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Wow, they sure are pissed off at you.

"If I hadn't come in, you'd be here till tomorrow morning.  And all you did was fumble the ball.  Anyone of then could have done that.  Here, let me help you out.  Geez, they didn't even let you shower.  Man, that really sucks.  You made a touchdown.  Didn't they even take that into consideration?  I guess they figured since you fumbled at the one yard line you lost them the game.  Man, this tape is strong.  So are your legs." I told him.

I couldn't help myself, I had to run my hands over his fuzzy cheeks and down those thick thighs.  He squirmed especially when I got close to his crotch.  I went back to work on the tape around his shoulder pads.  It was wrapped around his neck and wrists.  Whoever did this was on crack or something.  And where the hell did they get this tape.  I thought it was regular duct tape, but it wasn't.  I couldn't tear it at all.  I had a pocket knife, but I much rather played with the tape.  He seemed to have trouble breathing.  I finally took the tape gag off.

"God, thanks.  I was about to suffocate.  My sinuses are all screwed up." He said.

"It really is a good thing I came in." I said.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I got a call that the water heater was out.  I think it was a bogus call.  It's working fine.  They must have wanted me to find you." I told him.

"They said they were going to call a fa....gay guy to come fuck my ass." he said.

"I know whose idea that was.  Your quarter back knows I'm gay.  He likes to fool around with guys once in a while.  I met him at Mardi Gras, in a gay bar.  I sucked his dick.  Then he punched me and left.  I've never told anyone before." I said.

"He's such a prick.  I hate that guy.  I think he sucks as a quarterback to." he said

"I agree.  You guys lost the game because he can't get the damn ball off quick enough.  He got sacked twice because he's just to slow." I said like I was telling him something he didn't already know.

"I appreciate you helping me out here.  And thanks for not fucking my ass." he said.

"Don't thank me yet.  That thing is calling my name.  That's one fine ass." I joked.

"Thanks" he chuckled.  I had to cop a feel once again.  

"It's nice and firm to.  That would make a nice pillow." I joked squeezing his butt cheek.

"Not the way it smells right now.  I can't wait to get in the shower." he said.

"You smell sexy to me.  I want to get these damn pads off you so I can smell your pits." I said, wanting to tease him as much as I could.  "At least, I can get to that jock." I said bending over to sniff the pouch of his jock.

"You're crazy.  I guess you really are gay." he said.

"Totally, and you look like beef on a hook to me right now."  I finally got the tape off his pads and peeled it off his neck.  I pulled the pads off.  His upper body was now all mine.  He was wet with sweat under the pads.  His pits dribbled sweat down his sides. His chest was as beautiful as his ass.  It was covered with fine fur.  I ran my hand across his pectorals.  His nipples perked up with my touch.  "You don't mind do you?" I asked rubbing his chest.

"I'd mind less if I wasn't tied up." he said.

"You wouldn't let me if you weren't tied up." I challenged.

"I wouldn't have before, but I have to admit, it kinda feels good." he said.

"I can make you feel a lot better than that, but not while you're tied up." I said.  I finally pulled out my pocket knife and started cutting the tape.

"You had a knife all along?" he asked.

"Yeah" I smiled.

"You're enjoying yourself aren't you." he said.

"Hell yeah,  I could have enjoyed myself a lot more, but they didn't blind fold you." I joked.  I finally got him free.  He sat on the bench and pulled his pants and socks off.  

"Let's see if there's hot water." he said.  He pulled his jock off and tossed it to me as he went into the shower.

I sat watching him shower while I fumbled with his jock.  He showered as though I wasn't there.  When he was done, he looked for a towel.  "Ah shit, they took all the towels."

"I'll lick you dry." I offered.

"I might have to let you." He laughed.  I saw a clean towel and got it for him.  He thanked me and started drying.  I took it back and dried his back.  Then his butt.  He grinned and spread his legs and arms.  I went on and dried his entire body, cock and all.  When I was done, I was standing behind him.  I bent over and licked from his butt crack, all the way up his spine to his hair line.  "Whoa." he said squirming.  "Do that again." he said.  I stuck my tongue as deep down his crack as I could and worked my way slowly up to his neck.  He closed his eyes and squirmed again.  Then he took my hand and led  me into the trainer's room.

He laid down on the massage table.  He didn't say a word.  I went to work on him.  I used my tongue as much as my hands.  I worshiped his entire body.  He moaned and groaned as I worked him over.  I rolled him over and started on his front.  I worked all around his now hard cock.  Then I took his cock down my throat.  He let out a grunt and shot his load deep down my throat.  I choked.  I hadn't expected it so quickly.  I pulled off and jacked him till he stopped my hand.  Then I sucked him gently till he went soft.

I found a small towel and wiped him and me clean.  "That was great." he said.

"I enjoyed it." I said.

"You didn't cum." he said.

"That's okay." I said.

"No hell it's not.  That wouldn't be right." he said.  For the first time, I noticed just a little country boy accent.

"What are you going to do, suck me?" I asked.

"No, but I'll jack you off.  It ain't right for you to pleasure me and not get something in return." he said.

"That's nice, but believe me, I got something out of it.  You don't have to feel obligated." I said.

"That ain't the way I was brought up.  Fair is fair." he argued.

"Well hell, if you want to that bad sure, I'll take a hand job." I gave in.

"Get yer clothes off." He said.

"Okay" I said.  I was somewhat confused.  Here I'm thinking this guy's straight and he wants me to get naked so he can jack me off.  I took off all my clothes.  My cock was hard.  He looked at it and smiled a crooked smile.  He looked behind me and saw a bottle of massage oil on a counter.  

"Get that oil over there." he said.  I took the bottle to him.  He turned me around and pulled me up on the table between his legs.  He pulled me up against his muscular body.  Playfully, he squirted oil all over me.  He set the bottle aside and began rubbing the oil all over me.  He massaged me from behind, all the way from my chest to as far down my legs as he could reach.  Finally, he grabbed my cock.  He jacked my cock for a while, then juggled my balls.  He'd go back and forth over and over.  The pressure began to build in my balls.  I wondered how long he was going to toy with me before letting me cum.  I wasn't going to get my answer any time soon.  I almost came several times, but he'd stop each time until I calmed down.

The oil ran off my body.  He started scooping it up and adding it to his.  His chest became slick against my back.  I started feeling him making a humping motion.  I reached between us and found his cock smashed against his leg by the cheek of my ass.  I pulled it up against my lower back.  It was as hard as ever.  Now he could rub it up and down my back with just a little flex of his abs.  

"You gotta fuck me." I said.  I never invited that before.  I'm usually top, but I never felt muscles like this against my back either.  The oil, his muscles, his hard cock, I wanted him to use them all on me.

"Ain't never fucked a fella before." he said.

"I ain't never asked for it before, but you really need to fuck me." I said, throwing his accent back at him.

"Hell, they's a first time for everything I guess.  Don't got a condom though." He said.

"Got any bugs?" I asked.

"Nope." he answered.

"Then fuck me." I said.  I started to get up, but he pushed me over on the table.  My legs dropped over the sides.  He scooted back a little then scooted forward pushing his cock against my hole.  It wasn't ready and didn't give in.  He grabbed the bottle of oil and poured some down my crack.  I felt the cool oil run down my hot pucker.  He eased a slick finger in.  I grabbed the table and gritted my teeth.  He worked at my nearly virgin hole until I was able to relax and accept his intrusion.  Then he eased his cock head past my sphincter.  

We both moaned as it moved deeper and deeper in.  This position worked for a while, but I wanted him deeper inside me than our legs would allow.  He wanted to go deeper to.  Together, we moved off the table.   He held my hips tight against his groin.  We chuckled as he worked to get in a better position without him slipping out of me.  There was an exercise ball in the corner.  Laughing, we shuffled over to the ball. I laid over the ball and spread my legs wide.  He pushed in as far as I could take.  After a few tries, I could finally take all he had to give me.  He started building a rhythm.  We bounced up and down on the ball.  He could slam down in me pull up and wait for me to bounce back up.

I was getting hammered way harder than I'd ever hammered a guy's ass.  Our bodies made loud slapping sounds as we crashed together.  He gripped my upper arms so tight he shut off the blood flow.  Finally, he pulled out and threw me on the floor.  He straddled me and grabbed my cock with his.  We shot together, covering my chest and face with thick ribbons of cum.  

He collapsed on top of me, sweating and panting.  His huge body crushed the breath out of my skinny chest.

