Last Man Standing Chapter 1
Title: Last Man Standing
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Benji/Joel
Summary: Benji challenges his other four band mates to test their 'prowess' in a contest. A lot of money is at stake and all five men are determined to win...just as long as no one EVER finds out...
And cue the Disclaimer: I don’t own or know the Madden twins. This never happened. I have not, did not, and will never ever make any money off of this. The story is purely a work of fiction.
Notes: This story is based on a 10k bet Benji lost to Joel a few months ago. They both tweeted about it but never said what it was about...so I got to wondering...*snickers*
Chapter 1 Money Shots
“Here’s to being back!” Benji said to his band mates, lifting his glass.
“Fuck yes!”
“Damn straight!”
The agreements continued through the four men gathered around Benji in the back of the moving tour bus. They had just finished the first month of their three month tour. Having played to a sold out arena, the band was finding it tough to wind down.
Downing half his glass, Paul smiled. “Gotta love the fans, ya know?”
“Not to mention the groupies,” Deano smirked, raising his eyebrows repeatedly, making everyone snicker.
“They aren’t much help when you gotta jump in the bus right away and head to the next gig, though,” Billy complained, trying to adjust his pants so that he was more comfortable.
“Why would you need groupies help?” Joel repeated.
“Yeah, ya know bro,” Benji moved his hips in a thrusting manner. “Oh wait, that’s right! I forgot who I was talking to…you really don’t know.”
“The last time I checked,” Joel said loudly to his twin over the laughter of his friends. “I am the one who has successfully procreated…twice. I’m ahead of you two to zip!”
“He’s got you there, Benj,” Paul nodded, the others murmured agreement with faux seriousness.
“But my roster of pussy beats all of yours to hell and back a hundred times over,” Benji smiled smugly.
“So,” Billy shrugged nonchalantly. “That just means you have a hundred times more the chance for STDs.”
“Dude!” Deano barked with laughter and held up his hand for Billy to smack. “Good one!”
“Ya’ll are just jealous, fuckers!” Benji shook his head downing the rest of his cup. “We all know I am the best in the sack and I can understand how you guys sometimes feel…insufficient…when comparing your sex resumes with mine.”
“Excuse me!?” Joel spit out. “I get NO complaints in my bedroom…how ‘bout you guys?”
“None, I am the energizer bunny…I keep going and going…” Deano confirmed, refreshing everyone’s drinks as the laughed.
“Never,” Billy sighed into his newly filled glass. “They like the size of my prize and the motion of the ocean.”
More laughter ensued with Benji rolling his eyes.
“Nada,” Paul said as well, downing half his drink yet again. “Me love you long time!”
Benji glanced at his cup in his hands contemplating his still amused friends. “So you guys wouldn’t mind backing those boasts up?”
It was so quiet, suddenly, you would have sworn someone died.
Billy broke the silence. “Sorry, Benj, I know I am a sexy beast and you want these nuts, but as I told you before: you aren’t my type!”
“Oh I don’t want to fuck any of you,” Benji said matter of factly over the roar of hilarity.
“Then what the hell are you suggesting?” Paul belted out, finishing his drink.
“A last man standing contest,” Benji grinned devilishly. “With one helluva prize.”
Joel looked confused. “Last man standing?”
“Dear God Joel,” Deano scoffed, making a jacking gesture with his closed hand. “Do we have to spell it out for you? Maybe a bit of show and tell?”
Joel’s eyes widened. “In front of each other?!?”
“No, Joel,” Benji said sarcastically. “We’ll each take a turn in the bathroom.”
Everybody howled at Benji’s smart assed remark. Everyone except Joel, that is.
“So how do we tell who is being truthful about how long it takes them, if we do it that way?” Joel asked, totally oblivious.
Billy snatched Joel’s cup. “Dude, you have so had enough.”
“Hey!” Joel yelled and managed to snatch his glass back. “I was being serious!”
Paul sighed heavily. “We know, and now it’s no longer funny…it’s just sad. So, not that we are interested, but what‘s the big prize, Benj?”
Four pairs of eyes focused on Benji. “King for a day: whoever wins, is boss. The rest of us have to wait on him hand and foot…and the losers forfeit all monies to the winner from tomorrow night’s gig.”
“Fuck!” Billy gasped. “Benj, that is…well that is a lot of fucking money!”
Clearly, all the guys agreed. Dollar signs were flashing before each of their eyes and dreams of what to do with all that extra cash.
“I’m in!” Deano said without hesitation.
“Me too,” Paul nodded, the money being the deciding factor.
“What the hell, why not!” Billy said after a couple seconds. All eyes turned to Joel.
