Date: Thu, 29 Jul 2010 12:15:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bart Hanks <bart384@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Eric,  Chapter Two

Chapter Two - Strange Bedfellows

(Eric Tucker, 20, Assistant Supervisor in Training at a local supermarket,
lost a softball game bet with his store's team.  In payback they turned him
over to their rivals.  Kevin, the other team's captain and Eric's rival
since high school, now is having fun at his expense.  Some of his team are
helping.  They are at Kevin's brother's house.)

Finally it was just Kevin, Rico, Bragg and another guy left looking at me.
My dick was hard again, my hands were tied behind my back, and my balls
were so full they ached.

Kevin looked my way and grinned.  It wasn't a happy grin, it was more of a
'got you' look.

"Are we going to take him traveling?" Bragg asked.  "That's always a great
thing if we run out of ideas.  And see how long it takes him to get back
here from where we dump him."

I hated that.  This night was a total disaster, and me running naked
through the streets would be the final straw.  I decided I had to act.

"Hey Kevin, back in school I only got your pants and shorts off.  You've
had me naked for awhile now.  Isn't that payback enough?"

The guy whose name I didn't know looked up when I mentioned getting Kevin
naked.  He glanced at Kevin and grinned.  He looked so much younger than
the rest I wondered how he got on the team.  I noticed there had been a
bulge in his pants most of the evening

"Come on, Kevin, let's do it" Bragg continued.  He had a mean grin.  He
wore some junky seashell necklace around his neck.  I wished I could grab
it and shut him up.  I had seen him a few times at the gym I go to, but
hadn't known his name until tonight.

Kevin nodded.  "Let's hose him down first.  If he follows orders, maybe
we'll just take him to Walmart to pick up a few things, or leave him there
so people can see if they want to pick him up.  I know there's usually some
seedy guys who'd go for a stud like him with that long hose."

He snickered, looking at my boned erection.  It jutted out like a jet plane
waiting to take off.  He flipped the head up, and it bounced sending waves
of both pain and pleasure though me.

"And what if he doesn't follow orders?" Bragg asked.  He seemed too eager.
Then that young guy who'd had a bulge, rubbed his crotch unconsciously
while he kept staring at me.  Well not actually staring at all of me; he
kept staring at my dick.

"That's when we take him for a nice long ride out to somewhere" Kevin
replied.  "But either way we need to get him cleaned up first.  He's
sweaty, stinky, and a total mess." Starting out back he added, "We can use
the hose."

"I can do great things with hoses, especially on someone like him" Rico
said.  "Have you ever seen a guy cum screaming while the hose keeps his
dick plastered up against his stomach?  The water burns and drives the head
crazy while the cum flies everywhere."

That was bad enough, but the far away look in Rico's eyes made me think he
looked back happily on his memories of others he had done that to.  He
seemed so damn proud of himself, rubbing his hands and grinning at me.  The
Latino coal-black eyes and hair on the light brown skin made him look
almost ominous when he did that.  The others all nodded eagerly like they
wanted to see the show.

They had led me out into the back yard. There were hedges on either side
and tall shrubs and trees at the back, so it wasn't like I was out in
public, but still it wasn't very private.

Kevin replied, "He can't really wash himself with his hands tied behind
him, but if he can follow orders we'll untie him.  After all, he's naked.
Where could he go?  Anyway if he did run, he'd be easy to find.  With that
thing bouncing between his legs, we'd only have to follow the screams of
people who saw him."

Then he grinned.  I wished Kevin didn't have to grin so damn much of the
time.  He was that way even back in school, like he was always running for
class president or something.  He wore his dark hair loose even then, with
those brown eyes that always seemed to flash.  I hated that.

I was glad when they untied my hands, because they were beginning to feel
numb.  They made me stand facing them while they turned on the hose.  Kevin
continued grinning as he began hosing me down.  "Take that soap and get to
washing yourself, Eric."

"Yeah, soap those balls good" Bragg said.  He took some pictures with his
flash.  Apparently I wasn't doing it good enough, so he snarled "I said to
soap them good.  If you can't do it, I'll do it myself and you better know
that'll hurt like hell."  He seemed to think he was totally in charge now.
I wondered if Kevin would let him do that.

The younger one brought the paddle they had used on me out front.  "Hey
Kev, I want to get that butt."  His voice was as young sounding as he
looked.  He slapped the paddle against his open palm as if he was warming
himself up ahead of time.  His crotch looked like it throbbed.

