Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2024 17:07:44 +0000
From: R F <rfnaughtystories@proton.me>
Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Part 5

I appreciate all of the feedback I've received! I'm glad people are
enjoying the story. Terry's story will likely only be a few more
chapters. Any comments or feedback are welcome and can be sent to
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***

Nearly a year has passed since I started this quest. Only two more dads to
go.

My plan for one of them was already in motion. I was heading home for one
more weekend before finals. My town always threw a parade and the local
fire departments always put on a big display as part of it. They also
helped clear the route at the end. I knew I'd have the perfect opportunity
to single out my score.

Paul bought the tickets for Bruce and I once more but he wouldn't be
joining us this weekend. There were already too many holes between the two
of us. I didn't need him hogging all the dick.

We arrived Friday night and the parade was set for Saturday. My dad had
told me he was going to be busy helping get the parade route setup. He
always liked volunteering for the big local events. I spent a lot of time
helping build up and break down gear all over town growing up. It was a lot
of fun and being able to do it with my dad made it even better. It was also
how I got to know Tristan. Tristan's dad, Hank, my score this weekend, was
a fireman and would always be running around the same events. Tristan and I
would hang out with my dad while his went places they didn't want kids
poking around.

When we were old enough, Tristan joined the soccer team with me, and his
dad would come to games. And as the story goes I noticed him disappear
often enough. It was always with John or Seamus and they always came back
with a big smile on their face. I still remember growing up, wanting to
know what that big bulge in his shorts looked like with nothing in the way.

This weekend, it was my turn. I volunteered Bruce and I to help and my dad
lit up. We hadn't hung out very much while I was away. I didn't fuck around
every time I was home, but he was a busy man too. And a day of volunteering
would be a chance to catch up.

The day of the parade, the three of us headed to the route and started
setting up bleachers and signs. "Do you know where Tristan is, dad?"

"He's with his father. He joined the same department while you were gone. I
think he's shadowing Hank today."

Shit! I look at Bruce, who just shrugs. "That's great! I was hoping we'd
see him today. Like old times."

"If I see him, I'll let him know you were looking for him. I'm sure he'll
be in one of the trucks."

"Thanks dad." For the next few hours, we continued to prep the route and
get everything ready while I tried to figure out a plan to get Hank
alone. Either way, I had to find him first.

***

A few hours later, the parade had begun. There were plenty of floats and
cars and people. Not much has changed since I first started coming. That
included the attendees.

"Terry! Hey!" Oh no. I look up and I see Tom waving at me from across the
street. Next to him, Rory was waving at me to cross. I did miss them and
wanted to hang out. The problem was who was behind them. John had his arms
crossed and had the biggest smile on his face, standing behind his
son. Brian had his hand on the back of Seamus's neck and the two of them
were also staring directly into my soul.

I put on a smile and waved back while Bruce turned towards me. "That's who
we've been hearing about the past year?"

"Yup. Don't say anything." I whisper out of the side of my mouth.

"Only if you tell me which one..." He looks back at the group, past a float
going by, seeing Brian. "Ah, never mind. I know which one. I'll be good."

When there was a space between floats, we both ran across to the
group. "Terry, how are you? I haven't seen you all year," Rory calls out,
putting his hand on my shoulders. "This a friend from school?" He asks,
looking at Bruce.

"I'm good! It's great to see you too, Rory! Yea, Bruce is one of my
teammates. I couldn't stop talking about the parade so he wanted to come."

I look up at Brian and Seamus. Seamus tries to look away, but Brian keeps
his head in place while he stares directly at me. "We've always said this
parade wasn't one to miss." Brian says, still staring directly at me.

Bruce looks between us and just smiles. Rory and Tom continue to be
oblivious to the sexual tension surrounding them.

"It's unfortunate we won't be able to hang out too much tonight. I made
plans with my dad to help clean up." I try to get out of a group hangout,
although I can't say I'd mind, imagining what I'd be able to do with the
three men in front of me.

