Arn was on his knees with that big uncircumcized sausage rearranging his tonsils. He did the humming routine, knowing that would stimulate every nerve ending in this hairy ape's dick. Man, he thought, I could make a whole meal of this. He heard the kid's shuffling behind him and using every ounce of will power pulled off the grand prize dick,
"Time you go check up on Jerry dude" hoping the kid would take the hint. As much as he was digging this scene he was not ready for an underaged audience right now. Fuck, he wanted this muscle stud all to himself!
"Fine" Joel said, almost happy to go hunting straight dick, it looked. When he was gone, Arn looked up and Kroos "fuck I could suck you through the whole next week!"
"Sorry I do not believe we have that long" Kroos pulled away from Arn's mouth and just like that, turned away from him and got down on his hands and knees. He lowered his head, his expression hidden in the deep shadow.
"Dude y'weren't fuckin serious?" Arn stood there, his cock honing in on that hairy massive ass, the strong gluts flexing and unflexing like Kroos was trying to torture him.
"You won remember?" without turning "you beat me by a good five centimeters."
"Centi-who?" Arn looked around, seeing that young kid, Joe? disappear over the crest of dunes.
"Inches, whatever" still not turning "there is lube in that gym bag, but I would recommend using it sparingly."
Arn looked around, and found the gripbag Joel left behind. He opened it. The first thing he saw was the buttplug,
"Holy shit!"
Kroos had to turn hearing that. When he saw what Arn was holding up he sputtered,
"I can explain - I mean - we - I mean Joe -- "
"You two always travel with a full collection of sex toys?" Arn looked at it closely, a bit impressed by its size.
"Of course not!"
"Just special occasions right?" Arn looked over at Kroos "Shit get the fuck up or I WILL fill your hole!"
"But..."
"Butt is right!" he gave it a quick sniff "this dog smells used!" he tossed it back into the bag "Shit man that kid's like all of sixteen! What were you thinking!"
"GodDAMN it!" Kroos was on his feet, ready to deck the guy right there! "you don't think I made Joel -- "
"Though his name was Joe..."
"Regardless! Of course I did not make Joel use that on -- "
"Then who?" he looked around, starting to take in the situation "you two lure us out here thinking y'gonna stuff this into -- "
"No! I mean -- "
"Okay Carl! Or whatever your name is, what the fuck's the story here?"
The two squared off. Kroos knew he outweighed the big blond, but he was in no condition to take him on. If he had not been through the last twelve hours maybe. But right now all he wanted was a break from this ongoing ordeal.
"It is almost impossible to explain -- "
"Try me" Arn flexed his muscles, his dick lowering but not losing anything else in the translation "I'm a real liberal guy."
"I cannot imagine where to start -- "
"Start with the highway. What was that all about? You two ain't cops so what was that all about?"
"We were just returning - I mean we had been in Port W********n and -- "
"Doing some fishing right?"
Kroos laughed, "a type of fishing."
"What type?"
"We were... well... we were getting into involvements with... guys."
"You mean you were trolling for dick?"
"Say again?" that last bit of slang was way over Kroos' head.
"You two out looking for guys to have sex with - oh I get it! you were using your young friend as bait it that it?" Arn's face was getting uglier by the second "you -- "
"NO! Will you listen?"
"Then if not using the kid to attract dudes, what?"
"Do you understand or not? I was the one wearing the plug! When we were passing you on the highway, I was the one with that inside me!"
"Bullshit!"
"Believe me! Look for yourself!" and before Arn could react Kroos was back on all fours, his knees spread as far apart as the ground would allow.
"Fuck you keep that up..." but waving a naked butt in front of Arn was worse that a red flag. He was down on the ground behind him in a flash! "fuck..." his face inches from Kroos' crack, his hands grazing the trail of hair leading to the prize. But he could see how the whole area appeared freshly shaved, and more so how the ring of his butthole was red and swollen. No amount of willpower could prevent his fingers from tracing circles around the tender flesh. When Kroos moaned and leaned back, one finger "accidentally" slipped in, the lack of resistance glaringly obvious. Arn might have passed out a bit, because the next thing he knew his face was plastered against that hole, his tongue as far into him as it would go.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck..." from both of them, when Arn finally came back to his senses, his tongue sore and strangely tingling. But Arn was in pig heaven! He could not remember the last time he was able to play with a guy's butt like this, much less a massively muscled and hairy - or not - butt like the one on full display here. A good ten, maybe fifteen minutes went by, with Arn's mouth and hands all over Kroos, sometimes easing to jack himself lazily in the afternoon breeze. When he realized his tongue was numb he slowed.
