Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2009 14:07:13 -0800 (PST) From: Bart Hanks Subject: Varsity Tough Chapter Twenty One Chapter Twenty One Ricky's Glass Ricky's ordeal, his punishment for the three-day suspension, was still going on. He was still standing on top of the kitchen table, beside the tall window overlooking the side yard. He was tired and his legs ached from the squats. The only good thing was that as he jacked away on his dick, he was nearing his climax. He used his other hand to grip his balls. He always did that when he shot. He liked the sensation of squeezing every possible feeling out of the orgasm. Clem saw him and warned that "You better make damn sure you grab that juice glass before you start shooting. You're gonna need every drop you've got in you to fill that thing." Buck spoke up as well. "And you better keep an eye out for strangers. If you're shooting and they come up and catch you, you can't hide. You'll have to stay and perform for as long as they want to watch" Buck, like Tip, liked to razz his brother anytime he got a chance. Since Clem was always the authority in the family, they couldn't punish Ricky for things he did, but they could get even at times like this by humiliating him as much as possible. Clem picked up the glass and handed it to him. Ricky realized that the chance to get the best possible feel out of this upcoming shot was now gone. As he looked down to take the glass, Tip said "Well, they're back again. Wave to the fellows, Ricky." Ricky looked up startled. The four who had been there earlier were back now. The oldest teen waved and grinned. He obviously knew what the glass was for. But after a moment when he leaned down to hear what the youngest one was saying, he looked up and began to gesture. He took the kid's hand, cupped it like he was beating off, and pointed at Ricky. Then he motioned like he was picking him up to put him up to the window. "What the hell?" Ricky asked. Clem grinned. "He wants the kid to come inside and work on your bone, Ricky. Now I think that's a mighty neighborly offer." "NO! Please Clem, don't let that little kid come in! He looks like he's only about 10 or 11. I couldn't take some little kid doing that to me." "Better get used to it. Buck, you and Tip go outside and tell them they can't all come in, but the leader and the little one can." When they came in, the little one said he was "almost 12" but Ricky felt sure he wasn't quite 11 yet. The boy looked at his pole with awe. "Want to get up on the table with him?" Clem asked. He picked him up and got him in place. The oldest one explained, "He didn't know what that stuff was, so I told him and he wants to see what it feels like. I appreciate you guys letting him get in on this." Clem looked thoughtful. "In return, I'd like your help on some things. After school tomorrow I may need to go out. Could you come over and keep an eye on him? He needs to be on display but after tonight we'll have to think of other stuff to do since I'm not going to let him cum until Friday." He seemed very pleased with that. "Sure, I've got some ropes and stuff we use for initiations." He looked Ricky up and down and added "And I've got plenty of ideas." Buck and Tip burst out laughing. "Well welcome to our family" they said. "I'm Gary and he's Squirt" the older one said. "Well, Squirt, you want to work that pole some?" "Yeah" he said with a too-eager gleam in his eyes. "Gary, do you want to show him or should Tip? Tip's our expert on beating off." Clem was in a jovial mood so Tip didn't try to refute him. Gary was laughing too. "Let's let Tip do it then." Tip said "Well let's begin by showing Squirt that Ricky's circumcised. That may seem unusual to point out, but he's the only one in our family who is. When he was still in his crib -- our mother had left us by that time and our dad was already drinking -- he tried to climb out. He somehow got caught on some metal clip at the top, and it began to cut the skin there. We heard him screaming and we dashed in. There was blood all around. We rushed him to the doctor. He said he would just go ahead and circumcise him and get rid of the torn skin. Now, speaking for myself, I always thought he got his long dick from beating off too much, trying to get the same kick that uncircumcised guys get when they jack." Ricky was shame-faced and angry inside. They were all talking about him as if he wasn't even there. "By the way, the glass is still empty. He hasn't shot yet?" Gary had a healthy interest in such things. "No, he's been distracted by other stuff." Tip then took some Vaseline and began coating Ricky's pole. "We use Vaseline on Ricky because it's so sticky and messy. It makes him look like he just stepped out of a porn movie. Would Squirt want to rub some on him too, or would you?" "I want to" Squirt said eagerly. "Do you know how?" "I've watched my brother jerk off lots of times. He's real regular with that stuff." "What do you mean you watched him?" Gary asked. "And when you say regular, do you mean every night?" Tip chimed in. Squirt was rubbing some Vaseline down the length of the shaft, putting it on carefully as if he were applying plaster to a wall. He looked at it with admiration. "Oh, I don't know. I first saw him doing it last year when he forgot to close the bathroom door tight. I was in bed and he went in the bathroom and I heard some noises and I went to the door and peeped in. It was fun to watch. He gets a funny look on his face and he practically jumps off the pot when he gets ready to shoot. So I took an ice pick and made a small hole in the door in two places so I could watch even when he has the door locked." "Why two holes?" Squirt continued pasting the