Date: Tue, 18 Jul 2023 17:23:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Mark Tholtow <markmanscooter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Our Sons College Tournament - Chapter 8

Our Son's College Tournament: Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: Adventures in Babysitting
Part One: Cat & Mouse

"So, how did it happen last night?" Aaron asked Brett as he drove from
campus to the warehouse district part of town where Cell Block 13 was
located. It was about 9:00 - early for a typical clubbing start time, but
this was a big night. Aaron knew the club would be at capacity soon.

They had both been silent for the first five minutes of the twenty-minute
ride. Aaron was dressed in his black tuxedo. He was shirtless and was
wearing a white phantom of the opera mask. His exposed eye was covered in
multicolored, glittery make up. He had understood the assignment.

Brett didn't own a tuxedo. He had only decided to go to the club this
afternoon after learning that Jake was going to fill in as a go-go
dancer. He'd asked Aaron for a ride under the guise that filming Jake in
the golden cage could be a hilarious, viral social media post - a plan that
made very little sense to Aaron.

Brett's family in Australia was originally Scottish so he owned a
traditional kilt. The specific tartan fabric associated with his family
line just registered as generically plaid to everyone else. He'd had to
wear it when he flew back to his cousin's wedding so was now using the
entire outfit as his required costume.  Aaron had suggested going
shirtless, but Brett's elaborate beach scene tattoo was too well-known as
he spent much of his campus party time shirtless and was uncomfortable
about potentially being recognized. His unrelated Thor mask from their frat
house Halloween party sat on his lap as they rode. It was a combination
that was almost right but not quite. It was hot though with his long blonde
hair and muscular surfer build. The mask just covered his eyes and the top
part his nose. He was happy it was still convenient for drinking. He felt
the need to imbibe.

"How did WHAT happen last night?" Brett asked, turning his head toward
Aaron who was keeping his eyes on the road.

"How did you and Jake end up hooking up last night?" Aaron clarified.

"WHAT?!" Brett said in a voice that simultaneously sounded shocked, angry,
and embarrassed all at once. "What the fuck, Mate?! Why would you say
that?!"

Aaron just turned toward Brett to make eye contact and raised his right
eyebrow as if to say, "c'mon, Bro."

"What??!" Brett asked again in an exasperated tone. "Wait, did Jake tell
you? That arsehole. How could he...why would he tell you...Fuck. It's not
what you think. It just..." he trailed off, searching for the right way to
continue when Aaron finally interrupted.

"Jake didn't tell me. He would never-" Aaron started and then smiled to
himself when he realized Jake absolutely would have either intentionally
told Aaron - or someone else - or would have accidentally let it
slip. Maybe, now that he was trying to lead the straight and narrow life -
or at least give that impression here on campus, he'd have been more
careful.

"Well, he did. He was-" Brett started, misinterpreting Aaron's response
that 'Jake would never' to insinuate that Jake would never mess around with
a guy. "Wait, if he didn't tell you, who did?"

Aaron smiled to himself, keeping his eyes on the road again. "Nobody told
me shit...until you just did."

Brett started to open his mouth to protest but couldn't form a sentence as
his brain was realizing that he'd just unnecessarily admitted it and
confirmed Aaron's suspicions. He hated himself in that moment.  He suddenly
didn't want to go anymore. He didn't want to be in the car with Aaron
anymore. He was panicking in his head. Why had he just admitted it? Why
didn't he just start off denying it - or just said nothing? How could he
have fucked this up? He just sat and thought for a minute, staring out at
the city lights. "How did you know?" He finally asked.

"Dude - you're skipping a sorority party to go film a guy dancing almost
naked at Cell Block 13. And you're wearing a..."

"You better not be about say anything other than 'kilt'" Brett interrupted
angrily.

"A kilt." Aaron revised and continued. "For a guy you just met two days ago
who spent the night in your room."

"Mate, it's not like that." Brett started.

"What's it like then?" Aaron asked. "I can see it on your face when you
talk about him. I get it. Jake is...charming."

"Yeah, he told me about you two in high school." Brett said.

"Oh, yeah?" Aaron replied, looking over at Brett away from the road. "What
did he tell you?"

"He told me about how you...you know." Brett said and paused.

"You know, what?" Aaron asked, genuinely curious about what Jake had said.

"You know...that you offered to...after a party once in high school. He was
horny after some girl and how you offered to...well, not just offered...how
you actually did..."

"Did what?" Aaron asked, now smirking at how wildly inaccurate the facts of
this anecdote were.

"You know...you gave him a gobber." Brett finally got out.

"A what?" Aaron asked.

"A gobber. You know - a blow job. You sucked his donger." Brett said in an
accusatory manner as if Aaron would be embarrassed to have sucked cock.

"Is that right?" Aaron said trying hard not to laugh.

"What? You didn't?" Brett asked. "He said you did. I mean it's not like you
wouldn't want to probably, right? He's a right good-looking bloke and all,
and you..."

"So you think he's good looking?" Aaron asked now just playing with Brett
like a cat with a mouse.

"Uh...yeah. Anybody can see that. I'm not fucking blind. I can tell who's
good looking and who's not.  You're good looking too. Brad Pitt is good
looking. What the fuck?"

'Where to start?' Aaron thought.

"So you think Brad Pitt is hot?" Aaron said as if that were the significant
take-away from Brett's outburst.

"What? I didn't say 'hot' I said good looking. He's a bloody movie star,
for fuck's sake."

"And you think I'm good looking too. Thanks, Bro. You're a hot guy,
yourself. But you know that too. You have a mirror."

"Wait. How-" Brett started but wasn't sure how this conversation had taken
this turn. He was momentarily less panicked about admitting to some kind of
sexual encounter with Jake. "So DID you?"

"Did I what?" Aaron asked even though he knew.

"Did you suck Jake's cock?" Brett asked as if keeping the subject on their
encounter was a court room strategy.

"Yes. Absolutely. I absolutely sucked Jake's cock. It's awesome isn't it?
He's got a great dick. Beautiful really, the way it curves up like a-"

"Banana." Brett blurred out and then wanted to die.

"Exactly. He's got a good one, right?" Aaron said. Brett was predictably
silent. "C'mon, Bro. Tell me I'm wrong. We've both seen a lot of 'em. He's
got a good one." He looked over at Brett as if he wasn't going to look back
at the road until Brett provided a response.

"I guess." Brett said, looking straight ahead out at the lights.

