Camping with Joey

CAMPING WITH JOEY - PART ONE - CHAPTER ONE revision 1.1.0 (Teen/Teen, mast, auth, cum denial, humiliation, camping)

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AUTHORS NOTE: I know that I don't post very often and wanted to apologize for my slow output and to thank everyone who has taken the time to let me know how much pleasure my stories have provided. For those who remember, the story "Brian's Visit" was left unfinished for over a year. Fortunately, "Fresh Out of Training" was posted as a single, long file. Many of you would have preferred that I finish "Teaching Daniel" prior to starting something new and I wanted to let you know that I have begun to re-read that story so that I can pick up where I left off. Hopefully, I will have the sixth and final chapter of that tale ready sometime after the New Year. Writing is hard work! Brainstorming, getting the story typed into the computer, and proofreading (multiple times) takes an inordinate amount of time - especially while going to grad school. Please let me know if these characters are stimulating enough to continue. As always, I love your emails and comments, as well as your suggestions.

The submissive character in this story is also named "Ricky" since that is my name and typing the story with my own name makes it more interesting to me. If you would like to use your word-processor's "find and replace" function, feel free to replace my name with any other that you'd like to use - including your own. Just be sure not to repost like that (which you shouldn't be doing without asking me first anyway). Enjoy!!!

Chapter One - Fall of a Friendship

The hierarchy of dominance is a curious social construct. It is found to some degree or another whenever living things interact in a group setting. In the majority of cases, the signs of dominance are subtle - one individual comes to be seen as the "leader" while others fall in line naturally, down to the ones who by their very nature are better suited to follow instructions rather than issue them. This phenomenon can be observed in work and school groups, families and friendships. Occasionally, however, this hierarchy becomes more pronounced - such as is found in the relationship between bullies and their victims. Most fascinating are the instances where dramatic changes in the dominance order occur - when one person assumes a higher position in the chain through opportunity or exploitation and a sudden shift in the group dynamic takes place. Such is the case in this story. My once secure position among my friends evaporated in a single night - after camping with Joey.

Up until that evening, my school career had been unremarkable. Despite the fact that I attended a private school my parents were far from wealthy. In fact, my family would never have managed the costly tuition payments were it not for a generous foundation and my academic merit. My only really close friend was Joey, a dark-haired, athletic, generally nice guy from a well to do family. His father was a successful general practitioner and his mother had recently made partner at her law firm. They were grooming Joey to follow in his father's footsteps, encouraging him strongly to enter the medical profession. We were both on the soccer team, but I had never demonstrated aptitude for the other school sports (basketball and baseball) even though Joey had encouraged me to try out every year since ninth grade. He had two additional buddies that played on the other teams and were also in our class. I found little in common with Eric and Scott but that didn't stop us from hanging out much of the time and I did consider them to be my friends. I was the youngest of the group; having just turned eighteen a few weeks ago while the other three had reached that milestone over the past winter. Joey was by far the most outgoing of our clique and was usually the one who determined our activities. His leadership was natural, effortless, and charismatic. As a result, he had grown accustomed to getting his way most of the time. People just seemed to fall in line behind him when he wanted to do something.

During the spring of my senior year, my class was scheduled to take a trip to London. Even though my tuition was covered by scholarships, an expense as extravagant as a trip overseas was not. Knowing that my parents could not afford the costs, I decided not to even bring it up. Joey decided that he didn't want to go if I couldn't and it was his idea to ask my Dad if we could take our camper to the beach while the rest of the class was away. It was one of those contraptions that looked like a large metal box when closed but folded out on either side to produce small, suspended platforms that serve as beds. There was also a small dining table that could be lowered and attached to the bench seats. With some cushion rearranging this served as an additional sleeping area. He knew that my parents would feel guilty that I was missing my class trip but that they would be relieved to be off the hook for the money. After all, we would only need cash for gas and campground rental for a few nights. We would tow the camper behind Joey's truck, rent a spot on the grounds to hook up electricity and water, then spend the days at the beach. If I had been the one to ask, my dad would probably have said no, but since I let Joey do the talking he readily agreed and even wrote a check to cover the costs. Joey's older brother hooked us up with several bottles of Jack Daniels and two cases of beer. As the trip grew closer I found my excitement increasing at the prospect of spending five days and nights alone with Joey. I was like a kid waiting for Christmas.

The Friday of our departure finally arrived and Joey pulled into the driveway in his well cared for new truck (it was without a doubt his most prized possession). The flawless red paint of the vehicle shone brightly in the afternoon sun while the over-the-cab running lights stared at me like a row of artificial eyes. My dad helped him hook up the electrical cables so that the signals and brake lights would work - making sure that Joey knew how to duplicate the work for the trip home. Dad then made Joey drive around the block a few times until he was satisfied with his prowess at towing the camper. When all was complete, I said goodbye to my parents, tossed my backpack into the cab, and jumped in with Joey. He gave me a knowing grin and slowly backed out of the driveway. At last we were on our way...

"Hey, Ricky..." he said after a few miles, his shoulder-length, jet-black hair whipping around his face from the wind coming through his open window, "...Eric and Scott decided not to go to London either. They have party plans for the next couple of nights but I told them where we're staying and they might come down on Sunday to join us. I brought my cell and Eric said he would call first if they decide to come down..."

"Sounds great!" I lied. "Should be fun..."

Truth be told, I'd been looking forward to hanging with Joey alone until Wednesday afternoon when we were scheduled to return. Though both Eric and Scott were good guys and I enjoyed their company, I was a bit annoyed that I would have to share Joey with them. It didn't occur to me that such feelings might be considered unusual.

"This is gonna be an awesome trip!" he went on. "We've got plenty to drink and my cousin scored us some weed. I even brought my laptop..."

"Why did you bring your laptop?"

"Didn't you read the campsite brochure? These places have wireless Internet connections now. Besides, it plays DVDs and I borrowed a few special ones from the back of my dad's closet", he replied, flashing me a mischievous grin to indicate just what kind of movies he was talking about.

For the next several hours we joked, laughed, and casually chatted as we drove towards our destination. We were both excited and in elevated moods, the new found independence lifting our spirits more than I would have imagined. When we finally pulled into the campground, I checked on our reservation and paid through Wednesday afternoon. After unhooking the camper, we popped it open and hooked up the water and electricity. Joey entered the camper and immediately poured us both a shot of bourbon and offered a toast...

"To the best senior trip in history!"

"Absolutely!" I joined in enthusiastically.

He paused for a moment, downed the amber liquid in one quick gulp, and asked, "Wanna drive down to the beach?"

"Sure!"

Since our campground was several miles from the shore, it took about fifteen minutes to drive to the nearest public access spot. We parked, took off our shoes, and walked down to the water. Even though it had been an extremely warm spring and the air temperature was comfortable, the water was still quite cold. It didn't take long for us to grow bored and we were both ready to return to the campsite and start drinking. The sun was low in the horizon and the dim overhead security lamps at the campgrounds had already been activated by the time we returned. Joey parked his precious truck beside the camper and we entered out new home.

