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Nico and Gordy's Crazy 8 Club Adventures

Part #10

By: Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #76

Anticipating Gordy's Return

"I'm starting to like that guy more and more every day," Gordy said smiling.

"There's something sexy about him alright," I said.

"I'll say," Gordy said re-arranging his dick under his Hospital gown for a second time. "I'm all for having Drew join us but I was looking forward to our alone time together like we planned."

"Oh don't worry about that, we'll still have our private time," I grinned. "I'm not going to let anything get in the way of that promise, believe me. We just have to take things slow now and give you some time to recuperate."

"Yeah, I know but I'm horny now!" Gordy whined.

"Yeah, me too," I said, grabbing at my own erection that was straining for freedom from the confines of my pants. "The thing to remember is, we don't want you falling into a relapse. If I thought it was safe, I'd ravage you right here and now! Believe me, when the time is right, we're gonna make up for lost time, and don't worry about Drew, I have something special in mind for him."

"What are you planning?" Gordy suspiciously asked.

"Now don't you go worrying your pretty little head about that right now," I said. "Just leave it to me. I'll make all the necessary arrangements. For now, I gotta get home before Mom and Dad call out the Marines to drag me home. Tomorrow is a School day for me, you just concentrate on getting well and I'll be back to visit you then, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Gordy conceded. "Now come on over here and give me something that will help me make it through the night," Gordy said reaching his arms out and puckering his lips into a kiss.

I stood up to get closer to Gordy. Remembering what happened yesterday when Gordy's Parents walked in on us, I decided I better dial it down a notch. I looked tenderly into my lover's eyes and bent down to kiss him on the cheek. Gordy took me by surprise and slipped his hand behind my head and redirected my trembling lips to his own as he combed his fingers through my hair. I felt an adrenaline rush as Gordy spread my lips with his tongue and delved into my unsuspecting orifice. I was teleported back in time when Gordy gave me my very first kiss the night he asked me to be his boyfriend. My heart was pounding and I got weak in the knees. I melted into him as I threw caution to the wind and ignored the risk of being seen by his Parents again. We closed our eyes and drifted into an Alternate Universe as we shared a passionate exchange. Even in his present condition, Gordy still had the ability to sweep me off my feet with his simple charm and direct approach.

I wished Gordy a pleasant good night as I drifted out of the room, floating on cloud nine. I was so enamored with my lover that I hardly remembered how I got home. I headed for my room and stripped down to my briefs and crawled into bed. I looked up and stared at the ceiling, re-living my last few moments with Gordy while my semi-stiff boner swelled into a rock hard column. I was still turned on by the many titillating conversations that transpired at Gordy's bedside that my cock was now throbbing and pulsating for attention. My aching balls started making demands of their own, convincing me that they required a full on sexual release. I slipped off my briefs and grabbed my cock firmly in my hand. It was actually thumping to the rhythm of my heartbeat and it reminded me how my heart beat only for the one I love. As I started to jack off, I fantasized that I was pleasuring not just myself, but Gordy as well. I imagined that we shared a psychic bond in a way that we could both enjoy what I was about to do and he could enjoy my orgasm right along with me. I knew he was laying there in that Hospital bed unable to sexually gratify himself. I got so turned on and horny that my entire body started shaking. I realized that I was going to require something special to satisfy this overwhelming desire to please myself here in the flesh and my absent lover in spirit! I dug out my Fleshjack and Fleshlube from my hiding place and prepared myself for a wild ride.

I quickly slipped my naked body down the hallway to the bathroom. I rinsed the Fleshjack sleeve in hot water as per the recommended directions and then slipped back to my room. I twisted off the cap, adjusted the suction and lubed up my indispensable toy. I laid back into bed and slipped my solid erection into the device. My head started spinning from the shear anticipation of using my favorite sexual aid again and I felt a rush of excitement as the slippery warmth of the Fleshjack skin instantly propelled me into a world of carnal delight.

As I slowly stoked myself, traversing the entire length of my cock into the warm voluptuous inner canal of my Fleshjack, a surge of sexual waves washed over me. I started to re-play the memories of all the sexually arousing events that had transpired at Gordy's bedside over the past couple of days.

As I stroked myself, my mind wandered and I recalled how Chad had arranged to sell off our Fleshjack overstock to our sister club, Archimedes. I was turned on to know that I was partly responsible for introducing even more club brothers to the erotic world of Fleshjack masturbation. I imagined watching all those guys experimenting with their new Fleshjack for the first time and blowing there loads all over themselves as they experienced the sensations for the first time just as Gordy had done to me when I got my first taste of this amazing creation.

