Orchard Road
Chapter 4
First day back at senior high Max and Carl were as happy as they could be. Together in all classes, sat next to each other all day. Their rota scheduled plenty of sport and physical education. Life was just about perfect until lunch when the school bully found them. Stood over them as they ate their lunch, hands on hips with a huge grin on his face.
"So Blackie, this friend of yours, does he take your cock up his arse the same as he did from his old man."
The guy had said it loud enough for most of the students in the cafeteria to hear. You could have heard a pin drop as it registered what had been said.
Carl turned in his seat and took off like a rocket, hit the guy in the chest with the power of a 40 ton Abrams tank, sending him sprawling. Carl followed that up with his fist pounding the guy's head and face until he was pulled off by students and the duty teacher. The bully looked very much the worse for wear and would definitely have two black eyes by the next day, and many other bruises all over his face. The bruise on his chest was pretty impressive as well. Carl was still fighting mad trying to get at him as the guy was led away to the nurse's station. When he calmed down he was marched to the principal's study with Max following close behind. Sat waiting for the axe to fall, Max calmed him down although he himself was shaken. He heard the principal through the open door of his study, tell the duty teacher to have Carl's father requested to attend as soon as possible.
Half an hour later, Des walked in, looked at his son and Max getting no clue what the summons was about. Carl had straightened his clothes, but as the bully had not connected once with him there was no blood or bruises. All of them were immediately summoned and Des was offered a chair. The duty teacher gave his version first.
"I heard a ruckus and by the time I got to the action Withers was sat astride Fallon pounding his head and face. The boy was fighting mad at something and it took four of us to get him off Fallon."
"Would you like to tell me why you attacked Fallon, Mr. Withers?"
Carl shook his head.
The headmaster looked at Desmond. "I'm sorry Major Withers, I have no option but to suspend your son while we investigate this further."
"I'm sorry as well Headmaster, but that isn't going to happen. I have never known Carl use violence against another human being even though he has been taught the art of self-defence since he was small. There has to be something in this and I want to know what it is before we leave here."
The principal was a little flustered. Military officers always showed such tremendous self-assurance they overwhelmed mere mortals.
"Let's start by having the so called victim brought in."
A lot of bluster but eventually that happened. Everyone gasped when they saw the state of Michael Fallon when he walked in. His face was a mess.
"What did you do or say that made Withers turn on you so ferociously?"
"Nothing, Sir, he just attacked me without warning."
Des could see that the boy was lying so he opened the study door again and called Max in.
"Right, Carl and Max. You will tell me what caused this fracas or I will ground both of you for the remainder of this year. You will be kept separated in school and at home and I will withdraw every privilege you currently enjoy if you don't tell me what happened."
Carl wouldn't allow Max to take that punishment so he sighed and told his father the truth.
"He made sure everyone in the cafeteria heard what he said, Dad. He has virtually guaranteed the ruin of our time in this school."
Des looked at the principal.
"If I had heard that, I might have emulated my son. You had better have the whole story and then you can make your decision."
Des told him everything from the day it happened until Donald was court martialled and dismissed the service.
"His criminal case will be heard sometime in the New Year and he will almost certainly pick up a 25 year sentence. This boy," pointing at Max, "Had no choice in the matter he is half the size of his father, and my son was too much in shock to do anything against his father's boss."
The principal was mouth agape in shock but Des wasn't finished.
"I am going to call the police in on this and the military CID because the court martial was a closed court, everyone in it was sworn to secrecy under the official secrets act. Whoever told this boy will go to prison when we find them."
The principal was lost, this was so far outside his knowledge base.
"Fallon, you are obviously not in a fit state to continue at school today. Go home, tell your parents that they will almost certainly be receiving a visit from the police. Mr. Withers, you and Mr. McMahon will return to lessons under the strict order that you say absolutely nothing to anyone until the police and military clear you to do so."
The boys left in a hurry.
"I'm out of my depth here Major, what do I need to do?"
"You call the police and ask for a detective's presence here to investigate a matter concerning military secrets, I'll call our CID and we can start from here."
An hour later there were four men in the principal's study making up an interesting array. A detective first class, a military CID inspector, a marine major and a very concerned looking principal.
"I don't think it will take rocket science to solve this one inspector, do you?"
The military man grinned.
"I think we might have time for a drink together before work ends today with this case solved."
They weren't wrong.
The civilian stenographer at the court martial was the best friend of Fallon's mother. The boy had heard the two women talking about the case and had spent the remainder of his summer holiday finding out who the individuals were and making sure he presented it to them on the first day, hopefully enhancing his own kudos and frightening the two juniors into being his slaves for the next year.