John speaks up. "Unfortunate. Tristan was looking forward to seeing you."

I perk up at the name drop. "Tristan? I was wondering where he got off
to. I figured he'd be with you guys."

"He's on a truck with his dad, but he was going to join us afterwards. His
dad was going to head out after the parade though. Probably back to the
station. He said he'd be busy tonight." John adds. Did these guys know my
plan? Did they have their own?

"Oh, it's too bad I'll miss him then. Maybe I'll see you guys tomorrow? I
can chill for the parade though."

"Yea! Stick around. We'll grab you guys some food. You both look hungry."
John really wants to press our buttons doesn't he.

"I saw a pretzel cart a few floats down. I'll definitely take one if you're
buying John."

"Oh, is there an ice cream cart you think?" Bruce speaks up for the first
time, obviously genuinely excited. I laugh at his enthusiasm. It was cute.

Brian looks at him and Bruce smiles back. "Ice cream sounds good, Bruce was
it? Let's go grab some for the group. There's a shop a little ways
away. I've been needing to find a bathroom for a while too." Bruce's eyes
light up. Okay, maybe it wasn't so cute. He was already pretty sure but now
he was positive he was going to get what he wanted.

"Awesome! I hope you have some embarrassing stories about Terry."

Everybody laughs. "He still has a big head doesn't he. He always was a
cocky one." Brian puts his hand on Bruce's shoulder and they start to walk
away. He waves back with his other. "We'll be back in a bit." I catch
Seamus looking down and then back towards me. I catch the tiniest smile on
his lips before it disappears again.

"Ah there's the pretzels. Seamus, if Brian's treating us to ice cream, why
don't you treat us to pretzels!" John suggests.

"No, no I got it." I call out. I take out some cash. Paul had given me some
spending money as well. I just had to let him know what I bought. He
probably got off on it. He'll be happy to know it was for these guys.

***

We enjoyed our pretzels and the rest of the parade for a little while
longer. I caught up with Tom and Rory. We had three very different years
and I had missed hanging out with them.

It was about half an hour before Brian and Bruce returned. Bruce's hair was
a little out of place and he seemed a bit flush but besides that you
wouldn't know Brian had fucked the shit out of him in the bathroom.

The picture Brian had sent me had another cock in it as well, so I'll have
to ask about that later. We all got hefty stacks of ice cream though, so I
can take a guess. Bruce and Seamus both seemed to have a special topping on
theirs as well. Seamus looked directly at Brian as he licked it off of his
spoon. Brian scooped up some with his finger and dabbed it on his husband's
nose. Bruce just glanced between Brian and I as he ate the ice cream like
nothing was different. He did have a goofy smile on his face though.

We all continued to hang out, and walk around as the parade continued
on. We followed the end of it to meet up with my father, Tristan, and
Hank. We found the three of them talking near one of the fire trucks.

"Terry!" Tristan ran up to me and gave me a big hug. It was much bigger
than I was expecting. It's only been a year and Tristan wasn't exactly a
small guy then, but he was a beast now. He looked so much more like his
father. Both stayed pretty lean because of the nature of their job, but
Tristan had gained plenty of muscle.

"Tristan! It's so good to see you. Everybody has been telling me all about
you. They forgot to mention you could crush rocks with your bare hands
now."

"Not my bare hands, Terry."  He laughs as he clenches his fists. "I still
need to wear gloves at least. But soon! My dad was telling me you were
gonna help him out with some more parade stuff tonight. It's too bad you
can't hang out with us. I was looking forward to catching up."

I see my reputation precedes me. "Yea, you know how the parade can
get. I'll be available tomorrow though. We should all get lunch!"

"Yea, definitely."

Hank steps away from my dad. He was exactly as I remembered. He was in a
tight t-shirt and shorts, both stamped with his department number. His arms
and legs were stretching the fabric to its limit. He was a few inches
taller than his son, and also all muscle. He had a thin frame, similar to
Brian's, but I'm sure he could lift me with his pinky finger. "I won't keep
you up too late Terry."

