Date: Sat, 05 May 2007 22:17:51 -0500
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter 97

Disclaimer/Reminder:  The following story is a work of gay fiction although 
based on non-fictional occurrences.  It contains sexual acts between males 
in high school as well as with males beyond high school age.   There are 
scenes of definite humiliation, some of them graphic.  If this subject 
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Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent.  
The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally -  has a 
legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not.  Also 
descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints.  You 
understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly.  Again, do 
not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or 
activities which can be classified as bdsm.  Finally, thanks to all you 
loyal readers who have stuck with this story through thick and thin.


Chapter Ninety-Seven

Monday August 12

			"And everybody knows that the plague is coming
			  Everybody knows that it's moving fast
			  Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
			  Are just a shining artifact of the past
			  Everybody knows that the scene is dead
			  But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
			  That will disclose
			  What everybody knows"
						Leonard Cohen "Everybody Knows"


	Frank was talking to Sam or at least trying to.  Sam kept nodding off and 
several times Frank had the impression he was talking to the back of Sam's 
head.  The entire bus was out cold, something unusual it seemed to Frank.  
The team had been to countless away games, even a few when he was still JV 
in his sophomore year.  Last year when he made Varsity he and the team were 
on the road every week during the baseball season.  Or so it seemed.  And 
every bus trip was filled with so much loud craziness the coaches had to 
enlist the help of some other teachers -not so bad - or worse, parents!  
That was the absolute worst!  So when Frank got on the bus he made a joke to 
Coach Tyler, asking where are the zookeepers?  The Coach smiled and told him 
he was going to make Frank and his buddy James the chaperones.  Frank knew 
he was kidding.  Right?

	When James decided he was going to sit up front, Frank almost thought the 
Coach was not kidding.  So he used the chance to sit next to Sam, the 
closest thing this team had to a star pitcher.  Anything Frank could do to 
boost his standing in the ranks he would do, even it meant listening to 
Sam's endless bragging about all his successes, on and off the field.  So 
when Sam's eyes glazed over Frank realized he had to do all the talking.  
Even trying to engage him in an argument about the various theories about 
the town's blackout the day before was only good for about five minutes.  
The presence of all the cops at the parking lot maybe another ten.  Even 
Sam's favorite topic, the various activities of the cheerleaders and which 
ones would do what or not barely got them out of the county.  By the time 
they were passing F******c Frank realized he was soloing.

	So when James came back to where they were sitting, Frank was glad he had 
someone to talk to,

	"So someone else is awake" Frank punched James as greeting.

	"Frankie, switch seats."

	"Why? They too boring up there?"

	"Boring?" James looked up and down the aisle.  Frank noticed he was not 
nodding to anyone "yeah right."

	"So why you sit up there to begin with?"

	"Thought it would be fun y'know" James almost frowned "like rock star 
seating, right there next to driver n'shit."

	"So don't tell me the driver's asleep too!"

	"Naw meathead" Frank got a slap upside the head for that "it's just..."

	"Just what?  They givin ya shit about the milk stain?" which was Frank's 
joke about James' attempt to grow a moustache over the summer.  Even 
peachfuzz would be a generous assessment of the progress.

	"Keep it up Messman!  You're just jealous."

	"I don't need no cheezy moustache" Frank rolled his eyes "I got hair where 
it counts."

	"Like on your ass?"

	"Jealous!" slugging him back "so why you wanna switch? Simpson here ain't 
much company" elbowing Sam for effect.  Even that didn't get a rise out of 
him.

	"I don't know..."

	"They quiet up there like Sammie boy here?"

	"Naw... they're talkin... they're just... I don't know... weird."

	"Weird good or weird bad?"

	"Just weird okay?  C'mon be a pal.  You go up there" almost yanking his arm 
out of the socket "it's like real cool watching everything right up front."

	"So you stay up there."

	"Naw... c'mon..." James punched his arm again "I'll owe ya."

	"Fine... geez!" Frank raised his sore butt off the seat.  He hated to admit 
it but he did need to stretch his legs.  By this point in the trip he would 
have been up and down the aisle a thousand times, some trips voluntary, some 
not.  As soon as he was up he headed back for the john.

	No wonder James didn't nod to any of the guys; they were all zzz'd out.  A 
few were listening to their headphones but their eyes were closed as well.  
He saw a few stir or turn away from their seatmates as he headed back but 
that was typical.  Yeah typical for a night trip returning from a grueling 
double-header.  But not the middle of the fuckin day!

	He finished in the remarkably clean john and headed back up the aisle.  
James had somehow gotten Sam awake and was trying to interest him in an 
argument about the situation in the parking lot before.  Frank decided to 
let them go at it and continued to the front, counting heads as he did.  As 
he feared all the seats were taken, many by guys he did not recognize.  
There could not be that many exchange students so where did they come from?  
He had a hunch some of the surrounding schools may be pooling the ride.  He 
scanned the faces for any from the hated South team, but those guys he did 
not see.  So who were they all?  He'd have to do some canvassing during 
lunch.

	Frank continued to the front of the bus and sure enough, the only seat open 
was one of two at the very front overlooking the door.  The aisle seat was 
taken by this huge muscle dude, someone he did not see get on the bus.  
Shit, maybe they got chaperones after all!  No wonder James was not too keen 
about sitting next to him.

	"Hey..." Frank stood next to the guy, thinking he might scoot over and give 
Frank the aisle seat.  No such luck.

	"Hey" the guy looked up "what happened to your buddy?"

	"He... ah... " like Frank was going to say he weirded him out or shit 
"he... sometimes gets motion sickness on trips... or somethin..."

	"So you wanna sit up here?"

	"Sure" Frank saw the big dude make no move so he eased past him as the dude 
turned his knees sideways to make some room.  Frank took the window seat, 
feeling more than a bit pinned inside.

	"What's your name?"

	"Frank, you?" they shook then knocked.

	"Mark" the big bodybuilder smiled "and the dude catching forty winks over 
there is John."

	"Funny Mark" the driver turned his head a few inches and nodded "the only 
reason we got this comedian on board is in case of engine failure he can 
push us there."

	"We'd get there sooner" Mark snapped back, but both were smiling.

	"So you ain't like a chaperone or somethin?" Frank tried to give him a 
better look out of the corner of his eye.  Like he wanted the big guy 
catching him check him out or shit.

	"Y'hear that John?  Frank here thinks I'm like a den mother!"

	"You sure as hell are a muthah - "

	"Hey watch the language" Mark snorted "we don't wanna be shocking our 
virgin student here."

	"I ain't no - I mean I don't shock" Frank caught himself fast "shit, if 
this busride would be like a normal one - all these guys yellin and doin all 
the typical wild-ass shit, you'd be the one shocked!"

	"Regular foul-mouthed sailor" John chuckled and eased the bus into the left 
lane.  Frank watched the slow dance as they passed a car or two.  It looked 
like those cars were going on a very very long vacation, the way they were 
packed.  One even had boxes and furniture strapped to the roof.  Yeah, he 
could grow to enjoy sitting up here.

	"So what happened to your buddy?" Mark turned to him "he really sick?"

	"Naw... I mean... well kinda..."

	"Sick of sitting next to you" John rested his hands on the wheel making 
good time.

	"Least I kept the kid entertained."

	"How's that?" Frank wanted to see what this "weirdness" was all about "Sam 
said you guys were actin kinda goofy up here."

	"Goofy?" Mark laughed "see I told ya he didn't think it was funny!"

	"What was?" Frank was hot on the trail.

	"Tell your buddy I was just yanking his chain" John flipped a few switches 
on his dashboard.  Frank heard the air conditioning change its tone.

	"About what?"

	"John here tried to convince your friend his arms were getting tired and he 
could drive for a while."

	"Ya right..." Frank turned and looked at Mark straight on.  His eyes 
lingered a bit too long perhaps "...seriously?"

	"Of course not!" John roared with laughter as Mark's suppressed chuckled 
burst out as well.

	"Bullshit" Frank tried to wipe his expression off his face "you are both 
full of it."

	"He's almost as gullible as his buddy before" Mark added to John.

	"Gullible?" Frank would not let it go "you callin me gullible?"

	"Like a ten year old!"

	"Hey I'm old enough..."

	"For what?" Mark almost caught John in the rear view mirror.

	"For whatever you two bullshitters are up to."

	"Doubt it" Mark smirked at John's face in the mirror.

	"Try me!"

	"Leave the kid alone" John eased the bus into the right hand lane.  It felt 
like they were slowing but Frank could see the highway flying past as usual.

	"I ain't a kid!"

	"You're all kids" Mark frowned "count yer blessings."

	"Stop callin me that - us that!"

	"He didn't mean anything by it" John checked the outdoor rear-view mirror 
"right Mark?"

	"Right" Mark gave Frank a friendly punch "okay?"

	"Fine..." Frank slugged him back, a bit amazed at the hard rock his fist 
connected with "so that's why James left?  Ya called him a little kid too?"

	"Hell no..." Mark caught John's look in the mirror.

	"Then why?  You freak him out or somethin?"

	"Is that what he said?" John kept his voice calm.

	"Fuck no..." Frank could at least talk the talk "he just said you guys were 
talkin trash up here" a small lie, but still a lie.

	"Really?" Mark frowned "like how?"

	"He didn't say" Frank wanted to press it.  Hell, at least he had someone to 
talk to "so what'd you two do to get him all... y'know... weirded out?"

	"Nothing" from John.

	"Just goofin around" from Mark.  Somebody got their signals crossed.

	"Goofin how?" Frank thought it might be some stupid card game or something 
"look, the team does all sorts of really wild stuff on these trips" looking 
behind him "usually..."

	"Oh yeah? Like what?" from Mark.

	"The usual jock bullshit.  Y'know like mooning cars and truth-and-dare 
shit, strip poker, shit we even teabagged one of the assistants last year!  
That's when they started with the chaperones!"

	"Teabagging?" Mark dismissed John's expression with a small motion of his 
hand.

	"Yeah teabagging!  You know what that is right?"

	"Something with somebody's jock?"

	"Fuck no!" Frank would show them he was no kid "one of the assistants fell 
asleep on the trip back.  Man, was he freaked when he woke up and some 
dudes' nads were in his face!"

	"Yeah right" Mark feigned disinterest "you expect me to believe some guy 
got all freaked out when one of you guys shoved his crotch in his face?"

	"Yeah, teabagging!  It was a fuckin hoot!  We laughed about it all the way 
home!"

	"So was that something involving your friend... Jimmy?"

	"James... don't ever call him Jimmy he hates that!"

	Was he one of the guys -"

	"Fuck no!  Hell, his family thinks they invented the religious right or 
some shit."

	"That bad?"

	"Worse okay?" Frank folded his arms "so I can only imagine what you two 
dudes were doin to freak ol James out so bad."

	"Nothing like that" from John.

	"Hell no" Mark hid his smile behind a cough "we were just - "

	"Just what?"

	"You really want to know don't you?"

	"Fuck yeah" Frank almost bounced in his seat "I wanna give James shit 
about..."

	"Thought you two were buds?"

	We are.  All the more reason" Frank felt the flush of victory "so c'mon 
tell me.  It can't be worse'n stuff I told you about."

	"We were just - "

	"Mark...?" John adjusted his aisle mirror, making sure he saw him.

	"It's cool..." Mark turned to Frank "when I was in college, some of us guys 
used to play this rock-paper-scissors game..."

	"That's all?  Kinda lame..."

	"Whoever lost hadda... y'know do a dare or something."

	"Like teabag the kid asleep right?"

	"Yeah... like that" Mark looked at John and shrugged "he asked."

	"Too funny" Frank let out a loud guffaw "no wonder James got all freaked.  
What was his dare?"

	"I dared him to..." Mark shrugged again "wear his shoes around his neck the 
rest of the trip."

	"What?  That's all?" Frank laughed so loud he almost woke the whole bus.  
But except for a few grunts and groans no one said boo "I thought it was 
somethin kinky or shit."

	"Kinky?  Like what?" John started to join the game.

	"Shit I don't know..." Frank bit his finger "moon a car.  Or better moon a 
semi going by."

	"Like you'd do something like that" Mark smiled and scratched his chin.

	"Fuck why not?" Frank jerked a bit at Mark's comment.  Hell, it was 
something to do.

	"Yer bullshittin now" Mark's chin continued to itch "you'd never really - "

	"Try me" Frank threw out his chin.  But he had no idea who he was dealing 
with now.

	"Okay..." Mark put out his fist "John?"

	"Yeah fine" he took his right hand off the wheel and held it out to his 
side "count of three..."

	"One two three" Mark counted off.  He and Frank both threw out two fingers, 
John threw out a flat palm.

	"Scissors cuts paper" Frank yelled.

	"Fuck..." John swore, then looked sideways at Frank "sorry."

	"For what?"

	"Ain't supposed to swear around you kids."

	"We ain't kids okay?"

	"So John loses" Mark looked at Frank "you decide the dare."

	"Hell no" Frank held up his hands "I ain't makin him do anythin to get us 
all killed you nuts?"

	"Something he can do and still drive."

	"I dunno..." Frank hadn't thought this one through as far as this.  He bit 
his finger "say 'fuck' twenty times."

	"Okay" and John chanted "fuck" until they were all laughing their heads 
off.  When he finished he held out his fist again.  Again Mark counted off 
and this time John held his fist, Mark held out two fingers and Frank a flat 
hand.

	"Tie" Frank groaned "again."

	The next time it was rock, rock, scissors, with Mark swearing.

	"Fuck okay what?" looking at John, fearing what he was capable of.

	"The kid - sorry I mean Frank decides" from John.

	"Okay..." Frank thought of a thousand things to make him do, but none of 
them in broad daylight "the shoes..."

	"What about them?"

	"You weren't bullshittin before?  Then let's see ya tie them around your 
neck and wear'm like that."

	"Geez..." Mark reached down and started to untie his cross trainers "me and 
my big mouth."

	Mark unlaced his shoes and yanked them off.  He tied the laces together and 
draped them around his shoulders.  Frank wrinkled his nose,

	"Dude..."

	"Hey, your idea."

	"No wonder James tore ass outa here" holding his nose.  But they had 
another good laugh at that.

	The next time it was paper, paper, scissors, and John swore back at them.

	"Don't tell him t'drive barefoot" Frank elbowed Mark "I'm too young to 
die."

	"Ain't like that" Mark looked at him "any ideas?"

	"No... that last one backfired on me."

	"Fine" Mark looked at John "Frank here wants a souvenir."

	"I do?"

	"Give him your cap."

	"Hey I don't need" but John whipped it at him, hitting him right in the 
chops "hey!"

	"Hell I hope you ain't the catcher" John chuckled as Frank grabbed the hat 
off the floor, his nose smarting from the blow.  But his ego was smarting 
more.

	"I want it back when we get there" John was all smiles.

	"You'll get it back" Frank put it on his head, several sizes too big.  It 
drooped down over his eyes like some halloween gangster.

	The next round was paper, scissors, paper, Frank pumping his fist with 
victory,

	"Yes!!" he hissed "you both gotta do something right?"

	"Guess so" John looked at Mark' reflection "what is it?"

	"Lemme think lemme think..." Frank ran down the list, none of them clean 
enough "okay how about... naw that's too skanky."

	"What is it?" Mark looked at him, pretending to be scared.

	"Too bright for that... lemme think... okay!  I want both you dudes to... 
"this was one he always used to beat James.  It was the grossest thing he 
could possible imagine! "but y'won't do it."

	"What is it?" John asked.

	"What if it's something really really nasty.  Can you refuse it or - "

	"Well if we both won and you lost let's say" John shifted gears a bit "and 
I suggested something, Mark could always veto it."

	"The two winners gotta agree" Mark nodded "but if it's only one winner, 
then whoever refuses loses the game right?"

	"What if he loses the game, then what?" Frank had a hunch that's what sent 
James running back to Frank's seat.

	"Then he owes..." John looked straight ahead.

	"Y'mean like money?" Frank swallowed.  This was something he had NOT 
bargained on.

	"Hell no" Mark jabbed him "not money.  More like a major favor.  Like doing 
laundry for a week or something like that."

	"Or driving a bus for a week" John chuckled.

	"That's what happened to you?" Frank looked at the face in profile.

	"Funny... no."

	"No, his punishment is much worse than that" Mark leaned forward and gave 
John's shoulder a soft punch.

	"I don't wanna know" Frank said "cause I ain't gonna lose.  But I can 
always veto right?"

	"Anyone can" John nodded "if there are two winners."

	"Which there ain't right now" Frank wanted to hi-five himself "so if either 
of you refuses, I like win right?"

	"Okay what is it?" Mark tried to look smug "what did your little perverted 
mind come up with?"

	"If you refuse I win right?" talk about ducks in a barrel!

	"You got it.  Well?"

	"Okay..." Frank was almost bursting with his victory "y'gotta reach inside 
your shorts, grab yer nuts... then..." already doing the victory lap "lick 
yer fingers!"

	"What?" from John, his head snapping around.

	"Sounds like we got a real red-blooded pervert here" Mark smirked back at 
John.

	"You refuse, you lose!" Frank grabbed the railing in front of him, his 
smile as wide as both lanes.

	"Just remember..." Mark looked at him, flexing the huge arm muscles for 
effect "you started it" and reached down inside his jeans.  Frank watched 
with something like horror when he saw the hand go deep inside until it 
looked like even his wrist and part of his forearm were buried.  He pulled 
his hand out after a long time and brought his fingers to his mouth.  He 
stared right at Frank as he stuffed all four fingers into his mouth.  Frank 
almost lost his breakfast.

	"My turn" from John and he did the same thing.  He even had to unbuckle his 
belt so he could get his hand down beside the wheel.  He repeated the deep 
plunge and brought two fingers to his lips, sucking them with a loud 
slurping sound.  Frank groaned.

	"Called yer bluff kid" Mark chuckled, holding his hand towards Frank's 
face.  Frank yanked away fast.

	"Hey don't torture him" from John "he won that one."

	"Shit..." Frank looked at them "no fuckin wonder James got his ass outa 
here!  What'd you make him do?"

	"Nothing half as nasty..." Mark smiled "again?" holding out his fist.

	"Fuck..." Frank saw John's fist go out to.  If he chickened out now, he 
would be as much a wuss as James back there "fine."

	This time it was scissors, scissors, paper, Frank almost pulling his flat 
hand back as soon as he saw the outcome.

	"I'm fucked..." Frank looked at them, regretting mentioning all the things 
before.

	"Not yet..." Mark smirked and flexed "maybe later."

	"WHAT!?!?!"

	"It's a joke kid!"

	"Stop callin me that.  The name's -"

	"Frank, okay?" John looked back at Mark "your call."

	"Well..." Mark was back to scratching his chin "I'm thinking John there 
must be needing something back on his head before he gets sunburned..."

	"Your hat?  Want your hat back?" Frank already had it off.

	"No... he wants to put your t-shirt on his head."

	"What?"

	"Works for me" John held out his hand "hey, you'll get it back."

	"C'mon!" Frank knew where this might be leading "I mean... it's like broad 
daylight out here!"

	"And John's getting a sunburn as a result" Mark smile innocently "you 
refuse you lose..."

	"C'mon!"

	"You refusing?"

	"No... I mean..." Frank looked behind him, maybe hoping someone like that 
James asshole might return and save his butt.  But no matter how hard he 
tried to catch anyone's attention he was solo on this one.  He muttered 
under his breath and tugged his favorite Packers t-shirt free of his shorts 
and pulled it over his head.  Before he changed his mind, Mark took it from 
him and handed it to John.  But John just tucked it into the gap beside his 
seat.

	"Hey I thought y'were gonna wear it!" Frank sat there, suddenly aware of 
how his musculature compared with Mark's next to him.  He was toned and 
honed but compared to the dude next to him, he felt like the ninety-pound 
weakling.

	"Maybe next time" Mark held out his fist.  Frank was determined to 
continue.

	This time it was scissors, scissors, paper, Mark swearing at his loss.

	"Fuck okay which one of you..."

	"Frank, your call" John was busy negotiating a semi on their right.

	"Okay..." Frank saw the semi easing by on their right as well "soon as we 
pull even with the fuckin rig, your shirt is mine!" at least that way he 
would not feel so naked "unless John there vetoes..."

	"No veto from me" John looked at the semi and started to slow as they 
pulled up next to it.

	"Your funeral... Frank" and just like that Mark pulled his polo shirt over 
his head, catching the look from the semi driver as he did.  He even gave 
him a flex or two as he handed his shirt to Frank, hearing a horn toot as he 
did.  Frank was too busy pulling the shirt on fast to look to his right.  He 
had his arms and head through the openings before he noticed Mark's fist 
pointed at him.  His gaze went up the arm to the amazing mass of muscles on 
his arms, to this corded shoulders and then to those huge hard pecs dusted 
with stubble.  It took him a few seconds to catch his breath.

	"What?" Mark saw the eyes travel over his body.

	"Man..." Frank didn't know what to say that would not sound lame, or worse 
"you... you... shave?  You like a professional or something?"

	"Oh, is that what you were looking at?"  Mark gave him a double biceps and 
received the gulp in response "totally impressive or what?"

	"I g-g-gguess..." Frank sat there looking at Mark's chest, remembering he 
was wearing this dude's shirt!  Too freaky!  But the fist pointed at him 
would not go away.  He looked at John for support but saw his fist pointing 
at him as well.  Perfect time to run and hide in the john, he thought.  He 
put John's regulation hat back on and held out his fist like he expected 
Mark to cut it off.

	This time it was rock scissors scissors, John smiling behind his 
sunglasses.

	"Well well well you two" he looked in the rear view mirror "the 
possibilities..."

	"C'mon what's it gonna be?" Frank knew he was fucked.  All he could hope 
was that John was not the ringleader of this game.  After all he was a 
busdriver, and it was Mark who seemed to be running this show.  Whatever he 
thought up, they would both have to do it, so it would not be too weird, 
right?

	"Okay, how about kicking this up a notch" John eased back into the right 
lane, very little traffic around "Mark?  Frank?"

	"What's it gonna be chief?" Mark folded his big arms over his chest, almost 
daring him.

	"Both of you..." John lowered his voice "lose the pants."

	"WHAT!?!?!" Frank started to yell then choked down the volume.  This would 
NOT be the time to wake the bus "you ain't serious!"

	"John...?" Mark raised his eyebrow "you sure?"

	"C'mon Mark veto this shit or something!"

	"Can't do that" from John "he lost too."

	"See what you started?" Mark looked at Frank like it was his fault.

	"I started?  I started?" but Frank knew he was right.  If he could have 
thought of some stunts - some clean stunts!-maybe this would not have taken 
the turn it did.  Frank was pissed.  And the person he was most pissed at 
was himself "c'mon a joke's a joke!  Okay?  I just KNOW you're kidding 
right?"

	Frank looked over at Mark and almost flipped when he saw Mark's hand go to 
his waist.

	"Are you nuts?  The whole place can see..."

	"You started it" and Mark unsnapped his shorts and then unzipped his fly.  
Frank wanted to watch and not at the same time.  But Mark lifted his butt as 
he pulled the shorts down to the floor.  Frank heard a soft "ahem!" from 
John who held out his hand.  When Frank saw Mark get out of his seat to hand 
John his shorts he almost crawled under his seat.  Mark sat back down, his 
gray boxers and his socks the only thing between him and total nakedness.  
When Mark turned to him next Frank wanted to disappear "well?"

	"Well what?"

	"Your shorts dude..."

	"C'mon there's gotta be some way..."

	"Well..." Mark gave his balls a tug "I could make you do it tonight in 
front of all the guys."

	"What?" this time Frank knew better than to scream and alert the whole bus 
"you crazy?"

	"Oh he's crazy all right" John chuckled "but it would be my call.  So lose 
the pants now or... spend the rest of the week with the word 'wuss' on your 
forehead."

	"You wouldn't!"

	"He would..." Mark continued to scratch his crotch "I'm an amateur compared 
to that guy."

	"Y'got five seconds or you default" from John" one..."

	"C'mon" Frank panicked "I can't... I mean..."

	"Two."

	"Dudes, I ain't go no underwear on!" he hissed at Mark.

	"Then you're fucked" Mark answered.

	"Three."

	"C'mon I can't..."

	"You started it" Mark was all condolences.

	"Four..."

	"Fuck this" and Frank started tugging at his belt.  Before he heard "five" 
the shorts were open and around his knees.  He had some difficulties getting 
them over his shoes but with as much stalling as he could manage, they were 
off.  When he saw John holding out his hand, he looked at Mark.

	"Please Mark" Frank begged "don't make me..."

	"The kid don't wanna stand up and hand them to you..."

	"C'mon Mark, you hand this to John okay?"

	"You asking me for a favor?"

	"Yes please!"

	"John?" Mark looked at the mirror.

	"Up to you" John looked back.

	"Kid you owe me a favor" Mark again stood up, giving the whole aisle a few 
of the gray material glued to his butt.  Frank thought he heard some 
comments but was too freaked to turn around.  He sat there tugging the 
bottom of Mark's large shirt down to the seat covering his naked crotch.

	"You'll get them back when we get there."

	"Before!" Frank whispered as loud as he could "before the guys wake up!  
Before they start getting off."

	"Speaking of..." John smirked in the mirror and held out his fist.

	"C'mon! No more!" Frank had enough of playing strip poker or whatever with 
these two adults.  He knew he had jumped in the deep end and was now way 
over his head with these guys who knew no fear "how do we stop this shit?"

	"It don't stop until..." Mark smiled at Frank trying to hide his nakedness 
with his shirt "somebody dares somebody to do something and they chicken 
out.  Got it?"

	"But..."

	"So unless you wanna wear the 'wuss tattoo' all week, y'better think of 
something one of us can't do" looking at John "and that don't include 
driving blindfold or something stupid like that okay?"

	"Okay..." Frank had to win the next round.  He had to think of something 
for one of them to do that no fuckin way they'd do!  But what?  His shaking 
fist went out.

	This time it was rock scissors scissors, Mark smug as all hell.  Frank 
wanted to call it quits but then realized John would have to do it too.  So 
it couldn't be all that bad.

	"Well...?" John turned his head "what has the student for the master?"

	"Hmmm..." Mark's chin was scratched instead "like you say let's 'kick it up 
a notch', right?  A BIG notch..."

	When Frank heard that he wanted to quit, even if it meant wearing the sign 
on his forehead.  But the dude was driving!  It couldn't be anything really 
really bad.  Frank was just getting his heart to stop pounding when he 
heard,

	"Let's see you two hard and jacking..."

	Frank just froze.  He didn't look at Mark, he didn't look behind him, and 
whatever was happening outside his window was the other side of the planet 
for all he noticed.  He wanted Mark to repeat that because there was NO WAY 
he heard what he thought he heard.  Maybe if he held his breath until he 
passed out, he would wake up at the training camp and this whole busride 
would be a bad dream.  But the sun coming through all the windows, tinted 
but still letting the world see in, and the soft whirring of the vents told 
him this was no dream; this was all too real.  He sat there staring at his 
shoes, hoping something, anything would happen.

	Then something happened.  He heard the soft raspy sound of someone's 
zipper.  He had no zipper, and Mark sitting next to him wearing only his 
boxers sure as fuck had no zipper.  He did not want to look up, he did not 
want to know who just unzipped their fly.

