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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.
A warm holiday thank you to all you guys who have made this an entertaining enterprise. Happy New Year to all and a reminder that like most holiday indulgences, this story, like cheap champagne, is meant to be "consumed" in small sips not gulps; brutal hangovers can result so easily otherwise.
Now, back to our show --
Chapter Seventy-seven
Saturday, August 10 continued
Moose and Hank drove both cars to Moose's place then dropped his off with as few words to the parents as possible. His mom commented on his change of clothes and Moose had to act like she was making a bit to-do out of nothing. He told both of them he was going out for a movie with the gang and they eventually relented, but not without a stern lecture on the teen-age horrors of drinking and driving. Or was it the horrors of teen-age drinking and driving he tuned it out after a while. Only when he assured them Hank was going to be doing all the driving and besides they were all in training because of the upcoming Monday events they started to run out of tape. They were still going on and on when he closed the door, beating a hasty retreat.
"Remind me not to do that again" Moose jumped into the passenger seat, already red in the face and breathing heavy.
"Do what?"
"Go home without a pre-arranged airtight alibi."
"Why? You still getting the third degree?"
"No shit!" Moose watched the House of Pain recede in the rear-view mirror, almost expecting them to come chasing after the car waving small firearms "sometimes I get the creepy feeling they know but aren't sayin anything. Like they just wanna use it at the right time for the right occasion or shit."
"Moose don't let'm pull that shit! They're just playin with yer head is all" Hank turned onto the main drag, heading west. Moose was as nervous as if he were going to be the main attraction,
"Do I look okay?" checking his face in the mirror, checking his shirt again and again.
"Geez Moose I hate t'break it t'ya but yer gonna be sittin this one out."
"Whatdyamean, sit it out?"
"Y'ain't gotta do shit! It's Kroos' funeral not yours! You don't gotta do nothin but sit in the back and... y'know... enjoy the show..." slowing for the stop light, Hank looking over at him "unless y'want this to degenerate into the Moose Show Reloaded!"
"Fuck you Jenkins!" Moose said too loud, attracting the attention of the car next to them. Luckily it was neither prune-faced adults nor twirpy pretentious teenage girls. Instead it was two guys, not much older than they were. Moose looked over at them, his don't-fuck-with-me expression at the ready. His expression wilted when he got a good look at them.
Like Moose, the two had their windows rolled down, the driver's arm hanging out the window to cool off. And what an arm it was! Even covered by the short-sleeve shirt, it was easily showing a good eighteen inches of serious bicep, folding up into an equally impressive mass of deltoids. He was wearing a Brewers cap, and it looked like his hair was the same shade as his dark blond goatee and moustache. He looked over and nodded at Moose, then turned to his passenger and said something. They both laughed as the light turned green and they drove off.
"Friends of yours?" Hank gave him a suspicious sideways glance. Moose laughed and slugged him as soft as the big guy could muster. After all Hank was driving.
"Naw, never saw them before. If they were from this armpit of a town I would WE woulda seen them before. Probably from the Extension."
"Or South..."
"Fuckin doubt it! Guy built like that woulda shown up on radar before" Moose checked their in-state license plate as Hank sped up. There was a college team bumper sticker but that could mean anything "we would have like definitely seen them at a meet or game or shit."
"Probably right" they followed them west heading for the highway "when are we supposed to pick up Ern?"
"He's gonna meet us... well not there, but in Falls" Moose was keeping an eye on the car ahead of them. As they approached the next red light, that car pulled up next to them again.
"Why's that?" Hank looked over this time, checking out the two in the car. Geez, he thought, this is worse than cruising for chicks!
"He wanted the car... in case..." Moose winked "and you and Jeff got y'know... busy" and out of the corner of his eye, caught movement from the other car. When he turned he saw the driver pulling his shirt over his head! The guy was packing serious artillery! Moose tried not to stare but kept looking over. The driver noticed. He shouted over,
"Where ya guys heading? E*****t Lake?"
"Naw... looking for... eats!" Moose took in the driver, his bared arm hanging out the window, even flexing a bit for effect. He put his cap back on, and then a pair of wrap-around sunglasses. Very studly, if a bit cocky.
But Moose's eyes were drawn again and again to those overstuffed pecs, all but hairless, the only hair brushing his forearms and the tuft showing from his pit.
