The Exam

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, not to mention family members. 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 hard'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 – and friends – mentioned way way back in Chapter Ninety-Seven. Several readers expressed a burning need to hear 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 had to endure to bring him to that crossroads in the Great White North. That being said, we continue with the story from the O'Tooles – and friends!

Chapter 142

"So what were you and dad doing?" Something y'didn't want – " Jen was all accusatory in Sean's face. She has a nose for anything off she could exploit and boy could she smell it on him and that got her radar working.

"None of your – "

"Just because your birthday you think it gives you – "

"Well it does!"

"Just because – "

"Well now that I'm sixteen – "

"You mean seventeen dear" their mom started to put groceries away, giving her daughter a look like: well? You going to help or just play the princess?

"Oh yeah I forgot" Sean did not "and since I'm the Birthday Boy everyone has to do – "

"Sean we stopped playing that game years ago" all but shoving a bag into Jen's hands "isn't that right, Jen?"

"Someday when you're older I tell you why" she sniffed and trod off to her room, groceries unpacked.

"Did she really make Mike do horrible things?"

"Ask your father" she looked around "where is he anyway?"

"Think doing stuff down in my room I'm not supposed to know about" Sean shrugged "like I don't already know where you hide the Christmas presents..."

"It's not Christmas and we don't `hide' anything, Sean" she tried to hide her displeasure at Jen's actions "oh there you are!" as Mike senior clomped up the stairs and emerged into the kitchen "Sean said something about – "

"WHAT?!" Mike flipped out then caught himself mid-flip "I mean... uh..."

"Don't worry I didn't tell mom about hiding the you-know-what" he smirked, seeing his dad turn seven shades of green "you-know-where."

"Sean!" only slightly less panicked.

"It's okay dad, mom already knows" continuing over his dad's gasps "about you trying to keep me distracted so I don't know what the two bobsie twins" nodding at his mom "were really doing all this time. Hey I'll even look surprised, okay?"

"Sean, really..." but mom was too busy trying to do Jen's chores for her now.

"Need help, hon?"

"No you go get ready. What time is it?" even though the clock was not two feet away from her "oh, twelve-thirty. Well can we leave by one?"

"Sure thing" glaring at Sean "go clean up. I even started your laundry for you" underlining the code words "gimme ten" and Mike senior was up the stairs so fast. But not fast enough to draw any more suspicions. He prayed.

He checked in on Mike and Pat to let them know when their departure time was. And to make sure they were still talking to him. But they seemed cool, in spite of everything. He assumed once they had a hot shower and talked enough to make sure they were all on the same page, Mike senior sped to his den.

He did not realize he had been holding his breath til he opened his email and there it was! He opened the messages sent from Sean's computer and gasped when he realized those attachments were actually there. Making sure the door was locked he opened the first set and there he was! His naked shiny body looked even better than he imagined it should. But then with all those lights and with the realization that Sean actually had known what he was doing, how to make that damn camera do an amazing almost professional job of capturing all his shiny hairy studliness and then opening more attachments and there he was comparing dicks with Pat and then the real shit came into view! The way Sean captured Mike pressing his dick deep into Pat's ass was too much; Mike gasped when he realized just what he was looking at. He was looking at prison for starters. If not total and complete ruin.

With the clock ticking loudly from across the room, sounding like a time bomb about to blow his cover sooner than later, Mike found and then composed a new message to Kruisay's address. He moved three pics of him and Pat, one with his fresh load on Pat's butt, then opened that second group he forwarded himself from Sean's computer. When he saw the pics of him and Mike junior, he completely lost his nerve. After all Kruisay already had the dirt on him and Pat, but Mike? Squeaky clean, all-star Mike? He hesitated knowing this could get Mike into more trouble than he – but no! This was agreed to precisely keep Mike OUT of trouble! All of this was so that Mike would never EVER be subjected to a tenth of what Pat had already been forced to do. So he quickly added four shots of him raping his eldest and blowing that second load in him and then on him. When it came to the pics of him tied down and his bloated cock wrapped in those shoelaces, Mike was almost eager to share those, seeing how totally hot he looked. But when it came to pics of Sean lowering himself onto his vertical pole, and then shots of him sucking off his son Mike on top of it he really hesitated. But knowing once this was down it was over, Mike gathered three more images of Sean raising himself off Mike's cock, cum dripping from both his cock and Sean's ass, Mike added the last pics and before he had a moment to reflect on all the repercussions he hit

