Date: Sat, 14 Aug 1999 14:25:58 -0700 From: Cal Speed Subject: A Teen Jock's Humiliation -Chapter 6 A Teen Jock's Humiliation Copyright 1999 Calspeed Chapter 6 I had been stripped to the skin during the course of the night and was sitting naked in the backseat of the car as we returned to town. I wasn't leaning against Ryan any more; I was kind of embarrassed about my emotional breakdown a while earlier. Ryan still had his arm around me, though, and was gently stroking the back of my neck. He was really a sweet guy. I was still nervous. While Steve had announced back at the clearing that I had fulfilled all my obligations, I was suspicious that he still had some humiliation or other in mind for me tonight. Also, he had had Rick take some rather incriminating photos of me being butt-fucked, and I was concerned about his plans for those pictures. As we hit the outskirts of town, Steve pulled into a gas station. I wondered why he had chosen this one; we had come a little out of the way to get here. "Everybody pony up three dollars for gas," announced Steve. "Cal, I guess you're excused." I should think so, I thought. I had paid for my ride the hard way. Rick, Ryan and Scotty each handed three dollars to Steve. He added his own money and then handed it to me. "What's this for?" I asked. "Since you're not paying, you can pump the gas," said Steve. "Steve, I'm naked," I said. "So? Does that make you incapable of handling a gas pump?" "Forget it!" I said. "Well, if you can't even help out a little, you can get out here and walk the rest of the way," said Steve. "Whoa, Steve," I said. "I made a deal for a ride home not for a ride to this gas station." "No," said Steve. "You asked me for a ride back to town. This is town. All agreements have been met and you can just get out here. Now if you want me to do you the favor of a ride to your house, you can do me the favor of pumping the gas." I couldn't remember exactly what I had said back up the mountain. Maybe I had only asked for a ride back to town. I decided to appeal to Ryan. "Ryan, didn't I ask for a ride home not just back to town?" Ryan looked uncomfortable for a moment and literally squirmed a little in his seat. "Well, Cal, uh, I think you just asked for a ride back to, uh, town." "Yeah, well maybe I didn't anticipate that I would be fucking naked when I got here!" I yelled in Ryan's ear. I was furious at him. If he wanted to have a shot at being my boyfriend, he was going to have to learn something about supporting me. Ryan looked completely taken aback by my anger. His mouth dropped open and he stared at me. I guess I was overreacting but, in my defense, I had had a pretty bad day! I turned away from Ryan. I could see that Steve, Rick and Scotty all had big grins on their faces. I considered my options. I could either get out and pump the gas, in which case I would be naked in front of one gas station attendant, or I could walk home from here, in which case countless people would see me nude. It seemed smarter to pump the gas. "Oh, okay," I sighed. "Let me out." Rick opened the car door and I jumped out. I opened the gas cap and put in the hose but nothing happened. The pump was locked and the attendant was going to have to unlock it for me. He saw me from inside the office and came out towards the pump. SHIT! I thought to myself. I know this guy from school. His name was Jason and he was another jock. He was on the swimming team and I didn't really know him well but he was certainly going to recognize me. I'll bet this is why Steve chose this gas station. I looked inside the car at Steve; he had a big smile on his face. I looked back at Jason as he approached me. Jason is hard to miss in our town; he comes from one of the few Asian families living in our part of backwoods Maine. He is a little shorter than me but muscular. His jet black hair is cut real short on the sides and spiked up on top with hair gel. His most striking feature is a pair of expressive dark gray eyes. That night he was wearing jeans, a black tee shirt, hiking boots and a black duster-type overcoat. Jason had gotten close enough to realize that I didn't have a stitch on. He looked at me with a sly expression on his face. "Hi, Cal. Wash day?" "Yeah, Jason, something like that," I replied. I was going to have to think up some sort of story by Monday or this was going to be all over school. Jason looked inside the car. "Hi, Steve, Rick, guys," he said. "Hi, Jason," said Steve. "Could you unlock the pump. We're in kind of a hurry. And I think Cal's getting cold." "Sure thing," said Jason as he unlocked the pump. I turned the hose on and watched the meter as the