Then I remembered how Chad had brought Desi along to visit Gordy and how that uninhibited little dynamo stripped down and did his sexy naked dance to cheer up Gordy. I doubt that Desi knew when he did it that his little display would turn me on so much and stick in my memory so prominently. I could still see him in my mind with his little bouncing cock and balls swinging from side to side. It was so innocent yet erotic and I felt my climax begin to tingle inside my balls.

Then my thoughts switched to Drew as I fantasized about all the things I wanted to do to our new inexperienced friend. I found it exhilarating to know that the prospect of having sex with Drew again (who was nineteen years old and of legal age) was dangerous and risky and made it all the more alluring and enticing.

I felt the buildup of pressure begin to swell as my orgasm began to climb. I imagined I was lying next to Gordy and we were sharing my orgasm between us. As I revisited my last few moments with Gordy, I began to imagine that I was feeling Gordy's tongue explore my oral cavern. The hot semen that was simmering within my balls suddenly boiled over and began to rise through the inner connecting tubes of my reproductive system that built up even more pressure behind it as it accelerated to a climax. I pulled off the Fleshjack just in time for my cock to explode like Old Faithful. A forceful jet of cum spewed forth in a straight column of thick ultra-fertile boy cream. I imagined that my sperm had hit the ceiling as I basked in a moment of self-indulgent celebration. I experienced a brief feeling of superior sexual prowess as I emptied my balls of all the pent-up sexual frustration that had been building up over the past couple of days. I closed my eyes as I drifted down from my powerful finale, unfortunately it would be short lived. I soon began to feel remorse as I allowed myself to be consumed by conceit and arrogance while my lover lay stricken in that Hospital bed. An overwhelming sense of guilt from the silly notion that I was able to share my explosive climax with Gordy was pure fantasy and not real at all.

I cleaned up, slipped under the covers and didn't move again until morning. I wanted to go see Gordy before School started but I knew that if I did that, I would've ended up skipping School entirely. The day dragged on as my only thoughts throughout the day centered on Gordy. When the School day was finally over, I made a beeline straight to the Hospital. I went up to Gordy's room and someone else was in his bed. I assumed that Gordy must have been released earlier today but I thought I better check. I went over to the nurse's station and inquired about Gordy's status. After a bit of a run around, the nurse who came in Gordy's room the night Drew flashed his badge, must have assumed I was also a Police Officer and kindly offered her assistance.

"I'm sorry but Mr. Elliott had another episode last night at around ten o'clock," she informed me. "He had an emergency procedure performed and he is now been returned to the ICU."

"Thank You," I said politely and turned to walk away.

I felt light headed and almost passed out. The last time this happened, Gordy came to me in a visitation. Why didn't it happen this time? I thought about it for a moment as the answer came to me in a horrifying realization. At ten o'clock last night, I was deep in the middle of my sexual self-gratification and was too involved with myself to receive Gordy's message. More guilt and self loathing immediately followed this realization and I became so distraught that I ceased the ability to know what I was doing and where I was going. A few minutes later I found myself sitting in the waiting room consumed with grief. I looked up just in time to see Mrs. Elliott walking towards me.

Chapter #77

A turn for the worse

"Hello Nicholas," Mrs. Elliott acknowledged. "I see you're here again."

"I have to see Gordy Mrs. Elliott," I beseeched her. "I love him. I have to see him," I said nearly in hysterics.

"It's okay Nicholas, Mr. Elliott isn't here," she said as she tried to ease my mind. "I'm not going to stop you from seeing my son."

"I don't understand," I questioned, fighting back the tears.

"Gordon and his Father aren't seeing eye to eye on this whole gay thing right now," she informed me. "That's why his Father isn't here right now. Please don't misunderstand me, I'm not overjoyed with the prospect myself but Gordon tells me he's in love with you and he's happy when he's with you. I just want my son to be happy, that's all I can really hope for, right? Far be it for me to stand in the way of his happiness. Besides, if he's truly happy with you around, then your presence here can only help him recover faster!"

"Yes Ma'am!" was all I could say. The emotional state of Gordy's Parents was at a fragile point right now and I wasn't going to say anything to make matters any worse. If I was going to be allowed to see Gordy freely, that's all that mattered right now.

"Come on Nicholas," Mrs. Elliott said taking my hand. "I'll show you where they put Gordon this time."

