Comments about my stories are always welcome. Please send your e-mail responses to: pablosound2010@hotmail.com

Please put the story title in the subject line, so it doesn't get deleted as junk mail.

Nico and Gordy's Crazy 8 Club Adventures

Part #12

By: Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #94

Female Persuasions

Monday came around again before I knew it and another week of School was upon us. I got together with Trent before school started for the day and explained my dilemma and asked for his assistance in procuring a female sex partner for Gordy. He said that doing this for Gordy would ultimately benefit his own heterosexual image and he was more than happy to help all three of us achieve that status. I agreed and told him that Gordy would tell him his first and second choices and see where it goes from there.

This was the most dubious proposition I've ever been a party to and I had some serious reservations and personal issues about it. Nevertheless, I felt I had no choice, it had to be done. I also felt bad for asking Trent to pimp for Gordy but he seemed to take it in stride and actually thrived on the attention that it drew to Gordy and himself. It was the only way for Gordy to know for certain in his own mind who he was and what he really wanted. Since the day that Gordy and I made our personal relationship with each other official, all of our sexual activities have been performed either within the Crazy 8 Club or privately between the two of us. This would be the first time since that day that Gordy was going to have sex with someone other than me or our club brothers. I was feeling jealous and hurt but put on a brave face by being supportive and encouraging for Gordy.

By second period, Trent had talked to several members of his entourage and explained that a friend of his had been challenged to loose his virginity and if any of them were game. He enticed them with the knowledge that Gordy was good looking, athletic and had the personal equipment to match, all without sounding like he knew more than a straight guy should know about another guy. To his surprise, almost all of them were willing to be Gordy's first. Once he got these girls hot, ready and eating out of his hand, he introduced Gordy to eight of the top hot, hot, hotties as he called them and by lunch period, Gordy had made his decision.

He selected Audra, a sweet blonde bombshell with very sexy blue eyes and a pair of well endowed knockers. She had a small frame and stood about three inches shorter than him. I knew Gordy well enough to know what he was thinking. He would be able to easily dominate her into doing whatever we wanted. Anyhow, they seemed to hit it off right away and in five minutes, Gordy had a date with her for later that night. They planned on having dinner and a movie and then some alone time after that to `Do the Deed'. As Gordy related this information to me later that day, I smiled and gave him a tip or two that might help him more easily get through the awkwardness of their first date.

From that point on, I had a nauseating knot in my stomach that persisted for the remainder of the day. The thought of some bitch putting her hands all over my boyfriend and the thought of him putting my favorite part of his anatomy into her wretched hole only served to fill me with hatred and contempt. Nevertheless, my hands were tied, I had to let Gordy be himself or at least let him discover who he was without getting in the way or influencing him in any way. He knew how I felt about him and he also knew what we had together. I believe that this was just his way of making sure that he wasn't making a mistake, going through the rest of his life wondering if he made the right choices and decisions.

I found myself alone at home that night, wondering what they were doing together and outright making myself sick obsessing over it. I imagined him hating it and coming to me and saying I was right all along and if I would still take him back. Then we would share a long night of sexual passion together to re-consummate our commitment to each other.

Then I started thinking that he might love it and vow that he would never touch another man's penis for the rest of his life. I wondered how it could be any worse than that when the cursed answer came rushing into my head. He might decide he wanted to live in both worlds and would carelessly bounce between me and her, never fully committing to either one of us.

I felt reluctant to even go to school and have to face Gordy's decision tomorrow. I was scared and nervous, hopeful and crestfallen all at once. I didn't want to know Gordy's decision in case it was bad news for me but I had to know for my own sake and for the sake of the club.

I had a restless night's sleep and awoke drained of all my energy. That horrible knot in my stomach returned with a vengeance and I couldn't eat any breakfast. My mom asked why I wasn't eating and inquired if Gordy and I had another falling out. I answered vaguely that I wasn't sure and she was kind enough to leave it at that.