"We'll get the work done, don't worry. My friend Bruce is gonna be helping
us out too."

"The more the merrier." Hank eyed up Bruce and Bruce did his best to keep
eye contact. "We can head out now. It was good seeing you all. I'll make
sure Terry isn't home too late." He looked at my dad who nods back. Does my
dad know about what I've been doing all year? I hope not.

"See you all later!"

"See ya. Bye. Don't forget about lunch." Goodbyes were all jumbled together
as I walked away with Bruce and Hank.

It was a little while before we made it to his car. Luckily it was parked
on this end of the route and not the other. We all knew what was going on,
so there was no questions about why we were leaving. I'm sure there was
some story about the firehouse or something around town.

A few miles away from the area, Hank pulled over. I was a little
surprised. I wasn't sure where we were heading, but I'm pretty sure it
wasn't here. Hank looked back in the rear-view mirror and smiled. "I'm
gonna need you boys to strip down."

Before I really understood what he had said, Bruce was stark naked next to
me. "Terry, you heard the man." Bruce slapped me on the back. A second
later I was wiggling put of my pants and shirt.

"Good job." I look Bruce over again as Hank starts the car back up. He had
a similar build to me, but had a cock on the smaller side. It was also the
first uncut cock I had seen. He was growing before my eyes, but I could see
a little extra skin covering the head of his cock.

He sees me staring. "Maybe you can play with it later." He whispers to me.

"One of you get up here and suck my cock." Hank snapped me out of it and
Bruce started hopping up immediately. But he wasn't going to beat me this
time. I grab his arm and pull him back and climb into the front seat. Bruce
slaps my ass as I get in front of him, laughing. Hank looks at me and then
Bruce and smirks.

"Take it out, Terry." His face gets serious. Once more I look at his pants
and see a bulge where his cock must already be getting hard. I reach over
and unzip his shorts and lower his underwear.

"Holy shit." Bruce is leaning between the seats and together we see Hank's
dick. It was easily on par with Brian's. Long and thick. Mike, the
runner's, was almost tiny next to it.

"I said suck my cock, Terry." Now I know how Paul feels. I knew what I was
getting myself into though.

I lean over and try to take the monster down my throat. I'm not the master
Paul and Bruce are, but I've been practicing. I'm able to get a few inches
down before hitting my gag reflex. I wouldn't say I could handle much more,
but the angle of attack certainly wasn't helping. Lucky for me, Hank didn't
care. "Good start, let me help you out a bit." Like I'd done to Paul, Hank
grabbed the back of my head and lifted me off his cock before pushing me
all the way back down. I easily took in an extra inch or two before gagging
and spitting up all over his lap. "Much better." He repeated the motion and
got the same result. "Bruce, you mind helping your friend out. I have to
keep my eyes on the road."

When Hank removed his hand I was able to see Bruce smile at me and shrug
before he leaned forward to grab my head too. While I expected him to be
more gentle, he was actually more demanding. I had to get up on the seat to
keep up.  was pulling my head forward. It actually helped quite a bit and I
was able to handle Hank's whole cock after a few more pushes down. Bruce
controlled my head all the way to our destination. I don't know how much
time had passed before Hank finally spoke.

"We're here." Hank announces, turning off the car. Bruce freed my head from
his grasp. I sat up, leaving a trail of spit leading from my mouth to
Hank's cock. Bruce grabs it for me, patting me on the head, as I catch my
breath. I decided to take a little revenge. I grabbed his head instead and
before Hank could open his door, I push Bruce down onto his cock
instead. Hank turns towards me and laughs, grabbing Bruce's head from me,
keeping him sputtering on his monster.

"I knew you would have a bratty streak." We stayed in the car a moment
longer while Hank fucked Bruce's face as well. "Let's get inside." he says,
releasing him.