SEND

Mike sat there a second, a pool of sweat suddenly cooling on his body and almost started crying. What had he done? Well he just raped his own kids in order to save his own kids. The pretzel logic was too upside-down inside-out to keep his hand from shaking. But the clock on the wall told him the time for regret was long gone; he had eight minutes to shower and dress.

He emerged from the shower feeling only a half-inch better and shorter. While he finished drying his legs he chanced to notice a message blinking on his phone. Mike caught himself looking over his shoulder as he jumped to check it. With a slight shudder he recognized the number. He called back,

"Hello."

"Kruisay look I sent the – "

"Yes I received everything you sent. To be completely frank I debated whether or not you would have actually – "

"Well I did okay? So we're done here, got it?" knowing they were far from done.

"As we agreed, your scholarship" making it sound like a dirty word "for your sons will be deposited tomorrow morning as soon as..."

"No MORE! I know you want something else and – "

"As soon as the bank has opened to received the transfer."

"And...?"

"And what?"

"There's a catch right? I'm expecting you – "

"There is no catch Mister O'Toole. This completes our agreement."

"You're shitting, right? Just like that?"

"Yes, just like that, as you put it. Now if do not have any more questions – "

"What about Mike? What about Pat?"

"As for your sons..." oh, shit here it comes "they will no longer be called upon to do any further activities or – "

"Seriously? You shitting me right? You aren't gonna make any of them do – "

"Like I said and will say again until you understand neither you nor anyone in your family will ever again be called upon – "

"You better be telling the truth because if I get wind of any – "

"Please check with your bank tomorrow. Good bye" and before Mike could get in another word the line went dead.

He heard the knock at the door and before he opened it to his wife he was in his underwear and pants, looking like the storm had cleared. He told himself it was over, it was finally over, and that afternoon at the restaurant Mike and family settled into something like a normal birthday gathering. Even when they returned home to open presents and enjoy Sean's act of being completely surprised and shocked at his presents, everyone went along with it. Mike wanted to take each of his sons aside to have a long and apologetic conversation with them but as soon as the cake and ice cream were inhaled, first Jen then Pat managed to slip away and exit the house. Mike gave them all the "school night" talk but they were out the door before he could finish. When Sean he had homework and retired to his basement retreat, Mike thought it best to leave him in peace.

The parents were left to – no surprise there – finish the clean-up and get the mess squared away. Mike thought it best to return to his den but instead sought out his eldest. He knocked on the door,

"Mike? You in there?"

"Dad, come on in" which is what he did.

"Look Mike about..."

"Relax dad" Mike was sitting at his desk, the computer on with books scattered everywhere "so whatdya know about trig?"

"You want to talk about trig?"

"I take it that means not a whole lot, huh?"

"Mike look about before..."

"Dad we don't gotta talk about it now okay?" he tried to laugh "at least wait until my butt ain't so sore, okay?"

"I'm sorry Mike I got carried away and – "

"Well um.. I mean..." turning to face his dad straight on "well I ain't okay?"

"You ain't what?"

"I ain't... um... sorry, okay?"

"But Mike! What we did – "

"Was something I – I mean, y'know..." seeing his dad's panicked expression "I ain't dumb dad. I could tell when we were y'know used to work out and" holding up his hands "let me finish okay? I mean we used to work out like all the time and then less and less and at first I thought it was because you were not happy with how sloppy I was or I wan't doing it right or hard enough or... no just listen okay? But I could tell stuff was happening that usually don't happen when a dad works out with his kid, okay? And the more intense things got and no matter how hard you tried to hide it I could tell you were getting... y'know..." nodding at his dad's crotch "and it was making you all nervous like, okay? And when you started noticing I was getting as boned as you and I was not making the same effort to hide it and you did not know what to do and then I could tell we were working out less and less and when we did things were getting, like that time it was just jocks and finally FINALLY DAD you were not hiding your hardon" laughing "like you could, okay?"

