"Hey, guys, you know the coach will bench you if we're not back by
curfew," Willie warned.
"It's not that late, we can get another drink," said Dick holding his
wrist up and steadying it with his other hand, "Shit! It's that late!
We better book it back to the hotel. Hey, Willie, why didn't you tell
us it was this late?"
"I did, you guys just weren't listening," Willie answered with a sigh.
A few minutes later they drove out of the parking lot, Dick started
snoring, and Bob and Garth started sorting through the ointments.
"Heh, heh, Dick's three-sheets-to-the-wind, let's cover him in
ointment," Garth said, "Tiger Bomb for his face and butt. This Snake
Oil for his hairy chest - it claims to remove unsightly hair."
"Then we should also use it on his arms, legs and crotch, and maybe
your hairy ass, Garth," Bob said.
Garth was silent, "Heh, heh, this Dream Lover Ointment's instructions
are hilarious. They say to put something physically personal of your
dreamlover's body into the ointment overnight and then to apply it all
over your body after 8 hours. It looks and smells like jizz!"
"Hey, I got that Lily boy's card when we left the bar, he said he
makes hotel calls. Think it'd work on Dickie? Wonder whether Lily
boy's into girls or guys or she-males? What do you think Dick would
look like with double D cups?"
"He'd look damn ugly. But why don't we just jack off into the
ointment and keep Dickie boy as our own private pussy," Willie said
not believing he had spoken out loud.
There was laughter and then awkward silence. They pulled into the
hotel parking lot. The jars were stowed, and the guys headed up to
their room. Bob and Garth on either side of Dick's slumped body helped
him stagger up the stairs, and Willie brought the bag of ointments
after them. They stripped Dick down to his lucky jockstrap and laid
him on one of the two queen-size beds. Then Bob and Garth emptied the
bag stacking the ointments in a row across the dresser top.
"Now which one should we start with?" Bob asked, "Maybe the willie
wax?"
"I'm not waxing his Willie," said Garth.
"Well, that leaves you, Willie, wanna wax Dick's dick?"
"No. Want don't we all just go to bed. It's late."
"We made curfew, besides I need to take a dump," said Garth.
Bob said, "I need a shower, and you need one two, Garth if you're
going to sleep in the same bed with me."
"Oh, no, I'm not sharing a bed with Dick," Willie said looking at Dick
who was still sound asleep but had moved his right hand over his
jockstrap pouch and was massaging it rapidly as his pouch grew larger.
"Hey, we called dibs. Besides, he'll be out for hours. If you want
to hose him off, you can do so when we're done," Garth said as the two
jocks stripped naked and disappeared into the hotel bathroom. Soon
water was running.
Willie looked at Dick on the bed he was going to share and put his
head in his hands. He remembered the last road trip, Bob and Dick had
shared a bed, and Bob had awakened screaming as Dick was humping him
in his sleep. Maybe he'd tie Dick up, or maybe the answer was in one
of those ointments on the counter. Willie remembered something about
saltpeter and hoped at least one of the jars contained it.
Bob emerged from the bathroom dripping wet, he came out with his dick
flopping and spraying water everywhere. He rifled through his bag and
grabbed a bottle of shampoo, some other stuff, and then he grabbed one
of the 13 jars off the dresser.