Date: Tue, 25 Jul 2006 21:34:50 -0500 From: mt nuda Subject: The Exam chapter 29 Chapter twenty-nine August 4 Sunday morning, feeling a bit strung out and still reeling from the nightmares, Moose was too weary and too disoriented not to argue with his parents when then talked him into going to church. His sister was being nice to him for a change so he was off his guard. And then some. Only when they got to the church did he realize just what he had done. He knew once he walked in he would just see everyone from that day, just about all the guys and those men there, and they'd turn and point and laugh and jeer and... He tried to change his mind but when he started to leave his dad began to make a scene and Moose realized that would be as bad if not worse so he kept walking, a slow steady crawl like he was being dragged to his execution. Maybe nothing would happen. He tried to resurrect a bit of the confidence from the night before, hearing the guys in his head, but damn if these people had seen what almost happened with Ernie... He was playing that scene over and over in his head while they all walked in and sat down. Good timing for Moose, because the memory of the night had begun to have its effect as he hunched over in his seat. After what seemed like hours he stopped staring at the floor, looked up and around, slowly seeing no one, not anyone! was looking at him! No one was jeering or smirking or anything! One or two people looked at him but then smiled and looked away like nothing. He looked at his parents but they were too busy being out-of-tune. And his sister? She was too busy trying to look oblivious to some boy who was trying to catch her eye. Damn, Moose thought, maybe these three are fooled but if Mike were home, he'd see through this bull in a second! But his older brother did not come home from college this summer, lucky for both of them. When they had finished with each other, little miss Stuck-up would have been an only child. Moose looked at his sister and at his parents and thought, hell am I the only one here who thinks this is the Twilight Zone? No one sees this is completely impossible? I'm sitting here and the walls aren't caving in? He endured the service and the usual sermon about the temptations of the world, but even then no one turned around and looked at him like, he's talking about you! You're the perv he's talking about, yes you Mark! Even still he craned his neck trying to see a familiar face. After a while he convinced himself that from the back, one guy could have been one of the bidders. The person turned his head but no, it was someone else. After a long and strange hour an a half he was allowed to end the ordeal. As he was filing out with his family, he saw a face leaving with his wife. Damn, Moose said to himself, HE was there. No mistake. And Moose tried to catch his eye to see what the reaction would be. Finally the guy noticed Moose staring and just gave him a slight nod and then he was gone. Fuck! Moose thought, he looked more embarassed that me. And then he started to get the idea. Maybe a lot of the people there had as much to lose as he did, maybe more. They had families and careers and homes, the whole sorry bag of tricks. And himself well, hell he'd be graduating and outa this town in a year hopefully. Damn, he started to smile, maybe there's a way to survive this after all. When they got home there were several messages on the machine. The second was from Ernie. When his sister got to the replay button first he panicked. But Ernie was very cool and actually sounded pissed about some game passes that Moose owed him money for. Moose knew there was no such game and definitely no passes but his sister gave him a look like, you miserable deadbeat, no wonder you ain't been calling him back you creep. Of course she went and ratted him out to his parents. His dad gave him a lecture on not treating his friends like dirt and when he saw him reach into his wallet and give him a couple of twenties "give the kid his money, you should know better" Moose actually had to stab himself with the keys in his pocket to keep from laughing. "You call him right now before lunch or you can just fast til supper" his mom joined in, knowing that withholding food from Moose was the cruelest and most efficient bargaining tool. "Aw for crissakes do I haveta?" Moose faked. "Right now or you'll be sorry." "For crissakes okay" and Moose slowly raced to the phone and called that Olson punk. It only rang twice. "Hey shithead it's me" Moose said knowing his parents could hear. Sure enough he heard a loud "Mark I heard that!" "Moose, things cool?" Ernie asked excited and nervous and scared all at once. "Well my parents say I gotta give you back what I owe ya-" "Sorry about that but I hadda do something.." "And damn if you deserve it after what you did." "Moose I'm sorry about Friday but I... you ain't sore-" "But if I don't give you your money bag my ass is grass-" "Hey it was just a joke!" "Hey you don't gotta be sore I said I'd pay ya back!" Moose kept it up, one eye on the mom watching. "Okay Moose you don't gotta - Oh I get it they're listening right?" "So they said if I don't go right over there now they're gonna ground me." "Your coming over? Over here? Now?" Ernie was looking around his room seeing the explosion of junk everywhere, and his dad was knocking around somewhere in the house. "Don't argue I said I was gonna pay ya back" Moose kept up "fifteen minutes? Okay I'll be there but ya don't gotta swear at me" mugging for his mom. "Okay Moose c'mon over." Moose looked at his mom "you happy now? I'll pay the runt his money back. But don't get mad if I come home with a black eye." "How big is he?" his mom said a bit worried now. "Third my size" Moose said laughing and left. Moose went over to Ernie's a bit excited and a bit nervous. He couldn't get a good idea where the kid was at by the phony call. When Ernie's dad answered the door, Moose just played it straight. "Hey Mr. Anderson, Ernie home? I gotta pay him some money I ow'm." "Hey, Mark right? Yeah he's in his room cleaning if he knows what's good for him" stepping aside and waving him in. Ernie's dad was light-haired like him but his sideburns and his goatee were more red. Like Ernie his dad was thinner built except he had the thick thighs of a runner. "Hey Ernie your friend's here." Moose didn't know what he heard in that word "friend" but then he was getting super paranoid about things like that. He headed into the back of the house and heard his dad say "door on the right" so he went in that direction. He was over there once before but didn't know if his dad was wise to it so he gave a convincing act of not knowing where he was. Finally after opening the bathroom door "by mistake" and for effect he found Ernie's