The Exam

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 offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy it to your heart's content. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.

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