"Come sit here next to me," Dirk said patting the wooden bench next to him.
Keith walked over and sat about two feet from Dirk.
Dirk extended his long arm out and pulled Keith up against his hot sweaty torso, and draped his arm across
Keith's shoulders pinning him to Dirk's side. Then, Dirk whipped off Keith's towel, and their thighs slapped
together, and suddenly Keith found himself sitting on Dirk's thigh with his feet dangling off the ground. His
legs split and his butt cheeks spread as he sat on Dirk's massive thigh. He dropped whatever he had concealed
in his hand when he tried to grab the towel back. Now Dirk held him tight against his muscled body. Keith
felt like a child on the muscled giant's lap. Worst of all, Dirk's floppy dick was now standing upright
against Keith's ribs.
"That's a good boy, Keith," Dirk said bouncing Keith on his knee.
"Uh, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" Keith gasped.
"Making sure you don't try to do to me what it was you did to Chad," Dirk said.
Keith broke into a cold sweat in spite of the sauna's heat.
"Now mind you, I'm totally on board with Chad being a pink urinal cake," Dirk said, "I just want to make sure
that we're of one mind when it comes to who ends up as urinal cakes or cock rings or jockstraps or whatever
other things your twisted mind can imagine."
"Cock rings? I hadn't conside-uh, what are you talking about you cannot turn people into urinal cakes!"
protested Keith.
"Tch, well maybe I can't, but you can, Keith," Dirk shifted Keith so that one butt cheek was on each of Dirk's
massive thighs and the baseball bat size woody was pressed against Keith's back. Okay maybe it wasn't
baseball bat sized, but that was how Keith thought of it at that moment. "And you don't want to lie to me,
Keith."
Keith swallowed hard as the knees bounced him up and down against Dirk's boner. Damn, Dirk was using his back
as a masturbatory aid.
"Okay, how did you find out! I turned Chad into a urinal cake and put him in the trough!" Keith blurted out
his confession.
"You only need to know that I know. Now tell me was Chad the only one or do you have others planned for
urinal cake duty? Or anything else? Tell, Daddy Dirk everything," ordered Dirk now grasping Keith in firm
bear hug.
"Dude, you do have to hold me so tight?"
"Call me Dirk, Keith, and if you aren't more cooperative, I may just have to get a lot closer. You don't have
a girlfriend do you?"
"N-o-o-o?" he answered uncertainly.
"Do you want to be one?"
"NO!"
"Just checking, Keith. I'm a flexible sort of guy. You scratch my back, and I'll scratch yours."
"Uh, that's not a back scratcher!"
"Huh, huh, well, if you want me to put it somewhere else?"
"No, it's fine where it is. Now what is you want?"
"Have you done anyone else besides Chad?"
"No, none of the other jocks."
"Not just this school, and not just jocks, but anyone anywhere?"
"Well, yeah at summer camp," Keith confessed.
"Cool. Now what were you planning to do with Chad? Let him totally get pissed away or change him back?"
"Uh, well, I hadn't decided. I thought I might see how he was in week or so, and if he learned his lesson let
him go, if not change him back and let him go down the drain."
"Cruel, but honest. Good answer." He decreased the rhythm and magnitude of his knee bounces.
"Ah, now let's try some more honesty, who is on your short list for uh, inanimation?" Dirk asked. He saw his
prisoner's mouth gape and laughed, "Didn't know I had that big a vocabulary. There's more than a dumb jock to
me."
"Uh, well, Clark and Patterson were definitely on the short list. Clark would be a Speedo for my swim team
tryouts, and Patterson, uh, well, I kinda like your cock ring idea."
"Any plans for me?"
"No, sir, Dirk, sir!"
"Good answer. Now do you have any diseases? VD? Chlamydia?"
"No! I'm clean! Now let me g-"
Dirk twisted Keith around like a rag doll or small child. He pulled him tight, and kissed Keith. Keith popped
a boner, and their boners were pressed between their two sweaty naked bodies."
"Yeah, definitely girlfriend material, dicks don't lie, but I'll take it slow, Keith."
Keith opened his mouth to say something, but Dirk's tongue was down his throat and their lips locked.