Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2012 10:33:27 -0500
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam Chapter 111

	Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction
although based on non-fictional occurrences.  It contains sexual acts
involving males in high school as well as males beyond high school age.
There are scenes of definite humiliation, some of them graphic.  If this
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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.  Finally, thanks to all you
loyal readers who have stuck with this story through all the years.  This
next chapter is a continuation of the previous chapter and continues the
"prequel" to the main story. Although these are a "stand-alone" stories,
the reader is STRONGLY advised to begin at the beginning.  The characters
in these chapters, especially the bodybuilder Bo Harrison and the cop Jim
Larson will make more sense.  Because some readers wanted to know more
about how certain events could happen in the first place without drawing
the attention of the authorities as it were I thought I would fill in some
of those gaps in the story with these prequels so the reader might have a
better idea of how our poor unsuspecting victims came to find themselves in
such predicaments.  Or not, as the case may be.
	Loyal readers might remember the circumstances of the police raid
at Mort's in Chapter Eighty-Eight and wonder why such a crackdown did not
happen months sooner or why half the male population did not end up in
County Jail.  After reviewing the tapes from the docs' and those from the
warehouse and their parallel time lines, a clearer picture starts to
emerge.



	Chapter One Eleven


	June 25

	The rest of the week Larry only talked with Jim or Steve in
passing, trying to avoid any confrontation over what had happened back at
that warehouse.  For once Jim did not make a point of browbeating Larry,
playing the alpha stud jock lording over who he perceived to be a wuss.
Even with Steve Jim was keeping the appearance of being friendly, curt but
friendly.  It was not until the following Tuesday Tony called Jim and asked
what their plans were for the next evening, suddenly all eager to have the
guys back in his garage.
	"The wife is gone for a few days, so there's not reason, I hope you
guys -- I mean the workout room" meaning his garage "is available.
Finally, huh?"
	"Uh, I don't know... I mean... if the other guys, y'know are free
y'know wanna or if..."
	"I'll give them a call, see what their plans are.  I'll get back to
you as soon as -- "
	"No wait!  I'll call them, okay?" Jim saw the problem right away.
What if the group did decide to go over to Tony's garage the following
night.  Would they be cool and not say anything about how bad things had
gotten last time?  Could they be trusted now that Tony was so mysteriously
eager to rejoin them?  Did he want to risk this major threat to his
straight hyper-jock reputation?
	So he called Steve right away and explained the situation to him.
Steve thought things had died down sufficiently that Tony's garage and the
problems Jim raised would not be such a big deal anymore.
	"At least there won't be that damn camera for one, right?"
	"Fuck don't remind me.  Have you talked to Jensmull at all?"
	"Of course we talk, same as you and me."
	"No I mean talked talked!  He say anything about...?"
	"Shit no" Steve grunted "hell you think he's proud of what happened
to him?"
	"Like you were the picture of innocence Bearbreath" and that
started him up "shit Steve what got into you last week?  Grabbing my dick
and jacking me off!"
	"Like you didn't grab mine too!  What was THAT about?"
	"Shit you know it didn't mean shit I was just fuckin with you,
thinking you'd maybe drop the weights or something.  But you!  Shit I
thought if I didn't finish up my set fast you were gonna start creaming my
hand the way you were -- "
	"In your fuckin dreams Jimbo" Steve knew Jim was just as guilty as
he was so he lowered his voice "and like since when do you get so hard so
fast when another guy is grabbing your stuff?  What was that about?"
	"You're one to talk" and back and forth it went, neither one giving
an inch, both convinced the other guy committed the more disgusting breach
of conduct.
	"So what should we do about Tony then?" Steve had enough of the
argument and wanted a new discussion "should we tell him no go?"
	"I think he'd get suspicious if all of a sudden we decided not to,
y'know what I mean?  And like he's doing this flip-flop, like now he wants
us over there."
	"So you saying we should go?  To Tony's tomorrow?"
	"Like you said at least that damn camera won't be filming us in all
our glory, right?"
	"You saying you gonna what?  Miss it?"
	"Fuck no!  I mean we ain't gonna be doing no more nasty-ass shit.
Not at Tony's for crissakes!"
	"Don't sound so fuckin disappointed!"
	"You're the one sounds disappointed, no more getting on my dick
huh?"
	"Fuck you Jimbo" Steve chuckled, hiding his nervousness.
	"Back at ya.  So I better call Jensmull then and -- "
	"Let me handle Larry okay?  I don't know about you but we gotta
make sure he really did destroy that damn tape!  I mean if any of this gets
out -- "
	"Oh yeah, the tape I almost forgot about that" Jim lied.
	"Yeah let's hope he did too.  Or better yet burned the sucker.
Look, I'll give him a call and see what's going on, I'll get back to you."
	"So we're on for tomorrow then?"
	"Yeah I am at least, tell Tony we'll meet him there at seven" Steve
saw the TV in the background "and tell him to get some fans for that pit,
it looks like tomorrow's gonna be a hot one."
	"At least that warehouse was -- "
	"Shit Jimbo you REALLY do wanna go there instead don't ya?"
	"Not on your life I never wanna see that place again!"
	"Same here" Steve lied "I'm calling Larry, and if y'don't hear from
me everything's on for tomorrow then" and he hung up.  As soon as he did he
started sweating.  What if Larry had not destroyed the tape.  What if his
casual act all during the week was just that, just an act.  And he was
really deep-down pissed at the two and what if... Steve ran all the
"what-ifs" through his brain until he thought he would short-circuit
something.  When he calmed down enough to dial Larry's number he was hoping
he would not answer.  But on the second ring,
	"Hello hey Steve what's up?"
	"Hey Lar, sorry to bother you."
	"No bother, I was just thinking about tomorrow."
	"Uhh, what about it?" Steve braced himself for the bomb "you still
thinking about... y'know... "
	"We still on for it?  Is that place with Poker Steve still -- "
	"Uh no he busy" Steve lied "that's kinda why I was calling -- "
	"So we ain't gonna, y'know, I mean you guys all through
with... y'know... "
	"That's why I'm calling I mean... " Steve had to play this one real
careful "you probably would not be interested if, I mean y'know instead of
Steve's place we go back to.. maybe Tony's garage again?"
	"That dump?" but Larry made sure he heard the chuckle in his voice
"you guys really wanna go there?"
	"Just for one week" Steve blurted out and quickly regretted it.
	"So we're going back to that Steve's place next week?"
	"Shit Jensmull I thought the last thing you'd want to do is -- "
	"Hey I ain't happy with what went down last week anymore than you
are, ok?  But then again I was not the one playing with -- "
	"We don't gotta go there Lar, I mean it" Steve lowered his voice,
getting all "cop" on him "I don't think anyone's really proud about any of
that shit y'know what I mean?"
	"I know exactly what you mean, and yeah maybe we need to just -- "
	"So you... y'know that tape Larry... I mean you did...?"
	"Did what?" as soon as Larry heard Steve mention the magic word he
almost got hard in his pants.  He had been waiting for this conversation
all week.
	"Y'know, y'got rid of it, right?  I mean like you -- "
	"I destroyed it?  I was sure thinking about that believe me."
	"Thinking about it?  You mean you didn't?" Steve almost shouted the
words, but did everything to keep his cool.  This was not the time to get
Larry ticked off.
	"No Steve, not yet.  I been thinking about, seriously.  Giving it a
whole lot of thought... but..."
	"But what?  What the fuck you waiting for?"
	There was a long pause.  Steve could hear Larry's breathing,
knowing enough to hear the tension over the line,
	"Well?"
	"Y'know Steve I can't tell ya now.  Maybe we can talk about it
tomorrow huh?"
	"That mean, I mean you really thinking about...?"
	"I'll see ya tomorrow night.  You ARE going, right?" the slight
edge in Larry's tone coming through much louder than the tense breathing
before.
	"Y-y-yeah, I'll be there."
	"Jim too, right?"
	"Yeah, I guess."
	"Make sure okay?"
	"Why's that?"
	"No reason" Larry lied and hung up.

	June 26

	So it was that three nervous guys headed to Tony's place the
following night, hoping for little more than a hot dirty evening in that
cramped garage.  Jim was the first to get there, hoping he could get that
big Italian musclehead aside and if not explain what had happened at the
warehouse at least sound him out on how cool he was about "stuff", get a
sense for how he might react if some moron let something slip, not that
actual activities were actually going anywhere near what had happened in
the past.  But as soon as the two had rearranged all the equipment and Jim
was starting to ease into the subject of the prior two Wednesdays, Larry
showed up and it was not long before a sweating Steve arrived as well.
	"So you guys all miss the place huh?" Tony was already dripping
even though he was only wearing a wife-beater and nylon running shorts.  As
overly muscled Jim was, Tony was more sculpted and proportioned, although
both could compete in their respective weight classes.  Tony's upper body
looked more symmetrical, but not less of that "roided" look, his olive tone
making his chest and shoulders appear more sculpted.  He may have been less
vascular than Jim, but if it came to a posedown, it would be hard to choose
between the two muscle cops "I guess that other place didn't work out huh?"
	"Shit man what happened to you?"
	"Oh this?" rubbing his hand over his freshly shaved head "I always
do this in summer, the heat y'know."
	"Ya didn't last year, from what I remember..." Steve was a bit
shocked.  He noticed Larry did not say anything but waited for Steve to
comment on it first.
	"So what about that other place?" Tony tried.
	"We don't mind this place" Larry looked at Steve, ducking the
subject "besides it's not like we can use that other place whenever we
want, right Steve?"
	"Uh yeah, right."
	"So what is it anyway?  Some guy's private -- "
	"Just an empty warehouse" Jim cut in "nothing special is all."
	"Except it has a full work-out area full set of weights locker room
shower, it's kinda cool" Larry looked at Jim "even has a -- "
	"Maybe I should join you, see this place for myself sometime" Tony
found Larry's eagerness kind of amusing.
	"Come join us next week" Steve gave Larry a quick glare after his
outburst "you should -- "
	"Yeah, good idea" Jim added, his eyes still on Larry.
	"Think about it" Tony look at his equipment "so this probably ain't
as fancy as you -- "
	"We don't need fancy, we just need to get our asses moving" Jim was
back in hard-ass mode "so who's gonna start this off?"
	"What are we doing this week?"
	"What'd y'do last week?" Tony all innocent.
