The Exam

Saturday, August 10 continued

"Like I could ever find this place again" Joel steered the truck back onto the freeway, heading south, leaving the tiny gas station receding in the rear view mirror. He looked over at Kroos, or rather Kroos' mouth still red from the blow job back there.

"Joel we cannot keep doing these things. We could get ourselves arrested! Or worse!"

"Naw, we're careful" Joel gave a sideways wink "or not."

"Really, having sex in public places -- "

"Is even hotter with you along" Joel rested his hand on Kroos' bare knee, working it into his crotch.

"Stop! Someone might see!"

"Y'mean like that red Honda guy?"

"What happened back there?"

"You were too busy suckin the jizz outa that kid, and luckily I saw him pull into the station. Maayaan" he tried to imitate that Jeff guy "if he woulda caught us -- "

"That is precisely what I am talking about! If somebody were to have caught us -- "

"The only 'somebody' who woulda caught us was that Honda dude! And we'd still be back there! Shit we'd never get to eat" Joel slowed down watching the exits "luckily I intercepted him before he got an eyeful of the action in the john. He woulda wanted in, trust me!"

"So what did he say, what did he ask you back there?"

"Man he was a trip!" Joel sped up a bit, but keeping in the right hand lane. Occasionally a car would pass them on the left. And that map mysteriously kept re-appearing. But Joel's hand kept re-appearing as well, gravitating towards the sticky and crusty parts of Kroos' belly.

"Y'know what's the first thing he says to me? 'So where's your porn star friend?' can you believe that? So I had to keep him talkin cause there's no WAY I wanted him stumbling into the scene in the john okay?"

"Where did he come from?"

"Even funnier! At first he was trying to play pissed, how we ditched him n'all. Shit he hadda go like another ten miles before he could turn around and find us. Then he missed the turn off twice before he finally got it. Seems the signs are different northbound or some shit. So he's like trying to get my phone number, trying to figure out our scene n'all. When he offered to do me in the john right then n'there - but you know how shy I am about public sex..." he jabbed Kroos' side just as a car full of girls went by. They honked but Joel kept talking,

"Okay okay, I hadda stall him right, so I told him we're from like fuckin Nebraska or somethin - shit I was winging it okay? He made some comment about your plates so I told him it was my uncle's truck or some shit."

"He believed you?"

"Who cares..." Joel slowed down and started to ease the truck onto the off-ramp.

"Now what?" Kroos was half-joking, half-pissed.

"Now we EAT, stud!" Joel slowed down at the stop sign. Several cars including an overstuffed station wagon with Illinois plates immediately in front of them were jostling their turns trying to clear a relatively busy intersection. Behind them, a car with several guys was on their ass. Finally it was Joel's turn to negotiate the cross traffic. Unlike everyone else, they did not turn left but went straight.

"Aren't we going into the city?" Kroos looked around, trying to estimate their location.

"Later stud" Joel went straight a few block on the frontage road until Kroos could see their destination. They pulled into the busy parking lot of "Interstate Truck Stop".

"We came all this way for... for just another truck stop?" Kroos tried to sound indignant but Joel just laughed.

"And glad yer payin cause they got the best omelets" Joel turned off the ignition, surveying the line of diesels off to their left "and their pancakes ain't too shabby either. And dude" he reached behind him and grabbed his gymbag "I could eat five stacks right now."

"Joe please tell me we are going to change?" Kroos looked at how they were dressed.

"Sorry, the tuxes still at the cleaners" he got out and stood there snapping his fingers "what ya waitin for?"

"Joel at least let me put a shirt over this" pulling on his oversized basketball jersey. Joel had to admit it left little covered. The neck opening went down to his pecs, the sides were cut half way to his navel. And those hairy nipples were now nice and nubbed from the wind.

"Naw... y'look fine" Joel started to turn "shit, better'n fine. Let's go stud."

"And you cannot keep calling me that inside" Kroos was slowly getting out of the truck, making sure everything was locked and secure. He stopped to stuff a few loose items into the glove box and locked that as well. After all it was still his truck!

"C'MON! I'm starved!"

"Very well..." and caught up with Joel. They were met at the door but a family of four, trying to get in at the same time. Joel made the mistake of allowing them to go in first. So of course the waitress throught they were a party of six. Once Joel gave here the "are you nuts madge?" look the panic left her face and she directed the two away from the wholesome-family-seating area, past the counter, and back where the "other truckers" were sitting.

"Usually truckers use 'that' entrance" she pointed at the connecting door opening into the sundries store beyond the restaurant. It had a typical but extensive selection of auto supplies and other necessities catering to the trucking clientele.

"Well we got lost I guess" Joel smirked, keep it up and you can kiss your tip goodbye bitch! "and no we don't need menus. Two coffees and two number sixes. I want mine with extra cheese, wheat toast, cottage fries, and no faggy whipped cream on the pancakes okay?"

"And you?" she looked at Kroos. He looked at Joel all confused.

"What you want in your omelet?" Joel promted.

"Oh... I do not know... everything all right?" looking at Joel "wheat toast as well, and whatever cottage frieds are, and you may skip my... whipped cream also."

"Fine..." she brought over the utensils, and the extras for the coffee and pancakes. After what seemed to be several long minutes of fussing she left.

Kroos looked around, taking in where they were seated. She had put them in the last booth on the window side. Opposite them was another booth currently empty, in need of bussing. Diagonal to them was a booth occupied by two more "fellow" truckers. Behind Joel were three guys yammering away about something that happened down by St. Louis. Joel tried to catch some of it but they were all talking over each other and two of them had the thickest drawls. Man, he thought, those three got "redneck" stamped all over them. He loved it!

"I still do not understand why we had to drive all the way down here" Kroos said after his second coffee "we could have -- "

"Stayed in town? Naw, it's more... scenic... down here" Joel waved his hand "y'can almost forget yer a Yankee" he smirked.

"A what?" Kroos had not a clue.

"Not important. What is important is we got the whole day ahead of us" he looked at the clock: ten-fifty. In spite of all the "detours" they made good time. Of course a half-hour's drive took them over an hour but who was counting "and we should have some fun --" he was cut off by the waitress bringing two huge platters of food. And that did not include the pancakes which required another trip.

Kroos muttered something under his breath when he saw the food.

"Say what?" Joel looked up from murdering the catchup bottle.

"Oh..." Kroos smiled "you could translate it as: this army will never starve..."

"No shit... stud" Joel looked up and winked.

The two of them were too busy stuffing themselves to notice the booth opposite them was finally being filled. It was only when then heard a "willya look at that!" that Joel turned. The two guys he saw turned to look at him at the same time.

"Sorry" the blond one said "didn't think y'coulda heard me?"

"What ya lookin at?" Joel tried to sound tough, thinking maybe they were making a comment about them.

"This shit" the other one said "think they coulda at least cleaned this before" he tried to rearrange the mess on the table but it only made it worse.

"Oh... right" Joel kept up the tough-guy act "hey Madge!" he called at the waitress, whatever her name, and pointed at their table. She said something to a young guy in a white paper hat who rushed over and started bussing their table.

"Thanks" the blond guy said "where'ya from?"

"Reno" Joel blurted out, trying to keep a straight face, then went back to his food.

"Whatya haulin?"

Joel wanted to say ass! but looked at Kroos "hardware" seemed ambiguous enough. He did not ask them about their load.

"Cool..." the guys sensed the conversation ending so they went back to their own dialogue as the young guy cleaned the last of the mess from their table. And "Madge" was right there as well, all concern and apologies now.

Joel and Kroos tried to finish their mountain of food; Kroos had to leave a pancake or two swimming in a pool of syrup. After "Madge" poured them their last coffee and left their bill, Joel leaned over and said,

"Y'got some crumbs on yer lap."

"What?" Kroos looked down and started brushing his shorts. Joel caught some kind of motion out of the corner of his eye,

"Naw y'missed some."

"Joel I do not have -- "

"I say..." in a whisper "you do."

Kroos gave Joel such a look! At first it was confused, then annoyed. He wanted to argue but knew it would do little good. And there was this storeful of guys Joel would make him suck off, knowing him. So Kroos lowered his hand to his lap, not wanting to see if either of the two booths across from them could see. Joel snuck another glance to his right,

"Yeah just like that..." seeing the muscles in Kroos' arm flexing ever so slightly "now get yerself hard."

"What!?!?!" Kroos mouthed the word, not daring to say it.

"Do it."

Kroos looked out the window, like something was distracting him. At the same time his left hand was making little inching movements back and forth in his crotch. After a few moments, Kroos stopped.

"Why you stop?"

"I did... what you said" still looking out the window.

"You... hard?" Joel could not look under the table. He had to guess Kroos was.

"Enough..." Kroos whispered.

"Okay put your hands on the table -- "

"But they" he half-nodded at the other booth.

"Do it."

Kroos slowly raised his left hand, the one that had been shielding his crotch from view, up to his coffee cup. Joel did not turn but could hear the conversation across from them grind to a halt. As his own hand accidentally fell into his lap, Joel looked over, and sure enough, the blond guy was ever so carefully sliding his hand back and forth, his own lap responding and showing a lump along his left leg.

Apparently, the blond guy's gestures attracted the attention of the booth behind Joel. When those three familiar drawls also quieted to a whisper Joel threw enough money on the table to cover their bill and got up to leave. He was too busy "persuading" Kroos it was time to leave to notice the blond guy trying to catch his eye. It took a few moments for Joel to direct Kroos up and out of the booth, tent or no tent, and towards the back entrance.

"Lookin good you two" the blond guy said loud enough to catch Joel's attention, his gaze directed at both their crotches without any reservation.

Joel looked back into his lap,

"Back at ya" and the two left them to finish their meal. Their advantage was finishing before the other booth, and Joel knew it.

Kroos was heading for the outside door past the auto supplies, past the sunglass displays when Joel signaled him back into the store. Kroos nodded down at himself; Joel nodded back and mouthed: do it.

A few of the customers took notice of the big hairy muscled dude pass through the store. Joel enjoyed watching some of the truckers check out his shoulders and arms, their expression going from cocky to wary. Then as their glance took in that flashlight he was shoplifting in his shorts they rolled their eyes. A few who looked closer could tell it was no flashlight!

Some gave him wide berth; some made a point of lingering. It was a long twenty steps for Kroos to join Joel towards the back.

"Are you enjoying this?" Kroos readjusted and tugged himself once he was semi-hidden.

"Whatdya think stud?" Joel looked down at their crotches "I know the guy at the checkout got an eyeful. Joel was looking busy going up and down the drink aisle. Now and again he turned towards the back of the store. Over the rear door hung a sign: Facilities for Drivers Only. He noticed one or two guys come and go through the door infrequently. Joel sidled towards the end of their aisle towards the back door. As he did a rather haggard dusty guy headed for it at the same time.

"Hey bud" Joel called as he was passing them "anybody mind if we use the john?"

The guy adjusted his cap, giving Kroos a good up-and-down, "like anybody's dumb enough t'stop ya" and he even stopped to let them go ahead of him. Joel almost pushed Kroos towards the door.

"You ain't truckers?" the guy said behind them, once they were inside.

"Naw, just gotta piss" Joel thumbed back towards the restaurant "all that coffee y'know."

"Yeah I know..." the guy nodded towards the left where the open area displayed the while tiles of the restroom section. He went towards the right, towards the lockers and a small window with the sign "Rooms 40 Single 60 Double". He nodded at them and went up to the counter, a small guy materializing from inside the tiny office.

Kroos was all too happy to head towards the bathroom. At least there he could hide in a stall until he was more presentable. But Joel had other plans.

He set his ever-handy gymbag down on one of the sinks as he went over to one of the urinals. A guy there was just finishing. He saw the two, nodded and went over to the lockers. Just then Joel heard that unmistakable sound, to his ears nothing less that sweet sweet music, the sound every horny guy can recognize from the greatest distance: the delicious wet sound of someone starting a shower. Kroos stopped washing his hands and looked at Joel, a look of pure panic on his face.

"Oh no..." Kroos went up to stand alongside Joel as he was finishing. He pulled down the front of his shorts and started to piss "please do not tell me that is why..."

"Why what?" Joel zipped up,all innocent. He went over to the sink next to his gymbag as that sweetly scented humid chlorine cloud headed towards them.

Kroos finished and came up next to him, his hands all dirty again.

"Is that why we are here?" his voice very low. He nodded in the direction of the doorway which was obviously where the music was coming from.

"Just can't keep any secrets from you can I?" Joel looked around to see who was there. Another guy came in and went to the urinals. The guy by the lockers was taking off his shoes and socks.

"Okay now what..." Kroos looked around, waiting for the blow.

"Don't y'wanna get cleaned up?" Joel said, loud enough for the guy pissing to half-turn. Kroos looked back and forth between the shower entrance and Joel. Before he could answer the guy pissing turned,

"Wouldn't recommend it."

"Why is that?" Kroos took a step forward, expecting the worst. The guy finished and turned toward them and casually walked by Kroos towards the nearest sink.

"Only one head's workin" he said, examining his hands "and that one's more rust'n water."

"Someone in there's doing okay..." Joel did not enjoy the idea of bringing Kroos all the way here for nothing.

"Up t'you" the guy dried his hands, now giving Kroos a good once-over. He shrugged and headed for the main entrance.

Kroos looked at Joel, not sure if he should smile or frown. Joel went over to the locker and started peeling off his clothes, tossing them in. He pulled a towel out of his bag and wrapped it around his waist, the whole operation taking maybe all of a minute.

"Wait here" he told Kroos "I'm gonna see for myself" and he walked down the row of lockers, past the bathroom stalls and went through the door.

Kroos heard voices, one of which was Joel's coming from the shower area. He was just starting to pull off his tanktop when Joel returned. Bone dry.

"Daaaamnn" Joel sat down on the bench next to a shirtless Kroos. That was enough to get a look or two from the other guy, who was down to his t-shirt and briefs.

"So?" Kroos tried not to look in his direction but stared at the lockers "well?"

"Fuck why can't they fix this place!" Joel almost slammed his fist into the locker "dude's right. Three of the heads're busted. But the one that mexican's using seems to be workin just fine."

"So we wait for him to finish then?" Kroos was starting to untie his shoes.

"Naw don't bother" Joel packed the towel back into the bag, fingering the contents at the same time "like I wanna wait around all day for Jose t'finish in there" and he started getting back into his undershorts and shorts. He picked up the gymbag,

"Grab yer shirt. Come with me" he sidled down the row of lockers, down to the stalls. Kroos grabbed his shirt, pulled it over his shoulders and caught up with him. Before he could ask, Joel pointed at the last stall, the one with the broken door.

"In there" Joel reached into his bag and pulled out two items. Kroos stood there none too happy. When he saw what Joel was holding he tried pushing it back into the bag,

"Put that away!" he looked around seeing who could see them. The only one around was that one guy back at his locker, wearing nothing but a towel over his shoulder. Out of his clothes he was a bit studly.

"Here's the deal. We can't use the showers so you gotta do it here" pointing at the toilet stall "and your choice. Either no lube or this" producing the tube he knew Kroos would recognize as the green goo.

"Not here!" Kroos looked around. From the inside of that stall he could not see anyone. But he hoped no one could see him as well. No one except for Joel, who put the buttplug and the tube on the floor in front of Kroos. He took his now lightened gymbag and went over to the sinks, making sure he was lined up to watch him. Kroos yanked the two items off the floor before anyone saw them. By now Joel was too far away for Kroos to say anything to Joel without shouting to half the damn room.

Kroos gave Joel a dirty look but Joel just shrugged. Kroos sat down on the toilet like he was going to take a shit, pulling his pants only to his thighs. The buttplug he twisted behind his back like he had an itch or something. It was that moment the other guy chose to head down the row towards the shower area.

"Don't bother" Joel said before he intercepted Kroos "some dude's in there."

"Yeah... so?" the guy kept coming, passing Kroos. He gave him a quick glance "sorry" and kept going.

Joel waited until he went through the door then tapped his watch: hurry up!

Kroos shook his head and picked up the tube. He had the cap off when the guy re-emerged and went past him again, this time without looking.

"Tried to warn ya" Joel said.

"How long he in there for?" the guy stopped just past Kroos' open door. The look on Kroos' face was worth the drive.

"Dunno... maybe hours" Joel nodded in that direction and sneered.

"You... guys" he would not turn around "waitin too?"

"Not any more" Joel gave Kroos an impatient look over the guy's bare shoulder "like we're gonna wait two hours for one fuckin shower t'work."

"No shit" the guy stood there, hesitating where to go next.

"Aw, give'm five! minutes!" Joel shouted, pretending he was doing it for the benefit of the guy in the shower. But he was looking right at Kroos when he said it. Kroos slowly reached behind his back and squeezed some of the green gel from hell onto the business end of the plug, making as little movement as possible. The last thing he wanted was to draw any attention to himself.

He was just about to lift his leg to guide it towards his crack when the guy said,

"Shit! This five minutes is up!" and he headed back towards the shower, daring anyone to get in his way. Once inside Joel and Kroos heard a loud discussion that turned into an argument fast. Finally they heard the unmistakable words,

"Get the FUCK OUT!" and three seconds later a very wet hispanic guy, his towel almost wrapped around him in time, dashing from the area, almost slipping in the process. He was sliding and waddling too fast to take in the sight of Kroos half-crouched in his stall, as the wet dude jumped past. He looked at Joel, got a very nervous expression on his face and flew out of the room, not stopping until he was through the door heading towards the rooms in back. He almost collided with the guy from earlier returning. He saw Joel and nodded,

"Any problems?" with being here? he almost said.

"Naw..." Joel shrugged "except the fuckin showers're all busted."

"Say again?" the guy continued down the aisle stopping just short of Kroos' open door.

"Thought I'd get a quick rinse-off while my buddy -- " too late he gestured at Kroos. The guy half-turned, suddenly noticing Kroos sitting on the throne.

"Sorry dude" the guy turned his back fast "y'coulda picked a more private one..."

"Coffee trots" Joel said, trying to pull his attention away from Kroos.

"No shit" the guy chuckled, then gave a belly laugh hearing his pun. A slight motion behind him caused him to turn. That when he noticed how awkwardly Kroos was sitting.

"So how much y'lift?" the guy was trying to look at Kroos at the same time not look at him. His face was getting redder by the second "if y'don't mind me askin?"

"Two ten" Kroos said, trying not to lose the slippery plug from his grip.

"Man that's somethin else" the guy flexed his arms. Under his baggy shirt there were some carefully hidden muscles "me I'm lucky when I get one fifty up" his glance kept returning to Kroos "just how big are those guns, man?"

"Nineteen twenty" Kroos answered as fast as he could, hoping he was telegraphing waves if impatience. So why don't you leave?

"No shitting" the guy looked over to Joel "you look like you throw the weights around too."

"Yeah" Joel flexed, enjoying the flattery a bit. But he had a better look at the guy standing there, and was getting strong vibes from him. Like maybe this guy was being a bit too friendly "but I'm just flab compared to Kr-Carl there."

Of course the guy turned and gave Kroos a good look. Luckily the baggy basketball jersey was covering everything down to the shorts around his thighs.

"Carl is fuckin packed" Joel saw the guy was almost starting to shake, shifting his weight back and forth. Let's see the rabbit bolt! he told himself "yeah Carl pull off the shirt a second. Let'm see how ripped y'are."

"Joe... maybe after..." Kroos saw the trap closing now.

"Go on...do... it..." Joel gritted his teeth, making sure he heard the two words distinctly. When Kroos hesitated Joel tapped his watch again and nodded his head at the shower. Better hurry up man!

Kroos could see the guy was now giving him his full attention. Whatever thought of sending this guy packing was fading fast. Maybe if he pulled the tanktop off, the guy would be freaked enough to leave. After all he would realize he was standing there staring at a guy basically taking a shit!

So Kroos reached down and with both hands pulled the top over his head, trying to keep the plug hidden in a roll of material. At it cleared his head, his big muscled chest in full view, his shaved genitals all but staring at the guy he heard,

"Holy shit look at that!"

"Big ain't he?" Joel could see the guy almost ready to pass out. His face was now beet-red, sweat visibly splotching his ragged shirt wherever it rubbed his flesh.

"That what it looks like?"

"What?!?!" from both Joel and Kroos for different reasons.

"No way I'm standing here..." he lowered his voice looking back and forth between the two "seeing this muscle dude with a mutherfuckin..." almost whispering "buttplug..."

"Wait! I can explain" Kroos was trying to cover his crotch, and the buttplug and his entire body with the crumpled shirt. With some success.

