Our Sons College Tournament

Our Son's College Tournament: Chapter 8

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Chapter 8: Adventures in Babysitting Part One: Cat & Mouse

"So, how did it happen last night?" Aaron asked Brett as he drove from campus to the warehouse district part of town where Cell Block 13 was located. It was about 9:00 - early for a typical clubbing start time, but this was a big night. Aaron knew the club would be at capacity soon.

They had both been silent for the first five minutes of the twenty-minute ride. Aaron was dressed in his black tuxedo. He was shirtless and was wearing a white phantom of the opera mask. His exposed eye was covered in multicolored, glittery make up. He had understood the assignment.

Brett didn't own a tuxedo. He had only decided to go to the club this afternoon after learning that Jake was going to fill in as a go-go dancer. He'd asked Aaron for a ride under the guise that filming Jake in the golden cage could be a hilarious, viral social media post - a plan that made very little sense to Aaron.

Brett's family in Australia was originally Scottish so he owned a traditional kilt. The specific tartan fabric associated with his family line just registered as generically plaid to everyone else. He'd had to wear it when he flew back to his cousin's wedding so was now using the entire outfit as his required costume. Aaron had suggested going shirtless, but Brett's elaborate beach scene tattoo was too well-known as he spent much of his campus party time shirtless and was uncomfortable about potentially being recognized. His unrelated Thor mask from their frat house Halloween party sat on his lap as they rode. It was a combination that was almost right but not quite. It was hot though with his long blonde hair and muscular surfer build. The mask just covered his eyes and the top part his nose. He was happy it was still convenient for drinking. He felt the need to imbibe.

"How did WHAT happen last night?" Brett asked, turning his head toward Aaron who was keeping his eyes on the road.

"How did you and Jake end up hooking up last night?" Aaron clarified.

"WHAT?!" Brett said in a voice that simultaneously sounded shocked, angry, and embarrassed all at once. "What the fuck, Mate?! Why would you say that?!"

Aaron just turned toward Brett to make eye contact and raised his right eyebrow as if to say, "c'mon, Bro."

"What??!" Brett asked again in an exasperated tone. "Wait, did Jake tell you? That arsehole. How could he...why would he tell you...Fuck. It's not what you think. It just..." he trailed off, searching for the right way to continue when Aaron finally interrupted.

"Jake didn't tell me. He would never-" Aaron started and then smiled to himself when he realized Jake absolutely would have either intentionally told Aaron - or someone else - or would have accidentally let it slip. Maybe, now that he was trying to lead the straight and narrow life - or at least give that impression here on campus, he'd have been more careful.

"Well, he did. He was-" Brett started, misinterpreting Aaron's response that 'Jake would never' to insinuate that Jake would never mess around with a guy. "Wait, if he didn't tell you, who did?"

Aaron smiled to himself, keeping his eyes on the road again. "Nobody told me shit...until you just did."

Brett started to open his mouth to protest but couldn't form a sentence as his brain was realizing that he'd just unnecessarily admitted it and confirmed Aaron's suspicions. He hated himself in that moment. He suddenly didn't want to go anymore. He didn't want to be in the car with Aaron anymore. He was panicking in his head. Why had he just admitted it? Why didn't he just start off denying it - or just said nothing? How could he have fucked this up? He just sat and thought for a minute, staring out at the city lights. "How did you know?" He finally asked.

"Dude - you're skipping a sorority party to go film a guy dancing almost naked at Cell Block 13. And you're wearing a..."

"You better not be about say anything other than 'kilt'" Brett interrupted angrily.

"A kilt." Aaron revised and continued. "For a guy you just met two days ago who spent the night in your room."

"Mate, it's not like that." Brett started.

"What's it like then?" Aaron asked. "I can see it on your face when you talk about him. I get it. Jake is...charming."

"Yeah, he told me about you two in high school." Brett said.

"Oh, yeah?" Aaron replied, looking over at Brett away from the road. "What did he tell you?"

"He told me about how you...you know." Brett said and paused.

"You know, what?" Aaron asked, genuinely curious about what Jake had said.

"You know...that you offered to...after a party once in high school. He was horny after some girl and how you offered to...well, not just offered...how you actually did..."

"Did what?" Aaron asked, now smirking at how wildly inaccurate the facts of this anecdote were.

"You know...you gave him a gobber." Brett finally got out.

"A what?" Aaron asked.

"A gobber. You know - a blow job. You sucked his donger." Brett said in an accusatory manner as if Aaron would be embarrassed to have sucked cock.

"Is that right?" Aaron said trying hard not to laugh.

"What? You didn't?" Brett asked. "He said you did. I mean it's not like you wouldn't want to probably, right? He's a right good-looking bloke and all, and you..."

"So you think he's good looking?" Aaron asked now just playing with Brett like a cat with a mouse.

"Uh...yeah. Anybody can see that. I'm not fucking blind. I can tell who's good looking and who's not. You're good looking too. Brad Pitt is good looking. What the fuck?"

'Where to start?' Aaron thought.

"So you think Brad Pitt is hot?" Aaron said as if that were the significant take-away from Brett's outburst.

"What? I didn't say 'hot' I said good looking. He's a bloody movie star, for fuck's sake."

"And you think I'm good looking too. Thanks, Bro. You're a hot guy, yourself. But you know that too. You have a mirror."

"Wait. How-" Brett started but wasn't sure how this conversation had taken this turn. He was momentarily less panicked about admitting to some kind of sexual encounter with Jake. "So DID you?"

"Did I what?" Aaron asked even though he knew.

"Did you suck Jake's cock?" Brett asked as if keeping the subject on their encounter was a court room strategy.

"Yes. Absolutely. I absolutely sucked Jake's cock. It's awesome isn't it? He's got a great dick. Beautiful really, the way it curves up like a-"

"Banana." Brett blurred out and then wanted to die.

"Exactly. He's got a good one, right?" Aaron said. Brett was predictably silent. "C'mon, Bro. Tell me I'm wrong. We've both seen a lot of 'em. He's got a good one." He looked over at Brett as if he wasn't going to look back at the road until Brett provided a response.

"I guess." Brett said, looking straight ahead out at the lights.

"You guess?" Aaron said. "Fuck. Let me tell you - as someone who's undoubtedly seen way more than you - you've probably only seen boners in porn right? Unless you jerked off with your buddies or something - but still, that's a limited sample. I've seen a lot of boners and Jake's is grade A. You know what I'm talking about now. It's nice to have someone else who knows. We're like in the secret club now, you and me. Don't worry. I get it. Your secret's safe with me. You'd be surprised how many dude's secrets I have to keep."