"You guess?" Aaron said. "Fuck. Let me tell you - as someone who's
undoubtedly seen way more than you - you've probably only seen boners in
porn right? Unless you jerked off with your buddies or something - but
still, that's a limited sample. I've seen a lot of boners and Jake's is
grade A. You know what I'm talking about now. It's nice to have someone
else who knows. We're like in the secret club now, you and me. Don't
worry. I get it. Your secret's safe with me. You'd be surprised how many
dude's secrets I have to keep."

"Really?" Brett said. "Like who?" He added. He was desperate to know he was
not the only member of this down low club. Aaron just gave him a look. "Oh,
right. Sorry."

"You're not alone, Bro. There's lots of curious dudes out there. So many it
seems normal. It's college. Go fucking crazy, you know?" He could sense
Brett's panic and was trying keep him tethered to earth. "You two enjoyed
yourselves, right?"

Brett was silent for a minute, weighing the impact of admitting to more,
against wanting to just tell someone about it. He'd been thinking about it
all day. He'd wanted to jerk off reliving it all day but never had the
opportunity. He wanted to take his time and savor the memory and not just
knock one out.  Aaron seemed like a safe haven. It wasn't like they weren't
already friends.

"Lance can't find out. Or any of the brothers." Brett said wanting to
reiterate his desperate need to keep this between them. Aaron wanted to
say, 'you'd be surprised about some of your brothers' but kept that to
himself. He just smiled and nodded reassuringly. "It was hot, Mate. I'm not
gonna lie. Really hot."  Brett finally responded.

"So that was your first time?" Aaron asked.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Never done that...anything like that before."

"The first time is always hot. Nervous though - but hot." Aaron said
conspiratorially even though he barely remembered his first time; it had
been so long ago.

"Yeah, the second time was way better. Just more fun - you know? I wasn't
just constantly saying to myself, 'I can't believe I'm doing this' you
know?"

Aaron smiled again. This was almost too easy. He kept letting the mouse
loose, but it was so easy to just put his paw down on his tail
again. "Yeah, you could really enjoy it more once you'd gotten past that
initial freak out."

"I know. Right?" Brett said. His guard was coming way down now.

"Was Jake good at it?" Aaron asked absolutely knowing the answer he was
about to receive.

"Better than any bird, Mate." Brett said and looked out the window as
though he were reliving it at that moment. Aaron wondered if he was getting
hard under his kilt.

"Yeah he's got some skills." Aaron confirmed.

"Yeah, he told me he tried it on you back then. Said he felt bad not
helping you out too. He said you're so big that if he could get yours in
his mouth, he could do anybody."

"He said, 'he tried?'" Aaron asked almost choking trying to stifle a
laugh. "Yeah, he gave it a try. Turns out he's a natural at it."

"He must be. It was...awesome." Brett said.

"So, did you guys just...swap head?" Aaron asked. "You guys didn't..." he
added but stopped. He didn't want to freak Brett out. He just made the
fucking symbol with his index finger through the circle of his other
hand. Brett's eyes got wide.

"Oh, fuck no, Mate. None of that shit. We're not..." he stopped himself
before offending Aaron. They road in silence for a couple more
minutes. "But Jake did do this thing with his tongue...on my..." he paused,
unsure now why he'd decided to offer up this additional detail. Aaron
looked over at him. "You know." Then he whispered, "my ass."

Aaron couldn't help but let out a laugh now. Brett looked confused. "Is
that weird?"

"Nope. That's standard operating procedure." Aaron said reigning in his
amusement. "And you liked that?"

"Bloody Hell - it was amazin'- never felt anything like it. We were...you
know...doing it...sucking each other - in a sixty-nine. I was just still
trying to get his whole knob down as far as I could. It's a different angle
from that position and he was like way back there, going at my bollocks. He
took 'em in his mouth.  Not together - one at a time, you know? No girl's
ever paid any attention to 'em before. Felt so amazin' - anyway, then he
goes back even further and was sucking on that spot behind 'em and all of a
sudden I was like, 'Bloody Hell! What's this now?' You know?"

"Oh, I know. Believe me. Nothing like a good rim job." Aaron added.

"No shit. I coulda cum from just that. Actually, the first time I did."
Brett said. Aaron smiled again. Brett would make a terrible witness on the
stand - just offering up additional juicy details like 'the first time.'

"So where did you end up...you know...relieving yourselves? You guys didn't
swallow, did you?"

"Fuck no." Brett said quickly. "We're not...We just shot on each other. He
came on my face, the cheeky fucker. That was gross." Aaron laughed; this
did not surprise him. "I came on that fucking lightning bolt."

"The first time." Aaron said smiling. Brett blushed. "So, is it true that
you guys go commando under those kilts?

"Bloody Hell, right, Mate!" Brett said and he pulled up the many folds of
heavy fabric to expose his boner and his newly trimmed blonde man
bush. Aaron stared. He got chubby in his pants and was suddenly jealous
that Jake got to play with this Stud. He swerved slightly and then got
control of his lane again. Now it was Brett's turn to laugh. He liked
having that effect on someone - even a guy. He was suddenly feeling ok
again - even a little cocky. He wanted to see Jake.


Part Two: Panic at the Disco

"Nice whities, Bro." Aaron said to Leo as he stepped up to the long
stainless-steel urinal next to him and started to undo the front of his
pants. Aaron saw him climb down from his cage and head toward the largest
restroom, so he excused himself from his bar stool next to Brett and
followed him in.

The place was less crowded than the dance floor but the line up at the
urinal trough was full of a row of guys standing behind waiting. On a
normal night guys would be using the stalls to take a piss too, but things
were hopping early tonight, and the stalls were already full of guys making
out, or snorting stuff off each other, or on their knees with a stranger -
so their availability was already limited and unpredictable - a phenomenon
usually reserved for closer to bar time. Aaron intentionally waited behind
the guy to Leo's left so he could conveniently stand next to him - on the
side where his flaccid dick wouldn't be hidden by his hand. He wanted to
check up on him - but also wanted to check him out.

Leo was standing in his sneakers and just his "Y" front jockey briefs. His
Mardi Gras mask was pulled up to the top of his head. His legs were spread
wide, and he was holding the waistband of his briefs down under his scrotum
as he pissed into the ice that lined the bottom, instead of using the
diagonal fly for its intended purpose. Does anyone actually use the fly in
tighty whities?

Aaron was initially confused when he figured out that Leo and Jake had
switched costumes, but it hadn't taken him long. He had been intimately
familiar with Jake's body for a couple of years so easily put two and two
together when he saw them both dancing in the gold cages. For one thing, he
knew Leo would never consent to having a butt plug tail, and even though
Jake's newly shaved body came as a surprise, Aaron recognized his strong
shoulders and round ass from behind. The fact that Jake had added some bulk
since high school only made him more attractive - the tradeoff of athletic
definition for beefy manliness.

