Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2004 17:21:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <ecolio157h700@yahoo.com>
Subject: Queer Factor, Part 1 (t/t, oral)

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"Dude, that's the show where people eat horse shit and stuff!" I said,
looking at Bobby.

"Doofus, I didn't say it was `Fear Factor,' I said it was LIKE `Fear
Factor.' Anyway, it's not a show.  It's like some guy, that's all," Bobby,
my friend of 13 years, responded.

My name's Eric, Eric Wright. I'm 19, and a sophomore at State College. My
friend's full name is Bobby Miller. He's 18, and a freshman. We were
discussing, well, arguing really, about a `job' that a guy Bobby knew had
told him about.

"The guy said we just had to do some stunts, competing against some other
people, and if we were the best, we could win $10,000. I KNOW you could use
half of that, right?" Bobby said, using his usual logic. "You and Rita are
looking to get married, right? Well, 5 grand could get you started."

"Yeah, that's a good point," I said. "So, did he like, ask for both of us
or what?"

"Yeah," Bobby said. "At first he asked if I'd be interested in doing it,
and when I suggested you might be interested, he got kind of thoughtful. He
said, `Is that the guy who plays on the lacrosse team?'"

"He said that?" I asked.

"Yeah," Bobby said.

"I wonder if I know him or something," I said.

"Naah, I don't think so," Bobby said. "I think he wants to combine `Fear
Factor' with a horror movie, and naturally, your face came to mind-"
Bobby's comment was cut off when I mock choked him.

"Yeah, Bobby, your face and my ass!" I said. It wasn't clever, but I'm more
about looks than brains.  Not to brag, far from it, but most girls think
I'm pretty good looking, and I AM athletic, but I'd be the first to admit
that when God was passing out brains, I thought he said `trains,' and asked
for `one that goes in circles.' Bobby's more of the thinker, so I depend on
him sometimes to make decisions.

"So, do you think it's alright?" I asked.

Bobby said, "I dunno, Eric. But I know I need the money badly. I'm not
making enough at my job to stay in school, and since they cut my
scholarship, I've been wracking my brain trying to figure out where the
money'd come from."

"That `Chippendales' thing fell through?" I said. Bobby smacked my
shoulder.

"Prick," he said, grinning. Don't get me wrong, Bobby's a pretty good
looking guy, but he's only about 5' 4" to my 6' 2", and 130 pounds to my
180. His face is really easy to take, and he could always get a girl, but
when they were looking for a cock to service `em, well, they'd all heard
about his 3" wonder, as in `I wonder if Miller HAS a cock!' I kinda thought
he was envious of my 9" cock, but I'd never hold it against him, and I
hoped he wouldn't hold it against me.

"Well, let's check it out," I said. "We could both use the money. Tell him
`yeah.'" I looked at Bobby, and he grinned back at me.

"Oh, please, protect me, Eric!" he mock-pleaded. I just rolled my eyes in
an exasperated manner.

Later that afternoon, Bobby came back to the dorm room we shared, and said,
"It's on for tomorrow, at a house in the Riverside development."

"Are you shittin' me?" I said. "That's where all the bucks are! People
livin' there are rollin' in it! Gotta be legit, at least as far as the
money goes!"

"Well, get some sleep, man, you never know, maybe we WILL be on TV, and ya
gotta LOOK good," Bobby said.

"Yeah, you'll look GOOD eatin' horse shit," I said.

The next day we both got dressed down. We didn't want to look too anxious,
and if this real people show was like some of the others, we'd probably
have octopus brains or clam ovaries or something on us, so why take a
chance? I had the universal jock uniform of sweats on, and Bobby was
wearing a tee shirt and khakis when we arrived at the place.

"Dude, there is serious money here," I whispered when I pulled my junker
`stang up to the curb.

"Yuh," Bobby replied, his gaze transfixed by the mansion in front of
us. "Let's go, huh?"