I half heartedly look for Gordy all morning before and in between periods but he was nowhere to be found. The knot in my stomach seemed to intensify as the day wore on.

Chapter #95

Gordy's Sexual Identity Crisis

It wasn't until lunch period that I finally saw Gordy for the first time. He seemed to be avoiding me, so I waited until he felt ready to come to me. Close to the end of the period, he finally came over to my table and sat with me.

"Well, how did things go?" I asked pleasantly.

"Oh, pretty good for being my first date with a girl I guess," Gordy answered.

I leaned into him and whispered, "How was the sex? Was she hot? Did you love it?"

"I don't know," he answered.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"Well, I'm not sure. It was good but all sex is good isn't it?" he said. "Even masturbation can be pretty good, right? It's just that there was no fire, you know, no passion! Maybe I was just expecting too much the first time out."

"Well, what do you think about that?" I said.

"Like I said, I don't know!" Gordy frowned.

"I don't want to put any more pressure on you than you already have but the club needs its President," I said. "They need to know if they have to replace you or if you're still with them. If you're still with them, then you need to start being there regularly again and if you're not, then they need to know that too so they can hold elections and fill the office. They need somebody they can count on to run the club. You know, this used to be the most important thing to you before the incident."

"Yeah, I know you're right but things are moving so fast right now," Gordy said. "I'll tell you what, I'll be there this Saturday and I'll let everyone know what I've decided then, okay. I promise!"

"Thanks Gordy, I Love You!" I said and then I saw the look on Gordy's face as he struggled to know how to respond. "Don't worry man! You don't have to say anything back. I know you're still struggling with this whole matter, I'm just reminding you how I feel, that's all."

"Thanks man," Gordy finally said. "I've got to go now, see you later!"

That night I got on the phone and arranged to have our next upcoming club meeting be this Saturday. I decided that it should be a `Welcome Back Party' for Gordy and I instructed all of our members to make sure that Gordy felt as `Missed' and `Appreciated' as possible. I also made it clear that `Love' was to be the theme of the day and the most effective tool we had to combat Gordy's indecision. It was to be stressed above and beyond anything else, even the sex. This was going to be our one and only shot at stimulating Gordy's memory and restoring him back to the boy we all knew and loved prior to the incident.

As the week progressed, unbeknownst to me, Gordy hooked up with another one of Trent's hot, hot, hotties named Carla making it Gordy's second `Fuck Date'. He had a similar experience the second time around, ending pretty much the same way it had with Audra. It was just as well that I didn't find out about this until it was already over. I didn't need the stress of worrying about it like I did with Audra. Now that Gordy had gone out on two `Fuck Dates', both of them resulting with him being undecided, I was beginning to think that this Saturday's club meeting would be just what the doctor ordered. I would like to have invited Drew to our little event but his age and profession prohibited it. We were just going to have to wait on that one until things were a little more stable and we could arrange a sleepover with just the three of us, assuming of course that I ever get my old boyfriend back.

Chapter #96

Back In the Fold

Saturday finally arrived and Gordy drove to my house and picked me up using his mom's car that he had borrowed for the afternoon. It was like old times once again.

"Is it all right if we pick up one of our junior members and give him a ride with us?" I asked Gordy.

"Sure, no problem!" he said.

I gave him directions to his house and when we arrived, he was already waiting for us at the curb.

"Hi Nico! Hi Gordy!" he said enthusiastically giving Gordy a big hug through the open driver's side window.

"Hi there!" Gordy responded with a smile. Our passenger smiled back and then hopped in the back seat as he had done so many times before.

Once our passenger secured his seat belt, Gordy proceeded to Columbus Hall where today's event would take place. Then Gordy leaned over to me and whispered, "Who the hell is this kid?"

"How are you doing today, Skeeter?" I asked, trying to inconspicuously answer Gordy's question without embarrassing him.

"Great, how are you guys?" he answered.

"Oh, we're just fine," I said.

"Hey, you're `Squeaky' aren't you?" Gordy asked.

