Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2012 13:12:50 -0500
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter One Twelve
Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although
based on non-fictional evets. It contains sexual acts involving males in
high school as well as older males. There are scenes of involuntary
humiliation and torment, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is
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Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the
innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally
- has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also
descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You
understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again,
do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or
activities which can be classified as bdsm. Finally, thanks to all you
loyal readers who have stuck with this story through all the years. This
next chapter is a continuation of the previous chapter and continues the
"prequel" to the main story. Although these are "stand-alone" stories, the
reader is STRONGLY advised to begin at the beginning. The characters in
these chapters, especially the bodybuilder Bo Harrison and the cop Jim
Larson will make more sense. Because some readers wanted to know more
about how certain events could happen in the first place without drawing
down the wrath of the authorities as it were it was time to fill in some
those gaps in the story so the reader might have a better idea of how our
poor unsuspecting victims came to find themselves in such predicaments. Or
not, as the case may be.
Loyal readers might remember the circumstances of the police raid
at Mort's in Chapter Eighty-Eight and wonder why such a crackdown had not
happened months sooner or why half the male population did not end up in
County Jail. After reviewing the tapes from the docs' and those from the
warehouse and their parallel time lines, a clearer picture began to emerge.
CHAPTER ONE TWELVE
It goes without saying the next two days at work the tension
between Jim and Steve continued to build due to what happened in the
garage. And as for Tony, he did not even show up so the serious
confrontation Jim feared never happened. And as for Larry he did
everything he could to stay in the background keeping his head down and his
butt scarce, fearing when things would hit the fan as he knew they would,
he would be the first one they would turn on. Or so his frazzled brain
reasoned.
By the end of the shift, Larry was hoping the latest and worst
development, what happened at Tony's on Wednesday was so out of control and
too kinky to ever repeat. It was one thing for he and his co-workers to
allow their weekly workouts to progress to shedding their clothes and now
they all knew Larry could not watch such activities without becoming
completely aroused. And Larry feared his story was now public knowledge;
his attraction to his buds was out there for all to see. And torment him
with! He hoped and prayed it might just might all blow over like the
earlier Wednesday activities at the warehouse where he more or less outed
himself. And with the tape to prove it, he reminded himself. The tape he
had under lock in key, his final ace in the hole, his last bargaining chip
in case they all turned on him. He trying to bury it in the furthest
recesses of his mind when his cellphone went off. He did not recognize the
number so he answered it. To his major surprise and concern was Tony's kid
calling to see if he still wanted to get together Friday night. Talk about
getting blindsided! With everything going down, this kid was not his first
priority so Larry told him sure no problem and he'd get back to him
tomorrow around five or so with details and hung up as fast as he could
without attracting attention or sounding nervous. Which he was. Big time.
"So what's up?" Steve was not ten feet away from him during the
whole brief conversation "plans for Friday huh?" getting the last of his
street clothes from the locker "hot date huh?"
"Yeah right" Larry turned back to getting dressed, knowing he was
blushing "me? Date?" aware Steve was onto him now. And not giving him
half the shit about it he expected. Or he expected from Jim anyway.
"Who knows?" Steve shrugged "it could happen."
"Naw, nothing so exciting..." Larry ran the possibilities over in
his head, deciding to go for the most stupid "hey Steve?"
"Yeah?" half way to the door "what?"
"I was just thinking..."
"Thought I smelled something burning" he smirked "what?"
"I was just..." looking around the locker area "walk ya to your
car."
"Oh..." looking around to see who was in earshot "yup. I hear ya.
Meet me in the lot in five, gotta make a call."
"Deal" and headed for the door. Larry had no idea how to bring up
the idea to Steve. Not without arousing all sorts of suspicions or just as
improbable, having Steve invite himself along. Larry was sure it was the
not smartest thing to do, but where else could he go Friday? The Y? That
would have been the sane thing the safe route, but Larry had these nagging
doubts in the back of his head that would not go away. No matter how he
twisted and turned the idea, he could not get rid of the idea Tony's son
was onto them. Well onto HIM at least. Not like Larry was the one sucking
a guy's cock when the kid burst through the door! But there was the scene
of him running after him, all nervous and everything and so eager to get to
spend time with Larry after then. And that part of his brain he had been
suppressing with less and less success lately could not shake the image of
the two of them working out... pushing issues... getting naked and... knock
it off! he told himself. It was just the heat wave lately, or else the
general horniness that seemed to be infiltrating the town and sprouting in
the most unlikely of places! Like the image of seeing all of them naked in
Tony's garage and big bruiser Steve actually going down on a guy! And not
just any guy but mister straight married Italian musclestud Tony! And now
here's his son trying to get all buddy-buddy with him out of the blue! He
had no idea what was going on or if in some twisted pretzel-logic way it
was daring to show his boner at the warehouse that first night that somehow
started all of this. But Larry had to find out one way or another. And
Larry's way tended to be the most ass-backwards, self-incriminating
stupidest way. He found Steve's SUV and waited not more than two minutes,
two long sweaty nail-chewing minutes, before Steve caught up with him.
"So I can imagine what this is about, huh Lar?" Steve wasted no
time "look about Wednesday..."
"Damnit Steve! You fucking know full well I ain't the one gonna
give you shit about -- wow Steve I'm still wrapping my little brain
around that image -- something it's gonna take me a long time to erase
from my sex-crazed brain" seeing Larry crack a grin, knowing this was going
to be okay, another hurtle overcome "but naw you don't gotta sweat it with
me okay?" Larry bit his lip "Jim's the one I'm thinking you gotta reckon
with okay?"
"Seriously? Damn Larry so you ain't gonna give me shit about what
I... y'know..." they both knew what.
"Look Steve" Larry looked around the lot "you got your issues, fuck
y'know I got mine, Jim has his..."
"Now Tony has his too I'm thinking."
"Tony sure as fuck has his" Larry remembered the conversation with
his son. Oh boy does he now have issues, he thought "so maybe it's best
you and me, we watch each other's back now, I'm thinking."
"Good thinking kid" Steve slapped him on the back. When Larry got
his balance back he continued,
"So..." Larry bit his finger "what are you doing Friday?"
"The usual, me and some of the guys gonna go bowling I imagine"
Steve looked hard at Larry "why?"
"No reason, just asking" that easy for Larry to establish Steve
would be busy, second check off the list "I been meaning to ask, how did
you find out about.. y'know... that Steve guy's place?"
"Steve? Y'mean from last Wednesday?"
"Yeah... y'know..." lowering his voice "that warehouse?"
"Shit..." Steve also dropped into a half-whisper "we really gotta
talk about that?"
"I was just wondering how you knew him..."
"He's... y'know..." Steve did not want to go into his history just
then "let's just say I useta have some buddies hadda problem with gambling
okay?"
"So... oh yeah... gambling buddy, that's right" Larry tried to look
casual about it "so he really works there, like that's his real job and
everything."
"Of course it's a real job" Steve narrowed his eyes "y'don't think
it's something shady, like some illegal -- "
"Fuck no, nothing like that" Larry put on his best poker face "so
he works there? Like every night?"
"Yeah of course" Steve blurted out "second shift, three to eleven
most nights."
"So like a night watchman?"
"Yeah like that, why?"
"No reason" Larry lied "just y'know..." his blushing only made it
more convincing "just after Wednesday, kinda worrying about if..."
"If word got out about... this shit?"
"Yeah..." looking Steve in the eye "neither one of us want that
right?"
"No shit" Steve gave him the close eye "that's why we I mean YOUR
gotta be cool about your tape" hot button topic changing the subject "so
what'd ya wanna talk to me about? Really?"
"Just... nothing really... just..." Larry could pull it off, he was
thinking "just seeing what the plans were. For Friday night... for... um
then there's next Wednesday..."
"Friday I got plans like I said" Steve's nose was telling him
something was up "Wednesday we better not think about right now, okay?"
"Okay deal."
"So we're cool here right?"
"Yeah we're cool... bud" they knocked fists "talk to you later."
"Yeah later."
Larry left Steve unlocking his car door and went to his own
checking the time. It was almost six so he thought he should try the
gamble. He started his car and headed for the south-side, on the outside
chance he just might find that Steve guy at the warehouse.
June 28
The next afternoon Rich did it, he got up the nerve to call Larry
and see if they were still on; Larry said yeah and arranged to meet him
after he got out of work. He told him they could meet at the taco place on
the westside at six. Rich sounded as excited and nervous as the eighteen
year old he was.
"Hey" Rich got out of his car when Larry drove up "so why here?"
"Cause your dad never comes here, I'm thinking" Larry waited to see
the reaction. As expected the kid looked busted "and -- "
"But don't we wanna be going to the Y?" Rich wanted to change to
subject fast "that's way over on the eastside so -- "
"We're not going to Y."
"We're sure as hell not going back to my house" Rich's eyes were
white.
"Nah ain't like that" Larry knew it was the tipping point "there's
this place..."
"Where?" Rich's nervousness went up by half.
"Relax okay?" Larry put his arm around the kid's wide hard-muscled
shoulders "you trust me right?"
"Yeah... I guess..."
"After last Wednesday I guess you gotta, right?"
"Yeah no shit -- sorry I mean."
"No shit is right" Larry smirked "so get in, I'll drive."
"You... sure?" Rich frowned just the slightest.
"Yeah it's cool, c'mon. Trust me."
"I guess" and Rich got in, hoping he was not making a huge mistake.
After all he hardly knew Larry, except he worked with his dad. But a whole
lot younger than his dad. And he thought his dad was cool and was really
REALLY liking how he was getting to be almost a ripped and shredded as his
dad. Not big and competition bulked like him, but muscled enough to turn
heads and enjoy the status it gave him among his fellow football players at
school. But this Larry guy was something else. He was solidly built,
football player wide and round, but different than his bodybuilder dad.
Shit, he didn't mind his dad being such a type-A dad, hell it sure helped
him get the bod he did, but maybe that's why this Larry guy was intriguing.
He seemed more laid back, like somebody he thought he could hang with,
Larry was not the drill sargeant type. And after the eyeful he got the
other night, who knows what his story was? All Rich knew is this guy
seemed cool about what Rich thought he glimpsed happening in his garage
Wednesday. And Larry looked good and Rich sure would not be embarrassed to
be seen in public with him, and Larry was sure big enough if it came to
choosing sides. He was definitely "jock" with a capital J as Rich kept
noting out of his peripheral vision.
"So where are we going?"
"You'll see" Larry found the same parking place they had the last
time "it's only a block or two from here."
"We can't park there?"
"Private parking" Larry lied. They turned off the engine and got
out "now remember this ain't anything fancy."
"Like my garage is?"
"You sound like the guys now" heading towards the warehouse "always
saying how your garage is..."
"A dump, okay?"
"It ain't that bad."
"It's dad's place to get away from mom, okay?"
"Things are that bad there, huh?"
"You don't wanna know okay?" Rich looked around at the industrial
block they were entering "so where is this place?"
"Right there" heading for the warehouse door "c'mon I'll show you."
They found that Steve guy sitting in his office buried under a pile
of paper work.
"So you made it" standing up and holding out his hand. He looked
up as Rich's head appeared around the door "who's this?"
"My friend I told you about he's -- "
"Richard, friends call me Dick" holding out his hand too.
"How old are you kid?" looking at Larry.
