So Cal Summer 69

by Flip McHooter

Chapter 25

"Yeah, that's it. Take that hard cock all the way down. You got it goin' on!"

"I love your cock."

"Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby."

"Jake, we gotta find out who that is," I whispered, trying to figure out who was in there. "It's driving me crazy."

"It's probably Lisa doing Cooper," he said, not all that excited. He'd seen enough bishop on cooter sex to last him a lifetime. "Maybe he snuck her in through the back after she dropped us off out front. But I'm surprised that they're doing this so fast."

"Yeah, I know, but I'm sure that I heard two different guy's voices, and now a girl," I said. "At least, I'm pretty sure. And besides, if it was Lisa, I think we'd recognize her voice." We both stuck our heads back to the door into the big training room.

"Yeah, that's it, c'mon, suck it. You know you like it," one of the mystery voices said, emanating from the room.

"Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby," said another.

"See. There are at least two voices," I said. "I'm sure of it now."

"Yeah, you're right. But I thought I heard a chick before, too. Or maybe Tucker is helping them out, and he's talking really high," Jake whispered, starting to laugh a little bit now at the absurdity of this.

"Or Coach Brian is helping them and got his balls pinched," I said, catching his vibe.

"Or maybe it's all of them, and your mom," he said, starting to giggle quietly now. If he didn't pipe down, we were going to get caught.

"Do it to him, that's right, that's it. Keep it going on," a mysterious voice said.

"Shut up. More like your mom, my mom, and Mrs. Kravitz helping them out," I whispered.

"Ewww. That's so gross. All those wrinkly old hoo-hahs. Twat lips flappin' in the wind. Yuck. You're such a doofus," Jake said.

"Okay, smarty, who do you think it is?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm lovin' that. That looks perfect. Keep going down on that hard cock," the first voice continued from the cracked door.

"It's your mom, my mom, Coach Brian, Lisa and Cooper, and maybe Sloan. She's a girl," he said, holding his dick through his shorts with one hand, about ready to piss them because he was laughing so hard, and covering his mouth with the other one, trying to stifle his laugh so he wouldn't get caught.

"Now you're the doofus," I whispered.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby."

"Oh yeah, that's so hot!"

"Ooooh," said the female voice.

"I have an idea. C'mon, let's go see if the other door to this room is unlocked. Maybe we can see from there what's going on. Follow me," I said.

We quickly walked down the dark hallway to the second door into the room. I wasn't sure what they used this room for, but I think it might be the room that the assistant football coach's use to do rub-downs after practices. I opened the door a little and peered inside. I couldn't see anything because the room was divided in half by some storage racks filled with old athletic equipment. It was darker on this side, but the lights were on behind the storage racks where the voices were coming from.

Jake and I tiptoed in, and I shut the door quietly behind us. We could hear some groaning, but the talking seemed to have stopped for now. We softly padded over to the storage racks, and after parting some of the equipment aside slowly and very quietly, we peeked through the shelf, bumping our heads together. What we saw was some creepy guy in tight black pants, wrinkly white shirt with dark pit stains and skinny dark tie, moving back and forth while he filmed something or somebody with a Super 8 movie camera. Once he moved to the side to get a close-up, I could see exactly what it was that he was filming, and it surprised me.

I saw Coach Brian leaning back on one of two red plastic massage tables, arms behind him and his face staring up at the ceiling, eyes closed and saying in a low voice, "Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby."

He had his legs spread wide, open for company. The back head of some redheaded girl was bobbing up and down on his crotch, apparently sucking on his dick. That had to be his girlfriend Samantha, the one that was going to be teaching us Yoga later on. She had the same color ginger hair. But why was the other smarmy dude filming them, I wondered? She must be awfully good at giving head because both the coach and the camera dude were focused entirely on the hot action going on.