Both Skeeter and I were stunned at Gordy's recollection.

"Yeah but they don't call me that anymore!" he insisted.

Having Gordy magically pull `Squeaky's' name out of his head was a very encouraging sign indeed. Perhaps it might be an omen that today was going to be a good Crazy 8 Club session for all of us.

When we arrived at Columbus Hall, the three of us entered the main room and Gordy instantly noticed the lengths everybody had gone though to make him feel welcome and at home. First, a large banner hung from the ceiling with the words:

WELCOME HOME GORDY

YOU"RE THE BEST

The rest of the hall was decorated with balloons and party favors and the stage was set in the middle of the main room with the bed being outfitted with silk sheets as it had been so many times before. Several club brothers came running over to us and surrounded Gordy, whisking him away from us, taking him lovingly by the hand and guiding him to the center of the bed where he would take his rightful place as the center of attention. They sat him down on the bed and then took their places on the surrounding couches. Today, no one was naked, not yet anyways and there were no cameras passed out. This was to be a low key reintegration ceremony for Gordy with the day's focus being `Love'.

Chapter #97

The Stories That Defined an Era

Wade, our Vice President, took it upon himself to instruct everyone present on today's special protocol. Each club brother, (starting with the club elders) were to go to Gordy's bedside, introduce themselves and then undress slowly while they related an intimate story or amusing anecdote that had happened between them that defined their special relationship to one another. Then they would take their place on the bed with Gordy and tenderly touch him in a sweet and loving manner while the next club bother took his turn.

I could not have thought of a better way to proceed than what Wade had come up with. He had struck the perfect balance with just the right amount of intimacy and the least amount of pressure. This way, each member would be able to explain why Gordy was special and important to them and then they could physically demonstrate it with a simple touch.

Wade started the ball rolling by being first as he relayed his story of how he recruited Gordy and the scenario they used on his initiation ceremony. I found this story to be particularly interesting. It was a story that Gordy had never shared with me since it occurred long before I came to be in the Crazy 8 Club. I listened intently as Wade stripped naked while he seductively related the story. He got so turned by his own sexually charged re-telling of the tale that he gave himself a boner which in turn made several of the other boys in the room squirm as their own boners strained within their tight pants.

Once he was finished, he sat behind Gordy and tenderly rubbed his shoulders. Gordy started to feel a bit relaxed now and removed his shirt. He enjoyed the feel of Wade's strong hands touching his bare shoulders. He started to feel at ease as he recognized many of our members from the slideshow presentation I had shown him. Because that slideshow represented all of our members both clothed and naked, it helped Gordy match the face with the body as he would begin to remember them one by one. This also helped remove the awkwardness of seeing each member naked as they would each take their turn stripping in front of him.

I was the next Elder in line after Wade. I stepped up to take my turn and introduced myself formally to Gordy as I followed Wade's layout to the letter.

"Hi Gordy, I'm Nicholas Harris but you and everyone else here calls me Nico!" I began. I slowly removed my shirt as I began my narration.

"Not too long ago, we were having a combined club orgy with our sister club at Stuart Manor. In addition to enjoying ourselves at this orgy, we had the added responsibility of watching over our junior members."

At this point I removed my shoes and socks and continued my story. "Mr. Stuart's personal assistant Xander came looking for us. Someone in the west wing needed our help and he instinctively knew we were the ones to call upon. When we arrived on the second floor, third room down on the west side, there on the bed were a set of triplets who were scared and didn't know what to do. Two of them were sitting on the bed and the third one was on all four in the middle of the bed with his ass high in the air. Gordy, you were the first to ask what was going on and none of them wanted to fess up to their blunder. We heard a faint sound of a vibrator but didn't see one anywhere. You see, while they were playing with a clitoral vibrator, one of the brother's slippery wet fingers lost control of the lubed device and it disappeared deep into his brother's hungry hole!"