	"It was kinda funny actually" Larry looked at Jim "I mean y'shoulda
seen -- "
	"Norton don't wanna hear about that Jismboy" Jim cut him off fast
"he's asking about our workouts and that's why I'm thinking we should keep
our same regimen, legs back chest arms, same as last time."
	"And the penalties?" Larry looked straight at Jim "same as last
time too?"
	"What penalties?" Tony asked before Steve or more likely Jim had a
chance to kill Larry right then and there.
	"Don't mind Lar" Steve was breaking out in a cold sweat even though
it was hotter than blazes in that airless garage "he's just bullshitting ya
tryin to fuck with all of us."
	"Whoever didn't make their set -- "
	"Forget it Jensmull, Norton doesn't care about -- "
	"No this sounds like some hardass shit you came up with Larson,
once again" Tony was almost laughing "what'd you make these poor slobs do
this time?"
	"He didn't make us do anything" Steve gave Larry the nastiest of
looks "Lar here is just jerking you around."
	"Speaking of jerking -- "
	"Enough with the gum-flapping!" Jim put a stop to that fast.  The
last thing he wanted to have them talk about was what happened between him
and Steve.  If Tony got even the slightest wind of that... well he was not
going to, Jim was determined now "we start with twenty pushups each warmup
then... "finding the attachment for the bench "leg lifts for starters, then
maybe some squats."
	"But what about -- " Steve was going to ask about their order but
Jim feared something worse."
	"No buts Bearbreath" dropping to the hard cement floor "twenty
guys.  That means right now!" and one by one they all dropped down and
followed.  If one thing Jim got them conditioned to do it was taking orders
when he turned on his "sargeant" voice.
	All of them were in good shape so it was not an ordeal but Tony of
all people was the first to turn red in the face like he was having
difficulties.
	"Sorry guys" he grunted when he was finished "guess I shoulda been
joining you guys, been not pushing myself and a couple weeks missed
y'really feel it huh?" he stood there panting and sweating, his face, his
newly shaved head especially red and shiny with the modest exertion.
	"Nah you're fine" Jim looked at Steve who was also staining his
gray football t-shirt with sweat "it's just hotter'n hell in here.  What
about some fans Tony-my-man?"
	"Oh shit yeah I almost forgot" he wiped his forehead with the
bottom of his wife-beater, flashing them his ripped smooth collection of
perfect toned abs "be right back" and he headed for the house.
	"So what the FUCK was that all ABOUT?" Jim turned on Larry as soon
as Tony was out of earshot.
	"What was what about?"
	"You were gonna just stand there and tell him about last week if I
wouldn't have -- "
	"Chill out Jim, it ain't like that" Larry sat down and grabbed his
waterbottle, draining half of it.  He felt the heat as well and knew it
should work in his favor if he just knew how to play his cards.  But he had
zero experience in coercion and subterfuge, unlike these other guys.  Well
at least Jim that's for sure "y'think I would blab to Norton about what
your two were -- "
	"Fuck, you were the one throwing a big fat homo rod over all of
what was happening"
	"And you two were just innocent little kids?" Larry was not going
to let Jim bully him, not with the ace he was holding, knowing his
possession of that night's tape kept him sitting pretty "okay?  You two
were not exactly playing tiddlywinks!"
	"Okay okay OKAY!" Steve got between them holding up his hands
"enough already!  We can't be getting into this, not when Norton gonna show
up any second okay?"
	"Get into what?" Tony showed up at that moment, carrying two
floor-stand fans "what are you guys arguing about now?"
	"Nothing" Jim glared at Larry "nothing at all."
	"We just haven't decided on who's going in what order is all" Steve
looked hard at Jim "so like we 'agreed' I'll go first and then Tony."
	"No, like we 'agreed' I will start" Jim continued to glare at Larry
"then Norton then Steve-O and finally Jismboy here.  We agreed?"
	"Sure fine whatever" but Larry was not through yet.
	So Jim went over to the loosely piled collection of weights and
loaded up the leg attachment, watching Tony plug in the fans cooling off
the garage by five degrees if that.  Jim started out at what he thought a
modest amount of weight, enough to warm up his quads without causing any
problems off the bat.  He finished and got his sweaty ass off the leather
bench and waved to their host,
	"next?"
	"Uh..." Tony looked at all the weight there and frowned "that
weight?"
	"No man it's up to you" Steve jumped in "you decide how much, it
doesn't have to be the same amount, whatever you want to start at."
	"Except each time you gotta increase it" Jim had to assert his role
again.
	"By how much?" Tony wanted to get this down at the beginning so
there would be no more arguing among all these overheated guys.  Already he
could sense the tension in the group and did not want it to get out of
control.  At the same time he was very curious about what they were hiding,
because it was plain as shit they were all guilty of something.  And he was
enough of cop to get to the bottom of it, so he was making a big thing
about getting Jim to explain all of his "rules" like he had never done any
of this before.
	"Same as always, by five."
	"Don't you think for legs it should be addtional fifteen pounds?"
Larry added, challenging Jim.  Larry knew Jim hated to be outdone at
anything.
	"Fifteen, y'want fifteen?  Hey it's your funeral Jismboy" Jim threw
right back.
	"Uh, okay" Tony adjusted the weights for what he thought would be a
good starting amount.  At the same time he did not want to look like too
much of a wuss, so it was only twenty pounds less than Jim's amount.  He
was more than half-way through when he realized he should have started
lower.  He finished and struggled to his feet "there, how's that?"
	"You okay there Norton?"
	"Yeah no problem" he lied "I guess taking off a week or two is..."
	"Don't sweat it" Steve went to the bench and made a point of
increasing the amount, making sure Jim noticed.  But not by so much as to
make Tony look like a chump.  He did his ten with a certain ease, his
hair-darkened legs thick and muscular enough from all his football that
this exercise was not his weakest area.  And last week's workout was
keeping his from falling into the same lethargy as the big Italian there.
He finished and stood up, sweaty but confident "okay Larry, your turn."
	"Piece of cake" Larry went and made a point of lowering the amount
of weight, glaring at Jim to make a snide comment.  But Jim was silent as
Larry did his ten at the reduced amount and finished with little effort
"okay Jimbo" taunting him in Steve-fashion "fifteen more."
	"Fifteen, we all agreeing on fifteen?" Jim looked around the room,
not getting any arguments "okay you dickheads, fifteen it is" and he loaded
up his previous amount, again making a big display of adding the two
seven-and-a-halfs.  He shifted his hips balancing he weight and began his
set, feeling his muscles pump and the blood rush down and into his legs.
If there was one thing that got him off it was feeling the pump.  He went
through all ten and stood, flushed with pride "okay Tony-my-man, show us
how it's done."
	"Fifteen huh?" Tony looked at the weight, almost forgetting what
his starting amount was until Larry reminded him, trying to be helpful.
Tony lowered the amount until it was was they told him he had plus the
additional fifteen.  He took his position and tested the weight, feeling
the heaviness already building in his thighs.
	"You can do it my man" Jim encouraged.
	"Yeah Norton, piece of cake for someone in your shape, do it" from
Steve.
	"Nothing to worry about" Larry looked at Jim and shrugged.
	Tony gave the weight a test lift then began.  His legs strained and
pulled but he got through the first eight smoothly.  The last two and he
was visibly struggling.  He grunted "ten!" as he finished with a loud
clang!
	"There, y'see?  Not a problem" Jim came over and high-fived him.
But he could see Tony had let himself lose so much of his cut tone in the
short interim "okay Bearbreath, you agreed to fifteen let's see it."
	"Yeah yeah keep yer shirt on" Steve came over from a hushed
conversation with Larry "your turn's coming soon enough."
	"Less jawing more lifting" Jim shot back, his favorite line.
	"Jawing and lifting, jawing and lifting" Steve parroted back
"whatever" adding his fifteen pounds, groaning as he did.  He got onto the
bench and made a loud grunt as he did.  He made a big ordeal out of his
ten, but he knew it was not as difficult as he made it out to be.  He
finished nine and ten with a great deal of drama "there, ten!"
	"My turn" Larry jumped up, not really wanting to get this show on
the road but knowing he had to push this into the red zone and soon.  He
had a small conference with Steve suggesting how to save the evening at the
same time get an idea of where Tony might be if and when the situation
concerning the prior week came into the open.  Steve told Larry he was nuts
and he would not go along with it.  Larry reminded him he still had the
tape and Steve really wanted to play along to avoid anything worse happen.
Steve agreed with a few conditions and suggestions of his own.  At that
point Larry knew the train was already heading over the cliff and he better
hang onto his hat.  Or in this case his crotch.
	He readjusted the weights, adding his fifteen and gave it a try,
	"Shit, whose idea was fifteen?"
	"Yours Jismboy" Jim smirked "what's the matter?  Think your gonna
wuss out and we're just starting?"
	"Shit no I can do this" he groaned and started, his thick legs
flexing with the effort.  He made it to seven and started to buckle.
	"C'mon Lar that's only seven.  Three more!" Steve looked at the
other two "do it Lar!"
	"I can do it!" he groaned catching his breath.
	"Hey, no fair taking a break" Jim the drill sargeant bark "now or
forfeit."
	"I ain't forfeiting" he gasped and up went his legs, his face red,
the veins in his thick necks popping out "eight!" he grunted.
	"Two more Lar!"
	"Okay" he lowered the bar fast and as soon as he did up it went
again.  Almost all the way up but Larry's legs started to shake and down
crashed the attachment "nine!"
	"No good you didn't get it all -- " but Larry tried one more time,
his legs flexing out and up and again the weights made it halfway to the
top.
	"Ten!" Larry grunted, the weights slamming down with a loud crash.
	"Bullshit!" Jim charged over almost grabbing Larry.  He grabbed him
by the shoulders preventing him from getting up "that was no ten!"
	"Shit Jensmull, talk about lame" Tony not far behind "what do you
call that?"
	"That was ten" Larry was staring right into Jim's abs so close he
could smell his sweat "right Steve?"
	"Sorry Lar" Steve shrugged "not even close.  Those last two
were..."
	"So what if he didn't do his ten?" Tony looked at Jim "you guys
talked about forfeits and penalties.  Like what kinda penalties?"
	"We ain't doing no penalties!" Jim thundered "okay?"
	"But what about the kid here?" Tony had fire in those dark eyes of
his"Larry sure as fuck didn't do his -- "
	"Okay alright SHIT!" Larry tried to get up but Jim pushed him back
down "okay I didn't, okay?  So I have to do a penalty or not?"
