The Exam

Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional occurrences. It contains sexual acts between males in high school as well as with males beyond high school age. There are scenes of definite humiliation, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.

Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm. Finally, thanks to all you loyal readers who have stuck with this story through all the years. This next chapter took too long, but hope you enjoy it. So many more guys want their story told, and all I could do was agree.

Also: although this story does stand alone, the reader is strongly advised to begin at the beginning, as prosaic as that sounds. The characters in this chapter have long and tarnished histories which can be read in earlier chapters. This will make this chapter more "rewarding".

"Joel! Telephone!"

"Mom who is it?" Joel Merklins was sitting in the bathtub, giving a great deal of thought to shaving his pubes for only the second time in his life. The last time there had been some serious shit in the locker room, but if truth be told he liked how it ended up not that he would ever admit it. And better how it made his dick feel, and look!

"Joel it's your cousin" Joel heard through the door "and he wants to know why you didn't call him back."

"Tell him I'm dead" Joel groaned "tell him I drowned" making weak splashing sounds "you found me face down and -- "

"You've been in there long enough!" came the dulcet voice a few feet closer to the door "he's right here" she said into the phone "I'll just go in there and let you -- "

"MOM!" but Joel was struggling free of the slippery tub, his bathrobe already around his large frame "okay okay I'm coming."

"He's coming" came his mom's voice "why is that funny?" she asked the door as it opened, a cloud of humid air condensing around Joel like budget special effects.

"It ain't" Joel took the cordless from her grasp, ignoring that chronic eye-roll "hey!"

"Hey yourself!" Randy barked "so?"

"S-s-so...?" watching his mom recede down the hall, down the stairs and out of earshot "what so?"

"You were supposed to -- "

"You really expect me to...?"

"What? Is she still there? And tell me she ain't drooling over your naked -- "

"Sick, Randy! Naw she left. Look, I er I mean y'know forgot like t'call n'all like I just got busy is all, okay?" like Joel was going to tell his cousin the real reason he blew him off the night before, the reason Joel so much as heard Randy's name and he got all shivery hot inside. Because ever since Thanksgiving Joel had been working up a sweat doing everything possible to keep randy Randy at arm's length and "off the track" he told himself. Like the last thing he needed was to be reminded that he had thrown a boner, a big nasty boner the size of the Washington Monument with Randy in the other bed and with Joel's luck his cousin making motions like Randy was maybe jacking off! And Joel all boned within striking distance of a relative no less! Within armslength of his cousin Randy, the effortless athlete, the lazy achiever, the ever-horny smart-ass who took such great pains to keep Joel flustered and off balance, a slip of the tongue here, a sneaky gesture there, "accidentally" mortifying Joel every chance he could. In subtle surrupticious ways only Joel was designed to notice, only Joel would be able to catch those muttered comments just filthy enough to make him want to dig himself a hole deep enough to hide for the rest of the school year. "Oh no Joel's spilled on his lap again, he can't get up Aunt Rae" meaning: Don't know how my foot found his crotch so now he's probably boned, hee hee. Or "Get yer ass in the pool Joel, the water ain't that cold" meaning: those size 30-waist swim trunks I loaned you gonna make you show dick, ha ha. Or the ever-favorite "Joel, how's that flute practice coming?" with Randy's dropped hand giving the most sly rub along his outlined cock so only Joel could see. Yeah, Joel hated that one most of all.

"Suddenly too busy for your awesomest best buddy?" Randy teased then heard the rattled silence "aw c'mon we were just kidding it was a joke already, get over it."

"Yeah, joke, real funny" Joel juggled the phone trying to get dressed "you two are a real laugh riot."

"C'mon he didn't actually mean it. He didn't know you really hadda pee so bad."

"Like you two didn't think that was gonna happen and you two keep pushing those Super Slurps back to me, huh?"

"You looked... thirsty" Randy chuckled. It wasn't like Joel actually pissed the backseat of Randy's friend Stan's car or anything. Like Stan needed to worry. Or Randy for that matter "and what's funnier than bumpy country roads with a full bladder right? And besides that was YEARS AGO."

"Like this fall. Regular fuckin hilarious" Joel made sure the door was closed "so remind me again, what's the purpose of this little call, cuz? Or you just wanna get your -- "

"The next sound you hear" and Joel heard the downstairs doorbell and a I'll-get-it from his dad. Like he needed his dad's endless snooping at that point "will be -- "

"Shit! That you?" Joel threw on a t-shirt and shoes fast "you HERE?"

"Joel! Randy's here" came his dad's voice bellowing through the floor.

"You are SUCH a shit" Joel started sweating fast, then "I'm up here" racing for the door, hoping to cut short any conversation between those two -- he tore down the stairs two at a time, almost tugging loose the decorations twisted around the railing, hearing Randy's "yes mom's fine, she's still expecting you tomorrow for oh yeah this is from her" then seeing that bastard buttering up his parents with some wrapped presents, all loving dutiful nephew, sugary smiles and faultless innocence. Joel wanted to throttle him "there you are."

"Now Joel be nice to Randy" his mom purred "he truly did not have to come out in this bad weather and all."

"Of course I did" Randy purred right back "Joel promised to show me how to get over some nasty tricks on that new game of his" winking so only Joel could see "cause Joel's the best at games, right?"

"Yeah right" the last thing Joel wanted was any of his shit in front of the rents "so..."

"Let's hit your bedroom" already passing Joel and heading for the stairs.

"You two staying home this afternoon?" Joel prayed his parents might leave the house in the most rapid, weather-notwithstanding manner.

"Joel did you look outside?" his father growled "if you would get your head out from all those video games of yours you'd know it's snowing like crazy out there."

"Oh, a white Christmas, how wonderful" his mom beamed like it was all her doing.

"Yeah, wonderful" Joel smiled his best fake smile, and followed Randy up the stairs, then under his breath "you're in SUCH deep shit. Promise me you won't start -- "

"We'll be quiet" Randy said over his shoulder "don't mind us."

"He's such a nice boy" and his mom went back to rearranging the ornaments on the back of the tree.

"You're SUCH a wuss" Randy closed the door behind them "the way you dance around playing that shit in front of them, let them jerk you around -- "

"And you're such a bullshitter" Joel returned "playing all that `picture perfect nephew' shit. Knowing you I bet those boxes are even empty, something you'd pull. Bet you're just bullshitting them into -- "

"They're not from me dickhead, they're from my rents. Keeping everyone happy that's me."

"Okay well just..." Joel watched Randy watching him like a hawk. As much as he hated to admit it, having his cousin in his bedroom like this was having a direct effect on his crotch, not that he'd ever admit it. Randy stood there shaking off his leather jacket, pulling his sweatshirt over his head revealing that bare section of his slightly hairy belly. Ever the pricktease, Joel snarled to himself, willing his cock to go down. He tried not to remember how the rest of Randy looked, his tightly ripped muscled body, his pecs with that little bit of brown hair between them, the way the veins popped on his biceps, his shoulders wide and...

"Okay show's over" Randy stuffed his faded blue t-shirt back into his pants "let's do it!"

Joel panicked until he saw Randy plop himself down on the floor, grab the game controls and power up something he brought over. When he patted the floor next to him, Joel did not know whether to stay or flee. But with his parents patrolling the hallway every five point two minutes, that escape route was blocked. Of course there was always the window.

"Oh relax already" Randy scratched himself down there"I mean how much trouble can I -- I mean we get into with... THEM" nodding towards the hall "right there."

So Joel eased his large frame down to the floor, leaving several inches of air between their hips and without any further warning proceeded to beat Randy's ass one two three.

After several games which Randy continued to lose despite Joel's frustrated attempts at pointers, Joel continued to hope for the chance the rents might go shopping or join the circus or something! He sat with one ear towards the door hoping to hear them finally leave on some forgotten last-minute errand. No such luck.

"So Mister Can't Lose High Score, you think you're so smart, huh?" Randy smirked, jabbing Joel in the ribs.

"Knock it off!" Joel squealed and twisted away "that -- "

"Tickles right?" and the fingers went to town on both of Joel's pits. The shrieks that came from Joel brought a knock at the door so fast.

"Boys! Are you okay in there?" came his mom's voice so close to the door Joel expected to hear her eyeglasses scraping off the paint.

"Ah-eh... oh..." Joel tried to pull away but Randy had him squeezed against the bed with nowhere to slide "ahhHH!"

"Joel?" the doorknob started to turn.

"You better answer her fast" Randy whispered, his fingers poised a few inches above Joel's nipples.

"Ah oh I..." Joel's eyes were wide with panic, his face flushed and barely able to catch his breath "I... everything's fine" watching those fingers dancing over his chest by no more than an inch "we were... just... the game was too... exciting. We'll be more quiet."

"Randy, keep Joel under control" his mom gushed, her footsteps finally receding.

"That was close wasn't it?" Randy took the opportunity to pin Joel's back to the floor and straddle him "we don't want her in here do we?" looking around the room "seeing you all outa breath, right?"

"Fuck you" Joel groaned under the weight "you almost got me in trouble."

"Almost got us BOTH in trouble you mean..." Randy's fingers traced around the opening of Joel's shirt "you all outa breath like you been pullin at the bone or shit."

"Knock that off! Geez you're such a perv" Joel tried to bat those fingers away, but Randy's knees were almost enough to prevent it "I mean it Randy! Stop, get off me!"

"Ticklish arncha?" two of the fingers slid down until they were dangerously close to those damp armpits "ya wouldn't want me doing this again" three quick jabs into his pits "again right?"

"AHH!" Joel gasped before Randy's hand came down over his mouth.

"You don't wanna bring the rents back here now, do you?"

"Get! OFF! me!" Joel hissed, trying to buck him off. But all that did was focus Joel on the physical contact between their lower regions. He knew he could send Randy flying across the room with a good buck if he wanted. And if the room were soundproofed. He was much bigger and for all purposes as strong as his cousin but that ran the risk of creating enough bangs and bumps to "bring the rents" as Randy threatened. He did not want to push Randy's reckless mood somewhere his narrow room could not handle unless he felt the crazy horny urge, unless his arrow went into the red. So he made a dramatic display of writhing and struggling, as silently as his big frame would allow, trying not to telegraph his oppressor how much all of this wrestling was getting him hot and sticky. And his arrow red.

"Not a chance Mister High Score beat me by twenty-five hundred points" Randy could feel the resistance below him shifting in his favor. He pinned Joel's arms by his sides with his legs, freeing his hands for more important things "so y'know you're gonna be tickled, it's just a matter of where next... here?" going for his ribs "here?" his rapidly hardening nipples "here?" the restricted armpits "or... here!" reaching behind him and brushing Joel's crotch.

"NO!" Joel half-screamed, half-whispered "knock it OFF PERV! Don't!"

"Oh the big booboo can't handle even that" his fingers returning to Joel's chest.

"Stop it I mean it!"

"Make me... make me stop."

"Randy don't make me hurt you..."

"Don't make me tickle you -- "

"Don't make me -- "

"What'll y'give me..." Randy's face got that expression Joel learned to fear "if I stop?" his right hand massaging Joel's nipple "huh cousin?"

"Don't Randy I mean it!"

"Waiting..."

"Damn, knock it off! My mom's gonna walk in here any second okay?"

"Okay if I stop... if!" the hand reaching behind him until it was again hovering two inches above Joel's overheated crotch "if I maybe cut you some slack then..."

"Then WHAT?" Joel was desperate. He could almost hear his mom breathing on the other side of his door, her hand glued to the doorknob, just waiting for the right moment to spring the trap she and Randy had been concocting since Thanksgiving.

"Just a little experiment is all..."

"Ex PERIMENT??? What the fuck you mean EXPERI-"

"Thought you'd finally ask. No reason to get all freaked out, ain't nothin remotely like what your oversexed, overheated hormone-poisoned brain is coming up with. In fact you don't gotta do a thing, you don't gotta move a muscle. All y'gotta do it just chill out, okay cuz?"

"Yeah right" Joel was not blind, he could see the little gears whirling away behind those squinting eyes "like I'm gonna trust you."

"We don't want any more... misunderstandings" Randy removed his hand from its position hovering over Randy's hardon "like that one night, right?"

"What night???" Joel knew exactly what night.

"So all y'gotta do is trust me, and then you don't haveta worry about -- nah, it ain't that. All ya gotta do is promise not to move a muscle and stop all this squirming, got it?"

"Fat chance" more fake bucking against Randy's butt.

"I mean it Joel" the hand back and resting on Joel's hip, close enough to be a threat but innocent enough to trick him into overreacting "not like you got anything to worry about happening with your mom inches away, right?"

"What are you getting at, Randy?"

"Yes or no?"

"You better not try anything funny, I mean it" Joel's defenses revealing a huge crack.

"Who me?" purring like a candidate for eagle scout.

"Yeah you. None of your kinky-ass shit, I mean it Randy."

"Fuck no" the hand inched closer to the inside of Joel's thigh "like I get off on getting all weird kinky-ass with a lump like you -- "

"HEY!" regretting it as soon as he yelled. They both held their breaths waiting for the doorknob to turn.

"Shit Joel... " Randy bit his lip to keep from snickering "like I loose sleep thinking of ways to get into your pants."

"Okay that's sick even for you."

"So we're clear here?" Randy had him pinned and out of steam "ain't nothin to worry about from me. All y'gotta do is lay still and..." his fingers went for the prize.

"Randy! Are you nuts? That's my crotch!"

"Don't struggle, you agreed" toying with Joel's zipper enough to get his eyes to bug out "you don't think I actually want to play with your nasty sticky dick do you?" the zipper down an inch "like I want your mom coming in here seeing your fly open, your hard dick out -- "

"NO!" Joel hissed "don't!"

"So ya gonna lie there quiet and take your punishment?" pulling the zipper up and down several times to make his point.

"Damn you Randy... this is totally sicko pervo" combined with Joel's arm and shoulder muscles relaxing "get your hands away from my junk and for cryin out loud don't bring the rents down on us okay?"

"So y'gonna play nice now and we get to the bottom of this?" Randy raised himself up to his knees "or I go see if your mom wants to join us?"

"We ain't playin Randy, enough."

"Up to you" Randy slid off him "you give up and take your licks or I leave all pissed off and get the rents asking all sorts of questions they -- "

"You bastard! y'fuckin win..." Joel closed his eyes, dreading and hoping that hand might return to its former hot zone "just no more noise okay?"

"Like a mouse" Randy looked around the room for the game controls. He found them kicked under the bed and retrieved them, starting level four "that'll be noise enough, unless you start squealing like a little girl again."

He looked down at Joel doubled up next to his bed, his hair plastered to his broad forehead. A great big bug trapped in a skillfully crafted web, he chuckled.

"Hot in here, huh?" he reached down and tugged his t-shirt free of his jeans "your parents must be rich, keeping your place so hot. Shit, my folks keep our place freezing. Real lucky you are" pulling his shirt free, standing over Joel barechested watching Joel's eyes travelling downward right on cue "damn, maybe Stan was right. After you got all green in the car he tried to convince me you'll like totally gay and -- "

"I ain't gay!" Joel spat, struggling to his knees and threatening to tackle Randy onto his bed.

"You want me callin your mom?"

"NO!"

"Then back down on the floor like you were and no more shit, Joel."

"Don't call me gay okay?" Joel knew that night when he stole peeks watching Randy maybe jacking off would come back to bite him in the worst way. He told himself over and over again Randy could not have seen him in the darkness.

"Hell I don't think you're gay" Randy's hand went to his belt buckle, unsnapping it with a nasty sound "just maybe curious is all, right?" undoing the buckle and snap on his jeans "like when you were thirteen right?" and down inched his own fly, a prominent white cotton bulge ballooning out "like I didn't see you in the dark..."

"You didn't see shit!" Joel hissed, his eyes everywhere but on that ripped torso looming over him. And he was going to let his nasty cousin catch him stealing looking at his open front now. Not a fuckin chance "it was dark I was asleep."

"I didn't need to see you" Randy hovered over Joel, wanting nothing more than to lean forward and bury his hot crotch in that jock's mouth. But that would have to wait for another time. Today he was going to settle for getting Joel's number one way or the other. Ever since that night Randy harbored serious doubts about his big cousin's interests. Sure, a lot of it was just a testosterone-toxic teenager trying to keep it in his pants. But Randy suspected there was more to it, that perhaps he had found a partner in crime, as it were. And having all this free time during the holiday break was too good an opportunity to let slip through his spasming fingers "I could hear you, dumbass."

"So I'm a dumbass now huh?" and this time Randy put up little fight when Joel tackled him and wrestled him across the floor.

"You boys better keep in quiet in there!" came the baritone voice of Joel's dad from the hall.

"Sorry dad!" Joel sputtered "we got carried away."

"I mean it Joel!"

"Sorry" from both of them fast.

"Damnit Randy! Get dressed before he comes in here and sees you!"