"Really?" Brett said. "Like who?" He added. He was desperate to know he was not the only member of this down low club. Aaron just gave him a look. "Oh, right. Sorry."

"You're not alone, Bro. There's lots of curious dudes out there. So many it seems normal. It's college. Go fucking crazy, you know?" He could sense Brett's panic and was trying keep him tethered to earth. "You two enjoyed yourselves, right?"

Brett was silent for a minute, weighing the impact of admitting to more, against wanting to just tell someone about it. He'd been thinking about it all day. He'd wanted to jerk off reliving it all day but never had the opportunity. He wanted to take his time and savor the memory and not just knock one out. Aaron seemed like a safe haven. It wasn't like they weren't already friends.

"Lance can't find out. Or any of the brothers." Brett said wanting to reiterate his desperate need to keep this between them. Aaron wanted to say, 'you'd be surprised about some of your brothers' but kept that to himself. He just smiled and nodded reassuringly. "It was hot, Mate. I'm not gonna lie. Really hot." Brett finally responded.

"So that was your first time?" Aaron asked.

"Oh, fuck yeah. Never done that...anything like that before."

"The first time is always hot. Nervous though - but hot." Aaron said conspiratorially even though he barely remembered his first time; it had been so long ago.

"Yeah, the second time was way better. Just more fun - you know? I wasn't just constantly saying to myself, 'I can't believe I'm doing this' you know?"

Aaron smiled again. This was almost too easy. He kept letting the mouse loose, but it was so easy to just put his paw down on his tail again. "Yeah, you could really enjoy it more once you'd gotten past that initial freak out."

"I know. Right?" Brett said. His guard was coming way down now.

"Was Jake good at it?" Aaron asked absolutely knowing the answer he was about to receive.

"Better than any bird, Mate." Brett said and looked out the window as though he were reliving it at that moment. Aaron wondered if he was getting hard under his kilt.

"Yeah he's got some skills." Aaron confirmed.

"Yeah, he told me he tried it on you back then. Said he felt bad not helping you out too. He said you're so big that if he could get yours in his mouth, he could do anybody."

"He said, 'he tried?'" Aaron asked almost choking trying to stifle a laugh. "Yeah, he gave it a try. Turns out he's a natural at it."

"He must be. It was...awesome." Brett said.

"So, did you guys just...swap head?" Aaron asked. "You guys didn't..." he added but stopped. He didn't want to freak Brett out. He just made the fucking symbol with his index finger through the circle of his other hand. Brett's eyes got wide.

"Oh, fuck no, Mate. None of that shit. We're not..." he stopped himself before offending Aaron. They road in silence for a couple more minutes. "But Jake did do this thing with his tongue...on my..." he paused, unsure now why he'd decided to offer up this additional detail. Aaron looked over at him. "You know." Then he whispered, "my ass."

Aaron couldn't help but let out a laugh now. Brett looked confused. "Is that weird?"

"Nope. That's standard operating procedure." Aaron said reigning in his amusement. "And you liked that?"

"Bloody Hell - it was amazin'- never felt anything like it. We were...you know...doing it...sucking each other - in a sixty-nine. I was just still trying to get his whole knob down as far as I could. It's a different angle from that position and he was like way back there, going at my bollocks. He took 'em in his mouth. Not together - one at a time, you know? No girl's ever paid any attention to 'em before. Felt so amazin' - anyway, then he goes back even further and was sucking on that spot behind 'em and all of a sudden I was like, 'Bloody Hell! What's this now?' You know?"

"Oh, I know. Believe me. Nothing like a good rim job." Aaron added.

"No shit. I coulda cum from just that. Actually, the first time I did." Brett said. Aaron smiled again. Brett would make a terrible witness on the stand - just offering up additional juicy details like 'the first time.'

"So where did you end up...you know...relieving yourselves? You guys didn't swallow, did you?"

"Fuck no." Brett said quickly. "We're not...We just shot on each other. He came on my face, the cheeky fucker. That was gross." Aaron laughed; this did not surprise him. "I came on that fucking lightning bolt."

"The first time." Aaron said smiling. Brett blushed. "So, is it true that you guys go commando under those kilts?

"Bloody Hell, right, Mate!" Brett said and he pulled up the many folds of heavy fabric to expose his boner and his newly trimmed blonde man bush. Aaron stared. He got chubby in his pants and was suddenly jealous that Jake got to play with this Stud. He swerved slightly and then got control of his lane again. Now it was Brett's turn to laugh. He liked having that effect on someone - even a guy. He was suddenly feeling ok again - even a little cocky. He wanted to see Jake.

Part Two: Panic at the Disco

"Nice whities, Bro." Aaron said to Leo as he stepped up to the long stainless-steel urinal next to him and started to undo the front of his pants. Aaron saw him climb down from his cage and head toward the largest restroom, so he excused himself from his bar stool next to Brett and followed him in.

The place was less crowded than the dance floor but the line up at the urinal trough was full of a row of guys standing behind waiting. On a normal night guys would be using the stalls to take a piss too, but things were hopping early tonight, and the stalls were already full of guys making out, or snorting stuff off each other, or on their knees with a stranger - so their availability was already limited and unpredictable - a phenomenon usually reserved for closer to bar time. Aaron intentionally waited behind the guy to Leo's left so he could conveniently stand next to him - on the side where his flaccid dick wouldn't be hidden by his hand. He wanted to check up on him - but also wanted to check him out.

Leo was standing in his sneakers and just his "Y" front jockey briefs. His Mardi Gras mask was pulled up to the top of his head. His legs were spread wide, and he was holding the waistband of his briefs down under his scrotum as he pissed into the ice that lined the bottom, instead of using the diagonal fly for its intended purpose. Does anyone actually use the fly in tighty whities?

Aaron was initially confused when he figured out that Leo and Jake had switched costumes, but it hadn't taken him long. He had been intimately familiar with Jake's body for a couple of years so easily put two and two together when he saw them both dancing in the gold cages. For one thing, he knew Leo would never consent to having a butt plug tail, and even though Jake's newly shaved body came as a surprise, Aaron recognized his strong shoulders and round ass from behind. The fact that Jake had added some bulk since high school only made him more attractive - the tradeoff of athletic definition for beefy manliness.