"I'm sorry about that. That was just wrong I should have – "

"Well dad I was not, okay? You saw how hot I got! Didn't you notice where I blew my load that time when – "

"You really did that Thursday?"

"Yeah, I don't know what day it was but obviously you remembered so you must have noticed it, but yeah. Didn't you put it together then when..."

"I wasn't sure okay? I mean it's kinda a hard thing to admit, y'know? A guy's kid actually got so hot he had an orgasm just from..."

"Say it, dad."

"From... what? Me?"

"Bingo!"

"But I'm your dad!"

"And you're a hot stud, okay?"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Like before, y'know when... we were..."

"We don't have to go into details, okay?"

"I just wish..." biting his lip. Mike knew it might be too much to actually say it out loud but damn! After what just happened, what could his dad say "if it had just been y'know, just you and me, maybe..."

"Maybe what? What are you trying to say?"

"Just the two of us working out, okay? And doing everything, okay?"

"Everything? What the hell does `everything' mean?" dreading the answer but getting annoyed at the reaction it was having in his dress pants.

"Everything I could get my stud dad to do. Maybe..." lowering his gaze "everything he would have balls enough to..." rubbing himself openly "get me to do also."

"Mike... no... that's just..."

"Well you asked" Mike returned to his homework "something for you to think about, okay? Instead of worrying you totally fucked up your sons okay?"

"Mike!"

"Fucked yeah. But not fucked up, okay dad?"

"Mike we gotta sort this out sometime but – "

"But in the meantime about these trig problems..."

"Sorry" he stood up and immediately regretted it. His pants were tented enough to make him blush "I'll leave you to it."

"Thanks. Dad?"

"Yeah, Mike?"

"Just remember" he closed his book and stood up. Mike was in the same condition "there's nothing you could do t'make me think any less of you, okay?"

"Um.." Mike started fighting that frog in his throat "t-t-thanks son, it means a lot" and he was out the door before Mike could see how much it was affecting him.

The first second he could, without creating too much notice, Pat managed to beat a hasty exit. His excuse was he had to go to the library, but with the weather growing worse, his parents were not buying it. He was told to be back by nine but Pat told them he was be back long before then. He beelined for the Muller house, not sure what kind of circus he would walk into. He came in through the kitchen door but no one was there so he yelled out and heard Mack answer him from upstairs. So far he had avoided Mister Muller but he knew that he would stay in the clear forever.

"Up here" came from Mack's room.

"Mack" Pat announced his arrival as he stomped up the stairs.

"In here" which was where he found Mack, watching some ESPN on his TV screen.

"Wasn't sure if you'd be home but..."

"Sit!" Mack ordered "talk!"

"Where do I start?"

"I got your text this morning. Start there."

"I didn't know if you did or not" off came the jacket in the always over-heated room "so I was – "

"You said to get over there pronto. Like it was all hiting the fan!"

"Man did it!" he could see Mack starting to sweat. Sweating even more? Even though he was wearing just a white t-shirt and sweatpants "so what happened Mack?"

"I thought I asked you that."

"No I mean what happened? You got my text and...?"

"And...?" Mack was stalling for time. And he knew that Pat was fully aware of it. And whenever Mack was playing his who-innocent-me? card they both knew he was hiding major shit. Before Pat lept to all the wrong/right conclusions – especially now that Mack knew Pat was like this total mind-reader or something – he had to start talking "okay I was leaving the house okay and – no I'll tell you okay? Like we got any secrets anymore, huh? Well I guess I was a bit too hot to get over to your place cause dad smelled something queer right away don't interrupt I'm telling you what went down. So seriously I like have one foot out the door and he starts the third-degree and we're standing outside like all the way to sidewalk that's as far as I made it and he's asking me what's the big hurry okay? I tell him it's like no big deal just something about Sean's birthday and shit well as soon as he hears that he does this weird like one-eighty and he says for me to stay put he's gotta go over there anywhere, like he has my old play station suddenly he's gonna give him or some shit. And I know he's totally making this bullshit up but he says stay home and he's be right back and before I can stop him he's like driving away! I tried to text you and warn you and – "

"I never got it Mack!"

