“I climaxed just as you dropped your towel and showed us your hole.” Matt paused, waiting for William to connect the dots. The hook was baited, dangling in the water.
“And you brought me here to pick up where your dream left off?” William asked. “Lied to lure me here?”
Madd nodded. He lowered the waistband of his jock to reveal his full erection. “We have unfinished business, you and I.”
William blinked in surprise. His long lashes fanned the air. “Sadly, dahling, I have an objection to finishing our business at the present time.”
Matt returned the jock’s waistband to its normal position but freed his cock from the constraining pouch.
“What’s your objection?” he asked, even though he knew what the answer would be. His cock stood proudly, leaning William’s direction, as if also eager to hear his answer.
“You and I cannot have another hookup until after you’ve hooked up at least once with each of the other members,” William said. “Remember that? The Handshake Rule?”
William sighed, stood slowly. “As far as hooking up tonight goes, I’d say it is ‘Game. Set. Match.’ The Handshake Rule wins this round.”
Matt had expected this. Not just expected it but planned his rebuttal.
“Not so fast, sister,” Matt grinned. He motioned for William to sit back down.
William resumed his perch reluctantly. He was not accustomed to taking orders.
“Let’s play a little game, shall we?” Matt said. He did not wait for William’s assent. “It’s calledHandshake Rule-ette.”
Chapter 18: Handshake Rule-ette
Monday, September 4, 1995
I’m going to ask you four questions,” Matt said to William. “You’ll answer whether each one constitutes a handshake or not. If you answer ‘handshake’ even once, you win. If none of the situations involve a handshake, I win.”
William eyed Matt’s cock skeptically. “And what happens if you win?” he asked.
“First, we’ll pick up where my wet dream ended—without violating The Handshake Rule.” Matt left the words hanging in the air while he gave his cock a slow stroke, squeezed out a drop of pre-cum. He lazily stretched the drop into a silky thread that extended a couple inches from his slit before it broke.
“Don’t hold out on your Godmother, dahling. What else happens if you win?”
The ceiling fan above them creaked as it whirred, stirring the locker room’s warm, mildewy air.
“Fine,” Matt said, “you’ll also let Paul Olson interview for membership in the GM.”
William laughed dismissively. “Nice try with the pre-cum. It would take more than a spoonful of that sugar for me to swallow the medicine of Paul in the GM. He’s a total loner. No friends. Hygiene and grooming issues. Frankly, he seems like a head case.”
“Paul’s an odd duck,” Matt said. “I’ll give you that. His idea of sports is playing chess. He tells me he has one friend who comes to his room to play chess, so not total loner.”
Matt did not rebut the hygiene and grooming issues. They were minor but real enough. He had a plan for that.
William held up a hand. “Paul’s GM sponsor is Harley. Not you. How exactly did you come to know this kid so well?”
Matt squared his shoulders, ready for the coming rebuke. “I’ve hung out in the library with him several times in the last couple of wee—”
“WHAT?” William interrupted. “Don’t even pretend that you didn’t know that was against GM rules, Matthew!”
“People think he’s tutoring me,” Matt said. “My point is that I know Paul pretty well now. And, yeah, he’s extremely introverted. Socially awkward. The most literal thinker I’ve ever known. This is a guy who doesn’t round up or down. It is either ‘39’ or ‘41’—not ‘around 40.’ Never ‘around’ anything, trust me. And if there’s any question about it, he’ll stop and count—or measure. If I’d been telling him about Caleb’sKrakentonight, he would not have accepted that its girth is more kielbasa than hot dog. He’d want to know to the quarter inch. He plans to be a computer programmer. I’m guessing precision is a good thing where that is concerned.”
William crossed his arms. “You just agreed with me that the kid is WEIRD. We can’t risk it. And you’re not off the hook for the rules violation.”
Matt’s dick drooped. “There are things you don’t know about Paul,” he said.
“Such as?”