"What's that stuff?" Arn tried to speak but his words were almost slurred.
"Oh fuck do not stop stud..." Kroos was panting, his forehead buried in the sand.
"Cawl my tongue!" Arn gave it a pinch "why is my fuckin tongue numb?!?!" he lisped.
"Sorry..." Kroos rolled to his side, sand flying everywhere "it is from the gel, the stuff Joe - Joel - I mean we were using as lube -- "
"You using fuckin bengay as lube?" Arn raised himself to his knees "what idiotic -- "
"It is not bentheh or whatever you said" Kroos looked down at himself, seeing his dick drooling ooze into his foreskin, the sand now painful "it is a special formulation we-"
"Who we? You and the kid?"
"No you see..." Kroos stood up "sorry but I have to rinse myself off, the sand is scratching everywhere -- "
"No shit!" Arn was also trying to brush himself but was just as sweaty and sticky as Kroos "whose fuckin idea was it to screw in this sand - no don't tell me the kid's idea!"
"Come with me" Kroos grabbed Joel's gymbag, whatever clothes were lying around, and anything else Arn was not grabbing and started making haste for the beach, glad he was still wearing his shoes. He smirked a bit, imagining themselves, naked and semi-hard, splattered with sand and worse, lumbering like a couple of out-of-shape jocks, over the crest and down to the beach. Kroos barely broke stride to toss the junk onto the ground before he was in the water, digging the sand from under his foreskin. He heard the splash behind him as Arn dove in, not four feet away. The two of them splashed and dunked each other, until they both felt human again.
"Damn..." Arn surfaced, blowing water from him mouth, "what were we trying to do back there? Die of heatstroke?"
"Joe - Joel was right, this place is idyllic" he looked around, his eyes resting on the shiny muscled torso of Arn's shoulder and chest above the water "and the view is magnificent" reaching out to touch his shoulder.
"Y'ain't too shabby yerself stud" Arn's hands were rubbing the slick hair up and down his chest "so what the hell's goin on here?"
"Well as I was explaining, Joel and I were... let us say doing things I would not normally do."
"Like flash truckers on the highway?"
"Flash?" Kroos must have heard the term somewhere "oh you mean back there, exposing ourselves?"
"Yeah. Explain that..."
"You would not believe me if I said it was Joel's idea -- "
\ "No I would not."
"Well let me tell you as much as I can" and Kroos stood there in the waist deep water, telling Arn as much as he could about what had happened since last night. At first Arn thought it was all bullshit, until Kroos reminded him about the gel. And Arn saw for himself the state of Kroos' butt. He glossed over most of the details, but Arn started piecing bits and pieces together.
"Man you must have some heavy shit goin down between you two to let him do this t'ya."
"Well you might say the alternative would be much worse."
"You really letting that kid use you for a sex slave for the whole fuckin weekend?"
"Something like that..."
Arn pulled away, "so I suppose you're tellin me now you straight right? You don't even do this shit unless some nutcase of a kid makes you, right? You were bullshitting about one of us fucking the other dude right?"
"Well... yes and no."
"What's yes and what's no... Carl" Arn was not sure whether to feel pissed or cheated. All this time he thought the two of them were into this - into him! but now it sounded like the whole thing was all for pranks "so what? You staged the whole thing?" he looked around "this is all faked for the cameras?!?!"
"Please do not mention cameras around Joel. Ever! Please!"
"Why not?" Arn lowered himself in the water like he was afraid of being observed somehow "don't tell me out here -- "
"No we are at least semi-private out here?" but even Kroos was scanning up and down the shoreline trying to see who was around. It appeared there was either a person or an object in the water way to the south, but it was too distant to tell.
"So what's the story?" Arn lowered his voice "don't tell me somebody blackmailed you two into doing shit in front of a camera?"
"I am not sure what you mean by 'shit'..."
"Y'know screw around. Have sex! Stuff like that!"
When Kroos did not jump to a denial, Arn just whistled "damn... is that why that kid - no, that doesn't make sense! Unless you were the one filming HIM! and he found out about it! So what? The kid's got a hold of it and now he's blackmailing you so he don't turn you in?"