"You so don't want that t'happen, do ya?" Randy got to his feet, his hands at his jeans. Joel sighed with relief seeing that, assuming this odd game of chicken was over. When he saw Randy finish unzipping himself and step out of his jeans he panicked "damn it's so fuckin hot up here."

"Damnit put your clothes ON!" but Joel was at the door making sure it was locked. With a chair in front of it for good measure "I mean it Randy!"

"Back on the floor on your back and we'll talk about it."

"No fuckin way!"

"Uncle Bill!" Randy yelled almost loud enough to be heard "Joel's not playing fair!"

"Shut UP!" Joel pressed his head against the door, dreading the sound of footsteps approaching "shut up!"

"And because it's so hot up here, and because you didn't play nice before" Randy put his hands on his hips daring Joel to look "this is the uniform of the day. Strip."

"You're crazy!"

"And you're totally fucked if you don't!" a bit louder "Uncle Bill!"

"Shut the fuck UP!" Joel hissed, his hand trembling on the doorknob.

"Do it cousin -- "

"Can't we talk about this -- "

"Count of three. One..."

"Randy please! I just got off being grounded."

"Two..."

"Don't do this okay?"

"Two and a half..."

"You'll SO regret this" and off came Joel's t-shirt, almost hitting Randy in the face flying into the closet. Randy ran his eyes over all that red flesh Joel all flushed either from anger or nerves. He would take the victory lap either way.

"O... kay!" Randy kicked out of his shoes and then off came his jeans. When Joel saw all that bared flesh he got even more nervous. And when Randy nodded at Joel's jeans as well, he knew this was way, way beyond his comfort zone.

"Look Randy, maybe this is not a really good idea... I mean the rents come in here and see us" his hand hesitating at his unbuckled jeans "you don't want..."

"Then we gotta be super quiet, huh cuz?" Randy stood with his arms folded over his heaving chest. His white briefs looked fuller than Joel would have expected under the circumstances "loose the jeans bud. C'mon already."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Cause you gotta prove t'me you ain't gay, okay? Stan gets all this weird shit in his head you're like all hot for guys even for him and shit, and the more he talks about it, the more I kinda gotta prove to myself for starters you ain't like just... I dunno... gay or something, okay?"

"Well I ain't okay?"

"And that's what I gotta know. Okay?" nodding at Joel's hesitating hands "the jeans Joel."

"I SO hate you..." but down came the jeans. Luckily the arguing and the near-death experience with the parents collapsed any semi-hard Joel had been nursing seven seconds before. He stepped out of his jeans, covering his crotch with his hands as fast as he could "okay now what?"

"Back on the floor" Randy could not hide his enjoyment of this. Joel reminded himself to play poker with this guy "on your back."

"Not again."

"Again."

Joel slumped to the floor as quietly as he could and lay down as stiff as a board, all muscles bunched tight and all dangerous zones covered. When Randy lowered himself down onto Joel's amble stomach, he had to move his arms before they were broken.

"Okay, five minutes."

"Of what?"

"I get to do anything and if you don't get boned, then I know you ain't gay, got it?"

"So you gonna play with my dick for five minutes" Joel hated and wanted that scenario in equal measure "and I ain't supposed to get hard? What kinda -- "

"Ain't gonna go near your gnarly junk, cuz" Randy smirked "no matter how much you beg for it" his hand running down his stomach until it rested on the waistband of his own briefs "naw, ain't like that."

"So what you... fuck!" Joel lurched as Randy's other hand started tugging at his right nipple "hey!"

"Five minutes and counting" Randy's fingers drawing tighter circles around the nubbing flesh "oh, and no more swearing" nodding his head toward the door "cause I think I hear somebody in the hall so zip it, got it?"

"Damn you" Joel squeezed his eyes shut super-tight, not wanting to see much less feel what might happen next. As Randy promised, that other hand never travelled below his belly button, but what it did to his chest, then his nipples and then pits was something wicked. Joel bit his lip and kept his eyes shut, hoping the ordeal would be over soon, willing his dick not to respond to all the slow then fast, rough then caressing, strokes from that hand. But it was a losing battle. When he felt that butt on his belly start a steady rocking motion he squinted open one eye. As soon as he did he regretted it.

Sitting there with his hard cock and balls hanging free of the fly and inches from his face, Randy's free hand was slowly jacking himself off with a steady determination. Joel had never seen his cousin this hard. Or this close. And no matter what Joel did he could not keep his eyes off that seven inch tube of red hard flesh. When Randy leaned down and dropped a mouthful of spit onto the flared head, Joel groaned.

"Please don't Randy" trying to twist his head to the side, almost praying the door would open and end this "someone's gonna see."

"Only person seeing is..." rising again to his knees and leaning forward until the head of his constricted cock was inches from Joel's gaping mouth "is you, dude."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Cause... of..." and before Joel could intercept the other hand, it landed right on Joel's hard cock "this!" grabbing the pole with a triumphant grip.

"Hey!" Joel yelled a bit too loud.

"Shhhhhh..." Randy murmured, the hand not leaving his discovery "not even two minutes and you throw a rod man..." stuffing his own balls back inside the fly, but leaving his hardon poking free "proof positive Joel. Smoking gun, huh?" and rolling up to one foot.

"Damn you" Joel twisted free, no longer caring who might hear "it ain't what it looks like okay?"

"I don't even have to touch you, you get totally boned Joel" standing up and pulling on his jeans "wow, wait'll Stan finds out he was fuckin right all along."

"NO!" loud enough to bring half the neighborhood running.

"You okay in there?" Joel's mom voice from half-way down the hall. They both froze, Joel barely breathing, Randy barely able to contain his chuckling. He nodded at the door, then down at his still exposed and very shiny hardon.

"Better say something" Randy whispered.

"F-f-fine mom" Joel struggled to his feet, trying not to trip balancing on one foot struggling into his own jeans "Randy's just beating me at --"

"Beating off more like it -- "

"At NBA Final Four and -- "

"Randy, don't pick on Joel" starting to open the door. Joel was at the door so fast he almost flew.

"It's cool mom, we're fine" bracing himself behind the door, his right eyeball through the crack "really."

"Well there are soft drinks and chips downstairs -- Joel?" his mom giving him a strange look "you're all out of breath and where's your shirt?"

"It's hot up here Aunt Rae" Randy's head appeared behind Joel's "can you turn down the heat?"

"Joel, you know how your father is" she gave them both an odder look "but I'll see. You boys gonna be okay in there?"

"We're fine really" Randy pinched Joel's butt out of sight. Joel's eyes went wide but he didn't flinch.

"Okay" and Joel got the door closed fast. He swore he locked it before. This time he did.

"Y'happy now? You almost got us both in big trouble."

"You're the only one in trouble" Randy's clothes were back on him so fast Joel thought he had missed ten minutes to the time thieves "so... about our little situation here."

"Wow... and we ain't got no situation -- "

"One way to find out" and he was standing in front of him face to face, crotch to crotch "but you are a bit underdressed for this."

"How did you DO that?"

"What?" Randy locked eyeballs with Joel.

"No nothing" and Joel's pants and t-shirt were back in place like he was the one ready to fly out the room at a moment's notice "so maybe we better be playing MBA like I said..."

"Or..." Randy took the only chair in the room.

"Or what?"

"Really REALLY hate to have word leak out about..." pointing at Joel's now-covered crotch "that. Like I'm thinkin, us being cousins and all, I'm guessing we need to keep that between us, right cuz?"

"C'mon Randy! You wouldn't dare breathe a word! After all you're as much a part -- you're as guilty as -- "

"So you want me to keep this secret between us" still nodding at Joel's crotch, like that would help matters "right?"

"Fuck yeah."

"Okay, last game today" he smirked "and knowing you this will be a short one."

"C'mon you gotta promise! If the guys on the team found out -- "

"Last game today" putting his fingers to his lips "and I'm zipped, got it?"

"Gonna hate this right?"

"Naw, real easy this one" Randy stood up again, facing Joel inches apart "let's call it The Mirror Game."

"The what?"

"Mirror Game. Goes like this" Randy grabbed Joel's ears of all things "whatever I do, you do. Like we're twins or shit. In a mirror. Got it?"

"This is lame" Joel's hands hesitating within striking distance of Randy's face.

"Agree? We play this game and I don't squeak a peep, okay? Okay cuz?"

"Damn... " Joel grabbed Randy's ears much harder then "so what's the catch?"

"No catch" Randy smirked "whatever I do, you do. If you don't, if you break the game first, then..."

"Then what?"

"Next time at my place. House rules the hour then."

Joel hesitated, fearing his cousin's devious plottings, not daring to imagine what twisted incrimating games he might be plotting for that location. And knowing Randy's tastes in horrible perversities, Joel's mind went to all those fiendish devices and dreadful appliances Joels might have hidden under his bed, in his closet, in that forbidden locked cabinet. But Joel's cock would not let it go.

"That's it? The only rule?"

"Yup, that's it, agree?"

"I know I'm so gonna regret this..."

"You're gonna love it, seriously."

"I really don't know, Randy" Joel so wanted to get into Randy's pants once and for all, and here he was all but handing it to him on a platter. But Joel knew it was a huge leap of faith and did he really trust his crazy-ass cousin?

"Y'gotta trust me" all but eavesdropping on Joel's internal dialog "like I said: we do the Mirror Game and we trust each other, or else..."

"Else what?"

"Football practice could be real... `interesting' for you, right? Especially in the locker room -- "

"Knock it off!"

"All those naked guys and you throwing a bone and they just know you're into guys."

"I mean it! If I do this you don't say shit, got it Randy?"

"So you agree huh?" Randy bit his lip to keep from grinning.

"F-f-fine, but you promise you don't say shit to nobody" and his dick nodded its approval and kept nodding. Joel knew once his cousin figured out he was totally hot for him, Joel would be on the receiving end of even worse tricks. So maybe, just maybe if he fed him a bit more rope, Randy would find a way to hang himself. As his dick chanted more-rope more-rope Joel squinted "you SWEAR Randy?"

"Promise swear whatever, so you agree?"

"Fine, shit, okay" Joel agreed, inching the tiny snowball downhill, feeking out a few more inches of thickening rope, the consequences of his horny stupidity he could never begin to imagine. It was such a small bargain, a small agreement to keep his "dirty little secret" hidden and maybe get something worse on him. His last shread of doubt concerning Randy's game disappeared once Randy's hands tugged Joel's t-shirt free of his very warm pants, expecting Joel's to do the same to his own. The two of them stood face to face, their t-shirts hanging loosely from their chests as first Randy's then Joel's hands went rubbing upwards toward each other's chests, their nipples encircled, pinched and rubbed. Joel was the first to gasp with the effect.

"Sheesh..." he closed his eyes, his two nubs growing hard and firm under Randy's expert manipulations. His own fingers were enjoying the loose hairs around Randy's aureoles, those small tight nipples finally responding in turn "damn Randy..."

"Feels kinda hot and maybe kinda kinky and wrong, huh?"

"Like I'd admit it" and Joel wished he could be filming all this so he could have Randy over the barrel for a change. He knew where this was going and knew he was gonna end up on the winning side no matter what it took.

"You don't gotta" his fingers driving Joel crazy "these say it all" and to make sure there was no ambiguity about the developing game, Randy's fingers were next at Joel's belt buckle, unfastening it, and unsnapping the front of his jeans.

"C'mon Randy" Joel whispered "we gotta?" his cock saying: oh yeah!

"Oh yeah Joel, we so gotta" the front of his jeans open. He waited a few moments while Joel's hands hesitated, then Randy's pants were open as well. The heat from their combined crotches rose up to their noses like a grease fire. Randy's jeans were the first to hit the floor, Joel's a few seconds later, with Randy's help getting them past Joel's thick thighs. Randy's hands returned to Joel's front, then the waistband of his briefs were the next to be assaulted. This time Joel's hands did not match his.

"Joel, you gonna forfeit?"

"C'mon Randy, what more y'want from me okay? Y'got me agreein t'doin this totally gay shit okay? Don't make me -- "

"Ain't making you do nothin cuz" one finger running inside the waistband back and forth, teasing and tickling "you mirror or forfeit" the finger digging deep and finding the top of Joel's bristly pubes. Joel gulped and closed his eyes, forcing his fingers to find Randy's underwear blindly. The back of his hand accidentally grazed a hardening tube pushing out from the front. Once he felt that, Joel's cock began the slow and inevitable climb to full, unmistakeable bone. He had to lean backwards to prevent their two cocks from banging together. As soon as he did Randy's hands were behind Joel's back beneath his briefs and rubbing against the bare flesh of Joel's large and firm butt cheeks. Joel's hands tried to stay within the safe zone around Randy's navel. He heard a "harrumph" from Randy and knew his hands had to find Randy's tight buttocks next. Randy pulled their crotches together and started a slow grinding back-and-forth, pulling the back of Joel's briefs downward as he did. It was only their tight grips that kept the fronts in place. But not for long.

"Give it up cousin" Randy's face was against Joel's neck "you want this to happen, you're just too chickenshit to say it out loud."

"Damn..." was all Joel could say. When he felt Randy tug his briefs down to his knees, he knew he had to do the same. The next thing he allowed himself to feel was the contact of hard warm flesh against his bare hardon. Their two cocks were rubbing into and against each other, very boned and very aroused. Joel's thick hard cockhead was pressed against Randy's iron-hard tube, almost as thick but twice as veiny. Joel felt rather than saw how turned on they both were, their hardons touching then battling each other, two puzzle pieces threatening to complete a dangerous whole.

"Yeah... let it happen Joel" Randy was stepping out of his briefs, waiting for Joel to do the same. Joel knew his boat was already long torpedoed so he had to make sure the damage was equal on both sides. Feeling their mutual hardons gave Joel his first taste of victory, knowing his cousin was as dick-hungry as he was. But he had to make sure Randy never ever had the chance to use it again him, but Joel could even the score -- hell, he was going to do more than that, he was going to make sure Randy did not leave until he was swallowing Joel's cum! So Joel made a big show of following suite after four seconds of reluctant hesitation. They stood naked and erect in front of each other. Again Randy took the lead and pulled their fronts back together, his hands running up and down Joel's full muscled ass, then worming one hand into Joel's crack. This time Joel's hand was not long behind. But when Randy's finger found Joel's hole, Joel froze.

"No!" Joel tried to pull away, but his resolve was on the floor somewhere behind his jeans "not that! Please!" knowing this was not in the cards, this was pushing it somewhere else entirely.

"Mirror or forfeit" Randy withdrew his finger. Only long enough to spit on it and return it to its target. Joel shivered with the contact of that slimy finger with his most forbidden zone "do it Joel. Or else."

"Damn this" Joel raised his finger to his lips and got it very very wet. When he brought it to Randy's crack, he was freaked to find it already greasy "what?"

"Yeah, just in case" was all Randy said before his finger found and pressed into Joel's hole. Joel winced and then there was something pushing into his ring. He almost forgot he needed to return to gesture. When his own finger finally found Randy's ring he thought he made some odd mistake when it slipped it to the third knuckle with little effort. Randy gasped and jerked forward but Joel had conquered his first butthole. Randy was almost too distracted to press his own finger into Joel, enjoying the feeling of something warm and hard up his ass again, his cock pressing into the warm moist area of his cousin's crotch. He wallowed in the sensation and then his finger pressed in another inch. Joel gasped but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. The two pressed into each other until they were both knuckle deep, their hard cocks smashed against each other. Just when Joel thought things could not get worse, he felt a spit-lubed hand grab his cock. Randy had him tight, fore and aft. The first concept of losing this little game crossed Joel's mind.

"No Randy please. Please don't!"

"Forfeit?" beginning a slow and tight slide down Joel's already leaking cock "you been fanatasizing about this too long. Grab my cock or forfeit Joel. Do it!"

And Joel did it. He had barely gotten his slippery hand to Randy's cock before Randy's expert grip around his straining cock gave a tight squeeze and Joel saw stars. He bit his lip, he counted to fifty, he imagined dead bodies in the snow, anything! Anything not to think of what that hand was doing to his cock, how his balls were already pumping his cum into his --

"No! Wait!" Joel tried digging around in that hot, lubed hole hoping to push Randy over the edge before he lost it. He wanted Randy on his knees with his mouth full of cock, not this!

"Cum for me cuz! Blow your load and lose!"

"Never!" he grunted and spasmed and no matter how he tried could not get that image of Randy's mouth on his cock and that hand gave a quick jerk and Joel started shaking and spasming, incapable of preventing his cock from unloading a large over-the-top, star-spangled orgasm, his first blast of cum hitting Randy's front like he had been saving it up for months. Randy laughed and cursed at the same time. His hand continued to slide up and down Joel's cock as the second, third and fourth eruptions escaped from that fat cockhead, his hand speeding up and doubly lubed with all that sperm, until Joel screamed and pulled away, too sensitive to continue.

"Keep going or forfeit cuz" Randy tried to grab Joel's again but Joel was half-way across the room. He could smell his defeat hanging in the air as he looked for something to wipe up his total humiliation.

