Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2005 11:54:33 -0500 From: Richard Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 10 This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm happy to hear your thoughts about the story. My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is helpful in motivating me to write. Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com Naked School Teacher Chapter 10 David stared at the TV screen in a turmoil of emotions. He was shocked, elated, fearful, awed and in love all at the same time. He was watching a court-room-steps-interview with his pupil Mac -- Spencer Macdonald. Mac admirably held his own against the quips and pointed questions of the reporters; he was magnificent! He was also totally naked! Having been arrested for public nudity, held illegally in gaol for two days, and with the case summarily dismissed by the Justice of the Peace Mac was released as he was -- naked! Mac was looking confident, gorgeous and sexy. He was completely unembarrassed by his naked state. Camera angles were carefully monitored by the media to avoid getting his penis into a shot -- but they panned down as close as they dared, to illustrate to the audience that this young man was indeed stark naked. Some shots were taken from the side or behind the boy, and they showed his bare buttocks, or even a full side body profile where his sturdy thighs obscured the view of his penis. As reporters fired questions at him -- trying to be provocative, sensational, challenging -- all the usual media ploys, Mac was calm, humorous, charming, and could not be put on the defensive. It became clear that the press were coming to like this kid. "What does it feel like to be standing here naked and being seen by the entire population of Britain?" "Well mate, I feel just fine about that." "You're not embarrassed at all?" "Do you think I have something to be embarrassed about?" David was sure he wiggled his hips a bit to make his cock swing around, but you couldn't see that on camera. Laughter sounded all around. "What was the point of your streak at Lord's?" "I just did it on a dare -- no point really." "Who dared you?" David's heart was in his mouth at this question -- his greatest fear was that his role in the kid's activities would come to light. "Just a group of friends." "And where are they now?" "Yeah! That a good question ain't it?" The reporters all laughed again. But Mac had adroitly deflected the question. "Why didn't you get dressed after the streak?" "I got lost when I climbed out of Lord's, so I just kept running until I came to the Park, and I hid out there." "Why did you go home with the Atkinsons?" "They offered me a place to sleep so I wouldn't have to sleep naked outdoors, so of course I took it!" Mac grinned broadly at the reporter, his brilliant even teeth illuminating his dark face. "And you got involved sexually with the two boys?" "We just had fun. Cute boys!" "But their mother was concerned that you were corrupting their morals^Å what do you say to that?" "We're just three boys around the same age -- all boys everywhere do what we did^Å a lot of you were once boys -- did you forget?" The male reporters shifted uncomfortably, and the small number of female reporters in the crowd smirked at their discomfiture. One of the female reporters asked, "So you believe that promiscuous sexual activity between adolescent boys is normal?" "Lady, there's only room for one head on a teenage boy!" The whole crowd dissolved in laughter, some of the reporters doubling up. The reporter persisted, "What do you say to the Mothers of Britain, who are worried about the moral corruption of homosexuality in their sons?" "That's a mouthful, lady," grinned Mac, "what's it mean exactly?" The men around him sniggered. Undeterred, the woman reporter persevered, "Mothers are afraid that people like you want into their son's pants!" Mac laughed at this. "Okay, well it's true^Å" he paused to look around, there was a breathless hush, "and if someone FORCES their way into your kid's pants -- that's very bad. Don't we have laws against that?" The crowd laughed again, "But what YOU don't understand is that it's your sons that want into each other's pants!" Mac let his words sink in. David was thinking, `is this the fourteen-year-old resentful kid from last term?' Mac continued, "We're just teens, and we want to explore what our bodies can do. We see you," he gestured to the crowd, "having sex everywhere, on TV, at the movies, see you go into clubs^Å don't you think we want to know?" "Don't you think you're too young to be making those decisions?" "What decisions? I just wanna get off -- is that a decision?" The crowd roared. "Anyway, that's why boys do it with boys^Å we gotta figure out what our," BLEEP! "are for, and what you can do with `em!" The crowd laughed again, "Anyway, can we talk about something else, this is getting old." "Where are your parents?" "Probably home watching this interview on TV and promising to kill me when I get back!" "When are you getting dressed?" "Maybe not until the cold weather comes!" And so it went. Surprisingly the news media played this story prominently several times, and they played long segments of it, not just the usual five-second clip where the actual voices were cut and a voice-over commentator paraphrased what the speaker was saying, a particularly useless technique David always thought. David tried calling Mac's number, but he was met with hostility and abusive language from a man who was presumably Mac's father. David was a bit worried about Mac, maybe he would be in big trouble at home. With no obvious course of action open to him, David turned his attention to other things. One of those things was his Fall wardrobe, and thinking about that brought to mind one of his outstanding dares. Rod had managed to obtain some photo prints from David's first Fetish Night in Tunbridge Wells, when he had been tied to the billiard table and been `reverse fucked' by a succession of both men and women. He had five beautiful professional prints clearly showing his spread-eagled body, cock at full extension, each picture with a different man in the process of squatting down onto his cock. This David felt, qualified as the `pictures of fucking five different guys' dare. He was still struggling with the streak dare, he had successfully completed the naked-for-forty-eight hours dare. So that left the `seduce-the-clothes-store-assistant' dare. And David knew just the store. David walked into `Earl's Modern Men' store in the High Street. He went in mid-morning so there would not be too many customers, and also so that he'd be sure to be served by Hugh. Hugh was very cute and had only been working at the store for a few months. He had dark curly hair fairly short, a classic sculpted face, very dark expressive eyebrows, pencil thin sideburns, beard and moustache. He also had the largest blue eyes with impossibly long eyelashes. In short he was gorgeous! David had the hots for him from day one. "Good morning sir, nice to see you back! How can I help you today?" "Oh, I need everything ^Å pants, shirts, underwear, socks^Å" "Very good, what kinds of styles and colours^Å come this way." So they spent the next half hour picking out various items, ending with quite a pile of clothes. "Would you like to try some of these on now sir? The change room is this way." Inside the little booth, David stripped off and began by trying on a pair of pants with a shirt. He stepped out of the booth in his bare feet, very tight low-cut pants and a slim-cut shirt. He pirouetted before the mirror then went out into the store to seek Hugh's opinion. "Very nice sir!" Hugh was brisk and business like as he pulled and straightened the shirt and adjusted the pants. The pants tended to emphasize David's package and Hugh knelt down before it so he could pull the pant legs down at the bottom to get an idea of the length adjustment. He made a mark on both legs. He noticed