Disclaimer: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional occurrences. It contains sexual acts between males in high school as well as with males beyond high school age. There are scenes of definite humiliation, 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. 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. Any emails or flames expressing outrage will be ignored. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to mtnuda@hotmail.com.
Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm.
Chapter Two
Needless to say Jeff was late getting to the mall. He even skipped the shower the doc offered to him, in part to get the hell outa there as fast as he could. And by that point he even suspected there were gonna be cameras watching him shower! And the doc kept going on and on about how important his exam was, and how Jeff's cooperation was so very important, and on and on, but Jeff was just throwing on his clothes as fast as he could, and get the fuck outa there.
Jeff felt his luck change when he ran through the waiting area and that bitch-of-a-nurse was gone. He could not have faced her after what he just went through. Once he was outside in the fresh air he started to push the nightmare out of his mind. And once his muscles started taking over, heading into a slow steady trot down the street, the images in his head started to fade.
Jeff passed a storefront seeing the clock inside. Even with the bike he could not make it to the mall in seven minutes. Instead he had to hitchhike the several miles feeling he just reeked of sweat and worse. The guy pretended not to notice but Jeff thought he gave him some odd side-looks when he thought Jeff was not looking.
So around ten to twelve he finally showed up in front of Hurm's Tool-and-Tackle but Hank was nowhere to be seen. Jeff ducked into the store. His luck continued to improve; Joe was working. The second thing to go right today, Jeff thought.
"Hey Joe did you see Hank this morning?"
"Hi Jeff. How are you doing? Gee did you run the whole way here you're redder than a stop sign."
"Kinda. I've been running all day and I'm still late. I was supposed to meet Hank out front around eleven."
"Well Jeff you know it's almost noon. Why don't you sit down and I'll get you a bottle of water. Watch the store will ya?" and Joe disappeared into the back of the store. Jeff was kinda surprised Joe was being so friendly to him today. Usually he did most of his talking to Hank and Jeff always thought of him as Hank's friend. Hank even mentioned Joe was sort of related to his mom or something but Jeff could not remember exactly how. There was the faintest resemblance, both sandy-haired, both with kinda big noses, both big in the shoulders and Joe in the gut as well. Like a couple of brown bears (or blond depending on the season) and both always looking like they forgot to shave that morning. So it was a perfect fit for Joe to have the local "tackle shop", since he always looked like was either coming from all-night fishing on the jettee or heading out to the deer blind. Not really grungy, just outdoorsy.
"Here drink this" Joe appeared from nowhere. Jeff was a million miles away "hey didn't mean to wake you."
"Sorry I was trying to figure out what to do now."
"Having a busy day?"
"You could say that. Just came from Doc Reynold's office"
Joe gave him a strange look, "how did it go? Are you going to live?"
"Well the exam was..."
"A little more thorough that you expected?"
"A lot more... thorough" how the fuck did he suspect that! 'but I gotta meet up with Hank. Did he say if he was heading down to the river?"
"Yeah and he just about cleaned me out of stuff."
"So I don't need to get anything?"
"You might want to take some more water with you."
"Yeah thanks."
So Jeff grabbed several large bottles of water, threw them in some sacks Joe "loaned" him and headed outside. He knew Joe would bill him eventually so he shouted a "later" and was gone. By the time he made it to the parking lot he realized he had no way of lugging the stuff all the way over to the river. Oh well, he thought, and started walking, feeling his arms starting to strain. Great I need the exercise, as he started to shift the weight around, but then a car pulled up. It was Joey, a classmate who was on the arch rival football squad, but Joey was cool, and the two of them managed to stay friends even though they were in enemy camps, and hell Joey owed him at least a ton of favors. Joey drove him as far as the entrance to the access road chatting about everything and nothing, but then just let him off, saying he had to get home right away, how his dad was gonna rip him a new asshole if he didn't get back to his chores. So Jeff thanked him, grabbed the bags, and started down the gravel road. It was a walk of a quarter mile or so but there was a cut-off half way back. Jeff peeled off his shirt once he got to the shaded path, the cool breeze perfect on his wet skin, but the goosebumps reminding him of the itching in his butt and his semi-hard. Damn, he hoped that Joey hadn't noticed but then Joey was kinda clueless about noticing anything other than football scores. Oh yeah, and cheerleader chests.
But Jeff knew he had been showing dick since he slowed down at Joe's shop. And if he wanted to make himself completely paranoid he could tell himself that Joe shot his crotch a look or two after the comment about the exam, but he did not want to go there right now. Instead he focused on the straining of his shoulder muscles as he juggled the weight of the bottles and continued down the trail, the beginning of the sound of water in the reeds ahead of him.