"Nothing of the sort! What we have of him is strictly scientific in a medical -- "
"We? What we?"
"The other doct--" Kroos covered his face and dunked himself. He did not was to surface any time soon. Damn, it slipped out!
When he came up for air, Arn was still standing there, his expression blank,
"You tellin me you a doc?"
"Yes..." no use denying it.
"Like a real doc? A medical doc?"
"Yes. I studied in Europe and took my boards -- "
"That explains a lot" Arn whistled again "like that accent, your way of talkin... and that damn shit makin my tongue numb. That's to do with all this?"
"Alright I fear I will have to explain, it seems" so Kroos gave him a very abbreviated, very G-rated version of the last two months, the research, the taped ducumentation, how Joel came to be a patient, a long story but very sanitized.
"Sheeyet" Arn looked around waiting for a film crew to appear through the bushes, telling him the whole thing was an elaborate hoax. But all he heard were the gulls and the wind in the dunes "so I was right! You are like this straight doc doing these experiments on your male patients... right?"
"You are more or less correct..."
"But hold on a fuckin second!" Arn started rubbing his hand over Kroos' chest again "you wouldn't let me do... this! if you were all that straight, right? And letting me... Shit! You woulda let me fuck you back there!"
"Maybe..." Kroos returned the gesture and was rubbing his hands over the slippery smooth hard muscled flesh of Arn's pecs.
"One way to find out if this is all bull or not..." Arn reached down and one hand went for Kroos' dick the other for his balls "turn around stud."
"What! Here?"
"Yeah that's what I thought..." Arn felt Kroos pull away from him "y'ain't any more gay than Jerry is!" and started walking towards the shore. Kroos saw a problem forming fast!
"Wait!" he caught up with him "you just surprised me, that is all!"
"You sure that's all it was?" Arn's hand went back to Kroos' equipment. This time Kroos could not pull away "so turn around..."
They were both in shallower water now, barely up to their knees. Kroos felt very exposed but if he balked again, he knew Arn would have no reason to believe anything he had said. He looked around trying to see if anyone was visible. He thought he heard an car engine in the distance but could not be sure. He lowered his head and turned away from Arn. No sooner had he done so, than Arn's right hand reached around, grabbing him by the balls.
Hard! His left hand dove between Kroos' muscled cheeks, burrowing into his crack. Kroos rested his hands on his knees, bending forward at the waist, feeling like he was a prize bull undergoing inspection. That's when Arn started getting a bit rough.
"Careful..." Kroos grimaced, as his balls were tugged and twisted.
"So let's see just how gay y'really are..." Arn's left finger found Kroos' opening and with the slipperyness of the water, jabbed its way in. Kroos gave a small shout but did not pull away. When the second finger started to force its way in, all he could do was lean back into it. Between the fingers in his hole and that right hand working over his balls he had little choice but to start responding. It took about three minutes of this before Arn's right hand discovered how Kroos' cock had swollen.
"Damnnn" Arn's hands were all over him then. His butthole, his asscheeks, his balls, his cock. He especially enjoyed peeling that foreskin back and forth. The way he was grabbing him it felt like he was jacking his own cock, only different. A real uncut studbull cock! His own was back up of its own accord, banging into Kroos' crack, looking for the backdoor.
"Daaaaamnn" Arn was humping into Kroos' backside, trying to postpone the inevitable as long as he could "I want this to last... I want to make sure that when my ten inches finally slides into you, you are ready, you got it?"
Kroos leaned back, letting his freed hand start to rub up and down Arn's flanks.
"You want it don't you? You want me to fuck you with this don't you?"
Kroos just moaned and rubbed his ass up and down Arn's hard tube.
"You'd let me do it?" Arn just could not believe his luck today "you're gonna really let me fuck you!"
"A deal is a deal..." Kroos moaned.
"But I want ya to really want it, really begging for me to plow ya!"
Kroos just closed his eyes, feeling the sensations coming from everywhere at once. As sore as he was, he was rapidly getting to the point he was gonna force this stud to fuck him, he was that turned on. Even after all he had been through, his ass wanted another pounding. And that amazing length of pure Skandanavian meat was making him see double.
"Man you are the fuckin hottest sexiest studliest bull of a fuck I ever fuckin met!" Arn was making shot jabs with the underside of his cock along Kroos' crack. If he got any harder he would bust! "I never wanted a fuck like you before! Even Jerry I never wanted... shit!" Arn froze. Suddenly the image of Jerry bent over like this begging for his hard fuck distracted him "I mean..."