She held my hand all the way past the nurse's station, slipping right past them. We disappeared around the corner and slipped into the cubicle where Gordy laid surrounded by an arsenal of monitors, machines and gizmos all whirring and pumping away. I gasped from the initial shock and then started to cry again. I felt like a whimpering fool. I made Mrs. Elliott loose her self-restraint as she started crying along with me. I should have been stronger in front of her but instead I reduced both of us to blubbering idiots.

"Oh, I'm sorry Mrs. Elliott, I wasn't prepared to see Gordy like this again," I said trying to regain my wits about me and be strong for both of us.

"Please Nicholas, call me Pamela," she requested. "You might as well if you're going to be part of the family."

I lost all the composure I had gained up to this point and I started crying again. I knew in my mind that, what she just said was said in the interest of her Son's well being. Regardless, it touched me all the same. She had come such a long way from when she and Mr. Elliott talked to me the night Gordy was admitted. I realized that even though she had come this far, she still had a long way to go. I mean, she wasn't ready to call me `Son' yet but this leap forward was immensely encouraging and greatly appreciated. I only wished that Gordy's Dad could make the same journey his Mom had made so that Gordy's family could be whole once again.

"Thanks Pamela, you can call me Nico, everybody does," I offered as I tried to pull myself together again.

"You're a very sweet boy Nico, I can see why Gordon likes you so much," she confessed.

"Thank you Ma'am... I mean Pamela," I said correcting myself.

She smiled at me and we both sat down at opposite sides of Gordy's bed.

"What happened?" I asked. "Gordy seemed to be fine yesterday!"

"The Doctors warned us about keeping Gordon calm so his blood pressure would stay down," she began. "I fear his Father's rejection may have taken its toll on Gordon and caused him to get stressed-out which in turn elevated his blood pressure. I think that's what caused his relapse. The night-nurse found him unresponsive when they tried to give him his medications last night. They immediately wheeled him into surgery and had another emergency procedure performed. I'm afraid it didn't go as well this time as it did the first time. He's not woken up since he came out of surgery. I'm scared Nico. I'm scared for my baby. I don't want to loose my Son, not now, not like this!"

"No one understands what your talking about better than me," I explained. "Forgive me for saying so but you need to talk to his Father when you get home. You need to explain to Mr. Elliott that Gordy is still the same person he's known and loved his whole life. Nothing has changed. He's still a great student and earns straight A's in school. He's still a top notch athlete and is still the captain of the Water Polo Team and he's still active in two High School Clubs. He is well respected by many and he always does the right thing. He still volunteers often to do community service and he never does these things for personal gain. I think Mr. Elliott is blind if he doesn't see the amazing person Gordy has become."

She sat there a while as she no doubt contemplated my words. I held Gordy's hand and started talking to him.

"Hey Gordy, it's me," I began. "I know you can hear me so listen up. You beat this thing before and I know you can do it again. You have a great life ahead of you still. You just have to fight for it. Come back to us. There are many of us here who love you. You've got so much to live for."

I looked over to Pamela and saw her tear up again.

"What's wrong Pamela?" I asked.

"I never considered talking to Gordon like that," she said. "I never considered talking to him at all as long as he was in a coma!"

"Well, I've heard that people in a coma can hear you with their subconscious mind," I informed her. "Nobody really knows for sure but I'm not taking any chances. I'm just assuming it's true. I talked to him like this last time and I think it helped Gordy know that I was here and he was loved."

I turned back to Gordy and continued my pep talk.

"Gordy, your Mom is here with me right now and she loves you," I said. Then I lowered my voice to a whisper and said, "I know she does because she told me so." Then I resumed my normal speaking voice and continued. "And another thing, don't worry about your Dad too much, he'll come around once he realizes what a great son he's got." Gordy's Mom continued to watch me and listen to me talk to her son in awe. "Once you work all this out in your mind you'll see I'm right. Now you've got to fight your way back... you hear me... Fight!"

After Pamela watched me talk to Gordy intently, she made a suggestion. "Nico, maybe you should go home for a while. I promise I'll call you the second Gordon wakes up."

"Okay, do you have my cell number?" I asked.

"I... I... I don't know," she stuttered.

"If you have your cell phone here, I could program my number in it for you," I offered.

She rustled through her purse and dug out her cell phone and handed it to me. In mere seconds, I had programmed my number in it for her and then handed it back.