slick finish on Ricky's bone. He didn't even look up. He seemed to be concentrating on his job of making that thing gleam. "Well...see, what happens is sometimes he goes to the basin and beats off straddling it. It's like he's riding the thing, hugging the sides with his legs and going to town something fierce. He really gets off when he does it that way. But the thing was I couldn't see it from the angle I use to see him on the pot. So I had to make a second hole." "Good move." "It took time. I couldn't keep putting tiny holes in the door without it being noticed. So I had to use math to figure angles." Tip smiled, and looked at Gary. "Smart kid." "Well his whole family are geniuses. His father's the head of the chemical plant on the river, sent here from Germany. His oldest brother is in college on some sort of genius scholarship. The brother he's talking about is a near genius too." "Yeah, Gunter's real smart. He's 14. He's just not street smart. We share the same bedroom and he never checks to see if I'm asleep when he goes in to jerk off." "You say he does this every night?" "Yeah. He uses the pot in the morning and the basin at night. Sometimes when he gets home from school if he's in the mood he just tells me he has to use the bathroom, and when I check he's going at it." "He must like that stuff." "Yeah but I can't exactly see why. I tried playing with mine and nothing happens." Clem spoke up. "Give yourself another year and I can assure you you'll be in business." "Yeah, Heinrich, be patient" Gary said. Squirt flashed him a menacing look. "The name's Squirt. Nobody gets to call me Heinrich except the family." Clem explained, "At least you know how to do it. I had to teach Ricky. He would just play with the flap of skin under the head. He could get results but it took way too long and wasn't as much fun as jacking. Anyhow once I discovered he was doing it wrong, I made him practice until he got it right." Squirt almost fell off the table laughing. Ricky frowned and grumbled. He shifted his feet and his bone gleamed as it bobbed. "Get to work on the shaft, Squirt. You've got your hands greasy enough as well as that dick of his, you ought to be able to make good time and have cum squiring out in a little while." "Well it ought to be soon" Gary said. "I was sure you'd have started filling the glass by now. Did you guys stop while we were gone?" "I had to keep ducking down, so it sort of took the thrill away" Ricky said. "Much traffic?" Gary asked. Ricky didn't answer, but Clem did. "Two college guys came through. If Ricky had just stayed still they probably wouldn't have looked up. But he did a squat and the movement attracted their attention, so he had to stand back up. They had a camera and took some pictures. We hid back so they thought it was just Ricky." "Did they want him to do anything?" Clem grinned. "It's funny. With that dick of his I would have thought people would want to see him work on that, but instead they kept wanting him to show his butt, to bend over, and put his finger up his ass." "Make him do it now while I keep jerking his dick" Squirt said. "Here's Vaseline for your fingers, Ricky." They nodded in approval, seeing Squirt was doing a great job on Ricky's dick, going up and down the thing faster and faster. Ricky reluctantly put his fingers in the jar and reached behind. One hand still held the jar for the great moment of eruption. The guys outside were going crazy when they saw Ricky reach back to his butt. They signaled they wanted to see the backside full, leaving Squirt to do the jerking out of sight. Clem warned, "Don't forget to catch the stuff in the glass, Ricky. That's your only ticket off the table for tonight." "Use two fingers!" Squirt said, although from his position he couldn't see it. He just liked the feeling of being able to tell this older guy with the huge bone what to do. He also liked the feel of the bone itself. He wondered what his own brother's would feel like to work on. "Faster!" Squirt said as he himself continued at top speed on the bone. He could feel Ricky wince as he pushed two fingers up in himself. "In and out fast!" Gary ordered, getting carried away with the intensity. "Faster than that!" And after a moment he warned Ricky, "If you can't get it going any better, I'll find something to poke up there that'll give you speed." The Semmes brother silently agreed they had found two excellent assistants in these boys. They planned to use them for even more things. Clem went to the refrigerator, opened the frozen section, and took out a package. He hummed to himself and smiled. When he returned he found Ricky trying with two fingers but not really pumping well. Telling him to move his hand, Clem thrust something up the waiting hole, and Ricky nearly jumped to the ceiling. His back arched, he almost dropped the glass and he nearly fell into Squirt, "What the hell? Jeez, it's so cold!" "Here's a second one. You push it in as far as you can. Then start fingering your hole again, thrusting fast!" Clem meant business. He had inserted two frozen hot dogs and the second one hit Ricky's pleasure spot. As he poked his finger up his butt, the sense of climax hit him big time. Squirt's jacking was doing wonders. He put the glass in front of the head and told Squirt to squeeze hard. "Here he cums!" Tip said. They all watched as Ricky bucked, shook, and four massive blasts of cum fired into the glass. As Squirt continued his jacking, some more with less force and smaller amounts came out as well. After a moment, Clem told Squirt to stop. He complimented him on a job well done. Squirt looked disappointed, and kept admiring Ricky's equipment. It was beginning to go down, but it hung long and gleaming