from this close that David did not appear to have underwear on, and his cock was clearly outlined in the black stretchy material. David returned to the booth, and stripped off the clothes, then put on a pair of white underwear. They were square cut trunk style, with a very low cut waistband, and a prominent designer name. He pulled them on and adjusted them to make sure his ass crack was just visible above the waistband at the back. He adjusted his package so that it was provocatively pushed forward in its pouch, then he walked brazenly into the store to find Hugh. "Um, Hugh, I just wanted to get your opinion on these^Å" he paused as if seriously absorbed by inspecting his reflection in the mirror. Hugh, busy with an iron at the very back of the store pressing shirts for display, turned standing open-mouthed and stunned at the sight. David was beautifully tanned, really well built in an understated kind of way, with hardly an ounce of fat and very nice musculature, his golden earrings complemented by his golden nipple rings; the white underwear brilliant in contrast to the golden-red skin tone. "Oh, er yes, very nice sir, very nice indeed." "Oh, sorry, what I meant was, as a school teacher I often have to get undressed with the kids," Hugh raised his eyebrows just a tad, "in the swimming pool I mean -- we just have an open pool, no change rooms. Anyway, I want underwear that is stylish -- don't want to appear `not cool' but at the same time not so skimpy as to be provocative." "I think those are just about^Å perfect," murmured Hugh wistfully. "Hmmm," said David, "I have a few other styles back there, would it be too much to ask you to come back there with me and give your opinion on them so I don't have to keep popping back into the store?" "By all means," said Hugh a little too quickly. They went to the rear change room. It was a little crushed for two, and as David stripped the underwear off he could not help leaning against Hugh. Hugh kindly held him by his shoulders to keep him balanced. Hugh was mesmerized by the naked god in his hands. David's cock was fascinating. It was wonderfully proportioned, not huge, but the way it cupped over the compact balls made it look classic. Then there was the ring at the end. A great heavy golden ring that matched the ear and nipple rings. What a sight! David meanwhile, pretending to be oblivious to the effect he was having on Hugh, reached for another pair of underwear, these were a brief style with a pouch front. He pulled them up but deliberately twisted them around so the material was all scrunched. Hugh reacted immediately, "Allow me," he said, dropping to a crouch in front of David. He reached for the waistband and slid it sideways, getting the underwear correctly aligned, then he fiddled with the legs, twisting the material around. He asked David to turn around, then he adjusted the rear seam so that it pulled slightly into David's crack to properly outline his buns, in fact he ran his thumb right down David's crack to make sure it did. Hugh brushed his hands over David's ass in an unnecessary smoothing motion. He rotated David's hips turning him around again. Making some final smoothing motions, he brushed his hands right across David's cock head, stimulating an instant reaction. Hugh watched in fascination as David's cock sprang into erect mode. Trapped by the underwear, it pushed sideways further and further, thickening and lengthening until Hugh expected it to peek above the low cut waistband. "Oh, my," he couldn't help himself, he reached out and touched the rock hard outline. David exhaled with a sigh, closed his eyes and thrust his hips forward. Hugh rubbed his hands all over the covered cock and around the balls. He gripped the penis through the underwear and squeezed hard, wrapping the underwear material all around the cock; he slid his hand along the cock. David was breathing heavily. Hugh held the cock with one hand and reached up to the rear waistband, pulling it down until David's ass was exposed, then he ran his fingers all over the buttocks and into David's crack. Then letting go of the cock, he slowly pulled the underwear down. The great cock sprung free, the golden ring bobbing on the end. Lovingly, Hugh grasped the shaft and began to slowly slide his hand along it. Pre-cum oozed around the gold ring. David began to unbutton Hugh's shirt. He left it on but open at the front, then he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. David stepped out of his underwear, knelt down on the floor and took Hugh's erect cock into his mouth. "Ahhhh," Hugh's knees buckled and he had to hold onto David's shoulders. Within just a few minutes of David licking and sucking on Hugh's cock, he was shooting into David's mouth. Hugh's cock began to subside and David licked and sucked all the cum from it. Hugh was about to reverse positions to get David's cock into his mouth, when they both became aware of the smell of smoke and at the same time, with a deafening clatter, the fire alarm bell went off! "Oh my god, the iron!" yelled Hugh, hastily pulling up his pants, "you better just get out of the store!" he called to David over his shoulder. David turned to pick up some clothes, then decided against it, and just ran out the store onto the high street naked as he was! Outside a crowd was beginning to gather as the bell was sounding loudly out on the street. In the distance David could hear the fire truck siren. Moments later, Hugh came out of the store. "It's okay, it was just a shirt smoldering on the ironing board. I took it out the back and have left the door open back there, I'll leave this one open too and hopefully the smoke won't damage too much of the stock!" "I'm so sorry!" said David quietly. "Don't be silly!" Hugh said, his eyes popping as he realized that David had fled naked out of the store. David's cock was still fairly inflated. The crowd was standing around all with bugged eyes devouring the gold-adorned penis. A reporter from the local paper arrived and began clicking pictures. David was in most of them. The fire truck arrived and immediately the crew, pushing the crowd back out of the way, surrounded them. Hugh went up to speak with them. A couple went inside to check and returned a few minutes later to give the all clear. The chief spoke with Hugh, "So you were using the iron but were distracted by a customer requiring attention, and left it sitting on a shirt?" "Exactly." "And is this the customer," he indicated David. "Yes." "Well, I'm not surprised you were distracted," he grinned. "No. Quite." Hugh shuffled his feet looking at the ground, and realized he'd forgotten to zip up his pants! The fire chief followed his gaze and they both looked up into each other's eyes. The chief's eyes glowed and he barely suppressed a knowing smirk. "Okay sir, that's it then, just remember, play safe! Safer!" and he left. David was deep in conversation with the reporter, talking about what, Hugh did not know. He touched David on the shoulder, "We can go back in now," and he disappeared into the store. The crowd was slowly dissipating, and the fire crew was regrouping around their truck. People were still looking at David, both in the crowd and in the fire crew. No one had said anything to him about his nakedness -- they seemed to assume he'd fled from the building when he thought it was on fire. The reporter had got his story, but was now interested in David. He put his notebook away. "Off the record," he said, "how do you feel being stark naked in the High Street like this?" David smiled, "I've become quite comfortable being naked in many circumstances the last few weeks. I did used to be fairly shy about my body^Å" "Ain't nothing there to be shy about!" exclaimed the reporter looking with fascination at David's gold ringed cock, "you'd be a hit at a strip club!" "Ha -- not quite on my career path, I think," laughed David. Although the comment did give him pause to think. "Well, I guess I'll go in and finish my shopping." Back