"I can't!" Joel wheezed loud enough for them both to shoot panicked glances at the door.

"Do it or forfeit" Randy stood there naked, his hard glistening cock begging for release. He pressed his fists into his side emphasizing his victory "come here!"

"I can't" Joel collapsed onto the bed holding Randy's underwear, feeling both drained and horrified in equal measures "this sucks you win okay?"

"You admit defeat?"

"YOU WIN!" he screamed, and this time there was a voice outside the door,

"You boys finish up and stop playing that game. Randy don't pick on your cousin" and Joel's mom went back down the hall.

"Your ass is mine" Randy frowned, stuffing his cock back into his briefs and getting dressed with reluctant haste. He was hornier and more frustrated than he had been in weeks and his fat cousin was going to pay!

Joel refused to return Randy's phone calls until mid-January when his mom all but forced him physically -- threatening him with a skillet no less -- to call his poor, lonely neglected cousin. She went so far as to pack several trays of frozen left-over holiday cookies and drive him over there, Joel's protests and sudden bouts of stomach pain to no avail. Only when he had rung the doorbell and the door opened did she turn the car around and return down the icy streets.

"Thought y'were gonna chicken out" Randy was squeezing through the door and all but pushing Joel onto the freshly salted steps.

"Hey" Joel almost tripped backpedaling "aren't we going inside?"

"The rents are home and boy are they in a winter funk" pulling his arms through the sleeves of his winter coat "got a better idea."

"Not my place!" remembering the horror of last time, getting naked and horny with his parents a foot on the other side of his door.

"Fuck no" pushing him towards his car in the driveway "much better. MUCH better!"

"Where?"

"You'll see" and off they went down the road of no return.

"Who lives here?" Joel watched Randy unlock the lobby door with a shiny new key.

"I do."

"Funny, you live back with the rents."

"Not as of new years. This is my new place."

"You did it? You really moved out?"

"Yes and no. I mean I stay there some times, like the weekends when they're feeding me and the weather is so bad. Mom gets all weird about me driving in the snow and shit" getting into the elevator and waiting for the door to close

Joel entertained the possibility of ditching Randy as the first opportunity. He was excited as hell his cousin finally had his own place, but once the full implications hit him like a two-by-four he realized he was in way over his head.

"Not how you were planning the afternoon, was it? And all this time you were avoiding me..."

"I w-w-wasn't really avoiding you" Joel stared at the buttons, wondering why none was lit "I was just...dead" but as much as Joel wanted to ditch this situation very badly, he also wanted this over once and for all. Ever since that afternoon blowing his load all over Randy's bare stomach, Joel knew he had to even the score or better. And if not even the score at least reassure himself he was not the sex deviant he saw in the mirror every morning; it was his devious, sneaky, twisted cousin who was the pervo, not him. He had to get these doubts out of his system one way or the other, he had to find out if his hair-trigger response was just horniness or something far far worse. Either way, Randy was going down.

He stood staring at the buttons thinking of ways to get himself off the hook and Randy into the shit that was coming to him, all of his thoughts returning to that image of them both hard and naked, their cocks in each other's grip. Joel argued with himself over and over, telling himself he was going to going to neutralize the "Randy threat" in the worst possible way. Joel repeated to himself "he's going down he's going down he's going down" but his dick interpreted it as the opposite. Either way Joel's him-or-me attitude got him so worked up Randy thought he was having a stroke!

"Nah, y'ain't dead" staring at him in the elevator cab"you'll only wish you were" as the lift started with an ominous clunk. Joel shot Randy a fierce look out of the corner of his eye, hoping he had the brains to laugh and jab him in the side with a "just kidding". Instead Randy hit the stop button and turned "so strip outa those clothes."

"What?" but Joel was determined. His competitive streak was not going to be undone so easily "You are so fuckin full of shit!"

"You heard me. All of them. Now" Randy was not kidding.

"Ain't happening!"

"Don't make me remind you! You lost and we SO don't want anybody finding out—"

"Look Randy, about that afternoon, I --" a chink in the armor appearing.

"You lost fair and square. Now it's my turn and -- "

"That was not a real game, it was hardly fair and -- " keep arguing, he told himself. This one Randy ain't gonna win, no matter what.

"It was fair enough for you to blow a load all over my naked dick and I barely touched you, that's real enough."

"C'mon Randy..." shit but he did not need to hear about blowing loads just them.

"No more `c'mon randy' shit. You lost, now I get my hour, and it starts NOW!"

"You don't really expect me to -- " the chink now big enough for a finger -- shit don't think about fingers in cracks!

"Unless you want to wait here until somebody, some really old lady, calls the elevator and you all naked -- "

"You WOULDN'T DARE!" anger giving way to shock.

"Or I think there's a cop living on my floor. Yeah, he'd really like to see you buck-ass naked before -- "

"C'mon! Randy!" like he needed to hear about cops now!

"Okay we just wait here" his hand threatening to start the elevator again "and whoever calls the elevator next... I call it Elevator Roulette. Wanna play?" his eyes up and down Joel's front "the coat and hat Joel."

"You wanna die?"

"You wanna spend the night downtown with Officer Friendly?"

"You are so gonna die!"

"Make that Officer Horny!"

"This TOTALLY SUCKS!" but Joel knew he was going to see thing through, and Randy was SO gonna regret this. Joel felt all his competitive instincts boil over and this time he was not going to embarrass himself. He was NOT gonna get hard and cum and lose and ruin everything. So the sooner he went along with this little game the sooner Randy was so gonna regret messing with him and the coat, hat and even Joel's sweater were in a pile on the floor. For being the dead of winter, Joel was sweating like crazy causing his thick muscled chest to glow under the ceiling lights. Randy almost licked his lips.

"Now the rest. Kick outa those boots" Randy was gathering the cast-offs with one hand and hitting his floor button with the other. No sooner had the car jumped into motion than the buzzer started "see? Almost got us caught, stalling like that" and the car lurched upwards and settled on Randy's floor. When the door opened, Joel stood there with his pants unbuckled, eyes wide with panic and barely breathing.

"Randy! Close the door!"

"Outa those before someone hears us and comes sniffin around" Randy almost shouted, stepping out to the hallway. When the elevator started buzzing again, Randy nodded at Joel's pants "we ain't gota all day cuz. Do it!"

"This so! sucks!" but Joel's pants were dropped to the carpet and he started to step out of them. As soon as they were off, Randy grabbed them and started down the hall "wait!"

"C'mon already" Randy was six steps ahead of him "the shorts Joel!"

"No way, I can't -- " and Joel barely cleared the elevator door before it slammed shut behind him with a metallic chuckle. He crouched in the bright hallway bent in two, his hands covering his crotch like he would freeze to death otherwise. When he saw Randy disappear into his new apartment door a mile ahead of him, he knew he would not be left shivering in the hall like some frosh dweeb. With six giant lumbering strides he made it to the doorway but not before Randy's door slammed shut in his face "hey!"

"The shorts" from behind the locked door.

"Eat shit Randy! You're so dead" whispering loud enough to be heard all the way to the first floor.

"Do it Joel. Before someone opens their door and..."

"I HATE you" Joel shivered in his white briefs, his resolve turning into a thousand goosebumps forming on his cooling flesh. What he hated most, Joel glared at the door, was how much this was turning him on.

"Still waiting cuz" Randy opened the door a crack, the safety chain solidly in place. Joel heard a door slam behind him but did not turn around to find out. He thought about slamming his weight against the door, forcing his way in.

"This is fuckin SICK!"

"Then how come it got you all turned on?" Randy smirked through the crack "cold weather got you cranked, or more the idea of somebody perving on you like that?"

"Fuck you" Joel pressed his face against the door, praying no one was watching. But the heat coming from his briefs was contradicting him.

"Either drop the briefs -- "

"Somebody's seein me -- "

"Hard-on an all -- "

"I ain't hard!" Joel hissed, lying and flushed.

"Or all-out one hour no holes barred!"

"Let me in!"

"Agree?"

"Fuck you" hissing and trying to wedge himself through the two-inch opening.

"Agree???"

"Fuck!"

"That a yes?"

"Fuck okay..." and the door closed. A split second later it reopened without the chain and Joel poured through faster than a swarm of angry hornets.

"That was FUCKED UP!"

"Totally" Randy took in Joel's half-naked sweaty body.

"Gimme my clothes!"

"So tell me what'd we agree on again?" Randy broke open one of those holiday tins and started munching on cookies "oh yeah, one hour. House rules" flicking crumbs off his chin "go ahead, get dressed."

"Good!" grabbing a sweater out of the air before his brain processed the last few seconds "what'd you say?"

"Get dressed, get back in your clothes and in the" Randy got to his feet and headed for the "bedroom. Do it Joel."

"Fuck, you are like the fuckin sickest weirdest fucked-up weird-ass muther I ever met" struggling back into his clothes, ignoring his wet shoes. He jumped back into his pants, and was pulling his sweater over his head when he heard,

"In here, already."

Joel hesitated a few moments, but the fact Randy wanted him dressed suggested there would be no repeat of the sexual shit from a few weeks back. It gave him a false sense of security, hoping and praying the worst was behind him, even if Randy now had a good hunch Joel's sexual tastes were a bit "guy-oriented". And yes it was Randy's bedroom, and that gave Joel's stomach a lurch or two. But the worst was long over, right?

"So what's this all about -- shit!" Joel saw the half-furnished room, making the camcorder sitting like a machine gun on its tripod all the more ominous"RANDY!"

"Cool ain't it? Santa knows what little boys like."

"Get rid of it!" backing towards the door "you don't think -- "

"I got enough tape for several hours" Randy smiled at Joel's costume "so this is what the house rules -- TODAY'S house rules! -- are gonna be."

"Ain't doing it. I mean it Randy!"

"Or first the football team and then the whole world finds out about cousin here shooting his load all over a guy's bod without anybody even touching that dick of his. How gay is that?"

"Randy no. Please..."

"Here's the situation. Today we're gonna make ourselves a tiny little movie. Or the alternate is the whole fuckin world gets clued into your big dirty nasty ugly secret."

"Please don't make me do this" Joel's head swimming with the possibilities. Randy would seduce him on camera, take off his clothes, suck his cock, fuck him in the ass... Joel started re-boning faster than he could spit.

"Here's the script: you come in and find me..." jumping onto the bed "reading a mag" Randy picked up a porno mag from the floor. Joel's quick eyes saw naked bodies, naked female and shit! MALE bodies! "and it gets you all horny like. And then you... sounds simple right? seduce me..."

"What?" Joel's brain shortcircuited with the flip-flop "me? YOU?"

"Yeah cuz" Randy smiled his most dangerous smile "I'm your big straight cousin, the one you always fantasized about, and now you finally get a chance to do anything and everything... " moving a bottle of lube to the bedside table with a most unambiguous gesture "everything you always wanted. Got it?"

"You aren't serious!"

"Very" Randy nodded at the camera "red button on right" and rolled onto his stomach, flipping the pages of his magazine with a calculated nonchalance "oh one more thing."

"I ain't agreed to -- "

"One hour, you can do anything your sick fertile mind comes up with" resuming his casual attention to his porno mag "except..."

"Except I can't touch your dick, right?" Joel heard the disappointment in his voice and hated himself for being so obvious.

"Except you can't touch your own dick" Randy pretended he was alone with his jerk-off material "and you don't cum during the whole hour or else."

"What?"

"If you cum before the hour's up..." Randy looked up as if Joel had just appeared "next time it's even worse, got it?"

"Wait! No! I mean..." Joel looked at Randy, then the camcorder, then back at his cousin. As much as he hated to admit it, seeing him lying on his side, the front of his jeans already started to push out, just ASKING for it like that, had Joel's twisted brain all but smoking with the totally cockeyed dilemna hitting him in the face.

"Hit the button and we start or..." Randy rolled onto his stomach "or you better think about transferring schools."

"Damnit you wouldn't!"

"The button Joel."

"Did I tell you this completely totally sucks?" Joel went over to the camcorder balanced on its tripod, tempted to toss it right through the g.d. window. He knew if he went through with this he was doubly fucked. And if he didn't he was worse than doubly fucked. Either way he was totally fucked. If I'm so fucked, he heard that little competitive voice inside him say, then at least I should enjoy the fuck and make sure he doesn't. Like I really gotta worry about getting hard -- or worse! -- with this fucking machine watching the whole sick scene. Before he knew what he was doing, he hit the record button, almost expecting it to growl to life and bite his hand off. But it stayed obnoxiously inanimate and clinically benign. Joel turned back to Randy,

"hey..."

"Oh, hey Joe" Randy barely turned his head "didn't hear you come in. You back from practice already?"

"Practice?" Joel almost stumbled over a cord "oh ah right. Practice."

"You... feel like doin anything?"

"Nah... not really" Joel's little red monster, the one that hid behind his left ear, woke up restless and hungry. Joel did not know where those terrible ideas kept coming from, but up to that point Joel had spent just about every waking hour keeping that voice dormant. Why he would ever listen to that little demon again, after all the trouble it got him into, all the terrible ideas that bounced around in his brain when he was jacking off, he did not know. All he knew was that the red monster was wide awake now, no longer dormant but growing faster than the lump in his pants and this time Joel could not keep it under control. Years of frustration and secrecy had broken through some terrible barrier and Joel knew the camera was not going to inhibit anything!

He squinted down perving on his sexy cousin on the bed just ASKING for it, and the red demon stamped Joel's rational half underfoot saying: shut up, I'll take it from here "just came over to see if your sister was home."

"My sister?"

"Yeah..." Joel almost cracked his knuckles with nervous anticipation "last time I was here she was running around in just her bra like. Man she has a rack on her."

"My... what?" Randy's face turned red.

"She gets me all hot and horny" Joel heard himself say "guess you know all about horny, huh?"

"Me?"

"Didn't mean to interrupt" going over to the bed and grabbing the reading material from Randy's hand "your little jack-off session here... Ralph."

"Look... Joe" Randy sighed with nervous relief "I was just... it ain't like it looks you perv..."

"Looks like you were about to cream your jeans dude" and the demon grabbed Joel's hand and pushed it right into Randy's crotch!

"Knock it off!" Randy pushed Joel's hand away "what's got into you goin around grabbin -- "

"You are SO boned" Joel chucked "tryin to hide it ain't gonna -- "

"Get out here sicko" Randy rolled onto his stomach "I'm busy."

"Busy beating off" and Joel bellyflopped onto Randy, the bed almost giving way in the process.

"Get OFF ME, ya sick fuck" and just like that the two of them were at each other full tilt. At first Joel tried to hold back as much as he could, knowing Randy's skills were not in hand-to-hand combat, and he did outweigh him more than he would admit. He was doing everything to hold Randy's wrists and keep him from hitting his head, until Randy somehow managed to twist Joel's right hand behind his back and almost knee him in the nads. Joel tried several times to signal him to lighten up but Randy's hands then fists grew wilder and wilder, once even trying to pop Joel in the mouth before Joel had enough. He pinned both of Randy's arms behind him and went for the kill, his free hand digging into Randy's belly mercilessly. As soon as he did that, Randy lost it, twisting and lurching all of his weight, trying to buck Joel off the bed in earnest. This time Joel held nothing back and with a skill surprising even himself was able to tug Randy's shirt over and behind his head, tangling his arms in the process. Once he had Randy shirtless and defenseless, Joel forgot about that camcorder, his hang-ups, about Randy being his cousin, everything. All he saw was a freshly bared torso in front of him and Joel descended upon that heaving chest like so many hungry vampire bats, sucking and biting his nipples, his pecs, his pits, that clump of brown hair running down his chest to his belly. Randy squirmed and screamed, no longer play-acting, a bit alarmed how much Joel -- meek and closeted cousin Joel -- had transformed into a sex-crazed beast! Randy went from fear to lust in three seconds flat.

"Wait, stop" he tried to free his arms from the twisted lump behind his back "lemme..."

"You wanted this, bud" Joel's hands were at Randy's buckle "lying here all horny with your smut mags, probably getting ready to jack off if I wouldnta shown up, right?"

"It ain't like that... Joe... I mean -- "

"`So let's see if you are the big stud you brag about" Joel's fingers running the zipper down, fishing around and finding a long, hard tube "yeah, totally boned like I thought."

"I was..."

"Getting off on what? The mags or... me?"

"Fuck you!" sounding a bit too realistic. Joel's fingers continued to dig around in the open fly and managed to pull a long hard cock free of the white cotton with a great deal of painful bending and twisting "ow ow OW!" but Joel tugged on his prize. Not content with Randy's red erection free and exposed, Joel then tugged those two big balls free as well. Randy looked down at himself and groaned.

"Yeah, all boned up and no where to go, cuz."

"Cause why?" Randy's eyes went wide.

"Cause you are so getting off on this aren't ya? This is better" running his hands all up and down that seven inch bone, down and tugging his balls as well "then lying in bed and jerking and pretending, admit it."

