Chapter 124
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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 that northern crossroads. That being said, we continue with the story from Pat O'Toole – and friends!
If Mack had known where those pictures would end up, the pictures of him and Theo wresling naked, then worse, naked hard and shooting off! If Mack would have suspected whose eyes would examine them and scrutinize every detail he would have not gone to bed that night with his mind at ease, a false sense of security after his soul-bearing talk with his trusted friend Pat. But the next day Tuesday Mack woke up with a fresh dread about what might happen at school, especially when he saw Theo joining them at their lunch table, Mack dreading what might slip from his big mouth. But Theo acted like nothing was weird between them, and besides everyone was buzzing about twenty different things at once, so Mack's fears or Pat's new reputation as something like class stud were small pototoes among many competing concerns. So when it came time for wrestling practice they all thought the worst was behind them. They changed and headed out to the practice area and that's when they say him. He was big, big and scary looking. Not scary gangster or movie villain, but scary cop looking. He was engaged in a quiet conversation with the two coaches as they all filed in and slid to their customary corners.
"Well gentlemen, as you can see we have a visitor here today" making soft forced chuckle sounds "because as you can see he's a bit too big to miss. I will simply introduce him to you as Krouzay because no matter how hard I try – "
"My name is" and the stranger let loose with an impossible string of clashing consonants so impossible they could not even tell where his first name ended and his last began. But maybe one or two heard something like "Yannie" embedded where the first name should go, and if pressed yeah something like "Karoozheya" between the sixth and fourteenth syllable. But whatever his name this guy looked like he could do one of those Strongest-Man competitions without breaking a sweat. Not much taller than Farbersten maybe shorter, but how much was muscle and how much sheer bulk could not be determined underneath that suit. Easily custom-made, even big-and-tall stores dreaded customers like this kill-dozer. Pat was so busy trying to figure out what he would look like without all the layers he was too distracted to hear much of what Coach Sorin and then Farbersten was saying. Only that this guy was going to be paying them visits now and then. Theo opened his mouth to ask him if he was a wrestler, but the nervous laughter from the room and from the two adults told him he should have realized that was obvious. So with a certain amount of relief Coach told them to break into their normal groups and practice, well everything. So their visitor could get a good idea of their level of skills. Pat was content to stay towards the back practicing flips with Lester then John then Fred to pay much attention to them until he was twisting Fred into a pretzel and he heard,
"Is that the best leverage you can get from that position?" or at least that's what he thought he heard, as best he could translate that heavy accent.
"When I do this" Pat bent Fred's shoulders back and down "it's better..."
"If you use your left hand below and your right about, you can flip him more easier over this other hip" or something like that.
When Pat tried it he noticed the difference. It required less effort, more judo, less bar brawl.
"Yes I see what you mean... thanks."
"That is why I am here for to do" exchanging a quick glance with Don "but you must work out at your YCMA here."
"YMCA, and no, I work out at home" Pat did not want to go into all the details about why he was not crazy about the Y here, even it was connected with the high school like a semi-official wing.
"Are you sure you do it right?"
"I hope so" and Pat actually flexed for him, his big broad shoulders and muscular arms backing up his comment.
"Or you could be developing more efficient, like that flip before I will see that you – excuse me" and he went to the next group with the Coach, scrutinizing their form next.
Pat exchanged a look with Fred like: what the fuck was that all about. Then resumed their practice, but Pat noticed the difference. That huge brute was right; if he changed his stance and used different grips he could topple Fred with more ease. They continued until everyone was surprised by the whistle,
"Okay guys, we'll knock off early tonight" holding up his hands to quiet their cheers "but tomorrow it will be a full practice so don't think you'll always get to duck out early. Tucker! Jackson! I need to talk to you both now. Everyone else get your asses home!"
Pat exchanged puzzled looks with everyone as they left and made their way back to the locker rooms. But no one was more relieved than Mack. They all grabbed a quick shower and were in their street clothes before Coach Farbersten began to hurry them out of there.
"Sure you don't want me to stay too?" Mack sure as hell did not want a repeat of yesterday, but still suspected something wrong.
"No Muller, you can go."
"Look coach" Mack directed him away from any prying ears "about last night, I'm not on any demerit list or anything because of – "
"You're not in the doghouse, in fact you're doing just fine now get your ass home!" all but pushing him towards the door. Mack was one of the last to leave, and not too surprised to see Pat waiting for him two hallways away.