Bruce sits up and wipes his mouth off of his own trail of saliva. "Feels
fucking good, doesn't it? There's nothing like it." I'm not sure I agreed,
but I can see how somebody might feel that way. I can say, I prefer to be
in Hank's position.

Hank steps out of the car, tossing his shorts back at me. His tight ass is
on full display as he heads to a barn. Bruce and I quickly follow him,
still completely naked. He opens the barn door and steps in and
disappears. We follow him in and look around. It was relatively empty
except for some hay lying around. No animals were anywhere to be
seen. Except for the naked man looking back at us. I figured we'd fuck in
the station or in one of the trucks.

When we were inside, he closed the door behind us, grabbed our balls and
yanked us forward. His massive cock was swinging between his legs with
every step. I was mesmerized seeing it peek out from side to side. When he
stopped I nearly bumped into him. In front of him was a bed. I almost
couldn't believe my eyes. The space was full of toys and tools that I'd
only seen in porn. I can't say I wanted to even touch most of them. I guess
more went on than some dad's fucking in a field house bathroom.

"Considering your performance in the car, let's get you both warmed
up. Your friend seems to have a pretty good idea what's up, so let's say we
train you together." Hank walks over to the wall and pulls down a long
dildo. I hoped it was double sided because that whole thing wasn't fitting
in me.

Bruce wiggled his ass at Hank and started rubbing his own hole with lube
from a jar at the foot of the bed. Hank started with Bruce, pushing the toy
into his hole, while I starting prepping myself as well. Bruce moaned with
every inch that made it in. I was facing away so I don't know how much
remained until Hank started lining it up with my own hole. A few inches
slid in easily but not much else. I could have opened up more but he hadn't
pushed it.

"Bruce, get fucking. Terry here needs to be opened up."

"Yes, sir." Bruce squeezed his ass tight around the dildo and pushed
back. I pushed back against it and it slid in a little further. It was
strange not having a solid man behind me as my ass got filled. Bruce pulled
away and pushed back once more. This time, it slid past my prostate and it
felt incredible. We repeated this a few more times until I surprised Bruce
by holding tight myself, forcing it further into him. He moaned as it hit
deeper.

I felt a sharp pain on my ass and realized Hank had hit me with a
paddle. "Bruce doesn't need your help, Terry." He gripped the dildo between
us and pushed it against me. It slid up my hole hard and fast and I gasped
for breath. He slid it back towards Bruce who simply moaned. He pushed it
back towards me harder than before. "Get your hole against my hand and then
we can talk Terry."

I had no idea where his hand was and I'm pretty sure the dildo was already
halfway to my mouth but I wasn't going to let Hank have the last word. I
started rocking back and forth onto the dildo. Every time I pushed back I
felt a sharp smack on my ass. Each one stung a little more and made me more
determined to prove myself to the man. Finally, I felt warmth on my hole
and one final smack. I was so focused I'm not sure I even felt anything
else.

"Good boy." Hank's praise felt better than I expected. This trip has
certainly given me a new perspective on Paul's demeanor. I finally turn
around to see Bruce sitting in Hank's lap holding onto the dildo and
paddle. He smiles at me and waves both. As I reorient myself, Hank grabs
Bruce's head and pulls his face towards him. The two start making out and I
can't help but feel jealous.

I walk towards the pair and Hank reaches out for me too. Hank pulls away
from Bruce and looks at me. I start to move in to make out with him too but
instead of he pushes me down to me knees. Bruce stood up, knowing what was
coming, as did I. I stared down the monster I barely handled in the car as
it got closer to me face. I took a deep breathe before it was down my
throat once more. This time I was in a much better position so I was able
to take it all in much easier.

While I choked in Hank's lap, Bruce and him continued to make out. Bruce,
again, took over for Hank and pushed me further onto Hank's cock, knowing
what Hank wanted from the two of us. I could feel the lube dripping out of
my hole as the spit was coming out of my face. I had to make my move. I
wasn't going to be the bitch for this pair all night.

