a little hard point that had appeared in his shorts that wasn't there a few moments ago. I thought about the guy hiding in the bushes and I knew this would be a great moment for him if I could yank this guy into sucking me off. Trouble was, I was getting hard too and I had to make some excuse for that before I whipped out a semi hard dick for our man here.

"You keep talking about babes and getting sucked off and I'll have eleven inches pretty soon," I said.

"I'm serious," he said. "Show me. I've got ten bucks that says you've got a five inch wanker."

That was my queue. I looked around like I was concerned for privacy and then I started unzipping my jeans. His eyes were as big as saucers and his dick was growing too.

I pulled my cock out in all its huge glory and held my hand under it for support.

"Holy fuck! What a monster dude! Your daddy was a horse!" he said.

"Pay up motha fucka," I said. "I don't show it off for free."

"Awe man, I though you were blowin' smoke dude," he said. "All I got is a fiver."

"Guess you're gonna have to suck it then," I said.

I crammed my cock back into my pants and gave him a gentle push up the hill toward the trees where I knew our friend was watching the whole thing. By the time we were in the woods, "straight boy's" dick was as hard as a rock. I pulled my dick out again and started jacking off. He had dropped his shorts to his ankles and was sporting a righteously hard pecker of his own but I had a surprise for him. I slowly turned him around and there before him was our little gay friend ready for a blow job.

"Suck him," I said. "I handed the five dollar bill back to our "straight friend" and he went down on the other guy while I watched. It was a delicious victory for all of us.