"I'm eighteen just graduated from South" also looking at Larry
"why?"
"I guess it's okay then" still looking at Larry "eighteen huh?
Just like..."
"So like we talked about right?" taking out his wallet.
"Two hours right?" as Larry was counting bills.
"Hey we gotta pay?" Rich kept his eyes on Larry "you didn't tell
me. Lemme -- c"
"Don't worry about it Rich I got this one" handing Steve the money.
"You sure..." Steve nodded his head towards the back of the office
"unless..."
"No we're fine. C'mon Rich I'll show ya where the locker room is
and -- "
"Shit, there's even a locker room?" and they left Steve to sort out
his stuff.
"Yeah, so whatdya think?" showing Rich the workout area. His eyes
were taking it all in, trying not to look overly impressed or immature and
shocked.
"No wonder you think my garage is a dump. Why would you go there
when you got this place?"
"It's not always available okay?" Larry lied "so through here"
stepping into the locker room "we can change. Showers through there too."
"Even showers?"
"Yeah even showers."
"So what is this place?" Rich made no move to start changing "I
mean it looks like a fuckin warehouse from the outside and..."
"It is a warehouse" Larry was watching Rich just stand there "but
there's also this workout area in back here. Some guy..."
"Who is he? Do you know him?"
"Not really, only know that Steve guy you met."
"Yeah it's not him, he ain't any kind of musclehead by a long shot.
So who's the guy? How do you know him? Does dad know him?" the thousand
questions did not stop.
"Like I said, he just a friend of a friend of a friend, and no your
dad doesn't know him, so don't be asking him okay?"
"Yeah right like I'm going to..."
"So aren't you going to change?" Larry did his best to keep his
voice calm.
"Nah, I'm fine like this. You gonna change?"
"Nah, me too" tugging at his t-shirt "so let's get out there then."
"Let's do this" Rich grunted, jutting out his chest almost as far
as his jaw.
They made their way to the main area, Rich sizing up all the
equipment, looking like the kid in the candy store,
"I don't know what I want to do first."
"Maybe we better start out easy. Maybe just some pushups for
starters."
"You're on" Rich was warming to this fast "bet ya know I can outdo
ya."
"Bet ya can't kid."
"How much?" he stopped for a second "and how come y'didn't tell me
this place costed money. Looked like some serious bills you were giving
him."
"It's no big deal okay? We'll sort it all out, not to worry,
okay?"
"And what did that guy say about the other thing?"
"Other thing?" Larry stopped what he was doing also, giving Rich
his full attention.
"Y'know you guys were talking about the money and he said 'unless'.
Unless what?"
"You don't wanna know about that stuff."
"What stuff?"
"Tell ya later okay?" Larry wanted to get a better feel for the kid
first, let his suspicions run their course.
"So I'm still betting you I can beat you at pushups. Old. Man!"
"Old man, huh?" and Larry dropped to the floor and started counting
off. He was sore from the other night but he could do pushups in his
sleep. He watched and listened to Rich next to him counting off his as
well, a bit impressed how effortless he made it look. When they both
passed the thirty-mark Larry thought about letting the kid win this one.
What harm in it, right? He started slowing around fifty and by fifty-five
he watched the kid pass him, stopping at fifty-seven.
"Seventy two!" Rich finished, falling to the floor "beat ya!"
"Okay, this time maybe."
"Maybe?" he jumped to his feet "no maybe about it. You didn't even
make sixty."
"I lost count."
"Lost count bullshit" Rich stood there sweating and panting, his
t-shirt off showing his hard teen muscles. Already his thick pecs and
baseball biceps were responding to the brief warmup "you lost the bet."
"Yeah maybe."
"No maybe" Rich was enjoying this "okay because you lost the bet,
now you tell me about that 'unless' part, and -- "
"No and, that's for another... I don't know..." Larry thought he
could soft-peddle this "y'see it's like this. And do NOT tell anyone about
this got it?"
"Oh it's that interesting huh?" Rich looked around "it's not
illegal is it? Is that why he asked if I was eighteen?
Or... something... worse?"
"It ain't illegal" Larry took on his cop attitude "I wouldn't do
this if it was illegal, right?"
"So what is it?"
"We rent out this place and -- "
"Yeah I got that part I ain't deaf. But either you pay him
or... or what?"
"Or..." Larry expected a huge laugh from him "or not, if..."
"If what?" Rich had all the patience of an eighteen year old "what
already?"
"If we don't want to spend the money, the alternative is..." Larry
took a breath "there's a camcorder he has... and..."
"What?" Rich was not laughing "what? You let him... like make a
movie of..."
"Yeah, he records it, y'know... for insurance reasons or something
like that..."
"Yeah, I bet he jacks off to it later, right?" Rich expected a
laugh but Larry was not laughing either.
"No it ain't like that, this is work, it's like a business for him.
He don't care as long as we don't trash the place."
"Lemme get this straight" Rich found the weight bench and sat down,
his face red and beading "you either pay serious dough to use this place or
what? You mean otherwise you like y'telling me you like let him film it?
He films you guys working out?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that..." Larry expected an outraged
bout of laughter from the kid. Instead he sat there looking serious.
"So..." Rich rubbed his shoulder "why aren't we... y'know...?"
"What?" Larry's jaw dropped "you don't really wanna..."
"Why not?" Rich looked at Larry trying to gauge his reaction "I
mean you guys did it I'm guessing, right?"
"Maybe..."
"Maybe??? Just maybe?"
"Okay we did but..."
"No buts! How cool is that! I'd fuckin kill to see that tape --
"
"Well it ain't here I mean -- I I don't really know what happens
to it" lies lies and more lies, he thought.
"You don't know what happens to the tape? He doesn't like sell it
or shit does he?"
"Fuck no -- I mean hell no, he just, I dunno I think he says he
just keeps them locked up in his office, in case something goes missing or
something, from what he says."
"So what's the big deal then?" Rich tried to look tough and adult
"let's do it! Hell, you can save your money for something important."
"You aren't saying you really agree to -- "
"Fuck yeah! It'd be a total crazy hoot! I mean I always wanted to
see myself... I mean..." reconsidering his words.
"You sound like Jimbo now. Man talk about in love with the
mirror!"
"It ain't like that, I mean it'd be kinda fun, and I'd get to see
my... y'know form... and stuff y'know."
"You really serious? Rich?"
"Totally serious" getting off his bench "c'mon let's go see if,
let's talk to that Steve guy" already half way across the room.
"Wait" intercepting him fast "I'll go talk to him. See if the
offer's still good, you wait here" and Larry was almost running over to
that office.
Rich sat down reconsidering his actions. It was so like him to
jump off the deep end half-assed, but hey! what's the worst could happen.
And if his dad and his buddies could get into all this shit like he saw in
his garage, hell maybe so could he, right? And he had a nagging suspicion,
hell more than that, he was getting stoked to see if his wishful thinking
about Larry was correct. He did not have to sit there chewing his tongue
for long. A minute or two later Larry re-emerged, and behind him like it
was Christmas and his birthday rolled into one, he was dragging a camcorder
with him.
"You really sure about this?"
"Wow, that's so awesome, we gonna do this huh?"
"You sure? Rich?"
"Oh yeah, this is so totally crazy let's do this!"
"Okay..." Larry could see the look on the kid's face and knew his
hunches were proving move solid by the minute "so maybe you get to pick the
first -- "
"Back" going over to the nautilus "back rows. Here lemme show
you."
"I think I know how..."
"Yeah sure of course sorry" Rich knew he almost insulted the guy.
And he was way too big to insult. And so far Larry had been acting too
cool to Rich, so maybe Rich could push a button or two "you wanna go
first?"
"Yeah good idea" Larry took the seat on the bench after plugging
the pin in at his weight amount. He grabbed the grips and with some effort
pulled them forward and across his chest making it puff out enough to get a
slight grunt from Rich. And Rich was taking it all in. He watched the
bigger guy filling out his t-shirt, his hairy arms and legs covered with
that peach-fuzz hair unlike his dad was something Rich found intriguing.
And maybe more. Larry's young-looking features got hard when he worked
out, making him look less the rookie cop and more the determined athlete.
Looking like the former college football player, Rich imagined he was.
Rich let his eyes roam all over Larry, taking in his barrel chest, his big
arms, and bigger thighs. He stared as Larry did a total of twenty and
stopped "your turn."
"Alright!" Rich took his place after making sure he increased the
weight by at least two slots "hey!"
"What?"
"Thought we were gonna" nodding at the camcorder sitting on its
stand "yknow?"
"You sure you want to...?"
"Fuck yeah I wanna see how hot -- I mean how good I look" hoping
Larry did not catch the slip. But Larry the cop was catching everything.
He wheeled the camcorder over and turned it on "oh yeah, now watch this!"
and away he went, his eager enthusiasm burning itself out in his first set,
overextending himself trying to put on a good show, trying to keep Larry's
attention "there!" finishing twenty, but looking exhausted in the process
"your turn."
"Okay how much do we increase it? Full fifteen?" moving the pin to
the next spot.
"Increase? We gotta increase?"
"Oh yeah, of course" Larry saw his advantage "we increase each
time, doing three total."
"You didn't tell me we -- "
"That's standard, increasing each time. So what is it? Ten or
fifteen?"
"Fifteen... I guess" and Rich saw his mistake right away. Okay,
Larry might outdo him this time, but next time he'll be wise to this trap
"do it."
Larry took his seat with the increased weight and gave the grips
and pull. He arms and chest bulged out with the increased amount, knowing
Rich's eyes -- and the camera's -- were watching his every move. He
made it look as hot as he knew how,
"There, your turn."
"Fifteen, huh?" Rich changed his amount, knowing he was pushing it.
He sat down and gave a loud grunt as he yanked the grips forward. It took
a great deal of grunting and straining but he finished his twenty with some
visible difficulty.
"Serious training, huh?"
"Yeah, y'could say that" anxious to get Larry to take his turn now.
He watched Larry move the pin to a serious amount of weight, wondering if
he could do it. Yeah, the guy was built and big, thick chest, thick arms
and shoulders, how much was real muscle and how much just bulk? Watching
him burn through his last set of twenty Rich learned real fast: there was
serious muscle there!
"There!" Larry got up puffing and sweating "last one Rich, you can
do it."
"Fuck yeah I can!" all adolescent overconfidence and bragging "no
sweat!" and moved his pin, swearing under his breath. He was rarely at
such a high amount and when he did, he did not do twenty of the fuckers!
At least not after doing forty already! He sat down and gave the grips and
pull, his arms shuddering with the increased weight "fuck..."
"C'mon man you can do it!"
"Fuck..." yanking for the next five, his shoulders and back
starting to give him serious complaints.
"C'mon Rich finish them or else."
"Fuck" Rich managed to get thirteen, then the fourteenth done and
his shoulders just quit "fuck that's not easy."
"Y'didn't do it Rich you didn't do it."
"Yeah so what?" Rich was acting like his dad "so what? I started
too high okay?"
"You started where you wanted remember?"
"So what? I gotta do a lap around the room?"
"No..." Larry tried not to look at the camera. He knew if he
pushed this it might lead where? but he had his hunches and he needed to
play them out. And in the process find out where the kid's head was at.
After all Rich did witness some totally kinky shit in his own garage for
crissakes "when a guy does not finish he rep, we..."