in the store, Hugh was running around with air freshener, trying to rid the store of the smell of scorching shirt. "Hugh, I am so sorry about that, can I pay for the damage?" David offered. "Now how was it your fault -- I'm the one who was seducing you^Å" "Well, to tell you the truth, that's not how it happened. Did you think me prancing around in nothing but underwear was just coincidence?" Hugh gaped at him, "You sly old thing!" and gave him a mock punch on the shoulder. "Seems to me we have some unfinished business," he looked down at the unsatisfied cock. David looked at him, his cock twitched, "How about you come over to my place some time, I'll make it up to you? For now, I need to pay for this stuff and get going." So they agreed that David would call in a few days. As he was leaving, David thought of something ^Å "Ah, Hugh^Å? Do you have a security camera here?" Hugh looked up, "Well, yes we do, why?" "Would it have a picture of us in the store and going into the change room?" "Oh my god! Yes it will! Do you think the owner will search it to find out what I was doing before the fire?" "It's certainly a possibility," said David, "do you have access to the machine? Perhaps you could give me the tape and put in another." "Yes, I can do that ^Å we re-use the tapes anyway, I could just say it had run out so I re-inserted it. We only really have the system as a crime prevention." So David walked out with the evidence for his dare -- actually two dares, since it also showed him exiting the building into the street stark naked. David felt since it would be written up in the paper, with photographs, it would qualify for the streak too. Even without Queen Elizabeth's face on his shoulders! The reporter had agreed to send him copies of all the pictures in exchange for permission to use any of them in publication. It gave David a thrill of excitement to think that his naked image was about to be published for all the world to see. His parents, his friends, colleagues at school, even the kids at school, might see his naked body! The best part was that he had an absolutely foolproof excuse for being naked -- he was fleeing a burning building! The fact that the burning building turned out to be a lightly scorched shirt was completely irrelevant! Smiling to himself, he drove home with his new highly fashionable Fall teaching wardrobe, and fantasies in his head about yet another beautiful young man as his friend. He wondered about getting them all together for a weekend before the summer was over. He drove straight into the barn when he got back to the school, picked up his parcels and walked down the dirt path to the back of his cottage. As he approached the back door, he was surprised to see two men sitting on the lawn chairs as if they were waiting for him. "Can I help you^Å?" he began, walking towards them, then realized that one of them was Mac! "Mac! What are you doing here?" he looked at the other man. He was dressed in grey slacks and a nondescript scruffy jacket with an open necked shirt, his hair was of medium length, curly and disheveled though not in a fashionable way. He was unshaven and generally seedy looking, though David judged him to be mid twenties. "David! Am I ever glad to see you!" Mac enthused. David tried not to wince at the use of his first name in front of this stranger. The man was white, so clearly not a relative -- not a close blood relative anyway. "Well, it's great to see you -- I've been watching your antics on television, you're quite a star!" He hugged Mac fiercely, cradling his head to his chest. He resisted the temptation to kiss him passionately on the lips. He turned to the stranger, since Mac was obviously not going to introduce them, "Hi, I'm David," he held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Simon Denson. I'm with the Daily Herald." "The reporter?" "Yes." "I've read your stuff. So you met Mac the other day at the court?" "Yes, he came back to my place for a few nights." "Oh?" David looked at Simon trying to read his mind about what might have happened between the two of them. "Everything is above board, I was a perfect gentleman!" David smiled, relieved, "I'm sure you were!" Of course he had no way of knowing that Mac had NOT been a gentleman, let alone a perfect one! "Well, come in come in," David ushered them into his house. David got them beers out of the fridge, acutely aware that Mac was underage and he was plying him with alcohol in the presence of a national newspaper reporter. However, he did not want to patronize his pupil -- friend -- lover, whatever he was. He joined them with his own beer, and sat down across from them both side by side on his sofa, "So^Å" and waited. They looked at each other. David did not quite like the way Simon looked at Mac. Mac looked at his feet. Simon spoke, "Mac has run away from home^Å" Mac looked up sharply, looking as though he was about to say something^Å "He was thrown out of his home." Simon looked to Mac for approval. David raised his eyebrows, "Oh!" He looked at Mac, who wouldn't meet his eyes. "The thing is, he needs someone to take care of him^Å" Simon's eyes said that someone should be him! "^Åand he asked me to take him to you." Simon stared defiantly into David's eyes, tears brimming. David stared back equally defiantly and as he heard the words, the tears silently streamed down his cheeks. Simon nodded as if satisfied. Mac looked at neither of them. Silence hung in the air like a suffocating blanket. David was incapable of speaking. He knew his voice would crack, he would sob, his nose would run with snot and he'd be a completely despicable mess if he tried! Simon was equally incapable of speech. Bringing Mac down to David was the hardest thing he'd ever done in his life. Announcing to David that Mac wanted to be with him was harder still. He knew that if he tried to speak now, he would collapse in loud sobbing on the floor and make a complete fool of himself in front of this rural schoolteacher. Cute schoolteacher, but that was irrelevant! After an eternity of silence, Mac could take it no longer^Å he raised his head prepared to yell at David to for god's sake say something^Å but he saw the streams of tears coursing down David's face, and he could say nothing. He looked towards Simon for some kind of assistance, and saw the tears streaming down his face also. His blinders were ripped away, and he saw the reality of the feelings and the emotion that these two men had for him. For him! There was suddenly nothing to say. No words to convey anything. Mac, the fourteen -- soon to be fifteen -- year old boy stood up and reached out to the two grown men who were suddenly like children to him, and he put his arms around both their necks. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'm so sorry. I didn't understand." Then his tears began. It took quite a bit of doing, there were calls to the Headmaster on vacation in Spain, to the Board of Education Social Worker in London, interviews and papers. In the end it was done, and Mac could stay with David until school was back in session and he could go back to his dorm. During the course of this process, David had felt obliged to disclose that he and his wife were experiencing some marital problems and that she was staying with her parents for the time being. All of this naturally put the brakes on David's burgeoning sex life. He could hardly invite all his new friends over for the orgy he'd been contemplating. In fact his summer seemed to be suddenly shot. And the idea of having his very hot pupil staying under the same roof with a host of officials keeping some kind of an eye on him was a bit of a damper to David's ardour too. When Mac was settled in to the spare room, he commented on David's earrings. "Whatever made you get them?" "Oh, I did a kind of performance, and the organization paid for them," David said airily hoping Mac wouldn't ask, but of course it was a vain hope. "You were in a play? What as a pirate?" he