Long term result was the woman going to prison for five years. Short term result, the Fallon's were informed that if they ever spoke of this again they would go to prison also.
The two detectives did have their drink that day and struck up a friendship that was good for the military and civilians in this town. Co-operation guaranteed for the future, when needed.
Fallon went back to school a week later with his bruising still showing. His cronies were amazed when he steered clear of Carl and Max, and told everyone who asked that what he had said on the first day was in fact a lie. Not many people believed that so Carl and Max were always being questioned about it. Stock answer was, "We don't answer questions about bullshit."
The overflow from that was not what they expected. There were a good number that believed it, but also believed it was rape and not consensual sex. There were another group that thought no smoke without fire and that Carl and Max were a pair of faggots, but, they were so athletic and such nice guys that no one took up that one. The third group were the closet gays who all thought it would be fantastic to have sex with either of these guys they were so sexy. Stripped for PE or sport there were more than a few who drooled at the sight, and in the showers there were a few boners sprung and as quickly hidden. What did transpire from that was a collection of friends that made the boys feel totally accepted in this mainly civilian community.
Pool parties started happening at the Withers house and despite the fact that Marilyn was there most days and at weekends, the parties started to get a little raunchy as the boys horsed around in and out of the pool. Grabbing arse and groin was almost a rite of passage for these hormonal sixteen and seventeen year olds. In one such escapade Carl was ganged up on and before he could escape he had been caressed to an erection. When the remainder of the group saw it they had their mouths open with shock, it was only just covered by his swim briefs and looked enormous.
"Oh God, I'm sorry Carl, please don't beat me with it."
That comment was from Tony who had been the boy responsible. The rest of the group then just fell about laughing. Carl looked at Max who up to then had looked serious as well, and they both saw the humour in it and also joined in the laughter.
"You give me a hard on again Tony and I'll do more than beat you with it."
Carl indicated what he meant by moving his hips backwards and forwards in an obvious take on fucking someone. Tony blushed almost scarlet and dove back into the pool. The reason was that he was springing an erection just thinking about that happening.
`Oh God, yes please,' was his thought.
Everyone else was screaming for an exhibition fuck. Some of them meaning it. They thought that watching that mighty phallus sliding in and out of Tony's arse would be amazing. Tony was the odd one out in this crowd because he was a senior but became friends with Carl and Max because they trained together for running. He had really pushed the relationship because he had a real lust going for both of them. Carl's body was just amazing for a sixteen year old and Max was just plain sexy.
Among the crowd was a devious boy who was also gay that wondered how he might further this action, first getting Carl naked and erect and then getting him to use it on some one. Tony was at the top of his list because he was also very buffed and looked so sexy even in baggies because they hung from his hips giving just a glimpse of his arse crack and the top of his pubic bush. This boy was also a source of jack off material for other gay boys because Ken was blonde, well-built and with a killer smile. Provided he was in the right crowd he would also happily be a bit of an exhibitionist. Hell with his body and an adequate appendage he had nothing to be ashamed of.
The next stage of play was just what Ken wanted. The next weekend party, while they were all horsing around resulted in Ken being pantsed in one of the pool games and then being groped enough to spring a boner. He got out of the pool to try puting his swim shorts back on and everyone saw his erection.
"I think that in future, anyone who plays with someone enough to get them a hard on should be the one to get rid of it."
"Yeah, and how do you suggest they do that then, Ken?"
"Oh nothing outrageous, a blowjob would do it no problem."
It was some minutes before the laughter died down and Ken, looking as serious as he could, said, "I mean it."
Ken and Tony could have been a verbal tag team then because they played off one another to get what they wanted.
"I think that's a good idea. Some exhibition sex would sure liven up a dull afternoon."
More laughter and Ken moved it forward.
"Ok, serious, who's on for a bit of fun."
All the boys looked at each other. Max and Carl looked hard at each other until Carl nodded.
"Ok, cock hound, Carl and I will give you our vote."
That got the rest motivated to agree as well.
"We may have to store the forfeits up until our parents are not at home. But as long as whatever happens here stays here we can go ahead. Someone had better set some rules on this."
Max nodded thinking that Carl had got it right. Ken and Tony looked at each other and Tony spoke.
"Ok, this is serious stuff. No one here is openly gay, but to agree to possibly giving someone a blowjob I guess none of us are homophobes. Ken and I appear to have been the leaders of the pack on this one. Why don't we get together during the week and devise a set of rules. We can take it a lot further if you like just to see how it goes.