Aaron glanced over quickly to check out Leo's equipment. They'd been
friends through Eric since the beginning of the school year, but because
they lived in suite-style rooms and Leo used the team locker rooms instead
of the university's gym showers, Aaron had never seen him undressed. His
big cock twitched at the sight of Leo's dense black pubes below his lean,
tight abs. Leo's manhood was worth a gander as well. He was no porn star -
at least in his flaccid state, taking a leak, but the entire package was
nothing to sneeze at either and was what Aaron liked to call
'pretty'. Leo's penis was simply a good- looking version of the organ -
like the encyclopedic standard of the ideal. Aaron called these "Goldie
Locks" dicks - not too big, not too small - just right.

Aaron felt his dick start to grow and decided to forgo any further
discussion since that was a clear violation of the man code to start with
and there was a line behind them. Leo glanced over at Aaron's fatty as he
relieved himself. His eyes got wide. Aaron was used to that reaction, but
he still enjoyed it, especially from hot straight guys like Leo.

"Damn." Leo said under his breath. He caught Aaron's eyes and blushed and
quickly turned his head back to face the wall of advertising in front of
them. "It's amazing how fast I got used to just walking around in my
underwear. I'd sort of forgotten that until you just mentioned it."

"Why'd you switch costumes with Jake? And how'd you come up with this one?
Those aren't your actual underwear, are they? You don't shop at Walmart?"
Aaron asked laughing, which made his piss stream bounce around
erratically. He was happy the conversation was distracting him from his
arousal though.

"It was that fucking tail." Leo said. "Did you see that shit?"

"Yeah. That's really committing to the part." Aaron said. "Did they have
that here? It's not like Jake had that packed in his backpack." He glanced
down again to watch Leo casually milking the last drops of piss from his
pretty prick and shaking it off. Then he let his waistband snap back up
over his bush. He reached in to adjust his junk.

"Fuck!" Leo said staring down at his crotch.

"What happened?" Aaron said shaking his own hose off and now looking down
at Leo's crotch as well, happy to be given an excuse to do so.

"Didn't shake it off enough." Leo said watching the small circle of wetness
that had formed at the tip of his perfect, circumcised head. It was dark
and about the size of a quarter. "I fucking hate that. Of all the times to
get a fucking piss stain. Fuck!"

"Dude. Chill. You just gave a boner to every guy in here who's been
fantasizing about getting a golden shower from you while you danced."

Leo looked up at Aaron with a shocked expression. "Is that really a thing?"

"You'd be surprised."

"Damn. That's gross." Leo said.

"Yup." Aaron said shrugging. "There're a lot of kinky fuckers." He'd been
asked to piss on a fair number of guys. It didn't do much for him, but he
didn't mind it either. Whatever gets you off.

They both turned to go to the sinks when Leo began to get accosted by guys
in line behind them who recognized his mask and his body now that he was
facing them. Aaron blocked several hands as they attempted to feel Leo up
and slip their fingers in his waistband or grab his ass. Leo looked
panicked at first and then tensed up and instinctively made a fist as his
body naturally went into fight or flight mode when he felt
vulnerable. Aaron saw the stress building fast and wanted to prevent an
incident. He moved to step in front of Leo, put his arm around his
shoulder, and quickly escorted him out of the restroom. Once they were back
out in the crowd, he led Leo over to the employee-only corridor behind the
back bar. Brandon smiled and nodded at him on the way past. Brett was
watching the other cage dancers and didn't notice.

"Damn. Thanks, Dude. What the fuck was that? Those guys were fucking
assholes." Leo said.

"There's an employee bathroom back here. Don't use that public one
again. They should have told you.  It's only gonna get worse as all those
guys get drunker. You're making them horny. Plus, tonight's set up to be a
sort of free for all. They're crazy out there."

"No shit!" Leo said. "Thank you. I owe you." Aaron's mind raced to how he
could collect that debt. He felt it between his legs, but ignored the
temptation to suggest the simple solution of offering Leo a blow job even
though it seemed like win-win scenario. He knew that would not be received
well and would decimate the goodwill he'd been afforded by all of Eric's
friends. They didn't care that he was into guys as long as he wasn't into
them.

"No worries, Man. Gotta take care of my Becker homies." Aaron said instead,
referring to the name of their Dorm.

"That's cool, Bro. Appreciate it more than you know tonight." Leo
reiterated. "How do you know about this back here?"

"You probably don't wanna know." Aaron said laughing. Leo blushed as his
brain immediately formed the image of the bartender they'd seen earlier in
the stock room that had let them all in the back door, on his knees blowing
Aaron.

He suddenly wondered how big Aaron was when he got aroused given the
formidable gift of manhood he'd just seen at the urinal trough. He
remembered that both Eric and Nick had joked about how well- endowed he
was, but he hadn't let his mind wander to what that really meant until
now. That made him think about watching Michael, the other substitute go-go
boy, getting blown by Jordan in the basement and his white briefs began to
tent again.

"You thinking about that bachelorette again?" Aaron asked, noticing his
growing bulge. That memory sent Leo's dick into overdrive and his
full-length boner sprang up and stuck straight out at Aaron who couldn't
help but look down at it. His own cock had now been teased enough and he
could no longer hide his erection either. This was awkward. It stuck out to
the side as though it were going to emerge from his right pocket. He tried
to push it down, but that friction only made it worse.

"Goddammit." Aaron said with the stress of embarrassment in his voice. He
really didn't want to creep Leo out. He liked having Leo as a solid
straight friend on campus. The last thing he wanted was to appear like he
was coming on to him, regardless of his internal lust. He had lots of
internal lust that he kept in check on a daily basis around campus. He had
plenty of options that didn't involve creeping on the straight jocks he
found attractive.

"No worries, Bro." Leo said, looking down at Aaron's tented tux pants. He
recognized Aaron's embarrassment; he'd felt it in the basement and again in
the cage as his body reacted to the sexually- charged environment by giving
him uncontrollable wood. "I get it. I'm standing here in my underwear with
a boner." He added. "Actually, they're not even my underwear. I have a
fucking boner in someone else's underwear that I don't even know. How many
guys have worn these do you think?"

"You probably don't want to know." Aaron said again and laughed. Leo
laughed too, mostly out of the nervous absurdity of this whole situation.

Aaron looked down at Leo's stiff cock inside the briefs and saw it
twitch. "Looks like you've added some...juice to the list of stains down
there."

Leo looked down to see a new wet spot had formed - one that they both knew
from experience would take longer to dry and disappear. "Fuck." He paused
and looked up at the ceiling like he just wanted this to all go away and be
over.