"Dude..." the guy looked at Joel, expecting some reaction. When he saw Joel almost crack a smile he said "sheeeet. Your idea or muscle dude's" almost too much to take in. He kept his eyes on Joel, waiting for them to burst out laughing: Ha ha, sucker! Instead Joel quietly said,

"Mine. Cool huh?"

"Fuuuucck" he kept his eyes glued to Joel "you shitting me right? This is a joke right?"

"No joke" Joel cut in before Kroos could deflect what might be coming "he lost a poker bet so he gotta plug himself. Wanna see?"

"You fulla shit!" the guy stood there, but he did not leave.

"Go on Carl... do. it." Joel started to smear shaving cream on his face. His gymbag seemed to be well equiped with whater the situation called for, he smiled. Not like he'd been planning this for years, he thought. Well maybe a little. He pulled the plastic razor from the bag and started shaving, almost whistling from what Kroos could hear. He crouched there a moment, his bundled tanktop getting greasier and greasier as he tried to readjust it in his grip, but the plug's outline was plain as day.

"Hey Carl" Joel stopped his fake shaving a moment "toss me yer shirt, I'll like rinse it out for ya. Y'can't go around wearing it all lubed up like that."

Kroos tried to glare at him but it was no good. He unwound the plug from its greasy wrapper and tossed it in Joel's general direction. Joel picked it up and tossed it into the sink next to him, the water running over it, rinsing the green stain down the drain. Of course that left Kroos holding the plug, naked and bright pink, almost glowing under the lights. Damn, the kid really expects me to do this right here! Right in front of this guy!

The guy stood there, his attention now monopolized by what Kroos held in his right paw. He let out a low whistle,

"Y'fuckin ain't really gonna... I mean he's like fuckin witya... right?" he was almost afraid to look at Joel, expecting him to burst into laughter: ha ha sucker! Got ya good!

"Leavin soon as I'm finished here bud" Joel went back to giving his chin a leisurely stroking "like three minutes got it?"

Kroos looked at the guy, feeling he was the main event now.

"And that buttplug needs lots more lube I can tell from here. Do it!" Joel nodded over at the shower room "before y'get a real audience."

Kroos muttered something under his breath, and reached down looking for the tube of the gel. It was on the floor next to his left foot, the cap nearby.

He picked it up squeezing a healthy glob onto the tip. He brought it between his massive hairy thighs, crouching down in the process.

"Turn around. Give this dude his money's worth" from Joel, keeping an ear towards the shower room. At that moment another guy came in from the store entrance. He gave Joel a brief glance, saw the guy standing by toilet stalls, and headed over towards the room rental counter, looking tired and dirty.

"Two minutes" Joel went back to shaving his cheek, his eyes glued on Kroos and his friend. As ordered Kroos slowly turned until he was facing the toilet. He lifted one leg onto the seat and bent forward, giving the guy a real good view of his hairy spread cheeks. The guy gave some kind of low grunt as Kroos brought the plug to his asshole and squeezed out as the plug made contact with his brown ring. It pushed past the sphincter until the widest part was stretching his hole. There it stuck.

"Holy shit..." the guy's eyes were glued to Kroos now "you fuckin really doing it! I thought y'were jerking me around but--"

"Somethin y'don't see every day... right?" Joel was finishing up up the second cheek.

"Damn no... fuuucck...." the guy's hand was starting to graze the front of his jeans.

"Kinda a sick turn-on ain't it?"

"Fuckin...sick... is right" but the guy's hand was now giving himself a good rub.

"Go ahead, y'can let yer buddy out and get some air. Do it dude..." Joel was getting a major rod watching this now. Kroos was struggling with getting the fat middle of the plug into himself and this guy was starting to get into this big time. When Joel saw the guy start to unzip himself he contined "ya dude, pull that dick free! Give it a good wank but ya better hurry before we get any more company" nodding back at the guy at the counter who seemed to be ignoring them. He got something from the guy inside the booth, and went through the inner door, to his room no doubt "two minutes you two."

The guy had his fly open and his short fat hardon out. Now he was wanking it hard and fast, his hand a blur jacking his meat. Kroos gave a hard deep grunt and the plug slid another inch into him, the worst part easing through the ring. They all froze when they heard the shower stop. The guy flew into the stall next to Kroos, not bothering to stuff his fat sausage back inside his fly. His door slammed closed. Kroos did not have that luxury. He turned and crouched down on the seat, the last of the plug shoved home. He was sitting there barechested, his goods on view when the guy from the shower re-emerged from the cloud of steam, his towel wrapped around his waist.

"You dudes still here?" he nodded at Joel, glancing Kroos out of the corner of his eye as he walked by his open stall.

"Yeah finishing up" Joel splashed his face, cleaning the lather from his cheeks.

"Y'don't wanna be hangin round here any longer than..."

"Why's that?" Joel tried to look all innocent.

"Cause this place ain't... y'know..."

"Things get... rough... around here?"

"Well some of these truckers.. y'know... longs hauls and stuff... they might get the wrong idea seeing a young guy like you loitering around here..."

"Y'mean I might end up on my knees with dick down my throat..." watching the guy's reaction "or worse... right? Well thanks for the warning."

"Better watch yerself kid" the guy kinda smirked then headed into one of the empty stalls, closing the door. As soon as he did the first guy was out of his stall, his dick hard and red. Kroos was slowly coming to his feet, looking not a little uncomfortable. He was just pulling up his shorts when the guy came around corner.

"Show's over?" he stood there, a slow careful wank keeping his cock hard and happy.

Joel came from behind the sinks, clutching the bag. He looked at the two, whispering,

"Y'got one minute..." looking at the state the guy was in "y'wanna empty that thing y'got a minute to do it" he reached out, and gave the front of Kroos' shorts a tug down, again exposing his shaved crotch "blow yer load right there" reaching out a grabbing Kroos' cock, getting a bit of a swelling going. But it took the guy all of fifteen seconds before he was grunting and shivvering, then his cock swelled red and angry and he blew a week's worth of cum all over Kroos' front, re-coating his hairy belly, dribbling down into his crotch.

"Cool" Joel stepped away from them "now we're outa here" he said, now loud enough for the other guy to hear "before we get into any kinda trouble."

"Man you two..." the guy stepped back into his stall, doing his best to clean himself with some toilet paper.

"Pull your shorts up man" Joel muttered, going back to the sink. He rinsed and rung out Kroos' tanktop, then tossed it at him. Kroos had barely gotten the shorts up when the wet shirt hit him.

Kroos cursed at him and was about to say something when the toilet flushed.

Kroos was struggling into the wet top when the guy came out. He saw the three and gave a bit of a chuckle,

"Looks like you already got into trouble huh?" he started tugging on his towel, showing a bit of a tube "private party or can anyone... come?" looking at Joel like the other two weren't there.

"Feelin horny stud?" Joel started stroking himself in turn. Watching all of this had gotten him ready for his own fun.

"Always" the guy pulled the towel aside showing a real nice "show-er". His circumsized cock was already a full seven inches long. Man, Joel thought, he musta been standing in that shower the whole time waiting for someone to take care of that!

Joel was coming around the sink when the inner door opened and that last guy came in, heading for the lockers. He gave the group a brief glance.

"Sorry... later" Joel nodded at their company. He nodded at Kroos, gesturing towards the front door.

"Later" the guy wrapped his towel again, giving the latest guy a menacing look: don't even think about giving me shit!

Kroos was starting to feel the full effect of the plug pushing that goo into his prostate. His shorts were starting to highlight his own "show-er" fast. The basketball jersey would have provided some kind of coverage but because of its soggy condition just hung from him like limp gauze. He followed Joel back out to the store, trying to keep him in front of his boner as best he could. Unfortunately, Joel decided he needed some more items. Kroos followed him while he gathered drinks and, of all things, more towels. When Joel grabbed two more beach towels Kroos started getting ticked off,

"Okay Joel you got to have your fun. Now -- "

"Oh Carl" Joel loved calling him that "the fun's just starting..." he grabbed what he needed and steered Kroos to the check-out counter. Just as their turn came to ring up, Joel looked over Kroos' wide wet shoulder, "looks like we got company..."

Of course Kroos turned. Coming through the store, carrying a couple of six packs of beer were the two guys from the restaurant. Now that they were standing, Kroos saw they were both a good six feet plus. The brown-haired guy was a bit round in the belly but he had that swagger that signaled all-business all-the-time. His blond friend spotted them first. Joel watched as the blond guy gave his friend a nudge, nodding at them. When he saw Joel return his nod they ambled up to them, while they were in the process of ringing up their goods. Just when he thought they were finished and there was an opening for conversation Joel spotted another purchase. He had the guy behind the register add those two additional items.

"Interesting keyrings" the blond guy said. Joel turned to see him grab two for himself as well. But where Joel picked two of the o-rings from the middle rack, the blond guy's were from the bottom row. They must have been six inches in diameter, to Joel's four and five inch ones. He made a point of making sure Joel saw them.

"Yeah I guess y'could use'm for that" Joel shrugged, the check-out guy looked at the foursome oddly.

"Y'got any bigger'n these?" the blond guy asked the check-out guy.

"For what? Your horse?" yeah, he was on to them big time! "Try up the highway... at the adult bookstore" looking right at Kroos' wet front "if y'can hold it that long."

He finished with Kroos' sale "and I won't charge ya for that foot-long y'got stuffed down your shorts" making sure the two guys behind them heard. When they burst into laughter loud enough for the whole store to turn he gave Kroos his change and started ringing up the blond guy's beer.

Joel nodded "see ya" at the two guys and directed Kroos and his hard-on out the door.

Joel paced Kroos back to the truck, again making a point of getting into the driver's seat. As he started the engine they both heard a "wait up" coming from across the parking lot. The two guys were closing in on them fast. Kroos looked at Joel: hurry up and decide, we leaving or staying? Joel kept the engine running but stayed in park.

"So you two looking for fun or what?" the blond guy came around to Joel's side, his shorter buddy making a point of heading for their cab, slow enough to look back a few times.

"Depends on what you mean by 'fun'..." Kroos gave him his most menacing look. The guy took a step back.

"Hey no offense dudes" he looked back and forth between the two, then scanned the parking lot. No one was within a hundred feet "just thought you two were... y'know... cruising for fun" he lowered his hand to his crotch and gave a careful tug. When he saw Joel's glance follow his hand he whispered, "y'wanna stop by our truck...?"

"Your buddy play too?" Joel's hand was down in his lap, showing his interest.

"Naw..." the guy said looking around, his hand now starting to make his dick plainly visible. Joel almost heard a "I wish" after that, and that gave him an idea.

"So what're the two jumbo cockrings for?" Joel saw the guy was starting to show some serious meat "y'know back at the check-out?"

"Oh that..." the guy kept sweeping the parking lot for trouble. Every now and then he would allow a quick glance down into their laps. When he saw Joel reach over and start to fondle Kroos he almost swallowed his tongue "shit!"

"Fuckin hot ain't he?" Joel returned his hand to Kroos' lap after he tried to push it away the first time. Kroos was too flustered to make eye contact with the blond guy standing next to Joel "at least that's what the guy back in the locker room thought."

"Say what?" the guy's hand stopped his stroking. Like his own foot-long needed any more encouraging. His dick pushed down the length of his right leg half-way to his knee.

"Yeah after breakfast we wanted to clean up a bit" Joel smirked at Kroos, knowing what was stretching his guts at that moment "and some guy in there got so carried away, he unloaded his jizz all over Kr-I mean Carl here."

"You're crazy" the blond guy abandoned scanning the parking lot now. His uninterrupted focus was on Kroos "he what?"

"He blew his load all over his crotch. Carl show him."

"Joe..." Kroos finally turned to look at the two "we should leave."

"Naw" Joel looked at the guy, seeing the glaze in his eyes "no harm givin him a quick look" he looked back at the blond guy. Or rather his crotch, "right?"

"You shittin me..." he looked back and forth, not sure which of these two was the ringleader now "maybe I -- "

"Pull up yer shirt Carl" Joel turned to him " do it!"

Kroos saw he was getting off easy this time so he pulled the wet leaky bottom of the tanktop up to his chest. Even the blond guy could see some half-dried pasty stains on his belly hair.

"Man..." the guy looked at Kroos "y'do everything this kid tells ya to?"

"Yeah he hasta" Joel cut in "he lost a frat bet. So yeah he -- "

"Frat? bet?" the guy looked at them both. Neither one seemed the age for fraternities "don't know what fraternity y'talkin about but..." he scanned the parking lot again. This time his hand grabbed his cock through the jeans "y'think this might get me in?"

"Think so..." Joel turned to Kroos and winked "what d'you think?"

"Maybe..." Kroos answered very thoughtfully "You two from around here?"

"Ohio" he looked back at their laps "but we get through here at least once a week..." he was enjoying the show in Kroos' shorts big time now "man... sitting in the restaurant before, I couldn't help..." he reached inside the waist of his jeans to tug his dick to a less painful angle "just kept wonderin if that was all you" he looked at Joel's crotch as well "or if y'were smuggling sausages like that guy said" and gave a half-grin.

"Show'm" Joel said. He did not need to add the do-it this time.

"You dudes completely crazy! Not out here! We're out in the open!" the guy scanned the lot again. A car pulled in, eight or nine spots down from them "why don't we go somewhere..."

"We're heading down to the marina" Joel engaged the engine, keeping one foot on the break "but before we go" he looked at Kroos "give'm a look."

Kroos looked around, and quickly pulled the front of his shorts down. His hard, smooth dick came up for air. The guy almost choked,

"Fuck!" he pulled his hand from his jeans fast, hearing the sound of a car-door.

"We should be there for about an hour" Joel started to pull out "otherwise, the next time your through S*******n" he glanced at Kroos "get a check-up at doc Reynolds. He's in the book" and like that he pulled away, leaving the guy standing there hard and confused.

"Why did you tell him that?" Kroos was stuffing himself back together fast.

His face was not as angry as his voice sounded.

"If he's half as horned as he looked" Joel pulled onto the frontage road, heading back to the on ramp. Instead he took the cross road heading into Port "he might be a good candidate for..."

"I am not sure if we can handle any more -- "

"Any more what? Horny adults? You exhausted the whole tri-county area already? All guys over eighteen that is, right?" Joel came to the intersection as the light turned green. He was heading into town now.

"Joel you put our research into a very unfavorable light" Kroos turned to give him a direct glare "and besides" he watched the houses of the city start to cluster on either side "this is O****e county unless I am mistaken."

"Okay okay just givin ya a hard time -- "

"So far everything that has happened is not punishment enough?"

"Oh keep yer shirt on" Joel reached over, feeling how quickly the top was drying in the wind "and besides, this is tellin me you ain't mindin the punishment" giving his cock a squeeze. Kroos pushed his hand away, seeing everyone around him, both in cars and on the streets.

"Okay okay we don't wanna get arrested" putting his hand back on the wheel "just keepin it friendly is all."

"Well if we are still friends -- "

"Of course we're still friends what's that -- "

"Well then I must ask that you stop soon."

"Why?" Joel looked at Kroos squirming in his seat "getting all excited with that thing in ya?"

"I truly need to find a bathroom soon."

"Fair enough" Joel was at the main intersection. When the light turned green he headed for the marina.

"Almost there stud" Joel sped up and sailed through the parking lot. In a matter of a few seconds he was in front of the boathouse.

"I'll meet ya in there after I've park the -- 'your' truck" but before he could get a reply Kroos had jumped out of the truck and was half waddling towards the mens' facilities.

Joel found a place to park towards the back. He was thinking at first of finding a place where the new truck would never be dinged and dented, but when he saw how secluded it was... keeping the possibilities open, he told himself.

He grabbed his ever-popular gymbag, tossing the new towels on top of it. When he had everything he needed he locked the truck and started walking back to the entrance. At one point he looked back towards the truck, a wicked grin plastered on his face. Man, if this ain't a fuckin dream come true! Too bad this weekend's just flying by. And then it's off to that fuckin training camp and... shit! He forgot to call the rents! And Moose and Billy for that matter. Time's like this cell phones are handy but the boathouse has to have a fuckin phone! Which they did.

He got off the phone to his mom. She was more pissed than worried. Her loss, he laughed. He said he might not be home for supper, he'd call and that was that. His next call was to Billy's.

"Hey..." Joel got Billy on the second ring. Shit, was he sitting on top of the damn phone?

"Joel! What the hell is going on!?!?! Moose said you dropped by in Kroos' truck? What are you fuckin doing?"

"I can't talk long but here's the deal. Kroos is going to be kinda 'busy' today, so the coast is clear for going through the storage in the basement, got it?"

"But what -- "

"Chill! Listen!!! We plan to maybe drop by the Y maybe around four or so..." Joel lowered his voice "anybody's wantin a blowjob from the doc can meet us there -- "

"WHAT!?!!??!"

"LISTEN!!! But that's not the best! Tonight Kroos is putting on a little show. Well little if you count the whole town for an audience that is. This is where you come in! No listen! Y'know the supper club out past P******h? Yeah Mort's place - oh you DO know it! We gotta talk Herms cause - never mind, just tell everyone - all the guys from yesterday, anybody else who's into seein Kroos finally get his come uppance- and I do mean cum! Got it? Tell Moose I called - he's there? Yeah lemme... Moose?"

"Merklins what the fuck's this all about? What's this about Mort's?" Moose choked out the last word like it was a bone in his throat.

"Billy'll explain. Just round up anyone who's been on the receiving end of Kroos' little experiments cause it's PAYBACK time got it? Meet at the supper club around seven or eight or so - no we ain't eatin - unless y'mean..." Joel looked around, noticing one of the fishermen waiting for the payphone, giving him a bored and pissed expression "gotta go. We'll be at the Y round four if ya need me t'draw ya a picture. GO!" and he hung up.

Joel ambled around the facility, getting a sense of who was there that day.

The guy behind the counter offered to sell him a fishing licence; Joel explained his buddies got them already. Finally the guy went on to the next customer and Joel went around to the mens' rooms. Inside was the echoing sound of water dripping on tiles. Kroos was nowhere to be seen.

Shit! Did I miss him? he thought. Was he outside trying to find the truck?

Where it was parked it would take him a good half-hour to find it. And Joel had the keys in his pockets.

Joel walked around, eventually noticing one of the stalls was occupied. He went next to it and called "Carl you in there?"

"Yes" Kroos cracked the door "you alone?"

"Yeah why?"

Kroos emerged holding a wadded up roll of toilet paper. Joel guessed what was inside.

"Good" Kroos went over to the sink, tossing the papers into the trash. He started to rinse the plug in the sink, looking around nervously, expecting a squad of police or worse, their children! to come busting in any moment. But they had the place more or less to themselves.

"Put this back in your bag before anyone -- "

"No way!" Joel was cracking a smile, now that Kroos' crisis was over "here" and he reached inside and handed him the tube of green torture "and don't use it all up. The day's still young!"

"Joel no more!" Kroos looked around: is this the place for a confrontation? "How much more -- "

"I'll let y'know when I know. But right now" waving the tube, just as the sound of the door opening came from somewhere behind Joel "do it!" he whispered. Kroos grabbed it out of his hand, not daring to see who had joined them. As Kroos slid into the nearest stall, Joel shouted,

"Meet ya outside" and was gone.

Kroos sat down, looking at his implements of torture again! He thought about having a final argument with Joel right there and then. As he turned the plug around in his hand his mind started playing the various scenarios over and over in his head. He could have a knock-down fight with Joel - which he would win, no question - as soon as he went outside. The idea of police getting involved, especially non-local police put a damper on that idea. He could have a long talk with Joel, about how wrong this all was, exploiting his weakness like this... no, he smirked and spat on the floor, the hypocrisy of that made him almost laugh out loud. Or... yes, that might work, he thought. He could observe that Joel, beneath all the bullying and posturing, was still very much intimated by Kroos. And it was an intimidation based on... lust! Kroos knew from the first time he came into the office, with that self-inflicted dehydration problem, and when he laid eyes on Kroos... he never saw anyone have such a strong reaction. The kid obviously desired him. And maybe more. Maybe Joel, beneath all this crazy adolescent wildness, really wanted him. Deeply wanted him. Not just for the sex and the craziness, but more. Kroos looked at the plug and laughed! The kid was head over heels infatuated with him! Well then I must play up to that, he thought. Play up to his non-lethal side, to his love-sick tender side! Remember how fast he got him to this bathroom? he reminded himself. If Joel thought he was hurt, the kid would tear a hole through the city to get him help. That would be his ace card, he told himself.