The room busted out laughing as I told the tale in a humorous fashion. I proceeded to remove my pants as I resumed my story. "The boys were scared that they might be in big trouble and their sibling might need to be taken to a hospital. Once again, Gordy the hero came to the rescue. You had Xander find us a pair of pliers and between the two of us we took matters into our own hands. You coached the kid to push the vibrator out while I waited for something to grab a hold of."

I removed the last of my clothes and finished my story in the nude. "Gordy managed to coax the kid into doing the impossible against all his objections and finally, enough of the purple colored vibrator's handle emerged from his rosy red pucker and I managed to grab a hold of the tiniest corner of the elusive little sucker and together we saved the day."

Once I finished my story I sat down with Wade and Gordy and massaged Gordy's inner thigh in a way that would subtlety arouse him. All on his own Gordy felt comfortable enough to remove the rest of his clothes. It was all starting to work. Gordy was finally opening up. For the first time he was allowing himself to react with more acceptance.

Chad Grayden was the next elder in line and he took center stage to take his turn. As he slowly stripped, he related a story about the day that I had my initiation. This was going to be another story I'd never heard before and listened with great interest.

"It was the day of Nico's initiation," Chad began as he removed his T-shirt. "I was going around picking up our junior members who needed a ride to the event. Gordy, you were so nervous, you almost had a breakdown. It was his best friend this time that was about to be thrown to the wolves. It started out to be an ordinary club event for the rest of us. Being the club's official designated driver, I was assigned to pick up six of our junior member and drop them off at Columbus Hall. Then I had to go back out and pick up Nico who was to be blindfolded and taken for a drive around town until everyone had time to get ready."

Chad removed his shoes and socks while he continued his story.

"As I picked up the six boys, they started talking about the new guy, Nico. Then they started speculating about what he'd be like, what he'd look like and how big his dick was going to be. Somehow, they found out that he was Gordy's best friend. Then they started talking about how you, Gordy, were a God and how you were a hero to most of them."

Chad removed his pants and shorts, until he was naked and his dick started inflating as he started recalling the titillating events that happened next.

"As they started getting turned on by their erotic imaginations, they started stripping naked right there in the back of my car."

Some of the boys on the couches were snickering because they were the ones Chad was talking about. Now, Chad stood fully naked and boned to the brim in front of Gordy as he finished his tale.

"I asked them, `What are you guys doing, you can't just strip naked in public'. Then they tried to get me to join them and have some fun before we got to the club. Boy, I sure wanted to. I would have been the sole Elder in a car filled with hot naked horny little junior clubbers, boned and ready to attack me. Man, if I had said `yes', they would have been all over me! I would have been up to my neck in little boy boners. Anyway, I pulled into an empty lot and had to settle everyone down. It was almost impossible to get them all to put their clothes back on. If we weren't headed for a Crazy 8 Club initiation, I would have had a sex riot on my hands. Gordy, you've had all these younger guys worshiping you all along. That's all you have to do is say your name and these little guys swoon! Here, watch this... `Gordon Elliott'!"

As crazy at it sounds, five or six club brothers sitting on the couches audibly sighed at the mere mention of Gordy's name. If it weren't common knowledge that Gordy and I were lovers, many of the guys here would be hitting on Gordy right now.

After proving his point, Chad joined the rest of us on the bed and fondled Gordy's hair as he lovingly added his gentle touch to the others.

Trent was up next and as he stripped, he told Gordy about the time when he seduced me and tried to break Gordy and I apart.

"At our last orgy, I cornered Nico in one of the bedrooms and I shamelessly seduced him," Trent began. "I had such a big crush on him that I wanted to make him all mine. I knew you two had a relationship together but that didn't stop me. I know I'm sort of a `Sex God' and all but I couldn't get him to leave you."

By now, Trent had finished undressing. Everyone could now see the claims that he was making about himself being a `Sex God' was no exaggeration. Gordy felt momentarily confused. This guy who was stripping in front of him and confessing his feelings for me was the very same homophobic wielding jock that just finished hooking him up with Audra and Carla.