	"Go on Frank" he heard John say.  Then Frank made the mistake of his life; 
he looked up.  And he saw the bus driver sitting there, one hand on the 
wheel, one hand pulling something fleshy and long up from his crotch.  Frank 
almost had to rub his eyes to see what he did not believe.  John was 
exposing himself.  And worse he was pulling on his cock.  And worse than 
that his cock was growing.  The dude was getting himself hard!

	When Frank thought nothing could be worse he felt his cock no longer 
shriveling but no way! he felt himself start to chub as the blood left his 
face and started running down to his dick.  He stared at his shoes, tugging 
down the front of Mark's shirt, trying to cover his growing cock.  Could 
this get worse?

	"You heard me... hard and jacking" from somewhere on his left.  When he saw 
Mark reach for the bottom of his shirt Frank pushed away his hand.  When he 
did the bottom of the shirt sprang up like a spring exposing his balls and 
the base of something hard pointing upwards.  Before Mark said another word, 
Frank reached beneath and gave his cock two quick yanks.

	"There!  Okay?"

	"There what?"

	"I did it" Frank whispered "what you said."

	"Show me.  Show John."

	But all Frank did was tighten the shirt over his hard tube, outlining it 
beneath the material.  His hand gave another quick yank, alarmed how hard it 
had grown,

	"That's all..." Frank lowered his face.  No way did he want to see their 
expressions.

	"A deal's a deal" John pulled his hand away from his cock, hard and resting 
against the wheel.  He held out his fist daring them to continue.

	"No no more please..." Frank knew he was beaten.

	"Up to you..." Mark was enjoying the squirming guy next to him no end "but 
I'm thinking if you forfeit now, John and me got lots of things for you to 
do this week, right John?"

	"Maybe..." his fist still out, his cock still standing and throbbing.

	"C'mon not the wuss on my head!"

	"Worse than that" Mark nodded down at what Frank was trying to hide "just 
imagine doing what you and John did in front of the whole team!"

	"No please!" Frank's voice now a hoarse whisper.  When he saw Mark's go out 
he knew he had to do it one more time.  He had to win one.

	Again the three shakes and this time it was paper, rock, rock.  John tucked 
his hardon away as he pulled into the left lane.  Frank looked at the semi 
ahead with horror.

	"Guess it's time to return the favor" John made himself as presentable as 
he could with a large lump filling out the front of his dress pants "okay 
you two, your turn."

	"Turn for what?" Frank gulped, looking at Mark then John's sunglasses in 
the aisle mirror.

	"It seems Frank here has all the gay issues..."

	"I ain't gay" he whispered back, his voice now hoarse and raspy.

	"Then this'll be easy for you" John smirked "you won't have to worry about 
getting turned on doing it."

	"Doing what?"

	"I'm going to pull up alongside this semi.  And when I do you two are going 
to put on a little show for them.  A little display of what two jocks can do 
for each other."

	"John....?" Mark raised his eyebrow "remember we are in public here.  
Nothing too... blatant okay?"

	"Blatant?  You mean sexual?" John asked.  Frank lowered himself in his 
seat, just knowing somebody heard that.

	"Exactly.... so what must we two do when...?" nodding at the fishbowl they 
were in.

	"Seeing how Frank there is shy about touching himself" John grabbed himself 
"unlike some guys around here."

	"No shit..." Frank croaked.

	"You are going to do it for him..."

	"Wha...?" Frank did not hear that right.

	"And since you both lost, Frank you will return the favor."

	"I gotta do what?"

	"Simple" John started gaining on the semi "whatever Mark does, you do.  
It's like 'monkey see monkey do', got it?"

	"You sure about this?" Mark looked at Frank and then at the mirror.

	"Starting now..." the distance closing fast "and not just grabbing dicks -  
that too!  I wanna see those hands all over, chest, arms, belly... and yes 
dicks.  Go!" and the front of the bus came even with the rear tires of the 
semi.  John saw the driver's face in the rear view mirror and nodded.  The 
driver nodded back, thinking nothing of it.

	"C'mon Mark..." Frank almost pulled away from him "this is too faggy.  You 
ain't actually gonna..." but then Mark's hand was rubbing up and down 
Frank's left arm.

	"You heard the man..." Mark was going to enjoy this.  If there was 
something John knew he got off on, it was some dudes rubbing his muscles 
"what I do, you do.  Unless you forfeit!"

	"I ain't fuckin forfeiting" Frank swore, determined now to get even, no 
matter what.  He was already thinking of something to make them do, 
something they would really regret.  His hand went out and started rubbing 
up and down Mark's massive forearm.  When Mark's hand went to his corded 
bicep, Frank's hand did the same.  Then Mark's hand went to Frank's shoulder 
and then to his chest, Frank had to follow.  Except Frank's hand was rubbing 
naked smooth hard muscle while Mark's hand was rubbing Frank's tight muscles 
through his shirt.  Then Mark's hand went south, down to where Frank's other 
hand was tugging like crazy, trying to keep the hem of the shirt covering 
his crotch.

	There was a brief struggle as Mark's hand went beneath the shirt, finally 
pulling it free of Frank's frantic grip.  But Frank was no match for Mark's 
strength as Mark started rubbing the thin line of hairiness up past Frank's 
navel up to the smooth tight crease between his two pecs.  Frank tried to 
keep his right hand covering his exposed genitals but the way Mark's hand 
was all over his chest, tugging the shirt higher and higher, Frank was 
frozen.

	"Your hand's gotta do the same shit to me dude" Mark tugged the shirt 
higher, rubbing the thin line of hairiness between Frank's flat plates of 
tight muscles.  Frank was too busy trying to keep his hand on Mark's hard 
pecs to notice they had pulled along side the semi, the driver glancing over 
once, then again.  The third time he looked into the bus, he knew he was not 
imagining it.  There were two dudes, more naked than not, feeling each other 
up like cheap dates.  He did the only thing appropriate; he honked his horn.

	Frank wheeled around to see a grinning face looking in the window at him.  
They were at approximately the same level, the semi driver a bit higher.  
Which only gave him a better view when Mark tugged the shirt up and behind 
Frank's head, John's hat bouncing to the floor.  Now that Frank was exposed, 
John started easing the bus forward until he was a few lengths past the 
semi.  That's when Mark's hand went south, down the narrow trail of hairs 
down to Frank's belly and down to what his right hand was trying to hide.  
Again Mark's superior strength forced his hand away, and had a tight grip on 
Frank's cut teen cock.  Frank's left hand came down in a futile attempt to 
stop the slow steady yanking of his cock.

	"Use that hand to do me, just like this..." Mark's hand was tugging and 
squeezing "or forfeit!"

	"But..."

	"Do it or forfeit!"

	"It's too gay!"

	"Forfeit and the whole team watches..."

	"Fuck you..." but Frank's hand started tugging at the waistband of Mark's 
boxers.  When Mark lifted his butt off the seat, allowing Frank to tug them 
down as best he could, Frank knew he was totally and completely fucked.  
When he saw what he had to grab he was even more fucked.

	"Dude your dick!"

	"What about it?"

	"It's got... a thing in it."

	"Touch it... rub it... like this..." and Mark's hand gave a demonstration.  
Frank swore he'd make them pay, but his hand started to rub up and down that 
cock.  He had never felt an uncut cock before; hell he never felt ANY cock 
before.  But once he figured out the skin moved, it actually could slide up 
and down, he got the hang of it.  When he felt the flesh start to swell 
under his grip he started to freak.  And boy did he freak when he felt 
Mark's hand get his cock harder than he ever felt before.  Soon they both 
had each other hard, their hands glued to each other's dicks.  So neither of 
them noticed when the semi came up alongside them, again that grinning face 
looking down at their mutual j.o.  This time when Mark heard the horn next 
to them, he ran his hand up and down Frank's belly, Frank doing the same.  
Both their cocks were hard and glowing bright red in the sunlight as John 
pulled the bus forward and this time passed the semi, slipping into the 
right lane before they caused an accident.

	"Okay you two" John looked back almost laughing "Frank there seems to be 
enjoying himself too much" and Frank's hand was off Mark's body and covering 
himself fast.  When he yanked the shirt back over his head and down John 
continued "you had your hand on a guy's cock and he had his on yours.  You 
didn't die of a heart attack even with other guy's... total strangers... 
watching.  Okay?"

	"Damn..." Frank almost said damn you!

	"He'll live" Mark gave a loud slap to Frank's bare thigh, tugging his gray 
boxers up again.  But the way his hard cock stretched the fly half-way open 
it hardly mattered.  He put his fist out catching John's eye.  John did the 
same.

	"What is WITH you two?" Frank sat there "don't you ever let up?"

	"We're giving you a chance to even the score" Mark chortled "but I doubt if 
there's much left that won't shock you."

	"You really did all this... with James before?" Frank almost did not want 
to hear them say sure!  He could never imagine James, uptight conservative 
super-straight James even having any of this on his radar.

	"Yeah right" Mark elbowed him.

	"Then why me?"

	"You looked like somebody who might have fun" from John's fist.

	"You looked like somebody who needed a dose of his own medicine" Mark 
corrected "right?"

	"C'mon... just because..."

	"Just because you thought... what'd you call it 'sandbagging'?"

	"Teabagging!"

	"Whatever" Mark smirked "you make some punk rub his face against your balls 
you think that's pretty heavy shit!  Kid - Frank! you don't know heavy shit" 
a quick glance at John.  He shook his fist at Frank "well?"

	"Okay you win" both fists in his lap "you two are into heavy shit, okay?"

	"You default?"

	"No... I mean..." Frank bit his lip.  No way he was going to admit defeat 
to these two boneheads, not if it meant doing something really REALLY heavy 
in front of the team.  He had to beat them here and now, before this bus got 
to the camp "okay" and out went his fist.

	This time it was paper paper scissors, Frank waving his victory sign in the 
air!  He won!  He did it!

	"Okay einstein..." Mark looked at him "make it good."

	"Remember I'm still driving" John looked back.

	"Okay keep your pants on" Frank laughed at his pun "this one's only for the 
musclehead here, cause I know YOU" looking at John "can't do it?"

	"Do what?"

	"Easy" Frank knew he had him this time.  It was one thing exposing your 
goods to some dude in a truck you'll never see again.  But Frank had a hunch 
this Mark guy was going to be around a least a few days.  Let's see him show 
his face to his teammates after he has flashed all of them! "go take a piss 
in the john back there."

	"Piss in the john?" Mark got worried for a second there "that's it?"

	"Leave the underwear here.  I KNOW you ain't - "  but before he could 
finish Mark stood up in the aisle facing forward, pulled down his boxers and 
started walking down the aisle like he was at home or something.  Even when 
John decided to change lanes, toppling Mark, or rather Mark's dick, into a 
face or two, he kept going like this was the most normal thing in the world. 
  Frank got up the nerve to turn and watch the progress, even seeing a head 
or two turn as Mark passed.  Man, talk about waking the dead!  Frank ducked 
down in his seat, not wanting the guys running to the front asking him what 
this was all about!  Especially James.  Frank started praying James was 
asleep now, his trump card backfiring like crazy.  Maybe he should have made 
John do it too, even if it meant pulling the bus over!  That sure as hell 
would have gotten all the guys awake!

	Frank heard the door to the john open, in part because he was glancing back 
waiting for it.  And damn if it didn't look like that musclehead bastard 
gave that freakshow cock a few tugs in the john because it sure as fuck 
looked a lot bigger.  It wasn't full hard sticking straight out but it sure 
as fuck wasn't soft.  Now Frank really fucked up!  All the guys were going 
to flood the front of the bus asking questions.  Frank wanted to jump over 
the railing and off the bus no mistake.

	"Good idea" Mark plopped down in his seat, naked and smiling "didn't know I 
had to go so bad."

	"Fuck..." Frank gave Mark one look then looked away.  It was almost like 
Mark was shoving it in his face.  When Mark did shove his fist in front of 
his face Frank knew the ordeal was far from over.

	"Frank?" John's fist was held out as well "do you wish to continue or not?"

	"No I do not" Frank held out his fist "but I'm gonna anyway" and shook out 
the count of three.  This time it was paper paper rock.  Frank really wanted 
off the bus now.

	"Well..." John looked back at him "Mark any ideas?"

	"Well Frankie here's so keen on flashing - "

	"No please not that!" Frank saw his stunt backfire more "don't make me go 
back there!"

	"No not that" Mark looked at John's reflection "not with this dude driving. 
  You almost tossed me into some guys' laps back there!"

	"Purely accidental I'm sure."

	"Accidental my ass!" Mark snapped his fingers "perfect!"

	"What's perfect?" Frank felt his breakfast protesting again.

	"That semi around anywhere?"

	"They're still behind us" John checked the exterior mirror "why?"

	"They saw the dick show last time" Mark chuckled "this time they get your 
famous moon show you were bragging about before."

	"What?" Frank looked at the two "you want me to moon the truckers?"

	"You got it" Mark looked at John "you vetoeing?"

	"Knowing you it's more than mooning" John pulled into the right lane and 
started slowing "what else Mark?"

	"You got that WD-40 handy?"

	"No Mark, that I would veto" John cranked his head around "not here on the 
bus."

	"No, not like that" Mark whistled "and I'm shocked you even suggested it!"

	"What?  Suggested what?" Frank looked between the two, more at John than 
that naked ass Mark next to him.  When he heard mooning he thought he was 
getting off easy.  Shit, he and the guys would moon passing cars like crazy. 
  Of course it was dark and with the tinted windows the victims saw little 
more than a pale suggestion pressed against the glass.  But even in broad 
daylight Frank thought he could pull it off.

	"Show him" Mark told John.

	"Just as long as... you know what I'm talking about" and he reached into 
his travel box next to his left foot.  With a bit of shuffling and rattling, 
he transferred the object to his right hand and passed it over.

	"John here's all afraid I'm gonna use this to fuck your ass" Mark saw 
Frank's face freeze with total horror "but no one's getting fucked today... 
sorry" Mark chuckled.

	"You are both out of your fuckin minds if you think for one minute I'm 
going to let anyone... buttfuck..." Frank barely could allow himself to form 
the words.

	"Like I said relax your lucky date will have to wait" Mark took the small 
spray can from John's extended hand "see this?"

	"What about it?" Frank knew what WD-40 was.  He also knew it was for 
repairing cars and shit "what are you gonna - "

	"Not what I'm gonna do... what you're gonna do."

	"What you think I'm gonna do with that?" Frank smirked "fix your squeaky 
hinges?"

	"Simple enough" Mark handed it to Frank "when that semi catches up with 
us... if it ever catches up with us..." looking at John.

	"Another two or three minutes" John was watching the semi's progress behind 
them.

	"Well there ya are" Mark folded his huge arms in front of him "when it 
passes us this time you're gonna moon them."

	"What's this for then?"

	"When ya moon them, that's gonna be stickin outa your ass" Mark looked at 
John "like a cork in a bottle."

	"Veto!" Frank yelled "c'mon John y'gotta veto this!"

	"I'm thinking about it" John answered without turning.  He was doing 
everything to pace the approaching semi "two minutes."

	"Come ON!" Frank looked at the container.  It was maybe five inches long 
and at least an inch and a half wide.  No way he was going to stick the cap 
end in his hole; the plastic cover for the aerosol nozzle would get stuck 
inside him in seconds.  He pulled off the cap, the nozzle even worse.  It 
meant the flat bottom would have to go up his shithole.  No taper, no 
gradual easing into him.  It would be just a hard painful shove to make it 
work "how the hell I supposed...?"

	"It's grease in a can okay?"

	"It's fuckin toxic!" Frank read the contents "no way I'm sprayin my butt 
with this!"

	"Kid's right - I mean Frank's right" from John "better use this" and he 
tossed a giant tin of crisco on the floor.

	"John what are you doing with..." Mark reached down and picked it up before 
it started rolling all over the bus.

	"Works just fine on the brakes" John kicked his box back under the seat 
"don't know what you use it for."

	"You're both nuts!" Frank looked at the tin Mark handed him "I ain't..."

	"Frank here thinks I want him to put the tin up his ass" Mark shook his 
head "no einstein, you use the shortening to smear your ass.  Then that 
little tiny tube goes right up you quick as lightning."

	"Speaking of lightning" John grunted over his shoulder "here they come" and 
eased into the left lane.  Mark opened the tin in Frank's hands and lifted 
out a big dollop of the while grease.

	"You want me to do it?"

	"You're sick y'know that?"

	"Yeah... has a familiar ring to it" shoving his greased fingers at Frank 
"well?"

	"Fuck you both" Frank eased off the seat, trying to crouch and turn towards 
Mark at the same time.  Mark slid into the aisle to make room "damn don't do 
that!  The whole bus can see!"

	"Then y'better hurry before they see my ass hanging over the side."

	"Fuck you fuck you..." Frank chanted, reaching into the tin and lifting the 
tiniest amount of grease onto his finger.  Mark helped by smearing what was 
still on his hands into Frank's crotch.  Frank swore and did his best to 
slide as much as he could off his balls and back towards his butt hole.  
Mark helped by smearing another dollop onto Frank's bare left buttcheek, and 
again Frank had to wipe it off, smearing more back where his fingers found 
the pucker.  When the first greased finger found the ring and started to 
slide in he knew this was not going to be easy.  But he pushed more and more 
of the grease into himself, hoping it would be enough.

	"Showtime" he heard John announce from his side of the bus.  He picked up 
the small metal container, almost letting it slip from his grip.  He turned 
his ass towards the window, knowing the guys in back could see enough to 
know he was mooning.  He swore he heard some comments but his worry was the 
dark shadow he could almost glimpse outside coming up next to him.  He had 
the greasy tube pressing into his pucker when he heard a loud horn.  He 
jumped and his hand pushed the container and damn! he just shoved the damn 
thing into his butt!

	"Okay take your hand away" Mark barked "press your ass against the window 
now!"

	"But..." Frank's eyes were tearing with the discomfort.  He heard the clank 
of metal touching glass and pressed back against the window, feeling the 
tube pressing deeper into his hole.

	"Okay now grab your cheeks and spread them.  Do it!"

	Frank knew the worst was over.  He grabbed his cheeks and pulled them 
apart, knowing his hairy crack, his asshole, the cap end halfway out of his 
butt everything was  there for the semi to see.  He heard a double honk of 
the semi's horn and felt Mark's hand on his shoulder.

	"That's a big thumbs up good buddy!" Mark slapped him on his shoulder "they 
gave you a big seal of approval."

	"Can I..." Frank tried to swivel back into his seat "can it..."

	"You can take it out now Frank" John waved at the semi as it pulled away 
from them.

	"Fuckin maniacs!" Frank reached behind and eased the metal container out of 
his ass.  It fell to the floor with a loud clang.  He was about to sit down 
when he thought better of the idea.  Still half crouching he pulled Mark's 
polo shirt over his head and pushed it onto the seat beneath his butt 
"that'll serve ya!"

	"So ya got your grease on my shirt, big deal" Mark looked at Frank, both of 
them now total bare ass naked.  He looked the other way at the two sitting 
behind the driver's partition, but either they were asleep or doing a good 
imitation of it.  Seeing Mark's glance Frank hazarded a quick look as well.

	"You know them?" Mark asked.

	"I know Bennie, not the other one" Frank dreaded hearing this all come out 
from Bennie.  Luckily Bennie was very shy and not one to go around telling 
outrageous tales of sexual misdeeds on the team's bus.  When he saw Mark's 
fist go out he let out a loud deep groan.  John heard it and glanced in the 
mirror.  Then his fist was out too.

	"Catch up round" Mark waited for Frank's fist to join theirs "I can't wait 
to think of what evil revenge you can come up with.  Your last one was just 
too..."

	"Okay okay y'made your point" Frank knew there was not much more they could 
do to him now.  And that word "revenge" was all he could hear right now.  So 
his fist went out as well.  Shit, maybe he could win some clothes back or 
something.  Again three shakes and this time it was rock rock paper.  Frank 
had to think fast.

	"Okay make it good" Mark snorted "none of this baby-ass streakin shit."

	What was he going to do?  He could make them cough up his clothes, his damn 
t-shirt for starters.  But then what?  So he got to get dressed again, but 
there would just be another round, he would lose, and be right back where he 
started.  No, this time Frank had to bring this little game down around 
their heads.  He had to make them, both of them! do something they had to 
forfeit on.  These two had no problems making him do totally fag things?  
Well time to turn the tables!  Frank thought up the nastiest, most skanky, 
totally impossible thing for them to do.  And he knew this time he would 
win!  Finally!

	"Okay this one involves both of you" Frank lowered his voice "but you both 
ain't doing the same thing."

	"What is it?" Mark tried to sound bored.

	"This one you're both gonna really get off on" Frank glared at Mark 
"especially you."

	"How?  Do what?"

	"You heard me" Frank delivered the fatal punch "you're gonna get off" 
making sure John heard "and you!  You're gonna swallow!"

	"Say what?" from John "say that again."

	"I wanna see you swallow musclestud's cum" Frank folded his arms over his 
chest, mocking Mark.

	"I can't do that!" John spun around.

	"Why? Don't you suck cock?" fuck it if anybody heard.  Hell an audience 
right now would only make it sweeter.

	"I'm driving a damn bus in case you haven't noticed!"

	"Are you forfeiting?" smiling at John "you?  You forfeiting?" looking at 
Mark "cause I doubt you're gonna stand there and let John suck you off!"

	"He has to suck me off or swallow my cum?"

	"Same thing einstein!" Frank was going to get back at him.  His hole was 
still sore, and greasy as hell!  By the time he got off this fucking bus, 
his ass would be clean.  Can't say the same for your shit, muscledick!

	"Not really" Mark's hand went to his crotch "your exact words were 'I wanna 
see you swallow musclehead's cum', right?"

	"Musclestud, but same thing."

	"You wanna see me swallow his cum?" from John "that's my punishment?"

	"No way you're gonna do it" Frank practically glowed with triumph "you 
ain't gonna swallow a dude's spunk!"

	"What if I do?"

	"Don't bother, I know you ain't gonna."

	"If I do, we do one last round.  Agreed?"

	"Fuck sure!" Frank shrugged "but you ain't gonna.  Dude we're talkin about 
some guy's jizz!  Nobody swallows jizz!"

	"You agree if I swallow Mark's cum, you play one last round, right?"

	"I fuckin agree" Frank smirked "for what it's worth."

	"John?" Mark looked at him "really?"

	"Yeah, do it..." and right in front of Frank and the whole world Mark 
started pulling on his cock.  As soon as he did Frank got worried.  It was 
one thing before when they were tugging each other's dicks, but would he 
really sit there out in the open and start jacking for real?  Frank stole a 
few glances at the crotch next to him.

	"It's okay you can watch" Mark started a steady tug, his hand still greasy 
from before.  When he got his dick lubed and shiny, and it started to fill 
out Frank sat there staring "good, it makes me hot when dudes look at my 
dick."

	"Damn..." Frank had never seen another person actually jerk his meat.  He 
could never even imagine it.  So all their fucking around before was too 
impossible to register in his brain completely.  But sitting here naked and 
exposed, watching another guy inches from his butt pulling his cock, and a 
big uncut one with a totally weird ring coming out the end, well Frank had 
to stare.  Because he couldn't believe he was seeing what he was seeing.  He 
stole a quick glance to the two behind John, but they were asleep, although 
he thought he saw that one guy's eyes flutter slightly before he looked 
over.  When he looked at Mark's crotch again, he was hard.  Hard and shiny.

	"Shit y'got that crisco all over your dick" Frank crinkled his nose "how's 
he supposeta blow you if that stuff's - "

	"You didn't say anything about blowjobs" Mark's rhythm was speeding up.  
Before Frank could respond Mark's hips started bucking and quivering and 
while he sat there staring, Mark's cock swelled and just started emptying a 
load into Mark's waiting hand.  He managed to catch most of it, but some hit 
the railing in front of them.  Before Frank could catch his breath Mark 
stood up, his hard shiny cock still dripping a bit, and held his cupped palm 
in front of John's face.  Frank groaned "no!" as John leaned forward, 
lapping up the spilled remains of Mark's orgasm.  Mark slid back into his 
seat, wiping his crotch with his gray boxers "okay?"

	"No..." Frank moaned "no... he wasn't supposed to!  Dude, NO one eats CUM!"

	"I just did" John rubbed his chin and lips, showing Frank the stickiness 
"you just lost.  You were betting the farm I wouldn't do it.  I did it" he 
held out his fist still showing a few splotches "last turn."

	"No!" Frank looked at Mark, his cock almost clean again but still big and 
red "that wasn't supposed to happen!"

	"I wasn't supposed to cum?" Mark chuckled "dude whatdya think happens when 
ya jack off!"

	"No I mean..." seeing Mark's fist go out "no..."

	"You agreed.  Man did you ever agree."

	"But I thought..."

	"You thought you made a bet you couldn't lose" Mark slammed his fist into 
Frank's shoulder "well too bad, you fuckin lost."

	"But... but..." Frank sat there, still naked and now even worse off.  He 
could not lose anymore.  Last chance, one in three right?  He could not lose 
this one.  If he could just survive this one.  He prayed if his won this one 
he would just get his clothes and never ever again get involved with 
anything like this.  Ever!  He was praying when he inched his fist forward.  
Shake, shake, and it was paper paper rock.  Frank was screwed.

	"Two outa three!" he yelled "come on!"

	"Too late for bargaining.  You know the rules.  We're almost there right 
John?"  Mark asked.

	"Ten, fifteen tops."

	Frank looked out the window seeing more buildings.  They were now on a two 
lane highway.  Fuck at least no more semis looking at him, he thought.  He 
covered himself fast,

	"We gotta get dressed right?" Frank's stomach lurched "you ain't gonna make 
me stay naked!  Please!"

	"Naw nothing like that" Mark looked at John "unless you - "

	"He can get dressed" John was busy maneuvering the bus in the increasing 
traffic.  When they stopped at the light he tossed Frank's t-shirt at him.  
Mark found John's dirty hat and passed it back to him.

	"Okay" Frank was so relieved he handed Mark's shirt to him as well.  When 
he started pulling up his shorts man did he realize his omission!  His 
greasy butt was going to stain his shorts for everyone to see.  Fuck, he 
would have to go bare-chested, he told himself, and tie the t-shirt around 
his hips.  Small price to pay.  He was so busy straightening his clothes he 
almost forget everything else then John's voice cut in.

	"In case you were hoping we forgot about your penalty, this is it.  Tonight 
after the reception dinner, when you and your roommates are back in your 
room..."

	"Roommates?  I get roommates?"

	"Several" Mark looked down at his stained polo shirt and shook his head 
"lucky for you I packed more.  You and your roommates are going to be real 
distracted by your little circle jerk - "

	"Our what?" loud enough to start waking a few guys behind them.  Frank 
quickly went back to his hoarse whisper "our... what?"

	"You and your buddies will be so busy with your... circle" Mark looked 
around, seeing guys wake up and start to untangle themselves from their 
seats "they will not object when a few visitors come in and join the party."

	"Visitors?  What visitors?" Frank knew this would never - this COULD never 
happen.  He could not allow it.  With his roommates? "like you two?"

	"Me for one" Mark looked up.

	"I have previous commitments, sorry" John waved his hand then got on the 
intercom making announcements.  That drowned out Mark's final comments.

	"And we'll have camcorders, got it?"

	"No... no WAY!" Frank shouted over John's voice "I can't let you - "

	"You ain't got much choice right?" Mark patted his shoulder "you lost fair 
and square."

	"You tricked me!  This was all a set-up!"