with an occasional drip from its head. Clem suddenly had a new thought. "Squirt, would you like to learn how to shave?" "Sure, but I won't be doing that for a long time." "I thought you could practice on Ricky tomorrow. I thought you could shave him down here in the area where you've been working so well today. See those balls? See that hair on them? And look at his dick itself. He not only has crotch hair or pubes, he's even got some trying to grow along his dick. You could have a ball shaving that. Think how he'll squirm with you down there with a razor." "That would be fun." "But remember, he can't cum any more until Friday. So if you play with the thing, moving it out of the way while you shave, don't let him shoot off. It can get hard, but not too hard." "Aw hell!" Ricky said. "He's never held a razor before. You can't possibly let him do that to me." "Oh yes, Ricky, and in front of the window too. Think how many of his friends would stand out there watching you get shaved. After he spreads the word at school, you'll have the biggest crowd of your life. You wanted attention, now you'll get it." "I'll help him," Gary said. "Good. Well it's starting to get dark now, so we'll take him off the table and you can gather your friends and go home. Tomorrow's Wednesday and that'll be the shaving day. Thursday after school you and your friends can bring all your initiation stuff and have some fun with him then as well. And if you've got anything better than frozen hot dogs to stuff up his butt, bring them tomorrow." Gary grinned widely. "Oh yeah! I've got LOTS of things to stuff up there." "Good. Ricky's having hot dogs for supper tonight." They all laughed. Ricky turned to them and said "I'm pulling them out of my butt now. They're cold and I don't want them in there." "Well Ricky, if you pull them out, you're eating them." "Aw, shit!" "That's about what they'll taste like." Gary and Squirt left then, with happy hearts and grins all over their faces. Squirt couldn't wait to get home and see if he could catch his brother going at it again in the bathroom. Ricky faced his brothers. He was still standing on the table, his dick still long but slightly less hard, and the little juice glass in his hand. They had not broken his spirit, but he didn't want to flaunt it at the moment. He could still feel the effects of Squirt's spirited jacking. He wanted to tell them that the kid didn't have any idea how to do it. It had been like having a walrus sliding up and down your pole. He knew it would be tender for a while. "Can I get down now?" His tone of voice was that of merely asking a question; there was no pleading in it. He was Ricky and Ricky didn't plead. Clem was still as always the brother in charge. "Look at your glass. Is it full yet?" "It's pretty full." "All the way?" "No, but it was a pretty big load. I don't think anybody's load could completely fill it." "That's beside the point. The glass has to be full. Stay up there and get back to work. You want more Vaseline?" "No that kid just about plastered me with it. But it'll be dark soon and people will be able to see me from a distance." "Then get to work and do it fast. The shades don't go in place and the light doesn't get turned off until the glass is full." "It's sore." "I told you it better not get soft, and if you don't start in, it's just about to get that way. Where's my paddle?" Ricky started in to stroking. He was surprised that he got some good feelings from it. That kid must have turned his nuts on, because it wasn't as difficult as he thought to get it back up. Clem went over by the stove. "I'm just fixing hot dogs and potato chips tonight. That OK with everybody?" All of them agreed. When Clem heard Ricky joining in, he said to the others, "Ricky's already got his hot dog. Two of them warming up for him even as we speak." Then turning to Ricky, "Or do you want to leave them up there? Because if you're not hungry, you might as well leave them until tomorrow." Ricky said nothing, but shot a glance at Tip. They had helped each other out during bad situations in the past, and he hoped he could count on him now. Clem was busy at the stove and Buck had gone outside. "Help me" Ricky whispered. "What do I get in return?" "Keep jacking there, Ricky" Clem called from the stove. Ricky picked up speed, although his heart wasn't in it. Ricky made a desperate gamble. "Help me get these hot dogs out without having to eat them, and I'll give you blow jobs for a week -- you and all your friends -- whenever and wherever you say -- and I'll get naked while I do it." "Even in front of girls, our dates, guys' sisters?" That was a blow. But Ricky was frantic. "Yes. And something else -- if you do this, since I'm getting shaved tomorrow, I'll even put on diapers or girls' panties when I do that stuff." Tip couldn't have had a better offer. He turned to Clem. "I think I'll take Ricky for a walk outside. Is that OK? He's pretty boned up and I'll make him keep on working it. It's greasy enough to start a fire if we get him too near the stove." Clem gave him a sardonic glance. "Tip, it's all right, but you know you're responsible for him. If anything goes wrong, you'll be punished along with him." Ricky got down stiffly from the table. His legs were aching from his ordeal. He walked like a ramrod was up his ass, which in fact was almost the case. The two hot dogs, which were quite long, were still solid as a rock and still cold. Clem had a sudden suspicion. "Ricky, if you eat your supper out there, you'll just have two more stuffed up you, and they'll have Icy Hot coated on them." He paused. "Tip, if anything happens to those hot dogs Ricky's carrying so carefully, you're going to get your supper rammed