"You what?" Rich's eyes went wide "oh shit. The garage! No
wonder! That's what happened right? If a guy fucks up, he has to -- "
"Yeah something like that" Larry realized the kid was no dummy
"there's a penalty. If a guy messes up -- "
"He has to do a penalty. What the.. um..." Larry spilled it out
"what the other guys agree on."
"Fuck..." the picture of what happened Wednesday came to Rich like
a lightning flash "holy shit that makes sense, you guys were all doing
penalties!"
"Yeah, something like that."
"Okay..." Rich bit his lip, expecting Larry to make him do
something really kinky and gross "okay so... so what's my... y'know
penalty?"
"You saying you up for penalties?" nodding at the camera.
"Hey, just because I lost this one doesn't mean I'm gonna be
wussing out. And I got no intention of losing anymore okay? Maybe you the
one should be worrying what I might think of, okay?"
"You sure about this Rich?"
"Try me Larry" and there it was. The eighteen year old son of his
friend was challenging him to some serious high-stakes games, camera
included. Larry felt something spin in stomach.
"Okay if you're serious..." Larry stood up "stand up, lose the
shirt and give me five minutes of posing, starting with double biceps."
"Fuck" he jumped to his feet, pulling his t-shirt over his head in
one smooth move "is that all?" He flexed for Larry like he had been
practicing for days, displaying his thick hard pecs, smooth except for the
slightest amount of reddish-brown hair down his sternum, his hardening tiny
pink nipples standing out from the breeze. And those hard prominent biceps
pumping from the pose, his wide shoulders those of a high-school jock in
the prime of his youth. He knew how good he could make himself look, but
was not sure if Larry was one of those guys whose tongue would hang out,
his eyes popping out when Rich cranked up the volume.
"Looking good, looking good there Rich" Larry allowed himself to
stare, enjoying how much the kid got off on it, and enjoying the sight as
well "are you sure you ain't Jim's son and not Tony's?"
"Huh?" lowering his arms.
"You seem to enjoy showing off almost as much as Jim."
"He's a total stud, okay?"
"Yeah well, I guess you saw..."
"Yeah I saw the total package" Rich continued to pose and flex,
enjoying his own show whether Larry did or not. He knew he was hot and was
eager to see himself as the camera saw him. Whether he really looked as
good as he hoped he did. And he really wanted to impress this Larry guy.
He wanted to see how much the bigger older guy appreciated his effort.
After a short ten minutes he went to retrieve his shirt "and fuck I do mean
total package."
"No, the shirt stays off" Larry decided the kid's vanity would be
his undoing "once you lose something..."
"Ya stay stripped the rest of the night?" Rich whistled "okay this
gets real then, huh?"
"You can stop anytime, y'know, if you..." nodding at the camera.
"Okay what's next, you pick it" Rich tossed his shirt into a corner
"how about?"
"Biceps" Larry found the barbell and where the weights were piled
"basic curls, how about that?"
"I'm gonna wipe the floor with you. They're my best."
"Yeah I can see that" loading the weights.
"So y'like these, huh?" again flexing his arms, his eyes on
Larry's.
"What's not to like, right?" Larry took the barbell and lifted it
to his waist, trying to act more nonchalant than he was feeling "I know how
I look. Hot huh?" and began his biceps curls. As he knew they would, his
arms were popping even more, the muscles in his arms pushing out the veins
in high relief, every muscle group striated and displayed for Larry's
enjoyment. He did twenty and stopped like he could have done fifty "your
turn."
"You think you're the only stud in town huh?" and it was Larry's
turn. What he lacked in finesse and shredded muscle, he made up in sheer
strength and mass. He powered through his twenty barely breaking a sweat
"okay add twenty, you think it's so easy?"
"Two tens?"
"You heard me."
"Shit you're turning out t'be as much a hard-ass as my dad" but
Rich did as he was told. He loaded the barbell and took his spot "I so
wanna see this when I'm finished" nodding at the camcorder. He burned
through his twenty but the last three were tough. By the time he was
finished his ripped pecs and arms were shiny and looking like he was Tony's
son after all "okay big boy, show me how."
"Fine" Larry loaded his two tens and started his curls. He did the
first ten with minor effort, his arms now warmed up, but the last five
almost got him "fuck."
"Not so easy huh?"
"I'm still gonna beat your ass."
"We'll see about that, but first" and Rich went over to the
camcorder and hit the rewind. They both watched the monitor as Rich's
routine replayed. By the time they reset the tape Rich was enjoying his
show, especially below the waist, hoping Larry did not notice. Then again,
after what happened in the garage Wednesday, his hunch was Larry would not
really care all that. Hell he might even get off on it, he thought.
"Okay last one, twenty more Larry."
"Watch me" he loaded that last weights on and lifted the barbell up
to his waist with a loud whoosh! He powered through the first eight or
nine and by the tenth his arms were shaking and burning.
"Do it Larry. You don't want a penalty do ya?"
"Fuck" he yanked up number eleven but that was it. Number twelve
made it almost halfway and he lowered the bar "damn."
"My turn" Rich loaded the barbell and with a big grin on his face
tortured himself through the first fifteen. By number seventeen it looked
like he would lose as well. With every vein popping in his neck and arms,
Rich finished all twenty, his upper body a relief map of vascular
hyper-development "damn!"
"Wow... that was..."
"Hot, I know" Rich grabbed one of the towels from the pile on the
table "speaking of hot..."
"What?"
"Getting hot in here ain't it Larry?"
"Hey, you're the one half-dressed."
"Speaking of dressed..."
"Oh no."
"I'm thinking for your penalty" Rich tried to hide his smile "the
t-shirt... and" wanting to see if Larry would actually do it "the shorts
both go. Strip off Larry my man."
"Yeah right..."
"Y'sayin y'ain't up to this? You gonna wuss out on my now when
we've gone this far?"
"Well... no..."
"Okay, lose'm."
"You sure about this?" nodding at the camera "don't forget..."
"Oh I'm not forgetting. I'm still thinking the big stud cop's
gonna be the first one t'wuss out here unless you're up for making some
really interesting movies before I'm finished with you. Enough time
wasting, lose the clothes Larry my man."
"You really sure you wanna do this?" Larry pulled the bottom of his
t-shirt free of the waistband "things have a way of getting... y'know..."
"Yeah I know. Do it."
Larry did not say anything, he did not have to. He tugged the
shirt over his barrel chest, his thick upper body exposed and all that hair
matted with sweat. He looked at the camcorder then Rich then turned his
back as he tugged down his shorts. This time his white boxers were clean.
"Oh yeah, much better. Cooler huh?"
"Yeah I guess" half-turning, his hands over his crotch.
"Okay my turn" Rich's eyes darting to what Larry was trying to hide
"shoulder presses."
"We did shoulders."
"We can do more. You start."
"Whenever you wanna stop or break or..."
"Quit stalling. You start."
Larry reloaded the barbell and with a great hesitation he lifted
the bar, standing up as he did. And when he did they both knew that
Larry's front was showing major wood. Rich gave a low whistle,
"Ah... Larry... just reminding you about that camera... you know
you -- "
"You wanna stop?"
"Do you?" giving Larry an out. Larry looked down at his crotch and
then at the camera hoping and praying Rich really was eighteen otherwise he
was about to throw his life away. But his dick was going to have the final
say here no matter what his better judgment would tell him. And all that
horniness spreading around the joint like a sweaty fog was getting so thick
he could taste it now. So Larry lifted the barbell to his shoulders then
high over his head the front of his boxers showing the distinct outline of
his swelling cockhead, the head and crown plainly visible through the thin
cotton material. Fifteen times he did that then lowered the barbell to the
floor.
"What? You're suddenly real quiet?"
"Y-y-you look really good like that" Rich admitted, nodding at his
body. Rich's eye were all over that hairy chest, the dark-blond hair of
those arms running over the shoulders and back and chest, getting even
thicker as they went. It wasn't like he was a caveman or anything, but the
way the hairiness just accentuated his muscles, making them look even
bigger it seemed, just made the picture more and more exciting. All of it
keeping Rich's attention "real eyeful though."
"You thinking of maybe... "
"Like I say it's all good. So before I change my mind, my turn"
Rich got up and grabbed the barbell, keeping the weight at the same amount.
"Aren't ya gonna... y'know?"
"Nah, this weight's fine" Rich smiled "besides, it feels like more
of a real competition if we're doing the same thing, right?" and he
straightened up, almost leaning his hips forward when he noticed Larry's
eyes run up and down his body a few times. He burned through his set with
some effort, all those prized muscles in his shoulders and back flexing and
popping out as he finished "fuck yeah. Okay musclestud, show me what ya
got."
"Yeah right" Larry added the additional weight with some
trepidation "you got me beat on that count. You got muscles on top of your
muscles on you Rich. Ten or fifteen?"
"Fifteen" Rich's eyes never left Larry's "y'really think so?"
rubbing his hand over his slick chest.
"You know you do Rich. You know how you look" and Larry wrestled
the heavier bar up to his chest. He pumped the bar over his head six or
seven times, catching his breath with it straight over his head. He stood
there dripping sweat, his hairy pits staring right at Rich standing inches
in front of him.
"Fuck" he stepped to the side "I want that to see this" the
camcorder pointing at Larry's front "all of this" and just like that
reached down and gave that hard tube a super-quick grab "gotcha!"
"HEY!" Larry jerked backwards almost dropping the barbell.
"C'mon Larry fifteen!"
"Okay lemme catch my breath."
"Do it!" Larry hoisted the barbell back to his shoulders and pumped
it back over his head. He made ten then stopped "c'mon Larry five more!"
"Ten!"
"Fifteen!"
"Fuck!" Larry grunted and swore but barely made number eleven.
"Okay then hold the bar just hold it" Rich had an evil glint in his
eye "looks like you ain't gonna do all fifteen right?"
"Fuck" Larry rested the bar on his shoulders, his face red and
beading "lemme rest a sec."
"No resting" Rich came in front of him again "I'll let you off the
hook this time if..."
"What?"
"If you just hold the bar up and don't move just for a count of
ten" a slight smirk on his face "just one time for ten seconds, that's
all."
"What's the catch?"
"No catch. Do it for ten seconds and it'll be the same as all
fifteen. Deal?"
"Fuck, I can..." juggling the bar "do one more."
"Then do it!"
"Fuck!" Larry yelled and yanked the bar one last time over his
head.
"Okay don't move, got it? Don't you fuckin move!" Rich stepped to
the side and before Larry could react Rich reached for the front of his
boxers and was about to grab his bone.
"HEY!" starting to lower the bar.
"I said don't move! That's two... three..." counting off the
seconds.
"NO WAIT!"
"Four..." rubbing up and down the length of that hardon for the
camera "five..." and his fingers were wiggling inside the gaping fly,
threatening to release Larry's balls.
"DAMN!" starting to lower the bar again.
"Keep it up there Lar!" and for the last five seconds Rich's
fingers released and bounced the underside of his heavy exposed scrotum,
blond hairs and wrinkled sac showing for the camera, ten times for ten
seconds. If Larry had been hard before, by the time he lowered the bar his
bone was solid iron. His cock was angled up and to the side and tenting
out the front of his fly.
"You mutherfucker!" as soon as the barbell hit the floor Larry's
hands were covering his junk and arranging the damage as best he could "Are
you nuts? I can't believe you did that!"