"Leave my cock alone ya pervert" Randy twisted on the bed, trying to inch his pants lower.

"Or else what?" Joel's hands going wild, running up and down its hard length, then up Randy's hairy belly and up to his heaving chest. This time it was Joel straddling Randy's front, and with his hands pinned behind him, Randy had little choice but to submit to the bulkier opponent. Even if he wanted to free himself "or else you gonna run and get help?"

"Get off me already."

"Don't think so" Joel's fingers rubbing those two nubs raw, his ass pressed tight against Randy's exposed genitals.

"Ouch! That hurts."

"This?" the fingers twisting his nipples enough to get them sticking out almost an inch.

"Your jeans asshole. They're rough on my -- "

"Oh, this?" Joel rocking his hips back and forth on the sensitive underside of Randy's cock.

"Damnit!" sounding like he was in serious pain "stop!"

"Thought you -- "

"Take them off."

"What? So you can perv on my body?"

"Just do it" then under his breath "seriously, it hurts okay?" which is what Joel did. He pulled his shirt and t-shirt off before releasing his pin just to make sure Randy was not fucking with him. When he felt Randy go limp he eased himself off the bed and pulled off his pants, but left on his briefs for reasons he could not explain. Part of it was the last shread of indecision, part of it was a certain kinkiness. A lot of it was a distrust of Randy's acting abilities, on the level or not. He returned to the bed just as Randy was making efforts to free his arms.

"Not so fast bud" Joel straddled and squashed any further attempts to twist free. This time he was facing away from Randy, not wanting to see his expression when he pulled his pants off and started playing with his cock in earnest. He knew he was getting Randy close to cumming by the rapid breathing beneath his butt. And his own cock was straining to break free of his fly, rubbing back and forth along Randy's belly, exquisite torture keeping him on the edge of cumming. But Joel wanted nothing more than to make Randy cum, to see him shoot his load and be unable to stop it. He wanted his cousin to lose it!

"Stop, stop! I'm gonna cum!"

"Fuck yeah! Shoot your load" Joel's hand speeding up its relentless rhythm.

"Ughhhh ughhhh" Randy started bucking his hips, raising Joel's significant bulk a good foot off the bed. The third time and Joel toppled and almost fell on the floor.

"Whatdya do that for?" Joel stumbled back to his knees, his prize stolen from him just when it looked like he could finally see Randy blow his load.

"You almost jacked my load! What a total cocksucker you are!"

"Cocksucker?" Joel threw himself down on Randy again, this time with his crotch almost in Randy's face "who's the cocksucker?" and then he felt Randy's chin press into his balls. He knew this was getting to Randy, but had no idea how close he was until Randy scooted down on the bed and buried his face beneath Joel's crotch. Joel tried to pull himself up but both hands were on Randy's cock. It was a fatal balance, because by the time he managed to shift his weight, he felt Randy's mouth sucking his cock through the fabric. Joel never felt anything more than Randy's hand on his cock before, so feeling a warm moist mouth sucking his cockhead was more than he could handle. He was just about to lower his own face towards Randy's balls when he felt the terrible rush of his cum pumping up towards that sensitive dick. He lunged off and towards the floor but by the time his shoulder hit the carpet a large sticky stain was spreading across the front of his briefs.

"What the fuck?"

"Shut up, just shut UP! GODDAMN!!!" Joel rolled away, trying to hide what had happened.

"Damnit did you just cum?" Randy pulled his arms free with little effort. By the time his feet hit the floor Joel had run to the bathroom closing the door "fuck you did, didn't you?" going over to the camcorder and hitting the button.

"Fuck you" from behind the door.

"C'mon Joel" Randy's horniness coming through loud and hard "it ain't the worst thing in the world" popping out the cassette and depositing it in his locked cabinet "so you can't help yourself around guys, it ain't the end of the world okay?"

"Leave me alone."

"Joel come out and we can talk."

"Forget it."

"Seriously, it's all good, don't sweat it."

"This was not supposed to..."

"Relax bud."

The door slowly opened and there was Joel with Randy's bathrobe almost wrapped around his body. Randy patted the bed next to him and Joel lumbered over to him, his face red and blotchy.

"Look cuz, it ain't as bad as all that okay? Look at me" his cock still half-hard and poking out of the fly "is this all bad?"

"N-n-no..." Joel stole a quick sideways glance then down at himself, seeing his own crotch barely covered by the small bathrobe "you can get away with all this, but look at this fat -- "

"Fat?" Randy smirked "you're a goddamn FOOTBALL PLAYER! You ain't no goddamn skinny-ass track nerd!"

"But they get the big dicks" a look of panic on Joel's face "shit! I didn't say that!"

"You been checking out the dicks in the showers, huh?" Randy shook his head "yeah, that's my cousin."

"You ain't tellin me you -- "

"All the fuckin time" Randy leaned back, almost shoving his crotch in Joel's face "and then there's the Y..."

"The Y?"

"Yeah, a lot more than just `checkin out' goes on there."

"The Y? Downtown?"

"No, the one on the moon. Whatdya think?"

"Y'mean guys do... stuff there and..." Joel's cloistered world was beginning to unravel.

"Maybe sometime we'll check it out" his hand roaming and rubbing his chest then down to his steaming crotch "but as for checking stuff out."

"Fuck you" Joel looked away fast, but all the anger in his voice had faded away. He tried to cover himself but it was no good, the robe did not fit.

"So..." Randy's hand started a slow tugging, the blood returning to his cock in slow but inevitable pulses, and Joel's eyes could not help but return to the show again and again "look's like we got ourselves a situation here" pointing to the alarm clock sitting on the box "never made the hour horndog, did ya?"

"You cheated" his hands stuffed into his crotch.

"I'm the one pinned on my back, your dick in my mouth and I cheated?"

"Yeah that's what I mean. You sucked my -- "

"Tell me you didn't like that! Shit, I barely got my mouth on you -- "

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"You didn't even get your cock out before you started messing your shorts. Jeez Joel, like you been saving it up or..."

"I said I don't wanna talk about it!"

"Either way you forfeited" Randy got to his feet and pulled off his last piece of clothing. He stood in front of Joel naked and blood-red hard "now you're gonna take it up the ass!"

"No!" Joel levitated off the bed several feet "Randy!"

"You're gonna get fucked hard and deep cuz, just like you always wanted" going over to the bedside table, finding the lube "yeah, on your hands and knees, and spread that ass" slicking up his cock until it was shiny and lethal "do it!"

"No Randy please!" looking around the room for his pants like his life depended on it "not that please!"

"Yeah, this big hard dick up your butt..." standing there making it bob up and down like a monster, independent of his control, red and uncontrollable.

"No Randy not that please" struggling into his jeans, barely getting his swollen cock into them without damage.

"Goin somewhere?" not making a move to intercept him. Only Randy's cock was doing all the talking.

"I gotta leave, this was a huge fuckin mistake" finding the rest of his clothes in odd locations throughout the room.

"You didn't last an hour and now this is what's gonna happen" holding his cock towards him.

"Randy no!"

"Either back on the bed on your hands and knees or..."

"Or what?" Joel turned, his eyes pulled towards that red maniac like a planet falling into a black hole. But Randy heard the tone in Joel's voice shift big time.

"Remember I warned you if you didn't last a measly hour... "

"Next time it would be worse" Joel's mouth tripped him up "shit! I mean -- "

"Deal. There it is" Randy squeezed his eyes shut and gave a shudder. Joel stared in disbelief as the head of Randy's cock swelled and a single glob of white goo flew out and landed on the carpet between them. Randy grabbed his cock with a look of agony on his face and gasped. But no more cum spewed out.

"Fuck!" Joel's mouth flew open "you fuckin just came!"

"Damn..." he stood there with his eyes shut, barely breathing "that was close."

"You can just... I mean just cum by not even..."

"You ain't the only one who gets so horny he can't think straight" Randy waited for the moment to pass before he began to relax by slow degrees. He went over to Joel "runs in the family, huh cuz?"

"How you fuckin DO that?"

"Okay, maybe you don't get this dick up your butt today, no matter how much you wanted it. Don't deny it Joel" picking up the discarded bathrobe and throwing it over his shoulders, leaving it open in front "but we still got unfinished business."

"Really Randy, how'd you DO that? I can't imagine just standing like that and blowing my load, like wow..."

"Next Saturday..." looking down at his still-boned cock pointing at Joel's mouth "you, me, right here. Got it?"

"Please Joel... you win okay? You got my number, I'm this big fag okay? I... I mean..." his eyes glued to that hard cock, a single drop of pearly goo hanging from the slit "I mean..."

"No more bullshit Joel. You're gonna show up with a week's worth of cum bubbling around in those big balls of yours and this time I call the shots. No more pretend bullshit, got it? Everything you've ever fantasized about, got it?"

"Randy, what more you want?"

"Everything your twisted brain came up with" Randy's hand returned to his throbbing cock as he took two steps over to Joel "and then some" giving it two quick tugs and then it exploded. He pumped four then five heavy bursts all over Joel's fly, his cum hanging thick and white against the blue material.

"Fuck! Damn!" Joel tried to jump back but not in time. He tried to wipe off the nasty evidence, but Randy's hand stopped him.

"You're gonna wear them home just like that, and not wash them until next Saturday. You're gonna show up here wearing them, and no matter how much you want to, you ain't gonna jack off between now and then, got it?" Randy's hand rubbing his cum deep into Joel's crotch, feeling the lump grow beneath his strokes "yeah, ya got it now. Your cousin's juice on your dick, the image of my cock blowing all over you Joel, you're gonna think about nothing but that from now until next Saturday got it?"

"Damn..." Joel thought his head would burst. The red demon was screaming: MORE!

Randy drove Joel back to his home, his hand in Joel's crotch the whole time, making sure he stayed hard and out of breath. Joel slipped up the driveway and into the kitchen, almost doubled over and praying his mom was anywhere else. He lucked out this time.

"Right on time" Randy opened his door, seeing a large white snow-covered body standing in his hallway "come in."

"Look Randy, about last week..."

"Your mom drop you off here?"

"Fuck no! I told her to let me off at the store and I walked the last two blocks so she..."

"Come on in, we'll get you out of those wet clothes. Really coming down out there huh?"

"Yeah, y'could say that" Joel looked around the room, expecting more booby traps or something "we alone?"

"Why?" Randy smirked "I ain't enough for ya? Ya want somebody else here? Into three-ways now?"

"Fuck no..." Joel bit his lip "I mean..."

"Maybe next time if you do good this time" seeing Joel start to unzip his parka "no wait" grabbing his arm "this way" half-dragging him towards the bedroom.

"C'mon Randy we gotta talk."

"Later. Remember Joel y'already got two strikes against ya, remember?" dragging him into the bedroom. And what Joel saw there almost sent him running out into the blizzard outside.

Randy's half-furnished bedroom, or at least one wall of it, had been transformed into something resembling a locker room, complete with lockers, benches, even some kind of massage table. But it was the two bright lights that made Joel almost loose his colossal hardon. And there was that damn camcorder sitting on its tripod like Joel's week-long nightmare come back to smirk and stare.

"What the FUCK???"

"One hour cuz" Randy went to that device, dropping behind it.

"To do what?"

"Get outa those clothes before you puddle all over my new floor and get into what's in your locker."

Joel heard the irreversible sound of the camcorder clicking on, knowing the next five seconds would decide his fate for good. Perhaps if he did not have a week's worth of cum backing up inside his balls he might have hesitated longer than two or three seconds. He turned over his shoulder to see Randy's hand at his zipper and shrugged. His butthole puckered once or twice and he knew his decision was made for him.

"That's it?"

"For starters... Joe."

"One hour right..."

"That's all I should need.

Joel heard the raspy sound of Randy's zipper going down and off came his parka, slushy snow splashing all over the floor. He opened a locker next to the one marked "Joe" and squeezed it into his locker. He kept his back to the camera when his sweater and white t-shirt came off. He could feel the heat from the two spotlights on his bare shoulders, hoping he looked more muscular than chubby. He inhaled and turned to his side, giving the purring camera a side-shot. He thought he would be too nervous to start boning so easily, what with the fake set and lights and Randy half-naked behind him, but when he sat down to pull off his shoes and socks he felt his thick dick pushing out against the slack. He stood up to face the camera and with a grim determination unbuckled his belt and opened the front of his jeans, the white briefs pushing out with the unmistakeable bulge of the beginning of his erection.

"Fuck yeah, I knew you could do it" Randy stepped away from the camera and joined Joel on his bench. He was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. The worst part was it was a South High t-shirt, enough to cause Joel to sneer "what?"

"South?" Joel's hands stopped as his jeans stuck on his thick thighs "fuck" nodding at the camera "what about -- "

"Sounds off, just video."

"But fuckin South?"

"Keep going" Randy straddled the bench opening staring at Joel's body "you're fuckin perfect!"

"Yeah right..." Joel stared back at Randy, trying to ignore his soft cock. But his own was hard enough for both of them.

"Keep going" nodding at the jeans. Joel tugged the wet material down and over his feet, balancing against the lockers as best he could without toppling them. He heard Randy open a locker behind him and then felt a greasy hand on his shoulder "oil for the cameras, to make your big muscles really pop" and Joel stood there while Randy's hands spread the oil all over his back. Joel never felt anything so great. He closed his eyes, wallowing in the warmth from the massaging hands, the bright lights, the chill from outside finally leaving him "the briefs now" almost whispered in his ears.

Joel hooked his thumbs under the waistband, his gaze right into the lens as they came down, his thickening hardon bobbing up and over as the white cotton landed on the floor and he stepped out of them bare-ass naked. No sooner had he straightened up than Randy's hands were smoothing more oil into the crack of his ass. When he felt a greased finger find his hole he groaned, knowing it was only going to be a minute or two before Randy's cock would open him up and his virginity would be gone forever. The thought of getting it over with, and let the cum land where it may caused Joel to burp some precum out of his piss slit, knowing the camera was taking it all in. He moaned as the second finger slid into him.

"Fuck yeah..." he heard behind him "open your locker now and put on what's in there."

Joel felt the fingers slide from him, but the tingling continued, something warm almost burning. He reached down to give his cock a few tugs, but Randy knocked it away,

"You jack off this week?"

"No!" Joel snarled "y'happy?"

"You will be, trust me" nodding at the locker. Joel looked inside and almost lost it. Hanging there was an almost complete football outfit. The bright red colors could only mean Randy's theme was not stopping with his own t-shirt.

"This is South's shit!"

"Put it on... Joe" Randy applied more oil to his hands and started massaging Joel's hips and legs while Joel hesitated.

Joel realized there was more going on than the simple sex scene he imagined last week. Something in his head told him these tapes were going to end up somewhere besides Randy's locked cabinet. Joel kept that concern far from his mind while he tumbled the shoulder pads over his broad frame, then the red jersey. As soon as he grabbed the helmet Randy turned him around to face the camera again. When he tugged it on -- a perfect fit! -- Randy's hands went to work on his chest and nipples. If Joel was hard before, now he was dangerously close to burping more than pre-cum. He stood there hoping the helmet masked his expression when Randy directed him around the front of the bench and then squatted down behind him. The next two things happened so fast Joel almost buckled. A hot tongue started working its way between his asscheeks at the same time a greased hand started massaging his balls and up to the base of his cock. Joel's hand grabbed Randy's in the nick of time,

"Fuck I'm gonna..."

"Hold your breath" Randy growled. His other hand produced something cold and rubbery which found its way to Joel's newly-greased balls. He looked down as Randy tugged and twisted a rubber ring around his balls then somehow bent and twisted his cockhead down through the ring as well. Joel had tied up his cock with various improvised items, but feeling this perfect noose around his goods was something else entirely "feels good right? Now put this on" and Joel felt some scratchy straps pressed against his right buttcheek. He looked down at the jockstrap, then down at his cock. He never saw his thick club bigger or redder.

"Fuck..."

"Yeah, fuckin impressive, stud" Joel took the jock and stepped into it, turning this way and that, making sure the camera got his hardon from every angle. It was that point when he realized the camera was not inhibiting his arousal; it was making him so horny he knew he would not last "now no matter what happens you keep your hands on your tits, got it?"

"Why?" tugging up the jockstrap over his overly-sensitized cock, his tight ballsac stretching the material even tighter.

"Just do it, Joe."

Joel felt himself up enough to know that rubbing his nipples was a huge turn-on for him. A few times he almost got himself off just rubbing them raw, but every time his right hand shot down and pulled his load from him before he could stop himself. So it was a kind of self-inflicted torture to be forced to stimulate himself in this manner. He closed his eyes, his head sweaty and spinning inside the helmet as Randy positioned his legs to straddle the bench from the side.

"Remember, you do not move those hands, got it?"

"Fuck this" but Joel was in pure heaven. Or he thought he was until he felt Randy's hands on his shoulders easing him down to a sitting position on the bench. Before his ass hit the cool wood it hit something else.

"What the fuck!?!" but he knew something slimy and rubbery was pointed at this butt crack.

