Date: Sun, 18 May 2014 00:21:52 -0500
From: mt <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam 129

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(NOTE: This story involves a "prequel" regarding the O'Toole family
mentioned in Chapter Ninety-Seven.  Several readers expressed an interest
in hearing more about the character of Pat O'Toole.  Although these stories
are stand-alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning
all the way back in Chapter One.  By reading Chapter Ninety-Seven alone (or
for that matter Chapter Ninety-Eight for Coach Don Farbersten), the reader
will have a better idea who the characters are and how they came to be in
that crowded room with Pat being forced to explain to his roommates all the
ordeals he had been forced to endure to bring him to that northern
crossroads.  That being said, we continue with the story from Pat O'Toole –
and friends!


Chapter 129

(dedicated to super-fit Builder JP – who looks better than Tony –
sorry Tony)


	Wednesday night Mike decided things were now much
too... "complicated" he told himself, to take any steps that might somehow
even remotely involve his friend Vince in any of this, no matter how
distant that possibility might even be.  That is why he called his friend
Vince to cancel.  But Vince – still the hardass – would not take no
for an answer and reminded him how infrequently they had seen each other in
the last year or so, and how they always talked about getting together and
how it seemed Mike always backed out, and even how Vince had to change his
plans to move things to Thursday etc etc etc.  Mike ended up feeling like
he owed him or something, so Mike caved in and went back to Sean's
abbreviated birthday dinner.  As Sean had requested, his real birthday
celebration would be postponed until Saturday, but the wife insisted on a
nice supper and cake on Sean's actual day.  When Sean even postponed
presents until Saturday, Mike thought something was really weird.
	All day Thursday Mike rehearsed various excuses for backing out
once more.  But each one was drowned out by that damn card Mike had hidden
in his den.  And after the impossible happening with his son Sean and his
friend Tim, Mike began to entertain a remote possibility there were more
moving parts to this puzzle than he could see from his limited perspective.
So it was with a mountain of reluctance Mike ended up driving his car over
to the Muller household that night.  He expected Vince to answer the door;
instead it was his son Martin,
	"Hey Martin" Mike came through the door giving him a hard slap on
that large back.
	"Geez Mister O'Toole" returning the slap with a punch to his
shoulder "nobody calls me Martin" he rolled his eyes "except dad when he's
pissed – I mean angry – about something or other.  It's Mack okay?"
	"Fine... Mack" Mike growled the name for good measure "so where is
that lazy no-good – "
	"He's up in the attic finishing the drywall.  C'mon" and Mack
dragged him through the house with a brief hello to the wife and Mack's
younger brother, Dennis.  They ventured up the stairs to the second floor
then Mack showed him the newly installed stairs to the third floor "we've
been working on this since... I dunno, forever?"
	"Yeah he told me something about it during the summer" their heads
cleared the stairs and there was Mack's dad covered from head to toe in
plaster dust.  His sweaty t-shirt was caked and clinging to his large
frame; his hair more white than brown.  And man was it hot up there!
"really impressive there Vin!  Looks like you might even finish before..."
	"Before I graduate" Mack chuckled "or knowing dad, the week after I
graduate.  This was suppose to be my bedroom but..."
	"You'll see it soon enough" Vince came over and shook Mike by the
shoulders "glad you showed up.  You just in time to help me with mudding it
in and" seeing Mike's concern "kidding!  Man you should've seen your face.
Actually just finished this section in time for the pros to finish it
tomorrow."
	"Could ya leave it for them?" Mike chuckled knowing how Vince could
be a real skinflint when it came to spending money.
	"They're already robbing me blind" he tossed the screwdriver into
the toolbox "okay I gotta get cleaned up.  I'll be right back.  Mack keep
Mike here from hurting himself, him and power tools ain't on good terms"
and Vince disappeared down through the new opening in the floor.  Mike
looked around the room, concentrating on the work done so far.
	"So um Mister O'Toole..."
	"Mike, okay?  I won't call you Martin if you don't call me – "
	"Okay okay deal" Mack looked around the room, almost afraid to
touch anything, most of one side covered with a fine white dusting
"so... um..."
	"Um... what?" Mike mocked him.
	"Did... um... did Pat say, he said anything about...?"
	"About what?"
	"Did he say...?"
	"He hasn't said... so Mar - Mack, what is this about?"
	"If he hasn't said anything maybe I should just..." Mack
scrutinized Mike's reactions.  He could tell Pat's dad was hiding
something.
	"Maybe I better – "
	"Forget I said anything" Mack found a battered old chair and
plunked down in it.  After giving it a good shaking and dusting though "so
is dad right?  You really all thumbs around power tools?"  They laughed
looking around the room making small talk, exchanging remarks about the
half-finished work until Mike finally said,
	"Okay Mack, it's about the wrestling right?"
	"Damn, I knew Pat said something!"
	"Or is it about that new Kruiser guy?" at which point Mack almost
fell out of his chair.  Mike could not help but register Mack's reaction.
For that alone it was almost worth it to come over tonight.
	"H-h-how d-d-do you know bout Kruisay?" Mack managed to gulp out
before they heard steps on the stairwell.  Two sets of feet coming their
way.  The first head to appear over the edge was Vince's.  Right behind him
was a tight red crew cut!
	"Tucker!" Mack grunted in surprise getting out of the chair
"whazzup?" exchanging the usual slugs and jabs.
	"I assume he's a friend" Vince adjusted his towel once he got the
two six-packs squirreled away in his thermos tote "not that I let the devil
in by accident or – "
	"No Tucker's cool" Mack dusted off a bench and threw a dusty
blanket down on it "what the he—what brings you over here tonight?  I
thought you were – "
	"They're busy I find out" referring to his girl friend and or
friends he had mentioned earlier at lunch.
	"Sucks I'm thinking."
	"Thinking right Mack."
	"So what's with those?" Mike nodded at Vince's beers.
	"I was in the shower when I heard the door.  Of course the wife and
the Menace had to take off for shopping so I barely got decent before I see
this guy" grabbing Ted "already in the living room.  Still not sure he
wasn't here to rob us blind."
	"Funny Mister Muller."
	"Vinnie okay?"
	"So...?" Mike was more than a bit nervous, seeing Vince fighting to
keep that towel tied "you planning to put your clothes back on sometime
soon?" trying not to nod at his audience "if it was just you and me I would
not give a sh—I mean I would not care.  But we got juveniles here!"
	"More like juvenile delinquents" Mack shoved Ted almost off the
bench.  While the two of them talking trash and had their on-again
off-again tussles, Mike used the occasion to continue to check out Vince
out of the corner of his eye.  It had been some time since he had seen him
half-naked like that and was a bit surprised how much he had changed.  For
one he had grown even hairier and that midsection of his was not getting
any smaller.  But his arms were as thick as ever, even if not all of it was
muscle any more.  At least Mike had the foresight – or the basement full
of equipment – to keep himself from heading down the same road to
middle-age spread.  And from what he could see of Vin's son, Mack also
might have to deal with serious beer-belly issues when he got to be his
dad's age.  Hell, he was only a junior and already he was approaching two
hundred pounds.
	"You guys care?" but Vince was looking at the "Menace" not his son.
	"Hell not like we..."
	"Chill Tucker" Mack snarled at him "this is my dad!  He don't know
about your reckless brain-damaged side!"
	"And you do?"
	"You'd be surprised what I know Tucker."
	"Oh yeah?  Like what?"
	"For me t'know, you t'find out, right?"
	"Okay okay okay" Vince stood up, again tightening the ever loose
towel now showing one hairy thigh all the way to his waist "maybe I
better..."
	"Hey if they don't mind I don't" Mike shook his head "not like I
haven't seen it all before" catching the startled reactions from the two
younger ones "guys, we went to high school together don't forget.  So
nothing different than you two..."
	"Damn I hope so!" Mack let slip "no I mean... um..."
	"Hope not what Muller?" but Ted was not joking "just exactly what –
"
	"All I was saying is" Mike let out a loud whistle "guys, I just
meant if Vin wants to let it hang, I don't blame him.  It's hot enough up
here I don't blame him.  So about those beers" Mike needed to break the
tense atmosphere he felt developing between Mack and that Tucker kid.  He
looked like the classic red-head trouble maker – geez another one, Mike
thought – and did not want to create problems between the two.  Not if
this Ted was half as impulsive and incurably troublesome as... Tim was that
his name?  Sean's friend?  Hell this Ted looked like he could be Tim's
brother or something.  Maybe the Tuckers and the Wagners are cousins or
something?
	"Yeah, help yourself" Vince kicked the cooler towards Mike's feet
as he took a seat in that abandoned chair, seeing Vince set his butt down
on some storage boxes.
	"What about me?"
	"When your not in training and it's not a school night..." Vince
chuckled "which means... hmm... never!"
	"Funny dad!"
	"Well that ain't fair!" Ted chimed in "double standard is what it
looks like."
	"Then that's what it is" Vince shot right back at him, chuckling.
	"Well I know the ultimate leveler" and if Ted didn't reach into a
pocket of his cargo shorts and pull out a pack of cards.
	"Put those away!" Mack rolled his eyes "I'm sure as... sure as
whatever you didn't come over here to..."
	"To take your dad's money?  Or his high-school buddy's?" but Mike
heard how Ted drawled that last word.  Like it meant something else.
	"It's Pat's dad okay?"
	"What?" Ted jumped to his feet like he had been stung by a bee
"what?  You're Pat's dad?"
	"Yeah, so?"
	"What'd he say?  What'd he – "
	"Nothing so zip the mouth, idiot" Mack said too loud "c'mon let's
go back to my room and we can – "
	"And I don't think you're a good enough player to get even one
penny outa me, big talker" Mike could smell these guys were hiding
something.  Hiding something critical.  And that kid was the one to crack
if Mike stuck to his gradually emerging plan "so run away and let the big
boys have fun up here or stay and get ready to lose your shirt!"
	"Hey" Vince objected "we ain't – "
	"Figure of speech it all it is" Mike looked at him "we already are
seeing enough flesh for one night is what – "
	"You're on!" Ted yanked the box next to Mike "but we doing teams,
okay?  You and me against the Muller twins" smirking at Mack shifting his
weight back and forth trying to leave "if you're as good as you think –
"
	"Know!" Mike corrected him.
	"Whatever" seeing Mack's panic "man chill okay?"
	"But not money this time okay?"
	"Why?  What happened last time?"
	"I soaked him for an even hundred is what" Ted was already
shuffling the cards "which you still owe me if I remember – "
	"After the holidays okay?" shooting a side look at his dad.
	"Whatever.  But interest is accumulating buddy" Ted hid his smile
"so sit down.  We'll make this short and painless."
	"No guys seriously" Vince was almost beginning to lose his nerve.
If there was one thing he was not, it was a card shark "I'm sure Mike
didn't come over here tonight to..."
	"I don't mind" suddenly Mike realized the situation shifting to his
advantage.  If he could not hold his own against two kids Pat's age, then
he deserved to lose.  But if he played his cards right, so to speak, he
might get a much better idea about what the hell was going on here, what
that slip about his son involved.  Because it was beginning to appear to
even his slow brain that this wrestling team was the center of some rather
nasty goings-on, deeds that had already sucked him first hand into some
ugly growing scandal "I can take your money as easily as... well... unless
I've lost my..." cracking his knuckles "my edge."
	"You're not serious Mike..."
	"Might be fun" Mike lied.  It might be the break-through I've been
hoping to discover, he thought.  And you might be the key, Mister
name-on-list-suddenly-calls, huh?  And maybe just maybe I might get enough
info out of this suddenly assembled group to rip up that damn card!
Because having these three guys here might just be more than a "accidental"
coincidence, Mike told himself.
	"Okay but no teams" Vince feared bringing his son down even further
if he really was in debt to this guy. Mack looked at Ted who just shrugged.
	So Mike sat across the circle from that redhead and Mack and his
dad faced each other in a tight knot "so they couldn't cheat" as Vince
added, chuckling.  He wasn't chuckling however, when his two jacks and two
sevens suddenly crashed when Ted flipped over three sixes.  By that point
Mack and Mike had already folded.
	"Well well well, I guess another Muller is in debt to me now" Ted
almost smacked his lips "what did we say we were playing for again?"
	"We didn't" Mike came to Vin's defense "remember no money."
	"So no money okay" looking at him, keeping breathing room between
him and Mack "so sometimes the guys – "
	"NO Ted!  Not HAPPENING!" Mack feared the worse.