"What was that all about?"
"I dunno, something's weird here."
"Like last night?" Pat looked around hoping their voices were not echoing "just what did happen last night after practice, Mack?"
"Nothing okay? Not a damn thing!"
"You sure as fuck were not acting like nothing last night" Pat gave him his best benign smile "you know you can trust me right?"
"Yeah okay maybe..."
"So..." in a whisper "what happened?"
"It's just weird how now Jackson got to – I mean Farbersten wanted him to stay again. And Tucker..."
"Yeah he ain't even officially JV."
"Like you Tool."
"Exactly, so what's up Mack? What's going on around here? Something we should be worried about?"
"Okay..." Mack chewed on that already sore fingernail "can I trust you I mean really really like TOTALLY trust you?" and there it was. Mack was weighing the danger of taking O'Toole into his confidence. The repercussions could be disastrous; the benefits might just balance things out. But after their talk last night, Mack realized what he needed most right now was something resembling an ally he could trust implicitly.
"You know you can" and they started walking "same way I trust you with my shit, right?"
"Yeah I guess" he looked around and then ducked into a janitor's closet, pulling Pat in with him "but something's weird here, okay Pat?"
"What are we doing in here" noticing Mack was not turning on the light. He was braced for anything at this point. Mack was so far not the type to try anything like a quick grope or worse sucking face, but Pat could not rule out a weird sucker punch for no logical reason. But the way Mack's big frame and Pat's head scraped the ceiling there was little wiggle room between them, their bodies pressed tight enough together, Pat could smell Mack's fear. So when he heard was some scraping sound, then something metallic jingling Pat realized this was going from awkward to weird fast, but then they were out the door fast, Mack checking the coast was clear.
"I'm trusting you you don't say shit, I mean it Tool!"
"What did you – oh shit, you stole the keys!"
"I had stage crew last year, so I had to learn how to get around backstage what doors to unlock blah blah blah. And I know how to..."
"Shit we gonna... damn Mack you – I mean we're gonna spy on them? Huh? How?"
"Follow me but I mean it, from this second on you swear you don't know nothing! You swear nobody finds about about what comes next you swear?"
"Yeah okay I swear!"
"Okay follow me and don't make a sound" which was a lot easier for Pat than Mack, not the most graceful of wrestlers. At first Pat thought they were heading the wrong way, going into the next wing and away from the athletic facilities. But then they were in a stairwell going to the top floor. When they got to a service panel, Mack found the right key and they half-stepped half-crawled in, closing the panel door behind them.
"Where are we?" Pat whispered completely losing his bearings.
"Follow me" they went up a metal ladder until they were squeezed behind some heating units. They must be almost at the roof, Pat thought and then Mack pointed to a tiny gangway or catwalk against the wall "shoes" he whispered and started taking his off. Pat took a second to figure out what he meant and then the two of them were inching along the narrow access catwalk, their shoes tied around their necks until Mack got to a fork and took the one on the right. They crawled more and more slowly and cautiously for what seemed like ten long scary minutes before Mack raised his finger to hush Pat's nervous breathing. Then they heard faint voices coming from somewhere. Mack nodded and crawled a few feet more until they came to a series of vents below them. He crossed his fingers and inched a switch forward a few inches at most, praying there would be no loud metallic squeek to give them away. Then those vanes opened wider and there below them was the practice room. It was an awkward angle but they had a clear view of everyone. They signaled each other total silence and watched in growing shock at what was beginning below them in the practice room.
Ted Tucker and Theo Jackson were on their knees their arms locked together, muscles tensed waiting for a cue. And their singlets were already down around their waists. Poor Ted was so nervous his blush extended all the way down to his freckled chest. He was out-muscled by at least twenty pounds as his ivory skin showed those sinewy ripples and blue veins competing with all those freckles and now that bright red blush. He kept shooting nervous glances at that big visitor behind him, not knowing what to expect.
"Your coach has recommended you mister Tayo very highly to me" Kruizay continued.
"Thanks I guess" Theo looked at Ted giving a slight shrug.
"He has informed me you are very dedicated to the team. Your dedication, I feel, is more important than any inate athletic ability. Not that you are not a most... developed... athlete. Your coach tells me your record is excellent and as we all can see you are in peak physical shape. But again I stress it is your dedication which has brought you to my attention. Your dedication and strong desire to do what is necessary."