He clasped his fingers together and put them behind his head - a gesture he
made whenever he was thinking and trying to get out of a jam. It was a
gesture that was only making Aaron's predicament worse, seeing Leo's dense
black pits and flexed biceps. He also decided to look up at the ceiling.

 "Why don't you just...you know...knock one out before you go back out
there? It'd keep you from getting so...vulnerable to the situation, so to
speak." Aaron added and paused. "Just go in there for a couple of minutes."
He added, nodding into the single-use restroom and then glanced down at
Leo's bulge. "A couple minutes is probably all you need, right? Just a
quickie. We all have to pound one out quick every now and then to take the
edge off - you know, like when you see a hottie in class, or you're just
too horned up to concentrate to study."

"I hear that." Leo said, still staring at the ceiling but instinctively
thrusting his stiff dick forward.

"Plus it'd keep your...you know...your package plumped up for a while."
Aaron said. "I don't know about you, but mine stays pretty big for a while
after I nut." He paused again. He didn't want to overstep and seem
creepy. He really was just trying help. "I'll leave you here. Head back
when you've...you know...taken care of yourself."

Leo was silent considering this option. He thought it would be a lot better
out there in the cage if he wasn't getting boned up. The situation was
getting the best of him. It was just so crazy to have so many people
watching him - thinking he was sexy. It was like nothing he'd ever
experienced.

Actually, that wasn't true. It was a little like jerking off in the shower
in front of Santiago. He'd started that just to piss him off, but doing it
in front of someone - especially someone who he knew thought he was hot -
was a bit of a turn on. Even doing it in front of Eric in the morning added
an edge of excitement. Maybe he just had an exhibitionist streak in
him. And those bachelorettes. That was crazy.  What if they came back - or
what if there were more of them?

"Maybe you're right. Maybe it would be easier if I just took the edge
off. I don't know why this is happening so bad." Then his voice got
quiet. "I already rubbed one out today...this morning before I got out of
bed." He added and then finally looked down and made eye contact with
Aaron. "You know how mornings are." He paused again. "I wasn't expecting
this to make me feel so...sexual. I thought it would just be a job."

"I get it. It hot being admired." Aaron said. "And just dancing, if you're
not used to it, can add to that...feeling of freedom. Maybe you need a beer
too. Something to relax you. I'll get you one and bring it to the cage."

"Thanks, Bro. That would probably help. I feel...I'm not sure
what...like...overstimulated or something."

"No worries, Man." Aaron said. "I got you. I'm the one that got you into
this. You stay here and...you know. I'll see you out there. Your break's
almost over."

"Thanks. You're a cool guy, Aaron. I really appreciate it." Aaron just
nodded and turned to walk back down the hall to the door that opened out
into the chaos of the club. He was smiling. "What about you?  You gonna
just go back out there like that?" Leo added nodding down to Aaron's
crotch.

"Um. Yeah. I'll wait by the door and see if it'll...go down. I'll think
about my grandma." Aaron said and laughed. Then he looked around. "Maybe
there's a storeroom that's unlocked. I could take the edge off too."

"Dude. Just come in here with me. Won't be the first time. It's just gonna
take like a minute. It's no big deal." Leo said and held the bathroom door
open for Aaron to join him. "Well, in your case, maybe it is a big deal."
He added and laughed. That made Aaron laugh, mostly out of nervous
tension. He walked in and Leo looked for the deadbolt, but the room didn't
lock.

"They took the lock off." Aaron said. "Too much shit was going on in here."

"Sex?" Leo asked.

"And blow - the other kind." Aaron said laughing.

Leo shrugged and leaned up against the wall and pulled his briefs down to
the middle of his thighs.

Aaron stared at it. His body was beautiful. Leo was tall - about 6'-2" -
and had a long, lean torso and thick thighs from playing lacrosse. His
shins were very hairy and the hair on his thighs got more dense in the area
just under his crotch. His balls hung down low and looked like they were
either hairless or he shaved them. His man pubes were dense and black but
not overly bushy, so probably had been trimmed but not recently. His boner
stuck straight out, its single eye looking right at Aaron who watched as
Leo let a big wad of spit slowly fall from between his lips down onto his
hard shaft. He started stroking, just looking down at his own prick as if
Aaron wasn't even in the room.

Aaron was frozen and mesmerized. Leo finally looked up and seemed surprised
that Aaron hadn't released his erection.

"You gonna start? We don't have much time." Leo said as though they were
just getting some menial task done before heading out for the night. Maybe
that's how Leo looked at this, Aaron thought.

"Sorry. This is kind of embarrassing." Aaron said.

"You're embarrassed?" Leo said, laughing. "Eric and Nick told me about your
porn cock over there. I'm the one about to be embarrassed."

"Really?" Aaron said. He was genuinely surprised to learn his manhood had
been a topic of dorm room speculation, especially by two straight guys
who'd been around him in the locker room for years. Those facts tend to get
desensitized over time and ignored. Leo didn't respond. "So...how'd that
come up in conversation?" Aaron asked.

Leo appeared to be searching for the actual source memory. "We were
watching porn. You know, just sitting around - bored - shootin' the
shit. Some dude with a huge fuck stick comes on the screen and somebody
made some comment about it and both Eric and Nick said - like at the same
exact time - 'you should see Aaron's dick' and we were like, 'no way' and
they kept saying, 'no shit...it's huge. It's like a fucking baby's arm,
blah blah blah' and we assumed they were full of shit - or just giving you
shit - like maybe it was actually tiny and you wanted them start some rumor
- although that'd be one dumb fucking rumor 'cause then when people
actually saw it, they'd be even more disappointed."

Aaron smirked - as much at Leo's delivery of that story, as at the actual
contact. "I'm just bigger than they are." Aaron said, because to agree
would have sounded douchey.

"Bullshit." Leo said. "I can tell right now just through your pants. You're
a lucky fucker."

"I'm not sad about it." Aaron said turning his smirk into a full-on smile
and sounding more confident now that it appeared Leo wasn't finding his
arousal a personal affront.

"Just get it over with. Take it out." Leo said. Aaron sensed an air of
anticipation from Leo - like he was actually curious.