	"What's not happening?" Mike smelled warming blood on the trail
"something you guys don't want – "
	"Mack here's afraid of doing something nasty like involving you
two... `adults'..." fingers in quotes "in something like..." waiting for
the drumroll "um, strip poker."
	"Forget it Ted!  Let it go, okay?" Mack's eyes were bouncing all
over the room, fear and something else all over his face, dreading what his
dad's expression might be.  His dad sitting right in front of him in only a
towel for crissakes!  Not like he was going to actually look at it, Mack
knew better.
	"You guys play strip poker, huh?" Mike smelled the trail grow
cooler "ain't that kinda lame kiddy-pool stuff?"
	"So five bucks a point or..." Ted knew Mack would get his revenge
tomorrow.  But tonight Ted was on a roll, and holding his dad hostage like
this in front of Mack was too wicked to resist "or... one piece of
clothing" making sure not to nod at Vince's towel.
	"Dad!"
	"Mack, your friend here thinks..." Vince stood up "he got us on the
ropes, ain't that right?" he began to tug the towel again "just because
you're gambling what with my kid here I ain't gonna do something so
nasty... gnarly?" looking at Mack "is that the word?"
	"Sick, but yeah..." Mack prayed his dad would not dare.  Like he
wanted or needed to so what his dad might consider a bit "daring" with
these guys here.  He gambled his dad was just bluffing.
	"Well son... you lost" and Vince dropped the towel, standing there
totally naked "but now you've opened that can of worms you better be ready
for when it's your turn" he even put his hands behind his back so everyone
could get a real good look.  His hairy crotch beneath his belly, his thick,
scary-thick cut wrinkled piece of meat, his large hairy balls, all of it
was right there for Ted to gawk at.  He was hoping he called his bluff.
This time at least.
	"Dad..." Mack muttered and turned away.  But not after checking it
out good.  Except for the occasional quick glances coming or going from the
shower or bathroom, this was the first time he actually saw his dad full
monty for more than a second or two "you ain't serious..."
	"Don't worry about me" Vince sat back down "it's your friend you
should be worried about" and he shuffled the cards.  Without his towel.
	Mike now knew something really truly odd was happening tonight.  It
was no accident Vinnie came back upstairs wearing only a towel.  And with
Mack's friend, Pat's friend Ted in tow.  Now Mike knew he had to squeeze
every last ounce of information out of this group.  And it had to be
tonight!  If he was actually forced to do what had been written on that
paper, he only had a few more days to do it.  And never in a million years
did he think he would be sitting here next to a totally naked Vincent
Muller within such a short time.
	On the next hand, Vince could not wait to fold, in part to see if
his son really was spending as much time checking out his crotch as minding
his cards.  When Mack folded as well it was down to Mike and that devil
incarnate Ted.
	"Okay let's see you beat this!" and there was Ted's three eights.
	"Hmm... this could be bad this could be bad" Mike drummed his cards
"and what if I lose this hand.  What's gonna be my... cost?"
	"It's called strip poker for a reason" Ted tapped his cards.
	"So what would be my... piece of clothing?" Mike waved away Vince's
protests "I wanna see if this kid has the balls he thinks he does!"
	"Oh I do" tapping the cards louder "it's you gotta prove you got'm"
nodding at Mike's jeans "those go, with anything underneath."
	"No fair!" Mack jumped up "that counts for two!"
	"We'll call it one, if you agree?" Mike purred.
	"Admit you lost!  Admit you..." Ted's eyes bugged out when he saw
Mike put down his cards.  There staring at him were three tens!  "no wait!
No fair!" then he was on his feet replacing Mack as the indignant shocked
jump-up boy.  Because now Mack laughed saying,
	"Dude he got you, you lost.  It's your own fault!" laughing but
noticing his dad was not laughing "c'mon dad it's a joke!  It's not like
Ted will actually do it!"
	"Well?" Mike smiled his evil smirk "admit the old guys beat you at
your own game or..."
	"Another hand" Ted's hands at his belt buckle "but next hand...you
better not lose" and down came the pants.  Ignoring the protests and
shocked reactions he stood in front of the three and down went his boxers
as well.  He kicked out of them and then something impossible happened.
Even though Ted felt himself start to lengthen he folded his arms facing
Mike, almost daring him to comment on his filling dick.
	"Mack..." his dad cleared his throat "you might want to have your
friend... um.. er sit down before he... um... embarrasses himself."
	"Doubt it's the first boner you've ever seen" Ted sat down and put
his hands over his crotch.  He tried to act tough and cool, but deep inside
he again found himself scandalized by his cock.  This was getting to be a
damning pattern with him, not that he saw himself as an exhibitionist
pervert.  But something weird was going on, and he found himself doing
things he never imagined even a month or two ago.
	"Maybe we better not have any more..." the still totally naked
Vince tried.
	"Nah... we're just getting warmed up" Mike pulled his hooded
sleeveless fleece over his head, pulling his t-shirt half-off in the
process "damn and I do mean warm" seeing three sets of eyes on his exposed
middle "consider it a freebie, after... um... Ted's display" and he was
dealing next.  They all scrutinized their cards for a much longer time.
This time it was Vince and Mike who both folded, letting the two young guys
to fight it out.  It was a bloody round but finally Mack threw down his
hand.
	"Well?" and there were two kings and two fours!
	"Damn!" but Ted was one card short of a jack-high straight.  He
glared at Mack "you've seen it already so it's not like" already starting
to pull his sleeveless sweatshirt up.
	"Leave it on!" he looked at Mike not daring to look at his dad "but
now winner calls something else" gathering the cards.
	"What?" from around the room.  Ted almost looked disappointed.  His
blasι indifferent pose was replaced with shock when he saw Mack put down
the deck and take one card.  It was an eight of clubs.
	"NO!" he yelled.
	"What?  What's the problem?" Mike looked at Vin, or rather his hand
covering all that hairiness down there "you know what they're...?"
	"Take a card Tucker.  That's your penalty!"
	"No, c'mon Mack..." looking around the room "damnit you wouldn't
dare!  I mean your dad... hell not with your dad sitting right there!  And
Pat's dad – "
	"What's the problem Ted?" Vince almost enjoyed seeing the trouble
maker brought down a peg "what's it mean if you take a card?"
	"He's... I mean... it's... it's the Hi-Low game.  C'mon Mack!"
nodding at his dad "you really dare to pull that shit – I mean stunt
with your dad and..."
	"Maybe before anything worse" nodding at the two already exposed
crotches "I mean you better explain this to us" Mike could see Ted was
really nervous now.  The nervous kid with something to hide – something
about all the weird shit involving their wrestling team – was now scared
something was about to shake loose.  Mike smelled hot blood now!  He would
be a fool not to jump at it! "what is this hi low game?"
	"Dad... it's just some messed up nothing some stupid guys on the
team..." Mack stalled.
	"You know how it's played though, right?"
	"Well... um... maybe..."
	"It's not illegal" suddenly Vince's parental circuit kicked it "or
dangerous or..."
	"What your son is daring me to do..." glaring at Mack "remember you
started it... everybody picks a card.  High card gets low card to..."
	"Truth or dare, huh?" Mike all but rubbed his hands together.  Yes!
Now I get to the bottom of this!
	"Yeah, basically..." Mack kept Ted in his sights.
	"Except the other two cards, the middle cards" Ted stared right
back "they can veto it if – "
	"And why would they veto it if..." Vince leaned forward, his hands
in his crotch.
	"C'mon dad, use your imagination" Mack did not turn "some of the
stuff gets..."
	"Raunchy I'm thinking" Mike turned to Vince "knowing high school
guys, sex shit comes up, am I right?"
	"Or guys gotta say things they don't wanna say" Ted turned to Pat's
dad "or admit to.  Secret shit nasty shit better kept " almost saying
buried.  Mike swore he saw Ted about to say something beginning with B and
now he was scared as well.  Suddenly he was just as much at risk as they
were.  But he knew he had to risk it.  Even if the whole thing began to
reek of a major set-up.  At the same time he had to dig deep and find out
who was behind this whole stinking mess.
	"Ten cuts max" Mike said it, all but agreeing.  His neck was
already in the noose after Sunday night, not counting Monday night as well.
So now the opportunity was all but begging to be seized "and I'm gonna need
another beer."
	"Vetoes!" Vince looked at his son "there's gotta be some
supervision in case things go too..." he dared not say it out loud.
	"Two per guy, unless..." Ted did not dare go into all the rules.
	"Okay two" Mike all but agreed for Vinnie.  Hey if long-lost Vinnie
suddenly out of the blue makes this big deal about inviting him over
tonight not taking no for an answer, and why his name mysteriously appears
on that list then damn, there was now hell to pay "seeing as you already
got the ball rolling there, huh Ballsy?"
	"What?" from Mack.
	"In high school the guys – "
	"Hey!" Vince turned red "that was..."
	"You'll have to get that story outa me some other time" Mike turned
to Mack "but I'm already here so yeah I'm in" and Mike took a swig of his
beer and picked a card.  Another eight, he swore.  When Mack all but threw
the deck at Ted he had no choice but to pick a card.  He swore out loud at
his six!  Like further profanity in front of the so-called "adults" would
get him any demerit points at the stage of the game.
	Vince hesitated when all eyes turned to him,
	"Mack?" almost asking his son's permission "you gotta promise me
this ain't gonna mess your head if..."
	"Do it dad, we're cool" and his dad picked a card.  It was the King
of Diamonds!
	"Okay so what's it gonna be..." Vince stood up "I guess we can get
this outa the way" gesturing at Ted to do the same.  When he hesitated
Vince could guess why "I `m thinking seeing boners is gonna be the least of
our concerns, Ted.  So for starters I think it's hot enough up here you
don't need... um any clothes.  Anymore."
	"That's it?" Ted shook his head "you just wanna see me standing
naked with a boner" which is what he had.  As soon as he was standing Mack
saw it again, only this time he was not peering down at it from two stories
above.  It looked even redder up close, that tapered head already shiny
with pre-cum?  But what made it the focus of all eyes was the way it bowed
up arching half-way to his belly, throbbing and pointing at the sky.
	"Okay now here's the deal.  I got one question for you: Have you
and my son ever done the nasty?"
	"Huh?" from both of them, Mack slightly louder.
	"Y'know, you two play hide the wiener, y'know nuts to butts?"
	"Damn no!" Ted spun around to glare at Mack "what does your dad
take us for?  A couple of – "
	"Horny wrestlers, okay?" Mike put up his hands "but remember we got
nine more draws.  A lot can happen between now and – "
	"Those other hands already counted!" Ted realized he needed to cut
his losses "right Mack?"
	"Not a chance!" from Mike.
	"Make it eight more" Vince rubbed the sweat down his furry chest
"now answer the question.  You and Mack – "
	"Well we don't take it up the butt, right Mack?" Ted sat back down.
Instead of answering him, Mack quickly picked a card: Queen of Clubs!  He
was a shoe-in.
	Ted got a ten and Mack's dad – to his slight disappointment –
got a nine.  But when big blond Mike O'Toole pulled a four, Mack knew it
was time to ratchet it up several notch.
	"I guess you can't veto yourself, right?" Mike tossed his card on
the pile.
	"You got that right" Ted was gloating "make it something nasty!"
	"Okay here's the deal I'll give you a choice" Mack looked at his
dad.  He went over to his dad's tool box and pulled out a bottle of motor
oil "rub this all over my dad – everywhere!"
	"Hey wait!  I'm not part of this" Vince tried to protest.
	"And yourself – front and back! – until the first guy shoots
his load!"
	"Wait!  What?" from around the room.  Of course his dad went
ballistic.
	"Veto!" he yelled in a split second "Mack nothing like that is ever
going to happen?  Where'd you get the idea that – "
	"Hey!" Ted double-teamed his teammate "you're the one who brought
up buttfucking!  Mack here was suggesting a simple hand-job that's all."
	"Don't care, the veto still stands!" and Vin sat down again, more
naked than he wanted at that moment.
	"You're lucky Mister Mike" Mack made sure he heard that.  Mike
almost didn't get the swig of beer down before he coughed it out.  How the
hell did he know about... no it was just a slip of the tongue.
	"We'll see whose luck runs out first" and for the third time they
cut cards.  This time Mike was looking at a Jack of Hearts.  Ted picked the
ten of hearts.  But Mack looked at his card and swore,
	"Oh fuck" throwing down the four of diamonds.
	"Vin?" Mike held out the deck.  Vince was more nervous now and when
he saw a four of clubs, he did not know what to do.
	"What... I mean..." looking at his son "now what?  I mean who?"
