The door bell rang. Horst opened the door. His parents were at work.
It was Monday morning, and a school holdiay. Horst and Carter were
alone trying to figure out what to do about Vinnie and Ryan. Horst was
surprised to see Dylan Standish on his doorstep.
"Hello, Horst, I just came from Carter's house. His ma said that he
was over here. Your folks home?"
"Yeah, he's here. Carter! Uh, no they're not here right now. What's
this about?" Horst asked.
Dylan hit Horst in the jaw and then pummeled Horst's in the stomach.
He lay doubled over in pain on the floor. Dylan stepped over Horst's
prone body, and Jerome entered the house closing the door behind him.
Carter came noisily down the stairs. Dylan stood next to the landing
with his back to the wall. Carter saw Jerome stooping over his buddy
Horst.
"Hey!" he shouted.
Dylan's extended arm connected with Carter's throat sending him
sprawling backwards into the staircase. In a matter of minutes, Carter
and Horst found themselves stripped down to their underwear and tied
and duct taped back to back to Horst's kitchen chairs.
"Mft!"
"Aw, you boys are angry? Imagine how I feel. You were the last two
guys with my bro Ryan when he vanished on Friday. Did you know that?"
Dylan said adjusting his crotch bulge.
He reached over and ripped the tape off Carter's mouth.
"Yeow!" yelped Carter, "It wasn't us. It was Vinnie!" he shouted.
"Vinnie who? What happened?"
"Uh, you won't believe me," Carter said staring down at the floor, "I
don't even believe it - I mean I wouldn't if I hadn't seen it. Uh, you
can ask Horst, he was there too."
Carter licked his lips trying to figure out how to explain how a 6
foot 200lb stud turned into a 3 ounce jockstrap.
"Well, I guess I can untape Horst's mouth to hear your story," Dylan
said planting his knee on the Carter's crotch and pushing his own
crotch into Carter's face. His abs pushed down on Carter's hair, as he
reached over to hook his hand to rip the tape off Horst's mouth.
Jerome stood nearby grinning as it was Horst's turn to yelp.
Horst said, "Untie us, Dylan. We'll tell you what you want to know,
but first tell me why you want to know it? It's not like you and Ryan
were buddies!"
"Oh, we're better than buds, we're bros. And thanks to Vinnie Cost,
I've never been closer to Ryan," Dylan said rocking back and forth
grinding his tented shorts into Carter's face.
"Dude, get your crotch out of my face," sputtered Carter.
Dylan got off Carter and laughed, "Haha, from the tent in your shorts,
you must like having guys' crotches shoved in your face, Carter, I
wonder if Horst will have the same reaction."
"You are not sticking your crotch in my face!" shouted Horst.
"Oh, but you and Ryan were such good buds that you wanted to wear him,
right?"
"Wait! You know what happened. I never told you Vinnie's last name!"
shouted Carter.
Dylan laughed, and unzipped his cargo shorts. Ryan's tiny head popped
out on top of Dylan's hard cock.
Horst's mouth opened wide, and his shorts tented. He shouted, "You're
wearing Ryan!"
"What?" Carter said trying to turn his head to see, "You're kidding!"