"What? You shitting me?"

"Nope well..." he pulled out his phone "oh shit!" and there it was. Mack text:

dads on the way not me battle stations

"Oh shit!" Pat checked his phone. Sometime when he slipped off to the bathroom he managed to turn off the incoming bell as well as...

"You never got my text? And then dad just shows up?"

"All I know is we're downstairs and then dad intercepts your dad and they're arguing in the kitchen. I just about messed my jeans when here comes my dad and your dad both coming downstairs!"

"What? He STAYED?!?!?"

"Look Mack... um..."

"What was going down when... I mean my dad didn't see..." Mack saw Pat's expression "no fucking WAY!"

"Y'see Sean got this sick thing in his head – I mean in the old days we used to do this – "

"Do what, Pat?" Mack was freaking. Because Mack knew what Pat was capable of. And just recently he found out what Pat's dad also was capable of. But no way Pat and his dad were comparing notes!

"Do this like totally twisted evil thing where whoever's birthday it was could – like he could pick someone to be his birthday slave and – "

"You? You and Sean?"

"Worse okay?"

"Who?"

"My dad okay?"

"Your dad? No fuckin way!" but Mack had first-hand experience with the Toolman losing bets "Sean and your dad? What did he make him do?"

"Nothing seriously sick okay?" Pat lied "just do some workout shit for the camera and – "

"WHAT!?!?! Sean was taking PICTURES?!?!"

"Yeah, some" Pat could tell Mack knew he was lying. But he was on serious turf now and had to play it real safe "so your dad shows up okay and – "

"My dad SAW THIS? Pat, what did he SEE?"

"Look Mack, I'm sure your dad saw my dad in a jock before, okay?"

"Your dad was only wearing a jock?" Mack was doing his impression of shocked-innocent-child. He was banking Pat was buying it. Well at least some of it "and Sean's taking kinky pics of this?"

"Yeah basically."

"My dad saw this? I mean he stayed and watching this?" Mack imagined something like a repeat of Wednesday night's card game all over again. But this time Sean taking pictures of it? Man, he would give his right nut to see those!

"What if he did? Would that freak you out?"

"So was he like laughing his ass off? I mean he wasn't like getting all..." watching the beads of sweat forming on Pat's face "no fuckin way! You telling me my dad – my DAD! – was getting into this shit?"

"Look Mack we gotta talk okay?"

"So talk Tool! I'm listening. What did my dad and your dad do?"

"It's not like they did..." Pat wiped the sweat from his face then met Mack's eyes "like what we did okay?"

"No shit" Mack's hand dropped to his crotch before he caught himself "whoa, that was an accident."

"You regretting... y'know... what we..."

"Fuck no!" the hand slipped back into his crotch "you?"

"Honest?"

"Yeah Tool, the truth!"

"We're still buds, right?"

"If not we are both like – "

"Okay don't freak but..."

"What did my dad do?"

"He stayed for... um... a while and..."

"What did he DO, PAT?!?"

"Nothing much... but he stayed a while and..." Pat knew this would get that bulge out of those sweatpants "he... um... he watched, okay?"

"He... WATCHED?!?!" Mack tried to imagine the scene as best his spinning brain could. He imagined something like Wednesday with him and Ted in jocks getting sexed up with what? Clueless asexual Sean taking school project pictures and what? His dad just sitting there his big hairy arms folded over his chest looking... pissed? Bored? Distracted? But the more Mack revisited what happened – or rather what that Ted lunatic and yeah, big-dicked Mister O'Toole pushed the group to do – the more Mack forced himself to consider the possibility of his dad sitting there and... damn! Could he forced himself to face the idea his dad actually could get turned on by that? It was so far out in left field – shit it was more than that, it was out of the park! – that Mack could not wrap his head around it. But images of Wednesday kept coming back to him. Then Mack remembered what Pat's dad made him and his dad do. Naked!