Aaron glanced over quickly to check out Leo's equipment. They'd been friends through Eric since the beginning of the school year, but because they lived in suite-style rooms and Leo used the team locker rooms instead of the university's gym showers, Aaron had never seen him undressed. His big cock twitched at the sight of Leo's dense black pubes below his lean, tight abs. Leo's manhood was worth a gander as well. He was no porn star - at least in his flaccid state, taking a leak, but the entire package was nothing to sneeze at either and was what Aaron liked to call 'pretty'. Leo's penis was simply a good- looking version of the organ - like the encyclopedic standard of the ideal. Aaron called these "Goldie Locks" dicks - not too big, not too small - just right.

Aaron felt his dick start to grow and decided to forgo any further discussion since that was a clear violation of the man code to start with and there was a line behind them. Leo glanced over at Aaron's fatty as he relieved himself. His eyes got wide. Aaron was used to that reaction, but he still enjoyed it, especially from hot straight guys like Leo.

"Damn." Leo said under his breath. He caught Aaron's eyes and blushed and quickly turned his head back to face the wall of advertising in front of them. "It's amazing how fast I got used to just walking around in my underwear. I'd sort of forgotten that until you just mentioned it."

"Why'd you switch costumes with Jake? And how'd you come up with this one? Those aren't your actual underwear, are they? You don't shop at Walmart?" Aaron asked laughing, which made his piss stream bounce around erratically. He was happy the conversation was distracting him from his arousal though.

"It was that fucking tail." Leo said. "Did you see that shit?"

"Yeah. That's really committing to the part." Aaron said. "Did they have that here? It's not like Jake had that packed in his backpack." He glanced down again to watch Leo casually milking the last drops of piss from his pretty prick and shaking it off. Then he let his waistband snap back up over his bush. He reached in to adjust his junk.

"Fuck!" Leo said staring down at his crotch.

"What happened?" Aaron said shaking his own hose off and now looking down at Leo's crotch as well, happy to be given an excuse to do so.

"Didn't shake it off enough." Leo said watching the small circle of wetness that had formed at the tip of his perfect, circumcised head. It was dark and about the size of a quarter. "I fucking hate that. Of all the times to get a fucking piss stain. Fuck!"

"Dude. Chill. You just gave a boner to every guy in here who's been fantasizing about getting a golden shower from you while you danced."

Leo looked up at Aaron with a shocked expression. "Is that really a thing?"

"You'd be surprised."

"Damn. That's gross." Leo said.

"Yup." Aaron said shrugging. "There're a lot of kinky fuckers." He'd been asked to piss on a fair number of guys. It didn't do much for him, but he didn't mind it either. Whatever gets you off.

They both turned to go to the sinks when Leo began to get accosted by guys in line behind them who recognized his mask and his body now that he was facing them. Aaron blocked several hands as they attempted to feel Leo up and slip their fingers in his waistband or grab his ass. Leo looked panicked at first and then tensed up and instinctively made a fist as his body naturally went into fight or flight mode when he felt vulnerable. Aaron saw the stress building fast and wanted to prevent an incident. He moved to step in front of Leo, put his arm around his shoulder, and quickly escorted him out of the restroom. Once they were back out in the crowd, he led Leo over to the employee-only corridor behind the back bar. Brandon smiled and nodded at him on the way past. Brett was watching the other cage dancers and didn't notice.

"Damn. Thanks, Dude. What the fuck was that? Those guys were fucking assholes." Leo said.

"There's an employee bathroom back here. Don't use that public one again. They should have told you. It's only gonna get worse as all those guys get drunker. You're making them horny. Plus, tonight's set up to be a sort of free for all. They're crazy out there."

"No shit!" Leo said. "Thank you. I owe you." Aaron's mind raced to how he could collect that debt. He felt it between his legs, but ignored the temptation to suggest the simple solution of offering Leo a blow job even though it seemed like win-win scenario. He knew that would not be received well and would decimate the goodwill he'd been afforded by all of Eric's friends. They didn't care that he was into guys as long as he wasn't into them.

"No worries, Man. Gotta take care of my Becker homies." Aaron said instead, referring to the name of their Dorm.

"That's cool, Bro. Appreciate it more than you know tonight." Leo reiterated. "How do you know about this back here?"

"You probably don't wanna know." Aaron said laughing. Leo blushed as his brain immediately formed the image of the bartender they'd seen earlier in the stock room that had let them all in the back door, on his knees blowing Aaron.

He suddenly wondered how big Aaron was when he got aroused given the formidable gift of manhood he'd just seen at the urinal trough. He remembered that both Eric and Nick had joked about how well- endowed he was, but he hadn't let his mind wander to what that really meant until now. That made him think about watching Michael, the other substitute go-go boy, getting blown by Jordan in the basement and his white briefs began to tent again.

"You thinking about that bachelorette again?" Aaron asked, noticing his growing bulge. That memory sent Leo's dick into overdrive and his full-length boner sprang up and stuck straight out at Aaron who couldn't help but look down at it. His own cock had now been teased enough and he could no longer hide his erection either. This was awkward. It stuck out to the side as though it were going to emerge from his right pocket. He tried to push it down, but that friction only made it worse.

"Goddammit." Aaron said with the stress of embarrassment in his voice. He really didn't want to creep Leo out. He liked having Leo as a solid straight friend on campus. The last thing he wanted was to appear like he was coming on to him, regardless of his internal lust. He had lots of internal lust that he kept in check on a daily basis around campus. He had plenty of options that didn't involve creeping on the straight jocks he found attractive.

"No worries, Bro." Leo said, looking down at Aaron's tented tux pants. He recognized Aaron's embarrassment; he'd felt it in the basement and again in the cage as his body reacted to the sexually- charged environment by giving him uncontrollable wood. "I get it. I'm standing here in my underwear with a boner." He added. "Actually, they're not even my underwear. I have a fucking boner in someone else's underwear that I don't even know. How many guys have worn these do you think?"

"You probably don't want to know." Aaron said again and laughed. Leo laughed too, mostly out of the nervous absurdity of this whole situation.

Aaron looked down at Leo's stiff cock inside the briefs and saw it twitch. "Looks like you've added some...juice to the list of stains down there."

Leo looked down to see a new wet spot had formed - one that they both knew from experience would take longer to dry and disappear. "Fuck." He paused and looked up at the ceiling like he just wanted this to all go away and be over.