I truly didn't want to leave Gordy right now but I got the impression that she wanted some alone time with her son so she could try talking to him the way she watched me do. I said my good-byes to Gordy and his Mom and then I left her to have her much needed heart to heart talk with Gordy and allow her to bond with him in a way she never contemplated before.

Chapter #78

Good News and Bad

Four excruciatingly painful days went by as I waited for news that Gordy had miraculously woken up but in reality, Gordy was showing no signs of improving. Everyone was getting very nervous about this because we were told that the longer someone is in a coma, the chances of them pulling out of it get slimmer and slimmer. All along, the people who love and respected Gordy had been visiting as often as they could but that was starting to grow thin now. Even I found myself visiting less often as well but I was still glued to my cell phone and would fly into a panic every time someone would call praying it wasn't bad news. I tried to stay optimistic and started to collect Gordy's homework from his teachers in the hopes that he would be springing back anytime now. I also tried to get as many people to pray for Gordy as I could, especially those who believed in the power of prayer, unfortunately not everybody I asked did. I started feeling helpless again due to the fact that I was running out of ideas that would help Gordy recover.

It was Saturday and that marked a whole week now that Gordy and I had our altercation with the bashers. I decided to spend as much of the weekend as I could with Gordy. Fortunately the Crazy 8 Club had no activities planned for this weekend so I was free to devote my time to being here with Gordy. Mere seconds before deciding to go down stairs to the cafeteria for lunch, Drew graced us with a surprise visit.

"Hey Nico, what's the story today?" he asked as he walked in.

"Well, Gordy had another emergency surgery and he has been in a coma ever since," I began. "There has been very little change in his condition and it's been over five days now. I'm getting very worried and scared for him Drew." I got very quiet as my eyes swelled up with tears. "I'm trying not to let Gordy sense that I've been crying. I have to stay strong for him but it's been getting harder and harder as each day passes." More moisture started forming at the edges of my eyes as they began turning red from the salt content in my tears.

Drew instinctively came over to me to give me a consoling hug.

"I know this isn't going to mean much to you right now but I have some news," Drew disclosed. "The guy we have in custody has been charged with `Felony Assault with a Deadly Weapon with Intent to do Bodily Harm'. In light of Gordy's present condition, he's also been charged with `Attempted Murder' along with `Evading Capture' and his bail has been set for five million dollars. Once that happened, he began a series of plea bargaining procedures. He spilled the beans on his fellow cohorts and the rest of his gang has now been taken into custody."

"That's great news Drew," I praised. "Thanks so much for helping us out and keeping on top of things. You are indeed a good friend, to me and to Gordy both."

"And you guys have been a good friend to me as well," Drew professed. "Remember the guy at the doctor's office I was telling you about before?"

"The one you thought might have been into you?" I asked.

"Yeah, him," he confirmed and then lowered his voice. "I have a date with him tonight."

"No Shit?" I said amazed. "That's fantastic. Good for you, you deserve it. What are you going to do?"

"We're going out to dinner and a movie and then he invited me to his apartment afterwards," he said. "Seeing that I still live with Mom, it's really the only way it's going to happen. Still, I'm a little bit scared."

"I can tell you, he's just as scared of you as you are of him so don't worry so much about it," I revealed. "Don't do anything that your not completely comfortable doing. On the other hand, if it feels right, just go for it!"

"That sounds like good advice," he said. "Thanks!"

"Don't worry, you're going to be a winner at love," I encouraged. "If not, you'll at least get a good fuck out of it!"

Drew's face got red with embarrassment and said, "Well, I've got to go now. Give Gordy my best when he comes out of the coma. Take care of yourself. Oh, and as far as the legal stuff goes, just leave all that to me, okay?"

"Sure, thanks," I said. "I'll be seeing you soon and I haven't forgotten that we have a commitment with you once Gordy is back on his feet."

"You bet!" he smiled. "I'm looking forward to it."

Chapter #79

Where Do I Turn?

After Drew left, I headed down to the cafeteria for some lunch. When I returned, Gordy was alone in the room and sitting up, pulling at the wires and tubes that connected him to the many monitors, machines and IV's around him.

"Gordy, what are you doing?" I shouted as I rushed to his side.

"What is this shit?" he barked. "Where am I? What am I doing here? What's going on? Who are you?"