That only made Aaron's cock harder. He unbuttoned his shirt, adding to the
suspense of the situation.  He unzipped his pants and let them drop to his
ankles. He was wearing red bikini briefs, like a looser speedo, and his
erection filled up the entire side panel that went across his hip. It
looked like it was almost wrapped around to the side. Aaron pulled them
down to his ankles as well. As he stood back up, his boner swung
dramatically toward the center of his body and bounced around until he
grabbed it to stabilize it in front of him. "Ahhh. That feels so much
better." He gave it a couple of strokes and then pushed down on it with his
thumb to scoop up the string of precum off the end and let it slap back up
against his body. It moved as if it were heavy - rebounding in slow motion.
After a couple of bounces, Aaron held it up against his torso where it
extended up well past his navel.

"Holy. Shit!" Leo said. "They weren't fucking kidding."

"Thanks, Bro." Aaron said as though Leo had complimented him on his
superior golf swing. "Haven't had any complaints yet." He added and then
rolled his eyes at repeating that cliche out of nervousness.

"Really?" Leo said, responding to the actual content of that
statement. "Like, can anybody even...like take all that? Like...you know,
swallow you? Like down to the base? That's the best part - balls deep."

"Yeah, not that many. But when they can. Fuck, yeah. That's the best."
Aaron said wistfully, picturing Jake who was still the most skilled at
taking his entire cock down his throat. He gave his boner a couple more
strokes.

"So, those bachelorettes were crazy." Aaron said. "It was hot watching them
tease you."

"Fuck. That was embarrassing. It was hot as fuck though. I can't believe
they all just fuckin' flashed their tits at me. Every single one of 'em had
a hot pair on 'em, too!" He paused and closed his eyes and pumped his stiff
cock a little faster. Aaron watched as Leo's balls bounced around in his
loose sac. He hadn't jerked off today and was easily being brought to the
edge. "And did you see that one chick - that just stuck her hand right down
her pants. I could almost feel her wet fuckin' pussy watching it." Leo
added and moaned, and he pumped even faster.

"I'm telling you, it's crazy here for this thing. They do it once a
year. It's like Mardi Gras - at least what I've heard. I've never been. I
wanna go. That's why it's cool you have that Mardi Gras mask. It's like it
adds to everyone's decadence or something." Aaron was alternating looking
at Leo's face as he spoke and staring at his junk as he stroked. Leo was
mostly just concentrating on his own boner, so Aaron felt free to
gawk. "I'm getting close."

"Me too."

"Wanna see who can shoot the furthest?" Aaron playfully suggested, as
though they were just two junior high buddies learning to get off together.

"I busted one out this morning so I'm not at full strength." Leo said as
though it was an actual competition. Ever the jock, Aaron thought to
himself and smiled. "You?" Leo added as if assessing his chances of winning
this contest. As he asked, he glanced across the four feet between them and
finally really noticed Aaron's giant porn cock. "Jesus." He added under his
breath. "Seriously, Dude. That's one big fucking dick."

"Uh, thanks." Aaron said, amused. "You got blessed with a good one too."

"Aww shucks, mister. I bet you say that to all the boys." Leo said
laughing.

"I wish I could. They're not all pretty like yours." Aaron said. "Some of
'em are fucking ugly."

"Pretty?" Leo said laughing harder. "Never heard one described that way
before."

"What? You've never described tits as pretty before?" Aaron asked.

"Actually no." Leo said after appearing to genuinely consider how he refers
to good ones. "Nice tits, bangin' tits - although that's more for asses."
He laughed again as he continued to stroke. "Big tits.
Melons. Jugs. Cans. Huge tracts of land." He added laughingly referring to
a Monty Python movie. "Perky tits."

"But aren't some just better-looking versions?" Aaron asked not having ever
thought about it before.

"Ah - you mean 'perfect tits!' - that's what we call the best ones." Leo
said. Aaron smirked at his distinction of 'we' to indicate all straight
boys. "I've never heard anyone call some girl's tits, pretty
before. Weird. They definitely are pretty though. They're God's best work
of art."

"That's what we think about cocks." Aaron said as if this were a debate
about which was better, Coke or Pepsi.

"Dude. Dicks are not pretty. Dicks are fuckin' ugly. I can't believe girls
will stick 'em in their mouth." Leo said.

"Or boys." Aaron said.

"Yeah, no. That's gross. I'm sorry Bro. I just don't get it." Leo said
without any irritation. It was as if he were talking about not liking
mushrooms or anchovies on his pizza. He just didn't understand how anyone
could.

"Well, don't knock it 'til you've tried it."

"No thank you, Bro." Leo said laughing again. "Seriously. What's good about
it?"

"Dude, a cock head is so soft. It feels sooo good in your mouth. And
precum? That shit tastes so good.  You've tasted your own precum, right?"

"Yeah. It's not bad. Not gross anyway." Leo said and blushed and
smiled. "Cum, though. Cum is gross.  I've tried my own. I always think it
would be hot to try tasting it but then the second it comes out, I'm over
it. No interest at all. Is that how it is with you guys too?"

"Nope. That's probably the difference. We still like cum after we've
cum. At least I do. It really depends on what you've eaten though."

"Yeah, I've heard pineapple is good. Is that true?" Leo asked, genuinely
looking for advice for his next date.

"Yeah. It is. Any fruit really. Just stay away from meat - especially like
pepperoni. Pizza's bad in general."

"Bummer. Who doesn't like pizza and sex together?" Leo said laughing.

"Just don't do it in that order." Aaron said, also laughing.

"Yeah, but it's you gotta do it more than once. Like sex, pizza, sex, more
sex, pizza again."

"More sex." Aaron said and they both laughed. Neither of them could believe
they were having so much fun jerking off and talking with someone of the
opposite persuasion so to speak.

"Fuck. I just can't get over how fucking big you are." Leo said. He was
still stroking as he stared at Aaron's boner.

"And I can't believe how pretty yours is." Aaron said and they both laughed
again. "You wanna check it out? Feel it?" Aaron asked. "I'm not being
weird. You just seem curious. I've had a lot of guys ask - even if they
weren't into guys - just because they were curious. I don't mind." He added
as though he was making a sacrifice to help out, and not because having
this hot, straight jock grab his stiff cock wouldn't make his head spin
with horniness.

"Um." Leo said. "Yeah, ok. I am a little curious."

Aaron stepped forward until his boner was right within reach between
them. He thrust his hips forward and held his arms up out of the way. He
smiled at Leo. "Go ahead. I'm cool with it."

"K." Leo said and he reached out and held his hand out flat, palm up. He
guided it under Aaron's firm erection and then wrapped his hand around
it. "Fuck. It's hot." Aaron smiled. "No. Like actually hot - like
temperature hot. I've never noticed mine."

Aaron reached over then and gave a quick squeeze to Leo's
boner. "Yup. Yours is hot too - both kinds."  He smirked. Leo fortunately
didn't take offense even though it made him jump. He just smiled and rolled
his eyes. "You can stroke it if you want. It feels good. Always feels
better when someone else does it."  Aaron added in a low growl.