	"You are both fucked" Ted smiled and if he didn't give his cock a
blatant tug "and hell if you think I'm vetoing anything the big lug
suggests" two more tugs and then he folded his arms, making his cock bob
for their benefit.
	"C'mon Mike, gimme a break here" Vince rubbed his wide bristled
face, covering his eyes in the process "remember we're pals here okay?"
	"I kinda see the logic in this one's" giving Ted a slap to his head
enough to get his attention "thinking.  But there's kids stuff and then
there's adult... shit" looking at the discarded the motor oil from before
"for starters run down to your bathroom and bring back some body lotion,
whatever you got down there."
	"But the wife and Dennis might be back by – "
	"Chance y'gotta take... pal" almost mocking him "you got thirty
seconds starting now!" setting his watch.  When Vince saw he was serious he
got to his feet and headed for the stairs "and when you return, we see that
thing full-out hard, got it?"
	"What?  No!" Vince said from half-way down the stairs.
	"Twenty-four, twenty-three" Mike just continued the count-down.
They heard rustling and footsteps below them from the second floor and just
as Mike was down to the single digits, they heard a loud huffing on the
stairs.  And there appeared a red-faced Vince taking the steps two by two,
tugging his cock now slimy with lotion until if it was not hard it was
difficult to tell.  Not only was it slick and shiny but it was red and so
thick Vince was having difficulty keeping his hand around it.  But the
person most flustered by the display was
	"Mack" Mike turned to him "not forgetting about you" Mike knew time
was wasting and it was the moment to push the pedal hard "stand facing your
dad while he strips and oils you up."
	"What?" from Mack.
	"NO!" from Vince.
	"I AIN'T vetoing that, not a chance!" from Ted.
	"No please Mike c'mon not that okay?" Vin was very pissed, and even
more scared "he's my son for cryin out loud, don't ask me – "
	"Strip him down Vin my man" Mike stood up, beer in one hand, the
other rubbing his belly "now!"
	"Please Mike not like..."
	"Now Vinnie!"
	"Sorry dad I'd veto if I could" but big heavy Mack lumbered to his
feet and lifted his big arms, waiting for his dad to pull his hoodie over
his head.  He saw the fight go out of his dad's eyes and when he reached
out he whispered "it's all good dad, don't sweat it" and then felt the air
hit his damp slightly furry belly and then his chest.  When he saw his dad
hesitate again, he placed his dad's hands on his belt with a slight "do it"
and holding in his gut, his dad finally managed to tug it up and yank down
the zipper.  Mack twisted and wiggled and helped get his pants down around
his feet.  He stepped out of them as his shoes went across the room and
then it was one of those moments that just hung there in all its
implications.  Because the front of Mack's briefs was tented out something
fierce.  His cock was not long enough to rise to the side but instead just
jutted forward all six plus inches.  His dad looked down and a moment of
silent communication shot between them.
	"The shorts too... dad" Mike came up behind Mack, feeling the heat
radiating off his back "now!"
	Mack just nodded as a shaking hand yanked at the elastic waistband
and then it was down around Mack's thick thighs.  His thick fat cock,
similar to his dad's but not as brutal looking, or as thick and meaty,
jutted straight forward from that crotch, almost a mirror image in its
hairiness.
	"Now the reason we had you do your naked streak downstairs to get
that lotion.  The real task is we're gonna see you both smear that lotion
all over each other good, special attention to those cocks and balls – "
	"No! Wait! NO!" from both father and son.
	"Fuck yeah!" from Ted.
	"For five – no make that ten minutes!"
	"Until we see cum!" Ted was jacking off now, no mistake.
	"WITHOUT either of you cumming!" Mike yelled over Ted's comment
"you hear me?  Jack each other for a solid ten minutes and nobody cums.
Now!" Mike smiled at himself at the wickedness of it.  If the powers that
be were going to put him and his family through the ringer, well then they
were going to see who the fuck they were messing with.
	"No please Mike not that, please Mike..." Vince was beyond
freaking.
	"Relax Mister M" Ted smiled "just think of the ways you can get the
big lug back" he came up behind his large hairy butt "and besides, it's not
like jacking with your own kid is like a turn-on or anything..." whispering
"right?"
	"I hate you" Vince groaned but felt a large glop of lotion hit his
hand.  When Mack felt the same in his hand, they both knew it was going to
happen.
	Mack's hand was the first to make contact with cock.  He was not
surprised to feel it had lost most of its hardness but when he started a
slow struggle to get his hand around it and then he closed his eyes as he
felt that cool slickness on his own steel rod, the way his dad's cock began
to respond was a complete and total epiphany for him.  Suddenly his dad's
inner demons were right there as plain as day.  And the way he was tugging
at his cock only meant one thing: his dad was becoming visibly aroused by
what they were doing.  And the realization of that went right to his balls.
And the way they tightened up and his breath got ragged and Mack started to
buck his hips into his dad's hand could only mean one thing: Mack was going
to blow!
	"Don't cum!  Don't you dare cum!" he heard Pat's dad hiss behind
him "that's your dad's cock your jerking fer crissakes!  Cumming with your
dad's hand on your meat?  Are you nuts?  You know how that would look?"
	"Fuck fuck fuck" Mack was grunting and thrusting so close now he
could feel his balls start to twist.  Just at that moment he felt a slap on
his bare ass and the shock broke the spell.  Over and over the two of them
got each other almost there, got each other to the point of going over the
edge and just before they lost it, Mike would give their bare asses a real
hard whack!  And if he didn't Ted would do the deed, now that he was
getting to recognize the tell-tale signs.  By the time Mike called time,
they were both covered in sweat and panting like racehorses.
	"Okay breather, time out" Mike wiped his hands like he was the one
covered in grease.
	"Not a chance... `pal'..." Vince looked down at himself, never
harder redder or more swollen.  Or more shocked by what he had just done.
He looked at his son expecting something like shocked embarrassed disgust
or worse, but Mack's eyes were all but glued to his slimy crotch.  He only
tore his eyes away when he saw Ted grab a card.
	"Fuck this ain't my lucky night" throwing down his six.
	Mike saw Vin grab a card fast and before he looked at it, Mike
grabbed a card as well.  When he saw a three he knew it would not be good.
	"Yes!" Ted yelled when he saw that then "damn" when he saw Vince's
ten "oh shit I guess it's payback time" watching Vince's face shift when
Mack's Queen of Hearts went flying to cover it.
	"Well well well big Mike" Mack rubbed his hands clean but left his
cock shiny and threatening "ain't this been a real education for us little
kids, right Ted?"
	"Make him do something really REALLY nasty!"
	"Well there's nasty and then there's...educational..." Mack took a
seat pointing to the spot in the middle of the forming circle "first the
educational part – "
	"Wait!  You only get one demand" Mike knew he could face down this
guy.  But then he continued to remind himself this was his son Pat's close
friend.  If only the tables were turned he could interrogate this kid until
he had all the answers he was looking for.
	"Like you had my dad first go downstairs naked, then second jack
himself hard before he came back, then third strip my clothes off, then
well..." flipping his cock a few times "you know what the... climax was"
narrowing his eyes at Ted "or not in this case."
	"But it was all part of one thing."
	"And so is this.  First part, Mister-only-one-still-dressed... all
of them" pointing at his body "strip..."
	"Veto anybody?" but it appeared Vin was in no big hurry to come to
his rescue.  Not after the horrible thing Mike made him do with his son.
So when Vince only shook his head, Mike finally pulled off his t-shirt.
His big full furry torso with that sweaty dark-blond hair forming that
triangle between his muscled pecs was enough to get a nod from Mack.  He
stared at Mike's jeans and again silence from Vince.  So Mike balanced on
one foot as he pulled his shoes off then his pants then his boxer briefs
until he stood there naked and shiny, the O'Toole tool center stage.
	"No wonder that's where Pat gets it from" Ted blurted out "what a
fuckin – "
	"I should not be surprised you saw him naked, being on the same
team and everything" Mike was many things but ashamed of his junk, he was
not.  Even when he heard a slight whistle from Vince.
	"You... um... er..."
	"You can say it Vin my man, or should I now say Vin Skin?" Mike
even tugged it a few times pulling on the foreskin "remember what...?"
	"Yeah, all the guys called it the Dick of Death" Vince hated to
admit he was staring "fuck it looks even bigger now."
	"Hey we were all still in high school then" Mike was enjoying the
attention "of course it was gonna grow some..."
	"You really are..." Vince gulped "I mean you're still in good
shape, looking good, y'know?"
	"Thanks" turning to Ted "beer belly and all."
	"Okay now that we're all finished telling Mister Tool here what a
big blond stud he is..." Mack got off his bench "hands behind your head,
and keep your eyes closed."
	"Huh?  What for?"
	"Real simple" he shot Ted the slightest of nasty looks "you're
gonna tell all of your... `admirers'... the most recent time somebody saw
your boner or you saw somebody else's."
	"What?  What did you say?"
	"Boner.  B O N E – "
	"No I mean" Mike suddenly felt the floor fall out beneath him as
his eyes flew open.
	"Hands back and eyes closed" Mack looked at his dad "veto anybody?"
	Vince was too embarrassed to do anything but stare at the floor.
And as for Ted he was too busy taking in every inch of that body, comparing
it Pat's to do anything but nod for Mack to proceed.
	"Okay big Tool when was it?"
	"I can't tell you.  Too many people would get in trouble."
	"In case you haven't figured out yet" looking at Ted "there's not
one guy here who wants a single word of tonight ever leaving this room we
clear on that?  We call it the Secret Four... Secret Attic Four, okay?"
	"But, no really I cannot..."
	"Was it Pat?" Mack blurted out.
	"No – I mean – I can't..." Mike felt the muscles knotting in
his arms with the inner conflict.  Only to realize how good that might
look.
	"When was it?"
	"It was..." Mike took a big gulp of air "I mean it, not one word!"
	"Secret Attic Four swears, right guys?" and Mike heard grunts and
yeahs from around the room.
	"When?!?"
	"Last night okay?"
	"Where?"
	"That would be..."
	"Where?" and for good measure Mack used Mike's t-shirt to tie a
blindfold around Mike's head "if I have to ask you anything twice you're
not gonna like it, we clear?"
	"Fuck... fine..." Mike put his hands back behind his head "my... my
basement... okay?"
	"So it was someone in your family huh?"
	"Yeah, one of my sons, okay?" Mike knew he was now completely and
officially sunk "that's all I'm gonna tell you.  I can't say which one."
	"Okay you win this one" Mack looked at his dad and shrugged "so you
and your kid" and that's when it happened.  Mike jerked backwards when he
felt something cool and greasy on his cock "stand still Big Tool" and Mike
felt a lotion-smeared hand start to play with his dangling half-boner "just
the two of you?  Or was there...?"
	"A friend of his okay?  Three of us okay?"
	"I won't ask you his name but I got a good idea" Mack was charged
up now assuming it was Pat.  He did not know who the third guy was, but if
it was not him, and not Ted from his shocked reaction, then there was
shrinking list of two of three of Pat's friends it could have been "how did
it start" and start it did.  Mack's hand on Mike's growing cock was on a
steady relentless mission skinning the loose flesh back and forth over the
swelling head "tell us the whole story.  Do it!"
	"Damn, no y'gotta stop that, please Mack not... uh... uh..."
feeling himself stripped naked and being jacked with smooth slick lotion
how could he not throw the biggest bone of the evening.
	"The story, Big Tool!"
	"Fuck fuck fuck" Mike could not help rocking into that hand now
that he was completely rodded.  And when that hand returned with even more
lotion, he knew this could only end one way "okay they were down in the
basement working out okay?"
	"Sean's workout area, yeah I know it" Mack shot a look at his dad.
Then without missing a beat began to jack himself as well "keep going."
	"They were working out... uh... fuck, please stop... and it gets
hot in the basement the furnace was on..."
	"Keep going" that hand on his cock began to rub his balls now as
well.  And that displayed that bright shiny cock to its maximum "and then
T-the friend of my son, he yanked off his shirt – I got this rule –
fuck!" and a finger was rubbing around the head beneath the tight foreskin
"no not that please!"
	"The kid had his shirt off keep going."
	"I had this rule – like it did any good – but none of the
guys were supposed to see each other so much as shirtless okay?  I thought
it would..."
	"Prevent the inevitable" Vin's eyes were glued to how hard his son
was getting his former friend's enviable cock.  And out of the corner of
his eye was Ted jacking away like he just discovered his cock "yeah,
well... keep going Mike.  What happened next?"
	"I yelled at them, told them about the house rule.  But when they
told me to keep it a secret – "
	"Like you're keeping it a secret huh, Big Tool?"