"It's about time you got here" came Hank's voice though the last wooded turn in the path "what the hell took you so long?" Hank was sitting on the bank wearing his cutoffs with a pole propped next to him. The water at the line's end was barely moving.
"Had that g-d exam at the doc's remember?"
"Oh yeah. Well are you going to live?"
"Damn if I know."
"So what happened?" Why'd take so long?"
"Your turn's comin soon enough Jenkins. And then you'll find out all about it."
"So did you get the 'full treatment'?"
"Whatdya mean 'full treatment'?"
"You know" Hank held up his arm wiggling his fingers "the Rubber Glove?"
"What rubber glove?" Jeff mumbled, trying to hide his embarrassment.
"Yeah, you got the glove! So tell me you didn't get hard--"
"Will you drop dead? Jeez, you're worse than my soon-to-be-murdered brother!"
"Jeff got a hardon!" and instinctively Jeff looked down and yeah he was still half-hard. "No not now, dickhead. Then. I bet you boned in front of the Doc. Man I would shit and go blind if that happened to me!"
"Where do you get off with this crap?"
"My cousin told me all about it. Some guys when they get examined they y'know, they can't help but get hard. It's real embarrassing n'all but like they just fuckin can't help it."
"Well I didn't get hard" turning beet red with the lie "so where's my pole.
You did bring one for me."
"Yeah it's over there. But I don't think you wanna bother with it. Nothing's biting at all."
"Not even jumping?"
"Jumping? They ain't even walkin! But it's sure hot enough y'can't blame'm" Hank sat looking at the water, then at his line and then back at Jeff, "Fuck I'm going in."
"You'll scare the fish"
"There AIN'T no fish, bonehead." and with that Hank stood up and started to unbuckle his belt. Jeff was afraid he could almost make out a bulge just above the ripped seam. He could not be sure because Hank away to pull them down, and jumped into the water in his white shorts.
Jeff sat zoning for a while hoping to cool off. He was amazed how Hank's guesses were so deadly right on the money. He knew half of it was just Hank's b-s but still it seemed like he knew something about the Doc already?
Was it common knowledge about the Doc and the "things" that happened with his patients? Damn no way the coach woulda sent him they if he knew! And those pictures! Just the thought of them made him shudder. But for all his shuddering his dick was still the center of the universe right now. He could not remember being so horny! Or was it just all that damn itching. Fuck, he would give anything to jump in that river right now and wash all that shit off himself, wash it out of himself too. And then, maybe he could -
"Are you coming in or not?"
"Naw..." he thought, like I've been naked in front of my bud like maybe a thousand times already, but hell the last thing he needed right now was throwing a rod in front of Hank, and it would be like impossible to explain any of this to his buddy, and it's not like they were used to seeing each other boned up. Shit I don't think we ever saw each other hard, Jeff thought, not like they'd admit it.
But the itching was getting worse now in the heat, and Jeff was sweating bad now that he lost that breeze and... what the hell he was not cooling off just sitting there.
"Yeah well maybe... I don't know" and Jeff stood up, quickly turning his back on the water and Hank's expected gaze. He looked over his shoulder but Hank was under the water so Jeff pulled down his pants before he could change his mind. Just as he was about to take the three steps into the water Hank came up, heading back to the shore, but stopped when he was thigh deep. His wet shorts were clinging to his crotch, like he was almost making a point of how it displayed his goods, almost daring Jeff to look.
Jeff kept telling himself that hey Hank was an okay bud, he wouldn't do anything stupid, and hell after everything that happened earlier he doubted if he could get more embarrassed. But he still made a point walking backwards, half doubled over, pretending to fumble with his pants pockets. He quickly dropped into the water.
"I'm getting out. The water's almost too warm for so early" Hank strode out, leaving Jeff to dive under trying to find the cooler water.
When he came back to the surface he splashed around turning back to the bank to see where Hank was, but damn! if it wasn't Hank's naked butt bending over in his direction! Damn, when did he become such an exhibitionist! I'm staying put til he gets some clothes on, Jeff thought.
"I hope you brought the towels" shouted Hank.
"Didn't you get any from Joe?" Jeff said, the water up to his chest.
"Hey there's only so much I can carry."
"Well I didn't..."
Hank sat back down on the mound, in no hurry to cover himself. Jeff kept telling himself he had seen Hank full naked thousands of times. But crouching in the water he realized it was probably closer to maybe a handful of times towards the end of the school year and then it was for maybe a total of three seconds. Long enough to see he was cut and that's all. Jeff did another dive to get back to the cooler water, hoping it would settle him down. But he did manage to get all that dried goo off his dick and even got a finger up his butt to clean himself before Hank could notice.