In the hours that followed, Joey and I consumed an insane amount of alcohol and smoked at least two joints. We kept the vinyl window flaps zipped up to cut down on the chance that someone would smell the weed, but that caused the smoke to collect within the cabin and it hung lazily around us like a mist. We'd been drunk and high together in the past, but this was the first time that I had really relaxed and let myself go. I was definitely fucked up and we were both getting kind of loud and rowdy. Joey had anticipated that we might want to cut loose, so he'd asked to me request a campsite on the far edge of the grounds. That, coupled with the time of year, meant that no other campers were nearby and that our boisterous enthusiasm and laughter drew no unwanted attention.

Eventually, Joey reached for his laptop and booted it up, pulling a DVD out of his backpack and putting it in the drive. He was obviously as stoned as I was, which was evident when the DVD began to play with the volume WAY too loud. Suddenly the air was filled with lame porno music and the sound of some slut moaning, "Fuck me...Fuck me hard...Mmmmmm...make me cum...make me cum". I was rolling on the floor, literally grabbing my sides I was laughing so hard, as Joey fumbled to find the volume control in his fucked up state. With nothing but vinyl and canvas walls separating us from the rest of the world, it was a ridiculously absurd situation. He finally succeeded in reducing the sound...

"Oops..." he grinned as he moved the laptop to the small table in the center of the camper. "Stop laughing, dammit, and get up here and watch this..."

I moved to the table and sat down beside him to watch the video. It was cramped and warm in the small cabin quarters and we had to sit very close together as we stared glassy-eyed into the screen. Joey rolled a third joint and placed it aside for later. The movie was generic mid-grade porn but nevertheless I soon became aware of the growing stiffy between my legs. My dick was hardening in an awkward position and was bent slightly, becoming more and more uncomfortable as it grew increasingly turgid. Shifting in my seat, I managed to get it into a more natural position and it responded by quickly filling to its full length. I wondered momentarily if the movie was having the same effect on Joey and the thought caused my cock to begin to twitch wildly inside my worn briefs. I felt the all too familiar warm moisture of precum seeping out to dampen my underwear. I've always leaked a lot of the stuff and it's caused a number of embarrassing situations for me in the past. Once, in eighth grade, I pumped out so much juice during a math class that I left a dark spot on my jeans the size of a half-dollar. When the bell rang, I had to hold my notebooks down at my crotch until it dried. I silently thanked god that, with the exception of our shoes, Joey and I were still fully dressed. Luckily, my dark jeans and the table were hiding my leaky prick. Joey was restless, however, and fast-forwarded through much of the video. I assumed that the full movie was probably an hour and a half to two hours long, but we had finished it in just under forty minutes.

He popped open the drive and removed the disk. "Well, that one wasn't all that great...maybe the others will be better." He started to get up but I had him blocked in. "Get up, would ya...I gotta get to my backpack."

I slid out and quickly pivoted, keeping my back to him as he moved past me. Trying to be as subtle as possible, I adjusted myself and pulled my t-shirt down over the large wet spot on my crotch. Joey's voice startled me when he spoke.

"Hey, hand me the laptop. I'll just watch the next one up here on the mattress. Oh, and give me that joint too..."

I passed the computer and the pot to him as he reclined on the mattress and loaded up another movie. Standing there like an idiot for a second, my erection thankfully subsiding, I was curious as to what I was supposed to do. It would seem a little weird to climb up on the cushion with him but there wasn't really another way for both of us to watch with the computer up there.

"Ricky, make me another drink and we can smoke this." He held up the joint for emphasis, along with his empty cup. It was totally lost on me that this last instruction was more of a command than a request. I moved quickly to refill his drink, though I soon realized that we were out of soda.

"Shit, we're out of coke, Joey."

"No problem, there's a bunch of vending machines up near the office and the showers." He reached into his pocket and handed me several bills. "Just get as many as that will buy...we'll put 'em in the cooler..." Grabbing the money, I turned to open the door.

"Wait!" I heard him say. Stopping at the open door, I looked back and saw him leering at me, a wide disarming grin on his face and a warm impish glint in his eyes. I knew that look. It was the same look he gave his friends every time he was about to drop a bombshell - the look he got when an idea so outrageous had popped into his head that he could barely contain his glee. He formed the words for his idea slowly, giving time for the import of them to sink into my mind. "I dare you to go in your underwear..."

There was an awkward pause as the words just hung in the air like the stale smoke caressing us. Eventually, I managed a half-hearted chuckle while I tried to gauge his seriousness. His face remained that of a full-time mischief-maker who was determined to get his way on this.

"What?" I managed to respond.

"Go ahead. Strip down to your underwear and go get the sodas. I dare you..."

"No! What if someone sees me?" I protested weakly.

"Oh, come on! There are only like three other campers here tonight and none of them are anywhere close by. And you'll have your underwear - it's not like I'm daring you to streak there and back..."

I thought about it for a moment. Joey continued to stare at me while waiting for my decision. I was afraid that if I didn't do it, that he'd get irritated with me - not forever, of course, but enough to put a damper on the next few hours. I shrugged my shoulders, shook my head in a defeated gesture, and acquiesced like I usually do when Joey is involved.

"All right...I'll do it..."

"Awesome!" Joey cried out, not even attempting to hide his enthusiasm. "I'll have a movie ready when you get back."

As he returned to sorting through his DVDs, I pulled my t-shirt up and over my head. I quietly unbuttoned my jeans, allowing them to fall to my feet before stepping out of them, placing both them and the shirt on the table so I could get to them quickly when I got back. I kept my back to Joey the entire time, mostly so that he wouldn't see the large, sopping wet spot on the front of my briefs. Jesus! If I had known this was going to happen I would have worn a newer pair. These were so threadbare that you could clearly see my dark pubes through the wet section and the waistband was nearly shot. Fortunately for me, at least, I'd lost my erection and shouldn't get myself into too much trouble, even if someone saw me. These briefs, worn though they were, still covered more than my Speedo does. Making sure that I had the cash in hand (since I now had no pockets), I stepped through the door and out into the pale artificial lights of the campground.

Since Joey had insisted on renting a lot on the far side of the grounds, I had a short hike to the main building where the vending machines and showers were located. As I weaved in and out of the huge oaks and southern pines, my heart was pounding in my chest even though the chances of me getting caught like this was remote at best. For most of the walk, I tried to stay out of the direct lights but that became impossible as I approached the vending machines. Running up to the alcove, I nervously inserted the money and bought several drinks. Stacking the cold cans and the remaining change close to my chest, I ran as fast as I could back to the camper.

The door was locked.

"Joey, open up - I got the cokes..."