dollars and gallons went past. I could feel Jason staring at me. I was hoping that he couldn't see in the dim light the scratches from the tree branches and the dried cum that covered me. I felt uncomfortable being naked in full public view. It didn't help that periodically a car would go by. I know at least one noticed my state of undress; the driver of a pickup truck leaned out his window and gave me a big wolf whistle as he went past. Jason snickered. The gauge started to close in on twelve dollars and I leaned down to turn off the hose. As I bent over, Jason pinched my butt. I whirled around. "What the hell do you think you're doing," I shouted as I pulled myself up to my full height. "Just because I'm naked, do you think that's some sort of invitation?" Jason shrank back. "I'm sorry, Cal. I didn't mean anything by it," said Jason quickly. "It was just a joke." "Well, watch yourself," I said, glaring at him for a few moments. I felt kind of good knowing I could be intimidating even without any clothes on. Then I remembered the gas pump. It had gotten up to eighteen dollars while I had been yelling at Jason. "Fuck!" I said as I turned off the hose and returned it to its place on the pump. "Steve, I need six more dollars," I said. "I don't have six more dollars," said Steve, crossly. "I only wanted twelve dollars worth." "Well, you got eighteen dollars worth. I know Rick has more than six dollars." I knew this because he had cleared $33 selling my body at Joe's Place. "That's Rick's money. It's your problem if you pumped too much gas. You fix this with Jason," said Steve. Jason was looking at me; he was angry. "You mean you don't have enough money to pay for the gas?" I handed Jason the twelve dollars. "We're only missing six bucks, Jason. Settle down. I'll bring the rest of the money tomorrow," I said. "I'm about to close up. The boss opens in the morning. If the receipts don't match, he'll blame me for it. What am I supposed to say, that I gave free gas to my friends? I could get fired; where else am I supposed to get a job in this town?" asked Jason. It was true. There weren't many jobs for a high school student in our small town. But what was I supposed to do? It was pretty obvious that I didn't have any money on me. "Come on, Jason, do me this favor." That set Jason off. "Oh, so now you want a favor? You were yelling at me a minute ago. The only way I could do this is to put my own money in the till. I'm not doing that for you. I ought to call the police!" I didn't like the sound of that. I didn't think there was much chance of getting arrested but I sure didn't want to explain to our small town cops why I was wandering about stark naked. That story would certainly get around. Also, I guess the cops could even grab me for indecent exposure! "Please, Jason, put your money in the till. I'll make it up to you; I'll owe you one," I pleaded. Jason was quiet for a moment. He looked down at the pavement then looked me right in the eye. "Okay, I'll do it. You pay me back tomorrow night. But you're not going to owe me a favor. You're going to do something for me right now. Okay?" That shook me a little. I could guess what sort of favor Jason was going to ask a naked man to perform but once again it didn't seem like I had any choice. "Well, okay," I said reluctantly. "Come along," said Jason, snapping his fingers at me. I didn't really care for the finger snapping but I started to follow him towards the building. Then I turned back to look at the guys in the Camaro. Steve, Rick and Scotty had apparently been watching all of this attentively. (I could see that Ryan was just staring at the floor; I think I must have really hurt his feelings). Steve stuck his head out and said, "Cal, while you're working things out with Jason, the rest of us are going to Mickey D's. You can join us when you're done. If you're more than twenty minutes or so, we'll figure you're not coming." McDonalds was across town on the main highway. How was I supposed to get there? The car started up and Steve was pulling out. "You bastard!" I yelled after him. "I'm hungry!" was all I heard as the car sped away. I turned and looked over at Jason. "Hurry up. I haven't got all night," he said. He led me into the service station men's room. I looked around. As men's rooms went, it was probably nicer than most. A broom was propped in the corner, which showed that the concrete floor got swept once in a while. There was a white porcelain sink, a toilet and a dispenser selling condoms. I was kind of distracted thinking about Ryan. I had never seen him upset before and didn't know how he would react. He was usually so