He clasped his fingers together and put them behind his head - a gesture he made whenever he was thinking and trying to get out of a jam. It was a gesture that was only making Aaron's predicament worse, seeing Leo's dense black pits and flexed biceps. He also decided to look up at the ceiling.

"Why don't you just...you know...knock one out before you go back out there? It'd keep you from getting so...vulnerable to the situation, so to speak." Aaron added and paused. "Just go in there for a couple of minutes." He added, nodding into the single-use restroom and then glanced down at Leo's bulge. "A couple minutes is probably all you need, right? Just a quickie. We all have to pound one out quick every now and then to take the edge off - you know, like when you see a hottie in class, or you're just too horned up to concentrate to study."

"I hear that." Leo said, still staring at the ceiling but instinctively thrusting his stiff dick forward.

"Plus it'd keep your...you know...your package plumped up for a while." Aaron said. "I don't know about you, but mine stays pretty big for a while after I nut." He paused again. He didn't want to overstep and seem creepy. He really was just trying help. "I'll leave you here. Head back when you've...you know...taken care of yourself."

Leo was silent considering this option. He thought it would be a lot better out there in the cage if he wasn't getting boned up. The situation was getting the best of him. It was just so crazy to have so many people watching him - thinking he was sexy. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced.

Actually, that wasn't true. It was a little like jerking off in the shower in front of Santiago. He'd started that just to piss him off, but doing it in front of someone - especially someone who he knew thought he was hot - was a bit of a turn on. Even doing it in front of Eric in the morning added an edge of excitement. Maybe he just had an exhibitionist streak in him. And those bachelorettes. That was crazy. What if they came back - or what if there were more of them?

"Maybe you're right. Maybe it would be easier if I just took the edge off. I don't know why this is happening so bad." Then his voice got quiet. "I already rubbed one out today...this morning before I got out of bed." He added and then finally looked down and made eye contact with Aaron. "You know how mornings are." He paused again. "I wasn't expecting this to make me feel so...sexual. I thought it would just be a job."

"I get it. It hot being admired." Aaron said. "And just dancing, if you're not used to it, can add to that...feeling of freedom. Maybe you need a beer too. Something to relax you. I'll get you one and bring it to the cage."

"Thanks, Bro. That would probably help. I feel...I'm not sure what...like...overstimulated or something."

"No worries, Man." Aaron said. "I got you. I'm the one that got you into this. You stay here and...you know. I'll see you out there. Your break's almost over."

"Thanks. You're a cool guy, Aaron. I really appreciate it." Aaron just nodded and turned to walk back down the hall to the door that opened out into the chaos of the club. He was smiling. "What about you? You gonna just go back out there like that?" Leo added nodding down to Aaron's crotch.

"Um. Yeah. I'll wait by the door and see if it'll...go down. I'll think about my grandma." Aaron said and laughed. Then he looked around. "Maybe there's a storeroom that's unlocked. I could take the edge off too."

"Dude. Just come in here with me. Won't be the first time. It's just gonna take like a minute. It's no big deal." Leo said and held the bathroom door open for Aaron to join him. "Well, in your case, maybe it is a big deal." He added and laughed. That made Aaron laugh, mostly out of nervous tension. He walked in and Leo looked for the deadbolt, but the room didn't lock.

"They took the lock off." Aaron said. "Too much shit was going on in here."

"Sex?" Leo asked.

"And blow - the other kind." Aaron said laughing.

Leo shrugged and leaned up against the wall and pulled his briefs down to the middle of his thighs.

Aaron stared at it. His body was beautiful. Leo was tall - about 6'-2" - and had a long, lean torso and thick thighs from playing lacrosse. His shins were very hairy and the hair on his thighs got more dense in the area just under his crotch. His balls hung down low and looked like they were either hairless or he shaved them. His man pubes were dense and black but not overly bushy, so probably had been trimmed but not recently. His boner stuck straight out, its single eye looking right at Aaron who watched as Leo let a big wad of spit slowly fall from between his lips down onto his hard shaft. He started stroking, just looking down at his own prick as if Aaron wasn't even in the room.

Aaron was frozen and mesmerized. Leo finally looked up and seemed surprised that Aaron hadn't released his erection.

"You gonna start? We don't have much time." Leo said as though they were just getting some menial task done before heading out for the night. Maybe that's how Leo looked at this, Aaron thought.

"Sorry. This is kind of embarrassing." Aaron said.

"You're embarrassed?" Leo said, laughing. "Eric and Nick told me about your porn cock over there. I'm the one about to be embarrassed."

"Really?" Aaron said. He was genuinely surprised to learn his manhood had been a topic of dorm room speculation, especially by two straight guys who'd been around him in the locker room for years. Those facts tend to get desensitized over time and ignored. Leo didn't respond. "So...how'd that come up in conversation?" Aaron asked.

Leo appeared to be searching for the actual source memory. "We were watching porn. You know, just sitting around - bored - shootin' the shit. Some dude with a huge fuck stick comes on the screen and somebody made some comment about it and both Eric and Nick said - like at the same exact time - 'you should see Aaron's dick' and we were like, 'no way' and they kept saying, 'no shit...it's huge. It's like a fucking baby's arm, blah blah blah' and we assumed they were full of shit - or just giving you shit - like maybe it was actually tiny and you wanted them start some rumor - although that'd be one dumb fucking rumor 'cause then when people actually saw it, they'd be even more disappointed."

Aaron smirked - as much at Leo's delivery of that story, as at the actual contact. "I'm just bigger than they are." Aaron said, because to agree would have sounded douchey.

"Bullshit." Leo said. "I can tell right now just through your pants. You're a lucky fucker."

"I'm not sad about it." Aaron said turning his smirk into a full-on smile and sounding more confident now that it appeared Leo wasn't finding his arousal a personal affront.

"Just get it over with. Take it out." Leo said. Aaron sensed an air of anticipation from Leo - like he was actually curious.

That only made Aaron's cock harder. He unbuttoned his shirt, adding to the suspense of the situation. He unzipped his pants and let them drop to his ankles. He was wearing red bikini briefs, like a looser speedo, and his erection filled up the entire side panel that went across his hip. It looked like it was almost wrapped around to the side. Aaron pulled them down to his ankles as well. As he stood back up, his boner swung dramatically toward the center of his body and bounced around until he grabbed it to stabilize it in front of him. "Ahhh. That feels so much better." He gave it a couple of strokes and then pushed down on it with his thumb to scoop up the string of precum off the end and let it slap back up against his body. It moved as if it were heavy - rebounding in slow motion. After a couple of bounces, Aaron held it up against his torso where it extended up well past his navel.