	"Larry's right" Steve challenged Jim "penalty time for Lar here.
Right Tony?"
	"No penalties got it?" Jim turned to Steve, tense and pissed.
	"No Steve's right" Tony was right next to Jim "Larry's gotta do his
penalty, he forfeited right?  Right Larry?"
	"Yeah fine" he looked at Steve, biting his lip.
	"Look you guys" Jim had to stop this while he could "I mean -- "
	"I say he does a penalty, nothing bad, just..."
	"Like lose the shirt Lar" Steve looked at Jim "for starters."
	"What?" their host almost laughed "you call that a penalty?"
	"Look guys, we really don't -- " Jim was getting more and more
angry and nervous as he looked from one guy to the other.
	"Yeah for starters" Tony smirked "we'll think of something nastier
next time you fuck up Larry."
	"Fine" Larry reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head
"there" his bulky thick torso exposed, the light dusting of hairs on his
chest and especially on his round belly already matting with sweat.
	"I don't think we should be -- " Jim wanted this development to
stop but saw Tony's hard determination.
	"Hey, house rules" Tony shrugged, looking at Jim "my house, my
rules.  From now on any wuss doesn't do his set forfeits and does a
penalty."
	"Norton we don't need -- "
	"C'mon Jim, it's good incentive" Tony tugged at his wife-beater
pulling it off as well, all those dark ripped full muscles on display
"besides, losing clothes is hardly a penalty" tossing it in the corner.
His shiny bulging chest, muscular and hairless except for his black pits
was so packed with his competition-ready muscle, but his chest and arms
were not yet so bulked out as they would be after a few more sets, or had
he been not taking the last several weeks off "see?" meaning: Larson you
ain't the only one with muscles!
	"No really guys -- "
	"You're outruled here Jimbo" Steve smirked "Tony's rules okay?"
	"You!" Jim just pointed his finger at Larry, backing up so he could
free the bench.  The kid rubbed his hand over his bulky round chest, shiny
with sweat then mopped his face with his wadded-up t-shirt as he struggled
to his feet "okay last one.  Another fifteen" reloading the leg attachment
and taking the bench.  He got back up and wiped it clean of Larry's sweat
"pig..." snarling at Larry who just stood there, his big arms folded over
his bare chest.
	He started his set, his legs sore but recovered enough from the
long break to finish all ten with minimal effort.  He got off the bench his
thighs burning and starting to pop.
	"Looking good there Larson" Tony took his turn next "fifteen huh?"
removing less weights than he would have wanted until his amount was set.
He took the bench and gave the bar a test "whoa!" he grunted and began his
lifts, his legs not as sore as last set but the last two were almost
dropped.  He sat there with all his muscles tight and shining, his sweaty
abs flexing with each lift, his face red with the effort.  With the
slightest of breaks he able to finish the last two with a great amount of
effort "fuck!" he grunted as the last one slammed down.
	"Getting soft there Norton" Jim taunted, knowing that was the last
thing he was.  The guy was as ripped as he was, but where Jim was more
overly muscled and bulked out, Tony was perfectly toned and ripped, every
muscle defined and sinewy, not an ounce of fat on him.  And that newly
shaved head only added to his general musclehead appearance "see what
happens when you skip a week?"
	"Or two" he struggled to his feet his balance unsteady "fine you're
right.  No more blowing off workouts" looking at Steve "okay big guy, show
us how."
	"No sweat" Steve loaded up his amount, exchanging some weights for
larger ones to keep from running out of room on the short bar.  He took his
seat, the bench almost straining for the additional weight.
	"Hey make sure y'don't break Norton's equipment there Numbnutts"
Jim laughed.
	"Fuck you Jimbo" and Steve gave a grunt as he swung the
hundred-plus weight up, his thick thighs bulging with the increased amount.
He looked liked he would fail after seven, each time the weights swinging
down with a loud crash, but each time he gave a loud grunt and swung them
up and with a loud gasp finished the tenth one "there!" gasping out of
breath "piece of... cake."
	"Okay enough of the easy stuff" Jim looked around the room for the
curved barbell.  He pulled it from corner and started to throw some plates
on it.
	"Thought we're doing that next" Tony went over to his ancient
nautilus sitting in a corner unused and collecting dust from their last
session weeks ago "what about...?"
	"Fine we can do the gimp machine" Jim hated that thing, being a
free weight snob from day one "even Jismboy here can handle that."
	"Don't go easy just because of me" Larry just stood there, his head
cocked to the side "I ain't the one should be worrying."
	"What's that mean Jensmull?" Jim turned on him.
	"Nothing Jimbo, he don't mean nothing okay?" Steve stepped in fast
"he just thinks maybe -- "
	"Since when you doin the thinking?" Jim looked at Tony "that what
we got Norton here for, right?"
	"Yeah that's me" Tony took a towel and wiped off the seat "so now
we do... back, right?"
	"See?" looking at Steve "told ya he's the brains of the outfit
here."
	"Yeah that's me, a real bookworm" crossing his eyes at Jim "okay
He-Man, show me how to do this huh?"
	"Okay guys, unlike the runt here" Jim gave Tony a pop on the back
of his smooth skull "you meatheads know how this works" sitting down and
straddling the bench his back to them "we're gonna do fifteen per set."
	"Fifteen?" Larry acted shocked "huh?"
	"Yeah fifteen" Jim set the pin at his starting amount "lemme show
ya" grabbing the bar wide grip and giving it a firm tug down towards his
chest.  He finished his set with little more than a red face to show for
his effort "see how easy?"
	"Gee Larson, don't know if us weaklings can handle this" Tony --
all one-eighty-five pounds of weakling muscles -- replaced him on the seat,
his broad bare V of a back displaying that rippling relief map of tanned
olive hills and valleys.  He looked over his shoulder and smirked, making a
point of jamming the pin in several weights lower and heavier than Jim's
starting amount "why don't you grab some waters from the kitchen Jim while
I make short work of this" nodding his head at the door to the house."
	"Yeah right so when I'm gone you're gonna cheat and -- "
	"We'll keep and eye on him" Steve shook his head, the idea Tony
would shave some weights in Jim's absence too absurd to believe "right
Larry?"
	"Yeah right" Larry looked at Steve and nodded his head towards Jim
walking through the door "I'll stay here and keep him honest."
	It took a few seconds for Steve to catch on he was supposed to join
Jim.  He got a worried, then pissed expression but headed for the door as
well,
	"I'll go help him, make sure he doesn't get lost."
	Tony did not pay much attention, already burning through his set
like it was no big deal.  He finished his set and got off the bench, wiping
himself down with his towel.
	"Sorry about this" standing over Larry, his bare torso flushed with
the recent effort.
	"For what?"
	"Y'know, this place" waving around the garage "I know it's a hot
dirty old garage and all, not like -- "
	"Hey, y'don't hear me complaining do you?" Larry shrugged, his big
thick fleshy shoulders doing a slow dance "you're a real okay bud to let us
lunkheads hang out here and -- "
	"Probably compared to where you guys were last week, this must be
the pits, huh?"
	"It ain't much fancier than this" wondering how long the two would
be gone.  Larry was enough of a cop to know Tony was angling trying to give
him the third degree, but was he was not worried he would spill the beans
at this point in the evening "bigger yeah, fancier no."
	"Maybe I should join you guys next time you head there huh?"
	"You kicking us outa your private gym here already?"
	"Ain't meaning that" their host sat down again on the bench facing
forward this time.  He reached up and grabbed the bar to stretch a bit, his
big arms flexing his biceps bulging, his hairy pits catching the breeze
from the fan.  And he noticed where Larry's eyes bounced before their eyes
locked "just thinking I should tag along next time."
	"Sure fine up to you" Larry felt Tony's steady stare.  He stood up
and went over to the fan to cool off, looking down at Tony in the process
"but you're just gonna be disappointed cause it ain't all that special."
	"So it's what?  Some guy's private set up?"
	"Not even" Larry folded his arms, shifting his weight to one hip
"just the back of an old warehouse south of here, some guys I guess just
rents out part of the space and -- "
	"Rents it out?" Tony cocked his eye "it ain't free?"
	"I don't know I mean..."
	"How much he charging you guys?"
	"Not much."
	"So he is charging you then."
	"See?" Larry trying to steer it away "that's why we like this
place.  At least you ain't charging" right away catching his gaff "and a
bunch of us lunkheads don't need anything fancy, just regular" rubbing his
shoulder "at least I do."
	"So the place is nice huh?" Tony was on the scent and would not let
it go.
	"In a pinch, y'know?" looking around, trying to keep his eyes off
that olive-skinned half-naked torso.  He could swear Tony was almost
putting on a show for him, the way he was flexing his arms tugging at the
bar, his abs tightening and loosening each time.  Larry knew that Tony
could not be wise to the conversation between Steve and Jim, but that did
not make Larry any less nervous.  And when Larry got nervous he turned red.
And worse.
	Tony gave a few casual glances at Larry's crotch,
	"So what about these penalties?" just like that, out of the blue.
	"What do you mean?" Larry stalled.
	"What kind of penalties you guys been making each other do?"
	"Oh you can just imagine what those two" thumbing towards the
kitchen "boneheads come up with.  Jim especially got a hard-ass streak,
like he wanted to be a drill sargeant or -- "
	"But stripping off?" nodding at Larry's bare chest "ain't that
kinda y'know... gay?"
	"Naw" Larry blushed more and shrugged "ain't like that.  It's just
Jim's way of y'know trying to y'know... I don't know maybe motivate you,
y'know in his own sick twisted way."
	"So he's the one always assigns the penalties?"
	"Naw, not usually, I mean Steve -- "
	"What about Steve?"
	"If it's Steve's penalty, then yeah, Jim's the one who comes up
with something really nasty."
	"I get that" Tony finally lowered his arms, rubbing his right pec
instead "so if Jim doesn't always get to decide then..."
	"We usually agree and..."
	"Usually... I mean..." Larry started sweating.
	"If you don't agree?" Tony narrowed his eyes "like what if you
picked a penalty for Jim and he didn't want to -- "
	"We usually agree -- have to agree -- on I mean..."
	"But not always right?" Tony could see Larry's wall start to crack.
Shit he did this for a living, something Larry knew.  If not he should
know.  The nervous silence last maybe five seconds before they heard voices
and foosteps and then Jim came through the door followed by a grim-looking
Steve.