"Thought you'd be out lookin to get... laid..." the face turning back to Moose, the sunglasses now hiding his eyes.
"Always doin that!" Moose chuckled, flexing his own arm in counterpoint. Their guns were closely matched. It looked like two battle cruisers, squaring off before the volleys went flying "you?"
"We ain't from around here?" the light turned green "you?" and they took off again, but not as fast. Almost like they were waiting for them to keep their pace.
Moose looked at Hank,
"Okay so sue me!" and when they pulled up next to them, Moose pulled his shirt over his head as well. Hell, if the two were on the same wavelength he might get a reaction. If not, nothing lost.
But as they pulled past, Moose thought he noticed the driver giving him a look. He was too much the stuck-up shit to acknowledge it. Of course they pulled up at the next stop light together.
"So where you two... studs" yeah the driver actually used that word "go to get laid around here?" and he lifted his right arm off the wheel and started running around his nipple. Moose looked over and did the same. The slightest smile cracked the driver's expressionless face.
"No where" Moose emphasized the words by not just rubbing his fingers around his right tit, but grabbing it and then pulling on it, letting his chest swell for effect. He looked over and the other passenger was saying something a mile a minute but Moose could not hear the words over the engine and street noises. Before the driver could respond the light changed and they were on the freeway now. There was one last light change before it was open road.
Hank looked at Moose, that bare chest responding to the wind and the manipulating,
"Moose your cousin's gonna get a real eyeful you go in like that" and laughed. He looked over for the white Saturn but it was not alongside. He looked in the rear view mirror and they were two cars behind them.
"So where we meeting Ern?" Hank was hoping Moose would put his shirt back on but he seemed to be enjoying the air on his bare flesh too much "you gonna stay like that the whole way?"
"Gotta cool off y'know?" Moose threw his head back "and okay I been like more than horny since the Y okay? I just hope that Joel shit knows what the fuck he's doin!"
"So we could have stayed there" Hank changed lanes, keeping one eye on that white Saturn "y'know by now it must be a fuckin three-ring sex circus back there."
"Don't remind me" Moose tugged at his jeans "time's like this glad I got a bud like Ern - oh yeah we gotta meet him at the BP station on Main -- "
"When?"
"I called him during the fuckin third degree before. I told him like a half hour" looking at the clock "we got fifteen minutes so -- shit!"
"What?" Hank slowed down thinking it was the car ahead of them "what!?!"
"Jeff! What about Jeff? Weren't y'gonna call Jeff?"
"I was gonna call him from Mort's but..." he started slowing as they approached K****r "I can call him from the gas station."
"You two cool?" Moose looked over, suddenly frowning over his happy face "Jeff ain't..."
"Moose stop all this fuckin worrying okay?" but the way that white Saturn was pacing them was starting to get under his skin. Weren't they going to E*****t Lake or something? Why were they almost looking like they were following them "shit yer startin to get me all paranoid now."
"So what's the deal? He wasn't at the Y and -- "
"He was almost spooked when I told him about it, about what Joel was planning. His reaction was, I think I'm gonna pass on this one. But he did have some things to do during the day anyways so I'm not like over concerned or anything. But if he had taken a pass y'know on tonight, then... THEN I woulda been worried" he looked at Moose and smirked "besides they do have that awesome Porterhouse, in case you never noticed."
"I only been out there a few times - last with you guys, when... y'know..."
"That was the last time?" Hank watched the traffic as they entered the no man's land between K****r and Falls. And was there ever a lot of traffic.
"Yeah... I guess" Moose looked around, noticing all the cars "what's up with all this?"
"Maybe they're all goin where we're goin!"
"Jenkins you full of shit! Remind me to beat t'shit outa ya."
"So y'ain't nervous at all right?" Hank looked over at him, watching him fidget a bit, but the fresh air was helping.
"Fuck yeah I'm nervous!" Moose glared at him "like what the fuck I'm supposed to say t'Mort? Hey cuz, how's business?"
"More like, what's he gonna say to you when he sees you, is more like it" Hank eased around a pokey SUV driven by an older couple. They saw Moose and almost scowled at him! He laughed and waved as Hank got ahead of them. Just in time because they were entering the city limits of Falls as traffic bunched up all around them.