“I’m…I’m going to bed,” Joel squirmed uncomfortably, sitting his drink down and standing up.
“Aw c’mon Joel!” Each of the guys began ragging on him to stay. Benji’s face slid into a half grin. He knew exactly how to make Joel ‘play.’
“That’s okay guys,” Benji motioned to his friends to settle down. “Joel doesn’t have to play if he doesn’t want to do it.”
“Thank you, Benji,” Joel sighed with relief, appreciating that his twin was letting him off the hook. He started toward the bunks.
“No problem, baby brother,” Benji said in a condescending voice. “After all, we all know you are a premature ejaculator and wouldn’t want to cause you any embarrassment.”
Joel froze in mid-step, his back turned to all of them. Slowly, he faced his twin with a murderous look on his face. Walking back to the couch where Benji was sitting, Joel sat down beside him.
“I may not win,” Joel said evenly, looking Benji directly in the eyes. “But I will sure as fuck out last you.”
“Making it personal now, huh?” Benji observed. “Care to put a little extra heat on it, just between you and me?”
“Gladly,” Joel responded.
“How about ten grand?”
Paul whistled. “That is one helluva bet!”
“You’re on!” Joel proclaimed with grim determination.
“Wooohooo!” Deano yelled. “Let’s get it on! I am already counting the extra dollar-dollar bills I am about to make!”
“Sorry, Deano,” Billy said grinning and shaking his head. “But you are going down, bro.”
“Or at least your dick is,” Paul snorted.
“Okay,” Benji smirked. “Here’s the rules: no shirts, each strokes his own cock,” A murmur of solid agreement went around to that rule. “We all stroke lubed, steady, and firm, everybody has to stay where everyone else can see them, and…nobody tells…ever! There are some ladies in all our lives that would get the wrong idea if they ever found out. Are we agreed on the rules?”
The general consensus was “yes.” Benji knew he would have to start or no one else would. Standing up, he put his drink over by the sink and took off his shirt. Heading into the bathroom, he got a brand new bottle of lube and went back to his seat. By the time he was seated, everyone had stripped off their shirts and set down their drinks.
“Uh, one question,” Paul said, looking around. “What exactly are we going to use for…inspiration?”
“Got just the thing!” Deano grinned and went to his bunk. Walking up to the DVD player, he inserted a disk. “This is my all time favorite porno!”
“What’s it called?” Billy dared ask.
“Hot, Hard, and Horny!”
“Dude!” Paul looked alarmed. “We are NOT gay!”
“Calm down P-man,” Deano reassured him. “It's hetro…loads of fine ass women!”
The screen flickered on and they avidly watched the action. In no time, there were three semi-hard cocks.
The other two cocks, had already been at full mast, way before the DVD. Benji refused to look at Joel, knowing that they were both already ready to go. He zoned out on the porno, making it appear he was watching it. Benji wanted to last tonight and was confident in his ability to win…or he never would have bet that much dough. But for some reason, ever since the additional bet with his twin, he had been way too damn hard.
Joel watched the porno but it did nothing for him. He had been hard from the moment he and Benji made the extra bet. This was his chance to show his big brother up once and for all. Joel wasn’t stupid enough to believe he’d win tonight. But he was damned certain he could and would beat his twin. Hell, when you are a parent, jacking off in the fucking bathroom is about the only way you have to get off…so Joel had plenty of practice.
After a good fifteen minutes, it was obvious everyone was ready. “Cocks out punks! Let’s all get lubed up and when I say go, we stroke.”
The guys each pulled out their stiff pricks. They were quite an assortment of man meat! Deano was the longest but only average in thickness. Billy was second longest, with the biggest cock head in the bunch. Paul was average in width and length. The twins, however, had average length but won hands down at having the thickest cocks. After initial embarrassment faded, curiosity won out and they all discreetly stole a look around.
Benji let them satisfy their perverse nosiness, and then he snapped the cap on the lube. “Everybody ready? Let’s go!”
“Mmmmm,” Deano groaned, watching the flat screen again. “So good.”
“Look at the size of that chick’s tits!” Paul exclaimed, working his dick.
Billy’s gorgeous blue eyes were now half closed in lust. “I’d rather check out her ass…damn she is fine!”
Joel began mentally going through the baseball stats of his favorite team. He knew better than to get carried away. The movie was boring to him anyway.
Benji was not faring nearly as well as the rest. Sweat broke out on his brow and his belly quivered as he struggled to keep the firm, steady pace they had all set. It had been over three days since he last came and this was harder than he thought it would be…literally. He’d even closed his eyes and concentrated on writing music for one of their latest songs. Nothing was working. His body was not obeying him.
The girl on the screen was getting fucked good and hard.