"And what is ness – I mean why are?"
"To be a sponsor, was that not made clear in my introduction earlier. I am offering to sponsor a few select... dedicated members of the varsity wrestling team" exchanging a nod with Farbersten "perhaps widening my sponsorship to, to other programs, other schools, we shall determine that as we go. But right now I am looking for let us say... ten wrestlers to sponsor."
"Y-y-you mean like scholarship?" Theo's voice cracked. Farbersten must have told them he was had been JV until recently so scholarships were a very new concept.
"Yes that is what I mean" taking a folding chair and testing its ability to hold his bulk. When it did not collapse he nodded to Farbersten and Sorin. Farbersten did not look up,
"Okay Jackson" even from their height Pat and Mack could hear the nervousness in coach's voice "remember what you said last night – "
"Last night?" Theo jumped "when last night?"
"Last night during our late-night practice when it was just you and Muller" Mack slammed his hand over Pat's mouth before he gasped "and you told me how eager you were to improve?"
"Y-y-y-y-yeah... kinda..." Theo could see Ted's almost alarmed expression growing.
"Remember you saying you would do anything to advance, to grow as a wrestler?"
"Yes Coach, I remember. Is this what you want?" and everyone knew what "this" meant.
"It's what we all want, you still willing to follow instruction?"
"Yes... coach..." Ted felt the grip on his arms tighten.
"What is he talking about?" Ted muttered to Theo.
"It's cool Ted, just go with it" he muttered back "it's important" whispering "I owe you."
"Well our visitor would like to see a small demonstration of..."
"Like last night... right coach?"
"Yes Jackson. Exactly."
"Same final pin as last night too?"
"What final pin?" Ted blurted out.
"Yes Jackson. Exactly like last night" Farbersten looked over at Kruizay who gave the go-ahead "starting NOW!" and he blew the whistle.
Mack and Pat pressed their faces as close to the vanes as they could without making a noise. Or hoping they could not be spotted. They watched as Ted, smaller and more wiry than Theo tossed him back and to the side but both grappling their way to their feet. Finally Ted dared to use an illegal move and put his foot behind Theo's tripping him backwards and toppling him to the mat. Ted was not big but man was he fast and before Theo could counter his leg was lifted backwards and his shoulders pressed to the mat.
"Reversal to Tucker. Jackson, assume the position!"
Theo rolled to his knees and got into position, the back of his singlet almost half-way down his crack.
"Do it" Theo whispered back at Ted already spread over him "dirtier the better they want it."
"You mean?"
"Do it!" and that is what Ted did. He reached around and grabbed Theo right on the cock. When it began to throb under his grip he knew he was is serious territory now. He remembered the coach's words at the last few practices. About not letting boners get in the way, not being distracted by grabbing or being grabbed in the crotch. So Ted kept a firm grip on that lengthening tube as he toppled him over, a bit shocked how easy it was to get the bigger guy on his back. With one arm in a half-nelson Ted pressed down on Theo's torso and then felt it. He felt his cock in contact with that growing tube beneath him. And the more he pressed the more Theo tried to buck and slide backwards away from Ted's now sweaty slick body. When Theo slid at least four feet along the mat he twisted and rolled Ted onto his back, pushing him along the mat as he twisted him back and forth. At that point all the sliding had taking its toll on Theo's singlet, now pushed all the way past his bare buttocks, and half-way down his thighs. Ted gasped when he felt the rough pouch of Theo's jock rubbing against his own barely-covered crotch. And the way he was being slid and rocked backwards and sideways again and again, it was not long before his own singlet was down around his legs as well.
"Reversal Jackson" came from nowhere "Tucker assume the position!"
Ted wanted to protest but Theo just whispered "go with it, just go with it. Make it worth your while" directing him over and down to his knees. When he started to tug his singlet back into place Theo shook his head no. Ted knew he was at a crossroads; this wrestling was so far from legit, it would never be condoned in any circle he knew. The way they were already half-naked, and both starting to show erections, and illegal and obscene moves not only not discouraged but almost encouraged, well Ted needed to make a decision fast. From what he heard Theo was the go-to guy for all sorts of things no one admitted to. And he had to roll the idea around in his head about getting dirty with this guy, if he could do it, if he could imagine his white body and Theo's black flesh in contact so intimate he would not want anyone to ever get wind of it. His expectation of the coaches keeping things above board had been crumbling fast. And the arrival of this new foreign musclehead had "trouble" written all over it. Ted crouched at the crossroad, hesitating. Could he go through with this if things went from R to X-rated? At times like this his cock took over and with Theo's hints that he would owe Ted big time was enough of a nudge to push him over the edge. And worse of all the idea of getting down and nasty with this guy was not as disgusting as he expected. It was as much curiosity as lust that made him decide to keep his singlet around his thighs. So this time it was Ted's bare butt exposed for all to see, the pale skin blotchy and showing every bruise and strain.