"Right?" Leo agreed as he held Aaron's fat boner more tightly and started
stroking it up and down - gingerly at first, but then with a little more
gusto.

"Oh, fuck, yeah." Aaron said. He leaned back against the wall and thrust
his pelvis out to let Leo take over.

"Damn. It so huge. I can barely grip it all the way around." Leo said.

Aaron was breathing heavy. "Fuck, that feels soooo good, Bro. You're gonna
make me cum. You better stop." He grabbed Leo's hand to stop the motion but
also held his hand in place so he couldn't let go of his cock.

"You don't wanna cum?" Leo asked. "I thought we were in a hurry."

"Um. I guess. Yeah. Ok. Keep doing it." Aaron said and took his hand off
Leo's wrist.

"Can I just stand behind you?" Leo asked. "I kinda wanna stroke it like it
actually is my dick."

"Ok." Aaron said as calmly as he could even though the idea almost made him
cum just hearing Leo say those words. "I'm not gonna last long."

"Good. I won't wanna do it for very long." Leo said, smirking, but he moved
behind Aaron, so he was up against the wall and reached around to grab
Aaron's rigid prick again, careful not to get too close to Aaron's
body. Aaron was shirtless but his tuxedo jacket was covering his bare
ass. Leo wasn't really close enough to grab Aaron's cock in the way one
needed to - to really stroke it. Aaron instinctively just stepped back so
that his back and ass were right up against Leo, pushing him against the
wall.

"Whoa, Dude!" Leo said.

"Isn't that better for your grip? I could feel it was too far away." Aaron
said as though he were doing Leo a favor.

"Ok. I guess." Leo said as he reached around again and grabbed Aaron's
cock. He felt it up and down first as though he really was picturing it as
his own. He ran his fingers through Aaron's prickly blonde pubes and then
slid his hand down to feel what Aaron's balls felt like in his hand. He
gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Oh, fuck. I love that." Aaron said. "You know what feels good. That's why
guys are good at this."

Leo let go. The idea that he was good at it freaked him out a little, but
this position also felt good. His own stiff cock was lodged between Aaron's
smooth, bare ass cheeks, yet it was hidden from sight beneath the black
jacket. Aaron was instinctively squeezing them together and it felt warm
and tight around his erection. He was so horny. He wanted to feel that big
boner again and fantasize that he had a massive porn star cock and was
stroking off in front of the bachelorettes.

He grabbed Aaron's cock again and started pumping. The motion of his own
thrusts against Aaron's ass and Aaron backing up against him with each
downward stroke was a horny rhythm that they both felt could have gone on
longer than it did.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah. Keep going. Don't stop. Don't...stop. Keep
it.....UUuuuuuuggghhhh!!" Aaron moaned and grunted as he finally let his
long-overdue nut spurt out across the room. His eyes had been fixated down
at his groin, watching Leo's hand hold his cock. But he looked forward just
as he felt the release of his first shot, wanting to see how far he'd
launch. "Fuck, Yeah!" He added as he watched his first two ropes jet
forward and smack against the opposite wall where Leo had been
standing. His white, sticky semen slowly dripped down the black painted
concrete block wall. Part of him wished Leo was still there to receive
it. His next few volleys shot in a straight line across the floor.

"Damn. I'm not gonna beat that." Leo said, releasing Aaron's boner, but not
before holding it down and letting it snap back up to hit Aaron's
belly. Leo grabbed Aaron's balls one last time and gave them a gentle
jostle. "Yup. They feel lighter." He added and they both started
laughing. "This feels good, Bro.  Kinda feels like pussy." He added
thrusting his erection against Aaron's ass crack that was now wet with
sweat and Leo's precum. Aaron knew better than to offer up his hole. He
probably would have had he not just cum. He restrained himself.

"You can cum that way if you want." Aaron said. "I don't mind. It feels
good. Just keep thrusting 'til you nut."

"Fuck. Ok. Just don't fucking tell anyone about this. Ever. I'm just gonna
go for it. I need to fucking cum. I gotta get back out there." Leo said,
giving in to the fact that Aaron's ass crack felt so much better than his
hand would.

A few hours ago, this would never have happened. He would never have even
considered it. He might have punched anyone who'd even suggested it was
possible. This place was evil, he thought. It was evil and decadent...but
so fucking horny. The place was horny - like the actually building was
possessed and making people crazy. He better make a shit load of money
tonight. Then he could forget all about it.

He closed his eyes and pictured the five sets of perfect tits and the one
hot girl with her hand down her pants, fingering her hot, wet clit. He
wanted his mouth on it. He wanted to smash his face against her bald pussy
and stick his tongue up inside her - and then plunge his hard cock into
her. He was so hard, it hurt. He felt her pussy. It was tight and slippery
and was actually Aaron's smooth little, short spider man ass crack.

Aaron was also fantasizing. His balls had just spilled their seed. He could
see the long white stream in a perfect line on the floor in front of
him. His cock began to grow again even though it should have been spent -
at least for a while. It was plump and floppy and swinging between his legs
and getting bigger as Leo held onto his hips and pounded against him. Leo
was hammering him so hard. He wanted that pretty cock inside him.

Leo grunted and moaned and within about two minutes, he was squirting his
cum load up Aaron's slippery crack underneath his black jacket. "Jesus,
fuck!" He finally said as he opened his eyes and gently pushed Aaron away
from him. He fell against the back wall. He was grateful that he could
still not really see Aaron's ass or the spray of jizz he left on his back.

He was suddenly consumed with guilt and shame. Aaron turned around and
recognized that look on his face. He'd seen it many times. He knew what to
do.

"Dude, don't freak out. We just jerked off. It happens all the time. We
needed to take the edge off. You couldn't go back out there in the state
you were in. Those girls pushed your buttons, Bro."

"That wasn't just jerking off." Leo said, his voice full of stress. He
should be feeling relief and instead was feeling anxiety.

"Dude. It wasn't like I sucked you off. You were like a dog humping my
leg. Chill. You should be feeling better now, not all freaked out. Don't
you feel better? Like better for getting back into the cage for a while?"
Aaron asked.

"Uh." Leo started and then actually thought about it for a second. "Yeah,
ok. I do feel better. I was fucking pent up - you know what I mean?"

"Totally, Bro." Aaron responded. "I was worse, Bro. I told you that was my
first one today. And I go for it at least once a day."

"Same." Leo blurted out.

"And here? This place is a lot worse for me than you." Aaron said. Leo
appreciated the distinction and laughed a little and nodded. "You good to
go back out there."