	"I promised them I wouldn't they wouldn't say a word but..."
	"But what happened next?  Tell us the whole thing!"
	"First... um... uh" Mike's crotch was rocking into Mack's hand out
of control now "they were out of their shirts fast as soon as I said fine.
Then T-the friend suggested squats and I was wearing
jeans... uh... uh... so I... uh... it was a mistake... I should never
have..."
	"You took off your jeans?"
	"Yeah, in front of both of them.  And they were already showing
y'know the beginnings of boners but when I stripped down to my boxers and
started squats and they're cheap boxers and the fly... fuck!" feeling one
hand on his balls and another tight around his shaft right behind the head
"it started to pop open okay?  And like a fool I just keep doing squats
even when..."
	"Your dick popped out in front of your own kid?" coming from Vince.
	"Yeah, I shoulda stopped I shoulda stopped why didn't I stop even
when..." and then Mike felt a greasy finger slip beneath his balls and find
its way to his hairy crack.  And when he felt it find his hole he gasped
"NO!"
	"Keep going stud" Mack had one hand buried in his crack, the other
tight around the base of his now leaking cock "you were doing squats with
your cock hanging out..."
	"Fuck not that please oh uh... damn!" feeling it press into his
rectum.  But Mack's greased finger was not going to let that tight squeeze
stop the process he started.  Instead Mike felt it press in several inches,
and Mike resigned to his fate "I got hard.  I got a hardon in front of my
own kid!" and then Mike spasmed and in front of the whole room his cock
began to erupt rope after rope of thick white cum!  He shook and flexed his
hips as his orgasm overtook him.
	"Keep going Mack" his dad was out of the chair "that's just the
first.  Keep jacking him and he'll..."
	"No please stop!" Mike's sensitive cock was now trying to pull away
from that hand, every touch pure agony.
	"Did you cum for them?" Mack followed his dad's instructions and
continued a steady jacking, his finger continuing to probe and rub inside
all that hot flesh "did they start jacking you?  Each other?"
	"No..." Mike groaned but Mack could not tell if it was in response
to the question or the continuing stimulation.
	"But you wish they had right?" Mack went for broke "what did you
want to have happen?  Did anybody play with this?" Mack's hand feeling it
begin to respond and thicken all over again
	"No... I mean... yes..." Mike was lost in the sensations coming
from both front and back.  The combination was irresistible "T-the friend
could not resist.  He never saw an adult cock, uncut cock before and his
hand..." this time the rocking into Mack's hand was frantic and spasmodic
"he was so hard it was sticking straight up, S-my son was hard, I never saw
him so hard and just when he started jacking me... oh fuck fuck fuck!" Mike
felt that finger find his prostate "we were interrupted.  Upstairs, they
came home and – "
	"You broke it up?"
	"Fuck...fuck... fuck... oh fuck don't stop" Mike's hands left his
head and were rubbing his nipples like crazy.  He was so horny now he was
out of control.
	"If... if..." Mack looked at his dad "if things kept going, what
did you want to happen?"
	"Oh fuck... oh fuck..."
	"Did you want your son's mouth on your cock?"
	"Fuck fuck fuck yeah!"
	"Did you want those two to suck each off as well?"
	"Oh fuck seeing that!"
	"Did you want to fuck them?" and that did it!  For the second time
in under two minutes Mike's cock shot off!  The rope of cum shot straight
forward hitting Mack right on the neck.  This time Mike broke free and
toppled backwards.  If Vince had not been there to break his fall he would
have smashed right into that wooden chest.
	"Break!" Vince yelled.
	"We keep going!" Ted was out for blood.  Seeing that things were
now full-tilt no-holes-barred sex in Mack's attic he was not cutting them
any slack.  He threw his ten of diamonds down "do it!"
	With cum still smearing his hand and face Mack picked a card.  He
tried to hide it but Ted yanked it from his slippery mitt,
	"Yeah three of hearts!  Mack's gonna regret messing with me now"
turning to Mack's dad trying to clean the sweat and dust off his matted
body "pick!  Do it!" which is what he did.  A six of clubs was not going to
get him any farther down his agenda.  He expected Mike of all people to
call for a halt, to postpone his turn but Mike squared his shoulders and
picked a card.  He stood there with his cock still oozing a bit of fluid,
then looked at the other three.
	"Well what is it?"
	"You ain't gonna like this..."
	"What is it?" and then Mack saw that Jack of Clubs.  When he saw
Mike had the highest card all he could say was "uh oh..."
	"You got that right... Martin" Mike made a point of rubbing his
cock, seeing the expressions on everyone's face now that it had come to
this "after everything going down here tonight, first Vin the Skin here
running around in only a towel" making a point of staring at his crotch
"then not even that.  And this horny kid just `accidentally' showing up and
getting everyone accidentally outa their clothes as fast as he could" Ted
not looking one bit guilty "and now here's the young Muller as horny as his
dad looking for any way to get his rocks off" looking between the two
"sounds familiar huh?" quick look of panic on his dad's face "so let's see
if you take it up the ass just like the old man here!"
	"HEY!" Vince was on his feet, steamroller out of control.
	"Okay Mack grab your ankles and spread'm!"
	"NO!" Vince barreled into Mike and threatened to dislocate his
shoulder.
	"You're gonna sit there and watch your son get fucked right here
and – "
	"No!" the two struggled and twisted each other around, looking like
there would be broken bones or smashed faces any minute "no you won't!  I
veto that!"
	"You veto?" Mike suddenly backed off, raising his hands "you sure?"
	"Fuck yeah I'm sure!  You think I'm gonna stand here and let you –
"
	"You honestly think I would do that to you?  Your son?  Seriously
Vinnie?  What kinda sick asshole you take me for?" Mike squared his
shoulders, not wanting to see Mack's expression "well, it ain't happening,
veto or no veto.  Got it?"
	"So what do you want for – "
	"I forfeit my turn" Mike put his arm around that big sweaty
shoulder "you okay with that huh, Vin?"
	"Would you really y'know if I – "
	"Hell no!" Mike made his point by taking another card.  Another
Jack.  Of Hearts this time.
	"Looks like we're gonnna – you're gonna all over again..." but
this time Vince's luck changed.  He showed Mike his Jack of Spades.
	"This is kinda rigged if you ask... shit!" Ted threw down his Nine
of Spades "okay Mack let's see your two!" but instead Mack showed them
something worse.  He turned over his King of Clubs!
	"Oh shit..." Ted looked to the two adults "c'mon you guys, you
gotta protect me!  Mack, c'mon we're buds don't – "
	"And I'm gonna make sure we stay that way" Mack yanked his canvas
belt free from his shorts lying limp on the floor "turn around!"
	"No please c'mon.  C'mon somebody veto please!" looking to the
adults "guys!"
	"Sorry Ted I'm all outa..." and then it hit him!  Vince spun around
to face Mike "you bastard!"
	"Huh?"
	"I don't have any vetoes left!  You set me up asshole!"
	"Funny you thinking I set YOU up, how you figure that Ballsy boy?"
Mike rubbed his chin "hey Mack easy with that" seeing Mack tying Ted's arms
tight behind his waist, his shoulders and chest straining under the
pressure.  He turned back to Vince "damnit you can't tell me you and your
son like didn't plan this whole thing, you in your towel and all!  And I
set YOU up?"
	"No I mean with that last veto!  You never had any intention of..."
his eye also watching what his son was up to "of... you know... with my
son.  That was only an idle threat just to..." but Vince knew he had fallen
for Mike's trap.  Now he had to play out the rest of the turns with no
safeguards if they got out of control.  Like they appeared to be now that
his son had Ted tied and at his mercy.
	"C'mon Mack y'made your point okay?" Ted twisted and yanked, but
the belt was not giving one inch.  All he could do was stand there and then
to make things worse, he saw Mack pick up Mike's discarded underwear "what
are – no!  Don't!" and then the lights went out as those damp
boxer-briefs were tied over his face.
	"Okay Tucker... we're gonna ask you three questions and then I'll
set you free."
	"Huh?  What?" from around the room.
	"Mack what d'ya mean three questions?"
	"You're getting off easy don't forget" Mack hushed his dad then did
the same to Mike "don't forget what Pat's dad was threatening me with,
remember?  So you don't get a ride on my pole... just yet!" grabbing his
chin and yanking it up "three questions and I better like the answer, cause
if you're lying" his other hand grabbed Ted right in the balls and yanked
"you will be singing falsetto for the rest of the year, got it?"
	When Ted stopped yelling he felt that hand circle his balls and
cock and begin a slow massaging.  Then he felt Mack's other hand return
with something cool and damn!  He was smearing hand lotion all over the
head of his cock!  He could do little but stand there and let his hardon
return.  Twice as fast as before.
	"Question one" Mack turned so he was looking at Mike, not wanting
to see his dad's reaction "was Theo the first to fuck your ass doing one of
those after-school wrestling shows?"
	"WHAT?" Ted screamed, then felt his balls getting a hard yank
"OWWW! NO!"
	"I know you and Theo did a naked wrestling show.  Was he the
first?"
	"Ow no stop!" Ted yanked and twisted but Mack's hands had him tight
"okay okay but not my balls!"
	"Tell me!  Tell us" Mack looked at Mike making sure he was getting
this "who fucked you before – "
	"Damnit Muller!  Okay okay! Damnit... um c-c-coach did, okay?"
	"Keep talking!" and those hands returned to their alternating
massaging and yanking until Ted was gasping for air.
	"Coach... coach Farbersten okay?  He made me do it!  He made me
stay after, just him and me okay?  We ended up naked okay?  And when he saw
I wasn't resisting when he started jabbing his fingers in
me.. uh... uh... uh..." Ted was humping Mack's hand now "things just kinda
happened.  And when he pinned me... by that point we were both so oiled
down and when he slammed forward he slammed it right in okay?"
	"Did Theo fuck you last Friday?"
	"No!" Ted's knees started to buckle "Saturday, okay?  He and
Tanaka... oh fuck oh fuck!" and Ted's hips flexed and before Mack could
stop him Ted's cock exploded, sending his splattering cum in long arcs all
over the dusty floor.
	"He and Tanaka what?"
	"Took..." Ted continued to spasm as another healthy shot was milked
from him "fuck fuck took... they took turns.  All morning okay?"
	"Not Farbersten?"
	"No... he was he was..."
	"What?"
	"Filming it!  Okay?"
	"WHAT?" Mike and Vince both were right there "he filmed you getting
– "
	"They all did" Ted gasped as Mack finally relented from the steady
jacking "whoever was not filming was... on... me... okay?"
	"We gotta report this!" Vince was livid, expecting Mike to be as
outraged "right Mike?"
	"Absolutely!" he went behind Ted and bent him forward "but..."
	"But what?"
	"But I think you still got your third question... right Mack?"
	"Didn't you hear what he just said?"
	"Yeah I heard real well" and before anyone could stop him, Mike ran
his finger between Ted's cheeks and found his hole "but well this ain't
right."
	"Huh?  What?"
	"For a kid who claims he was just gang-raped" Mike pressed into Ted
"this hole sure ain't – "
	"YEOWWW!" Ted screamed as that big finger invaded him "NO!"
	"Like I thought" Mike nodded at Mack "this guy never had anything
up his butt but his imagination!"
	"You were lying the whole fucking time Tucker!" and boy did his
balls suffer the consequences for that!  When Ted stopped gasping and
almost heaving he begged for Mack to stop, tears rolling down his face.
	"Okay fucker, now you're gonna tell me – tell all of us what's
really been happening, we clear on that or you want another – "
	"NO!" Ted yelled, his balls now two bright red sore tennis balls.
	"Okay spill it!  Out with it!"
	"Last... Monday..."
	"Not Tuesday?"
	"What do you know about Tuesday?" Ted tried to yank the briefs off
his head but Mike had taken his station there, just in case.
	"Monday.  Start with Monday!  Now Tucker!"
	"You all gotta promise okay?  No one – "
	"Attic Four keeps their secrets" Mike nodded at Mack and then Vince
for good measure "what happened Monday?"
	"After... after practice Coach, Coach Farbersten keeps me and... oh
fuck promise!"
	"I promise we all promise.  Who?"
	"Me and... I can't say, one of the guys on the team okay?  Me and
him we're kept after all you other guys leave..."
	"Pat?  Was it Pat?" Mike needed to hear this now.
	"No, not on Monday.  Shit!" knowing he spill the beans "some other
guy okay?"
	"We wanna hear the whole thing now okay?"