Theo sprawled his larger more muscular frame over the wiry redhead's and before anyone said boo, he slipped his hand between Ted's thighs, and reached up until his hand was tight around Ted's cock. His bare cock now being tugged to the side of the jock and man did Theo know his way around an uncut cock. He had it free of the pouch and the skin pulled back before Ted responded to the whistle. The blatant exposure only confirmed his suspicion this was no legit wrestling, the coach was keeping those two behind to show this foreign "guest" just how far his wrestlers would go if pushed. Not that Ted completely ruled out the possibility of doing "dirty wrestling" but now that the chance was being offered on a silver platter, he would be a fool not to see where this might lead. And the thought that possibly this is what Theo and Mack did when they were kept after class yesterday only added to the effect of that hand on his cock. Theo was his teammate and boy did this dude have a body to get all the chicks wet for. So Ted being given the green light to manhandle this guy, and be manhandled in the process, this is something Ted could do. At least once. So when Theo had Ted's singlet down around his thighs and his cock out the side of his jock, his back arched so his junk was on total display Ted decided it was time to up the stakes. Just when Theo thought he had Ted flipped onto his back, Ted continued the momentum sending Theo up and down over his hip, splat down on his face. He barely got his breath before Ted was flat on top of him, his now filling cock poking Theo in his buttcrack. And the thought of Mack naked and getting into dirty wrestling with all this naked flesh, these black hard muscles, man! That is when it happened!
"Fuck look at that" Pat whispered "Theo's lettin him do it!"
"You promised you won't say shit remember?" Mack whispered back.
"This... this what happened... last night?" but Pat feared he already knew the answer "no wonder..."
"You swore."
"Your secret's safe" their two faces almost touching as they inched together to get a better look. Below them the could see Theo still flat on his stomach, Ted wrenching one arm behind his back as he rubbed himself up and down against Theo's sweaty ass. The more he rubbed and twisted the further down he forced his singlet until first one then the other leg kicked free. When his breath became noticeably ragged, they heard the whistle.
"Reversal. Jackson assume position!"
"Anything you want coach" but Ted was on his feet first. He made a show of stuffing his now very red and very erect cock back inside his jock until the head was sticking out the waistband at least several inches. It was not as thick and menacing as Theo's but if it was a half-inch shorter than Theo's the coach would have been surprised. And the way the tapered torpedo head was squeezed flat against Ted's corded abdominal muscles only made it look longer.
"You two are even scored" Farbersten looked at Kruisay "what else you want to see before they..."
"You mentioned oil was used last night, is that right?"
"I'll let you two do that" and if he didn't hand the bottle to Ted. Theo had done this before, but not like this! He crouched down in the position, not knowing how far Ted would push it. But when he felt a very greased hand start to rub the small of his back and then work it way ever further down, Theo just arched his spine expecting what?
Pat had to shift his weight and straighten his leg, a painful cramp appearing from nowhere. As he did he noticed Mack's eyes on his shorts, realizing they were doing a poor job of hiding his massive hardon. Mack's eyes went wide but when they heard the groaning echoing up from beneath them he tore his eyes off Pat and resumed spying on the room below.
Ted's hand had not only shined Theo's dark rump but had tugged down the front of his stuffed jock and was rubbing a second handful into those purple balls. When he started a slow intentional jacking up and down that fully rodded dick, Theo actually raised himself off his hands allowing Ted free access to his bared front. When Theo started rocking his cock into Ted's hand they were both startled out of their slippery contact by Coach's whistle. With Ted trying to wrestle with one greased hand, and Theo with his entire lower body slippery and Ted unable to get a grip, all they could do was roll around on the now shiny mat, getting to their knees only to twist and slide back down. The best Theo could do was wriggle his jock completely off, now sliding around and over Ted completely naked and hopelessly aroused. When he finally felt Ted running out of steam he slid him onto his back pressing their two now totally greased crotches together. Watching Kruisay's reaction Theo tugged Ted's jock down and tucked it beneath his balls, feeling how pulled upwards and tight they already were.