"Yeah. I gotta take a piss now though." Leo said and stepped over to the
toilet and pulled down the front of this briefs. His dick was still full
and plump and needed some help aiming down at the bowl. He had to stick his
ass out to get the angle to work. He pushed the top of his semi-rigid dick
down with his thumb.

"Me too." Aaron said and stepped over to the side of the bowl and started
pissing next to Leo who was unfazed by suddenly sharing. "Funny how you
always gotta take a leak after you dump a load."

"Gotta wiz after you jizz, Bro." Leo said, and they both smiled at each
other as their streams crossed.  "Fuck. You're still fucking big as shit,
Dude. I'm so fucking jealous."

"Don't be." Aaron said. "Like I said, yours is-"

"Pretty. I know." Leo said. "I don't know how many girls would agree, but
it does make me feel a little cockier knowing how it compares in your
world."

"Do you need to feel cockier?" Aaron asked laughing as he shook off his
floppy pecker.

"We all need to feel good about our junk, Bro." Leo added, also milking the
last drops out before letting his waistband snap back into place.

"Look at that; no piss spot on the front this time." Aaron said. "Things
are looking up."

Leo laughed. "Stop looking at my junk, Dude."

Aaron smiled and rolled his eyes. "I'll do my best." Just as he had tucked
his plump porn dong back into his skimpy briefs and was zipping up his fly,
the employee bathroom door flung open and Jordan walked in.

"There you are? I've been all over. It's been twenty-five minutes. The cage
is empty. You gotta get your ass back up there. What's up A-man?" Jordan
said grabbing Leo by the arm when he reached him.  Jordan was too focused
to notice the smell and the puddle of jizz he'd just walked through on the
floor and Leo's respectably plump bulge after just dumping his load. The
room always smelled a little like jizz.  He quickly turned and started
walking out.

"Sorry, Jordy. He was getting accosted in the Men's room. Nobody told him
about this bathroom. I barely got him out with his briefs still on." Aaron
said trying to help justify Leo's tardiness.

"Oh, shit! Sorry, babe." Jordan said to Leo who was too nervous to
acknowledge being addressed as 'babe' by another guy. "I'll bring you back
here next break. Now get your fine ass back up in the cage.  You're missing
out on cash down here." He pushed Leo out the door and into the crowd to
fend for himself to get back to his perch.

Then Jordan turned around and walked back toward Aaron. "Did that hot
college jock boy get you all hot and bothered, A-man? Looks like you need
someone to take care of that problem."

"I'm good." Aaron said dismissively. He wasn't about to hook up with a
slutty Go-Go boy, especially after just getting off. "I'll make sure he
gets to the cage without being gang-banged by drunk boys in tuxedos."

"I'd pay to watch that." Jordan quipped.

Aaron just shook his head and followed Leo out into the crowd.


Part Three: Friends in Low Places

"You were gone a long time. You ok? Something going on?" Brett said to
Aaron when he finally made it back to the bar stool next to him. The place
was packed now and there were only a dozen bar stools at Brandon's side
bar. It had been quite an effort to ensure no one commandeered it in
Aaron's absence.

"So sorry, Brett. Had to help out a friend. Thanks for holding down the
fort." Aaron said contritely.  "What'd I miss?"

"Just a lot of bloody arseholes who wanted your stool." Brett said.

"I owe you one." Aaron said.

"How you gonna pay me back?" Brett asked. Aaron gave him a quizzical look,
unable to ascertain if Brett had a hint of flirtatiousness in his eye or
was just giving him shit.

"How do you want me to pay you back?" Aaron responded. Brett just smiled
and shrugged. Aaron was confused. Brett had just protested even his own
admission of hooking up with a guy and now seemed to be more than warming
up to idea of it happening again. Maybe he'd had too many beers. Maybe Leo
was right; maybe this place made people do crazy things tonight. Or maybe,
Brett was just getting desensitized watching half-naked, sweaty, anonymous
horndogs groping each other and making out on the dance floor in front of
him. Aaron wondered if he was hard.

"How 'bout I just save your seat when it's your turn to take a leak." Aaron
said.

"AARON!" Will slung his arm over Aaron's shoulder from behind his bar
stool. leaned against his back and yelled in his ear. Will slid his hand
inside Aaron's black tux jacket and played with his bare nipple.  Aaron
twisted away and giggled at being tickled. "WE MISSED YOU, BUDDY!!" Will
added and kissed Aaron on the mouth. Brett looked shocked.

"YOU'RE DRUNK!" Aaron yelled, spinning around on his stool and
laughing. "WHERE'S MATT?"

"HE'S IN THE BATHROOM. HE MIGHT BE BLOWING SOMEONE. I'M NOT REALLY SURE."
Will responded and took a big gulp of beer. Then he leaned into Aaron's
ear. "We decided we could not blow each other but we want to - you know? We
want to so bad. We can't be trusted together. We have to wait...until later
when it will be more fun." Will added, in a way that was much more manic
than his typical demeanor. Aaron had never seen him like this.

"I'M GONNA GET YOU A WATER." Aaron said and spun around on his barstool and
waved to Teddy.

"WHO'S YOUR HOT FRIEND?" Will yelled staring at Brett. Aaron spun back
around. Brett was already facing the crowd away from the bar.

"THIS IS BRETT. BRETT, THIS IS WILL." Aaron leaned in and yelled.

"NICE TO MEET YOU BRETT." Will said extending his hand. Brett nodded and
shook it and looked Will up and down, admiring his body in the red leather
jockstrap and matching harness.

"NICE COSTUME." Brett said loudly, smirking. "Did you just happen to have
that lying around the house?"

"We actually went to a sex shop yesterday and bought these." Will leaned in
closely to both of them and yelled and then blushed. "Never been to one
before."

"Cool." Brett yelled over the blare of the music. Aaron just smirked.

 Will lost his balance slightly and had to put his hand on Aaron's bare
chest again to steady himself.  "Yours is cool too!" He added directing his
comment to Brett. He kept his hand on Aaron's chest and rubbed between his
pecs.

"Uh. Thanks." Brett said, leaning in to Will's ear.

"You're very handsome." Will said. Aaron rolled his eyes. "Is it true what
they say about wearing a kilt?"  He paused. "Are you...you
know...like...commando underneath?"

Brett laughed out of shock. He looked stunned. It had been funny when Aaron
had asked him. He and Aaron are friends; this guy was a complete stranger
although Aaron apparently knew him.