I panicked and ran out of the room calling for the nurse. I told one of them that Gordy was awake and pulling at his tubes and wires. She scrambled to get some male nurses to help her and they rushed into Gordy's room to intervene. Gordy seamed to have a form of amnesia because he didn't recognize me or know where he was. I was exhilarated and scared at the same time. I watched Gordy fight with the interns and nurses and get uncharacteristically hysterical. He definitely was not behaving like himself. After several minutes of fighting with Gordy, they eventually had to sedate him and restrain his arms and legs. Once they got him settled down, they left him alone. I tried to talk to him but he still didn't know me and told me to get the fuck out and leave him alone or he would have me thrown out. I knew this wasn't my Gordy talking and I tried not to let it get to me but it just cut me too deeply. It hurt far beyond any words could describe.

I didn't know how to deal with this new development so I went out to the car and sat there a while. The longer I sat there, the more apparent it became that no solution to this dilemma was going to come to me any time soon. I was too hurt and too scared to be thinking straight right now. I couldn't help Gordy if he was not willing to see me. I didn't want to push Gordy into requesting that there be no visitors by forcing myself upon him and risking the possibility of getting thrown out. I needed to go and do something away from the Hospital for a while. I needed to get my mind off this problem until I had time to calm down and think more clearly, then I might be able to think of something useful in dealing with this crisis.

I called Gordy's Mom and told her how Gordy had woken up and had gone ballistic. I also informed her about him not knowing where he was, what he was doing there and who I was. I told her that they had to sedate him and put restraints on his arms and legs. I wasn't trying to scare her, in fact, I was trying to prepare her for what she would find when she arrived. Then I told her how he ordered me out of the room like I was some kind of stalker. I asked her kindly if she would call me if there were any news on Gordy's condition. Now that I had made that call, I felt free to go do something else and be assured that I had left Gordy in the capable hands of his mother. If I couldn't see Gordy, I felt the need for someone to be there with him. I didn't want him to be left alone for too long without someone he loved being there with him.

Next, I called Chad and had him get in touch with his friend from our sister club Archimedes and set up a meeting to cut a deal for our Fleshjack overstock. He called me back in two minutes and said that they weren't doing anything important and could meet right now if we wanted. I had Chad set up the meeting to begin in one hour at Stuart Manor and asked if he would accompany me there. He agreed and set up the meeting for us. He told me they would be meeting us at the front gate at 7 p.m. I drove over to Chad's house and picked him up and the two of us headed out to Stuart Manor. As I drove, I had Chad call over to Stuart Manor and inform Xander that we had scheduled a brief meeting there and if he could let us into the Guest House when we arrived. After he talked to Xander, Chad told me that Xander said that Mr. Stuart was entertaining guests in the main house and to enter at the rear entrance. He kindly requested that we be very quiet and not disturb his guests. He told Chad to call again once we had arrived.

Chapter #80

The Fleshjack Incident

It was a good thing that we weren't there for any party. As Stuart Manor came into view, Chad pointed out his friend's car that was sitting near the main gate, waiting for us. I drove up along side them and told them to follow me as I led them to the rear entrance. I had Chad call Xander again and inform him that we had arrived. Our two cars entered the rear lot and we pulled up to the front door of the Guest House. We all got out of our cars and gathered at the Guest House door.

Chad introduced his friend, Elder Evan and their club secretary, Elder Ross. I told them how I remembered seeing them at our dual club Super Orgy and we chatted a bit while we waited for Xander to allow us access to the Guest House. They reminisced about their experiences and we told them about ours. I told them how Gordy and I rescued one of their triplets from a vibrator accident after none of their own club brothers would help them. They told me that their President had told all his club brothers not to help them so they could learn an important lesson. They also told me that he recently aged-out and their club is now under new management. Now that he was gone, many things have changed for the better. This was one of the reasons why they were now ready to buy these Fleshjacks from us today.

Xander finally came to open the door for us. We greeted him cheerfully and once again, he remembered all four of our names and graciously welcomed us in. He told us to be sure the door was locked when we left and that way we could leave when we were ready and wouldn't need to call again. We assured him that we would take care of it and thanked him for his time.

Chapter #81

The Demonstration

I led our guests up the stairs to the Master Bedroom that had the giant closet that housed our Club's Toy Box. I showed them our stock of Fleshjacks that were available for sale. I explained the differences in each model and then went into detail about the recommended directions for use. Then I went over the precautions of using condoms when sharing and recommended that each club member have their own Fleshjack for personal use only. Then I showed them a few examples of how we labeled each unit with the owner's name on it. Then I outlined the cleaning directions before and after each use. I showed them the original bill of sale and explained how we needed to buy this many units to get the special discounted bulk rate. Then I assured them that we were selling them at our cost and we weren't making any profit from them because they were an affiliated Crazy 8 Club and we were selling them just so their club could benefit by enhancing their club experiences. Then we told them about our `Whack-A-Rob" game where we used our new Fleshjacks for Robert's aging-out/going away party. As I started to explain the rules of the game to them, I started to get boned up thinking about how much fun we had and how much fun their club brothers are going to be having once they start using their new toys for the first time. I wasn't the only one getting turned on by all this talk of Fleshjacks. The next thing I knew, Ross reached over and grabbed my crotch and looked me straight in the eyes.