	"Like you tricked me into streaking the bus?  Or all the other - "

	"But that was - "

	"Not supposed to happen right... well it did.  And tonight will happen just 
as easy.  Like greased lightning.  So make sure everyone's nice and naked 
and jerking by... let's say nine?"

	"No.. I won't do it."

	"Frank... you'll do it" Mark patted him again "that's what buds are for, 
right?"

	"You're nuts!"

	"Same as you" Mark got up to leave, but already the aisle was filling up 
with the eager beavers.  John barely had the bus stopped and the door open 
before the avalanche started.  A few guys looked at Frank, starting to make 
snide comments about being shirtless, but the ones behind pushed forward 
before Frank could hear it all.  He knew he heard as loud and clear a few 
guys walk past Mark and say "nice streakin dude!" before they were swept 
forward as well.  Frank just slumped into his chair.  If guys were awake to 
see Mark naked and hard walk to and from the john, then...  Frank just knew 
most if not all of his stunts were witnessed by at least one or two of his 
teammates.  He was totally fucked.



	Frank sprinted the distance to the huge fancy building and inside, somehow 
finding time to find another, a clean t-shirt! and toss it over his head, 
already sick of the comments about his "exhibitionist" tendencies.  He hoped 
it was the bare chest and nothing else and he forced his way to the front of 
the line,

	"Who are my roommates?"

	"Name please?" the guy behind the desk ignored all the protests from the 
rest of the line.

	"Frank... Frank Messman."

	"Yer a mess allright" he heard several times as the guy repeated the room 
number twice.

	"What? Who are they?" Frank took his kit and key.

	"Six ten" the guy repeated.

	"But who are - "

	"Okay who's next?" and Frank was pushed aside as the guys in line rushed 
the table.  He knew he had little chance of getting any more information 
from him.  He dashed up the stairs then squeezed his way into the departing 
elevator.  "Six" was already lit.  Frank looked around, dreading who it 
might be.

	"Geez Frank hope you're gonna clean up first" and there was Sam laughing at 
him.

	"Ah... er... hey Sam" Frank made sure Sam didn't see his backside "what 
room -"

	"Six oh four, you?"

	"Down the hall same floor" Frank wanted to wipe the sweat from his forehead 
but the guys were jammed in the car tight.  It stopped on four and two guys 
got out.  One was a dude named Brian they both knew from school.  Frank 
looked around the thinning car.  He nodded at his teammate John and Fritzie? 
  whose real name was like Francisco or something, but the guys called him 
Fritzie for no reason.  He was as German as a burrito.  Two other guys he 
didn't know - no, one he did know from school but his brain was not firing 
right.  Fritzie and one guy he didn't know got off on five.  That left him 
and Sam and John and one other dude.  The door opened on six and they 
started to fan out.  Soon they were all heading the same direction.  They 
got to Sam's door first.

	"Where are you?" Sam tried his key and the door opened.  No one was inside.

	"I guess..." John looked at the numbers "end of the hall... there."

	"What's your room number?"

	"Six ten" John and Frank answered simultaneously.  Well Frank found his 
roommate!

	"Cool" Sam looked at Frank "come by when you're settled."

	"Cool" Frank knocked fists as Sam disappeared and closed the door "what 
about you?" looking at the dude nobody knew.

	"Guess we're all six ten" he answered and headed towards the end of the 
hall.  As John suspected it was the last door on the right.  The guy tried 
his key first, and it opened.  They went in single file.  John noticed it 
first,

	"Two beds."

	"Three guys" Frank looked at the third guy "who are you?"

	"Who are you guys?" was his answer.

	"We're North... baseball...I'm Frank, this mutt is John..."

	"Mutt?" John punched him in his shoulder.

	"Or worse" Frank punched back.  They knew each other from the team, not the 
best of friends but more "friends of friends" they would call it.

	"I'm Jerry" he held out his hand "I think we played you guys once.  Falls" 
he reminded them.

	"Falls?  You play for Falls?"

	"Yeah, short stop... why?"

	"Now I remember you" John threw his bag on one of the beds "you did like 
three double-plays one game against...?"

	"Yeah, two years back" Jerry tossed his bag on the other bed "we beat those 
Calumet punks bad that day."

	"You mean you did" John whistled "you were like awesome!"

	"Thanks..." looking at Frank "what you play?"

	"Bat boy" Frank looked at the two beds "on a good day."

	"He's like our awesome right fielder" John rolled his eyes "sometimes even 
steps in as catcher."

	"Only thing I can catch is a cold" Frank looked at John.  John was an okay 
dude.  But having him here, having them both here!  How in the hell was he 
going to pull off what those total maniacs in the bus were threatening?

	"Don't believe him" John looked at the two beds "so how we do this?  We 
like flip a coin or something?"

	"Hey I'm a little punk" Jerry picked up his bag "and odd-man out right?  I 
can sleep in the chair or something."

	"Naw that's bull!" John looked at Frank "they musta screwed up the room 
assignments or some shit" and then they heard a key in the lock.  The door 
opened and two guys were standing there.

	"Hey Stewie!" John yelled "how'd you get in our room?"

	"Our room y'mean" Stewart Connors the Third, heir apparent to one of the 
more famous and rich Connors branches stood there, both hands returning to 
his matched luggage "what are you guys - "

	"We can't all be in here" Jerry looked at them "this is screwed up!"

	"Yeah but it's real" the other guy came into the room behind Stewie "Mister 
Connors and I already had a few words with the dudes downstairs."

	"This here's Pat... Pat O'Toole? is that right?"

	"Right as rain."

	"He's gonna be a transfer student this year if he don't mess up his 
immigration papers" Stewie smiled.

	"Immigration?  You from - "

	"Iowa okay?" Pat slugged Stewie.  Frank almost choked!  Nobody slugs 
Stewart Connors!  But Stewie laughed and slugged him back,

	"Foreign country as far as I'm concerned!"

	"Iowa?" Jerry looked up at him "shouldn't you be like a wrestler or 
something?"

	"Why? I'm too big to play baseball?" and big he was.  Not big like some of 
the higher weight classes, or big like a lineman, but tall.  And huge in the 
shoulders.

	"Naw, I mean like you could fly around the bases without getting out of 
breath.  But I thought big dudes like you if they are in Iowa are all 
wrestlers!"

	"Not me..." Pat looked around the room "my older brother is.  He's a real 
killer... so what are we doing about the sleeping arrangements.  You guys 
already..."

	"We didn't decide shit" Frank looked at the group, his head already 
pounding with the impending nightmare "you figure it out" and he disappeared 
into the bathroom.  He tried to lock the door but the fucker had no lock!  
This just kept getting worse and worse.

	Even when Little Jerry came in while Frank was cleaning up in the shower it 
kept getting worse.  At least the dude had the sense to warn Frank before he 
flushed.  The water in the shower got hotter than Frank would have guessed 
for such a large fancy place.  He cleaned all the damn stuff out of his ass 
and got into some clean clothes before he was interrupted again.  When he 
was back in the room, the first person he saw was a very naked Pat.  If 
Frank thought he was big before, seeing him naked only confirmed it.  The 
dude's dick soft was as big as that Mark guy's hard!

	"Sorry but I grew up with too many brothers" Pat noticed Frank's surprise 
"if it bothers you..."

	"We're all gonna be seeing more flesh if we're all gonna be packed in here" 
John looked at Frank "y'finished in there?"

	"Yeah..." he tossed his bag onto the floor of one of the two closets "I'm 
heading downstairs to see what's up..."

	"Meet ya down there" John disappeared into the bathroom.

	"I'll go with ya... unless" Jerry had already changed into something less 
"rival school" and was wearing the unofficial uniform of all jocks in their 
state.  The ever popular green and gold.  Pat for one would have to get with 
the program.  Unless he was going to run around butt naked all week, Frank 
thought.  Shit, why didn't those two maniacs single out this big dick 
instead?  Then it hit him!  Pat must have been on his bus!  Most if not all 
of these guys as well!  Frank looked at Jerry,

	"C'mon let's go" and the two headed down the hall.  Frank wanted to throw 
the little guy against the wall, demanding to know what he saw and how much 
he knew!  But Frank would never do that.  Especially when other doors opened 
and more guys they knew or not joined them in the dash for the elevator.



	The various groups headed for lunch and then broke away to their respective 
areas, the baseball players directed to the field beyond the football 
gridiron.  There were the usual exchange of "pleasantries" between the 
groups but Frank noticed none of the usual name-calling or taunts he would 
have expected from the "minnows" as they were called.  What they usually 
called the baseball players he did not hear.  Maybe it was the wind.  After 
the warm-up exercises and usual routines they had an informal pick-up game 
against the other guys from the various schools.  Frank learned this was 
part of a new program to bring star talent from various local schools into 
their training program.  He smelled a money maker for his school, but the 
whole issue of their training camp fee had not surfaced yet.  He assumed his 
dad wrote a check a few weeks back when the letter came in the mail and that 
was that.  So when all the guys poured onto the bus at the crack of dawn 
Frank almost expected somebody to be standing there checking off their names 
from a list, collaring the deadbeats for non-payment.  As he fielded ground 
balls and ran a few bases he was wishing he had gotten his ass tossed off 
that bus.  Before he knew it whistles were blowing across the field.  First 
thing Frank thought was they were blowing the whistle on him and what he 
did.  No such luck.

	Frank thought the room was bad before lunch; having five guys trying to get 
ready for the big welcome dinner all at once was worse.  At least most of 
them took their showers at the fieldhouse and did not wait to pour into 
their bathroom in a big sweaty pile.  There was more discussion about 
sleeping arrangements but John just suggested they would "work it out" after 
the big dinner.

	"Dudes we got major celebrities with us I hear" he told the group "this 
thing with the room is insignificant when you compare it to that, right?"

	Frank made multiple attempts to talk to John over dinner, trying to get 
from him what he knew about the busride and why he was being so goddamn 
accomodating and shit.  But they were seated at a long table, surrounded by 
most of the baseball team and even some of their best friends the minnows, 
so Frank didn't push it when John just shrugged and smiled, weird lame 
excuses on the menu with the great food.  The whole group was glad to hear 
Coach Tyler say a few words, but for some weird reason they were the only 
ones clapping for him.  At least when the other coaches were introduced, the 
baseball team and well as the others had to courtesy to clap for whoever was 
at the podium.  It was the same story when that Ricky Ruiz was introduced.  
Frank had seen him on ESPN a few times and wanted to run upstairs and 
"google" him but some of the guys were bitching about the lack of modems in 
this fancy place.  Stewie even noticed his FM-CD player was not working 
right, and it was brand-new state-of-the-art!  So much for buying the most 
expensive model, Frank thought.

	After all the festivities they were sent back to their rooms with the 
gloomy prospect of "early morning workouts", so Frank and several of the 
team rode the elevator as soon as they could squeeze in.  By the time Frank 
and Jerry got to their room, the other guys were already there.

	Frank let Jerry go in first in case there was a knock-down, drag-out fight 
going on.  Frank was a real hero that way.  If there was going to be a big 
fight, he would sit it out.  Or in this case sleep in the hallway.

	"Hey..." Jerry came into the room "was that super or what?"

	"Yeah, can you believe Ruiz is here?" Pat was dividing up one of the two 
closets, hanging up his clothes in his "designated zone" as best he could.

	"So you guys decide what goes where?" Jerry watched Pat's actions "or who 
goes where?"

	"We got the closet issue figured out" Stewie chuckled for some odd reason 
"but what about the beds?"

	"Why don't we just draw straws or shit like that?" Pat was carefully 
unfolding what looked like the entire contents of a Gap store.  And they 
thought Stewie packed heavy! "or we -"

	"Straws?" John chuckled "I ain't going into the fields and gather straws 
Pat... but I got these?" and he produced a pack of cards.  He held them up 
for all to see.

	"What?" Jerry looked at the group "we cut cards and then what?"

	"Soon as everyone's unpacked we'll figure out something" John put the pack 
down on one of the endtables.  Frank reached over to look at them; knowing 
John they were probably marked.  But John slapped his hand away "hey hey 
hey! not so fast!"

	"Why I just wanted to - "

	"They ain't marked" John almost said, like last time!  There was an 
incident returning from an away game last season where half the team lost 
their shirts - figuratively - before they realized John had fucked them over 
with marked cards.  His punishment was worse than the teabagging episode 
Frank bragged about in the bus.  Something he wished he never brought up, 
looking around the room, then at his watch.  But the damn cheap piece of 
shit was not working, so he was guessing it was sometime around eight based 
on the deepening twilight outside the window "at least not in that way."

	"Just what way are they 'marked', Johnnie?" Stewie finished his pile of 
clothes, leaving the other suitcase for another day "because I would have 
thought you learned your lesson the last time you pulled that stunt on us."

	"What happened?" Jerry asked.

	"Johnnie the card shark here used some mark cards when the team was playing 
poker once... for money!  By the time the guys figured it out Johnnie here 
had a few thousand... right?"

	"I didn't really... it was just I.O.U's and shit."

	"In this case" Stewie smirked "the word 'shit' meant every watch and ipod 
on the bus... right?"

	"It was a joke okay?"

	"Which backfired on Johnnie here... when we made him - "

	"Spare them the gory details okay?" Frank did not want that can of worms 
opened in front of these other guys "okay?"

	"It was funny in a way" John volunteered "I ended up blindfolded on my 
knees in the back of the bus - "

	"C'mon John!" Frank feared he might admit it.

	"-like a James Bond thing okay?  Famous Russian Spy Captured!" in his 
horrible accent "tortured into confession!"

	"Let it GO John!"

	"-except in Bond films they don't show the part where the prisoner has to 
blow the whole team..." he chuckled and closed the closet door "too fuckin 
funny!"

	"You did what?" Pat smiled but otherwise kept a stone face "you didn't 
really -"

	"It wasn't like I knew who was who okay?  I was blindfolded" John shrugged 
"maybe it wasn't the WHOLE team, like I was keeping count... it just seemed 
like hundreds of - "

	"I think you're making it up" Jerry looked nervous as hell "tryin to just 
yank our chains or shit."

	"Believe it or not..." John sat down on the bed next to Jerry, expecting 
him to jump away.

	"Believe it" Stewie shook his head "and no John it wasn't the whole team.  
It was just - "

	"Shit you're not going to list the names are you?" Frank got up from his 
chair "you crazy or something?"

	"Jeez Frank, chill..." Stewie raised his hands "wasn't like you were one of 
the dudes gettin a free blowjob..."

	"Free?" Pat laughed "why, you usually pay?" looking at Stewie.  He figured 
out in the first five seconds of meeting him, this guy was loaded.  Big 
time.

	"Me? Fuck no" Stewie laughed right back "they pay me!"

	"This should be good for an hour" and John flipped a quarter at Stewie.  
Frank expected Stuart to fly across the room and rearrange John's face, 
never ever seeing anyone give this much shit to pinnacle of society, Stewart 
Connors!  The fucking Third!

	"Save it" he flipped it back "for your gambling debts..."

	"Speaking of gambling..." Jerry nodded at the cards "when we gonna..."

	"You in such a hurry to lose your shirt?" John picked up the pack.

	"Who said anything about my shirt?" Jerry grabbed it protectively "I 
thought we were - "

	"Well that does bring up an interesting idea..." from Stewie of all people 
"we got no tv, no internet, no radio..."

	"Where are we?" Frank tapped his watch "even this piece of shit doesn't 
work?  Are we on the moon or something?"

	"There was something in the packet they gave us" Pat looked around for his 
stuff "it's around here... in all this crap somewhere.  But there was a 
little slip of paper they put in -  real last-minute if you ask me! - about 
bad reception up here... something about all the iron in the ground or 
something..."

	"Iron Hills shit!" Frank snapped "that's way up in the U.P.  We're still in 
the state.  No, what they ain't telling us is we're probably sitting right 
on top of that radar array they put in - "

	"You mean Project Sanguine?  The weird ELF thing?" Pat's eyes went wide "is 
that where we are?"

	"You got it."

	"No wonder nothing works.  But what about people who live around here?  How 
do they...?"

	"You see any towns around here?  Besides a gas station and a quickmart?"

	"Not really... man...."

	"So whatever entertainment we are going to have" Stewie looked at Frank of 
all people "we will have to provide ourselves, right Frank?"

	"Why you asking me?"

	"No reason" he shrugged, the shadow of a smile on his face "so break out 
the cards John my man."

	"Wait!" Jerry held up his hands "no poker!  I don't know how to play" which 
would have provoked a giant laugh in a room of his friends.  Jerry was known 
in most areas as a killer poker player, but he was hoping his infamous 
reputation did not extend to these guys.

	"We'll teach ya" Frank suddenly saw a chink in the wall.  Maybe if he got 
these guys playing poker... but to get them all naked and jacking in the 
next fifty minutes?  No way!

	"Ya right!  You'll clean out the newbie in record time."

	"C'mon you can trust us" Frank pushed against the chink, hoping it would 
widen.

	"No he's right" John looked at Frank "he already knows what a bad ass I 
am."

	"If you can be believed" from Pat.

	"Oh believe it" Stewie right back.  There appeared to be a type of rivalry 
developing between the two.  Friendly, but they were squaring off 
regardless.

	"About the cards I believe" Pat smiled at Stewie "not the rest."

	"Believe what you want" John sat down on the floor between the two beds, 
his back to an end table "so how do we do this?"

	"Do what?" Jerry stayed standing.  He saw problems, big problems, ahead.  
He did not know these guys, and like that Pat guy from out of state, he was 
odd-man-out here.

	"If we can't play poker" giving Jerry a frown, then a bigger one at John 
"we'll have to..."

	"Shit we can just cut cards" Frank widened the chink "that way nobody is at 
a disadvantage, okay?"

	"Cut the cards..." John raised his eyes to Frank "for what?"

	"For the beds, idiot!  What else - "

	"Or we could..." he made sure Frank was looking right at him "kick it up a 
notch?"

	"WHAT!?!?!" Frank felt a terrible lurch in the pit of his stomach "what did 
you say?"

	"Y'know... kick it up a notch... make it more..." looking at Stewie "what 
did you say?  Entertaining?"

	"Like how?" from Pat.

	"I don't know... any ideas Frank?"

	"What you getting at here Johnson?" Frank felt a noose drop around his neck 
"what?"

	"I don't know what history you two got" from Pat "but I get the impression 
everyone's thinking the same thing but no one has the nads to spit it out.  
So I will.  We got a pile of five horny dudes packed into a room for two, 
all trying to figure out how they're gonna get in their daily jack-off when 
they're piled on top of each other right?  So you" looking at John "make up 
some bullshit about blowjobs" looking at Frank "got some secrets to keep 
about..." damn if he didn't wink! "kicking it up a notch right?" before 
Frank could protest he looked at Stewie "and some dudes got their own 
private suites so privacy has never been an issue... even when they are 
'entertaining' overnight guests, right?"

	"Is this some stage routine of yours?"

	"So you have the servants clean up after the cheerleaders spend the night?  
Real operation you got there Stewart."

	"You had cheerleaders over?  Didn't your parents...?" Jerry was almost 
turning green.

	"So we got a problem here guys" Pat looked around the room "c'mon we all 
gotta spend the week together in this fucked up broom closet okay?  The 
sooner we get it all out in the open the easier it will be.  Hell... you 
guys already seen me naked.  You know I ain't what you'd call shy - "

	"Not with what you got!" John had the cards out of the pack "hell if I had 
a dick like that -"

	"I'd do porno" Stewie chuckled "I'd pay them!"

	"That's what my girlfriend keeps saying" Pat chuckled "once she even - I'll 
tell ya that some other time.  But now we need to - "

	"Strip poker is it?" John started shuffling the cards.

	"No poker!" Jerry cut in.

	"Strip Old Maid?" Frank was getting used to that word "strip".  The chink 
was now wide enough to get a hand through.

	"Shit, just cut the cards" Stewie was eager now as well "we can..."

	"We can 'kick it up a notch' Frank?  Any ideas?"

	"John!"

	"What's the matter?" shuffling and shuffling over and over "caught between 
a rock and a... paper place?"

	"What are you two talking about?" Pat smelled something funny.  And it 
wasn't someone cutting the cheese.

	"Knock it off okay?"

	"I guess I'll have to give you guys the rules of this game" Pat sat down on 
the floor next to John "no poker" nodding at Jerry "but just as 
'entertaining' you might say" nodding at Stewie "it's a little game we would 
play back in my school all the time.  A real ice breaker you might say.  And 
a great" looking back at Stewie, then Jerry "social leveler.  No gambling, 
no money, no actual 'hands', just we cut the cards, each guy takes one card. 
  High card, low card, we call it.  Or simply 'High Low' for short."

	"Okay one guy's high, one's low, then what?" John stopped shuffling and put 
the cards face down on the floor.

	"Simple.  Each round the high card guy gets the low card guy to..." looking 
around the room "complete a simple task.  Easy?"

	"What is 'a simple task'?" Jerry was covered in sweat now.

	"Oh stupid shit" Pat shrugged "anything, nothing.  Get cokes from the 
machine, hang up his clothes" looking at Stewie "anything.  If you guys are 
half as ballsy as your bullshit, some of the tasks can get... y'know..."

	"Y'mean like tellin the guy to strip?"

	"For starters... yeah" Pat looked at John "maybe even find out if that 
bullshit about the 'blindfold on your knees' really happened?"

	"You mean..." John gulped "like ordering guys to do sex stuff?"

	"Like I said" looking at Stewie "we got five horny guys in one tiny room 
for five long days.  Real ice breaker."

	"Fuck..." Jerry looked at the roomful of strangers "what if he tells you to 
do something..."

	"Like?"

	"I mean..." Jerry's throat tightening "something just too nasty or shit, 
something I - I mean the guy just can't do!"

	"The other guys, the ones with the middle cards... they can veto" looking 
at Frank "but in this game... unlike others" and damn! if Pat didn't hold 
out his fist!  Frank was fucked!  This guy knew, he was on the bus and not 
asleep the whole time!  But how much did he really see? "you only get one 
veto.  You can't veto yourself, only one other guy.  So you learn to use it 
wisely."

	"I can't veto myself?" yeah, Jerry was shitting bricks.

	"No, only someone else.  Once.  Got it?"

	"You're making this up!" Frank yelled.  He meant Pat's hints about the 
busride but he had to find out once and for all.  And the clock was ticking. 
  Maybe forty minutes left?

	"Ask Tommie or Theo or even Lester" Pat rolled his eyes "oh that's right 
you don't know Lester! Talk about a loose goose!" Pat put his hand on the 
deadly pack of card sitting there "here's the deal.  I know Tommie and Theo 
are both here in camp.  I'll introduce them to you tomorrow.  If I'm 
bullshitting" head turning to face John "you can beat the shit outa me 
tomorrow, deal?"

	"Deal!" Stewie dropped down to the floor as well "I'm in" looking at John 
"know sure as hell you're in!"

	"Frank?" John looked at him "I know you want a piece of this..."

	"Fuck..." Frank dropped to the floor "okay..." trying to sound all hesitant 
and reluctant.  It would have tipped them off if Frank started jumping up 
and down yelling "yes! yes! yes!"

	"Jerry?" Pat looked at him "remember there's always the veto."

	"Odd man out..." Jerry sat on the bed "but okay... I guess... but nothing 
too..."

	"Nothing that causes permanent injury or marks, agreed" looking at Frank 
"nobody gets marking pen on their forehead all week or shit like that" 
watching Frank's eyes go wide.  Frank knew he was awake for that part at 
least.

	"Who goes first?" John pushed the cards into the middle of the floor.

	"Doesn't matter" and Stewart Connors III took a card.

	"Don't show it until all guys draw" Pat announced. One by one they each 
took one card.  Frank looked at his: seven of diamonds.  He almost swore at 
his bad luck.

	"Okay..." Pat looked around the room "show and grow!"

	One by one they put their cards down.  Jerry panicked when he realized his 
queen of spades was high.  Low was John with five of diamonds.  But what 
really got their attention was the pictures on the cards.

	"John you dog!" Stewie pointed at the pictures "I thought you really marked 
them this time.  But not like this!"

	"These the same cards as..." Lou started.

	"Fuck no" Stewie answered for him "last time it was just babes with tits!" 
pointing at the cards "where'd you get these?"

	"Ebay..." John lied.  All the guys knew they could not obtain triple-X 
rated pornographic playing cards like this on no fucking Ebay!

	"That one's the hottest!" Jerry pointed at Frank's seven of diamonds.  It 
showed a woman getting double-dicked, one in her mouth, one in her cunt.  
The picture was clear enough to show everything!

	"Well Jerry?" John looked at him "what's the dirty deed?"

	"Ah... er..." Jerry was on the spot.  No way he would make John do 
anything... nasty "gimme your... shoes and socks..."

	"That's it?" John chuckled "really?"

	"Yeah... r-r-really" Jerry looked around the group.  If they were expecting 
something worse they were going to have to find somebody else to do it.  
John laughed and tugged off his shoes and socks, tossing them across the 
distance.

	"You get them back... in the morning" Pat punched John's shoulder "this 
ain't like highway robbery."

	"Again" Stewie grabbed the cards, shuffled them, cut the pile and took one. 
  His whistle sent some concern through the room.

	"Cards" John threw down his three of clubs, expecting the worst.  When he 
saw Stewie's two of hearts, it was a waiting game to see who had the high 
card.  It was Pat's ten of clubs for cryin out loud.

	"Like John here keeps saying" glancing at Frank "time to kick it up a 
notch.  I'll take those pants and what's underneath."

	"V-v..." Jerry started.

	"You vetoeing?" Frank looked at him.

	"Remember you only get one" Pat reminded him "you might want to save it for 
something really intense.  You vetoeing?"

	"N-n-no..." Jerry lowered his head.

	"Stewie?" Pat looked at him.  Stewart Connors the Third got to his feet and 
unbuckled his belt then opened his pants.  In one motion his pants and fancy 
european speedos were down around his ankles.  He stepped out of them and 
handed the pile to Pat.

	"Get those back in the morning right?"

	"Right... lookin good" Pat smiled.  Stewie covered himself with his hands, 
but not before everyone saw his shaved crotch, his nice uncut cock and tight 
balls highlighted by the lack of hair.  Frank would have expected Stewie of 
all people to be blushing and embarrassed but he was taking it in stride.

	"Again" this time Pat shuffled and cut, indicating the winner's job.  He 
took a card as did all the rest.  Frank looked at his ace and almost 
screamed.

	They threw their cards down but there were two aces: Frank's club and 
Stewie's diamond.

	"Now what?" John's seven of hearts glaring at them.

	"You both give him a task, what else?" Pat looked at them like beginners 
"right?"

	"You go first" Frank's head racing.

	"Same thing for Johnnie boy.  Pants and what's underneath" Stewie sat on 
the bed, his hands in his crotch.  John stood up and unfastened his pants, 
stepping out of them.  He handed them to Stewie, his white briefs a bit 
fuller than would be expected.  He gave a sigh and pulled down his briefs, 
his black pubes encircling his stubby thick cock, his balls also covered 
with the dark hairs.  Man, talk about chubbing!  He looked around the room 
waiting for a snicker or a comment.  He heard Frank,

	"Okay no task from me" Frank ignored the protests "instead..." looking at 
John, taking in that cock "put your hands on your head and tell me what you 
heard or saw on the busride this morning.  All of it!"

	Frank knew it was going to be out in the open sooner or later.  These guys 
were dropping hints left and right so it was time to find out the extent of 
the damage.  He looked at Pat.