I heard him move inside the camper but he didn't open the door, instead choosing to unzip the canvas and peer out at me. I was getting irritated.

"Come on, man! Open up! These cans are cold..."

He grinned through the mesh screen before surprising me with his next instruction.

"I'll let you in if you lose the briefs..."

There was a moment of silence as I processed the demand.

"What! I'm not gonna do that! Now come on - open the damn door!"

"Take off your briefs and chuck 'em in the trash can over there and I'll let you in...they look like you should've thrown them away a year ago..."

"Fuck off, Joey - don't make me do that!"

"If you want back in this camper then you'll do it."

A thousand jumbled thoughts ran through my drunken, stoned mind as I stood outside my family's camper in just my underwear, moving nervously from foot to foot on the sandy soil, trying to decide what to do as he merely stared back at me. I knew that once he had his mind made up, it was next to impossible to change it - that he could easily keep me out here for twenty minutes before getting bored and letting me in. I also knew that I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable about being outside in my underwear. It's not like Joey hasn't seen me naked before, I reasoned. We, like everyone else on the soccer team had showered after practice and we'd seen each other change clothes many times. He was just having some fun and despite my annoyance, this unpredictability was part of the reason we always had such a good time together.

"Fine!" I grunted in frustration. Placing the drinks on the ground, I quickly walked over to the garbage cans, shucked my still-moist briefs down and off my feet, tossed them in the bin and replaced the lid. Now completely nude, I approached the camper again, grabbed the drinks, and heard the door unlock. He swung it open for me and I stepped up into the cabin, bending over to place the drinks in the cooler. Without warning he slapped my upturned bare ass, causing a rather girly yelp to escape my lips. He laughed loudly at the sound, closed the door, and collapsed back onto his mattress. The soles of his dirty feet stared back at me, the long toes wiggling, as I turned towards the table to retrieve my clothes.

They weren't there. I immediately noticed that my backpack was missing as well.

"Hey, where are my things?" I asked, noticeably rattled by standing naked in the middle of the camper while Joey stared at the hot pink palm print on my ass.

"I locked them in the cab of the truck while you were gone. Don't worry - they're safe and I'll give them back if you're good tonight..." He leered down at me, a look of distinct superiority creeping across his features.

"Very funny, man...where are your keys - I'll get them myself."

"Weren't you listening? I said you'd get them back later."

"When?"

"After we've had some fun - damn it, relax Ricky...its no big deal." He lit the joint, took a hit, and held it out to me. I instinctively took it from him and took a hit myself. "Careful..." he added with a chuckle as I inhaled, "don't let any ash hit you in a 'delicate' area."

I curled up my face in a "fuck you" expression as I handed the pot back to him and resumed my self-conscious stance in the center of the cabin. My hands went on autopilot and found their way to cover my crotch in a futile effort to protect what was left of my rapidly shrinking modesty.

"So what do we do now, ya big asshole?" I asked.

"First of all, put your hands behind your back..." I failed to comply at first. "Just do it..." he repeated firmly, a hint of irritation present in his voice.

I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes, but moved my hands as directed to the small of my back and stood exposed in front of him, my feet slightly apart in a somewhat sloppy parade rest position.

"Now, I want you to look at me, look me right in the eyes and no matter what happens keep looking and don't move. It'll be like those staring contests we used to have. You remember those?"

I did. I'd never once beaten him at that contest. Either I would blink and look away or start to giggle. "Sure, I remember, but we haven't done that in years - it's a kids game. Why do you want to..."

"Just shut up and look at me..." he interrupted.

Resigned that I wasn't going to get my clothes back until he played this joke out fully, I focused my eyes on his and latched on with newfound determination. If he wanted to play this game, then I was going to play it to win. Normally, he could stare me down or make me laugh within minutes, but I knew I wouldn't be doing that tonight - I was too pissed off to break my gaze now. Looking past the soles of his feet as he relaxed on the cushion, I stared uninterrupted into his eyes as the minutes ticked by.

My determination faltered, however, when my cock began to slowly swell. Shit! I'd almost looked away from him when I realized it. Unable to break my gaze, I imagined what it must look like as it plumped up, lengthening and thickening as it filled with blood. I tried to think about something else, anything else that would reverse the process that had started. As long as it didn't rise I would be OK - just as long as I could keep it from getting hard - gotta keep it from getting hard. I relaxed my breathing and started to review my algebra theorems in my head, all the while maintaining locked eyes with Joey. My cock halted its swelling and I congratulated myself on my surprising level of control.

Somehow, Joey had managed to coax a cigarette into his mouth and light it - all without taking his eyes off me. He took a deep initial drag and slowly exhaled in my direction. He wiggled his long, smelly, slender toes and I caught a slight whiff of their scent. He then began to speak in a low, seductive voice. I'd never heard that voice before and it shattered my concentration.

"Look...at...me. Really, really, look...at...me..."

A new, hellish fire was present in his eyes, matching the new tone in his voice. I nearly passed out as the blood furiously rushed to my expanding dick. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears and I knew that the pulses were visible in my stiffening prick. I started to move but Joey cautioned me to remain motionless.

"Remember, you move - you lose. I can keep you naked all weekend. Just stand still and look at me."

Giving in to the humiliation of throwing wood while staring at my best friend, I did as I was told and stood there without a sound as my cock pulsed once, twice, a third and fourth time, and then stood proud and throbbing, pointing first at Joey then rising further to salute the canvas ceiling.

His lecherous smirk spread wider as he stared me down, blowing cigarette smoke at me as I stood fretfully in front of him, waiting to see how he would respond to this development.

"OK, game's over", he said as he put out his cigarette.

"What do you mean? I didn't look away or move."

"No, you just got hard. By the way, is that as big as it gets?"

I was taken aback by the question and glanced down at my penis as it stood up from my pubes, a drop of precum already gathering in the slit.

"Yeah...why?" I asked timidly.

"Just looks sort of small, that's all - I thought it would be bigger."

"It's not small!" I protested. "Average is about six inches and it's just over that..."

"Whatever...I'm just saying that it's smaller than mine. Hey, you never fixed me that drink..."

I turned to prepare his bourbon and coke, thankful that, even though I was still exposed and hard, at least the tension in the room had been broken.

"Can I go get my clothes now?" I asked as I handed him the drink.

He thought for a moment and then started to hand his keys to me. Just before they exchanged hands, he snatched them back.

"Let's make another game out of it. If you win, you get the keys and can go get your clothes. If you lose, we play another game." He glanced down at my still pulsing dick and chuckled. "What do you say? You UP for it?"

I sighed in frustration and at his sophomoric humor.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I'll set the timer on my watch for thirty minutes. You'll have to stay hard the whole time without getting any precum on the floor. If you let yourself go soft or get a single drop of your dick lube on the floor then you lose."

