "assume the position!"
"Coach I gotta – "
"If you can't afford a half-hour extra practice now and then maybe you ain't really Varsity material!" and there it was. A subtle but unambiguous threat. Theo knew the only reason he switched schools and transferred to West was because of their advanced athletic program. Which meant a scholarship for him, a ticket out of that depressed town south of the river he called home. So he dropped to his knees and did not wait long before that big sweaty lug was pressing down on him "okay when I give the whistle I wanna see you pin Mack" lowering himself down next to them "no matter what it takes, got it Jackson?"
"You mean..."
"Go!" and the whistle sounded. The two were almost evenly matched, Theo having the slight advantage being longer limbed. But Mack was solid and strong. And not afraid to grab Theo back when Theo's hard grip went to Mack's deflated cock. The two threw each other around the room, some legal holds, some far from it, until both were again covered in sweat and showing even more prominent bones "okay no pin, so one minute break" Coach Farbersten was the one to get to his feet, making no effort to hide his motions adjusting himself. When he saw Theo's eyes catch the movement he decided to push it one step further "okay Theo we both know Dom saved your ass last Friday."
"Say wha?"
"If he wouldn't have shot his load wrestling super Tool last Friday, don't tell me you wouldn't have been the one to – "
"Coach! What're ya saying?"
"I'm saying Dom ain't the only one with a short fuse on this team" giving himself a tug "and the way you were boning Mack, you would have been seconds behind him."
"Ain't true Coach, I don't know what you – "
"I'm saying I got a whole shitload" enjoying the shocked looks on their faces, especially Sorin's "of overheated dudes on my squad and to make things worse I got some guys like O'Toole don't give a shit who knows it and who don't! But you two! You are my biggest strongest candidates to make Varsity shine this year! I can't be letting it get out you two – "
"Us two what?" Theo was pissed. And even more scared.
"You two..." Don slowed to let it begin to get through those thick skulls "get so jazzed up... for whatever reasons" letting them chew on that for a second "in another minute it would have been you two last Friday splooging your singlets instead of Dom!"
"Or Pat" Mack added.
"Or Pat, yeah" Don lowered his voice "so now this is different. We don't got a whole roomful of teammates to embarrass ourselves in front of. Cause if word got out my two biggest goons were messing their singlets every time they wrestled – "
"It ain't like that!" Mack looked at Theo, then his coaches "it's just..."
"Whatever it is, it stays here, got it? You two wanna blow off some steam, fine! But not in front of the whole team, we clear?"
"Clear, Coach" Theo had a hunch he might survive this after all "so..."
"So... you two got the er... um... privacy of the whole room, so let's see real wrestling!" Don crouched down to his knees "like you mean it. Like there's nobody, not a soul around..."
"Except being you two" Theo could see Coach Sorin looking more nervous than Farbersten.
"And..." Mack could smell what was coming. To make sure there were no misunderstandings, to push this one way or the other he knew he could get Farbersten to admit what this was really about. Locking eyes with Don "and you think we should loose these right?" tugging at the shoulder strap of his singlet. Like it was his idea. Like if this went down, it was his idea, not the coach's.
"WHAT?" Theo always feared it would come to this between the two of them.
"So there's no misunderstandings, right?"
"Um y-y-your call" Don kept his expression flat, but he knew the two would figure it out. So when Mack pulled his singlet down to his waist, he turned to Theo waiting. It was a very long three seconds. It was at that point Coach Sorin cleared his throat and with no comment decided it was time for him to leave. The two guys saw the new development and knew they were now in deep deep water. Theo felt the goosebumps on his bare shoulders,
"We cool here?" was all he said. Was all he needed to. But was the question directed to Mack or the Coach.
"We cool" Mack knew it was his funeral "right Coach?"
When Don just nodded Theo's hand went to his shoulder.
"You'll be cooler out of them, yeah" Don dropped to his knees to see if this was actually going down. But when Theo's straps came down, Mack got to his feet, his singlet continuing down and off until he stood there in only a jockstrap, his big thick muscles and full stomach heaving with the effort, his tightly packed goods tucked beneath his belly. When Theo did the same and then even his jock came off as well Mack could only gulp.
"Right coach?" Theo crouch down naked and shiny "assume the position, I got it."
"M-m-me too, huh?" Mack tugged at his jock, until it joined the pile on the floor. Unlike Theo, he never lost his erection, his wide cut cock sticking straight out of his brown pubes.