Rico mocked his voice, making it seem an octave higher.  "Hey Kev" he
whined as he quoted him.  The young guy flushed and stepped back.

I was soaping away when Bragg suddenly snapped out, "Get that dick first."
I stopped with my balls, hoping he was satisfied, and began stroking my
cock.  These guys couldn't make up their minds as to which ones should be
giving me commands.  It was obvious things were getting out of hand.  Not
only that but their voices were getting louder and louder.

"You better not cum!" Kevin barked.

"Keep stroking" Bragg shouted.

They couldn't have it both ways.  I was ready to blast a load, and I no
longer cared if anybody was watching.  Maybe things could get worse, but I
didn't care any more.  All I knew was I needed relief.

The soap suds were flying, I was jacking like mad, and suddenly I got to
that irreversible moment when everything is ready and the jet is about to
leave the airport.  It was at that point of no return where it was going to
come out no matter what I did.  I made a sort of lunge with my hips, and I
really shot.  Man it came out in long ropey spurts, like a cannon firing at
them.  Kevin and the others jumped back, Kevin turned the hose pressure
harder, and they were almost knocking me down with it while they shouted at
me.

The neighbor's dog heard the commotion and came running and barking.
Lights next door were quickly turned on, and finally the floodlights in
their back yard.  I could hear the angry voice of a man, "What the hell's
going on back there?"

Kevin tried to sound sincere when he called back, "It's just me, Kevin,
Mr. Johnson!  Sorry we made so much noise!"  Kevin could always do that
sincere bit better than anybody.  Then he'd flash that grin and run his
fingers up to his hair.

"Well keep it down! Every time your brother goes out of town, you come over
and start some sort of mess."  I laughed inwardly at the prospect of Kevin
getting in big trouble with his brother.

Meanwhile the hose was still blasting me while the dog had come over but
stayed away from the hose.  That dog knew what was best for him.

I stepped away from the hose and the guys cut it off.  Fortunately the
message "HERE IT IS" had been washed off my chest in the hose's fury.

"Get in the car" Kevin told me.

"I'm still soaking wet."

He went inside and brought out a rough brown towel, but one big enough to
almost wrap myself in.  That's exactly what I did until Rico said "No.  You
dry off.  Then you go naked."

I started to ask "Have you checked with Kevin on that?" but was smart
enough to know it didn't pay to tick off Rico.

They hustled me into the van and took off.  I couldn't see out with the
windows so high and me pinned flat on the floor while Rico went back to
'playing' with me like he had on the way over.

I was surprised I was getting hard again, since I had just shot a big load
in the back yard.  But at that moment there on the floor Rico suddenly
discovered my butt.  Rolling me over, he said to Bragg, "See his ass?
Nice.  See the curves, how they look?"  With that he smacked me hard on the
butt, on both cheeks, then laughed. "See how they ripple?  See how Rico
makes them look like waves when he smacks them?  You try it Bragg."

So I got smacked on both cheeks by both guys, while Kevin and the other guy
up front toodled along at their own speed.  I didn't know where we were
going, but I sure hoped they were kidding when they said Walmart.  I had
had my fill of public exposure.  My body had been though a lot tonight, and
I was stinging all over.  I just hoped this would end soon.

"Now Rico will show you how to explore the mysterious crack."

I tensed.  They must have noticed that, because I heard them laughing.  I
got smacked across the butt again.  "Rico knows how to untense a butt.  In
a little while he'll have nothing to tense up about."  I hate guys who talk
about themselves in the third person.  Then I felt his fingers trying to
spread my cheeks apart.

"Here we go.  Watch this Bragg, see Rico explore deep into the dark
mysterious canyon.  It is like ripping open an orange when you have no way
to peel it."

He put hands on either side of my crack, then pulled violently.  I shouted
and cussed.  Bragg had my shoulders pinned or I would have jumped up and
tried to get out of the car, naked or not.

Calling from up front, Kevin said "Rico!  I don't want to have to come back
there and knock heads!  When we return him to his team, he's supposed to be
in good shape."  It was obvious that Kevin was losing his cool.

"Oh he's in perfect shape" Rico said, rubbing my ass cheeks like he was
polishing a melon.  I didn't know why these guys wanted to rub on me so
much, except I guess they saw how much I hated it.

"Hey, Kevin" Rico called out, "me and Bragg are going to have some fun with
him before we get there".  I didn't like the way his fingers were moving.