"Holy. Shit!" Leo said. "They weren't fucking kidding."

"Thanks, Bro." Aaron said as though Leo had complimented him on his superior golf swing. "Haven't had any complaints yet." He added and then rolled his eyes at repeating that cliche out of nervousness.

"Really?" Leo said, responding to the actual content of that statement. "Like, can anybody even...like take all that? Like...you know, swallow you? Like down to the base? That's the best part - balls deep."

"Yeah, not that many. But when they can. Fuck, yeah. That's the best." Aaron said wistfully, picturing Jake who was still the most skilled at taking his entire cock down his throat. He gave his boner a couple more strokes.

"So, those bachelorettes were crazy." Aaron said. "It was hot watching them tease you."

"Fuck. That was embarrassing. It was hot as fuck though. I can't believe they all just fuckin' flashed their tits at me. Every single one of 'em had a hot pair on 'em, too!" He paused and closed his eyes and pumped his stiff cock a little faster. Aaron watched as Leo's balls bounced around in his loose sac. He hadn't jerked off today and was easily being brought to the edge. "And did you see that one chick - that just stuck her hand right down her pants. I could almost feel her wet fuckin' pussy watching it." Leo added and moaned, and he pumped even faster.

"I'm telling you, it's crazy here for this thing. They do it once a year. It's like Mardi Gras - at least what I've heard. I've never been. I wanna go. That's why it's cool you have that Mardi Gras mask. It's like it adds to everyone's decadence or something." Aaron was alternating looking at Leo's face as he spoke and staring at his junk as he stroked. Leo was mostly just concentrating on his own boner, so Aaron felt free to gawk. "I'm getting close."

"Me too."

"Wanna see who can shoot the furthest?" Aaron playfully suggested, as though they were just two junior high buddies learning to get off together.

"I busted one out this morning so I'm not at full strength." Leo said as though it was an actual competition. Ever the jock, Aaron thought to himself and smiled. "You?" Leo added as if assessing his chances of winning this contest. As he asked, he glanced across the four feet between them and finally really noticed Aaron's giant porn cock. "Jesus." He added under his breath. "Seriously, Dude. That's one big fucking dick."

"Uh, thanks." Aaron said, amused. "You got blessed with a good one too."

"Aww shucks, mister. I bet you say that to all the boys." Leo said laughing.

"I wish I could. They're not all pretty like yours." Aaron said. "Some of 'em are fucking ugly."

"Pretty?" Leo said laughing harder. "Never heard one described that way before."

"What? You've never described tits as pretty before?" Aaron asked.

"Actually no." Leo said after appearing to genuinely consider how he refers to good ones. "Nice tits, bangin' tits - although that's more for asses." He laughed again as he continued to stroke. "Big tits. Melons. Jugs. Cans. Huge tracts of land." He added laughingly referring to a Monty Python movie. "Perky tits."

"But aren't some just better-looking versions?" Aaron asked not having ever thought about it before.

"Ah - you mean 'perfect tits!' - that's what we call the best ones." Leo said. Aaron smirked at his distinction of 'we' to indicate all straight boys. "I've never heard anyone call some girl's tits, pretty before. Weird. They definitely are pretty though. They're God's best work of art."

"That's what we think about cocks." Aaron said as if this were a debate about which was better, Coke or Pepsi.

"Dude. Dicks are not pretty. Dicks are fuckin' ugly. I can't believe girls will stick 'em in their mouth." Leo said.

"Or boys." Aaron said.

"Yeah, no. That's gross. I'm sorry Bro. I just don't get it." Leo said without any irritation. It was as if he were talking about not liking mushrooms or anchovies on his pizza. He just didn't understand how anyone could.

"Well, don't knock it 'til you've tried it."

"No thank you, Bro." Leo said laughing again. "Seriously. What's good about it?"

"Dude, a cock head is so soft. It feels sooo good in your mouth. And precum? That shit tastes so good. You've tasted your own precum, right?"

"Yeah. It's not bad. Not gross anyway." Leo said and blushed and smiled. "Cum, though. Cum is gross. I've tried my own. I always think it would be hot to try tasting it but then the second it comes out, I'm over it. No interest at all. Is that how it is with you guys too?"

"Nope. That's probably the difference. We still like cum after we've cum. At least I do. It really depends on what you've eaten though."

"Yeah, I've heard pineapple is good. Is that true?" Leo asked, genuinely looking for advice for his next date.

"Yeah. It is. Any fruit really. Just stay away from meat - especially like pepperoni. Pizza's bad in general."

"Bummer. Who doesn't like pizza and sex together?" Leo said laughing.

"Just don't do it in that order." Aaron said, also laughing.

"Yeah, but it's you gotta do it more than once. Like sex, pizza, sex, more sex, pizza again."

"More sex." Aaron said and they both laughed. Neither of them could believe they were having so much fun jerking off and talking with someone of the opposite persuasion so to speak.

"Fuck. I just can't get over how fucking big you are." Leo said. He was still stroking as he stared at Aaron's boner.

"And I can't believe how pretty yours is." Aaron said and they both laughed again. "You wanna check it out? Feel it?" Aaron asked. "I'm not being weird. You just seem curious. I've had a lot of guys ask - even if they weren't into guys - just because they were curious. I don't mind." He added as though he was making a sacrifice to help out, and not because having this hot, straight jock grab his stiff cock wouldn't make his head spin with horniness.

"Um." Leo said. "Yeah, ok. I am a little curious."

Aaron stepped forward until his boner was right within reach between them. He thrust his hips forward and held his arms up out of the way. He smiled at Leo. "Go ahead. I'm cool with it."

"K." Leo said and he reached out and held his hand out flat, palm up. He guided it under Aaron's firm erection and then wrapped his hand around it. "Fuck. It's hot." Aaron smiled. "No. Like actually hot - like temperature hot. I've never noticed mine."

Aaron reached over then and gave a quick squeeze to Leo's boner. "Yup. Yours is hot too - both kinds." He smirked. Leo fortunately didn't take offense even though it made him jump. He just smiled and rolled his eyes. "You can stroke it if you want. It feels good. Always feels better when someone else does it." Aaron added in a low growl.