So what to do with this, this thing! in the meantime? He held it up, hearing the rustling of a second person coming in. Then a third or was it the first guy leaving? Either way he was not alone anymore, and he could not carry this thing outside without drawing attention to himself. It was not a conversation he wished to have with whomever was out there. And his accent would only make them more suspicious!

He sat back down, knowing he did not have much of a choice. He greased it up a bit, then brought it to his now rather sore rectum and gave a push. As he hoped, all the previous indignities to his tender backside caused it to slide it with little resistance. This time the wide part snagged briefly then pop! and it was in. A final adjustment and it was secured in place. He stood up and tugged up his shorts.

As he opened the door he almost forgot his tanktop, hanging on the back of the door. As he pulled it on, he got a few looks from one of the two guys in the room, but for what reasons he did not care. He picked up the tube, slipping it into his pocket.

He was washing his hands when one of the guys asked him about the fishing. He explained they had not started yet. Between the accent and the strange answer, the guy just stood there giving Kroos a thorough up-and-down. Kroos excused himself and slid out the door.

He found Joel standing - or rather loitering - around outside by the door. He walked up to him, letting him see the discomfort in his stride.

"Yeah that's better... stud" Joel lowered his voice "now ya got that 'saddle-sore' sexy walk."

"'Saddle sore'?" Kroos looked around for the truck "I do not know what you mean. Where is my truck?"

"I parked it..." Joel pointed to a building beside the lot "behind that."

"Why?"

"Don't want it getting all banged up by these drunks, do ya?"

"Well no..." he looked at Joel "thank you. That was considerate of you."

"Well that's what buddies are for!" Joel gave him a friendly jab to the shoulder. The resistance of the hard muscle made him reconsider his next move. For maybe all of two seconds.

"Buddies?" Kroos looked around "is that what we are?"

"Aren't not?"

"Well I don't know if buddies..." he took a few steps, signaling his condition "make buddies do this to each other."

"Well this buddy does" Joel started walking. He turned to wait for Kroos to catch up with him.

"Are we..." looking towards the building "going back to the truck?"

"Soon...first let's take a walk."

"Where?"

"Down to the lake."

"Why?"

"Cause that's what tourists do" he stood there while Kroos swaggered over to him "that's what buddies do."

"I do not know what kind of buddies -- "

"C'mon Kroos if it makes any difference y'can get back at me - y'know do t'me what I'm doin t'you - oh that's right!" he looked at Kroos and barked a laugh loud enough for several people to turn "you already did!!!"

"Joel is this ordeal going to last the whole day?"

"Naw..." Joel started walking towards the jettees, passing more and more people as they did "y'can take it out once we're outa the county -- "

"No I mean the whole situation. This whole slave situation" Kroos thought he noticed someone turn at that word, but they kept walking, not needing to see the reaction.

"Y'can't tell me a part of you's not getting off on it a bit" looking him over. Kroos looked a bit haggard from the lack of sleep, his jaw black and unshaven. But out in this midday sun, dressed in that baggy jersey, his muscular shoulders and arms bulging and glistening in the sun, his hairy treetrunks stretching his shorts as he walked, Joel could not help but notice Kroos was turning heads as they came up to the breakwater. They started a slow methodical stroll down the walkway, the fishy smell of the lake mixing with the gas from the boats as well as the occasional burger smell that broadcast high summer. Joel could not help smiling at Kroos,

"Is this awesome or what!"

"Maybe for you..." Kroos tried to keep up with him, but his bow-legged walk would win no races.

"It's not designed for comfort remember?" pointing at the front of his shorts. Every gust of wind that lifted the bottom of his shirt, showed off Kroos' family jewels "but man the view is fuckin worth it."

"You sure this is what you want?"

"Want? Fuck yeah!" Joel waved at the harbor "look at this! A perfect summer day, walking with the biggest stud this side of the g.d. olympics... showing meat like there's no tomorrow... man only thing missing is a fuckin blowjob!"

A pack of three girls passed them, trying not to giggle. Joel made a point of ignoring them. But a group of two teenage guys sitting ahead of them turned. Their eyes were glued to the two.

"Too hot for these" Joel pulled his t-shirt over his head, then looked at Kroos to do the same. After a step or two waiting, Kroos pulled his tanktop off as well. They continued on until they were even with the two guys, who were doing everything short of doubling over trying not to stare. With limited success. As they passed Joel looked at Kroos, "too hot for clothes, but never too hot for a blowjob" and kept walking, hearing a cough and a strangled gulp behind them.

They continued along the concrete breakwater, heading out further down the pier. Now the only guys out this far were hunkered over their poles. Even then Joel could feel a few looks or hear a few mutterings as they passed.

As they passed the last of the fishermen they saw how far they had walked. By now there was glistening lake on both sides of the pier, the water on their left blue and choppy with the breeze. They had left the heat of the land behind. Nothing but cool fresh air. Even Kroos seemed to be walking lighter.

"Great out here ain't it?" Joel came along side him, both now keeping left of the concrete barrier running down the middle of the pier. Here and there it was painted with some graffiti and the ever-recurring "no swimming no diving" yellow stencils. When the pier made a slight dogleg to the right, a bending arm protecting the harbor, they had nothing but open water in front of them. A few sailboats drifted by in the outer haze. One or two fishing boats were heading out for trophy catches. The last hundred yards was empty, except for one lone person sitting beside the small metal lighthouse marking the end. As the storm-battered concrete became more pitted Joel slow to a stop.

"Yes I must admit it is great out here" Kroos looked around and then at Joel "very nice."

"You ever been here before?"

"No I have only seen some parts of the state but not this city, Port W********n right?"

"Yeah, Port."

Kroos looked around, seeing how relatively isolated they were. A part of him started getting goosebumps. He wanted to say: so now what? but he knew better. As if reading his expression Joel said,

"Maybe it's almost too warm for these" tugging at the waistband of his shorts. He set the gymbag down and rummaged a second. He pulled out two pairs of trunks, one red cotton and one white lycra. Of course he gave the white pair to Kroos. Before Kroos had a chance to say anything, Joel pulled down his shorts, crouching down a bit behind the breakwall, and stepped out of them bare ass naked. He stepped into the red pair and tugged them up, giving his cock an encouraging tug or two in the process.

"Some one could have seen you..."

"Someone with advance warning... and very powerful binoculars. Maybe."

"I suppose that you want..." he picked up the white pair and held them in front of Joel.

"You don't have to... of course not" Joel looked around seeing who was watching them. He guessed his little striptease attracted the attention of the guy at the end, but was not sure "or you could go butt naked, up to you."

"What?" Kroos looked around "we are out in public!"

"We're practically in the middle of the fuckin lake!"

"We can go back to the marina. I can change there."

"Too many people remember?" Joel looked behind him, back towards the land. Two guys were ambling their way. The same two who overheard Joel's comments as they passed "but y'better hurry. We're gonna get company in a few minutes" thumbing over his shoulder. Kroos looked back and saw what he meant "go on stud. Do it."

Kroos sat down on the concrete slabs, checking for loose debris or worse. He pulled one of the towels apart and rolled it out on the slab. Looking around again, he unsnapped his waistband, opened his fly and tugged the shorts down. If Joel had not grabbed them, the wind would have snatched them and rolled them into the lake. He looked around again, half-sitting half-crouching and stepped into the lycra trunks. Joel smiled at him, waiting for Kroos to complain they were five sizes too small. They weren't but it looked that way as he struggled to get them past his thighs. Finally he had no choice but to come up almost to a stand so he could pull them past his buttocks, his balls and cock stuffed into a full package in front. Joel reached out and gave it a firm massage.

"Did I say stud?" keeping his hand on Kroos' cock, feeling it firm up after a moment or two "maaaan" aping that accent again "make that jumbo super extra large mega-stud!" his hand rubbing back and forth, not stopping until Kroos' cock was filling fast and straining out the front of the stretchy thin material. You could count the veins almost.

"You are not too bad yourself... maaaaan" Kroos slipped his hand inside of Joel's trunks, pulling his cock up until the head was peeping out the top. Joel started to laugh but then closed his eyes and groaned.

"Suck me Kroos..." he backed up into the breakwall, lowering himself until his ass was just hidden, "I been waiting for this all through breakfast."

"But there are..." nodding first at the guy at the end who was now clearly looking in their direction. He then nodded back towards land where the two were slowly approaching.

"They can't see shit" Joel lowered the front of his trunks, his cock pointing at the sky "five minutes. If I last that long!"

"If anyone gets closer..." Kroos crouched down until he was completely hidden from sight. Only the guy at the end could see, but he was just standing there, looking over every few minutes. But when Kroos lowered his mouth to Joel's cock, his attention turned and stayed.

Joel closed his eyes as the warm wet mouth replaced the cool wind. As he feared his cock gave a throb or two and threatened to blow right then and there! And he had emptied his balls how many times in the last twenty-four hours? He grabbed Kroos' head and held him stationary, enjoying the feeling, not wanting to end the fun too soon. He almost didn't notice when the two guys came around the bend and stopped, not fifty yards from where he stood, his dick in Kroos' mouth, his orgasm building as Kroos' mouth and tongue continued their relentless stimulation of all the right spots. He gave the two a look and they stopped, watching everything now they could see below the breakwall. Now they could see the whole thing!

The taller thin guy nudged his buddy and whispered something. The shorter stockier kid did not turn until his buddy almost forced him to look. His beet-red face would have been bright enough to signal the passing boats. After a brief jostling the shorter guy was forced to stay, his retreat blocked by his friend. And his friend was enjoying the show no end.

When Joel established that the two were not going to give them any shit, hell they weren't even comin any closer, he started a slow bobbing motion of Kroos' head on his dick. It took all of thirty seconds for the motions to pump the blood into Joel's cockhead, it swelled and he started unloading into Kroos' mouth. Kroos swallowed fast then struggled to his feet, his knees red and battered. He picked up the towel and cleaned Joel's cock and quickly stuffed it back in his trunks. He was reaching for his shorts when Joel leaned down first, almost butting heads,

Hey!" Kroos tried to grab them from his grip but Joel would not let go.

"Man that was fuckin awesome!" Joel got them away from Kroos and stuffed them in gymbag "but if you're so shy you can use the towel."

"I have to wear the towel" looking back to shore "all the way back to the truck?"

"Or not" Joel stuffed his own shorts into the now bursting bag "we'll play it by ear" he looked back at the two who were still there, still watching them like they wished they had binoculars!

"Damnit Joel" Kroos saw the two "how long have they been there!"

"Just got there I guess" he lied "c'mon lets' go."

"We have to walk right past them" he glanced down at his trunks, almost transparent where they were stretched in front. And probably in back as well.

"Don't worry about'm" Joel started walking, hearing Kroos catching up behind him "they ain't gonna give us any problems" he looked behind him, seeing Kroos struggling with the towel around his waist "like they know we could break them in half if we wanted. Shit..." he turned and kept walking "we could toss them over and feed'm to the fishes if they give us shit... right stud?"

"Joel I do not want to get into any fights out here" getting the towel to cooperate "okay?"

"No fighting unless they so much as say boo to us" Joel saw them better now, and could tell they were not there to fight. Both of them were making a point of looking anywhere but at the two guys approaching them, the shorter one still blushing and nervous "and stud, just to make sure y'don't spook them y'can toss the towel over yer shoulders... so they can see y'ain't carrying any weapons like" looking back at him, seeing the clearly outlined cock jutting up and to the right. Yeah weapon is right! he cracked himself up. Kroos gave him a half-smile, the towel now around his neck. Joel turned and kept walking, the distance now halved to the two, sitting and not looking at them.

After another minute Joel came up along side them. The short round guy was too embarrassed to make eye contact. Joel passed him and nodded "hey" at the taller guy.

"Hey" he said looking at Joel, a smile cracking across his face "whazzup?"

"Nothin, you?" Joel kept walking.

"You two from around here?" the tall guy kept up the conversation, not wanting them to go.

"Naw, you?" Joel stopped a few feet past him. Kroos was right behind him passing the other guy, who was almost losing it, his eyes all over Kroos like this was the first dude he'd ever seen in his life!

"Yeah..." the tall guy checked out Kroos "whazzup?"

"Nothing you?" Kroos copied Joel's line.

"Shit you sure as hell AIN'T from around here" the guy whistled "where from?"

"Europe" Joel answered letting Kroos pass all three of them. When he was behind Joel he stopped.

"Figures..." the guy said "always heard about things like... less... uptight there" nudging his buddy.

"Shuttup" the short guy whispered.

"...like..." the tall guy thumbed back at the end of the pier "before... when you two -- "

"ShutUP Dan" the short guy was practically hyperventilating. If it were not for the cool breeze Kroos was afraid he was going to pass out right on the spot.

"What about it?" Joel lowered his voice squinting his eyes, his fists balled in case they were stupid enough to fuck with them. Dan saw Joel's reaction and raised his hands,

"Chill dude... just sayin..." looking at his friend "you dudes wanna trade blowjobs we cool with that... ain't we Turbo?"

"Just shut up okay?" Turbo was too embarrassed to look at any of them, but was keeping his hands buried in his lap.

"In fact Turbo here was just sayin -- "

"Shut yer face Dan!"

"--how he's always lookin for a blowjob right?"

"You full of shit!" Turbo jumped up, then sat back down on the breakwater fast.

"All he been talkin about all weekend's how horny he is and -- "

"Nothin wrong'n being horny" Joel grabbed himself through the trunks and laughed "but you saw that."

"Oh yeah" Dan smirked "glad no one came along."

"We're goin" Turbo started to leave but was caught between standing and sitting. He looked very uncomfortable.

"You still lookin for a blowjob?" Joel asked as casually as he could. He made it sound like: you still looking for baseball tickets?

"Shit!" both of them said.

"Well Turbo" Joel looked around "if you are, just say the word."

"You fuckin with us?" Turbo realized the two big dudes now stood between them and the shore. Not a good situation if things went down.

"Chill dudes" Joel glanced at Kroos "but if you lookin I'll help ya out."

"Shit!" Dan slugged Turbo "told ya these two were serious about blowjobs before!"

"Same goes for you" Joel looked at Dan.

"No way dude, I ain't a homo" Dan blurted out, "I mean -- "

"Nobody said y'were" Joel looked at Kroos "but you two were checkin us out good before!"

"Shit!" Dan lowered his gaze "not like everyday y'see two dudes sucking each other off" he glanced at Kroos "especially when one them looks like a lineman for the fuckin Packers!"

"Shit!" Joel slugged Kroos in the shoulder "dudes here think y'play football!"

"I do..." Kroos looked at them "I mean I did..."

"Fuck told ya he played ball" Dan nudged Turbo "but no fuckin way I woulda guessed he'd be the one suckin dick... no offense dude" Dan almost cringed.

"So make up yer mind or we're outa here" Joel started to turn.

"Ya Turbo here needs it bad" again the slug to Turbo's round shoulder.

"And you?"

"No fuckin way!" Dan waved them off "y'gotta be crazy or shit -- "

"Package deal" Joel looked at Kroos "both or none" back at Dan "and you get yer rocks off first" and like that Joel turned his back on them, grabbed Kroos by the shoulder and started heading in.

They had taken maybe ten steps when they heard behind them,

"Hey, wait up" and the two were coming up fast, horny desperation all over their faces, especiallly the guy called Turbo. Joel turned.

"So what's it gonna be?" again falling into his tough-guy voice.

"Okay okay, but only because my buddy here's so horny he'll never let me hear the end of it" Dan looked almost squeamish, but still slugged his friend "and this may be the only chance he gets before he turns fifty."

"Fat chance" Turbo looked at the lake, memorizing the waves.

"So like where?" Dan looked at Joel "you guys got someplace..."

"We meant right here" Joel pointed back at the bend, where you two been sitting.

"Yeah right funny" Dan looked at Kroos "we ain't from Europe."

"That's the deal" Joel looked at Turbo's cutoffs, rubbing the front of his trunks "and it looks like Turbo here is primed and loaded."

"Shit" he covered himself while Dan slugged him laughing.

"He's always like that" Dan faked a punch to his gut "think his mom's slipping him Viagra in his milk!"

"We stayin or goin" Joel looked at Turbo "cause the offer's only good for the next five seconds. One -- "

"C'mon Dan" Turbo already turned back to the bend "these guys ain't shittin."

"Two."

"Like I'm gonna whip out my dick in the middle of -- "

"Three."

"Do it Dan or I'm tellin--"

"Shut yer hole Smitty!"

"Four!"

"I mean it! You gonna haveta--"

"Shit okay! GodDAMN!" Dan looked at the two, then at Turbo "but you... oh forget it!" and like he was heading for the dentist instead of a free blowjob he crawled his way back to where they had been sitting. As soon as he made the turn, he threw his ass down on the concrete and started unzipping his fly.

"Stand up Dan" Joel was right behind him "I ain't--"

"You nuts? They'll see!" pointing back at the fishermen on the pier, not even counting everyone else.

"Like they all saw before, right? Like they saw Kr-Carl here" Joel curled his finger "so get yer ass off the ground."

"Damn this better be worth it...Smitty!" Dan slowly got to his feet, but hunkered down behind the breakwall as best he could. He was taller than Joel so he had to spread his feet far apart, his knees half bent. He looked at Turbo and Kroos, "make'm turn around."

"Why?" Joel looked at Turbo "they've seen dick before. Haven't ya... Turbo?"

"Maybe..." poor Turbo was going nuts by now "hurry up Dan!"

"Shit..." he reached into his fly and pulled it out "you breathe a fuckin word!" and out came his very soft, very thin cock. It looked like maybe four inches of circumcized meat, with a tiny pointy head adding to the tapered effect. Before anyone said a word, Joel was bending down and before Dan could react his cock was swallowed all the way to his pubes. Joel had enough left over to swallow his balls as well. And that put Dan into orbit!

"Daaaammnnn!!" he screamed, then realized where he was "he's even suckin my balls!" but Joel did not let up, feeling his cock swell up rock solid in his mouth. He was just about to make some room for the additional size when Dan started bucking and before Joel could catch his breath, started unloading into Joel.

Joel made a point of pulling away as the last shots streamed out of his cock, leaving a small ribbon down his chin. Turbo already had his pants open, and down to his knees. And what was poking out of his thick brown bush was almost twice as big. He was longer that Joel but not quite in Kroos' league. And all of them could compare because Turbo had his hand wrapped around Kroos' cock, his white trunks pulled down to his balls. Kroos was about to lower himself to his knees when Turbo burst out,

"Shit Dan no wonder you didn't wanna get blown!" Turbo looked down at Dan's shriveling dick. He was stuffing it back into his jeans as fast as he could but the damage was done "y'always made out that thing'd get bigger when y'got hard. Shit it looked like it got even smaller" his own cock just waving in the wind now, putting Dan's to shame and then some.

"Well y'know... it was so fast..."

"Yeah like a world record or somethin! What like ten seconds?" Turbo gave his own a pull or two, his other hand wrapped around Kroos' like an anchor.

"Shit at least I ain't touchin another guy's dick!"

"This ain't no guy dude!" Turbo was all but jumping up and down "he's like some fuckin Packer get it?"

"Football players don't go around -- "

"Wanna bet?" Joel looked at Turbo, let's rock his world "so who ya want swingin on that serious log of prime beef sausage of yours. Me or this stud!"

"Shit... like... y'mean...?" Turbo saw what was filling his hand, and the rest of the package as well "you...?"

"Hurry up we ain't got all day" Joel looked at Kroos "who?"

"Fuck..." Turbo grabbed his cock and pointed it at Kroos "for real?"

"Do it" Joel pointed at the dick and Kroos gave Joel a look, slightly shaking his head. But in a few second he was lowering himself to his knees, his head coming forward until he swallowed just the head. Turbo shoved it in the next two inches, almost standing upright in the process.

"Scrunch down dude" Dan looked around "they can see!"

"Fuck let'm!" Turbo bent forward a bit, rubbing his hands over Kroos' huge shoulders, his hips taking on a life of their own.

Joel stood there grunting words of encouragement. Dan took a step back, trying to look disinterested but no matter where he looked, his eyes kept returning to the hard crazy fuck his buddy was giving this dude's mouth. It went one for two, then three, then four minutes. Finally Kroos started playing with Turbo's balls and that pushed him over the top. He gave out a grunt and pushed Kroos' face away from his crotch, almost sending him backwards into the drink.

"Quick stand up!" Turbo barked, "fast!"

Kroos regained his balance and was almost to his feet when Turbo's fist gave his cock one last yank and he let fly his cum. And it splattered all over Kroos' chest and down to his belly. Turbo stood there yanking his cock, almost aiming for Kroos' shaved crotch. His last oozing glob was squeezed right on top of Kroos' foreskin.