"I'm on my cell, Rico" Kevin replied.  Since I was down I couldn't see what
was going on.  But then I heard him say my name and Walmart, I figured he
must be talking to Robby or one of my team, and they would come get me.
That was great.  Once I was with them I would get my clothes back and could
go home and forget all about this.  But until then I still had these guys
to contend with.

Rico tried to pull on my crack, and I let out another yell.

"Hey! Watch it back there!  Keep an eye on them, Yancy." Kevin called.  So
I now knew the name of this youngest looking one.  I twisted my head
sideways to look up and could see him looking down at us from the front
seat.  For once I didn't object to him watching me that closely.  I
wondered if his bulge had gone down.

Then his teen-aged voice sounded alarmed.  "Damn, Kev, it looks like Rico's
getting into some deep stuff."  I was glad he said that, even if his motive
might be to pay Rico back for mocking him.

Before anything more could happen, the car slowed and stopped.  Then
suddenly Kevin was out and getting into the back.  He pulled Rico off me
and actually shook his fist in Rico's face.

"None of that stuff, got me?  He's not part of our team, he's just somebody
we're giving a bad time to.  Got that?"

I wouldn't say Rico looked humbled, but at least he nodded.  I wondered why
Kevin made that distinction between me and team members.  Did they do gross
stuff to each other when nobody was around?

Bragg interrupted him.  "We were just messing around.  It's Yancy's fault
for telling you what we were doing."

"Yancy, come back here and keep an eye on this guy.  Rico, you get up
front.  Bragg, we'll sort this out later and there may be some settling up
to do."  His usually cheerful way was totally gone now.  He meant business
and Bragg knew it.

"But we-" Bragg seemed very worried all of a sudden.

"Enough!"

Bragg let go of my shoulder and Rico slowly got out and moved up front.

"That isn't what this is supposed to be" Kevin said.  "We're taking him to
Walmart where his team can come get him."

So now I had Bragg and Yancy in the back with me.  I was off the floor with
Bragg on one side and Yancy on the other.  That was a relief.  As we sat
there, I realized Yancy kept staring at my bone.  It was still up because
of Rico rubbing my butt and Bragg holding me in odd ways.  Now it didn't
seem to want to go down.  We were moving along in traffic but as Kevin
rounded corners my bone would sway.  Yancy kept watching it intently.

After a minute I turned to Bragg.  "Yancy can't quit looking at my stuff."
I was always shy about that stuff.

Bragg looked over, grinned and then told the others up front, "I think we
got a problem.  Yancy won't stop staring at Eric's boner."

"That's not true!" Yancy cried.

"Well so many people have seen that damn thing this evening, I don't think
Eric'll mind.  But I'm not too sure about having a guy on my team who
stares at dicks that much."

"Yeah" Bragg said eagerly, "he was doing the same thing in the basement.
We were eating and laughing at Eric, but Yancy was sitting open mouthed
just looking at him."

"I was not!" Yancy said defensively.

"Yeah" Kevin called back, "I think he's either gay or just a little too
young to be part of our team."

"I'm 18.  I'm as good a player as the rest of you.  And I work hard at the
store."

"Yeah" Rico said sarcastically, "bag boy."

Kevin glanced over his shoulder and then said "I'll tell you what.  When we
get to Walmart, we'll strip Yancy.  If he's boned up just from looking at a
naked guy, then we don't want him on the team."  I thought to myself that
Kevin didn't need to look that happy about what he was proposing.

I suddenly felt sorry for Yancy.  He practically shuddered when Kevin said
that.  Then he seemed to shiver.

That was when we turned into Walmart.  It was busy for a Friday night.
There were people streaming by, cars circling to find a parking spot.  Of
all nights, this had to happen to me when everybody seemed to be there.

"I'm going around back.  This place is like a madhouse.  Somebody would be
sure to call security the minute they got a look at two naked guys standing
around."

"Aw Kevin," Bragg said, "You always spoil our fun."

"More fun out back" Rico whispered in a voice we could all hear.  "No
witnesses."  He seemed to have gotten over his gloom at being banished to
the front seat.

Then we were around behind the massive store.  It was very dark here, and
the emergency doors were all shuttered.  Unless another car circled back
here, there was nothing but ash cans and dumpsters, with a grove of trees
leading over to the next street.  He switched off the engine.

"Everybody out."

We got out.  They had to drag Yancy out.  He looked wild eyed with fear.