up your ass too." Tip gave Clem his best version of hurt feelings. "Clem, why are you always so suspicious of everyone?" He raised his hand to show his brother he was carrying the big paddle along with him. As they started out the back door, Clem called "Remember, Ricky's thing has to stay hard all the time." Once outside, Tip relaxed with a big grin. "Ricky I can't tell you how happy I am that you will be mine for me and anybody I choose for a whole week. I've got big plans." "OK but I need to get rid of these hot dogs now. They're killing me." "Walk this way" Tip said, leading him to the far side of the yard which was in total darkness. Ricky's bone bounced as they went. They stopped by a bush. "Squat" Tip said. Ricky hesitated. "I said squat!" Looking toward the street, he saw a teenager passing by. Tip called to him. "Hey you want to see something really funny?" The boy stopped and looked their way. "What?" He looked to be about Ricky's age, but in the darkness it was hard to tell. "Come on over. You'll get a real charge out of this." The boy hesitated, then decided to give it a try. "You live near here?" "No I was just shooting baskets with a friend." Ricky knew that voice. "Oh god, it's Josh." Josh didn't let himself get drawn too close since he didn't know what might be up. Tip asked, "Are you Josh?" "Yeah, who are you?" "I'm Ricky Semmes' brother." Josh came on over and then recognized Ricky. His eyes went immediately to the massive erection. He had never seen Ricky hard, but knew his reputation for length. Now maybe he would know whether Ricky's indeed was bigger than Jennings'. "Hi Ricky. What's up?" Immediately he burst out laughing since he realized he had made a pun. Ricky glared without speaking. "How do you two know each other?" "He made me pee on myself yesterday in the boy's bathroom before lunch." Tip burst out laughing. `That's great!" Then realizing it wasn't great to Josh, he asked "How did he do that?" Ricky spoke up. "I came up behind him at one of the urinals and once he began peeing I started shaking him left and right. He spattered everybody around him and really wet the front of his pants. Guys have been calling him pee-pee pants ever since." "It wasn't funny" Josh said. "I had to go to the varsity dressing rooms to clean them." "And that wasn't all" Ricky went on, delighted that someone else was being humiliated for a change. "He borrowed some oversized pants that kept slipping down on him, and two guys got him and pulled them down while he was carrying a tray of food. Right in the middle of the cafeteria. Girls and everybody saw him. Even the cafeteria women behind the counter looked. And the best part is he wasn't wearing any underwear!" Tip looked at Josh. "You don't wear underwear?" "That's a long story" Josh said, "but I do all the time now." "What's the disadvantage?" "If I get hard, it really shows." "Hmmm. I may try that on Ricky." "Like hell!" "Watch it, Ricky. But for now, Josh, you can watch Ricky squat by that hedge and walk around in a squatting position while he dumps two frozen hot dogs out his butt. Get to work, Ricky!" Josh watched in awe as Ricky squatted, his dick thrusting obscenely, and began talking those painful squat steps. His face contorted both from the muscle strain and from the intestinal pressure he was pushing with to get them out. "Faster, Ricky. Let's get some speed. If you don't make it worth our while to watch, I'll take you back inside with the things still stuffed up there!" Josh was mesmerized, his dick suddenly hard and his balls with that too-full feeling. Unconsciously he started fingering his dick through his pants. Ricky made a partial turn and Josh saw the buttocks spread wide and the first of the hot dogs emerging. That was when Tip walked over and turned the yard light on. It wasn't that bright and it wasn't focused, but in the darkness it let anyone passing see Ricky crapping like a dog on the lawn. Ricky even made grunting sounds as he struggled. Buck suddenly appeared beside Tip, and howled with laughter. "This is even better than making him keep them in there." Then seeing Josh, he fell silent. "He's OK. Just one of the many people Ricky crapped on. Now he's getting to see Ricky crapping in the yard." Josh said "Thanks for asking me to see this. Ricky's done mean things to a lot of people." Tip and Buck looked at Josh's bone tenting his pants. "You seem to be enjoying it now though." Josh blushed and took his hand away. He hadn't realized he's been fingering it. Ricky, still moving in squat position said "I'm through! I got them out!" "Well don't advertise it, dumb-dumb! Clem will either make you eat them or stuff two more up your ass." He turned off the yard light. "Buck, we need to get Clem to let him eat supper. If we shoot water guns at him while he craps tomorrow, he's got to have something inside to crap." That gave Tip another thought. "Josh you want to come in and eat supper with us?" Josh looked up in surprise. "Great. But I'd have to call home so they'll know. Could I use your phone?" "Just go inside and tell Clem you're our guest for supper. We'll be in with Ricky in a minute." When Josh had gone, Tip said "Did you notice his bone? Once it got hard it didn't go down. I think we can put that to use later tonight." Buck grinned. "Little bro, you lead the way. I'm always game." Then turning to their youngest brother, he added "Over here, Ricky, and don't try to stand up. Keep exercising those crouch muscles." Ricky groaned. Tip handed Buck the paddle, and he went behind Ricky swatting his butt on each step. Ricky's butt was flaming red again when he got to the steps. Once he stood and started up the steps, Buck swatted him hard and Ricky let out a