I let myself be held down by Bruce for one especially deep push. I gagged
and choked on Hank, for real and a bit for show. When Bruce let up for me
to catch my breath, I instead jumped up and grabbed him by the hair. Both
men were surprised as I pulled him towards me to make out with him instead.

Before he knew what was happening, he was lost in the kiss and Hank just
watched with a smirk on his face. Bruce was a team player, so he only put
up a token effort, wanting to see what I would do.

"It's your turn again, Bruce." I drag him back towards the bed as Hank
follows. I guide him in place and get us both on our knees. I roughly kiss
him again before pushing him backwards, laying him on his back.

Hank grabs Bruce's shoulders, pulling his head over the edge. "This
position will do nicely." Bruce reaches out for Hank's cock and pulls him
closer, licking at his cock head. I straddle myself over Bruce, keeping him
in place. As Hank pushes his cock down Bruce's throat, I move forward to
take his tongue down mine. My balls are resting on Bruce's face and his
hands are grasping my ass. This is much better.

Hank takes full control and thrusts his way all the way down Bruce's
throat. Bruce gags but is nearly as skilled as Paul is. He's choking on
Hank's massive cock while still playing with my hole. I'm opened up from
the dildo still and Bruce is stuffing his fingers into me while Hank
roughly kisses me above. I feel another smack from Bruce and his fingers
penetrate further.

Hank reaches around me himself and also roughly grabs my ass cheek,
squeezing tight. "Terry, you've got a nice fucking ass." Hank surprised me
with the compliment. He said it with a growl and another slap on my ass
cheek but it was a compliment nonetheless. He pushes his tongue into my
mouth again. "I think it's time I split it open."

I am lost in the moment and just nod into his mouth. Bruce still under me
slaps my ass before he pulls my ass cheeks apart. Hank shoves three fingers
in and pulls me off of Bruce. Bruce pushes me away and twists to get back
on top.  Hank pushes me down onto my stomach on the bed. "Where do you want
him, Hank?"

"On all fours." Bruce helped flip me around. I let them manhandle me as
this was what I had been waiting for. My feet were hanging over the edge
and I felt Hank's legs push mine apart. He smacked my ass once, twice,
three more times. Finally I heard him spit and felt new liquid on my ass
and then, without any more warning, it was in.

"Holy f..." before I finish yelling, Bruce is back inside my mouth, kissing
me. His hands were all over me as Hank invaded my hole. Hank's rough hands
were on my hips, pulling me towards him as he slammed into my gaping
hole. Bruce was kissing my lips, my neck, all over me.

I couldn't think. All there was, was Hank's cock and Bruce's tongue. Hank
was sliding last my prostate with every thrust. It was bestial. I wasn't
Terry to him. I was a hole for him to get off in. And it was hot. I had not
a care in the world but getting his cock deeper into me.

"Fuck." I call out. "Me." Bruce smiles and moves towards my neck
again. "Harder. Harder Hank. Fuck." I can't help but buck into the large
man behind me. He smacks my ass again. The hardest so far. "Again!" He
smacks my ass again.

I felt like Hank would fuck me for days if I'd let him. I was
tempted. Before I could think any further though I heard a door open. Hank
grabbed my mouth, lifting me off my arms and arching my back towards him. I
thought he'd been fucking me this whole time but I was wrong. I couldn't
even breath with him pushing every button I had. "Looks like I got here
just in time." I knew that voice.

So did Bruce. As Brian walked up, Bruce got back into face fucking
position. Brian clapped Hank on the back as he impaled me and Bruce yanked
his pants down to reveal his own monster cock. Bruce leaned out as far as
he could to take in Brian's cock. He just watched Bruce squirm to get a
little taste. Once Bruce made his way to the tip, Brian grabbed his
shoulders and shoved it all the way down. Bruce gagged and spit up and
quickly adjusted to allow Brian to fuck his throat as hard as he wanted.