I suffered as long as I could, but finally had to confess in a struggling voice. "You're squishing me."

He rolled off with a chuckle.  He slid his big arm under my neck and pulled me over on top of him.  He grabbed the back of my head in his big hand and mashed my lips to his.  He kissed me.  I must have looked as shocked as I was.  "What, you ain't never kissed a fella before?" he asked.  "I haven't, but I bet you have."  he added.

"Why'd you kiss me?" I asked.  I don't know why I asked that.

"I ain't never fucked nobody I couldn't kiss first.  This time I owed you a kiss since I fucked you first." he said.

"You seem to feel obligated a lot." I said.

"Fair's fair." he said.  He pulled me down on his shoulder.  We lay on the cold tile floor for quite some time.

"We gotta clean up this mess.  Mr. Sparks will have a heart attack if he sees this mess." he finally said.

We got up and showered first.  Then, after drying off, we used the wet towels and cleaner spray to clean up all the oil and cum.  Satisfied we'd gotten everything cleaned up, we got dressed.  I asked him for a souvenir.

"A souvenir?" he asked.

I held up his jock strap. He laughed out loud.  "Sure buddy, you got it." he said.  "Say, give me yer number. We gotta do this again some time." he added.

I ran back into the trainers room and wrote my number on a post-it note.  I handed it to him.  He gave me a card with his name and number.  On the back, it had a barcode and number on it.  "That will get you into any home game and the locker room afterward.  Just in case I get strung up again." he said with a chuckle.

"I'll be torn between wanting our team to win and wanting you to screw up." I joked.  He laughed and we went on our ways.

A week later they had a home game.  I had to go, but I worked too late to get there till after the game started.  At the gate, I showed my card.  They told me where to sit.  It was on the 45 yard line right down front.  As I was searching for my seat, I saw my friend looking into the seating.  I found my seat.  He was looking for me.  When he saw me, he smiled and jabbed the guy next to him.  He whispered something to him and the guy looked around at me.  I felt kind of embarrassed.  What had he told the guy?  Soon, I forgot all that and really got into the game.

My friend not only made a crucial touchdown, but he caught a pass intended for another player who tipped it.  He ran it in for the winning touch down.  After the game, I worked my way to the locker room.  Security was tight and the press was all over the place.  Eventually, the press was shuffled out and I got to go in.  My friend was already dressed.   "Damn" I thought.  I wanted so much to see him in his jock or naked.  He greeted me with a manly hug.  Then he introduced me to another player, I suppose the guys he'd pointed me out to in the stands.  We talked about the game a little and just anything that  came to mind.  My friend was being constantly interrupted with congratulations from other players.  He seemed to purposely be taking as long as he could to get ready to leave.  So was his buddy who was still getting dressed.  I admired his body to, but he wasn't my main interest.

Finally, we left.  My friend asked me if I wanted to come over to his house.  It was way early in the season, so a win at this time wasn't a big celebration.  I suggested I follow him in my car.  He asked where I was parked.  He told me he'd drive me to my car.  The three of us got in his Mercedes.  He took me to my old pickup.  I followed him home.

As we went in, the other guy went to the kitchen to get beers for the three of us, stopping to put their bags in the laundry room.  My friend and I went to the den.  I sat down on the big leather sofa.  He sat beside me.  Close beside me.  He put his arm around my shoulder.  His friend came in with the beer.  "You don't waste time." he told my friend.

"Heck no.  I'm frisky as hell after that game." my friend said.

"You told him about...." I started.

"He plays for your team.  Sure I told him.  I was braggin' 'bout you all week." my friend said.

"He sure was.  Hell he bragged more about nailing you than the other guys to about nailing movie stars." his friend said.

"Do you live here to?" I asked.

"Yeah, we've been room mates since college.  I was his first hand-job.  I hear you're pretty good." he said.

"Better with his ass." my friend said.  "That things like trying to get a fat lady in skinny jeans." 

"I bet it isn't after the hammering you gave it last week.  Hell, I was sore for three days." I exaggerated.

"Wanna do it again?" my friend asked. 

"Got an exercise ball?" I said half joking.

"And a whole bunch oil." my friend said running his hand up my leg to grab my growing cock.

"How fast can we get naked." I joked.

"Yeah!" he shouted yanking me off the sofa and throwing me over his shoulder.  He waked out of the room into their in-home gym.  "Ain't you coming?" he ask his roomy.

"I didn't know I was invited." his roomy said.

"Get yer ass in here." my friend ordered.

He pulled off my shoes and socks as he carried me. When we got to the room, he rolled me off on the padded floor carefully, and grabbed my pants, pulling them down to my knees.  I struggled out of my shirt while he grabbed the legs of my pants and pulled them off.  His roomy was taking his underwear off by that time.  Now naked, I jumped up and started stripping my hunk.  I couldn't wait to see his beefy legs and ass.  I was delighted to see he was wearing a jock.  I buried my face in his crotch.  His roomy laid on the floor with his head under me and attacked my ass and balls.  Eventually, I got my friend down on the floor face down and dove into his meaty cheeks.  I pushed his legs apart and lapped at his hole like a dog.  He moaned and spread his cheeks with his hands.

His roomy got the oil.  He squirted it on both of us, all over, then he began rubbing it in.  He coated himself with the oil and got down behind me to eat my ass again.  "Fuck my ass." my friend said.

"WHAT?" I shouted as I sprang up. 

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" His roomy shouted.

"Fuck my ass.  Fuck it hard, just like I fucked yours." my friend said.  I was so stunned I couldn't react.

My friend rolled over and shoved me down on my back.  He straddled me and took my hard cock in his oily hand.  I eased himself down till my cock head was pressing at his back door.  He forced his own finger into his ass and then tried again.  This time he pressed down harder.  He yelled as  my cock jabbed into his virgin hole.  "Fuck that hurts." he said.  But he didn't stop.  He eased himself down farther and farther.  

His roomy looked like a little kid that just saw his daddy fuck his mom.  My friend rode my cock.  His cock had gone soft.  He began to pick up speed.  Soon his cock and balls were flopping up and down on my belly.  His cock began to rise again when I took it in my hand and started stroking it.  "Fuck my legs are too tired." my friend said.  He pulled off me and grabbed the exercise ball.  He flopped over it, but decided he didn't want it that way.  He laid on his back and raised his huge legs.  I was put off by the submissive way he looked, but I jumped on him anyway.  My cock entered him easily, but still he was tight.  I started fucking him.

His big beefy ass and thick thighs were a lot to work with, too much for me to hold up.  I turned him on his side and pulled one leg up against my body.  I slid my ass along his other thigh as I fucked him.  He grabbed his friend and pulled him over roughly.  He got his friend sitting at his head, with one leg under his head like a pillow, facing his buddy's cock.  His friend and I looked at each other, surprised.  As I fucked my friend, his face was forced into his buddy's pubes.  All of a sudden, he took his buddy's cock and put it in his mouth.

That excited me so I started to shutter.  I started to pull out, but my friend bent the leg I was holding over my shoulder and held me there.  I started shooting up his ass.  His friend warned him he was about to shoot to.  He held his position and got cum in both ends.  He actually swallowed his buddy,s load.  

When I was finished cumming, he pushed me over with his leg and pulled me to him while turning me over.  He slid his cock right in my ass.  Unfortunately, he came almost immediately.  He still had his buddy's cock in his mouth and made muffled sounds as he shot his load up my hole.  His buddy dropped back on the floor.

My friend and I lay between his buddy's legs.  As his cock went soft and slid out of my ass, I rolled over and was engulfed in his arms.  We lay nose to nose in his buddy's pubic bush.  He let his friend,s cock slide out of his mouth finally.  He kissed me.

"What say we rest a while and do it again." my friend suggested.  I just smiled.  

"Only if you pound my ass like you did his last week." his buddy said.

"I'd like to see that." I said.

"I'd like to do that." my friend said.  "I'm gonna suck your cock to before that day's over." he told me.

We had two more wild ass suck and fucks that day.  He did everything to us that we did to him, including eat our asses.  We stopped long enough to shower, get dressed and go eat, then come home and, leaving a trail of clothing from his car to the gym, start all over again.  I left at four in the morning, only because I had to be at work at seven.  That was the longest day ever.

