Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places or events is unintentional and unlikely.

Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey (part two)

Joe blushed as the two dozen fully clothed men looked at his exposed body. It wasn't like the attention of the road users who had passed by after a short stop or a brief glance. The attention of this crowd was intense.

"You're going to enjoy all the attention, aren't you?" Luke prompted.

"Yes," Joe agreed.

The people there were lads and boys – like Luke and his friends. Old enough to drive, one assumed so at least seventeen. Several were in their late twenties. One young man had a dark beard and long-sleeved hooded sweater but he was wearing shorts that showed off only feathery legs.

Joe was not used to looking at guys like that and he wasn't sure why he was doing so now.

The rest of the men were Joe's age or perhaps a few years older.

"That was hilarious."

"You got another one, Luke?"

"That cock got a lot bigger than we were expecting."

"He looked like he had a tiny dick..."

"...Don't be rude, son. You're a grower not a shower, remember?"

Father and son?!

There were about a dozen cars and double that in the number of people gathered. Including Luke and his two friends, there was twenty-six people looking at Joe and his big, hard cock. All men! They were all here to see him! Joe wasn't attracted to men but he couldn't stop almost enjoying their attention. Joe saw the men, lads, guys and boys taking out mobile phones and looking expectantly at Luke.

"No, please don't take more pictures," Joe pleaded.

"Why not?" asked Walt, Luke's friend.

"Because... I don't know what you're going to do with the pictures. It's humiliating," Joe replied.

There was an air of amusement – Joe's objection only fuelled interest in recording him.

"You want to start jerking off?" Luke asked.

"Ok," Joe said – because he could resist.

Gripping his cock, Joe eased the foreskin all the way back and then forward, making the eye in the centre of his cock look like it was blinking. Joe could not believe he was naked and masturbating in public. Two dozen people were recording him but he couldn't stop.

"You don't want to cum though, do you?" Luke said.

Joe desperately wanted to cum but knew he wouldn't be able to until Luke released him. There was that word again – released. Released from what? Whether it was voodoo or magic, mind control or hypnotism, Joe was powerless to resist.

As Joe continued to pleasure himself, he noticed members of his audience becoming distracted. One recording him was both enough and too much but at least not everyone was recording his jerk off session. Those who were distracted were diverted by their own cocks or one of the other men. The lads were starting to kiss and fondle each other but there was no indication this was influenced by Luke.

The site was popular for dogging but Joe wasn't the sort of man who would know that. Joe didn't know about gay dogging sites any more than he knew about straight dogging sites. Joe rhythmically stroked himself, feeling increasing tension and discomfort as he came close to climax but could not go over the edge.

Joe's eyes focussed on the father and son who had commented on him. The dad was Joe's age or perhaps a year or so older. The boy was beautiful – not as rugged as his dad but he would be very handsome in a few years. He was medium height, blonde and thin. Joe couldn't decide if the son was in his mid or late teens but he was wearing a football kit of black shorts and a white & blue striped t-short that was damp from the recently abated rain. Spots of pink skin and brown nipple showed through the white stripes. The t-shirt was a bit big for him so the collar pulled to expose the top of a scrawny chest and a smooth clavicle and shoulder. The man dropped to his knees and tugged his son's shorts down to expose his underwear.

Joe gasped and Luke sneered at him for it.

"Keep watching them," Luke said.

"I'm not gay," Joe reminded Luke.

The boy stood with his blue briefs partly exposed but the bottom of his t-shirt emphasised his thighs and groin scandalously. Joe was left even more aghast as the man tugged the briefs down and a respectable boner popped out.

"You're going to enjoy watching them, aren't you Joe?" Luke asked rhetorically.

The kid had legs like Joe – thin but toned and not hairy. His dad stroked a six in cock in his own face and then put it in his mouth. Were they really father and son? Fucking hell, was that man really sucking his son's cock?

"It turns you on to see a daddy sucking his boy's cock, doesn't it?" Luke almost asked.

"Yes," Joe whimpered and his precum made the gliding motion of his hand slimy and smooth.

"Look at all the other sexy men, Joe. You like that too? You like them watching you?" Luke intoned.

Joe pulled his eyes away from them to watch Luke's friends from the car who were mutually masturbating.