"Your funeral Mack" Theo barely had the words out before he flipped Mack off his back and spun around until they were both on their feet. Mack made a grab for Theo's shoulders and even toppled him backwards, grabbing his balls in the process. He waited for Coach to call foul but when he did not, they both knew the sky was the limit. So Theo returned the favor and got Mack's balls in a tight grip until he had him off his feet, spun him up and back and crashed his shoulders to the mat hard enough to shake the building! Mack could only lie there with the air knocked out of him. Theo took the opportunity to flatten himself down on top of Mack, their two crotches smashed together. When he began a blatant rubbing up and down against Mack's cock, he twisted his head, "like this Coach?"
"Keep doing what you doing" Don kept his crouch watching their every move closely.
"I wanna be doing this right, Coach? Am I doing this right?"
"Keep doing what you're doing."
"As long as I doing this right" using his weight to pin Mack's thicker arms above his head, lifting his chest until just their crotches were making contact "I am doing it right, huh Coach?"
"Keep it up until..." Don could not say it.
"Until until Mack submits right?"
"You're the one gonna submit!" Mack bucked Theo off him and spun him back and around until he was sprawled across the mat on his face. Mack wasted no time getting both arms pinned behind him, this time Mack grinding his hardon between those muscled cheeks "give it up Jackson, give up!"
"Fuck you!" feeling that thick rock-hard bone grinding against his crack like he was a cheap whore "damn get your dick away from my ass, that would be too too – "
"Feels good don't it?" Mack slid his hand beneath Theo's hip and grabbed something long and... damn, the guy was totally hard.
"See how YOU like it!" Theo rolled them both to the side until Mack was on his back bundled into a tight ball with Theo's cock now rubbing up and down against Mack's tight furry balls. When he started angling it down and back towards Mack's exposed hairy crack, Don coughed.
"Okay two point reversal" Don announced, knowing they both knew it was total bullshit "Muller assume the position!"
"But coach!"
"Do it!" Don knew they were tiring. And as they tired, their guards would come tumbling down. And Don needed to see what that meant "okay Jackson, you know what to do?"
"Like this?" Theo could smell something very fishy now. Even before their naked one-on-one, when he saw Sorin make his nervous exit he could tell Farbersten was up to something. And as long as he played along with the Head Coach he knew his position was secure. And a secure position meant athletic scholarship out of these cluster-fucked towns "I wanna be sure I'm doing it right. You can see – you got a better angle, but I can't – "
"Hell Jackson you've done this a thousand times. You want me t'draw you a picture?" as soon as the words were out of his mouth he realized his mistake.
"Yeah Coach, perfect! You must have some way to take some pictures we can see – "
"ShuttUP Theo!" Mack barked beneath him "I sure as fuck don't want no PICTURES of me NAKED and – "
"Think it'd help my form, Coach?" Theo saw the panic button and pushed hard "whatever you want Coach, say the word."
"You really think you – "
"Hell yeah, ANYTHING to make me a better wrestler!"
"Well I ain't sure as hell getting onboard with that!" Mack tried to twist away but as soon as he did, the match was on! The two rolled around until Theo was on his back and now Mack was grinding his dick into Theo's smooth crotch. Little did they notice but Don had gone over to his gymbag and pulled out his pocket digital camera. Before either of them could react there was a bright flash and a click behind them.
"No!" from Mack.
"Yeah!" from Theo.
They tried to break apart but that only got Mack toppled backwards onto his back and again his arms pressed backwards, Theo's arms straight applying maximum leverage to keep him immobile as their two crotches rubbed up and down until Mack was gasping for air. Click!
"Running out of time here guys" again a bright flash "let's wrap this up. First dude to lose it wins, got it?"
"Then I ain't getting your nut Mack" and Theo was off his in a flash. As soon as he did he saw Coach Farbersten pointing that camera at him "you serious?"
"You?"
"Like this?" rubbing his hand down his front the sweat sheeting down his legs "you sure?"
"If you think it – "
"Help my form, damn sure it will!" and if 218 pound Theo Jackson didn't give the camera a double-biceps pose, his hardon swaying out and to the side as two bright flashes caught every move.
"Keep it away from me okay" Mack stayed hunched over, his thick arms covering his crotch.
"Oh stop with the act Mack" Theo grabbed his arm "you know how good you look, you know you like pictures of you – "
"Hey!" Mack leapt to his feet "but not like this!"
"Then how Muller?" Don smelled something Mack was trying to keep quiet.
"Ain't nothing to worry about."
"Nothing that might compromise your wrestling here, right?"
"Like that ain't?" Mack pointed at the camera just as another flash went off, full frontal caught in a second.