"Funny huh?" Rich was not laughing "dude you are totally boned.
You what? take Viagra before you work out or something?"
"Shit you can't be doing that" nodding at the camera "you
forgetting about that or something?"
"What's the matter, you getting scared now?"
"I ain't scared, it's just I mean..." nodding again towards their
silent observer.
"So you wanna quit already?"
"No.. I mean... maybe we better forget about that" almost expecting
some support from their one-eyed friend.
"Shit you ARE getting scared! So you wanna keep going or not?"
"Maybe we better not..."
"Not what? Shit you are backin down I can't believe it! Big cop
like you letting some kid like me -- "
"I ain't backing down -- "
"Prove it!"
"Okay maybe just no more of these penalties unless we got some
rules... or -- "
"You ARE wussing out! Damnit I knew you would! Okay here's the
deal -- "
"I ain't wussing out and there's no deal."
"Then prove it! First guy to wuss out and not do his penalty
admits he's a total loser punk and..." Rich knew he was pushing Larry, but
he was betting the last thing the big tough cop was going to admit some kid
has more balls.
"And what? Not like I'm gonna be the one to wuss out."
"Bet it won't be me either okay? But first guy to wuss out, to
call it quits tonight has to..."
"Has to what?" Larry was almost as nervous as he was horny now. A
serious toss-up in the works here. But sitting there with his boner plain
as day was going to be his undoing. Yet again.
"Well lets the winner keep the tape for starters -- small price
to pay."
"No way! I can't let you show that tape around! Even the stuff we
did so far!"
"So you are planning more for tonight!" Rich heard the shift in
Larry's tactic, how he was going to end up with the tape of them doing "I
though so! So Larry you in or out?"
"You think I'm gonna let you call my bluff then keep a record of it
to show everybody? Hell I'm in, it's you should be worrying!"
"Shit I care" going back in front of the camcorder flexing and
posing again "I ain't worried, you the one should be worrying. Hell, as
far as I'm concerned this is totally insane and hot and who knows what, all
in a totally crazy weird totally fucked-up way" almost catching his
reflection in the lens "and filming all this shit that's even more
fucked-up."
"You really ain't worried about maybe someone ending up seeing --
"
"One I really care, and two who's gonna be seein it" Rich was
enjoying Larry's nervousness big time "like y'said, the tape goes in a safe
or something. The only person seeing this is us" looking at the door to
Larry's office "and maybe that guy, probably in there now jacking off to
all this."
"Totally doubt that okay?"
"Well who cares if he is, right?" Rich loaded the additional weight
"serious weight here, just like I like it" and he powered the bar up to his
shoulders with a loud "whew!" and proceeded to do his fifteen like
everything before was just a warmup "well. You think you can do your
fifteen?"
"Fuck I doubt it" Larry took the spot and tested the bar "that's
some serious weight there."
"Yeah, like this ain't getting serious now Larry."
"Okay I'm thinking maybe I kinda forfeited already here."
"Last chance. You know you gotta try, right?"
"Fuck..." and up came the bar to Larry's hairy shoulders "not sure
about this..."
"Try. Just try Lar."
"Okay" and up went the bar over his head. He managed two more and
started wobbling, his left arm starting to shake almost losing the weight.
"Okay sport you just hold it there, keep it up."
"Oh not again c'mon Rich don't!" but too late. As Larry struggled
to keep the bar over his head, Rich made a grab for the waistband of his
boxers and started to yank them downwards. Larry struggled and twisted,
keeping his legs wide so Rich could only flash his pale pubes and the root
of that swelling cock. Finally Larry had to admit defeat slamming the
weight to the floor with a bang!
"Damn!"
"Gonna tell me now why you keep boning so easy there Lar?"
"Fuck you!"
"Or you gonna do your penalty or I get to keep the tape of you all
sweaty and horny."
"You cheated! Grabbing me in the balls trying to yank down my
shorts what were y'thinking!"
"You weren't gonna finish all fifteen anyway. So your forfeit just
started early."
"Forfeit better not be..." his boxers already back up.
"Better not be what? What's the matter, afraid to strip naked with
-- "
"Fuck yeah!" nodding at the camera "y'think I'm getting naked with
that recording you got another thing coming!"
"Like you're in any position to bargain bud. It's your forfeit
remember? Or you admitting some kid got the better of you."
"You ain't getting the better of me so..." but Larry stood there,
both hands covering the front of his shorts, his hardon almost hidden "so
maybe we -- "
"I was gonna make you strip off, y'know total bareass naked for me
for the record" nodding at their friend "show me what a real naked cop stud
looks like but..."
"But what?" Larry felt several trickles of sweat run down his
forehead, his pits leaking like sieves.
"You can keep your shorts on this time if you..."
"If I w-w-what?"
"You just stand there facing the camera and keep your hands on your
head and -- "
"No Rich, don't! I know what you -- "
"Like hell you do. What you think I'm -- "
"You gonna grab my... "nodding at his thick hard tube pushing out
the front of his shorts "my dick, don't... don't do that, not with..."
"Okay fine I ain't touching your bone" Rich got redder and more
animated "not this time" under his breath "but you hold the pose for ten
seconds got it?"
"I just stand there" his hands already on his head "like this?" the
muscles in his arms and shoulders starting to pop all over again "huh?"
"Yeah really flex stud, really show off that bod of yours" Rich
slid behind him, his hands running up and down Larry's hard full belly
covered with that coating of fine pale hair, then rubbing the oily sweat up
to his thick chest teasing the hair around those two large oval nipples,
tickling the wet swampy armpits just enough to remind Larry who was calling
the shots now. Once he got Larry panting and groaning under his fingers he
let them come to rest on the wet stained waistband as light as the deep
groan that escaped from both of them.
"No... don't..."
"I ain't gonna grab your meat, no matter how you beg" that smirk on
his face again, like he had been planning this all along, a horny teenager
just itching to get Larry into a compromising spot "but you count to ten
got it Lar?"
Larry shivered and twisted as he felt those fingers graze his
forest of pubes then his right hip and then ever so lightly the opening of
his gaping fly exposing a small glimpse of something below those pubes.
Just as Larry counted eight, Rich grabbed the seam and gave it a hard yank
before Larry could double over and keep the swollen shiny head of his hard
rigid cock from popping out the opening.
"HEY!" Larry pulled away and crouched down, trying to cover
himself, his wide hairy back to the camera "what the FUCK!"
"Hey I didn't touch your cock and -- "
"You ripped my shorts!"
"That you still have on! What's your beef?"
Larry looked pissed and almost defeated,
"C'mon Rich fun's fun but -- "
"But what? You wussing out so soon? Think about it Larry, me and
that tape..."
"I ain't wussin."
"You better not, not with things finally getting interesting"
Rich's shorts were starting to have as difficult a time containing his own
excitement "and more interesting for the camera, right? W-wow, n-n-never
thought I'd actually get to do something like this! A real honest-to-god
no-holes-barred workout with one of dad's cop buddies. Man I almost blew a
load just thinking about tonight never imagining things getting HALF this
kinky! And now even if we stopped right now and -- "
"So you are thinking about stopping?"
"Fuck no I keep telling you this -- "
"Really gets to you huh? You serious saying y'were really were
thinking about us... maybe doing... this kinda shit when -- "
"Maybe... maybe you weren't either huh?" Rich stepped over and
jabbed Larry in the ribs causing him to lose his eternal grip over his torn
crotch "dude you been fighting the bone since we started!"
"Knock it off I can explain -- "
"Your dick's doing the explaining for you... man..." Rich shook his
head "the other guys know -- she they must after Wednesday huh?"
"Know what?" Larry grabbed a towel to wipe himself and cover his
ripped shorts. Suddenly he felt very vulnerable and very exposed.
"Dude you haven't figured out yet it's totally cool?" Rich's head
kept shaking "I already told you the thought crossed my mind some of this
stuff might maybe happen, and I kept thinking about maybe you and dad and
the guys, maybe a bit fantasizing what you might get into, in fact I think
it's kinda funny in a hot way, okay?"
"Well I don't."
"Okay my turn" changing the subject. Rich knew he might mess it up
if he kept pushing it, but the way Larry was so hot to keep working out
with him was the clearest signal he ever got from anybody. And he was not
going to let this unbelievable opportunity just go down the tubes. He tore
his eyes off Larry's half-naked body, making sure Larry saw his stare and
then to the equipment "back to the bench. Military presses. For real
now."
"You are so on!" Larry could not be happier to get off the subject
of his obvious lust for the kid. For a moment or two he thought the whole
evening would crash and burn around him, with Tony's son either very
recklessly immature or very much play-acting like he had been planning most
of this from the start. When Larry first saw him burst in on their naked
workout he feared the kid would freak and turn them all in. Which is why
Larry agreed to do this tonight, he lied to himself. He told himself it
was just damage control but the evening so far was just about the
antithesis of what he expected. He agreed to this evening hoping to swear
the kid to secrecy, and yeah maybe steal a glimpse or two of that hot
ripped body of his. But this was WAY more than Larry had bargained for, so
he had scolded himself he had to start turning the tables on the kid soon.
Hey, he was the adult here, he yelled at himself, the trained police
officer! And for all Rich's good looks and perfect physique he should be
either too crazy or horny to be much of a match for him; but either way
Rich was a loose cannon and maybe not the best candidate to be doing this
progressively raunchy work-out with. So now it looked like the crisis had
passed and they could get back to just a regular normal workout. Even
though he was standing there all but half-naked and seriously concerned
about the hardness of his cock and what it meant. He know Rich was young
but no idiot and was connecting the dots in his head with a certain
expertise for someone of his age and -- Larry hoped -- limited
experience.
"You start" Rich went to the camera and rolled it over until it was
almost between Larry's knees "I'll spot ya."
"Hey do we really need that anymore?" looking at the camera
pointing at his towel-covered crotch, his only covering a magnet for the
lens "y'know how this really looks right?"
"And lose the towel already or you wussing out here? You the big
hard cop, and I do mean hard" helping Larry load the bar "dude maybe you
should not be taking the Viagra next time -- "
"Fuck you."
"Too fuckin eye-popping I'm saying..." Rich took his spot behind
Larry's head watching like a hawk as Larry, inch by inch tugged free of the
towel and tossed it to the ground. As soon as he did that bright red
cockhead and half the shaft slid free of the torn fly. He tried to stuff
it back it but Rich barked "Leave it man! You better get used to the idea
you gonna be showing dick sooner or later just admit it. Shit I'm so
liking the view from up here" staring down Larry's bulked hairy torso, that
chest and belly swelling out and shiny, all that exposed flesh damp with
sweat and that thick-headed bone pointing north"okay gimme ten."
"Just ten?" lifting the bar over his chest with Rich's help.
"Yeah ten will do just fine."
Which is what Larry did. This was a routine he had done since he
was fourteen so military presses were almost effortless for him. And it
helped to keep his mind off what this must look like, lying there with his
hardon sliding free of his shorts, this muscle-bound teen standing over
him, ogling his body. He finished up and Rich was hot to take the bench
after him. Larry noticed he did not change the weight amount but kept it
at Larry's rather hefty amount,
"Trying to show me up there kid?" spotting him, his nads almost
grazing Rich's forehead.