"I think we need a little demonstration before we spend so much money, what do you think Evan?" Ross asked his partner.

"Yeah, I'd like to see this thing in action!" Evan answered as he grabbed Chad's crotch.

Ross reached into the toy box and pulled out my personal Fleshjack and held it up.

"Look, this one's got your name right on it. See, it says NICO!" he said with obvious innuendo.

He tossed my Fleshjack over to the bed and started pulling my shirt off. I looked over and saw Evan doing the same thing to Chad.

"You know, you can see several videos of these Fleshjacks in action on their web site," I informed them.

"Why would we want to see a video when we can see it live in person right here?" Ross asked as he started unzipping my pants.

As I looked over to Chad again, both Evan and Chad were already naked and playing with each other. I kind of expected that because Chad and Evan were already good friends and by the look of it, they may even be long time `Fuck-Buddies'! Without thinking, I turned and dug through the toy box and came up with Chad's personal Fleshjack and tossed it to him. By this time, Ross had completely undressed himself and the three of them were standing there naked just waiting to see what I was going to do next.

The one thing I discovered about myself since I've been in the Crazy 8 Club is, I almost never say no anymore. I guess a little at a time, I've slowly become a slave to sex, a sexaholic if you will. I was boned up before and now that the others were naked and waiting for me, I didn't want this rare opportunity to go to waste. Chad started making sensual gestures with his Fleshjack and Ross picked up my Fleshjack that was tossed on the bed and started sticking his finger in and out of it, licking his lips at the same time as if he were promising me a good old fashioned rimming. I lost all my inhibitions as my heart started racing and before I knew it, I was just as naked as the rest of them. I took our two Fleshjack unit into the adjoining bathroom to prepare them.

"Where are you going?" Evan asked.

"Just like I told you earlier about preparing them for use, I'm going to run some hot water through them which will make them soft and supple and feel even more like real flesh when you plunge your cock into it," I told him.

"I'll get some lube from the Toy Box," Chad offered.

"Get four condoms while you're at it so we can fully demonstrate these babies for these guys!" I said.

"No need for the condoms," Ross said. "We're gonna buys these suckers today, for sure! Evan and I will make our personal choice right now if that's okay with you. That way, we can each have our very own Fleshjack to play with right now!"

"Good idea Ross," I said. Go ahead and make your selection and I'll get all four of these babies hot and ready to go so we can get Fleshjacking away!"

"Cool," Evan said. "I know exactly which one I want!"

"Yeah, me too," Ross said and the two of them went straight for their choice and brought them over to me.

I expertly prepared all four Fleshjacks and in minutes, we were ready to begin. I tried to say as little as possible so they could feel free to experiment in their own way. The idea of letting them make their own discoveries was making me hot and in no time my boner was rock solid and ready for anything.

"The first thing you do is pour a generous amount of lube into the orifice like this," I instructed. "Then you inset Mr. Happy right on in. Then you adjust this screw cap at the end of the unit which regulates the amount of suction you want. That's it. After that, there are no rules. Just do what you want and experiment around until you find what works for you and feel free to bust your biggest nut ever right on inside!"

"That's fuckin' hot man," Ross said. "I'm ready!"

"Well then," I said. "Let's all find a spot on the bed, get comfortable and get started."

Seeing that this was supposed to be a demonstration, I started first. I lubed up my personal Fleshjack and then passed the bottle of lube over to Chad. Then I adjusted the pressure to full and plunged my cock right into it. I let out an unintentional moan of ecstasy as I felt the smooth warm fleshy delight of the inner Fleshjack sleeve caress my rock solid cock, sending a rush of sexual anticipation straight to my head. Chad lubed up his personal Fleshjack and mimicked my same strategy. He passed the bottle of lube to his buddy Evan and he took things a little slower, being more cautious and careful.

"Fuck!" Ross exclaimed. "Come on, pass the lube this way man, I can't wait another second!"