howl. Inside they found Josh sitting at the table, the table that had been Ricky's platform for the afternoon show. It was pitch dark outside now, and the towel across the lower part of the window wouldn't offer Ricky any protection if he stood erect. But fortunately a person would have to pass through the side yard to see him; the angle of the house kept sidewalk strollers from the view. "Up on the table, Ricky. Keep working that bone. Give Josh a good show." Josh was fascinated with having Ricky standing only a foot or two from where he was sitting. He could look up and see the balls swing, the bone respond to strokes, and hear the squish of the over-Vaselined pecker being exercised. His own bone was pushing out against his briefs, and a spot was beginning to show on his pants. "Josh, you want to get up there with Ricky and give him a few strokes?" Josh's eyes never left Ricky but in a hushed voice he croaked "Aren't we getting ready to eat?" "Well Ricky's got a glass to fill with his own cum. He gave one load, but it's starting to shrink now. The cum level drops down as time passes so he's gonna have to work hard to fill that thing. He's in really deep trouble if he doesn't." Josh looked at Clem and the others. He was so horned by all of this that he couldn't really think straight. He knew his dick would fire off any second now if he wasn't careful. "OK I guess" was all he could manage before climbing up on the table. The first thing he found out was that Ricky's bone was so coated with Vaseline it literally dripped from your fingers. He stood beside him reaching over to grab it. It was a great feeling grabbing that thing: it was so hard and so big. It was like holding onto an iron pipe. A very long iron pipe. Josh remembered he had heard that the average hand measured three inches in width. He took both hands and wrapped them around the dick, and the head and about another inch stuck out beyond the hands. That would be at least seven inches and maybe more. He set in to working on it. Ricky groaned. But it was awkward standing there beside him trying to work it. Clem said "Get behind him, Josh. Reach around and grab it and pound away. Use your other hand to reach around his waist, like giving him a hug from behind. That'll make him go quicker." Clem didn't really believe that, but he wanted to get Josh more horned. He knew when he had a plaything, and Josh was going to be it. Josh had never experienced anything quite like this. Ricky's body was hot -- literally and figuratively. He pulled up close to his butt, so close his bone in his pants was poking it. "Quit poking my butt!" Ricky growled. Clem grinned. "Yeah, you might find a hot dog poking back." Tip knew this was the time to come clean. "Umm...Clem, I have to tell you something about that. It's my fault but I was making Ricky do some squat walking and they came out." "Did you poke them back in him or did you make him eat them?" "Well, about that: some dog ran up and grabbed them and ran off." Buck spoke up hastily...too hastily. "That's the truth, Clem. Honest. I was right there when it happened. I think I've seen that dog passing through our yard before." Clem's face darkened with rage. In a cold voice he asked "What are you trying to do to this family? I'm the one that's the head of the family now that our father's gone. Why would you lie, and Buck why would you want to back him up?" Things might have gotten worse, but at that moment as Josh hugged Ricky and jacked him big time, Ricky shouted "I'm going to cum! Where the hell's my glass?" "You're holding it, asshole" Clem said. They all laughed and the situation seemed to defuse. As Ricky finished cuming, Josh released, and reluctantly stepped back. It had felt great having his dick rubbing that butt. His briefs were damp with precum, and his dick had never been harder. He wondered if he could actually eat being this horned up. Clem checked out the glass. "You'll need one more shot tonight to fill it. After that, no more jackoffs until you're over the suspension. You want to eat first?" "Yeah. Just keep pee-pee pants away from me. I think he enjoyed giving me a hand job entirely too much." Then looking at Josh he said "And he's got a big wet spot on the front of his pants. I'll bet anything that if we check, it sure ain't pee-pee this time." "Watch your mouth, Ricky, or I'll put something in it to keep you quiet," Clem said. "Josh is our guest, and you don't insult guests in this house. In fact, he'll sit next to you at the table. And by that I mean RIGHT next to you, so your bodies touch because the chairs are so close." Once they were seated and the hot dogs and fixings were served, Josh realized Ricky actually exuded heat as he sat there. It was like he had a furnace in his body. Josh thought this was kind of nice. He felt his bone drip again. The other three brothers made comments to each other but Ricky surprised Josh when he said "You know I tattooed your brother after the Grove Hill game last weekend?" "Troy? No, I didn't see him. I knew he was here but he sort of disappeared." Ricky smiled proudly. "I tattooed the word `dork' on the head of his penis. I did a damned good job, if I do say so myself." Clem overheard this. "Ricky, you better watch your mouth or we'll find a way to close it." Then remembering one of the terms of Ricky's sentence, he asked "Is that thing hard? You damn sure better not let it start to get soft. What about that Josh, is it hard? Check it out." Josh reached over and felt it. It was actually going soft, but he gave it some squeezes and Ricky boned up. Josh kept his hand there, grasping it. It felt good. He liked the warmth and the strength. He had never had a chance like this before, to really play