room. "Hey Moose" Ernie said getting up from a pile of two month's wash "you came over." He was smiling ear to ear and then frowned expecting his father to come in. Sure enough right behind him appeared his dad. "Yeah I came over to settle up"Moose said with a wink "so now we're even" and he put the forty on the bed. "What's that for?" his dad said. Moose said "for the tickets" at the same time Ernie said "for the passes". They looked at each other, big mistake. "Well I'll let you two get your story straight" his dad said "it just better not be for... Ernie?" "Hell dad it ain't drugs!" which was the running accusation between the two. "Hell Mr. Anderson like we have time for that. Even in the off season. Ernie he's even more serious about wrestling than I am" and he gave one of his mess-with-these-biceps flexes to underline the point. "Well..."but the dad was trumped "better not be" and starting to leave "I gotta go buy some stuff before your mom gets back. If she gets home before four and I ain't here, tell here I got the roast and the cake for tonight. Okay?" "Okay." "Don't forget, Ernie!" "I said okay, geez!" and finally his dad left and after a minute they heard the front door close. "Thanks Moose I owe ya." "What was all that about? and yeah y'do stud." "Hell he's always giving me shit about drugs and stuff." "You? Squeeky-clean Anderson? Hell that's a crock!" "Yeah well he's just hoping to catch me with something so he can bust my balls." "Well that ain't gonna happen." "So what's the money for?" Ernie looked at it like a rotten animal had died on his bed. "Remember? The money I owed ya bonehead?" "Fuck you, you're the bonehead" and he tried to wrestle him over. Then he remembered it was the Moose. He just let him struggle for a while and then picked him up in a bearhug. "Put me down ya big bully!" Ernie tried to struggle but felt the warmth of Moose's closeness "ya tryin for a repeat of Friday?" "Sorry" Moose let go, very quickly. He went over and sat on the bed throwing some loose clothes to the floor. Ernie came over and set next to him but did not dare be too near him. "Glad you came over. Serious." "Me too" Moose said looking at the piles everywhere "was hopin you still wanted to... y'know... hang." "I didn't know if.."Ernie looked around "if y'know you... Friday night and all... maybe I make ya nervous..." "You? Scrawnly ass Olson?" "Hey I wasn't the one... I mean, well I'm just glad we're still buds." "Sure I guess" and Moose got up to leave "well I guess I better-" "You don't gotta leave" Ernie almost blocked the door "can't ya hang a while?" "You don't want your dad seein ya hangin with me..." "Moose things are cool" Ernie was not budging "and besides it would look more suspicious if you just come over, give me money, and run off. That would look weird." "I guess..." Moose looked around at the mess "so..." "Battlerace 4.2?" "I'd wipe your ass!" "Like Friday right?" "You're on!" and the two pushed several piles to the side and got the game started. The door opened,"I'm leaving now" his dad's head appeared around the door, scoping the room for the pills and needles "don't forget to tell your mom-" "When is she coming home?" "Around four like I said-" "So who's gonna start the rest of supper?" but Ernie already knew the answer "okay okay I'll do it." "And if this room is clean your friend can stay for supper" his dad looked Moose up and down like, you're in this too now buster. "Don't worry Mr. Anderson, I'll help Ernie here but you don't gotta feed me. Not unless y'wanna blow the food budget for the month." Mr. Anderson looked him up and down again and smiled "well you're welcome to stay if you want. That is if..." "Okay okay dad we get the idea" Arn said. "Well goodbye then" and they waited for the sound of the door closing. After another three minutes it finally did. "Okay so where do you hide yer crackpipes?" Moose slugged him in the shoulder. "Like I'd tell you ya roidhead" which was what no one ever called Moose to his face unless they could afford the plastic surgery. Moose exploded to his feet,"what did you call me?" Ernie looked up fast trying to figure out if Moose was kidding or not. He was not. "Sorry Moose I didn-" "What DID YOU CALL ME?" and Moose threw himself onto him, pinning him atop a piles of clothes. The best Ernie could do was a muffled hrmmfffmmff under him. "Say it Olson what did you call me?" "I'm... I didn't mean it..." he finally got out. "You're dead Olson you're dead meat" Moose said, pinning his arms over his head, almost his full weight on him. "I'm sorry Moose now get off me!" Ernie tried but Moose was not budging. If anything he was now pressing down harder on Ernie's midsection and groin, taking some of the weight off his wrists. As Moose suspected the more he pressed the more he felt Ernie responding underneath him. "C'mon Moose ya gotta get off you're killing me!" "You're already dead remember?" "I said I was sorry okay?" Ernie felt Moose pressing into his crotch and like Friday night the effect was unavoidable. He felt his dick start to creap down his pantsleg, but as Moose pressed and rocked up and down, his dick started to slide sideways and then as he grew to full-hard it started to point higher and higher, "Moose c'mon let me up!" "Why would I wanna do that deadmeat?" "C'mon Moose I... I... I gotta go t'the john!" "Fat chance of that!" and Moose knew he had him now. If he really did have to go, then the pressing down on his bladder was driving him crazy. For good reason the coach always made sure they didn't drink before matches, weigh-in notwithstanding. "Okay ya win Moose. Now LET ME UP!" "Not until you say you're sorry!" still Moose was grinding his crotch in Ernie's, his own cock now responding as well. "I already DID!" "Say it again!" Moose knew that Ernie was running out of breath, his face getting beet red both from the exertion as well as the embarrassment. "Shit okay I'm SORRY!" "Sorry for what?" "Sorry for callin ya a... y'know..." "Say it!" "A... roidhead..." Ernie barely whispered it. "What did you call me?" but Ernie could tell, or he hoped, Moose was kidding now. "Okay I'm sorry for callin ya the 'r' word. So let me up!" "Not until..." Moose didn't dare say anything. He didn't know if it was worth the risk. "Until what?" now Ernie could feel the unmistakable lump pressing into him, and he did not doubt Moose could feel his bone. "I don't... fuck..." Moose had stopped his pressing down and Ernie could feel the hesitation and damn if it didn't feel like Moose was starting to shake it seemed. "C'mon Moose let me up." "What if I do?" Moose put the ball in Ernie's court. "I guess... well you call the shots... I guess..." "Like what?" Moose looked down at Ernie trying to guage how serious he was. It didn't look like the