I knew my chances of meeting this challenge were slim at best. I could almost certainly stay hard for thirty minutes, but if I did there was gonna be juice everywhere. I wasn't at all sure that I could keep it off the floor. My initial shame at being naked and hard in front of him was increasing but the only way to get my clothes back seemed to be to go along with him and see how this all played out.

"Fine..." I agreed.

"Wait. Turn around and put your hands behind your back again." He quickly pulled a shoelace out of one of his sneakers and tied my hands behind me. "Just to make sure you don't cheat..."

He moved back to his mattress and set the timer to ring in thirty minutes, smiling at me as he prepared to watch me squirm.

Just moments later, my cock, still aching and pointed upward, belched out the first of many drops of clear, silvery goo. I looked down at myself, mortified to have Joey witnessing my struggle, and saw the drops gather weight, beginning a slow, tickling descent down my trembling shaft. I knew that once I start leaking, I don't stop until I blow - in fact, the longer I go without shooting the more I seem to leak. With no hands to stop the dripping, I shifted position, gradually so as not to shake the drops loose, and angled my body so that the rivulet ran down my balls instead of off onto the floor. If I was careful, perhaps I could keep the precum on my body instead of on the floor for the next thirty minutes.

I heard Joey laughing at me and felt my face flush with humiliation before the flash of his digital camera blinded me.

"Hey! No pictures!" I yelled, nearly shaking loose a few drops.

"Oh shut up, Ricky and concentrate on the bet. Fifteen more minutes."

In spite of the added embarrassment of a digital record of this humiliation, my greasy prick continued to belch out precum in a near continuous stream. I managed to keep it running down my body instead of dripping off onto the floor but the shear volume of fluid was becoming tricky to manage. The bulk of my lube had dribbled past the left side of my balls and was now streaming down my thigh. My nuts contracted and another thick glob basted the head and shaft, following the slick path of that which had already been pumped out. My eyes followed the new batch as it reached the lowest point of the river on my thigh, making it heavier and causing it to promptly descend past my knee.

"Shit..." I whispered under my breath.

"Yeah, not so easy for you, is it?" Another flash stole away my vision for a moment. "Seven minutes to freedom, Ricky."

Out of the blue a new fear possessed my mind. I felt my balls rise; they were suddenly active and rolling in their sack as they ascended, and the muscles deep inside me begin to spasm. "Fuck..." I mumbled as I bent over at the waist to stop what I was afraid was now inevitable. My sudden attitude shift and motions were not lost on Joey.

"Goddamnit, Ricky, are you about to cum?"

I didn't answer but moaned a garbled response, frantic not to further humiliate myself.

"Stand up straight, Ricky, and look at me!" he barked with more authority than his past commands.

Grimacing, I straightened up as best I could and met his gaze with my own. His face showed a combination of both fascination and contempt as he stared me down during my fight to maintain control.

"Dude, if you cum, you seriously lose this bet..." he stated, plainly amused. The camera flashed again.

Though I managed to stave off an orgasm, the sudden river of precum slipping down my shaft meant that I was going to lose the bet anyway. The slimy liquid dripped down my left leg, gathered where the last batch had stopped and pulled the greasy lube all the way down to my ankle. I lifted my foot in a clumsy effort to keep the precum off the floor but I was too late. Several drops shook loose and splattered the cheap vinyl tile along with bits of the sweat that was rapidly covering my entire quivering body.

"FUCK...FUCK...FUCK..." was all I could spit out as it sank in that I had lost. I hung my head in shame from both the lost bet and the exposure of my best friend witnessing my preempted orgasm.

Joey took a few more pictures of my sweaty, nude body and bloated cock while he laughed to himself and lit another cigarette.

A few minutes later, after I had regained a bit of composure, I broke the silence with a request.

"Joey?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you please untie my hands? They're going numb."

"Turn around and back up to me..." I felt him unknot the shoelace, tossing it aside when my wrists came free. I rubbed the blood back into my hands as I spun around to face him.

"I don't guess you'll be giving me my clothes back yet?" I guessed correctly.

"Don't think so..." he replied as he blew a lung full of smoke in my face.

"So what now?"

"I don't know actually", he admitted. "I wasn't expecting this to be so much fun - a pleasant surprise, really. Plus, I'm kinda getting off on having you under my control. I think you are too..."

"Come on, Joey. Stop this."

"I just need a few minutes to come up with our next activity. Kneel down and massage my feet while I think."

"Dammit, Joey - No! I'm not going to massage your fucking feet!" I half expected him to leap up and beat the shit out of me for yelling at him like that. Instead, he just raised his eyebrows and responded in a slow, calm, reassuring voice.

"Yes, you will, Ricky - in fact, you will do anything I tell you to do tonight. Do you know why, Ricky?"

"Why?"

"Because deep down inside you want to make me happy. It's been like that ever since we met...you always trying to please me. It's true and you know it, don't you, Ricky?"

"You're my friend - but that doesn't mean I'll do anything you want."

"Sure it does. I'll admit, this has been pretty extreme - and unexpected, but so far you've done everything I've wanted tonight...and I'm willing to bet you'll follow the rest of my orders too."

"That's not true...I won't..."

"You've never had a girlfriend, Ricky, have you?"

"What?" I replied, confused by the sudden shift in topic. "You've known me forever, Joey, you know I haven't..."

"While Eric, Scott, and me were out pounding pussy, where were you, Ricky? Were you at home beating on that insignificant excuse of a cock of yours?"

"Stop it, Joey!"

"You always did seem kinda uncomfortable when we'd talk about our girlfriends. What did you think about while you stayed at home greasing your pole?"

"Shut up!"

"Was it me, Ricky? Were you thinking about me?" His words were hitting too close to home now. "How many times a week did you jerk off thinking about me? Or should I ask how many times a day?"

I had to stop this line of questioning. I sank to my knees in front of him and took his warm feet in my hands, their musky scent filling my nostrils. I slowly began to knead the soles in an effort to please him and stop the verbal torture. It visibly pleased him that I had given in and he chuckled under his breath.

"Thought so..." he muttered as he started another movie on his laptop.

I massaged his feet for another fifteen minutes while he watched porn and chain smoked, thinking about my next humiliation. Eventually, he held out his empty cup and shook it, causing the melting ice cubes to rattle inside.

"I need another..." was all he said, but I willingly released his feet, took the cup and refilled it, getting him some fresh ice from the cooler while I was at it. When I handed it back to him, he gave me my next assignment.

"I want you to beat off for me..." he said with no hint of a joke.

"You're kidding..."

"No way, Ricky - I'm totally serious. I want you to beat off while I finish watching this movie. If you can make it to the end without cumming, then you win and get your clothes. If you cum, then I get to give you another assignment."

"I can't jerk off in front of you..."

"It can't possibly be more embarrassing than dripping your dick lube all over the floor of your dad's camper. Just pretend you're alone. I'll be watching the movie anyway. Who knows...if it's a good one I might just haul mine out and join you."