"This... ain't... shit!" Rich grunted between lifts. The amount
was serious but he knew he could do it. He had to for what he was
planning. He powered through his ten with a great deal of effort "okay old
man, your turn."
"Old man?" Larry laughed "I'm maybe all of six or seven years older
-- "
"Older, exactly" punching him below the waist "getting soft there."
"You wish."
"One thing sure ain't soft" his fist went lower "dude..."
"You so into grabbin dick grab your own geez, you got one too for
crissakes" Larry added an additional twenty pounds "you really should've
started at a lower weight."
"Maybe maybe not" Rich helped Larry get the bar from the rack "okay
studmeat, gimme ten."
"Easy" he grunted, his chest and arms popping out as he lifted the
increased weight. He was powering through his sixth and seventh when he
noticed the movement over his head. From his upside-down perspective, it
looked like Rich was indeed rubbing himself inside his shorts. That was
enough to destroy Larry's concentration. He barely made nine. His tenth
was only completed with Rich's spotting.
"Almost didn't make it there Lar. You're flirting with a forfeit
y'know?"
"What the hell you doing?" spinning around on the bench "you really
tugging your junk watching me -- "
"Y'blame me?" Rich smirked removing his hand from his shorts,
something hard and tubular starting to tent out the front of the material,
the waistband slightly pulling away from those perfect abs "never expected
I'd get me a workout bud -- a HORNY workout bud at my total mercy, who's
just as much into doing this crazy shit and maybe more, like maybe going
all the way is his total fantasy."
"Hey you're the one so hot to -- "
"You were really objecting" almost grabbing Larry's crotch as he
tried to stuff it back inside his shorts "and this thing really likes the
attention."
"Hey!" pulling and twisting away "c'mon Rich" looking around for
something to cover up with, seeing Rich holding the towel out of reach
"enough with your kids' games. Now let's see you do the lifting for a
change."
"No sweat old man" and Rich took the bench. Again Larry spotted
him, the angle giving him a perfect view down that corded muscular almost
hairless torso each shredded muscle now beginning to stand out in his
relief, all the way down to where Rich's rod stretched the elastic of the
waistband off his abdomen, a hint of a swollen cockhead -- uncut? --
threatening to poke free any second. Rich did his ten with only slightest
assist from Larry on the last two "okay last set, make it good Larry."
"Shit" loading on an additional twenty, seeing some serious weight
there "this is gonna be your funeral."
"You can do it" and again he lifted the bar into Larry's waiting
palms. No sooner had he started than Rich tugged down the front of his
shorts, exposing everything to the camera and started bouncing his naked
sweaty balls an inch from Larry's forehead. Larry made it to seven gasping
for air. Luckily Rich was there to grab the barbell and lift it back into
rack, his smooth shaved scrotum brushing Larry's nose as he did. Larry got
a heady whiff of that sex-charged crotch and the rest of his cock could not
help but pop out from its confinement in its total glory burping a drop of
precum for good measure.
"What the hell?" trying to pull away.
"Looks like a big bad forfeit from where I'm standing."
"Forfeit! You kidding me? With you shoving your shit in my face!
What's with that -- "
"Hey at my age I'm always horny" nodding down as Larry's leaking
cock as he pulled his shorts half way back to his pubes "but then you know
all about that huh? Don't matter cause there's still this one big bad
forfeit here Lar."
"We ain't finished. Your turn!"
"Okay but then I'm thinking we start making this really
interesting. I'm slowly getting the picture you're thinking the same shit
I'm thinking and if so it's just what you're gonna like!" his evil glint
and wicked smile making Larry think the kid might actually try something
funny, camera or not.
"Just gimme ten and then we'll see who's doing what."
"Watch me" Rich lay down on the bench, this time the head of his
erect cock lifted free of his waistband by a good inch or two, and Larry
was right, the kid was uncut. Even totally hard, the foreskin covered most
of that fat head, but stretched so tight it was almost translucent. He
knew Tony was cut, but his kid was intact? Wow! And Larry hated to admit
this was maybe only the second uncut dick he had seen hard, after big
Steve. He saw Rich grunted up at him as Larry loaded the weights into his
hands and started his presses. Rich was around number four when he felt
something like moist cotton rubbing against his forehead, slowly realizing
it could only be Larry's shorts bumping him all innocent-like. He leaned
back and there was that muscle cop leaning forward smothering his face with
his crotch. Rich tried lifting number seven when that cock broke free of
its confines again, and would have smeared his forehead had it not been
arching towards the ceiling. It would have looked all accidental had
Larry's eyes not been zeroing in on Rich's uncut bone. When Larry licked
his lips Rich gasped and the weights came down heavy on his chest. Larry
grabbed the bar and the two of them managed to lift it back into the rack
"what the FUCK!?!"
"What?" this time leaving his balls hanging out in the open.
"No fair you made me forfeit."
"Hell no, you made ME forfeit y'mean?"
"With you forfeiting first" they stood locked in a standoff, their
eyes running up and down each other's front.
"Okay..." Larry knew it was a deadlock otherwise "and if I take my
forfeit then..."
"Then what?" all Rich heard was Larry would agree.
"Then you do your forfeit also."
Rich would have agreed to almost anything just to get Larry to do
what he was planning, "fine!"
"So what I gotta do" Larry stood up his arms at his side making no
attempts to disguise his aroused state "can just imagine what comes next
huh and remember bud there IS this camera still recording all this so --
"
"Five minutes."
"Of what?"
"I want you to stand in front of the camera and..." like a flash
Rich went to the back of the room, rummaging through drawers. His face
went from focused to nervous to shocked to alarmed to beet-red "let's call
it 'the interrogation'..."
"The what? You gonna..." Larry's expression went from defiance to
alarm when he saw what was in Rich's right hand "what the fuck you gonna do
with that?"
"You gonna love this, just like real life huh Lar?" snapping the
scissors in his direction "I ask you a question. If I like your answer my
buddy here" the scissors snapping shut "stays quiet. Otherwise we start
cutting these" giving the torn boxers a tug.
"Hey!"
"So you stand there, and keep those damn hands behind you, got it?"
"And what if I -- "
"Then you admit defeat and I keep your present" rolling the camera
all of two feet in front of Larry's front, that dick showing the slightest
drooping with the new development "okay lock the hands. Now!"
"You better be careful with those things I mean it."
"Oh we ain't damaging your precious junk, believe me."
"You better watch it."
"So first question: you worked out in this warehouse before?"
"I already told you that" but the scissors went snip and cut a line
up the left leg to the waistband "hey!"
"That was just a test" Rich's hand went to the exposed thigh
feeling the hard hairy muscle in his leg. Larry's stomach flinched and
tensed as that hand caused the desired effect "next question: was my dad
here?"
"Fuck no!"
"Don't believe you" and just like that the scissors away the crotch
of the boxers. Larry's hairy balls fell free and into Rich's waiting palm.
He gave them both a gentle rubbing watching that cock go to rock hard in
seconds, pushing out the front of the loose cloth "next question: if not
dad, the guys from Wednesday huh?"
"Even if they were I ain't telling you -- " snip and Rich cut the
right leg opening all the way to waistband, the ruined material pushed
forward with the wet cockhead lifting out and up, his exposed balls getting
a good workover.
"That sounds like a yes" Rich was breathing heavy and starting to
shake "turn around."
"What?"
"Turn around, show the camera that hard muscle butt for a change."
"Fuck Rich this is not what we were supposed to..." but Larry
slowly twisted around until he was facing the far wall.
"Question: so you and your buddies did naked penalties here?"
"C'mon Rich..." and the scissors cut the waistband and down fell
the tattered shorts free of Larry's tight fists, his shiny hard glutes
exposed and clenched tight.
"Sounds like a yes my man, sounds like a yes" Rich's hands openly
rubbing all over those two hard globes, his middle finger running up and
down the hairy sweaty crack a few times, Larry gasping each time it got
near the bottom "yeah hot muscle ass, hot cop butt.." so close Larry felt
that hot breath on his exposed flesh "turn around last question" guiding
him into position. Larry's front was barely covered, the torn and shredded
boxers hanging from his completely erect cock thrusting red and bobbing
through the torn fly "you guys do more than just pose naked in front of the
camera?"
"What you mean, more?" and the scissors cut the top of the
waistband and the material fell to the floor leaving Larry completely naked
and hard. And this time Rich rhythmically massaged that hairy scrotum,
keeping that bone bouncing and leaking and displayed for the camera. Larry
clenched his eyes closed, knowing how bad this looked.
"Okay I think I found out what I needed to. Now you just admitted
you and dad and the guys got yourselves a total sex thing going here, huh
Larry?"
"I never said -- "
"You just did" removing his hand, letting his cock do the talking
"the hard evidence is right here" he staggered to his feets and fetched the
towel, wiping Larry's sweat off his hands, tossing it to Larry to cover up
"man..."
"I think we should call it a night Rich" wrapping it around his
waist, his hard tube tucked into the crease "maybe this was..."
"We do and that means you admit total defeat" Rich had smug victory
written all over him. He could not believe how easy it was to get this big
thick cop to admit he and his dad got into sex shit! And not with chicks
but with each other! His dad was so going down! He had enough blackmail
material now to last a lifetime, like what happened Wednesday in the garage
was just an appetizer! His dad was so in his crosshairs now!
"Fuck if I admit defeat" Larry was horned up now and no fucking way
this kid, this horny crazy kid, was going to be keeping a record of how
totally compromised Larry was now, not a chance! "and there's still the
matter of your forfeit!"
"Wow so really? So you really wanna keep going? You ain't wussing
out?" more than a little pissed and concerned but still breathing heavy.
"Not a chance! Okay kid, your turn. Now let's see how you like
the hot-seat buddy-boy!"
"Wait, I mean..."
"Tough shit. Let's see how you like it when the tables get turned
on you!"
"Dude I got already got you naked and showing hard dick for the
camera so bring it on!"
"Your funeral kid" Larry kept the towel wrapped tight around his
shiny torso "your turn, face the music kid" indicating the giant shiny lens
staring at him "and now your turn t'keep your hands behind your head and as
soon as even one hand leaves your head it's a forfeit and I keep the tape
got it?"
"Bring it on!" Rich pulled his thick corded arms up, his deep
smooth pits made more dramatic by his traps flexing wider, his tight hard
pecs pumped and ripped from their activities so far. His shorts made no
attempt to hide how much this was getting to him. When he felt Larry come
behind him and press his warm flesh against his, his dick gave a big jump
for the camera.
"Okay now it's my turn to ask you some questions -- "
"Try me!"
"First question: your dad know how... how hot you are for... guys?"
"Hey no fair!"
"Answer the question" Larry reached around and slipped one thumb
under the waistband already pulled a few inches away from Rich's tensed
belly by the upright boner" huh Rich? He knows your story?"
"Fuck! Damnit he's a cop okay? He ain't dumb! I-I-I guess he
does maybe."
"Before Wednesday, when was the last time you saw your dad naked?"
"Why? You got the hots for my dad?" Rich tried to deflect the
question "is that what -- "
"When Rich?"
"Why? What's that gotta do with -- "
"You refusing to answer the question?" Larry's hand went all the
way inside Rich's shorts, grabbing that hard tube in earnest and giving it
a powerful squeeze "well?"
"Fuck! Ow! Okay! Sunday night okay?"