	"Nice..." Pat nodded, but Frank did not know if it was some comment about 
John's display or his call.

	"Frank c'mon!" John was trying to cover himself "you sure as fuck don't..."

	"I sure as fuck do.  Do it!"

	"Your funeral..." John raised his hands to his head.  It was getting 
obvious John's ramrod was chubbing now "like that muscledude said, remember? 
  Your funeral!  Yeah I was awake, maybe four rows back, on the other side 
of the aisle.  So I had a pretty good view of you guys from the shoulders 
up.  But I could hear most of it.  Yeah I heard you shoot your mouth off 
about the teabagging" John closed his eyes, trying to think about algebra 
equations or really ugly chicks "yeah Frank I heard that..."

	"Keep going."

	"You really want these guys...?"

	"Yeah I really do!"

	"Maann... Frankie boy here gets into this rock-paper-scissors contest with 
the muscledude sitting up front... yeah that guy" and there went his cock.  
It gave a little bump and started thickening "so I close my eyes pretending 
to sleep but I can hear them start daring each other to do shit..."

	"Like?"

	"When I hear the busdriver tell Muscledude and Frank here to jack each 
other's dicks I wanted to run up there and see for myself!"

	"No kidding..." Jerry gulped, watching John's cock start to push forward, 
his balls pulling up tight "can see that..."

	"This what you want?" John taunted Frank.

	"Keep going!"

	"So I hear them playin with each other's dicks, thinking they're just going 
through the motions or shit.  But when I see Musclehead walk to the back of 
the bus, totally naked and his dick hard and swinging..."

	"Speaking of hard..." Stewie was keeping his hands in place "dude you know 
you're boning?"

	"Like I said" Pat interrupted "a roomful of horny guys.  The night's just 
beginning.  You get a good look at that muscle head?"

	"You couldn't help it!" John kept his eyes closed, knowing he was showing 
everything "when I saw his dick hard like that, that damn cockring sticking 
out, I knew Frankie boy was doing what it sounded like they were doing.  You 
want me to tell them about the truck?"

	"Later" Frank knew time was running by "we get the picture.  By the way, 
nice dick."

	"Damn..." John opened his eyes, his hands quickly covering his bright red 
hardon as he dropped back to the floor.  Stewie already had the cards 
shuffled.  Everyone took another card.  Frank looked at his three of clubs 
and knew it was his turn.  But who would do the deed?

	They turned over the cards and it was Jerry and John with tens.  Frank 
looked at them,

	"Well? What's my punishment?"

	"New guy goes first" John nodded at Jerry.  Jerry bit his lip.  Seeing the 
first guy naked and boned meant he was off the hook in a way.  He secret 
fantasy of playing poker and going all the way to stripping was something he 
honed his skills for in a way.  But never ever got up the nerve to actually 
go through with it.  So this was like being served his nasty forbidden 
fantasty on a gold platter!

	"Strip... everything" Jerry lowered his head.  He waited for a veto, 
knowing he really really jumped the gun with this request.  But there was a 
heavy hot silence in the room.

	"Shit Messman" John smiled "after this morning that should be second nature 
for you, right?"

	"I guess" Frank stood up and pulled off his t-shirt, his clean t-shirt he 
reminded himself.  He was kicking off his shoes and socks when he heard Pat,

	"Dude got hair... impressive... let's see how much?"

	So Frank did what he did best.  He mooned Pat as the pants came down, his 
hairy butt right at his face.

	"Real impressive..." again from Pat "all it's missing it that cork" Frank 
froze with his pants around his ankles, again commando.  Shit, Pat knew 
about that thing up his butt!  Now he was really fucked!  He stepped out of 
all his clothes and turned to John naked,

	"And you?"

	"Can I hold it for later?" John asked Pat.

	"Why?  What you have in mind?"

	"I really wanna kick it up a notch" John shook his head "after next round 
maybe?"

	"Never heard that before but I can't think of any reason why not... guys?" 
looked around the room.  Everyone shrugged and took a card from the 
re-shuffled pack.

	Frank sat down again feeling really naked.  When he pulled the seven of 
spades he shrugged.  This time Pat threw in a four, and Stewie a goddamn 
king!

	"Well?"  Pat looked at him "what's your task?" like it was the more normal 
thing in the world.

	"All us guys already saw the naked show you put on for our benefit before, 
right?" Stewie looked around the room. seeing a few tentative nods "we all 
saw that pussy spitter you were so eager to parade around."

	"Maybe..." Pat's eyes narrowed.

	"Rather impressive soft..." Stewie shoved his fists into his thighs, making 
sure Pat took in his boys "let's see if it's as impressive hard."

	"Maaaann...." John looked at Stewie "what happened to mister clean Connors? 
  I always thought you were this uptight - "

	"You thought wrong Johnnie boy" Stewie's eyes were on Pat "oh yeah... I 
guess you'd have to strip for that right?"

	"I guess..." and again those impressive muscular shoulders were exposed to 
their gazes.  But this time they were invited, they were expected to stare.  
Like he had been practicing for this Pat's shirt and pants and briefs were 
off in no time, but not before he gave them a strip show worth of a pro.  He 
stood facing them, his hand starting to tug on that seven-inch tube when 
John said,

	"Time for Frank's task."

	"What's that?" Frank looked around the room.

	"Pat?" John got his attention "how about if Frankie here gets you hard 
instead?"

	"What?" from all around the room.

	"That's your task Frank.  Let's see you get this big dude hard the same way 
you got that Mark guy hard in the bus.  Do it!"

	"Pat here don't want me pullin on his meat..." Frank tried "veto anyone?"

	Jerry raised his hand then yanked it back down.  The room stayed silent.

	"Pat you veto?" John looked at him.

	"No... I'll save my veto for when it counts..." looking at Frank, pulling 
his hand away "don't sweat it" then looking at Stewie and his shaved crotch 
"I bone real easy.  Maybe not as easy as you" smirking at John "but almost."

	"Daaaaaamn" Frank got up and stood next to Pat.  Before he could second 
guess any of this his hand was around that firehose and starting a slow 
gentle yank.

	"It won't break" Pat chuckled "I'm used to hands on it" looking at Stewie.

	"Really?"

	"I told ya I'm a pro at this game" warning Stewie.

	"There are pro's and there are pro's" Stewie bounced right back.

	Frank spat into his hand and started to smear his slimy spit up and down 
the shaft, paying good attention to that sweet spot just below the crown of 
the head.  He didn't think it possible but the damn thing started growing in 
his hand, swelling and hardening against his pressure like crazy.  Even 
using both hands he could not grab all of it, as it lengthened and hardened 
until the damn thing was sticking straight out of his pale brown pubes.  And 
the head!  Frank had never seen a head fatten like that!  No way could he 
imagine getting that up some bitch's cunt without sending her to the 
hospital!  He pulled his hands away, letting the thing just bob and throb 
there.  And both Stewie and John were clapping of all things.

	"Maaaan... blow me if that thing don't get even bigger!" Stewie smiled, not 
concerned about showing his own smooth cock filling and reddening "I'm 
totally..."

	"Blown away?" Pat smiled.

	"Totally."

	"Dude sit down" John smirked at Frank "you got a big dick but don't compare 
it with that!"

	"Shit..." Frank sat down on the floor, completely unaware he was hard as 
well.

	Again the cards were shuffled and picked.  Frank looked at his five of 
spades with some concern.  When he saw John wave his Jack he grew more 
concerned.  Then he saw Stewie's Jack as well.  Maybe the two of them might 
cancel each other out?  Fat chance of that.

	"Well well well..." Stewie looked at Frank "looks like Frank here is all 
eager for something really intense right?"

	"What are you thinking?" John looked at him.

	"I'm thinking it's really hot in here."

	"Dude we're all naked already" Pat looked at Jerry "well almost."

	"And thirsty..." Stewie scratched his chin in a familiar gesture.

	"What?" from Jerry, thinking the worst.  They wouldn't dare.  Not piss!

	"Time Frankie boy here treats us all to cokes I'm thinking."

	"What?  That's all?" Frank wanted to smile "you want me to get you guys 
cokes from the machine?"

	"Bingo" Stewie looked at John "you want to add to that?"

	Frank looked around the room and started to step into his pants.

	"Hold on a second there" Stewie interrupted him "who said anything about 
getting dressed?"

	"What?"

	"You got it!" Stewie looked at Pat "unless there are vetoes, you get us all 
cokes" fishing some quarters off the bedside table "naked!"

	"You're learning" Pat stood there, his cock starting to droop.

	"Naked... and... hard!" John hi-fived Stewie "when you come back in the 
room, your arms full of nice ice-cold cans, that dick better be hard as a 
rock!"

	"C'mon you guys..." Frank looked around the room.  Somehow the whole 
circle-jerk scenario was flying out the window.  And somehow he was back 
playing rock-paper-scissors and screwing himself royally in the process 
"veto?  c'mon somebody!  Jerry?"

	"I really gotta see this!  Without getting busted!"

	"You dudes are gonna regret it" Frank's hand was at the door, his other 
already bringing his nice six-incher back to full hard.  After all the 
excitement of the day it didn't take much "it's your funeral..." and he was 
out the door.  Just his luck there was a guy in the hallway walking away 
from him.  Maybe if Frank stayed quiet he would not turn.  But from the way 
he filled the hall Frank could tell it was one of the dreaded minnows, big 
and thick.  Frank stayed far behind him, the carpet silencing his steps.  
When the big dude walked past the elevators and continued down the hall 
towards the machines Frank knew he was screwed.  When the guy got to the 
machine and started plugging coins into the machine he turned sideways.  
Then he saw Frank approaching.

	"Dude!" Moose said, taking in the naked - and hard! - guy a few steps away 
"you walk around like that?"

	"Shit... don't go ballistic okay?"

	"Ballistic?" Moose chuckled, his eyes roaming up and down Frank's tight 
muscular body "fuck no.  But you're gonna catch pneumonia running around 
like that..." making a point of seeing the hand trying to cover his crotch 
"you really hard and everything?"

	"Shit... don't say anything okay?"

	"Why you... oh shit..." Moose rolled his eyes "don't tell me!  Let me 
guess!  Baseball circle jerk right?"

	"Some... something like that... yeah... please don't say - "

	"Dude it's cool!" Moose slapped him on the back.  As he did a pile of 
quarters fell to the floor.

	"Damn!" Frank's hand flew away from his cock, trying to collect the 
quarters before they went rolling off to infinity.

	"Dude lemme help ya" Moose chuckled "seeing as y'ain't go no pockets or 
anything right?"

	"Don't rub it in okay?"

	"I know you don't I?" Moose was almost on his hands and knees gathering the 
loose coins.

	"Yeah I'm afraid y'do..." Frank was crouching down as well, glad to give 
some cover to his crotch like that "worse I think I know you too."

	"From where?"

	"You're... they call you Moose right?  Football?  Offensive line?"

	"You North too I knew it.  Baseball team, right field right?  I forget your 
name though."

	"Call me Mudd!" Frank wanted to shake but both hands were full of coins.

	"How about Bat Boy instead?" Moose gave Frank's cock a tug "right?"

	"Dude!" Frank pulled away "you just grab my dick?"

	"Dude!" Moose mocked back "you just come on to me?"

	"No fuck no!"

	"Don't sweat it" Moose started plugging more quarters into the machine 
"just yankin ya!" and laughed.  Frank laughed as well he was so nervous.

	"Lemme help ya... what's your name?"

	"Frank... Frank Messman..." he watched Moose hesitate at the buttons 
"cokes. Five cokes."

	"Cool..." Moose started punching and feeding "five cokes, two cocks.  
Sounds like a plan..."

	"Dude... Moose..." Frank lowered his voice "thanks... I mean you sure are 
cool about all this... I mean me naked and..."

	"Showing hard dick... yeah..." Moose made sure Frank saw his glance return 
again and again to his crotch "well at least it was..."

	"Shit..." Frank saw his deflated dick "I mean..."

	"Dude... Frank... y'mean you want to be running up and down the halls 
hard?"

	"No I don't WANT..."

	"But like... oh!" Moose finished pulling the last cokes from the tray.  He 
pulled out his large t-shirt and started stuffing them into the pouch "I get 
it!  The dudes back in the room... how many five?  six?"

	"Five..." Frank lowered his head "you got six?"

	"Yeah... Six dudes, two beds... talk about nuts to butts!"

	"Fuck!" but Frank was laughing "one way to put it!"

	"So let's get you and these" rattling the front of his t-shirt "back to 
your evening's entertainment - "

	"Funny, that's what Stewie calls it."

	"Stewie?  Not Stewie Connors?"

	"Yeah, the same" Frank froze realizing his mistake "don't say anything 
okay?"

	"What?  You're tellin me mister straight-laced money-bags Connors is in 
there part of this circle jerk too?" but Moose saw Frank blush.  Looked like 
a great big "yes" from where Moose stood "too fuckin funny!  Stewie in a 
circle jerk?  This I gotta see!"

	"I can't let you... I mean..."

	"Just kiddin ya..." Moose started steering him down the hallway.  Good 
thing he did because they heard the elevator ding behind them.  Moose used 
his large girth to shield the thinner Frank and they headed down the hall, 
stopping at the end.  They both looked back but two guys were heading the 
other way.  They stood in front of six-ten,

	"Thank again... Moose..."

	"No prob... always happy to help out a school chum" Moose decided to risk 
it "especially when he's dressed like you."

	"Don't keep rubbing it in."

	"I told ya, we're cool okay?" Moose held the icy cans away from his large 
belly "so you don't want be bringing these in there I imagine."

	"Bad idea..."

	"They really all naked in there?" Moose heard his tone of voice, a bit too 
eager and interested.

	"And then some... like naked and... hard... shit!"

	"What?"

	"I can't go back in like this..."

	"Y'mean naked?  With all these cokes?"

	"No... I mean... " Frank gulped, remembering how close he was standing to 
this big hulking football player "like this..."

	"Like how?"

	"Y'know.... soft..."

	"Fuck..." Moose laughed "y'mean y'hadda get cokes for the whole room, get 
to the machine and back and not lose the hard?"

	"Basically..."

	"Whose fuckin stunt was that?"  Moose rolled his eyes "no fuckin WAY!  Not 
Stewie!"

	"Can't say."

	"Y'just did..." Moose put the cans on the floor "so...?"

	"So what?"

	"Are y'gonna..." looking down at Frank's furry crotch "get it back up?"

	"I can't with you there!  I can't jack off in front of some football player 
who could pound me to shit!"

	"Dude... Frank... I ain't gonna beat y'up..." Moose patted him on the 
shoulder "it's cool okay?"

	"Okay... thanks..." waiting for Moose to leave.

	"Y'want me t'leave right?"

	"Yeah... no shit."

	"Frank..." Moose bit his lip "don't think this is weird but..."

	"But what?"

	"I could ya know... you standing here jacking your meat..."

	"What about it?" Frank was getting major vibes from the big Moose.

	"I can like turn my back?  Y'know block anyone comes along?"

	"You'd do that?" Frank was dumbstruck "I thought you big football players 
hated us little punks..."

	"We don't" Moose moaned "that's all posing and shit..."

	"You'd really cover my ass?"

	"Your hairy ass y'mean?"

	"Knock it off..." but Frank was smiling now.  No matter what the guys said, 
this football player was actually friendly.  Maybe too friendly but that was 
Frank's least worry.

	"Better hurry, they're waitin..."

	"I guess..." and Frank's hand went to his cock.  Moose saw it and turned 
away.  Behind him he heard the rapid slapping of flesh on flesh, Frank's 
breathing speading up.

	"Fuck..." he heard behind him.

	"Problem?" Moose asked behind his back.

	"This is not easy..." Moose stole a glance.  Frank was jacking his meat 
hard but his cock was little more than before.

	"Can..." Moose bit his lip "can I help?"

	"Help?  How?" but Frank felt Moose's hand on his cock.  He tried to yank 
away but he was running out of time.  And the thought of this big football 
dude playing with him meat was too bizarre to process.  He stood there as 
Moose's expert grip started a steady tugging.  When Moose spat into his hand 
and started lubing Frank's cock, Frank could feel he was in the hands of an 
expert.  His cock filled fast.

	"Yeah... let it happen..." Moose applied more spit as Frank's cock grew 
"man when this thing grows it fuckin grows!"

	"My dick ain't shit" Frank was almost bucking into Moose's slick hand "you 
should see that guy Pat in there, he's like - "

	"You forget something?"

	They both wheeled around, frozen in mid-motion with Moose's hand on Frank's 
hardon.  There stood Mark looking pissed and amused both.  Next to him was 
none other than Ricky Ruiz, his face a wide spectrum of emotions.  Behind 
them was some guy neither of them recognized.

	"Fuck!" both said at once "you!"

	"Who were you expecting?" Mark shook his head "somebody else?"

	"Get lost Mark" Moose placed himself in front of Frank, trying to protect 
him "this don't concern you!"

	"Frank?" Mark raised his eyebrow "it doesn't?"

	"Shit..." Frank looked down at himself, deflating again "Moose y'wanna get 
outa here.  This is not your problem."

	"If it involves this dickhead it concerns me" Moose glared at Mark "we got 
history."

	"You guys know each other?"

	"Yeah Moose'n me are old friends..." he looked back at the third in their 
group "fuck buddies you could say."

	"Then he joins" from the back.  As soon as Moose heard the accent he wanted 
to tear out of there and not stop running until he was a hundred miles away.

	"Friend of Kroos huh?" Moose looked over Mark's shoulder, getting a better 
look at the guy "which one are you?"

	"I am Kroos" the guy grunted back.

	"Different Kroos" Moose looked at Mark "what's the deal here?"

	"We have an appointment with your jack-off buddy here, right Frank?"

	"Fuck.... yeah..." Frank wanted to hide.  He did not need to check his 
watch; it was nine o'clock sharp.

	"You really know this..." Moose could not think of a word bad enough for 
Mark right now.  Not if he was mixed up with Frank, and by extension the 
whole baseball team as well.  He would have to find Billy and ask him is he 
saw any of the baseball players "processed" through the docs' as well "this 
fine specimen of humanity?"

	"We met earlier" Mark answered for him "on the ride here correct?"

	"Yeah... fuck..." Moose could hear it in his voice.  Frank was right where 
Moose was when he walked into that trap that Saturday morning.

	"Look Frank... I don't care what these dudes have on you, you don't haveta 
do shit!"

	"Actually he does..." mister accent joined in "actually you all do.  You 
are all our guests" looking at Ricky then "and we expect you to behave as 
such."

	"Fuck... fuck..." Frank looked at the floor "can I get dressed and we talk 
about this?"

	"We interrupted something?" mister accent asked.

	"Frank here looks like he was on a drink run..." Mark saw the cans all over 
the floor "a break from the circle jerk?"

	"What?" from Moose and Ricky both.  That was loud enough to open the door.  
Jerry stood there, his jaw hanging open.  First he saw Frank still naked, 
then this huge highschool kid he spotted now and again around the area, and 
always gave a very wide berth to, then he saw this huge bodybuilder from the 
bus before, then his eyes really went wide.  It was his hero Ricky Ruiz.

	"Holy shit!" he yelled.

	"Finally" John got up seeing Frank standing there "what took ya" and the 
reasons for Frank's delay started entering the room.  It was crowded before, 
now it was jam packed.

	"Ricky?!? Ricky's here?" from several guys trying to cover up fast.  The 
only one not making any attempt to cover his crotch was Pat,

	"You!" looking at mister accent "Kroos!  I should've known you were -"

	"You fuckin know this guy?" Moose was half-way across the room towards 
Stewart when he heard the big naked Irish kid saw the magic word "Kroos".  
Coming from this guy and more important who he was calling Kroos, brought 
the whole structure tumbling down around Moose's head "Stewart!  What's goin 
on here man?"

	"Ask Kroos there" Pat folded his arms, seeing his own house of cards 
collapsing around him.

	"He ain't Kroos!" Moose shouted over the growing din "Mark knows who the 
real Kroos is.  I do too!"

	"This is the real Kroos" Pat looked at him "or are you really somebody - "

	"We are all Kroos" the guy looked around the room.  He found an overturned 
chair and placed it in the corner.  He sat down surveying the damage, 
tossing his large travel bag under the chair as he did.

	"What?" John looked around, half-under the bed, his pants in a bunch in his 
lap "you guys staying here now too?  Will somebody please tell me what the 
fuck's going on?"

	"Frank, go get those cokes" Mark's eyes went from one guy to the next, most 
of them busy trying to talk to Ricky.  Ricky was answering their question as 
best he could, but he was as much in the dark as they.

	Frank slipped out of the room, his first impulse to run for help.  But go 
where?  Here is his naked and in the middle of nowhere!  Call the cops?  
Phones don't work.  Knock on doors?  Yeah, a naked dude would get a real 
friendly welcome.  He knew this was all his fault.  He gathered up the six 
cokes and balanced them against his chest as he opened the door.  He looked 
down the hall and saw somebody come out a door and see him.  He tried to 
signal alarm to the guy but did not linger long enough to see his response.

	"Very good very good" Mark saw Frank topple the tower of cans onto the bed 
"now what did we interrupt if anything."

	"Nothing!  Nothing at all" Stewie stood there in his pants, snapped shut 
but the fly still open "none of your business anyway."

	"Well ask Frank but now it is our business, right?"

	"This got something to do with your bullshit on the bus before?" John 
looked Mark up and down.

	"So sleeping beauty was not asleep after all" Mark smirked "hope you 
enjoyed the show."

	"Like you waltzing up and down the aisle naked with your bone in dude's 
faces?" Stewie jumped into the fray "we could get you arrested dude!  I call 
my dad and - "

	"Your father is away on business in Canada" the pseudo-Kroos interrupted 
"but you could call him if you want" handing him his cellphone "speed dial 
two."

	"What?" Stewie was too shocked to reach for the phone "how did you know 
where my dad is?  And how do - "

	"Stewart" Moose grabbed his shoulder "he's in it.  They're all in it.  
Right Mark?"

	"Yes and no."

	"You mean..." Pat looked around the room "here?  Here too?"

	"Did you honestly believe Iowa was our only... " pseudo-Kroos looked at him 
"area of interest?"

	"These guys too?"

	"Look dude" Moose got Pat's attention "I don't know how much you know, but 
our entire school -  shit I think our whole county's been to visit Kroos - 
OUR Kroos -  for his sex experiments... and worse!" glaring at Mark "right?"

	"Daamn..." Pat collapsed onto the bed "but you told me..."

	"I told you your small part in this" pseudo-Kroos answered "but yes, these 
gentlemen are right.  And I fear to tell you what they have experienced so 
far is significantly more advanced than you and your brothers - "

	"They here?  Where are they?"

	"They are not here... not this facility... but they are..."

	"Also prisoners?" John slapped his head "of course!  This is like some 
concentration camp!  Sports training bull!"

	"This is the camp as advertised in your brochures... you will all have a 
rewarding" looking at Frank "and memorable week just as promised.  But we 
return to the matter at hand..."

	"What matter?" from Moose.  He didn't smell a rat, he smelled a whole 
roomful of rats.

	"Frank, you want to explain?"

	"No..." looking at Moose or Stewie for help.

	"Were you guys doing anything..." Ricky looked at Jerry "involuntary?  Were 
you being forced to do - "

	"Geez it was strip poker okay?" John blurted out "that against the law?"

	"No... of course not" from pseudo-K "why would..."

	"What did you agree before?" Stewie looked at Frank "did you set us up?"

	"Did I start this?" looking at John "did I bring the porno cards?"

	"It was my idea" John pushed the cards further beneath his legs.

	"Actually it was mine" Pat looked at Stewie "these dudes were bored.  I 
wanted to kill some time showing them how we played High-Low back home" 
looking at pseudo-K "just like you taught us."

	"You?" Moose looked at him "you behind this?  I ain't callin ya Kroos, what 
do I call ya?"

	"Call me..." he looked at Mark "call me John."

	"My name's John" from the pile on the floor.

	"Then call me... Joe... unless there are any Joe's here?"

	"Okay... Joe..." looked between him and Pat "just what exactly you doing 
here?"

	"We are here to... observe Frank's little gathering... as he agreed, 
correct?"

	"Yeah... I fucked up..." Frank looked at John and Stewie "I thought I could 
get Mark and John, the guy driving, to do something they would never agree 
to on the bus."

	"Backfired huh?" John looked at him.

	"Big time" Mark smiled "and now you gotta pay up."

	"I can give you whatever he owes" Stewie reached into his pocket for his 
wallet.

	"It is not your money we want..."

	"It's our ass" Pat looked at him "right?"

	"What?" from Ricky and Jerry off by the bathroom.

	"So where are the cameras?" Pat looked at the other guys "cause you always 
got cameras."

	"You too?" Moose realized Pat was their Moose.

	"Big time" mocking Mark "it's one thing having to do sex things with your 
own brothers!  But being filmed doing it?"

	"How about the whole team?" Moose looked at him, trying to convey some 
sympathy "like the whole wrestling team!  With our dads watching!  Even 
getting into it with us!"

	"No fuckin way!" Pat looked at him like he was bragging or nuts or both.

	"Mark?  Tell him!  Tell these guys what you're capable of!"

	"They paid very well" Mark met Pat's shocked gaze "they pay well..."

	"Mark here's a regular porno star ain't ya?"  Moose looked at Stewie "we 
both are" snearing and rubbing his big stomach "not that you could tell by 
looking at me."

	"Gentlemen gentlemen we are wasting time" Joe reached into his bag and as 
Pat predicted, produced a camcorder.

	"Fuck I knew it!"

	"What do you think you're doing with that?"

	"Why filming of course..." Joe checked the batteries and turned it on "I 
must produce documentation all you gentlemen have arrived safe and are now 
enjoying your accomodations" he looked at Ricky "we have already visited 
some of your fellow students.  This is the third..."

	"Fourth" Ricky gave a resigned look to Jerry.

	"My mistake, fourth room we have visited.  Now if all of you simply resume 
where you left off... before we so rudely interrupted you?"

	"Wait!" Moose raised his hands and was about to cross the room and shove 
that thing down "Joe"'s throat "wait wait wait!  This is all bullshit!  How 
the fuck you expect to film with that piece of shit or even transmit it" 
waving down their reactions "if we're in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, and 
no piece of electronics bigger than a can opener seems to be working?"

	"Yes, we have that problem here" Joe continued to pan around the room "but 
for some odd reason, this camera is PAL.  And PAL does not seem to be 
bothered by the electronic disturbances -"

	"Pal?  What the fuck's pal?" Frank looked at Moose.

	"Foreign film format... right Joe?"

	"Correct in essence" propping the camera on his arm "as you were 
gentlemen."

	"Must they really...?" from Ricky.

	"Yes they really, right Frank?"

	"Or else what?" Moose wanted to head out the door and call the National 
Guard if need be.

	"I am afraid you guys are kinda behind the eight-ball here" Mark looked at 
Moose "you of all people should know that.  You're in the middle of nowhere, 
no way home, even if you wanted to, and these gentlemen are moving heaven 
and earth to bring you guys to a safe place.  Hell, you saw the line-up of 
famous athletes, including our star Ricky there?"

	"What's that got to do with...?" Jerry looked at Ricky.  Hell, his eyes 
were rarely off Ricky.

	"It's all my fault..." Frank sat down on the floor, not bothering to cover 
up.

	"Sure as fuck it is" John looked at him.