"Work those tits, Joe. You are gonna... yeah... keep that up..." and Joel felt the dildo find his already greased hole. He had no idea how big it was and hoped Randy's evil sadistic streak was not going to surface at this moment. He felt something squishy press into him and before he could catch his balance, Randy pressed him down another few inches and it speared his hole. He grunted but it was in him, with no more pain than Randy's two fingers earlier. He lost his balance and toppled onto the bench, all six inches of soft rubber buried deep inside his hole "yeah, knew the stud could handle it. Now keep really work those tits, Joe" and Joel felt a greased hand grab him in the stretched pouch and then his cock and balls were tugged free. When Randy's hand started jacking him he forgot entirely about what was churning his insides. Just when he knew he was going to flood Randy's hand with his mega-load the jacking stopped. He opened his eyes and there was Randy standing in front of him, his t-shirt pulled over his head, his hard cock staring Joel in the face "suck me like you always wanted to! Keep those hands where they are, just use your mouth!"

Joel sat there hard and dripping, a rubber cock up his ass trying not to look at the camera maybe five feet to the side. He knew how he looked, he knew how this would all come back to bite him, but right now he wanted nothing more than that cock in his mouth finally. Except maybe feeling his balls empty the growing pressure building up and threatening to burst out of him any second. So when he felt Randy lift the visor of his helmet and pull his head towards his crotch Joel leaned forward and opened his mouth. When his tongue felt that red-hot spongy texture of that taut cockhead Joel's head started spinning. If Randy had not kept a tight grip on his head Joel would have spiraled into oblivion. But Randy had been working towards this moment for days, weeks, months, and no way he was going to let anything spoil it. He kept a steady rocking motion going on his cock, Joel's mouth hot and wet and quickly getting into the intensity of it. Randy knew he could only keep this up for another minute or two without dumping his load into Joel's mouth so he grabbed Joel by his oiled shoulders and held his head against his crotch while he began the slightest up and down rocking motion. Joel's ass came up and down on that bench by two or three inches at a time, that dildo doing things to Joel's prostate he only dreamed about. Randy kept it up, slowing then speeding up the tempo until he felt Joel gasping on his cock. The violent spasms shaking Joel's large body almost caused him Randy to loose his grip, especially when Joel's head snapped back and he collapsed all of his weight down on the bench. Randy looked down just in time to see the last of Joel's orgasm splatter the bench in front of him, running down the sides and onto the floor. Randy slammed Joel's mouth back onto his cock, thrusting harder and harder into him until his cock exploded hard and fast. Joel gagged and wretched but most of it went down his gut, and still Randy kept up the pistoning into him, this orgasm too long in the making for it to end with a little gagging. Only when his cock went limp did Randy pull out and look down at his victory.

Joel sat there barely catching his breath. His jersey was tight against his chest with oil and sweat, his red cock still swollen and lying in a pool of his cum. Even his thighs and legs were shiny and red, his whole body straining to recover from what had just happened. His hands finally left his big chest and pulled the helmet from his head, his hair wet and plastered against his head.

"Okay Joe up on your feet" Randy doing his best to pull the bigger guy off that rubber device permanently attached to Joel's butt "time to recover."

Joel struggled to get himself up, but even with Randy's help his legs were jelly beneath him. When that rubber tube left his ass with a loud pop! he almost lost his balance. Randy got his arms beneath Joel's and directed him over to the massage table,

"Okay on your back" steering him up and over the side. Joel's butt was so greasy he almost slid off the other side.

"Lemme rest a minute" Joel muttered "that was..."

"Just the beginning" Randy slid Joel higher on the table until his head rested on the cushion.

"Wait, there's a... hole? In the table?" Joel feeling cool air against his burning ass.

"Yeah, just relax" Randy returned to his locker finding more items. He checked the camera with a slight smile. Joel was too knocked out to lift his head to see any of what was coming next.

Randy put some of the items on the floor beneath the table, then his hands were on Joel's thighs rubbing and massaging. Joel moaned and relaxed into the sensation, enjoying the newer, gentler side of his evil cousin. Even when he felt those hands roaming higher and higher he was too into the pleasure to worry. When Randy's fingers found their way to the cum and lube-stained pouch of his jock, Joel lay there feeling fine. Randy's fingers wormed their way under the leg straps and started a slow intense massage of those two wrinkled nuts. Joel flinched and tried to pull away,

"Hey, can I just relax here a second?"

"The clock's still tickin and we got lots more fun."

"Shit Randy, that was too intense already. What more y'want -- hey!" as those oiled fingers found Joel's cock.

"One hour cuz" and while one hand started a slow milking of that stretched tube, the other started to tug at the soaked waistband of his jock. Joel knew better but lifted his butt and let Randy pull it down his relaxed thighs and off. He lay there exhausted and yet on alert for whatever Randy had planned next. He did not have to wait long until Randy's hands were spreading Joel's thighs apart on the table. There was a sound of something rustling and a slurpy, goopy sound and then Joel felt something poking up through the hole beneath his ass.

"Randy, no!"

"One hour, cuz" and Joel knew he was still in the crosshairs. When he felt another greasy soft missile aiming for his buttcrack, he knew he was never going to leave that table without something else up his ass. This time the head pierced his ring and kept spreading it wider and wider. Joel groaned and tried to raise himself away from the intruder but Randy's other hand grabbed Joel's cock and squeezed, pressing his crotch downward to meet the upthrusting intruder. Joel squeezed against the thing but it pushed up into him and then the widest part slid past his ring and lodged inside him. Damn, the fucker just shoved a buttplug up me, Joel swore to himself. The fucker!

"Yeah, just relax now... Joe" Randy's still greasy hand left its spot beneath the table and started working on Joel's chest. When he felt that, and then the other hand started smearing a healthy glob of lube all along his still-sensitive cock, Joel knew he was totally under Randy's power. He lay there all but feeling the camera zooming in on his crotch, his fears confirmed when Randy's elbow pushed Joel's knees further apart, displaying the plug buried deep in Joel's crack. And there was something dirty and nasty about being on display like that which made Joel start to respond to the steady tickling and stroking. When Joel felt his jockstrap stretched over his face he knew he could not stop himself hardening all over again. And once his cock started lengthening and filling, that tight rubber ring prevented any chance of Joel changing his mind. It took all of seven minutes before Joel was lying there panting and boned. He was about to shake the jock off his face when he felt Randy get up on the table with him. Next he felt Randy's warm butt straddle his midsection and he suspected what was coming next. He lay there like a drugged victim as Randy's ass lowered onto his upward angled cock, and then Joel felt something even more amazing. His cock head found a soft resistance and then something hot encircled his head and before he could catch his breath Randy lowered himself down onto the full length of Joel's hard bone, impaling himself on those seven red inches. Joel knew nothing in the world could have prepared him for that mind-blowing moment, and when Randy started a relentless up and down pumping on Joel's immobilized cock, Joel knew his earlier orgasm would not be the last of the day. But the rapid onset of his quick gusher surprised even Joel. He had felt Randy's ass milking his cock for all of a minute or two before he was helpless to stop his cock from exploding his second load deep inside Randy's chute. He screamed and rocked, his hips spasming his orgasm but Randy's ass stayed plastered to Joel. Only when Randy felt a slight easing of Joel's jerking did he raise his ass off that hard red cock.

"Fuck.. fuck... fuck... " Joel grunted and yelled, his belly and crotch blotched and smeared with old cum and lube. He felt like he had run five miles and was ready to pass out. But Randy had other plans.

"Okay off the table, and on your feet!"

"C'mon Randy! Gimme a chance to -- "

"Now!" and the gentle, stroking Randy was replaced by the tugging, yanking Randy.

"Gimme a sec and -- " but Joel was all but pushed onto the floor. At the last minute Joel got his feet underneath him and rolled onto the shiny floor. As soon as he was semi-balanced, Randy pushed him over to bench.

"Put this one!" shoving the helmet into Joel's belly with a loud humph!

"Randy enough okay?"

"Straddle the bench face down, do it!"

Joel tugged at the helmet, staggering a step or two towards the bench. He got one knee over the bench when he felt Randy push him face down onto the hard wooden surface. He landed on his chest and then felt Randy land on him as well. He struggled and protested but all his resistance had been siphoned out of him on the table before. When he felt those re-lubed fingers at his ass, pulling the plug free, Joel knew with no doubt what was going to happen next. Randy's cock had been hard since he rode Joel's cock earlier, and all the struggling and rough-housing has only kept it in that state. With little warning Randy pressed his cock against Joel's sore hole and the head was in. Joel bucked and twisted but Randy was going to do it; he was going to take Joel's cherry and do it knowing Joel had been wanting nothing more for months.

"Feel that?" thrusting it deeper "feel that cock in your jock butt? You want this don't you? Say it!"

"Randy no, it's hurting!"

"Say it! Say you always wanted this cock!"

"Randy please!"

"SAY IT!" slamming his full weight down until the entire length was buried in Joel's large ass.

Joel screamed and bucked but Randy's gamble had worked. Joel was too weak to put up much resistance and the angle of the bodies was in his favor. Joel bucked and twisted but Randy had the upper hand. Joel was going nowhere.

"STOP! IT HURTS!"

"Say it! Say you wanted this" pulling back until just the head was stretching Joel's cherry.

"Damn! Okay! I always wanted you to fuck me okay? That what you want to hear?"

"Getting fucked is a big turn-on for you. Say it!"

"I want you to fuck me..."

"How bad?" setting up a steady pistoning all the way in and out, showing Joel no mercy.

"Damn... bad..."

"Bad enough to cum for me with my cock up your ass?"

"What?" Joel jerked up, only impaling himself worse "fuck Randy I just came twice."

"You're gonna cum with my dick up your ass, and you got..." checking the alarm clock "nine minutes to do it, got it?"

"Damnit I can't" Randy reached beneath Joel's hard stomach and grabbed that raw tube of rubber, starting a methodical yanking much too fast and tight for Joel's comfort. He had to raise his hips to keep his cock from being pulverized against the bench, his ass forcing that cock deeper into him. And then he felt Randy's slamming into that same spot the first dildo hit earlier. It was not enough to get him hard but it felt like something electric and crazy activated deep inside him. And still Randy's cock drove into him again and again "Randy I can't..."

"Six minutes" Randy grunted, sounding like he would not make it the full time either. Several times he pulled back until just the head was caught in Joel's stretched butt, giving Joel's cock some time to swell. And despite his fears, that is what it did. It felt both numb and overly-sensitive at the same time, like someone else's transplanted to his crotch, familiar and yet alien. When Randy resumed his pounding, Joel's cock stayed hard in that greasy hand, the fingers squeezing the sensitive area behind the swollen head again and again. Everything began to fade away, the hard wood beneath his chest, the sweat running from beneath the helmet, his sore elbows absorbing so much of the thrusting, his bare feet, his cum-flavored breath, everything was spiraling away except for that jacking on his cock and that salami pounding into his ass over and over and over and over. Joel was starting to feel strange sensations coming from somewhere between his cock and Randy's cock, his balls swelling and starting to churn something like more cum when he felt Randy's cock actually get bigger inside him and he felt it! He actually felt Randy's cum, hot and sticky sliming his insides. He was about to topple over into his own orgasm when that piston slid from his ass and he heard,

"Hour's up."

Joel could do little but roll onto the floor, his hand at his cock so fast he almost sprained his wrist. He sat on the carpet jacking and jacking, ignoring Randy's lurching away from him, the camera pointed at his naked sweaty body, the hard bench against his back, nothing stopping him from trying to pull his jizz from his cock.

"Suppose y'wanna take a shower huh?" Randy sat on the table, looking like Joel felt.

"I gotta cum..." his hand a blur at his crotch.

"You had your chance, now it's shower time."

"Fuck..." Joel struggled to his feet, his legs unsteady beneath his bulk.

"Well y'know where it is."

"Fuck... damn..." Joel shook his head and headed for the bathroom, grabbing the walls as he went. He was in the shower, the water warming against his sore flesh, his head down and eyes closed oblivious to everything around him. Only when he heard the shower curtain sliding behind him did he open his eyes. There was Randy pointing the camera at him "damnit Randy!"

"Just finish your shower" steadying the camera away from the spray.

"Don't you know when's enough?"

"Like I said, the hour's up, okay?"

"Right, so enough..."

"Except..."

"Except what? No more `excepts'..."

"You had enough time to blow your last load. You didn't in time. You forfeit."

"Fuck forfeit" Joel turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Seeing Randy film his every move, he made a point of drying himself slowly and carefully. He even made a big show of removing that damn rubber ring now that his cock had gone down enough to do so without castrating himself "you had your hour. We done, got it?"

"Or..." Randy waved the bait knowing Joel could not resist. Even with his balls emptied of a week's supply of teen cum.

"No `or', got it?"

"Just sayin..." turning off the camera and moving it free of the steaming bathroom "because I'm such a nice guy..."

"Yeah real nice... my ass is still sore from your `nice', cuz."

"Because you were such a sport and..." Randy got in his face "now we are clear, like no misunderstanding between us about what we both want, what gets us off, right? Well..."

"Well what Randy?"

"We can just stop all this right here and now, it stays between us and this never happens again, nobody says another word, or..."

"Or what?" Joel walked right into the trap.

"Next Saturday, right here. Like today but you are completely totally in charge. Totally."

"Huh?" Joel's stomach lurched, the possibilities already spiraling every which way. Especially now that he knew very little of Randy's body was off limits "you say totally?"

"And then some. You agree? You wanna pull the strings next time? You wanna see how far you can push it? Wanna see if there's anything you can't make me do?" and there it was. And offer he knew Joel could never ever refuse.

"Fuck..."

"That means yes, right?"

"Fuck... yeah...okay I guess" Joel finished drying himself off, seeing his reflection in the mirror and liking what he saw. Especially that swollen and very happy dick.

"Agreed?" out went Randy's hand.

"Oh yeah... big time agreed" shaking it hard.

"Deal then" Randy left Joel alone in the bathroom while he started to straighten out the damage to his nicely furnished bedroom. The first thing he did was make sure that second cassette was safe and securely locked away.

The next Saturday rolled around after a long and record-cold, record-horny week. Joel knew he did not really have to hold off jacking the whole time but kept himself in that crazy heightened state anyway. In part so his fevered, hormone-saturated brain could come up with loads of nasty cum-splattered scenarios, and in part because he wanted to see if somehow the next time could possibly be as mind-blowing as the first. So it was a very long and very boned week he spent planning and gathering supplies. At that point he knew Randy could be persuaded to do just about anything Joel wanted, especially if Randy thought it was his idea in the first place. So Joel packed his duffelbag stuffed almost to the breaking point with everthing he needed and before his head could catch up with his dick he again found himself sneaking over to those apartments and ringing Randy's doorbell hoping his mom was well off the track. He was through the door and into the elevator as fast as he could sling that duffelbag over his shoulder. He lumbered down the hallway, his dick already swelling in his pants, and almost made it to Randy's door before someone came around the corner blocking his path.

"You a friend of that dude?" the big guy thumbed at Randy's door.

"Ah... er... ah yeah, why?"

"You!" Joel seeing that big unshaven face so close up he could see the individual stubbles "you were that guy..." even smelling the beer on his breath "two weeks ago. In the hallway in your underwear and -- "

"Look it was just a prank okay? I mean it's not like -- "

"I'm a cop, kid" he dropped the bomb right in Joel's face "I know pranks, and that looked like more than just some `prank'. You tried that again last week I woulda arrested your scrawny ass so fast" seeing the panic on Joel's face, smelling blood "so you two into deep sex shit right, don't deny it?"

"WHAT?" Joel saw his life fall apart in the span of two milliseconds "I mean fuck no! I mean -- "

"You really don't wanna be swearin around me kid" the man folded his big dark arms across his bigger chest "only making it worse. What's your name?"

"Ah.. look man.. I mean officer... it was just a joke okay? It didn't mean any more shit -- "

"Language!"

"And it was just that once!"

"Okay we're gonna find out what this is all about" and if that thick fist didn't start banging away on Randy's door.

"Yeah?" Randy opened the door, but instead of Joel there was this very big, very angry man pounding away on his door, and only then did he see Joel cowering behind him all red and whupped.

"This punk a friend of yours?" grabbing Joel by his collar.

"Yeah, why?"

"Recognize me? I'm the cop down the hall and we need to have ourselves a little chat" all but pushing himself inside "you wanna invite me in or your buddy and I sort this out without you."

"C-c-come in..." Randy held the door open as the two rushed in. He stood there while Joel pulled away from the guy "I guess..."

"You the guy playing his music loud til all hours?" looking around the living room for evidence of... what?"

"Me? Fuck no!"

"Don't swear Randy" from Joel of all people.

"Maybe, maybe not" the guy's eyes sweeping the half-boxed room again and again like a broken searchlight, smelling stolen goods and a big promotion "but we got a bigger problem here. Like the other week."