grinned broadly, "I'd a liked to of seen that!" "No not a play." "Oh, come on, sir, out with it!" "I worked at another party, in London this time. Very big." "You did your naked butler thing again, didn't you? "Something like that." "So there were two parties? How did they go, what did you do. What happened?" So, much as David was reluctant to give all the lurid details to Mac knowing where it would probably lead, Mac dragged it out of him bit by torturous bit. "David, take off your clothes!" "What!" "I wanna see the other piercings. You don't think I believe that they'd buy you gold earrings and nothing else, do you?" So David took his clothes off. When he took the shirt off, Mac went crazy over the nipple rings, "Wow, they look great!" When David finally after much cajoling, got his pants and underwear off, Mac was in raptures over the Prince Albert ring. "That is a serious ring, dude!" "It's curious how I've gone from `Sir' to `David' to `Dude' in less than half an hour, don't you think?" said David sardonically, " and all in direct proportion to how much I was wearing!" Mac punched him on the shoulder, "Ouch!" "Now put all those gold armbands and stuff on!" "You don't think I'd keep those in the house do you? They're worth a fortune!" "Of course you keep them in the house! I bet you put them on from and admire yourself in the mirror!" He was right of course. So David got the rings out and fastened them on, showing Mac how the hidden magnetic latches worked. David had to parade up and down, turn around and be admired from every angle. "Cor, that don't half look good!" Mac was lost in amazement at the sight. "Wait a minute!" Mac disappeared and came rushing back with some hair gel. "I want to get your hair back to how it looked. He dabbed a tiny amount of gel and spread it through David's heavy golden streaked hair. It had grown a little since the last party, but Mac did quite a good job, and stood back to examine his work. "Man you are a serious looker you know^Å" he smiled innocently at David, "for an old guy that is!" It was David's turn to punch his shoulder. "Okay, you gotta stay like that for the rest of the night!" announced Mac. "David, do you think we could get piercings for me like these?" "Mac baby, I'd love to, but there two problems; first they cost a fortune; second you are a minor in my temporary custody. No way!" "Well, we wouldn't have to do them in gold, maybe steel, that would be cheaper. And no one needs to know that you did it." "Right, you just show up at school and first night in the showers, you say to the other kids, `oh look, I wonder where they came from!' I don't think so!" Anxious to change the subject, David said, "What's the story with your reporter, Simon?" "Oh, he picked me up on the steps outside the court^Å I had nowhere to go, and being still naked I was likely to get arrested again if I just walked off like that. He waited `til all the other reporters had left, and then offered to take me home with him." "So you stayed with him until you persuaded him to bring you here?" "Yeah." "And^Å what happened?" "It was kinda funny really. He's got a great place -- you know, one of those converted factory places^Å" "A loft?" "Yeah, I guess that's it. Anyway, it's a big open space, and his bedroom is like a kind of shelf with a ladder going up from the living room. He gave me blankets to sleep on the couch." "So what was funny?" "I think he's very shy!" Mac snickered. I kept catching him looking at me^Å at my cock! I stayed naked the whole time I was there, and he couldn't take his eyes off me." "Why did you stay naked?" "Well, I'd been naked for almost four days by the time of the court thing, so I thought, `what the heck!' and anyway I could see how it was turning his crank. Made him all red and embarrassed most of the time." David looked at him with a puzzled look. "Well, he wanted to make a move but he didn't know how!" Mac laughed. "It seemed so funny to see an adult not know how to put the moves on a kid!" "So^Å" "So, I made the move!" "What did you do?" "After he went to bed, I waited until I could hear him breathing like he was asleep, and I climbed the ladder, and got in beside him!" "You're still naked of course^Å" "Yep, and guess what?" "So was he?" "Right! I think he wanted me to come up. But he really was asleep -- I think I left it too long!" "So what happened?" David really was interested, but he was also beginning to feel just the tiniest bit jealous. "I just snuggled up to him -- you know my front to his back?" "Spooning." "Yeah. I put my arm around him and pushed my balls up to his bum. And just lay there waiting for him to notice." "Did he?" "No," Mac laughed, "in the end I fell asleep like that!" "I think he was pretending!" "Nah, I didn't think so^Å but you could be right. Anway, in the middle of the night I woke up when he began to move. I think he was having a sexy dream!" "Can't imagine why!" "He turned over and he was rock hard, man! I mean HARD!" Mac smiled broadly as he remembered. "He was talking but I couldn't make sense of it. So I just snuggled up, kissed him and pushed our cocks together!" David started to get a bit hard as Mac was describing this. And since he was still naked had no way to hide it. Mac noticed and grinned at him. "I rolled on top of him pushing him onto his back, and pushed my dick in between his legs, and started humping him." Mac slipped his tee-shirt off as he spoke and then undid the tops of his pants. "As he began to really wake and take in what I was doing, I held his wrists and pushed them wide apart. Then I squeezed my knees in between his legs and forced them wide apart." He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He wasn't wearing underwear. He pushed David back onto the sofa, where he pushed David's arms above his head, and forced his knees between his legs. "Then I began to stroke his stomach and his cock and balls and down between his legs with my rock hard, dripping cock!" As he described what he did to Simon, he did it to David. "Oh God!" said David. "I pushed the head of my cock under his balls and probed to find his hole." David writhed and groaned as the same actions were performed on him. "Then I forced his legs up in the air with my knees pushing under them. He was laying there under me with arms held down, and his knees in the air. I put one arm under each knee and then gripped his wrists again, one at a time. I touched his hole with my knob and began to push in. God was he tight! He yelled and cursed, but didn't fight very much. He could easily have pushed me off but he didn't." Mac's cock was slowly penetrating David as he said this. David was so turned on by now, he was in danger of shooting before Mac had barely begun to fuck him. "So I fucked him slooooowly. He quietened down after a bit, and began to buck his hips up to meet me going down. Then he began to groan." Mac continued to slowly ram David with his great black cock as he spoke. David was rock hard and dripping precum over his abdomen, his knees wrapping around Mac's muscular waist. "Then I let go his arms and I picked him up! He wrapped his legs round my waist," he acted this out also with David, "and I carried him, my cock still in, over to his big windows that look out onto the street." Mac walked with David to the door that led outside to the garden, pushed the door aside and they entered, naked and in mid-fuck, into the cool night air. "I stood right beside the window and I held him like that and I fucked him hard, bouncing him up and down on my prong, for all the world to see!" He bounced David in the same fashion. "He came first, and he sort of convulsed his whole body and the sensation of my cock was amazing, and it took me right over the edge. I came inside him -- it was awesome!" With that David ejaculated all over himself and he could feel the powerful spasms of Mac's orgasm deep inside himself. Mac collapsed down onto the grass on top of David, both panting, sweating and exhausted. "Well that