"What do you mean, a lot further?"
"Well, blowjobs will probably seem pretty tame after we have seen a few so we could expand it to some arse play as well."
There were a few shocked expressions.
"I'm not suggesting rape."
Every eye turned on Max then, who blushed. He looked gutted, but then saw the look Carl gave him. All the love that Carl felt for Max was in that look. Max knew that when the criminal case against his father came to court it would not be held in camera so his secret would be out in the open.
"Ok, Guys. You had better all sit down and listen."
Enquiring looks as they all sat down round Max.
"My father is a sexual deviate. He restrained me over his desk and then forced Carl to fuck me. After that he buggered me as well. All that is going to come out at his criminal trial so you are just getting a preview of the facts. It was pretty traumatic for me, not because being fucked was awful, but because it was my father that had done it. I was a virgin when it happened, but the prostate gland in our arse is a pretty sensitive piece of kit and whether you are gay or not, having it stimulated by either a finger or something else is amazing I can tell you. To prove it, next time any of you jack off, lubricate a finger and try to find your own prostate, your orgasm will be mind blowing."
Total silence after Max had finished, and he wondered if he had blown it with this group of friends.
"I always suspected that Fallon had been telling the truth the first day back at school so I became a Max watcher. I think you are an incredible guy, Max, to have come out of that so well and be able to bond with Carl despite what he did to you. If you think that having your prostate sensitised by a cock is fantastic I'm not going to veto it if these guys want to expand our knowledge."
The remainder of the guys were almost shell shocked that any of them would invite a butt fucking. The guy that had made the comment was probably the most macho guy in the juniors, a varsity wrestler, no one would fuck with him.
"If it's ok by Jake, I'm not wimping out on this one. As far as I'm concerned, Ken and Tony, you come up with some game rules and let battle commence."
Everyone else relaxed and laughed. Agreement reached.
Carl and Max talked about it after the other boys had gone home.
"This could be loads of fun Max, provided there is no coercion. Blowjobs aren't likely to traumatise anyone but I think we should watch very carefully if a butt fucking looks likely."
"You don't mind that we might be involved?"
"Not if you don't, it's only sex, and we know that is fun. You know you are my world, I'm never going to do anything behind your back and I won't do this if you say no."
Problem solved, they could have sex at the pool parties, but that wouldn't carry on to private sessions.
School on the Monday and there was a load of good natured innuendo between the pool party guys, most of it quizzing Tony and Ken about their plans.
"We are still working on it," was the only response they got.
Showers after PE and sports that week were a hoot. The guys were all scoping out the other pool party guys, obviously wondering what the erect cocks were going to look like. They knew that Carl had a monster. Tony and Max also had pretty big ones soft, and they had seen Ken with a hard on at the pool, so it was erect ones that they all wanted to see.
The next weekend party they all got part of their wish. The Parents were going to an officers mess BBQ on the Saturday and would be away from late morning, probably running into an evening party so they expected to be late home. The boys all arrived before lunch to have their own BBQ and listen to Tony and Ken's plans for raunchy games.
"Ok, you two cock hounds what have you come up with?"
Ken was grinning like an idiot as Tony spoke.
"We thought we ought to start with mild entertainment coupled with plenty of activity to keep us fit. Carl and Max to pick a team by alternate selection. Then we play a variation of water polo which I'll explain. Every time a team scores, the captain of the losers has his swim shorts removed by the goal scorer, touching to be kept to a maximum during that operation."
Everybody was rolling on the ground with laughter when it clicked what Tony had said.
"The captaincy will then move to another player. When a team has no more swimwear to surrender the next goal scored against them will require the captain of the losers to give the goal scorer a blowjob."
There was no dissent, just loads of broad grins.
"We can keep that going as long as you like, we can also carry it over to other days so that the forfeits escalate. After all of the losing team have given a blowjob the next forfeit would have to be a butt fucking. We can shuffle the teams round every so often if it begins to look a little one sided. Max and Carl don't have to be the first captains either, they can appoint one of their team to start the ball rolling."
Carl and Max looked at each other when there was no dissent about the butt fucking and you could read the unasked question in their eyes. `Are all these guys gay?' Accepting the idea of butt fucking was pretty serious. Teams were selected and Carl and Max had conferred, picked Tony and Ken first and made them the captains so the first blowjob would be given by one of the instigators. Carl also chose Jake thinking that his superior strength might come in handy.