"Fun time" Rico said, and pulled on the arm he was holding.  It was like he
was inspecting a piece of meat in a grocery.  Yancy twisted but couldn't
get free.

"Let's get started" Kevin said.  Walking up to Yancy, who had Bragg holding
one arm and Rico the other, he looked him in the eye.

"This is the moment of truth, Yancy.  You know we can't have a gay guy on
the team."

"I'm not gay."

"So you say.  Now we'll see for ourselves."

While Kevin stripped him, I just watched.  I felt real sorry for him.  The
moment his trousers fell to his ankles, I could see he was hard.  With his
pants down, all the struggle had gone out of him.  I thought he might cry.
Rico reached over and pulled his underwear down; his dick bobbed up in the
wind.

Rico cackled.  Still holding one of Yancy's arms, he grabbed his erection
and pumped away.  Yancy cried out.  Like a puppet in the wind, Yancy seemed
to dance and vibrate, shaking and kicking his legs to try to get away from
the relentless fist that was pumping away on him.  Kevin then told Rico to
stop.  By now all his clothes were gone, even his shoes and socks.  Kevin
tossed them in the car.

Yancy's skin was so smooth he looked younger than he was.  Long hair that
was lightened by the sun from what seemed to be light brown gave him sort
of a surfer boy look.  His crotch hair was thin and light in color which
made it seem less, like he was still growing up.  Now he was bent over
which increased the image of a younger kid.

"Yancy, can you explain this?  Why does seeing a naked guy give you an
erection?"

"I wasn't this hard until Rico-"

"Don't blame Rico.  We all saw it was hard, even before Rico started.
Besides, a normal guy wouldn't get even harder when another guy grabbed him
there."

Yancy was shaking his head wildly trying to deny what Kevin was saying.

I couldn't keep quiet any longer, no matter what the consequences might be.
I said "A normal guy wouldn't want to yank on another guy's meat.  So think
about that before you start talking about who's normal."

For just a second everybody froze.  I guess they had forgotten about me.
Then when the implication of what I had said hit Rico, he let go of Yancy
and lunged in my direction.

The problem with being naked in a fight with a guy who has clothes on, is
that you have to protect yourself as well as fight him.  Both Rico and I
realized this at once, so when he slammed into me, he also grabbed me
between the legs and squeezed my balls until I thought I would throw up.  I
went down on my back.  Rico pilled on top of me, pinning me under him as he
pounded my chest and face.

"Stop, Rico!" Kevin said, coming over and pulling him off.

Rico's eyes were blood red with anger and rage.  I thought for a minute he
might hit Kevin as well.  Bragg just looked on while Yancy somehow thought
it would be a good thing to hide his erection behind both hands.
Unfortunately a guy trying to do that looks even more ridiculous than if he
had left it alone.

Rico snarled at me, "Just you wait, Eric.  I will get you so good you'll
remember it the rest of your life."

"Thanks for the warning.  Witnesses have heard you say that.  So..."

He looked puzzled.  I suppose in his world he never learned threats have
consequences.

Kevin looked at me with disgust.  "Eric, that's typical of something stupid
you'd say.  Now listen up, you two.  We're leaving.  Eric your guys know to
pick you up here.  They should be on the way.  If not I'll give them a call
as soon as we pull out of the lot."

"What about me?" Yancy asked.

"You stay here.  After this display, I don't want you around.  At work I
want you to stay away from any of the team.  I'll warn the rest of them
about you."

"But it's not true.  Honest."

"That's not debatable, Yancy."

For once I felt sorrier for him than for me.  The poor guy looked like he
had lost everything.  Well he had lost his clothes and his team, but
still...

The others climbed into Kevin's car and took off.  When we saw their tail
lights turn the corner of the building, the place seemed even darker and
more empty.

I looked at Yancy.  His hair, which he wore longer on top, was matted with
sweat.  In the darkness it looked black, but actually it was a light brown.
Now that he was standing up without them around to be holding him, I
figured he was about 5 foot seven.  He was still boned.

"Yancy, how old are you really?"

"I'm 18."

"You sure don't look it."

"Well I am.  I have to be 18 to play on the store's team."

I noticed he was still looking at my dick.  And he still was totally hard.

"Yancy, are you gay?"

"No."

"Then why are you still staring at me?  Not just at me but at my dick?"

"I'm not looking at it."

"Yes, Yancy, you are."

He shook his head.  "No."

"Then quit staring."

"Ok."