was very lovely, quite quite loverly," said a sardonic voice from the garden gate. They both turned their heads from their tangled naked slimy heap on the lawn expecting to see John from up the hill, to be confronted by a leering Horrible Hairy Johnson! They scrambled to their feet, David not quite knowing whether to run indoors, cover his cock with his hands or just brazen it out. Mac decided for him. "Johnson, you evil old lecher, what you doin here?" "Oh," said Johnson airily, "just out for my evening constitutional, and heard you had a ^Åguest ^Å Mr. Jones, so I thought I'd drop by to see if you needed anything, or if I could be of any ^Åhelp. I see I can't!" He smiled an oily smile at them. "Yes, well, um," said David helplessly. He had already been fucked by Johnson, raped was really the word. Johnson was a burly strong man, though not very tall. His body covered in masses of coarse hair. David wondered what was coming next. "Well, I must be off^Å" Johnson announced, brandishing a little digital camera, "can't wait to get these blown up, it's a low-light model -- new." He turned to go. "Wait!" David called after him, "um Mr. Johnson, I just need to know ^Å" "Oh, bless your little tight-assed heart, Mister Jones, you ain't got nuthin to worry about nuttin at all. It's just my little hobby y'see. Just for my own amusement. I'll let you know when you can visit my little lair again and I can show you some of my^Å stuff." He walked off. "Ohhh, shit!" sighed David. "Now what?" "I dunno," said Mac, "but he's up to something. Do you think it was him took a picture that time we were all having sex in the Jungle?" Mac referred to the time when David and the three boys had dared each other to get into an interconnected foursome at night in the middle of the school grounds, the part that was an overgrown Victorian rockery garden. Right at the height of their sex when they were all coming into each other's mouths or asses, depending on how they were each connected to the group ^Å a mysterious camera flash went off. They had never found who did it. "Where do you suppose Johnson does his photography?" asked Mac thoughtfully. "Well he lives in the village, but he's got this underground lair^Å" "That where he fucked you that time?" "Yeah," said David ruefully, "I wonder how extensive that place is? He's now got a digital camera, so he doesn't need a darkroom any more -- but he might keep his old photos there. Be interesting to find out, wouldn't it?" "Hey, maybe we could watch him for a bit, and figure out when he goes home. Then we could sneak into his lair and search around." "And if we don't find anything," said David, getting excited, "we could watch and see when he arrives here and then go search his house!" So it was agreed. Was it coincidence that the very next morning some photos arrived in the mail? They were glossy coloured 8x10's and they showed David standing in the sand dunes at Camber jerking off in front of three rapt teenagers; David lying tied to a tree being fucked by a black kid; and an impossible tangle of bodies connected cock to ass to mouth to cock in a bewildering tower of rampant erotic flesh! David's face was clearly recognizable as he lay on the grass at the bottom of the sexual pyramid. David stared at them in consternation. There was nothing on the envelope or inside that gave a clue to who sent it. "Jesus, Mac," said David as Mac walked blearily into the kitchen, "look at these!" "Wow! They're pretty good!" said Mac enthusiastically, until he saw David's face, "What?" David tilted his head and raised his eyebrows for emphasis. "Oh!" "Oh, is right," said David, "someone has been tailing us from the very beginning -- before we even knew what was going to happen. How else could they have been down at Camber that day?" A thought suddenly struck David. "You guys didn't tip someone off about that trip did you?" "What?" "Well, it's no secret that the three of you hated me back then -- the whole purpose of the trip was to get you to NOT hate me! I didn't realize at the time just what it WOULD lead to, but you could have told someone that you were really going to `get' Mr. Jones!" Of course Mac was now in a bit of a bind, since the motivation at the beginning had been exactly that. He looked at his feet. `God he looks good,' thought David as he waited for an answer. Mac was naked as usual -- they both were -- and he was glossy from his shower, a magnificent specimen of maturing boy/manhood. Mac looked David straight in the eye, "In a way that was why I took your offer. I thought we'd get to really screw around with your head. We three had often talked about sex, though hadn't done much together -- I'd done some at home, and so had Delroy I think, but we talked big to the other kids. We also used to figure out what we'd do if we got a teacher at our mercy ^Å so when you made the offer ^Å" "You didn't have to even think about it?" said David wryly, "your plan was already made?" "Yuh. Once it was arranged, we couldn't believe that we'd really get a chance to put that plan into action. And with no consequences! If things went wrong we'd just report you for trying to rape us ^Å and three against one ^Å" "I'd have been royally screwed!" David shivered as he realized how close he'd come to such a fate. Jailed as a child molester or rapist, at the mercy of criminal predators inside, and with his body and good looks, he would not have stood a chance! "But as it turned out, you surprised us! We never in a million years thought a teacher would go for any of that stuff, that's why the dares kept getting worse -- we wanted to push to see how far you would go. That's why I fucked you on the tree," he picked up the photo, "look good though, don't we?" he grinned. "But, David," he looked earnestly at David now, "I swear to you that we did not set up anyone with a camera to get this stuff." As he said this, he looked away, with another sudden thought. HE had not set anyone up ^Å but what about Delroy or Tom? David caught the look in Mac's face, "What?" "Oh, nothing, just racking my brains to figure out who it could be. Did you notice a car following us down to Camber that day?" "Can't say as I did," said David squinting up his eyes in an effort to recall the day, "and on the way back, I was otherwise occupied." They had all been naked in the car for the whole journey! "Well it could be Johnson," said Mac, "when we do our spying thing, we might find out." So they left it at that. David picked up the local weekly paper that had arrived that day. The front page contained a discreet picture of a naked David outside the clothing store! The picture was taken from the side and slightly to his rear, but his face was turned so that he was clearly recognizable. His cock could not be seen, so they didn't do that fuzzy thing with the picture. David's bare ass was front and centre, and he was facing towards quite a crowd of people, every single one of whom was staring down towards his crotch! Around the crowd was a group of firefighters, likewise ogling David's naked cock. Hugh was just emerging from the store with the fire captain. "Oh, my god!" exclaimed David. "Whoa!" Mac laughed, "looking pretty fucking hot, Davey boy!" It was true, David did look like a boy in the picture. He scrutinized it intently. Had the paper doctored the picture to deliberately make him look younger? The picture had a short piece of text attached and referred the reader to the full article inside. David opened the paper to find the article, and was amazed to find a whole page of pictures and text. The story was told in three paragraphs. The pictures, each worth at least a thousand words, covered the page. There was a close up of David's face, there were frull-frontal shots from a distance, so that his cock though visible was not clearly defined in the grainy newspaper reproduction. There was one hilarious shot -- though David did NOT think it hilarious -- of a small boy, who's face came directly level with David's