"This don't leave the room" Don lowered the camera "we don't talk about this."
"No shit – I mean no kidding."
"Right Theo?"
"You're the boss, whatever you say."
"Okay last time, same rules. Let's see who leaves here the winner" pointing to the center of the mat "Mack assume the position."
"But... damn... okay" and Mack dropped to his knees and then felt those sweaty paws grab him good.
"Daaaanggg!" Theo yanked his hand away fast "dude..." rubbing the slime onto Mack's back "your dick's all slimy!"
"Something you need to get used to" Don went back to gymbag "some dudes leak big time during a competition. And if y'get squeamish at a critical point, you will lose! Remember that Theo. Okay go!" and he whistled loud enough to get them both to jump. As soon as he did Mack exploded upwards and right into Theo's trap. Before he knew what happened he was caught in a double nelson and arched backwards. He almost didn't register the coach squeezing some liquid down on his already slimy crotch but then as he toppled Theo to the side and down, Don squeezed a second stream of oil into Theo's crotch as well. This time when they grabbed and writhed against each other, neither one could get a grip but rolled around the floor in a confused sticky mess. This time when the flash went off, it bounced off two very shiny bodies and two even shinier crotches.
Mack wanted this over with asap, so as soon as he felt himself get pinned on his back again, he made no pretense of not doing everything to rub their two oiled crotches together. When Theo felt that he did not even bother pinning Mack's arms but put his full weight down on their joined fronts.
"Like this coach? Like this?" the blatant rubbing designed for one thing: to get someone to shoot "am I doing this right?"
"First guy..."
"Oh fuck!" Mack screamed and arched upwards into Theo's crotch, causing him to break contact. As Theo slid off and down to the mat, Mack felt himself topple over towards the impossible. Not even trying to stop it he arched upwards and his red shiny cock exploded, shooting two feet up and backwards onto his chest and belly. He grabbed his cock to finish and then he saw Coach Farbersten standing over him, the camera capturing his hand on his cock, his cum-splattered hairy pubes, his blatant and damning orgasm is rapid motion.
"Okay you two hit the showers. I'm locking up in five minutes! Now!"
Coach Farbersten was not kidding. The two had barely gotten under the showers before Farbersten flipped the lights off and on twice.
"You got thirty seconds to rinse get dressed and scram. Now!"
So it was two very wet and half-dressed guys that stumbled and hopped their way out of the locker room, half in half out of their clothes as Don yelled after them,
"Tomorrow! No excuses! And we don't talk about this!" and that was it.
Mack went home thinking he had now done the stupidest, worst most damning thing in his life. In his now totally fucked life! Worse than the time caught joyriding, worse than changing his grades in the ninth grade, worse than getting Suanne drunk that night and doing things she never would have done sober, worse than... yeah, much much worse than what he and his cousin Rudie did in front of Rudie's friends in the treehouse, yeah this time Muller, this time you really fucked up royally, he told the blotchy face in the mirror. His mom and sister egged at him over supper, but his dad just told him to call next time they had to keep dinner waiting for him. His dad had a sixth sense sometimes, and knew when Martin was upset. So he let him take his dessert up to his room to get away from the table as soon as he could. He sat in his room, trying to concentrate on homework and failing. On the excuse he needed help with his trig he called Lester. And got the answering machine. He needed to talk to somebody anybody after the afternoon's ordeal. For no reason he could explain he called the O'Tooles. After chatting up their sister who probably did have a crush on him he had to admit, he got Pat on the line,
"Hey Tool."
"Hey Mack, what's up?"
"Nothin... just..."
"Just staring at the four walls and..."
"No shit."
"Wanna get outa the house?"
"Fuck do I!"
"Lemme see if I can get the car" Mack heard muffled conversations and then "okay I'll be over in fifteen."
"Cool" and hung up. As soon as he did he wondered why he did that. The two of them were teammates and sort of in the same crowd. But not anything close to tight, not like joined at the hip or anything. Not like him and Lester, or even Jim. He and Jim were tight, even if Jim was all about football. But in spite of their semi-rivalry they stayed close ever since going to grade school together. That is how he rationalized calling in a lifeline from O'Toole not Jim, like Jim would want to hear about what happened. Or begin to understand.
After Pat picked him up, the junior chauffeuring the senior at that, the two drove around and then downtown just to put some distance between their lives and somewhere else. After the cold autumn air started creeping into them they stopped at a pizza place just on the other side of the bridge and ordered a veggie delight, like that was not breaking training, right.
"So what got you all spooked Mack?" Pat waited until half the pizza was gone before leaving the small talk for the main event.