calm! I shouldn't have screamed at him for what in effect was just telling the truth. This was probably a difficult time for him since he had just started opening up to me. I wondered if I had really blown things with him. Jason cleared his throat and I looked at him. He had locked the door and hung his overcoat on a hook on the back of it. His twin sister went to our school and I had always thought that she was pretty cute. With my now heightened appreciation for guys, I realized that Jason was quite good looking as well. He seemed to be pretty well built under the black tee shirt. "Stand at attention," instructed Jason. I did so and he examined me carefully. In the men's room mirror I could see that I was quite a sight. There was dried cum on my face, chest and back. The stuff was even matted in my hair. I looked like a complete slut. No wonder Jason had been confident that I would do anything he wanted. "Tough night?" asked Jason. I allowed that it had been. "Well, it may get a little tougher," said Jason. Jason stood facing me. He reached out to put his hands on top of my shoulders. He squeezed my shoulders and then ran his hands down my arms to the wrists, feeling the muscles as he went. "Not bad," he said. He then dropped my wrists and moved his right hand to my crotch. He took hold of my dick and held it gently. It started to stiffen. Then he released it and put his hand under my balls like he was weighing them. "Okay," he said as he let go of my balls. "Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles." So much for foreplay, I thought to myself. I leaned over and grabbed my ankles, putting my butt on display for Jason. He pinched each cheek a couple of times, probably to get back at me for yelling at him earlier. Then he pulled them apart to take a close look at my asshole. "This looks like it has seen some action tonight," said Jason. In my position, the blood was already rushing to my head but I think I blushed anyway. "Get down on your knees," ordered Jason. I turned and slowly got down on my knees in front of Jason. I was a little stiff, particularly considering all the other kneeling I had done tonight. "Take off my boots," ordered Jason. I unlaced each hiking boot and slipped it off. Jason was wearing white athletic socks underneath. There was a slight, not unpleasant, whiff of his sweat. He had rather big feet; they probably helped him in swimming. I had heard that the size of your feet was related to the size of your dick. If so, Jason was pretty well endowed. I had a feeling that I would soon find out. "Now take off my pants. Don't use your hands!" I knew this drill. Fortunately, he wasn't wearing a belt. I leaned over and grabbed the buttonhole of his jeans with my teeth and gave a yank. Success! One button down. I moved down and realized he was wearing 501s. No zipper, a button fly. Without too much difficulty, I managed to mouth open the next couple of buttons. I ignored the rapidly growing bulge inside Jason's underwear. I grabbed the now open fly with my teeth and pulled the front of his jeans as far down as I could. I crawled behind him and pulled down the back of his pants with my teeth. The tip of my nose brushed against his white cotton underwear on the way down. I could tell that he had a nice rounded ass under there. His jeans were now bunched on his thighs. I moved down to his feet. He lifted up a leg at a time and I pulled off his jeans. Jason stood there for a moment looking at me kneeling nude before him. All he had on was the black tee shirt, white briefs and white socks. He noticed I was starting to shiver from the cold concrete. "I know how to warm you up. Lie on the floor, face down," he said. I lay down on the concrete floor. It was fucking cold! "Pushups. Keep doing them until I tell you to stop," said Jason. I started the pushups. Jason watched me do a few and then walked over to the corner and picked up the broom. He turned it upside down and walked back to me. As I did the pushups, he ran the tip of the broom handle down my spine from my shoulders to my butt. He slapped my ass lightly with the long side of the broom handle a few times and then started running the tip up and down my crack. Is he planning to stick that up my butt, I wondered? That was too much; that sort of thing could do some real damage. But to my relief Jason put the broom down and told me to stop the pushups. I collapsed on the floor. I was huffing and puffing; I had lost count of all the pushups I had done. "Well, you must have warmed yourself up," said Jason. It was true; I was no longer cold. Jason lifted his right foot and placed it lightly on my naked rump. He