"Where?"
"What's that -- ow ! Ow!" flinching and bending forward, pushing
his ass back into Larry's front "okay okay! In the garage okay?"
"You and your dad do naked workouts huh?"
"What if we do?" Larry's hand releasing its grip and tugging down
the front of Rich's shorts, trapping them beneath those smooth shaved
balls. Now his hard cock -- everything ! -- was on display for the
camera. And to make it worse he could feel his exposed ass pressed
backwards into Larry's front, the rough towel not enough to disguise the
fact Larry's bone was pressing into his crack.
"I take that as a yes. Before Wednesday night, when was the last
time you saw your dad with a hardon?"
"Still about my dad huh?"
"Answer the question!" Larry's hand started a blatant jacking of
the foreskin up and down that iron-hard rod.
"Fuck don't!" trying to pull his crotch away from that fist "I'm
I'm..."
"Something really got you turned on huh? What we're doing or
talking about your dad?"
"Don't please... I'm real sensitive okay? I'm kinda close to
shooting off okay?" Rich stood there, sweat rolling down his smooth hard
body, his hips quivering with the strain of not blowing his load right then
and there.
"So when was it? You saw your dad boned?"
"Sunday okay?"
"You and your dad do naked workouts in the garage? What's your mom
say about that?"
"She ain't home okay? She's like never there okay?"
"So why's your dad naked and boned doing workouts?"
"He gets off in it okay? The more he pumps the hornier he gets!
Sometimes he even blows his load without even touching himself, just
from..."
"You blow your load Sunday?"
"Fuck I wish, okay..." feeling that hand on his dick again making a
tight grip around the base this time, just enough to make it swell and
redden for the camera "sometimes I get so horned up I can just blow --
shit like now okay? Don't jack me please I cum so easy I can't help it. I
can't help it when..."
"You got the same problem huh? You can't help but blow your nuts
when you're all pumped from the workout huh?"
"Fuck... yeah" grinding his ass backwards into Larry's crotch.
"You ever do it? I mean go all the way with your dad? He ever..."
and Larry let the towel fall, his bare slippery cockhead right up inside of
Rich's crack.
"No... oh uh geez fuck..." Rich gasped as his cock swelled. Larry
felt it spasm and a drop or two of cloudy fluid burped free and slid to the
floor in front of them.
"So he fucked this ass huh?"
"NO!" Rich pulled free, his hands still locked behind him "fuck you
almost made me -- "
"So he never took that ass yet huh? But I bet you'd like that
wouldn't you? Having your stud muscle dad fuck you, right?"
"No... okay?" Rich spun around to face Larry, their two hardons
inches from each other "I... er... I mean... I don't y'know want him to
fuck me... I um..."
"Shit..." Larry looked him up and down, seeing for the first time
Rich naked from head to toe, his smooth shaved ripped body, his hard bullet
cock the foreskin trapped behind the head making it even fatter and redder,
seven inches of desperate horniness "you don't want him to fuck you... you
want to fuck HIM? Is that it?"
"Fuck..." Rich squeezed his eyes shut, the sight of Larry naked and
hard in front of him too much right then.
"Last question: Your dad's the one to shave you isn't he? What's
up with that?"
"Shit I don't know, ask him. No don't I mean" Rich's eyes flew
open "I mean... he does it if he thinks I'm perving on him watching
him... I mean when we work out. It's like a punishment or shit. Then I
gotta make up some shit to explain it to the guys at school... it's totally
fucked up."
"So what's this all about tonight Rich? Why you so eager to get
with me? You trying to get back at -- "
"Fuck no!" Rich lowered his hands to cover himself, seeing no
reaction from Larry "you know why I'm here, you know how you good you look,
I gotta spell it out?"
"You that hot for... like really hot for guys huh?"
"Yeah what if I am!" Rich clenched his fists ready for a problem
"y'getting it now? Okay?"
"All guys or just..."
"No!" he went and sat down on the bench, grabbing the towel and
wiping himself clean of several pounds of sweat "just..." lowering his
head, finally tearing his eyes off Larry "just certain guys. Certain HOT
guys... certain... hot... cops!"
"Wow" Larry looked at the camcorder, seeing his naked reflection in
the lens, knowing he had passed the point of return "I guess I'm gonna take
that as a compliment."
"You should" under his breath, but he saw Larry's reaction "so now
what? You changed your mind knowing... y'know... I like -- "
"Get your ass on the bench" Larry tried to hide his smile from the
camera and Rich but not from himself "you ain't off the hook yet kid."
"Now what? Ain't this bad enough I already hanged myself, okay?"
"Here's what we're doing next" finding two barbells and loading
them up "you can do flies right "let me show you" Larry grabbed on in each
hand and swung them sidways "pick your weight, sets of ten and this time
and NO grabbass, got it? There's time enough for that later got it?" his
eyebrows dancing enough to get to Rich's bone. He loaded twenty-five on
each and did his ten, his body dripping with sweat, his pubes shiny and
matted, that fat boner angling downwards with the effort "your turn."
"My shoulders rule, dude!" keeping the same weight. He made his
ten easily, those thick hard delts popping out like cartoons "okay, make
this interesting, stud. Add fifteen!"
"Fifteen?" Larry knew forty would strain his already sore muscles.
"Yeah we ain't got all night, let's make this interesting. We're
both already balls naked so..."
"You better hope I -- "
"Just do it old man."
Larry loaded them up and took his stance facing the camera, naked
and pumped. He made the first eight before his arms started shaking.
Number nine only made it up to chest level; number ten was a bust.
"You better get scared now Larry, cause if I make these" Rich
replaced him in front of the camera, looking much younger and leaner
"you're going down" and the first five flies went by in a blur. Number six
and he was grunting, the veins in his neck and shoulders popping like angry
snakes. Larry stood there with growing alarm as Rich muscled up seven,
eight and nine. He groaned and grunted and swung the barbells out holding
them at waist level.
"You're gonna lose Rich!"
"Ugggh!" Rich yelled and the barbells climbed upwards, past chest
height until they were level with his head. For dramatic effect he held
them there for a count of five before lowering them to the floor "Yeah!!!"
"Wow..." Larry was impressed. Totally beaten and impressed.
"Okay old man, you lose. Time for your forfeit."
"Hey I'm already naked, not much more I can -- "
"Now things get real Larry. I want to..." Rich turned even redder,
every muscle tensed and flex "let's see the hairy naked cop pose..."
"You want me to pose... naked? In front of the camera?"
"Pose... and..." Rich could hardly contain his lust "and jack!"
"What?"
"Jack off for five minutes."
"Are you crazy? No way I'm gonna just stand and pose naked much
less.. shit Rick, you honestly expect me to jack off in front of a goddamn
camera --"
"After all we've done... and admitted so far? You really gonna
wuss out now? You calling it quits cause if you do -- "
"You know what you're asking me here? Remember I'm a cop! And
that tape already could get us both -- "
"So refuse your forfeit and I keep that tape and just think of the
people who'd be real interested in -- "
"NO!"
"Flex those big stud muscles or else Larry. We're already both in
over our heads here. Do it and maybe next time... c'mon Lar, you know I
think you're hot, just pretend it's just me here okay?"
"Shit... okay I got that part."
"Fuck yeah!"
"I don't know about this..." his eyes glued to the camera "I mean
what if" nodding at the lens burning a hole into them "y'know... like..."
"Stop stallin there Larry" Rich stood up, his hard cock a good two
inches longer than Larry remembered seeing it "I guess here's where we
separate the boys from the men!"
"But you really want... I mean what if the tape y'know..."
"Man I just knew when things got real you'd wuss out, big cop all
talk and no action" Rich rubbed himself, camera or no camera "but you can't
tell me this is not turning your crank. All this shit all night tonight
ain't got you totally worked up big time. So you wussing out or -- "
"Fine!" Larry knew he could not do it. As soon as his hand would
grab his cock he would be blowing his days old load in seconds "but you do
something at the same time."
"Yeah, sure whatever. What's that?" Rich would have agreed to
anything to finally see this dude rubbing one out.
"All you gotta do is lay on the floor on your back, that's all."
"Fuck..." of all the things Rich feared that was not one of them
"you sure that's all you want?"
"Oh yeah, let's see how long you can lay there and keep your hand
off your dick."
"Fuck..." Rich dropped to the floor like a sack of flour "Show me
how it's done stud. Do it! Pump those big cop muscles, do it!"
Larry had no sooner struck a double-biceps pose than he felt all
that hot blood leave his arms and rush to his crotch. It only took a
second or two and his dick filled out worse than before and turned bright
red, each heartbeat sending his cock throbbing towards the ceiling.
"Oh yeah, fuck yeah fuck, yeah okay get down on your knees" Rich
grunted and down went his hand. As soon as Larry saw that eighteen year
old dick, dangerously similar to his dad's but with that foreskin making it
look even hotter, throbbing and arching towards him like a loaded gun he
knew he was going to blow his load if he so much as thought about touching
himself. So almost to stall the inevitable he lowered himself down to his
knees, rubbing against Rich's side as he did. Hell he could even feel the
heat rising off all that exposed flesh. Rich had already positioned the
camera in front of Larry's little show and just lay there below Larry's
crotch, his face a few inches from that rock-hard tube "yeah now keep
posing for ten minutes, show off all those hard thick muscles, show that
hard cock hard cop muscle."
"Back down and stay down there" Larry barked, knowing that mouth
had been way too close to the head of his cock.
"Keep posing, and start rubbing it raw!" Larry knew he was sunk.
If his hand even approached his pubes he would lose it and he would shoot
off all over that naked hard flesh at his feet. So he did more double
biceps poses, his big pecs filled out from the whole evening's activities
"yeah, fucking stud, fucking cop stud, naked and hard, yeah just like that"
as Larry rubbed his hands all over his arms "yeah flex stud y'know you like
this, this is a super turn-on for you. Shit your cock is so hard it's
fuckin drippin already!"
"Damn" Larry froze looking down at himself and sure enough, his
dickhead was stretched as tight as a drum, his piss-slit splayed open and
weeping several clear drops hitting Rich's abs.
"Fuck don't stop! Start jackin, start jacking that cop dick!"
"I can't" Larry groaned "if..."
"Oh man admit you are SO horned, y'don't gotta say it" Rich's hand
was at his cock, sliding his foreskin up and down, over the narrow head and
down the thick middle part of the shart, the seven plus inches popping the
veins his hand squeezing and jerking, and ignoring Larry's grunts of
protest, then tugging his balls expecting to blow his load regardless, but
staring up at the dripping cop panting and shaking "you gotta shoot your
load, do it Larry you're so boned, you're so turn on y'can't stop it,
right?"
"Fuck..." Larry squeezed his eyes shut, his arms flexed at his
side.
"Yeah just flex those arms, flex that chest, now put them behind
your head, shove that fucking crotch towards me" Larry's arms went behind
his head, his chest and shoulders spread wide "yeah now lean forward, flex
those quads for me stud" and before he knew what happened there was Rich's
hand sliding up his hairy thigh towards
"NO!"
"Keep doing that, keep those hands behind your head" Rich's hand
went to the hot sweaty area inside Larry's thighs and grazed the underside
of his hairy sac. He was getting several fingers buried there when they
both heard,
"What the fuck?"
Larry spun around struggling to his feet, Rich flying off the
floor,
"Wait!"