Jake and I couldn't see much else, but every so often she would slip down and suck on his balls, and we'd get a good look at his hard cock. It wasn't anything special, really, except that his cock was super hard and juicy and leaking pre-cum like crazy out of the big purple head. Actually, the head of his cock was huge. Like the ball on the end of a tetherball rope. I guess you could call him knobby. I wished we could have seen more, but from this angle, it was impossible to do that. After we both got an eyeful, and not wanting to get caught, I nudged Jake, and we slowly backed out of the room. Both of us had boned up, and it was pretty obvious to see our hard cocks sticking up in our tight shorts.

Once we were back out in the dim hallway and we had quietly shut the door behind us, I asked Jake, "Why do you think that guy was filming them? And in there of all places? Geez. They could get in a shit-load of trouble."

"I don't know. Maybe he's making one of those movies like we saw in that booth down at the porno theater. Maybe Coach and that girl make extra money that way. Maybe that's how he knows about the porno theater. She sure looks like she loves to give head. You have to admit, it looked kinda hot doing it in a locker room, not that I'd wanna do it with some creep filming me or with a girl for that matter."

"Yeah, maybe, like the two guys on the farm. Somebody had to film those guys out there. Holy fuck. Is everybody making porn these days? Next, it's gonna be Lisa and Coop. Or my mom and dad on film. Let's go wait outside for Enzo and Kenji. This is getting too weird for me. I don't want to get caught by Coach or his girlfriend when they come out of there. If they see us standing out here in the hall, they're gonna know we heard them. Man, it's gonna be hard to look at them in the face now."

"No shit. I hope Coach's girlfriend doesn't have a big wad of dried cum on her face when she teaches us Yoga later on. I don't think I could take her seriously, and I'd probably start cracking up and piss my shorts," Jake said.

"Yeah, I agree. C'mon, let's book."

We went through the larger locker room and on outside. We hung out in the cool shade of the big brick gym building for about five minutes, talking and laughing about what we saw, until Enzo and Kenji came walking up towards us. They didn't look too happy. Well, actually Enzo didn't look too happy, while Kenji gave us a big smile when he spotted us. He was a cute, little guy. Enzo's shiner was still there, more red than black now. Kinda rainbow colored, actually.

"Hey, guys. How's it going?" I asked.

"Outasight. How are you two? I read in the paper this morning what happened to you guys last night after we left the party. Boy, was I surprised. That must have been scary," Kenji said, walking up to us and dropping his gym bag on the hot asphalt next to ours. "And I saw your picture, too. I'm glad you guys are all right."

"Yeah, it was scary, but exciting too. I've never seen a guy get his dick bit off before," Jake said.

"Or fall down a big cliff," I added. "But I felt kinda sorry for that dude."

"And there for a while, it looked like the hippies were gonna riot with the freakin' cops," Jake added.

"That shit could happen to anyone. What's the big deal?" Enzo asked, looking around. "He was just a stupid cop."

"When was the last time that you got your dick bitten off, Enzo?" I asked.

"I'm just saying, people get killed all the time. It's not like you guys are heroes or anything. He brought it on himself. He should have shot the stupid coyote."

"Who said we were heroes? You know man, I don't know you very well, but you seem like a real spaz. What's your problem? Are you jealous? Have we pissed you off or something?" Jake asked Enzo, surprising me with his tone.

"Yeah, what's the deal, Enzo? You've had a big chip on your shoulder lately. What's going on with you? You never were the friendliest guy in the universe, but now you're being a real dick," I added, backing Jake up.

"Shut up, you dorks. It's none of your fucking business. Get off my back."

"You should have seen him last night, at the party. He was whining all the time. When we left, he was so drunk that I didn't think we'd make it to my house in one piece. And, you know," Kenji said, turning to Enzo, "you're mad at me all the time, too. How come?" All of a sudden this was three against one.

"I said it's nothing! Get off my fucking back, you dumbshits," Enzo yelled, pushing past us into the locker room. We stood there watching him walk away, trying to figure out what was going on in his head.

"What a turd buffet," Jake said.