rubbed each cheek with the sole of his foot. Then he moved the big toe up and down my crack. I had heard of finger- fucking but toe-fucking? Jason removed his foot and told me to turn over. Once I was face up, he put his foot lightly on my neck and then moved it slowly down my chest. The feeling of his sock clad toes brushing against my stomach was almost ticklish. When he got to my crotch, he started rubbing my dick with his foot. He was actually pretty dexterous and I started to become erect. I was getting my first foot job! This guy had some interesting fetishes. When I had attained my full six inches, Jason stopped rubbing and removed his foot. "Stand up," he ordered. I stood up, wondering what was next. Would he want a blow job or does he want to butt-fuck me? Or both? Jason looked at me and said quietly, "I want you to fuck me." "Huh?" I said. "I want you to stick your penis up my ass," said Jason. "Yeah, I know how it works," I said. I was just surprised. Having been on the receiving end (so to speak) all night, this was kind of a surprising twist. Also, I had never fucked anybody. I had been thinking that Ryan might be the first. "I'll do it if you give me a ride to McDonalds afterwards," I said. "It's a deal," said Jason. I decided that I would take this slowly and enjoy myself. "Stand up straight!" I said. "Hands behind your back." Jason snapped to attention and pushed out his chest. I decided to take a better look at it. I pulled his tee shirt up over his head but left his arms in the armholes. This left his chest bare and the tee shirt bunched behind his neck. I could see that Jason had a great upper body. Big, well proportioned pecs, biceps and triceps. He must be a powerful swimmer. His chest seemed virtually hairless. There were just a few hairs sprouting around his nipples. However, a tuft of pubic hair was just visible poking out of the waistband of his briefs. Something else that was quite visible was his dick struggling to escape. I decided to help it out. I yanked Jason's underpants down to his knees. I don't know how much there is to that theory that the size of your dick is related to the size of your feet because Jason's wasn't quite as big as his feet had led me to believe. It was bigger than average (probably about six and one-half to seven inches) but nothing compared to Rick's one- eyed monster. It was uncircumcised and had a very slight bend to the left. It jutted out at me, bobbing slightly with a drop of precum oozing from its tip. "You look like you're ready," I said. "Now get down on your knees and get my dick warmed up." Jason knelt and then, after a moment of hesitation, took my rod in his mouth. He just held it there. I wondered if he had ever done this before. "I know it's called a blow job but actually you've got to suck on it," I said helpfully. "And swirl your tongue around the head. Yikes! Don't use your teeth!" "Sorry," Jason mumbled, his mouth full. He started slurping away and, what he didn't have in technique, he tried to make up in enthusiasm. He was quickly getting the hang of it. With a little practice, he would make a fine cocksucker. "Look up at me. And reach behind and grab my ass," I instructed. Jason looked up at me while his mouth worked on my cock. He reached both arms around me and started rubbing my butt cheeks. With all this attention, it didn't take long for me to become hard as a rock. "Okay, that's enough. Stand up," I said. Jason stood up and looked at me expectantly. I thought of Steve's advice back in the clearing about safe sex and ordered Jason to get me a condom from the machine. He got some money from his pants and shuffled over to the dispenser (his briefs were still around his knees). He came back with a condom package which I ripped open. "Unroll it on my dick," I said. Jason positioned it on the tip of my boner and then gently unrolled it up the shaft. His hands were shaking. "Grab the sink and bend over," I instructed. Jason obeyed. I reached down and pulled his briefs all the way off and threw them in the corner. He now was naked except for his white socks and the tee shirt bunched around his neck. I used my feet to kick apart his legs. I admired his strong back now bent over the sink and the firm, muscular butt that was being presented to me. Jason had very little hair on his ass. I pulled apart his cheeks and found his small, pink asshole. Jason's whole backside was stiff as a board. "You're going to have to relax or this is really going to hurt," I warned. I should know. I had had my butt invaded for the first time tonight. Of course, I hadn't requested it like Jason was. I reached over and took some