All four stood there, oblivious to where they were until Dan said,

"Fuck will ya cover up for crissakes!"

He looked around expecting an audience to break into applause or something.

One boat had gone by but when Dan looked at them, they pretended to be looking somewhere else. He looked back at the fishermen way back on the pier, but they also were not letting on. When he looked back Turbo had his hard back in his cutoffs, still swollen and outlined regardless, and the big dude was starting to towel himself off, although it looked like the other guy had stopped him.

"Like you're welcome" Joel said, picking up his gymbag.

"Dudes like..." Turbo looked at Kroos "thanks! That was beyond awesome like un-fuckin-believable!"

"You ain't too bad yourself. Don't let Needledick here give ya any more shit. You are like a major stud" Joel nodded at Kroos, let's go "we're walkin back now. Probably a good idea if you two chill until" pointing at Turbo's front "until - or y'want everyone to know that primo meat of yours just popped a record load. Like you two gotta live here remember?" he winked at Kroos and started walking. Kroos wrapped the towel around his waist, covering the stained trunks as best he could, but a few white smears remained mixing with the sweat of his belly. He nodded at the two and rejoined Joel and his handy gymbag.

They ambled back down the pier, glancing back once at their two buddies. >From where they were, it looked like the lone guy who had been standing guard at the end of the long pier, had caught up with the two and it looked like all three were hunkered down behind the breakwall, so Joel could not see what they were doing. He had a good guess though.

The first group they passed nodded as they went by, their six-year old kid too busy with his pole to take much notice of them. The next group of three young guys saw them approaching.

"Okay Kroos" Joel whispered as they passed that first group "think this'd be a good time t'wipe yer face -- "

"Why?" Kroos gave him a hard look "do not tell me I have -- "

"Naw y'ain't drooling cum. Just give'm a good look, then ya can't wrap up again as we pass'm."

"I have to do this every time we pass someone?" Kroos squinted his eyes, trying to see Joel's expression.

"Naw, just when they look interested is all."

"For what reason?" Kroos saw the distance to the second group shrinking fast. He pulled the towel from his waist and started wiping his face. As Joel suspected one of the three noticed and nudged the guy next to him. The third guy gave a sideways look as slyly as he could. His sunglasses helped as if they were designed for that specific purpose.

"Cause it ain't every day they get t'see a real red-blooded in-the-flesh dick-wavin stud, is why" Joel took the outside lane, a half-step ahead of Kroos. As they passed the first guy, Joel thought he heard him say to his friends,

"Told ya some serious jocks were here today" he turned to Kroos "howzit goin?"

"Nice day" Kroos said, not slowing down. But when Joel slowed he knew he had to as well.

"My buddies here bettin me y'play for a ball team round here, that true?"

"Not any more -- "

"Tore his knee up" Joel cut in, stopping even with third guy.

"Where'z that?"

"Europe" Kroos looked at Joel: we're staying or walking?

"Indoor league" Joel was slowly getting a reading of the threesome. The first guy, the talkative one, was sitting wearing his wifebeater, some vague tattoo on his right bicep. His baggy ripped jeans looked like were held together with little more than will-power. The dude in the middle, a bit gone to beer-belly, now looked almost embarrassed that their previous comments were being repeated back to these strangers. The third guy in the sunglasses just sat there trying to keep his attention on his line, but stealing glances back when he hoped no one was looking.

"Man they let you use steroids in Europe?" the chubby one said almost to himself. Kroos bristled,

"I never use steriods. Do you know how dangerous -- "

"Chill Bob" the first one cut in "ain't it obvious this dude never took roids?"

"How's that?" Bob asked like the idiot he was.

"Bob you blind? He wouldn't be packin all that if he -- " he looked at Kroos, or rather his crotch "sorry man, but everyone knows roids can y'know shrivel up... y'know... a guy's fishin kit" nodding at his white trunks. Which was why Joel had Kroos lose the towel on cue, the white lycra doing almost nothing to hide his package. And as Kroos stood there under the sun, the sweat running down him into the waistband and into his crotch, you could have counted the pubic hairs, if he had any. That also was very apparent.

"Man they sure must grow'm big where y'come from..." the tattooed guy nudged his buddy and chortled, "no offense."

"None taken" Kroos looked at Joel "we should be going."

"You dudes take care" Joel started to turn "hope ya catch somethin."

"You too" from the middle guy "with that kinda bait he could catch a whale!" nudging the tattooed guy. All three broke in laughter and waved as the two wandered away.

"I told ya, you the stud!" Joel slugged him and laughed. Kroos tried to keep up as well as possible.

"I will have to stop at the mens' room again" Kroos was trying different ways of walking, sometimes waddling or swaggering or half-trotting, all with limited success. His butt -- or rather the gel -- was giving him no end of discomfort. And giving Joel no end of satisfaction.

"Y'gotta use the john already?"

"I need to get this" pointing towards the towel "outa me soon, okay?"

"I was thinking of makin ya keep it in all day -- "

"Joel NO!" Kroos stopped dead, then started walking more quickly.

"Well only cause I like ya" slugging him again as they walked by another group of fishers. Now they had the water on just the one side again, and it was almost solid people along their right "and y'been goin along with this like a real..." he looked around, too many people now "soldier" that caught one or two fisherman's attention, but they kept walking "so I'll compromise.

Another half hour" thinking they should be back in town by then. He could unplug himself once they get to the Y "fair enough?"

"But..." Kroos looked around, too many people in earshot "where?"

"Deal's a deal" and Joel signaled: hush. They made their way back to the beginning of the pier, occasionally being stopped by someone wanting to make conversation. A few young girls tried flirting with them but Joel smiled and kept walking. When a good-looking dude said "hey" they would stop for a bit, a familiar replay of previous conversations, with the familiar elements like "ballplayer" or "Europe" or "big guy" or "football" in almost identical patterns. One big-shouldered guy made a point of checking out Joel's crotch when he was not checking out Kroos' chest. He even started to show some wood before Joel apologized and started to leave.

When they were back at the marina, they noticed that last guy had left his well-defended fishing spot and was heading for the johns. Joel looked at Kroos,

"Looks we got someone on our tail" and Kroos looked back as well.

"So what are we - what am I supposed to do?"

"Let's see where he's headed first."

"And then what?"

"Let's play it by ear okay?"

"So we - I have another half hour of..." looking around "forced sex with anyone who comes along -- "

"Relax Kroos it ain't like that" Joel watched as casually as he could, but the guy was beelining for the restroons, trying not to look at the two. When he slipped inside, Joel continued "okay we both need t'piss and then we can leave okay?"

"Leave? Then where?"

"Back home okay?"

"Fine" Kroos followed. They made their way to the outside door of the john and went in, a father and son exiting at the same time. They went inside to the cool damp air, seeing about a dozen or so guys coming and going. They went over the urinals, finding spots on either side of that fisherman.

He was just about finished when he noticed who was on either side of him. He stopped tucking himself in. He nodded a quick "hey" at Joel.

"Hey" Joel pretended to stare straight ahead, memorizing the white tiles.

"Too many beers" the guy continued, his big shoulders making contact with them on either side. He stood there facing forward as well, but Joel could tell he was sneaking a look at what was hanging out of his red trunks. Joel got a stream going, more to clear the drying cum than anything else. What Kroos was doing he did not dare to look. Someone came up on Joel's other side; he made a point of ignoring him, pushing his crotch tighter into the wall. He could hear the noises behind him start to diminish after a while. About that time the guy on his other side finished and left. As soon as he did, the guy said,

"Catchin anything?"

"A few" Joel looked down at himself, getting the impression of the guy doing the same.

"I ain't getting any bites" the guy gave himself a shake or two. Joel hazarded a glance. As he suspected, the guy was not pissing anymore, just standing there, fingering his cock.

"Don't know why" Joel felt himself start to plump a bit. As soon as he did, the guy started to ease away from the wall a bit, showing a rapidly swelling dick, throbbing to hard with each heartbeat. Joel looked at it, then to Kroos who was standing there, his own cock out, not hard but as full as it had been all morning. To the untrained eye, it was hard for all purposes.

"Maybe I got the wrong bait" the guy took his hand away, showing a rapidly swelling piece of circumcized dick.

"Naw I guess that's the right size" Joel stole a look over his shoulder. There were still about four or five guys coming and going. He stuffed himself into his trunks before he got worse. He went to the washbasins and started rinsing his hands, glad the cool porcelain was hiding his front. The guy zipped up and went over to the stalls, going into the last one, but the door still open. It sounded like he was blowing his nose. Kroos pulled away,wrapped the towel around his waist and joined Joel at the next basin. Joel ambled over to the guy at the open stall,

"Y'got the right lures n'all" Joel made a point of staring at his crotch. The guy started rubbing it a bit "but some days the fish are too nervous to bite, y'know?" he nodded back at the room, guys still coming and going.

"Sometimes the school gets spooked" he looked at Joel's crotch openly, making his point "sometimes the fishing's better a ways up north."

"Where's that?"

"North end of the State Park... the dunes - you heard of -- "

"Yeah but I didn't know it was for fishin -- "

"Kinda not well known" he lowered his voice "kinda secret if y'get my drift. So some guys don't bother covering up their lures" nodding at Joel's crotch "so the fishin's more..."

"Like a..." Joel looked around but no one was in earshot "like nude?"

"Yeah y'catch on fast for such a young dude" he flushed and indicated he wanted to leave. Joel stepped back while he passed "take the county V exit, but go in KK and go until y'run outa road but..." he washed his hands, noticing Kroos starting to leave, the sound of the water masking his voice "keep it under yer hat. We don't want it overrun with..." he looked around "y'know..."

"Too many fish."

"Right" he kept the water running "but I think you and your buddy would find really good fishin there, got it?"

"Got it. Thanks!" Joel smiled and left.

He found Kroos lingering by the door, the towel looking at bit odd in this setting.

"Now can I have my shorts back?" looking around but if someone heard him he didn't care.

"We're leaving" Joel headed towards the back of the lot, Kroos at his side.

They went behind the building, seeing the trunk where Joel left it, but now surrounded by other cars. It would be a tight squeeze to get out.

"Better let me get it out of there" Kroos headed for the driver's side.

"No such luck doc" Joel jostled him for control "I can do it."

"I would rather not have you denting and scratching -- "

"I ain't gonna -- "

"Remember it is still my truck!" Kroos meant business.

"It's still very much your truck" Joel held up the keys "and I do not intend for anything to happen to it, got it? Look doc, if I so much as get one dent in it..." he could see the weekend slip away "well I won't okay?"

"You were saying?"

"I just was gonna say, if I get it dented I'll wear that the rest of the day okay?"

"I do not expect you to -- "

"Neither do it, okay?" he looked at Kroos "OKAY?"

"Just be careful..." Kroos slide sideways around the front of the truck, inching past the rear bumper of the SUV in front of them. He got around to his side, not enough room to open the door. Instead he stepped over the door and into to seat, losing the towel in the process.

"Cool" Joel said, doing the same. He threw the bag into the back seat and wiggled into the seat, "haven't I been a good driver so far?"

"Well..." Kroos looked around, not sure how Joel could get it out. They could back up but there was almost no room to turn "yes but.."

"Well hold that butt" Joel started the engine and slid it into gear. He put it in reverse and inched it back, careful not to come close to the cars on either side. When he was almost out he started a hard turn until he was inches away from the van behind them.

"You sure you want -- "

"This might take some maneuvering" and Joel turned the wheels hard and put it into forward. He inched up to the bumper of the car on their left. Going back and forth several times he was able to get the truck sideways, and clear of the last obstacles.

"Damn who parked these fuckers!" he inched forward turning hard again. His right bumper inched past that last rear bumper and they were free. He looked at Kroos,

"Now what about your butt?"

"What?"

"Never mind" Joel gave his crotch a friendly squeeze. Kroos looked around but they were just coming around the corner of the building back into the main parking lot. He reached again for the towel "y'won't be needing that."

"But once we get out of the lot..."

"We're leaving this sleepy little fishing village" clearing the lot just as a truck started to approach, pulling a sixty-foot yacht "not a minute too soon" and he turned onto the street, heading out of town.

"Where are we going now?" Kroos looked down at his attire, or lack of attire "I need to put on something?"

"Where we're going y'might be -- we both might be - overdressed."

"What?!?! Where is that?"

"You'll see" Joel cleared the stoplight, turning right. He found the sign heading for the freeway. It took one more stoplight and they were out of town. Once they got on the freeway heading north the temperature cooled by about ten degrees.

"Man didn't realize how hot it was back there" Joel felt the wind chill him, almost raising goosebumps.

"Can I put something on now? The wind off the lake is cold" looking to their right, seeing the lake not far from the road.

"Okay okay y'can put on yer tanktop if y'want" he looked at Kroos "cool off that hot bod of yours."

"What about you?" Kroos found his now-dry jersey and pulled it on. He held Joel's up.

"I'm driving remember?" Joel smiled "and I'm too careful t'try that while I'm -- "

"But we can stop -- "

"No need to. We'll be there in like ten minutes okay?"

"Where's that?"

"Keep yer pants on!" Joel looked at him and whistled "or maybe not. Man y'should see how sexy y'look right now! Maayaan..." he mocked the guy from earlier. They both laughed.

They continued north passing a few boring families, some of them looked and quickly looked away. One single driver gave them a big smile and honked. Joel honked back, giving him a thumbs up.

They had gone a few miles when they started to pass a semi. Joel had forgotten about everything except getting Kroos' truck unscathed to the park when he heard the semi honk on their right. Both looked at the driver, thinking something was wrong. Instead the driver gave the the biggest smile, honked again, and pointed at them, to his eyes, then back down at them, signaling: Like what I see!

Joel passed them and pulled to the right lane. To their amazement, the truck put on his signals and started to spead up to pass them as well.

"What is he doing?" Kroos looked backwards, seeing the driver and his passenger smiling at them. Joel checked the rearview mirror and slowed down.

"Let's find out" and checked the road around them, but no other cars were in their immediate area. But the semi was in the left hand lane easing up fast. As they slowly eased up next to them the passenger, a burly guy with a goatee, his basecap backwards, pulled off his t-shirt, his muscled arm hanging out of the window. Joel honked and smiled, giving the thumbs up sign back. When the passenger saw that, he pulled his arm back inside the window, did something Joel could not see, then raised his hips as high as he could. Joel was just able to see what he was doing. It looked like he had unzipped himself and was shoving his crotch almost to window level.

"Looks like we got some majorly horny truckers on our trail" Joel said to Kroos without turning. He reached into his own lap and pulled down the front of his trunks, showing dick. The guy in the truck looked over and his eyes bugged out, another big smile and thumbs up. He said something to the driver who eased forward, starting to pass them. Joel slowed down to give them room.

"Think they are likin what they're seein" he said to Kroos "when we pass them the next time you can lose the top and pull those tighty whities down. Start jackin for the driver got it?"

"Joel you know this is not safe..."

"The dude was practically flashin us from the truck Kroos!" Joel slowed as the semi's turnlights came on and they started to ease over. Once they were back in the right lane Joel's turnlights came on, easing into the left lane.

One car behind them was staying in the right lane in no hurry to negotiate this ballet.

"Okay here we go. Do it Kroos."

Joel started to ease up on the semi, slowly gaining on the cab. Once he was even with the cab he said to Kroos, "now!"

Kroos made a point of not looking at the semi as he pulled his tanktop over his head, tossing it between his feet. He lifted his ass, sliding the tight trunks past his cock, then down past his balls, hearing the honk from the semi. He looked over at Joel and started to pull at his cock, seeing Joel do the same. He finally got up enough nerve to look up at the driver who was smiling and nodding, pointing at his mouth.

"Shit the dude wants t'blow you!" Joel looked up at him, waving his cock up and over. The driver was making jacking motions with his left hand out the window. Unlike his goateed passenger, this dude was seriouly buffed and packed. His arm was tanned and corded with muscle, as were his neck and shoulder. They both looked to be in their thirties, the passenger maybe a bit younger. Finally Joel needed to finish passing. He looked up at the driver, gave a thumbs up and eased on, slowly getting into the right hand lane, but not slowing up this time. He knew they were getting near their exit so when he got over he put on his turning signals, letting the semi know they were going to be exiting. The truck pulled back, waiting to see what they were up to.

They continued on another ten minutes or so, a few cars passing them and the semi behind them. One or two looked over, but by that point both of them were relatively decent. One car did make a point of slowing down, giving them a good look-over. Finally Joel saw the exit for the park, knowing their exit would be coming up shortly. He put his turn signals back on.

After a moment or two they saw their county V exit and started exiting. When they had cleared the off-ramp and had stopped at the stop sign Joel looked back. Sure enough the semi was turning off the freeway following them. Joel looked around, but there was no wayside or stop of any kind. All he could do was follow the directions he got from the guy back at Port and hope he had not misled them. Joel turned and headed for this mysterious KK.

He went maybe a mile or two when the road ended, with an area for at most ten cars to park among the pine trees. Off to one side was an abandoned field, no fence to be seen. Joel turned off the engine, not sure what was going to happen next.

"Looks like we got company" he looked in the rear view mirror, as Kroos turned around, putting his tanktop on again. Behind them the semi was down-shifting, the road closing around them. When they saw the road end, they had no choice but to pull into the field, inching their way along, digging into the sandy soil. Once they were clear of the road, the semi lumbered to a stop. They heard a door slam.

The driver came around the front of the cab alone. He started walking towards them. Joel and Kroos got out to meet him.

"Afternoon" he called out "where the fuck is this?"

"Hey" Joel came forward "didn't know if y'wound follow us or not. Sorry" he looked around "had no clue what this place'd be like."

"So why'd ya turn in here?" the guy was pure muscle, not an ounce of fat on him. And he was tall. A real Nordic strongman, maybe two hundred pounds of lean mean pumped machine. Joel was suddenly glad Kroos was here with him.

"Sorry dude" Joel held out his hand "name's Joe..."

"Afternoon" the guy held out his hand and shook but not giving his name, giving Joel's bare chest and the front of his trunks a good up-and-down "that was quite a show you two studs were puttin on back there" still staring at Joel's front "you guys always cruise the road showing dick like that?"

"Fuck no..." Joel saw the guy's expression. Even he was not dense enough to miss interpreting it as slightly ticked.

"Almost went off the road!" he looked over at Kroos "when I looked down into your truck" he looked back at Joel "so what you two up to?"

"We heard there was a beach back here... kinda..." Joel glanced at the guy's jeans, trying to find signs of any interest "y'know private like."

"Oh you two want some privacy?" he looked back at his cab "or can anyone party?"

"We heard..." Joel looked at the blond dude, seeing his hand slide down a bit "it might be a nude scene" he looked over at Kroos "we just came t'check it out y'know?"

"Sheeet" the big dude laughed "from what we saw before looks like you two almost didn't make it here in time" slapping Joel's shoulder more playful than menacing. Joel had to smile.

"Yeah... well..."

"So y'want us to back off or..."

"Fuck no...it's a free country right?" Joel looked at Kroos then back at the driver "up t'you... studs" carefully checking his reaction "stay... it's cool..."

"Cool..." he looked back at the semi "but I gotta park that monster somewhere else. Can't afford to have someone tow us outa some fuckin quicksand or shit..."

"Well meet us then" Joel looked at Kroos "we'll be..."

"Don't worry" the big guy started to walk away "you dressed like y'were back there" nodding back to the highway "y'won't be hard to find" and he disappeared behind the front of the cab.

Joel and Kroos stood there watching them start up and slowly back out the way they came, sand flying now and then as they hit soft spots under various wheels. When they were back on the road, they did an awkward y-turn, all too reminiscent of Joel's maneuvering back at the marina. Finally they were turned around, heading back through the trees. They heard the engine disappear in the distance.

"Are they coming back?" Kroos went over to the truck, grabbing his shirt and Joel's gymbag.

Joel saw him grab the bag, at first panicking then shrugged. He got back in the truck, started the engine, Kroos looking at him puzzled. Joel moved the truck further down the row, behind a pine tree, again away from the possibility of being dinged. He got out and locked the truck, grabbing two of the dirty towels from the back. When he had everything he came up along Kroos,

"Okay soldier let's hit the beach" and started in the general direction of the lake.

"Are we waiting for them?" Kroos fell into stride next to him.

"That was fucking weird if y'ask me" Joel left the parking area, stepped over a few downed tree-trunks and into a wooded area. That gave way to a field, dried grass to their knees. As soon as they were away from the trees, the temperature climbed, in spite of the breeze of the water, "back on the freeway I got the impression they were ready to do us then and there.