	"Me and him, we're kept late, they get us, I mean Farbersten gets
us practicing and then he... he wants us naked okay?  So we can't use
straps for grips and shit okay?" expecting something other than grunts at
him to continue "we're naked and I don't know who got hard first, probably
me okay?  But Farbersten keeps us going over and over and it had to happen
sooner or later.  I creamed all over J- I mean all over him.  As soon as I
did Farbersten acts like it's the most normal thing and sends us to get
cleaned up.  Then Tuesday..."
	"You and Theo, right?"
	"How you know about – "
	"Just keep going" and those balls started to feel Mack's impatience
"spill it."
	"This time it's all three coaches, that new Kruisay was there this
time and this time they're really pushing it okay?  They wanted to see if
one of us would actually... y'know do it!  Actually..."
	"Fuck each other, huh?" Mack dared not glance at his dad "but you
did or didn't, huh Tucker?"
	"Almost he almost, I mean I almost..." the sensations coming from
his balls were pain then pleasure then pain back and forth.  Ted wished he
could get his hands free and get his balls away from Mack's torture "fuck,
it was like they wanted to see it, okay?  See who would actually take it up
the ass right there in front of them!  But... oh shit please Mack stop!"
	"So when you finally fuck someone?"
	"Thursday okay?"
	"Who?"
	"I can't tell okay?"
	"Pat?  Was it Pat?"
	"I can't say okay?"
	"Did you ever have to... take it up the ass?" Mack's hand started
batting the tender underside of Ted's sticky cock.
	"Oh guys you can't tell my dad!  He'll kill me!" which they all
heard as yeah, he had been forced to be fucked one of those practices.
	"Okay total how many guys you fucked last week?"
	"Three okay?"
	"And how many fucked you?"
	"Oh fuck if I say you promise?"
	"Yeah we promise" Vince choked the words out.  He could barely
believe this, especially after that little brat got caught in those fat
lies before.
	"T-t-t-two okay?"
	"So if you won't say who, at least tell us when."
	"That next night, Wednesday and..." Ted all but collapsed "this
Monday okay?"
	"But you ain't all stretched out so how...?" Mike expected serious
damage if what he said was true.
	"He was not... I mean hung... and..." Ted admitted defeat "I get
used to it, okay?"
	"Okay son, untie him I heard enough.  Break time!  He's had it"
Vince knew that Ted was physically and emotionally drained.  And so was he.
	"But I haven't" with Mike's help Mack got him untied.  By the time
Mike had retrieved his briefs Mack already had a card drawn.  He looked at
it and groaned.  A Nine of clubs was all but a noose around his neck.

	After opening their beers and with a bit of guilt-peddling from
Mack and even Ted, Vince and Mike finally picked their cards.  When Vince
showed his son his Ten of Hearts, Mack got all sorts of ideas, not of them
appropriate for a father and son.  But Mike was not in a hurry to show his.
	"Waiting for you Ted" suddenly Mike was all about Ted taking a
card.
	"Can I at least recover a bit?  I just shot my wad remember?"
	"You're young, you'll recover!" Mike tapped the deck none too
gently "card!"
	"Geez" and Ted almost had to look twice to see it.  He also had a
Ten, the Ten of Spades actually.
	"Now what?  We cut again?" Vince looked at them.
	"Yeah cut again!" Mike threw his card back in fast.
	"Not so fast" Vince grabbed it and turned it over.  There was
Mike's Four of Spades!
	"Doesn't count, we do it again."
	"Nope that's not how it works" Ted wanted revenge in the worst way
"so now unless Mack here vetoes both me and Big Muller get to give you your
punishment!"
	"Hey no fair!  That's not – we never did that before."
	"We never had two high cards before" Mack looked at his dad "but
Ted's right.  Two highs cards it is."
	"Guys c'mon!" but Mike knew he was screwed.  And he prayed not
literally.
	"Okay we'll cut you a deal" Vince looked at Ted "instead of both of
us, we'll let YOU pick, how about that O'Toole?"
	"Pick?  Pick what?"
	Instead of answering him Vince grabbed a piece of newsprint from
the pile in the corner and tore it in half.  He gave one to Ted with a
pencil while he kept the other and found a grease pen on the floor.
	"We're both gonna write something.  We won't say out loud what it
is or give you any clue.  But whichever one you pick, you do it, got it?"
	"That's not even close to fair!"
	"Like it was fair you threatening to fuck my kid?  Like that?'
	"Okay okay you made your point!" Mike had to admit he was getting a
deal here.  But he had to make sure to pick the right one.  But how?  He
watched both of them writing, scribbling scratching out and finally folding
them into small balls.  Judging by their expressions and Ted's frequent
glances at Mack, Mike guessed that his ordeal was something to do with
Mack.  Mike was not sure how nasty that might be, but judging by all that
had already gone down, he knew it could not be good.  So his first instinct
was to pick Vince's.  But he could not shake how pissed he probably still
was with him.  So before he went crazy Mike blurted out,
	"Ted's okay?"
	"Yes!" Ted pumped the air.
	"No I changed my mind you Vin!"
	"No fair!" Ted spat "you said mine first!"
	"Which is it Tool?"
	"Damnit, you guys play evil games, making me pick!"
	"Like you don't?" Vince glared right back at him.
	"Okay, only because I really need to know how far you would really
push this.  How much rope you want to hang yourself with..." Mike reached
over and grabbed Vince's paper and unfolded it.  He read it first confused
then furious!  For all his calculating had hung himself but good.
	"Read it! Read it!" both Ted and Mack were desperate to know, for
different reasons.
	"First, I'm reading yours" Mike grabbed Ted's before anyone could
stop him "even though I ain't doing it, this is what your son's friend
wanted me to do.  He wrote: in front of his dad, suck off Mack and swallow
his cum!"
	"Fuck you Tucker!" Mack was disgusted and turned on in equal
measure "okay what did dad write?"
	"I say this or you want to?" Vince locked eyes with his friend "he
jacks off until he shoots his load!"
	"What?  That's all?" Ted sounded disappointed.
	"There's more" Vince could not contain his victory "tell'm."
	"Ain't doing it!"
	"He has to jack off and do what?  Do what Mike?"
	"He thinks I'm gonna jack my meat while sucking a cock!" like that
would ever happen.
	"And pics to prove it!" Vince delivered the sucker punch "ain't
that right?"
	"That's a disgusting thing to even suggest!" Mike swelled up as big
as he could "and you of all people.  In front of Mack to boot!"
	"Like we ain't seen worse" Mack went over to his shorts and pulled
out his cell phone like this had all been planned.
	"Put that AWAY!" Mike tried to snatch it out of his hand but Mack
tossed it to Ted who got a pic of Mike and Mack struggling and wrestling
around, both covered in sweat and grime and dust.  And both all but naked
`hey!"
	"Payback's a bitch ain't it Tool?" Vince intervened between the
two, then it was a pic of the three of them, naked father and son and
briefs-clad friend.  Mike heard click after click in front of him, behind
him and even a few directed right at his full crotch, all of their
crotches, until he found himself with Vince pinning his arms behind him and
then it was Mack taking pics of him from his face down to his ankles, with
special attention at those briefs now down around his knees, that long
uncut dick flopping around like it was the main event.
	"Lemme go ya bastards!"
	"It's time we start seeing some dicks in mouths, we clear on that?"
	"No fuckin way!" Mike fought as best he could, in the back of his
head imagining how he looked like that, shiny and naked with his arms
pinned behind his head, his chest all heaving and full.  That little voice
in his head kept saying, let it happen let it happen.  Remember why you
came here tonight, remember everything's at stake "I don't suck dick!"
	"Steve at the lake" Vince whispered to him "or should I say – "
	"What?!?!" Mike yelled but he heard him just fine.
	"We kept that secret too long maybe we should – "
	"Don't you fucking breathe a – "
	"Time to suck dick or time these guys hear – "
	"Damn you Muller but you're gonna pay" Mike broke free, ignoring
Mack's questions about the little he overheard.
	"Okay Big Tool let's see that thing at full mast.  Do it!"
	"You are so dead" but as soon as Vince stepped backwards, giving
him use of both arms, Mike's hand went down to his crotch in a futile
attempt to cover himself.
	"There a flash on that?" Vince saw Mack crouching down in front of
Mike's muscular thighs.
	"No but mine does" and then it was Ted digging around until he
found his cellphone.
	"Hey!  Not both of you!" Mike covered himself twisting his front
away from them.  He heard Vince start to threaten him again and knew it was
time.  He had put up enough of a fight to make it look good, but now it was
time to do what he came here for.  To get big fat Vinnie Muller so far
behind the eight-ball that when, if or when he called him to do what that
damn card demanded of Mike, Vin would have little choice but to come racing
over with his tail between his legs.  And just the thought of beating Vince
at his own game made Mike determined he would go through with it.  Even it
meant putting his mouth on that meat.  Again.
	"Okay big stud, let's see you get that thing up and running.  Now!
Do it Tool!" and that is what Mike did.  He knew he had shot two loads
already but all that did was make his primed for the main event "okay you
two watch and learn.  You'll see why we called him the class stud.  Mike
here can get that thing primed in seconds flat" and if big Vince Muller
didn't grab a chair and bring it over next to where Mike was standing,
facing not one but two camera phones, one flashing every ten seconds or so
"save it don't waste it until you see his mouth on my cock!" looking at his
son "you're gonna see your old man get a blow job.  How you feel about
that?  You think that's sick?"
	"Fuck no!" Mack took another pic, this time of his dad starting to
slick his meat up and down.
	"Hey no face pics got it?" pointing at his son's phone "not of me
anyway" evil chuckle from his round chest "same goes for you too Ted!"
	"Got it Mister M" but Ted was too busy watching and recording
Mike's cock starting to fill and harden.  And when it did they both
realized again where Pat's genes came from.  Because that hardening tube in
front of them was a shower and a grower both!  By the time it was full out,
Ted gulped "how big is that thing?  Eight?  Nine?"
	"Ten and a half" Mike was getting into this almost.  Even when Mack
told him to take his hand away and give him a double biceps pose with that
bazooka straight out and bending a bit to the right.  He was so busy posing
and mugging he was not paying attention to Ted saying,
	"Gotta check the battery, take over Mack" which is what Mack did.
When Vince saw his son struggling to take pics with one hand and start to
jack off with the other, his own cock wasted no time in getting to its full
size as well.  They were both so into it, they did not notice Ted was not
checking his battery, but without giving himself away was instead
downloading and sending all his pics to "hell okay now where were we?  Oh
yeah, time to see some sucking!  Man Mack I think your dad really wants..."
and then Mike turned sideways and right at chest level was Vince's hard fat
cock, the wide head almost purple.  He barely had the head in his mouth
before Vince grabbed the back of Mike's head and started short quick jabs
into that tight gagging throat.
	"Okay guys remember no face shots" Vince was gasping and rocking
faster and faster, ignoring Mike's attempts to catch his breath "okay Toole
jack that meat like you mean it!  We're gonna see that cannon explode all
over again!  And you better make it snappy cause I can't hold this much
longer" closing his eyes, not wanting to see his son jacking off to this
sight.  Because that would only trigger the inevitable.
	Mike could not get his throat to relax around that fat cock.  He
choked and gagged and felt it stretching his jaw and neck wide enough that
Mack's camera was flying back and forth, first shots of Mike's red face
gagging and tearing, then his hand a blur on that long tube.  Mack was so
close himself he had to get his focus off his cock and instead located that
bottle of body lotion.  He squeezed a quick rope of it onto Mike's cock
just as his dad pulled his cock free of Mike's mouth.  Mack had never seen
his dad's cock this hard and shiny just inches away.  Not so fully engorged
and shiny with spit.  He almost didn't react in time when he heard Mike's
gasps and grunts and he picked up his cell phone just as the third and
heaviest shot of cum was pulled from that lotion-smeared cock.  But Mack
did get the shot of his dad slamming his cock back into Mike's face and in
ten quick jabs Mack watched his dad's hips flex and knew his dad was
unloading his sperm into Pat's dad mouth.
	"Pull out pull out we gotta see it!" Ted's flash was now in Mike's
face as Vince pulled his cock free of that stretched mouth, cum running
down his chin as the last spasms oozed another healthy glob of cum from
that wide splayed piss slit.
	"Oh fuck!" Mack's hand was a blur bringing himself to his own
orgasm.
	"Don't!  Freeze!" his dad barked at him, his dick back in that
mouth "you don't dare cum til I say you do, you hear me Martin?"

	Even standing there with cum running down his chin and neck,
ignoring both Ted and Mack taking even more pics Mike could do little more
than catch his breath, until Vince yelled at them to put those phones away!