liquid soap from the dispenser to serve as lubricant. I lubed up my dick and then got some more and tried to work it into Jason's asshole. I managed to get one finger in. "Don't close up. Relax!" I said. "I'm trying," grunted Jason. I slipped in a second finger and slid them both in and out to loosen him up. After removing my fingers, I positioned my dick at Jason's asshole and gently tried to push it in. I increased the pressure and it finally popped in. I slid in and out with long, slow strokes. It was an interesting sensation. Jason had a very tight asshole that felt like it was clamped onto my shaft. I had never fucked anyone before, male or female. I decided that this wasn't bad at all. I poked further in and, by the sound of Jason's moans, I was hitting the magic spot on his prostate. I picked up the pace and started to really hammer his butt. I held onto Jason's bunched-up tee shirt like it was a set of reins. With each thrust of my pelvis, my balls slapped against Jason's ass. The stimulation that my dick was getting from Jason's tight, apparently virgin ass was pretty intense. As far as I could tell from looking down at Jason's stiff rod, Jason was enjoying himself too. "Go ahead, jerk yourself off," I said. Jason reached down and started to beat his throbbing meat. I reached up a hand and rubbed Jason's spiky black hair. I must have been pushing the right buttons because Jason's loud moans were reverberating off the tile walls and concrete floor of the men's room. Shortly thereafter Jason let out a groan and started bucking his hips. His jism exploded onto the men's room floor. I hit the wall a moment later myself and came inside Jason's ass. I pulled out, rolled off the condom and cleaned myself up with a couple of paper towels. Jason just continued holding onto the sink, his breathing gradually calming down. I wondered if he was okay. Then I noticed Jason's briefs lying in the corner. "I think I'll keep these as a souvenir," I said as I picked them up. Jason didn't say anything. As I slipped on Jason's briefs, I realized that they were about a size too small for me. I got them on but realized that my cock and balls were clearly outlined; nothing was left to the imagination. Oh well, I thought, better than (literally) nothing. I thought of going for Jason's pants but I decided he might object to that and I still needed a ride to McDonalds. Shit! That reminded me; Steve said he would only wait twenty minutes. It had already been more than that. I needed to get a move on. "Quick! We need to get going," I said. "Huh?" said Jason, sounding a little out of it. He straightened up slowly. He seemed kind of stiff; I'll bet his butt was pretty sore. I tossed Jason his jeans and he slowly stepped into them. I knelt and pushed his feet back into his boots. Then I stood up and pulled his tee shirt back over his head. He looked relatively presentable though I could see a little stain appear on the front of his pants since he hadn't cleaned himself up after coming. I pushed him out the door. He grabbed his overcoat as we left. "Where's your car?" I asked. "I have to turn the pumps and the lights off first," said Jason, who had now pretty much come back to normal. "Then hurry up!" I said. Jason quickly got the station closed down and then led me behind the building. There was no car in sight, just a motorcycle. "Don't you have a car?" I asked. "No, just the bike," replied Jason. "Do you want a ride or not?" Jason was strapping on his helmet. "Yeah, yeah, I want the ride." I wasn't too thrilled to be riding a motorcycle through the center of town dressed only in someone else's underwear. I had been considering asking Jason for a ride to my home but that was considerably farther than McDonalds and I didn't think I wanted to be exposed any more than I had to. Jason hopped on his motorcycle and I swung on behind him. "Now, listen," he said. "I don't have a second helmet and if you fall off dressed the way you are, you won't have much skin left. Do what I do. Lean when I lean. And hold on tight to me!" With that he grabbed my arms and pulled them firmly around his waist. He started the motorcycle and we took off. "I hope the cops don't see us," said Jason. I hung on tight to Jason's muscular midsection as we rode quickly through town toward the highway. We passed a number of cars and a handful of pedestrians. I could see people looking curiously at the almost naked guy on the back of a motorcycle but I hoped we were going too fast for anyone to recognize me. It was damn cold on that thing without a jacket or pants; I tried to get a little warmth by leaning into Jason's back. I was relieved