"You're still staring."

"No I'm not.  Honest."

"Then what do you call what you're doing?"

"I'm waiting for them to come pick us up."

We were side by side, leaning against a dumpster.  He continued to look at
me.  That was getting weird.  My dick decided to respond.  I hated that.
Boned guys have always had that effect on me, not that I have actually been
around that many.

But as my dick grew, his began to bob a little, like it was sending a
greeting.  I was about to say something more when car lights rounded the
building and headed our way.

We got behind a dumpster and listened as we heard the car come to a stop
some 50 yards away.  Then immediately we heard a second car, and it too
stopped.  We looked at each other.

I told Yancy "As boned as you are, we better hope there's no sex maniacs
out there."

That was when a deep voice boomed, "I hear there's some fresh meat back
here.  Anybody want to come out and show us what you've got?"

I looked at Yancy and he shook his head.  His eyes were wide.  I knew he
was scared.  Actually I was none too comfortable myself.  Footsteps were
getting closer.  Then a flashlight was beamed on us.

"Well, surprise!  Here they are, and both primed up hard!"  There was
laughter and behind the beam I could see Lloyd's triumphant grin.  At 6' 2"
he was taller than me, and even in the dark his eyes had those circles like
he never slept.

The whole team crowded around us.  They had come in two cars so everybody
could see what I looked like.  I was sure I looked like hell after all I
had been through.  Several camera phones blinked as they got a snapshot of
me and Yancy, side by side, both totally erect.

Robby pushed his dark curls away from his eyes as he looked us up and down.
"Well, Eric" he finally said, deliberately pronouncing my name as if it was
spelled Ear-RICK, "I guess we need to take one of you home."

"Thanks, guys.  I was afraid if I had to miss work tomorrow, I'd get
fired."  I was hoping things could get back to normal now.

"No way" Robby said sarcastically.  "We'd never let you get fired until
we'd had our fun with you."

"And we do intend to have our fun" Ted said.

"All week long" one of them added.  Another said "Work will never be the
same."  That was met with cheers.

Robby pointed at Yancy, "Kevin said he'd leave it up to us what we did
about him."  He looked Yancy up and down again and shook his head.  "Damn,
kid, how old are you anyway?"

"Eighteen.  I'm eighteen.  Why do people keep asking me that?"

"Well for a nearly hairless kid with a boner, you look like you're 14 at
the most."

"I'm not hairless."

"Sure" he said sarcastically.  "And you're not hard.  And what else is it
you're not?"

I could tell Robby was irked.  Fortunately Yancy didn't say anything back.
Unfortunately he sidled closer to me.  It made me uncomfortable.

Lloyd spoke up again.  The others were just standing around grinning.
"Seems like we can only take one of you.  We filled up the cars thinking
only Eric would be coming back.  Now that we've got two, we need to decide
who's odd man out."

Mark laughed, "If anybody's odd, it's that new guy."

Mark was nobody to talk. He worked in seafood and we called him 'Shrimp'.

"What if one of us lies on the floor?" I asked.

Robby broke in.  "Oh you might end up on the floor anyway, Eric, but we
don't want to be carrying two naked guys around.  You know, it looks bad
for the team.  And probably bad for the store too, although after your
exhibition at the game I don't know if anything could be worse for the
store."

For just a second I realized what a disaster this whole evening had been.
But then Lloyd grinned and raised his arm for silence.

"Let's have a contest.  Since we've got two boned buys here, let's let them
have a jerk off contest.  The last one who cums wins."

The others grinned and nodded.

"But here's the twist.  Each guy has to jack off the other.  So if Yancy
jerks Eric off first, Eric stays and Yancy rides.  If it 's Yancy first,
then Eric rides.  That makes for a little dilemma in how to hand-job your
buddy, right?"

"I don't know about doing stuff like that.  To do somebody else and in
front of other people?" Yancy said.  He sort of trembled again.

"Look, son, you don't have any say in this.  You're just lucky to even have
a chance to get a ride home."

"But if I did, I wouldn't have any clothes to wear.  I still live at home
and my mom and aunt would be there."

"Oh don't worry", Lloyd said, "You'd go home in Eric's clothes.  Then he
could figure out for himself how to get home naked and how to get inside
without his keys."

The guys all liked that and whooped and high fived each other.  In the
noise, Yancy whispered "I'd come back with your keys if that happened."

"Time to begin" Lloyd said.  "Line up and stand straight."