"You just call me Jerry?" Kroos slowly raised himself, but did not turn. He did not want to see the expression on Arn's face at that moment.
"I mean... no... sorry.. it's just..."
"I am thinking you wish this was Jerry's ass you were getting ready to fuck... right?"
"Shit no! I mean.. yes! I mean..."
"He is your lover is he not?"
"Fuck NO!" Arn screamed and pulled back, almost losing his footing, "shit!"
That's when they both turned at the sound of the chuckling coming from trees. Shit! Kroos thought, that had been an engine before!
Both of them squatted down in the water, covering their erections fast. Then they heard a voice, a male voice,
"Sorry didn't mean to... interrupt.."
A middle aged guy, maybe in his forties, appeared from the undergrowth. With him was his... wife? He was maybe five six or five seven, easily one eighty most of it in his paunch. His white shirt was open showing the same blondish-grey hair that was leaving his forehead for lower parts. She was about the same age, thinner with almost blue-back hair, large sunglasses hiding her expression.
"We better give you two guys some space" and the guy - did he look like that one guy who was in that night? Friend of Billy's, the guy who installed his pool or something? Kroos could not get a good look, but from this distance they were built similarly.
Neither Kroos nor Arn said anything, both a bit spooked to be caught by surprise like that! And showing everything!
"Man I'd hate to hear their conversation right now..." Arn watched them head across the sand, picking up spead as the hot sand started to cook their feet. They angled off to the north, coming to the shore maybe a few hundred feet from where the two sat. When they were disappearing in the distance, Kroos thought the husband might have turned back once or twice, but he could not tell.
But before they were completely out of sight, Arn's hand was back in Kroos' crotch. And damn! but if Kroos was not still hard!
"Shit dude..." Arn whistled "you are some kinda exhibitionist or what?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like you never lost your hard, even with mister and misses clueless right there! And whipping it out before for every trucker to see!"
"I told you Joel was directing me to do all those things!"
"Well your Joel ain't here now is he?" his fist around Kroos' bone "stand up!"
"But they are still there!" Kroos looked up the beach, seeing the two distant shapes.
"So when have you gotten so shy... go on! Show the world what a fuckin bullstud looks like!"
Kroos looked around, maybe seeing the two still standing a long ways to the north. He looked in the other direction, seeing that same shape, now two? way to the south. After all that had happened today, why not?
He stood up, the water and sand rinsing off his lower torso. And yes he was hard as he could be.
"Man y'gotta give me some of that Viagra y'been takin..." Arn raised up to his knees, slowly jackin himself, just taking in the sight "I don't care what you say. I want a picture of that!"
"Please don't kid about that."
"You f'real that Joel kid's got pics of you?"
Kroos started to wade to the shore.
"Wait come back!"
Kroos looked at him, and decided it was better in the water than on the hot sand. He turned back to where Arn was crouching, glistening like a fucking centerfold.
"You are the one who should be doing photography" Kroos looked at him "you are the one with the perfect musculature. Are you sure you are not a model?"
"Fuuuucck" Arn stopped jacking, his dick pointing right at Kroos "y'don't believe I'm a truckdriver?"
"Well I can see you drive a truck" Kroos squinted his eyes "but that cannot be all you do. Am I correct?"
"Okay maybe we both got shit we don't want to broadcast okay?" he raised himself up until he was standing in the surf next to Kroos "okay?"
"So what kind of modeling you do?" Kroos looked him up and down "when you are not behind the wheel."
"What does it look like!" he grabbed his cock and shook it for emphasis "it ain't no Penney's catalog, if y'get my meaning."
"Wow..." Kroos took it in "you are telling me you do... I mean... the work is... pornographic?"
"He's big and he's smart!" Arn smirked. He spread his arms and flexed. Of course, this was not the build of someone who sits and eats donuts all day!
"But you do drive for a living, right?"
"Shit" Arn dunked himself, rinsing the sweat off his face "I got bills to pay...and..."
"And what?" Kroos came up to him, seeing the balance shift.
"And y'don't meet a lot of studs - I mean the real studs - on those sets."
"But most of the guys - I am sorry girls, guys, whomever you make these movies with - they must make this look like ridiculous!" Kroos ran his hand over his full stomach down to his crotch.
"They're all skinny vain little twinks!"