"Nothing, why?"
"Yeah right. Something's got you spooked big time" Pat played with an uneaten crust "or is it just being seen in public with the biggest perv in any – "
"You ain't a perv" Mack lowered his voice and looked around, but on a school night the place was almost empty "hell, Dom's the one... I mean..."
"Did that freak you out?" Pat had a hunch this was what triggered the call. Finally seeing his teammates cross the unspoken boundary was definitely sufficient cause for some of the guys to get a serious case of...
"Fuck no, that ain't it. Hell, if you... I mean... forget it."
"So you don't think I should leave the team or – "
"What? Tool, you crazy? If every guy who shot his load" looking around the shop fast "I mean – fuck, there'd be like three guys left okay?"
"Yeah, you and Adams and Reverend Rulfberg."
"Funny Tool funny" realizing how off the track Pat really was. Mack gave a slight sigh as some of the weight came off his shoulders. At least he did not have "Cumboy" stapled to his forehead as he feared "can I ask you something?"
"Am I into guys?"
"Ffffff" Mack's coke went flying across the table, almost hitting Pat in the face "WHAT?"
"Isn't that what you were going to ask? After Friday I'm guessing half the school assumes – "
"Well then they're asses, like you said. But fuck no!" Mack felt the room was listening to them now "that's NOT what I was going to ask."
"Cause if you did the answer is: fuck if I know. I think it's that dreaded `bi' word for me."
"More than I need to know" Mack held up his hands "but okay, let's say..."
"Say what?"
"Just for argument sakes..."
"Spit it out already Mack. What?"
"Let's say your sister – "
"My sister?!?! You called me out to talk about my sister?"
"No! Fuck no! I mean just for example, okay let's say a girl – any girl in school – asked you – "
"Okay who is she?"
"No one okay? I mean some hypothetical... girl asked you..." Mack was going to town on his fingernail.
"Asked me what?"
"About me. Asked about me..."
"What about you?"
"I mean how... how would you describe me... I mean... to her."
"Bullshit answer or real answer."
"Real answer, okay Pat?" wow that was different calling him Pat.
"Okay, seriously..." Pat made a point of looking him up and down "about five ten five eleven two oh five" seeing the thumb go up "okay seriously two sixteen, brown hair, brown eyes, kinda crooked nose – hey I'm being honest here."
"What about..." onto the next fingernail "my... my body..."
"Big dude, thick chest big shoulders, maybe could lose a few pounds around the middle. Thick legs, kinda scrawny feet..."
"You... um... skipped stuff" not making eye contact.
"Like what?"
"Like what... girls really interested in, okay?"
"You mean your butt? You got a thick muscle butt maybe too hairy for most sensitive cheerleaders, is that – "
"The other... side..." Pat never saw Mack blush like that. Maybe it was a reaction to something in the pizza. Tomato allergy? But Pat knew what Mack was angling at.
"Shit Mack, girls don't care if you got a big dick or not!"
"You do..." staring at the unfinished pizza.
"What? I care if –"
"No you got a real cannon there so for you – "
"Shit Mack, that's what this is about? You worried you ain't... y'know, down there?"
"Hey not so loud okay?" Mack was now redder than red. He was canned tomato red! "but... um... yeah..."
"Okay, let me spell it out for you... meathead! I don't think you have a small dick, hell it's almost as thick as it is long, and it fuckin ain't that short, okay? You are not unattractive to" looking around the room, praying no one was hearing this "to someone, anyone who... what I'm trying to say is you ain't got nothing to worry about in the bod department or the..." lowering his voice to a whisper "sex department, okay? I don't know who told you you're not – what girl said what – "
"It wasn't a girl" and it slipped out. Mack would have done anything, even the afternoon over again, to take those words back "I mean – "
"Girl, guy, tree, lamppost, it's not important Mack, I mean it! I don't know who said what, but don't let it get to you okay?"
"I didn't mean – "
"Okay?" getting up to leave. Once they were out the door, their voices lost is the street noises Pat lowered his voice even more "too bad we're not in the same weight class. You find out real fast how `unattractive' you are, you hearin me Muller?"
"I don't care if you are a perv" Mack got him in a headlock and rubbed snow into his blond crewcut "you're an okay guy!"
"Hey!" Pat broke free rubbing his sore scalp "just because you're a big Macktruck don't mean you can bully little juniors like me!"
"Tool you are a lot of things, some things we don't mention in polite circles, but little ain't one of them" and Pat had to jump to avoid getting his nads cracked.