"Maybe?" Brett said, unsure of the best way to respond. He'd gotten an
instant erection though from the combination of being so close to Will's
hot, sweaty, nearly naked, body, his hot breath on his neck as Will leaned
in to yell in his ear, and being questioned about the existence of his
underwear. It may have also been the fact that Will's leather-clad pouch
was resting against Brett's exposed knee.

Brett was sitting on his bar stool with his legs spread and the heels of
his shoes lodged against the footrest. His kilt draped between his knees
but was bunched up at his crotch so that the fabric hid his boner. He could
feel Will's ball sack gently rubbing against him. He glanced down. He
wanted to reach out and cup the red bulge in his hand. Last night was the
first time he ever held a firm ball bag in his hand, and he was suddenly
anxious to feel up this hot older guy. There was something about his mouth
that seemed familiar. Even his voice was giving him a dejavu.

Brett slid his right hand down to his knee and scratched it. He left his
hand there. Will leaned forward again. He looked down as if trying to
assess what was under the kilt. "Maybe?" Will leaned in to playfully tease
Scottish Thor. His stubble brushed against Brett's face and the taboo
manliness sent an additional surge of blood between his legs. As Will
leaned in, Brett felt the fat, red pouch push against his fingers.  He was
essentially feeling Will's balls. Precum oozed from his piss slit. He felt
light-headed with horniness.

"Maybe you should check." Brett heard himself say. He froze, freaking out
that his thoughts had verbally escaped. Part of him was exhilarated. He had
flirted - with a guy - a very hot, nearly naked guy who seemed old enough
to be his dad, or at least his uncle. That made him think of his uncle. his
father's brother was as few years younger and as masculine as they come. He
backpacked through the outback with a buddy and had all sorts of stories
about fending off wild animals and snakes. Brett had been drawn to his
manliness at an early age. He pictured his muscles and beefy build. He
wanted to stroke his own cock now.

He was distracted from his daydream by the movement of his kilt and the
sudden chill of air on his naked nut sack as Will reached between his legs
and slid his palm along the inside of his right thigh, tickling the tiny
blonde hairs and making him shudder and smile. Will took that smile as
encouragement and moved even closer, so he was straddling Brett's knee and
full-on resting his bulge on Brett's kneecap.

"Holy shit!" Will said as his reached Brett's stiff cock. Two college-age
boys to Will's right watched Will's arm go between Brett's legs, under the
pleated fabric. They whooped and hollered. They patted Will on the back and
offered up high fives. The noise got the attention of Brandon behind the
bar who looked over and laughed when he saw the commotion involved Will.

Will already had his hand wrapped around Brett's boner when the attention
started to freak Brett out and he put his palm against Will's naked chest
to push him and his hand away. His hand felt good against the hard pec
though. Brett felt the stubble of Will's shaved chest.

"So was he regulation?" The guy closest to Will yelled to him. Will looked
confused. "Was he naked under there?" The guy rephrased. Will smiled big
and nodded to more hollers. The two guys offered fist bumps to Brett, who
reluctantly played along. It lessened his anxiety though. He was starting
to get the idea that this type of behavior was either par for the course
here, or at least was for this party. He looked at everyone around him in
their masks and suddenly remembered he was also wearing one and the
anonymity relaxed him even more. This was an opportunity he realized might
not come around again. His boner was not subsiding and it was keeping his
inhibitions at bay.

There was something about that mouth. He stared at Will again and then
looked at Aaron. As soon as Aaron made eye contact, Brett smiled big at him
and then turned to Will, reached out and grabbed the metal ring at the
center of his red leather harness, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a
full-lipped kiss, but Brett kept his mouth closed and it only lasted a
second. Then he pushed Will back to where he'd been.

Will looked shocked but then smiled and reached his hand back behind
Brett's neck and pulled him to his face. When their mouths met, Will turned
his head and pushed his tongue inside Brett's mouth.

Brett moaned and put his hand on Will's waist and gently pulled him in
closer. Brett was shocked at how much kissing just felt like kissing. He
thought kissing a guy would be different, taste different, feel different -
like rougher or dryer. He wasn't sure what he'd expected. It was soft and
smooth and wet, just like kissing a girl. It helped that Will is a very
good kisser. Brett's cock surged again and was rock hard beneath the kilt,
standing straight up. He felt his juice drool down the underside in the
open space under his costume. He thought about how awesome it felt to feel
so free - to not be hard inside the tight confinement of a pair of jeans
like every other time he'd been aroused in a public place. And no one
knew. Except for Will.

As they made out, Will reached under the kilt again and slid his palm under
Brett's balls. His sack was tight with horniness. Will fondled and tugged
and smiled as he kissed when he felt a wet strand of precum land on the
inside of his wrist.

He pulled away and pulled his arm out from between Brett's legs. Brett
looked disappointed until he watched Will lick the juice from his wrist and
put his hand behind Brett's neck again and pulled him in for more. Brett
moaned and instinctively spread his legs further apart and scooted to the
edge of his barstool. It wasn't like kissing a girl. It was hotter, more
aggressive, more animalistic. There was no emotion, just lust - just
satisfying a hunger, but it came with the pleasure of knowing it was
satisfying their hunger too.

Will pulled back again. He leaned in to kiss Aaron. Brett felt immediately
jealous which turned into anxiety again. The two guys next to Will were
also making out. The closer one leaned over and kissed Brett. He tasted
even more like beer than Will did. Brett's anxiety left again. This place
was crazy. Will was staring at him. He pretended to drop something and made
a surprised face. He was a hammy actor, especially when drunk. He bent down
as if to retrieve his lost item and as he came back up, he ducked his head
under the fabric of Brett's kilt.

Brett stared down in shock. He watched as the head-shaped bulge moved
beneath his kilt. Then Will's mouth reached his stiff cock. "Oh, Fuck!"
Brett yelled. Fortunately, the music mostly drowned that out.  Aaron heard
it, but he'd already witnessed Will's move. He also sat frozen and
stunned. Shit like this happened here but it was always confined to the
restroom and the adjacent "lounge".

Will swallowed Brett's cock to the base. He had developed skills that
rivaled his son's, and he was buzzed and relaxed. Brett's cock slid down
easily, and Will lapped at the wrinkled skin on his tight ball sack.
Brett's eyes rolled back in his head, and he instinctively put his hands on
top of the round globe between his legs that was Will's head underneath his
kilt.

"I think that's enough. I'm having Brandon cut you off." Aaron said tapping
at Will's head beneath the kilt. It had no effect on the task being
undertaken. "You're gonna get us kicked out!" A handful of guys had
gathered around Brett, some enjoying the scene and some annoyed that it was
blocking access to the bar.

"What the fuck is this?" Matt said.

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