"Twinks?"
""Yknow, hundred twenty pounds of shaved primped forty year olds trying to look eighteen" Arn ran his hand over Kroos' hairy chest "not a man among them."
"But..."
"Don't get me wrong... it's good money... it's just not steady money, if y'get my meaning."
"But the way you look you must command top dollar!"
"Maybe five years ago" Arn spat into the water "Dude I'm like thirty- three!"
"So?"
"That's way over-the-hill in the porno industry okay?"
"I did not realize... so that is why you now drive the trucks? But why here? Why not in California or -- "
"Cause the midwest's where the real men are" his hands back on Kroos' front, one fist again jerking that hypnotic foreskin "where they don't need Viagra..."
"Wow..." Kroos' hands also returned to Arn's front, tracing the muscles in his chest and shoulders, feeling the biceps flex and harden under his fingers.
"Don't be too impressed" Arn shrugged "it's funny..." he looked back south, a weary expression on his face "you're the first dude in I don't know how long, that I turned on... it seems all the dudes I lust after... I don't do a thing for..."
"You mean like Jerry..." Kroos put the cards on the table. He expected the flinch and was not surprised when it happened.
"Yeah... like Jerry..."
"So you two never...?"
"Fuck no..."
"But he must know... I mean how you feel about him..."
"Not a fuckin clue..." Arn pulled his hands away "it's partly my fault."
"How so?"
"Well I never really seriously came out and told him okay? We're just a couple of dickheads who goof off and jerk around... it's all a lot of game playing okay?"
"Why?"
"Cause he's straight okay? He'd flipped if he thought for a second any of this was like serious! Why you think he took off before?"
"Jealousy?"
"You are a hot stud but..." Arn shook his head "you are totally full of smoke okay?"
"I do not understand."
"He took off because he knew what might happen was all a lot of bullshit, okay? He didn't think for one second I was really gonna get it on with a guy! In front of him!"
"But he knows you're gay!"
"He knows I make a big game outa playin gay. But I never cross the line around him" Arn looked at the total confusion on Kroos' face " okay y'big lummox I'll spell it out. It's one think to play at being a fag, it's a whole nuther thing to actually do the nasty, got it? As far as he's concerned it's all a fucking act. If he thought for one second I really WAS like that I'd lose hi-- I mean he'd leave..."
"I am starting to understand... a little."
"I think that's why I turn on to you so big time" Arn's hands were back on him, back at that foreskin "we're both in the same racket."
"'Racket'?"
"Yeah racket, business, scam, bullshit. We're both saying we're one thing, and playing at another. You playing at doctor, but really just looking for somebody to pull yer chain" tugging his balls until Kroos winced "like that!
I think that's why you made up all that bullshit about that kid ordering you around today -- "
"It is not bullshit!"
"Because even if it is bullshit, deep down inside that's what really turns you on. Somebody ordering you around, making you do shit you would never allow yourself to do" sticking his finger in his mouth then aiming it at Kroos' hole. Of course, Kroos allowed him to stick it in without any preliminary "see? You let me fingerfuck you in broad daylight for the whole world to see. You get off on being someone's sexual playtoy."
"But..."
"You and me are in the same racket dude, except I useta get paid for it" and Arn slammed his face into Kroos' the two of them crashing into each other, their faces, their bodies, everything trying to squeeze into and through each other. After what seemed like fifteen minutes they broke for air.
"And that's why yer gonna let me fuck ya!"
"But -- "
"Not only let me fuck ya.. but fuck ya with anybody and everybody watching!"
"Wait! No, I mean -- "
"And t'let ya know who's callin the shots I don't wanna hear another protest outa ya y'got it?"
"But Joel! And the -- "
"Joel and me will come to some kinda understanding" he looked around "if they ever get back!"
"I told you Joel - this weekend -- "
"Don't worry stud, I'll take it from here got it?"
Kroos looked around. A part of him wanted just to deck this guy, get into his Jeep, hot-wire if need be, and drive far far away. If he never saw any of this again that would be fine! But he knew he could only run so far. And maybe the main reason he wanted to beat this guy into the ground was a part of him had to agree with what he was saying. Even after all the abuse - was it really abuse? -- the last day, his dick had never been harder, he had never been more aroused. Yes, this blond musclestud was the most attractive person he had seen in a very long time. But Kroos was responding to more than his looks, his physical attraction. This guy knew all Kroos' buttons, and he just met him how long ago? So when Arn told him to get out of the water, he did. No questions asked.