There was even somebody to anser the door, a maid, not a butler like I
expected, but still cool. We were greeted by a kind of creepy middle aged
guy, but after talking to him for a while, he turned out to be okay. After
taking our names, he explained that we'd be doing some competitive stuff
with 2 other guys, just like in shows like `Fear Factor,' but that it was
just for his personal entertainment, not like a TV show or anything. He had
us sign some forms, which we barely looked at, as he had this super hot
babe standing by, and she kept distracting us.

The girl took us downstairs, to a big basement that was really big, I mean
REALLY big. There was a kinda fake lookin' living room off to one side,
fake lookin' because there wasn't anything else around it, like a TV or
something. Behind it there was a whole bedroom thing, with a big bed and
end tables on either side. We met 2 other guys about our age who were
standing around, looking as confused as Bobby and me. The guy introduced us
to them, they were named Mark and Jeff. Mark was a normal looking guy,
y'know, average, about my size, with black hair. Jeff was a little shorter,
and chunkier, and had red hair and pale skin.

There were a bunch of other people off in another room, I could hear them
talking. I mean, that was a BIG room! Anyway, the guy started telling us
what was up, and I was shocked! I could see that Bobby was, too. The guy
started out by explaining that the 4 contestants (me, Bobby, Mark and Jeff)
would get a series of challenges, and that the competitor doing the worst
at each challenge would be eliminated until there was one who'd be the
winner. That was fine, it was what he said next that caused the problem.

"For your first challenge, you'll be giving a guy a blow job. The 1 out of
the 4 of you who takes the longest to get his guy to cum in his mouth,
loses. Then 3 of you'll go on to the next challenge, while the first round
loser leaves." Well, you wouldn't believe the yelling at that point. I KNEW
I wasn't gay, though I'll admit guys' bodies could sometimes be good
lookin', and Bobby turned all white lookin', so I knew he wasn't gay
either. The other 2 guys I don't know about, but from their protests, I
didn't think they were gay either.

The guy looked amused at our complaining, and threatening to leave, and
finally said, "Very well, what if I told you I'm raising the prize for the
winner to $250,000, and for the other 3 contestants I promise a guarantee
of $75,000? Each." Well, we all quieted down then, and you could see that
we were thinking it over. I thought about it, and I thought that it didn't
really mean anything. I mean, it's just like jacking a guy off, really, and
although I'd never done anything like jacking another guy off, I'd heard
plenty of stories from guys on the team who'd either jacked another guy, or
knew someone who had.

I looked at Bobby, and he looked like he was gonna throw up. "Whadda you
think, Bobby? That's a lot of money. We could both do a lot with that kinda
dough," I said.

"God, but suckin' a guy's dick, Eric! I've had a lot of nightmares about
stuff like that," he said.

"Well, if you maybe just think about it like jackin' off. I KNOW you do
that! So, just think like you're jackin' another guy off. I dunno what else
to say," I concluded. Bobby looked somewhat relieved after thinking it
over, and mumbling, "I really COULD use the money."

We looked at the other 2 guys, Mark and Jeff, and they both shrugged. Mark
said, "Man, I could REALLY use that money, I need new wheels like you
wouldn't believe," and Jeff nodded. "Yeah, I got a small business I started
up, I need the cash."

"I see you've all come to the proper decision! Good! Now let me introduce
your, um, `challenges.'  Emil, send them in," he said to a fruity looking
guy standing by the other room, and the fruity guy said something to
someone inside. Out came 4 guys, who looked like they were college
students, too. I had to admit, a couple weren't too hard on the eyes, for
guys, anyway. I was thinking if they were some kind of ogres I wouldn't
like that (not that I liked this anyway). They stood over by the door to
the room, away from the 4 of us.

"You'll give your assigned challenge a blow job in turn, and as I said,
speed of his orgasm is the primary determinant of who among you will
advance. Assuming that you ARE capable of bringing your challenge to
orgasm, a contestant who fails to catch the fluid in his mouth AND swallow
it, will be disqualified. Do you understand?" We all of us nodded, and the
guy again said, "Good! Mark, you will be first."

"What do I do?" he said. I sniggered at that.

"I guess you blow the guy," I whispered to Bobby. He smiled shakily, but
still looked pale.