runt was kidding. "You... call the shots...Mark." Moose had not heard Ernie call him by his name since the first week of wrestling practice. The way he did it made it sound like a secret, like an intimacy. "Why you call me Mark?" "Just because you can't be a Moose all the time... huh?" Moose just looked down at him, man he called me Mark, only my family calls me that, and he wasn't making it sound like an insult, "So if I let you up...?" "You... y'know... get t'be the boss... the coach, y'know?" "And?" now Moose made a point of driving his crotch down into him, letting him know there was a sexual edge to the game now. "And you call the shots... all the shots... Mark." Moose looked down at him and felt the heat coming off him, the hardness between them blatant. "And you do what I say?" "Yes... Mark." "Okay... deadmeat..." and Moose started a slow grinding into him now, knowing that he could hump him even cumming on him if he wanted and Ernie would have to go along with it. The feeling of power was a rush but at the same time he also knew that he was crossing the line with Ernie, he was showing him a side he normally kept very hidden. He stopped and raised his weight off him. Ernie had the strangest look on his face. "Moose? What's wrong?" "Nothin..." and Moose rolled off him "go take your piss already." "But Moose?" "Go ON" Moose sounded almost angry, so Ernie got off the bed, the front of his shorts damp and extended, and went to the bathroom. After a few minutes he returned but Moose had barely moved. "So what'ya wanna do now?" Ernie slowly tried. Moose looked at him like it was a foreign language. Finally Moose turned and looked at him,"ya woulda wouldn't you?" "Woulda what?" "Y'know..." Moose looked away "y'know let me... y'know do it... on you." Ernie looked at him and saw how upset he was. He didn't know how to answer. "Well... yeah... I guess" now Ernie looked away "I thought that was the deal. You callin the shots." "But even that? Stuff like that?" Moose would not say the words. "Moose fuck! Remember me Ernie? The guy at the doc's? Remember?" "Ya but then you were being forced t'do that shit..." Moose gave him the hardest look he could "right?" "Well... yeah...?" "You wouldn't do it if y'weren't... forced..." Moose's gaze narrowed "would ya?" Ernie saw the trap no matter which way he answered. Hell, this was the Moose, the guy he sucked off and fucked up the butt and the guy he was completely spooked by and yet even Jeff and Hank could tell that if Moose asked him to jump off a cliff he would, but how could he admit it without Moose thinking he was a perv, or worse. "Hell I don't know how..." it was too much to risk so he just shrugged. "Olson?" Finally Ernie just muttered "you... call... the shots." Moose grabbed him by the shoulders, the same almost menacing grip, "and if I did?" "Like I said... it's your call... Mark." "And if I do then what?" the hands started to dig in again. Ernie fought off the pain, "Then ... it's... y'know what you want." "And you wouldn't say a word?" Ernie broke free of the hold and forced his way to his feet. So that was it! Moose was still concerned about his rep! Even after what had happened! "Fuck NO MOOSE! Is that it? You think I'd rat you out? Moose! It's ME! ERNIE! I'd NEVER do that to you. EVER!" Moose was shocked both by the display of the strength to break from him, and even more by Ernie's outburst. He had only seen him this way once or twice before and it almost scared him. The kid just exploded on him! "Shit you're really serious!" "Fuck Moose! I'd cut my arm off before I'd do anything like that! To...you..." and even Moose heard the tone in his voice. "Not even Jeff? or Hank?" "If that's what you want?" "Yeah..." Moose looked at him "you really would do that?" Ernie sat back down, his outburst quieting, "you call the shots... Mark." "And nobody, I mean nobody knows!" "Geez Moose what you want me to do to prove it?" Ernie almost regretted saying it but then he saw Moose's expression change. Moose gave him a sly look and then looked around the room, "hey y'can start by cleanin up the mess." Ernie was bracing himself for what? but this? "you shittin me?" "You heard me deadmeat, move!" "C'mon!!!" but he didn't move fast enough and Moose was all over him, wrestling him to the floor. Again Moose was using his weight to pin him on his back, but because of the way Ernie fell he was able to continue spinning Moose over until Moose was under him! Of course he knew that it was only seconds before Moose would flip him high into the air but he was holding back. So instead they rolled sideways until Ernie even got Moose into a side headlock. Moose was able to break the hold and roll himself onto his back with Ernie on top of him, his arms pinned above his head. Ernie tried to turn to break free, but he was trapped face-up on Moose's chest, his arms flailing helplessly like a bug trapped on its back unable to right itself. "Give up?" Moose taunted, but Ernie knew it was a joke, since Moose was the one with his shoulders on the ground. "Never!" Moose was able to keep Ernie trapped with his right arm while his left started to tickle him around his left nipple, "give UP?" Ernie could feel his tit harden under the fingers but knew better than to admit defeat, "no way!" Moose pulled up the front of Ernie's t-shirt and started to work his hand all over Ernie's chest tickling first one then the other nipple, knowing it was having a very specific effect. "You can't get outa this Olson! Give up!" "Fuck you!" Moose's hand was free to rub all over Ernie's smooth pale chest and down to his hard stomach. As he knew full well Ernie was going nuts from being tickled and was squirming like he was being tortured. Moose's hand worked its way down to the waistband of his shorts and started to bury under until it found the warm hairiness of his crotch. "Stop it! Stop it Moose!" Ernie was gasping for air, his whole face and chest a bright red. "Whatsa matter Olson?" Moose's hand was now digging around trying to free his cock "can't ya take it?" "C'mon Moose knock it off" came out in fits and bursts, but Ernie was not making a great deal of effort to break the hold. Finally Moose found what he was looking for - Ernie was full hard and pointing up to the side. He pulled the front of the shorts down until they were tucked under Ernie's balls. Now Moose had total freedom to grab and stroke it. "You wan't me me stop?" "C'mon Moose please... let me go..." "Maybe I don't feel like it. Maybe it's payback time for what you did." Ernie panicked, feeling the hardness of Moose under his butt. The only thing keeping up the back of his shorts was being pressed against Moose's crotch. If he bounced around too much he'd be bareassed on top of Moose and that meant his butt was very