with someone and not get in trouble. He nodded to Clem. "He's staying hard." "Can you eat one handed?" "I guess so." "Well keep your hand there and do whatever you want. As soon as we are through we need to get another shot from Ricky. That cum is drying up again." The glass sat on the table in front of Ricky. It had sunk down a little while they'd been eating. Josh liked the feel of Ricky's dick. He was happy. He was also dripping almost continuously. A few minutes later Clem called the two of them up on the table. The plates had been cleared away and the night's program was about to begin. Josh was so excited -- he had never been a part of anything like this before. He got in position behind Ricky, ready to reach around and work his dick with one hand and his nipples with the other. Fortunately hugging Ricky like this would keep his erection out of sight. Of course all the others had noticed it, as well as the pool of precum that swelled out on the front of his pants. The dick was slick enough to get to work on right away. Now Josh was developing a nice rhythm. If he had the chance to do it again later, he'd know right away what got the best results. But he still liked playing around the head, touching the piss slit, tugging on the circumcision scar flab of skin that sent Ricky into orbit. Ricky started in on him right away. "When I get the chance, I'm going to tattoo your butt, you shit! I'll write "Fuck" on your left cheek and "Me" on your right, and put a little arrow at the base of your spine pointing down." "Shut up, Ricky" Buck said. Ricky started berating Josh some more. Clem said "Josh, put your underwear in Ricky's mouth. That'll shut him up." Ricky still didn't stop. "I don't want pee-pee's shorts in my mouth, especially since we've seen him flood the front of his pants with precum!" "Off, Josh! Now!" Clem meant business. Josh stopped working on Ricky and pulled off his pants. As he started pulling down his briefs, Clem reached up on the table and took his pants away. "Now stuff your briefs in Ricky's mouth and then get back to working on his bone." Josh did. Ricky looked at him murderously as he stuffed them in. Josh winked. "All the way in, now, and then keep your mouth closed." Josh was happy to give commands. Then he looked at Clem. "What about my pants?" "You just keep working. You don't need pants. And leave your t-shirt on. That helps show off your dick and balls. If you're totally naked, people don't know what to look at. But with only a t-shirt on, it centers their eyes down on the good stuff." Josh got back to work. His bone kept bumping and rubbing Ricky's butt. Josh lined himself up so that his bone slid along Ricky's crack. It was a great feeling. Tip noticed and nudged Clem who nodded. They would give Josh just enough rope to get addicted to this stuff, and they'd reel him in. Across town, Squirt eyed the locked bathroom door from where he lay on the bed. Gunter had been in there just the right time to be reaching a climax. Squirt crept quietly over, and looked through each of the two tiny holes he had made. He had guessed right. Gunter was straddling the basin, pounding his meat and jamming his balls against the rim. From careful observation, Squirt could accurately judge when the great moment was coming. He saw Gunter, buck naked, start to rise on his toes and increase his jacking speed to a fury. Squirt was ready. Still watching, he began pounding furiously on the door. "Gunter! Let me in! I've got to go bad! Gunter!" Gunter couldn't stop. But he obviously wasn't enjoying his great moment any more. Breathless he gasped "Wait!" (gasp) "Just a..." (gasp) (moan) "second, Squirt." Squirt dissolved in silent mirth. These were the moments that made being a little brother worth it. Back in the Semmes household, Ricky had managed the necessary shot to fill the small juice glass. Josh enjoyed every moment of it, and hadn't wanted to stop when Ricky came. Now they were in the bathroom, preparing Ricky for a bedtime bath. Ricky stood in the tub and Josh got in there with him. The others stood around watching and smiling. Josh was embarrassed his erection was as bad as ever. He had removed his t-shirt. "Soap him up, Josh. Grab a bar of soap and start lathering him. Show us what a jock like you can do with that body at his disposal." Josh took a deep breath as he prepared the lather, and asked "Do I get my clothes back?" "While you're in the shower? They'd be soaking wet. What's wrong with you, man?" That was Buck. He was enjoying the sight of Josh's body as it moved. He liked the way his bone kept accidentally touching Ricky. Clem held the paddle. He slapped it against his hand a couple of times. "Get to work, Josh. Time's a wasting." Josh started in. It was great to feel the muscles, to make Ricky raise his arms or lean over to wash his ass. At one point Ricky mumbled to him "If that pecker of yours goes off on me, I swear to god I'll bust you in half, not matter what my brothers do to me." "Just spread your legs, Ricky, so I can get your balls." Josh had to admit to himself that he really got off on this. He carefully scrubbed the sack, then tried to separate the balls and then took the bone and soaped it up for the second time. The Vaseline was hard to get off. This was real power, holding Ricky's bone and doing anything he wanted with it. Ricky's bone, like Josh's, just didn't want to go down. It slapped Josh every time he turned around, and when he was washing Ricky's balls it bobbed around his face. The balls were big, naturally, but somewhat slack after so many orgasms. The hair felt good on them. Josh pulled a little on the hairs, getting a grumble out of Ricky. After a little while, Josh figured they were