The host led the first challenge guy over to the sofa, and whispered in his
ear. The guy nodded, and unbuckled his belt, and slid his pants down his
legs. His legs were pretty hairy, and the guy had an 8" uncut prick lying
all droopy like between his legs, between what looked like 2 fat balls
inside his hairy sack. He had a good sized bush of curly brown pubic hair
all around the base of his cock, too.

"I ate out a girl with a bush like that once," I said to Bobby. "I thought
I was gonna throw up when one of the hairs got stuck in my throat." Bobby
frowned at me.

"You're not making me feel any better!" Bobby hissed. "Would you just shut
up?"

"Sorry," I said. "I was just saying."

"Mark, if you would," the host guy said, calling Mark over to the
sofa. "Your challenge is demonstrably straight, as are you, I'm sure, so
you'll need to draw on all your resources to excite him, then to bring him
to orgasm. Good luck," he concluded.

The challenge guy was kind of sprawled out on the sofa with his legs
spread, his dick looking kind of bored, and Mark went over and kneeled
between the guys legs, and put his hand around the guy's dick. He started
strokin' like he was jacking him, and the guy's dick started taking an
interest in the proceedings, perking up like it was wakin' up, His dick was
uncut, like I said, and started peeking out of the hood of skin covering
it, and it got bigger and bigger, and seemed to finish up at about 8", but
really skinny.

Then Mark brought his mouth over to the guy's prick, and I felt a stirring
or 2 in my own rod when he clamped his mouth over the guy's fat cock
head. I wasn't sure if I saw some precum dripping down the head, out of the
piss slit just before his lips closed over it, it might have been my
imagination, I guess. I could see Mark's cheeks swelling out ever few
seconds, so I thought he might be swirling his tongue around the guy's dick
head. I found myself wondering what it must feel like. Not getting the blow
job, I'd had plenty of those, but giving it, and found my own tongue moving
around. In sympathy with Mark, I guess.

I looked over at Bobby, and his mouth was kinda going around, like he was
imagining he was giving the guy a suck, it seemed to me. I grinned and
said, "Enjoying the BJ?"

Bobby said, "Shut up!" but he didn't look that mad. He went back to staring
at Mark sucking the guy's long prick. Pretty soon, the guy put his hand on
the back of Mark's head to pull him closer, then jolted his hips upward,
thrusting his cock deep into Mark's throat. Mark looked like he was gonna
blow his lunch, and pulled his head way back to get the dick out of his
throat, where it had kicked off his gag reflex. Just as he pulled his mouth
off the guy's penis, the guy blew his wad. I thought Mark was gonna, er,
blow his chances by letting his cum end up on his leg, but the guy came so
hard, and Mark jumped so fast, that he caught the guy's load in his mouth,
then covered the guy's drooling prick with his lips to catch the rest. His
adam's apple bobbing up and down showed that he was swallowing the guy's
sperm.

"7 minutes, 34 seconds!" the host guy proclaimed. "That is the mark the
rest of you must beat." Mark got up and stood over to the side, away from
the rest of us, while the other guy left. I guess something had changed. I
mean, he was a queer now, right? "Bobby?" the host said. "Your turn." Over
came one of the guys from the room, a guy who looked a lot like me. A
handsome guy, right? He he. The guy went over to the sofa where the first
guy had sat, and in one motion pulled his pants down and sat, spreading his
legs. He was pretty near hairless, like me, which, given that Bobby had
looked like he was gonna puke when I told the pussy hair story, I thought
was a blessing, sorta.

His cock was already kind of erect, but probably everybody had some kind of
partial erection at that point, at least I did. The guy's dick was fairly
small, maybe 4", but fat and uncut. Hey, at least I have a 9 incher, I
thought to myself. Bobby went over to the guy, knelt between his legs, and
when the host guy said to start, Bobby didn't do anything at first but
stare at the guy through his eyes that were nearly closed. After about 30
seconds, all of a sudden Bobby goes to town on that guy's little rod like a
Thai whore. Geez! I thought he was gonna inhale that thing, the way he was
licking, and sucking and kissing that guy's schlong, and then he started
tickling the guy's hairless balls with his hand.