You saw all the honking and waving."

"Yes... but..."

"Then when they pull in here he's like - Dude's like all cautious and edgy like."

"You must admit that getting a semi back here was no easy task, right?" Kroos was stepping through the grass carefully, not sure of their direction "and who knows, he had not idea what to expect. He probably saw where we were and got second thoughts" but Kroos was getting more than second thoughts. He looked towards the beach, recognizing the place, although he had never been there before. He had seen this place, or something very similar to it. But then he had been looking down on the beach from a certain height, watching himself and someone else with a great deal of interest. Who that other person was Kroos had no idea. But it was not his current companion, heading for the grassy area ahead. Yes, Kroos had been here before, he even recognized the dried fish smell of the lake ahead. The recognition gave him a shudder, a chillness going down his back. But the last time - the only time he had been here before, he had been strapped to the table, the machine running his experimental program. And who was that other person? Kroos almost lost his footing a few times, he was so deep in thought.

"Yeah he was probably pissed at us, thinking we were directing him to a wayside or truckstop and instead we're in the middle of fuckin wilderness here."

"Exactly" Kroos maybe heard part of what Joel had been saying "what if you were following two strangers and you ended up in the middle of this" he waved his hand around him "you would think it was a set-up right?"

"Yeah no shit" Joel was stepping from the dry grassy area and onto the sand when he heard a car engine behind him, coming from the direction of that parking area. They stopped as the engine stopped.

"You hear that?" Kroos stood there, feeling the heat boiling up from the sand, again a familiar feeling. He looked down at his feet, glad he was on the ground this time. Or maybe not, as his shoes could only insulate him so long.

"We got company. But that was no fuckin diesel we just heard!"

"No it was not our - your - two friends."

"Couldn't have been the guy from back at Port..." Joel looked at Kroos, feeling his shoes start to melt "c'mon we gotta get off this sand before we burn up" and started half-jogging to the shoreline. Kroos did his best to keep up, his painful hopping slightly comical. Joel made it to the water's edge, cooling his shoes in the lapping water.

Kroos caught up with him after a bit, standing on the wet shoreline. He was not ready to get his shoes filled with that wet sand right away. He crouched down and started unlacing them. By the time he got them both off, Joel was in the water up to his knees,

"C'mon in!"

"How cold is it?" remembering the feel of the cool water washing over him.

"Y'big wuss!" Joel splashed him. At first Kroos ducked out the way, then splashed back.

"Aren't ya comin in?" Joel was now up to the critical-depth, a few inches below his balls.

"Are we swimming?" Kroos looked around, setting the towel and bag down on the wet sand, above the wave line.

"C'mon in Kroos" Joel bobbed down in the water, gasping at the cool water hit the family jewels "shit!"

"What?"

"Nothin" Joel lied, his balls shrinking to a tenth of their size, his cock not far behind "c'mon in, yer half-hour's up remember?"

"What?" Kroos started to wade in, the cool water taking some adjustment, the waves colder and stronger than last time.

"Remember?"

"What!?!?" Kroos stopped fast, looking at Joel's face. How did Joel know about what happened to him with the machine? How could he know?

"Kroos don't you remember?" he dunked under, coming back up blowing water out of his nose and mouth "daaaaaamn, that's... damn that feels good" laughing a bit "remember, I decided to be lenient, and let ya lose the plug?"

"Oh that!" the moment of panic passed.

"What d'ya think I was talking about?"

"Just...?" Kroos looked around "so where are the facilities?"

"Yer standing in it dude!"

"What?"

"Right here. Ya got a whole fuckin lake doc!"

Kroos looked around, expecting to see faces with binoculars popping out of all the bushes. But they were alone,

"What about that car engine we heard?" he looked back towards the woods.

"Maybe they left" and almost on cue they heard the sound of a car engine again "see? That must be them leaving now."

"You really think it is alright... here?" Kroos came out farther until he too hit the critical-zone and gave out a yelp.

"Y'get used to it" Joel laughed "besides it would do that dick of yours good to chill out a bit. Man y'been like half-hard all day!"

"What did you expect!" Kroos dunked down, getting it over with. He came back up with a pained look on his face "that was cold!" colder than before.

"Y'get used to it" Joel dunked down again, completely submerging himself again. When he came up for air, the water was up to Kroos' chest "right?"

"Maybe..." Kroos was almost shivering "you sure about...?"

"Up t'you stud" Joel looked up and down the beach. Way to the south he thought he made out a figure, but it was too far to even establish if it was a guy or not "we got the place to ourselves."

"You are right" Kroos looked around then did something under the water. As Joel stood there, Kroos reached down and suddenly his white trunks appeared floating on the water. He stood there rinsing and ringing them for a bit then tossed them on his shoulder. Then it looked like he bent forward, reaching behind his back, a wince on his face. He grunted and straightened up,

"Ow!!" he yelped.

"You okay?" Joel came over to him.

"The water..." Kroos was rubbing behind himself "Joel, it is cold when it first -- "

"Fuckin big fuckin cold enema huh doc?" Joel put his hands on Kroos' back, "lemme -- "

"No you better not -- "

"I won't hurt ya dude!"

"It's not that..."

"Don't worry about that" Joel smirked "a little dirt ain't gonna hurt me when I got a whole lake t'clean off in. Just don't go havin no fuckin diarrhea all over the place okay?"

"Funny little man" Kroos held the plug and started rinsing it off. As he felt Joel's hands on his asscheeks he leaned forward, feeling the fingers trailing into his crack. And yes Joel was gentle with the tender flesh. In no time Joel had all the junk out of him.

"There... how's that?" Joel was rubbing his hands together, trying to get the itchy gel off them. He looked at them and damn! if he wasn't starting to prune! "feeling better?"

"You have no idea how much better!" Kroos reached behind himself to check his swollen hole. As he did the plug bobbed up and started floating away. By the time they had Kroos in working order again, Joel had to swim several strokes to retrieve it. He came back with it in his mouth like a dog!

"Hey get that out of -- "

"Relax Kroos" Joel stopped next to him, smiling and laughing, the plug falling from his mouth "I've had worse things in my mouth remember?" he felt his lips "but that gel doc... why don't you guys make a water-soluble version!"

"It is... to a degree" Kroos picked it out of the water before Joel could grab it.

"Just what the fuck is that stuff anyway?" Joel started to head back to the shallower water, goosebumps forming as the breeze hit the baring flesh.

"A combination of ingrediants, some organic, some inorganic, derived from..." Kroos saw Joel roll his eyes, and shaking his head. Kroos picked the trunks off his shoulder and was starting to step back into them.

"Leave'm" Joel looked back.

"What?"

"It's supposed to be a nude beach remember?"

"But we can be seen from where the truck is, can we not?"

"Maybe with binoculars, so?"

"But what if..."

"Look Kroos" Joel was half-way out of the water, by now, waiting for the sun to warm him "anybody comes back here knows what to expect... well except for those truckdrivers. That driver guy was totally confused."

"Can I put this back on, at least until we have a better idea of -- "

"Kroos there ain't a fuckin soul within ten miles!" Joel shouted, standing in the shallow water maybe up to his calves. Suddenly he heard giggling behind him! He turned to see a young couple, maybe college age, coming through the grass. He was wearing the ever popular t-shirt and jeans, she was wearing a triple-XL white t-shirt and sandals. What she was wearing underneath, heaven knows.

They came onto the sand, the guy giving them a shy wave, a small smirk on his face. They immediately started making haste heading to the north. Once they were a distance away, the guy looked over his shoulder; Joel nodded, not sure if it could be seen from that distance.

"That was close" Kroos said, the water above his navel, his white trunks no where to be seen. Joel assumed they were safely around his waist by now "nude beach eh?"

"Okay okay..." Joel got out of the water, going back to the gymbag and the towels. He picked up one of the used ones and tossed it into the water. He unfolded one of the brightly colored ones he purchased back at the truckstop and wrapped it around himself, drying his goosebumped flesh before the breeze could make him shiver any more. As he did he heard the sound of another car engine approaching the parking area, then stop. Fuckin busiest nude beach he even went to, he thought. But then this was the first nude beach he ever went to, he laughed. He looked back but Kroos was enjoying himself no end, happy to be splashing in the shallow waves. Okay, Joel thought, this is heaven, no doubt about it. A sunny warm day, a secluded - well almost secluded - beach, and a naked - okay we'll work on that part - super stud to be there with. How can we have this perfect scene never end, he thought. But the thought came, darkening his mood. It will end! It will end very very soon! This weekend will end, then Kroos will go back to being Kroos, Joel will go back to his fucked up life, and worse! that damn camp is starting and unless Billy and his friends are raiding the basement of the doc's place this very minute, getting all those tapes and burning them, the camp could prove to be the last straw for all of them!

Joel stood there, shivering in spite of the warming sun when he heard people coming through the grassy area behind him. He turned expecting to see the two truckers returning, but it was two young guys, if not in high-school then barely graduated, coming through the grass. The stopped when they saw Joel and Kroos, a very fearful look on their faces.

"More company" Kroos said, lowering himself a bit.

"It's cool Kroos" Joel turned his back on the new arrivals "lose the trunks. Do it."

Kroos gave him a stern look and started to object.

"Do. It" Joel lowered his towel, showing the two guys he was wearing only trunks. They had started to leave but stopped to see what was up "toss me the trunks."

Kroos reached under the water and tugged the clinging trunks down. The movement was unmistakeable even from where the two guys stood. When he bend down and pulled the trunks free of his feet, Joel heard murmurings from behind him. And when Kroos stood up again and tossed the trunks at Joel, he heard a very clear "fuuuuck" from the direction of the grass.

"Time to get out before ya prune dude" Joel shouted loud enough for the whole beach to hear. Kroos stopped where he was but heard the whisper "do it!" from Joel. He started wading towards the shore. It took maybe ten strides before his white shaved crotch cleared the surface, bright and shiny in the sun against the dark waves. Joel looked back and saw two stunned faces. He waved at them.

One of the guys tried to raise his hand but stopped himself half-way, totally spooked. And when they saw Joel lower his trunks as well, and then step out of them, both suddenly found their legs and started moving out of there. They started heading south, towards the main part of the dunes areas, looking back once or twice, to make sure they were seeing what they were seeing. By that point Kroos was on the shore, in all his wet naked glory. When they saw that, and when they were at a perceived "safe distance" one of them started pulling off his t-shirt. When he saw Joel glance back at them as well, damn if he didn't unbuckle his shorts and step out them too, his white untanned butt gleaming in the sun. His buddy gave him a nudge almost knocking him over. Joel swore that the last time they saw the two heading over the edge of the beach into the dunes, the naked one turned a last time, and there was something poking out of his crotch. It could have been a hand or part of the shorts but Joel knew he saw the kid's dick and then they were gone.

Joel turned back to Kroos,

"Told ya it was a nude beach."

"Only because we... instigated it" picking up one of the dirty towels, before Joel handed him the other beach towel from the bag. Kroos started to dry his hair, then spread it down on the sand and stepped onto it, his feet enjoying the cool softness "so do we put our trunks back on or wait to shock the next arrivals?"

"You really think we shocked those two?"

"Maybe, I am not sure" Kroos looked around "this is a wonderful place, even if it is a bit... public." yes he remembered the feeling that first time, how much he reveled in the bright warmth, hating to leave, hating to be sucked back to the sterile exam room.

"Only cause we're still right by the road" Joel spread his towel as well then rummaged in the gymbag again.

"Now what do you have for me to..." Kroos stood there, his arms folded on his chest.

"Relax stud" Joel pulled out a plastic bottle of water "catch!" tossing it at him.

Kroos caught it, a bit surprised, "what must I do with this?" cocking his eyebrow.

Joel laughed, "you must... drink it okay?" he grabbed one for himself, uncapped it and inhaled half of it "shit! Sorry they're warm."

"That is fine" Kroos was finishing his as well. He looked to Joel then past his shoulder, "more company" picking up one of the dirty towels, wrapping it around his waist. Joel turned, the bottle to his mouth. Standing just at the tree line was a guy.

"Can you see who it is?" Joel said without turning "I can just see -- "

"Think it may be our friend from the marina" Kroos said, nodding at the guy.

He realized the two had spotted him so he started to make his way through the grass. As he did he started unbuttoning his shirt, like it was the most logical thing to do. Once he was half-way through the grass Joel could see him better. Kroos was right. He recognized those broad shoulders sticking out of the sleeveless blue plaid shirt, the worn bluejeans half-hidden by the grass. Not acknowledging the two he crouched down on one knee, only his bare chest visible above the vegetation. When he went down on the other knee, Joel guessed he was taking off his shoes. But why there? He wanted to walk barefoot over the hot sand? If he knew this beach like he said, he knew he was in for a tortuous fifty yards.

Joel stood there, naked and starting to sweat, hearing Kroos breathing behind him. After a minute the guy stood up and started working at his belt buckle. He got it open, then unzipped himself right where he stood, and stepped out of his jeans, showing the faded red plaid boxers beneath. He bundled his shirt and pants into his right hand, stepped back into his shoes, and started toward them.

Joel waved now, feeling himself start to get aroused by this dude. He got a good look at his body for the first time, and was rather impressed with what he could see so far. The guy had a big chest to go with the shoulders, with a triangle of hair where his pecs met. There was a round area of hair around his navel getting thicker as it went down towards the red elastic waistband. And from what Joel could see as he cleared the grass, a pair of nicely muscled legs covered with the same dark brown hair running down from his belly. As he walked towards them, the fly of his boxers kept winking open as a lump started to form by itself, the guy making a point of keeping his arms away from his sides, like a gunslinger trying to keep his balance over unsteady ground. Joel could not help himself; he was throwing another rod right then and there. He looked over at Kroos who was keeping his waist covered with that towel, just staring at the guy, the oddest expression on his face. But the time Joel looked back the guy was twenty feet and closing,

"How's the fishing?" he said, the fly of his boxers now tenting out, something fleshy and red trying to poke out.

"Hot..." Joel said back, then at Kroos "right?"

"Yes... hot" Kroos stood there, not sure where this was heading. But seeing the guy again, it brought it all back to him. This was the guy he had seen in the vision! Why he didn't recognize him at the marina he could not understand. Maybe the lighting, maybe the combination of elements. Maybe he did not get a good look before. But seeing him half-naked and walking straight towards them, Kroos did not know whether to run towards him or flee as fast as he could.

"Yeah you two definitely got the right bait" he came up to them, just standing there, his hard cockhead trying to force its way out the opening. His eyes were trying to get Kroos' attention, but Kroos seemed to be looking right through him.

"So do you" Joel said, his hand untangling the last few wrinkles in his cock, looking around making sure no one was lurking in the trees again. When he looked back, the guy had pulled at the material, the head of his cock now free and hard.

"Thought you two were lookin for a special kinda fishing" he looked at Kroos "and from what you were hiding in those trunks..." he pulled on his cock so the final half was also cooling in the breeze "or not hiding."

"It's cool Carl" Joel nodded at the towel "buddy here's cool. Do it."

Kroos tried to shrug but his shoulders spasmed as he looked up and down the beach, then dropped the towel. The guy almost swallowed his tongue,

"Fuck..." he grabbed his cock almost in self-defence "the way y'were filling out those trunks I didn't know if maybe y'had y'know like a fuckin summer sausage stuffed down there -- "

"Yeah" Joel laughed "earlier he was wearing just plain ol shorts and somebody still thought he was shopliftin..."

"Maaaan" the guy came up to Kroos and just like that reached out and grabbed him "walkin around with a hard on like that! Wish I - " the physical contact caused them both to jerk, something electric shorting between them.

"Hard?" Joel smirked "shit he ain't even close t'hard."

"Come on Joe..." Kroos looked up and down the beach, then back to the tree line "we should not be standing here."

"Shit if you ain't the real deal" the guy was having trouble focusing "what I'd give to see this fucker at full mast..." again, Kroos heard.

"What're y'offerin?" Joel reached out in turn, grabbing the guy's cock. He jerked and pulled backwards.

"Man don't!"

"Why not?" Joel looked at him. What was his story all of a sudden "thought you messed -- "

"Fuck... it's just" his hand never leaving Kroos' cock, the voltage paralysing his muscles "I been super horned up all day... all week, ever since... and seein you" looking at Kroos "you two back on the pier at Port just set me off. I almost lost my load back at the bathroom okay?" he stuffed his cock back inside his boxers, a spot appearing where the head was crunched into a fold of the material.

"Don't ya wanna empty a nut dude?" Joel was slowly stroking himself.

"Name's John and fuck y'got NO idea!"

"Okay then... John... lose the shorts, get comfortable" Joel dropped to his knees and started fishing in that damned gymbag again "thirsty?" pulling out another bottled water. As he did the "keyrings" from earlier fell out onto the the towel.

"Damn..." he looked down at them "those what I think they are?"

"They were sellin'm as keychains" Joel looked up at the guy, his face right at crotch level "what a joke!"

"You're kiddin! Where?"

"Truckstop back at Port -- "

"Interstate?"

"You know it?"

"Yeah I go there sometimes. For the breakfasts y'know."

"No shit."

"They were sellin'm there? Didn't they -- "

"They were sellin'm in the trucker's store"Joel rubbed his shoulder against the guy's leg. When he didn't pull away his hand followed. The guy stood there and let Joel run his hand up to the bottom of the boxers "all innocent in a box right next to the check out. The guy behind the counter knew exactly what he was doing, without a doubt."

"Fuck..." the guy stood they while Joel's hand slipped under the cloth, rubbing his balls. The spotted front gave a throb and the dark area started spreading "fuck..."

"You like this" Kroos started rubbing the guy's shoulders, his hands working their way down to his chest and to his nipples.

"Fuck..." he closed his eyes "you two keep that up I'm gonna blow my load right here and now" his hand rubbing his belly hair, edging the front of the waistband lower, almost to his hairy pubes. His other hand was pulled back to Kroos' shaved crotch.

But Joel could tell they had a live one on their hands. He reached inside the leg opening of the boxer shorts, exposing his balls, letting them get some fresh air. The guy stood there almost holding his breath.

"Y'ever had two guys work ya over like this? One playin with yer nipples and some other dude doing... this?" Joel started massaging and pulling on the guy's balls.

"GodDAMN!" he pulled away "y'got no idea how sensitive my balls are. I always knew like someone playin with them like that..."

"Carl..." Joel winked at Kroos "bet we could get this stud to blow his load without even goin near his dick what'ya bet?"

"Are you suggesting... what I think?" Kroos looked over to the trees, this time seeing two faces appear from the shadows "we have more visitors."

"Shit! I'm gonna haveta take a little walk" the guy grabbed his stuff catching his breath "down into the dunes clear my head this ain't real" pointing to the south.

"Take some water with ya" Joel tossed him one of the warm bottles. The guy missed, what with his hands full. He bent down to pick it up. As he stood up again his dick poked out of his fly.

"Daaaamnn" he reached down to adjust himself.

"Here's the deal stud. Ya leave that pole out and blowing in the breeze til we find ya and keep yer hands away from it, got it? And I guarantee ya you'll have the time of your fuckin life!"

"Say wha?" he stopped in mid move, his eyes darting to the two guys approaching the tall grass, "but..."

"Leave it out and y'can even call all the shots, got it?" Joel nodded at the two approaching "we gotta check out their story first. Let's say fifteen minutes?"

"I don't know how long I can continue..." but he picked up his stuff and started making a hasty retreat south, hugging the water's edge, his path weaving into and out of the waves. Someone seeing him would have looked for the beer in his hand, surprised to see it empty.

Kroos started to fish around for his shorts, a bit alarmed Joel was making no efforts to cover up,

"Joel put something on! Some guys are coming!"

"Relax Kroos" Joel looked over, shading his eyes "and unless my eyes are really getting fucked up with this glare I think it's out two buddies from the semi."

"So?"

"Let's first see if the natives are friendly" he stood there lowering his hand. When those two stopped talking between themselves and looked over, Joel nodded. They nodded back.

"Chance I am not taking, not after all that has been happening" and Kroos slipped into his shorts, almost daring Joel to say something. Joel looked at him and shrugged "suit yourself..."

The two stopped and watch the truckers approach. It was an even call to figure out which twosome was more cautious. After all Joel and Kroos did not know these two at all, neither did the truckers have any idea if they were setting them up for godknowswhat!

But as they approached the truckers pulled off their shirts and waved. Joel waved back,

"Found parking?" he yelled over at them, naked and starting to redden in the sun.