crotch. The boy was standing no more than twelve inches from the cock and staring straight at it. The boy's mother seemed likewise entranced by it standing right behind her boy! After absorbing all this, they began on breakfast. While eating, Mac was flicking through the local paper, while David read the national weekend paper. "Hey listen to this," Mac said, and he read aloud, "Sex Orgy at Car Wash!" David's ears perked up! "^Å last week, a group of young men were observed to be naked and engaged in sexual activity at the car wash on the corner of ^Å by the time police arrived on the scene, they had gone. Three men were questioned, but said they had seen nothing unusual. The gas bar cashier had closed up his gas pumps while he went to investigate the complaint, but said those involved had left the premises some minutes before the police arrived. He did not note the licence plate, since the car wash is coin-operated and there is no need to worry about people driving off without paying. He was also hazy about the description of the men and the car. Two customers also washing their cars at the time, were unable to provide much of a description. The complaint was lodged anonymously." Mac looked at David quizzically. "Do you know them?" "O god!" David said. Mac grinned. "I know who that was!" crowed Mac. "When Rod and I left there were three more guys just starting to really go at it ^Å and we heard the police sirens while we were driving away! Those guys were all soaking wet and ripping each other's clothes off -- I wonder how they got dressed and dried before the cops arrived?" "Perhaps the cops joined in?" David paused, "You know, you could be right! Now there's a picture!" They both laughed at the idea. David's expression suddenly changed. "What's up?" asked Mac concerned. "Well ^Å you are filmed streaking at Lords, then interviewed naked on national television after being arrested and acquitted on nudity charges; a few days later I appear in a local paper, also naked, being interviewed on a public street.. Suppose some media hound finds out that the naked Lord's streaker just happens to be a pupil at the school where the naked teacher works, and that the naked pupil has been permitted by the courts to go live with the naked teacher? Furthermore, in yet another remarkable coincidence, there is a reported homosexual orgy at a car wash not two miles from where I live?" David paused, "And let's not forget that you stayed for some days with one of the leading national reporters in the country!" David looked at Mac, "and you fucked him!" "Simon won't do anything to hurt us ^Å me." "Let's hope so. There are other reporters though who work for really terrible scandal rags -- they might be trying to trace you as we speak ^Å find out what happened to you. You've effectively vanished off the face of the earth, you know!" "Well," said Mac, just a trifle impatiently, "I think it's a beautiful day, and we should go for a run!" "Okay," said David. Mac gave him his `I'm about to make a wicked suggestion' look. "Now what?" "How about a naked run?" "Oh, man!" said David in exasperation, "after all we've just been talking about, you want the two of us to appear in public, totally naked jogging round a small sleepy village where everyone knows who we are?" Needless to say, within ten minutes, two guys naked except for running shoes were jogging along some country trails deep in the Kent countryside! Mac, his ebony body flashing reflected sunlight, muscles rippling, his heavy balls and long meaty cock bouncing from side to side on his strong thighs; David, his golden body gleaming and highlighted with golden rings, his cock weighed down by the heavy golden ring swinging pendulously; both laughing as if they hadn't a care in the world, ran at an easy pace along grassy tracks between sheep fields and hop fields through fields with ripening barley, all under the mid-morning sun. It was a glorious day. They stopped beside the river, sweating heavily. There was a sandy bar nearby, and they jumped down onto it and from there dove into the cool water. They swam around enjoying the silky feel of the water on their naked tired bodies. When they got out they lay on a grassy bank in the noonday sun to dry. Birds were singing lazily in the heat, they both drowsed and slept. They slept through the elderly couple out for a walk, who passed quite nearby. "Oh dear, look at that," said the woman. Her husband tut-tutted, "Young people these days, no modesty!" They slept through the mother out with her two young children. The kids were fascinated and wanted to go right up to them, "Come along children, they are being very rude! I don't want you doing that, not EVER, you hear?" "Yes, Mum," they chorused, but secretly they thought it looked like fun. When they awoke they jogged back to the house uneventfully. Over dinner that night, a candle light affair in the garden, David said, "Why don't we go to Brighton for a few days?" "Sure!" said Mac. In keeping with their holiday so far, they decided to drive down naked. The truth was they were finding it harder and harder to live with the restriction of clothes. It wasn't as if they were having sex all the time. Well, they WERE having sex all the time. But being naked became for them, just they way they liked to BE. So although they took clothes with them, after all they could hardly walk around the major South Eastern tourist city dressed only in a suntan, they drove the whole way naked. They picked up lunch at a drive-through, and the odd coffee too, but it's only a ninety-minute drive. David drove right down to the beach area, and they picked up their swim trunks from the back seat in order to leave the car. On the stony beach they hobbled straight down to the water and dove in. It was liberating and exhilarating. Mac could now swim reasonably well, though he was reluctant to swim too far out, so David stayed with him. They walked back up the beach, through the morning tourists beginning to fill up the beach. People stopped what they were doing to stare at the two young men, such a contrast in their skins, so handsome and well built. On the promenade, they walked along looking at the stores. David bought ice creams. Then they went to their hotel. They took a suitcase, but they still wore nothing but their skimpy speedos, showing the full size and shape of what was covered. The counter agent didn't bat an eyelid. In the room, Mac was excited. He had never actually been into a hotel before. He checked everything out, though to tell the truth, the hotel was nothing special. However it did have a balcony overlooking the sea. They rested up, showered and made long slow relaxed love on the bed. Later they got dressed up to out for the evening. David thought some of his clothes would fit Mac, so they experimented for a considerable period of time, trying to find just the right look that would make Mac look old enough to go into the kinds of places they intended to visit. Eventually they were ready. David in his ultra-low-rise ragged jeans with holes in strategic locations, clearly revealing his lack of underwear. His ass-crack peeked above his rear waistband. On top he wore a torn white sleeveless tee-shirt that did not quite reach his waist. Mac wore longish light blue denim shorts a few sizes too big that hung so low on his hips that his ass crack was several inches above the waistband. The only thing stopping them falling right off his body was the fact that underneath he was wearing David's massive gold cock ring. This held his substantial cock arched away from his body, and compacted his heavy balls into a tight protruding package. His genitals held in place by the ring, formed a huge ledge that hung the pants up and prevented the ultimate from happening. However, they were also prominently on display causing the front of the baggy shorts to tent out. `Obscene' was the word used by some of the elderly couples they passed on the street. On top, Mac wore a white tank