"This what you want coach? Am I doing this right?"
"You might want to make any final requests" Farbersten looked at Kruisay "they are close to..."
"Like last night Tayo" Kruisay made it clear "first one to produce his orgasm and" but he never finished. Theo gave a series of short fast jabs into Ted's crotch and began to unload several days worth of cum, even producing a shot or two as he rolled off Ted and went to his knees facing their guest as the last dollops of white cream oozed out and down to the mat "perfect, wonderful, you win your match and – "
"Not yet!" Theo spun around until he was sitting on Ted's heaving chest. He slid down until their crotches were again almost touching, then took both fists now equally greasy and began a furious jacking up and down that bright red cock. Even before Farbersten could make him stop, Ted was arching and spasming and then shooting straight up and hitting Theo in his abs, his white cum splattered all over those dark muscles. Theo's fists did not stop until every drop was drained from that long hard dick "that what you want, I do that right?"
"Both of you in the showers now. I need a word with..."
"We're outa here" Theo helped Ted to his feet "god knows I reek" and they staggered out of the room.
"Most impressive, most impressive" Kruisay nodded and got to his feet. The front of his dress pants were tented so badly it looked fake "and you say these two were not even you first choices?"
"First choices?" Mack spat out before he realized where they were. As soon as he realized his mistake he pointed back down the catwalk, closing the vents as he slid away. Once they were safely back in the heating and ventilation room, they looked at each other. It was then Mack noticed the front of Pat's shorts were completely soaked "man! Really? You shot? You creamed your pants?"
Pat shrugged, knowing he was totally busted "sorry, sometimes..." too late to hide "c'mon Mack don't give me – "
"Honest wow..." inching their way back, still whispering and crouching, expecting to be busted any second "you always so – "
"I said I'm sorry geez you don't – "
"Hey don't apologize..." looking down and giving his jeans a tug "shit I almost came close a few times myself. That was so impossible it woulda been freaking hot if it weren't so..."
"Mack?" they were down the ladder and already inching through the access door, knowing they needed to leave in a big hurry "you don't gotta answer... but is that what happened to you? Last night?"
"It woulda..." hearing their steps echo down the hallway "if I hadn'ta blown my load prematurely. I can tell you cause it seems we both got the same problem, huh?"
"What problem's that, exactly?"
"Short fuses, Tool okay? And..." ducking into a doorway hearing sounds from somewhere "and I know you ain't gonna breathe a word of this to no living soul, we clear on that?"
"That's kinda why..." staring at his feet "y'know... after yesterday, I didn't want to be – I mean having this hanging over – "
"Over what?"
"Damnit Mack, now you know what's going on and it's not just you okay? That's why you dragged me up there, right? Cause you thought no one would believe you if..."
"No kidding" Mack nodded as Pat start heading the wrong way down the hallway "where you going?" he panicked.
"I gotta change! My locker is – "
"Like hell you are. This way!" and with Mack's grip on Pat's collar they ran back the way they came, hearing more noises "look Pat..."
"I know what you're – "
"No you don't. It's like this. You owe me big time for me letting you see THAT! And" holding up his hands "and I owe you big time for not saying a word okay? So it's like this" turning down a corner and plastering their backs against the wall "we make a deal right now got it?"
"Okay you buy silence with..." but Mack suspected the worst.
"You want my ass, I got that loud and clear" Mack's eyes on those cum-stained shorts.
"Worse... I mean well that – shit you'd let?"
"Hey were both in too deep now to worry about that but" slowing their pace "that's not it? You don't want me like – "
"Something even worse!"
"What's worse than bending over and – "
"Okay Mack remember you owe me" Pat nailed him in his stare, all business now "deal is no jacking off!"
"HUH? What?" too loud.
"Cause I got this hunch okay? No listen! You don't cum and I don't cum and – "
"But that makes it worse! I already am too – "
"Trust me on this one Mack" Pat put his hand on one of those big shoulders "but now we're leaving now, cum or no cum!" and then they heard those voices echoing closer from somewhere "run!" and they were to the side doors and out in seconds.