"What other week?" Randy looked at Joel: you know about this?

"He says he -- "

"I saw the little show your naked friend here -- "

"I wasn't naked!"

"Naked and... aroused" the guy underlined his words by sitting in Randy's chair "and if someone had come along -- "

"Nobody saw me."

"I saw you dumbass, okay?" drumming his fingers on the armrest "but like I was saying, if someone had seen you and made a complaint -- "

"Nobody saw me!"

"And I get called in front of the precinct captain complaining about some kinky fag shit going on right under my nose in my own building, you imagine how that's gonna look?"

"Look man -- I mean officer" Randy did not dare sit down "it's not like that, okay? We were just fuckin -- I mean goofing around, just getting back at my cousin here for some stupid shit -- I mean stupid stuff we were doing, nothing else, nothing like -- "

"Nothing like how it looked, huh?" his eyes traveling between the two, calculating where to put the squeeze, which rotten egg would crack first "nothing like how I gotta explain all this to my precinct captain when -- "

"We were just goofin around okay?" Joel could feel his balls crinkling with fear.

"How old are you anyway?"

"M-m-me?" Joel shot a panicked look at Randy.

"Yeah you, kid."

"He's seventeen, why?" Randy waved away Joel's protests.

"I think you and I need to have a little chat" the officer put his hands in his lap, a snide look of triumph on his weathered face.

"Joel why don't you use the bathroom while Lou and I have a -- "

"Randy! Look I gotta -- "

"You look, kid" the guy rose out of the chair looking even bigger "your cousin and I gonna get to the bottom of this."

"Do it Joel" and Joel knew he was in too deep to make a dent in this growing disaster. He saw things spiraling down further and further and knew he was sunk. He fled to the bathroom debating whether to lock the door, barricade himself in while he squeezed his mass through the window? Flushed himself down the toilet? What?

His reflection in the mirror was something just short of ghastly. Even for the dead of winter, his color was more green than pink. And it would be years before his cock was anything more than a shriveled stump. He washed his hands and when he finished he washed them again. And once more for good measure. When he began to exhaust the entire building's supply of hot water he heard a knock at the door.

"Joel?"

"Yeah...?" Joel did not dare open the door.

"You still in there?"

"What's happening?"

"He left" Randy tried the door "hey, it's locked. Lemme in."

"Were in a shitload of trouble" Joel opened the door a crack to make sure there weren't a dozen cops with guns drawn ready to arrest him or worse "what WAS that? Who WAS he?"

"He's my neighbor, my policeman neighbor" Randy joined him in the bathroom and without further notice began to take a piss "but he's cool."

"`COOL???? Whadya mean, he's cool? He almost like arrested both of us just now! How the hell that make him cool?"

"Well he didn't did he?" Randy finished his piss, his long cock just hanging there "as much as you woulda gotten off on that, right?" watching Joel's eyes trying hard not to bug out or his tongue hang out more "your hands handcuffed behind you, some hot cop feeling you up, getting you all hard -- "

"Knock it off!"

"Yeah, real hot strip search, one cop rubbing your ass, the other one tugging at your briefs -- "

"Randy stop it! I bet he's still out there listening!"

"Go on, check for yourself. He's gone" stepping backwards to let Joel by. He could not help but rub against that exposed flesh as he did. As Randy intended. As Joel kinda desired.

Joel walked around the living room, the scent of angry drunk cop still hanging there like cheap cigar smoke. For all his near-meltdown, Joel could not help but feel a certain heat being in the same room with such a guy. Something about that five o'clock shadow and dark curly hair, his cool, almost cynical demeanor, the way he filled out his white dress shirt. Whether or not he did the same below that muscled belly, Joel was too freaked to steal a look. Never once did he allow his eyes to go below chest-level, fearing the wrath of the law. But not that he didn't want to. And those dark brown eyes, and the way they just bored into Joel's brow like a cold steel drill bit. Joel smelled the sweat hanging in the room, slowly realizing it was not his own.

"Satisfied now?"

"He really left?"

"You see him anywhere?"

"What the fuck did he say?"

"You heard him, he was -- "

"And what did you say to him? I thought he was gonna like arrest us both on the spot!"

"Naw, it wasn't like that. He was just..."

"And like I'm old enough to be arrested! When he asked about how old I was, I thought I was gonna piss my pants!"

"Y'mean, cream in your jeans right?" Randy went to the frig and opened two beers "y'want one?"

"Huh?" Joel was distracted, looking around the room for what?

"Have a beer, you'll all weirded out" offering him one.

"A beer? Yeah right..." watching him closely "f'real?"

"Yeah real" seeing Joel take a big gulp "like you don't need to cool down after he got you all hot and horny."

"Randy! He was a cop!" taking a second swallow "he coulda ruined both of us!"

"Y'tellin me y'didn't think he was like totally hot? Big fuckin cop with his hairy muscles and day-old beard, big chest and..."

"Well..." the beer went right to his empty stomach, his frazzled nerves relaxing almost too quickly "if I knew he wasn't gonna like toss my ass in jail and call the rents like..."

"So..." Randy balanced on the arm of that same chair "if he walked in here bareass naked with a huge boner you wouldn't jump him?"

"What? Here?" spinning around, foam flying out of the bottle.

"Gotcha!" Randy tossed a towel from the bathroom at Joel. It was only some foam so Joel didn't feel like a total loser trashing Randy's priceless new carpet. He blotted it up as Randy grabbed Joel's duffelbag "so whatcha got here?"

"Hey don't!" but Randy was three steps ahead of him and beelining for the bedroom.

"What has your sick fuck of a mind been cookin up this time?" digging through the contents "like this?" holding up a pair of handcuffs.

"Put those away!"

"Or this?" a candle.

"Hey!"

"A scrub brush?" waving it around like a baton.

"Randy!"

"And what were you planning on doing with this exactly?" Randy tossed a length of rope on the bed, not able to keep the smirk off his face "you don't think for a minute -- "

"Hey you said this week I call the shots."

"So I'm askin ya: what are these for, exactly?"

"Take off your shirt if you're so curious" knowing he never would without a half-hour of struggling protest. Joel almost spilled his beer again when Randy's shirt came flying off and onto the floor "wow."

"And?"

"And put your arms behind your back" knowing he never would without a struggle. But Randy lowered his head and stuck out his tightly muscled pecs, his hands locked behind him as ordered.

Joel knew Randy was bluffing but snapped the cuffs in place anyway. They both knew they were not much better than toy cuffs and Randy could pop them off if he wanted but he made no effort to resist once the metal restraints were in place.

"Talk to me stud. Tell me what y'wanna do now" Randy's eyes never leaving Joel's pants.

"You been so askin for this Randy. You been taunting me and yanking my chain for so long I -- "

"So whatcha gonna do about it?"

"This!" Joel pushed Randy backwards onto the bed with a loud hmmmpph! He landed on his side with Joel on top of him "so ya wanna play rough huh? Okay let's see how you like it when I yank you around!" and Joel rummaged around in his bag finding several more lengths of rope. He looped the first under Randy's arm and tied it to the headboard. A second rope went around Randy's other shoulder to the other headboard. He dug around in his pocket and found the key for the cuffs.

"No don't. Lemme stay handcuffed."

"Tough shit" the cuffs opened with a sudden click. Once Randy's hands were pulled apart, Joel tightened the ropes, pulling Randy's arms up and sideways. This time Randy had little means of escape no matter how hard he struggled "okay cuz, this time it's serious. No more fuckin around" Joel yanking both of Randy's shoes off not bothering with the laces. Then off came his socks before Joel's hands went to Randy's fly "bet all this bondage shit gets you all sweaty and hard right?" running both hands over Randy's crotch until he found proof positive "yeah, totally boned like I thought" and the belt buckle was snapped open and the zipper yanked down "ya gonna fight me or these jeans come off, which one?"

"C'mon Joel knock it off! Y'know I don't mess around with guys!"

"Say what?"

"Dude I'm straight okay? I ain't into all your gay shit" and if Joel hadn't been staring right into his eyes he would have not seen the tiniest tick "so untie me and I'll just forget about this."

"You are so full of it" tugging down Randy's jeans with more struggling than Joel would have expected. But the way his white briefs were all stretched and tented told Joel he was fucking with his head "yeah, look at this!" rubbing his cock through the cotton.

"Hey! Get your fuckin hands off my cock!"

"Yeah, all hard up and just beggin for it right?" rubbing it fast and hard until Joel throught Randy might break the ropes. He reached through the fly and pulled the red tube of hard meat free. Joel had never seen him this hard and was about to ask him why when Randy yelled,

"You got five seconds to untie me, you sick fuck!"

"I'M the sick fuck?" and then Randy's nuts were tugged free as well.

"Yeah, now untie me if y'know what's good for ya."

"Yeah, you wish" Joel went back to his bag, no longer concerned if Randy's vision could make out what he was doing or not. When his feet were tied to the foot of the bed as well he pulled out his own camera and turned it on.

"Hey! What's that?"

"You ain't the only one on Santa's list."

"What is it?"

"Of something to keep this interesting" and in zoomed the camera for a closeup of Randy's exposed genitals. He tried to twist his hips out of the way, but Joel's butt came down on his ankles "yeah cuz, we're gonna have us a reall good time, right?"

"Okay fun's over! Untie me or you'll regret it!"

"Yeah, just like this" Joel's hand grabbed that hard red tube stretching almost to Randy's navel "dude you are SO fuckin HARD!" and just like that Joel's mouth engulfed the swollen head. When it was nice and shiny, the camera got off a few more shots "for someone who wants to be untied, you sure as fuck enjoy getting a blowjob!"

"Don't! I mean it! I don't want... fuck..." Randy started a slow rocking motion into that hot mouth. Joel felt the head throb once or twice and that gave him the next idea. He pulled off his own shoes and unlaced one, using the cord to form a nice tight restraint around Randy's balls and even once or twice around the base of that wet cock. Randy's dick went from rock hard to obscenely hard, the pointed head stretched to red-balloon stage.

"Oh no! Don't do that, please! I don't wanna..."

"Wanna what?" off came Joel's socks next. He lifted one foot into Randy's struggling face "yeah, stinky and nasty, huh?"

"Phew! That's gross!"

"Gross? Y'want gross?" Joel yanked off his jeans and briefs and scooted up until he was straddling Randy's face. No sooner was he in place than he let rip with a huge stinky fart. Randy coughed and gagged and tried to twist away but Joel only lowered his butt down onto Randy's face. When Joel felt a tongue pushing against his butt he almost lost it "what the FUCK?"

Randy's hmmpphpphhs managed to get Joel even more turned on if possible. But that tongue in his sweaty crack, teasing and probing and stabbing into that most sensitive area got Joel very worked up. He started jacking his cock, amazed how fast it got super hard. He never felt so oversexed, so crazy horny careless boned, and would have shot his wad right there had Randy not grunted,

"Don't!"

"Fuck fuck fuck" Joel grunted, his hand glued to his cock "I'm gonna... gonna..."

"Don't! Untie me Joel!"

"Fat fuckin chance!" Joel was seconds away from that most amazing blast he'd been saving for a week "you wanted to do -- "

"He said UNTIE! HIM!" came a voice like a thunderclap from the doorway!

"WHAT?!?!" Joel toppled off Randy, his hand still tugging barely able to focus on who stood there. It was that neighbor the cop! He was looming almost ten feet tall looking like he was about to crash through the doorjamb. Joel screamed and fell backwards against the wall, his hands in front of his face blocking the inevitable blows. He would have sagged down into a hysterical babbling pile had the cop not grabbed him by his neck and thrown him onto the bed.

"Untie him! NOW!"

"B-b-b-b-b-but but but..." Joel babbled, trying to keep his throbbing head from spinning into black oblivion.

"Damn faggot" and the guy was yanking and twisting at Randy's ropes himself, getting one then both his hands free "you are both gonna -- "

"NO!" and if Randy didn't throw himself at this guy twice his weight in an attempt to wrestle him off the bed and onto the floor. He had the element of surprise and might have succeeded had his feet not been tied to the bed. They toppled over and then arms and fists were flying everywhere "JOEL! JOEL!"

"Damnit Randy! Stop!" Joel tried to get between them and got a sock to his ear for his effort. At first he was trying to keep Randy from hitting the cop, then the cop from hitting Randy, then just keeping both from killing each other and himself in the process.

"Joel! His cuffs! His cuffs!" Randy yelled over the cop's swearing.

"What???"

"Get his cuffs! Hurry! Do it!"

Joel was so panicked and desperate to stop those heavy blows from flying everywhere, especially at his own face, he somehow managed to free the handcuffs from the cop's belt on the third attempt. Before he realized what he had done he had one around the cop's twisting right wrist seconds before he got slugged in his eye. With some help -- not much -- from Randy, he managed to secure the other cuff around one of the legs of the bedframe. If the cop was crazy before, that made him go ballistic!

"You BASTARDS! Let me go or I'll kill you both!" he screamed and tugged and had the mattress half-way off the bed before Randy managed to free his own legs from the heaving bed. He got a loop of rope around the cop's left arm and then wrist and with some help -- a great deal -- from Joel got it tied behind the cop's back "I'll kill you two I'll kill you two lemme go lemme go lemme go" and on and on until Joel got the bright idea to stuff some underwear in the guy's mouth.

It took a few minutes of touch-and-go kicking to get his legs and ankles tied together and somewhat immobilized. Only then did they realize what they had done. Looking like he was going to pulverize them any minute was a very angry cop tied up in a twisted pile on Randy's bedroom floor!

"Holy fuck!" Joel looked around the room. It was worse than a hurricane had struck, worse than a hotel room after a weekend of rock band partying. This was Randy's new bedroom and it was a disaster area "Randy, what are we gonna do?"

"Wow... wow... wow..." Randy looked at the room, almost glad he never finished putting all his furniture in there. All he knew was he and Joel were half-naked in a room with a very angry, and very bound cop "Joel, get his gun."

"Gun?" the thought hitting his brain hard.

"Yeah, get his gun, in his holster."

Joel dug around the struggling guy's hips but found nothing,

"Ain't here."

"Lucky for us. We'd all be dead by now" standing up finally "so now what the fuck we do?"

"WE? Damnit Randy, what were you thinking?"

"What were WE thinking, y'mean"

"Now what?"

"For starters..." Randy found a t-shirt on the floor and with a great amount of struggling secured the underwear with a tighter hood over the cop's face "let's keep him in the dark."

"Little late for that, he already saw us" Joel took in the state of the room, glad the "locker room" furniture was at the far end of the room "your room is pretty much totalled."

"Oh well..." making sure nothing major was broken, either in the room or himself. It looked worse than it was, with the bed and mattresses scattered across the floor, and the cop in a twisted heap half-on, half-off the box spring "guess we gotta..."

"We gotta what, Randy?" Joel was out of breath and sweating like crazy. He looked down at himself, down at his rock-hard cock still pushing out of his crotch. He could not help but notice Randy was in a worse condition, his cock and balls still hanging free of the fly of his underwear and bright red from the shoelaces "ain't y'gonna get dressed?"

"Kinda late for that now, huh?" nodding at the mass of bundled flesh twisting on the floor "maybe we should..."

"Should what?"

"Get him off the floor for starters" checking the knots on his legs, almost getting kicked in the process "okay we can't leave him here like this right?"

"What're we gonna do?"

"Help me with this a sec" and the two tried to unkink the big guy's arm from behind him. Joel got the end of one of his ropes secured around the handcuffed wrist and Randy got the cuffs open with some struggling. When they were finished, his legs were tied to his arms and secured behind his back in an untidy bundle.

"Can y'help me fix this maybe?" Randy nodded at the bed. Joel got the box spring straightened out and Randy got the mattress on it, stepping over and around the body on the floor. When they were finished, they surveyed the room for additional damage.

"My camera!" Joel found it under a pile of clothes on the floor. It was still on and appeared to be working.

"How about?" nodding at the cop still bound beneath them "a few shots for the record?"

"You like totally crazy or something?" Joel saw Randy give his exposed dick a few tugs "maybe you really should get like dressed..."

"Don't see the point, do you?" Randy straddled the cop's big waist and began a slow wanking "get a pic of this" holding his erect dick so it was pointing right at the guy's covered head.

"Randy, this is like really fucked up, okay?"

"You sayin you wouldn't like to get all horny kinky with this bound stud? Like he's in any condition to -- "

"He's a COP for crissakes!"

"And I'm horny, okay?" seeing the camera in Joel's shaking hand "and you ain't. C'mon just one or two okay?"

"I dunno..." but Joel was having a real hard time arguing with that really hard tube pushing out from his crotch. He took five pics before he caught himself.

"Okay, now you" Randy tugged the camera from Joel's sweaty hands "go on, it's like totally hot."

"I dunno..."

"Just one with your dick sticking out like that, standing over him" which is what Joel did. Not eagerly, not quickly, not without a certain coaxing, but eventually Randy got his shots. And once Randy's mouth got Joel's cock shiny and red there was no going back.