"Hey, I didn't know we could do that!" protested Mark, but the host guy
just shrugged. "We never said you couldn't," he responded.

It couldn't have been more than 2 minutes before that guy blew his load
into Bobby's mouth, and surprisingly, Bobby swallowed it all down like an
old pro. The host guy announced, "2 minutes, 27 seconds." I was gonna make
some smart aleck comment to Bobby about how he took naturally to BJs, but I
didn't get the chance, as he stood over by Mark. He had a funny look on his
face, I couldn't tell if he was gonna puke or what. His jaw was working,
maybe like you do when you're trying to keep something down, I dunno.

"Eric, you're next."

Geez, this was it. I walked over to the sofa, and turned to see who I was
gonna hafta blow. I was pleasantly surprised to see it was a really fem
lookin' guy, just barely college age. He had longish dark blonde hair,
hangin' in his face, a cute face (for a guy), about 5'4" tall, maybe 110
pounds. I had to look twice to make sure he wasn't a girl! I figured this'd
go a lot easier for me than it might have, he'd probably have a baby dick,
and I could just pretend he was a girl with a really big clit. I'd sucked
on enough of those, no prob.

This guy kind of sashays over to the sofa, like that blonde guy on Queer
Eye, and when he gets to the sofa, he stops, and looks straight into my
eyes. I felt like a butterfly that'd been pinned to a piece of mounting
board (hey, I took a course in Entomology, I'm not all jock!). I couldn't
move or breathe for a second, just frozen. What the fuck? Then I figured it
out. I'd been expecting this thing to be completely anonymous, no contact
of any kind, like some anonymous bitch giving me a BJ outside the men's
room in a bar. But here this guy is, stopping and looking at me, as though
we knew each other, or something. I didn't know the dude, and I didn't
think he knew me.

I shook my head a little and looked away. When I looked back, this guy was
pushing his 501's down his hips in like super slow motion. His hips were so
slim that they just slid down, without him even having to unbutton `em. The
pants slid down like the dried skin that a snake sheds, I couldn't take my
eyes off the sight. As the waist of the pants slid over his crotch, the
guy's hip hugger thong pouch seemed to explode out. Fuck! This guy had a
fuckin' major league package in his pants! Oh crap!

I looked up at this guy's face, and damned if he wasn't still looking
directly into my eyes, even if I hadn't been looking back! Fuck, I was
caught again! I couldn't figure out why this guy was able to do that to me,
but it sure as hell was disturbing. It was clear to me this guy was a major
faggot, but the host had said these guys were straight. I was trying to
figure out how a fag slipping through would affect my chances, but that
didn't help me. I mean, probably a queer would expect a really exotic BJ,
and, let's face it, my experience in that area was limited.

Or maybe his being a fag would help me. A straight guy would have to get
over the guy-guy thing before he'd get excited, but a queer would be way
beyond that particular issue, lol. Anyway, the guy's pants were now pooled
around his feet, and he stepped out of `em daintily. Then he stuck his
thumbs in the waistband of his thong, and s-l-o-w-l-y began slipping them
off his hips. God, I felt like a fuckin' chicken hypnotized by a snake! As
the soft cotton fabric slipped over the very slight curve of his hips, I
could see his skin was perfectly clear and blemish-free, kinda creamy
white. He kept pullin `em down until the shape of his very large dick was
clearly outlined, along with his massive, meaty balls.

I swear there was even a wet spot in the front of his thong, about where
his piss slit would be. Geez, this guy was leakin' already! The front of
the thong bowed out as his dick got pushed from lying flat against his
stomach, to standing out like a big, fucking meat cannon, to sticking
straight out.....holy christ, this guy must be 11" long, and thick too!
Fuckin' guy had 90 pounds of his 110 pounds concentrated in his rod! There
was no way I could take my eyes off that dinosaur dick, but I don't think I
was alone, every guy there was staring!

This guy knew it, too. He slipped those thongs down a little further, and
his dick, excuse me, his fuckin' sequoia, sprang out and flopped straight
out, jerking up with every beat of his heart. Then his bull balls vaulted
over the fabric to swing free between his legs. I barely noticed that he
had no hair at all anywhere I could see. The guy shaved all around his
dick! I'd never seen that, though I'd heard that gays and swimmers did
that, though for probably different reasons, lol!