"Right?" Leo agreed as he held Aaron's fat boner more tightly and started stroking it up and down - gingerly at first, but then with a little more gusto.

"Oh, fuck, yeah." Aaron said. He leaned back against the wall and thrust his pelvis out to let Leo take over.

"Damn. It so huge. I can barely grip it all the way around." Leo said.

Aaron was breathing heavy. "Fuck, that feels soooo good, Bro. You're gonna make me cum. You better stop." He grabbed Leo's hand to stop the motion but also held his hand in place so he couldn't let go of his cock.

"You don't wanna cum?" Leo asked. "I thought we were in a hurry."

"Um. I guess. Yeah. Ok. Keep doing it." Aaron said and took his hand off Leo's wrist.

"Can I just stand behind you?" Leo asked. "I kinda wanna stroke it like it actually is my dick."

"Ok." Aaron said as calmly as he could even though the idea almost made him cum just hearing Leo say those words. "I'm not gonna last long."

"Good. I won't wanna do it for very long." Leo said, smirking, but he moved behind Aaron, so he was up against the wall and reached around to grab Aaron's rigid prick again, careful not to get too close to Aaron's body. Aaron was shirtless but his tuxedo jacket was covering his bare ass. Leo wasn't really close enough to grab Aaron's cock in the way one needed to - to really stroke it. Aaron instinctively just stepped back so that his back and ass were right up against Leo, pushing him against the wall.

"Whoa, Dude!" Leo said.

"Isn't that better for your grip? I could feel it was too far away." Aaron said as though he were doing Leo a favor.

"Ok. I guess." Leo said as he reached around again and grabbed Aaron's cock. He felt it up and down first as though he really was picturing it as his own. He ran his fingers through Aaron's prickly blonde pubes and then slid his hand down to feel what Aaron's balls felt like in his hand. He gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Oh, fuck. I love that." Aaron said. "You know what feels good. That's why guys are good at this."

Leo let go. The idea that he was good at it freaked him out a little, but this position also felt good. His own stiff cock was lodged between Aaron's smooth, bare ass cheeks, yet it was hidden from sight beneath the black jacket. Aaron was instinctively squeezing them together and it felt warm and tight around his erection. He was so horny. He wanted to feel that big boner again and fantasize that he had a massive porn star cock and was stroking off in front of the bachelorettes.

He grabbed Aaron's cock again and started pumping. The motion of his own thrusts against Aaron's ass and Aaron backing up against him with each downward stroke was a horny rhythm that they both felt could have gone on longer than it did.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah. Keep going. Don't stop. Don't...stop. Keep it.....UUuuuuuuggghhhh!!" Aaron moaned and grunted as he finally let his long-overdue nut spurt out across the room. His eyes had been fixated down at his groin, watching Leo's hand hold his cock. But he looked forward just as he felt the release of his first shot, wanting to see how far he'd launch. "Fuck, Yeah!" He added as he watched his first two ropes jet forward and smack against the opposite wall where Leo had been standing. His white, sticky semen slowly dripped down the black painted concrete block wall. Part of him wished Leo was still there to receive it. His next few volleys shot in a straight line across the floor.

"Damn. I'm not gonna beat that." Leo said, releasing Aaron's boner, but not before holding it down and letting it snap back up to hit Aaron's belly. Leo grabbed Aaron's balls one last time and gave them a gentle jostle. "Yup. They feel lighter." He added and they both started laughing. "This feels good, Bro. Kinda feels like pussy." He added thrusting his erection against Aaron's ass crack that was now wet with sweat and Leo's precum. Aaron knew better than to offer up his hole. He probably would have had he not just cum. He restrained himself.

"You can cum that way if you want." Aaron said. "I don't mind. It feels good. Just keep thrusting 'til you nut."

"Fuck. Ok. Just don't fucking tell anyone about this. Ever. I'm just gonna go for it. I need to fucking cum. I gotta get back out there." Leo said, giving in to the fact that Aaron's ass crack felt so much better than his hand would.

A few hours ago, this would never have happened. He would never have even considered it. He might have punched anyone who'd even suggested it was possible. This place was evil, he thought. It was evil and decadent...but so fucking horny. The place was horny - like the actually building was possessed and making people crazy. He better make a shit load of money tonight. Then he could forget all about it.

He closed his eyes and pictured the five sets of perfect tits and the one hot girl with her hand down her pants, fingering her hot, wet clit. He wanted his mouth on it. He wanted to smash his face against her bald pussy and stick his tongue up inside her - and then plunge his hard cock into her. He was so hard, it hurt. He felt her pussy. It was tight and slippery and was actually Aaron's smooth little, short spider man ass crack.

Aaron was also fantasizing. His balls had just spilled their seed. He could see the long white stream in a perfect line on the floor in front of him. His cock began to grow again even though it should have been spent - at least for a while. It was plump and floppy and swinging between his legs and getting bigger as Leo held onto his hips and pounded against him. Leo was hammering him so hard. He wanted that pretty cock inside him.

Leo grunted and moaned and within about two minutes, he was squirting his cum load up Aaron's slippery crack underneath his black jacket. "Jesus, fuck!" He finally said as he opened his eyes and gently pushed Aaron away from him. He fell against the back wall. He was grateful that he could still not really see Aaron's ass or the spray of jizz he left on his back.

He was suddenly consumed with guilt and shame. Aaron turned around and recognized that look on his face. He'd seen it many times. He knew what to do.

"Dude, don't freak out. We just jerked off. It happens all the time. We needed to take the edge off. You couldn't go back out there in the state you were in. Those girls pushed your buttons, Bro."

"That wasn't just jerking off." Leo said, his voice full of stress. He should be feeling relief and instead was feeling anxiety.

"Dude. It wasn't like I sucked you off. You were like a dog humping my leg. Chill. You should be feeling better now, not all freaked out. Don't you feel better? Like better for getting back into the cage for a while?" Aaron asked.

"Uh." Leo started and then actually thought about it for a second. "Yeah, ok. I do feel better. I was fucking pent up - you know what I mean?"

"Totally, Bro." Aaron responded. "I was worse, Bro. I told you that was my first one today. And I go for it at least once a day."

"Same." Leo blurted out.

"And here? This place is a lot worse for me than you." Aaron said. Leo appreciated the distinction and laughed a little and nodded. "You good to go back out there."