"Would that freak you out if he did?"

"Well... like yeah!" Mack lied and knew Pat knew he was lying.

"So that would not get you boned just thinking about it?"

"Fuck no!" he lied. And crossed his legs hoping Pat had not noticed. Yeah, right. Like Pat could tell when Mack was horned up from like ten miles away, it seemed.

"Fuck you, Muller! Prove it!"

"Huh?"

"Lose the sweats!"

"C'mon Pat..." Mack knew it was all going to come out. But he had to keep some control of this.

"Do it Mack!"

"But..."

"If you ain't packing a bone in there I'll..."

"You'll what?"

"If that cock is hard I'll blow you!"

"What?"

"If you ain't hard hearing about your dad jacking his meat watching – "

"What? He was jacking off watching – "

"If that don't have your getting hard I'll I'll..." Pat laughed knowing he already won "I'll let you bone me in front of the whole team!"

"Pat that's not funny!" but neither were laughing "damn... you always win!" Mack stood and lowered his sweatpants. And there was his thick meat pointing straight ahead "but don't blow me okay?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Cause I'd shoot off as soon as you so much as breathed on it, okay?" he came over and sat on the bed next to Pat. As soon as Pat's hand found it, he let out a short gasp.

"You really close, huh?" but Mack only nodded "thought you would've been jacking all day thinking about – oh shit! You mean you still holding off from..." remembering their weird pact about not cumming "so you haven't blown since last night?" but Mack did not need to say shit; Pat could feel the evidence pulsing in his fist "damn, just thinking about what might have happened today got you – "

"So what did happen?"

"Like I said, Sean was taking pics."

"Of your dad? N-n-naked?"

"Yeah... eventually" as Mack's cock gave a lurch.

"Wow... my dad..."

"Yeah?"

"He saw that?"

"Geez Mack, they went to school together, remember? Like you and me see each other naked all the – "

"What did he say?"

"He just stood there behind Tommy – "

"TOMMY?!?! Tommy who?"

"Did I say Tommy? I meant – "

"No way! Not Brunner! No way he would be there unless – shit! Was Mike there too!?!?!"

"Um... maybe..." but Mack's pushed Pat's hand away fast.

"Your turn! Take off these" rubbing Pat's jeans.

"Why?"

"Maybe I wanna jack yours too" which was something Pat was not expecting to hear. Before Mack rethought was he said, Pat stood up and pulled off his shoes. Then his jeans and boxers were off. The two of them sat there naked from the waist down, their fists on each other's cocks. For once Mack was harder than Pat and man, did Mack notice that "Brunner and Mike both there?"

"Look Mack, y'gotta promise not to – "

"Hey Pat we are so past that okay? I don't broadcast your stuff and you don't broadcast my shit. We already talked about that, right?"

"Yeah I guess."

"So Brunner and my dad were off in the corner jacking off to your dad?"

"No, that's not what I said. I said – "

"You said your dad was naked for Sean. Who else was naked? My dad?"

"Hell no" Pat lied.

"Safe bet you were, huh?"

"Maybe?"

"Not Mike! No way Brunner!"

"So what if your dad did y'know like as things started getting..."

"You telling me... like my dad actually did..."

"You never saw your dad naked?"

"Yeah right..." Mack lied "I mean he's like..."

"Would you freak if you..."

"If I what?"

"Saw him naked?"

"You saw my dad naked?"

"Tell me first! You and your dad both naked at the same time... looking at each other..." and right on cue a huge glop of pre-cum burped onto Pat's fingers "I take that as a yes."

"Damnit Pat" Mack pushed his hand away but kept his on Pat's slowing growing cock. Mack had seen it soft, hard, in between, so many times he knew it in its every state. So Mack could tell Pat had been doing sex shit at least once since they did it last night "answer me now. Did you see my dad naked?"