"I had never failed to seduce anyone before, so my failure was devastating to me. I got pissed off at him and threatened to kick his ass and you know what, that little shit stood up to me. That's right, that little shit sitting right there stood up to me. No one had ever stood up to me before, so I gained a whole new respect for him. He knew what he wanted. What he wanted was you Gordy! He must really love you deeply to pass on this hunk of boy meat right here! To this day, no one else has ever turned me down, `The Sex God of William Shakespeare High'!"

Trent flexed his muscles and yanked on his power tool a few times and I swear that a couple of our junior members creamed their pants right then and there. After he made his point, he sat and joined the rest of us as we caressed Gordy's body with our combined intimate touch.

Chapter #98

Gordy's Heartfelt Homecoming

Gordy felt a twinge of pain in his head. Things were starting to ring a bell and a strange feeling came over him as a onslaught of memories surfaced like he was remembering a past life or a stranger's life whose memories were not his own.

As each one of his friends related their story to him and he had the time to study their naked bodies, the two in combination caused him to begin having flashbacks. He started reliving the actual events as each brother's story vividly transported him to the very time and place they occurred. I looked over at Gordy and saw a stream of tears roll down his face. At the time, I didn't know what was going on but Gordy was experiencing an epiphany. An overwhelming flood of memories cascaded in his consciousness and a torrent of emotions ripped through his body that reduced him to a whimpering child.

"Gordy, what's going on?" I asked. "Are you okay?"

"Oh My God... Oh My God..." Gordy repeated.

"What! What's wrong sweetheart?" I said poorly hiding my panic.

"I remember it!" Gordy cried. "I remember all of it! I remember all of you, every one of you!"

To prove his point, one by one he singled out each club brother and stated their name and revealed why each one of them were important to him. As he did so, the tears came rushing down his face as he became more and more emotional. His emotional state was so infectious that he had virtually everyone in tears.

"Oh My God Gordy, what a breakthrough," I said. "Are you all right?"

"No!" Gordy answered. "Hug me Nico... Please!"

I reached past all the brothers that were now surrounding him and pulled him into me. He squeezed me so hard I was able to feel the conflict within him. He was teetering precariously between excruciating pain and overwhelming joy. He kissed me unexpectedly like he used to before the incident and I exploded with tears. My beloved Gordy was fighting his way back to me.

"Oh, my friends. My dear, dear friends," Gordy announced to the crowd. "I am so sorry for what I put you through. Can you ever forgive me?"

All the boys started talking at once.

"Hey everyone, settle down!" Wade said as he assumed his Vice Presidency persona and took control over the room. Once everyone quieted down he continued. "There's nothing to forgive. None of this is anyone's fault and you had no control over your recovery. We're just happy to have you back. As everyone here has demonstrated, We Love You!"

"All of you here have saved my life today!" Gordy stated. "I thank you all for that. I'll never forget this day, assuming I don't get my head bashed in again!"

Everyone responded with a stifled laugh since it was meant as a joke, as serious a matter as it was.

"As it turns out, it was my fault," Gordy confessed.

"What do you mean Gordy?" I wondered. "How could all this have been your fault?"

"Well," Gordy explained. "In my subconscious mind, I knew that I was attacked because I was gay! That triggered a self defense mechanism in my brain. My subconscious involuntarily put up a wall that made me forget ever being gay and all the people associated with it. The idea was, if I ceased being gay and didn't associate with anyone who I knew was gay, then no one would have any provocation to harm me again."

"No Way!" Wade said. "How do you know all that?"

"Because, as each one of you came to me, you made me realize something. All of you here are not only my friends, you're my family. I've missed you all terribly. I was headed for a life I didn't like or want. I've been very unhappy with myself since the incident and I knew I couldn't continue on the path I was on, I needed something to change. Once I made the choice to consciously accept the risk and live the life I love above my own personal safely, it became clear to me. Once the truth was revealed, the barrier that stood between me and my former life all came crashing down. I think I'm going to be okay now!"