"Thought you two were here for some weight training" Poker Larry
was crossing the room towards the camcorder "looks like your two got other
things to worry about now, huh?"
"No wait, I can explain!" Larry was next to him in two seconds
"it's not was it looks -- "
"Well it looks obvious you two but hey, none of my business guys"
eyeing Rich stepping into his cutoffs, his bone hardly covered "what you
two do it your business but" Steve lowered his voice "he the fuck better be
eighteen you hear me?"
"I am, okay?" Rich heard: or else.
"I just came in to see if you needed more tape" putting a blank on
top of the camcorder "man you two better be counting your lucky stars these
tapes stay under lock and key" looking back to Larry "or you planning on
buying this one too?"
"Huh?" Rich looked at Larry, his eyes bugging out.
"Hey none of my business" Steve threw his hands in the air "just
let me know" leaving the room "but if you two run outa `weight training'
shit t'do, y'know more interested in your sex shit" he grunted over his
shoulders "you might wanna check out those cabinets" indicating the far
wall "one hour guys" and he was gone.
"Whew!" Larry had also grabbed a pair of shorts slipping them on
before he realized they were Rich's "I thought he was gonna -- "
"What tapes he talking about before?"
"N-n-nothing."
"You kept the tapes from the last time you guys were here?" getting
turned on all over again seeing Larry filling out his running shorts.
"Look maybe -- "
"Was my dad it it?"
"No he wasn't here then, he wasn't okay?"
"Hey I saw what you guys got up to in my garage okay? You were
naked and getting into kinky shit okay?"
"It wasn't like that, it was just a bet y'know and -- "
"And my dad lost? And he was getting a blowjob for losing? Man
that's the kinda bet -- "
"Maybe we should call it a night and -- "
"Fuck no! Things are just getting really interesting" pulling at
his hardon through the shorts, seeing Larry's eyes fly to his hand "but I'm
thinking maybe we don't need the weights anymore."
"You tired out already?"
"I can still wipe the floor with you" Rich started digging through
the pockets of his cutoffs on the floor.
"Wanna get dressed already? Thought you were..."
"I'm thinking we both need to get serious now the fun's really
starting" producing a quarter from a pocket "so here's the deal. We flip
and loser's gotta do whatever the winner says."
"Wait... I dunno... maybe..." but Larry's dick started bobbing up
and down at the idea. It was like someone or something was broadcasting
sex waves through the air and his dick was a receiver. All Larry knew was
his resistance was heading for zero fast.
"Or we can run out the clock just throwing iron around" he flipped
it in the air and slammed it onto his hand "call it."
"Look Rich, maybe Steve interrupting was..." a desperate and futile
last attempt.
"Call it, or call it a night" Rich was so horny by that point he
was ready to do anything to finish this. And stumbling upon this horny cop
was like winning the lottery. And from Rich's limited experience it sure
as fuck seemed like Larry was as hot for him as he was for Larry. One way
to find out.
"Shit..." Larry's eyes could not leave all that hard young flesh,
and the last shred of resistance was gone "shit okay. You win. I know I'm
gonna regret... tails!"
"Look!" Larry came over as Rich pulled his hand away. It was
heads.
"Fuck!" he knew he was sunk. The kid was so horny it was a matter
of time before the two of them were going to have real full-blown
no-holes-barred sex. And the thought went right to his balls, camera or no
camera "okay, now what?"
"Man..." Rich was almost hyperventilating "this is too fucking hot"
and his hands were all over Larry's body. Finally he was giving free rein
to feel up a guy and not worry about being labeled or anything. Or dealing
with the fallout the next day. He ran them over those big fleshy pecs,
rubbing those large nipples until they were hardening under his fingers and
poking out from the pale wet hair. Then they ran down his belly until they
got to his pubes, grabbing that rubber cockhead through the material, damp
and sticky with even more precum.
"Don't do that" Larry pulled away "I'm so primed up I'm just ready
to -- "
"Really got you turned on, huh? So admit messing around like this
with a son of one of your cop buddies is hot huh? You don't gotta answer,
this is doing all the talking for you" his hand smearing the goo all up and
down Larry's front "okay, make this easy for you. I want you on the floor
on your back now!"
"Huh? You want my where?"
"Down stud" grabbing those big shoulders and pushing him down" put
that stud body flat on the floor, yeah just like before" Larry sliding to
the floor and spreading out on his back, Rich's hands rubbing and massaging
all up and down his front, tugging that dick and then his balls through the
opening of his shorts. Now the whole set of hairy genitals was exposed and
his cock pointing towards his navel"yeah you got it. You don't gotta do
nothing and don't touch your cock. All y'gotta do is count to twenty."
"Twenty? What?"
"Count off, cause it's time for some pushups" Rich stepped out of
his shorts seeing that look in Larry's eyes, knowing HE was doing this, HE
was turning on a hot guy this much! He dropped down until he was
straddling Larry, his crotch rubbing all over Larry's chest, his legs on
either side of Larry's hips.
"W-w-wait" Larry stammered, seeing that naked crotch getting closer
and closer to his face, that hard dick trying to stay horizontal but
sagging down with its blood-engorged weight "c'mon Rich don't do..." but
Rich lowered himself down until that red cockhead was aiming right at
Larry's mouth.
"Open up mutherfucker. Time to suck cock" and he was almost as
surprised when Larry did just that. Larry opened his mouth and Rich
lowered his crotch down until something hard was poking at Larry's tonsils.
Rick kept his arms straight, his hips barely moving, his throbbing meat
buried in that hot cop's mouth until he feared he would be draining his
balls before the fun even began. He pushed himself upwards until he heard
Larry gasp.
"Say it!" Rich gasped.
"What?"
"Count off. That was one, say it!"
"Fuck... one!" Larry coughed, trying not to think about that
camcorder capturing Larry finally doing the nasty with another guy,
recording his first actual blow-job. He had to buy back this tape if it
was the last thing he did. No way would he allow a tape of himself being
tricked into sucking off some kid like this. Especially Tony's son! He
looked up just as Rich lowered his crotch back down to his face again, his
mouth opening as that wet tube went past his tongue and pressed against his
throat. Rich's strong arms held the position as Larry started gagging
again, his throat milking that spongy cockhead for what seemed like five
minutes. Just when Larry thought he could not breathe anymore that hard
dick slid up and Larry coughed,
"T-t-t-two!"
"Good boy, you're learning" Rich gasped. He knew he could do this
three or four more times before he was blowing his load. His arms were
starting to shake with the continued strain of these almost push-ups but he
was more worried about his dick. He lowered his crotch down to that
waiting mouth feeling Larry's tongue rubbing the length of his bone,
knowing he beat him. He got the big cop to suck dick and like it! As soon
as that thought shot like lightning from his head to his other head,
feeling that hot mouth tighten around his dickhead he started gasping, his
nuts tightened and he exploded! His cum erupted and flooded Larry's mouth.
Larry coughed and twisted away, the slimy mess running down his
face as Rich's cock continued to blow its load all over the floor,
"Damn!" Larry gasped and coughed for air, struggling to his feet
"you fucker!"
"Fuck fuck fuck... sorry I-I-I couldn't help it I mean..."
"Fuck kid!" Larry looked around for the towel to wipe his face.
Rich could not help but notice Larry did not spit out his slimy load. If
he had any doubts about Larry's inclinations before that sealed the deal
"you fuckin nutted in my mouth."
"We still got some time left" Rich made no move to cover his
still-dripping cock. He found the coin and gave it to Larry "your turn."
"You kidding me here? You blew your wad, don't you think we -- "
"Up to you" eyeing Larry's shorts. HIS shorts! Currently filled
with straining cop junk raring to blow his load next.
"Maybe we got..." and Larry flipped the coin high in the air "call
it."
"Tails!"
"Heads" Larry showed it to him "finally I get to make you eat crow
for a change."
"So what's it gonna be Lar? Anything you want, you call it."
"Man..." Larry was torn. There were so many things he always
wanted to try but now that he had a really hot kid at his fingertips -- a
hot kid who just came in his mouth! -- he froze up. Like the almost
virgin he was. Rich saw the hesitation but admitted he was still horny as
fuck.
"Like that Steve guy said, go check out the stuff they have..."
Rich took a seat on the bench waiting, hoping some of those items might get
Larry over his internal hurdle "maybe it'll give you some ideas."
"I don't need any ideas..." but Larry ambled to the back of the
room and started rummaging around, louder grunts escaping from him with
each new discovery "shit, have you seen any of these..."
"I found those scissors and there was -- "
"You are so not old enough for half this shit" Larry opened the
next drawer and gulped "what the hell kind of place they running here?"
"You tell me, you and your friends been -- "
"All we did was work out okay? Nothing like -- "
"Like what?" Rich was on his feet "lemme see!"
"Not a chance. No you just stand still and close your eyes now got
it?"
"But -- "
"Hey I won this one so you do what I say for once tonight" Larry
spun him around before he had a chance to see what was in his hand "so just
stand there, it's my turn."
"Yes sir!" Rich dropped his arms to his side waiting for the worst.
When he felt two oily hands at his shoulders he was almost disappointed.
But this stud of a cop knew exactly how to work his sore muscles, working
his shoulders then reaching around to his pecs. When he reapplied more oil
to his palms and worked his hands lower Rich leaned back and enjoyed the
massage.
Something in Larry's resistance snapped when his hands began a
steady and intense exploration of all those young ripped muscles. If he
had finally allowed himself to eat cock, then rubbing his hands all over
that naked flesh was the least of his worries. He knew this tape would
never see the light of day, and if the kid got off on being filmed then
even better. But for once in Larry's inexperienced life he was going to
feel up every inch of a dude's body and enjoy it, and not pretend it was
something other than sex. Full out and out sex. So when he felt Rich
reached behind himself and pull down the front of Larry's shorts, Larry let
him. Even though it meant his cock was again rubbing up and down the kid's
sweaty crack. But his mind was on his hands slowly approaching the kid's
smooth pubes.
"You really are smooth down here, like totally shaved."
"Yeah, just about every week -- "
"Your dad really shaves you?"
"Yeah, we shave each other."
"I'm guessing y'know..." his greased hand finding the shaft of that
long cock, surprised to feel it returning to life "you get hard when..."
"Yeah, all the time..."
"Like now huh?" rubbing his fist up and down the shaft, knowing and
no longer caring how it looked "Rich, it sure don't take a lot to..."
"Hey I'm a horny teenager, I can bone so easily" his re-hardening
dick proving his point. Larry's hand continued lower, massaging the
hairless wrinkled bag beneath that smooth cock, smearing the oil all over
Rich's front, up to his chest and shoulders and down to his thighs as Rich
squirmed and pressed backwards "remember it didn't take much to get me to
blow my load."
"Don't have to remind me..." the taste of Rich's cum still in his
mouth.
"Keep that up" Rich groaned as Larry's hand stroked him again and
again "and you better get your mouth ready for another load."
"You really could cum again so soon?"
"You wanna suck me again and find out?"
"Okay you've had your five minutes" Larry pulled away from all that
fleshy contact, his own cock primed and ready. He found the coin and knew
what he would do if he won next. If he could keep from shooting off that
long. He flipped it high "call it!"
"Tails!"