“Helllll yes!” Deano rasped, his hand starting to fly faster on his throbbing cock. He knew he wasn’t going to win, so he decided, at the very least, to enjoy what would be one of his most expensive orgasms ever.
Billy thrust into his palm, his thoughts drifting to the woman back at home he would most like to fuck. “Damn!” He whispered, doing his best to clear his mind.
Paul perspired a good bit as he sat in the chair, matching the guys stroke for stroke. “That bitch is taking it all!”
“Careful,” Benji’s voice belied his current level of passion. “You guys will be busting a nut soon if you keep at it!”
“So will you,” Joel smirked, knowing his twin was in trouble.
“Me?” Benji said trying to sound innocent. “I’ll still be stroking after you bitches are passed out in your beds!”
Joel raised his eyebrows at the lie. “Really? Is that why you jerk so damn hard every time you brush the tip?”
“No,” Benji scowled. “I jerk hard because in my mind I am spending your ten grand on that new bike I want.”
“That’s it, Benj,” Joel sighed. “Keep dreaming…cause that’s all that will ever be: a dream.”
“Oh Shit!” Deano moaned loudly, his strokes fast but erratic.
“C’mon, Deano,” Paul encouraged him. “Don’t blow! You are gonna lose a lot of money!”
“I’m…aw fuck!” Deano lost. His cum blew all over his stomach and hand as he let go of a string of profanities and closed his eyes.
Billy snickered. “Sucks to be you, Deano!”
“Shuddup!” He mumbled, eyes still shut.
“One down, three to go,” Benji smirked, but sweat was now rolling down his face.
“Damn he’s taking her from behind now!” Paul exclaimed, eyes wide at the ongoing movie.
Billy’s mouth gaped. “Uhhhh!”
“Billy,” Joel warned. “Hang on!”
Bucking into his hand, Billy’s hips shot off the chair as his thick load exploded three feet in the air.
“Damn!” Paul said in awe of the sight. “That was impressive!”
Joel and Deano agreed. Benji, however, gritted his teeth. Sometimes it really sucked to be bi…especially when you had made a stupid ass bet.
Billy leaned his head against the recliner’s head rest and continued to watch the porno, covered in cum, like Deano.
Looking at his twin, Joel smirked. “He really blew a huge load.”
Benji nodded trying hard not to look at anyone.
“Mmmmm,” Joel groaned purposely, using what he had to try and make his bisexual twin hotter. Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, sexily. “Feels so fucking good.”
Benji gasped softly at the sight. “Yeah, that’s it Joely. Just go ahead and give in to it.”
“Holy shit, she’s fucking two guys now!” Paul continued on with his commentary, starting to hump his palm.
Benji figured Joel would look at the screen…giving him a chance to look at Joel. Turning his head slightly toward his brother, he was startled to see Joel looking straight at him with a smile. This was one of those moments that it really sucked being a twin also. Joel was fucking reading his mind!
Hell, Joel was fucking with his mind!
“I’m close,” Joel said seductively and Benji inadvertently looked between his twin’s legs…which was exactly what Joel wanted. Joel’s cock glistened with lube and precum while he continued to stroke firmly and methodically. The view made Benji throb hard in his own palm and his own slippery juice began flowing out of his cock like a damn faucet.
“You’re…close?” Benji asked stilted, panting, as he dragged his eyes back to Joel’s.
“Yeah, I‘m close,” Joel nodded, then lowered his eyelids, making him look sinister in a very hot way. “But you know what Benj?”
“What?”
“You are closer.”
Benji inhaled sharply, unable to deny it. His throat ached and his tongue didn’t offer much relief to his chapped lips. With every heated breath, Benji could feel his body spiraling out of control. He had always known he was a conceited asshole. Now, Benji had proof of his own arrogance. How fucking narcissistic is it to get off watching your identical twin masturbate? In Benji’s mind, it was like two of him self or rather two of Joel. It was weird, but it was pretty fucking hot. He was gonna blow soon.
“You are gonna cum,” Joel rasped, his eyes lit with lust and amusement. He knew Benji liked this much more than he had let on and Joel had to admit he was enjoying pushing Benji over the edge like this. It made him feel powerful. “You are gonna cum…real fucking hard, Benj.”
“N-not until…a-after you do…J-Joely,” Benji stuttered, his whole body starting to shake as sweat poured down his body.
“Aw, Benj,” Joel cooed like he was soothing a child. “Does it hurt?”
Benji scowled to try and hide how much that had turned him on. “You w-wanna…k-kiss it…make it b-better?” He sputtered trying to sound angry.
The others in the room were watching the current scenario with morbid fascination. Well, all except Paul who was only glancing at the twins and still following the movie.