Kenji started to go after him, but I held up my hand and said, "Let him go. He needs to cool off. Whatever is going on, he's really hacked. Maybe he's got a hangover. I'll try and talk to him later, but it probably won't do any good."

"I guess you're right. What did your sister say yesterday? Something about a spider making a house inside his ass?"

"Yeah, something like that," Jake said, giggling a little bit.

"As long as I've known him, he's always been kinda strange. But lately, he's being a giant dong. You don't have any idea why he's acting like that, do you, Kenji?" I asked.

"No, not really. I know his mom has been giving him a hard time lately," he said. "She's a mean S.O.B."

"Well, she is pretty kooky, that's for sure, but that shouldn't make him go off on us like he's been doing," I said, thinking back to her phone call the other day.

"I know. His mom treats me like cat shit that got stuck on her fancy shoes when I go over to his house," Kenji added.

"Take off your shoes next time," Jake said, laughing. "And stay away from cats."

"Yeah, right."

Since no one was around to overhear, Jake asked Kenji about having sex with his coach at his other school.

"Well, I shouldn't say this, but you don't know any of them anyway, so it doesn't matter. Our whole team got sexy after practice sometimes, especially after the meets to celebrate. They were sex freaks. There were a couple of guys, myself included, that liked to give the other guys blowjobs. For some reason, I love having a guy shoot off in my mouth."

"Us, too," Jake said, looking over at me and grinning. "Well, just one guy."

"Anyway, it was our secret, and nobody made a big deal about it. Coach caught us one time, and he started to get into it, too. He liked to get fucked up his ass. That's how I learned about butt sex with guys."

"The other guys never blabbed?" asked Jake.

"No, and we were careful not to get caught, and besides, there were only about eight of us that did that stuff."

"Shit! That's like half the team," I said. "Did you let them fuck you up the butt?"

"Yeah sometimes, but I liked sucking off the guys better. I love the taste of cum," he said. "I could suck on a hard cock all day."

"You said you sucked off Enzo. Is he into guy sex?" I asked.

"You'll have to ask him. I don't mind talking about me, but I really shouldn't talk about others, and I shouldn't have told you that I do that with him. Like I'll never talk about what we did last night. I wish I could though. That was so bitchin."

"I get it, Kenji. I wouldn't want you talking about us either."

Coach Brian stuck his head out the door and told us to come inside the locker room so we could get started. His head was red, and he was kind of sweaty, but he had a satisfied look on his face. Geez, I wonder why?

The three of us followed him into the locker room where we picked up Enzo and followed Coach down the hall and into one of the smaller, visitor's locker rooms. It was nicer in here than the bigger one I was used to, and the lockers were better too. Plus, it was much more private without a bunch of the little guys running all around at our feet getting ready to go swimming.

"There are four lockers here for you guys, two on each side, so take your pick. The locks all have keys, and you can pin the keys to your sweats or your suits for now, so they won't get lost. I gave you this kind of lock because I hate dealing with guys who are always forgetting their combinations and I don't have time for that right now. I've got too much going on today. If you want a combination lock, bring your own and remember the numbers.

"Right now, I need you to change into shorts and a jock, nothing else, and meet me in the room next door," Coach continued. "You guys have to get your sports physicals first. My friend is a sports therapist visiting us from SDSU and offered to come up here today and do this as a favor for me. Have all of you guys had one before?"

We all said yes, except for Jake, but he said that he had a physical once before with his family doctor, so he kinda knew what to expect.

"Good. Get changed and head next door. I'll tell him that you guys are on your way. When you guys are done with that, change again into your sweats and a t-shirt and head over to the gym to meet Samantha for your first meditation and Yoga exercise," Coach said as he headed out the door.