through. Looking at Clem, he asked "Anything else before we stop?" Clem slapped the paddle again. "Who said anything about stopping?" He tossed Josh a scrub brush, one with stiff bristles. "Ricky, get down on all fours. Josh you start scrubbing him. He doesn't stand up again until I say he's clean." As he started in, Josh realized how stiff the bristles were. Even with light scrubbing they made red marks on Ricky's skin. He was crouched down behind him, reaching around to get under him to do his stomach. Ricky winced. Tip began laughing because it looked like Josh was corn-holing him. Clem said "Do his crack. Get that brush up and down his crack until it shines!" Josh felt torn. He never carried a grudge for long, and he didn't enjoy making Ricky suffer any longer, but this was so hot he almost felt like jacking off in front of everybody just to get relief. Here he was doing anything he wanted to Ricky's body. It's true he was sort of a prisoner of Clem's too, at least for the moment, but this was just too hot. He stopped and stuck his finger up Ricky's butt. He had never dared to do that to a guy before. It was great. Ricky growled and his brothers burst out laughing. "That's it, Josh. Use some imagination!" Josh climbed on Ricky's back and reached under him to pinch his nipples. Ricky tried to shake him off, and Josh grabbed the brush and started in on his chest. Then getting further back, he reached under him and grabbed his bone and pulled it backward so it stuck out his rear, separating his balls as Josh pulled and pushed on it. The brothers were falling out laughing. "Jam your finger up his ass some more!" Tip called out. "Try two fingers this time. Soap `em up and have at it, Josh!" "Yeah!" Buck chimed in. "Keep that bone pointed backward and use your other hand to ram two fingers up him. Then wiggle `em. Put on a show, Josh, let Ricky perform!" Josh loved it, but Ricky was growling low and deep under his breath. Josh knew that after tonight he'd have to avoid Ricky for a while. He wasn't sure how to work the two fingers in, since this was new to him. He used his middle finger to start and his index finger slightly behind it. When the middle finger got started in, he pushed it down to open the hole better and slid the second finger in on top of the first. At that point Josh felt Ricky's ass muscles tighten, and Ricky threw back his head in protest. To make him stop that, Josh pulled his bone further back. Then he rotated his fingers inside Ricky. Ricky roared like a lion and bucked like a bronco. His brothers cheered Josh on. "Hump his back!" one of them called. Josh was so caught up in the moment he didn't notice which one. "Climb up on his back and ride him. Pump it on his back!" The shower water was cascading down over them, soap suds were everywhere, and Josh let go of Ricky's bone and pulled his fingers out. He looked at them and realized he needed to clean them. Part of Ricky had come off on them and it looked stinky. "Stick your fingers in Ricky's mouth!" "Make him clean them off; it's his shit on them!" "Climb on his back and grab his head and push your fingers around into his mouth!" Josh wondered if Ricky would try to bite them off, but this was too awesome to pass up. He felt a real surge of confidence as he straddled Ricky's back and leaned forward, pushing his fingers into Ricky's mouth. His brothers shouted "Clean `em good, Ricky!" "We're gonna check them and if they're not clean, we'll dig a pile of stuff out of your hole for you to suck!" Actually Ricky was sucking pretty good. Josh wondered if somehow he could get Ricky to give him a blow job. Also he wondered if he could get his fingers up Ricky's butt again. That was real control when he had them up there. His mind raced with all sorts of possibilities. Riding Ricky in the shower was like riding a stallion in the rain. His brothers were cheering him on; it was like coming in first in a classic horse race. Josh humped his back, grabbed Ricky's nipples under him as he pumped, and (surprising himself) he made a pretend bite on Ricky's neck. He didn't break the skin, but that got more cheers. Also it got a real snarl from Ricky. He tried it again and left teeth marks and a red hicky. But it couldn't last forever. Josh finally called out "I'm going to cum!" "Go for it!" "Shoot your load!" "Cream him, Josh!" Josh reared back as he began to shoot and started pumping it for all he was worth. He didn't think he had ever shot so much. He whacked it fiercely, continuously, and shot after shot poured out. When it was over, he flopped down on Ricky's back exhausted. He lay there as the water continued to come down. They all came over and congratulated him. Finally he washed the cum off and got up. Ricky was still down on all fours. Clem leaned in close. "You want to stay there, Ricky? Because if you do, we'll let Josh clean out your ass again. Maybe three fingers this time." Ricky made deep angry sounds, but he stood up. Josh saw his bone was as hard as ever. He noted again that it sure seemed long. And earlier on the table when he was ready to shoot, Josh would have sworn it actually grew another inch. He admired the power behind that thing. "OK Josh, you dry off Ricky. Do it good. Thoroughly, completely, so that if I ran my hands over his body there wouldn't be even a drop of moisture." Josh had just finished drying off. His dick, after firing off that big load, was slowly going down, but he knew if he started rubbing all over Ricky it would get hard again. He looked around for a fresh towel. "That's OK, Josh, use the towel you've got." "But this one is wet --" The smack of the paddle hitting Clem's palm made Josh jump. "Is that how you treat everything? Someone tells you to