"Yeah I want ya t'stand there, just like that - no you don't need to touch me - this is my party" Arn went up to him and started running his fingers over every inch of Kroos' body. Now they were both standing on the shore, totally exposed. Anyone could see them from all directions, except maybe the lake. Arn traced the hairs on his chest, his back, his legs, all the while Kroos stood there, arms behind him, facing the trees, his dick and balls massaged and tugged. He closed his eyes, thinking this is perhaps what his patients experienced. But no, this was very erotic, very stimulating.
"So let's start with that gel. Tell me how you use it - other than making guys talk funny."
"It is a formula we developed. It is designed to be used in conjunction with the devices -- "
"We'll worry about that later. How do you use it?"
"Internally. It is designed to stimulate the mucus membranes of errogenous tissues, to facilitate the neurological signals."
"English, doc!"
"It heightens sexual response. Especially anally-"
"You mean you had that inside your butt before, right?"
"Yes" Kroos stood there, his eyes closed in the bright light. He almost felt like a prisoner being interrogated by the secret police back home. What that image did to his cock could be seen from back by the cars.
"How did that happen? Was Joel fucking you with it?"
"No, I used it as lubrication for the plug before."
"You mean Joel lubed that buttplug with it and put it in you?"
"No... I inserted it into myself..."
"Here?" looking around, blown away someone would plug themselves out in the open like that.
"No... back at Port... W********n."
"Where? Some motel?"
"No..." Kroos cleared his throat. He realized a lot of what he glossed over before had to come out now "at a... truckstop."
"What? How?"
"In the bathroom. Of the truckers' rest facilities."
"But there musta been guys there? Didn't anybody see you?"
"Well.... yes..."
"Okay..." Arn stood in front of him, slowly stroking himself "I want you to start jacking yourself, but if you cum so help me! Now tell me the whole story."
Kroos reached down and started to masturbate himself, right there for anyone to see. He kept his eyes closed, afraid to see who was around, "we went into the restroom, Joel and I. We went there because... Joel wanted us to take showers... with the other truckers... I think he wanted to make me do things there, with them, I mean. But the shower room was broken, only one shower was working, so instead..." he started getting a rhythm going. In spite of all the orgasms he had previous, the idea of standing there jacking for this guy was getting to him "so he made me go into one of the toilet stalls..."
"Hell you closed the door right?"
"There.. was no door. So while I was lubing it up this guy came in... and... he stood there and watched, they both watched, Joel and this guy, while I shoved it into my... self."
"What did this guy do?"
"He... masturbated while I was doing it."
"He stood there and jacked off? Didn't anybody see this?"
"I could not see from inside the stall. All I could see was Joel and the guy. We were briefly interrupted when one guy - the only guy - came out of the shower. He disappeared for a brief time, and that is when that guy... masturbated.. on my chest..."
"So then you pulled the plug out and left right?"
"No..." Kroos was starting to breathe heavily, still the eyes closed.
"No? What do you mean?"
"No, we had to leave right away. The guy from the shower returned and wished to have sex with us but Joel made us leave right away. We went out the store -- "
"The what?"
"There was a store for truckers to buy their supplies, attached to the complex."
"And you just left like that? With that thing still in you?"
"Yes. That was the intent. Joel wanted me to walk around with it... still in me."
"But did it - I mean - the plug... and that gel... didn't it?"
"Yes I had a full erection the whole time we were there."
"But didn't your clothes cover everything?"
"No... not really..."
So Kroos stood there, jacking and sweating, telling him about the activities in Port, the blowjobs and everything.
"No wonder you were so boned up in the truck! You still had that in you right?"
"Yes... Joel did not let me take it out until... here."
"So when we were talking back before we moved the truck you were still plugged?"
"Yeah..."
"Holy shit..."
Arn looked around hearing voices. Away to the south a group was approaching. But there were more bodies than there should have been. As they came closer, Arn said,
"I want you to keep your eyes closed now... but... we got company."
"What!?!!" Kroos tried to turn but Arn slammed his hand over Kroos' eyes.
"I'll tell you when to open them got it?"
"But..."
"Now shut'm!" and Arn stood there, one hand on his cock, one back on that foreskin. That was the sight the group made out when they came within range. It was enough to make their jaws drop! Jerry almost fainted.