We dropped our gym bags on the wood bench, with Jake and me standing on one side while Enzo and Kenji stood on the other, right behind us. Everybody was talking about what to expect since we were all pretty excited to be finally doing our special practice. Everybody except for Enzo that is. He was behind Jake, off to the right a little, but I could see him out of the corner of my eye while I was talking and changing clothes. He wasn't paying any attention to us and actually seemed to be rather shy. He had turned his back around to everyone while he took off his clothes, and stepped into his jock and shorts, really fast. That was kinda weird, I thought because he had been on the water polo team and I knew he had to change in front of all those other guys. And he didn't look like he should be shy about his body. From what I could see, he was bigger and had broader shoulders than Jake or me, probably because he was a year older. I think Jake and I had better asses because it looked like we worked out a lot more than Enzo did.

I wondered what he was trying to hide from us and I was curious to find out what it was. I tried to see without looking obvious, but couldn't see any reason for his modesty. I figured I'd find out later on, in fact, I was sure of it. We had all summer to check each other out. Standing there naked, I pulled on my jock, rearranged the family jewels, then pulled up my Bulldog red shorts. I shoved the rest of my street clothes into my new gym bag. I was getting ready to toss it in my locker and slam the door shut when I saw Enzo tighten up his shorts, turn around real fast, and somehow, I'm not exactly sure how, elbow Jake right in the middle of his back. Man, that had to hurt.

"Hey! What the fuck was that for, you asshole?" Jake said, turning around and balling up a fist. It looked like he was going to give Enzo a good one right in the kisser. "You ever do that again, asshole, and I'll kick your mother-fucking ass all the way to fucking China."

"Get out of my way, dick-breath, and you won't have a problem. Stop crowding me, loser," was all Enzo had to say before he turned and walked away. If he stayed there a second longer, I'm sure Jake would have belted him good, maybe not to all the way to China, but possibly down the street.

"I'm gonna kick that mother fucker's ass when we get out of here. I'm sick and tired of that dumbshit," Jake said. "I don't care if he is a friend of yours. He chaps my anus."

"Yeah, well, I don't think you should do it here. I don't want you to get kicked off the team on your first day. You know what happens when you fight at school. I'm sure we can come up with another way to get even with him and give him an attitude adjustment," I said. "And just so you know, he's not a friend of mine. I only know him because he lives around the corner from me."

"Guys, please don't hurt him," Kenji asked us. "I don't think he meant to do it. Something is seriously wrong with him – I'm sure of it now. He's not usually like this. He's been so weird lately. Let me see if I can find out what it is, okay guys?"

"All right, but I'm not going to take much more of his shit," Jake said. "If he keeps it up, I'm gonna royally kick his ass, and that's a promise."

"If Kenji doesn't figure out what's going on with him soon, I'll help you kick his ass too, okay?" I said.

"All right. But I'm not going to be anybody's punching bag."

"Thanks, guys. I'm sure I can calm him down."

The three of us finished getting ready, locked our lockers, then headed out of the locker room and out into the hall. We wandered over to the room where Coach wanted us to meet the doctor, so he could listen to our hearts and jiggle our balls around. As we walked through the door, we saw Enzo seated in a small plastic chair, as close to the door as he could get. He was balled up and looked like he was ready to run for the border. Coach Brian's back was to us, and he was talking to some guy who I guessed was the doctor, but I couldn't see him from this angle. The three of us took a seat, Kenji sitting next to Enzo, then me, then Jake.

What happened next was totally unreal. We were seated in those sculpted plastic orange chairs, those ones that you can never get comfortable in, waiting for Coach to finish yakking it up with the doctor and get on to us. Jake was on one side, still fuming a little bit and staring down at the floor, picking at his fingernail. Kenji was on my other side, whispering to Enzo and trying to calm him down, hoping to mellow him out and not cause us any more trouble. I was looking down at my toes, seeing how tan they were, and not paying any attention to anything anybody was saying. Coach moved to the side, asked for our attention and began introducing us to the doctor. I had to do a double and then a triple take, because the doctor was the same guy that we saw filming Coach and his girlfriend with the Super-8 camera! Man, I couldn't believe that this was the dude that was directing that freaky sex scene with Coach and his chick, and now was gonna squeeze our balls to check us out for hernias. Holy shit on a stick. This guy's gotta be a real freak, I thought.