top, not ragged like David's, but tailored and tight, also very short, ending just a little short of his navel. Mac did their hair for both of them, using gel to achieve a wanton waif-on-the-lam kind of look. David was a bit worried about that fact that Mac looked even younger to him dressed this way ^Å if anyone asked for ID they would be sunk. They walked around looking at the restaurants starting to fill up. They found the gay section and checked out a few of the bars. Eventually they found somewhere to eat, and had a couple of beers. Then as darkness was falling they headed off to find the real nightlife. "How about that place?" Mac indicated a gay strip club. "You wanna see naked guys?" asked David incredulously, "You?" "Guess I can't get enough!" retorted Mac, " but I'd like to see their moves ^Å call it career research!" he smirked. So they went in to the glitzy bar, "How old are you?" said the doorman. "He's eighteen ^Å " David began. "Not him, you!" "Me!" David spluttered, "man I'm almost twenty-two!" The guy looked at him closely. "Hmmm, okay, but you looked more like sixteen to me!" Inside Mac howled. "Oh shut up!" said David. They sat with their beers to watch the show. This early in the evening it was a bit uninspiring, mostly straight boys with gym bodies dancing unenthusiastically. There were no body types that appealed to either of them. The MC came on at some point to inform them that there was to be a newbie competition at 11 o'clock and anyone could enter. The prize was five hundred pounds. They both looked at each other. "You should enter!" They both said at the same time, then they laughed. "Okay we should both enter!" Mac said, "perhaps we do a double act?" When they signed up, David told the MC that they only had what they wore -- no underwear -- so the guy gave them a choice of several pieces. The bar had two stages upstairs and one downstairs, so they spent the evening between the two floors, and drank several beers. The acts did get better as the night wore on. Finally 11 o'clock arrived. They were led to a backstage area downstairs -- they were to perform on the single lower level stage. There were half a dozen contestants all together. A couple were the hunky muscle guy type, and two were skinny kids who looked as though they needed the money. The manager decided their order of appearance, and he put Mac last and David second to last. They watched the other four from the sidelines, so they didn't get a very good view of the performances. The two muscle guys emulated the uninspired but athletic poses of the professional strippers. The two kids looked more like rappers or break-dancers. The audience really liked them and cheered loudly. David's turn came. He wore his street clothes, but had put a pair of white Y-front jockeys on underneath. David walked out on stage with an exaggerated hip swagger. He was barefoot thinking this would be simpler. There were two poles on stage, one at each of the corners that stuck out into the audience. He swung around each pole and as the music started, he moved into a slinky seductive slow motion kind of dance. He focused his eyes individually on different members of the audience, with a smoky little smile on his lips that he hoped said, `I could be yours.' As the music shifted and rose, he spun around arms raised, he pirouetted, flung out his arms, grasped the pole and swung around and down onto the floor, then up and off again. He knelt centre stage and facing the audience, slowly removed his ragged shirt. The audience cheered as his golden rings were revealed. The dance continued and David began to climb the poles, with his legs wrapped around them. They were quite slippery so he climbed up and then released his arms, holding only with his legs, leaned away from the pole and allowed himself to slide down the pole all the way to the ground, at which point he was close to the nearest table, and leaning his head out upside down, he blew kisses to the occupants. Dancing across the stage he slowly one by one popped the buttons on his jeans until they slid slowly and seductively down. He stepped out of them. Now, unconstrained by the jeans, he became more athletic. He did a series of gymnastic moves, balancing on his hands and swinging his legs around, flipping up into a full handstand. He jumped high up one of the stage poles and gripping it tightly with widespread hands, hoisted himself bodily out from the pole so his legs, together and pointed were over the audience. They gasped and cheered. David dropped lightly down and did the same thing on the other pole, then changed his position, gripping the pole tightly with his legs wrapped around it high up near the ceiling, with his head and body hanging down upside down. David was hanging head down on the pole, on the side facing the audience. He put his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear behind his back and gripped the pole with his fingers. He slipped slowly down the pole, sliding his underwear off as he descended. When he got down so that half of his cock shaft was visible, he stopped. The audience was salivating, cheering and generally going wild. David waited and as he waited the audience became hushed in awe as they realized what was happening. David was becoming hard. "Oh my gawd, will ya look at that!" someone yelled. David's cock was growing spectacularly, pushing out the underwear so that the head was clearly outlined through the two thicknesses of material at the front. When he was fully hard, David slid down further so only the very tip of his cock was still caught in the underwear. He stopped again. The cloth was becoming distinctly wet! When it became wet it became transparent. Soon David's cock was clearly to be seen through the soaking material. David released one leg from the pole, gripping tight with his hands and the other leg. The free foot came up to his groin, and with his big toe, David hooked into the leg of the underwear, and slowly lifted the underwear up his leg (and down his upside down body). His cock sprung dramatically free, bouncing freely, the heavy gold ring eliciting gasps of surprise from the delighted audience. He looked at his cock above him and saw it dripping down towards him. He opened his mouth and licked at the stream of pre-cum. The audience laughed, cheered and stomped. David slid all the way to the ground and leaped to his feet kicking the underwear aside. He picked up the seductive dance again. He looked as if he were seducing every member of the audience. The music was drawing to a close and a climax. David finished kneeling centre stage where he'd begun, and leaning his body way back curving over his feet, so his cock stood straight up in the spotlight. He stayed that way for several seconds letting his excitement build and then, in the most spectacular performance ever seen on that stage, without so much as touching his rampant drooling cock, he ejaculated! The semen traveled high into the air above him, returning to land on his chest and abdomen. If the crowd had gone wild before, now they went ballistic! It was several minutes before they quieted down and David was able to get off stage, with a fistful of money. "Way to go!" said Mac excitedly as the MC was announcing him. He ran lightly up onto the stage as his hip-hop music began. He'd already removed his shirt, and had decided against underwear. As a result his shorts, barely able to stay up at the best of times, now dropped below his ass, and his cock caught the front. So his pubic hair was completely visible and his tight little butt was completely exposed. His dance was not only sexy but it was humorous in a kind of Charlie Chaplin on steroids kind of way. The audience laughed at his antics and at the same time they drooled over his almost exposed body. And when he performed energetic somersault that flipped his pants right off, they jumped up and clapped thunderously. When landed on his feet now totally naked, and they saw his cock and