The next week, they were out of town.  The next home game was another big win.  After celebrating with the team, we went to his house for another all night fuck fest.  I couldn't go to the next game.  They lost.  I went to the next one and they won.  The team declared I was their good luck charm.  I think they knew what was going on, but no one mentioned it.  They just insisted I be at every game.  They even took me to the play offs and put me up in their hotel.  We couldn't play much in the hotel.  I got caught in my friend's bed one morning.  The guys that caught us teased us a little in private, but never publicly.   My friend and his roomy were obviously becoming very close.  I didn't feel left out, but I knew I was a third wheel.  

I met a guy that worked for the team as an assistant trainer.  He was gorgeous, and just as fit as any of the players.  He'd suffered a neck injury in his rooky year.  He could never play again.  They put him through med school and hired him back as a trainer.  One day, I told him how my friend and I met.  He laughed and said his boss was wondering where all his massage oil had gone.  He and I acted out the night I met my friend, all the way to tying him up and pulling his pants down to show off his butt in a jock.  It was like living the night all over again.  The trainer and I have been together ever since.  My friend and his roomy seem to be quite happy together.

They didn't arrest me for being naked.  They arrested me cuz I got a boner.

Randy heard about the World Naked Bike Ride coming to his city.  Being the narcissistic exhibitionist he was, he just had to go.  He didn't have a bike, but he had roller blades.  He preferred them anyway, he'd be a little more on display.  The Police Chief was totally against having a bunch of naked people on his streets, but the Mayor over ruled him and gave the promoter the permits they'd need.  

Thousands of people showed up from all the towns and cities around them.  The hotels and motels were full and over run.  Randy was glad he lived there.  The ride was supposed to take place in the evening, after rush hour.  The permits said from 7PM to midnight.  After midnight, everyone had to put something on, but the bars could stay open till their normal hours.  The Mayor saw it as a windfall for the city.  He ordered the police to use extreme discression when making arrests.  

Only the Chief was against the nudity.  He probably was jealous of all the hot young bodies that would be in the ride.  His fat glob of a body was way too grotesque to show in public.  The assistant police chief and his men were looking forward to the night.

At 6PM, Randy headed to the park where the ride began.  It was snake it's way down town to the government buildings.  There'd they'd hear some speeches.  Then it would snake it's way back to the park.

A massive crowd had all ready collected in the park.  Randy rolled up in his blades wearing nothing but a little pair of running shorts commando.  He didn't want to have any more to carry than necessary.

It was mid summer.  The day's were long and the weather was hot.  Randy wore a small back back full of frozen bottles of water.  As soon as the got to the park, he took off his shorts and put them in his pack.  He was probably the first to get naked.  Cameras flashed all around him.  TV reporters rushed to him to interview him.  

Randy's as sharp as he is built.  He was a perfect interview for the event, promoting the cause of the  protest well.  He loved the attention.  People was all over him, asking about his tattoos and anything else they could think of for a reason to get close and talk to him.  Lots of people got handsy with him.  He felt like he was in a gay bar.  No, Randy wasn't gay, but he'd danced in gay bars for the fun of it, and for the cash prizes he could win on amateur nights.  He had to admit, he'd given in to a few backroom blowjobs  even a good rimming once.

The ride took off right on time.  Randy was one of the front line.  Hundreds and hundreds of people were taking photos and videos.  Even many of the riders were carrying cameras.  Police on bikes led the way.

One bike cop hung back beside the riders on each side.  Randy noticed the young stud cop on his side was looking at him as much as he looked at the road in front of him.

"Bet you wish you could ride naked to." Randy said.

"I'm not as bold as you are, but it might be fun." Officer Lucas White said.  They introduced themselves.

"Aw come on.  With that body and those legs?  You should be proud enough to show it all.  Beside, the way  bike shorts fit, you might as well be naked anyway." Randy said.

"Ha, That's what my bo....girlfriend says." Lucas stammered.  Then he turned red.

"You mean boyfriend." Randy said.  "It's cool.  Love is love." Randy said.

"Are you gay?" Lucas asked.

"Nah, but I mess around.  I get it on anyway I can." Randy said.

"Whoo hoo, my kinda guy." Lucas said.  "I guess you like showing off to."

"Yeah, I kinda like being seen naked.  I get naked every chance I get, beaches, bars, gym steam rooms, anywhere one of you guys won't haul me away." Randy joked.

"I bet you get naked place you aren't supposed to to.  Like driving, or maybe the parks." Lucas suggested.

"I'll plead the fifth." Lucas said.

Lucas got a call to ride up ahead.  There were some media people in the road way refusing to move.  They were all quickly arrested.

The speeches ran way over the allotted time.  It was dark by the time the ride left for the park.  Randy had gotten in the middle of the bunch and was chatting with a bunch of girls.  They took advantage of the thickness of the crowd and messed around with Randy's junk, getting him worked up so he'd be hard when they took pictures with him.  Some guys got involved to.  Randy was good spirited about it and let them do what the wanted.  One guys sat on the ground and hand Randy stand over him with his cock on the guy's head.  They weren't paying attention and the ride started heading back to the park.  All the people scurried away and Randy was left with a boner.  He managed to get it down before long.  Not completely though, it was still semi hard.

Lucas caught up with him about a third of the way to the park.  "Well, looks like you're having a good time now that you're back in the middle of the crowd."

"Hey.  Yeah, some girls started messing with me and got me kinda stirred up.  Now I can't seem to make it settle all the way down." Randy said.

"Looks pretty good to me.  That's a big-un." Lucas said.

"Don't talk about it.  I'll get boned up again." Randy said.

"I'd like to see that.  I bet it really sticks out like a diving board." Lucas said.

"It does.  Straight out and it will swing from side to side. It feels great, but It's not for public viewing."  Randy said.  His cock was already up at about 60 degrees.

"Yeah, if you get too frisky, that's considered lewd.  Still, I'd like to watch you skate down the street with it swaying side to side.  I bet those low hanging balls flop around a bunch to." Lucas said.

"God Lucas, quit talking like that I can't keep it down." Randy said.

Another officer rode up on the other side.  "Hey Lucas, Is there a problem here?"

"Well, Randy here's having a little trouble with his pointer." Lucas said pointing at Randy's almost hard fully hard cock.

"Whoo hoo, nice tool dude.  I'm Dean."  Officer Dean said.

"Hi, Lucas keeps talking about it so I can't get it to settle down." Randy said shaking Dean's hand.

"I can see why.  What is that 8, 9 inches?" Dean said.

"8 3/4 fully hard" Randy said.

"Come on, that's got to be bigger than that." Dean said.

"No, but you're fix'in to find out.  I can't keep it down if ya'll keep talking about it." Randy said.

Another officer rode up behind Randy.  "Hey guys.  This must be him." he said.

"Yeah, this is Randy.  Randy, thats Ken behind you." Lucas said.

Randy spun around seeing the new arrival said, "Hi,  Are you going to talk about my dick to?  These two keep talking about it and I can't keep it down."

"Fuck, I am now.  That a nice pecker you got there."  Ken said.

"Aak!" Randy said spinning back around.

"Fuck, that's nice to." Ken said observing Randy perfect ass.

"God is the entire police force in this city gay?" Randy asked.

"Naw, Dean and I are gay.  Ken's undecided.  He likes that nasty stuff you like to." Lucas said.

"Hey, what are we going to do about that dick of his being straight out like that.  That's not legal." Dean said.

"Come on, it's your fault." Randy said defensively.

"We never touched you." Lucas said.  "Guess we'll just have to take him in.  Take this next right Randy."

"You're going to arrest me?" Randy asked.

"We're taking you in, it will be up to the desk Sargent if you get booked." Lucas said.

"But you guys are the reason it got out of control." Randy said.

"Well, if you can't control it, you should keep pants on." Lucas said.

Randy reluctantly followed their directions.  He skated naked and now soft through city streets far from the naked bike ride.  Now he was the only naked person around.  To add to it he was surrounded by cops.

"Hey guys, I've got to take a piss." Dean said.

"Yeah, me to.  Let's stop up here at the 7-11." Ken said.

Standing in front of the convenience store, Randy reached in this back pack to get his shorts.

"Hold it there, hand me the bag." Ken said.

"I just want to get my shorts." Randy said.

"I don't know what you've got in there.  You might pull out a gun and shoot me." Ken said.

"Oh come on, that's ridiculous.  There's nothing in there but water and my shorts." Randy said.

Ken looked in the bag.  "Mind if I have a bottle of water?"

"Sure if I can have my shorts." Randy said.

"They're all wet.  You don't want wear cold wet shorts." Ken said.

"Dude, come on." Randy argued.