	"Took you two long enough" Tony read their moods in a second.  Jim
looked cornered, silent and deadly pissed; Steve looked like he was trying
to hide major nervousness behind his usual gruff swagger.  Tony was going
to get to the bottom of this fast "you get lost or something?"
	"Naw, just nice and cool inside" Jim produced a gallon jug of water
almost sweating as much as he was "here."
	"Yeah finally" Larry and Tony circled around the two.  Tony could
not help but notice the exchange of looks between Larry and Steve.  Yeah he
was definitely going to get to the bottom of it "so who's turn again?"
	"I had my turn" Tony looked at Larry "ain't that right?"
	"Yeah he did it, ALL of it okay?" almost challenging Jim "so
Steve?"
	"Okay fine" tossing his paper cup "let's get this goin" and he sat
down at the nautilus "back huh?" resetting the pin at a lesser weight "that
should do it" daring Jim to rag amount the amount.  Tony noticed Jim kept
quiet.  He reached up and grabbed the bar, his broad back spreading out
like wings as he gave the bar a tug and down it came, his shoulders
responding to the workout by getting even bigger and wider.  Or maybe it
was the way he was sitting.  But he finished his ten with little problem
"Larry?"
	"Deal" and Larry was on the bench before Steve had a chance to wipe
up the sweat stains.  He plugged in his weight and gave the bar a yank.  He
struggled and strained and made a big deal of it but he completed his ten
and staggered to his feet "whew!"
	"Guess the break did you guys good huh?" Tony looked at Jim "your
turn huh?"
	"Yeah..." glaring at Steve "my turn."
	"Don't forget the pin there Jim" Tony was getting into this "you
guys keep him honest I gotta piss" and just like that he was through the
door leaving the three alone.
	"What the FUCK" Jim turned on Larry as soon as Tony was out of
earshot "what you pulling here Jensmull?"
	"Whatdya mean I'm pulling?"
	"Steve here says you want me to -- "
	"I'm thinking it's maybe a good idea your shoulder is acting up
again" Steve cut in "y'know, still sore from -- "
	"What are you two trying to pull?"
	"Maybe... I mean" Larry knew it all balanced on Jim's narcissism
versus his need to keep his image intact "all I'm thinking here is it'd be
a good idea not to let Tony lose any of these... and if he starts maybe you
need to lose first."
	"I can wipe the floor with his puny ass!"
	"Yeah Jim you can" Larry looked at Steve "we both know that,
everybody knows that.  But we need to find out how cool he is about this."
	"And you're the bait, got it?" Steve tried to look serious and
worried.
	"Ain't doing it!"
	"You sure Jim?" Larry shrugged "cause I sure don't wanna do
anything stupid with that tape okay?"
	"You FUCKER!" Jim was on his feet "you fuckin BLACKMAILING ME?"
	"Ain't like that Jimbo" Steve cut between them "we just gotta know
we're all on the same page here, we can trust each other y'know?"
	"How the fuck I'm supposed to trust somebody trying to blackmail my
ass?"
	"That's why we got to make sure Norton is cool about -- "
	"About what?" Tony acted like he had not been at the door
eavesdropping "cool about what?"
	"Nothing!" Jim spat "nothing at all -- hey, what's those?"
	"These..." Tony produced the pack of cards with a dramatic flourish
"are for the next forfeit I was thinking."
	"How's that?" Jim glared at Steve like this was all his idea.
	"Seems when somebody gotta do a penalty Jim here's the one who
decides what they gotta do -- "
	"Hey I don't always -- "
	"That's why I got the cards" Tony made a point of not looking at
Larry "this way it's all fair.  We cut the cards, high cards decides the
penalty for the poor fucker."
	"You ain't serious" Steve looked at Tony then Jim back and forth.
As nervous as he was, he was relieved that the musclehead was getting into
the spirit of the competition.  And he was betting there was no way things
could get as crazy as last week if Tony was involved, and using this card
stunt to keep a lid on things.  At least keep a lid on that drill sargeant
Jim!
	"Sounds fair" Larry added under his breath: for a change.
	"I don't know about... " Jim felt the shift away from him towards
Tony "I mean..."
	"My house my rules, right boys?"
	"Hey it's a good idea, we shoulda thought about this last -- "
	"Shut up Braersten!" Jim spun around fast.
	"What about...?" Tony took the cards out of the pack and shuffled
them "what about last...?"
	"Nothing, nothing at all" Jim took his spot on the bench again,
moving the pin down another step.
	"Hey you already did" Larry tried to warn him he had already done
that before.
	"Ain't mattering" Jim wide back spread out as he grabbed the bar,
his t-shirt threatening to rip at the shoulders.  He gave no indication of
having increased the weight by thirty and not fifteen; neither did he show
any indication of slowing down or faking his "pulled shoulder muscle" like
Larry and Steve suggested.  He tore through his set and got up like nothing
"okay?" glaring at Steve "your turn" looking at Tony.
	"Let's do it!" and for some reason he left the pin in the same slot
as Jim.  He took his wide grip and gave it a tug "fuck!" checking the
weight amount "too late now huh?" over his shoulder at Jim "no turning back
huh Jim?" and with a great deal of straining he got the first eight done
and then started to sag "fuck... fuck..." he grunted.
	"Forfeiting there buddy?" Jim smirked.  Nothing got his rocks off
like going head to head with the only guy he considered in his league,
going up against and beat this other musclehead, the only guy in his circle
he considered worth beating on his own terms "give up?"
	"Do it Tony you can do it!" Steve sided against Jim.
	"Damn!" and down came the bar for the last two "fuck that was
close.  I almost was the one gonna forfeit there" swinging to his feet
"okay Steve show'm how."
	"You two are nuts" Steve readjusted the weights back to his range,
then making a show of going to the next slot "have fun you two" and
proceeded to sail through his ten.
	"Okay I guess it's serious now huh guys?" Larry sat down, his broad
back to them "shit I forgot where I was" looking at the weight "oh yeah
that's right" and he left it at the same amount as Steve "right?"
	"Yeah we were about the same" Steve chimed in.
	"Okay one more after this right?" Larry looked at Jim who just
nodded grimly.  Larry knew shoulders would not be any problem for him, and
he might have not been increasing his amounts like he should but no one was
really paying attention to him.  It was the developing tense situation
between Tony and Jim for a change that was the focus instead.  Steve almost
looked relieved.
	Larry struggled and groaned through his set making it look like he
was going to fail but he finished and went for the water jug "whew!  Okay
Jim last set of shoulders" catching his eye "last! set" emphasizing the
word so Jim got his meaning.  When he thought he heard Jim swear under his
breath Larry hoped the message got through his thick skull.
	Jim took his seat looking like a condemned man.  He plugged in the
pin at the higher weight, knowing he would be able do it otherwise.  With a
certain amount of pain and effort but it could be done.  He gave the bar a
tug, feeling the fatigue in his shoulders and the worse pain in his gut.
Damn them, damn Larry for the tape, damn Norton for having to be here, and
damn Steve for what happened last week,
	"Fuck!" he yelled letting the weight drop after only six.
	"Do it Jimbo, do it!" Steve grunted smelling blood.
	"Fuck!" Jim yelled and tried for number seven but it did not happen
"fuck!"
	"You forfeiting there Jim?" from Tony.
	"Just take your damn turn okay?" and Jim gave up the seat in
defeat.
	"Let's hope I don't forfeit too huh?" but Tony gave it his all, his
back muscles now standing out in dramatic high relief, corded and flaring
like a relief map of mountains "shit that was fuckin grim" looking at the
amount "didn't think I could, being all flabby and out of shape."
	"But you did Tony" Steve took his spot, fearing he might slip up.
And yet he managed to finish even though the last two were sloppy enough
for someone to cry foul.  When it came Larry's turn he also finished his
with a few questionable pulls.
	"Okay okay boys" Tony got the cards "everyone gets one" looking at
Jim "except for you Larson, for obvious reasons."
	"I ain't worried" Jim looked at Steve "you guys know better" seeing
him take his card, his eyebrows giving it away.  Steve pulled something
high and his smirk only confirmed it.  Larry's noncommittal expression
suggested something average.  Tony's face told Jim he got garbage
	"Okay guys, show and tell" Tony looked right at Larry "show and
tell, right?"
	"Don't look at me" Larry threw down a five.
	"Sorry Jimbo" Steve beamed throwing down his queen "guess you ain't
happy I got -- "
	"Sorry Steve" and there was Tony's king "this one's mine."
	Larry bit his lip giving a fast glance to Steve.  Steve looked like
at Jim like "you're so off the hook" but then Tony gave a low satisfied
grunt and said,
	"So..." looking at Jim standing there his arms folded "this is how
I see it.  I get the feeling you three are keeping what happened last week
real hush-hush, huh?"
	"Nothing happened!" Jim snapped.
	"Maybe maybe not" Tony rubbed his itchy scalp, his muscles flexing
from the recent set "so here's my forfeit" keeping a steady gaze "either
you tell me what really happened last week -- "
	"Nothing happened!"
	"Or..." rubbing the sweat out of his eyes "or lose em" nodding at
Jim's workout clothes "I mean all of em Larson."
	"What?" from Larry loudest of all.  Of all the things he expected
to hear from Tony, this was not it.  Maybe he teased out too much line to
him before, maybe his allusions to what had happened were not subtle
enough, maybe Tony suspected at least one of them -- that means YOU LARRY!
-- was soft on the whole gay thing!  And Tony was going to get to the
bottom of it.  Larry wanted to crawl into the corner and disappear once he
heard that penalty.
	"You are so fuckin kidding!" Jim stood still, his big thick arms
not budging.
	"If you don't want to lose your clothes then what happened last
week?  You three do something illegal?" Tony hoped and prayed it was not
something that the bastard Connors might ever EVER get wind of.  Or maybe
just maybe THIS is what the big-dicked rapist chief of police was sniffing
around for?  Tony shuddered thinking he stumbled into something, and it was
his friends that were at the bottom of all of it.  But these three were too
clean -- and too stupid! -- to get involved with "those guys".
	"Fuck no!" Steve looked at Larry who would not meet his eyes.
	"Well then you got no reason not to spill.  So what happened there
Larson?"
	"I told you nothing!"
	"Ain't believing it.  Okay, your choice, count of three.  Either
spill or strip!  One!"
	"I ain't -- "
	"Two!"
