“I’m sorry, sir,” Liam said. “It’s just a bit of a ritual. See… we’re all on the baseball team and we’re graduating soon. This is just a dare our friend has to complete.”
“He can’t be naked in here.”
“He’s not naked, though. He’s wearing a towel.”
The older man looked me over. He stopped for a moment and shook his head as he pretended that he hadn’t seen my boner. His hard eyes made me wish I could disappear.
“Look… I remember what it was like to be your age. I was on the wrestling team myself. I know that boys will be boys…”
The guy, who I assumed was some type of manager, shrugged his shoulders. His mood seemed to lighten a little bit. I wondered if he was recalling some formative hijinks from his youth.
“Just don’t cause a scene,” he said as he walked away. “Oh, and go sit down. We can’t have him posing in the doorway like some kind of naked statue.”
What? What the…? I only then realized that I’d been biting my tongue, praying that he’d kick us out of the restaurant. He had been my only hope of leaving with any dignity left intact.
My supposed friends shuffled me into the nearest booth. Travis and Colt sat on one side, while Liam and I were on the other. I’d thought to position myself next to the wall, but Liam had swooped in right as I’d been about to sit down. I was certain he’d done it because he wanted me to not be able to hide behind him.
The next ten minutes were more of the same mental haze I’d been in since leaving the house. I just peered down at the menu, which was beneath a thick, plastic barrier that protected the table. My whole body was vibrating from a combination of exhaustion and exhilaration. My eyes wanted to shut, but it seemed like every time they got close, the sound of a fork hitting a plate or someone laughing would yank them back open.
The older woman who’d been at the register came and took our orders. She ignored me, and the other guys didn’t even think to point out that she’d forgotten to ask me if I wanted anything. The murmurs from the baseball guys kept making their way to our table. Some were calling me a fag, others just thought it was funny that my friends had gotten me “good,” and a few mentioned how I’d never live it down.
The only positive thing I could hold onto was that my cock finally went down after about five minutes. I had noticed a steep drop-off in how much of the conversation was focused on our table after I was no longer sporting a lightning rod between my legs.
“Hey, guys,” Travis said. “We didn’t order anything for our little streaker here.”
“I think he’s probably full,” Colt chuckled as he leaned over the table and patted me on the belly.
I flinched more than I think he expected me to. He just shook his head like he couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t want to be touched.
“No worries,” Liam said. “I brought Augie’s meal with me.”
Liam reached next to his thigh – near the space on the cushion by the wall. He picked up the silver thermos from earlier and set it on the table in front of me. I looked at the container, then at him. His large, shit-eating grin was plastered on his face again.
No. No. No. No. No.
“Is that…?” Travis asked.
“You know it is,” Colt said, amused by Travis’ naivete.
“Come on,” Liam said, while unscrewing the lid. “Time to drink up.”