"They're already straight" Paul hooted.  "Look at 'em!"  Paul was 28, the
one with a family.  I was surprised he'd talk that way.

Guys were snapping cell phone pictures as we lined up.  I was worried other
people would come along and see this and call the cops or something.  But
in a way the dark protected us.

Robby then took over giving orders.  "Get started.  Now.  And if anybody is
deliberately going slow, there's going to be hell to pay."

Yancy looked wide eyed.  "Anybody got any lube?"

"Hell, kid , just spit in your hand."

I was dripping, so I knew he wouldn't need any lube on me, but I wasn't
sure of him.  So I spit generously in my hand.  I figured since I had
already cum just a little while ago, I wouldn't go as fast as I usually
did.  Also I figured as hard as Yancy'd been for awhile, he was probably
going to go pretty fast.  I found I was actually looking forward to getting
him off.

"I said GO!!" Robby shouted.

I could tell from Yancy's first gasp that he wouldn't last long.  But I was
surprised at how good his hand felt working mine.  I had never had a hand
job before except from Rita when she got tired of my trying to get her to
go all the way.  At those times I had held off so long I had blue balls,
and when Rita tried to jack it I felt like it was going to get pulled out
of its socket.  But this was different.  Well I guess it should be since
Yancy had the same equipment I did, and he knew how to work it.  But I
suspected this might not be the first dick he had worked on besides his
own.

It felt really slick to my fingers, like a greasy sausage that kept getting
stronger even though it still had a lot of give in it.  He was jacking me
pretty good, but I could tell he couldn't last much longer.  The others
were taking pictures or making comments.  I hated to think what they might
do with those camera phone shots.  Two of them were betting which one of us
would shoot first.

It was a weird feeling having him right beside me like that, feeling his
leg and hip brushing against mine.  It was sort of a turn on.  And I hate
to brag, but I know I was making his sausage sing.  I could feel it, like
it wanted to jump and bounce even though I was going full stroke on it.

Our arms bumped each other - it was hard reaching across like that with his
arm doing the same thing in my direction.  I was surprised at how worked up
he was getting me.  I would never have thought another guy doing me - in
front of an audience no less - could have this kind of effect.  Then
suddenly I felt his skinny pole come alive in a new way, and then he was
shooting off all over the place.  A cheer went up from the group, along
with a loud grumble from the guy who lost the bet about who would cum
first.

Next to me, Yancy was shaking, coming down from the exhilaration.  He made
a sound and shook his head as if he couldn't think straight for a
second. Then he nodded at me.

"So I get the ride home" I said, looking at Robby.

"Wait.  You haven't cum yet" Lloyd spoke up.

"Huh?"  Robby sounded as surprised as I felt.

Lloyd said calmly, almost as if he was explaining this to children, "When
you have a contest, it's between two people.  It's not just a one person
event.  Now it's true that Yancy has shot his skinny wad for us, but
Ear-RICK hasn't done his part yet.  So I would suggest we just calm down
and let Yancy finish what he started on Eric.  Then we can get out of here
and go home."

I hadn't counted on that.  And after all I had been though, I wasn't sure I
could really shoot another load.  Fear can take a lot out of a guy's sex
drive.  Besides I wondered how long we could be back here without a patrol
car cruising by or some stupid customer deciding they could get out quicker
by driving around the building.

"Get started!" Robby said.  But when Yancy took hold of me, I wasn't as
hard as before.  I had been slick while I was going to town on that happy
sausage of his, but now somehow the drive was gone.  Yancy realized it
instantly and looked over.

"Get started Yancy!" Robby clipped.

"I am" Yancy said, trying vainly to get some action going.  Instead it
seemed to be going softer by the second.  Worse still, the precum seemed to
have dried up.  It was getting painful as he tried to give me a dry yank.

"Watch it!" I said.  They all stared laughing at us.

"You were good and hard when you had Yancy's dick to play with.  Maybe you
should go back to that," Ted said.  I hated the fact that Ted always had
the dumbest ideas, and insisted on telling us about them.  Plus he liked to
show off his six pack abs and tower over us any change he got.

"Yeah" Lloyd said, "play with his dick some more while he tries to get you
up."

Actually I was surprised that I did get a sudden jolt sexually when I
grabbed his rod again.  It wasn't hard like it had been, but it had never
really gone down, so it didn't take long for it to get back up.

"Yeah, these two guys really get off on each other" Robby said.
Unfortunately in addition to more jeers, there were more snapshots being
taken.