	"You're nuts!"
	"Three!"
	Jim stood there like a rock not moving.
	"Okay guys, what happens if someone refuses their penalty?" Tony
looked at the rest of the group "then what?"
	"Never happened" Larry was so nervous "not last week anyway I
mean..." again he said too much.
	"So last week you never refused" Tony's lip curled in an evil smile
"and why I get the idea that stripping was far from the worst."
	"Fuck okay!" Jim decided it was time to cut his losses.  And maybe
throw Tony off the trail in the process.  He pulled his t-shirt over his
head, barely able to get it clear, it was clinging with all the sweat.  And
yeah he liked the way Tony's eyes roved all over his hard muscles.  Hell he
shaved his body sometimes just to make his muscles pop, make every cord and
vein stand out in dramatic relief.  Steve would probably lust after him
even if he was a fat slob like himself, and Larry... well, that boy had
dick-hound written all over him.  So the only challenge here was that Tony
stud, and getting him to drool over his bod made Jim the number one stud
with Tony a distant second.  With little hesitation Jim then pulled down
his shorts and jock and stepped out of them, naked except for his shoes.
He gave his big cut dick a yank or two trying to embarrass anyone caught
perving on his shaved crotch but the eyes on his tugging were making no
effect to look away "okay?  This is what happened last week okay?  We just
made Ste- I mean Larry here strip down naked is all okay?" glaring at Larry
daring him to contradict him "that's all okay Norton that's IT" nailing
Steve in his stare next "but these I'm keeping" pointing at his shoes "this
garage is too nasty for my feet."
	"Suite yourself suite yourself" Tony smirked.  Getting Jim to spill
the beans and show dick in his garage was better than he ever hoped.  Talk
about a gun to his head for a week at least!  Tony was happier than he'd
ever admit "okay Skinbo" he chuckled "as much as we could all stand around
all night getting all hot and google-eyed over your naked bod" waiting for
Steve and Larry to join the chucklefest "but we got work to do here."
	"Skinbo that's priceless" Steve tore his eyes off all that exposed
flesh "arms next right?"
	"No, it's bench press time" Jim found the straight barbell and with
Tony's helploaded it on the bench, starting at what looked like a murderous
amount of plates.  As soon as Jim noticed the attention directed towards
his naked body -- towards his hefty cock! -- diminish the slightest, he
went for his shorts to cover up fast.
	"Not so fast!" Tony grabbed his arm "who said you could get
dressed?"
	"Funny Norton" still trying to pull up his shorts.
	"Guys?"
	"What?" Steve liked the floor show but was not yet ready to admit
it in front of Tony.
	"Do we let Skinbo get dressed or leave him naked all night?"
	"I vote for the Skinbo show" Larry was not going to let his slight
advantage slip away.  He knew Tony was going to figure out his scene sooner
or later, and as long as all eyes were on Jim, they were off him.
	"Steve?" Tony hesitated with the weight.
	"I've seen it before" Steve lied "it ain't a bit deal" nodding at
Jim's crotch, getting the pissed reaction he expected.
	"Well I guess I get the deciding vote then" Tony did not want Jim's
next penalty simply to repeat the same one over and over "the shorts
stay... off!"
	"Yeah right."
	"Mean it, Skinbo" Tony was not going to let Jim wiggle out of this.
There was something nasty going on and he meant to get to the bottom of it
"lose the shorts."
	"You guys are total homos!" but Jim dropped the shorts.  Again "I
may be showing dick but I'm still gonna wipe your asses."
	"Y'mean instead of fuckin them?" Tony smirked again seeking the
response and again getting only nervous silence.  A nasty suspicion was
growing and he was going to flesh it out asap "hey relax it's a joke, okay
Skinbo?"
	"You better not forfeit or we'll see how much of a joke it is."
	"Bench presses are good n'all" their host sensed the tension in the
room increase by a factor of ten.  He made another mental note of that "but
I got one that'll separate the men from the boys" trying not to look at
Larry the youngest of their clique "EZ-curl pullovers."
	"Huh?" Steve suspected a rat.
	"Shit I haven't done those in ages" Jim swaggered his naked butt
over to the other barbell and replaced it on the bench.  He was loading it
when Tony joined him.
	"And to make it interesting" he adjusted the bench so in was angled
head downwards "decline pullovers Skinbo" looking at the amount of weight
he was loading "you sure about that?"
	"Sure as sure" he switched around so his head was at the lower end
where his legs had been before.  Tony spotted him lifting the curled
barbell out of the rack and putting in it Jim's sweating hands "watch and
weep boys" and just like that he swung the bar over his hand and then
behind him almost to the floor.  His chest and arms swelled up to double
their size as he swung it back up until it was over his chest.
	"One" Tony stayed where he was at Jim's ankles taking it all of
that nakedness.  It wasn't like he was getting off on it or anything, but
watching all that naked sweaty flesh, all those pumped floor-show muscles
ripping and filling was something he found himself enjoying.  He knew how
much effort and outright agony Jim put into getting himself to look like
that.  And having him lying there below him like that, all vulnerable and
naked began to work its way under Tony's thick dark skin somehow.  Jim was
shaking and sweating but he swung up number ten and Tony grabbed the bar
from him and re-racked it.
	"Very impressive Skinbo total package" he grabbed a towel to wipe
down the smeared bench.  He remembered the problem of naked workouts then;
it ended up being a real sloppy mess "now my turn right?" looking at anyone
to contradict him.  He swung his half-naked body onto the still-warm bench
and brought his arms up so someone could hand him the barbell.  It turned
out to be Larry of all people.  And when he continued to stand between
Tony's knees his eyes all over that hot olive body, well that was not what
he expected.  Tony started with a reasonable weight, close enough to Jim's
not to look like he was cheating and not so much that he would be in
trouble in another set or two.  His thick corded arms swung back and
forward time and time again, his smooth muscled chest bulging with each
lift.  Bulging almost as much as Larry's eyes on his body, Tony noticed.
Not that he was worried; he knew how good he looked and he had to admit he
got off on the attention almost as much as Jim.  Almost but a distant
second, he chuckled as finished his set, the sweat streaking off his
rippling body "there!" swinging the bar forward getting Larry out of his
stupor.  He leaned forward and grabbed it, re-racking it as his thighs made
contact with Tony's legs.  It was hard not to notice the blush spread over
his pale face and thick neck.
	"Okay Bearbreath" Jim threw his towel at Tony trying to distract
him "it's your turn as soon as Norton here finishes his nap."
	"Real funny Skinbo" Tony got up and wiped down the slippery bench
"Steve's turn huh?"
	"Yeah Steve's turn" Steve gave his big hairy arms a few swings to
loosen them up then tumbled down onto the bench.
	"Spot ya?" Larry volunteered.
	"I'll do it" Jim interrupted "beside Bearbreath here can't get
enough of all this" waving down his front "right Numbnutts?"
	"You wish" Steve raised his thick arms as Jim lifted the barbell
into his sweaty hands.
	"Careful there Numbnutts" Jim suddenly decided his pubes were itchy
"you don't want those slipping right?" but Steve was staring at the ceiling
of the garage, not at Jim scratching his crotch.  He grunted and swore and
moaned but he managed to finish his ten with mininal drama.
	"Fuck that's not as easy as..." Steve sat up as Jim racked the bar
for him, still scratching himself "got a problem there?  Those crabs back
again?"
	"Yeah right."
	"You gotta have sex to have crabs" Tony smirked "and Skinbo only
been having sex with the mirror, right?"
	"Fuck you both" he looked at Larry and thumbed at the bench "me and
Diane are real -- "
	"Thought she was -- "
	"Y'thought wrong then" seeing Larry still blushing "c'mon Jismboy
quit stalling.  We're all waiting for ya" returning to his position "I'll
even spot ya."
	"Real pal there aren't ya Jim?" Tony could not help but notice Jim
was just taunting Larry.  And a good idea why became obvious when Larry
leaned back, a sizeable bulge stretching the front of his shorts "quit
jerking Jensmull around."
	"He'd like that, wouldn't ya bud?" Jim lifted the bar before Larry
had a chance to recover.  Larry grabbed the bar and swung it back over his
head, forgetting he never had a chance to reduce the weight.  The bar went
backwards and with a loud clang slipped from his sweaty grip onto the
floor.
	"Hey!" Tony yelled at the bang "what?"
	"It slipped!" Larry sat up "I never -- "
	"That was fucked up Jim" Steve came over "he never had a chance to
fix the amount.  That one doesn't count!"
	"Trying to crack the cement there, Lar?" Tony started removing
weights "so how much...?"
	"Take twenty off" Larry looked at both of then expecting the shit
to start.  But Tony was acting cool and Jim was almost helpful as they
tuggged some of the weights off.
	"How's that?" Jim gave the barbell a test tug.
	"Fine" Larry was too rattled to argue.  He took the bar from Jim's
grip, doing everything to keep his eyes off all that nakedness down by his
knees.  He did all he could to ignore Jim's scratching himself not more
than a foot away from his own overheating crotch.  He even closed his eyes
to keep that image from distracting him but too late.  It had already
burned itself into his brain.  He got four and then five lifts done before
the slippery bar slipped from his sweaty hands with another loud bang!
	"Hey!" Tony came over "watch it already!"
	"Lemme do it I can do it" Larry yelled knowing he could not.
	"Looks like a big fat forfeit for Jismboy here" Jim went around
Larry to retrieve the barbell, brushing his cock against his shoulder as he
did "you forfeiting there Lar?"
	"No!"
	"I don't think you're gonna finish there Larry" and now Steve was
weighing in against him as well "that was not even close to ten."
	"I can do it!"
	"Don't think so, don't think so" Tony went over and retrieved the
cards "guys?" taking one.
	"No fair, the bar just slipped!"
	"Twice Larry?" Steve took a card also.
	"C'mon guys cut me some slack here!"
	"Whatdya think guys?" Jim took his card and the beam from his face
was enough to give Larry goosebumps.
	"What we got?" Tony looked at Steve.
	"Big six here" Steve threw in his card.
	"Read it and weep Jismboy" Jim's Jack came flying down.
	"Or even better" and there was an Ace of Diamonds from Tony "so..."
	"No fair we didn't even finish yet!" Larry looked at the hose
hoping he would see how premature this all way "we still got -- "
	"Okay Larry it's like this" Tony wiped himself down with his towel,
watching Larry's eyes closely "yeah you're right we still got one -- no two
-- more curls sets to do, but I ain't betting you are gonna finish them any
better'n this one, am I right Larry?"