"Fuck!" seeing it was indeed tails "just stay out of those cabinets
-- " too late he realized he just put the ideas in the kid's head. What
a fool he was. But he knew whatever Rich tried, he was still the adult and
could veto it. Like his leaking dick was in the mood to veto anything at
this point!
"Okay on the bench and now you keep your eyes closed" Larry heard
from behind him. He could hear Rich rummaging around and knew he was
finding things he should not be finding. But Larry was in too deep to call
it off. He sat down on the bench with his hands covering his cock still
hanging out the front of Rich's shorts "okay put your hands behind your
back."
"Hey wait, maybe -- "
"Just do it!"
"C'mon Rich maybe..."
"Do it or I keep the tape" which was something Larry could never
allow. His hands went behind his back and before he could move handcuffs
were snapped over his wrists.
"HEY!"
"Too late stud, now we get to have some REAL fun" Rich's hot breath
on Larry's back "now lift your butt off that bench. Now Larry!"
Larry made it to his feet before he felt Rich bending him forward.
"No Rich not that okay? I know you're still horny but that's not
something -- "
"Don't worry I won't be fucking your ass" smearing some cold gel
into Larry's crack to imply the opposite "at least not tonight. But we
both know when it does happen you're gonna be beggin me for it" and that's
when Larry felt a greased finger invade his hole. He gave out a yell and
bucked forward but Rich had a tight hold on those handcuffed wrists. The
finger stayed in place, hitting that spot Larry only discovered a month
before. He saw stars and almost hit his head on the bench.
"Like that huh?" Rich grunted behind him "you're gonna love what's
coming next then" removing that finger and Larry felt something else
against his slimy crack "okay lean back onto the bench now. Do it stud"
Rich tugging at the handcuffs pulling Larry's weight downward. He tried to
lower himself onto the bench but there was something caught between his
cheeks. Too late he realized something blunt was trying to press into his
hole "yeah Lar, time to ram something inside that hot muscle ass of yours.
Just do it stud, let it happen. Let it happen!"
Larry felt the blunt knob pressing at his opening and resigned to
the idea of something going up his hole; he leaned back to push down into
it. As he did it spread the ring of his asshole open and before he could
shift his balance it popped into him before his ring closed around it.
"What is that?"
"Your first buttplug I'm guessin" and it was Rich's turn to rub his
hands all over Larry's flesh "get on your feet now" sliding his hands under
Larry's slick pits and lifting him to a standing position "yeah, I knew
you'd like this" one hand tugging free and rubbing down one hairy pec down
the furry belly to the top of the waistband "you really don't need these
anymore" yanking them down as Larry's cock snapped free of the fly with a
loud plop "but I'm guessing you're gonna wanna keep them right?"
"Oh Rich get that outa my ass, it's hurting like shit!"
"Big strong muscle cop can handle a small plug" Rich grabbed
something off the floor and Larry felt something cold and leathery wrapping
around top of his balls. Then it wrapped around the base of his cock like
a tourniquet and he looked down, seeing his junk tightly trussed with a
leather strap. His cock swelled out like a balloon and the slit opened
wide pearling down to the bench.
"Stop Rich please! I'm gonna blow if you don't... stop please..."
"Fucking hot!" Rich twisted around until he was crouched in front
of Larry's crotch "don't you fuckin dare cum stud. Don't you dare!" and
Rich's mouth was on those wrapped balls. Rich's greased hand gave one tug
to that bright red cock before Larry screamed,
"I'm gonna CUM!"
"Don't do it!" the hand flew off the shaft, his tongue still inches
from those tight balls "you cum before I'm finished and you do the next
penalty as well got it?"
"Then don't -- oh oh shit!" and the mouth was back sucking his
balls big time. Two greased fingers started teasing the head of Larry's
shaft and his cock exploded! Cum flew all over Rich's forehead, past his
head onto the floor behind him and still it kept flying, hitting him on his
chest as he leaned backwards for the camcorder to catch as much as it
could. Five six seven shots until Larry's swollen cock stopped its machine
gun firing all over Rich.
"Fuck yeah" Rich's hand was jacking himself fast and hard "I
fantasized about getting you to blow your load tonight. I just had no idea
it would happen like this! Man are there cum-filled balls on this cop or
what!"
"Okay you've had your fun" Larry flexed his thick arms "get these
off me okay? And get that thing outa my butt while you're at it."
"Which one is it Larry?" Rich slid his hand into that burning hot
crack, giving the rubber ring a couple of jabs "this or the cuffs?"
"Both goddamnit! Now kid!"
"That's your penalty! Pick one" jabbing it again and again into
his hole "decide!"
"Fuck you!" Larry needed that thing out of his ass now that he had
blown his load. Somehow it became twice its size following his epic orgasm
"you are so in trouble kid! I mean it!"
"So this stays in then, huh?" jamming it harder and deeper into his
hole.
"Stop! Get that outa there!"
"See? Wasn't that easy?" Rich's greasy fingers managed to pop it
loose on the fifth attempt "good choice!"
"Okay now get these off me now!" rattling his cuffs "fun's fun Rich
okay?"
"Depends Lar, it depends" picking up the coin "last one, all or
nothing Larry. You got the balls?"
"C'mon Rich we both got off okay? Let's call it a night c'mon
okay?"
"All or nothing Larry. You get one last chance to do anything you
want with this body" flexing for the cuffed cop "y'hear me? Anything!"
"Fuck I'm so gonna regret this" Larry almost licked his lips
"okay."
"Call it!" coin flying through the air.
"Tails!"
"Well?" Rich grabbed the coin and showed it to Larry.
"Damn!!" Larry saw it was heads. He swore and hoped and prayed
Rich was not going to do anything crazy "okay the cuffs off. Please Rich?"
"You've been a real sport tonight I gotta admit" Rich took the key
and unlocked the cuffs "and I tell you Larry I can't think there's hardly
anybody hotter to do this with..." watching Larry rubbing his sore bruised
wrists "that'll leave a mark huh?"
"Better not" looking at Rich's front, amazing how hard he was again
"so what I gotta do Rich?"
"You tell me. What would you do if you had balls full of cum and a
dude willing to do anything to get you off? Huh Larry?"
"Fuck..." Larry tried tearing his eyes off Rich slowing jacking
that meat.
"If that's what you want... can do."
"Wait! I didn't mean..."
"Your choice stud. We do this or you forfeit and I keep the tape.
You really want that to happen?"
"No... c'mon Rich, you know you're hot, you know I think you're hot
and everything but not this okay? Don't do this okay?"
"Okay here's the last deal. You don't cum in the next ten minutes
and you get the tape, got it?"
"Dude remember I just blew my load okay? I'm not a horny teenager
like you, once I blow I'm good for the evening okay?"
"Then you agree? You don't nut in the next -- hell I'll make it
fifteen -- minutes and I'll buy the tape for you okay? Deal? Agree?"
"Damn I'm so gonna regret this..." Larry had to tell himself that
even if it happened, he was keeping the tape and no one, no one soul!
would ever see him suck a cock much less... was Rich really threatening to
put his dick up his ass? The very thought made his head spin.
"Okay stud... you want me don't you?"
"What?"
"You know you came here tonight hoping we'd do some kinda shit
right? You been boning on me all night, your dick shot up as soon as we
started and never went down all night" reaching out and grabbing his balls.
As soon as a hand made contact with Larry's scrotum all bets were off.
Somehow the kid figured out the way to make Larry fold was his balls.
Anyone touching his most sensitive spot could just about make him do
anything. Larry let out a low grown and no matter how he tried he could
not keep his dick from responding "yeah, those balls love my hand. Just
like your ass is going to love my dick, yeah it's gonna happen Larry so why
don't you straddle the bench, yeah just like that" as Larry was steered
over to the bench, and with some convincing he lifted his leg over the
bench, his hands pressed down in front of him. He heard the squeaky wheels
of the camcorder coming behind his left leg knowing Rich wanted this all in
close-up. He felt a freshly greased hand slide between his legs and start
massaging his nuts. The hand rubbed and fondled his collapsed resistance,
smearing lube all over and up to his cock, angry with himself how easy it
was to start swelling in Rich's hand, responding to ever tug and stroke.
When he was painfully hard and moaning, eager to feel the cum boiling in
his balls, those greasy fingers were back at his hole. After the invasion
before, the first finger felt like it slipped in with no more than a slight
hesitation. Larry hissed and clenched his ass cheeks tight, knowing it
would only get worse. When the second finger entered him Larry swore and
clamped down until that other hand was massaging his tender cum-filled
balls again. The sensations coming from his sac so destroyed the last bit
of fight the third finger pressed in with even less resistance. The more
he swore and squirmed, the more that greasy hand stroked and massaged his
balls and hard cock until he felt his balls draw up and another load --
impossible as it seemed -- start to churn and threaten to burst free. If
he had any doubts before this evening, Larry now knew this was exactly what
turned his crank. To do anything and everything with another hot dude and
then he felt it! Something that could only be Rich's thick-headed bazooka
pressing between his cheeks "spread your legs and lean back Lar I don't
want this to hurt. It's supposed to feel super not painful, got it?
Squeeze out like your dropping a turd and" when Larry leaned back into it,
Rich pressed his hips forward and before he could react his blunt head
popped through the ring. Larry screamed and bucked forward but Rich bucked
as well, the wide crown lodged inside the ring "relax, squeeze out, relax
stud it's gonna happen, you're gonna feel how much I been wanting this
since that night" his hand rubbing those hairy balls in a steady relentless
rhythm. Another inch pressed into Larry's hole as that greased hand
started on Larry's cock. When the straight middle stretch of Rich's cock
slid in the next two inches Larry was so far into the sensations coming
from his crotch he did not know or care anymore. When that thick head hit
that electric spot inside him, the stimulation when right to his cock and
it gave a hard throb. Rich felt the spasm even in his balls and his hand
return to Larry's tightly wrapped cock, his thumb pressing hard into the
area just behind the circumsized head along the bulbous underside of the
shaft. And then Rich's cock started its automatic fast fucking and Larry
lost it, jerking and flexing and twisting like crazy "yeah, yeah uh uh uh"
Rich grunted and then he lost it. His cock exploded deep inside that
burning hole, his cum buried deep as his prick swelled even more, even more
sensitive as his dick would not stop spasming.
When his cockhead became too sensitive he slowly slid it out,
seeing the red swollen hole gradually try to close.
"Fuck, you are the totally most awesome stud ever. Larry you are
something beyond awesome!" but Larry stayed bent over the bench, his head
resting on his hands, his chest heaving trying to catch his breath "c'mon
bud let's get cleaned up" grabbing him around the waist and giving a tug
"c'mon dude let's get up."
"Damn..." Larry slowly opened his eyes. He looked around at the
room, but everything seemed changed. Permanently. He finally let it
happen, he let a guy fuck him in the ass. And the worse thing is he did
not feel worse for it. If anything he felt ten pounds lighter "wow, that
was way more intense than I ever expected."
"I didn't hurt you did I?"
"I'll live I think" slowly Larry straightened up, his ass resting
on the hard wood carefully "damn..." and then he looked down and saw the
huge puddle of cum on the bench in front of him "damn damn damn..."
"What?"
"Nothing" but he knew that now somehow he would have to get that
tape away from Rich one way or another. He got fucked by a guy -- He
CAME while getting fucked by a guy! -- and it was all on film.