"Guys, please meet Doctor Hendrick Johnson. He's one of the sports doctors for the men's athletic department down at SDSU. Starting this year, he'll be doing all of their swim, dive and water polo team physicals there, and tending to their injuries. He came up here as a favor to help me out and do your sports physicals today. He's a good friend of mine, and I'd like you to take a second and thank him for doing that for us."

We gave him a half-hearted round of applause, as much as four disinterested dudes could do for a guy that was going to be squeezing our nuts in a second.

"Thanks, fellas. Please call me Harry. Pleased to meet you. You guys look good and healthy, so this procedure should be pretty straightforward, and you can get on with your practice. If you have any concerns or have any problems that you want to discuss with me, let me know when we get inside and we'll deal with it. I'm groovy with just about any question you may have, and nothing bothers me. In fact, the freakier, the better, I always say," he said, with a scuzzy laugh and trying to lighten the mood. The four of us were not impressed.

"Okay," the four of us said, not all that excited to meet him. He didn't look like a doctor to me, and I was surprised that he and Coach were friends. He wasn't athletic looking either, and in fact, he was pretty scrawny. He had greasy skin and a few pimples scattered around his chin. But what caught my attention most of all was his teeth. They were gross. Some were black, some were missing, and all of them were crooked. He looked like he could have been from England. What a creep, I thought to myself. Sloan looked better than him, and smelled better, too. He better not get too excited and get all hot on us or I'd have to deck him. And he better not have a secret spy camera going on in there or I'd have to deck him, twice.

Coach started talking about what was going to happen next, which all of us knew since we'd all done this before. He went on to say how the doctor was such a good friend of his and how he had made a special effort to drive up here and give us our exams as a special favor to him, blah, blah, blah. Get over it, already.

Watching the creepy doctor made my mind whirl. But after a second I had a brainwave, a good one too, but I couldn't tell anybody but Jake my idea. I leaned over and whispered to Jake, "I think I know how to get even with Enzo for hitting you in the back."

"Okey-dokey. You're the boss, dude. Go for it. Just try not to get us in trouble," he whispered and gave me a tiny smile out of the side of his mouth. One of the many things I love about Jake is that he doesn't stay mad for very long.

"The doctor is going to take each one of you, one by one, into the other room and give you a quick exam to make sure you are healthy enough to be on the team," the coach explained. "You know the drill, like listening to your lungs and making sure you don't have a hernia or something serious that could keep you from swimming. If everything is okay, once you are done, I'm going to take a 'before' picture of your upper body to compare to the 'after' picture that I'll take at the end of the school year to chart your progress. Does that sound like a plan?"

"Sure Coach, no problem. Been there, done that," Kenji said, sorta bored.

"Who wants to go first?" he asked.

"I will," I said, raising my hand before the other guys could, with my plan set firmly in motion. I stood up and shook the doctor's outstretched hand.

"Hi. Pleased to meet you. What's your name?" he asked, with a sly wink, as we walked into the small, dank room that was doubling as an exam room. Thankfully, he didn't smile at me and show off those gross teeth. He closed and latched the door behind me. I started to get second thoughts about what I was going to do now and wondered why he locked the door behind me. But I thought again about how much I wanted to get even with Enzo for hitting Jake in the back and then I got a second wind. Besides, the guys were on the other side of the door in case this nutjob went off on me. All I'd have to do is yell.

"I'm Ryan. Nice to meet you, doc," I said, giving him a nervous grin. His hand was all sweaty, and I wiped it off on my shorts. Yuck. "You look awfully young to be a doctor. Are you sure you've done this before?"

"I'm actually thirty-two. I look young for my age. I recently finished up my residency at Mass General in Boston last year."

"Wow. Congratulations. Are you getting paid for this gig?"

"No, not really. I help out Brian, and he helps me out when I need it. Tit for tat, I guess."

"What's a tat?"

"An inverted tit, I guess. I'm a doctor, not an English major."