The two came closer. Now Joel and Kroos had a better chance to get a good look at them. The driver was stripped to the waist, his hard hairless chest and arms corded with long striations of perfectly toned muscles. What the fuck was he? A trucker or a goodamn centerfold? His jeans were riding low on the hips, showing the ridged stomach muscles and defined hips. His light blondish hair was matted and dirty.

His buddy the passenger was all bulk, with a big round beer belly hanging over his faded dirty jeans. With his cap pulled forward, his eyes hidden in deep shadow, Joel could not see his expression. He guessed he might be in his late twenties, but the visor made it hard to guess, his hair probably buzzed short beneath the cap, or even a bit balding. Both large fleshy biceps were covered with dark abstract tattoos, even his right forearm was inked. Out in the bright sunlight his smooth, lightly haired torso made him look even younger, in spite of his unshaven state. Only his face looked haggard. He was already sweating and getting out of breath, keeping up with his hyper-toned friend. As they approached, the driver slowed down, either to let his friend catch up or to size up Joel and Kroos, now that everyone and everything was out in the open. They came up to the ten-foot point and stopped,

"Hey..." the driver said, looking back and forth between the two, checking Joel's crotch as he did.

"Glad y'came back" Joel looked at the driver, but made a point of smiling at his round friend.

"We couldn't decide if you two dudes were too crazy about company" the second guy said, trying to keep his eyes above chest level.

"Fuck no..." Joel stepped over to him, his wet shoes squeeking on the hot sand "name's Joe" shaking hands "my shy buddy back there is Carl."

"Name's Jerry" he said "and that's Arn."

"Arn?" Kroos came forward, shaking hands as well.

"Yeah, everyone thinks it's Ern but it's Arn. With an A" he shook Kroos' hand, both of them sizing up the others' strength. He looked Kroos up and down openly "big fucker aren't ya?"

"I still work out when the schedule allows" Kroos also was running his eyes up and down Arn's body.

"Accent's... Russian?" Arn kept his eyes on Kroos' towel "I always hear Russian's..." he decided to cut the bull and go for broke "got big dicks --"

He said it almost like a challenge. Like the opening volleys of the Cock Wars were about to start.

"Not Russian. Eastern... Europe let us say. Small country you probably have not heard of" he started to take deep breaths, swelling his chest for emphasis "Arn is... Scandinavian?"

"Yeah... Norwegian" he lifted his hand to his right pec, drawing Kroos' gaze there.

"Norwegians have big... endowments too I hear?" Kroos looked over at Joel and Jerry, who were frozen, watching the tense exchange.

"Sure is hot here today" Joel looked at the two "you two ain't burning up dressed like that?" not too subtle but effective.

"Fuckin hot is right" Jerry wiped the sweat off his face, pulling off his cap for a breeze. As Joel suspected his hair was very short, maybe light brown, thinning towards the front. He looked at the water trying to avoid all the exposed flesh "man sure would love to dive headfirst into that right now... shoulda brought trunks or --"

"Wear mine if ya want" Joel picked up the drying red trunks from the towel "I don't need'm right?"

"Y'always run around naked?" Arn looked at him "or drive naked for that matter?"

"Yeah that was some kinda fuckin crazy show y'were putting on back there" Jerry rubbed the sweat off his chest "what were you two dudes up to?"

"Coolin off" Joel looked at Arn "and when we just happen to get the attention of such a hot audience like you two studs... man..."

"You two always drop trou for every truck goes by?" Arn looked at Kroos "or what?"

"Yeah right!" Joel cut in "only when they start honkin and waving and givin us thumbs up an'all" he made a point of staring at Jerry's jeans "or shoving their crotch up at the window? What was that?"

"Just dropped a cig in my crotch is all" Jerry shot a guilty look at Arn "didn't know the whole world was watching" Arn stood there and smiled at Kroos.

"Being up high in a cab y'get to see a lot of things" he looked back at Kroos' towel "but two dudes showin dick, that's not somethin' y'see every day."

"Guess not" Joel looked at them "so you two must get awful horny driving all day" he made a point of giving Arn the same finger-in-the-mouth gesture he gave Joel before "right?"

"Okay y'got the idea" Arn looked at Jerry "I ain't above a friendly beer-and-a-blowjob when offered -- "

"Well we ain't got the beer" Joel made a point of keeping his eyes on Jerry's jeans "but the blowjob offer stands."

"Jerry don't swing that way" Arn looked at Joel then back to Kroos "but he don't mind if I get... into trouble... get the picture?"

"Y'mean you'd really turn down a blowjob?" Joel was not going to let it slide.

"Dude I'm married" Jerry shrugged, wiping his forehead again "but if Arn wants t'mess around..." he looked at the lake "that's his business. Me, I'm goin swimming."

"This place is almost as public as the freeway" Arn looked around, not seeing a soul. Of course at that moment they all heard the sound of a car engine.

"Let's take this down the beach for a while" Joel threw the rest of his clothes in his gymbag, as well as Kroos' before he could get to them. Kroos gave him a look; Joel shrugged a bit, threw the towel around his shoulders, tossing his red trucks at Jerry in the process. Joel and Kroos started walking along the wet sand, the other two falling in behind. Jerry tried to stay clear of the waves with decreasing success. After they had gone south along the shoreline for several minutes, Joel's eye caught the slightest movement several dunes ahead. Joel started to steer them away from the water and over the crest into the relative seclusion of the nearest bowl between two dunes.

"Damn it's hot back here" Jerry trudged along, his shoes filling with sand.

"Well y'can hang out with us" Arn cut in before Joel could say the same "or like y'said, y'got the whole lake a few steps away."

"I'm goin swimmin" Jerry turned back the way they had come and started sprinting back across the hot sand. Arn watched him go with a shrug but Joel stood there torn. He was not sure which would be more interesting. Staying here with these two or following Jerry and persuading him to feed his tool to Joel at some point. Joel decided to go for the sure thing.

"Over here" he followed the curve of the bowl to the far side, avoiding the oven at the bottom. Once he came to other edge he felt the cool breeze and more important, the shade of a few pines. The other two followed once they saw where he was heading.

"Okay you two" Arn stood for a moment, playing with the waist of his jeans "so what's it gonna be?" his smooth pecs shiny with sweat, every muscle rippling and intimidating.

"What's yer pleasure stud?" Joel reached out and started unsnapping his fly. Arn knocked his hand away like an annoying gnat.

"What!?!?" Joel was stunned "thought y'wanted to mess around?"

"I do" he said "but right now I wanna get a real good up-close-and-personal look at what the Russian's packin" nodding at Kroos' towel "let's see what the big hairy ape has in the basement" rubbing himself a bit "if the reality holds up to the advertising."

"You did not get a good look on the highway?" Kroos knew a challenge when he heard one "because I have rarely found many bigger than I am -- "

"Wanna bet?" Arn's fist were digging into his crotch now, kneading some blood into his crotch.

"He ain't kiddin" Joel tossed his blanket to the ground. He stood there naked and sweating, looking back and forth between the two like a tennis match "what's the bet?"

"We ain't got all day" Arn started openly rubbing a growing tube in his jeans "but I bet I got ya beat!"

"Prove it! What's yer bet?"

"Y'beat this" he pulled open the front of his jeans, pulling out the longest whitest cut dick they had ever seen "I'll blow ya til kingdom come! Otherwise, y'swing on this!" waving it back and forth. Joel and Kroos both stood there almost in shock. Hanging down from Arn's blond pubes was easily nine perhaps ten inches of the palest pink cock, dark veins standing out like even his cock had muscles, with a pointed head almost bluish by comparison. It was not hard but neither could imagine it lengthening much more when hard. Arn had the classic "show-er" rather than "grow-er".

"That's all?" Joel gave Kroos a look, stopping him from removing his towel "hell Kr-- I mean Carl here makes that look like a swizzle stick -- "

"Prove it!"

"So whoever got the bigger dick's gets a blow job right?"

"Yeah" Arn stood there, his jeans inching down his thighs, his hand starting a steady up and down on his massive snake.

"How about better stakes than that" Joel looked at Kroos.

"Joe no!" Kroos looked around "I am not -- "

"Whoever got the bigger dick can buttfuck the other guy!" Joel looked at Arn, almost expecting him to grab his pants and run for the hills.

"Deal!" Arn burst out in a heartbeat "But I don't think I'm gonna haveta be spreadin my cheeks today."

"Like you'ever been fucked before" Joel looked at Arn, ignoring the expression on Kroos' face.

"Maybe..." he looked at Kroos defiantly. I could even take you on! his expression said.

"Who? Jerry back there?" Joel started to play with himself, knowing he was not in the same league with these two but what the hell! "y'let yer buddy pop a load in ya at night? Man I'd love t'see that!"

"Fuck no! Jerry?" Arn almost sneared "I told ya he's straight!"

"Y'never even went down on him?"

"No" but both could hear the tone in his voice. Part bitterness, part frustration. Or at least he was giving a good impression of that.

"Damnnnn" Joel lowered himself to his knees, his hands on Arn's legs. After the second brushoff, Arn gave in. Joel's one hand went up to his balls, the other started digging in his bag. Arn looked down and saw what he was finding.

"Yeah, okay, do it" he saw the keychains Joel dug out "gimme one."

Joel handed him one, fishing out a second for Kroos. Arn pulled at it until the cheap metal ring gave, the black rubber o-ring free of the phony attachment. Joel did the same to the other one.

"Let me stud" Joel took it from him and carefully looped it around his low hangers. He slipped the bluish cockhead through the remaining opening, easing the rest of the inches down and through. Then he pulled the whole ring up until it was tight against his belly. Before Arn could react Joel was sucking the encircled dick into his mouth. Arn groaned and started sliding it in and out of Joel's mouth, feeling it swell with blood, the head widening and stretching Joel's mouth, the neck growing another inch down his throat at least. Joel pulled away, his hand still around his balls. Arn looked down then at Kroos,

"Y'still want that bet?" looking at Kroos' towel. Before he could respond Joel grunted.

"You better believe it!"

Kroos stood there, eyeing the slowly rising tube throbbing from Arn's crotch. Now that it was approaching full hard, it was intimidating to say the least. With that cockring the color had gone from white to bright red, the same as his tightening balls, contrasting with the pure white of his crotch. Beside the glowing red of his equipment the rest of his torso was a perfect pink, darkening slightly to the pale tan of his face and arms. He reached down to Kroos' towel,

"Okay y'big hairy stud, time to see if I'm gonna haveta get a cock enema or not" and he pulled the towel away from Kroos' waist. Kroos looked down at his freshly exposed shaved crotch, hearing the sharp hiss from Arn, "maaan, you like a porn star or what?" rubbing his callused hand over the smooth shaved pubes above his equipment "that's like fuckin hot dude..." his hand down to the smooth balls, between his legs "bet y'got at least one or two weird looks in the showers right?" he looked over at Joel "y'gettin off on this kid?"

"Oh yeah big time" Joel looked back and forth between their two crotches. They could not have been more different. Kroos with his dark, almost olive skin, his brown uncircumsized cock and even darker balls hanging down from his white shaved skin, the rest of him covered with that dark brown pelt. While Arn stood there, about the same height as Kroos, he grabbed Kroos by the cock and pulled him forward so their cocks were banging into each other, his own pinkish white cock rubbing the underside of Kroos' darker cock, his pale blond pubes against Kroos' bare belly.

Arn took the cockring and shoved Kroos' balls through it,

"Want this to be like all fair and square, right?" pulling the ring up his scrotum, then bending the fat head down through what little remained of the rubber ring, "tight fit dude! Man, they weren't kidding when they said you guys got big dicks" eventually stuffing the foreskin-covered head through the ring, starting to work the neck slowly down and through. When the whole thing was through and the ring tight against his smooth pubes, Arn gave Joel a sharp look,

"Time you go check up on Jerry, dude. This is for the big dogs only" and as soon as Joel turned away Arn looked into Kroos' face with a breathe-a-word-of-this expression, and crouched down, engulfing both his semi-soft cock and balls in his mouth, a deep humming coming from his chest.

Kroos looked over as Joel turned back but waved him along, then closed his eyes tight as the sensation coming from his dick took over, the suction from Arn's sucking drawing more and more blood into his dick.

Joel had started to walk back around the bowl of the dune when he looked back and damn! but if that musclehead was not on his knees going to town on Kroos' tube. He wanted to go back for a good upclose look but Kroos shooed him away. His first thought was to use the "I say you do" trump but a little voice told him to check on that Jerry. Just my luck to have a perfect weekend ruined by a drowned trucker! he laughed, and even worse luck to miss seeing Kroos getting porked by the biggest dick this side of... where? Another mental note was added to the four thousand already in his brain. Man, I'm never gonna fit all this into one weekend! He frowned and started a slow jog over the hot sand, coming over the crest of the dune. Down below he saw the head and shoulders of Jerry's blurred shape bobbing in the shallow waves. Man, he thought, I woulda settled for just crouching here and stealing a wank to that sight not one year ago. Now... maaaaan! he shook his head, what the hell's happened to my life! Okay, I almost got beat to death yesterday, but even that was hotter than hell! Okay maybe I got this sick masochistic streak a mile wide, but at the same time I really get off bullying someone else to do humiliating sex shit. But which one was more intense? Which one more of a turn-on? Gimme a hundred years to find out! his frown shifted to a wide grin even Jerry a hundred feet out could see!

"Hey!" Jerry yelled and waved "comin in?"

"Okay" Joel made a show of dropping his towel at the shoreline and started wading in, his hand tugging at his now permanent half-hard. Jerry started walking towards him until he was waist-deep. Joel dove under and surfaced a few feet in front of him.

"Fuck!" Joel came up, blowing water from his mouth and nose "y'coulda warned a guy!"

"Hell give it a few seconds" he splashed his chest and face, a big grin escaping him "you'll warm up" he stole a peek at Joel's front "y'might even lose that fuckin wood sooner or later."

"Funny" Joel splashed him. Jerry splashed him back and before long the two were wrestling and dunking each other. Joel tried to keep it clean but it did not take long before his hands wandered south, feeling those trunks covering Jerry's lower torso. When he did Jerry broke free, but still smiling,

"You are like the horniest bastard - well second horniest" he joked.

Joel took an immediate liking to this guy. He was a bit of a goof, maybe ten shades too up-tight for Joel's taste but over all a very friendly, likable guy. And big and round just the way Joel liked them. The smooth almost hairless chest was more of what Joel was used to seeing among his age group. He didn't feel like this pre-pubescent twink like he did when around the likes of Kroos, or other adults for that matter. And fuck, just his luck the stud hadda be married!

"I'm guessing who that horniest guy is" Joel tried to dunk him, but Jerry grabbed him back. The two wrestled each other underwater until they both had to come up for air.

"Okay okay, I give!" Joel coughed up half the lake, putting his hands in the air "you win! I'll blow ya okay? Y'don't haveta drown me in the process!"

"You are a trip kid!" Jerry dunked himself, wiping the snot from his face. He came back up "what's yer story?"

"Whadyamean?"

"Y'know..." Jerry had trouble making eye contact all of a sudden "like back on the road..."

"Y'mean driving around flashing hot truckers?" friendly shove to his full shoulder "that?"

"Dude..." Jerry looked around "ain't y'afraid of getting yer butt tossed in jail? How old are ya anyway?"

"Nineteen" Joel lied, but it was a lie he could pull off. With his size he looked it, but his smooth face did not always back up the bullshit "same as you!"

"Shit I ain't no nineteen" Jerry swelled his chest, making it even larger if that was possible "dude I'm like an old man, I'm over thirty!"

"Bullshit!" Joel got him in a headlock, catching him offguard. They both went under, but Jerry managed to toss him free. Joel went flying through the air. When he came back up Jerry was laughing.

"Thirty my ass" Joel caught his breath.

"Ferreal."

"How long y'been married?"

"Too long" slipped out "I mean shit we got married -- "

"What y'got yer girlfriend pregnant in high school?" Joel took a shot at it. When he saw Jerry's expression he knew he hit paydirt.

"Yeah okay what about it."

"And you call me a horny kid!" Joel punched him in the chest. Jerry looked up, his serious expression giving way to a smile again.

"Okay it was a fuckin huge mistake. Like she was supposed to be on the fuckin pill! I was even using a fuckin rubber! Like I wanted to take -- "

"Shit she pulled the pin-hole-in-the-rubber trick on ya dude!"

"Fuck I don't know" Jerry dunked himself and took a few strokes back to the shore. Joel started following him. When they got to shallower water, Joel finally got a good look at Jerry's basket, the wet clinging trunks showing everything. Jerry caught Joel's stare and put his hands over his crotch.

"Dude knock it off okay?" Jerry shook his head, but his half-smile was still there.

"C'mon Jerry..." Joel stood there, his own crotch exposed above the water "you are a stud! You ain't got nothin t'hide."

"Yeah... well..." the half-smile evaporated in the sun "like I ain't no stud..." his sideways peek went to Joel's crotch "even you --- shit..."

"Okay so y'ain't hung like yer horse-dick buddy okay?" Joel's gaze kept returning to Jerry's trunks "and like I'm a fuckin porn star..." he gave his cock a pull to make his point "okay?"

"I just don't go around..."

"Comparing dicks with other dudes?" Joel stood there laughing, but his hand stayed on his cock.

"Doin ANYTHING with other dudes!" Jerry started towards the shore, where their clothes were piled in a bright lump.

"No way I'm gonna believe you and that Arn -- "

"We're fuckin PARTNERS! okay?" Jerry glared at him "what don't you understand -- "

"You two never -- "

"Fuck no! Remember? I'm married!"

"To your highschool girlfriend."

"To my highschool girlfriend, You got it."

"And you riding around with this prime centerfold stud and nothin ever went down between you two?"

"Keep tellin ya, we're partners! It's all professional!"

"Why should that -- "

"Cause that would... oh forget it" Jerry reached down for Joel's towel "y'mind?"

"Hell no" Joel stood there, one foot in the water, one on the wet sand "that what bud's are for."

"Thanks..." Jerry started to dry his face and hair "sorry, didn't mean to bite yer head off."

"I just don't understand... I mean Arn would go down on you in a second -- "

"Bullshit."

"--and y'both gotta get ten shades of horny driving around all the time right?"

"Yeah I guess."

"Y'tellin me he never offered?"

"Oh he offered."

"And?"

"Like I said, we're partners, okay?"

"Y'think that would destroy your partnership or something?"

"No shit it would!"

"Why?" Joel stood and watched him, seeing the hesitation, the uncertainty as Jerry weighed his words.

"Okay, but y'breathe a word of this! I swear, I mean it Joe!"

"I wont say a fuckin word okay?"

"Shit..." Jerry continued to dry himself "yeah y'get Arn's picture. Shit I think he'll fuck anything that's moving. Or he says he'll fuck anything moving. I've seen him go through three whores in one night!"

"And you?"

"I pretended to be asleep, okay? I can't be doin any shit like that! My wife'd castrate me with a chainsaw!"

In spite of himself Joel laughed. Jerry looked at him and laughed as well "like I got anything to spare" grabbing his crotch, chuckling.

"So what'ya do when he comes on to you?"

"First time I just laugh it off, pretend he's joking an all."

"Y'sayin y'never been horny enough to pretend to be sleepin while he blows ya?"

"Did he tell - shit never mind" Jerry turned away, drying his legs.

"What?!?! Y'mean he did blow ya?"

"I mean it Joe, y'don't breathe a fuckin word..." he looked up and down the beach, like there were microphones hidden in the sand "yeah, one time he started to go down on me..."

"And?"

"And.. I... well I pushed him away, like I just knew he wasn't serious, like he was just screwing around... but" he looked at Joel, making and breaking eye contact "sometimes I think if I wouldn'ta pushed him away he just mighta."

"Mighta what?"

"Sucked me off! Or not! I'm not sure what's worse! This big fuckin stud blowin ME! Or him starting and saying: Gotcha! Ain't that like totally fucked up!"

"Why? You just as much a stud -- "

"With this?" Jerry pulled down the front of his - of Joel's - trunks, showing him his cock and balls, half-hidden in his bushy pubes.

"Dude..." Joel felt himself harden in his hand.

"Okay?" Jerry pulled the waistband back up "y'see why him blowin me - or not blowing me - either way it's such a fuckin joke?"

"Dude..." Joel came closer "look y'just been in fuckin ice cold Lake Michigan okay? Every guy's gonna have his dick shrink up on him. Okay y'ain't horse hung like Arn, but shit, who is?"

"Well yer hair-ball friend for one..." he stole a look at the hardening dick on Joel "and for a kid even you got some meat on ya" looking away.

"Dude it's cool y'can look" Joel took his hand away, his red swollen dick looked it had been fucking non-stop all day. Which it had "look, touch, shit we're buds right?"