	"I think that's my rather fucked honor" Pat looked at Joe "we really gotta 
do this right?"

	"You really do" from Mark.

	"We fuckin do..." from Frank.

	"Well while you dudes are deciding" Moose looked at Mark "I'm outa here."

	"No Moose you're with us... for the time being."

	"Like hell I am... just try to stop me - "

	"Ern is safe..." Joe lowered the camera "for now."

	"WHAT?!?!?!" this time Moose would have killed Joe if Mark had not gotten 
him into a half-nelson.  If he had made it to Joe it would not have been a 
fair fight.  Joe looked like Kroos' bigger brother.  Bigger but not as 
hard-muscled.  More "enforcer" than "weightlifter".

	"Will you relax?" Mark kept Moose from hurting himself.

	"Ern is with his family and safe."

	"Are you threatening to hurt him?"

	"On the contrary" Joe looked at Mark, then a few others "I am offering to 
save him.'

	"From what?"

	"You think the blackout was restricted to only your city?"

	"Hell yeah!  Billy and Kroos - "

	"Right now there are isolated outages" Joe continued "we anticipate more, 
and larger outages as..."

	"As what?" John was shaking, and not from the cold.  With all the guys in 
the room, it was passing eighty.

	"We anticipate the crisis to grow..." Joe looked at them "but that is not 
your worry.  That is our worry.  That and getting documentation back to... 
back assuring everyone of your safety.  And cooperation."

	"And by cooperation you mean..." Pat looked at the group.

	"Precisely."

	"Ern's safe right?" Moose pulled away from Mark "you're not going to harm 
him?"

	"We are going to make sure he stay safe correct?"

	"And if I don't 'cooperate' he and his family are harmed?"

	"He and his family will stay safe regardless of your cooperation."

	"Then I'm outa here."

	"Cut the shit Moose" Mark almost barred the door "after all your shit a 
quick game of strip poker is kindergarten stuff for you.  Stay and..."

	"And what?"

	"And we can put you in communication with Ern's family" Joe held the camera 
towards Moose "with Ern."

	"What?  He gets a copy of this?"

	"No... closed circuit teleconference" Joe looked at Mark "until they can 
rejoin you."

	"What?  Ern?  Here?"

	"Something like that... yes."

	"Okay... fine... but tomorrow I talk to him, got it?" and Moose stepped 
away from the door and sat down next to Stewie.

	"Agreed.  Now can we proceed?"

	"Damn..." Frank looked at John "where are those damn cards."

	"It's your funeral..."

	"It's all of our funerals..." Pat tried not to look at the camera "cut'm!"

	John shuffled a further time for show and put them on the floor as usual.  
One by one the orginal five picked a card.  John looked at the new guys "you 
too.  Each dude picks a card."

	"Me too?" from Ricky, then Mark.

	"Everyone" from Joe.

	"Everyone means you too" Pat looked into the lens.

	"But I must stay here with the - "

	"Everyone plays or nobody plays" Pat would not let his Kroos off the hook.  
Not after all the really vile things he made him do with his brothers.  
Brothers, then neighbors, then his baseball team.  On and on until he ended 
up having sex with practically everyone he knew.

	"Pick one" Frank handed the pack back to Joe.  Joe was obliged to pick one. 
  His was the six of hearts.

	"What does this mean?"

	"Okay everybody" Pat threw down his Jack of hearts "show and grow."

	One by one all the cards ended up in a pile.  Moose had an ace.  Frank had 
the other.  Mark finally threw down his three.

	"Aces high or low?" Moose bit his lip.

	"Oh they're high."

	"And?"

	"High card gives low card one command.  Middle cards all get one veto if 
the command it too raunchy or shit."

	"This ain't strip poker."

	"No Moose this ain't strip poker."

	"We each get one command? Moose looked at Frank.

	"Bingo."

	"And the command can be..." looking at Stewart, already hearing the veto 
echoing in the room "like... sex stuff?" Moose waited for him to look all 
outraged and stop him.  But Stewart sat there and nodded.

	"So far..."

	"Okay then my command for Mark ol buddy... Strip!"

	"Strip what?" Mark looked at Joe.

	"Is everything one command?"

	"Was before?" Stewie looked at Pat.

	"Before?  What'd I miss before?" Moose looked at Steward.  Is this forreal?

	"You can imagine" Frank looked at Moose "remember me in the hallway?"

	"That was one command?"

	"Actually two.  Stewie's idea for me to get cokes naked."

	"Stewart?  You?" Moose was almost shocked.

	"And you were supposed to be hard the whole time" John snapped "you still 
owe me that one."

	"He was hard out there all right" Moose gave Frank a nervous look "I saw 
that part."

	"But he got distracted when Moose started playing with his dick" from Mark, 
glaring at Moose.

	"Hey you were supposed to strip Mark.  All of it right?" looking at the 
guys.

	"All of it" from John "like we didn't see it all before in the bus."

	"Mark here was naked in your bus?" Moose whistled "what were you guys 
doing?"

	"They were supposed to be sleeping" Mark's shirt and shoes were already off 
"except we had some peepin toms."

	"Dude here walks the whole length of the bus naked and rodded" Stewie told 
Moose.

	"You see this?"

	"Damn straight I saw it" Stewie punched Moose in the shoulder.

	"Stewart Stewart never in a million years..."

	"Stick around Moose... " he leaned over and whispered in his ear "glad 
you're here."

	"Wish I was" he whispered back.

	"Now what?" Mark stood up naked as before.  This time everyone, the camera 
included, took in every inch of his bodybuilder's physique.

	"Told ya he was pierced" from John.

	"Gives me an idea" Frank looked at Pat "can my command be to do something 
TO him?"

	"Like what?"

	"Y'wanna suck my dick?" Mark folded his arms, thrusting his crotch forward.

	"Like tie up that dick with some..." finding his shoes "of these!"

	"No permanent injuries, but yeah.  No rules says you can't do shit to the 
guy."

	"Okay Mark, we're gonna put that ring to good use" and Frank untied his two 
shoelaces, then a few others as well.  When he was finished he tied them all 
together and looped it around Mark's neck "drop the arms, and no that's not 
one command."

	"It's part of the task" Pat confirmed the request "y'gotta do it.  If you 
want to stay.  And I think you went to a lot of trouble to get in here, so 
yeah, do it."

	Mark dropped his thick muscled arms as Frank brought the two ends of the 
joined laces down and threaded one through the cockring.  By the time he 
tied the two ends together, Mark's head was bent down and his cock was 
pulled up, a good two inches longer than before.

	"Dressed up and no where to go..." Frank gave a little tug to one of the 
laces, causing Mark to wince.

	"No injuries" Mark crouched forward to releave the pressure.

	"Quit yer whining" Moose gave him a slap on bare butt. Mark jerked and 
yelped, his cock yanked higher "this ain't shit compared to what y'made me 
do."

	"What was that Moose?" Stewie was observing all this like a hawk.  Joe may 
have been filming but Stewie was recording this as well.  His memory was 
almost photographic.

	"Tell ya sometime..." Moose looked back at him "now that I know you ain't 
as conservative as I thought."

	"Cards" Frank had shuffled and cut.  He picked one and then they all had 
their cards.  Moose heard a loud "fuck" from Stewie behind him.

	Stewie threw down his three of clubs, Moose his three of diamonds.

	"Okay which one of you.." Moose looked around the room.  Then he saw Pat's 
Queen of Clubs.  Nothing higher trumped him.

	"Okay you two, easy one" Pat watched Stewie closely "you two know each 
other right?"

	"Kinda... yeah..." Stewie got nervous "we ain't like close buds or 
anything..."

	"Well let's see you get to know each other better.  Moose?  That right?"

	"Everyone calls me that, yeah..."

	"Simple, your task is to get Stewie here out of all his clothes."

	"W-w-what about me...?" Stewie knew it was going to be bad.

	"When you're naked I'll tell ya.  Moose?"

	"Relax... it's cool" Moose had no bigger task than to tug Stewart's shirt 
over his head, revealing his perfectly smooth shaved chest.  Moose even let 
his hands run up and down his pecs a few time "dude you're like shaved?"

	"Yeah..."

	"Like musclecock over there huh?"

	"Guess so" Stewie stood as Moose unzipped and lowered his pants.  The other 
dudes had seen his shaved crotch before, but to Moose it was a total 
revelation.

	"Too fuckin amazing" Moose pushed the pants down as Stewie stepped out of 
them "a real eye opener... Stewie."

	Moose wanted to rub all over his body, especially that smooth hairless 
crotch, something he was totally surprised to see on someone like Stewart.

	"Now what?" Moose looked back at Pat who was really enjoying this.

	"Simple, Stewie you task is return the favor."

	"What?"

	"Strip Moose naked..."

	"C'mon it's Moose... I can't..."

	"It's cool Stewie" Moose stood up "tit for tat okay?"

	"Geez..." Stewie put his hands on Moose's chest as Moose raised his arms so 
he could yank the t-shirt over his head.  When he saw all the muscled hair 
and that biceps tatoo he whistled "Moose you gonna wrestle like that?"

	"Like what?"

	"All hairy and shit" and yeah, Stewie's hands grazed Moose's pecs a few 
times.

	"I ain't hairy everywhere... go on... I can handle it" as Stewie's hands 
tried to unbuckle Moose's belt, but they were shaking too badly.  Moose 
reached down and unsnapped the clasp, and opened his pants.

	"He's gotta do it himself" Pat sat there, a pile of clothes in his lap as 
well.

	"Just the belt, it was tricky" Moose looked at him.  The guy was kinda 
bossy, but from what Moose could see so far, kinda hot.  Like a younger Big 
Hank, and damn that got a reaction down there.  By the time Stewie got to 
expose Moose's stubbly pubes and see the uncut dick up-close and personal, 
it was showing the beginning of some chubbing.  But the problem was when 
Moose was naked and Stewie straightened up again, Stewie's perfect shaved 
cock was standing up proud and hard.

	"Sorry..." he whispered to Moose "but that was more intense than I thought 
it would be."

	"Stewie don't apologize" Moose stood next to him looking at Pat's big smile 
"I'm taking it as a compliment."

	"That's all it was... don't - "

	"Don't sweat it Stewie..." Moose whispered back "we got bigger problems."

	"Very very nice..." Pat looked at the two "and very very revealing... in 
more ways that one.  Moose I'm real glad you could join our little party."

	"Glad Frank 'invited' me..." he gave him the finger.

	"Don't get pissed at me..."

	"Cards!" Pat announced and again everyone took one, again Joe was handed 
one in the corner.  As soon as he looked at it, he tossed it back at Frank.

	"I will have another one" seeing the two of clubs land face up.

	"Looks good from here" Pat looked at it.  This card had a picture of two 
females engaged in sixty-nine.  Pat filed that possibility away for later 
"anyone else have a two?"

	The cards went flying into the pile.  A three and a four, Jerry's Queen of 
Diamonds  one of two red cards.

	"Jerry what you want our cameraman here to do?"

	"Stop filming."

	"Cannot do that, sorry" Joe looked at the group.

	"Besides I veto that" Mark added "and any future requests for that, got 
it?"

	"That a real veto?"

	"Real as my dick" Mark gave it a yank.

	"Real or silicon?" Moose grunted.

	"You should know!" Mark grunted back "it was up your ass!"

	"Thought it felt fake" Moose shot right back.  He did not need to turn to 
see Stewie's reaction.  He could see the reflection on Frank's and John's 
faces.

	"Jerry you get one more chance.  That one gets vetoes as well you lose your 
turn."

	"Fine..." he looked around the room seeing dicks everywhere.  What was one 
more? "Joe?"

	"Yes?"

	"Let's see if yours is real or fake.  Unzip and pull it out."

	Joe swore or muttered something unintelligible under his breath, but his 
free hand went down and slowly unzipped the fly on his dress pants.  He 
reached inside, fishing for the fly of his boxers, then out came a fat uncut 
dick, easily six inches long and almost as thick.  He let it hang there and 
repositioned his camera on his elbow.

	"That's it?" Pat looked at Jerry.

	"That is not enough?" Joe scowled "it is more than you boys have."

	"Okay okay..." Jerry's hands were shuffling the cards, quicker than 
lightning.

	"Don't know poker huh?" John saw a pro at work.

	"N-n-not really" and zip zip zip the cards were cut.  Jerry picked a card 
as did the rest.  This time Joe was passed a seven of hearts.

	"Three is bad?" Ricky put his card down carefully, his thick accent 
bouncing around the room once or twice.

	"Three is bad" Jerry's three of hearts next to his three of diamonds.

	"But Jack is very very good" John aped Ricky's accent.  The rest of the 
cards came down and nothing else was higher than that ten.

	"C'mon you guys..." Jerry looked around nervous "this is all..."

	"Shit kid... I didn't even say anything yet" John looked at the group "but 
I think it's time to make our star here feel real welcome."

	"How?"

	"Okay Ricky easy one for you" John kept the clothes over his lap.  He was 
going to really enjoy this "lose the clothes... all of them..."

	"You really want me naked?"

	"I really want you naked.. si!"

	"Very well..." and Ricky undid his dress shirt.  He was slightly surprised 
when Jerry took it from his hand and hung it up carefully.  He did the same 
with his dress slacks.  Ricky stood there in his blue speedos hesitating.  
Even from where Moose was sitting, it looked like he need a pair several 
sizes bigger.  One ball and half the uncut black cock was sticking out the 
side.  Ricky looked around the room and turned his back on them.  His 
tightly muscled back and ass were shiny with sweat, every cord and ripple 
standing out in deep relief.  When he turned back to them, his hands were 
trying to cover what lay beneath his curly black pubes.

	"Es bueno!" John smiled "muy muy bueno."

	"Gracias..." Ricky looked nervous "now...?"

	"Okay Jerry make your hero feel real welcome.  Let's see you suck that guy 
and get him hard."

	"What?  You want me to suck him off?"

	"Not off... just nice and hard.  A nice warm mouth on that pole should 
convince our guest he's very welcome here."

	"No no, it is not necessary... " Ricky looked at Jerry "he should not..."

	"Sorry you cannot veto..." John looked around "anyone want to veto?"

	But no one did.  With some waning protests, Jerry got down on the floor and 
knelt in front of his hero.  Shit, he had posters of this dude on his 
bedroom wall!  He had several magazines with this dude on the cover.  Not 
that he ever imagined meeting him, much less seeing him like this.  Naked?  
Impossible.  But when he brought his face close to that warm crotch, Jerry's 
brain short-circuited.  His mouth was on that uncut head, pushing Ricky's 
hands away with his before he realized he was on his knees in front of guys 
he actually knew, sucking on Ricky Ruiz's cock!  When he felt it start to 
grow in his mouth he did not know what to do.  But Ricky's hands on the back 
of his head guided him and helped him make that tube grow and grow.  A few 
times Jerry gagged because it would not stop growing until Jerry was barely 
getting a third of it past his lips.  Still it kept growing.

	"Okay man... y'can stop now!" John grunted "any bigger and we'll have to 
get a second room!"

	The guys laughed as Jerry pulled away from Ricky's front.  When his eyes 
focused he looked at what he had done.  He was too busy looking at all of 
Ricky Ruiz, the tight abs flexing, the pecs flat and crowned with two 
perfect and hard nipples, and that dick sticking out and to the right longer 
than anything he thought was humanly possible.  Unlike many of the guys in 
the room he had never seen a black guy naked, much less naked and hard.  And 
Ricky would put most of them to shame.  Was it possible to have a dick that 
big?  Did dicks really get a foot long?  Jerry was looking at the proof.

	Again the cards were dealt and again they were picked.  Ricky knew his luck 
had gone against him seeing the three of diamonds.  He was already naked and 
allowed himself to be filmed with a teenage boy mouthing him until he was 
very very aroused.  He suspected there was worse to come.  When he saw that 
same Jerry throw out the two of diamonds he felt bad for him, and a bit of 
loyalty.

	Jerry knew he was screwed.  Hell he already sucked a guy in front of 
witnesses right?  When he saw Joe's ten of clubs he knew he was sunk.  Sunk 
and worse.

	"Well how interesting... Jerry right?"

	"Yeah Jerry... "

	"Well I have another ten minutes of film.  I want to see you ejaculate for 
the camera.  Can you do that?"

	"You want me to do what?"

	"Jack off..." Frank translated "jack off and cum.  Y'know shoot yer load."

	"Finally" from Pat looking right at Stewie "I was wondering when we'd start 
seeing some cum in this room.  A bunch of horny guys and nobody has dropped 
a load so far?  Kinda weird y'ask me."

	"Then you do it?" Jerry frowned "you got the equipment for it."

	"Kroos- I mean Joe here already seen mine.  He wants to see yours now."

	"I gotta... y'know... get naked?"

	"You must show your penis to the camera, I must see it when it ejaculates."

	"Geez..." Jerry stood up and tugged at the front of his pants.  He opened 
his fly and out came a very respectable six inches of very hard and very 
thin cock.  He was standing there jacking it like crazy facing the camera, 
his back to most of the guys.

	"Hey no fair we can't see" John grunted "how we know if he's doing it?

	"He is doing it..." Joe zoomed in "keep doing it like that."

	Jerry faced the camera rocking his hips and jacking as fast as he could.  
He was horny as hell but with a roomful of guys making comments behind his 
back, no matter how hard he jacked, and boy was he jacking it like no 
tomorrow he could not get himself any closer.  When he felt his bone start 
to soften in his hand he knew he was in trouble.  From nowhere Ricky 
appeared at his side,

	"Perhaps... you would need... a target?"

	"A what?" Jerry jumped when his hero appeared next to him.

	"Somewhere to aim... somewhere for your... seed to go..."

	"What are you talkin about?"

	"Here... I show you..." and Ricky pushed Jerry to the side and lay down on 
the floor in front of him "stand over me... put your foot there... and 
there..."

	"You want me to... straddle you?"

	"Yes... like a giant above me..."

	"Wow..." Jerry straddled Ricky's hips looking down at his chest and then 
into Ricky's face.  Ricky was intent on what Jerry's hand pulling his penis.

	"Now lower yourself down... I want your seed right... here!" grabbing 
himself and pointing his penis upwards at Jerry's crotch.  When Jerry felt 
Ricky's other hand on his butt as he brought their two crotches dangerously 
close, he felt his dick start to swell again.

	"Yes... yes... make it big... make it big for your Ricky... make it..." and 
before Jerry could stop himself he overshot his goal.  He was hard and 
shooting his cum all over Ricky's rippling stomach, one shot even hitting as 
high as his left nipple.  Jerry was too busy grunting and tugging to see 
Ricky rub the white cum down to his cock, using it as lube to get himself 
hard again.

	"Very good... thank you..." Joe turned off the camera "and thank your 
friend for his help.  But I am sure that opportunity is not far away."

	"Cards..." John took over Joe's duties and had shuffled them again.  While 
Joe put in a new cassette, the guys each grabbed a card.  They left an 
unturned card on Joe's chair.

	"Where are you going?"

	"I need to use the facilities" Joe looked at Mark like it was more than 
obvious.

	"Hold it" Mark glanced at Moose "we may need it later."

	"What?"

	"Got a feeling..." seeing Moose's reaction "we maybe got some piss dudes in 
here.  Save it for later."

	"But I really must urinate..."

	"Wait three rounds okay?"

	"Three no more" and he returned to his seat.  He looked at his card: six of 
hearts.

	John saw his two of hearts and threw it in the middle of the floor,

	"Who?"

	"Me" Frank tossed the ace of hearts "anybody?"

	"My Jack ain't jack" Pat groused.

	"Do not complain" Ricky tossed queen, and Jerry tossed his king with a 
shrug, zipping himself as he did.

	"Okay hands on head again?" John did it without getting up.

	"Lemme think..." looking at Joe "y'really gotta take a leak?"

	"Leak?"

	"You must piss, urinate?"

	"Very badly"

	"Okay you two into the bathroom."

	"No!" John dropped his hands "he ain't gonna piss on me!"

	"Good idea..." Frank looked at Mark "not what I was thinking but that'll 
do.  Get in the bathtub."

	"Can't do that" Pat cut in "you can't make Kroos-I mean Joe here piss on 
somebody.  He didn't lose the round; John did."

	"And John's penalty is to get pissed.  Unless Joe doesn't want to.  I can't 
make him..."

	"I will do it..." looking at Mark "but this is your doing and do not think 
I will forget it."

	"Hey... blame Frank here... not me."

	"C'mon Frank.... guys?"

	"I'm thinking of vetoeing this" from Pat.

	"Please!"

	"But... no... I need to save it for something really really bad."

	"This is really bad!"

	"Hell you ain't drinking it" from Frank "just getting a yellow bath is 
all."

	"Gross..."

	"In the bathtub... pronto."

	John struggled to his feet.  The dude was totally hard.  He must have been 
sitting there hard the whole time, his pants in his lap hiding the fact.  
John looked around, seeing  several sets of eyes dart to his crotch.  He was 
past trying to hide it as he edged around the bed, past a few guys and 
stepped into the bathroom turning on the light.  He stepped into the tub and 
looked at the group huddled at the door.  The first guy through the door was 
Joe and his camcorder over his shoulder.  His free hand was already pulling 
that beercan cock free of his fly.

	"Lay down... on your back..." Frank ordered, his hand busy at his crotch 
"do it."

	"What about...?" holding his t-shirt up.  He was barely crouching down and 
tugging it up when he felt something hot and wet hit his thighs.  He slipped 
backwards as Joe's piss ran all over his front, even getting the bottom of 
his t-shirt before he was tugging it over his head.  The shot Joe got was of 
John with his head buried beneath his t-shirt as he strugged to get it off, 
his belly and black pubes flooded with yellow piss.  His cock only got 
harder as Joe directed the last of the stream against John's cock as it 
flipped upwards to his navel.

	"Perfect" Frank and Joe said simultaneously, giving each other a curious 
smile.

	"So much for one peeping tom" Frank pushed away from the crowded doorway, 
amazed at so many filled out dicks.

	He went back and gathered all the cards and shuffled them as Joe got his 
seat back, leaving his cock flopping out this time.  They heard the sound of 
the shower as Frank announced,

	"Cards!"

	Everyone took one, looking at them waiting for John to finish his shower.

	"Hurry up" Jerry yelled, looking like he won the lottery.

	"I'm coming" he appeared in the door, a towel wrapped around his waist.  He 
waited for someone to object but they were too busy looking at their cards.  
When he saw the worried look on Pat's face, he knew what was coming.  
Finally John turned over his card: five of clubs.

	"Okay Jerry what's it gonna be?" tossing the three of spades.  Jerry's ace 
only confirmed their earlier suspicions.  He got off the bed and started to 
undress.

	"Two is more bad than three... right?" and there was Ricky's three of 
clubs.

	Jerry looked at the cards, but his ace was the only high card, Ricky's the 
only two.

	"Sit down..." Moose looked at Pat "I know the stud wants to empty his 
balls, but you're gonna hafta wait yer turn" he looked at Mark "blue 
balls're a bitch right?"

	"Funny..."

	"Well amigo?"

	"Anything right?"

	"Dude we're gonna veto anything evil" from Frank.

	"But otherwise anything right?"

	"Yeah basically..." from Pat.

	"Okay real easy... I hope..." Jerry pointed to a spot on the floor "stand 
there."

	"Stand and...?"

	"Just stand..." Jerry looked around for his bag.  Beneath a pile of 
growning clothes he found the telltale red handles.  He reached inside and 
found a bottle of baby oil.

	"Finally..." Pat groaned.

	"Mio..." Ricky saw the oil and knew what was coming.  Before anyone said 
anything he leaned forward, grabbing his knees.

	"Dude stand up!"

	"But do you want...?"

	"I'll tell you what I want... but tell me... shit tell all these dudes..." 
looking at Mark especially "have you cum already tonight?"

	"What?"

	"Ricky" Mark looked around the room "he wants to know if your dick already 
shot an seed tonight."

	"Ah... yes..." Ricky looked at Joe, and the camera lens "yes... twice..."

	"Wow" from Moose and Pat both.  They gave each other a knowing look.

	"How many... I mean can you shoot again?"

	"Yes" looking at Joe "many many times."

	"How many?"

	"Five... six... maybe seven..."

	"In one night?"

	"Yes" looking at Joe "that is why..."

	"Ruiz here has quite the reputation on and off the field" Mark shook his 
head "mucho ninos, right Ricky?"

	"Yes" Ricky looked at Jerry "many girlfriends I can make happy."

	"Fuckin stud" Stewie added.  Moose looked at him and punched him one.  
Stewie punched back laughing.

	"Wow..." Jerry looked at his hero with even more amazement "okay just stand 
there then.  Let me do all the work?"

	"Work?"

	"Don't move" and Jerry squeezed some baby oil into his palm and started 
smearing it all over those muscular dark shoulders.  As he got braver more 
oil was spread down over those hard flat pecs and then down to those flat 
rippling abs.  He looked around the room "anything right?"

	"Don't break it okay?" Mark had an idea what the kid was doing.  Hell, he 
used to hire himself out for guys like Jerry, guys who just wanted to touch 
him and rub his muscles.  A few times he had to grab their hands and force 
it into his crotch, they were so inhibited.  He watched Jerry's hand 
spreading the shiny oil all up and down the famous ballplayer, pure muscle 
worship, pure hero worship.

	Jerry's hand grew braver and braver, but no one was stopping.  When he 
started to graze the top of those curly pubes and no one groaned or whistled 
his hand went down to that tube where he still remembered his mouth going.  
He knew another blow job would brand him for life, and besides even if 
allowed himself to do that he knew he could do it physically.  The stud was 
just too big!  So Jerry's greased hands had to do what his mouth could not.  
He was amazed how quickly Ricky responded to the oiled fist, filling and 
lengthening with the slightest stroking.  So one hand started a steady back 
and forth rhythm while the other hand started smearing more oil over those 
purple balls and then between those rippling hard thighs.  When Ricky moaned 
and widened his stance Jerry's re-oiled hands started making those two hard 
globes shiny.  Once or twice his hand slipped into the hairy crack and 
quickly pulled back.

	"Do that... yes... you may touch me... there... deep there" Ricky spread 
his feet wider and crouched down, his crack opening to the view of those 
guys back on the beds.  When Jerry's oily fingers again traced the hairy 
reaches deep in that crack Ricky moaned.  When one finger accidentally 
grazed what could only be his puckered ring Jerry whispered "sorry!"

	"No do that.  Put the finger there again.  You may touch me everywhere" 
Ricky crouched again "even... inside..."

	"You kidding?"

	"Please... make me feel good... make my seed come out..."

	Like Jerry would say no to anything this guy asked!  So one hand went back 
to stroking the full length of the hardening cock back and forth, several 
handlengths of rubbery flesh back and forth.  The other did what his hero 
asked.  This time when his re-oiled fingers found that wrinkled pucker he 
rubbed his finger around the circle, knowing exactly where his finger was.  
He gave the slightest pressure against the hole and before he knew to stop 
his finger was penetrating his hero.  He was feeling inside his hero's 
asshole.  Without being aware of it, his cock started throbbing in his 
crotch as Ricky started rocking back and forth on his finger, then Jerry 
pressed two inside feeling more and more of the lining there.  When his 
third slipped in, and his tight grip on the monster cock felt it turn to 
hard steel, Jerry shifted around so he could watch the black garden hose 
straining forward and upwards.  Jerry got a steady rhythm going, rocking his 
fingers in and out of his hero's flexing ass as his watched the black 
foreskin sliding back and forth over the reddening head.  Jerry heard Ricky 
start to groan and moan the words unknown but the meaning very plain, so he 
sped up the grip on that cock, squeezing the head and several inches behind 
it and then Ricky's hips started spasming and before Jerry could move closer 
the slip opened wide and several shots of bright white cum burst out and 
started to run down his hand.  Jerry did not stop jacking that amazing cock 
until Ricky had to pull that hand away, leaning away from those slim 
wiggling fingers inside his sensitive butt.