The handsome, lumberjack man with the beard was openly stroking his meat until someone else in the group offered to suck it and the man readily agreed. He was a fascinating combination of rough and gentle, grabbing the head of his sucker and gripping his hair but then stroking the lad's face with the back of his finger.

Luke didn't pull his cock out but he was stroking a lump in his jeans and surveying the erotic organised chaos with the same interest as Joe. Most eyes did not leave Joe. Even when there was blowjobs and hand jobs from compliant partners, the attention was on Joe – naked wet and painfully hard.

"I like it. I like being watched," Joe was compelled to respond.

The father soon stood up, stroking his son as he liked his lips. The boy moaned and then grabbed his dad's crotch. The man grinned, unzipped and pulled out a big dick. Joe could see an explosion of hair above what must have been the biggest cock Joe had ever seen in real life. It was over eight inches and girthy too. His son wrapped a hand around it, or tried too – it was too big for him to fully circumference.

"When you cum, it's going to be the most intense orgasm of your life, isn't it?" Luke asked suddenly.

Joe snapped his eyes to Luke who had pulled out his cock and was stroking it as openly as all the others.

"Yes... yes... can I cum now?" Joe pleased.

"Absolutely not," Luke laughed. "Come here and suck this!"

Joe looked at Luke with a mixture of emotions. He was horny and hard and he was enjoying watching all the sexual displays but was he enjoying it only because Luke had told him to? And even if he was enjoying it of his own free will, it didn't mean he wanted to suck a boy young enough to be his son. Old enough to shave and drive but still a teenager!

"I'm... I'm not gay," Joe protested.

"I know," Luke replied. "You want to suck me off?"

Joe's feet moved without him even replying. He was still stroking himself and watching all the others stroke and suck too. Joe dropped to his knees, the wet ground had made his feet dirty and now his knees too. Joe opened his mouth and Luke pushed his cock into it.

Oh! My! God!

Joe was sucking cock! Men were recording him sucking cock! Joe liked it too. The feel of the hot hardness in his mouth, the swell of boy meat, the juiciness... Luke hadn't told him to enjoy it! Luke pulled his cock out of Joe's mouth and slapped the wet fuck stick across his face.

"Put it back in. You want to take it all the way in?" Luke asked.

Joe didn't have time to verbalise a response because the cock, about six inches long, was pushed back into his mouth. The shaft advanced until Joe could feel it and taste it at the back of his throat. The shaft pulled back and forth while Joe still masturbated himself – getting messier by the minute even though he couldn't cum.

Luke laughed and the feeling travelled through his cock, making the feeling in Joe's mouth more intense. Joe looked up and saw Luke was recording him again – the camera pointed down at the straight, first-time cock-sucker. But that was not what had made Luke laugh.

"Would you look at that?" Luke said rhetorically.

Joe was released from oral sex duties and he turned his head so see the teenage son sucking his dad's cock. Joe didn't know a mouth could stretch that far open. Tears were in the corner of the boy's eyes but he looked happy.

"Are you ok?" Joe found himself asking.

The man pulled his massive cock out of his son's face and the teenager looked over at Joe with surprise. After all, Joe was here because Luke made him – he was there by choice. The concern therefore was rather backwards.

"I'm great. I love sucking cocks," the boy replied.

"Is he really your dad?" Joe asked still pumping his dick.

"Let's say he is," the boy teased him.

"Want to watch him fuck me?" the kid asked.

"What? No! I'm... I'm really not gay," Joe said.

And he was still naked, outdoors, wet and hard. When was this insanity going to end? Two dozen men sexualising a car park – Joe was surprised the police hadn't arrived.

"You want to watch that slutty bottom boy get his ass fucked?" Luke asked.

"Hey!" the lad protested.

"Yes," Joe said.

Joe was allowed to stand up and approach as the man turned his son the face him and pulled his football top up and off. It was very much like a father undressing a young son but the boy was clearly not little or young. He was experienced and happy, grinning as his t-shirt was dumped on the muddy ground. Then he bent over and his dad lined up his 8+ inch monster cock. The boy's ass was smooth and peachy, how was it going to accommodate that massive dick?

"You're curious about how gay men have sex, aren't you?" Luke rhetorically asked.

"Yes," Joe could only answer.

"Take a closer look?" Luke replied.