"Yeah well I ain't gay!" Jerry protested but looked again "man yer dick looks like it's been busy lately..."

"Y'got no idea" Joel went back to a slow wank "this has been goin on since yesterday afternoon!"

"What?" Jerry frowned "you and Carl screwin around?"

"That too" Joel chuckled "but y'ain't gay so I won't give ya all the gory details."

"Thanks."

"So like y'never did anything with Arn other than that -- "

"Fuck no..." Jerry had finished drying himself. He looked down at his clothes, not in a big hurry to drop the trunks, not with a naked aroused kid standing not five feet from him "Either way I would never hear the end of it!"

"Whatdyamean?"

"I know the only reason he keeps giving me shit is he wants to break my balls!"

"Why?"

"So he can prove his point! He can prove his micro-dicked partner really is a fag and he's really the top dog and he gets the last laugh and all that crap. Shit I know he's always talkin about screwing everything that moves but..."

"But what?" Joel stopped yanking, the wind dying down, the tension building in the air.

"But I always get the idea most of it's bluff!" throwing his hands in the air "it's his bullshit!"

"How?"

"He's all bullshit! Always tryin to get in my pants... like" grabbing his crotch again. Shit, Joel thought, this guy grabs his crotch like I clear my throat! "like this is such a big thing!"

"I wouldn't complain -- "

"No really!" Jerry turned and faced Joel, looking right into his eyes "I'm glad we're talkin about this shit! Like I had anybody I could talk this shit to, okay? The more I talk to you the more I realize Arn's just been trying to yank my fuckin chain! No listen! I gotta get this off my chest, it's been driving me like fuckin nuts too long! He ain't really comin on to me, he just wants to call me out. Shit, I bet he was just comin on to me, grabbin my dick like he always does, so one time I would not fight him off, and he would get a holda my dick, get me boned like he did that night, and just when he got me all hot and raring to go, he could step back and say, Shit I knew it! I knew y'were a little faggot! Yer just a micro-dick fag wants to swing on this! grabbing that obscene log he got between his legs! Yeah he just been tryin to fuck with me this whole time!"

"Whoa slow down bud" Joel could see Jerry was getting himself ready for a fight. His face was now beet-red, his arm muscles rippling with anger, his hands balled into mean looking fighting machines. Joel did not want to deflect any of that in his direction "I'm on your side here okay?"

"Sorry..." and out of the blue, Jerry grabbed him by the shoulders and gave him a hug "you are a bud, thanks."

"Yer welcome bud..." Joel waited for Jerrry to break the hug, which he did after a longer time than he would have guessed, "but don't get pissed okay?"

"Why?"

"Well... yer partner Arn? Dude he ain't jerkin with ya. He's as gay as I am."

"Bull!"

"No bull..." Joel wanted to grab him and march him back over the crest to where he imagined the two were fucking like bulls right this moment "why you think I came back down here to find you?"

"Cause... I don't know."

"Besides the fact I wanted to get in yer pants --"

"And instead I got in yours" he cracked himself up "sorry y'did right?"

"Fuck no... I'd still blow ya if ya weren't so fuckin..." Joel gave him a goofy smile "married!"

"Then you're crazier than I am" Jerry cracked a smile, slugging Joel's shoulder.

"But besides that! the reason they shooed me away was because the two are back there right now... shit, let's just say -- "

"Fuck you! You tellin me those two are..." Jerry spun around like he could see something over the dune. What he saw was a group of three teenagers emerging from the parking area down the beach in the distance. But not distant enough that they could not see Joel's naked aroused bod.

"Dude, we gotta get the fuck outa here" grabbing the pile of clothes from the ground, tossing some at Joel. As he did the jingle of carkeys hitting the ground caught both their attention. Joel bent over to pick them up, hearing a wolf-whistle coming from the group. He looked back and the two females in the group were waving and giggling. Their male friend was making a point of looking the other way.

"Fuck..." Joel stepped into his shorts, stuffing the keys into a pocket. The two of them started making tracks south.

"For a kid you sure got balls" Jerry pulled his cap back on, his remaining clothes bundled under his arm.

"Why's that?"

"Letting a bunch of kids see you naked..."

"So?" like it was the most normal thing in the world. The more Joel talked with this guy he started to get the picture, Jerry was from a very sheltered or very provincial part of the world.

"Dude!" Jerry looked down at Joel's still swollen front "you were like still half-hard and everything! In front of chicks too!"

"Y'sayin we should go back?" Joel decided to fuck with him now "we can go back and see if they want to play hide-the-sausage with us."

"Fuck you!" Jerry gave him a shove almost knocking him into the water "you know -- "

"I know I know you are Married!" Joel regained his balance shoving him back "you are like the married-est person I ever met!"

That broke Jerry up! He started laughing so loud Joel swore he saw a head or two pop over the ridge like startled chipmunks. Shit! he forgot all about that guy back there! The one with the hair-trigger dick.

"Okay you win!" Jerry had tears running down his face he was laughing so hard.

"Finally! Now I can suck your dick?!?!" Joel threw his hands in the air looking up at the clear blue sky "thank you for answering my prayers!"

That got him laughing out loud again,

"Dude you are a fuckin trip!"

"Y'ain't too shabby yourself" Joel punched him again. It was getting to the point that five seconds could not go by without some form of body contact between the two "so is that a yes? Can I finally suck ya off?"

"Maaaaaan" Jerry's good mood did not leave "if I thought for a second you were serious -- "

"Serious as it gets stud" looking at his wet trunks "I mean it."

"I ain't no stud" he tugged the trunks "remember?"

"Dude you're my bud, so comin from a bud y'really gotta get over this I'm-no-stud shit okay?"

"Well I ain't!"

"Yer wife thinks ya are right?"

"Yeah right..." and the tone of voice said it all. Shit, this dude was not getting any even at home!

"Y'ain't tellin me yer not screwin her every chance ya get, mister I'm-so-married."

"I fuckin wish...." and there it was. Joel was right! This dude had a wife who wouldn't screw him, a overwhelmingly hyper-macho partner constantly giving him shit. He didn't know if he was coming or going, pardon the pun! His head must be so screwed up right now!

"Okay bud let me put it all on the table okay?" Joel stopped and grabbed Jerry by his big beefy shoulders. Jerry did not pull away. Good sign no doubt "I understand me giving ya a blowjob right here and now might be more than y'can deal with okay? No y'don't need to say anything, let me finish. Y'got this picture perfect stud for a partner, who's been screwin with yer head til ya don't know if yer coming or going, right? But from what ya say cumming ain't been in the picture, right? Sounds like a real real tiny part of ya was almost so godddamn horny once or twice y'almost let'm do ya, but y'were so afraid he was comin onto ya just to humiliate you or fuck up yer driving partnership or something ya didn't dare let him. But there was maybe just a sliver of curiousity right?"

"Shit..." Jerry looked down at the ground between them, slowly breaking contact.

"Okay, all guys got a bit of curiousity about other guys okay? It don't make ya gay okay? After all" Joel shouted out loud "you! are! -- all together now! -- MARRIED!"

At that Jerry cracked a smile "shutthefuck up! You want the whole world -- "

"Dude the whole world knows yer married okay?" Joel laughed "but do you know what you'd do if..."

"If what?"

"Okay here's the deal" Joel looked up and down the beach. They were now a good hundred yards beyond where they left Kroos and Arn. Joel knew a lot more than fifteen minutes had passed. What happened to mister hair trigger? "let's say you got a chance to see two guys mess around, like up close and personal."

"Who? You and... yer friend Carl?" Jerry looked around, expecting them to pop out of the dunes on cue.

"Naw somebody else."

"Who me?" Jerry backed away a few inches.

"Naw I'm tellin ya somebody else. If ya ever had any curiousity about two dudes actually messing around here's yer chance to get it outa yer system."

"Shit..." that same reaction again, but Joel could hear the balance shifting "I don't know..."

"Here's a golden opportunity, and that asshole Arn would never know."

"Whado I gotta do?"

"Watch or not watch, up to you."

"I don't gotta... y'know..."

"Y'don't gotta do nothin bud okay?" Joel started walkin away from the shoreline "stay or leave, up to you. C'mon ain't ya just the slightest bit curious?"

"Shit...." Joel was a few steps away, turning back. He was signaling: hurry up and decide.

"Well?"

"Shit.... like y'said, all guys get ideas, but..."

"But not all guys get the opportunity to find out, no questions asked. No strings, right?"

"So where ya goin?" Jerry started after him, basically signaling okay. Joel waved him to stop.

"You wait here a bit. I'll be right back. Don't leave!" and Joel started jogging up to the crest. Shit, he thought, I am sure as hell getting my exercise today!

He got to the top, looking back at Jerry who was wading in the shallow water, looking up to him shrugging. Joel signaled thumbs-up back and disappeared over the dune.

Joel had no idea where that guy had disappeared to, but hoped he was nearby. After all the guy had started in this direction, and he could not go much farther south before hitting the main beach area, overrun with tourists and wholesome family activities! The tracks in the sand led every which way, no telling if any of them were recent. So after a few minutes he came to the highest mound he could and looked around. No one!

Maybe the guy left, maybe not. On a hunch Joel cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled,

"Fifteen minutes're up! All all in free!"

He laughed at himself for such a stupid childish thing. He swore he even heard something like giggling coming from... where?

He waited another minute or two then started heading for the crest. As he came back within sight of the lake he heard,

"Hey! Wait up!" half shouted half whispered behind him. He turned and sure enough! there was the dude emerging from some scrub just behind some trees. He was wearing his red boxers and his unbuttoned shirt, as well as his untied shoes. His pants were tucked under his arm. He came walking towards Joel, still clutching the now-empty water bottle. Joel wanted to wave, but instead dropped his shorts, again naked for the guy to dig. Let's see if he's still "up" for messing around, Joel laughed to himself. Instead of a reaction from the guy's direction, Joel could have sworn he heard whispering somewhere on his left the moment his shorts hit the ground. He stood there not moving a muscle, feeling more than one set of eyes on his sweaty naked body. That got a reaction from his dick.

The guy stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Joel drop trou. He looked around and then just like that, he pulled his own boxers down. He picked them up and stuffed them into his rolled up pants. As he stood up Joel could tell that his dick was rapidly swelling again, this time with no fly opening to hinder the show. Even with the shirtflaps whipping around in the breeze, Joel could see the guy was just as horny and primed as before. By the time he was twenty feet from Joel they were both full hard.

They guy stopped and waited for Joel to say something. Instead Joel just smiled and nodded.

"Man you are one hot fucker."

"You ain't?" the guy came up to Joel standing right in front of him now.

"Looks like ya still as horny as before."

"More so" he said, his eyes all over Joel's body "so what now? And where's--"

"Ya blew a load or not?"

"Almost" he looked around quickly "came close a few times."

"Y'mean y'really been holding it the whole time?"

"Deal's a deal right?" he held out his hand.

"John right?" Joel shook back, a charge running between them again "Joe in case y'forgot."

"How could I?" John let his gaze travel over Joels body, his hard cock throbbing violently "so where's... he?"

"Back there a ways" Joel waved towards the north.

"What, he got shy all of a sudden?"

"Fuck no..." Joel's hand left the grip and started towards John's belly. At first he pulled away then let Joel rub up and down, even as far as his bushy pubes "he's back there with an even bigger dude" the hand again roaming down and grazing his scrotum. John gave a hiss, his hips jerking every so slightly "like I swear a good ten inches of pure Norweigen muscle cock!" his middle finger flicking into the underside once, then again when he saw John's eyes close.

"Fuck..." he pulled Joel's hand away "just thinking about it I could blow my load."

"You up for it?"

"Shit I been up for this since I saw you two before."

"You don't mind one more favor..."

"Now what?" he stiffened up, but whether it was from being so on edge or not, Joel could not tell.

"Got me another bud -- "

"What? You bring the whole force?" John looked around, a bit of concern on his face.

"Chill, it ain't like that. Y'see his partner is the big-dicked Norwiegen right now plowing my bud's ass -- "

"What!?!?!" he almost doubled over, trying to keep his dick from exploding "you making this up?"

"Fuck no" Joel ran his hand over John's chest getting his attention "but while King Kong's drilling Kr- I mean Carl, his straight bud's back on the beach feeling a bit abandoned."

"Straight? The guy's straight?"

"But he ain't ever seen real dudes playin? You get my drift?"

"You want me to have sex with you.. and -- "

"Just let him get an eyeful and I bet ya he won't be straight for long!"

"You are crazy y'know that?"

"And you are so horny you're about t'explode right?"

"Shit yeah!"

"Okay let's go say hi to - his name's Jer-- I mean George okay?"

"Jerry George I don't care" John started pulling his red boxers back on "like my name's really John."

"Whatever. You are still the stud okay?"

"Okay" John stepped into his pants after that, almost respectable "but remember I keep my end of the bargain, you and your amazing friend better keep yours!"

"Deal's a deal, John" and Joel shook on it.

"Oh one more favor."

"No more favors, you already are in over yer head."

"This one's easy" Joel started heading over the crest, seeing Jerry wading in the shallows as he did "that's George -- "

"Big dude" John sounded impressed.

"That's the favor" Joel lowered his voice. As he did he heard that whispering again. He gave John a quizzical look, but continued "he ain't... y'know big... down there okay?"

"What?"

"I mean some dudes only are interested in porn material when it comes to guy's packages. And this George is the nicest guy, but I get the idea he's real touchy about... y'know..."

"If he's straight how do -- "

"Promise no cracks okay?"

"Shit I ain't a size pig" John said "but he's straight?!?!"

"Let's find out."

Jerry decided to cool off in the waves while he waited for Joe to do... what? Come back with the cops? To say he was nervous was a gigantic understatement.

Ever since Arn started fucking with him he always had the nagging thought, what if? What if he let him continue his comments one night? What if he didn't hug the wall when they were slammed into their sleeping berth in the truck? What if he called Arn's bluff one night? But the more he debated it, the more he realized he had too much at stake. Shit, this was his fuckin JOB he was talking about! And what with Cathy pregnant now, he could not afford to miss so much as one payday! And yeah, that made him all the hornier, not like she was putting out that much before, he spat into the water. And jacking off in truckstops was getting real old, real fast. And there was Arn dangling that fuckin footlong in his face day after day, just waiting for the slightest reaction. Knowing it would damn him forever if he so much as backed down an inch. Maybe it was time to allow some dude to blow him. Anyone but Arn that is! But to cross that line would be the hardest thing he could do! Maybe like this Joe dude said, just watching two dudes mess around would help him decide once and for all if he had any inclination to cross that line. Shit, if he had the fuckin BALLS! to cross that line. That was it! It wasn't a matter of horniness, cause damn he was always horny. It was whether or not he had the balls. Because the main thing he most feared was getting up the nerve to go through with it, only to have the guy see his poor excuse for a dick and walk away laughing! That would destroy him, he just knew it! But this Joe guy actually saw his dick!

And he didn't laugh, didn't make a crack. Shit if anything it made his dick harder! And that was way WAY beyond anything he could have imagined!

But when Jerry saw Joe return with this dude with shoulders like a fuckin football player he lost his nerve. Now all he wanted to do was make tracks out of there. Shit, for all he knew the two were planning on jumping him! But no, that Joe dude seemed really cool. In fact, Jerry took a liking to him as soon as they started talking and horsing around. He reminded him of his kid brother Jim, but without all the attitude and competitiveness. This Joe guy was somebody he would not mind knocking back a few beers with, and then if...? He put it out of his mind as the two came up to the water's edge.

"Hey" Jerry said cautiously.

"Hey" John said, looking him up and down, trying not to check out the red trunks "you must be Joe's friend G-George."

Jerry looked at Joel who nodded and gave a small wink "yeah George" he took the four steps out of the water extending his hand. He tried to hide his surprise when John took his hand and shook.

"Coolin off huh?" John could not help but take in Jerry's impressive chest and shoulders "man you are a strong fucker."

"Yeah, it's all gone to fat now" shaking his belly a bit "you played ball too right?"

"Yeah defensive line."

"Shit me too. Tight end" slipped out and he started to blush "I mean -- "

"It's cool" John looked up and down the beach and pulled the shirt off his shoulders "Joe tells me you're married."

"What else he tell you?" Jerry gave Joel a dirty look.

"Just that you're a bit... y'know... curious... is all."

"What else?" Jerry did everything to stop from shaking, either from nervousness or anger he could not tell.

"Relax bud" Joel grabbed him by the shoulder "we're all on the same team here okay?"

"I don't know. Maybe this was a bad idea" Jerry started to look around for his clothes.

"Here's the deal" Joel looked at them both "John here wants to drop a load, I want to help him, and drop a load in the process. You want to check it out it's up to you. You can stay or go, up to you. You wanna stay, y'can watch or not watch. You wanna pull a load yerself up t'you. You want a nice warm mouth on that hot dick of yours to help coax a nice big nut out of those balls of yours, again up t'you. But right now, I gotta help this stud outa these clothes before he has heat stroke" turning to John "unless you changin your mind too?"

"Fuck no..." John looked at Jerry "but I wish your hot friend would stay."

"Say wha?" Jerry stopped picking up his clothes, taken by surprise.

"I think you're a hot dude" he stood there shirtless, maybe flexing his pecs a bit "and anything I can do for a hot horny straight dude I can do" he folded his arms "anything! you say the word."

"You shittin me right?"

"One condition."

"No conditions" Jerry panicked now, his clothes in a bundle in his hand.

"Not you dude" John almost laughed "my deal's with Joe here. And his powerlifter friend Carl!"

"You know him? Too?" Jerry looked at them both, then back to John " who the hell are you?"

"Just some dude sitting fishing back at Port when these two studs came along. I almost creamed my jeans when I saw them, especially the big gorilla -- "

"Real monster and a half ain't he!"

"You know him too?"

"Not really. Just what I saw of him today" Jerry looked at Joel and had to laugh "and what I saw would cause anyone to look twice."

"Where? Here?" John looked around, feeling eyes on him all of a sudden.

"Here, back on the road -- "

"Yeah y'shoulda seen these two" Jerry tried to make it sound incriminating but could not help roll his eyes "we're coming up from Port and Arn looks out the cab and sees these two, naked as jaybirds -- "

"What?" John looked at Joel "say again?"

"Yeah" he had to laugh "these two with the top down, more ways'n one! As soon as they saw us off came their shirts. That's when Arn, my driver, nudges me and says, we got two live ones in the Wrangler to our left. We let'm pass then they slow down so we gotta pass them. It's like back and forth, passing each other" he looked at Joel "y'sure you don't mind me tell'm him this shit?"

"No go ahead" Joel lets his hand graze his cock, giving it a tug or two. Jerry noticed it right away but made a point of looking away. And back. But when Joel's hand left his cock and went to John's shoulder he almost swallowed his tongue. John bristled slightly but told himself, shit he might end up having sex with both these dudes in a few seconds. So when the Joel's hand went to his nipple, his hand went to Joel's belly. Jerry almost stopped breathing,

"Y'were saying?" John asked, almost expecting the clothes to fall out of Jerry's hand any moment.

"Fuck..." Jerry looked at John "y'don't mind him feelin ya up like that?"

"Do I look like I mind?"

"But you're like a regular dude n'all."

"So?"

"You really get off on guy...?"

"Stick around and find out" John's hand continued lower until he was grazing Joel's pubes. Joel's cock was rising fast "now you were sayin, you were passing each other...?"

"Shit..." Jerry looked at the two "you two puttin on an act right? Just to fuck with me?"

"This look like an act?" John grabbed Joel's cock, now filling and throbbing fast "dicks don't lie."

"Shit..." Jerry averted his eyes, scanning the beach, expecting the vice squad any second now. When no one appeared he managed to clear his throat of the hard dry lump there.

"Finish what ya were saying..." John tried not to jump when he felt Joel's hand graze down towards the hair on his belly. But that was one of the most sensitive areas of his body, that and his furry balls.

"Shit..." Jerry wanted to look but not so he stared down the beach "and like the next time... I mean they come up on us again, and..." he sneeked another look, seeing what appeared to be a swelling in John's pants. This dude was getting hard just by having Joe rub his tummy? No fuckin way! "shit... y'know like they passin us again... only this time..." looking down the beach again "they like are dropping their drawers okay?"

"Y'mean they're showing dick?" John's hand started to juggle Joel's balls, making his now full hard dick bob up and down very lewdly, "like this?"