"Nope.  We like watching your dick swing around, and I like watching your butt too.  Besides, you're an exhibitionist.  You should be having the time of your life.  When are you ever going to get a chance to skate through a busy city butt naked?" Ken said.

Randy just rolled his eyes and sat down on the curb.  Lucas and Dean took their time, chatting with the store owner.  They invited him to come out and see their captor.  He declined saying he didn't need to see "no naked fella.  Your junk in those shorts is more than enough."

They laughed and came outside.  They took off for the station, passing a bunch of night clubs.  Naturally, They had to stop and chat at some of the doormen, leaving Randy standing naked in the street.  At one club, there was a line of people waiting to get in.  Randy finally covered his junk for the first time.  The cops stopped just for a few seconds and went on.

Finally, they reached the station.  It was a smaller sub-station.  Inside, there was a counter and behind it, a middle aged cop.

"Hey Franky" Dean said as they walked in.  "We brought you a birthday present."

"Hey ladies." Franky said. "What birthday?  You know I stopped having those years ago."

"What's this forty, fifty?" Lucas said.

"My third anniversary of my thirty ninth." Franky barked.  "What's up with this stud?"

"We thought since you didn't get to go to the ride, we'd bring the best of the ride to you.  He's all yours.  We're off so we're going to go change." Lucas said.  They took Randy around the counter to another section of the station.  Franky followed.

"You better take the skates off so you don't fall on this slick floor." Franky told Randy as the other cops left the room.  "What did they bring you in for?  Were you naked where you weren't supposed to be?"

"No, they didn't arrest me for being naked, they arrested me cuz I kept getting a boner." Randy said.

"I'd like to have seen that.  You got a nice dick." Franky said.

"You to?  Damn everyone is obsessed with my cock.  That's why I can't keep it from getting up." Randy said.

"Stand up, I wanna take a good look at you." Franky ordered.  Randy pulled off the second skate and stood up.  Normally, he'd love someone checking him out.  Now, he was shy and nervous.  "Nice body.  Turn around and let me see you backside."  Randy turned.  "Beautiful butt." Franky said. "You ever had a guys face between those cheeks?"

"Geez,,,,,yeah, once." Randy confessed.

"Ever had a dick up your hole?" Franky asked.

"No man, that's where I draw the line." Randy said.

"Oh so you'll go along with everything up to getting fucked?" Franky asked.

"I guess, hell if it feels good, do it." Randy said.

"I'd sure like to see that cock get hard.  I bet it's a nice one." Franky said.

Randy turned with his hand tugging at his cock.  "I've been arrested and now I'm showing off my cock.  Not the way I thought the night would go."

"Oh, no one arrested you.  We just brought you here for Franky." Ken said entering the room in civilian clothes.

"What, you didn't arrest me?" Randy shouted.

"No, Franky's like our dad, he just wanted to bring him a birthday present.  We thought maybe you'd let him suck you off or something."  Ken said.

"Fuck you ruined my night." Randy said.

"Naw, we just rerouted it for a bit.  We're going to join the ride at the park.  We've been dying to get naked." Lucas said.  "If you want, you can join us at a gay club.  That way you can stay naked and get drunk to."

"Well, that's not what I planned, but it might be fun." Randy said.  His cock was now fully fluffed.  Franky had him sit on the desk in front of him.  He started jacking Randy's cock then deep throated it.  Randy moaned and laid back across the desk.  The other guys came over and started touching his naked body.  Lucas bent over and sucked his nipple.  Ken took the other one.  Dean stroked his thighs.  Franky lifted Randy's knees and put his feet on the edge of the desk, exposing his balls and butt hole.  Franky lapped at Randy's sweaty hole like it was candy.

Lucas and Ken moved to Randy's pits.  Randy hadn't experienced that before and it really turned him on.
Franky finally moved back to Randy's cock.  Soon, Randy started moaning and suddenly lurched up.  Franky backed off his cock and started jacking him.  Randy shot his thick load straight up.  It gushed out and came down on Franky's hand.  Near the end of his orgasm, Franky went back down on him.  He ate the last few shots of the young man's thick cum.

"God, that was fierce." Randy said.  He laid his head back and saw that Lucas and Ken were jacking.  Lucas moved forward and pressed his thigh against Randy's left shoulder and face.  Ken took up the same position on the other side.  Randy's head was pressed between their bare hips.  Their balls bounced around on his shoulders while they jacked.  Franky let Randy's legs down and he and Dean straddle them, jacking off with their balls bouncing on Randy's thighs.  All four started to shoot.  They coated Randy's body all over his chest, stomach and crotch.  The three bike cops were fully loaded after an evening of riding around in a crowd of naked people.  The desk cop hadn't cum in days.

"Holy shit. You guys are going to drown me in cum." Randy said.  The gizz oozed off his body.  "God, I've never seen so much cum."

"I guess you better go shower it off before we take you down town." Lucas suggested.

"I better, this is nasty." Randy said.  The guys took him in the locker room.  They sat around and watched him shower off.  Randy was amused by the attention.  He put on a good show of scrubbing his butt and crotch.  When he was done, he dried off and they left for the bar.  Franky thanked them for his present.

"Maybe we can get him to come back once in a while for a repeat." Ken told Franky loud enough Randy would hear.

"Maybe if you guys don't shoot all over me.  That might be your thing, but not mine." Randy said.

"You didn't seem to mind too much." Lucas said.  They loaded their bikes in the back of Ken's pickup and climbed in the front.  Naked Randy had to sit in Dean's lap.  Dean wrapped his arms around Randy and played with his cock all the way to the parking garage where they'd made arrangements to park earlier in the day.  They stripped off and put their clothes in the truck.  Randy put his roller blades back on and the four joined the ride at the end, in the park.  The bar they wanted to go to was near the edge of the park.  It was packed full of naked and clothed people.  There were as many straight people in the crowd as gay.

The bartenders and dancer were all naked.  The four finally made it to the bar.  "Officers, good to see you." the bartender shouted over the noise and music.  "We were just about to do some body shots.  Which one of you is going to get on the bar?"

"You know we can't do that, but we brought someone who can.  He's got a trail through his cum gutter though." Lucas said pulling Randy forward.

"Hey, you're the straight guy that won our dance contest." The bartender said offering his hand.  "I'm Rob."

"I'm Randy." Randy said taking Rob's hand.

"You two know each other?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah, he came in about two months ago and won our dance contest.  Every faggot in here tried to get in his pants that night." Rob said.

"Yeah, Rob saved me.  He got me behind the bar and...." Randy started.

"Hey, don't tell them that.  Their cops." Rob interrupted.

"Oh yeah, I forget." Randy said.

"I can only imagine the rest." Lucas said.  "Well, will he do for the body shots?" Lucas asked Rob.

"Hell yeah, get up here." Rob said clearing a stretch of the bar.  Randy got up on the bar.  Rob rang a bell and yelled "Five dollar body shots."  There was a line already by the time Randy laid down.  "Since you got a fuzzy cum gutter, we'll do peach brandy." Rob said.  He told Randy to flex a little and poured brandy in the deep crevasse between his abs.  Lucas handed Rob his five dollars.  Then he sucked up the brandy along the eight inch long trail.  He went just a little farther than he had to and sucked the tip of Randy's cock.

"Oops, too far." he joked.  Rob took a warm wet towel and wiped Randy's stomach.  Then the repeated the pour for the next guy.  After several dozen shots, Randy was fully erect, and getting his cock licked and sucked as much as his stomach.  Rob would wipe his stomach and then his dick.  Randy would jump each time.


The line thinned.  "Hey, I've got an idea.  Roll over."  Rob said.  Randy rolled over.  Rob poured a shot in a shot glass and wedged the glass between Randy's luscious butt cheeks.  Randy laughed.  Rob took the first one.  He stuck his nose in Randy's crack and covered the rim of the glass with his mouth.  He pulled the glass out of Randy's crack and down the contents.  A new line quickly formed.  Randy had dozens and dozens of people pulling shots out of his ass.  Randy was having the time of his life.  The three cop were to.  
They really cut loose and had fun.  There was little going on that was way out of line.  Probably because of the mixed crowd.  Of course there was some.  The three cops had arm band wallets on that had their badges in them.  They'd flash the badges if they saw anything too bad going on.  That would immediately put a stop to it.  


Randy finally got down and joined them, his hard cock leading the way.  "Damn that was fun." he said as he joined the cops.


"I can tell." Lucas said squeezing his cock quickly.  "Let's get out of this madness and go to one of your bars." He suggested.  