"That too..." Moose started chewing his nail, looking the high school kid again, even if he was intimidating half the cars they passed "you think he knows what -- "
"Dude of course he knows! Somebody must have told him t'get ready for the Traveling Kroos Show! He's probably renting strobe lights and a fog machine even as we sit here jawin it t'death!"
"Hank you are fuckin crazy! But seriously..." back to the nails "how's he gonna do this? Just drop everything and start..."
"Moose I don't KNOW! But by now he's running around trying to get shit ready... or not!"
"Whatya mean, or not?"
"We'll see" Hank stopped at the red light, looking around "the station's like three blocks ahead right?"
"Guess so" Moose was on the last nail "why I keep getting the idea I'm the one should be nervous here?"
"Cause y'think too much!" Hank slugged him. Hard! Moose just gave him the stupid look "you suppose t'be the big musclebound dumb jock! Can't y'do nothin right?"
"Fuck no!" Moose slugged him back. Not as hard "thanks."
"Thank for what?"
"For not jumpin me in the shower before" Moose grabbed his crotch "or we'd still be back there."
"Bonehead!"
"And for dragging me outa the Y before... y'know. I'd still be getting off on the Soulm - shit! I mean Kroos..." but he turned beat-red and pulled on his shirt like that would cover the biggest slip of his life! He was afraid to look at Hank, to see if he caught the terrible mistake. But Hank just drove ahead with the green light.
"Must be the place" Hank sing-songed as they pulled off the street and into the lot. Sure enough, off to the side was Ern's gray Subaru. They pulled up alongside, as Ern got out. But he had company. To their amazement getting out of the passenger side was no one else but...Doug! Doug Hampton!
"Hey guys" Ern came up to them knocking firsts with Hank, just waving at Moose. Moose gave him a punch and rustled his hair. But both of them were looking at Doug who was hanging back.
"Hampton you back from the dead or somethin?" Moose went over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders. He swore he felt Doug almost pull away.
"Where y'been hidin?" Hank came over and punched him in his chest. Doug just shrugged,
"No where..." but somehow he took over Moose's nailbiting habit, as if by osmosis.
"So what's goin down?" Moose looked at the both of them "you two been like hangin today?"
"Y'mind if I hang with you guys tonight?" Doug cut in, and yeah he looked nervous. His big shoulders were tensing under his white t-shirt, the cords in his neck twisting with his nail-biting.
"We're just gonna..." Hank shot a complicated look at Moose "I mean..."
"Ern said yer getting somethin t'eat? That right?"
"Yeah we're just gonna grab us some burgers and then a movie or shit" Moose looked at Ern panicking. What the fuck you tell him!?!
"We're going to Mort's" Ern said very clearly and slowly, looking at Moose "which is -- "
"Moose" Doug pulled away from the group, and started walking to the end of the lot "talk t'me" and just like that Moose took a step or two and caught up with him.
"Doug what the fuck's up dude?" Moose came alongside him, the two of them in a huddle away from the other two "I ain't - NO one seen ya around since... y'know... that!"
"I gotta talk t'ya Moose" Doug looked around. Now he was the one seeing bogeymen in every shadow "it's like important okay?"
"You okay?" Moose put his arm around him. For Moose it was the instinctive thing to do, being the team captain and all. Even if Doug was no midget "you got trouble?"
"WE got trouble" he pulled away, but slowly enough not to arouse suspicion "I think..."
"What y'mean 'we' got trouble" Moose looked back at the two and held up his palm: gimme five seconds "this about tonight? About... y'know Mort's?"
"Moose I ain't gay" Doug just tumbled it out like that. He did not snear or anything. It was more like an apology, like he was saying: I ain't a good swimmer!
"Shit Doug I never said - shit is this about that... Saturday?"
Doug nodded his head yes. Moose was almost afraid to make eye contact. But this was Doug! They were buddies, even if they had been avoiding each other since... that insane Saturday afternoon.
"Look Doug, if you feel uncomfortable about me... about" looking back at the group "anyone I can understand. But if you're thinkin about not wrestling -- "
"Fuck no!" Doug spun and faced him, more frustrated and nervous than angry "that ain't IT!"