vulnerable. There was no way he could do what Moose had in mind. "Moose no! Please! Stop! I can't do it... you'll kill me!" Ernie started to struggle in earnest now, but the more he struggled the more his shorts slid down his butt. Finally they were bunched around his thighs. "C'mon Ernie..." Moose was whispering in his ear "you promised... anything I want" and with Ernie's dick waving free Moose slid his hand under his butt and undid the front of his shorts, freeing his own cock. Now he was able to slide it into the sweaty crack of Ernie's butt and as his hand went back to working Ernie's dick his own started a slow sliding up and down. The more Ernie started seeping juice the slicker Moose's hand got til they both were sliding back and forth on each other. "C'mon Ernie hold it!" Moose's hand was speeding up "don't cum dude!" "Moose stop! Your hand..." he gasped, his dick now shiny and red but Moose's hand just got tighter and faster. "Don't shoot Ernie hold it! Hold it!" and as he rocked his cock hard into his asscrack, Ernie let out a gasp and Moose yanked his hand away. His cockhead swelled a deep purple, gave a couple of throbs and a single jet of cum spewed out. Moose quickly grabbed his cock behind the head and squeezed, but Ernie let out a scream, "Don't fuck! I'm cumming!" but Moose's hand held firm. Ernie balanced right on the edge but could not shoot, his orgasm frozen in mid-shoot. "Damn!!!" Ernie screamed. "You can't cum you got it?" Moose's slick cock started a slow pumping against his ass again. "Damn let me shoot!" "NO!" and Moose took his hand away, but held him firm. The tip of Ernie's cock oozed another drop of cum but nothing more. Ernie's chest was heaving and it looked like he's been holding his breath for ages. "Moose please..." Ernie was begging now. "Now listen Olson you said I call the shots remember?" "You tryin to kill me?" "Better than that." "You still tryin to get me back?" "Maybe..." Moose was glued to Ern's backside now and the slow slapping of wet skin was getting louder "but this is it. You agree to do what I say?" "Moose please no..." Ernie could feel the wet tube against his bare butt now "you'll split me in half, please I can't take that, it's rape Mark please!!!" Moose slowed his humping but held him tight,"is that what you're afraid of? I'm gonna buttfuck you?" "Please Moose I couldn't do it you'll hurt me bad." "I don't rape people got it?" Moose whispered close to his ear "it ain't gonna happen, you got that Olson?" Ernie stopped struggling, now confused but still out of his head with horniness, "then what?" "You do what I say?" "As long as..." Ernie knew he couldn't be bargaining but... "This dick ain't goin in your butt okay?" "Moose I' m sorry I just couldn't..." "But you agree?" Ernie let himself go limp in Moose's hold, he had to cross the line sooner of later, "deal." "Okay I'm gonna let go, but ya gotta keep your hands on your head-" "What?" "Agree?" Ernie felt Moose's arm loosen and as much as he wanted to grab himself and bring himself off, he brought his hands together over his head and nodded. "Good..." Moose let him go "now remember I call the shots. I ain't gonna fuck yer ass but if we do anything else and y'stop me I'm outa here, ya got it?" "Got it" Ernie said, as he felt Moose slowly pushing him up to his knees. "I mean it Olson, ya say no and I leave. Ya want me t'leave?" "No..." Ernie's voice cracked, he hated how he sounded but it was all coming out now "no I don't. I want you to be here." "Okay..." Moose shifted his weight "now stand up and keep them hands where they are." Slowly and with a certain awkward self-consciousness Ernie got to his knees and then to his feet. His initial reaction was to pull up his shorts and cover himself. His exposed dick and balls felt like the center of attention, which they were. "Okay kick outa your shoes and socks" Moose said getting up and sitting on the bed. His hard cock was sticking out of his fly and he made no effort to hide it. "I gotta untie them" Ernie started to lower his hands. "Keep those hands away from your dick" Moose started to get up, but saw that Ernie was going along with it. Ernie bent down and untied his shoes, kicked them off and then pulled off his sweaty socks, "Okay now what?" he asked a bit impatient and a bit nervous. "Just put the hands back where they were." "C'mon Moose"Ernie did as he was told "you can't be getting off on this? I ain't no buffed hot dude ... you seen me naked all the time and after that Saturday you'd be sick of me-" "Feels weird right?" Moose sat there, his hand on his dick just staring. "Fuck yeah..." Ernie looked down at himself slowly losing his hard, a small drop of cum still hanging from the slit, but the waistband under his balls keeping his package pushed up. He looked over at Moose, his eyes glued to Ernie's crotch. "Now you know what I felt like, except it was the whole fuckin TEAM watchin me Ern, staring at my dick, seeing me... jack off..." Moose looked down at himself "and worse." "I'm sorry Moose" Ernie started to lower his hands, but a shout from Moose stopped him "I hadda go there, the whole team hadda go, they made us, or else..." "And the rest?" Moose was now opening jacking himself "they make ya t'do that too?" Ernie could not meet Moose's gaze. He just looked down at himself silent. "They made ya suck my dick?" Moose's tone was not mocking but almost pleading "or make ya fuck my ass?" "Moose..." but Ernie saw that the more Moose reminded him the more blood started to rush into his face. And his crotch. "Yeah that mouth of yours on my dick..." Moose's eyes were closed, his hand slowing "that mouth suckin me like it was made for it, like it was the best thing in the world, slowly swallowing this big head..." "Moose please..." "And then thinkin no one was lookin startin to deep-throat me..." Moose's hand was stopped, just grabbing the base, a small amount of pre-cum forming at the tip "and when I felt that dick slide up my butt, not humpin me like I was some cheap whore, but actually fuckin me like they meant it, like they were doin it for real..." "Moose stop..." Ernie was struggling with himself. Damn if Moose figured out he was actually into this, who knows what would happen? "it ain't like that." "Then Olson explain it to me. Tell me what it WAS like." "I...." he lowered his hands "can't!" "Raise'm Olson!" Moose barked. "Please Moose" Ernie was shaking badly "not like this..." "Then tell me. Tell me why ya did it!" "I...can't." "We... got... all... day" Moose slowly slid off the bed. He stood up and undid his shorts, letting them slide to the floor. He stepped out of them, but kept his shoes on. His t-shirt covered his shaved crotch but his dick stood straight out, and his smooth balls hung down like weights. He went over to Ernie's