"Good idea" Ken said.  Dean agreed.  They shuffled out of the bar and down the street.  There was a big night club close by, but they were too stuffy and weren't going along with the naked thing.  They went into a neighborhood bar Randy liked.  It was as packed as the gay bar.  The lady bartender was in a thong with no top, but the male bartender was naked.  


"Hey, it's Randy." The lady told the guy bartender.  "I finally get to see him naked."


"And I finally get to see your tits." Randy said leaning across the bar and kissing the lady.  The guy bartender high fived him.  These are my cop buddies, Lucas Ken and Dean.  Don't get all excited Sandy, they play for the other team." Randy said.


"Well thanks for just outing us with the introduction." Ken said.  


"Sandy and Billy don't care.  They've played around a bit.  Billy and I jack off together sometimes.  Check out the dick on that guy if you like mine."  The three cops leaned over the bar and looked at Billy's dick.  Granted it was a little fluffed, but it hung down half way between his pubes and his knees, soft.  


"Hard, that thing measures twelve and a quarter by 9 at the thickest point." Randy said.


"You've measured it?" Lucas asked.


"Hell, I've jacked it.  I just wanted to know what it felt like." Randy admitted.  


"What was going on down the street?" Sandy asked.  Randy told her about the body and butt shots. "Oh man, we've got to do that here.  Which one of you guys is going to do the butt shots?" She asked.


"Their cops, they can't do that.  Hey, you ought to do titty shots." Randy said.

"I will if Ken there does the butt shots.  He's got such a pretty hairless ass." Sandy said.  The other guys agreed he had to do it.  He agreed as long as they kept watch for other cops.  They cleared  a section of the bar and stared the shots.  It became a contest of butts over titties.  Ken's butt was loosing.  There weren't as many women in the bar as men.  Randy suggested they had to get men to start doing butt shots.  He and the two cops did rock paper scissors to see who'd do a butt shot.  Randy lost.  He laughed and being the good sportsman he was, stuck his face in Ken's smooth white bubble butt and pulled out the shot.

That sent a roar through the crowd.  Soon girls had their guys lining up to do dares.  Billy started pushing the shot glasses farther into Ken's crack.  The laughter was contagious.  So was the boldness.  One guy finally gave in to his girl's demands after she said she'd do a titty shot if he'd to a butt shot.  He smashed his face in Ken's butt and pulled out the shot, then the bit Ken's butt.  His Girl took the shot from between Sandy's tits then licked her nipples.  That opened up a whole new can of worms.  Billy stuck a shot between Sandy's thighs.  Guy's and girls buried their faces in her lap to get the shots.

Billy had Ken sit on the bar and put a shots between his thighs.  Most of the time, the girls missed and got a mouth full so cock before going back for a second try and getting the shot.  Ken found himself sporting a raging hardon.  "That things going to poke someones eye out.  You better lay down." Billy said.  He placed the next shot between Ken's thighs, against his balls.  After dozens of girls took shots, the dares started with the guys again.  This time, the guys were too loose to care.  The big guy who'd bit Ken's butt didn't take much convening this time.  Ken covered his dick and yelled "No biting".  The guy pulled the shot out and acted like he was going to bite Ken's balls.

Later, Ken and Sandy counted up the money they'd pulled in from shots and it was determined Ken won by only a few shots. Sandy offered him a blow job for a prize.  He countered by asking if he could play with Billy's cock.  She reluctantly agreed. All the guys were so drunk they didn't care that they were in a public bar.  Ken got behind Billy and started paying with his cock.  It became fully erect in no time.  Ken was fascinated with the size of his cock and was equally impressed with his balls.  When Billy came, the first shot was a full two seconds long.  It started shooting on his belly, then moved up to his chin and back down in one continuous flow.  He only shot a few more times, but pushed out more cum than normal guys do in three full loads.  People looked on in aw, then broke into a loud cheer.

Ken just got out from around the bar when they saw uniformed cops enter the bar.  Billy quickly cleaned up and got back to work.

"Hey, you guys are out of uniform." One of the uniforms joked.  "My old lady would kill me if I did that."

"That's why we don't have old ladies." Dean said.

"That ain't why.  That may be why you don't have old men." the uniform joked.  "You guys having fun?"

"Oh yeah, I'm glad we got off early enough to join the party.  I bet the Chief is having a heart attack." Dean said.

"He and his family left town this morning.  He said he was going to a religious retreat to pray for the city." The uniform laughed.  "Holy crap, no wonder you guys are in here.  Look at the dick on that guy." he said spotting Billy who was still fluffed up somewhat.  "It looks like he just got off."

Ken blushed.  The uniform noticed.  "Well, you boys have fun.  It's almost midnight and everyone is supposed to put thier pants on.  I don't much expect  that will happen.  In fact I hope it doesn't.  I haven't seen so much fine tail in years.  I might even have to fuck my old lady tonight." he joked as he turned and left.

As midnight rolled round, people stared leaving the area.  The guys went to the truck and got dressed.  Randy opened his back pack to get his shorts but only found a couple bottles of water, his keys and wallet.

"What happened to my shorts?" he asked.  The three cops looked at each other.  "Franky" they said in unison.  They drove back to the station.  Franky was sitting behind the desk with Randy's shorts in his hand.

"I just had to make you come back so I'd know I hadn't dreamed it all." He said with a big smile.  He tossed Randy his shorts.  "Come back anytime you need relief." he said as they left.  Randy said he could skate home from there, but the guys took him home anyway.  It was a good thing.  He realized it was further than he'd thought.

"You guys want to come in for a while?" Randy offered.  Ken had had much less to drink than the rest and was up for it, but the other's were drunk and exhausted.

"We'll have to pass tonight, but we've got your number.  We'll have to get together again and go partying." Ken said.

"Or just come over and party here.  Or we could drop in on Franky." Randy suggested.

"We'll do that.  Maybe we'll do all three.  See ya buddy." Ken said.

"Good night guys.  Oh, by the way, this was WAY better than I aimed for the day to go. Thanks." Randy said.

A couple weeks later, Randy got a call.  The cops had gotten off for Mardi Gras and were going to spend four days in New Orleans.  They asked Randy if he would go with them.  He did, and had a blast.  They competed to see who could earn the most beads.  Randy won of course.  The four started getting together frequently.  Randy took them to his bar.  They took him to theirs.  They were the life of the party no matter where they went.  Billy ended up seeing Ken on a regular basis to Sandy's delight.

Randy and Sandy finally hooked up after years of teasing each other.  They'd always thought they were too good of friends to fuck it up by getting mixed up together.  Turns out they were better friends after they did.
Lucas and Franky moved in together.  No one  knows if their an item or not.  If nothing else, they're perfect house mates.  Dean moved to San Francisco and eventually lost contact with the rest.

The next time the naked bike ride came to town, they road together.  Randy's boner pointing the way.

Found in a popular cruise park.

Kurt was a jerk.  There's no other way to put it.  To Andy, he was a total waste of sizzling hot manhood.

He was quarter back of the football team, smart, gorgeous and came from a well to do family.  As far as personality went, he lost out.  He was always quick to put others down and point out their flaws.  He loved to embarrass them.  Andy was a favorite target.  

Andy had ADD.  He worked hard in school, but never got more than average to slightly below average grades.  He wore hand-me-downs that often showed wear and he was too small to compete in sports.  All through high school, Kurt harassed Andy.  During their senior year, Andy had met a couple  guys who, like him struggled to be accepted.  Kurt found one of them was gay.  He'd made the mistake of leaving something in his note book that Kurt saw.  Once the three guys started hanging out together, Kurt started harassing Andy about being gay as well as everything else.

Andy managed to get through the year and Kurt went off to college.  Andy took courses in the community college.  Kurt would come home during breaks.  Somehow he always managed to bump into Andy, just long enough to make a spectacle of him.  

One night during spring break, Kurt accidentally wandered into a gay bar.  He immediately left, but not before pissing off everyone in there.  He found a titty bar and got drunk in it, until they threw him out.  He was so drunk he couldn't find his car.  He ended up wandering in front of the gay bar.  Several men were coming out and saw him.  One of the men was Andy's gay buddy.  The next thing Kurt knew, he was shirtless and tied to a tree on a popular bike and jogging path.  He was tape gagged.