	"But it slipped!" Larry wanted to say: and Jim here was distracting
me!
	"Who says the next ones won't too huh?" Tony scratched his two-day
goatee "so here's the deal.  Either you take a penalty from me, or...?"
	"Or what?" Jim smelled blood.
	"Yeah what?" Larry tried to keep his eyes off Jim standing so close
to him he could feel the heat pouring off his nakedness.
	"Or..." Tony's eyes darted between him and Jim "or, the next time
you don't do all ten -- and Lar I don't think you will, not with the
increasing weight -- "
	"Shit" Larry had not been thinking about that.
	"So take my penalty or mess up next time and we cut the cards again
and somebody else" looking right at Jim "might come up with an even worse
penalty, something like last week."
	"What about last week?" Steve got nervous fast "you don't even know
what -- "
	"So Larry what's it gonna be?"
	"Fuck..." Larry looked at Steve like he ratted him out "fine okay,
you win."
	"Of course I win" his thick dark chest swelled out even more "my
house my rules, right?  So here's the deal.  Like Steve-O said I don't know
what really went down last week so either you tell us now or -- "
	"Nothing happened!"
	"Or..." Tony rubbed his chest stubble"or like I warned ya Larry,
next time would be nastier so...  now it's the same dress code for you as"
nodding at Jim's bareass state.
	"NO!"
	"Well then..." Tony was staring at Jim then "what the fuck happened
last week?"
	"Nothing!"
	"Okay then Jensmull" Tony was making progress and it was getting to
be a major rush for him "either lose the clothes -- all of them this time
-- or wait til next round and you know it's gonna be worse.  A lot worse,
right?" looking at Steve next.
	"Do it Lar, he's right" Steve sold him out "I really don't think
Norton's gonna..."
	"Gonna what?" Tony lowered his voice.
	"Gonna be freaked out if" Steve saw the look on Larry's face
"if.. y'know... I mean another dude's flashing dick in his garage okay?"
	"Fuck this, I mean nothing happened okay?" Larry knew Tony was
right.  If he hadn't let the bar slip, Jim was supposed to fuck up the next
round and then things were gonna get real interesting.  He could not shake
that haunting image of Jim and Steve trading handjobs last week and could
only imagine Tony's reaction to something like that.  To make matters worse
the image of Jim and Tony! trading handjobs formed in his head and that
made it even worse.  He regretted the daydream as soon as he stood up,
trying to hide the bulge in his shorts "can I wait a couple of seconds to
-- "
	"It ain't going down anytime soon Larry" Tony shook his head "and
like Steve says, I really don't give a shit.  Fuck, if the worse we gotta
worry about is somebody boning then -- "
	"C'mon guys!" Larry swore he would get back at them, especially
Jim.  He knew Steve warned him and Larry would have had Jim doing things
that would have made Tony freak out by now had he not pulled the card trick
out of nowhere.  He stood there feeling all eyes on his crotch and before
he could think of another excuse he tugged them down, his jock in the
process, and there was his more than his half-hard cock for all to see.
Unlike Jim's perfect cock and shaved crotch, his forest of pale pubes was
intact but not enough to hide the fact his cock was thickening and more
than half-way horizontal.  His head was starting to redden and swell and
knowing all eyes were on him, and knowing his little "secret" was now out
in the open only made that thick slab of cut meat raise up more "it happens
at the weirdest times, okay?"
	"Looking good there Jensmull" Tony laughed "see?  Nothin to be
ashamed of" acting very cool but scrutinizing Jim's reaction.  Equal parts
smugness and nervousness rolled into one contradictorily rattled package
"okay Skinbo, load'm up."
	"Thought we were never gonna get lifting" he threw one an
additional ten "just stand around perving on Jismboy and his boner" waiting
for the laugh.  But it was almost silent as he slid onto the bench "Steve
why don't you spot me" looking at Larry's crotch "I don't want that thing
poking me during my set, right Lar?"
	"Fuck you" but Larry's hand over his crotch did little to hide his
excitement watching Jim spread out on the bench again.
	"Fine" Steve stepped over and lifted the heavier bar into Jim's
hands "careful there Jimbo.  It's a lot heavier than last time."
	"I can handle it!"
	"Don't forget about that shoulder" Steve tried not to overemphasize
the word "remember what you said about it aching you from -- "
	"I remember okay?" Jim snarled and bent the bar back behind his
head, balancing the increased weight.  He got through eight of them, his
shoulders rested from the long break.  But the last two were a bitch and
when he tossed the bar back into Steve's hands he was burning "okay?"
glaring at Steve "okay?"
	"You sure you wanna be...?"
	"Norton!" Jim got off the bench "your turn okay?"
	"Yeah fine" checking the weights "we'll just leave'm there" and
with some effort he took the barbell from Jim and grunted and groaned his
way through his ten "fuck!" as Jim racked the bar "who's idea was this?"
	"Yours okay?" Jim looked at Steve "let's go Numbnutts, time's a
wasting here."
	"Shit" he lowered himself onto the sweat-slick bench "almost feel a
little overdressed here" his t-shirt soaking up the sweat of the last two
or three guys "but I'm gonna" Jim lowered the weight into his sweaty hands
"stay... that... way" realizing he did not bother changing the weight
amount.  He knew it was more than he wanted by some pounds, but he was not
worried about the next set because Jim was supposed to throw it like
planned.  So he put all of his last strength into completing all ten,
knowing he could not repeat it "fuck!" as Jim took the bar "that's a
bitch!"
	"Ain't it?" Jim looked at Larry "well Jismboy what you wanna do?
The last set or another forfeit?" curling his lip.
	"I'll do it okay?" Larry made sure to lower the weight and wiped
the bench and the bar real good "okay?" and there was Jim spotting him
again.  Except this time the crotch-scratching did not distract him,
Larry's eyes shut tight with concentration.  Having a dry bench and a tight
grip on the barbell made the difference.  Even with the increased weight
Larry managed to bomb his way through the first eight.  Knowing these guys
might want to impose a second penalty, one he could not afford! he let the
bar rest over his chest a few second, long enough to finish the last two,
his arms shaking but every muscle in his already big shoulders popping out
like crazy.
	"Shit Larry didn't think you'd do it" Tony helped him off the bench
and threw on his additional weight, knowing he had to do it.  It was not
his best exercise and he was already feeling sore from the three week break
but failing was not an option.  He spread himself on the bench "Larry stay
put you can spot me."
	"But..."
	"Don't think a guy boning over my bod is enough to distract me,
okay?"
	"Fuck..." Larry looked at Steve with a befuddled look on his face.
Steve only shrugged.  Jim had his ever-present smirk.  A worried smirk but
still a smirk.
	"Be a pal Larry" Tony lay flat his hands reaching out.  Jim came
around and lifted the bar for him, uncovering his crotch in the process.
Tony's eyes went right that thick dick bobbing between his knees.  And they
returned to that sight every time he leaned forward.  The growing
expression on Larry's face, and the constant pumping of blood to that
sausage was enough to distract Tony from the agony in his shoulders and
arms as he powered through his ten "fuck!  That was a killer!  Thought my
arms were gonna break off!"
	"But they didn't Tony" Steve looked at Jim "remember about your..."
	"Just shut up Bearbreath" Jim waited two seconds for Tony to free
the bench and he was on his back, his balls and cock flopping to his thigh
"somebody spot me."
	"Go on Larry do the honors" Tony smiled "Jim here really gets hot
over guys boning on his bod, right Skinbo?"
	"Fuck you too" seeing a conspiracy forming against him.  Like he
was the one sporting wood all homo like, instead of that big lunk Larry.
And Steve threatening him and all.  Shit if he just had that damn tape he
would not have to be sweating this.  And that tape was hanging over his
head like a giant buzzsaw.  He feared he had to go through with this either
way "okay Norton watch and learn" and he took the barbell from Larry's
shaking grip and swung it backwards, using his back as much as his
shoulders.  If they wanted to deduct points for form let them try, he
thought.  He made it through six of them before he dared to look at Larry
again.  As he thought the asshole was full-out hardcore boned, his cockhead
red and shiny.  Jim swore under his breath but deep down really enjoying
knowing he had that effect on anybody, especially another guy.  Especially
another cop!  He rested a second for number seven and then he felt it;
something wet landed on his right thigh and he freaked!
	"Hey!" he jerked, the bar slipping from his grip "whatthefuck?!?"
	"Shit" Larry looked down and realized too late he was dripping
"fuck, I mean -- "
	"You fuckin SLIMED ON MY LEG?!" Jim sat up trying to pull away from
him "whattheFUCK LAR!"
	"I'm sorry hey I mean" grabbing a towel and trying to wipe himself.
	"Hey don't use my towel for your fucking cumrag" Jim yanked it away
from him and threw it in the corner "damnit Jensmull that's fuckin gross!"
	"Only eight there Skinbo, only eight" Tony interrupted "and don't
think Larry there getting all overexcited is gonna get you off the hook."
	"No fucking way!" Jim got off the bench "I can finish, only got two
more."
	"You dropped the bar, just like Lar here did.  And you called that
a forfeit for him so I'm calling this a forfeit on you.  Steve?"
	"Steve!" Jim turned on him "don't you fuckin dare!  You know I
didn't -- "
	"You didn't, that's right" Tony picked up the cards "I call a
forfeit, you too Steve?" who only nodded "how about you Larry?  You think
Jim here should -- "
	"Careful Jismboy" Jim glared at him "you got a lot more t'lose here
than..."
	"Yeah, me too" Larry knew he was right, but if Jim was not going to
go along with the plan then this called for desparate actions "cut the
cards."
	"You're so gonna regret this" Jim hissed.
	"Too late for that, right?" giving his cock a quick shake "not much
I'm hiding here, right?" and he took a card.  When he saw it he almost shit
a brick.
	"C'mon you guys this is not even fair!" Jim looked around the room
"this is fucked up!"
	"Steve?" and he took a card next.
	"Leaving me for last" Tony took his card, his eyebrows dancing
"well?"
	"My lucky day" Larry's card flew down.  A King of Hearts!
	"I never get any fun" Steve moaned, throwing down Jack of Spades.
	"Guess we got a problem here" Tony's King of Clubs joined the pile
"Larry looks like we tied.  Ideas?"