Well, after takin' `em off his package, that bit of cloth was just a little
wisp of nothing, and it just slipped right down his slim, hairless thighs
to the floor. The guy was nude from the waist down. He reached down to free
his balls from against his thighs, then sat down sweetly on the sofa where
the others had sat, and spread his legs wide, inviting me in. I dimly heard
the host say "Start!" through the loud pounding in my ears. I hustled down
onto my knees, and, well, planted a big wet one on the deep purple knob of
that cut dick.

It tasted a little salty, I guess the guy's precum, not unexpected as I'd
tasted my own cum on occasion in the past. Not bad, but not exactly
something I was used to. If I could just get this guy to shoot, then I'd be
able to keep it down, I thought. I started swirling my tongue around that
fat fuckin' dick head, barely able to get it in my mouth. I didn't care
about that, this wasn't a deep throat contest, it was a BJ contest, where
I'd need to 1. get him to cum and 2. catch it all in my mouth.

So I started jacking the guy's fat rod, stroking it the way I like it. It
was amazingly warm, and, uh, massive, under my fingers, and I could feel
the guy's heart beating in that vein on the underside. To be honest, it
felt kind of nice. The host guy was announcing every minute as it passed,
and at the 3 minute point, I remembered what Bobby had done to speed up
things. So I brought my free left hand up and started caressing his
hairless balls.

They were big, plum-sized, and hot. I could feel `em moving slightly on
their own as they pulled closer to his groin, hopefully he was getting
closer to shooting. Still, no joy at the 5 minute mark, and I was starting
to sweat. It didn't help that my own dick was hard as a rock, and twisted
inside my inseam. I couldn't take the time to adjust myself, and what the
fuck was I doing with a hard on anyway? What was I gonna do?

Suddenly the faggy guy lifted his legs up, and it came to me! I liked
feeling my ass hole with a finger every once in a while, and if this guy
was gay, then he'd probably go for being fingered. So I shot my hand under
his smooth, round ass and my middle finger fit right up in the damp, hot
crevice between his cheeks. "Yeah," I heard him sigh under his breath. I
knew I was on the right track. My middle finger shot right up, found his
hole, and without a "How d'ya do?" it slipped inside his hole.

Well, that started his hips rocking, and I started jacking and sucking
faster. "Seven minutes," the host guy said. Fuck, I had to finish this up!
I jammed my finger as deep in his ass as I could, the guy went, "Oh, Fuck!"
and a big fat spurt of his cum shot against the roof of my mouth, catching
me by surprise! I almost lost it, pulling away reflexively, but, thanks to
Mary Sue Peterson, a cheerleader who'd once peed in my mouth by accident
when I ate her pussy, I recovered quickly. I guess experience is important!

The guy's cum, quite honestly tasted fine. It was sweet, and salty and all
thick and gooey on my tongue.  I kind of enjoyed both the taste and the
feel of it. It occurred to me that, if I were a girl, I'd probably be happy
to give a guy a blow job. The guy ran his fingers through my hair as I
swallowed, and said, "That was nice, sweetheart." I looked up at him, and
he just smiled back at me.

"7 minutes, 48 seconds," the host guy announced. Shit! I was in 3rd out of
3 places, and if the 4th guy had any kind of a good time, I'd be shit out
of luck too. I moved away from the sofa, the slim gay guy put his pants
back on, and I went and stood over by Bobby. Bobby grinned at me.

"How'd you like it?" he said.

"Fuck you," I said. Bobby looked uncertainly at me.

"You mad or something?" he said.

"Well, I'm in last place. I just swallowed some guy's load, and if I lose
anyway, I'm gonna be pissed!"  I said.

"D'ya think that guy was cute?" Bobby said. What the fuck? Cute?

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Well, that's the end of Part 1, stay tuned for Part 2. If you'd like to let
me know what you thought of it, contact me at ecolio157h700@yahoo.com.
Thanks, Jeff