My cock pulsed with renewed strength at the thought of getting to see my best friend stroking his own hard piece. Joey noticed, pointed, laughed, and took another picture.

"Thought that might serve as incentive. Well, get to stroking...but remember don't shoot."

I briefly thought about protesting but knew it would be useless, and to be completely candid, I really needed to pull on it after everything that had already happened this evening. I sheepishly reached out and grasped my steely hard cock in my right hand and began to slowly pump it up and down.

"That's the way, Ricky. You really are a piece of work...I knew you'd do it."

I cursed him under my breath but he just laughed it off as he went back to his movie. Since I had no idea how long this movie was, I realized that I was going to need to pace myself. Just minutes into my exhibitionism, I felt like I was going to blow a huge one. My body began to quiver and a new sheen of sweat covered my torso. I removed my hands and placed them on my hips as I tried to regain control.

"Hey, get your hand back on your cock!" he barked at me.

"I was about to cum!"

"Those are the stakes, you moron! If you could stop whenever you wanted, it wouldn't be much of a contest. Keep your hands on it, go as slow as you need to, but keep touching it!"

"Fuck!" I cried out as I wrapped my hand back around my slimy prick and slowly continued to fist it. There were a few tortured moments where I didn't know if I could do it. Joey watched me intently as I struggled not to shoot. Ultimately, I settled into a stroking pattern that, although it kept me dreadfully on the edge, prevented me from spewing. Joey, seeing that I had regained control, lost interest and went back to watching his movie as I teased my cock to multiple near orgasms.

As the minutes ticked by and Joey still took no notice of me, I actually began to get into what I was doing - as much as this situation would allow. I gradually admitted that it was sort of hot to be jerking off in front of my best friend. It was as if a psychological wall was tumbling down inside me. I wanted to cum - badly - even if it meant losing the dare.

"Fuck...Fuck...Fuck..." I muttered to myself as I used a tortuously slow twisting caress on my nasty wet cock.

"You close?" Joey asked, without looking up from his movie.

"Yeah...real close...FUCK - I'm close..." I panted back.

"Don't cum, faggot..." He spoke without emotion, again without looking up at me.

"Don't call me a faggot..."

"Oh yeah, what else would you call it when a guy jerks off in front of his fully clothed friend and can barely keep himself from cumming?"

"This is what you told me to do..." I replied between strokes.

"Yeah, but you're the one doing it."

About ten minutes later and I was nearly insane with the need to shoot. The friction of my hand combined with the constant outpouring of precum had by now caused the lube to foam up into a frothy, creamy consistency. The sound of "slosh, slosh, slosh" filled the modest, smoky cabin. I was barely maintaining control when suddenly Joey cried out.

"Shit! That was a hot fucking scene. I gotta look at that again." He backed up the DVD to the beginning of the chapter and started it over.

"Hey, that's not fair!"

"Deal was you don't cum until the movie is over. Only thing is - I say when the movie is over. Keep stroking."

I groaned in frustration but it was nothing compared to what was about to happen. Whatever he was watching, it had indeed gotten him hot. Joey reached down, flipped open the fly of his jeans and in one quick motion, pulled them off and over his feet, tossing them over my head to the mattress on the other side. I saw the soft thick coating of black hairs on his calves growing thicker still on his thighs and disappearing into the leg openings of his well-packed briefs. He massaged his package through the front of his underwear as he went back to his movie.

"Oh, SHIT!" I groaned.

"Don't you fucking cum!" His free hand snaked up underneath his t-shirt and began to massage his nipple as he continued to gently massage his crotch and watch his movie. He still did not look at me.

"Don't you fucking cum!" He repeated this over and over as he played with himself through his underwear. My body and mind, both overcome by a level of aching I had not known up until this point, tried frantically to comply with his wishes.

"Don't you fucking cum!" His mantra continued unabated as he pleased himself more openly, even moaning a few times as he massaged his nipples. By now I knew I had been stroking for over an hour and was riding the most remarkable sexual high I'd ever known. My eyes were glued on Joey's hand, masturbating his cock, which was still tucked away inside his increasingly damp underwear. My own hand was scarcely moving any longer and I was wondering if I could make it. The rock hard and slippery dick in my hand began to throb and vibrate from muscle contractions deep within my groin and I moaned loudly, prepared to lose the dare, nut an awesome load, and face the consequences afterward.

"HANDS OFF YOUR COCK, FAGGOT!!!" he yelled from out of nowhere, breaking my concentration and my bliss, causing me to stagger backwards into the table as my hands released my insistent, leaky tube. "PUT 'EM BEHIND YOUR HEAD AND STAND STILL!!!"

I was a little worried that he was yelling too loud and that the entire campground would hear him. Immediately, my foamy hands went behind my head and I forced myself to stand still while my vibrating cock twitched and pulsed in front of me. He took a few pictures and then went back to his movie. I stood silent and confused for a moment or two before speaking.

"I thought you wanted me to beat off until the movie was over."

"I changed my mind..." That was all he offered as he continued to please himself through his underwear.

This was nearly as bad as beating off in front of him. Now I stood in the middle of the camper, still on the verge of cumming, while I watched him play with his own hard cock. He was very careful, however, to never let me actually see it. Eventually, he slipped his hand inside the wet briefs and manipulated his dick inside the damp cotton. My balls drew up again and I prayed that I wouldn't shoot like this - not even touching myself while I watched him jerk off.

At last, the movie stopped and Joey removed both the hand in his shorts and the one under his t-shirt. He punched a few keys on the keyboard and I assumed he was shutting down the computer. Then he rotated the laptop to face me and I noticed that he had activated the built-in webcam. There, maximized on the screen was a live picture of me, hands behind my head, hard cock throbbing out from a nest of matted, sweaty pubes, spewing an uninterrupted stream of precum from the teased, swollen knob. Joey propped up a pillow behind his head and reclined comfortably into it, his hands returning to their previous positions. He stared at me for several moments as I looked at the computer and the over-sexed, obscene image of me. He lit another cigarette and basked in the sight of my shocked expression.

"You really want to see it, don't you, Ricky?"

"Shit, Joey, please..."

"You want to see it that bad, huh? Ready to beg for it..."

"No, I mean...don't make me say it..."

"You need to say it, Ricky...say it and I'll let you look."

"FUCK, Joey, don't do this to me. Stop, please, stop..."

"Look at me, Ricky, not the computer..." I met his gaze and immediately wished I hadn't. Every ounce of resistance melted away as I stared into his eyes. "We both know you WANT to say it, we both know you NEED to say it, and we both know that eventually, you WILL say it...so go ahead, Ricky, get it off your chest, tell me you want to see it..." My untouched cock began to quiver again.

"Oh, FUUCCKKK!!! Joey! I want to see it!" He grinned as he broke me down in front of the webcam.