when we finally pulled into the McDonalds parking lot. I was further relieved to see Steve's Camaro still in the lot. Jason pulled up next to the Camaro. Of course, Steve hadn't parked in a dark corner of the parking lot; he was pulled up right next to the brightly lit restaurant. I swung off the motorcycle and thanked Jason for the ride. "Don't mention it," said Jason. "Just bring the six dollars by the station tomorrow night. And if you come around closing time, we might be able to spend a little time together." Jason winked at me and slapped my butt. Don't count on it, I thought to myself as I tried to remember how many people had slapped me on the ass tonight. Jason peeled out, going way too fast for a parking lot. I noticed that people inside McDonalds were starting to stare and point at me so I headed quickly for Steve's car. I could see the guys inside. Rick pushed open the passenger side door and I hopped in. Ryan slid over to the middle of the backseat and let me have the more comfortable right hand seat. "Thanks, Ryan," I said. Ryan just grunted and didn't look at me. He was holding what looked like an almost untouched burger which he wrapped up and set on the floor. "What did Jason have you do?" asked Steve, turning around to look at me from the driver's seat. I decided that I really didn't have a lot of secrets left from these guys so I told him the truth. "He wanted me to butt-fuck him." Steve laughed. "I always wondered about the swim team! I see you ended up with his underwear." Rick swiveled his head around. "Jason asked for it up the ass?" he asked incredulously. "Yeah," I replied. "And he blew me too." "Hmm," said Rick thoughtfully. I had a feeling that Jason might be getting a visit from Rick in the near future. I thought about all those pushups on the cold concrete floor and decided that I didn't like Jason well enough to warn him. Jason might find himself turning tricks out at Joe's Place sometime soon. Of course, he just might enjoy it. Steve started the car up and we pulled out of the parking lot. I assumed we were finally heading toward my house. I looked at Ryan. He was still staring at the floor. He hadn't said a word to me since I had yelled at him at the gas station. I put my hand on Ryan's shoulder. He shrugged it off. He was really mad at me! Or had he reconsidered things and become embarrassed about his earlier reaching out? Maybe I had just misread him completely? Well, it doesn't matter, I thought defiantly. If that's the way he wants it, screw him! Even so, I felt a little empty knowing that I wasn't going to develop anything with Ryan. I had lost him before I ever really had him. Then I thought to myself, this is ridiculous! I only really met this guy tonight. Why am I feeling this bad? But I was. Everybody in the car was silent as we drove across town toward the residential section where I live. It's a nice area where the houses sprawl on big wooded lots. Steve seemed to know where I lived; he pulled onto the right street. "Which house is yours, Cal?" asked Steve. "You're almost there. It's the next driveway." Steve pulled up just short of the long driveway which leads to my house. Rick opened the car door. As I was about to get out, Ryan silently handed me my keys and comb which he had been holding since I had traded him my shirt and pants. "Uh, thanks," I said. Ryan said nothing and looked away. I stepped out and looked back inside the car. Steve, Rick and Scotty looked at me. Ryan just stared at the floor. "Well, guys, thanks for the ride," I said with all the irony of which a guy in somebody else's underwear was capable. I turned and started to walk towards the house. I could see lights on and was wondering how I was going to sneak in without getting caught. How would I explain to my parents if they saw me? Naked except for too small underpants, and covered with dried cum. I heard Steve laugh behind me. "Hold on, Cal, you can't go in dressed that way." I stopped and turned around. Steve was climbing out of the car followed by Scotty. Rick's door opened and he stepped out. A few seconds later, Ryan got out as well. Steve, Scotty and Rick walked up to me. Ryan hung back a little. "We can probably fix you up a little better than that," said Steve. Steve tossed his keys to Scotty. "Scotty, get that old tee shirt of mine out of the trunk." Scotty opened the Camaro's trunk and retrieved a greasy old shirt which he handed to me. It was pretty close to a rag but I was happy to put it on. Steve looked at me and then looked at Ryan who was staring at the ground. A funny expression passed over Steve's face. I would have said it was concern except I don't know what Steve could have been concerned about. "Cal, I think you need a pair of pants," said Steve. "Hey, Ryan!" Startled, Ryan looked up. "Ryan, would you mind lending Cal your old pair of jeans from the trunk?" asked Steve. "I guess not," said Ryan. Scotty went back to the trunk and got the jeans that Ryan had taken off after he had traded me for my khaki pants. I took them from Scotty and pulled them on. Ryan and I were pretty much the same size and they fit fine. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be wearing clothes again for the first time since I had come across Steve and the guys back up the mountain. I started to feel more like a human being. If my parents caught me now, I would still have to come up with some sort of story but it would be much easier to explain away. "Thanks, Steve. Thanks, Ryan," I said. "Don't get too used to the jeans," Ryan said, coldly. "I'll be by at 10 tomorrow morning to pick them up." Then he said in a softer tone, "and if you can borrow some wheels, we could pick up an alternator and drive to where you left your car. I can probably repair it for you, if you like." He looked at me tentatively. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Steve, who had stiffened up at Ryan's first statement, had started to relax. I smiled. "I think that would be great. I'm sure we could borrow my dad's car. Sometime when it's convenient, I'd also like to take you up on your offer to help me with weight training." "Whenever you want to do it, that will be convenient," Ryan said firmly. Then he hesitated; it looked like maybe he was coming to a decision about something. Ryan abruptly stepped forward, grabbed my face with both hands and pressed his lips against mine. I was taken by surprise but I wasn't about to make the mistake I had made back in the cabin. I kissed back, and how! I grabbed him by the shoulders so he couldn't get away and pressed my lips back against his. I opened my mouth slightly so that my tongue could escape. I flicked my tongue across his slightly open lips. Ryan's lips were soft with a nice texture and a rather pleasant flavor. I ran my hands down his back to his butt and grabbed a couple of handfuls. Ryan's usually calm hazel eyes opened wide; I think he was surprised at the passion of my response. I just didn't want him to have any doubt about my feelings. I pressed the tip of my tongue against his lips and slipped into his mouth. I searched out his tongue, tangled with it for a few seconds and then licked around the inside of his mouth. Ryan moved one hand down to my shoulder while he ran the other through my hair. His tongue then sloppily tried to invade my mouth. I lightly sucked on it. After exchanging a fair amount of saliva, we separated from each other with big smiles on our faces. The smile then dropped from Ryan's face as I guess he realized that he had just made a pretty definite statement. He looked defiantly at Steve and Rick. There was silence for a couple of seconds. "Ryan, you're like another brother to me," said Steve, softly. "Don't you know that nothing could ever change that?" Rick was silent for a moment. Then he shrugged and said, "it's cool." Ryan looked pleased. His sweet smile spread across his face. I couldn't say that I liked Steve or Rick after all that they had done to me but Ryan did and I didn't want him to lose anything because of me. I was relieved for Ryan's sake and I felt slightly more respect for Steve and Rick. Rick turned toward me and surprised me by sticking a ten dollar bill in the pocket of my jeans. "That's your cut from Joe's Place. If you want to do it again, I'll give you a bigger percentage," he said with a smile. "Uh, I don't think so," I replied. "Well, think about it," said Rick. Maybe these guys aren't really so bad, I thought. Then Steve walked up to me, grabbed the two front belt loops of my jeans and roughly pulled me toward him. My face ended up maybe six inches away from his. "I don't like jocks," Steve said abruptly. "Mainly because they think they're better than everyone else. Look at you: did you ever talk to any of us at school?" There wasn't much to say. We both knew I hadn't. "When you showed up at the bridge this afternoon, you had the same jock attitude. The first thing you said to us was that we weren't supposed to be there - like you owned the place! Remember?" asked Steve. I remembered but I still didn't say anything. I really didn't know what to say. "Then you felt free to help yourself to our beer and weed without asking," said Steve. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I know I was impolite," I interjected. Steve ignored me. "Worst of all, you just assumed we were some sort of lowlifes who might leave you stranded in the middle of nowhere. That was fucking insulting! I would never have left you up there. None of us would!" Now he tells me, I think to myself. I could have saved myself a lot of wear and tear tonight, not to mention a set of clothes, if he had told me this earlier. "Maybe you're basically an okay guy," continued Steve. "Ryan clearly thinks so and he's a pretty good judge of character. And I did like the way you refused to give up your grandfather's watch." Steve released his hold on my jeans and took my grandfather's watch from his wrist. He grabbed my arm and strapped it back on me. "I told you I'd give it back," he said. "Thanks, Steve," I said. I still didn't think he should have taken it in the first place. "I think you had a much needed lesson in humility tonight," said Steve. "I plan to keep up the lessons until I'm satisfied that you know how to show a little more respect to people. I have some pretty interesting photos of you now and if you don't want them posted on your locker at school, you're going to do what I say when I say. Got it?" I had wondered what Steve planned to do with those photos of me getting ass-fucked. "Got it, Steve," I replied. "Well, the next lesson is the day after tomorrow. You know where I live?" asked Steve. "Yeah, I know." "Come by at four p.m. exactly. Don't go to the house; go to the side door of the barn. Bring a blindfold. Take off everything and then put on the blindfold. Knock three times. Scotty and I will be waiting for you. Maybe I'll let Scotty invite some of his friends." "Take off everything?" I asked. "Strip to the skin," said Steve. I knew I didn't have any choice. "I'll be there, Steve." Steve nodded and stepped back. I looked over at Ryan. I wondered if, with our budding relationship, he might object to Steve's plans for me. But he didn't say a word. Maybe he didn't mind sharing me with his friends so long as it was only sexual (I realized that I didn't know what these guys had been doing with each other as they were growing up). Maybe he agreed with Steve that I needed some lessons in humility. Or maybe he was just so used to following Steve's lead that it didn't occur to him to protest. I decided that I would have to work on him a bit. Then a really unpleasant thought struck me. Rick was the photographer who took those pictures. There was no way he wouldn't keep a set for himself. Would he also be making demands on me? I looked over at Rick. He saw me and, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, he nodded and winked. I resigned myself to the thought that I was probably going to have to accommodate Rick's big dick up my butt one of these days. Of course, I knew something that Steve didn't know. Rick had also taken some blackmail shots of Steve. Would Rick be making demands on him as well? I wasn't going to be too surprised if Steve ended up taking it in the ass from Rick. I would just have to make a deal with Rick so that I could be present. Maybe I could even take part? "Okay, I'll see you guys," I said. "Ryan, I'll see you at ten tomorrow morning. Later!" I turned and started to walk slowly up my driveway. I had a lot to think about. I had been forced to do things tonight that I had never dreamed of doing. While I didn't exactly enjoy all of them, I couldn't honestly say I regretted the entire evening either. I had learned some things about myself that I had kept pretty hidden up until now. One was that I could have a close emotional attachment to another man (just as well now that I seemed to have acquired a boyfriend!). Also, I had discovered that I thoroughly enjoyed man to man sex. I guessed I would get to experience a lot more of that if Steve and Rick were going to make me their sex slave. Oh well, I would just have to take things as they came. I knew Steve and Rick well enough at this point to be pretty sure that they wouldn't let anything really bad happen to me. And if I didn't like it, I could probably get Ryan to head them off. And then there was my Ryan; I figured that I just might have started something really special with him. That wouldn't have happened if my car hadn't broken down today! I reached the side door of my house. I turned back and saw Ryan, Steve, Rick and Scotty still standing by the Camaro watching me. I waved. All four of them waved back. I waved again and walked inside. Author's Note: That's my story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed putting it down on paper. Let me know what you think! Please send your thoughts and comments to calspeed@mailcity.com. Love, Cal