Now you two!  Even then Mike was back at those cards in a flash.  He pulled
a Jack of Clubs knowing it was not the best.  Not the worst either so he
kept it to himself when Mack went to pull something high, his hard cock now
demanding attention and fast.  His Eight of Spades would not do much good.
And when Ted pull a Nine of Diamonds he got more worried than he expected.
Not that Ted would do it, do what Mack almost expected someone to pull at
this point.  The full dick-in-ass experience was right around the corner.
With some nudging Mack got his dad to take a card, still wiping himself
off, his towel back on with a bit a concern now that he realized just what
he had done in front of them.  His Five of Spades just stared at him.
	"Well Mister M unless Cock of Death here has something better,
looks like it's you and me" and damn but if he didn't go for his phone
again.
	"Put it away" and finally Mike turned over his Jack "well well
well."
	"Not again!  Not you and me again.  C'mon Mike it was just a blow
job okay?"
	"In front of your own son and his friend and taking like a hundred
pics of me doing that with my cock out and cumming, yeah I got that part"
he turned to the two young guys "don't think I will forget this anytime
soon.  Or those pics..." looking at Mack directly "so what happens to
them?"
	"If you think I'm gonna spread them all over the – "
	"You better not" from both Mike and his dad, both with a lot to
hide "I mean it Martin!"
	"And your dad would not be happy hearing about any of this" turning
to Ted.
	"And he won't" Ted put his phone away "and I won't either, we clear
on that?" turning back to the towel-wrapped Vince "so what am I so not
going to be vetoing?  What you got planned for..." nodding at Mack's dad.
	"Okay Mack, what's the most degrading disgusting thing you would
not want to witness your dad doing?"
	"Huh?  Me?"
	"Don't make the kid say..."
	"Huh Mack?  What would burn a permanent image into that sex-crazed
brain of yours having to watch your dad do?"
	"C'mon Mike that's evil making him..." but Vince knew, they all
knew what the answer was.
	"You want me to say that?  You want me to say watching my dad take
that" pointing at that half-hard cock still hanging from Mike's crotch
still smeared with lotion "take that and rip open his ass?"
	"Well you heard him" Mike sneered "like you said, payback's a
bitch, ain't it Muller?"
	"NO!  Wait!  Please not that!" Vince was on his feet "not in front
of them, okay?"
	"You mean you'd spread for me if they weren't here?"
	"Fuck no, that's not what I meant!"
	"Then what did you mean?"
	"I... uh... not in front of my own son!"
	"But otherwise you'd do it, right?  You'd let me fuck you raw?"
	"Hell no!" he saw the faces on his son and his friend.  It was
obvious they both would give their left ball to see exactly that.  To
finally see two adult men go all the way, buttfucking and all "c'mon can we
go somewhere and talk about this?"
	"Nope, here's good" Mike rubbed his chin then held out his slimed
hand to jog Vince's memory "good enough for them to watch me swallow your
load, it's good enough for them to see you take mine up your butt.  Right
guys?" turning to Mack.  As he expected the idea was not making that dick
go down.
	"It's not their decision it's – "
	"Mine, exactly" Mike looked at Ted, nervous but horny.  The same
for Vince's son "I could put it to the vote..."
	"YES!" from Ted.  A nervous nod from Mack.
	"See?  Your own son would not mind seeing your ass on the receiving
end of my prong" giving it a shake or two.
	"Guys!  C'mon!  Martin!  You kidding me?"
	"But!  BUT!" Mike held up his hand.  Damn this was why he had
endured all of the shit so far.  This moment was why he came over tonight,
reluctant and scared shitless.  Now it all paid off "but... but!" getting
Vince's attention "because we're friends, because I'm a nice guy, I'll cut
you a deal."
	"What deal?" Vince knew by that point Mike was one evil bargainer
"what I gotta – "
	"Nothing... now, nothing... tonight" Mike's words were like honey
"but one night this week, when I call you you will pay MY place a visit and
then..." turning to the two young guys "with no witnesses, no cameras!"
turning back to Vince "you will put yourself at my mercy.  Either you bend
over and take it up the butt here and now or..."
	"Okay okay deal!" Vince knew he dodged a bullet.  Because having to
let himself get fucked was so far beyond the impossible he could not
imagine anything worse.  Unless it was the horror and humiliation of doing
it in front of people he knew!  His dick shriveled to a bare stump but
luckily the towel covered his fear.
	"Okay that's my round" again Mike was the first to pick a card
"next turn!"
	"My luck has got to change!" and Ted grabbed for a card.

	And did it ever!  He waved his Joker high in air,
	"Joker I got the Joker!" he beamed.
	"What does that mean?" Mike threw in his Queen of Spades.
	"Tell'm Mack!"
	"It means..." he looked at his dad, then threw down his Three of
Hearts "it matches his Queen" knowing Mike's revenge for everything so far
would be severe.  Mack already got the lotion and slumped down to the floor
on his knees expecting the inevitable.  Because he knew what his dad
dreaded doing in front of him, he would now have to do in front of his dad!
And be fucked by two guys!
	"Does it match my... King?" and his dad threw down his King of
Clubs.
	"Dad..." Mack suddenly saw something even worse.  Because one of
those two guys would be he own dad!  His dad and his friend both taking
turns ripping open his ass.  In front of Pat's dad on top of it.  The
thought was terrifying and arousing both.  He began to see what a really
sick fuck he was turning into.
	"Yeah... yeah... it does" Ted's sudden triumph was muted now.
Because he suspected Mister O'Toole would have done everything and anything
to Mack.  And with his dad watching that would only make it more sweet.
But now it was his own dad, Ted began to think it might not be a total sex
blow-out like he had seen "so we two..."
	"Okay Ted, here's the deal" Vince looked at his son "I ain't blind
or stupid so I got a real good idea how far you would like to push this
now, what you sick brain and hard dick are planning.."
	"Fuck yeah!"
	"But here's the deal" looking at his son "you let me take this one
and..."
	"Hey no fair I won too!"
	"And your wild card... um..." side glance at Mike "Mike knows I'm
good for my promises.  So if I agreed to meet up with him..."
	"Dad no!" Mack knew or suspected what Ted might do.
	"Either you take it out on Mack now or..."
	"Or what?" Ted felt his long-delayed victory slipping away.
	"Or like I promised Tool here.  You pick a night and..."
	"No dad, don't do it!"
	"Or it's you and me when you – "
	"What?!?!" Ted just about flipped out "you ain't serious!  You
saying you're stepping in for..." nodding at Mack kneeling on the floor.
	"Exactly.  When and where up to you."
	"Oh dad, no..."
	"Which is it?"
	"Deal!" Ted looked at Mack "me and Mack can get our rocks off
anytime!" ignoring Mack's gasp "well?  You wanna tell him about practice –
"
	"Shut up Tucker!"
	"So I'd be a fool to turn this down.  Whenever and whatever I say,
right Mister M?"
	"Well within reason..." he looked at his son "but yeah... that's
the deal.  So you agree?"
	"Fuck yeah I agree!  And I can... I mean..."
	"Yeah you call the shots... again within reason, we clear on that?
Nothing that gets us arrested or puts me in the hospital, we clear?"
	"Oh yeah we are SO clear" Ted looked at Mack "your dad just saved
your ass.  You better show him a real REAL good time now."
	"Well Vinnie, is this where...?"
	"I can't be lying and saying there's a lot of talk about
buttfucking going around this room now" he turned to his son "but stand up.
When this is over maybe you would wished that happened instead."
	"Huh?"
	"Okay gimme that" Vince took the lotion from his son's visibly
nervous hand "and sometime you and me gonna have a good talk about all of
this.  And how you ain't fighting tooth and nail to prevent anyone"
squeezing a dollop into his hand "especially your own father!  From taking
a turn up your hole" and just like that he began to smear it up and down
Mack's hairy crack.  His finger found and then pressed into that tense
hole.  As he dreaded he found it tight.  But not tight enough "who did
this?"
	"Dad!" Mack gasped as he felt that thick forefinger press into him
"ugh!  Dad!  No!"
	"Who fucked you son?"
	"It's... school... guys..." Mack could only get single words out as
that finger found and then began a rhythmic sliding in and out of his
loosening hole.  As much as he was trying to hide it from his dad, from
himself, from the whole world, there was one thing he discovered about his
body of late.  And that was something up his butt was more amazing than he
ever thought possible.
	"Who?  Tell me son!"
	"School... practice... wrestling..." he crouched down, in part to
hide how hard he was getting again.
	"Stand up straight!" and just like that his fat middle finger went
all the way in "talk!"
	"Dad!" Mack grimaced, squeezing his eyes shut, knowing what kind of
expressions were on those two faces watching this most recent ordeal.
Finally Mack realized there was only one more deal of the cards he needed
to worry about, and the chances of him having to be the victim were slight,
so he decided he had little more to lose.  He went for broke "okay okay
wrestling practice okay?"
	"Tell me!"
	"Don't!" from Ted, knowing he would go down in flames as well.
	"What happened?"
	"If I don't tell, if I don't spill it, you know Pat will" cracking
his eyes open to see Mike watching him as well "oh dad!" feeling that
finger find that electric button inside him.  It all came together in a
flash.  His dad and Pat's dad had history, they probably did the nasty in
the past.  They probably went through the same thing when they were high
school jocks, his dad knew how assholes liked things up them, all of it!
	"What happened at practice?"
	"What's happening you mean..." Mack straightened up grabbing his
cock, blatant and jacking getting into the sensation, the display of what
was going on between him and his dad.  And when he felt his dad's hand
knock his hand away and grab him by his cock, the floodgates opened "it
started with practice okay?  One of the guys, I can't say – no it wasn't
Pat – at least not the first time, but one guy threw a bone during
practice..."
	"It's no big thing okay?" Ted knew what was coming and wanted to
spin the damage as best he could.
	"Keep going!" Vince's two hands were keeping up a steady assault,
both back and front.
	"First a guy got a bone during practice okay? Oh dad dad..." the
finger in his hole was joined by a second.
	"And?"
	"And... oh fuck oh fuck" making little pretense not to begin
rocking back and forth on those fingers, grunting in time to the
coordinated attacks on both ends.  His cock began to leak now that all the
previous stimulations were bringing on an orgasm fast.
	"And?"
	"And... oh fuck oh fuck and Coach did not go ballistic when some
guys threw rods, instead he acted like it was no problem."
	"In fact he said – " Ted tried to cut him off fast.
	"Let Mack tell the story!" Vince could see how turned on his son
was.  Either from what his hands were doing to that round hairy body or
what his memory was calling up "keep going.  Your coach did what?"
	"He... I... I mean he said... almost like encouraging it okay?
Once guys started the idea boners ain't no uh... uh... big... uh thing uh
practices got... uh... guys grabbing guys balls, grabbing cocks
until... damn oh fuck..." Vince yanked his hand away and pulled his son
back into him, arching his back to show how hard and dripping that cock
was.  And how close he was to cumming.
	"Until what happened?"
	"Guys... I mean I got... uh everybody got so wound up uh one guy uh
he uh creamed his singlet okay?"
	"Keep going!" Vince's fingers working around in that stretching
hole, now massaging and jabbing at the bump that could only be his son's
prostate "then what?"
	"Then uh all of it uh started unraveling okay?  Pat wrestling
D—I mean a guy uh damn he blew his load okay?"
	"Who Pat?" now Mike came closer.
	"No the other guy uh guy wrestling Pat, he uh he shot his load and
Pat gets this uh rep then uh he can make anybody uh shoot off uh just
wrestling them... ugh ugh ugh..."Vince's other hand now was working Mack's
thick balls, leaving that hard cock to bob and flex with his impending
orgasm.
	"You too, huh?"
	"Oh uh uh no not that first day but... oh fuck oh fuck yeah..."
	"You shot off during practice?"
	"Yeah oh fuck yeah like oh fuck it gets to be a regular thing uh
like we ain't finished practice til uh one guy uh he's creaming for the
team!  And then oh fuck don't stop oh fuck yeah jack me oh fuck then the
other shit starts uh when Kruisay – "
	"Kruisay was there?"
	"Yeah, when he started showing up oh fuck don't stop fuck fuck"
Vince's hand returned to his son's now bright red and drum-tight cock "then
uh the main shit starts uh after school..."
	"What happened after school?" Mike was too nervous to say, after
Kruisay.  Because now he was getting a stomach-wrenching idea that those
stolen glimpses into his basement that Saturday morning were not tricks of
the light!  He actually had witnessed his sons, all three of them, having
sex with Kruisay in his own house!