Hank, next to me had relaxed a bit to talk to Brian. "Who knew this kid was
such a slut?"

"Nobody. I'm not sure he did. Isn't that right Terry?" Hank's fingers still
filled my mouth. He had slowed down, but he was still balls deep in me with
every thrust. I just look at Brian the best I can and nod as I drool onto
Hank's fingers.

"He came back from school for a week and snuck into John's office and
fucked the shit out of him." Bruce was in heaven taking Brian's cock as the
two men talked like we weren't even there. It did seem to be partially for
my benefit, even if I could barely process anything but my ass being split
open.

"When him and his buddies also tricked Seamus and I, I made sure to let you
and Nico know." Nico! I never did know Gray's dad's name. He wasn't really
around very much. He was a pilot and only made it to a few games. But every
one he was at, he was just like the rest. I'm couldn't figure out how to
get a hold of him though.

Hank looked at Bruce questioningly. "Different buddy, Hank. The other one
was a perfect match for us. This one seems to be a perfect match for
you. Terry is apparently a fucking match maker." Brian gave my ass a light
tap before looking back at Bruce.

He grabbed Bruce by the neck and thrust hard into him, holding his neck
tightly. "Bruce. When I let go, you're gonna turn around. I need that ass
again." He held on for a while, all while pushing in and out of his
mouth. Finally, he let go and Bruce gasped while turning around to match my
position.

Brian fingers Bruce for a moment to get a feel for how loose he was, as if
he cared. Then he pushed into him in one go just like Hank, just using
Bruce's spit as lube. Bruce gasped but took it. Unlike Hank who was holding
me up by my mouth, Brian was pushing Bruce down into the mattress, slamming
into him hard. Bruce was moaning with every thrust as if it was the best
fuck of his life.

While the two men talked, I had been working up slowly to completion. "Mm
glos." I manage to mumble out.

"What was that?" Hank asked, slapping my face with one hand, easily keeping
me in place with the other.

"I'm getting close." I mange to get out of one side of my mouth. Hank's
rough hand drops to my hard dick. He squeezes.

"This little thing? You're saying it's gonna cum before I do?" He roughly
yanks on my cock and fucks me hard again. I wasn't small but next to Brian
and Hank I didn't even compare.

Brian leans down towards Bruce. "Are you gonna cum before me?" Bruce shakes
his head into the bed, moaning more. "Seems I got the better end of the
deal." He says looking at Hank.

Hank changed his grip to my balls. He pulls them down hard. I yelp, my
orgasm fleeing. "Nah, now I get to have some fun. You going to finish now
punk?"

"No, sir."

"See, that wasn't so hard."

The two men continue to fuck us while we moan under their control. I nearly
cum again but Hank squeezes it out of me once more.

"You ready Brian?"

"I am. I was hoping I'd get to cut off this one too, but he's got much
better control." Brian slaps Bruce's face who is still moaning and writhing
under Brian.

Both men grab our dicks and rather than cut us off, they helped us
along. In sync, the two men fuck us hard while stroking our
dicks. "Fuck. Cum for me you fucking brat." Hank yells at me.

He didn't have to ask twice as Bruce and I both take another deep thrust.

"Fuck I'm cumming. I'm fucking blowing my load, sir." Bruce calls out.

"Cum." I can't even think. Every sensation is too much. But I'm exploding
into the air in front of me.

Behind us, Brian and Hank are taking advantage of our orgasms to finish
themselves.

"I love that fucking squeeze of a good orgasm. I'm gonna fill you up." Hank
whispers into my ear as my whole body shudders, including my hole around
his cock. He thrusts into me as my body tries to push him out. "I'm fucking
cumming." He pushes one more time and I can feel him fill me up.  It just
makes my own orgasm more intense.

"Take my fucking seed, Bruce." Brian was riding the same sensation but
wasn't interested in taunting the man under him. He just needed a place to
put his seed and he got it.