"Maybe" meaning: yeah.

"And your dad was naked then too, huh?"

"Oh yeah."

"Sean taking pics of all of this. You were naked too, this tells me" yanking Pat's cock a few times for emphasis "and wow! You and your dad both naked for Sean?"

"Would that freak you out?"

"Did it freak my dad out?"

"About the same I guess."

"No... I mean no way" starting to sink in "he was hard watching this? No way he was naked too. You and your dad both naked and I know for sure you were hard! Pat you telling me you and your dad were doing naked hard shit for Sean?"

"Would that freak you out?"

"Wow... you two were hard, tell me!"

"Yeah, pretty much..." Pat's hand tried to return to jacking Mack but he pushed it away with a loud hiss. So Pat's hand instead went to Mack's super-full hairy nads. When Mack's hand did the same to Pat's it did not stop there but continued south until it found,

"Pat!" yanking it away.

"What?"

"What happened to your... y'know..." tentatively again rubbing the swollen puffy flesh "no way I did that last night – oh shit!"

"Mack be cool okay?"

"You and your dad? Like both of you actually did – " this time his cock burped a thick glob all by itself.

"You gonna freak on me now?"

"No way! I can't even imagine you and your dad – what? Sean? My dad?" Mack was gasping trying to get his mouth to form the words "they were watching you?"

"Yeah, your dad saw it, okay?" and before Mack could stop it Pat's hand was around Mack's cock for good "a son hot enough to let his dad do sex shit together and – "

"No Pat!" Pat assumed it was his hand not the idea Mack was protesting.

"Tell me you and you dad – "

"No way!"

"You would never even consider – "

"Pat please... don't..." Pat's hand returned to those balls, now tight and high as they could go.

"The idea of you and your dad naked, could you do that?"

"M-m-m-maybe" feeling his orgasm just hanging there seconds away.

"You two jacking each other..."

"No stop!"

"Would you suck his cock?"

"Pat!"

"Him suck you?"

"Damn..." losing the battle fast.

"Would you suck a cock, Mack?"

"Maybe?"

"My cock?"

"Yeah" and to get that hand away from his pulsing cock that is what Mack did. He was letting it into his mouth, hoping it would stop himself from betraying any more buried secrets.

"You've fucked me, would you let someone fuck you?"

Mack jerked upright like someone has shoved a cattle-prod into his nuts!

"What?"

"You heard me? Who would you let fuck you?"

"Not funny!"

"Who, Mack?"

"Well definitely not any of your O'Toole cocks!" and his blunder hit him like a two-by-four.

"Who – when – I mean you saw who? You saw my dad's cock?"

"C'mon Pat!" Mack was shocked enough he could feel his impending orgasm finally easing up "you were just telling me my dad was jacking off watching you and your dad fucking!"

"What if you were there instead?"

"I wasn't remember?"

"But if you were" Pat's hand back on Mack's cock. And then Mack's back on Pat's as well "and you saw your dad getting all rodded. Would you have gone down on him?"

"Not in front of all – fuck!"

"You would've, admit it!"

"Like you would admit you and your dad get into sex shit?"

"We did. Just ask your dad!"

"Yeah right..."

"Ask Sean!"

"I don't believe half that shit about him taking pics!"

"Ask Tommy then!"

"Really? Brunner was really there? Don't shit me Pat!"

"Yeah, like he'd admit being there, bad idea" Pat spit into his hand and reapplied it to Mack's cock. By this point Mack was past the point of fighting the inevitable "like you would admit to being willing to get into something like – "

"Not like you and your dad! Not actual fucking with guys watching!"

"Okay what would you do? It's me Pat, remember? Spill it!"

"Damn I hate you sometimes... okay, me and him naked... fuck okay that'd be kinda hot..."

"Jacking each other like this? Maybe even sucking..."

"Oh fuck I'm so close..."

"Sean and Mike watched me and dad, remember? Sean taking pics with one hand, jacking with the other?"