"Shit... yeah..." Jerry's hand did let his clothes fall then, as John was expecting "and like the next time they pass they're like... y'know... like that" pointing at Joel's front "like totally full out erect right there on the highway! Course we only get a quick glance and then they're gone" Jerry's hand strays to the front of his trunks protectively "and my driver Arn wants to follow them back in here -- "

"Why?"

"I thought just to get under my skin. All the time talkin about blowjobs and fuckin with guys -- "

"Your buddy's gay?"

"Fuck no!" Jerry snapped "he's just always pretending, talkin shit n'all, just to y'know, break my balls!"

"Sounds like a big dickhead" John said to Joel.

"Well big dick part is right" it was Jerry who said it, of all people. Joel could not hide his reaction "right? You saw him! When he and your friend Carl were -- "

"You mind?" John looked at Jerry now looking uncomfortable in the tightening trunks.

"Mind what? That?" Jerry looked at the two of them. At that moment Joel's hand opened the snap of John's pants and started lowering the zipper "shit... I can't believe you two!" looking up and down the beach. But they were alone.

"No, I mean your partner having guy sex with Joe's big hairy friend" John was not all that eager to have this guy see how horned up he had become, but if that was the deal, oh well. Besides he wanted to see what was in those red trunks, endowed or not. So when he felt Joel open his fly and ease his pants down he let him. His dick was crunched up in the folds of his red boxers, but the way it pushed up and out could not have been plainer. That George dude's eyes were bugging out of his head!

"Fuck..." Jerry stood frozen to the spot. If a gang of motorcycles came roaring up the beach he would have barely noticed. Except for the few times he stole looks at Arn's monster cock he had never seen so much dick on display. And he never let Arn catch him looking at his dick when it was hard in the morning or whenever. He would have died before letting him catch him doing that! But these two were opening playing with each other, both of them full hard, like it was no big thing. The John guy was even dripping inside those red boxers, what musta been precum. Jerry noticed his own cock burped some precum from time to time, but only when he was into one of him rare marathon j/o sessions. But nothing like this! The dude was burping glob after glob into his shorts, and standing there like he did it all the time "dude you must be like super horny" pointing at his crotch.

"A real leaker I'm afraid" John shrugged "a turn-on for some people" looking at where Jerry was keeping his hands over his crotch.

"John here's been on the edge of blowing his load all day" Joel reached down and slid his hand through one of the leg openings until he found John's ball.

"Damn!" John pulled away, trying to double over protecting his nads.

"You okay dude?" Jerry looked at them "man don't hurt him! A guy's balls are real sensitive."

"I didn't hurt him" Joel laughed "did I hurt you?" to John who was still half bent over.

"Not not exactly" John was slowly catching his breath.

"John here's so horned he almost just blew his load there."

"What?" Jerry was hooked now "how?"

"Y'ever seen a guy blow his nut without even touching himself?" Joel taunted them both now.

"Fuck you" Jerry looked at John "that bull right? No one can masturbate without... masturbating, right?"

"John here could blow his cream without anyone going near his dick!"

"Now I know you two are bullshitting me!"

"No bullshit!" Joel said "and John you don't mind if J-George here brings ya off do ya?"

"What?!?!" from both of the at the same time. They were loud enough that it started those whispering echoes to resume from the direction of the dunes. They were not alone. But none of them were in any hurry to leave.

"Here's yer chance to touch a guy, feel up a guy" John stood there, slowly straightening up. As he did, the head of his dick poked out the top of his waistband "like on a platter."

"Y'mean you like actually let me touch your bod?" Jerry took a step forward. When Joel heard that he knew the corner had been turned. Jerry was over the top.

"Go on dude. Whatever y'wanna do" Joel reached out and started rubbing Jerry's chest. He did not pull away. When he started playing with his nipples, getting them hard and tender, Jerry could not help but grunt,

"Shit even my wife won't do that."

"Feels good right?"

"Feels fuckin awesome!"

By slow gradual steps, Jerry's hand went out to John's shoulder. When it made contact with the warm hard flesh, and he did not die of shock or worse, he started to breathe again.

"Sheeeeyet" he whispered "you are one muscled dude..." then his other hand went to Joel's shoulder "you too bud" looking at Joel, not able to contain the smile.

"Both of you dudes are fuckin awesome" Jerry's hands started roaming all over both of their shoulders and chests. When he felt John's bicep, it flexed under his palm. He hated to admit it, but that brought a major throb to his crotch.

At first he started to steal glances at both their hard dicks, but when he started staring openly, Joel said,

"It's cool bud, look all ya want."

"I fuckin can't believe I'm doin this!"

"Believe it" John said, his hand grazing Jerry's full chest. But when it started down to his full belly, Jerry jerked,

"Easy there John..."

"What the matter?"

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"For what?"

"Another guy... y'know... touchin me down there."

"We'll take our time okay?" Joel's hand was rubbing all over Jerry's shoulder, calming him.

"Sorry I'm just..."

"It's cool bud" Joel's other hand went down to the waistband of John's red boxers. John tried to bend forward but Joel did not let go.

"Man don't."

"Shit dude you're as sensitive down there as I am" Jerry frowned.

"Like I told ya" Joel's hand went to the back and started tugging. When the waistband was past his buttcheeks, there was nothing to keep up the front. John's rock-hard cock sprung free, almost hitting Jerry in the process. Jerry let out a deep grunt, as Joel pushed the shorts down to his knees.

"Man don't..." John almost whimpered "I wanted to hold it as -- "

"How many times can that thing blow?" Joel's hand was rubbing his asscheeks.

"Too many" John felt the beginnings of the inevitable explosion. Between the hand on his ass and Jerry's on his arm he knew he could not hold out forever.

"You think y'can blow yer load for us John?"

"Fuck... yeah..." his hands were on Jerry's shoulders, more for support than anything. He opened his eyes and looked down at the bulge in those red trunks. He was the only one left not showing meat "but when this hot dude here's gotta lose those trunks. Then I'm gonna go off like Old Faithful."

"Go on J-George it's cool."

"I... don't... know..." but Jerry was hesitating.

"Trust me, have I steered ya wrong once?"

"Gee... shit..." but Joel's hand was rubbing down Jerry's front. When it came to the waistband of the trunks, Jerry just gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He stood there and waited for the shit to hit the fan. He felt the cool air hit his belly, then his pubes. He held his breath, waiting for the burst of laughter!

But there was no laughter! Instead he felt another set of hands at his waist, and before he could stop them, his very very hard cock bobbed into the open. He stood there feeling tears start to form. When he felt someone's hands cup his balls he saw stars!

His eyes flew open and sure enough! Joel and John both hand their hands all over his equipment! And when he felt Joel's other hand on his ass he gave up whatever fight he had left. He looked down at his cock, his stubby fat cock, and it was hard and damn! even beading some precum right there in front of the whole world. He looked down at Joel's cock, bigger and redder, then at John's. He never saw anything like it! It was throbbing again and again with each heartbeat, each time flying several inches into the air, a constant stream of goo oozing out, forming a strand all the way down to the sand. The head was almost as big as his, stretched as shiny and drum-tight as well. He started to reach out to touch it, but John grabbed it and directed it to his belly instead.

"Don't!"

"Why not?"

"Fuck Joel! Grab my balls!" John yelled. No sooner had Joel's hand made contact with his nutsac than his cock gave a another hard throb, the piss-slit flared and with Jerry and Joel both rubbing him, he started to fire glob after glob of thick white cum all over Jerry's belly and down into his hairy pubes! He stood there shaking while his cock emptied buckets all down Jerry's front, without so much as the slightest touch anywhere near his spasming dick.

Joel brought his other hand up to Jerry's crotch, and started smearing the hot fresh cum all over Jerry's balls. Jerry let out a yelp and grabbed his cock, but not in time. His cockhead throbbed in his fist and turned a bright purple. A single shot of cum flew out of him, over John's shoulder and down to the ground two feet behind him. The second shot hit John in the face, the third in his chest, the rest down his chest to his still rock-hard cock. All three were too far gone to hear the sounds, not whispers behind them. Neither did they see the two heads appear over the crest of the dune.

Jerry was the first to snap out of it. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was his cum all over John's face. He freaked!

"Oh shit! Fuck I'm sorry!" he almost fell over trying to back away, looking down for a towel fast, his face flushing with embarrassment.

"Goddamnit it George!" John brought his hand to his face, feeling the stickiness starting to run down his chin.

"I'm sorry oh fuck! I didn't mean -- "

"Is that a dick or a water cannon you got between your legs!" and before Jerry could hand him the towel he brought his sticky fingers to his mouth, sucking the cum from them.

"Shit..." Jerry didn't know whether to blush or flip! He never saw someone eat cum, much less his cum! This whole day was becoming more un-fuckin-believable by the minute.

"Man this dude can shoot!" John looked down at Joel, still hard "dude y'want some help with that?" and before anyone could say anything, John was on his knees swallowing Joel's bone to the root. Jerry stood there in disbelief! He snapped out of it when Joel's hands were back on his chest. Shit, he thought, I just blew a load, I can't be still sensitive! But he never felt anything like the sensations coming from his nips. And he just stood there, naked as hell, watching his new bud getting a blow job not a foot in front of him. Jerry Renkin, mister straight and sheltered Jerry Renkin, who never so much as touched another guy other than a punch or a slap in practice, standing naked and dripping semen, out in the open with two other naked dudes! For the whole world to see! He lifted his eyes and that's when he saw the two faces peering down at them!

"Fuck!" he grabbed the trunks, pulling them up and diving into the water in one fast, smooth lunge. Joel was the second to see the intruders. He started pulling John to his feet, "we got company."

By the time John got to his feet, Joel was already tearing up the hill in their direction. He thought he'd have to chase them half way back to their car, with the head start they had. Then he heard,

"Jim John stop!" coming from... John?

When he got to the top of the crest, sand covering his bare legs and thighs, he saw the two half way over the next dune. As soon as they heard their names, they slowed. When they turned Joel recognized them. It was the two young guys from before. They had been there the whole time? Spying?

"You two!" Joel shouted. They saw him and the fully clothed one started to run again. His bare-chested companion ran after him and grabbed him. They were standing there arguing when John appeared over the crest,

"John! Jim! Get your asses back here! Now!" John came up next to him, wearing his pants. And not much more.

"You know those two?"

"In a way..."

"What way!?!" Joel turned on him "who are they?"

"Two kids I was... playing with before you returned" John arched his eyebrow "it was a long half hour okay?"

"What?"

"What?" came from the direction of the two. The shirtless one was slowly walking back in their direction, his friend was not sure what the fuck to do. Finally he started to follow along, looking scared and defiant as best he could.

"Why you two acting like a couple of scared rabbits?" John stood there, arms folded, waiting for them to come around the last bowl.

"We didn't know..."

"Know what?" John went up to the shirtless one, and put his hand on his shoulder. His grip was light enough for the kid to shrug but there was enough weight behind it that he knew John was in control.

"We didn't know what..."

"What we were gonna do when we caught you spyin on us?"

"We weren't spying!" the clothed on said, putting on his tough guy act.

"Bet y'saw the whole show right?" Joel looked at the two. He might have been naked and covered in sand, but he flexed his arm and shoulder muscles, displaying his potential threat.

"We didn't see nothin!" tough guy said.

"Yeah right" John said to him "the same kinda nothing the three of us were doing before, right?"

"Hey!" the kid said, looking at his friend.

"Don't bother denying it" John laughed "you two were getting yer dicks sucked and loving every minute!"

"You gotta big mouth!" tough guy said, but blushing like crazy.

"Not that I'd need it for a scrawny little dick like yours" John laughed and started steering the other one in the direction of the beach "Joe why don't you show our friend John - I mean Little John here - it would not be a good idea to give us any shit right now."

"Fuck you" Little John started to turn and run but Joel caught him in four strides. Even sweaty and out of breath Joel overpowered him easily and once he had him in an armlock the guy stopped fighting him. "Get yer hands off me faggot!"

"That's Mister Faggot to you punk!" Joel looked at John and laughed.

"Lemme go!"

"Not just yet! Let's get off this hot sand and sort this out kid" Joel said. Shit the guy was maybe a year younger than he was, but Joel outweighed him by a good fifty pounds. He still would have liked to be wearing some clothes at that moment for crissakes!

Jerry was back on the beach getting dressed when he saw the two escort their young friends over the crest and down the beach towards him. His first instinct was to get the fuck outa there. But he realized the two already saw him. Hell they probably got a very very good look at him. Naked and having sex with two other guys. Fuck, running now would not help in the least. He stood there finishing getting dressed when then came up to him,

"What this?" he looked at the two. Up close he could tell they were very young, teenagers at least "you the two spying on us?"

"We weren't spying!" tough guy Little John spat out.

"Fuck you weren't" Joel tightened his grip on his shoulder.

"Ow that hurts!" he whined. His shirtless friend, Jim? stood next to John, looking down at the sand, almost shaking.

"Don't hurt him, it's my fault."

"Damn right y'faggot!" he looked at his friend. For that Joel gave him another twist to his arm. Little John yelled again.

"I hear that word again and you gonna be starting the school year in a cast y'hear me?"

"I don't -- " and Joel gave it another twist and another yelp echoed over the hills.

"You hear me!?"

"Okay okay!" Little John whined "but yer breaking my arm!"

"No more f-word, got it?"

"Okay okay!"

"We got problems here" Jerry looked at the two then at Joel.

"No these two are not gonna be giving us any problems at all, ain't that right Jim?" and all John had to do was tighten the grip on his shoulder. Jim nodded without looking up.

"But what y'are going to do is give us yer jeans!" John looked at the two "right now!"

"We ain't stripping for you f-I mean.. dudes."

"Now!" was all John said. Jim kept his head down and started unbuckling his belt, then unbuttoning his jeans. They fell to the sand, leaving him commando. Joel whistled,

"Dude you Norweigen or something?" looking at Jerry and winking. The kid stood there embarrassed as hell, but his teen cock looked half-way to his knees. No wonder John was not bashful about admitting he had gone down on him.

With John's help he stepped out the pile at his feet, his hands trying to cover himself. John picked them up, and in a series of quick moves he pulled the belt free, tore the button at the waist off the fabric, and ripped the zipper to shreds as well. He calmly handed the ruined jeans back to Jim,

"Okay y'can put back on or not. Up to you."

"Dude y'ruined my jeans" Jim was almost in tears as he stepped back into them, pulling them up and covering himself. But he had to hold them up with one hand to keep them from falling back down around his ankles. In short he was fucked.

"Okay Little Jim drop'm!" John turned to him next.

"No fuckin way!" but John grabbed him away from Joel's grip, and in no time the belt was off, and the fly was in the same ruined state. At least Little John has white briefs beneath.

"Man that's fuckin brutal!" Jerry said "where'd ya -- "

"On the force" he looked around and started to get back into the rest of his clothes "the police force..." he looked around and let the words sink in. The blood drained from all their faces right then and there. All except Joel who just looked at him and almost beamed.

"Which county?" Joel broke the silence at last.

"O*****e" he looked around at the hushed group "as in Port. As in the county you just came from, why?"

Even Joel sank into fear then,

"Okay we're all fucked right?" he looked at Jerry at last "I'm sorry dude, it's my-"

"Nobody's 'fucked'" John looked at them all in turn, then at Jerry as well "except maybe our two peeping toms here."

"Y'mean you're not gonna...?" Joel looked at Jerry.

"Fuck no!" John almost laughed "y'think after this I'm gonna suddenly turn all this into some kinda entrapment shit?" he gave Joel a mean look "you're smarter than that... Joel!"

"What?" Joel panicked, almost falling back on his ass.

"Yeah Joel I know who you are! And I know who Kroos back there is too!"

"But... but..." this time Joel did lose his balance, catching his fall on one knees. "but how?"

"I might explain some other time. But c'mon! How many big-dicked hairy weightlifters y'think we got running around here, Einstein?!"

"Y'mean you been following us?"

"Not following... praying..." he looked over at Jerry and started laughing "how long do you think I been waitin t'finally run across that stud? In the flesh? And when I saw you two at the pier at Port, I thought I was dreaming again! It was like my birthday, and Christmas and winning the lottery rolled into one!"

"What's goin on Joe - Joel?"

"It's Joel. Sorry I hadda kinda 'abreviate' it out here okay...George?" winking just enough that he could see.

"Don't worry George you ain't in any shit" John reached into his hair feeling some of the drying cum in one or two sticky spots "but next time y'fire that cannon warn a guy will ya? Or I'll haveta issue you a ticket for unregistered fireworks or somethin" and he laughed.

Joel looked over at Jerry but he still looked like a condemned man. He went over to him and put his arm around his shoulder. Joel felt him almost melt into his hug,

"Relax okay? It's cool" he whispered so no one could here "dude yer first time and you get a fuckin cop to lose his load, all because of you! And you were so afraid of not been stud enough?" turning to face him "face the facts Jerry, a cop! A fuckin cop and y'turned him on so much he could not help but do a hands-free geyser all over that fuckin cannon of yours!"

"Yer fulla shit!" Jerry looked at him but smiled "glad we're buds."

"Don't forget" Joel pulled away and went down to the water, finally getting a chance to wash the sand and sweat off him. And being the only one naked was a bit of a turn-on. But the cold water put a halt to that thinking fast.

When he came out of the water, everyone was getting ready to leave. As he dried himself in the used wet towel and started getting into his shorts, he looked around,

"Okay officer, looks like you're callin the shots now" stepping into his shorts, looking around for his shoes.

"First thing is lose the shorts" John looked at him smiling.

"You serious?"

"Y'wanna argue with a cop?" John smirked.

"No sir, officer" Joel jumped out of the short, saluting "anything else sir?"

"Funny. No that'll do for now."

"One request sir?" Joel was still standing there saluting.

"What's that, cadet?" John was getting into this. The two kids were not enjoying it one bit.

"May I put something over my shoulders, sir? I'm starting to burn, sir."

"Okay cadet. Shoes and and shirt but that's it, got it?"

"Yes SIR!" Joel grinned. Wow, falling into the hands of a gay cop! Wait til he - shit! what about Kroos? And fuck! but there was still this deal, wasn't there? Okay, he was fucked...

Joel got into his "uniform", Jerry giving him an odd look, but his eyes kept returning to Joel's bare crotch. When everybody had all their stuff, Jim finally spoke up,

"What about me?"

"What about you Jim?"

"What about my stuff?"

"He was so busy spying on you.. dudes" Little John glared at John and Joel "he left his stuff back in the dunes. Pretty funny ain't it?"

"You know where it is?" John looked at him.

"Yeah of course!"

"Okay t'show yer friend there are no hard feelings you can go retrieve his shit for him -- "

"What?"

"Cause that's what friends do" John looked right Jerry "they do favors for each other. Just like my friends here did for me!"

"But...!"

"Y'got five minutes to find Jim's stuff - ALL his stuff - and meet us on the beach, let's say right in front of the parking area. Five minutes or y'can walk home got it?"

"But it's my car!" Little John yelled.

"Then y'better give me the keys John" John held out his hand "unless y'wanna have a Drunken Driving on your record -- "

"I ain't been drinking!"

"The keys John..."

Little John fished into his pockets and tossed the keys at John "this sucks!"

"Five minutes" John grabbed them out of the air and looked around "anything else we're forgetting? Okay let's go" and the foursome headed down the wet sand, back north, stopping now and again to let Jim catch up. He was having difficulty holding up the torn jeans. As John planned.

They watched as Little John did a slow lazy saunter in the direction of the dunes. As soon as he thought they were no longer looking he broke into a sprint, almost tripping in the high grass. John had to keep from laughing.

Jerry sped up until he was even with John,

"Look about what happened before..."

"Will you relax George?"

"I mean... I can't afford any trouble... really please John..."

"I keep tellin ya, y'ain't got nothin to worry about from me okay?" he nodded at Jim "and I'm gonna make sure Jim's friend ain't gonna be givin anybody anything to worry about as well, okay?"

"But you're a goddamn COP!" Jerry jumped back "I'm sorry! I mean a... cop!

I could go t'jail for what -- "

"For what? For what happened back there?" John put his hand on his shoulder "last time I looked it wasn't a crime to give a cop a cumbath okay?"

"But-- "

"Okay maybe it might be" John laughed "but not if he was just askin for it!"

"You just playin me right?"

"George will you fuckin relax?" John looked around for Joel "will you get yer bud here to relax? I mean give'm a blowjob or something, that'll relax him!"

"Is that an order sir?" Joel looked at Jerry and winked. Jerry almost tripped.

"I'll consider it" John looked at Jerry "so unless you relax dude, I'm gonna haveta make Joel here give ya a blowjob, okay?"

"Okay all of you are like totally nuts" he looked at Joel and could not help but laugh.