shoes and started to unlace them, removing the shoelaces. "What'r y'doin?" Ernie looked over at him a bit nervous now. "Ya don't wanna move those hands Olson," he growled. Moose took one of the laces and started to wrap it around Ernie's genitals, making a snug noose encircling both his balls and his cock. The more he manipulated his cock the more it started to harden again. When it was full hard, he took the other lace and formed another noose around just his cock, wrapping it like a soft cock-ring. When he was finished Ernie's cock and balls were almost a cartoon red, swollen and hard, the blood trapped and stretching everything to its maximum size. Ernie was gasping with the feeling - it felt like he was back on the verge of cumming again but without his hands he just stood there hoping Moose would bring him off. "Moose c'mon yer killin me!" "That's the idea Olson" Moose started to pull the front of Ernie's t-shirt over his head, leaving it wrapped around his shoulders so only his chest was exposed. "Moose please..." "So ya gonna tell me?" Moose started to play with his nipples now, knowing they'd harden right up. Man, he loved how Ernie's nipples just exploded under his fingers. He felt like the kid was his toy, his sex puppet. "Don't make me... please." "Take your time I ain't in no hurry..." Moose went over to the drawers and started opening them. "Stop! What're ya lookin for?" Ernie's hands came down and he was half way across the room. Moose spun around and without saying a word Ernie went back to his spot "Moose don't go in there, it's just my underwear and stuff!" "You got a jock in here?" Moose continued to rummage around. "No please Moose let me find one" but Moose pushed him back again. "You move again and I pick up the phone and have some of the guys join us-" "No DON'T!" "Then you start cooperating Olson..." "Yes... Moose" and Ernie stood there, trying to shift his weight from leg to leg hoping it would take some of the pressure and attention away from his crotch. It didn't. He looked in horror as Moose went digging through his underwear drawer, where even his mom didn't dare go, where he hid "things". Moose dug around under the t-shirts and boxer briefs all wadded together, and then hidden underneath them he finally found the elastic waistband to a jockstrap. He pulled it from the pile and as he did realized it looked familiar. Damn, it was his own! Ernie had somehow stolen one of his jockstraps from his locker at school and smuggled it back here. Judging by its color and condition it had never been washed - if anything it felt like a dried load was crusted into it and Moose knew it wasn't his. He did not turn to confront Ernie with the evidence but continued digging. Way at the bottom, beneath a few white paper sheets of drawer lining, he found what felt like glossy magazine paper. As he pulled away a corner, he saw bare feet and legs, and pulling more, naked bodies! Of guys! Moose felt the air leave his lungs - bingo! Whether Ernie saw what Moose saw did not matter now. Moose replaced the arrangement and finally found a second and then a third waistband to jockstraps, one of which was not his. Damn, the kid has a whole collection, he thought. He pulled what he guessed was Ernie's jockstrap from the drawer, closing it. When he turned around Ernie looked like he was bracing for a blow. "Okay Ernie yer gonna wear this now." "What?" Ernie looked at it and then recognized that is was only one of his. He almost fainted "wow, okay, lemme put it on-" "Not a chance! So you can bring yerself off?" Moose went over to him "lift yer damn leg..." And Moose slid it over first one and then the other foot. Then he carefully slid it up over his knees and then to his thighs. As he leaned in he looked up at Ernie "close yer eyes, and keep yer mouth shut!" Ernie braced himself for god-knows-what and closed his eyes, feeling the front of the jock slide up until it was rubbing against his tight restrained balls. Then he felt something warm and wet make contact with his swollen cockhead. He gasped and jerked his crotch backwards like he's been burned! He felt Moose grab his asscheeks and pull him forward and this time he knew Moose was putting his mouth on his dick! His mouth! Damn the Moose was blowing him! He started to pump his cock into that wet hole before Moose grunted, "Not so fast. You don't get to cum! You get that yet?" "Moose why are you doin this?" "Cause I can! Cause you agreed remember?" "But Moose you gotta know... I..." "You what?" Moose pulled the jockstrap up, trapping the hard wet dick in a awkward angle in the pouch. "You don't gotta ... y'know force me..." Ernie got real quiet "y'gotta know I'd do this... this stuff." "I gotta know I can trust ya Olson-" "You can!" Ernie almost cried. "Then ya gonna tell me why y'did it?" When Ernie got quiet again, Moose went back to playing with his tits, "have it your way." Moose started running his hands all over Ernie's chest and stomach and gave the stretched fabric at his crotch a couple of yanks. Ernie was staining his jock something fierce and Moose grunted his approval. He crouched down in front of him and started to blow Ernie through his jock, while his hands were kneading his asscheeks and sliding into his asscrack, still sticky with his precum.. Ernie was gasping for air, "Moose stop please" he kept trying to pull his crotch away from Moose's mouth but that only drove his fingers deeper into his crack, "please stop, lemme do you instead..." Moose pulled his head away but kept his fingers where they were, "whacha mean 'do me'?" "Y'know..." Ernie saw the trap looming again "like trade places for a while..." "Yer full of it" Moose taunted, his middle finger now rubbing circles around Ernie's hole "you don't suck cock!" making it sound like the vilest thing in the world. "Please Moose stop... I'll... do that..." "What? Suck my dick?" "Yeah... if ya want..." Ernie tried to back-pedal. "You don't wanna do that... nobody WANTS ta do that... it's gross!" Moose looked up to catch Ernie's eye "besides you only did it that once caused they made ya right?" "Yeah..."Ernie could not figure out how to approach Moose without his thinking he was a perv or worse "well maybe ... wouldja think I'm sick if I said no?" "No what?" and his finger now started to slide in to the first knuckle as Ernie let out a gasp, "Fuck... no, maybe sometimes... for good... buddies, even if I ain't... made" there it was out in the open. "Olson you sayin you'd suck me?" "Only if yer cool with it..." Ernie was trapped now, he said the unspeakable while his crotch was balanced between Moose's breath on his wet crotch and his finger worming its way into his butt. "You mean ya actually wanna suck my dick?" Moose tried to sound as outraged and furious as he could but