"Okay. If you're all the way from Boston, how do you know Coach Brian so well?"

"We're friends and business associates. But that's none of your concern."

"That's nice," I stretched out the last part. After a second, I said, "Haven't I seen you somewhere else before? You look awfully familiar, Doc. Maybe in a movie? I've seen some good ones recently."

"I don't think so. I'm not into Hollywood. And I don't recognize you."

"Well, I know you from somewhere, I can feel it."

"Have you been down to SDSU recently?"

"No, I'm not old enough to check out the different colleges yet. That's for next year. Anyway, I can't remember the last time I was in San Diego with my folks. What time did you get up here?" I asked, starting to put my devious plan into place.

"I drove up here early this morning, why?"

"No reason. Just trying to figure out where I know you from, that's all. Maybe I saw you earlier. What kind of car do you have?"

"A white Corvair wagon. Why?"

That figures. Asshole drives a dork-mobile. "I thought maybe I saw you in the parking lot. Like I said, I'm sure I know you from somewhere. It's not everybody that wears shiny black high-waters, a white shirt, and a skinny black tie. You don't look like a doctor. You look more like one of those kooky Mormon dudes that ride around on their bikes telling everybody that they're going to hell unless they join their church so they can get sealed up in some sort of envelope in the sky when they croak."

"Why would you say something like that? That's absurd. There's nothing wrong with Mormons."

"I suppose, if you want five wives and eighty kids. A least that's what my grandpa says. He lives on the border of Utah, so he should know. But I don't know, maybe I'm crazy. I do know for sure that I've seen you someplace before and it's starting to wig me out. You don't think I'm nuts, do you?" I said, trying not to laugh. This guy was a rube. I was pretty sure he wasn't a doctor. Maybe a night janitor at a veterinarian clinic, but not a real doctor.

"No, I'm pretty sure you're not 'nuts', as you say. I usually can tell those kinds of things. Get up on the table and let me listen to your lungs," he said.


"Take a deep breath for me, please."

I took a deep breath like he asked, and released it. This guy was sweating now, and he didn't smell so good. I figured that I better hurry this along and get the hell away from him before his stink made me ralph. I didn't want him touching me any more than he had too. "Have you been on Candid Camera before?"

"What's with you? Are you always this chatty?"

"Oh, sometimes, I guess. Usually when I'm nervous. My mom gets mad at me when I talk nonstop."

"I'm not surprised. Take another deep breath and hold it for me. And try not to talk, okay?" He was starting to get pissed.

I did as he asked, and held it in until he told me to breathe out again. "Hey Doc, lemme ask you a question. Since you said we could ask you anything, do you think it's okay for a guy my age to sneak into an X-rated movie?"

"Huh? I thought I told you to be quiet for a minute. Well, I would say that it's normal for a guy your age to want to see what's happening in a sex movie, sure. Guys your age are always curious about that stuff. But you're underage, and therefore it's strictly illegal. Do you have some questions of a sexual nature that you'd like to ask me?" he said, as he walked around the front of the table and stared down at me. He seemed to be re-arranging his balls in his tight black slacks, with his left hand in his pocket. This guy was a super-duper freaky-deaky slimeball. I was afraid I'd hit the jackpot, and some spot inside of him was about to erupt, and then he'd start foaming at the mouth. "If you want to ask me about sex, fire away. I've heard and seen it all. I love sex questions."

I bet you do, I thought. "Well, geez, I'm not sure I should ask you. It's kinda private. And it's not your usual wham, bam, thank-you ma'am, sorta sex stuff."

"Go ahead. Nothing that you ask will bother me. Like I said, I've heard it all before. It's all good, and I can dig it. Let me listen to your chest while you think about it."

"Okay." He leaned in and listened to my chest. He made me take a couple of deep breaths and hold it, and I was pretty sure that I was going to puke if he didn't get out of my face soon. Damn, he smelled so gross. Almost like the Dark Man but not quite as bad.