Someone found him and undid his pants.  Kurt kicked and fought, but the guy pulled his pants down and then his underwear.  He was about to start sucking Kurt when someone came into sight.  The first guy was afraid it was the cops so he ran away.  The second guy took the opportunity live out some of his S&M fantasies. He grabbed Kurt's nuts and squeezed them hard.  At the same time, he twisted his nipples to the point Kurt was screaming.  The tape held though.  No one came to his rescue.  The fucker punched Kurt's abs and slapped his face.  The angrier Kurt got, the more pain the man dished out.  He was about to piss on Kurt when he heard police sirens.  Thinking someone had seen him, he ran off.  

Kurt was left still tied and gagged.  Slowly, the pains subsided.  Hours passed.  No one came by.  Kurt's head pounded from his hangover.  The sun came up.  Joggers came into view, but instead of taking pity on him, they pulled out their cell phones and took pictures.  Some toyed with his cock and balls.  Some had other's take pictures of them standing by Kurt and playing with him.  One girl had her friend take a picture of her sucking Kurt.  The early morning joggers all passed by with no help for the guy at all, only more pain and abuse. 

More hours passed.  Kurt only saw a couple bikers whiz by.  They gave him a disgusted look and went on.  The day was extremely hot and humid.  Kurt saw a man coming down the path.  He was an older retirement age guy in nice clothes.  He looked like someone grand dad.  Kurt pleaded for help, whimpering into the gag.  The man walked over to him looking like he was sympathetic to his situation.

The old man walked up close to Kurt.  He reached out and took hold of Kurt's Jeans.  Kurt thought he'd pull them up, but instead the man pushed them down to his knees.  He grabbed Kurt's expensive cowboy boots and pulled them off.  Then with Kurt kicking and stomping, the old man wrestled his jeans off.  He stood right in front of Kurt and rummaged through the pockets of the jeans.  He found Kurt's wallet and money.  He took out all the credit cards and cash and threw the rest in the bushes.  

Lastly, the old man pulled out a pocket knife.  Kurt's heart was already pounding with anger.  Now it pounded with fear.  The old man held the knife to Kurt's belly, while removing his stylish underwear.  Kurt didn't dare kick or resist at that point.  The old man looked at the underwear and held them to his waist.  He decided he could wear them so he stuffed them in his pocket.  He tossed the jeans over his shoulder and picked up the boots and walked away.  Kurt was left with nothing on but his socks.  

The adrenaline high passed.  The heat, hunger and thirst took their toll.  Kurt slumped down, barely able to stay conscious.  Another hour or so passed.  Kurt heard a bicycle coming.  It took all he had to raise his head.  He saw a guy on a bike pull up and stop.  He couldn't focus on the guy's face.

The guy lifted his chin and slowly, carefully remove the tape.  He gave Kurt a drink from his water bottle, and poured some on his head.  Then he untied Kurt's hands.  Kurt tumbled over on the ground.  The guy gave him some more water.  Kurt blacked out.  He came to looking down at a firm butt in biker shorts.  Strong legs were struggling to carry him down the path.  Strong arms held his legs.  He went in and out of consciousness.  Finally, he was laying in the back of an SUV.  Cool air was drying water that had been poured all over him.  He lay on a wet blanket.  He tried to lift his head to see where he was and who was driving.  He only got a quick glance of the back of the driver's head before the pain drove him back down.

He woke up startled as cold shower spray rained down on him.  "Aw fuck!" he said.

"Just stay there, we've got to get you body temperature down quickly.  Here, drink this?" Someone said handing him a plastic bottle.  Thinking it was water, Kurt turned it up and took a big gulp.  He almost spit it out.  "What is this?" he asked.

"Tomato juice, orange juice, and a bunch of other stuff.  It will get your blood sugar and electrolytes up faster than anything else.  Hope it doesn't taste too bad." The voice from outside the shower said.  "Stay in there till I get back.  I've got to put my bike up." The voice ordered.

"Okay, oh and it's not bad at all." Kurt said.  He wondered who it was that saved him.  Then a panic took over.  What had happened to his wallet and keys?  What had the guy done with his credit cards?  Was his car okay where it was parked?  

He was just about to get out of the shower when the guy came back in.  "Did you see my wallet and keys?" Kurt asked.  His head pounded and he slumped back down in the cool spray.

"Couldn't miss 'em.  The wallet was stuffed in you ass crack and your keys were looped over you dick."  The man said.  "Where's your car?"

"Over on Davis and Fourth street.  Do you think it will be alright?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah, but not over night again.  I'll take a cab over and get it for you." The man said.

"Or you can just drive me over to get it." Kurt suggested.

"That would be cute, driving you through down town in the buff and you driving home naked." The man said.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" Kurt asked.

"You couldn't get anything I have over one leg much less over your perky butt." The man laughed.

"Oh.  You're that small?" Kurt asked.

The shower door opened.  Kurt looked up through the spray of water.  His mouth dropped open as he saw little Andy.  

"Hey Kurt." Andy said.  

"That was you carrying me all the way through the park?" Kurt asked in shock.

"I've been working out a little.  You have been to from the look of it. How much do you weigh?" Andy asked.

"About 230" Kurt said, still in awe that the guy he'd treated so badly was the one that saved him.

"And you're about 6' 2"?" Andy observed.

"Put on a couple more inched since high school.  I'm 6'4"." Kurt said.

"I'm still 5'4" and 130." Andy said sadly.

"You look fantastic though, not skinny like back then.  And damn you're strong to be able to carry me like that." Kurt said.

"Getting you up the stairs wasn't too easy though.  I hope I didn't bruise you butt when I put you down in there." Andy said.

"I'd deserve it if you did." Kurt said.  Andy heard what he said but didn't react to it.  

"You going to be alright while I go get your car? It's getting late and if someone notices it been parked there so long, it might get towed." Andy asked.

"I'm going to just stay here and drink this.  It's helping my head."  Kurt said.

"I'll bring back a pizza.  The salt, fat and other stuff in it will help to.  And I'm sure you're going to be hungry." Andy said.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Kurt said, feeling tremendous guilt for the way he'd been to Andy.

"Those days are over.  It's time to start fresh.  Remembering can only hurt both of us." Andy said.

"Of all the people in the world, you're the one who saved me." Kurt said.

"I ran into Jerry.  He told me what they'd done thinking I'd be happy about it.  I got my bike and came across town to find you.  If I'd known you were that far in the park, I'd have just called the cops.  My back's going to be sore." Andy said.

"You weren't glad they'd gotten me back?" Kurt asked.

"Kurt, I've never hated you.  Even when you did that crap.  I didn't hate you.  I was just hurt you wouldn't be a friend.  You had to be a bad-ass.  I know you aren't really like that.  You're just acting out because of something that's happened to you.  I just wish you could put it aside long enough to be who you are.  Then you could let me be me."  Andy said.  "I better get going."  He dashed out before Kurt could say anything.

Andy found Kurt's car.  He wished he'd asked Kurt to describe it.  There were four BMW's in the same area.  He punched the remote and found which one it was.  He stopped on the way and got a pizza with everything on it except anchovies.  He drove home with the windows open so Kurt's car wouldn't smell of pizza.

When he got in the apartment, Kurt was sitting on the sofa in a towel.  He looked as though he'd been crying.  "You okay?" Andy asked.

"Yeah" Kurt said.

"Then, I'm going to take a quick shower.  Go ahead and dive into the pizza.  There's ice tea in the fridge.  I'd recommend you leave the beer but if you want one, go ahead." Andy said.  He pulled off his tight biker's shirt as he headed for the bathroom.  When he came out, Kurt was asleep.  He hadn't touched the pizza.

Andy tried to wake him.  Kurt was in a deep sleep.  Andy took a deep breath and picked him up.  His own towel fell off.  He carried Kurt into his bedroom and laid him on the bed.  It was a full size bed.  Kurt pretty much took it all.  Andy noticed his towel was wet so he pulled it off him and hung it in the bathroom to dry.  He went back in the bedroom and pulled the covers down, under Kurt.  Kurt stirred some but didn't wake up.  Andy covered him up, taking a second to look him over.

Andy ate then pulled out a blanket and slept on the sofa.  Kurt woke several hours later confused and disoriented.  At first he panicked not knowing where he was, then he remembered.  He looked around and realized he was taking up the one bed in the little one bedroom apartment.  But where was Andy? he thought.  He got up and went into the living room.  He saw Andy on the sofa.  His little body fit easily on the cushions of the sofa.  Guilt overwhelmed him again as he stared at the little man who he'd been so mean to.  The man who'd given up his own bed for him.  The man who'd struggle to carry him to safety.  The smell of pizza took his mind off Andy for a second.  Hunger gripped his stomach like a punch in the gut.  He walked into the kitchen and found the pizza.  He sat down and ate a couple slices.  