	"The coach uh Farbersten uh knew he pushed it uh Kruisay pushed
this shit uh as far as he could uh everyone else watching uh but then he
starts singling out uh two guys staying uh after and... oh fuck!  Yeah dad,
jack me!  Jack me I'm gonna – "
	"Keep going!  After school!"
	"Guys like forced uh made to wrestle each other uh naked and
everything okay?  And the coaches uh all of them watching and uh then
filming oh shit!  Naked and jacking each other off uh then uh sucking uh
each other then uh fuck oh fuck DAD!" and Mack could not hold it any more.
Vince yanked his hand back to those tight balls but Mack's cock swelled up
and then started exploding all over Mike's legs.  Once that happened
Vince's hand resumed its torture.
	"Did you do this, these things?"
	"Stop stop!"
	"Keep talking!" from both Vince and Mike
	"Fuck yeah I uh I I HAD TO!  I HAD to wrestle Th—I mean this
guy.  At first just uh wrestle to pin uh and cum rubbing each other.  The
next time with – "
	"Pat?" damn but if Mike was not jacking himself, still smeared with
Mack's cum.
	"Not that time, the next time but yeah oh fuck stop!  STOP!" but
Vince's fingers up his son's butt were not letting him go.
	"Did you get fucked?"
	"Uh uh uh oh stop not there... oh dad oh dad...yeah dad yeah
finally hoping once I did they would let me stop uh not want me any more
let me off the hook.  Cause now they were looking at guys with the biggest
cocks" opening his eyes watching that big cock right in front of him
jacking off "like Pat okay?  Like Theo okay?"
	"Big mouth!" from Ted.
	"You too!" Mack continued "guys with big long thick cocks, the
bigger the better.  So I was finally off the hook... uh I mean for the time
being" Vince finished the torture and yanked his hands away from his son's
flesh, like the realization of what he had done suddenly overwhelmed him.
	"You have more to add to this?"
	"Like he said" Ted looked at the two adults "like big mouth said
here, it started with boners and then messed singlets and now guys are
being pulled after school to see how far they can be pushed but
yeah... sucking and fucking are the least of it."
	"You were forced to do this shit too?" Mike looked at him, now with
a bit more sympathy and less alarm.
	"Yeah, I seem to get paired with dudes... um..."
	"He means..." Mack found his breath the same time he found that
dusty dirty towel and tried to clean himself up as best he could "black
dudes, Hispanic... anybody who's not pasty-skinned like this mutant albino
here."
	"Watch it Mack!"
	"Joke!" Mack was too tired to fight "joke, geez..."
	"We'll see who's joking now" and if Ted didn't grab the cards and
pull one fast "unless my head is so sexed out, we still got one – "
	"You shitting me?" but Vince again had a loud hardon that needed to
be fixed.  He looked around the room and realized Ted was the only one who
had not shot off "isn't this enough for – "
	"Do it!" Ted all but shoved the cards at him.  So naked and aroused
big round Vince Muller pulled a card but quickly turned it face down.
Ted's Nine of Diamonds instead flew onto the bench.
	"Damn..." turning them over to Mike "we won't hear the end of it
unless..."
	"I got a bad feeling we won't hear the end of this no matter what
we do" and Mike pulled his card.  As soon as he did Mack did as well.
	"Okay I guess this is it" Mack flipped over his card.  There was
his Jack of Spades "Mike?"
	"Ain't gonna beat that" with his Nine of Clubs.
	"C'mon!" suddenly Ted was panicking, seeing he and Mike were tied
for the bottom "my luck can't be that sucky!  C'mon Mister M save my – "
	"Sorry" his Ten of Hearts was like some kind of bad joke "like I
thought maybe..."
	"Wow..." suddenly Mack's emptied balls seemed a minor inconvenience
at best.
	"Okay lemme think lemme think" Mack looked at his dad "guess this
is one of those times when all the shit hits the fan huh?"
	"Martin..." his dad lowered his voice "don't..."
	"So let's I mean like lemme catch my breath and just take in this
scene a second" eying his friend "we got Kid Menace here who just
`accidentally' shows up tonight, huh?  What's up with that?"
	"I just did okay?"
	"Looking to do what?  This?"
	"Fuck no!"
	"Fuck I think yes..." Mack made no pretense of not examining every
inch of his naked body "looking for hot sweaty fun I'm thinking.  But maybe
you got more than you bargained for huh?"
	"No shit!"
	"Maybe not.  Maybe this was exactly what you came over here.  But
you didn't know how to get the ball rolling huh?  A pack of cards!
Typical, Tucker..."
	"Hey, I didn't know how else – "
	"Busted!" Mack looked at his dad "and you!  Suddenly you get this
idea last weekend suddenly you have to finish this room up here.  And like
showing up wearing only this towel" rubbing it down his chest "not too
subtle dad."
	"Hey..." he rebutted.
	"And now we got you" looking at Pat's dad in a fresh light "you
like this weird wild card I can't figure out yeah rounding it out we got
you Mister O'Toole" Mack stepped over to him and blatantly started rubbing
his hand up and down his front, settling finally on grabbing him around the
dick.  As he expected Mike did not pull away "except for maybe once or
twice at church you and dad hardly ever spend any time together.  Until
today huh?"
	"Hey your mom, I mean your dad – "
	"However whatever.  Suddenly kinda suspicious you just `drop by'
and then all hell breaks loose huh?" rubbing his balls now and getting the
reaction he expected "so weird, so odd, all these piled up `coincidences'
huh?"
	"Like I said..."
	"Well you!" then turning to Ted "and you, both got the short end
now.  And sorry dad, your veto days are so long gone so..." Mack delivered
the bomb "you two gonna figure out which one of you is now gonna take it up
the ass – "
	"NO!" from about ten voices at once.
	"Oh and just to make this as nasty as it gets" Mack enjoyed the
expressions on their faces almost as much as enjoying tying his dad's hands
on this one "we keep souvenirs of this!" and out came his cell phone "huh?"
	"Put that away!" his dad tried "cause even if those
two... y'know... there's no way that – "
	"Cause if Big Tool takes Ted's ass" pointing the phone at Mike's
naked front "I would hate to think what his dad the big judge would say if
– "
	"So is that it?" his dad stepped between them "is this blackmail
now?  You threatening now to report all this – "
	"Are you kidding?" Ted joined in "after all this all our necks"
slapping Mack on his thick shoulder "are just as much in the noose as your
two... um... `adults' okay?  So what's up with the camera Mack?  No
seriously!"
	"Because... seriously..." looking at Ted, seeing him not as soft
and shriveled as he expected at the idea of bending over and taking that
scary dick while everyone pervs on it "what's going on here, no not just up
here in the attic, but all over town – I mean c'mon Ted!  Like you can't
tell me there are other high schools all over the country doing the shit
we're being forced – "
	"Forced?" Ted spat out "like you telling me we're REALLY being
forced.  C'mon Mack, half the guys – "
	"Okay okay okay" seeing his dad's panic "maybe forced is the wrong
word... let's say... um... `encouraged' to do shit none of these guys would
ever admit to doing, much less in front of their team or their..." looking
at the two adults "or worse their own dads, okay?"
	"Yeah it's been just getting worse and worse after practice okay?"
	"So you admit you been – "
	"Ain't admitting shit but..." Ted kept stealing looks at Mike's
equipment, doing mental measurements "just the idea..."
	"Finally able to ride the ride" Mack in turn was stealing looks at
his dad's junk "and let it go over the top, y'know what I mean?  Actually
just do it and not worry about anything but having that dick just ram the
cum out of – "
	"Martin!" his dad knew what he meant "c'mon!  We're talking
about..." not daring to say it.
	"Full tilt buttfucking" Mack finished for him "until dudes cumming
like they can't..."
	"But why the camera?  Those pictures could destroy any one of us!"
	"Because shit's going on that no one can imagine is why" he looked
at his dad "and not like something as total balls-out sexual full tilt sex
like this could even happen again, right dad?"
	"Well... um..."
	"Exactly" Mack knew the time for stalling was over "so you two
decided?"
	"I can't fuck you" Mike looked at Ted "for a thousand reasons, not
least because..."
	"My dad right?"
	"For starters yeah" Mike looked at Vince for help "and even if you
weren't underage..."
	"You don't think it would fit, right?" Vince blurted it out "you'd
split the kid in half with that thing, huh?"
	"No shit..." Mike looked at him "not that the idea..."
	"This thing would make me see stars right?" and if Ted didn't start
stroking it.  He was about to bend forward with the unambiguous motion of
having his mouth zero in on it when Mike grabbed him,
	"Hey, c'mon we can't even think about..."
	"Either that or..." Ted straightened up and slid behind him,
rubbing his red pubes up and down Mike's ass crack "you'd bend over and let
me fuck you in front of your friend and his son?"
	"No..." Mike hesitated "hell... no..."
	"Maybe we better call it a night" Vince looked at his son "and you
and me have a real long talk about all this" his voice a bit menacing.  But
more weary than intimidating, Mack noted.
	"Okay Ted spill it" Mack took a quick pic of him rubbing against
Mike's butt "yes or no.  You've had dicks up you, yes or no?"
	"Fuck Mack" pulling away from Mike, but showing the beginning of a
chubbie "you know what's been..."
	"Yes or no?"
	"Damn, okay yeah, okay?"
	"As big as Tool of Death here?"
	"Damn..."
	"Who Farbersten?"
	"Mack c'mon!"
	"Yes or no?"
	"Yeah okay?"
	"Kruisay?" Mike's imagination kept returning to his Saturday
morning visit, and what happened between him and his sons, all three of
them! in his own basement "is he as big as..."
	"Yeah, he's uncut like you" Ted decided to just let it all out "and
when he's boned it's like scary thick okay?" looking at Mack "at first
nobody thought – I mean it's like my damn wrist okay?  Tanaka suggested
– "
	"Coach Tanaka?" Mack gulped "him too?"
	"His is more tapered and – "
	"They all fuck you?"
	"I gotta draw you a picture?" Ted locked eyes with Mack and his
cell phone "and yeah, they filmed it okay?" hearing the gasps "and and
here's the real deal okay?  Tanaka I could handle but Kruisay just almost
like just the head and I felt something rip okay?  And boy was he pissed!
So the punchline now is unless I wanted even a hint of what I had already
done with guys on the team – like just one or two damning pics – to
find its way to my dad, I was supposed to somehow get you" looking at
Mack's dad "and especially you, they mentioned you by name" turning to Mike
"to... y'know... I was given the dirty duty to get to you guys okay?"
	"I don't understand" Vince could see the net widening and growing
more sinister by the minute "you were supposed to do what exactly?"
	"Get you two... um... naked and... push it, okay?"
	"Well getting dad naked was not a problem" Mack stole a quick pic
of his dad's naked front before returning to the main event "so
Farbersten..."
	"Kruisay actually" Ted looked at Mike "wanted me to see if you
would... well just what you would and would not do if..." looking around
the room "if guys made themselves... well... open to the idea of..."
looking at Mack "anything and everything, we clear now?"
	"So you saying Kruisay did fuck you?" Mack was still putting the
big picture together.
	"Well yeah if you count just the first – "
	"So you really saying Mister O'Toole here, that dick would not
be..."
	"I've had worse okay?" turning blotchy red everywhere as the lie
spread down his blue-veined skin "there okay I said it.  If you think
Theo's cock is scary you should see his dad!"
	"You're bullshitting!"
	"Yeah right" looking at Mike "yeah, both of them, both of the
Johnson's, until they both shot their loads up my ass!"
	"Stop!" Vince could not handle this.
	"Twice okay?"
	"I don't I can't believe you" Mike sputtered "your hole is hardly
stretched out like it would be if – no you're making this all up" hoping
he was.  Because then this trap Mike found himself in was not as big and
menacing as it now felt "even if half of this was true when that gets back
to your dad – "
	"Would go postal seeing his son taking black cock up my virgin ass,
get it?"
	"That's blackmail!  That's rape!"
	"I um agreed okay?" Ted glared at Mack "because if I didn't, they
were gonna make you!"
	"No!"
	"Or Pat!" seeing Mike's reaction "do the dirty deed!  But like I
said, I've done worse" and there it was.  Everyone knew what Ted was
hinting at "so Mister O it's up to you what's it gonna be?  Because this
sausage" his hand back on it, rubbing life back into it "would not send me
to the hospital even if that was your fantasy."