do something and right away you start to argue? If you can't get started, I can work that butt of yours with this paddle and see if it improves your response time." Clem was beginning to scare Josh, so he hurried over and began to dry Ricky off. But with a towel that was already wet, it was taking a lot longer to get him dry. Josh suddenly realized that that was the point of what Clem was doing. It would take more rubbing, more drying, more scrubbing with the towel, to get him dry. Josh sighed and realized his dick was now totally hard. What was worse was that he kept unconsciously touching himself. It just felt so good he couldn't help it. He knew they could see it. Clem and Tip talked outside the bathroom. Clem said "I think if we draw him in enough, we can have him fucking Ricky by Thursday night." Tip looked shocked. "Ricky's our brother!" "He's fucked us up enough to deserve it" Clem said. "Clem I agree we can see a real attachment there. But this Josh is too shy, too inexperienced to try anything like that. We can use him in other ways." "How?" Clem was interested. "I think Ricky's getting attached to him although he doesn't realize it himself. He couldn't stop trying to needle Josh or pick on him. That's always been Ricky's first sign of attraction." "Think you could use some charm to get Josh coming back?" Clem accepted the fact that Tip was the sexiest of the brothers, the one with the most animal magnetism and the best body. He had the muscles and the charm. Tip grinned. Praise always turned him on. "I can try." They went back in. Buck had kept watch while they were outside. Josh was carefully polishing Ricky's crotch, his balls, and pulling gently but diligently on his dick. Ricky was still rock hard. Josh seemed to almost put his face in the way of it as he dried Ricky off. "Come on up front" Clem said. "Ricky can stand by the window in case anybody cuts through the yard." Turning to Ricky he looked deliberately at his erection as he said "Stand in profile, straight and erect, right?" Up front Josh again asked, "Can I get my pants back now?" He had pulled off his T when he got in the shower, and he had it back on now. His shoes and socks were there. Clem nodded to Tip, who put his hand on Josh's shoulder. Josh inadvertently trembled. Tip kept his hand there and leaned in close. "You did a great job tonight. Can you come back tomorrow afternoon after school? We're going to do more stuff to Ricky, and you could help. Also if you come, you can have some time alone with him to play around any way you want." That synched it for Josh. More than anything he wished he could grab his dick right then and squeeze it, because this was the most intensely sexual moment he had ever had. The hand on his shoulder was running a magic energy through his body. His voice was so husky he could hardly talk. "Yes. That would be good. Thanks." His mind was whirling. His eyes almost went out of focus. "Good. Then we'll need you to do one more thing to show you are part of us, something in front of the family to show your loyalty." "Then could I get my pants back?" "Yes." "What is it I have to do?" Ricky was standing on the table. Tip moved his hand from Josh's shoulder to his butt. He rested it there as he said "Go over to Ricky and kiss him on the dick." Clem and Buck knew what Tip was saying to Josh. Only Ricky didn't know, and he was glaring at the window almost daring anybody to walk by. Josh was speechless. He knew this was a defining moment. Tonight had given him opportunities he never dreamed of. It gave him something he realized he had been wanting all his life. He looked at Tip, searching his face. Tip patted his butt gently, then whispered "Go ahead. You've jerked it, you've stroked it, you've washed it, you've played with it, you've caressed it. Now give it a goodnight kiss. You don't have to suck it, just kiss it." As if he were in a trance, Josh walked over to the table. Clem and Buck grinned secretly. He placed his hands on the table, pushed himself up, and kissed Ricky's dick on the head. "What the hell?" Ricky almost jumped down, but fortunately he remembered the rules. He wasn't supposed to get down without permission. "Ricky, get down and kneel in front of Josh and return the favor." "Like hell I will!" Clem came over with the paddle. "Don't, Clem. Please man. I don't kiss other people's dicks, they kiss mine. Please Clem, I can't take another beating after all I've been through; my butt's too sore. Don't make me do that." Clem raised the paddle. Ricky got down from the table. He looked at his brother with tears in his eyes. Clem just stood there. Ricky dropped to his knees. Slowly he kissed Josh on the dick. "Now it's time to tie you in bed for the night, Ricky. Josh, your pants are in a chair by the door. We'll look for you tomorrow." Josh hesitated, then in a small voice he asked "My underwear?" "Sorry Josh. We have to keep them for Ricky to suck on. You know how that goes. He's sucking all your good juices inside him. It helps the two of you become one." Josh sighed and pulled on his pants. His mother was bound to ask him about the missing underwear. But he'd think of something. In a lot of ways he hated to say goodnight. He looked over at Ricky, but Ricky had dropped his head and wouldn't return the look. Then he looked at Tip, who reached out and touched his shoulder. Their eyes met. Something deep inside Josh stirred. Wordlessly he went out into the night. As he got to the sidewalk and looked back, he knew his life had changed in important ways, but he wasn't exactly sure what all that was. But he was sure of one thing: he wanted to jerk off as much as possible the minute he got home. --- --- --- --- (End of Chapter Twenty-one)