"Your brothers... your brothers too..."

"Your brother?"

"Huh? WHAT?"

"What if he was there too? Your dad and Dennis both. Both naked and – "

"No way they were do anything in front of each other! That's too impossible to even consider!"

"What if somehow... what if you like... tricked them into it..."

"Fuck... fuck..." Pat knew he had Mack seconds from blowing his load.

"You and your brother sixty-nining in front of your dad" and that did it! Mack shot all over Pat's hand before Pat could lower his mouth and catch the rest. Mack's hands grabbed Pat and shoved him down the full length of his spurting cock, not letting up until his cock was softening against Pat's tongue.

"Wow..."

"Fuck, when you cum you really cum" Pat felt some still oozing from his mouth. On a whim he leaned over expecting Mack to push him away. But when their faces smashed together and Mack even tasted some of his own jizz Pat got yet another huge surprise. Damn, but this day kept getting odder and odder "wow Mack..."

"Did that freak you out?"

"I never thought you'd let me..." but again their faces came together. This time Mack did pull away.

"I hate you y'know..."

"Huh?"

"I thought I knew – I mean you keep forcing me to face things I never wanted to face."

"Like kissing a dude?"

"For starters, yeah."

"Like being willing to do stuff with your dad?"

"You can't say shit to anybody about that, promise!"

"So you never did anything with Dennis growing up? Like nothing?"

"What's this suddenly about Dennis? Did you and him...?"

"Okay I won't lie okay?"

"Pat what did you do?"

"After you fell asleep I had to use the john okay? It was dark and he thought I was you and – "

"What HAPPENED?"

"Nothing okay? We just went back to his room for a second – "

"What? You went to his room?"

"It seems Sean's not the only one taking pics okay?"

"He took pics of YOU?!?!?"

"Nope. He needed some pics of his butt okay?" Pat lied "some weird frat thing so I took some pics of his butt okay?"

"That's all? Nothing... um... y'know..."

"Okay one dic pic, too okay? Then we both realized how it would look... y'know so I came back here. Okay Mack?"

"So... um... you saw him naked, huh?"

"We were both naked, okay? That's why we thought it'd look kinda..."

"So... um... what did..."

"Mack, he's your brother okay? You must have seen him naked like thousand of times like..."

"No not really..." Mack bit his lip. He used the break to wipe his crotch with his t-shirt, tossing it into the laundry basket in his closet. He looked at Pat, knowing he could be trusted. Hey, after all they just exchanged face for cum a minute ago "promise you won't say anything but..." Pat just shook his head "when I started getting hair and stuff, yknow? I used to play this game like... letting him see my naked... then..."

"It's cool Mack, what?"

"I'd let him see me naked thinking maybe he might... I don't know what, honest. Then a couple times I showed it hard okay? But he never said anything. Finally I jacked off knowing he was watching and when I came I swore I heard... I dunno it was dark I couldn't see him I just had my nightlight on but I was laying there with cum all over me and I thought I heard I think he was cumming too but I could not tell. Damnit I don't know what I'm telling you this shit."

"What if he was jacking off to your show, then what?"

"Man... I don't know..." looking at the clock. He had already said too much.

"What if the light was brighter and you could see each other, watching each other jacking off, maybe close enough to reach out feel up each other, knowing your dad was watching jacking too then all three of you – "

"Stop! Enough! Cause that's too impossible to even think about!"

"Okay you're right" also seeing the clock "damn I gotta go. I can't imagine what talks my dad is having with Sean now. Like he's probably grounded til he's like thirty!" getting a laugh from Mack "good to see you laugh, bud! But I gotta fly" and slowly Pat was back in his clothes, with Mack staying naked under his sheets. He gave him a hug good-bye and was out the door. Pat was half-way down the hall when he heard noises behind him and there was Mack's dad coming out of his bedroom. Vince had such a shocked busted look on his face but Pat held up his hands indicating: we're cool don't sweat it.

Without a word between them they both nodded and before Vince betrayed himself Pat was down the stairs. Sunday was over.