he knew the Ernie was sensing it was an act "that's just gross!" "It ain't..." Ernie looked down at Moose and saw the absurdity of it "no more than you playin with my dick and your finger in my butt." "Forreal?" "Real. I.. wanna.. I wanna suck ya off Moose. There! Now y'know okay?" Ernie spread his legs defiant now "I WANT that hot meat shoved down my throat again. I WANT t'feel yer cum pumpin outa that dick of yours and... swallow it!" he glared down at Moose "yeah swallow yer juice! I WANT that! Deal with it!" and he pulled away from Moose's finger and took a few steps away from him. He stood there waiting. Moose slowly got to his feet and then sat on the bed, his cock still hanging out of his fly. He looked at Ernie half-pissed and half-smiling, "Y'know what yer tellin me here Olson?" "Yeah Moose I do. So either ya deal with it or that's the end of it." "You really wanna? I mean you actually WANT TO suck me?" "Yeah I do. So what'ya say?" Moose looked at Olson and then around the room. Finally he stood up, his crotch thrust forward, "Okay if yer serious get on yer knees!" Ernie was kneeling in front of Moose in a split second, his hands and mouth all over Moose's tools like a starving man. Moose yanked back, "Get those fuckin hands back where they were!" Ernie looked up at him but could see that Moose was getting into it. "Just yer mouth now." Ernie resumed bobbing on Moose's dick, in no time Moose was full hard again, the head clear of the foreskin. When he felt himself start to get close he jerked his crotch back from Ernie's mouth, "You really do that?" "Huh?" Ernie looked up, now what? "You really suck me off even if no one's makin ya?" "Fuck yeah Moose! You're the-" "You like my dick that much?" "Yes goddamnit!" "You'd suck me off? All the way?" Ernie just glared at him and nodded. "Even let me cum in you? In your mouth?" Again he nodded. Moose looked down and saw the expression on Ernie's face, the unmistakable look of lust and maybe something more. Moose was blown fucking away! "You really that crazy for my dick?" Moose had to push the last inch "for... me?" Ernie had to lower his gaze, not daring to meet his eye, and then just nodded. There, he finally admitted it to him. Now it was all in Moose's court. But he was glad he did it. He'd been too bent out of shape over Moose too long, and when the whole Saturday fiasco happened he thought that was it! He'd never get a chance to be around him again. So in a way having sex with him that day way a weird good-bye to Moose. No way he would have thought he'd even get to be around him again. So when he started pestering Jeff and Hank, it was the action of a drowning man not thinking straight. Anyone else would have laughed him off or worse. But he just knew he could trust those two. So now, on his knees in front of the Moose, he just hung his head, glad it was out in the open. The silence thickened in the room like a fog, both of them hearing only their own heartbeats. Somewhere outside the window they heard a door slam! Moose finally said, "well Ernie..." he knew that the worst was over "if you wanna fuck around with me, have me shove my dick down yer throat and..." Moose lowered his voice "everything... well..." he grabbed Ernie's head in both hands "that's fine by me!" Ernie shot his head up, looking at Moose, like he just heard the winning lottery number,"you mean it?" "Fuck yeah!" "Oh man!" and Ernie grabbed Moose around the waist and just held him, never wanting to let go. "Not so fast Olson!" Ernie froze, now what? "but?" "Who told you to grab me?" "Cut it out Moose!" "Okay ya wanna suck me off?" Moose was back in taunt mode. "Fuck yeah!!!" "Well ya.." Moose looked around the room "ya gotta earn it!" "Say what?" "Well dickhound yer so hungry for my dick, let's see ya earn it." "But Moose I said I'd do anything..." Ernie panicked, so THAT is what he wanted, Moose still wanted his ass! "but I can't do that Moose. If you fuck me I'll..." "Chill out with that shit, Olson!" Moose went back to running his hands over Ernie's shoulders and chest "that ain't what we're talkin about here." "Then what?" "Well if yer so crazy for dick... lets say..." Moose pretended to look serious "ya get to suck me after this room gets cleaned." "Are you nuts?" Ernie looked up at him, flabbergasted yet relieved. "No but your dad probably is. He comes back and finds the room the same way he left it and we're sitting here lookin guilty as shit... well you figure it out! What's he gonna think!" Ernie looked at Moose, not slightly irritated yet with a bit of respect. Moose was right. The last think either of them needed was more suspicion directed at them. "I hate yer guts" Ernie smiled "but you're right." He got to his feet, lowering his hands. He started to pull at the waistband of his jock when Moose grabbed him, "What you think yer doin?" "You said I gotta start cleanin this mess-" "And yer gonna do it!" Moose went over to a chair and threw its pile on the floor "but yer gonna do it just like that!" "What?!?!" "You got it dickhound, I wanna see ya clean this room up lookin just like that. I wanna see ya get good and sweaty with that jock strainin out just like that. And when I'm satisfied" he reached down and grabbed himself, "it's chowtime." "Moose?" "That's the scene. You agree or not?" Ernie looked around and down at himself. His dick felt like it was on fire but he had to admit he looked hard and hot. But his balls felt like they wanted to explode. Damn this was not how he expected to be spending a Sunday afternoon. He looked over at Moose who was casually stroking himself. "Okay... whatya want me to do..." "Well clean this room up. Make it look good when yer dad gets home." So Ernie started to go around the room, gathering all the dirty clothes and putting them into his hamper. He made a pile of his clean clothes and started to shove them into various drawers and boxes. When he put his underwear away he saw that Moose had rearranged the drawer. He panicked and shot a look to Moose. "Yeah I saw" was all Moose said. "Moose it ain't like that!" "Yeah those were my jocks in there weren't they?" Ernie saw he was licked "you pissed?" "You think that's a turn on? Stealin my jock and using it for a jackoff toy?" "Moose... c'mon..." "Admit it!" Moose stood up and starting to play with Ernie's tits again. Actually Moose had been looking for an excuse to start feeling him up again "you get off on my jock." "Okay" Ernie was through hiding it "yeah it's hot! Jacking off with it, it's like my cock was touchin yer cock. I knew I'd never get t'actually touch the real thing-" Well you were wrong jerkboy" Moose's hand went back down to Ernie's crotch. As he hoped the shoelaces were doing a good job. "Fuck..." Ernie couldn't believe how turned on he was. Doing chores