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poured a light amber color liquid into his mug; he then added some coke but there didn't seem to be much room.

"Drink up," he ordered.

Mason did as he was told. He almost choked on the drink and realized that the brown liquid had to be booze, what he wasn't sure but it burnt like hell going down his throat. He knew, as he drank, that Cory was sitting there staring at him, making sure he drained his mug. He finally managed to get it all down and then Cory poured in some more. He didn't order him to drink it, but he just looked at him. His eyes were very cold and they bore into Mason.

Cory sipped his own drink and Mason was very scared now, no words had been said but he thought that somehow Cory had found out about his secret desires for him, and this was going to be his payback. He wondered if he could run fast enough to escape. Terror was creeping into his eyes. Could he pop the door open before Cory grabbed him?

Cory put his cup down, and then he did something that really confused Mason, he started to unbutton his shirt. Facing Mason, his right leg up over the floor console, Cory started to undo his shirt. Each button popped like a gun shot to Mason, but he stared, transfixed at his idol and his dream man. What was this all about? Questions flooded his brain and yet he felt a sudden stirring in his crotch as Cory finally undid the last shirt button, exposing to Mason that hard flat stomach.

With the shirt open, he then slowly removed it. Not once during the entire process had Cory's eyes left Mason's face. He just moved automatically, it seemed. The shirt was off and thrown into the back seat. Cory was there, now his full upper torso exposed. Mason saw the ripe nipples and licked his lips before he even realized it. He jumped as he saw a small glint in Cory's eyes with that lick. Then he watched in pure terror as Cory reached over to him and took his hands into his own.

Carefully he wrapped his hands around Mason's wrists. Then he pulled him forward towards him. Mason had no choice and so he moved closer, his own left leg now almost on top of Cory's right. The touch of his hands, their firm grip and then the feel of his strong leg against his sent a shock wave coursing through his body. He was trembling now, but he couldn't speak, or stop the movement. Cory stopped his pulling now, and then he took one hand of Mason's and pulled it close to his crotch. He placed the hand on his waist, just under his belly button and right by his jeans button. Cory never once took his eyes from Mason.

Mason wasn't sure what was happening. His hand trembled on Cory but he didn't move it away. Slowly Cory then let his hands go, and moved them down to his pants. He arched himself backwards as he

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