"Play with his nipples!" Ted said.

Yancy looked at me and nodded.  "He means for you to play with my nipples,
Yancy."

"Oh.  Sorry."  Yancy had one hand jacking me and one pinching my nipples.
Normally I wouldn't have thought of that, but somehow the way we were now,
it felt pretty good.  Also I sort of got a kick out of playing with his
meat.  I mean that sounds disgusting, but after all this, I had a different
perspective on what was fun.  And besides all that, I wanted to get this
mess over with as soon as possible.

But somehow I couldn't get back to that peak where I had been just before
Yancy shot.  Jerry, head of the stockers with the huskiest build, realized
that first, and told Yancy to stop.

"This isn't getting us anywhere.  Now he has to shoot to end the contest.
I don't give a crap if some of you think the contest is over, it ain't over
'til the other guy shots."

"Try sucking him" Robby said.  He had a kind of evil smirk on his face.

Yancy's eyes opened wide with fear and he began instantly shaking his head.

"No. I couldn't do that.  I'd throw up.  I couldn't put that thing in my
mouth."

But the others were closing in on him.  It was a bad scene; he was shaking.

"Just put your lips around it and blow" Ted said laughing.

"Wait a sec and let me try again on my own" I offered.

They actually sneered at me.  At me, who had been their captain.

"You failed, man" Robby said.  "You're the one who called us losers but
really you're the loser now.  We've got to try a better way."

I grabbed it anyway and started in, desperately trying to jack to a
deflating piece of meat.  But too late, Lloyd and Ted grabbed my hands
while Robby pushed Yancy down against my crotch.  Yancy was so scared I
could hear him breathing like he was gasping and hyperventilating.

I felt his face against my dick, and then his mouth being pushed against
it.  Someone mashed his cheeks against his teeth until they forced his
mouth open.  And then...then I suddenly felt a soft warm moistness like I
had never felt before.  Heck, Rita wouldn't really give me head, she'd just
sort of kiss it.  But Yancy was taking me inside.  I gasp.

"Look at him!  Ear-RICK looks like he's about to have a spasm" Ted hooted.

More clicks, more flashes, more pictures and comments, more mockery and
jibes.  Lloyd and Ted, the two strongest, held my arms wide, and suddenly I
was harder than I had ever been in my life before.  Yancy almost pulled
away at the sudden growth my bone had taken.  Robby kept Yancy's head
there, moving it in and out, but I knew I hit the back of his throat
because he gagged.

I twisted wildly, wanting to pull Yancy closer myself, to control the speed
he was sucking me, but I couldn't get free.  I felt like some puppet being
twisted around.  The feeling was increasing more and more, and I finally
shouted "I'm going to shoot!"

And then I did.  Wave after wave seemed to fire out of me.  It was like
nothing I had experienced.  I suddenly realized Robby had pulled Yancy's
head away so the others could film and watch the cum shots.  But I wanted
to work it myself, I didn't want to blindly shoot off into outer space.  It
was my dick and I wanted to work it.  I finally twisted free, or maybe
Lloyd and Ted just left go, but by then my load was done.

I almost collapsed, leaning against the car and gasping for breath.  Poor
Yancy was vomiting and hacking, down on his knees, his hair wet with sweat.
He was trembling again as he gagged.

Then Robby spoke up.  "Time to take you home, champ.  After all, you've got
a big day tomorrow at the store."

Yancy looked up from where he crouched.  "What about me?"

"Your team doesn't care" Robby said dispassionately.

They were leading me over to Robby's car.  "I'll come back" I told him.

They shoved me in the back.  I had to sit in the middle with Ted and Mark
on either side.  Ted with the great build and Mark the shrimp with the
reddish brown hair and the little kid grin.  Just like before, Jerry sat up
front.  As we pulled away I saw Yancy still crouching there, looking all
forlorn.  Now that I was in the car, I had been sure my clothes would be
here too.

"Where's my clothes?"

Jerry leaned over into the back, grinning as he slowly looked me up and
down.  I couldn't cover my dick even if I wanted to, since my arms were
pinned behind Ted and Mark's backs.  Just because he's head of the
stockers, it doesn't mean he can lord it over people like he's the prison
warden.

"You'll get them back when we get you home.  They're in your car."  He held
up my car keys.  "Your apartment key is in your pants.  Everything is
untouched."