"Let's get him on the bed. Help me lift him up" Randy set the camera down on the bench in the locker-room area.

"Huh?"

"C'mon we can get him up between us. You this big strong football player, remember?"

"But he's easily like way over two hundred pounds!"

"C'mon, don't be a wuss."

Joel hated that word more than "fag" even. At first he was afraid the guy was going to kick or knee his bare nads when Joel grabbed his legs, but the big guy was almost immobilized with the rope-job. Joel thought maybe the t-shirt was too tight around his face but his breathing seemed heavy and fine. Maybe he just knew he was licked, or maybe he was calmly and methodically plotting his revenge. Between the two of them they rolled him onto his knees, then up and onto his back, half on the bed. When they were finished he was in a curled ball lying on his side in the middle of the bed, ripped sheets and all.

"Yeah, that's better" Randy went and dragged the tripod and camcorder over to the foot of the bed.

"Are you fuckin NUTS???" Joel jumped out of range grabbing his cock looking around for his briefs "you can't -- "

"What's it gonna hurt?"

"Us for one."

"Besides..." turning it on "it's like insurance or something. In case he gets second thoughts after -- "

"After what?" Joel did not like the expression on Randy's face. Maybe he was not thinking straight, all the blood pooling in his bound dick or something "Randy we gotta untie him and..."

"And what? Let him kill us? Arrest us?"

"I dunno I dunno I dunno..." Joel plunked his meaty butt down on the locker room bench.

"Well if you don't know I'll tell ya. First we gotta do a better job of tying him up. Two we get to do anything and everything we want, like he's in any position to complain, Joel."

"I can't, this is like really wrong."

"If it's so wrong, tell that to your dick" nodding at Joel's crotch "if you really don't want this to happen, if you can get that dick to go down for once, then I'll believe you okay?"

"C'mon Randy..."

"You come on" and Randy was tugging the big burly pile of sweaty flesh sideways and getting a loop of rope around one of the legs of the bed "while you're waiting, help me here, okay?"

They got one length tied around the two legs at the top of the bed frame. Joel could see the two ends dangling down onto the bed and had a bad feeling what Randy was planning. When he saw Randy tug his own t-shirt off and hesitate with his shorts Joel knew this was not going to end well.

"You gonna do him, aren't ya?"

"Your dick's still hard, huh?" Randy looked at Joel's front then at the struggling mass of muscles on his bed "if this is so wrong, tell your dick that."

"C'mon Randy we can't -- "

"What dya think I'm gonna do exactly?"

"Shit, knowing you you're gonna tie him to your bed so he can't get away and then fuck him."

"Okay, sounds like a plan" twisting the guy's shoulders until they were in reach of the ropes "you gonna help me for a change or sit there like a total useless wuss."

Joel swore he felt the bench shift beneath his ass. He wanted to let the room keep spinning, let himself pass out so he could wake up at home in his bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, all safe and warm. He wished the last year had never happened, his parents had not moved, his cousin Randy had stayed straight and unobtainable. He especially wished the last several weeks had never happened. What he wanted was to reboot his whole fucked-up life! But most of all he wanted his dick to go down!

"Your dick sure as fuck wants this to happen" Randy read his mind "so c'mon, let's get our big hairy guest comfortable" nodding at the two lengths of rope.

"What y'want me to do?" and that was it. Joel -- with his cock in the driver's seat -- turned a corner. He tried not to think about anything or anyone other than Randy and the tied bundle of angry cop on the bed just a few feet away. This is it! he told himself, no going back now. All those years of wrestling with himself, with what he wanted, with all those terrible thoughts he got whenever he saw some amazing looking guy at school, on the street, in a car, on a cycle, wondering if he had the nads to go through with any of it. All his "playing" with Randy could be filed in the "maybe-kinda" column up to that point, but from that moment forward there was no going back. He stood and felt the floor shift beneath him, knowing he was setting in motion something much larger and more dangerous than he had the brains to compose. And wasn't this supposed to be his day? Wasn't he supposed to be directing all this? Did he really want to sit back and watch like some stupid-ass punk on the bench while everyone else got to do what he only dared imagine in the dark? His twisted cousin was all but handing it to him on a platter -- well more like a bed -- but maybe, just maybe Randy was right; like the guy was in any position to complain. But what did Joel really want to do? Whatever it was, he was going to do it, once and for all! Even if there was hell to pay!

"Do what you do best" Randy crawled onto the bed next to the guy "just sit that fat ass down" patting the right hip of those black dress pants "right here and keep out guest warm."

"Hey! I ain't fat!"

"Whatever, just keep him from sliding all over. Sit on..."

"You want me to... to... to SIT on him?"

"Yeah, something you're good at, you're so good at tackling and all, so he don't get all fidgety when we" nodding at the ropes "while we make him comfortable."

"Oh shit..." Joel got onto the bed, trying to straddle the large midsection of the guy. He bucked a few times as best he could, but the guy was bound tight. While Joel did his best to keep him from rolling off the bed, Randy looped one of the ends of rope through and around the guy's arm and wrist. Obviously, he had been paying attention before. Feeling that, the guy gave Joel's butt several hard thrusts, the contact of their warm bodies only making Joel more horny if that were possible. Joel leaned forward and grabbed the other rope end, securing it to the guy's right wrist as best he could. He was close enough to smell the guy's sweat, his beer breath and soap all mixed together in one heady combination. Before Joel could pull himself up, Randy loosened the rope around the guy's wrists and two fists came up in a flash! Joel grabbed the one closest to him, while Randy grabbed the other, the foot of slack causing a moment of panic but the big guy was tiring and it was two against one. With Joel all but lying on top of the guy he yanked his arm upwards, tightening the rope again and again. Before that left fist could swing again Randy tugged it up as well. The cop lay flat on his back, his arms stretched as high and wide as his big muscles would allow.

"Keep him down Joel" Randy spun around and crawled to the foot of the bed, leaving Joel flattened on top of their captive, their fronts rubbing against each other, one clothed the other naked. It took no more than a minute before the guy's already bound ankles were secured to the foot of the bed "yeah, I knew that fat butt of yours would come in handy one day."

"I ain't fat I tell ya!"

"You're a goddamn football player" Randy struggled with the t-shirt all but strangling the guy's neck to remove it "think I'd try this if you were some skinny punk?"

"GodDAMN!" a beet-red face came into view as the cop spat out the wet underwear "you trying to kill me?"

"Fuck!" Joel straightened up until he was sitting astride the guy's thighs "Randy, we don't want -- "

"Okay ENOUGH!" the cop coughed and twisted, but his struggling days were over "untie me NOW!"

"Randy????" Joel did not want to budge, as much as his instincts told him to run to the nearest exit and not stop until he got to the South Pole. The guy beneath him was calm for the time being, but so was a volcano before it was set to explode. Joel heard that little voice inside his head telling him the safest place in town at that moment was straddling this bound pile of cop flesh. And yeah, the little voice was coming from that leaking tube staining the front of the guy's pants "why'd you take off -- "

"Speaking of taking off..." and the last bit of clothing between Randy and total nakedness was pulled down and off "I'm thinking you so don't wanna eat this, right?" waving his shorts at the cop's face. From Joel's angle it looked like Randy's hardon was being offered.

"You do and you're dead!" the guy looked at the wadded up underwear, then at Randy's crotch, then downward at Joel's bare crotch pressed against his crotch.

"Randy, maybe we better..."

"Okay Joel, you're next."

"For what?"

"Loose the t-shirt."

"What?"

"Don't think our guest will mind. Do it Joel" Randy went over to his camcorder, making sure it was still functioning "you don't need it anymore" almost grabbing the collar himself.

"Randy..." he bit his lip. A small defeated part of his brain told him that once he got naked -- totally naked -- in front of this cop, that would be it; the last chance of turning back would be gone forever. That tiny part between his ears counseling caution was almost down to a whisper. But that voice was drowned out by the screaming chorus centered at his crotch "fuck..." and Joel reached down and pulled his last article of clothing over his head, his beefy smooth chest right in front of the cop's face. Joel could not help but notice the cop's eyes bulge, going from his chest to Randy's crotch to Joel's, over and over again.

"Okay, party's over" the guy's voice cracked "you've had your fun. I need you boys to put your clothes back on, untie me, and we'll forget all about this."

"Already did" Randy adjusted the angle of the camcorder and got onto the bed beside his captive "Joel?" pointing to the empty spot on the cop's other side.

Joel did not know what Randy was doing until he knelt on the bed facing his cousin, the cop's thick chest between their two naked crotches. Randy reached down into Joel's dufflebag producing a thick rubber cockring. It was something Joel had planned to use on Randy, but instead it found its way around Joel's already swollen red dick. It took some time to inch it down the six plus inches of Joel's thick tube. Just when Joel could not take any more stimulation to his primed weapon, those sweaty hands left his crotch and dropped to the front of the cop's shirt.

"Get your hands away from!"

"Joel? I think our bud here is getting seriously overheated. For starters why don't you unbutton his shirt for him okay?"

"Me? Why me?" hearing: starters? Starters?

"Do it Joel!"

Joel reached down and gingerly touched the guy's hairy neck, expecting him to break free miraculously and kill him on the spot. His fingers found the top button, but the contact with that hot flesh was more than he expected.

"Don't TOUCH ME!" he tried to yank his torso away but only pressed his chest against Joel's hand more "you'll SO regret this!!"

"We're just making you comfortable" a very naked, and very hard Randy nodded down at the center of activity, slowing stroking himself "go on Joel."

"I MEAN IT! If you don't stop..."

"It's gonna happen" Randy's fingers opened the first button "get used to it. Go on Joel."

"You boys are gonna regret this!" but once Joel got a glimpse of all that chest hair poking through the opening, he wanted to -- no he HAD to -- see more. He opened the next button and then the third, the guy's big pecs covered with all that dark brown hair coming into view. His mouth was on the nearest nipple before he realized there were two sets of eyes watching him. But when his mouth slammed into that flesh all reluctance melted away, ice cube in August. The guy could have threatened him with anything or everything at that point, but it would not have slowed Joel down at all. He was so lost in the lust he did not even hear what the guy was screaming, then grunting at him. Only when he heard the steady snip of cloth did he look up; Randy was taking a scissors to the guy's left sleeve like nobody's business.

"Randy!"

"Not like we had a chance before we tied him up, right?" he continued to cut the sleeve away from the thick forearm, working his way to the fat bicep. At one point Joel had to pin the guy's shoulder down with his crotch to steady it for the last several inches of Randy's handiwork. The way the bicep stretched the material Randy had to exercise some caution to make sure he cut shirt and not arm hair. By the time Joel's fingers and mouth worked their way down to the guy's navel, the other sleeve was cut away as well.

He lay stripped to the waist, his furry chest and belly smeared with sweat and Joel's spit. Even with his arms pulled upwards, his large pecs were pumped and full, the dark matted hairs only making them look more sexy and suckable. Randy resumed his position on the other side of the bed, their two red cocks pointing at that expanse of bared flesh; he reached out and grabbed Joel's balls,

"Mirror game."

"What?" Joel pulled back a few inches. He watched Randy's hand on his sac a few seconds before it dawned on him he was expected to do the same to Randy's equipment. He tore one hand free of that expanse of sweaty chest hair and cupped those balls still tied with shoelaces. When Randy tugged Joel's balls downward, rubbing them over the guy's scratchy pec, Joel slowly did the same. They took turns rubbing each other's balls in small circles around the guy's nipples. Joel barely noticed their captive was no longer grunting hoarse threats at them. Randy's hand left Joel's balls and wrapped itself around the base of his cock, this time pointing it towards the guy's chin. Joel gulped twice then did the same with Randy's. When Randy's hand tugged him sideways, steering it towards the guy's face, Joel knew what was happening. Soon two cocks were being rubbed over the guy's chin and face.

Joel knew he was going to blow his load very soon, but did not want to embarrass himself by going off so easily. Neither did he want to see the reaction when the cop went postal dripping cum. So when Randy's nudges and tugs started to direct him to straddle the guy's heaving chest, Joel knew his dick was going to end up very close to that guy's mouth.

"You want to suck off my cousin here?" Randy slid down the bed, giving Joel room to close in on his target.

"You are so gonna regret it you better let me up now before..."

"Just open up and let it happen Len- "

"What did you -- "

"Go on Joel" Randy pushed Joel's hips forward "closer."

"NO!" the guy's mouth slammed shut as soon as the wet tip of Joel's cock made contact with his lower lip. He tried to twist away but now Joel's hands had a death grip on his head. Joel was seconds away from emptying his balls one way or the other.

"Pinch his nose Joel, he gotta breathe sooner or later."

Joel grabbed the guy's thick nose with one hand and directed his cock towards those tight lips with the other. After ten seconds Joel's cock could not take the growing excitement anymore and swelled. He closed his eyes as the first blast shot out of his cock. He heard a gasp beneath him and plunged down into something warm and wet as load after load started blasting out of him. He thought he'd never stop cumming, his dick kept firing and firing like he had been saving it for months instead of a week. He opened his eyes and there was that dark moustache swallowing his cock, his load, his total nut! The guy swallowed and gagged, but most of the load was going down his throat. Joel pulled out once he realized what he had done, and once the dizzy spinning slowed down enough for him to grab something stable.

"Get off me" the guy moaned, his face red and blotchy.

"Damn I'm sorry" Joel rolled on cue, already coming down from his high.

"Joel check this out" from Randy behind him. Joel turned around, and there was Randy's hand opening the fly of those black dress pants. Instead of a glimpse of white underwear, there was a huge fat erection straining upwards "Lou musta liked that."

"Lou?" Joel looked at Randy, to the hardon, to the guy's face, to the hardon "LOU???"

"Yeah Lou, Joel" the cop squinted his eyes at Joel, then the camcorder, then Randy "okay?"

"How'd you know -- "

"He told you earlier" Randy looked at Joel like he was nuts "you forget already?"

"What? When?" Joel's eyes had trouble leaving that exposed flesh at Lou's crotch.

"Finish getting his pants down" Randy slid off the bed, rummaging around the mess on the floor.

"Okay boys" Lou coughed "this stops right here" but Joel did not hear him. First his hand, then his mouth was on that cock so fast. The itchiness of the drying cum covering his cock was not enough to keep him from cramming that fat cockhead into his mouth as best he could. It was dry at first and then Joel's spit got another inch or two in, the crown flaring and pressing back against Joel's tongue, pressure against pressure, flesh rubbing flesh. Randy's cock had felt alien in Joel's mouth; this one felt like it belonged there, even if was choking him something fierce. Joel's mouth and that big cockhead were attached for good.

"Ungghhhh... unghhhh... stop... stop..." Lou groaned but no longer struggling.

"You like that, don't ya?" Randy stood behind the camcorder, stroking himself with an absent-minded tug. He caught himself and rejoined Joel on the bed, his hands tugging at those open pants "you gonna help me get these down?"

Lou was past caring about the pain in his shoulders, the cramp in the calves. His big thick cock was getting itself sucked and nothing much mattered beyond that. He even raised his hips up a bit, telling himself it was to bury another inch or two into that hot mouth, and so what if that meant his pants ended up around his ankles. Then he felt a second mouth on his hairy balls and that caused another hard flex of his hips into that mouth. Joel gagged but his mouth was back on that dick fast. Randy's sensitive tongue felt those balls crinkle and start to tighten upwards.

"Ya like that don't ya? You want nothing better than to dump your load in my buddy's mouth, right?" Lou knew he was maybe a minute away from cumming if that. He tried to keep from grunting the warning but those hot mouths lifted up as soon as his leg muscles started spasming "not so fast, big guy" Randy pulled Joel's head upwards with a great deal of effort.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

"Before you get your fun, we're gonna get ours, got it?"

"You two gotta... gotta..."

"What? Untie you?" Randy knocked Joel's hand away from Lou's cock. It lay flat on his hairy wet pubes, throbbing and red, looking like it was going to cum whether they touched it or not "no Joel, he's gotta earn it first."

"Huh?" from both of them.

"Okay Joel, tell'm the plan."

"Plan? What plan?" Joel wished he hadn't just blown his load, maybe his brain would be functioning better. But damn, his cock was still bone hard, and his twisted brain was not going to let this rest.

"Yeah, Joel, you got this big fuckin cop tied up and naked and hard. What's the plan?"

Joel again saw the image of this big hairy adult being served to him on a platter. Tomorrow he would be in jail, but today he was still calling the shots.

"Ok-k-kay Lou, he's our plan. My buddy Randy here wants nothing more than to blow his load next. Me I really'd not mind getting your c-c-cum... I mean watching... I mean... no I wanna feel it in my mouth, and you tasting mine all at the same time, right?"

"Fuck you!" over and over again.

"Okay, yeah that too" Randy's hand started a slow tortuous massage on Lou's balls "but first... "

"First we're gonna come to an understanding here" Randy's finger snapping the underside of his scrotum.