Evan passed the bottle to Ross and Ross's hands were shacking with expectation. He lubed up his unit and plunged his cock into it the same way he had observed Chad and I do. Without warning, a sound came out of Ross's mouth that was so sensuous and erotic that I felt my balls clench. It sent a surge of electricity so deep that it hyper-sensitized my entire body. It turned me into one continuous erogenous zone from head to toe.

Right at that moment, Chad chose to reach over to kiss me and when his lips touched mine, the sparks ignited a fuse inside me that catapulted me into a fantasy world of pure sexual desire. I felt like I hadn't had any sex for months. The sensations of the Fleshjack making love to my cock as I stroked it... along with the shuddering touch of skin on skin as Chad touched and caressed me... along with the sensual moaning sounds that Evan and Ross were making as they were discovering the carnal pleasures of their first Fleshjack experiences... all combined to propel me into an all out orgasmic state. I needed to get a grip on myself. I was heading into an orgasm far too quickly. I felt like I was twelve years old again, back when I used to be able to make myself cum in forty-four strokes. Back then it was all about how fast I could do it. Now it was all about how long I can make it last! I pulled the Fleshjack off and halted any penile stimulation and Chad withdrew his kiss as he started getting into his own stroking.

I just relaxed and watched my three partners for a while in an attempt to slow things down a bit for myself. It wasn't helping much. Just watching them enjoying their experiences was just as stimulating and just as erotic and I found myself riding a wave a pleasure as my balls prepared to shoot their load despite my attempt hold off. I decided I'd rather be Fleshjacking when I shoot it so I resumed my stoking and felt a surge of sexual tension overtake me. Once again, Chad reached over and unexpectedly took control of my Fleshjack and I instinctively reached over and took control of his. As Ross and Evan watched Chad and I, they followed our lead and took control of each other and somehow, all four of us got into a synchronization pattern. The sight of all four of our Fleshjacks bobbing up and down in unison, along with everyone's moaning in ecstasy flung me into overdrive. I could almost feel my sperms as they wiggled and swam through my reproductive track on their way to a spectacular shooting spree. The fact that Chad had taken control of my Fleshjack made me feel like I was about to climax faster than usual as I sped out of control. I was about to take control back from Chad when Ross grabbed his Fleshjack away from Evan, pulled it off and shoot one of the most enormous globs of cum I think I've ever seen. It was thick and pure white and flew at least two feet straight out of his cock.

"Wow," I exclaimed. "That was some shot Ross!"

He began stroking himself as a good deal more semen oozed out. That was all I could take. I snatched my unit from Chad and did the same. I stroked myself until I exploded. Gobs of flying sperm shrapnel descended in every direction. The blood rushed to my head and I soared into the stratosphere. Several more rounds of hot gushing cum splattered out of me. I had completely devastated myself with my own creamy white sex cream.

"Holy Shit Nico," Ross gasped. "I heard stories about you being a super-shooter but Oh My God, that was hot!"

By now, Chad and Evan had reached their limit. They had watched Ross and I demonstrate our male virility and they began a spontaneous `Race to the Finish'. They had a silent understanding between them that they would shed their Fleshjacks when they climaxed so the winner's display would be visible and enjoyed by all. It was impossible to determine who the winner was going to be because they were both equally grunting and moaning in anticipation of their victorious outcome.

"I'm gonna shoot it first," Evan threatened.

"Okay, go ahead, I dare you!" Chad challenged.

"Wait, What?" Evan questioned. "What do you mean?"

"Go ahead hot shot, beat me," Chad said. "I'm gonna take my time."

"Oh come on, let's race," Evan begged. "Please!"

"All right then," Chad said. "Here I cum!"

"Oh, No Fair," Evan groaned.

They both accelerated their speed as they both pounded their cocks into a fiery frenzy. Their breathing intensified and they both took about ten additional strokes before they tossed off their Fleshjacks and shot their combined loads into the air. Ross and I watched with great delight as our junior brothers played `Battle of the Sperms' with each other. They displayed all the fervor and passion of a couple of seasoned porn stars.

Chapter #82

The Voyeur

Once they drained their balls of every last drop there was to be had, the four of us were unexpectedly startled. A man had been watching us from the doorway. He clapped his hands as he praised our candid performance. It was an older man, dressed in an old but comfortable looking t-shirt and a pair of tight Speedos. We could easily see just how much he enjoyed himself by the considerable bulge that struggled to escape the confines of his shorts.