	"Yeah several" looking at Steve "you got any?"
	"Look this is between you two" Steve sat down chugging some water,
the fan inches from his chest.
	"Hey don't I get a say here?" Jim grabbed another water.
	"Sure ya do sure ya do Skinbo" Tony almost rubbed his hands
together "you can start by saying what you guys are really hiding about
last week.  Judging by Larry's reaction over there, my guess is something a
whole lot kinkier happened, am I right?  Or was it something you really
don't want the chief knowing about?"
	"Nothing... fucking... happened" Jim glared at each of them in turn
"how many times...?"
	"Okay Larry, give him your worst.  He is just not being
cooperative" Tony shrugged.
	"Uh... I mean..." Larry could see Tony was not going to rest until
he pulled it out of these guys.  And in the meantime he had Jim at his
mercy "okay... my penalty right?"
	"Wait a minute" Jim felt very naked suddenly.
	"This is something a whole lot nastier than anything we even
thought of last week" Larry hoped this would work "to put your suspicions
to rest" he crouched down and undid the lace from his right shoe.
	"What the hell you... don't even THINK about it!" Jim shouted.
	"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Tony chuckled "you are one sick
fuck, y'know that Jensmull?" he took the lace from him and went over to Jim
"remember I also call a penalty.  So here's the deal.  Either I put this on
or you do.  And if I do, you won't be making any babies for a long time
Skinbo, got it?"
	"You wouldn't fuckin dare!"
	"Up to you up to you" swinging the lace in the air "well?"
	"Gimme that, asshole" snatching it from his hand, Jim took the lace
glaring at Larry "you're dead Jensmull you are dead."
	"Hey I'm the one you gotta reckon with here okay Skinbo?"
	"Stop calling me that."
	"So tie up those boys like a real nice present like a pretty
birthday package, do it... Jim."
	"You all all a bunch of sick fucks" Jim made a loop around his cock
and balls and then looped it two more times for good measure "this is so
gay."
	"You call that tight?" Larry came over to inspect the damage
"that's not -- "
	"Larry what do you think?  Come here and get a good look, this is
your penalty too y'know."
	"Well..." Larry already pushed this farther than he ever thought it
would go.  Would he push it more?  He knew they did not have a lot more
time to burn "well, not really."
	"Don't even think about touching my junk!" Jim glared.
	"Then do it yourself, and do it right" Larry wanted this so bad he
could almost taste it "it's gotta go around your balls separate, then your
cock separate, y'know like..."
	"Forget it!  This is sick enough like this" Jim argued, but knowing
how good his genitals felt already.  He had not tied himself up like this
in a long time and forgot how it felt, sick but hot.
	"You do it like Larry says or I will" Tony almost smiled at Larry.
	"You too, knock it off both of you!" Jim's sweaty hands untied the
knots then unlooped the shoelace once, giving him enough to wrap around the
base of his balls twice.  All this attention was starting to have the
effect that homo Larry intended.  Before his cock started plumping anymore
he had the base wrapped a few times and the ends retied "you cocksuckers
enjoying this I can tell."
	"Not half as much as you Jim" Tony smiled "your cock is sure
enjoying the attention."
	"At least I got an excuse, unlike Jismboy here" Jim felt himself
getting hard "shit Lar don't that thing ever go down?"
	"He's having too much fun right now" Tony gave him a punch "right?"
	"Enough of this perv shit" Jim looked at Steve "don't think we
forgot about you.  Load'm up Bearbreath."
	"Thought you'd never ask" Larry adjusted the amount and took the
bench "and I want birthday boy here spotting me."
	"Fuck you!"
	"I'll spot ya" Tony took the place and lifted the barbell into
Steve's hands "y'sure about that amount there Steve?  Seems like a hellova
lot more'n last time."
	"I'm sure" Steve grunted, now second-guessing himself.  Had he
taken off enough?  He started his set and his shoulders started screaming
"fuck..."
	"Seems like an awful lot there Steve" Tony kept at him "you wanna
take a break and -- "
	"No!" he finished number six wanting to rest
"I... can... do... this..." but his shoulders were not agreeing.  He made
it to eight and just lay there, unable to raise his arms.
	"C'mon big guy, you can do this" Tony murmured "you don't want
Skinbo there beating you."
	"Fuck!" Steve made it half-way up and then his arms gave out.  This
time Tony was there to catch the barbell before it hit his precious
concrete floor again.
	"Fuckin big fat forfeit!" Jim was all over it "yeah Numbnutts,
payback time!"
	"Wait, he didn't I mean..." Larry wanted something else here.
Something like more humiliation for Jim.
	"Where are those cards Norton?" Jim already found them "and this
time I cut them!"
	"What?  You think I was cheating?"
	"Take a card damnit" Jim already had his.  He almost pissed
himself.
	"C'mon guys..." Steve looked at Larry "c'mon..."
	"Don't worry" Larry grabbed his card and nodded.
	"See?" Tony picked his card and held it up.  A Seven of Spades "not
like I'm cheating here."
	"He didn't cheat" Larry threw down his King of Diamonds "okay?"
	"Tough break Larry, even tougher break Bearbreath" and there was
Jim's Ace of Clubs "Larry you are so gonna not like this one.  But I think
Norton here is."
	"What's that mean?" from both of them.
	"Okay, mister straight Italian stallion married musclehead" Jim
taunted "for someone all straight and everything you are sure as fuck
interested in what we did or did not do last week admit it."
	"Of course I want to know if -- "
	"And for someone who's all y'know... married and hetero and kids
n'all, here you are with a garageful of naked guys... kinda sick if you ask
me Norton.  Kinda makes a guy wonder y'know?"
	"Hey it's a game okay?  Not like this is some sex orgy or shit."
	"Just a game huh?"
	"Yeah only a game.  Besides" turning to Steve "it's your penalty
not mine.  I ain't the one on the hotseat here."
	"So let's see how straight your really are, mister garage full of
horned up guys!  Okay Steve after last week this should be no problem for
you, besides I had my suspicions about you for a long time.  And Jensmull
there's got homo written all over him -- "
	"HEY! Watch it!" from several directions.
	"I get to decide the penalty so here it is.  Let's see Bearbreath
here swing on that musclehead dick of your for -- "
	"WHAT!?!" the garage erupted in shouts they could have heard across
the street.  Larry and Tony started screaming; only Larry sat in the corner
too freaked to speak.
	"For three fucking minutes.  And if you don't get hard Norton, then
I'll believe you are one hundred percent straight."
	"You are fucking outa your mind!" Tony was up and in Jim's face "if
you think -- "
	"Turning down a blowjob?  You're not only perv you got rocks for
brains!"
	"It ain't happening.  This is Steve's penalty not -- "
	"If it was yours, you'd be on your knees, okay got it?"
	"I ain't going to do this" Steve broke between them "no way I'm
going down on some guy's cock!"
	"Larry?" Jim played his trump card "don't you wanna see Numbnutts
here finally get to blow a dude?"
	"Hey leave me outa this."
	"Leave you outa this?" Jim snapped "fuck that, you're the little
sicko with the tape!"
	"What tape?" Tony's voice was calm and even.  Because he knew he
had them now "what tape is that Larry?"
	"Shit" from both Jim and Steve.
	"What tape Larry?"
	"Nothing, he's bullshitting you."
	"Steve?" Tony saw the pressure point and decided to squeeze "maybe
you know what Jim here is talking about?"
	"I... um..."
	"Steve?  Like I been saying all night with you boneheads, either
you fess up about last week or..."
	"Or it's penalty time in Bearbreath Land" Jim needed to shift the
topic fast "do it goddamnit.  It's only three minutes!"
	"Three minutes?  Of sucking off a guy?" Steve felt like Larry
looked.  Cornered and completely exposed.
	"Or we all have a long talk about you guys making what?  A sex tape
last week?  That's it isn't it?"
	"We didn't do no goddamn -- "
	"Steve you do the penalty or maybe I start making some inquiries --
and y'know I gotta a bad hunch Connors gonna get wind of it SO fast" Tony
glared at Jim "I know I can suffer three minutes of some dude on my dick if
it means..."
	"You heard the man Numbnutts" Jim felt the noose around his neck
loosen by a few millimeters.  And the shoelace around his balls tighten by
a greater amount "on your knees Braersten.  Do it!"
	"It's all your fault" Steve looked at Larry.
	"Don't blame the kid" Tony stood up in front of Steve, taking note
of the comment "you all should have known better" hooking his thumbs in his
waistband "well?"
	"Oh one more thing" Jim wanted to make the humiliation complete "we
got a dresscode here."
	"Huh?"
	"He means these" Tony tugged at the neckband of Steve's t-shirt
"you talking naked?"
	"Yeah I'm talking naked" Jim stared at Steve "for starters.  Okay
Steve three minutes.  Starting now" he went and retrieved his cellphone
from his gymbag "now!"
	"Hey! No pictures!" Tony jumped away from Steve, almost saying: no
more pictures "I mean it."
	"Of course not!" Jim shot Larry the slightest of looks.
	"I can't believe this" Steve got to his knees like a wounded
buffalo.
	"The clothes Steve-O, the clothes."
	"Fuck..." Steve pulled the soggy t-shirt over his head, his
gigantic hairy chest and back sweaty and flushed.  He started to struggle
to his feet.
	"Stay kneeling, just drop the shorts to your knees.  We'll get the
idea soon enough" Jim gave himself a tug when no one was looking.  So he
was hardening fast, big deal.  Like his curving boner was the least of
their worries now.
	Steve pulled his shorts and boxers down past his thick glutes then
with a great display of disgust all the way to his knees, his thick fat
uncut cock and hairy bull balls exposed for all to see.
	"Yeah we seen them before, you got something to do now.  Do it!"
	Steve looked up at Tony expecting him to be snearing or laughing.
But he had a hard determined look on his face.  And he was making no effort
to pull down his shorts.  He was forcing Steve to do the nasty deed
himself.  Steve had not planned on this tonight.  If they were going to
sound out Tony's feelings on any of their previous fuck-ups it was not
supposed to happen with him sucking Tony's dick!  Somehow their plans to
humiliate Jim in front of Tony once and for all was turning into a major
disaster.  But maybe once Steve pretended to go along with this, Tony would
call a halt to this and that would be the end of that and they could all go
back to a normal Wednesday evening.  But first Steve had to call Tony's
bluff.