Joe got closer, watching as the pink hole of the boy's ass spread and the fat, hefty, bare cock slipped inside. The boy moaned loudly and Joe could not believe it as the veiny shaft slid deeper inside.

"You want to try it?" Luke asked but not rhetorically.

Joe looked at Luke in horror and it took a few seconds to realise he did not feel compelled to agree.

"No. Please, I'm not gay," Joe replied.

Luke just shrugged.

"You like watching them fuck though?" Luke asked rhetorically.

"I like it a lot," Joe had to say.

"You want him to suck you while his dad fucks him?" Luke asked.

Joe nodded and found himself standing in front of the bent over teen who was hobbled by the shorts and undies around his ankles. As the lad took Joe's cock into his mouth, Joe could feel the thrusting of the man behind him. The boy's face fucking was assisted by the butt fucking. The man stroked the smooth back of creamy skin.

"You still cannot cum yet? Let it build up, it's going to be really messy. Isn't it Joe?" Luke asked.

The sensation of the expert cock sucking little bottom boy was so intense that Joe had to grip his own hair and dragged his fingers across his face, biting his fist with pleasure.

The other men were still stroking themselves or others. Joe's friends from the car seemed to take turns on their knees and Joe just enjoyed recording Joe's every moment. The lumberjack man was the first, as far as Joe knew, to actually cum and when he did, it was on Joe's thigh.

The man stood beside him like a dog lifting his leg to mark territory and then he fired a stream of cum on Joe's leg. A moment later and cum was landing on Joe's bare butt. For all the sexual tableau had been going on, they were all still dressed. Joe was the only one who was naked and the only one under Luke's control.

"I'm going to cum, boy," the man fucking his son said.

The kid stopped sucking long enough to reply.

"As much as I'd love you to fill my ass, it would be a waste to not spunk on him," the lad said disgracefully.

The man agreed, pulling out and shooting over the top of his son's ass, back and head – the thick ropes landed on Joe's chest and abdomen. The final spurts contaminated his son's back and splashed across his buttocks but most of the impressive load was now on Joe. The man whacked his giant cock on the small of his son's small ass and the kid giggled.

The teenager put Joe's cock back in his mouth, sucking and slurping on it as his dad pushed a cum-coated cock back into his arse. The spunky erection slid into the boy who had to hold on to Joe's hips as he was fucked in the ass for another minute. When the big man stopped his vigorous fucking, his son had stopped sucking and with his dad no longer stuffing his guts, the lad straightened up.

"Did you like that, Joe?" Luke asked rhetorically.

"Yes... I want to cum so bad," Joe found himself moaning pleadingly.

"You liked watching a man have anal sex with his own son? I thought you were straight?" Luke mocked him.

"I... I am..." Joe maintained.

"Joe, get on your knees and finish him off," Luke ordered. "Pretend he's your son."

Joe dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. The shirtless lad with shorts and briefs around his ankles grabbed the root of his erection and waved his cock in Joe's face. Joe kissed the wet head and then sucked the head into his mouth. The kid's cock tasted delicious. The shaft slid inside Joe's mouth and the teenager put his hands on Joe's head.

"I didn't even ask you a rhetorical question," Luke passed remark.

Joe hadn't even noticed that he had not been induced to suck the boy's penis.

"Oh yea, suck it!" the boy said extatically. "Oh, that's amazing."

Joe didn't have much time to think about how he was surrounded by men watching him orally pleasure a teenager because the kid pulled his cock out with haste and then shot hot cum into Joe's face. Like father, like son, the load was impressive. Hot and abundant, Joe's face was splashed with five powerful spurts before the contractions were too weak to cross the distance.

"Oh fuck," Joe said.

The feel of the sticky, gooey, sloppy, creamy, lumpy mixture on his face was gross and strange...

"You liked that, right?" Luke asked.

...and strangely appealing.

"Yes," Joe confessed.

Joe no longer knew if it was because Luke wanted him to say it or because he really had enjoyed the disgusting acts of sexual deviance.

"You just can't help yourself doing anything a boy tells you to, can you?" Luke mocked.

Joe whimpered and looked up, embarrassed and ashamed but still turned on, excited and, if he were honest, he wouldn't take these moments back if he could. He had enjoyed it.

"Do you know what a cumdump is, Joe?" Luke asked.

Joe looked at him with a mixture of horror an intrigue.