"You want to see what, Ricky?" My cock belched out new batch of prefuck as it trembled in front of me.

"Shit, Joey, I want to see your cock!"

"My hard cock, Ricky, is that what you need to see?"

"Fuck yeah, Joey, please let me see it. Now, please, Joey!!!"

"Say 'I'm a nasty faggot and need some Joey dick!'"

"Goddamnit, Joey - FUCK!!!"

"SAY IT!!!"

"I'm a nasty faggot and need some Joey dick!!!"

"Louder!"

"I'm a nasty faggot and need some Joey dick!!!!!!"

"One more time, and just a bit louder."

"I'M A NASTY FAGGOT AND NEED SOME JOEY DICK!!!!!!" It felt like I was shouting but I was now beyond worrying about who might hear. The sudden honesty was the most effective sexual stimulation I'd ever experienced. I was about to sling it. Suddenly, Joey was in my face only inches from me.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING CUM!!!"

"I can't help it!" I cried, my knees shaking and about to give out.

Joey moved quicker than I could react, reaching for the door, opening it, and kicking me aggressively from the cabin of the camper. I collapsed into the sand as I fell out the door, my prick still on the edge and throbbing non-stop. Joey had shut and locked the door before I could stand. I was more embarrassed than I thought possible. Here I stood, naked and hard outside my family's camper while my former best friend was keeping me locked outside. His dramatic action, however, had brought me back from the edge of cumming and within just a few seconds I felt my dick, which had now been hard for hours, begin to deflate somewhat. I huddled up close to the door and begged through the canvas to be let back in.

"Joey, please, let me in...come on, Joey, please..."

For a few seconds there was no response. Then I heard my own voice echoing through the thin cloth walls...

"I'M A NASTY FAGGOT AND NEED SOME JOEY DICK!!!!!!"

"I'M A NASTY FAGGOT AND NEED SOME JOEY DICK!!!!!!"

"I'M A NASTY FAGGOT AND NEED SOME JOEY DICK!!!!!!" I banged my fist against the locked door.

"Dammit, Joey! Stop that and let me in."

"Will you do anything I tell you for the rest of the night?"

"Yes, anything...just let me in."

"And you'll let me record it?" I groaned at the thought of the continued degradation and swallowed hard.

"Yes, anything and you can record it." I replied weakly, clearly beaten.

The door creaked ajar on its aging hinges and I slinked back inside, broken and defeated. If Joey had ever in the past considered me his equal, those days were certainly behind us now.

For thirty excruciating minutes, Joey left me to stand humiliated in the center of the camper, contemplating the unbelievable mess I had gotten myself into. He said nothing as he chain smoked and worked on his laptop. My dick, which had lost much of its stiffness when I'd been thrown out, had slowly recovered and was once again standing hard and proud, defiant in the face of the shame I felt. My tormentor remained clothed in his sweaty t-shirt and worn briefs, the leg openings so stretched out that I once caught a glimpse of his loose, furry balls. Dick lube poured out of my slit in response to the sight and I averted my eyes quickly to avoid giving him additional ammunition against me. Finally, Joey closed his laptop and spoke to me.

"Look at me, Ricky..." I timidly looked up in his general direction. "No, no, no, Ricky...in the eyes."

My treacherous prick belched again when I eyes met.

"That's better...much better. So, Ricky, I'm gonna ask you some questions and I need you to be completely honest with me...OK?"

"Yes..."

"How long have you known that you were queer?"

"I never thought of myself as queer..."

"But you have to admit that you've been acting pretty queer tonight...right?"

"You started it, Joey...I would NEVER have done any of this stuff if you hadn't pushed me."

"I agree that I'm the one who started it. But hey, I just made you get naked - I didn't know you were gonna fag out on me. I'm not the one who made you get hard..." A creepy smile crept across his face. "...or did I?"

I shifted my weight from foot to foot nervously trying to think.

"Answer me, Ricky? Did I make you hard?"

I swallowed hard before speaking. "Yes..." I admitted.

"Yes, what? Say it all, Ricky..."

"Yes, Joey...you made me hard."

He nodded his head approvingly and continued...

"Good - now for the next question. Before tonight, have I ever made you hard?"

Knowing that he couldn't possibly prove that one way or another, I decided to lie. "No, never!"

"Are you sure about that? You mean to tell me that you've never gotten hard thinking about me - that you've never, not even once, jerked off while thinking about your buddy Joey?"

I mistakenly averted my eyes...

"Uh, uh, uh, Ricky...the eyes. Answer the question..."

The power of his cold, probing stare set my dick to jumping again.

"Shit, Joey, I don't know...maybe a few times..."

His face abruptly hardened into a stern scowl and he jumped towards me with incredible speed, grabbing my jaw in his strong hand and squeezing hard, causing a fair amount of discomfort. He started to yell...

"Goddamnit, Ricky! You jerked off fantasizing about me and DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS GAY!!!" He spun me around without warning and forced my head down until he was pressing my cheek hard against the table. I knew it was pointless to struggle and so just let him hold me in that position. "When did this fucking start? Answer me!!!"

"I'm sorry, Joey...damn, I guess it started in ninth grade."

"FOUR FUCKING YEARS!!!" he shouted. "I can't believe it - you've been beating off while thinking about me for four fucking years!!!"

He yanked my head back up and tossed me sideways towards the sink, suddenly coming completely unhinged. I was really becoming afraid that he was going to beat me senseless, but despite my fear my rod remained stoically erect. He flipped the table over and folded the legs down, replacing it on the support rails attached to the benches like when you are preparing the third sleeping area.

"Get up here, now! On your knees and elbows..."

I assumed the position he had demanded and yelped when his flat, open palm slammed into my upturned ass.

"OWWW!!! Fuck, Joey, stop it...please..." A second burning smack landed almost immediately.

"Tell me about the first time you had an orgasm while thinking about me..."

SMACK

"No, Joey, please don't do this - you're my best friend for god's sake!"

SMACK

"Consider that friendship officially terminated. Now tell me about the first time you used me in your faggot fantasies."

SMACK - SMACK - SMACK

My eyes began to well up both from the searing pain and the humiliation of being spanked like this. I decided to tell him...

"It was at...I mean, the first time happened...at soccer camp when we were freshmen."

"Fucking bitch!!! AT CAMP!!! HOW!!?"

SMACK

"It just happened..."

"HOW?"

"Remember...they had too many guys there that week and a couple of us had to double up that first night until they brought the cots in..."

"OH, SHIT!!!" he yelled as he viscously smacked my reddening ass several times in rapid succession. "Please tell me you didn't jerk off while we were in that bunk together!"

"No, no way, Joey...it's just that..."

"What? Tell me..."

"It's just that we were both in our underwear and...god, I mean, we were so close to each other and you were so warm, and while you were sleeping you got hard and I could feel it poking me through your shorts and I just, well, I just..."