Both men continued to fuck us as we all came together, elevating the
feelings we were all going through. Finally after a minute of cum and
shudders the men pulled out of us. Hank dropped me to the bed. Bruce didn't
move an inch, as he was just a drooling mess, ass up, face down.

Hank slapped my ass and flipped me over. I could feel the cum leaking out
of my battered hole as I move to face him. "You lived up to your
reputation, Terry. Not many guys can handle me. John cries like a bitch
every time. You'd think after splitting him and Seamus open he'd get used
to it."

Brian laughs. "He thinks you like it that way Hank."

"Well, he's got me there." Hank let's out a belly laugh. I watch as his
cock bounces up and down, splattering some more lube and cum onto me and
the bed.

Bruce finally show signs of life and laughs as he slides down into a prone
position. "I'd cry like a bitch too if it meant I could get fucked like
this every day."

"Rory's room is empty for a few more weeks Bruce. Seamus could always use a
reminder of where he stands."

I laugh now. "Bruce, you are not staying here to be Brian's sex toy."

"I know, I know. A boy can dream, Terry!" He turns his head quickly to look
at me and glare. "I'll just come back next year to be his sex toy! Rory
will be gone for months!" He smirks and laughs again.

"I promised the kids you guys would be up for lunch tomorrow. Let's get you
home. There's a spigot out the back to wash off. I'll grab your things."
Hank, still naked himself walks to the car to grab our things.

"I expected him to make us walk home like this." Bruce laughs out once Mark
gets out of earshot.

Brian in a slightly serious tone. "We have kids your age. Just because
you're full of our cum doesn't mean we're going to drop you off on the side
of the road."

"And, even if that weren't the case, you're not jumping back on this cock
if we just fuck you and drop you. Consider it selfish to give you a little
aftercare." He laughs, slapping Bruce's ass.

A few minutes later, Hank was back with our clothes and we got dressed
after washing up behind the barn.

"Let's get you boys home. Brian, tell Seamus, he's a little cuck." Hank
slaps Brian on the shoulder.

"Of course. He already got a little video of that hot little ass." He says
pointing at Bruce, who smiles wide as we walk out, wiggling his butt for
Brian.

I pause and look at Hank. "I meant to ask, what did you tell my dad we were
doing?" I ask.

Brian and Hank give each other a look. "Don't worry about it. He just knew
you were helping me out."

I cock my head but don't push. I guess I'll have to trust my dad won't be
asking any questions.

We get in the car and just chat about Tristan and school. Hank seemed
genuinely interested in how we'd been doing. It really was nice seeing him
again.

My dad was already asleep by the time we got back. Bruce and I went
straight to sleep and woke up early the next day for lunch.

"Have a good time last night Terry?" My dad asks as I make the three of us
a small breakfast.

"Yea, it was good seeing everybody again. Hank said he was glad I could
help him out."

"I'm sure he was. I'm bringing you straight to the airport after lunch?"

"Yea, I thought we'd have more time to hang out, but I haven't seen
everybody for a while. I'll be back home in a few weeks." I give him a big
hug. Bruce just smiled as he sipped his coffee.

***

A few hours later, Bruce and I were sitting on the plane back to school. We
actually got the same flight attendant as the time Paul and Nick came with
me. The one who jizzed in Paul's drink. "You get around, don't you?" He
asked me, looking at Bruce.

I laughed. "I could add one more if you're interested."

He looked up and down the aisle. Then he leaned in close, motioning for my
phone. I set up a new contact and he entered a number. "I know your type."
He whispered. "This pilot matches the bill. We've, you know." He snickers
and we all nod. "We'll be in town overnight."

Over the intercom we here, "I'll be your pilot today. My name is Nico and
I'm with my copilot Dave. The flight will be about three hours."

Bruce looks at me as I smile. "Nico."

I nod. "You okay getting to campus Bruce? Apparently, I'm going to be
busy."

***

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