"Hey, you feeling better?" Andy asked, waking up and seeing Kurt sitting in the moonlight coming through the window.

"Way better." Kurt said.  "Man, I can't thank you enough.  I just can't." 

"It's no big deal, Man.  Don't worry about it." Andy said laying back on the sofa.  

"No one else, would even call the cops for me.  Even when I was unconscious they just played with my ass and cock.  You went out of you way to help me." Kurt said.

"God you're so mushy about it.  Maybe I just wanted to get you in my house naked." Andy teased.

"I shouldn't have assumed you were gay just cuz your friend was." Kurt said.

"I am though.  I wasn't out in school, no one knew for sure.  But I am." Andy said.  He was laying back with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head.  He wondered what Kurt's reaction would be.  He wanted Kurt to think he felt safe telling him.

Kurt sat quiet, looking at the last bite of pizza in his hand.  Finally, Kurt got up and went over to the coffee table and sat down facing Andy.  "That's not why you helped me." he said.

Andy opened his eyes and looked at Kurt.  Kurt had a gentle but sad look on his face Andy had never seen.  Kurt realized he was too heavy for the inexpensive table and got down between it and the sofa.

"When I was six, I got on a Pee Wee baseball team.  We kicked ass and won every game we played.  We got invited to play in another city.  My father was off on one of his many business trips, probably fucking his secretary so I went with the coach.  To make a long story short, I got butt fucked and sucked cock for two days.  

I tried to tell my dad I didn't want to play ball any more, but I was scared to tell him why.  Plus we lost the game.  He got all pissed off at me beat the crap out of me, told me I was a worthless little faggot, a sissy.  When I finally told him what the coach had done, he called me a lyre and told me I was a pervert for saying such a thing.  He beat me even more.  Ten years later the coach got caught in the act with another boy.  My dad never said he was sorry.  He tried to make up for it by giving me everything I asked for.  So I took advantage of him.  The more he gave me, the more I wanted.  I started treating everyone like that.  I was big and no one could or would take me on, so I felt superior to everyone.  Inside though, I was scared someone would find out what the coach had done to me and embarrass me.  I don't know what picking on you did for me.  Maybe I was seeing myself at six.  I hated that kid.  He was week and timid.  

Actually, you're stronger than anyone I've ever known.  You had trouble in school.  No one helped you.  You muddled through on your own.  No one came to your rescue when I bullied you.  You took it and never lashed back.  When you had the chance, you came back with kindness.  I wish I could be like you." Kurt confessed.

"Wow, I'm so sorry that happened to you.  No wonder you hate gays." Andy said.

"I don't hate gays.  Coach fucked girls to.  He fucked any one too little and vulnerable to fight back.  I act like it  cuz it's............I don't know.....what's expected of me, I guess." Kurt said.

"You seemed to be putting on a show, so I never really got mad at you.  I was more mad at the people around us for cheering you on." Andy said.

"I'd like to believe there are more people like you in the world, but after yesterday, I'm not so sure.  Any one of those people could have helped me, but it took a guy who had every right to leave me there to die, to come to my rescue." Kurt said.

Andy was nodding off.  Kurt told him to go to bed, he'd sleep on the sofa.  Andy told him that he fit on the sofa, Kurt wouldn't.  They argued a minute.  Andy won.   Kurt took the bed.  Kurt got up to go to the bedroom.  Andy rolled over on his side.  "Nice ass." Andy teased.  Kurt chuckled.

Late in the morning, Andy woke up and made a pot of coffee.  He went to his bedroom to check on Kurt.  Kurt was just waking up.  "Coffee will be ready in a few minutes.  You want some breakfast?" Andy asked.

"Sure, anything.  I'm starving." Kurt said.

"How do you feel?" Andy asked.

"My arms and shoulders hurt like hell." Kurt observed as he tried to get up.

"I imagine so.  They were tied behind you so long.  I'm surprised you don't have nerve damage in your hands." Andy said.

"I think the guys that tied me up left them a little loose, but not loose enough I could free myself." Kurt said.  

"Yeah, it looked like they left the knot where you could reach it." Andy said.

"I could, but it wouldn't come loose.  Maybe I was pulling the wrong way." Kurt said.  "I wonder how many pictures of me are bouncing around the internet this morning."

"Run for president, you'll find out." Andy said.

"Ha, they tried to crucify Romney for cutting a guys hair.  Imagine what they'd do to me." Kurt said.

"You never hurt me.  You never touched me worse than a push or holding me in an awkward position.  I think what Romney did to that guy, just cuz he was gay was way worse than what you did to me.  Truth is, when you'd shove my face in you pit or crotch, I loved it.  If the other's hadn't been around, I'd have licked you." Andy said with a big smile.

"Ha, you'd have licked my pits?" Kurt asked with a chuckle.

"Fuck yeah, you smelled great, even when you were all sweaty.  I'd walk away holding my hand to my nose, sniffing my face after you shoved it in you pit or pubes.  I'd even lick my upper lip to taste you when no one could see me." Andy said.

"Well, you'd like how I smell now then.  God I'm rank.   You're going to have to wash you sheets." Kurt said.

"Or I'll sleep in your funk and have wet dreams." Andy teased.  

"You want funk?" Kurt said lunging at Andy.  He grabbed the little guy just like he'd done so many times and shoved his face in his pit.  This time, they were laughing.  Andy started licking right away.  Kurt jerked away. 

"That tickles." he said.

They both were one the bed, Kurt was on top of Andy.  "So what do gay guys do other than suck and get fucked?" Kurt asked.

"I can't speak for every one, but I like to work over a guy and find all the spots that make him squirm.  I love to suck cock and balls.  I haven't been fucked yet, but I've fucked guys.  It was pretty nice when they're all cleaned out.  I don't like packing mud." Andy said.

"Mud?  Oh............ooo... yuck!" Kurt said.

"Yeah.  That's not nice." Andy said.

"What would you do to me?" Kurt said.

"I'd lick all that salty coating you have covering your body.  I'd lick you pits and suck you balls.  When your cock was dripping lube real good I'd start sucking it till you came....." 

"Swallow or spit it out?" Kurt interrupted.

"Swallow for sure.  Swallow all of it and suck till you had to push me off." Andy replied.

"Would you let me fuck you?" Kurt asked.

"Is that an offer?" Andy asked.

"Maybe" Kurt said.

"Yeah,,,,,,,yes I would.  I'd clean up real good and let you fuck me.  You'd get my cherry." Andy said.

"After.........?" Kurt started to say.  Andy put his hand over Kurt's mouth.

"Let's hit the shower." Andy suggested.

"Is there room for both of us?" Kurt asked.

"Give me a minute, then you can come in.  It's a big shower." Andy said.

"Holler when you're ready for me." Kurt said.  Andy rushed into the bathroom.  He took care of the unpleasant parts of getting read to be fucked, then called Kurt.  Kurt walked in like he was going to a job interview.  He looked nervous and scared.  He stepped in the shower with Andy.  Andy grabbed the soap and started lathering him up.  Kurt closed his eyes like he was trying to envision a girl doing it.  Andy washed Kurt from head to toe.  Then he was done, he washed himself.  Kurt watched him for a while then took over.  They rinsed and dried.  Andy got the lube and condom out of the night stand. 

"Take it easy on me big guy.  Remember, I'm a virgin." Andy said.

"You sure about this?  I really don't want to hurt you." Kurt said.

"You have no idea how ready I am.  I've fantasized about you fucking me for years.  I always wanted you to be my first." Andy said.  

"I've butt fucked a girl before.  She made me do it with her on her stomach.  She said, that way, I can't go too far in and hurt her." Kurt said.

"Then that's the way we'll do it." Andy said.  Andy laid on his stomach.  Kurt took the condom and lube and got ready.  He lubed Andy's ass carefully, gently.   He stroked his cock to it full potential.  Andy looked over his shoulder.  

"Oh that's biiiig." he said.

"You sure?" Kurt asked one last time.

"I'm sure." Andy said with a grin.

Kurt carefully position the big mushroom head and eased forward.  It took a long time and many attempts, but suddenly the head slipped past the sphincter.  Andy took a deep breath.  Kurt asked if he wanted him to continue.  Andy assured him he did and grabbed Kurt's butt.  Kurt eased forward.  Andy grimmest in pain, but held Kurt's butt, pulling him in further.  Kurt eased in and out, adding more lube.  Finally, Andy was ready for him to pick up speed. 