"You just what?" I started sobbing harder as I remembered clearly what had happened that night.

"I just started shooting in my underwear. I couldn't help it - it just happened...please, please stop hitting me..."

He took a step back, apparently in shock at my admission. Several awkward seconds passed before he continued.

"Let me get this straight...you shot a load into your whities WHILE YOU WERE AWAKE just because you felt my dick in your back?"

"Yes..." I answered meekly.

"And that's what caused you to start fantasizing about me when you jerked off?"

"I think so..."

"And you never thought that was in any way gay?"

"I never thought about it like that..."

"But right now, talking to me, you realize how gay it sounds?"

"Yes..." I sniffled, my nose beginning to run as I cried.

His diatribe paused for a brief period and when he began to speak again, his voice sounded slightly less angry.

"Do you cum without touching yourself a lot? I mean, it happened at camp and it almost happened earlier tonight. Was that night at camp the only time?"

"Well, usually I AM touching it so that's not the way it happens."

"But has it EVER happened like that since?"

"A couple of times..." He chuckled to himself like he found that amusing. I saw him approach me again and felt the spanking resume. I winced as the blow connected...

"Tell me about a time you shot without touching yourself..."

SMACK

"Please, Joey, don't make me say it..."

"Tell me now..."

SMACK - this time his palm lingered over the sore flesh of my ass afterwards.

"Once it happened on the bus coming back from an away game..."

He laughed loudly. "This ought to be good. Tell me what happened." The spanking continued as I recounted the story...

"We were driving back and I was sitting beside Scott. It was late and he was sitting by the window and had fallen asleep. I had my gym bag in lap and I guess the pressure and the vibrations of the bus made me get hard..."

"You sure it wasn't Scott? Were you looking at him when you got hard?"

"He was sitting three inches away from me...of course, I could see him..."

"I asked if you were looking at him - that's different - were you looking at him?"

"Maybe a little..."

"Then what happened?"

"My dick just wouldn't go down - I was hard as a rock for over thirty minutes..."

"Were you leaking a lot like you did earlier tonight - like you still are?"

"Yeah, I was making a real mess..."

"Then what happened?"

"I just kept getting closer and closer to shooting - it felt like I was going to pass out..."

"What finally made you lose it?"

"I was in my own little world when all of sudden Scott woke up and asked me a question. He startled me and I was afraid he would know what was happening. Then I just started cumming in my jock..."

The spanking stopped while Joey laughed out loud. "You were still in your soccer kit?"

"Yes..." I admitted, filled with humiliation.

"Didn't Scott notice it?"

"No, I don't think so. He asked why my face looked weird but I told him that I'd been nauseous since we got on the bus and that my stomach hurt. The gym bag covered up my hard on."

"Did you cum a lot?"

"Yeah, it was a big one. I kept the bag in front of me until I got home."

"Has it ever happened again?" The spanking resumed but the blows felt less hard now, like it was now more symbolic than angry.

"Last year, I thought that maybe I was jerking off too much and tried to stop. I could manage to keep my hands off of it but of course it still got hard - even more than usual it seemed. It went off three or fours times by itself before I finally gave up and just started jerking off again to keep the pressure down."

Joey remained silent as I finished my story and his hand massaged my stinging ass cheeks briefly before moving lower to jiggle my heavy nuts. I moaned and he snickered at my predicament.

"You're about to cum now, aren't you?"

"I might..."

"I think I'm going to enjoy knowing about this 'special ability' of yours. I think I'd like to try an experiment..."

"Oh, God, no...Joey, don't make me..."

"Not right away - that would be way too easy. I mean, it looks like you could blast right now and I saw how close you were earlier...for now, I'd rather see if you can keep it from happening."

"Please, no, don't do it, Joey..."

"I want you to tell me about your fantasies...while I spank you...make it one of the ones with me in it..."

SMACK

"Now, Ricky - come on, and don't skimp on the details - I want to hear everything your dirty mind came up with."

SMACK

"Fuck, Joey, JESUS!!! Stop!!!"

"Get started - if I'm satisfied when you're done I'll stop the spanking for tonight...but if you cum I'm gonna wail on your ass for a solid thirty minutes I swear - I'll beat it raw, goddamnit, so get to talking..."

"We...we are usually jerking off together in my fantasies..."

"Just like that? We just start jerking off together? How does it get started?"

"We are in my room and looking at a magazine you brought over. We are both horny as fuck..."

"That part actually happened - a couple of times..."

SMACK

"I know, but in the fantasy, you start to rub your crotch through your jeans and talk about how boned up you are..."

"So, I'm the one that starts it in your fantasies? Is that the way it usually is?"

"Yeah - usually."

SMACK

"Then what happens?" My balls tightened in my sack as I realized that I was about to reveal my deepest, most personal and intimate secrets.

"You finally can't take it anymore and start to unzip your pants. You pull your hard dick out and swing it around a few times before you start to stroke it..."

"What do you think it looks like?"

"I've seen you naked in the locker room so I've seen it soft - I know that you're uncut and that you've got black hair but I just have to imagine the rest."

"Then how do you imagine it looks?"

SMACK - The muscles between my legs contracted and my slit opened as precum began to rain down on the table.

"I always imagine that it's bigger than mine..."

"That wouldn't take much..."

"The head is huge when you're all the way hard and the foreskin slips all the way up and over it each time you stroke. I can see veins on it, a dark purple-blue, and the tube underneath is massive and swollen. Your balls hang low and shake up and down while you pound it..."

SMACK - SMACK - SMACK

"Pretty accurate so far - you've given this a lot of thought. Then what happens?"

"I pretend to keep looking at the magazine with you but really I keep stealing glances at your cock. My own dick starts to leak and a spot shows up on the front of my pants."

"Do I notice?"

"Yeah, you tell me that I looked like I'm in the same condition that you are...you tell me to go ahead and whip it out before I nut in my jeans..."

"Do you do it?"

"I get up and lock my bedroom door, kick off my shoes and pull down my pants. We just lay there on my bed looking at the magazine and jerking..."

"Only you're not really looking at the magazine?"

"That's right - I'm looking at you while you stroke. You're not really paying any attention to me..."

"Of course not...then what?"

"Well, this goes on for a while then, oh God, Joey, please don't make me finish..."

"Is telling me this story about to make you cum?"

"Damn - yes, Joey, I'm afraid I'll shoot..."

"Finish the story, Ricky - tell me how it ends but you better concentrate on holding onto your nut." My ass was shaking as the next few blows landed.

SMACK - SMACK - SMACK

"In my fantasy, you finally get real close to cumming and start to moan..."

SMACK

"Your eyes close and you push the magazine away and lay flat on your back..."

SMACK - My dick started to swing involuntarily and pumped a new stream of lube onto the table while my nuts began their ascent.

"You fist it hard two or three times then grab it by the base and arch your back..."

