Roscoe got behind him, gave a firm yank…then tucked the seam in “all the way” between his cheeks. “Oh, yes…those fit perfectly in the back…don’t you think so Zeb?”

“Yeah, man…sure shows his buns off good, makes his crack look like it’s about six inches deep! Hey, man…you thinkin’ about lettin’ Roscoe put a plug in?”

“Just thinkin’ right now…the ‘we’ who talked about it were Roscoe and Rod…it’s my ass and they acted like I wasn’t even there…why you askin’?”

“He made me a thong with a plug…drives me wild – I think you should get it!”

“You really think so? I mean, the only thing I’ve ever had in my ass is…um, well…” Randy didn’t want to give away the fact that Zeb had fingered his ass when they wrestled – especially after he had protested Rod’s suggestion of a “digital invasion” when they were here before. Roscoe didn’t need to know everything!

Zeb jumped in before Roscoe could question Randy’s unfinished statement. “It’s something you can think about anyway…especially since it can be added – every man needs a little ‘kink’ in his life!”

“Yeah…and you can even change the size whenever you want as well…shit, Zeb’s gone up two sizes on his thong plug already, and he’s only had it three months!”

Zeb felt his face begin to flush. “C’mon man, you don’t need to tell everything you know…the first one was only pencil thin, and… Damn it – you talk too much!”

“Oh…I’m sorry, I thought Randy probably already knew that you liked stuff up your ass!”

“Shut up and keep fitting…you’re a bastard, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told! OK now Randy…let’s get the front of these jeans closed! Work with me and we’ll get everything in! First thing we do is get your cock tucked in nicely…you want right or left?”

“Left, I guess…”

Roscoe worked Randy’s stiff prick into the left leg opening, giving it a little more “twist” than necessary! “Now…your balls are a real problem…I need to zip from under here where your scrotum meets your ass crack, but I don’t want to catch any hair…do you think maybe we should shave ’em?”

“Hell no!” Zeb bellowed… “I like ’em hairy – just like they are…so does Randy, at least I think he does…so, if they’re ever going to get shaved…I’m gonna do the shavin’!”

“Well, ex-ka-yooze me! I guess I’ll have to work with what I’ve got then, and try not to catch any hair in the zipper…all I did was make a suggestion! Sheesh!”

“Damn, man…you know you can get his balls stuffed in there – you just want an excuse to shave ’em! Shit, even I could get his balls in and zipped!”

“OK smart ass…do it!”

Roscoe had taken the bait! Zeb cupped Randy’s balls with the fingers of his left hand, slid the zipper up and slipped his hand away as he did. He rubbed his hand affectionately over the “completed” package, giving Randy’s imprisoned bone an extra squeeze. “See – everything’s in… lookin’ and feelin’ good!”

Roscoe looked