"Nothing doing!" Lou tried to shove his cock up into a non-existent mouth. When he felt himself pumping air he sank back down in frustration and anger "I want up now!"

"The understanding it this" Randy's fingers went below those balls between Lou's thighs "your hands stay tied but we gotta get this fancy-ass pants off -- "

"No way!"

"And to do that we're gonna be untying your feet."

"No Randy!" Joel jerked back, already protecting his crotch.

"We untie your feet and you stop all this kicking and fighting, got it?"

"You're both dead" Lou barked, with half the effort of five minutes before.

"We're gonna untie you and if try to kick at us, we're gonna work that cock of yours until you're begging us to cum!"

"Leave my cock alone" thrusting his crotch up at Joel's hand again and again.

"I mean it" Randy reached down and untied the first knot around Lou's ankles. As expected as soon as his feet were free Lou tried kicking and twisting at everything in range, Randy pulling Joel out of harm's way. After several minutes Lou tired himself out, his face and chest red and sweating buckets.

"Okay Joel, jack him off" tossing some lube at him. Joel expected Lou to kick him in the nads once he was back on the bed, but Lou was too busy catching his breath, his large fur-covered belly rising and falling every few seconds. Joel wanted to suck him off but Randy's plan was almost as good. He had that dick lubed and hard again in three minutes flat. Once he had a good rhythm going, Randy told him to stop!

"NO!" from both of them, for differing reasons.

"You gonna let me get these pants off now?"

"Fuck you!" Lou barked but his heavy legs stayed flat when Randy started untangling them. He had them off and on the floor before Joel could stop him.

"You know what comes next" Randy grabbed one of Lou's ankles and started lifting it.

"Don't even try it!" Lou screamed.

"Joel, straddle his face" Randy spun himself around as well "and flatten your body over his."

Joel grabbed Lou's hips and twisted around until his face was at those dark pubes, his own shaved crotch smashed flat into Lou's chin. He coughed a few times, the last few when Joel's mouth started doing nasty things to Lou's balls. Nothing Joel wanted more than to sit up and press his butt into Lou's mouth, getting a tongue in there again. Once Joel's tongue went to work on the greasy underside of Lou's hardon, a type of truce was declared. Lou struggled and twisted but did not deliver a hard kick to Randy's face, although it was right there. His leg was lifted and then Randy bent his knee, making Joel lean backwards, holding it against his own shoulder. When Lou felt a lubed finger start to slide around his ass he flinched and spasmed but no more. Joel held onto that knee for dear life, expecting the big hairy guy to break free and kick and pound them both to bloodied pulps.

"Cover his face" Randy's fingers continuing to work their way between those thick, muscled asscheeks "smother him if he gets any ideas."

Joel bent backwards until his knees were pressing into Lou's pits, his ass hovering over his face. As designed he could feel Lou's gasping breaths on his crack, his hands tight around Lou's right knee. When he saw Randy grab and lift Lou's other ankle, Joel knew what was going to happen. He expected to be riding a bucking bronco any second but Lou was that out of shape? The violent reaction never came.

"Okay Joel, dude lean forward and if your mouth finds itself... well, he's all yours" Randy lubed up two more of his fingers and before Joel's head could slide between those meaty thighs, Lou's hole was smeared with enough lube to make that hairy ass dangerous. Randy got those fingers around and then inside that hole, a deep gasp bubbling upwards to Joel's crack. He rocked up and down along the length of that sweaty body, all his nerve endings hyper-acute and tingling, his crack alternating with his balls for Lou's attention. With some maneuvering Joel's mouth found the big swollen head of Lou's straining cock, his tongue rubbing against the flaired crown, feeling it pulse in him mouth. Before Joel had a chance to see a hard cock approach Lou's meaty hairy ass, his face was re-buried between those two thighs as he plunged down the length, gagging on its girth, until his nose was almost against those tight hairy balls. He felt more than saw Randy's cock find that lubed hole and start to press into it. His own cock felt a gasp from Lou's mouth and then that scratchy moustache was rubbing against his own balls with short gasping jerks. Joel wanted nothing more than to bury his cock deep into Lou's gasping mouth but almost all his attention tried to stay centered on that fat dick in his mouth. He felt it swell before he lifted his head off it with a great deal of restraint, and got a close-up view of Randy's narrow cockhead press into that crack and then the first two inches disappeared. Joel held on for dear life, expecting the worst but when Randy paused, Joel's mouth again sought out Lou's cock, coaxing it back to its full thickness.

Joel's mouth was on autopilot, the sensation of a real honest-to-goodness man's cock pressing against his tongue, his mouth steady and warm, not so much sucking as just holding it in place, his cheeks puffing with each jab of Randy's cock, Randy's crotch mashing against Joel's forehead. After the fifth or sixth thrust, Randy's belly pressed hard against Joel's head and he knew Lou's ass was stretched wide with the full length of Randy's cock. Knowing that Joel's cock began to swell against Lou's face, his hot breath crazy on Joel's smooth shaved crotch. Joel was in pig heaven!

"Yeah, fuck that..." Randy took over holding Lou's legs back against his shoulders, Joel too preoocupied with trying to bury his face in Lou's crotch, his own balls pressed against Lou's face. Randy knelt on the bed watching his cock enter that hole inch by inch, until finally the whole thing was buried deep inside that hairy, greased ass. Once he was fully in, Joel's head blocked the view of this impalement but that didn't stop Randy from giving his several more thrusts and that was it; his cock swelled and flooded that stretched hole with several days worth of cum. It was fast and intense and then it was over. Randy slid his cock free, lowering Lou's legs as he did. As soon as Lou was flat, Randy expected another round of bucking and kicking but Joel's mouth on that cock began a total assault, sucking the resistance out of their bound captive.

"Okay Joel, switch!" Randy spun around to the side.

"Huh?" Joel pulled his mouth free of that hard tube after a long hesistation.

"Do it" all but pushing him off Lou's chest, taking his place as he did. The warmth radiating from his head and chest was more than Randy expected, almost worrying the guy was going to overheat and pass out on them any second. Maybe that was why his struggling was so weak.

"Stop, no more" Lou gasped before Randy's butt settled down on his face.

"Go on Joel. You want to..."

"But..." Joel found the lube and smeared some on his cock, a bit surprised how hard and how fast it happened. He lifted Lou's legs knowing there was going to be a great deal of struggling, but those thick legs were bent up and back on the third attempt. Joel looked down at his red greasy cock aiming at that hairy crack. Before he could make any fine adjustments, the head found the opening. He pressed forward and he felt his cock entering a cop. If he had not blown a load not a half-hour earlier, he would have erupted with little more stimulation. With the finesse of a truck he lunged forward and buried himself to the root, Lou screaming into Randy's crotch.

As soon as Randy saw Joel's conquest, he started jacking himself back to full hard, rubbing his balls back and forth against that bristly mouth and chin. His other hand went to town on Lou's chest, working and rubbing both of those nipples until they were greasy and nubbed. He could feel how turned on Lou was beneath him. He just hoped Joel could hold out a bit longer,

"Don't cum right away. Make it last. Make the big stud cop squirm on your dick, make him beg for it" his hand jacking himself harder and harder. Randy did not know what was hotter, seeing his cousin fucking the shit out of this big dude, or how his balls were enjoying the attention from his face.

"I can't... I can't hold out... I'm gonna cum..."

"Ya wanna suck him off now?"

"Fuck ya!"

"Okay, switch again" Randy yelled. Joel let his cock slide out of that quivering hole and rolled to the side as Randy raised himself up and grabbed Lou's legs before they fell with a loud bang.

"Don't... please... no more... "Lou moaned and flexed, his arms knotted with cramps, his hairy torso covered with sweat and lube. Joel wiped his cock on the torn sheets and straddled Lou's face.

"You want this or not?" pointing his cock at his mouth.

"No... don't... stop..." Lou squirmed and tried to pull his face sideways but Joel pinned his head between his strong thighs and bent the head towards his gasping mouth. This time Joel did not feel any resistance as his cockhead pressed down between those lips. As much as he enjoyed those few moments up Lou's ass, this was no second best. He lowered himself down on Lou's big chest, rubbing his belly against all those chesthairs and again found that swollen cock. His mouth devoured it, sucking like he was up against the clock. This time it would end only one way.

Randy had a slippery grip on both of Lou's knees and was about to lift them when he saw Lou's whole body lurch and spasm. He saw Joel gag, some cum bubbling out of the corners of his mouth before Joel grabbed the base with one hand and wrapped his mouth in a tight grip around the head as Lou continued to cum and cum, over and over into Joel's mouth. He tried to groan a protest to stop but his own mouth was full of Joel's cock as well.

"Fuckin hot!" Randy crawled off the bed, checking his camcorder, then finding Joel's camera as well "Joel, spin around and face-fuck him" getting Joel's camera ready, and firing off a few pics in the process "unless you don't wanna pop a load down his throat next."

"What?" Joel lifted off that sweaty body, cum dripping from his chin. He barely had time to straighten up before the flash went off in his face "hey!"

"Lou? Up to you, y'wanna suck off Joel or have him fuck his load into you next."

"Fuck you..." Lou groaned, twisting at his restraints "untie me..."

"Sure" Randy shrugged.

"WHAT?" Joel was half-way off Lou's chest, getting ready to straddle him for the final assault.

"If..." Randy took several close-up shots of Lou's cock, very red and still swollen, shiny and oozing the last of his load "if we untie you, you let Joel fuck you. Deal?"

"Randy, you nuts?"

"Lou? You wanna swallow his load, or have him pump it into your butt" Randy's free hand rubbing Lou's balls, rolling the two globes around in their greasy sac "you agree?"

Joel was just about to plunge his cock back into that mouth, knowing no way in hell he would agree to another, bigger and thicker cock up his butt, when he looked down and heard,

"Fuck... okay."

"Randy, you ain't serious!"

"Lou, we untie you, no more fighting" Randy was rubbing the bruise on his cheek "and we continue the fun, you agree?"

"Just untie me" Lou groaned, trying to focus on those balls and cock inches from his nose "no more fighting, I give."

"You swear?"

"I swear."

"Okay Joel, untie him."

"You untie him" Joel watched as his blow job evaporated "I ain't getting myself killed."

"Go on Joel" Randy held up Joel's camera "he ain't gonna give ya shit, right Lou?"

"Yeah, just untie me... please."

With an amount of apprehension approaching cardiac arrest Joel went for the knot on Lou's right wrist, expecting the worst. He was almost glad it was wet and tight, giving him time to stall. When he did succeed in unlooping it Joel thought that reddened fist would come flying at his face like a missile and he took the proper defensive measures. Instead Lou's thick arm went limp. Joel gave Randy a quizzical look then went for the other, knowing this time Lou would retaliate. But Lou's first priority once untied was to rub some circulation back into his wrists and hands. When Joel joined him in that task, Lou almost smiled.

"See? Told ya we fucked all the fight outa him" Randy continued to take a few more pics "right Lou?"

"Mebbe, mebbe not" he was preoccupied with his wrists and arms, rotating some feeling back into them, the corded muscles coming back to life.

"So y'gonna bolt for the phone or we gonna..." Randy made sure Joel was watching. Because if he didn't see it with his own eyes, he would be convinced it was one of Randy's bullshit stories.

"Y'don't gotta draw me a picture" Lou finished rubbing his arms and shoulders, bending and twisting with Joel close enough to hear the creaks and pops from his tortured joints. Seeing him naked and flexing his big muscles up close sent Joel's hand to his dick. But his jacking stopped in a flash when he saw Lou roll over to his side and then raise himself onto his hands and knees. He buried his face in the sweat-stained pillow, his ass in the air.

"Okay Joel... he's all yours" Randy nodded at Lou's extended butt "unless you're all sexed out."

"Daaaaammnnnn..." Joel rolled onto his knees, then his feet, debating his next move. But Lou did not budge, only flexing his furry glutes once or twice. And then Joel felt Randy's lubed hand on his dick. At that point all resistance was gone.

Joel got up on his knees behind Lou, still harboring some doubts about his safety. And whether he would live another day. What WAS going to happen to him? Was he about to destroy his life for good, or something entirely different? Entirely beyond his imagination. Hell, never in a million years did he think he would find himself at Randy's apartment about to stick his hard cock into... a cop? A second time? He was tempted to pinch himself to make sure this was not some weird jack-off dream. But his cock was hard -- still hard? always hard? -- although his head was spinning. There was a weird ringing in his ears but that could be the sound coming from the camcorder. Camcorder?

"Randy!" Joel spun around "that!" pointing without alerting Lou's attention.

"It's all good, go ahead stud" and Randy's hands were rubbing Joel's chest, making his nipples do that crazy tingling thing again. And the tingling went straight to his dick. And then his dick found itself between those muscled buttocks, a tangle of greasy hairs drawing Joel's cock deeper and deeper and then he felt it. Something gave way and Joel again felt that tight sleeve around his cock. He did not know if he should pull out or just let it sit there, expecting a protest from Lou beneath him. He never expecting that big meaty ass to lean backwards and engulf most of Joel's meat.

Joel groaned and his hips took over an automatic rocking, his hands grabbing onto those wide shoulders covered with that dark hair. This was a man! Joel could not help but take it in, a real adult man, and Joel was fucking him! Joel felt the heat radiating up from Lou's back and leaned forward, his smooth belly and chest rubbing against all that fur and muscle. He felt the bed shift, thinking it was another of those internal earthquakes, then opened his eyes to see Randy joining them on the bed. He watched in mild shock as Randy crouched down and aimed his cock at Lou's face. He did not twist away but opened his mouth and swallowed that long hard tube without any reaction.

Joel began a slow relentless rocking into that hot tight hole, knowing his second orgasm was a runaway train approaching the wall. He caught Randy's eyes and saw the expression and the way his muscled hips were flexing again and again as his cock pistoned into Lou's drooling mouth and that was it! Joel's cock swelled inside Lou's ass and started pumping its load deep down in that bottomless pit. He fell back down on Lou's broad back, the muscled back of a strong draughthorse beneath him, carrying him home.

"Okay Joel pull out" he heard from a million miles away. He heard the distant voice then felt hands on his rump, pulling his butt away from all that warm flesh "get on your back now" which is what Joel did, not that he had the strength to protest.

"Okay Lou, straddle him, no the other way" Randy was relubing his cock like a man on a mission. Lou eased himself to the side of the bed, then straddled Joel's prostrate bulk, head to toe. No sooner did his knees come to rest beside Joel's shoulders than he felt another cock at his ass. He leaned forward until he had a face full of Joel's sweaty, greasy crotch. He was not sure which happened next; Randy's long hard tube sliding in its full length or Joel's mouth leaning up to swallow his dangling cock. Either way, Lou was in his version of pig heaven.

Lou wanted to postpone the moment as long as possible, wanting to stay like that with a mouth on his cock and a dick in his butt forever if he could. But that mouth was too good and as much as he wanted to make it last at least until he felt his bowels flooded with another load, his sensitive cock could only take Joel's tongue so long before he felt the molten cum bubbling out of that place where the hard tube was pressing into his nut and then out it flew, Joel swallowing every drop this time. His ass spasmed and then he felt it; that tube inside him swelled to twice its girth and he felt all that warm stickiness coating the inside of his chute. Lou groaned and collapsed on top of the big high school football jock, guessing he'd pass out. Which Joel did.

"Okay, who's next?" Randy's voice asked from somewhere near the ceiling. Joel woke up as a big hairy crotch lifted off his face.

"You win" Lou stumbled to his feet, looking down at himself. He was a mess from head to foot, red blotchy bruises where the stained flesh could show it. He looked around the room. He heard a soft "uh oh" from the bed but ignored it. When he reached for his pants, he saw Joel shrink off the bed and to the floor. He stepped into them making sure the contents of the pockets were intact. Not that his primary concern was on them "okay boys..."

"Look... I mean... we didn't... I mean, it was..."

"Randy?" nodding his head towards the main door.

"Oh shit" Joel crouched over by the lockerroom bench. On his way out the bedroom Lou nodded at the set up.

"Nice lockers by the way. Much demand for them?" and he and Randy were through the door to Randy's hallway.

"Joel take a shower, you stink" Randy shot over his shoulder and was gone. Which is what Joel did, this time using the entire building's hot water supply for good measure.

"This is the amount we agreed, right?" Lou hesitated at the apartment door, offering a stack of bills towards Randy. He took the pile, counting them quickly.

"Whoa! Way too much" Randy knew his head was spinning something fierce if he was trying to turn down money.

"Keep it. Your cousin really really earned his pay today. Even if I thought he was gonna piss himself a couple of times. But that club of his never went down" looking down the corridor just in case "just like you promised. And yeah, that spiked beer didn't hurt, huh? So, thanks for `services rendered' and just get me a copy of that tape, got it?" and a bare-chested Lou started down the corridor towards his own apartment, the smell of cum in his wake.

"Wait! What about your clothes?"

"You know where I live" and Lou was gone.