"Yeah. I gotta take a piss now though." Leo said and stepped over to the toilet and pulled down the front of this briefs. His dick was still full and plump and needed some help aiming down at the bowl. He had to stick his ass out to get the angle to work. He pushed the top of his semi-rigid dick down with his thumb.

"Me too." Aaron said and stepped over to the side of the bowl and started pissing next to Leo who was unfazed by suddenly sharing. "Funny how you always gotta take a leak after you dump a load."

"Gotta wiz after you jizz, Bro." Leo said, and they both smiled at each other as their streams crossed. "Fuck. You're still fucking big as shit, Dude. I'm so fucking jealous."

"Don't be." Aaron said. "Like I said, yours is-"

"Pretty. I know." Leo said. "I don't know how many girls would agree, but it does make me feel a little cockier knowing how it compares in your world."

"Do you need to feel cockier?" Aaron asked laughing as he shook off his floppy pecker.

"We all need to feel good about our junk, Bro." Leo added, also milking the last drops out before letting his waistband snap back into place.

"Look at that; no piss spot on the front this time." Aaron said. "Things are looking up."

Leo laughed. "Stop looking at my junk, Dude."

Aaron smiled and rolled his eyes. "I'll do my best." Just as he had tucked his plump porn dong back into his skimpy briefs and was zipping up his fly, the employee bathroom door flung open and Jordan walked in.

"There you are? I've been all over. It's been twenty-five minutes. The cage is empty. You gotta get your ass back up there. What's up A-man?" Jordan said grabbing Leo by the arm when he reached him. Jordan was too focused to notice the smell and the puddle of jizz he'd just walked through on the floor and Leo's respectably plump bulge after just dumping his load. The room always smelled a little like jizz. He quickly turned and started walking out.

"Sorry, Jordy. He was getting accosted in the Men's room. Nobody told him about this bathroom. I barely got him out with his briefs still on." Aaron said trying to help justify Leo's tardiness.

"Oh, shit! Sorry, babe." Jordan said to Leo who was too nervous to acknowledge being addressed as 'babe' by another guy. "I'll bring you back here next break. Now get your fine ass back up in the cage. You're missing out on cash down here." He pushed Leo out the door and into the crowd to fend for himself to get back to his perch.

Then Jordan turned around and walked back toward Aaron. "Did that hot college jock boy get you all hot and bothered, A-man? Looks like you need someone to take care of that problem."

"I'm good." Aaron said dismissively. He wasn't about to hook up with a slutty Go-Go boy, especially after just getting off. "I'll make sure he gets to the cage without being gang-banged by drunk boys in tuxedos."

"I'd pay to watch that." Jordan quipped.

Aaron just shook his head and followed Leo out into the crowd.

Part Three: Friends in Low Places

"You were gone a long time. You ok? Something going on?" Brett said to Aaron when he finally made it back to the bar stool next to him. The place was packed now and there were only a dozen bar stools at Brandon's side bar. It had been quite an effort to ensure no one commandeered it in Aaron's absence.

"So sorry, Brett. Had to help out a friend. Thanks for holding down the fort." Aaron said contritely. "What'd I miss?"

"Just a lot of bloody arseholes who wanted your stool." Brett said.

"I owe you one." Aaron said.

"How you gonna pay me back?" Brett asked. Aaron gave him a quizzical look, unable to ascertain if Brett had a hint of flirtatiousness in his eye or was just giving him shit.

"How do you want me to pay you back?" Aaron responded. Brett just smiled and shrugged. Aaron was confused. Brett had just protested even his own admission of hooking up with a guy and now seemed to be more than warming up to idea of it happening again. Maybe he'd had too many beers. Maybe Leo was right; maybe this place made people do crazy things tonight. Or maybe, Brett was just getting desensitized watching half-naked, sweaty, anonymous horndogs groping each other and making out on the dance floor in front of him. Aaron wondered if he was hard.

"How 'bout I just save your seat when it's your turn to take a leak." Aaron said.

"AARON!" Will slung his arm over Aaron's shoulder from behind his bar stool. leaned against his back and yelled in his ear. Will slid his hand inside Aaron's black tux jacket and played with his bare nipple. Aaron twisted away and giggled at being tickled. "WE MISSED YOU, BUDDY!!" Will added and kissed Aaron on the mouth. Brett looked shocked.

"YOU'RE DRUNK!" Aaron yelled, spinning around on his stool and laughing. "WHERE'S MATT?"

"HE'S IN THE BATHROOM. HE MIGHT BE BLOWING SOMEONE. I'M NOT REALLY SURE." Will responded and took a big gulp of beer. Then he leaned into Aaron's ear. "We decided we could not blow each other but we want to - you know? We want to so bad. We can't be trusted together. We have to wait...until later when it will be more fun." Will added, in a way that was much more manic than his typical demeanor. Aaron had never seen him like this.

"I'M GONNA GET YOU A WATER." Aaron said and spun around on his barstool and waved to Teddy.

"WHO'S YOUR HOT FRIEND?" Will yelled staring at Brett. Aaron spun back around. Brett was already facing the crowd away from the bar.

"THIS IS BRETT. BRETT, THIS IS WILL." Aaron leaned in and yelled.

"NICE TO MEET YOU BRETT." Will said extending his hand. Brett nodded and shook it and looked Will up and down, admiring his body in the red leather jockstrap and matching harness.

"NICE COSTUME." Brett said loudly, smirking. "Did you just happen to have that lying around the house?"

"We actually went to a sex shop yesterday and bought these." Will leaned in closely to both of them and yelled and then blushed. "Never been to one before."

"Cool." Brett yelled over the blare of the music. Aaron just smirked.

Will lost his balance slightly and had to put his hand on Aaron's bare chest again to steady himself. "Yours is cool too!" He added directing his comment to Brett. He kept his hand on Aaron's chest and rubbed between his pecs.

"Uh. Thanks." Brett said, leaning in to Will's ear.

"You're very handsome." Will said. Aaron rolled his eyes. "Is it true what they say about wearing a kilt?" He paused. "Are you...you know...like...commando underneath?"

Brett laughed out of shock. He looked stunned. It had been funny when Aaron had asked him. He and Aaron are friends; this guy was a complete stranger although Aaron apparently knew him.