	Ted looked around at the other two and realized no one was really
buying his bullshit.  Seeing the skepticism around the room, Ted crouched
down and just like that the head of that uncut cock was in his mouth.  The
first time Mack flashed the camera in their faces they stopped to bark at
him.  But once that big cock was well on its way to filling and then
choking the young redhead they were not bothered by the occasional
interruption.  When Mike was hard and shiny Mack grabbed his shoes tossed
into a corner and began unlacing them.
	"Stand up Tucker" Mack ordered "and put this on Big Tool" handing
him a shoelace.
	"Huh?" Ted took it then got the idea fast "wow..."
	"You too" handing the other to Mike "anyway you want as long as
when you're finished those cocks are fat and red got it?"
	Mike was the first to start tying loops around Ted's equipment,
encircling both balls and the base of his now very hard cock several times.
Seeing he still had almost a foot left he circled just the base of his cock
several times in a tight tourniquet.  Just when he was finishing Ted went
to work on his junk.  But Ted went for something different and much
nastier.  Instead he started by encircling each ball first and then the
ball sac pulling it down and away from Mike's shaft.  Then he tightened a
loop around the base, then another half-way up Mike's now throbbing cock.
When he went to tie Mike's foreskin, Mike knocked his hand away,
	"No!  That hurts!"
	"Let him" Mack ordered "looks like Tucker here's done this before,
huh?"
	"Damn not so tight!" Mike spasmed as Ted tried to pull the foreskin
over the head but by then Mike was way too erect for that.  Instead Ted
settled for the last loops tight behind that long taut head, making it
swell even more.  When it was bright red and almost twice the width of the
shaft Ted took the lotion from Mack's dad and squirted a huge dollop into
his hand and then Mike's.
	The two of them stood facing each other, lubing each other's cock
and then stretched balls as Mack and Vince closed in to watch this.  Mack
took several pics of their hands stroking each other's shiny obscenely
erect cocks.  When their hands began to rub beneath each other's balls and
dig deep into their cracks, Vince took back the lotion and began to jack
himself watching this display.
	"So what you decided huh?" Mack did not need to jack himself,
keeping both hands on the phone, his own cock curving up and to the side.
	"I can't I just can't" Mike stood there, his cock making a liar of
him "if any of my kids ever got wind of this" part of him believing they
might freak "especially Pat.  Promise not a word promise!" and before
anyone could answer him he pulled away and then there it was, the picture
at least Vince had always wanted to see.  Big Mike O'Toole, totally naked
and covered in sweat and oil, and more aroused than anyone he'd ever seen
dropped down to his knees.  Then he leaned forward with all his weight on
his elbows and his ass high in the air.  Vince and his son's phone were
glued to that sight as he spread his knees wide, exposing his now greased
pucker.  All of them knew it was going to happen unless it was Vince to
stop him, but the way Vince was lubing his cock it looked like he would
stick it to his friend unless Ted got there first.  With more nudging than
Mack thought he needed, Ted got down on his knees between Mike's and lined
up his greased cock for the target.  With all his jacking and greasing and
yeah, those laces around his dick and ball, Ted was so primed he could
barely breathe.  His head found the wrinkled circle and with all of his
strength he lunged forward, impaling Mike on the full length of his seven
inches of lean cut dick!
	Mike screamed and toppled forward, almost trying to pull away but
Ted's weight pressed him down to the floor.  Between Mike's struggling and
Ted's rapid out-of-control jabbing, Mack and Vince's hands barely had time
to find each other's cock before Ted gave out a loud gasp!  A series of
slowing lunges was enough to tell them Ted had emptied his nuts into Pat's
dad's ass.
	"Stop!  Enough!" Vince pulled away from his son's hand as Mack took
several pics when that long shiny cock slid free of Mike's now raw and
stretched hole.  But instead of loosening his cords and helping Mike to his
feet, Ted pushed Mike back down on the dusty dirty floor and rolled him
onto his side.  When Mike was flat on his back, gasping for air, Ted pulled
away from Mack's hands and before anyone could stop him, he plunged himself
down on Mike's stretched cock pointing straight up.  It took several
bounces to get at least half of it in.  And in spite of Vince's, and even
Mike's, several attempts to pull him off, Ted flexed and bobbed up and down
on that ten plus inches of thick engorged cock until with a deep and
wrenching moan his ass was flat against Mike's pubes.
	"No!  Get up!  This is wrong!"
	"Tough shit Mister M!" Ted let slip "I popped you now you pop me!"
	"But you're too young!  If anybody – "
	"We don't tell Pat you don't tell my dad" Ted saw Mack come around
to his front for the last series of pics.  The cords held and continued to
keep some hardness in his bright red shiny cock.  He grabbed it and
squeezed it when he saw the flash go off.  Now that Mack had his shot Ted
began a slow and excruciatingly painful up and down motion on that
ass-splitter.
	"If you can make him cum a fourth time" Vince's hand was a blur now
"you can name your reward got it?"
	"You and Mack" Ted was bobbing up and down now, his head thrown
back and his eyes tight with concentration "both of you naked okay?"
	"You already seen..." Mack knew what his friend was capable of.
	"You two and me and..." Ted felt that pole in him begin to swell
even more "I make you two do anything and everything got it?  Suck fuck all
of it?"
	"Hey that wasn't our deal" Mack looked at his dad, or rather his
cock being jerked like a crazy person.
	"Huh Mister M?" Ted began a circular grinding on that dick "the two
of them, father and son, sucking each other, then taking turns fucking each
other huh?  Until they're both covered in each other's juice.  A dad and
his own son huh Mister M?  A son taking his dad's cock up the ass huh?"
speeding his rhythm knowing this should work "dad pumping his own kid
harder and harder!"
	"Fuck stop!" Mike had stopped resisting and now was grabbing Ted by
his waist, blatantly thrusting upwards into that tight hot ass "no please
I'm gonna I gonna..."
	"Pounding his kid mercilessly that big daddy cock making hamburger
outa his kid's prostate until his kid is blowing his load just from getting
pounded!"
	"Oh fuck oh fuck!"
	"Do it!" Ted saw Mack's dad ready to blow "all over his face!  Do
it stud!  Cream all over – "
	"FUCK!" Vince yelled and began unloading all over Ted's shoulder
and then just in time all over that big blond-slighty furred chest and then
Mike's neck.  When Mike felt that he let out a scream.
	"Dad fucking his son!  Then that big-dicked son up your ass too!"
and Ted could actually feel it; that cock inside him was flooding his hole
with white-hot jizz "yeah Pat's cock making you cum again and again and –
"
	"NO MORE!" and of all people it was Mack pulling Ted off Mike's
body.  Mike was gasping for air and twisting from side to side so out of it
he barely noticed several hands trying to untie that wet tangled shoelace
from around his junk.  When the finally got it unlooped, his cock oozed out
the last of his load.  Ted stood over them, erect and smirking,
	"Never saw that coming, huh?"



	By the time they got those two out of there and the room
straightened up enough that it did not look like an orgy had just torn
through that attic, it was well after ten.  Both of them were wearing
shorts, a bit spooked to be naked in front of each other now.
	"Go take a shower before..."
	"Yeah mom had to hear at least half of that" Mack headed for the
stairs.
	"I'll tell her, I don't know what I'll tell her but whatever I do
she'll believe it, you know your mom" he shooed him away "now get going!"
	"Right" and Mack was gone.
	Mack enjoyed the warm shower, a bit surprised how grimy and smelly
he let himself get in all the excitement.  By the time he was finished and
heading towards his room wrapped in a towel he heard the shower start up
behind him.  If he needed a shower bad, his dad needed five!  But seeing
him sweaty and covered with plaster dust and... fuck, all the other shit as
well was not as gross as Mack would have thought.  He still had that
initial image frozen in his brain when his dad appeared wearing only a
towel.  Mack had seen that dozens of times, but not in that specific
location and sure as fuck not in front of other guys!  As much as he
thought it was odd he felt himself getting turned on all over again.
	"Fuck what's wrong with me?" Mack pulled his towel away and began a
slow pointless rubbing up and down his front.  He was just closing in on
his pulse-throbbing cock when he heard a knock at the door,
	"Mack can I come in?"
	"Uh... um... okay" Mack quickly pulling the sheet over his lower
body.  The door opened and there again was that still shocking
towel-covered body.  After all that had happened Mack would have thought it
would be familiar and almost boring, but the way his moustache and hair
were matted down and those drops of water clung to his chest, Matt let his
eyes linger a second too long.
	"It ain't much to look at okay?" his dad started "not like I'm all
muscled up and ripped like Mike..."
	"You're fine okay dad?"
	"Seriously?" Vince took a seat on Mack's bed "even after..."
	"That was the most – "
	"Disgusting... I know" Vince rubbed his eyes "that's why I came in
here, to see if we can somehow patch things up between us so at least I
gotta apologize okay?"
	"For what?"
	"That should have – none of that should ever have happened.  And
sure as f-sure as hell not with your or that Tucker kid within a hundred
miles okay?"
	"But that's what made it so..."
	"So disgusting and wrong?" his dad rubbed his hands over his head
"not to mention illegal!"
	"It wasn't disgusting okay?" Mack shifted his weight so his growing
condition was not visible "illegal?  Probably."
	"Definitely!"
	"Only if it gets to the wrong people..."
	"Like his dad."
	"Yeah probably."
	"I hope those pictures..." Vince needed to get to the real point of
this talk.
	"Already erased" Mack lied "see?" he leaned over and retrieved his
phone from his shorts on the floor.  He opened the pictures file and showed
what remained to his dad.  There were some of groups of his friends from
school and a few at some location he did not recognize.  But all were
totally g-rated.  His dad's eyes went between the screen and what Mack had
uncovered in his motions to produce the evidence.  Mack followed his dad's
eyes down to his exposed groin "shit oops!  Sorry" trying to cover himself
up.
	"N-n-no..." his dad cleared his throat "um... leave it..."
	"Huh?"
	His dad answered by putting the phone down on the bed, his hand
grazing Mack's bare thigh.  When it began to travel all over his leg and
then brush his hairy balls, Mack gasped.
	"You must think I'm a total pervert now, huh?"
	"Dad..." instead Mack leaned back and gave him full access
to... everything.  And seeing his dad's hand hesitate next to his wrinkling
scrotum, even when his cock gave several lurches to full hard, he knew this
was going to happen "dad... after everything that already happened..."
	"Looking at you" the hand was rubbing Mack's thigh like that was
all there was "it's like looking in the mirror twenty years ago..."
	"And thirty pounds ago" Mack countered the comment by rubbing his
hand now over his dad's furry belly.  When he tried to untie the towel, his
dad's hands stopped him.
	"No, this is so wrong!"
	"C'mon dad just let me..."
	"No..." his dad stood up, just as erect as Mack expected "because
if we do, then..."
	"You saying you would freak if I wanted to suck you now?"
	"Mack?"
	"And let you suck me..." halting his dad in mid-stride "or... even
fuck... me?"
	"Martin, we can't even..." his dad hesitated, knowing if he stayed
then it would all tumble out "we will talk about this some other time."
	"And in the meantime my dad is now at O'Toole's mercy!"
	"I couldn't have let him f—"
	"And even worse Ted's mercy!  Dad you don't even have half a hint
what he's capable of!" Mack shook his head "and here you are spooked by the
idea of messing with a guy – with me..."
	"You're my son Martin!"
	"Who gets all freaked if his son thinks maybe he's kinda hot okay?"
and just like a freaked ghost he was gone.  Mack lay back on his bed, not
knowing where to begin to unravel any of this.


	Mike O'Toole however, went home that night, his head scrambled and
shaken to its core.  He regretted everything that had happened.  And even
more he regretted the fact that his friend – his former friend! – had
witnessed the depth of disgusting behavior he was capable of.  It was one
thing his son Sean and that little menace – he rubbed his face, no they
knew better than to breathe a word.  And what happened at that school
between him and Pat – he shuddered just thinking about it.  He had told
himself he had been trying to get to the bottom of what trouble his sons
were in, but was coming to realize HE was the one in real trouble.  He was
the one who could not dig deep enough to find something he would not do,
did not secretly fantasize about doing!  Suddenly big Mike O'Toole was
capable of doing anything with anyone, and anywhere they told him to do!
No he did not need to be coerced!  That was the worst part!  He was growing
to enjoy this, to actually seek it out!  So that night and all the next day
he wrestled with himself, whether to throw in the towel and admit they won
or see this terrible business through to its horrific end.  Because he knew
it would be horrific.  Because if guys like Vince, good old boring lumpy
straight-as-he-was-gone-to-seed Vince, could be involved in shit like this,
then Mike had to see this through!