	"Gracias gracias" Ricky groaned over and over before he stepped off his 
spot on the floor and headed for the bathroom.  Jerry crouched there and 
waited for the inevitable nasty comments.  Instead he heard the word,

	"Cards!"

	Jerry slipped away to wash his hands as Ricky exited the bathroom.  Ricky 
gave him the biggest hug of his life and Jerry was in seventh heaven.  When 
he returned he knew something was up.  Pat had the same look Jerry had when 
he had his ace.  He picked up his card, as did Ricky behind him.

	Pat's ace of clubs flew from his hand as soon as it could.  He looked 
around waiting for the rest.  He heard the groan without looking up.

	Stewie's three of diamonds hit the floor a second before Moose's three of 
clubs.

	"Wow... bonus!" Pat waited for the the final cards.  When he saw John 
hesitating with his he knew it could not be good.

	"Dude what you got?  Show it!"

	"Show and grow, show and grow..." John smiled tossing his ace of clubs.

	"Two and two?" Stewie looked at the other guys "what're the odds?"

	"John these aren't marked are they?" Frank glared at him "cause if they 
are..."

	"They ain't okay?"

	"So what do we do?" Moose looked at Pat "who commands who?"

	"Simple..." John smiled "we both do right?"

	"You got it" Pat looked at John and his perpetual hardon.  Well someone was 
going to be spilling his jizz this time.

	"You go first" John gave a small bow to Pat "you're the guest."

	"As much as I'm hot to trot..." Pat looked at Joe "I got a better idea.  
You two, Stewie and the Moose."

	"Just Moose okay?"

	"Okay Stewie and Moose" he looked at Stewie like he won him in a contest "I 
wanna see you two go at it.  Like heavy duty shit!"

	"What does that mean?" Stewie shot a worried look at Moose.  A moment he 
had feared all through high school was about to happen.  He and the Moose 
were about to butt heads.  But in a way he never imagined.  Watching the big 
hairy dude wrestling at meets was always something he enjoyed.  Hell, a few 
times he found himself boning even.  But he never wanted to make a pass at 
the guy.  Hell, he didn't want to get his jaw broken!  And Moose had a rep 
for a mean temper and a wicked sucker punch.  What that bastard Terry the 
Hulk threatened, Moose could deliver.  So he always made sure there was blue 
sky between the two.  Seeing Moose walk in the door before with a very naked 
Frank just about made Stewart bounce off that bed and do a sommersault.  It 
was like seeing the President walk in the room!  With a stunt arrow through 
his head!  And his pants down with a bullseye where his crotch should be!  
It was that impossible and weird and amazing all at once.

	"Simple I wanna see you two go at it, do anything ya want" waiting to see 
Stewie's reaction "as long as there are two puddles of cum when you're 
finished."

	"What?" from Moose.  Stewie was too busy gasping for air.

	"I wanna see you two bring each other off, any way your little hetero 
brains can think off" ignoring the snort from Mark.  His turn was coming 
soon.

	"Shit..." Stewie looked at Moose, beyond fear beyond shock "Moose?"

	"Sounds like something we can do..."

	"We CAN?"

	"Sure... why not?  If you're half as horny as I am..."

	"Shit... maybe twice" Stewie had to admit it.  The thought of getting kinky 
with the big guy was not something he objected to.  But Moose?  Killer 
Moose? "but there's no way you would..."

	"I"ll make an exception in your case Stewart" Moose smiled "besides that 
shave thing's kinda hot" and just like that Moose's hands were all over 
Stewie, like someone waved the flag and the race was on! "gimme some room 
here" Moose almost kicked Jerry off the foot of the bed.  As soon as he 
fled, the two had the bed to themselves.

	"And as for my command" John saw something amazing and totally hot 
developing between two of the biggest men on campus "I wanna see both of you 
do the same to Pat at the same time" seeing Pat's eyes light up.  Before the 
dude kissed him with gratitude John delivered the punch line "except he 
can't cum.  Dude's so eager to drop a load, let's see him learn to suffer 
like the rest of mere mortals."

	"Wait!  I ain't..."

	"You can't veto either" John smiled "anyone want to veto?"

	"Fuckin wicked!" Mark chuckled "make the dude get all hot and bothered and 
he can't blow his wad!  Man, the ultimate prick-tease nightmare!"

	"Last call for vetoes!"

	"C'mon guys this ain't fair" Pat moaned.  The real reason he did not want 
to do it was as soon as he collided with that Stewie there he started 
blowing like Old Faithful without even touching himself.  The way he had 
been so worked up all night he was like an overwound spring just ready to 
go.

	"Make room for the Pat man" John pushed Stewie's hip away from the edge of 
the bed.

	"Yes..." Joe hissed getting out of his chair.  His beercan was becoming a 
keg fast.  He turned from Moose feeling up Stewie to Pat hesitating with his 
pants.

	"Drop'm Pat" John smiled "you won't need them where you're going."

	"Fuck..." he opened the front and down they came.  A loud gasp came from 
Mark and even Ricky was shocked.  Moose almost fell off the bed.

	"Dude is that real?" and just like that one hand went out and gave it a tug 
or two.  He hated to admit it but Big Hank's little brother was bigger than 
his brother.  Before anyone could stop him his mouth was on it.  He tasted 
the pre-cum before it even started growing.  Moose had a real live one here. 
  He pulled away and pointed it at Stewie,

	"What?  I don't suck cock!"

	"Stewart this ain't a cock, it's a national treasure!"

	"Still..." but his hand did go where Moose's mouth was, and boy did it 
start filling when that happened.

	"Easy there easy" Moose looked around "Frank, find me some more of those 
laces."

	"What for?" from several different guys.

	"Just do it okay?" and in a few seconds Frank handed Moose one of Stewie's 
brand-new cotton laces "now hold still."

	"What are you doing?" Pat yanked away when Moose tried to pull the lace 
under his balls.

	"Followin orders, right John?"

	"What?"

	"You said this monster cock can't shoot right?"

	"Exactly."

	"Then hold still" Moose pulled him back by his dick "besides, what this 
does to your dick is something amazing" looping it around his balls and dick 
then working the rest of his magic "not that this thing ain't amazing 
already" Moose's mouth was back on that head as he finished tieing the base 
of the cock and then the balls into a tight restrictive package.  When Moose 
finally managed to pull his mouth away, that dick was bigger and redder than 
anyone had ever seen it.  Even Pat, who looked down at it like it was an 
alien transplant.

	"Damn" he gave it a tug.

	"Ain't allowed" Moose knocked the hand away "now play with it" looking at 
Stewie "go on."

	"Moose I really..." and Moose's mouth on Stewie's cock made him change his 
mind fast.  Moose never felt a cock fill so fast in his life.  He had barely 
gone up and down it once before it was threatening to break his jaw.  When 
he came off it there was Stewie with his hands all over Pat's ten-plus 
inches of angry red steel, so hard it looked like the veins were ready to 
burst.  Moose thought it might be too tight, but remembered Ern's looking 
the same way.  He remembered Ern and dove down again on Stewie's cock.  This 
one's for you Ern, he thought, but this one's for me, as he inhaled Pat's 
cock again.

	"Fuck I'm close" Stewie moaned, his hands full of that amazing stud's meat 
and Moose of all possible studs going to town giving him a blow job!  He 
knew this was some kind of dream, or else he hit his head at practice and he 
was in some delirious state in some hospital somewhere.  But if Moose didn't 
get his mouth off his cock soon he would get a mouthful of cum.  And Stewie 
could not imagine what the Moose's reaction to that might be.  But he didn't 
want to find out "please stop!"

	"Got yer all cranked huh?" Moose beamed, knowing he had Stewart Connors the 
Third begging for mercy under him.  He remembered Frank had handed him two 
laces, so he dug around the bed until he found the other one half buried 
under Stewie's butt.  He pulled it out and started wrapping Stewie's balls 
in a tourniquet.

	"What!"

	"Relax and keep Pat's dick happy" and Moose started wrapping the balls 
tight then went to work encircling the base of Stewie's cock.  Not having 
all that hair in the way made it quick and painless.  When his mouth plunged 
down on Stewie's dick again, he gasped and bucked up into Moose's mouth, 
almost gagging him.

	"Fuck fuck... I'm cummin" Stewie bucked and bucked but his hot urgent sperm 
was trapped and no where to go.  Stewie felt the spasms deep inside him but 
nothing was burning out his dick "FUCK!"

	"Like that huh?"

	"I'm dying here."

	"Just feels like it" Moose rolled onto his side, his hands all over 
Stewie's chest and then Pat's for good measure.  He heard the whirring of 
the camcorder but was way too busy having fun.

	"Your turn" Moose slid up onto Stewie's chest, his uncut cock almost 
resting on his chin.

	"Moose I can't..."

	"Don't wanna or can't?"

	"You'll think I'm..."

	"Stewie I just sucked your dick, I just sucked Pat's monster dick, what am 
I gonna think?"

	"You'll get pissed if I... do that."

	"Not a fuckin chance" Moose eased it forward until it was resting on his 
chin "I'll- "
	And then there was Stewart Connors the Third taking Moose's cock into his 
mouth.  Luckily for him Moose knew how to control it, or else several days 
worth of cum would have christened Stewie's first blowjob right then and 
there.  Moose's hand reached behind his ass to feel Stewie's bound hardness 
only to bump into Pat's cheek.  The dude was fuckin blowin Stewie!  Now that 
he wanted a picture of!  And more than that he wanted to really blow their 
minds.  When he looked around to find Jerry he almost came loose of that 
mouth on his now full hard dick.

	"Jerry" Moose got his attention "where's that baby oil?"

	"Ah... here" he handed it to him.

	"Yes" he pulled free of Stewie's hand now on his skinned dick and turned 
around until his hands found Pat's muscled chest.  He worked downwards until 
he made contact with that piledriver.  With a bit of twisting Moose's mouth 
was back on Pat's cock, even getting another inch or two of it down his 
throat.  Pat went fucking nuts!  Which was distraction enough to get him off 
Stewie's engorged hard cock, a bright red swollen tube wrapped and sticking 
straight up from his pale smooth pubes.  Joe's camcorder thought it was 
pretty amazing too.  And even more amazing when Moose got the bottle open 
and started drizzling it with baby oil.  Soon Moose had it lubed and 
shining.

	"Get up here stud" Moose had Pat stand up and get closer to the head of the 
bed "yeah like that" and his mouth was back on that dick, Pat now free to 
pump it hard into Moose's throat.

	"Okay Stewie your turn" and Moose pulled away choking a bit, but pointing 
the red piledriver at Stewie's face.  This time Stewie wrapped his mouth 
around it with little hesitation.  And Pat grabbed Stewie's ears and held it 
deep in his throat as his cock started unloading like crazy, finally feeling 
that hot stud's mouth on his cock pushed his over the top.  But his balls 
squeezed and squeezed but his cock was not shooting.  He grabbed his cock 
and started jacking it into Stewie's mouth trying to bring himself over the 
edge but John's hands pulled him away.  After what seemed like an hour of 
cumming and not cumming Pat realized he could keep himself right on the edge 
without losing it, those painful straps around his cock and balls preventing 
the inevitable.

	"Keep doin that" Moose straddled Stewie's middle, his hand making sure that 
dick was good and greasy "keep Stewie there real distracted" and Moose 
lowered his ass down to Stewie's upstanding cock.  Stewie was big but more 
long than wide, the head a perfect tapered cone so Moose squeezed and 
grunted and with a certain amount of pain he felt the head pass his ring.  
Stewie's eyes flew open when he felt that, but Moose started playing with 
his nipples and jacking Pat's cock towards Stewie's mouth again.  Stewie was 
too busy trying to keep from gagging to realize his cock was buried all the 
way in Moose's ass.

	"Mutherfucker!" Moose threw his head back "I'm being fucked by Stewart 
Connors the Third.  Fuck!" rocking up and down on that dick like it was the 
only seat in the house.  When Moose reached behind him and started untieing 
the knots he felt Stewie bucking into him like a madman.  With the knots off 
his balls and cock, Moose directed Stewie's free hand down to his cock.  
Stewie felt that hard uncut dick just as his own started filling Moose with 
a week's worth of pent-up frustrated horny cum.  Gallons of it.  Moose rode 
that dick until Stewie started moaning and screaming "stop stop stop" so 
good buddy Moose obliged him and lifted off that dick greasy and slimy with 
oil and cum, the camera zooming in for a close-up as Moose lifted his hips 
to Stewie's mouth, his hand jacking him and pulling him over the top.  Moose 
barely got his mouth back on Pat's  still spasming dick before he started 
filling Stewie's mouth with his load.  If it weren't for John's hands Pat's 
cock would have been untied and filling Moose's mouth at the same time.

	Only when Moose pulled away from Stewie's mouth and rolled off the bed did 
the sweaty crazy episode finally end.  Stewie was recovering enough to untie 
Pat's cock, even giving it another quick suck before the whole package 
unraveled like a spring, that huge red tube threatening to erupt right then 
and there.  But Stewie slapped Pat's big muscled thigh hard and that brought 
a howl from him.  And his hands away from his dick, the crisis passing fast.

	"You bastard!  That hurt!"

	"Supposed to" Stewie was still swimming in his post-orgasm high "and 
following orders.  You didn't cum did you?"

	"Fuck you!"

	"Not with that you don't" Stewie looked over and helped Moose off the floor 
"you okay down there?"

	"I think I hurt my butt" Moose rubbed himself and he wobbled to his feet 
"but not from falling."

	"Dude I'm sorry but..."

	"I ain't complainin" Moose smiled "you fuck like a pro."

	"I ain't ever" looking at Pat, rubbing at his ass and trying to jack at the 
same time "somebody better stop him" and Mark got a hold on him before he 
could get that red monster to unload.

	"Do we have to tie you up?"

	"Do not encourage him" from Joe "that is what he enjoys most."

	"Is that right?" Mark looked around for something to tie Pat's arms with.  
John pulled a woven cotton belt from his pants on the floor "perfect" 
looking at John "you did this before?"

	"No."

	"Dudes with that kinda belt usually into THIS" and Pat's arms and wrists 
were secure behind him.  He was struggling and moaning but his dick was not 
going down.  It took them a while to realize he was moaning with arousal not 
pain.

	While Jerry watched his second biggest fantasy come to life seeing that 
big-dicked Pat naked and tied up he collected all the cards and shuffled 
them again, this time getting a few whistles for his talent.  By the time 
the deck was neatly stacked on the other bed Moose and Stewie emerged from 
the bathroom naked wet and joking like old pals.

	"Cards!" came the familiar cue.

	John saw his Ace of Spades, normally his unlucky card, in his hand and 
could not hide his smile.  When the cards were tossed into the pile he saw 
Frank's two of spades and knew it was destiny.  But when Mark's Ace of Clubs 
landed on top of his ace he bit his lip.

	"Okay we got guys even butt-fucking now" looking at Moose out of the corner 
of his eye.  He was too big and strong to challenge to his face but when 
Moose did the ultimate nasty in front of a roomful of witnesses, Frank knew 
there were no limits to what these dudes would not do now.  And a whole 
busload of his teammates and then some saw him get into sex shit in broad 
daylight with this muscle stud.  And he was holding a goddamn ace!

	"It's gonna be bad I can feel it" Frank dropped to his knees on the floor.

	"You go first, mine is simple" John sat there, boned and even shiny.  His 
hard cock had been sticking straight out of his black pubes all night; it 
could wait a few seconds longer.

	Mark looked at the laces tied to his cock,

	"I'm sick of these.  Unless anyone cares these are old" and he undid a 
knot, the whole length falling off his neck and hanging from the ring in his 
dick.  He pulled it through and brought it over to Frank "these are yours."

	"What do I gotta do with these?"

	"Too bad that ain't your punishment" Mark went over to Joe in the corner 
"where's my bag?"

	"You brought it in I believe."

	"Oh yeah, there" and yanked it from behind Joe's camera bag.  He dug around 
in it and produced something pink and rubbery "lucky for you this was in 
storage under the bus before.  Otherwise it would have been this and not 
John's can of WD-40" holding up a nice beginner's size butt plug, maybe two 
inches wide at the middle.

	"You want me to do what with that?"

	"Borrow Jerry's baby oil and put it where the sun don't shine kid" Mark 
looked around the room, settling on Ricky "cause if you're gonna ride the 
pony, you gotta start small, right Ricky?"

	"That is evil."

	"So is trying to force that log of yours up a kid - "

	"I was innocent!"

	"Because you talked his family into dropping charges and you know it."

	"I don't talk about it here.  In front of these boys."

	"We don't have to" handing it to Frank "piece of cake Frank.  Just pretend 
there are truckers jacking off watching you" giving a small chuckle to Joe.  
Moose reminded himself he had another reason to take this guy down.

	"Oh sorry" Mark looked at John "this don't get in the way of your task does 
it?  Unless you were planning on fucking his ass in front of - "

	"F-f-fuck no" John looked around the room.  The little party had gotten way 
way out of control "something... else okay?"

	"Okay the stage is yours.  Just like this morning."

	"Will you stop talking about that?" Frank felt like he was wearing that 
sign on his forehead but it didn't say "wuzz" it said "cocksucker" or worse. 
  He realized he would never live this down.

	"Table!" Joe announced, pointing at one of the end tables piled with bags 
and clothes "put it here" pointing at the center of the crowded room.

	Moose and Stewie shrugged and wiped the pile onto the floor with two great 
sweeps of their arms.  They muscled it from the corner and over the bed, 
putting it where Joe was indicating.

	"Now, up on the table, on your knees."

	"Hey he can't give orders" Frank looked at the guys.

	"He ain't I am" Mark patted the top "get up there and on your knees, legs 
nice and wide."

	"But you can look right up my butt!"

	"Smart kid" Joe brought the camera closer.

	"Okay just like this morning.  You do or I will."

	"C'mon guys this ain't fair!  Somebody veto!"

	"Dude you're off easy" from Pat "you want one of these dicks up you ass 
instead?  It's only a little plug."

	"But doing it like this" getting up on the table, like he was the center 
stage, which he was "it's just..."

	"Nasty as shit" John stood up to watch, his dick banging into Frank's 
shoulder.

	"Hey watch it" Frank did not enjoy being butted with that slimy head "keep 
that away from me."

	"Remember I got the other ace, dude" and John started rubbing his cock all 
over Frank's shoulder and biceps "my task is for you to get real friendly 
with this.  So no matter where it lands, it stands, got it?"

	"You're out of your mind."

	"No, just super horny" looking at Pat "you were right.  All this teen cum 
in the room's gotta go somewhere" back to Frank "and mine is going down your 
throat.  That's my task for you.  To suck me dry.  First get that thing up 
your fuckhole Frank."

	"No way!" Frank looked at the guys "please!" but nobody wanted to waste 
their veto.  Not yet.  Not seeing what these new adults were capable of.  
They were going to save their vetoes for the real hardcore stuff.

	"Here's your oil" Mark took it from Jerry "get busy.  Your audience is 
waiting."

	"Guys!"

	No one said boo.  Frank never felt more exposed or more humiliated in his 
life.  He was realizing this morning was just a dress rehearsal; this was 
the main event.  Having this roomful of guys watch him expose his ass was 
bad.  Now that he had to grease his crack with everyone staring, even a 
camera shooting right up his hole.  Mark shoved the plug into his hand, 
already covered with a shiny coating of baby oil.  He pressed it into his 
backside, finding his hole.

	"Yeah, just like that Frankie boy.  Just like this morning when you shoved 
that tube up your ass and then mooned those truckers with it wedged in your 
hole.  Now push!"

	Frank inched it back and forth, applying more pressure each time.  When he 
felt his sphincter start to give he felt the hard plastic enter him.  
Somehow there was less resistance this time although he was still sore back 
there and seeing everyone watching made him tighten up in spite of himself.  
Suddenly he felt something push hard against the plug and it rammed deep 
inside him.  He rocked forward only to feel John's dick slam into his 
forehead.

	"Okay plugboy, open that nice mouth wide."

	"No please not that, not in front of - "

	"Do it or forfeit" and John rubbed the head against Frank's lips.  Frank 
lifted one hand off the table and grabbed John's cock, thinking he could 
jack him off instead.  But John pushed through the hand and then he felt 
something warm and wet against the bottom of his very sensitive dick.  He 
had no sooner starting rubbing his cock against Frank's tongue than he lost 
all control and started erupting hard into Frank's mouth.  Frank coughed and 
twisted his head away only to get the rest of John's cum all over his cheek 
and down his chin.  As soon as he came John realized what he just did and 
bolted for the bathroom.

	"Very very good" from Joe, getting back to his seat and checking his film. 
Maybe fifteen minutes left "what is next."

	"Fuck you" Frank got down from the table and waddled to the bathroom.  He 
burst in on John pissing and cleaning up his cum-smeared dick.  Without 
saying anything to each other, Frank was under the shower, removing the 
foreign body from his butt and cleaning up the evidence of his humiliating 
initiation.

	Jerry again gathered and shuffled the cards.  They were neatly stacked on 
the still warm table when the two returned.

	"Cards!" echoed through the noticeably quiet room.  Again the wet late 
arrivals took their cards, one was passed back to Joe.

	They all looked at their cards, then around the room.  It was clear there 
were no smiling happy aces out there.  When they threw the cards onto the 
table, it was Joe's five of hearts that was the lowest.  Moose's jack of 
spades hardly seemed high enough.  But it was.

	"Reshuffle" Joe snarled "I do not do anything."

	"You do or you and that damn camcorder leaves" Moose looked at Mark "now 
you'll see what a real amateur can do" getting off the table already pulling 
on his cock.

	"Moose don't do it" Stewie grabbed his arm.

	"This big dude is going down" Moose stood in front of the table, his dick 
rising to the opportunity "I don't care if your name is Kroos or Joe or 
Batman" Moose skinned the head back and forth until it was big and mean 
looking "cause I got a feeling underneath all those clothes is one fuckin 
hot big hairy dude.  And if there's one thing that gets my nut it's fucking 
big hairy butts."

	"Moose please don't!"

	"You vetoeing Stewart?"

	"N-no not vetoeing" Stewie saw a compromise "all these warm cokes suck.  
Moose how about some cold cokes and some ice."

	"Go get it then."

	"You know I'm not dressed for walking down the hallway naked" Stewie looked 
at Frank wrapped in a towel "remember how humiliating it was for Frank 
before."

	"Yeah that was really nasty" Moose smiled at Stewie.  When Stewie gave him 
his best "duh!" look, the big bruiser got it "yeah, yeah!"

	"Okay?" Stewie tapped his forehead.

	"Yeah!" Moose wheeled on Joe "okay mister Joe or whatever your name is.  
Here's the deal.  I want you to treat the whole room to cokes - "

	"You already have drinks" looking at the various cans strewn about the 
room.

	"Too bad" Moose continued to jack in his face "I want you to get your naked 
ass down that hallway, and come back with six - eight? -  cokes nice and 
cold, a bucket of ice and smile on your face and a bone in your cock, got 
it?"

	"You are crazy if you think I will do this."

	"Do it or leave" Moose looked around "veto?"

	"But the camcorder!"

	"It stays here until you come back just as I told you, got it?"

	"Mark?  Ricky?" Joe growled at them.  They looked away, knowing he could 
not make their lives much worse.

	"Okay we're agreed."

	"This is most regrettable" Joe stood up and put the camcorder down on his 
chair, turning it off as he did.  He looked around the room as his hand went 
to his shirt collar.  His dick was already hanging loose of his fly, soft 
and deadly.  When he pulled the shirt off, he was surprised to see Jerry 
take it and hang it up carefully.

	"Thank you.  I will remember your courtesy" looking at Moose "as will I 
remember yours."

	"Me too" Moose looked at Mark "but I already went through that ringer, 
right Mark?"

	"He can make it much much worse."

	"He's not kidding Moose" from Pat.

	"I'm already dead meat" his dick disproving that claim.

	Joe stood there wearing his wife-beater, his thick wide shoulders and large 
impressive arms covered with coarse reddish hair, lighter on his forearms 
but darker on his shoulders and back.  When he pulled the undershirt free of 
his slacks, the hair collected between those large projecting pecs, a forest 
of reddish-brown hair getting thicker going down to his large firm belly.  
He undid his expensive belt and unsnapped the pants, letting them fall to 
the floor for full effect.  Again Jerry was helpful picking up the pants, 
folding them and hanging them up.  When a small piece of paper fell out he 
quickly slipped it into his pocket, wondering why he was still dressed.

	Moose saw Joe standing there, big and bulky and hairy where it mattered.  
And Moose liked what he saw.  He went over to him and grabbed the waistband 
of his printed boxers, sliding them down and over that beercan cock.  Joe 
kicked out of them as Moose's hands started to rub all over Joe's chest and 
belly.

	"What are you doing?"

	"Getting you ready for your big show" Moose's hands rubbed the red fur on 
his belly then down to the trimmed pubes.  When his hand tried to encircle 
that fat cock Joe pulled away.

	"That was not part of your command."

	"Either you get this battering ram or I will, up to you."

	"You are so eager to touch a real man's penis, go ahead" Joe thrust his 
hips forward, his fists against his hips.  Joe was daring him to get him 
aroused, assuming he would not be capable of such a thing.  When Moose's 
other hand started working this low hanging balls, his palm slick with more 
baby oil Joe hissed and swore something Moose did not understand.  But it 
sounded like some words he heard from Kroos - the real Kroos - a few times 
when he was getting ready to blow his load.  So when more oil was rubbed 
beneath the loose overhanging foreskin and then around that shaft Moose felt 
it start to grow until his huge paw could not even encircle it.  It was 
maybe an inch shorter than Moose's but it felt three times as thick.  When 
Moose had to fight to keep it horizontal Joe was ready.

	"Okay simple enough" Moose gathered the coins Stewie had collected off the 
other table and from the floor "ice cold cokes, ice bucket full of ice, and 
rock hard cock when you return. Go!" and Stewie sprang up to open the door.

	Joe had barely stepped through the door when two guys passed the open 
doorway.  They took a quick look around the room and then their eyes were 
all over Joe as the door closed behind him.

	Man..." James stopped dead in his tracks to let Joe continue ahead of him 
and Scottie "who the fuck are you?"

	"And why are you naked man?" Scottie looked at him then at James "you know 
this guy?"

	"Fuck, ain't you one of the guys running this camp?" James skipped a few 
steps to catch up with him.  Joe was not waiting around for an escort.

	"You were at the head table at dinner" Scottie ran a few steps as well 
until he was on Joe's other side.  He wanted to make sure he saw.  Yeah the 
man was fully erect and man was that some dick or what?

	"I cannot talk now" Joe was heading for the end of the hallway when he 
heard the elevator ding.  The door opened and two guys emerged.  James saw 
them and waved, watching them head the other way.  If they saw a naked man 
almost hidden beyond the two they did not indicate it.  James caught up with 
Scottie and that big hairy naked guy at the soda machine.