Once he finished, I asked him, "Well, when you check me for a hernia, maybe you can look at my dick and see if it's big enough so that I can be a porno star. I've always wanted to perform on the big screen," I said. I had to look down at the floor to keep from laughing out loud after I said that. This was so bitchin messing with this dumbshit. "I'd like to see my boner stretched out on that fifty-foot screen."

"Oh, well, sure. Okay, I guess I can do that," he said, giving me a strange look while he wrapped the stethoscope up and set it on the table. "Well then, let's get right to it. Pull off your shorts, and we'll take a look," the doctor said, standing back and rubbing his hands together.

I stood up and slid off my shorts and jock in one quick move. Surprisingly, I was starting to get chubbed.

The doctor took a look and reached out and palmed my dick. He started fondling it with is sweaty hand, and against my brain saying 'no', and being kinda grossed out, little Ry started to bone right up. I sure hoped I didn't catch some funky dick rotting disease from his sweaty hand.

"Well, I would say you have a fine looking penis for a guy your age. It's pretty big for a, what, fifteen, sixteen year old? And you have a lovely, long foreskin. That's a bonus. If you wanted to act in pornographic movies, I don't see any reason why you wouldn't be able to. And you seem to be able to get an erection just fine, as well. I say, in a few years, when you're old enough and if you want, go for it."

"Thanks, Doc. Since your hand is still on my business, go ahead and check for a hernia and let's get this over with," I wanted him to get his hands off my equipment before I said anything else. I didn't want to take a chance and have him squash my balls because I was pretty sure I was about to piss him off, royally, with what I was going to ask him next.

He did the usual test, shoving my balls up into my stomach, and having me cough and all of that other stuff. Then he said I could put my clothes back on. I turned around and shoved my tan ass out at him, just to fuck with him. Man, was I relieved to be done with this.

"Why is it that you don't have a tan line?" he asked.

"Oh, you know, we go naked all the time at our pool. Ever since I was a little dude. I like being naked, and I'd like to be naked all the time if I could," I told him, biting my tongue to keep from laughing at the last part. "When I get my driver's license I want to drive around town naked."

"Okay," he said, lost in thought. "Just don't get pulled over."

"No kidding. So, Doc, am I big enough to make movies?" I said, turning around and pulling up my shorts.

"Um, I suppose. You know that size doesn't matter. It's all about how you use it, if you catch my drift. And you know, if you want to be a porno star, you have to be comfortable with an erection in front of the camera and around other people."

"Oh, wow. I hadn't thought about other people being around. That could be freaky. How do you know this stuff? Have you ever made a porno? Would I have to waive my boner around in front of, like, fifty people? Both dudes and chicks?"


"You know, have you ever made one of those movies, those sexy kind of movies, like with your friend and his girlfriend or something?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you do. You know so much about it. Maybe you were a director or a sound engineer, or a cameraman once," I said, holding my fist up and using my other hand as a crank. He was really starting to sweat now, and his face was getting red.

He stood there for a minute, eyeing me, wondering what I was up to. After what seemed like forever, he finally figured it out and let out a deep sigh. "Okay, what did you see?"

"Nothing much. We saw some adults doing something that they shouldn't be doing in a boy's locker room. A certain girls head in the lap of a certain coach, being filmed by a certain doctor, if he even is a doctor. That's all. I bet Principal Moorhead would be interested in what you guys were doing."

"Don't bet on it, son. Craven Moorhead and I are good friends." He was starting to get pissed. "And who are 'we'?"

"Me and a few of my friends snuck in there and watched you guys. You should have locked the door. My dad certainly would be interested, even if Principal Moorhead isn't. My pop's a lawyer," I lied. "Does Principal Moorhead make porn movies too? Man, who'd wanna watch it? His stomach is so fat he probably can't even see his dick."

"All right, I get it, you little shit. What do you want?"