"You want to be a cumdump, don't you?" Luke suggested.

"Yes. Please, please everyone cum on me," Joe replied.

It was humiliating to hear himself beg to be blasted with ejaculate. One by one, the men queued up to cum on him. Every single one of the men and young men blasted jizz onto Joe's back, chest, abdomen, legs, head and hair and face... Joe had never felt so degraded and contaminated.

"You love man cum, don't you?" Luke said.

"Yes," Joe said – feeling the spunk of many men sink over his lips.

"You liked boy cum too, didn't you?" Luke asked.

Luke was the last person still hard and stroking.

"Y- yes," Joe agreed.

"You want me to jizz on you, don't you?" Luke asked.

"Yes. Please cum all over me," Joe begged.

"Ok," Luke said.

Luke finished himself off with enthusiastic strokes and only when he was at the very edge of orgasm did he speak again.

"You want to open your mouth, Joe? You want to eat my sperm?" Luke asked.

"Oh yes," Joe answered.

Joe opened his mouth and found the cock stuffed into it. A moment later, his mouth was filled with the boy's cum. The claggy, creamy deposit coated Joe's tongue and slopped down his throat.

"Eat it all now, won't you?" Luke said.

Joe nodded and swallowed. It tasted kinda gross. The salty sweetness and the consistency were just strange. And Joe was straight! He'd never sucked cock or swallowed semen before.

"Stand up and I'll let you cum," Luke said.

Joe stood up. He became aware of all the camera phones being aimed at him again. How long had they been degrading his twilight humiliation? From Luke's friends to the lumberjack man, the man and his shirtless son, the twenty other people and Luke himself – every one of them was about to record Joe's final embarrassment.

"This orgasm going to be really intense for you," Luke warned. "The influence and the cum all over you..."

Influence was such an ambiguous term. Voodoo, magic, mind control, hypnotism – whatever it was, Joe did not know how it could make his orgasm more intense.

"Are you ready?" Luke asked.

Joe nodded.

"You want to jerk off for us, don't you?" Luke said. "Even though we're filming you?"

"Yes," Joe replied and he was able to grab his cock and stroke it.

"Even though we could share the video online and anyone might see it?" Luke added.

"Yes," Joe agreed – the sensation getting more intense.

"Even though your covered in men's cum and we can see your naked body?" Luke pressed harder.

"Oh my god, yes," Joe affirmed as he stroked his harder and harder cock.

"Even though we can see your face and you have no anonymity?" Luke continued to build the pressure.

"Oh... fuck... oh... no... yes!" Joe cried out.

He hadn't thought much about it. It had been humiliating to be naked and then hard and then all this orgy-like sleaze but his face? What if someone he knew came across the video online? His friends or family, his neighbour... his neighbour's hot son? What?

"You can cum now, if you want to?" Luke asked rhetorically.

Joe pumped and tugged on his aching cock. His balls were heavy and sore. His hand was sloppy and wet. The head of his cock was so slick with rain, sweat and twenty men's cum that his hand slipped off several times.

Them the orgasm happened.

"Oh! My! Fucking! God!" Joe screamed.

He literally screamed; it was so intense!

His hot cum spurted and flowed but not like a normal orgasm. It wasn't even a heavy load. The cum that short forth was like emptying the fullest bladder he'd ever had. The pissing himself analogy didn't work for him, so Joe's head pictured a garden hose instead. He was still pumping his cock and squeezing the shaft as it discharged. The spray of cum was continuous and the associated orgasm was absolutely magnificent.

His cum was milky, hot and loose. It sprayed up his chest and abdomen with gravity pulling it down over his legs. Joe waved his cock as he whimpered and squealed, washing his shoulders and arms with his own spunk.

"Look down, will you?" Luke said with a hitch of amusement.

Joe looked down into the flow and blasted his face with the current of semen. As he pumped on his aching erection the mess went everywhere. Joe's hair, head and face were washed with spunk and it still didn't stop.

"Oh please..." Joe whined.

Unfortunately, he was still looking into the tide of jizz which then filled his mouth. Joe coughed and spluttered on it, tasting and swallowing his own impossible orgasmic emission.

"Spray your legs and feet too?" Luke said.

Joe tugged his painful erection into a position that would allow him to hose down his legs and feet. The puddle of milky fluid around Joe's feet was absolutely disgusting. His feet were awash with it.