When he came back to the surface a minute later he could still see Hank, now stretched out on his back on the mound of grass sunning himself. It almost looked like his dick was plumped but Jeff hoped it was just the way it was lying. Jeff started back to shore, slowing down when he was waist deep. He could feel the blood starting to retun to his dick, either from the exertion or the warmer water; he would just have to wait it out. Damn if he coulda just dropped a load earlier!
"C'mon bud we ain't that isolated. Aren't you afraid of someone... y'know...seeing you?" Jeff called from the water.
"This may be my only chance to get a real tan. So unless some nuns do a dance line through here no I don't care. Unless... you care..." Hank started to sit up.
"Well hey... ah... naw, why should I" but Jeff could feel his crotch contradict him. He hoped he wasn't blushing as well.
"Here catch!" and Hank threw something at Jeff, but way over his head. Jeff jumped up to catch it without thinking, and realized too late his crotch was way out of the water and his semi-hard was all-too visible.
"Hey horndog you missed!"
"Whatdya do that for?" Jeff looked behind him to see what Hank threw. It was an empty water bottle. He went back to deeper water.
"Next it's your wallet horndog" and Hank started rummaging through Jeff's pile of clothes. Jeff tossed the bottle making a mad dash for the shore. When he was all the way out of the water and about a foot from Hank he stopped and looked down. His dick head, very red and still swollen had come out of his shorts.
"Man that's a real crowd pleaser y'got there pal."
Jeff quickly pulled his cock back into his wet shorts and sat down on the ground between Hank and his stuff. Hank went back to his wet spot on the mound and lay back in his original position.
"That was shitty of you."
"Maybe but what're friends for" Hank smiled and went back to sunning himself like nothing happened.
"Man..." but Jeff was too freaked to say anything more. And deep inside he was grateful as hell Hank had not made a big thing out of it. If Hank had made a smart-ass comment or got upset his "friend" was suddenly horned in front of him Jeff did not know what he would do. And after the day he was having already...
"Y'know yer shorts ain't never gonna dry like that man" Hank said after several minutes, but Jeff kept his eyes closed and his knees bent. When Hank realized Jeff was not going to respond he kept on "geez, Jeff just because you got a puffy no big deal. Well actually in your case... it is a big deal" and he chortled.
"What?!?!" Jeff opened his eyes but kept his crotch hidden "what kinda crack-"
"Geez relax will ya? I just meant, on you even a puffy IS a big deal" and Hank winked.
"Okay okay, let it go" and Jeff turned away from him trying to end the conversation.
After several more minutes he heard,"Go on. Lose the shorts."
"Hank!"
"Hey go on... it's just us for pete's sake..."
After a moment Jeff thought, what-the-fuck. Maybe if I do it he'll finally chill out and we can relax, or at least I can. Man and wouldn't it serve him right if maybe he too just might get hard and then I'll -- maybe then he'll be embarrassed and let it go. Maybe I'll get a chance to get even. Yeah, maybe it be kinda funny to see him throw a hard without wanting to, that'd be payback and then some. So Jeff stood up still filling out the front of his wet shorts. Damn but if Hank wasn't looking, shit he was opening staring right at his crotch. Before that mouth of his could say word one, Jeff started to peel the waistband down real slow, just maybe doing a bit of strip tease. Let's see if I can really get his goat, and he started to stretch the fabric sideways back and forth knowing that would rub against the head, and maybe a little "bump-and-grind" hoping it would freak him out big time! But Hank lay there on his back watching the show, not saying anything. Jeff started lowering the front but when it got to the bottom of his pubes he turned around so Hank could watch the shorts slide down his buttcheeks instead. Jeff made a point of bending over, his shorts down past his knees and stood up. Slowly he turned around in full glory. He just stood there looking down at Hank's crotch hoping to see Hank's embarrassment, his cock swelling uncontrollably. But nothing!
"Man look at you Walker! You're hard as a rock!"
"Yeah I guess" Jeff finally choked out.
"And look how red your cock is! You been beating off all morning? Are you sure you went to the doc?"
"Don't even start on that" man I wish I could beat off.
"Cause I gotta see him this Saturday. And if that's what a trip to the doc can do well..."
"You gotta go Saturday?" Jeff said plunking down on the grass, a bit spooked by what he did.
"Yeah. I need it for tryouts too y'know."
"So you're finally going to try out?"
"Looks like it bud."
They both jumped as they heard rustling behind them. They threw on their pants but then saw the squirrel run away and up the tree. They looked at each other and laughed nervously.
"Okay" Hank finally said "fish or cut bait."
So they fished.