Soon Kurt was giving him a real hammering.  Andy sounded like he was being tortured, but kept telling Kurt to "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."  

Kurt was getting close to cumming.  He grabbed Andy and lifted him up.  Still fucking him, he grabbed Andy's cock and started jacking him.  He matched the rhythm of his own fucking.  They came at the same time.  Kurt tumble over on top of Andy.  His cock slowly retreated from Andy's ass.  Andy lay in a puddle of his own cum and sweat.  

"Now I gotta wash the sheets." Andy said.

Kurt laughed.  They lay there for a while, the got up.  Kurt had to call about his credit cards and phone.

A couple hours later, the phone rang.  It was for Kurt.  The police had been alerted to the stolen card and the man was caught.  He was using them all over town.  The cops  had all of them and some of Kurt's cash. 

Kurt told them they could keep them for evidence.  He'd have new cards in a couple days and didn't need the cash right then.  The cops asked about a pair of boots.  Kurt was thrilled his favorite boots were found.  The guy tried to sell them, but no one needed size thirteen and a half.

"Now all I need is some clothes."  Andy held up one of his t-shirts to Kurt's chest.  They laughed at how the entire shirt was only as wide as Kurt's chest.  

"There's a thrift store a couple blocks away.  I might have enough money to get you some shorts and a tank or t-shirt.  I don't know what you're going to do for shoes." Andy offered.

"I can drive home barefoot, but not naked." Kurt said.

"Well you could.  Just don't pass any school buses for trucks." Andy joked.

"I'm not that much of an exhibitionist.  Well, okay I am, but let's not.  Dad would shit a brick if I drove up to the house and got out naked." Kurt said.  "You need to meet him.  I've treated him like shit, but he's really an okay guy.  He's tried to make up for how he was." Kurt confessed.

"Maybe someday." Andy said dismissively. 

"Maybe today.  You're taking me to my car and following me to my house.  Well, after you get me some clothes.  I'll make it up to you, I promise." Kurt said.

"Okay, I'll go see what I can find." Andy said.  He went to the thrift store.  He just did have enough money.  He hurried home with shorts, and a tank top.

"Hey, these aren't bad." Kurt said.

"They look good on you, just don't get a boner.  Your cock is pretty obvious as it is." Andy said.  Kurt twisted his hips back and forth swinging his cock lewdly back and forth.

"Stop it or I'm going to suck it again." Andy teased.  Kurt smiled and picked up the speed.  Andy jumped on him, knocking him over on the bed.  He pulled Kurt's shorts down and deep throated his semi hard cock.  

"Geez, I thought you were joking but don't stop." Kurt said.  Andy didn't, not until he'd sucked down another load of Kurt's thick spunk.  Kurt held Andy for a couple minutes.  "How was your first butt fucking?"  

"A little rough at first, then it was great.  I'm glad we used that position so my butt kept you from going in any farther though." Andy said.

"Think you'll do it again?" Kurt asked.

"Maybe.  Not right away though.  My butt's sore." Andy said.

"I'll have to find another way to get you off."  Kurt said.

"Huh, you don't need to do that." Andy said raising up.

"It's only fair." Kurt said.

"It's not necessary." Andy said.

"You deserve to get off to.  I won't suck you dick, but I should at least jack you off." Kurt argued.

"You don't need to.  Just be my friend, that's all I ever wanted." Andy said.

"I'm going to do more than that.  I'm going to make up for everything I did to you all through school.  You'll see.  I'm going to do you right." Kurt said.  "Right now, we need to go get my car and go to my Dad's."

Andy drove him to his car.  They got there just in time.  The tow truck was backing up to it.  Kurt jumped in and pulled out with the tow truck driver cursing and stomping around.  Andy followed him to his father's house.  Just as they drove up, he father came out.  

"Kurt, where have you been? I've been so worried." Mr. Long said.

"Oh MOM." Kurt mocked.  "I'm fine thanks to my buddy, Andy." Kurt added.  Andy was just getting out of his old SUV.  "Andy, meet my father."

"Hi, Mr. Long." Andy said offering his hand.  

"What happened to you guys?  Kurt was supposed to be here for dinner last night.  We had guests.  I called and called and when someone finally answered you're phone, he said you were dead."  Mr. Long said.  He was very upset.

"Dad, I'm sorry.  I didn't know.  I was mugged and left in a park.  Andy found me and took care of me over night.  I forgot about dinner and your friends or I'd have called from Andy's."  Kurt hugged his father.  The older man looked shocked that his son was hugging him.  Andy shuffled awkwardly.  

"I'm going to get going Kurt.  I'm glad to meet you Mr. Long." Andy said.

"Wait Andy.  You can't leave right now.  Come inside." Mr. Long said.

The house wasn't huge, but it was grand.  It had beautiful woods, carved molding, marble and hard wood floors and elaborate drapes.  It was stylish without being feminine.  Obviously, everything in it was top dollar.

Mr. Long ushered them to the den.  They sat down and the butler brought them wine.  

"Wow, I knew you were from the other side of the tracks, but this is something." Andy teased Kurt.

"Dad's good at what he does." Kurt said proudly.

"I want a complete accounting for the last day and a half." Mr. Long said.  He fully expected Kurt to give him the usual blow off, but instead Kurt told him what had happened.  Everything from making an ass of himself at the bar to being tied up and stripped.  He told him about Andy carrying him to his car and how he took care of him.  He told his father how he'd treated Andy in school.  The only thing he left out was the sex with Andy.  Mr. Long was so surprised by the fact that Kurt told him anything, that he missed the details other than Kurt was tied up and Andy saved him.  He sat stunned by the change in his son.  

"Andy, I can't tell you how much I appreciate what you've done.  Kurt is everything to me.  I know we've had problems in the past, but he's all I've got.  You know, you're the first of Kurt's friends he's brought home to meet me." Mr. Long observed.

"He's really the only friend I've got.  He's probably always been." Kurt said.  Andy shuffled nervously.

"Excuse me for a minute." Mr. Long said getting up and leaving the room.

"He looked like he was shocked that you told him everything." Andy said.

"He was.  I've never confided in him with anything since I told him what Coach had done." Kurt said.

Mr. Long came back into the room.  He handed Andy a card. If you need a good job, call the number on that card after Tuesday.  They'll fix you up.  Then he reached in his pocked and pulled out a roll of bills.  He handed the whole roll of cash to Andy.

Andy tried to refuse the reward, but Kurt and his father wouldn't hear of it.  He put the roll in his pocket with the card.  They talked for a couple hours.  Finally, Andy left.  He never looked a the roll of cash.  He just figured it was a couple hundred dollars.  When he finally did, he found it was a two inch thick roll of hundreds.  Over a couple thousand dollars.

Later that night, Kurt called.  He invited Andy to go with him to meet up with his hometown buddies for a movie.  Andy knew his buddies were all the guys he ran around with in school, all the guys that stood by urging Kurt on.  He agreed to go.  Kurt treated Andy like his best friend all night.  That confounded his friends.  Much later, when the group was about to split for the night, Kurt told them about what had happened.  The whole time he was telling them, he was holding Andy from behind.  He concluded by saying, "This guy's my hero." and he kissed the top of Andy's head.

Kurt's friends stood silent for a minute, then cheered Andy.  It was a lesson to them all.  Their lives took on a new direction that night.  One of compassion and kindness.  Oh, they were saints by any means, but they definitely changed for the better.  Kurt had a new relationship with his father.  They became friend for the first time in Kurt's life.

Andy called the number on the card.  They found him a position in Mr. Long's company.  It fit him perfectly. Kurt and Andy fooled around a little, but Kurt met a girl and Andy met a boy.  The four of them became family to Mr. Long.

"Hey son, You ever mess around with Andy?" Mr. Long asked one night when they were having a pool party.

"I popped his cherry." Kurt said.

"Good, I'd hate the think you let that little butt of his slip by."  Mr. Long said.

"Dad!" Kurt shouted.

"What, you didn't know that secretary I was cheating on your mom with was a man?" Mr. Long asked.

"NO" Kurt answered.

"Made you Mom's ass look like a lumpy pot of grits." Mr. Long said.

"I'm not believing his." Kurt said turning a bottle of Jose Quervo upside down.  Later that night, Kurt's girl and Andy's boy watched them make love.  Mr. Long had gone to bed, but he was watching on his security camera.  

It was an odd relationship, three guys and one girl, but he was a happy one for many many years.