yet! "Okay ya think my jock's so hot, let see ya wear it!" "Moose?" "Go on put one on. That one needs washin anyway" he laughed. Ernie carefully took one of Moose's jocks from the drawer and put in on the bed. He reached down and started to pull off his sweaty one. "Wait!" Moose jumped up "I don't want ya playin with yerself. I better do it" and Moose pulled down Ernie's waistband, his cock bouncing out. They were both surprised how red and swollen it was. "Damn Olson that's the reddest cock and balls I ever see!" and he started to massage them, checking to make sure the circulation was not cut off. Ernie let out a hiss as he felt Moose's hand stroking him. Moose pulled down the wet jock and Ernie stepped out of it, and Moose picked up his from the bed, gave it a whiff with a mock frown and made Ernie step into it. It was a few sizes too big but with Ernie's dick pointed straight forward, it stayed in place. "Yeah that's hot" Moose approved of his idea "my jock crusted with your cum, your dick pushing out the front yeah..." "Moose please..." Ernie felt the scratchiness on his balls and dickhead and it felt like torture, "I can't keep this up all day. This is killing me!" "Well then pick up the pace men" Moose quoted one of the coach's more annoying lines "we're burning daylight!" Ernie squirmed and rolled his eyes. He looked around and the room was starting to look presentable, except for the dishes and drinking glasses now appearing here and there. He started to gather them together into a large bowl. "What ya doin with them?" Moose asked, his hand still doing the slow massage in his groin. "Couldja run these out to the kitchen?" Ernie pleaded. "What's wrong with you goin out there?" "Like THIS?!" "I think ya look..." Moose smirked "good..." "What if someone sees me?" "Let's find out" and Moose stood up, pointing at Ernie and then at the kitchen. "You ain't serious!" Ernie was afraid where this was heading. "Do it dickhead" and Moose gave himself a shake as if to remind him. Arrnie grabbed the dirty dishes and to his surprise Moose grabbed the hamper of dirty clothes and all but pushed Ernie out of the bedroom. Ernie snuck into the kitchen cursing the open curtains. But he could not see any neighbors in the back yards. He put the dishes into the dishwasher, loaded a few others sitting around and was about to start it when Moose stopped him, "What's that?" Ernie looked at Moose and saw why he had the hamper. You could never tell that behind that basket he was exposed and hard. Ernie looked down where Moose was pointing, "It's a damn pacifier for my niece from yesterday. Mom's gonna return it." "Take it out" Moose ordered "and follow me." Ernie grabbed the pacifier, now what is he up to? and followed Moose downstairs to the laundry room. Moose had set the hamper down and was back to stroking himself. "This turn you on? Watching me clean?" Ernie tossed him the pacifier. "Not clean" Moose said, and looked at it. He rinsed it off in the sink and tossed it back to Ernie "but seeing ya run around the house like that, yeah now that turns my crank." "What's this for?" Ernie looked at the pacifier. "I wanna see ya suck it" Moose said "practice like." "You're sick" Ernie joked. "Same as you" Moose said "do it." Ernie looked at it and shrugged. He popped it into his mouth feeling ridiculous. "Okay get them clothes in the washer. Yer gonna get yer wish dickhound." Ernie loaded the washer in record time and then dropped down in front of Moose, taking the pacifier out of his mouth. Moose pulled him to his feet and took the pacifier from him, "no so fast dickhead." "But-" "First we gotta find a place for this if yer mouth's gonna be busy" Moose's hand went back to playing with Ernie's butt. "Yer kiddin right?" Ernie figured it out fast! "Assume the position dickhead" Moose directed Ernie down to the floor. When he was on his hands and knees, Moose started to play with his hole in earnest. He spat on his hand and got his finger back in the hole, good and lubed this time. Once Ernie got over the shock he started to moan. That's when Moose slid his finger out and before he could protest, in slid the pacifier, slick with Ernie's spit. Ernie let out a yelp! "Damn get that outa me!" "First ya gotta wear it a while." "WHAT?!?!" "Pretend yer in trainin..." Moose pulled him off his hands "for this!" and he directed Ernie's mouth to his dick. He'd been waiting for it all day and now Ernie finally got to suck on his dick and even when his hands started to play with Moose's shaved crotch and hairy stomach, he didn't object. But he was not allowed to let his hands wander to his own swollen crotch, or try to remove the foreign body in his butt. And the damn thing was bulbous enough that he couldn't squeeze it out. Damn that Moose! "Ya happy now?" Moose started a slow sliding in and out of Ernie's mouth "yer mouth is full of my dick ya happy?" Moose felt the inevitable tingling in his dick, hell he'd been playing with himself all afternoon so he'd been primed for what seemed like hours. But he didn't wanna blow a load like this, like a sneak in the basement. He pulled Ernie up off his knees. "What?" Ernie was not in the mood for another interruption. "That's all for now" Moose lied, knowing that another ten seconds or so and he woulda blown. "C'mon Moose ya almost shot!" Ernie could feel Moose's dick and knew the warning signs. "Ya saying ya want to swallow my load?" Moose was mocking again. "Fuck yeah!" "Well ya gotta earn it dickhead" Moose started to steer him upstairs. "I did, remember?" "Naw that was just for the right to suck it" Moose was grinning, not even trying to be serious anymore "if ya want my juice, ya gotta..." he looked around trying to think of something, and then he saw the dumpsters way out by the alley "ya gotta take out the garbage." "What?!?!" "Ya heard me. These bags gotta go..." he pointed to the alley "there." "That's it?" Ernie thought there was a catch. There was. "Just pick up both bags and take them out to the dumpsters. That's all ya gotta do." "Okay..." Ernie's voice was cautious "lemme go put somethin on." "No just like that stud-" "Fuck!" "That's the deal. Take those two bags out there and come back. And..." Moose looked down at Ernie's condition, glad that the front of the jock, HIS jock was now wet with sweat and pre-cum and showing Ernie's package nicely "make sure ya carry them bags out to yer side. We don't want ya covering anything up-" "Moose no the neighbors will see!" "See what? A hot jock stud takin out the trash? So?" "Moose ya can't be serious!" "Ya got twenty seconds... starting" Moose checked the wall clock, two-twenty-four, plenty of time, "now!" "Moose!" "Nineteen... eighteen..." and when Ernie saw Moose was serious, he grabbed the two bags and made a break for