	Steve gave Jim one last look, seeing him actually toying with that
engorged red hardon and knew he would not stop this.  Steve tucked his
fingers under Tony's waistband praying he would stop him.  Instead he felt
those smooth hard abs and then before anyone could stop him he slid them
down.  Tony's crotch was shaved as smooth as his head, his five inches of
cut italian sausage hanging outwards from his tight brown balls.  He took
the cock in his hand and started giving it a couple of tugs.  Tony was
frozen like a statue!
	"No handsjobs, suck on it Bearbreath.  Use your mouth.  Timing this
as soon as those fucklips hit that dick.  Do it!"
	Steve closed his eyes and leaned forward, the crotch smell hitting
him fast.  His lips found the tip of that spongy head and before he knew it
he was swallowing several inches of it.  Any hope of intervention was now
catastrophically gone.
	"Fuckin cannot believe it!" Jim started stroking himself, past the
point of caring "Steve sucking cock!  Finally!" and Steve continued to move
his mouth up and down that long fleshy shaft.  And that's when he felt it
happening; the tube started to swell and lengthen against his tongue,
approaching the back of his throat each time Steve sunk down lower and
lower on that hardening cock.
	"One minute" Jim called stepping closer to the two "let's see if
that cock is still soft.  Pull back Steve."
	Steve leaned back and there was Tony's cock red and shiny and
almost horizonal, the head red and swollen, almost the entire length slick
with Steve's spit.
	"Yeah, mister straight married musclehead is enjoying a blowjob,
just like I suspected" grabbing the back of Steve's head "okay two more
minutes Bearbreath.  At this rate let's see if mister straight musclehead
here don't blow his load!"
	"No!" Steve choked at the thought.
	"I ain't cumming from this" Tony lied.
	"Like you weren't gonna go hard, yeah right.  Two minutes Steve do
it!"
	Steve's mouth was back on that cock faster than even Jim would have
suspected.  He was really going to town, even his hands were getting into
it, rubbing those shaved balls, tugging at the base of that dick now
curving upwards as Tony started feeling something like the beginning of an
orgasm, too many recent and not too recent memories of mouths on cocks
emerging from the distant shadows.  And Jim was openly jacking himself onto
Steve's hairy shoulder, all but ignoring Larry next to him secretly doing
the same.  They were all focusing on Tony starting to buck his hips into
Steve's gagging mouth too distracted to notice when,
	"Hey dad, mom's on the... WHAT... THE!" and there was Tony's son
Rich at the door looking like he was going to freak!
	"FUCK!" Tony wheeled around, his hard red cock shiny and ready to
pop "Richard get outa here!"
	"Dad...?"
	"I mean it!" he was at the door pushing him through, slamming it in
the process "fuck fuck fuck fuck" he yelled grabbing his shorts and tanktop
from the floor "you guys better leave.  Now!" and he was gone through the
door dressing as he went.
	"Lemme go talk to him" Jim started before Steve grabbed him.
	"Not the best idea, not now."
	"I can talk to him okay?"
	"We need to let him cool down okay?"  Steve was getting dressed
almost a fast as Jim.  But Jim's pace was steady and methodical while
Steve's was hurried and sloppy.
	"Man oh man Bearbreath" Jim shook his head "or should that be
Bonebreath now..."
	"Hey Jim cut'm some slack okay?" Larry was getting dressed like the
building was not on fire.
	"I never thought I'd live to see the day... Steve-O here on his
knees eating dick."
	"We don't gotta..."
	"That was worth a month's salary all by itself" Jim finished
dressing "talk about a real eye-opener wow" looking around the room for
anything else.  He grabbed his gymbag then Steve said,
	"Walk me to my car" and like that he opened the garage door making
sure everyone was decent.  The two slipped away leaving Larry to look
around the disaster zone.
	Larry gathered the last of his clothes and his gymbag thinking he
was forgetting something.  He thought it might earn some points --
something he needed desparately at this crisis point -- maybe straightening
up a bit for Tony.  He gathered all the towels into a pile when he found
Jim's cellphone half-buried on the floor.  And of course he checked the
photo gallery and sure enough there it was: a pic of Steve on his knees his
face buried in Tony's crotch!  Tony's face was out of the frame and Steve
had his back to the camera but it was still one damning image.  Before he
stopped to think about it Larry emailed a copy to his email address then
stuffed it into his pocket.
	"What the fuck you still doing here?" a fully-clothed Tony
materialized at the kitchen door looking beyond pissed.
	"Just y'know cleaning up a bit for you is all, thought -- "
	"Just leave Jensmull.  Leave!"
	"Okay, talk to you tomorrow" and Larry headed down the driveway not
turning around to see the expression on Tony's face, but feeling the deadly
enraged daggers burning into the back of his skull raising goosebumps in
the hot evening air.  He was to the street and several yards down the
sidewalk when he heard fast footsteps gaining behind him.  He turned and
braced for the coming fight when he heard,
	"Hey wait up a sec" and there was Tony's son trotting after him
"hold up a sec."
	"What?" Larry squared off, his fists already balled "whatdya want?"
	"Hold up a sec okay?" the kid stopped just out of arms reach, his
face beet red and panting more than the short distance merited
"it's... uh.. Larry right?" holding out his hand.
	"Yeah, Larry" and he surprised himself by reaching out his own hand
"so what's up?"
	"I uh... I mean..."
	"You must be pissed about that?" thumbing back to the house "Pissed
or freaked or both huh?  I mean that's not something no kid should see if
you know..."
	"No, shit!" he swore shaking his head "hey I'm not the one pissed.
Shit I've never seen my dad lose it like that, wow is he pissed."
	"He ain't pissed at you okay?  You ain't the one did anything
wrong" Larry cocked his head trying to fit the family profile to the kid's
appearance.  Only someone who knew them both could tell he was his father's
son.  Where Tony was all southern Mediterranean looking, the son was more
northern appearing, a reddish complexion, his hair somewhere between light
brown and almost auburn.  But that build was definitely from his father's
side of the family, as was that square jaw "why the hell you -- "
	"Mom was on the phone and she had to talk to -- "
	"At that exact moment?" Larry relaxed by a few degrees "that was so
not something a kid like you -- "
	"Fuck no kidding -- I mean sorry about -- shit I mean -- "
	"A real filthy mouth y'got on you kid I mean... I don't even know
your name..."
	"Rich okay?" extending his hand again.  And with a small chuckle
Larry shook it again,
	"Okay... Rich..." giving him a close inspection "so whatdya want, I
mean your dad know you're -- "
	"Fuck no! I mean no... I mean..."
	"So what's up?" Larry could smell the kid's nervousness for where
he stood "why you coming after me if not to beat me up?" trying to get a
laugh from the kid but Rich just stood there looking nervous, staring at
this feet.
	"Fuck no -- I mean no not that, I mean..."
	"What do you mean?"
	"I was just... y'know thinking... I mean if you don't think it's
too weird or anything, if..."
	"What's too weird?"
	"I mean... uh y'know like if y'want sometime if you.. maybe... you
and me might kinda... y'know... work out like together some time?" almost
choking on himself getting that last part out.
	"Huh?"
	"I mean... if that's too weird n'all, if maybe y'know..."
	"Me?" Larry looked down at himself "why me?  Why not your dad or
your buds or -- "
	"Summer" like that was an explanation.
	"Say what?"
	"The summer.  My posse y'know they're all scattered for the
summer..." the beet red returning.  Larry scrutinized the kid getting a
better idea of the kid's head forming.
	"So what about your dad?  He's a lot better -- "
	"Yeah right" shrugging "he's got enough to worry about."
	"Like?"
	"Like my mom for one.  And work."
	Larry thought he should play his hunch.  He put on hand on the
kid's muscled shoulder "sure I don't mind, if..."
	"Really?" the kid almost swallowed his tongue "really?  Like how
about Friday night after work?"
	"Friday night?" noticing the kid, Rich? was not in a big hurry to
move his shoulder from Larry's paw "ain't that still date night around this
town?  I'm sure your girlfriend would be super pissed if..."
	"Summer remember?" Rich bit his lip "like the rest of them.
Vacations and all..."
	"Why aren't you vacationing with them?" he almost said: with her?
	"Dad can't afford it, not with what's been happening at -- "
	"You don't gotta tell me, remember?  I got the same problems with
cutbacks okay?"
	"Sorry" Rich lifted his gaze "so serious?  Friday night?  For
real?"
	"Sure I guess" rubbing his thick middle "guess a regular workout
night to make up for the fucked-up fiasco tonight -- I mean that would be
good I guess."
	"Same here" Rich rubbed his perfect stomach, not an ounce of fat on
his young fit frame.
	"So call me okay?" Larry gave the details of his phone number as
Rich plugged it into his cell.
	"Cool thanks."
	"You better get back there."
	"Like I'm in a big hurry" Rich nodded at his house "to get back
there.  Dad's so threatening t'kill me."
	"Kill you?  Are you kidding me?"
	"He is totally crazy pissed, okay?"
	"But not at YOU, okay?"  Larry looked at him "c'mon he's not pissed
at you you're like the last person he can be pissed at right now!"
	"Huh?"
	"Rich geez!  You so got him by the shorthairs, you understand that,
right?"
	"How's that?"
	"Can't you see you are so holding the ace here" seeing the panic on
the kid's face "not like you would but..."
	"You saying what?  Blackmail him or shit?"
	"Fuck no" Larry chuckled "sorry, swearing in front of a kid I
should not -- "
	"Hey I'm eighteen okay?" yeah Larry was seeing it right.  The kid
was recently graduated, all his friends -- including his girlfriend -- had
taken off, leaving the kid bored and a bit lonely.
	"Sorry okay but seriously, your dad so cannot afford to be pissed
at you.  I mean right now the last thing he wants is your mom -- "
	"My mom?  Shit she would fuckin -- sorry -- she would so go
completely postal if..."
	"That's why your dad hasta have a hands-off policy with you and --
"
	"She so cannot find out, they're already always fighting I mean..."
	"None of my business" Larry shrugged his thick shoulders "but I'm
just saying you really are not the one who should be shitting bricks --
sorry, I mean worrying right now okay?  But right now you better get back
there before your dad..."
	"Yeah, okay I'll call you okay?"
	"Okay see ya" and Larry started for his car, wagering the kid would
never call him.  Still it would be the weirdest postscript to one of the
weirdest most impossible nights he could ever imagine with an even more
inconceivable ending to boot.