Then Robby again spoke up.  "You know you won't be able to give us any
trouble at work now, right?  Because if you do, all these pictures will
start showing up everywhere."

Mark giggled as he looked over.  "But we can do what we want, right?"  With
that he made a grab for my dick and balls.  I tried to crouch over but they
had me pretty good, and he kept grabbing as I twisted.  Ted was laughing as
much as Mark.

"No gay stuff back there guys, ok?' Robby called back.  He had been
watching us in the rear view mirror.

Mark was still giggling.  I thought that he was probably as young as Yancy,
since he acted that way.

Ted reached across and touched Mark's shoulder.  "Calm down, Mark.
There'll still be plenty for all of us even after tonight."

Mark hadn't been actually touching or feeling me or anything like that.  It
was just plain grabbing, and that kind of stuff can hurt if you aren't
careful.

But now we were about to turn in to my apartment area.  It sort of sprawled
with curving streets that circled around into each other.  It would be easy
to get lost, but Robby knew the way.  Until tonight I thought we were
friends and he had dropped by several times.  Things had certainly changed.

We pulled up in front of my building.  My apartment was on the second
floor.  All the Rosewood Apartments looked alike, four units to a building,
each had a picture window in the living room and a breezeway between the
pairs of apartments in each building.  The buildings were all the same
color.  It was so similar it could drive you crazy if you let it.

Finally at last I was home.  But my car wasn't there.

"Where's my car? You said my clothes were in it."

"Well that's sort of a challenge" Robby said.  "See, your clothes are safe
in your car.  All you have to do is find where your car is."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean your car is somewhere around here.  Here in your apartment area.
All you have to do is find it.  Now hop out of the car.  Here are your
keys."

In the back they started pushing me out.  Well actually that damn Mark
thought he'd be cute and patted my butt as I climbed out.  But somehow his
fingers slipped down and he poked me in my crack.  I whirled around and he
put his hands up defensively.

"Sorry, Ear-RICK.  My hand slipped."

Jerry leaned out his side of the car.  "Robby says we'll help.  If you are
going in the right direction we'll tell you you're getting warmer.  Cooler
means the wrong way.  You know that game, right?"

And so I started out.  Robby and the others sat in the car, creeping beside
me.  I hadn't taken two steps before Jerry said "Cooler."

I reversed myself.  Most of the apartments were dark now; it was late.  I
was thankful for that.  The night was cooling off.  Barefoot and nude, I
was beginning to feel cool myself.  I wondered how poor Yancy was making
out.

Around the bend where another of the streets intersected, lights were still
on in an apartment.  The curtains were open and a young couple were
watching TV.  I hurried along but Robby hit the horn.  I jumped.

"Don't run" Jerry said.

I looked toward the apartment.  The man had glanced this way, but it was
dark outside and I doubted he could see me.  I walked on but Robby hit the
horn twice.  The man stood up and came over to the window.

"What did you do that for?" I snarled.

Jerry just grinned.  "Robby says be prepared for anything these days."  The
whole car laughed.  The man was still looking out.  Then he pulled the
curtains.  I hope he didn't see me, or if he did that he didn't know my
name.

Then ahead I saw my car.  I hurried up and Robby hit the horn again.  All
of them inside said in unison, "SLOW DOWN."

Finally I got there.  I unlocked the driver side but there were no clothes.
Then I looked over into the back seat.  No clothes there either.  I
straightened up and turned to them.  Their car was right beside me.

Before I could say anything, Jerry grinned and said "Trunk."

I opened it quickly and grabbed my clothes.  But even before I could start
dressing, Jerry said "Robby says stand in front of our car and dress."

That meant of course I would be in the headlights.  So holding them in a
bundle, I went and stood in front of his car.

"Drop them" Robby said.

I did.

"Now start to dress."

I reached down and as I did, Robby began violently honking the horn.  I
pulled on my shorts and trousers before anything else.  Lights were
starting to come on in a couple of places, and I was sure someone would
call the police about the noise.  Finally I was dressed.  The honking
stopped.

"See you at work tomorrow" Robby called.  They drove off.  I stood alone in
the empty street, hoping no cop cars were on the way.


                    (End of Chapter Two)

Will Eric really come back for Yancy?  What will Yancy do for clothes?
What will be waiting for Eric at the store tomorrow?  With Chapter 3, the
story moves on to the supermarket, but rest assured Kevin and Yancy will
continue to play important parts in the story.  Any reactions or comments
appreciated.  Bart384@yahoo.com