it. He was half-way out the door when Moose got to "ten". He tried to run in a crouch but realized that made his ass stick out, his bare ass! and damn if that pacifier wasn't gonna show worse. He made it to the dumpsters just as he saw a car pull into the alley. He tossed them in fast and was heading back to the kitchen door when he saw what he feared! His neighbor Mr. Hendricks was out in his yard! And from the expression on his face he was getting a very good look! Ernie turned eight shades of purple, grunted a "hot out here!" and raced back to his house. He almost expected Moose to have locked him out but Moose stood there, his hand on his dick and the biggest grin on his face. "You bastard!" Ernie dove through the door and grabbed Moose. "You looked hot!" Moose easily pinned Ernie and let him cool down "so anybody see ya?" "Yeah ya bastard!" Ernie felt their two crotches dig together and his sweat slide between them "Hendricks dad was outside!" "Bob's dad? He saw ya?" "Yeah he saw the whole damn thing!" "What'd he say?" "Nothin! He just had the most bizarre expression on his face." "Well it's not every day he gets to see his neighbor's kid running around in a jock right? Fuck who knows, maybe he thought it was hot like I did" and Moose pulled the front of his jock down and off Ernie right there in the kitchen "okay stud back to yer room" and Moose grabbed Ernie by his dick and led him through the house and into his bedroom. As soon as the door closed Ernie was on his knees going to town on Moose's dick. Moose was already primed having watched Ernie run all-but butt naked outside so it didn't take long before his dick was pumped full and ready to shoot. He looked down and saw that Ernie was pulling the pacifier out of his butt. "Not so fast dickhead" he pulled his dick out of that hot mouth. "What!" Ernie wanted Moose so bad he could taste it now and was sick of being stopped. "I didn't say you could take that out-" "C'mon Moose enough's enough. I did what you want-" "One more thing-" "No Moose I did what ya wanted" Ernie was almost begging. "You trust me?" "After that stunt-" "No more stunts okay? But ya gotta trust me Olson-" "C'mon Moose-" "I mean it" Moose led him over to the bed "you gotta trust me cause I'm trustin you with somethin real important-" "You can trust me Moose, what is it?" "I mean it Olson. Will ya do one more thing for me?" "What is it?" "Okay..." Moose gave Ernie a very deep look "just lie down here. On yer back." Ernie lay down, maybe a bit glad his ass was now protected, but that thing was still in him. He lay there looking at Moose, "okay?" "Promise me now" Moose, pulled his dick back into his shorts, and then lowered them, so he was now naked from the waist down. He got down on the bed next to Ernie "promise me you won't stop me or freak okay?" "Moose what is it?" "Promise me Olson!" Moose pinned his shoulders down, his face inches above Ernie's. "Okay..." Ernie could see the expression in his face "okay I promise." "Now close your eyes and don't open them til I say so." Ernie lay there, his eyes closed, trying to figure out what Moose's evil mind was going to torture him with next. He waited for some jab or twist to his nipples or dick but instead felt Moose crouch down and squat over his legs then felt the unmistakable warm wetness of Moose's mouth on his dick. A soft "Moose no" slipped from his lips and then he felt Moose's mouth start to lick his balls. He tried to lift his head but a stern "keep em shut dickhead!" stopped him fast. The next thing he knew Moose was raising his knees and sliding a hand under his butt! Moose's face was right there, by his ass, and it felt like the plug was being pulled out of his butt. As soon as it was out Ernie felt something he never felt before, a tongue, a warm wet tongue, Moose's tongue! running around his ass! He tried to clamp his legs shut but Moose was way too strong for him and his tongue played freely all around his hole and then through his crotch and back to his balls. Ernie was screaming with the sensation, the laces taut and keeping his balls from tightening like they should before he shot. When Moose slid up until their two crotches were pressed together Ernie started panting feeling his orgasm building. But Moose slid his crotch further up until Ernie could tell that he was close enough to lean forward and open his mouth and damn! his mouth was filled with Moose's dick. Moose started plowing into him like it was a pussy and Ernie felt himself start to cum! But no matter how he lunged up into Moose's asscrack and back he couldn't bring himself off. This was worse than before! He was delirious now trying to cum but his cock was just fucking air! Moose pulled himself free of Ernie's mouth and he slid himself down until his crack was plastered over Ernie's cock. Ernie screamed again now that his cock was hitting something!. Again and again he rammed against Moose's sweaty crack but his cock just continued to spasm as he was dry cumming. Then Moose slid down further and started to suck him off - Ernie saw stars! If Moose was not pinning him down and holding his arms against the bed he would have bounced off the ceiling! So when Moose slid forward until his crack was back over his cock again Ernie was too out of it to react. "Keep your eyes closed" Moose commanded but Ernie was just wimpering now. Slowly Moose rocked back and with one hand positioned Ernie's cock until it was right at his hole. Between his spit and Ernie's sweat it started to slide in. When Ernie felt that tight hole grip his dickhead he just lost it! All the air went out of him in one big gasp! Moose gritted his teeth and squatted down, Ernie's cock sliding into him in one very long plunge. "AWWWWWW!" screamed Ernie, his eyes flying open, seeing Moose right above him. "Yeah dickhead fuck me! Fuck me good!" and Moose started to rock up and down on his dick. It didn't take long before his own cock was oozing pre-cum mixing with something milkier. "Moose! Moose!" Ernie was able to grunt out. Moose felt his orgasm slowly avalaching and reaching under his ass, managed to find the ends of the shoelaces and slip off the knot. As he did, it unraveled like a spring. Ernie felt the pressure return to his dick and that was it. He exploded load after load of white hot cum. gallons of it, deep into Moose's hole. Moose just rocked up and down on Ernie's cock, his own starting to swell, his cockhead purple and free of the foreskin, the slit wide open, seconds away from shooting, and just as he started to shoot Moose leaned forward and thrust it into Ernie's mouth and bang! that did it, he shot hard and deep down his throat. Ernie started gagging as Moose pulled out and lowered himself back down onto Ernie's dick where he stayed until the bed stopped spinning.