balls swinging ponderously between his legs, they cheered in amazement. He swung his hips to rotate his large cock around like a propeller. They loved it! Mac got hard, though he didn't have the control that David did to ejaculate on stage, much as he really wanted to. He hopped around the edge of the stage making some lewd gestures to different members of the audience, one or two of whom had to be restrained from grabbing his cock as he waved it provocatively in front of them. He finished his turn with a breakdance move in which he spun bodily around on his back, his shoulders, morphing up into a handstand then into a backflip, landing back on his feet, arms and legs akimbo. The applause was deafening. After some time of the MC making corny remarks and egging the audience on to choose the winner, David won. He was still naked, and was presented with the five hundred. As they were getting dressed, the manager came up to both of them and offered them jobs at the club for the rest of the summer. They both knew that they could work there for a few weeks if they wanted to ^Å the question was, did they want to use up the rest of the summer vacation this way? David had plenty of money now. He'd got the ten thousand for the first fetish party, and a cheque had recently arrived for five thousand for the second party. This five hundred would more than pay for the stay in Brighton. David was of course still being paid his teacher's salary, but most of that was now going to Alice. "Let's think about it and get back to you tomorrow?" suggested David. They talked about it most of the night back at the hotel, and by the morning had decided they'd stay for a week. They had intended to stay in Brighton for four or five days anyway, so this wasn't a big change to their plans. However, they did want to have time before school started up again to do their big investigation of Horrible Hairy Johnson. Also - it was summer! They wanted to make the most of their time off school, and to enjoy the warm August days in their idyllic country paradise! The strip club manager was delighted that they agreed to stay on if only for one week. Word of David's ejaculatory performance had spread by word of mouth, and the manager had received many phone calls asking if this was to be a regular feature. So their schedule was set. Even though they were newcomers, they were given the top performance spots at the height of the evening crowds. They were scheduled to do two performances each, with David's second solo performance being the ejaculation - even David did not think he could shoot like that twice on the same night! They agreed to work on a finale performance as a duo. They had some ideas of coupling Mac's comedy routine with David's seduction to create something that would be humorous and also hot. They spent the afternoon back at the hotel figuring out their music and working on the duo routine. They both felt that their performances of last night would serve as the foundation for their individual solo acts. That night their solos went well, and David managed his climactic ejaculation again. The house was totally packed, and the crowd went completely wild. He was showered with so much money flung onto the stage that he needed help in picking it up. All the other strippers crawled around and piled it into a plastic bag. David and Mac after a quick whispered conference asked the Manager to share it equally amongst the entire staff -- strippers, bartenders, and doormen. Needless to say, the greatly endeared them to everyone in the place! The time came for the finale of the night -- the David & Mac duo! If the place had been packed for David's last performance, it was now bursting at the seams. David came on dressed as a tramp in raggedy clothes, looking seamy and lecherous; Mac came bouncing along as typical skateboard kid. David followed the kid around the stage trying to catch his eye, and making more and more overt moves towards him. Mac humorously failed to notice David's advances, always turning away just at the moment when David was about to reach out to him. When Mac finally began to notice David's intentions, he began to reject them and push him away, or to duck, spin David around and generally run rings around him. In this process, some of David's clothes got ripped and much of Mac's clothes were ripped right off. Eventually, David in mere remnant tatters of his tramp costume, with many tantalizing bits of his anatomy showing, was chasing the black skateboard kid who was dressed only in a pair of very tight white briefs. The briefs were a single layer of very thin material. Mac's shape and colour could be clearly seen through them. In addition, with the fondling and near misses of David's attempts, Mac became rock hard. The underwear material was very stretchy and did not hold his rigid cock in -- so it stuck out obscenely and began to soak the cloth with sticky pre-cum. Soon the underwear began to look like glass -- almost completely see-through! In one of the final confrontations of the night, David got his hands on Mac's waistband, and was able to rip them down. This provoked Mac in retaliation to rip most of David's remaining tatters right off. They both ended wrestling totally naked on stage. The music throughout had completely fitted the action -- quite a feat considering this act had been created in one afternoon! In the final wrestling scene, both men rock hard, Mac turns the tables on his attacker, and they finished with David face down in centre stage with Mac, cock rampant sitting astride his thighs as if about to ram his cock into the tramp's ass! The crowd rose to their feet and applauded -- perhaps the only standing ovation ever granted to strippers in this location! So they spent the week in Brighton, performing most of the night, going back to the hotel to sleep until noon. They hit the beach for a couple of hours where they discussed variations on their act. It was a lot of fun, but both realized that it was not a vacation. It was WORK. They were quite glad when the week was over and the last performance was coming up. They looked forward to being able to go home to their quiet country cottage to rest! There were huge lineups outside the strip club that night -- word had got out that it was their final performance. Mac's comedy performance was greeted with delight, and David's final ejaculation performance drove the audience crazy with admiration and envy. Their final duo performance was spectacular. David was a respectable businessman, and Mac the hoodlum trying to mug him. They evolved the story as a stylized almost balletic dance in which Mac progressively removed David's clothes until he was wearing only a pair of conservative Y-front briefs. As the dance reached the climax where David would be stripped naked, he began to fight back, and Mac's clothes became ripped and gradually vanished until they were both in white briefs. By this time they were engaged into their wrestling match and the doctored briefs suddenly disintegrated. Both were revealed with rampant dripping cocks! David managed to roll Mac onto his back, legs in the air and at the final crash of the music he rammed his be-ringed cock straight up Mac's ass! The manager, who had ignored many of the illegal aspects of their performances over the week, was unable to ignore this one, so he instantly killed the lights on stage, and the whole bar was plunged into semi-blackness with just some small dim lights to provide illumination. The crowd, thinking it was part of the show -- erupted in applause, cheers, hooting and hollering. The Manager got the two boys off the stage while the lights were off, and suggested they get out quick. The fact that the police raid occurred at that precise moment was coincidental since the uniformed officers, when they crashed through into the bar, had not expected it to be in almost complete darkness. The Inspector called out, "This is the Police! Everyone please remain exactly where you are!"