Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2016 01:51:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chris Vestal <cavemanpuckhead@yahoo.com>
Subject: Passing The Drug Test - Part 3

Passing the Drug Test - Part 3

This is part 3 of Passing the Drug Test. Finally.

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I was simply stunned. I had expected an afternoon and maybe late night of
being filmed in compromising positions doing humiliating things. I had not
expected to be doing it along side of someone I consider a good friend. I
guess that's how Travis passed his re-test though. At length, John ushered
me inside the house. I picked up my bag (and jaw) off the floor and moved
further into the living room. John motioned for me to have a seat on the
couch next to Travis. He then disappeared into the kitchen momentarily,
returning with a glass of water which I accepted from him. John explained
that group shoots pay more, so he figured he would help out both of us. I
could barely look at Travis. This was like the height of awkward dinner
table conversation. I think both of us were thinking worst case scenarios,
and not just the very real possibility of having to lose our anal virginity
to a friend that we had to see everyday in school in a singlet. There were
others in the school that were quite enterprising at scouring the Internet
for black mail material on other students. While to date I had not been the
victim of any of it, this was opening the door to a whopper of a
possibility. The last thing I needed was to become a slave of the bully
squad because of this.

Somehow, John managed to sort of get us talking, mainly by brining up
sports and TV I think. When we both had finished our water, John invited us
down to the basement to get started. When we got downstairs, we found a
full camera and light rig set up in front of the couch. We were both about
to officially become indentured servants to John. John instructed both of
us to stand in front of the couch next to each other facing the cameras. He
moved between the lights turning them on, then went to the center of three
cameras and turned that one on. Looking through the viewer, he made a
couple of adjustments then stepped back. "Ok gentlemen, I want to take your
clothes off. Try to remain in the space your are in now, and don't turn
away from the camera especially when you get to your underwear." Travis and
I exchanged a look of "ok, here we go, let's get this over with" and
started stripping down. In short order we were standing nude next to each
other trying to act natural on video. John appeared quite satisfied with
our appearance. Both of us had bodies that were attractively cut without
looking like body builder gym addicts. Travis' skin tone is darker than
mine, and he actually has a decent amount of chest hair for his age. More
importantly to John though, both of us maintained our pubic hair in a close
crop so he didn't have to stop and send us to the shower to fix it.

Flipping the other two cameras on, John instructed us to have a seat on the
couch. Once again he did some fiddling with the cameras to get the shot he
wanted. John then instructed us to get hard. He told us to just get hard
and try to maintain it. He wanted to play a little bit. The first one to
cum would be the main subject of the next scene, motioning to the big exam
chair in the middle of the room. I instantly recalled the video John used
to ensure we would come back. I knew I wanted little part of what was next.

Oddly getting an erection sitting next to Travis was not difficult at
all. We were used to seeing each other naked in the locker room, and I am
sure at one point or another we had all probably seen each other
semi-erect. Mentally we just invoked the urinal rule, you know look
straight ahead (or at the camera in this case) or make eye contact with the
person next to you. What WAS surprising was how rapidly I got hard, and how
hard I got. Within a minute or two, I felt like my shaft was going to
bust. It was actually difficult to keep my pole off my stomach. Then it
dawned on me. The water John had served earlier had been in a blue
glass. The sneaky bastard wanted to hide the boner pill that had apparently
been crushed up and mixed in. I snuck a glance over at Travis to see if he
was being affected in the same way. Suffice it to say that Travis could
look like a monster in every aspect.

It didn't take long before both of our cocks started leaking pre-cum. John
had noted this and begun working his cameras for the golden shots of
it. Both Travis and I were entering into that zone where we had to move
carefully to keep from going over the edge. In short order, I could feel
Travis start to squirm on the couch next to me. I could hear him trying to
control his breathing and start grunting. I sat up a bit to shift my weight
around some and in the process brushed up against Travis' thigh. I guess
the feeling of that ran up his body as I heard him take in a sharp
breath. This cued John to move over the camera on Travis' side and crank
the zoom in. Less than a minute later, Travis began cursing in an
increasingly louder voice. His body stiffened up and he shot his load, cum
creating a trail from the center of his chest down to the base of his
shaft. As Travis was starting to recover, John called out "hands by your
side, look up". John had taken the camera off of its tripod and begun
moving around Travis. John moved in tight getting close ups of Travis'
body, now glistening from sweat, working from his head down the length of
the cum trail to his now softening but still heavily veined cock.

As John sat the camera down, he said "Ok, now we start to get to some of
the fun stuff. Travis, I want you to lay down on the floor with your head
between the legs of your co-worker there." Travis shot John a questioning
look. John continued "We need to put on a good show to get the dough
right?" Travis rolled off the couch and positioned himself between my
legs. I slid up to the edge of the couch a bit and spread my legs out to
accommodate Travis' head and broad shoulders. John grabbed the camera on my
side and instructed me to let go when ready. Obviously I was to lean
forward and try to get as much of my shot as possible on Travis. I looked
down at Travis and saw that his eyes were blank. He had resigned himself to
his fate of being a cum rag. He nodded back to me in and effort to let me
know it was ok. In wasn't long before I was seriously ready to let go. I
looked up at John who confirmed he was ready. With a couple of loud
breaths, I was adding my cum to Travis' face, chest, and stomach.

John finished off his taping, then grabbed a couple of towels and handed
them to us. I helped Travis back to the couch and tried to quietly
apologize to him. Travis dismissed it as not being my fault. It was doing
what it took to pay off a debt.

As I sat there and recovered, I got that need to take a piss feeling that
you get after a good jerk-off session. I asked John if he minded if I hit
the toilet. John replied that he didn't want me to just yet, and in fact
needed me to get to the stage of really urgently needing to piss. I
swallowed hard at that, remembering that John had another scene in mind to
shoot.