Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2007 19:34:38 -0500
From: stories@nc.rr.com
Subject: Camping with Joey - Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Why did you bring your laptop?"

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

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

	"To the best senior trip in history!"

	"Absolutely!" I joined in enthusiastically.

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

	"Sure!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"What?" I managed to respond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	The door was locked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"When?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	I sighed in frustration and at his sophomoric humor.

	"What do you want me to do?"

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

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

	"Fine..." I agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Joey?"

	"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

	"So what now?"

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

	"Come on, Joey.  Stop this."

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

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

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

	"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Stop it, Joey!"

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

	"Shut up!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"You're kidding..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"I was about to cum!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Hey, that's not fair!"

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

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

	"Oh, SHIT!" I groaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Shit, Joey, please..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Goddamnit, Joey - FUCK!!!"

	"SAY IT!!!"

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

	"Louder!"

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

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

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

	"DON'T YOU FUCKING CUM!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	My treacherous prick belched again when I eyes met.

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

	"Yes..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	He nodded his head approvingly and continued...

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

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

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

	I mistakenly averted my eyes...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	SMACK

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

	SMACK

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

	SMACK - SMACK - SMACK

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

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

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

	SMACK

	"It just happened..."

	"HOW?"

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

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

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

	"What?  Tell me..."

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

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

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

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

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

	"Yes..." I answered meekly.

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

	"I think so..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"But has it EVER happened like that since?"

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

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

	SMACK

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

	"Tell me now..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Maybe a little..."

	"Then what happened?"

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

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

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

	"Then what happened?"

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

	"What finally made you lose it?"

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

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

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

	"Didn't Scott notice it?"

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

	"Did you cum a lot?"

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

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

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

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

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

	"I might..."

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

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

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

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

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

	SMACK

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

	SMACK

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

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

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

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

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

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

	SMACK

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

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

	"Yeah - usually."

	SMACK

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

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

	"What do you think it looks like?"

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

	"Then how do you imagine it looks?"

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

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

	"That wouldn't take much..."

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

	SMACK - SMACK - SMACK

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

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

	"Do I notice?"

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

	"Do you do it?"

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

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

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

	"Of course not...then what?"

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

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

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

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

	SMACK - SMACK - SMACK

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

	SMACK

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

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

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

	SMACK

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

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

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

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

	"Describe how I cum, Ricky..."

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

	I squirmed and vibrated under his suddenly tender touch.

	"Don't cum, Ricky..."

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

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

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

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

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

	"At least six..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Yes..." I whimpered.

	"Do you think I should let you cum?"

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

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

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

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

	Finally, he reached behind me and opened the door.

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

	"What?!?"

	"You heard me, get out..."

	I shook my head, confused and horny...

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Now?"

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

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

	"Maybe this will help..."

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

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

	"OK, cum..."

	"I can't..."

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

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

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

	"DO IT!!!" he shouted.

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

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

	Just as I began to cum...

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

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

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