	Joe was trying to throw the coins in the machine as fast as he could but 
Stewie must have gotten oil on them because more were falling to the floor 
than making it into the slot.

	"Y'need help?" Scottie's eyes were all over the man's front, like it was 
his first and last time seeing a two-headed man.  Which in a way it was.  
Scottie had seen guys naked lots of time, even some big-dicked adults at the 
Y.  But never fully boned and not all shiny and red like this one.  Even his 
pubes were trimmed to make his boys look even bigger, if that was possible.  
Scottie found himself crouching down to the floor to retrieve some of the 
fallen quarters, even grabbing the cans as they backed up in the tray.  He 
realized he was eye level with that beercan dick, frozen in its beam, the 
shaft slightly drooping and listing to the right.  Right into Scotties face. 
  Scottie felt himself getting aroused so close he was he could almost smell 
the dude's crotch.  He straightened up and looked at James, knowing his face 
was bright red.

	"Down there a while" James frowned.

	"Getting the guy's money... and cans."

	"Thank you.  I will reward your kindness."

	"Weird accent" James looked at Scottie, figuring out if he was perving on 
this or not "Polish?"

	"No" Joe would not look at him "Italian."

	James rattled off some swear words in Italian he learned from his cousin.  
When the man did not react he knew he was full of shit.  Hell, walking 
around naked and boning was not full of shit already?  James decided to see 
where Scottie was steering this.  He grabbed the rest of the guy's cold 
cans, balancing them against his shirt.

	"Thank you too" Joe turned to him finally, his hands empty of coins "I will 
reward you as well."

	"You can start 'rewarding' us by" looking at Scottie still red in the face 
"telling us what you're doing here naked and" nodding downwards"you know."

	"It was unfortunate, please forgive me if I offend you."

	"Oh you don't offend us" Scottie cut in "we're just like, y'know, curious 
is all."

	Joe looked up and down the hallway, luckily they were alone,

	"If you could help me, I thought there was an ice machine here."

	"Ice?  You need ice too?" James looked at him.

	"Yes" trying to cover himself now that his hands were free "do you know 
where there is one?"

	"I'll tell ya" Scottie gestured at James "if you tell us about this" 
raising his knee to Joe's crotch.  Joe backed away but only bounced into the 
wall.

	"No not do that."

	"Ice machine's on the next floor.  Elevator?"

	"No!" Joe jumped "not theelevator.  We take stairs."

	"Stairs it is" Scottie was already opening the door for them.  As soon as 
they were all standing on the landing, the door closed behind James, Scottie 
stared "okay man, what's the story here?"

	"Story?"

	"Was that Frank in the room before?" James blocked the stairs "tell me."

	"Perhaps there was someone there with that name."

	"Room full of naked guys" Scottie nodded "and here you are in the hall 
naked and looking like you were just having sex with those dudes."

	"NO!"

	"Hey we ain't blind" James looked at him.  The cans were starting to get 
cold against his gut so he needed to speed this up "where you guys all 
screwing around in there?"

	"Screwing!  Having sex with each other" Scottie wanted to sound disgusted 
but it came out more excited than disgusted.

	"No of course not."

	"Bull shit" and Scottie just reached out and grabbed that battering ram 
"explain this!"

	"Get your hands off - "

	"Tell us!"

	"I will not!" Joe yanked away as one can broke free and started clanging 
down the steps to the next landing, as loud as guns going off.

	"Knock it off up there!" they heard a voice echoing from below.

	"Okay man" James lowered his voice getting impatient "here's the deal.  
We'll help you get your ice and shit back to that room, we'll help you out - 
"

	"But you then help us out!"

	"Help you? How?"

	"You obviously been doing sex shit with those dudes, including Frankie boy. 
  So if this thing" this time James grabbed that cock.  And this time Joe 
did not pull away, fearing any more noise or worse "don't mind going up some 
guy's ass, then you ain't got any problems sucking off two horny dudes."

	"James!"

	"Chill Scottie" James smirked "I could tell the idea of dropping a load was 
crossing your mind when I saw you almost go down on this!"

	"You know I ain't - "

	"Ain't important" James nodded "the important this is the guy's gonna do 
it, aren't ya?" yanking the thick tube, his hand greasy and barely able to 
grasp it.  Joe hissed but nodded.

	"Ice machine's one floor down" James set down the icy cans as quietly as he 
could "I'll be right back" winking at Scottie "but not RIGHT back" and he 
was tiptoeing down the stairs.  They heard the door open and close and then 
they were alone.  Scottie set down his cans as well.

	"You shut up about this" Scottie pulled down the front of his shorts, his 
hard cock already in his fist.  Before Joe could crouch to his knees, 
Scottie had beat him to it.  His mouth was stretched wide trying to get that 
fist-thick head into his mouth, his other hand beating his meat like crazy.  
Scottie felt the fat head thrusting harder and harder into his mouth, trying 
to force its way into his throat, his hand a blur on his dick.  He would 
have continued sucking the big hairy football player for hours but they both 
heard the door open.  Scottie was on his feet in a flash pushing Joe to his 
knees.  When James rounded the stairs and picked up that dented can he 
looked up just as Scottie started blasting his primed load into Joe's mouth, 
finishing jacking on his chin.  Scottie pulled out as soon as he realized he 
had an audience, Joe getting to his feet trying to wipe his face.

	"Leave it.  Leave Scottie's jizz on your face like that" picking up the 
other cans as Scottie did the same, his shorts starting to stain where his 
cockhead pressed outward "let's go."

	James opened the door and the three when down the hall.  The elevator was 
silent as they made their way back to the opposite end.  Then stopped in 
front of six-ten.  Joe's hand was one the knob before James said,

	"Forgetting something?"

	"What is that?"

	"This" and James handed his bucket and cans to Scottie.  By the time 
Scottie had the cans balanced on top of the bucket, James' pants were open 
and his hefty soft dick was out "just like you did Scottie before.  Do it."

	Before anyone else showed up Joe looked down the hall and sank to his 
knees.  With the running start Scottie had, it took longer to get James 
hard.  But once he was hard Joe had his hands full.  Actually his mouth 
full. And James was no beginner when it came to blowjobs.  He went through 
three girlfriends before he found one who could take instructions.  She 
became a pro; James became an addict.  Even when she begged for him to put 
that big thing inside her, he claimed worries about pregnancy, but his dirty 
secret was he enjoyed nothing better than a deep hot blowjob.  And the 
blowjob he was getting would send him looking for a new girlfriend.  One 
with hair on his chest, if that's what it took to reduplicate the sensations 
this man's mouth was giving him.  Little did he realize but kneeling in 
front of him was someone who spent the better part of the last ten years 
finding guys, preferably young studs like James here, to fill his mouth two, 
three four times with their sweet fresh cum.  So the two fit together 
perfectly.

	James knew all the tricks to keep on the edge and not blow too soon, but 
this man, or rather his mouth, knew every countermove.  And as much as James 
wanted this to last all night, Joe's mouth was sucking him over the top in 
minutes.  He barely had the wits to pull out and blow his load all over 
Joe's face, knocking on the door as he did.  Joe did not have time to react 
before the door opened and there was Moose standing and looking down at Joe 
on his knees, his cock still in his fist and his face covered with cum.  He 
heard two guys running down the hall yelling,

	"Thank Frank for inviting us" before the sound of a door slamming.  Moose 
even helped Joe to his feet and some of the guys gathered the cold cokes and 
ice bucket before anyone else stumbled into their private party.

	"You must excuse me" Joe wiped his face as soon as he was in the room, 
looking at Ricky and Mark, especially at Ricky "I was detained."

	"Who was that?" Frank asked, not wanting to know.

	"I believe two friends of yours, I did not get their names" Joe lied.

	"Just their loads?" Frank was amazed and worried at the same time.  He 
almost recognized the voice in the hall, but the bad echo distorted it too 
much "what'd they look like?"

	"Like two high school students.  I could not see them clearly."

	"Not on your knees with your face in their crotch" Moose smirked "but you 
did that just fine" looking at his very hard cock "at it looked like you 
enjoyed your adventure."

	"I will remember your kindness" he looked at Moose.

	"Card!" John announced.  If he was not hard again, it would be had to tell. 
  Again they all looked at their cards, Joe selecting his own this time 
before he took his seat and set the camcorder recording again.  He discarded 
his six of hearts with disinterest.

	"C'mon guys" Pat tossed his two of hearts as best he could with his hand 
still half behind him "no fair."

	"Fair is very fair" John threw his king of spades, seeing a queen and a few 
tens.

	"Untie me at least if I'm gonna do stuff okay?"

	"For this y'don't need hands" John looked around the room.  He found his 
bag and yanked out a notepad.

	"You going to draw my picture?" Pat stood up, still full but not sticking 
straight out.  The way his arms were tied only made the muscle of his arms 
and shoulders stand out more dramatically.  He was a major stud and he knew 
it.  He looked at Mark and let his eyes go up and down his muscular body, 
seeing Mark do the same.  But most of his glances were at Stewie and even 
Moose.  Getting a chance to three-way with those two almost made the trip in 
itself "what are you doing?"

	"Okay here's your terrible ordeal.  Kind of like a lie detector game I made 
up, okay?"

	"No not okay" a panicked glance at Joe "veto!"

	Joe shrugged and pointed the camera at Pat's impressive physique.

	"Somebody!"

	"Chill Pat" Stewie looked at him "not like we're making you do buttfucking 
like Moose Man here."

	"Nobody forced me" he narrowed his eyes at Stewie.  Stewie read him loud 
and clear.

	"Anybody?" but there were some shrugs and grunts but that was it.  That and 
the sound of a few cans popping open.

	"Okay real easy" John gave his cock a tug "real REAL easy. Twenty questions 
- "

	"Don't see how this is going to get me off."

	"You are so eager to cum" John chuckled "oh you're gonna cum finally. Maybe 
wish you weren't."

	"Hey no pain!" Pat yelled.

	"Nothing physical" John bit his lip "okay question number one: of these 
dudes here in the room, which one really rocks your boat?"

	"C'mon no fair!"

	"Answer or forfeit."

	"Damnit..." he looked around the room, and lowered his head "Stewart" he 
muttered.

	"Who?  I didn't hear ya."

	"Stewart, okay?" louder but not looking up.

	"Cool... I think" Stewie looked at Moose "I got a fan."

	"Dude you always had fans" Moose slugged him "you were just too busy to 
notice."

	"Like who?"

	"Well that Pat stud for one."

	"No I mean - "

	"Stewie I need your help then" from John.

	"Do what?" looking at them "I ain't doin anything kinky here.  I didn't 
have a low card or anything."

	"Nothing evil" John hid his smile "well not REAL evil."

	"Do what?"

	"Stand next to your number one fan and..." looking at Pat "just hold his 
dick."

	"What?"

	"Worst thing can happen is you get a handful of cum" John looked at him 
"after everything so far..."

	"Fine I'll do it" Stewie made a big sigh and groaned off the bed.  No way 
would he let Moose know nothing would be hotter than to jack that stud off.  
Well maybe second hottest thing, the new hottest thing was another ride up 
Moose River.  He crawled over to Pat and stood next to him, his shaved 
crotch very exposed suddenly.  When his hand grabbed that amazing stud dick, 
and he saw the lust in Moose's eyes, he could not help but react "but I'm 
hatin it."

	"Tell your ass-fuckin dick that" Moose was sitting there, jacking himself 
and not hiding it.

	"Question two" John was stroking himself as well "some of these are kinda 
two parters but they count for one.  Nobody likes it they can suck my dick" 
getting a few chuckles "number two: not counting the dudes here tonight who 
was the first and most recent guy you masturbated to orgasm.  Details!"

	"You're kidding right?" Pat looked at Joe "veto this!"

	"We have few secrets any more" from behind the camera.

	"No fair I veto."

	"You can't" Mark folded his arms, then headed for the bathroom.

	"C'mon guys, you don't wanna hear about..."

	"Wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know" John pulled his hand away, his hard 
cock already throbbing and close "remember you're the one started this whole 
thing.  A bunch of horny guys need to get to know each other, is what you 
said.  Well let's get to know the real Pat.  The real stud."

	"Do I have to?"

	"Yeah, basically" the hand on his dick reminded him.

	"Okay" Pat looked down at the floor "the first guy was..." he closed his 
eyes "my dad, okay?"

	"Really?" Stewie felt the cock in his hand fill a bit.  His subtle 
squeezings might have caused it, but Stewie was guessing otherwise "talk to 
us."

	"My... dad, okay?" looking at Joe for some reason "I was maybe thirteen or 
shit, I don't know, just old enough to discover jacking off.  No I did it 
myself accidentally, okay?  Nobody showed me, my dick showed me."

	"No kidding" from Frank.

	"Details" from John.

	"He was in the shower, I was... I don't know maybe washing my hands or 
something?  When he opened the curtain to grab a towel there I was.  I could 
not stop looking at it.  It wasn't the biggest in the world" looking at Joe 
"but it was my dad's okay?  I don't know how I did it but before I knew it 
my hand was on it.  He tried to stop me but I couldn't let go.  When he 
started throwing a hardon something just snapped.  I knew if I kept jacking 
him he could cum.  And he cummed all right!  All over my pants.  We never 
did it again."

	"Most recent?"

	"C'mon guys..." silence.

	"Bus ride here okay?"

	"Details."

	"I was sitting next to..." he looked at Frank "you really want to hear 
this?"

	"Yeah."

	"A friend of yours Scottie."

	"Scottie Durson?"

	"I guess."

	"What he look like?"

	"Curly blond hair, pug nose, square jaw, kinda pudgy."

	"Ejaculates easily?" from Joe.  Frank did not know who to turn to first.

	"What?"

	Joe pointed to his face, nodding at the coke in Frank's hand.

	"You shittin me?  In the hallway just now?" Frank looked at Pat or rather 
his growing enormous dick "in the fuckin bus?"

	"You were busy playing games with Mark here to notice" Pat lowered his head 
"we were kinda dozing on and off.  I didn't mean to grab his crotch, I just 
woke up and my hand was there okay?"

	"Keep going" Frank looking back at Joe, or rather Joe's hand getting that 
fat tube hard again then to Pat harder than ever.

	"When he woke up and my hand was there he just looked around the bus, but 
no one was noticing.  When his hand found this" looking down at what Stewie 
was slowly squeezing "our flies were open fast."

	"Nobody saw?"

	"If they did they didn't say anything" Pat closed his eyes, feeling his 
dick responding to all this "we sat there pulling each other off, stopping, 
starting, stopping again.  He really really liked playing with that" nodding 
down "and I don't think he ever wanted to stop.  If Muscle Dude with his 
fuckin hardon hadn't walked through right then we'd still be jacking I 
think.  But when your friend Scottie saw this big naked muscleman with his 
hardon bouncing off guys walking down the aisle he just exploded!  Like your 
show" looking at Mark "was his personal jack-off fantasy or something."

	"Fuck..." Frank bit his lip "Scottie."

	"You got the idea" John's cock was throbbing and shiny again "number two: 
except for dudes here tonight first and most recent guy you sucked off."

	"Aw for cryinout loud!" Pat winced at the feeling coming from his cock.  
Stewie grabbed the bottle of oil Moose tossed at him and before Pat could 
compose himself his cock was coated with a nice shiny slippery cum-inducing 
surface "no... please!"

	"No what?"

	"Stop playing with my cock."

	"Thought you were in such a hurry to cum?"

	"Not like this, not like I'm being - "

	"Forced to cum?" Stewie looked at him "kinda nasty ain't it?  Tied up and 
some guy - "

	"Some really hot guy!"

	"- is playing with your stuff" smearing the oil into his balls, giving his 
cock a break.  It jumped up and almost hit Pat in the stomach it was that 
hard.  Stewie gave his nuts a few tugs, making Pat's ten inches bob up and 
down.  The camera was all over it.

	"Tell us about those blow jobs."

	"Okay but don't touch my dick, please" Pat was panting, sweating running 
down his muscled chest, his stomach flexing trying to get air "I was at 
practice, in my sophomore year, trying out for wrestling."

	"Cool" Moose grunted "knew you were a grappler."

	"A real hard-ass coach, never could do anything right.  He... he kept me 
one night after practice, saying my reversals were worse'n some old lady."

	"Old line."

	"He kept at me and kept at me and kept at me until I couldn't take it.  I 
told him I was quitting, but he suddenly did this jeckle-hyde thing, all 
buddy-buddy put his arm around me and shit.  Told me to shower off I'll feel 
better.  I'm standing in the shower feeling like shit, just standing there 
eyes closed.  Next thing I hear another shower starting behind me.  It's 
fuckin him.  He's standing there still wearing his sweat shorts.  When they 
get wet they really hug his body and dude he had a body" nodding at Mark 
"like you but leaner.  But the same muscles on top of muscles" Pat jerked 
when Stewie's hand slid under his balls then back to the base of that shaft.

	"Keep going."

	"I... I... I... trying not to watch, don't wanna see him catch me 
looking... I can't help it I start boning."

	"And when you bone stud you bone!" Stewie's hand making tight little jerks 
at the base of that bone.

	"Ah... ah... ah... I turn away I don't want him seeing me.  He coughs I 
gotta look and his shorts and down and he's wearing an old jockstrap.  I 
can't help looking and he sees my cock... no.. no..."

	"Keep going" John is openly masturbating watching this "both of you."

	"He sees my hardon and he doesn't say anything, he lowers his jockstrap 
facing me and I oh I... shit... his cock!" and white ropes of cum start 
jettisoning out of that huge cock, shooting several feet forward, even 
hitting John on the leg.  John is splattering his other thigh with his own 
cum then.

	"Don't stop!" John gasped.

	"Please no..." Pat is bucking, trying to get his cock to empty, but 
Stewie's hand in under his balls, his cock free and swinging like crazy.

	"Keep masturbating him" Joe was tugging his cock as well, the bluish-red 
head popping in and out of that foreskin "he can keep ejaculating several 
times."

	"Keep talking Pat" Stewie rubbed his own hard cock against Pat's right 
thigh "it's got me real turned on, don't stop talking."

	"I see his cock, he's looking at my bone and he starts soaping his crotch, 
pretending nothing is happening.  When he takes a step closer his soapy 
hand... ah!" Stewie's oily hand started working over the flared head then 
"ah oh... he starts washing my crotch, and then I'm washin his crotch and 
then he's pushing my shoulders down and I know he wants me to put my mouth 
on his cock and then I'm blowing him I never touched a cock with my mouth 
and he's telling me how to suck him and before I can figure out what I'm 
doing my mouth is filling up with his juice."

	"Most recent?" John founded some underwear, his? and wiped off his legs.  
His dick finally started to deflate.

	"Yesterday, a guy I know from school.  We get together and... and... we 
wrestle okay?  And if he's horny enough and I can pin him he'll let me suck 
him off.  We were wrestling and he pulled down my briefs so I think he's 
horny and I get him hard and..." Stewie's hand was working all the magic 
spots on Pat's cock, looking like it had not shot off only a few seconds ago 
"we were rolling around and he pinned my on my back and then just pushed his 
crotch up to my face.  He started to piston-fuck my mouth and I'm gagging 
and he's pumping his cum into my mouth before I can buck him off."

	"Question number three" John looked up to see if anyone saw his jacking.  
Most were too busy with their hands in their own crotches "first and most 
recent guy to fuck you in the ass if you ever been."

	"Oh no do I...?"

	"Have you?" Stewie's hand was back at Pat's balls "tell me about it.  I 
don't know much about screwing guys" looking at Moose.  But Moose was hard 
and stroking watching this.

	"It's real bad, you'll think I am a total freak or something."

	"Tell me."

	"But people might not - "

	"Try me."

	"I mean it's a secret and shit."

	"Tell me" the hand was back to stroking that cock, up and down its full 
length.

	"I... I... oh shit that feels amazing, I was at school and the coach 
brings" Pat's eyes flash around the room and as fast as shut tight "some 
man, just some guy, I don't know him, to our practice.  He's big and mean 
but when he meets me he's not bad, not yelling at me like the other guys.  
Somehow I tell him about working out at home and he says I gotta be careful 
I'm not doing it wrong.  That Saturday he comes by our house, I guess I told 
him the address I don't remember... ah... oh..." rocking his hips into 
Stewie's fist "my and my two brothers, Mike's older, Sean's one year behind 
me, we're working out in the basement like always and then my dad tells me 
there's a guy at the door.  He sends him downstairs and it's the guy from 
practice like.  He's like talking to my dad some and then my dad goes back 
upstairs so I guess it's cool he's there and everything.  He starts watching 
me and my brothers working out with the weights and everything and he starts 
giving Mike pointers and Mike is like eating it up.  Mike even takes off his 
shirt to show him how big his biceps and pecs are getting.  Then he's 
working with Sean and he gets Sean's shirt off and then the same thing with 
me.  Then he starts doing some bench presses himself to show us stuff and 
then his sweatshirt is off and my brothers are like freaking..." Pat stopped 
to enjoy the stroking on his cock.  Again Stewie's hands went back to the 
balls again slipping into that greasy crack beneath.  When Pat widened his 
stance Stewie wondered if he should do it.  Even with everyone watching.  
Hell, because they were watching his oily hand went back between his legs 
and found Don's crack.  Don lowered himself a little and Stewie's fingers 
found his hole.  He found the bottle and really oiled up both hands this 
time,

	"Keep going.  Why were your brothers so freaked out?"

	"None of us have a lot of hair okay?  Sean's almost like you except he 
don't shave.  So when they see this guy, this adult! and he's all hairy, not 
like an ape, but covered with that - I mean with hair on his back and his 
chest, their eyes just bug out.  So he's doing these bench presses and he's 
getting all sweaty and his hair is matting on his chest... oh... fuck!" 
Stewie's reoiled finger started inching into his hole, the other back 
rubbing Pat's balls "damn... fuck... oh shit..."

	"Keep going."

	"And then I'm on my back doing presses and when I look up the dude in 
wearing nothing but his white boxers!  I almost drop the bar but he's there 
to spot me and he helps me finish the set and then it's Mike's turn and damn 
if Mike ain't stripped down to his white jockeys.  I tell them this is kinda 
weird but they say it's cool the rents are upstairs for crissakes what harm 
can it do and then Mike is lying on his back doing presses but more weight 
and he's really struggling and just like that K-I mean this guy is almost 
pressing his front onto Mike's head.  Then Sean starts saying things like 
dude your fly is open and I look and one of the buttons or snaps is open and 
you can see his red-I mean his pubes and even the top of his dick a bit.  
But Sean thinks it's real adult and shit to be working out like this and 
then he's stripping down to except then... damn..." Stewie's finger hit home 
"yeah... that spot right there, that's my nut... hit that!  Oh fuck!"

	"Keep going."

	"Mike is pissed because Sean's like buck naked now! Threatening what might 
happen if mom comes downstairs and sure enough right then mom yells down the 
stairs she's going out shopping and dad's mowing the lawn and not get into 
trouble, and Sean almost gets dressed again but decides now he's naked 
fuckit.  So when it's his turn on the bench presses he's like lying there 
naked and he's like looking right up K-I mean the guy's leg opening he says 
I can see your balls and K-the guy says Sean I can see yours too.  Then it's 
Mike's turn again and he's flat on his back wearing his jockeys and it looks 
like his dickhead is trying push out the fly I can remember this like it was 
yesterday, and Sean thinks it's funny so he grabs it and pulls it through 
the opening but Mike's arms are straining with the weights but when he feels 
Sean's hand on his dick he almost drops the bar again, and this time Kr-the 
guy does have to press his crotch down against Mike's face to keep from 
falling over him and his cock pops out the fly.  And when Sean sees that he 
can't help but grab it he's never seen an uncut cock before.  Like my 
brothers okay? they never got crazy like this and Sean's begging to see the 
guy naked too he wants to see what it looks like and here's Sean touching 
him and feeling up his dick and balls and when Sean got the hardon Mike got 
a hardon.... "

	"Keep going" John was hard again as well, jacking it with the stolen bottle 
of oil.  The way he was twisting his cock someone would think he never felt 
lube on his dick before "the rest, how you got fucked."

	"I'm yellin at them tellin'm all to put their clothes on before dad comes 
back but Sean jumps up to the window and says dad's way in the back yard.  
Then the guy is taking his turn doing presses and I gotta admit it, he looks 
kinda amazing lying there, his muscles all shiny and sweaty with the red 
hair and that uncut dick lying there, well until Sean starts playing with 
it, then when I see Mike drop his briefs and even he's like spotting this 
guy naked with his cock almost in the guy's face and I look out the window 
and dad's way in back pruning or shit and I look back when I hear the bar 
bang down and Mike has his cock in the guy's mouth!" Stewie working two 
fingers in and out of Pat's hole then his other hand torturing that cock 
continuously, keeping it shiny and oily, back and forth "I can't believe 
this I can't believe I'm tellin you guys this."

	"Keep talking."

	"And Sean... man he sees he older brother hard and getting a blow job from 
this total stranger and then his mouth is in the guy's crotch but he can't 
do more than lick it and get it all hard, and as soon as it's hard the guy 
is off the bench and then Sean's on his back and Mike's spotting and Kr-this 
guy is suckin Sean like crazy and just when it looks like Sean's about to 
have the orgasm of his life they make me take a turn.  Mike is spotting me 
and then I feel his face in my crotch and he's tugging down my trackies and 
when he sees my cock he starts sucking it like oh... oh... oh..." and before 
Stewie can stop, Pat's cum in shooting out of his cock in two giant ropes.

	"Keep masturbating him" Joe was jacking his cock like made "he will cum 
right away."

	"Keep talking" Stewie's two hands were rocking Pat's hips from both 
directions "he was blowing you..."

	"And I wanna cum so bad but then he pulls me off the bench and then Sean's 
on the bench but on his stomach and Kr-the guy is starting to jab his... 
oh... yeah... harder... his finger into Sean's bottom and I tell him to stop 
and he tells me if I don't like it get on the bench myself and Sean's not 
old enough he barely has hair and what little he has is so blond it looks 
like he none so I gotta save my little brother and Mike is too busy getting 
sucked off and I get on the bench and then I feel it... yes! yes!" Pat 
rocking onto Stewie's fingers hard, Stewie's hand a blur up and down that 
long shaft "his fingers are in me and then he's smearing some grease Sean 
found under the bench and his greasy dirty fingers and opening me wider and 
wider and then I feel it it's massive I feel like I'm gonna die it hurts so 
much and I'm screaming but Mike shoves his cock in my mouth to keep me from 
yelling and that thing just keeps pushing harder and harder into me harder 
and harder and oh FUCK!" again Pat's cock swelled and Stewie's hand showing 
it no mercy but yanking it as another glob of cum gets squeezed onto the 
floor.

	"Keep masturbating him he will still ejaculate" and then Kroos-Joe's cock 
started oozing clear goo from the end, his hand slowing as he approached the 
end.

	"Oh.. oh... ah... he's tearing into me and Mike starts jacking in my face 
but Kr-the guy leans forward and catches it in his mouth and I think Sean is 
somewhere moaning then I feel this hot pressure inside my ass and he's 
cumming inside me he's cumming up my ass and then I think I black out..."

	Stewie's slide his fingers free of Pat's hole, and stopped the frantic 
stroking as Pat's dick started to droop, losing none of its length as it 
bent downwards, the last strand of jizz roping downwards.  Stewie untied the 
knot on Pat's hands then headed straight for the john, the sound of water 
filling the room.

	"But I have more questions!"