"Oh Shit," Ross said as he panicked and turned red from embarrassment looking around the room for where he had tossed his clothes.

"You scared us," Evan said. "How long have you been watching us?"

"What are you, some sort of stalker?" Chad asked.

"That's not very nice," I said to Chad. Then I turned to the stranger and asked, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to witness one of the most amazing super-shooters I've ever seen and believe me, I've seen a lot of them," he complimented.

"Oh thank you," Ross said, accepting the compliment.

"You were pretty good all right," the stranger said, "but I was talking about Nico!"

"Me, how do you know my name? I asked.

"That's what this guy called you when he complemented you on your skill," he said.

"Well this is kind of awkward for us knowing that you've been watching us," Ross said.

"Oh, it's all right," The stranger said. "I'm Paul Morris, owner of Treasure Island Media in San Francisco! I used to be in the Crazy 8 Club myself many years ago."

"How do you know we're Crazy 8'rs?" Evan asked.

"Come on, this is Stuart Manor, he answered. "Mr. Stuart and I founded the Crazy 8 Club right here in this very room."

"How do you know that?" Chad asked.

"Because I was Mr. Stuart's very first inductee!" the stranger confessed. "Mr. Stuart and I have been life long friends. The two of us founded the first Crazy 8 Club in this state. It all began when we were both little boys growing up in this town. Now he's a Millionaire and I'm a successful movie producer."

"You're a movie producer?" Ross questioned as he turned red again from still being naked in his presence.

"What kind of movies?" I asked being a little suspicious of his claim, having no idea what `Treasure Island Media' was.

"I produce Gay Porn!" he said shocking all of us. "In fact, I was about to ask Nico if he'd like to star in one of my movies!"

"Me!" I said finding it hard to believe he would make me such an offer. "I can't, I'm under age!"

"Well of course you are, you're a Club Brother," he indicated. "You wouldn't be here today if you were of age. By the look of it though, you're probably seventeen, just about to turn eighteen, am I right?"

"No, I just turned sixteen last week," I said.

Then suddenly I thought back to my birthday party last week and remembered about Gordy lying in the Hospital bed.

"Well, when you turn eighteen, look me up and I'll give you a role in one of my movies," he promised. "I can sure use a real super-shooting twink like you. You can become hugely popular overnight. I'll make a star out of you. My DVD's are shipped all over the world. You'll be famous the world over, the Gay Porn World that is. There's a big demand for `Twinks' and `Super-Shooters' in Gay Porn! Here, I'll leave each one of you my card and then I'll let you guys finish what you were doing. You three might want to be in one of my movies too when your balls get big enough. Just give me a call or tell Mr. Stuart you want to get in touch with me and he'll know what to do! See you guys later and thanks for the show!"

He gave each one of us his card and then walked out of the room. We all said goodbye and I added a `Thank You' as he disappeared down the hall. Once again, we were alone and we all stared at each other for a while in utter disbelief.

"Are you gonna do it?" Chad asked me.

"Hell, I don't know," I said. "That's two years away. But it is kind of exciting isn't it? How about you guys, are you interested?"

They all emphatically shook their heads no which left me feeling a bit strange knowing that I had even contemplated the notion.

"Well, let's get dressed, finalize our deal and get the hell out of here," Ross said.

"I second the motion," Chad said. "That was a little creepy!"

We got dressed and Ross wrote out a check for the entire amount from their Club account that was drafted from the same bank as ours. Then the three of us carried the merchandise down to their car and helped them load everything into their trunk. We went back up and made sure we cleaned up after ourselves. Then we made sure we locked the door on our way out. The four of us got in our cars and left the grounds, driving off in opposite directions. I dropped off Chad at his house and then made my way home. It had been a long, stressful yet memorable day and I was looking forward to getting a fresh start tomorrow.

Selling off our overstock of Fleshjacks had been an unresolved issue that had been nagging at me for a long time and now. I was glad to finally put that chapter behind me. Making the final deal was a little more involved than I had anticipated. The unexpected demand to demonstrate the product to our buyers resulted in an unforeseen twist of fate. That was okay though because it gave me the distraction I needed to take my mind off of Gordy. I needed that extra time to clear my mind so I could focus on resolving the issues that we now faced. On the other hand, my recent movie offer was becoming more enticing the longer I thought about it. I got boned up again when I started fantasizing about fucking some Porn Star's brains out on camera and then firing my world renowned super-shooting cannon on demand. It wasn't long after my head hit the pillow and I was drifting off into dreamland.

End of Part Ten

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