“Would you like me to kiss it?” Joel said innocently, licking his lips.
“Fuck!” Benji hissed and his hips slammed involuntarily into his hand.
“That’s it, Benj,” Joel said, starting to breathe heavy. “Fuck your hand a bit harder…so I can collect on our bet.”
“Uhhhhhh,” Benji half-yelled out, his hand flying. Damn but he was about to lose a lot of money! So why the fuck did that statement of Joel's turn him on? Shit he was too damn horny!
“Gonna be…an expensive…cum…for you, Benj,” Joel said stilted, his own prick pulsing hard in his hand.
Benji realized his brother was heating up, but rather than help him hold on, it damn near sent Benji over the edge. What is worse, Joel knew.
“C’mon Benj,” Joel taunted, his hips moving opposite his hand’s rhythm. “Show us…that bedroom prowess…you bragged about. Or are…you gonna…cum?”
“Shitttt,” Benji yelled. He fought with everything he had to hold it back. Then he made a fatal mistake. He looked into Joel’s eyes.
“The offer…to kiss it…still stands,” Joel smiled bewitchingly and licked his lips.
Benji exploded. Jet after jet of cum splattered his chest as he roared, bowing his back up off the couch.
The sight was too much for Joel. Knowing he had proven his point and done what he set out to do, pushed him to the edge. “Benji?” He whined, looking at his brother.
Rolling his head toward his brother, Benji’s stormy eyes stared into his twin’s. “What, Joely?”
“Fuck…you…I…WINNNNNN!” Joel yelled the last word and blew his load all over his stomach, chest, and hand as Benji blantantly watched.
Paul smiled. “No, Joely, you beat Benji. But I won.” Taking his hand off his cock, he looked at Dean. “You can turn off the movie now.” Slowly, Paul put away his dick…without orgasming.
“Hey,” Dean said. “Don’t you wanna cum?”
“Nah,” Paul said, picking up his drink. “I came twice before the concert having phone sex with the sweetie.”
All four of his band mates gaped.
“You guys never stipulated when the last time we came had to be,” Paul shrugged. “So I win, fuckers!” He grinned and raised his drink to Joel. “And congrats, Joel, for putting Benji firmly in his place!”
Dean laughed loudly and stretched.
Benji looked thoroughly disgusted.
Joel was grinning.
Billy was tired of sitting there in a mess. “Time to get clean.”
“Billy?” Paul said. “Bring me a rag, I’m too damn tired to get up and clean off my dick.”
“Dude!” Billy complained. “You already put it away…that is so…gross!”
The four men got up and took turns cleaning off.
“Hurry up with the wash cloth, Billy!”
Billy rolled his eyes at Dean as he came out of the bathroom. “We get to put up with this for the next twenty four hours.”
“Benj?” Joel said filling up a new cup and taking a swig as Deano went back to sit down.
“Yeah?”
“You can just have our accountant transfer the money into my account and Paul's,” Joel said seriously.
“I’ll get on it first thing tomorrow,” Benji said without enthusiasm, his mind reeling from it all. He felt a bit discombobulated still from the whole experience. He had just gotten off to his twin. What the fuck? Some soul searching would be in order later tonight.
He was not looking forward to it.
“Billy!” Paul demanded. “I’m sitting in a mess here. Remember fellas, I am King Paul to you today!”
“God, this is so gonna get old, quick,” Benji shook his head, as Billy slammed the bathroom door behind him self.
“You’re fault, bro,” Joel smiled and went back to plop down on the couch, Benji following behind him, not yet comfortable around his twin again.
Billy muttered under his breath as he threw the bathroom door open. Realizing he didn't have a cloth, he went back. An evil idea occurred to him and his picked up the wash cloth he had just used. Smirking, he stalked in to the back of the bus. Throwing the cloth at Paul he smiled when it hit Paul smack in the face. Paul yelled and accidentally knocked it into is drink. Billy’s eyes went wide as he watched his friend take the cloth out…and keep right on drinking his drink!
“Um, Paul?” Billy said, a bit sheepishly.
“Huh?” Paul downed the rest of the half full cup.
“Did you just drop that rag in your glass?”
“Yeah,” Paul said, starting to use the said rag.
“Um, well,” Billy chewed his lip. “I think you should know…it wasn’t exactly…clean.”
Paul froze and his other band mates stared in shock at Billy.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, I didn’t rinse it out…after I used it,” Billy choked out.
Paul ran in to the bathroom, gagging all the way.
Deano smirked. “Looks like ‘King Paul’ is making good use of the ‘throne.’ ”
Author notes:
A/N2: Let me know what you think! Should I quit while I am a 'head', or should I try another 'stroke of genius'? LOL