"You want to stop now, Joe?" Luke said lazily.

Joe lifted his cock to wash his abdomen again, creamy ejaculate filled his belly button but there was a blessed relief. The flow slowed to a trickle and then a few pathetic spurts. Joe almost collapsed to his knees but even that was too much effort. The stunned disbelief of the spectators was deafening. In the background there was the sound of traffic from the nearby road and a breeze disturbed the almost-bare trees but there was otherwise silence.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen," said the shirtless boy.

The lad had pulled up his shorts but the teen's football top was still in the mud. Maybe Joe could wear it?

"Fucking hell," the lad's dad agreed.

One by one, phones were put away and the men returned to their cars. Joe didn't know their names and probably couldn't choose them out of a line-up if he needed to but they would never forget him.

The kid picked up his t-shirt and waved jauntily as he chased his dad to their car and climbed inside. As quickly as it had all started, it was over and the interest of the spectators was replaced with degrading dismissal.

One of Luke's friends – was it Walt or Hendry? Joe couldn't remember who was who – looked at his watch. Joe wasn't even sure what time it was. Early evening now?

"We need to get going, Luke," he said.

"You want to walk home like that?" Luke asked cruelly.

Joe started walking towards the slope that would lead to the road and Luke and his friends laughed at the naked and cum-coated man. Even Joe's back was covered in jizz that had dripped out of his hair and down the nape of his neck. Not to mention the multiple men who had cum on his back before his own orgasm. Joe's cock was flaccid now but it was six inches of obscenely bloated and floppy meat topped with pubes that were matted with spunk.

"No..." Joe cried.

Though the thought of walking home was strangely appealing too. Just like watching the father and son or sucking Luke's cock had held a certain post facto appeal.

"Ok, wait!" Luke said. "You want to put your shorts on again?"

Joe stopped and turned around to see Luke holding out the shorts. He took a step forward to take them but Luke tossed them forward and, failing to catch them, Joe watched them drop into the muddy ground. In fairness, Joe could barely move. His cock and balls hurt so fucking much that he couldn't walk straight. They hurt with an element of schadenfreude – Joe enjoyed the aching discomfort.

Joe picked up the shorts and slipped his bare feet into them, pulling them up his legs which were still greasy with cum. The combination of damp shorts with the moist and saggy feeling in Joe's jizz-coated groin was a strange feeling. The sensitive head of Joe's cock flared responsively as it made contact with the fabric. The six inches of droopy penis refused to get smaller and sagged inside the front of the shorts to make them look even more obscene than the repulsive man inside them.

"Can I have my trainers and t-shirt back too?" Joe asked.

"No," Luke replied.

Luke turned away, following his friends to their car and leaving Joe dumbfounded.

"Why? Why did you choose me for all this?" Joe asked of everything that had happened.

"Opportunity?" Luke suggested. "Honestly, I thought you looked really hot."

Joe blushed and looked away.

"Enjoy your walk home?" Luke said with his influential rhetorical timbre.

Joe felt freer to interpret this parting message so instead of going towards the road he headed towards the pitch-black canal path. It was a slightly longer route but it was hard to walk straight and he would rather limp home unobserved than along the main road where he'd look like a rent boy who hadn't washed for a year.

Plus, he was still barefoot and shirtless. There was no dignified way to get home but the path would keep him out of view for as much of the walk as possible. What would have been a 16-minute run took Joe more than twenty-five minutes. Again, he was barefoot and his cock was still aching.

Joe could hardly comprehend how his soft cock was still so big, bulging in the shorts and the tip threatening to flop out the leg of the running shorts.

Joe swept his hand through his hair, squeezing his own ball juice out and slopping it down his back. He shook his hand to dislodge the mess, like a dog shaking to get dry, and then dragged his hand down his face. Again, it came away absolutely slimy with thick and colling filth. Joe wiped his hand on his shorts, further contaminating his only piece of clothing.

There was simply too much gross mess to get clean but the rain that had stopped was returning – just a gentle shower that caused his shorts to cling to his butt, showing the skin through them. Worse, the shape and colour of his distended but flaccid willy shone through the fabric too.