	"Veto!" from the bathroom "I mean it."

	"He means it" from Moose, his own cock hard and red from the abuse.

	"Break" from Pat "I'm a mess."

	"We're leaving anyway" from Mark already into most of his clothes.  Both he 
and Ricky Ruiz were busy at the closet and dressed before anyone realized.  
Getting Joe dressed was another matter.  He wanted to have a few words with 
Pat but Moose and Stewie were running interference getting him to the 
bathroom as Ricky and Mark were getting away.  And Frank was full of 
questions for Joe which did not help him get dressed.  And somehow his print 
boxers were not were he left them.  Rather than tear apart the already 
chaotic room, Joe left them there and as suddenly as they had descended on 
the room they disappeared like they had a train to catch.  Moose almost did 
not get dressed in time to follow them.

	"Why are you leaving?" from Stewie and Pat.

	"Got a hunch about this" rubbing his nose "time to play bloodhound."

	"Y'mean cumhound" Stewie shoulder-blocked him.

	"Been called worse" knocking fists with them "tomorrow!" and he crept out 
the door.



	Jerry went to the bathroom to hide.  He could just imagine the names he had 
acquired in the last few hours.  He cleaned and straigthened up the 
bathroom, anything, rather than go back out there.  After several hours, or 
fifteen minutes by others' standards, he was back in the room.  It was a 
mess, but a more ordered mess than he remembered.

	"Wow..." was all he could say.  He took the chair in the corner, knowing 
whose chair it would always be.  The "Kroos-Joe" chair they'd call it.  Or 
"Camera" chair.  Either way it would be infamous.  He could sit in in maybe 
five minutes, or one by other's standards, before he needed another spot.  
When he heard John shuffling cards he grunted "knock that off!"

	"Why?"

	"Just put them away okay?"

	"So you really a card shark?"

	"I never said -"

	"Dude... Jerry I saw you with these.  You like give lessons or something?"

	"I ain't a card shark" he lied.  Like he was going to admit being a 
ruthless poker player?  With these guys?

	"I can't sleep" Stewie got off the bed "not after that."

	"No shit" from Frank.  He looked over at Pat who was sitting in "the chair" 
staring at the carpet "you're awfully quiet."

	"Look... guys, if you like... y'know want I'll find another room tomorrow 
okay?  I'll sleep on the floor just tonight?"

	"Why's that?" Stewie asked but knew.

	"I'm after... y'know all that shit... y'sure as fuck don't want me in 
here..."

	"Knock it off" Stewie tossed a magazine back in his bag "nobody's leavin 
and nobody's freaked out" looking at the other guys "are you?"

	"No, not really, nope" from various corners.

	"See?  No biggie" Stewie chuckled "present company excepted."

	"Funny Stewie."

	"True Pattie."

	"You call me Pattie?  Only my brothers call me Pattie."

	"Okay I won't, Pat."

	"No, I don't mind, it's just weird hearing it - "

	"After what you told us?" John rustled the cards more "even if it wasn't 
true it was... hot" he almost said under his breath but suspected Pat heard 
it.

	"Fuck it's true" he rested his elbows on his knees staring at the stained 
carpet.

	"So that really was that Joe, or Kroos you call him, who did that to you 
and your brothers?" Stewie tried not to sound accusing.

	"Fuck" not looking up "yeah."

	"What happened after that?" John stopped with the cards finally "you guys 
get caught or not?"

	"Not..." he looked at the door "that time."

	"What?!?!" Stewie was on his feet "you mean that bastard came back?"

	"He was like friends with my coach, even my dad liked him!  What could I 
do?"

	"Report him for child molestation for one" Jerry shuddered.  What seemed 
hot five minutes ago now seemed a bit sinister.

	"It wasn't really molestation" Pat bit his finger "I mean that one 
afternoon was the only time he... we did shit okay?  After that it was all 
normal like.  Like it never happened."

	"He never tried screwing" Stewie shook his head "sorry I mean doing things 
with you or your brothers again?"

	"Not that Sean didn't want - sorry forget I said that okay?"

	"None of my, our business right?" looking around the room "right?"

	"Right" they answered one by one.

	"And except for that welcome committee" Stewie looked at Pat "nobody knows 
about any of this shit okay?"

	"Fuck except for James and Scottie now" Frank looked at them "the whole 
fuckin baseball team probably knows about all this by now."

	"Or not" Stewie looked at them "c'mon think about it.  There are only guys 
here.  So you gonna go bragging about getting blowjobs in the hall if the 
only one handing them out would be another guy?  Pretty stupid y'ask me."

	"Scottie's pretty stupid" Frank shook his head "James no.  He'll keep his 
mouth shut his parents would kill for even knowing about this" looking at 
Pat "you two really did that?  Or was that part of the - "

	"Get it straight okay?" Pat threw some lint on the floor "I wish I did make 
that stuff up."

	"Look Pat, it's cool okay?" Stewie came across the room "we're all on your 
side here okay?"

	"Yeah... we are..." from around the room.

	"See?  Just because you're feeling some post-sex blues right now don't take 
it seriously."

	"But it is serious!"

	"Yes it is" Stewie slugged his shoulder "but at the same time it ain't 
okay?  Like you said, we all needed to get to know each other."

	"Boy do we know each other" Jerry looked up then looked back down "no he's 
right."

	"What?"

	"Shit look at me!" Jerry knew he was hanging himself but there was so much 
rope lying around the room "before tonight you guys thought I was this okay 
shortstop -"

	"Smokin shortstop."

	"Whatever.  And now I got this big sign on my head saying 'cocksucker' 
okay?"

	"You ain't a cocksucker" John looked around blushing "any more than any of 
us are."

	"And damn" Stewie whistled "if you're a cocksucker I'm a total homo okay?  
Just don't tell my girlfriend that.  She'll want me to like pick our her 
clothes or shit" and that brought a laugh.

	"Now what do we do?"

	"Fish or cut bait" John started shuffling again.

	"Will you knock it off?"

	"No he's right" Stewie looked at Pat "we still some unresolved issues here, 
we need to work them out."

	"What are you, doctor Phil?"

	"Call me doctor Stew!" he started to strut around the room "and the doctor 
is in the house!"

	"Doctor in the house doctor in the house!" they started chanting.  And just 
like that the mood was broken.

	"And I don't do proctoscopes!" wiggling his fingers in the air.  He got a 
pillow to the head for that one.  They were laughing too loud to hear Pat 
say "wanna bet?"  But he was smiling when he said that.

	"One last one" John put the deck in the middle of the floor "for the road."

	"Man how many times can you jack off?"

	"I don't know I never counted" and took a card.

	They picked they cards and as soon as they heard "oh shit here we go again" 
from Pat, they knew who got "low".  Jerry was the last to toss his back.  It 
was a fucking Ace of Hearts.

	"Shit Ace of Hearts lucky in love!" John pronounced the last word like it 
had seven syllables.  They laughed then Pat got quiet.

	"C'mon I already been through shit here okay?"

	"I ain't gonna make you 'do' anything okay?" Jerry bit his lip "but I just 
wanna know... lemme see the rest of those questions!"

	"Forget it" John got red "y'wanna see them you'll haveta earn them."

	"Fine have it your way."

	"What you wanna know?"

	Jerry looked at Stewie then back to Pat "you really think Stewie is a 
stud?"

	"Is that the task?"

	"Yeah, simple question.  Do you?"

	Pat could not look up when he answered "yeah."

	"Why?" Stewie was not pissed "I remind you of your brother?  Sean?  Cause 
I'm all clean and shaved?"

	"Fuck no...." he bit his lip "least I don't think that's it."

	"But you like guys right?" again Stewie was not pissed.

	"Some guys" Pat did look up "some girls."

	"And some coaches" John turned beet red.

	"Shit" he lowered his head "but yeah."

	"Works for me" Stewie shrugged "Jerry shuffle'm!"

	"What?  Again?"

	"Hey it's beats" Stewie laughed "I was going to say 'beatin off' but that 
makes no sense now."

	"No shit" but Jerry took the cards and shuffled them.  When John saw his 
two of clubs he wanted to groan.  Out came an seven and a eight and the 
highest was Frank's nine of clubs.

	"Okay now I'll take that book" Frank held out his hand.

	"It's private."

	"So's what happens in this room" Stewie looked at Pat "kinda."

	"But it's just..."

	"My task for you is to answer the twenty questions the same way Pat here 
had to."

	"But you don't know what they were."

	"Then you'll have to gimme the book einstein."

	"Still sounds like two tasks to me" but he reached behind him under the bed 
and pulled out that bulging blue notebook.  He opened it to the proper page 
and handed it to Frank "don't look at the other stuff."

	"That WOULD be another task for you" Frank took it and set it down on the 
floor in front of him "okay twenty questions."

	"I'm fucked."

	"Now you know how I felt" Pat sat down on the bed above him.

	"Same one: who was the first and most recent person you masturbated to 
orgasm?"

	"That's two questions."

	"Suck it up" Pat smirked "for me it was one."

	"Shit okay."

	"Well?"

	"It was..." John chewed his fingernail like he forget the answer to the 
final "lemme..."

	"You never did, did you?"

	"Shit no" John's head shot up "that's like gay okay?"

	"You never jacked with a buddy?"

	"No, okay?"

	"So the next one's also out of the question, because I don't think you ever 
been buttfucked."

	"Shit no!"

	"I won't waste our time with the rest of these but wow John, what an 
imagination!  Animals, piss, even one here about some dude taking a dump on 
a dude?  Wow!"

	"I told you it was private!" trying to yank the book back.  Frank held it 
out of reach.

	"Oops I forgot something here" Frank looked over the list again "question 
number one" looking up "or in your case number three: which guy in this room 
rocks your boat?"

	"Fuck..." not daring to look around or answer it.  To answer it would be to 
put a hole in his head.

	"It's me isn't it?" Pat looked down at him, folding his arms.

	"Number four: do you find Pat sexually attractive?"

	"Goddamn!" John tried to get up but Pat's hand pushed his shoulder back 
down.

	"Answer the question John or forfeit."

	"Veto!" he yelled "somebody please!"

	"I'll take that as a 'yes' then" Frank laughed "dude it's no biggie.  
Everyone would find this stud hot" he looked at the shocked expression "in a 
weird porno movie kinda way."

	"Thanks, I think."

	"Don't think" Stewie laughed "fuck.  Man they should have like an olympic 
event for you or something."

	"Olympic long dick!" Jerry said.

	"Olympic cum marathon" Stewie added "fuck my wrist is still sore."

	"Tell the doctor tomorrow" Pat hit his head "oh that's right, you are the 
doctor!"

	"Doctor Love in the house!" Stewie started again.

	"Okay okay you dudes.  Maaaan" Frank rolled his eyes "a regular comedy show 
here."

	"Hey it's beat jacking off."

	"You and jacking off already" Frank looked at the questions and threw the 
book back at John.  You never saw anyone look so relieved.  But not for 
long.

	"Number five" Frank thought "you think Pat's hot, would you masturbate him 
to orgasm if you had the chance?"

	"Fuuuuucccck" John felt like a trapped animal "veto!"

	"Answer it John" Stewie looked at him "it ain't like admitting to murder."

	"Or child molestation" Jerry was still trying to process that story.

	"Well?"

	"Shit..." not daring to look up "maybe..."

	"Yes in my books" Frank wanted a pencil and paper to keep score "number?"

	"Six."

	"Right six" Frank looked at John "does thinking about running your hand up 
and down Pat's big cock like Stewie did before give you a hardon?"

	"Fuck" he squirmed a bit.

	"Another yes" Frank slapped his thigh "great idea John, I'm getting to like 
this.  And think: you can keep your clothes on too."

	"Rather take my clothes off."

	"Sure fine" Frank's fingers were busy "number seven.  Would you rather 
masturbate Pat or have him masturbate you?"

	"Jeez..." John now knew it was all going to come out "rather masturbate him 
I think."

	"Cool" Pat slapped John's shoulder "good to know."

	"For you maybe" biting his lip.

	"Don't sweat it" Stewie looked around "any dude in here would love to jack 
that meat.  I just got lucky" looking at Pat "or something."

	"Or something, definitely" Pat looked back.

	"Number eight" Frank looked at him closer "would you rather blow Pat or 
have him blow you."

	"Him" looking up "you blow me.  I'd choke to death" and there was some 
laughter.

	"Deal" Pat leaned back "you jack me, I blow you.  It balances out."

	"Nine: you rather fuck him or have him fuck you."

	A deadly silence over the room.  John looked like he stopped breathing.  
Even Stewie shut up.

	"C'mon you couldn't take me up your ass" Pat looked almost worried "could 
you?  You've never had anything up there have you?"

	"Ten: have you ever put anything other than a piece of toilet paper up your 
butthole?"

	"Veto please!"

	"What?" Frank looked at him "make that number eleven."

	John looked like he was going to have a stroke right then and there.

	"Dude you heard about me shoving things up my hole to moon truckers" Frank 
looked around "bigger than that plug I got before?"

	John turned red and just nodded.

	"Fine twelve" Frank looked at Pat's crotch "bigger than Pat?" the slightest 
of nods.

	"Not bigger than that Joe guy!" from Stewie.  When he saw the slightest nod 
from John he swore under his breath.

	"Not bigger than Ruiz' foot long?" Frank shook his head "okay number 
thirteen."

	"Yeah..." the tide went out with the softest whirr, carrying with it all of 
John's baggage.

	"Why?"

	"I can answer for John" patting his shoulder "it's like an amazing orgasm 
right?  You feel like your entire insides are rushing out your dick, right?  
And it's not just your dick that's exploding, it's like your whole body is 
one big penis right?"

	"No shit!" John looked up at him "but I know you ain't shoving baseball 
bats up your ass are you?"

	"WHAT!?!?!" from around the room.

	"Dude remind me to wear rubber gloves to practice" Pat punched him "hey 
it's a joke!"

	"C'mon John, you're bullshittin!"

	"Okay I'm bullshittin okay?"

	"Fourteen" Frank leaned forward "have you ever put the end of a baseball 
bat up your ass in order to achieve some kind of super-orgasm?"

	"I won't ask for veto I won't get one" John snarled "yeah okay?"

	"Wow" echoed around the room.

	"Fifteen: was it as intense as all that?"

	"And then some."

	"Frank ask him this" from Stewie of all people "you ever have cum without 
even touching your dick?  With our without a bat" he was not joking.

	"Yeah" John looked at the rug "I thought I died until I saw the cum on the 
floor.  I didn't even touch my cock.  It just exploded by itself."

	"You too huh?" but Pat was looking at Stewie.

	"You see things too?"

	"You too?" and the room broke into a thousand voices at once.  After a 
while the room divided into two camps: the ones who had the breakthrough 
orgasms and the ones who would do anything to join the first camp.
	"Okay that counts for sixteen through twenty or whatever" Frank rolled his 
eyes.  Shit he was not the only one losing his marbles.  The cards were 
shuffled and stacked again.

	"Cards!"

	Jerry saw his Ten of Clubs and crossed his fingers.  Then Stewie's Jack of 
Hearts landed with Frank's Two of Hearts.  His stomach churned.

	"C'mon Stewie go easy on him" Pat rose from the bed.  But Stewie was 
heading for the bathroom.  Frank thought it was to piss but he returned with 
the butt plug.

	"C'mon Stewie not again."

	"Just kidding" he tossed it his bag "don't want it lying around is all 
right?"

	"So what is it?  What must I do?"

	"I still can't figure this out" Stewie looked at him "all us dudes been 
dropping loads all night" looking at Pat "some going for a gold record."

	"Not by fault your hand felt so good" Pat smiled "or your mouth."

	"Nothin compared to my ass" and that stopped him like a plastic arrow to 
the mouth "so Frankie my boy, it's not part of your task but, did you cum 
today?  In the bus this morning?"

	"I wish."

	"You mean you been through all this shit, even with Moose in the hall 
before?  You still haven't gotten off once today?"

	"Sucks to be me right?"

	"Okay easy one here" Stewie looked around the room "which dude here you 
want to shack up with in one of the beds who you think could get you off" 
seeing Frank swallow his tongue "and how?"

	"And how!" John threw back his head.

	"C'mon!  That's not a question you ask another guy!"

	"It is playing this weird "high-low" shit."

	"You mean I could make any dude do any sex shit I want and get a bed doing 
it?"

	"Hey!" from John "he had low card not high!"

	"Anything in the rules?" looking to Pat again.

	"Fuck if I can think of anything."

	"Not that it would happen okay?" Frank looked around the room "and not 
saying it HAS to happen okay?"

	"Okay okay what?"

	"I'm not a big guy, neither is Jerry here" looking at John "you I can make 
an exception for."

	"You want all three of you in one bed?"

	"Sure we could fit."

	"But what about?"

	"That gives you and Pat there your own bed" Frank looked at Pat "you made 
it real clear before okay?"

	"What?  Frank?"

	"Just watch your ass Stewie" Frank chuckled "cause you might be runnin the 
bases funny tomorrow.  Kinda bowlegged?"

	"You shit!" Stewie threw his pillow at him but Frank knocked it away.  Best 
play he made all day.

	"Well I guess the game worked out then right?" Jerry was relieved.  He knew 
sleeping with those two would be crowded but at least he did not have to 
worry about weird things going on.  Unless John brought his bat to bed with 
him.

	"Okay fine..." looking at Pat "you mind?"

	"N-n-no" Pat felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

	"You might, I snore like a bastard."

	"And I wake up with morning wood like - "

	"Like a baseball bat" Jerry cut in.  Even John laughed at that one.

	So they were all a bit surprised when Stewie shuffled and put the deck on 
the floor,

	"Cards!"

	"What for?  I thought everything's all decided now?"

	"Call it intuition.  Last round."

	"They're all last round" John took a card.  Jerry's Queen was going to 
guarantee him a good night's sleep.  That was until Pat's King of Hearts and 
Frank's King of Spades went flying out.  And who was low?  Nobody but 
Stewie.

	"Told ya to call it quits" John looked around "cause those two are nothing 
but trouble."

	"I am at your mercy" Stewie dropped to his knees, a bit overplayed.

	"Actually both or mercies" Frank called Pat over and they huddled a second. 
  When Stewie heard Pat say "are you nuts?" he knew he was in deep shit.

	"Okay time for bed" Frank announced "we get that one, you two get that one. 
Last call for the bathroom."

	"But what about?"

	"Bed time you losers now!" Pat joined in "then we'll let you know what your 
punishment is."

	"What is it?"

	"First clean up and hit the sack girls!" mocking their coach.  One by one 
the guys did that bedtime duties, washing, brushing, pissing.  When it came 
time to start taking off clothes, they looked at each other.

	"For crissakes!" Pat was stripping off his clothes.  ALL his clothes "it's 
like a hundred in here okay?  You all gonna sleep in your winter coats?"

	"I dunno" Jerry looked at them "it's feel weird."

	"Your about six hours too late for weird" Frank was stripping naked as well 
"guys  you need to be reminded of - "

	"Hell no" John was stripping down.  When they saw his hardon they just 
shrugged.  John was going to get a good night's sleep now.  When they were 
all in bed, Stewie got up to turn off the light, naked like the rest.  Jerry 
reached over to turn off the bedside light then to plunge the room into 
peaceful total darkness.

	"Leave it on" Frank said.

	"What?"

	"Y'wanna tell him or should I?"

	"Okay Stewie here's the task.  Either I fuck you or you fuck me."

	"What?"

	"Forfeit?"

	"No I mean..."

	"And we get to watch" from Frank "that's my task."

	"We what?" from Jerry "we gotta watch them."

	"Ya don't gotta, you get to.  If it offends your virgin eyes just go to 
sleep."

	"You're kidding right?" from John.

	"Pat, we kidding?"

	"I'm not" starting to rub Stewie's chest "forfeit?"

	"No" Stewie lay back and before he knew it Pat was chewing on his nipples.  
He lay there amazed how good it felt.  He looked over at the three faces 
watching them make out, not sure how he felt about having an audience.  It 
was one thing playing j.o. games, but this was serious.  This was real full 
bore making out.  They were having real sex.  But once Pat's hand was on his 
rising dick, and he was tugging on that massive olympic-size tube of Pat's 
he started to forget about anything else.  When Pat's mouth traveled down to 
his smooth pubes, licking and tonguing as it went, and when it found his 
dick already hard and begging for attention he knew this would work out.  
And when Pat's big muscular body swung around and that hard tube was over 
Stewie's mouth, it seemed the most normal thing to open wide and let it bang 
his tonsils.

	"Damn..." John watched in amazement as the two started sucking each other 
"I never saw dudes sixty-nine."

	"Kinda kinky ain't it?" Frank's hand went around his waist, finding the 
hardon he knew would be there.

	"Damn..." was all John could answer.  And when he felt Frank's other hand 
find his crack and slide between his buttcheeks he whispered "don't get 
pissed" just as those fingers found his crack already greased.

	"Had a hunch about you" Frank lined up his cock with it and started 
pressing forward.  John had not been kidding; Frank's cock slid in with 
little resistance.  He reached behind him and felt Jerry lying on his 
stomach "roll over" he whispered.

	"W-w-why?" Terry was facing away from them, watching the two in the other 
bed.

	"More room, you're half way off already."

	"Mmmrphh" was his response as Jerry turned onto his side.  Frank's hand 
slid between them.  Another hardon.

	"Hey" Jerry tried to pull back but he would have been on the floor.

	"Squeeze forward, there's room."

	"But" knowing his hard cock would be right in Frank's butt.

	"Go on Jerry, I'll let ya."

	"You'll kill me."

	"Try me."

	"It's kinky."

	"Pretend I'm Ricky."

	"Fuck you."

	"No, pretend it's Ricky's ass, that nice hard ass" Frank's hand found the 
hard tube and aimed it at his hole "he wants you to.  He will let you touch 
him all over his body, his hard big dick for you to touch and... ouch!" 
Jerry's cock pressed forward.

	"Sorry."

	"Okay do it again" and this time it slid right past the ring.  Like John, 
Frank gambled on maybe one or both of them finishing what that plug started. 
  As Jerry pushed deep into him, Frank in turn impaled John.  But John was 
moaning and jacking like crazy.  Frank knocked his fist away and replaced it 
with his own.  Rather than jack it he held John's balls as he delivered a 
slow relentless fuck as deep into him as he could reach, Jerry's perfect 
six-incher sliding into him again and again.  Like a guy who never fucked 
before in his life, which was what Jerry was.  Jerry never felt anything 
like that around his dick and once he got used to the idea, the image of 
that tight black ass around his cock was enough to keep him in seventh 
heaven.

	The three were busy screwing sandwiched together when they heard a loud 
deep "owwww!" coming from the other side of the room.

	"Can... can we switch?" Frank heard Jerry behind him.

	"What?  You don't want me fucking you!"

	"Fuck no, not like that.  I mean face the other way."

	"I wanna see too" from John pinned against the wall.

	"Cool" Frank pulled out John with a wet pop, then Jerry did the same.  It 
took Jerry getting up and sliding behind John to make it work.

	"What're you guys doing?" from Pat bent over Stewie lying on his stomach, 
his ass in the ass and what looked like all of Pat's hand up his butt.

	"Switching that's all."

	"We wanna watch" John muttered.

	"Fuck..." Stewie felt those three fingers go deep inside him again "damn 
cards" and then Pat was opening him up again.  He reached between Stewie's 
thighs, lifting his butt higher so he could get at that smooth hard cock 
again.  Jerry let out a small "ooomph!" as he was squeezed back against the 
wall, Frank's ass pressing back onto his now lubed dick.  Then John was back 
in bed and pressing his ass back onto Frank's waiting hardon.  Pat did not 
know which was more amazing; see the three in a sandwich fuck or this super 
hot stud submitting his cherry to him in front of these guys.  But when all 
four fingers were stretching him wide, Pat knew he was as ready as he'll 
ever be.  A final coating of baby oil on his dick and he pressed the large 
slick head to the shrinking hole.

	"Relax, breathe out, squeeze out" and when he felt the air rush from 
Stewie's lungs Pat gave a slight push and just like that the head was past 
the ring.

	"GodDAMN!" Stewie yelled loud enough to set off the sprinklers "stop!"

	"Relax and breathe, relax and breathe" Pat's hand was kneading Stewie's 
balls, the other rubbing that sexy muscled back.  Soon he felt the back 
muscles beneath him start to relax.

	"Okay?"

	"Fine" Stewie groaned and panted "fuckin baseball bat!"

	"Feels like... ungh!" John grunted "heaven!"

	"Heaven my ass" Stewie moaned and bit the pillow "oh fuck..."

	"Relax just relax" and Pat pulled the head out and slid it in a few slow 
times.  After about ten of those Stewie moaned again.

	"Oh fuck... oh fuck..." and this time Pat got another few inches deeper.

	"More?"

	"Lots more" Pat slid out and in a few more times, each time a millimeter 
deeper.  When he was half way in he whispered,

	"Still hurt?"

	"Not as much.  Push it deeper... oh fuck yeah!" and Pat found the nut.  He 
felt Stewie start to relax under him and then his dick slid in deeper.  When 
Stewie raised his ass, his pubes hit butt.

	"Oh... fuck!" Stewie moaned "fuck... fuck me!"

	And fuck him he did.  By that point John was almost ready to fill Frank's 
hand with cum but Frank was riding that hole slow and easy.  Even when his 
own ass started filling with something hot and wet he kept Jerry pinned as 
he kept John rocking slowly back and forth on his cock.  But Stewie was 
right; not cumming all day and being constantly stimulated was not making 
this easy.  When he saw Pat start to deep stroke into Stewie's bent ass he 
felt John's dick start quivering even though his hand was just lightly 
stroking his balls.  By the time his palm collected the rest of his cum, and 
John's spasming hole pulled Frank's huge orgasm from his cock, Pat was 
slamming hard into Stewie's ass.

	"Lemme up" moaned Jerry behind him.

	"Stay there a second" Frank whispered back "let those two have their fun."

	"Unghhh" Jerry moaned, his soft cock buried deep in Frank with no where to 
go.  The same was the case for Frank's dick inside of John, but in his case 
it was barely softening.  When John started squeezing a few times on his 
cock he felt it start to slide around in all that squishy lining.  That's 
when they saw Pat roll onto his back, his cock still deep inside Stewie.  
Stewie was pulled back until he was sitting on that dick.  Realizing he 
could control the fucking he started to ride that pole up and down, Pat's 
hand still gripping him around his cock.  With the new angle, that cock 
started to hit different spots inside him and before he could stop himself 
there was a geyser of cum shooting out of his cock.  Pat felt that and his 
cock spat out his last orgasm of the evening.

	"Damn..." Jerry felt his rock hardening again watching the two.  Before he 
knew what he was doing he was bucking hard and fast into Frank again, almost 
forcing him forward far enough to push John off the bed.  When Frank felt 
that cock refilling his chute his own cock started pounding hard into John.  
By the time Pat and Stewie emerged from the bathroom, it was the threesome 
who were putting on the show.  They crouched down to watch Frank's cock 
pound the daylights out of John's sore ass, but not enough to prevent that 
cock from hardening in Frank's grip.  When Pat leaned down and took it in 
his mouth, and John's eyes flew open to see who was sucking him, it took a 
very short time before Pat's mouth was tasting something sticky and salty.  
And that pushed Frank over the edge, his balls finally drained for the day.  
And Jerry pinned against the wall had little choice but to let his cock 
explode even hotter more burning cum deep into that slimy hole.