"Maybe?" Brett said, unsure of the best way to respond. He'd gotten an instant erection though from the combination of being so close to Will's hot, sweaty, nearly naked, body, his hot breath on his neck as Will leaned in to yell in his ear, and being questioned about the existence of his underwear. It may have also been the fact that Will's leather-clad pouch was resting against Brett's exposed knee.

Brett was sitting on his bar stool with his legs spread and the heels of his shoes lodged against the footrest. His kilt draped between his knees but was bunched up at his crotch so that the fabric hid his boner. He could feel Will's ball sack gently rubbing against him. He glanced down. He wanted to reach out and cup the red bulge in his hand. Last night was the first time he ever held a firm ball bag in his hand, and he was suddenly anxious to feel up this hot older guy. There was something about his mouth that seemed familiar. Even his voice was giving him a dejavu.

Brett slid his right hand down to his knee and scratched it. He left his hand there. Will leaned forward again. He looked down as if trying to assess what was under the kilt. "Maybe?" Will leaned in to playfully tease Scottish Thor. His stubble brushed against Brett's face and the taboo manliness sent an additional surge of blood between his legs. As Will leaned in, Brett felt the fat, red pouch push against his fingers. He was essentially feeling Will's balls. Precum oozed from his piss slit. He felt light-headed with horniness.

"Maybe you should check." Brett heard himself say. He froze, freaking out that his thoughts had verbally escaped. Part of him was exhilarated. He had flirted - with a guy - a very hot, nearly naked guy who seemed old enough to be his dad, or at least his uncle. That made him think of his uncle. his father's brother was as few years younger and as masculine as they come. He backpacked through the outback with a buddy and had all sorts of stories about fending off wild animals and snakes. Brett had been drawn to his manliness at an early age. He pictured his muscles and beefy build. He wanted to stroke his own cock now.

He was distracted from his daydream by the movement of his kilt and the sudden chill of air on his naked nut sack as Will reached between his legs and slid his palm along the inside of his right thigh, tickling the tiny blonde hairs and making him shudder and smile. Will took that smile as encouragement and moved even closer, so he was straddling Brett's knee and full-on resting his bulge on Brett's kneecap.

"Holy shit!" Will said as his reached Brett's stiff cock. Two college-age boys to Will's right watched Will's arm go between Brett's legs, under the pleated fabric. They whooped and hollered. They patted Will on the back and offered up high fives. The noise got the attention of Brandon behind the bar who looked over and laughed when he saw the commotion involved Will.

Will already had his hand wrapped around Brett's boner when the attention started to freak Brett out and he put his palm against Will's naked chest to push him and his hand away. His hand felt good against the hard pec though. Brett felt the stubble of Will's shaved chest.

"So was he regulation?" The guy closest to Will yelled to him. Will looked confused. "Was he naked under there?" The guy rephrased. Will smiled big and nodded to more hollers. The two guys offered fist bumps to Brett, who reluctantly played along. It lessened his anxiety though. He was starting to get the idea that this type of behavior was either par for the course here, or at least was for this party. He looked at everyone around him in their masks and suddenly remembered he was also wearing one and the anonymity relaxed him even more. This was an opportunity he realized might not come around again. His boner was not subsiding and it was keeping his inhibitions at bay.

There was something about that mouth. He stared at Will again and then looked at Aaron. As soon as Aaron made eye contact, Brett smiled big at him and then turned to Will, reached out and grabbed the metal ring at the center of his red leather harness, and pulled him in for a kiss. It was a full-lipped kiss, but Brett kept his mouth closed and it only lasted a second. Then he pushed Will back to where he'd been.

Will looked shocked but then smiled and reached his hand back behind Brett's neck and pulled him to his face. When their mouths met, Will turned his head and pushed his tongue inside Brett's mouth.

Brett moaned and put his hand on Will's waist and gently pulled him in closer. Brett was shocked at how much kissing just felt like kissing. He thought kissing a guy would be different, taste different, feel different - like rougher or dryer. He wasn't sure what he'd expected. It was soft and smooth and wet, just like kissing a girl. It helped that Will is a very good kisser. Brett's cock surged again and was rock hard beneath the kilt, standing straight up. He felt his juice drool down the underside in the open space under his costume. He thought about how awesome it felt to feel so free - to not be hard inside the tight confinement of a pair of jeans like every other time he'd been aroused in a public place. And no one knew. Except for Will.

As they made out, Will reached under the kilt again and slid his palm under Brett's balls. His sack was tight with horniness. Will fondled and tugged and smiled as he kissed when he felt a wet strand of precum land on the inside of his wrist.

He pulled away and pulled his arm out from between Brett's legs. Brett looked disappointed until he watched Will lick the juice from his wrist and put his hand behind Brett's neck again and pulled him in for more. Brett moaned and instinctively spread his legs further apart and scooted to the edge of his barstool. It wasn't like kissing a girl. It was hotter, more aggressive, more animalistic. There was no emotion, just lust - just satisfying a hunger, but it came with the pleasure of knowing it was satisfying their hunger too.

Will pulled back again. He leaned in to kiss Aaron. Brett felt immediately jealous which turned into anxiety again. The two guys next to Will were also making out. The closer one leaned over and kissed Brett. He tasted even more like beer than Will did. Brett's anxiety left again. This place was crazy. Will was staring at him. He pretended to drop something and made a surprised face. He was a hammy actor, especially when drunk. He bent down as if to retrieve his lost item and as he came back up, he ducked his head under the fabric of Brett's kilt.

Brett stared down in shock. He watched as the head-shaped bulge moved beneath his kilt. Then Will's mouth reached his stiff cock. "Oh, Fuck!" Brett yelled. Fortunately, the music mostly drowned that out. Aaron heard it, but he'd already witnessed Will's move. He also sat frozen and stunned. Shit like this happened here but it was always confined to the restroom and the adjacent "lounge".

Will swallowed Brett's cock to the base. He had developed skills that rivaled his son's, and he was buzzed and relaxed. Brett's cock slid down easily, and Will lapped at the wrinkled skin on his tight ball sack. Brett's eyes rolled back in his head, and he instinctively put his hands on top of the round globe between his legs that was Will's head underneath his kilt.

"I think that's enough. I'm having Brandon cut you off." Aaron said tapping at Will's head beneath the kilt. It had no effect on the task being undertaken. "You're gonna get us kicked out!" A handful of guys had gathered around Brett, some enjoying the scene and some annoyed that it was blocking access to the bar.

"What the fuck is this?" Matt said.

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