Joe was cold when he stepped off the canal path and back onto a pedestrian pavement. Thankfully the washout from the rain was still dissuading anyone sensible from venturing out. It was a mild night despite it being winter; Joe was glad this had happened in winter when the sun set in the afternoon. If this had happened in the summer, he'd have been at that bus stop in bright daylight and that would have been even worse!

Joe blushed and tried not to look as he saw two young men walking their dogs across the street. The looked at him like he was a freak – shirtless and barefoot in stained shorts? The light rain left beads of water on Joe's skin – or on his cum. He hoped the lads couldn't even see the cum stains.

Joe counted the roads he'd need to walk on, calculating the fastest and then least obtrusive routes home. Sadly, he was more likely to be seen on the fastest route so he took a longer one to limit exposure. It still involved walking along house-lined streets, being passed by cars and the occasional human who had ventures out after the storm.

Finally, Joe stepped into his own street and was nearly home. He was about walk into his garden when his stomach dropped. His neighbour and his son were in their garden and they spotted him as he passed their front gate.

"Joe?" Peter asked in surprise. "Are you ok?"

His neighbour's concern was quite touching.

"Yes... yes, I'm fine," Joe replied and tried to make a hasty exit.

"You've no trainers on," Peter said.

"No... they got wet and... lost?" Joe said.

What was he meant to say?

"Your t-shirt get lost too?" asked Ben.

Ben – his neighbour's son who, while under Luke's influence, Joe had thought was hot. He was a good-looking boy – still dressed in his school uniform. His white shirt interrupted by his school tie. Joe couldn't remember how old the lad was – big for a boy in his early teens or average for a lad in his mid-late teens.

"I guess so," Joe said.

Joe was so grateful he could lie.

"You look really good," Ben said with a wicked grin. "Doesn't he dad?"

"Ummm... yes..." Peter agreed politely.

Joe could see the man looking him up and down, feeling faintly sick as he did so. Barefoot in muddy and soiled shorts? The size of his fucking dick pressing against the fabric? The weird sheen of... what was that all over Joe's skin?

"I've been learning about body dysmorphia and body confidence lately. It's uncommon to see someone who's so self-assured," Ben said.

"Yes. Most people would be very embarrassed... I mean... you look fine," Peter tried to cover what was about to be a criticism.

"Would you let dad take a picture of me with you?" Ben asked wickedly.

"Oh, Ben... I don't think that's a good idea," Peter said. "Joe probably wants to get inside. And have a shower."

"Please dad? You don't mind, do you Joe?" Ben asked.

There was no influence behind the words. No magic or voodoo or whatever it was Luke had done to Joe. More pictures? What was going on? If Joe agreed, it would be of his own free will.

"Ummm..." Joe answered.

"C'mon, let's do it," Ben said with conviction.

"Ok," Joe agreed – to his, Ben's and Peter's surprise.

Why?!

"Great. My friends will get a real..." Ben was about to say "a real kick out of this" but stopped. "A real education about not being self-conscious or embarrassed."

Joe then found himself pressed up against the boy next door. Ben was an inch taller and more muscular – a build made for rugby. Ben's skin felt warm though his shirtsleeves. Ben put his arm around Joe, his finger sinking into a layer cum as they curled around Joe's shoulder.

The schoolboy grinned happily as the shirtless and barefoot man in barely functional running shorts dripped with cum. Peter took the picture and thanked Joe though he was clearly bewildered (and trying not to show disgust) by what was going on.

"I need to head to work. Make sure you do your homework," Peter told his son as he headed for his car.

Ben waved his dad off as he reversed out the driveway and vanished along the road. Joe turned to walk back towards his house – dreaming of a hot shower.

"You smell like a glory hole," Ben said, causing Joe to stop.

"Sorry," Joe said, turning back to Ben with his eyes cast down.

"I wasn't complaining," Ben replied.

Quite unexpectedly, Ben slipped a finger into the front of Joe's shorts and pulled the waistband out. He peeked in and saw Joe's bloated, six-inch flaccid penis. Ben grinned and let the waistband go with a snap.

"My dad's working night shift..." Ben said as he sauntered back towards his own home. "And my mum and brother won't be back for a while."

"Yes?" Joe replied nervously.

"Come inside," Ben commanded seductively. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Joe could have refused, right?

He was no longer under Luke's rhetorical influence, was he?

And he was straight! Right?

"Yes. I'd like that," Joe answered.

To be continued...

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