"It's simple. The older kid out there, the bigger one with the dark hair sitting on the end? His name is Enzo. I want you to give him a prostate exam, and make him shoot his load. Really finger him up the butt. Embarrass him. Tell him you need a sperm sample for a special research investigation you're doing or something. Or tell him that his balls look outa whack and you need to check them. Tug and play with them. Twist them all around. You'd probably dig it. Tell him that it's part of the exam and that you did it to us, too. He's a moron, and he needs to be knocked down a peg. Do that, and this conversation never happened. Deal?"

"You're a little shit, you know that?"

"Call me what you want. I don't give a rat's ass. Deal? Or do I talk to my dad? Or should I go straight to the cops? Wait, I know. I'll tell that newspaper reporter I met yesterday. She'll pee her panties to scoop this story."

"Oh, all right. You got a deal. Now get the hell out of here, you little snotty blackmailer," he said and turned away from me. He was fuming, and his face was a brilliant red.

"And I want ten dollars too, so I can buy some grass. All of us guys need to relax after what we saw in there. Yuck."

"What?" he said, staring at me. Finally, he pulled out his wallet. "Here you go, you little fucker. Now get the hell out."

Man, was I glad to get out of there. I couldn't believe that I had pulled that off. I unlocked and opened the door, and sat down next to Jake. The Coach had left, and the rest of the guys sitting there looked like they were about to fall asleep. Luckily, I was pretty sure that they hadn't heard the doctor and me talking shit inside the little room. I balled up the ten dollar bill so nobody could see it. I couldn't believe I pulled that off. I never would have done that, but he pissed me off. I was starting to think that he wasn't actually a doctor. What a slimeball.

Jake leaned over and asked, "You all right? You seem kinda wiggy. How'd it go?"

"A breeze. No sweat. Don't let him stick his finger up your butt or twist your balls around."


"Who's next?" the so-called doctor called out.

"Go on. It's no big deal. Just don't let him stick his finger up your butt, okay? I'll tell you why later. Trust me," I whispered.

"Okay," he said. After looking over at Kenji and Enzo, he told the doctor, "I guess I'm next."

He was out of there in less than five minutes, and when he came out, he plopped down in the hard plastic chair. "That guy was creepy," he said. "Why would a doctor be filming Coach and that girl? I didn't want him to touch me."

"I don't know, man," was all I could say. I didn't know either.

While Jake was in the little exam room, I had a chance to whisper to Kenji to go next and leave Enzo for last. I told him that I had told the doctor that I was worried about Enzo, and the doc was kind enough to do a thorough exam to make sure he was okay. I felt bad about lying to Kenji, but being pissed at Enzo trumped that charge.

Kenji went next, and was back out in a flash, like Jake.

"That doctor was weird," was all he said, before settling in between Enzo and me again.

"Why? What'd he do?" I asked. If he fucked with Kenji, I was gonna be pissed.

"Nothing. He seems greasy, like a freaky dude, I guess."

"You're next, son," the doctor said, pointing to Enzo.

Enzo got up and rambled into the room, and the door slammed shut behind him.

"Jake. Change places with me. I want to try and hear what's going on in there. I told the doc that Enzo's not feeling too well, and I want to try and hear what they're saying in there."


The next few minutes seemed to drag on forever. I couldn't hear much of anything, except towards the end, when I heard Enzo yell, "It's none of your fucking business!"

A few seconds later, Enzo was out the door, all red-faced. He didn't even bother to sit back down. Kenji jumped up and followed him out, while to my right, the doctor appeared at the door.

"You," he pointed at me. "In here, now."

I looked at Jake, and he looked at me, shrugging. I jumped up and walked through the door. He closed it hard behind him, and after a tense few seconds, asked me, "Do you have any idea what's going on with him?"

"No, not really. Only that he's been a real asshole to us and elbowed my friend in the back for no reason earlier today. He's been a dork lately. Why?"

"Any idea why his cock hairs are all shaved off?"

"What? Are you screwing with me?"

"No. He looks like he's ten. In my opinion, I think someone is abusing him."

"Oh, fuck!"

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