SMACK

"The head swells hard...I get a really good look...its all purple and skinned back...I can almost see your pulse in it as it twitches in your hand..."

Joey's hand lingered gingerly over my scarlet ass cheeks and his thumb tunneled into the crack, grazing my pucker.

"Don't cum, Ricky, concentrate - don't cum...finish the story...tell me how it ends..."

"You cum, goddamnit, the white just suddenly explodes out of you!!! It goes flying all over the place..."

"Describe how I cum, Ricky..."

"It's fucking amazing, Joey - the most amazing cumshot I've ever seen. Jets of pure white juice fly out of your skinned back dick and the first blast flies past both our heads and hits the wall behind my bed..."

I squirmed and vibrated under his suddenly tender touch.

"Don't cum, Ricky..."

"Then you change the angle just a little when you realize that you hit my wall. When the second shot fires out, hits me in the face, leaving a thick wad on my cheek and lips..."

The convulsions between my legs became more urgent. My entire body jerked in desperation as I struggled not to sling it.

"Don't you dare, boy - don't you dare..."

"You notice that I didn't move when the cum hit me and that I am jerking off even harder myself. You start to grin when the third shot also lands on me..."

"How many times does my big fantasy cock shoot for you, Ricky?"

"At least six..."

"In reality, it's usually around eight big ones, then four to six smaller ones...maybe I'll show you someday..."

"Oh, shit, Joey, don't tell me that..."

"Do you get your fag nut with my fucking sperm on your lips?"

"Yes, oh god! Joey, that's when I always cum! God, I can't control it - my cock is gonna explode."

"Breathe, Ricky - calm yourself down - work yourself back from the edge - you'd better not lose it..."

"Oh, god, here it CUMS!!!" My hips starting to buck as I prepared to ejaculate hands-free on the table surface.

Suddenly, Joey pulled my head and upper body up. He twisted my right arm painfully behind my back and leveraged it upward causing significant temporary pain.

"I SAID CALM THE FUCK DOWN, FAGGOT, NOW!!!!"

A single shot of pent up juice spewed forth out of my cock just as he shouted that last word - it flew out with enough force to hit the canvas wall of the camper. It slid nastily down the fabric as he slapped my ass really hard, much harder than any of the other assaults. He began to yell at the top of his lungs...

"STOP CUMMING!!! STOP IT, NOW!!!!"

The pain, coupled with the surprise and fierceness of his renewed attack prevented my orgasm from going any farther than that initial release of fluid. In my bewilderment, I realized that I'd not really cum - that the sticky liquid on the wall was mostly clear - that he had once again manipulated me back from the edge...but only barely.

He pulled my head so that I was looking at him. A wicked sneer spread over his face.

"Nice...real nice...you REALLY need to cum, don't you?"

"Yes..." I whimpered.

"Do you think I should let you cum?"

"Please, Joey, it's really gonna hurt tomorrow if I don't."

"I'll let you cum, but we do it my way, OK?"

"Anything, Joey, please, god, please let me..."

He grabbed the discarded shoelace from earlier and retied my hands behind my back. Then he lit a cigarette and poured another drink. He offered me a drag off the cigarette and a sip of the alcohol as he mulled over how he wanted to proceed.

Finally, he reached behind me and opened the door.

"Get out and climb up in the back of my truck..."

"What?!?"

"You heard me, get out..."

I shook my head, confused and horny...

"No, I can't, not out in the open..."

"Get out there or you don't get to cum..."

"Don't make me do this, Joey..."

"If you do it, I'll let you see my cock - for real...a fantasy come true..." he smiled at me, knowing that I would be more compliant now.

My throbbing prick led the way as I stepped down off the door and walked to the truck, parked only a few feet away. Joey watched from the camper as he left the door open. It was difficult to get into the truck bed with my hands tied behind me, but somehow I managed even though I fell in the attempt and my scalding hot ass scraped against the rough plastic liner. Looking around just to make sure than no one else was nearby, I stood up and turned to Joey who was still inside.

"What are you waiting for? Go ahead, cum..."

"Now?"

"Yeah, make yourself cum while you're standing out there...use your fantasies if you need to..."

I closed my eyes and tried to think of every sexy, vile thought I'd ever had, but the embarrassment of standing in Joey's truck bed, exposed so that anyone could see me was too much to get past my brain. Even though my cock stayed painfully erect and continued to leak juices all over my legs, feet, and the truck, I just couldn't bring myself off. Joey called to me through the open door.

"Maybe this will help..."

My eyes flew wide open as I saw him inside the camper slowly peel off his t-shirt and toss it aside. He playfully tweaked his right nipple and squeezed his jockeys as he smiled at me. If someone had driven by, they would not have seen him, sheltered as he was in the camper but I was on complete display. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of his tented briefs and suddenly he was out of them. My idol and former best friend was standing naked and hard only a few feet away from me.

The first thing I noticed was how right he had been when he told me that he had a bigger dick than me. Even from this distance I knew that he had at least two inches on me and was almost twice as thick. He teased it a few seconds before skinning it back to reveal the head. Though this part was not as large as in my fantasies, it still dwarfed my own. Taking his hands off and placing them on his hips, he allowed me to drink in the sight of his athletic, hard, aroused body.

"OK, cum..."

"I can't..."

"Look me in the eyes again..." He used his gaze to bore into my soul again. My knees began to shake and the urgency returned to my pulsating rod.

"You are going to cum while you look at me - you can't help it, Ricky - let go and just do it..."

"Oh, god, Joey, not like this...not out here..."

"DO IT!!!" he shouted.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I repeated insanely as my hips took control and began to hump thin air, my ramrod cock stiffly locked upright.

"SHOOT!!!!" he suddenly screamed while simultaneously holding up his keychain and the remote control to the truck. His thumb ran seductively over one of the buttons before he pressed it. The headlamps of the truck, along with the rack of over-the-cab lights promptly came on, illuminating the entire area in glaring white light...

Just as I began to cum...

I nearly passed out as my unsecured cock unloaded its pent up cargo, the first shot arching high into the air and shooting all the way to the door of the camper before splashing down sloppily just inside the threshold. Joey ignored the flying semen and maintained his eye-lock with me. My spasming dick uncontrollably flicked upwards sending the second shot careening into my chin, a thick wad of my fag semen hanging like a nasty curd from my panting mouth. Seven more spurts erupted covering a large portion of the truck bed before the last dregs of my orgasm simply slid off my cock and slimed my bare feet. Joey practically convulsed as well, but not in orgasm, in taunting laughter at the spectacle I was providing. When, at last, humiliated and spent, I collapsed on my knees, he addressed me one last time for the night.

"Lick up that mess you made all over my truck and then get back in here. You're gonna need a little sleep before tomorrow..."

He switched off the lights and I tongued his truck clean under the dim security lights as I wondered what he meant.