His cock, soft after the commotion in the truck, starts to revive again - and revive uncontrollably!
Dustin doesn't need to look down to know his camo pants are rapidly tenting out. He can FEEL it... His cock, shoved down the left leg of his boxers, is literally fighting to stand up, taking his shorts and pants with it.
And as it does, words burst from his mouth that he never dreamed he would utter.
"Hell, but you're hot, Joe!"
"W-What?" Joe stammers, unable to believe his ears. For a moment he just stares at Dustin, incredulous and confused, and then he sees it: the huge throbbing rod, cramming the leg of Dustin's pants.
"Shit, man!" Joe exclaims, "Are you HARD for me?!"
"I dunno," Dustin stammers back, trying to adjust the bulge so it seems less obvious. "You just look..." his eyes home in on Joe's snug, non-issue white boxers, the same type as he's wearing, which the sarge would give them hell for if he saw them, "...so buff, man... so..." Helplessly, he glances at his buddy's face, trying to fathom his reaction, then shivers; without realizing it he has been slowly squeezing his erection, and it has now grown even harder.
"Uhhh!" he moans, removing his hand from his cock. But that only causes more problems; instantly his shaft jerks up against the fabric of his pants, hard and insistent, and so engorged that its big mushroom head can plainly be seen.
"Fuck, man," Joe breathes, gaping at his buddy's 'condition'. "You... You're GAY!"
"I fucking am not!" Dustin protests. "I never had a gay thought in my life!!"
"But you just said I was buff, and hot, and... and you're BONED, man! You're staring at me like you could eat me, and you're boned like a STALLION!" To Dustin's relief, Joe suddenly starts laughing, though a more perceptive listener would probably have detected a slight note of hysteria in his voice. "Look at you! You're so hard you're gonna rip out!!" And clamping his hands over his own groin, he suddenly adds, "And you're getting ME hard too!"
Flushed and wide-eyed, he stares at Dustin as he too starts to laugh.
"Seriously?" Dustin asks.
"Uh-huh," is all Joe can say, as his hands shift and squirm, trying to conceal the fast-growing bulge in his shorts.
"Then I guess we're as gay as each other..."
Grinning broadly, no longer the least bit concerned about his own hard-on or his bodily changes, Dustin advances on Joe and pulls his sweating hands away from his crotch.