"Then what dude? We ain't friends no more?"
"Moose just remember I ain't gay okay?"
"Okay okay! You were just horny that day. Shit, no one's gotten any shit from--"
"They're gonna!" he took a few steps further from everyone. He waited for Moose to catch up. Which he did in about a half-second.
"What?!?!?" Moose grabbed him and almost spun him around. But Doug was too big to spin "dude y'better start explainin -- "
"Moose I ain't gay -- "
"Shit Hampton you ain't gay" Moose almost shouted it but caught himself "okay? We got that part loud and clear!"
"But..." he was back on the third nail by now "oh shit... y'gonna think I'm -- "
"I'm gonna think yer dead meat if you don't start explainin! Out with it!"
"Shit okay... but don't think I am... it was an accident okay?"
"What the fuck happened Hampton! We're gonna fuckin stay here like this til you fuckin tell me!"
"I was just surfin the other night -- "
"The net?"
"Yeah... and... it was an accident okay? I didn't mean to -- "
"What did you find Hampton?" but Moose's stomach was already churning. He almost wanted to cram all his fingers in his ears rather than hear what he was expecting to hear.
"I saw us...me... Billy... guys from the team like Will... even Will's dad... from..."
"You tellin me you saw us? All of us? On-line? Like you found some g.d. site showing all of us... from the... doc's?" Moose felt the blood rush out of his face. The moment they had been dreading had come! What they had been trying to avert, to stop before anything happened, well they were too late! Billy's effort and even Joel's effort to find and destroy all the tapes - up in smoke!
"Sorry it was an accident, really?"
"Okay Hampton I wanna hear this! All of this!"
"I ain't gay! I was lookin for -- "
"I don't care how you got to there. Tell me what you saw!"
"It's called Exam Room or Doc's Exam or something, but there must be like a dozen files with different names on them -- "
"Our names?"
"Fuck no! Like Billy's name is..." Doug looked at the ground memorizing pebbles "Boner Boy -- "
"Shit that's funny" Moose spat "or it would be if - keep going."
"And Bo is Muscle Mandingo and all this shit!"
"But you know it's us right? You can see us? Our faces and -- "
"No not the faces mutherfucker!" Doug finally looked Moose in the face. He was out of nails "at least - "
"Why can't -- "
"They're covered up - pixelated - y'know. But I can tell who's who okay?"
"How many files are there? How many you see?"
"I dunno" Doug shook his head "I only paid - fuck!" and he stormed away, his big shoulders and back bristling with his anger.
"You what?" Moose was after him, totally spooked now. He caught him and had to grab him to make him slow down. There was a bit of a struggle, but Doug slowed to an agitated rough stance. About five feet away from Moose's fists.
"I ain't gay!" Doug almost shouted, but Moose could see the inner turmoil now. No wonder he had been avoiding everyone. Shit, the dude's going into pay sites, featuring guys! And oops! guess what he stumbles into? All his friends naked and...
"Doug it's Moose okay?" he stood there, trying to look as non-threatening as a two-hundred fifty mass of muscle could. And failing as miserably now as he had before playing the dumb jock in the car "remember me? Remember me getting buttfucked in front of - shit! Was that there too?"
"Shit!! I looked through the - fuck!" Doug covered his face, too freaked to speak.
"Doug I'm glad you told me this!" Moose came over to him, putting his hand on the sizzling radiator of Doug's shoulder "you got no idea how important this is. And IT DON'T MAKE YOU GAY!" he shouted and whispered at the same time. Like that didn't make his throat as sore as shit!
"It was an accident!"
"No it was the luckiest fuckin thing!" Moose looked over to the two who were a bundle of concern and questions. That's when he saw a white Saturn pull into the station. This was getting worse by the second "now listen to me --- LISTEN Hampton! No one's gonna think any worse of you than they do of us - any of us - okay? But I'm real glad REAL glad! you 'accidentally' stumbled into this shit AND..." now Doug was letting Moose steer him back to the cars "it took fuckin guts t'tell me dude okay?"
"Y'ain't gonna..." looking at Ern and Hank.
"Doug they gotta know! They need to know. Better they hear it from us than... the cops right?"
"But..."
"Lemme handle it" Moose rejoined the others "that's why I'm the fuckin captain!"