"Well then, what do you want to do?" I asked.

Skeeter knew exactly what to say if no one else did. He jumped off the couch and yelled, "Party!!!"

Everyone's somber mood turned to celebration and the boys that had not stripped yet threw their clothes off with reckless abandon. With no clear direction, everyone just did what they wanted with whom they wanted and an atmosphere of freaky holiday prevailed. The resulting `free-for-all' turned into an all out `Sex Orgy'.

Chapter #99

A Celebration to Remember

Slowly, the room divided into two groups. The elders were already gathered together on the bed with Gordy and they were happy to stay with him and show him how much they've missed him and how glad they were to have him back. The junior members remained on the couches and broke off into smaller groups. They still took turns coming up to Gordy one by one and hugging him since they missed their opportunity to honor Gordy with their own personal tribute earlier.

Wade got up off the bed and disappeared into the staging room. A few minutes later, he returned, rolling out the prop chest into the middle of the floor. He opened up the lid and started calling out names as he handed everyone their personal Fleshjacks to play with. Then he passed around several bottles of ID Glide and the party was in full swing. Within minutes, the entire room looked like a sea of Fleshjacks that were randomly bobbing up and down to the sounds of heavy moaning and breathing.

"Oh my goodness," Gordy declared. "I've forgotten how erotic the sounds of eighteen ranking club members can be when they're all moaning in ecstasy together. This is so hot!"

"Hey Gordy," Desi said trying to get his attention. "The guys want to know if they can honor you with their offerings."

"Well, only if my lover will share it with me," Gordy said looking over at me. "What do you say Nico, will you share the club's offerings with me?"

"Hell Yeah babe!" I said, grinning from ear to ear. "Let's do it!"

My heart soared into the heavens when Gordy called me his lover. God saw fit to bless me and return my lover, partner and boyfriend to me. He was everything I needed in life all rolled up into one. He was kind and loving and to me he was one of the most devastatingly handsome and sexy guys I've ever known. I was going to have to thank God tonight in a very special prayer. For right now, I was going to enjoy the party and lay down next to my man and prepare to be today's cum pigs. By the sounds of things, the sperms were about to start flying at any moment!

"Make way everybody, your two greatest cum whores are about to get busy!" Gordy announced.

Everybody cleared a spot for us in the center of the bed and we took up our positions as the blank canvas for what was to cum. A totally original piece of Crazy 8 Club art was about to be born. The artists where the collection of eighteen boys known as, `The Pythagoras Group'. Everyone's equipment was slightly different. Some had small applicators while others where larger in size. Some oozed their pigment from their tubes while others sprayed their pigment with forced air canisters. Some used undiluted, concentrated thick white paste while others used a clear thinned down insipid juice that covered a wider area. The one thing that all eighteen artists had in common was the unselfish gift of giving that provided each one of them with a feeling of pure joy that their individual contributions offered.

Chapter #100

The Art Form Whose Time Had Finally Cum

A circle formed around Gordy and me consisting of sixteen hot boys that were all stroking themselves vigorously with their Fleshjacks. The sounds everybody writhing in ecstasy as they all began to come close to their individual orgasms was sensuously intoxicating. The louder the sounds grew, the closer it pushed everyone to the very edge of their own explosive eruptions.

"Okay, I'm gonna cum now," someone announced.

"Me too, oh here it comes," someone else added.

"Oh God, this is gonna be a Big One!" yet another said.

Gordy and I were surrounded by a herd of red hot sexy studs whose cock's were all gulping and slurping within their personal Fleshjacks. Gordy and I were attending to our own Fleshjacking when the first three studs called out their arrival. We couldn't tell who they were but it didn't really matter for in a few seconds, it would become readily apparent. All three of them pulled off their Fleshjacks and started rapidly stroking themselves to climax.

The first of the three to cum was Desi. For being the youngest member of our group, Desi was ahead of the competition for being the next Crazy 8 Club super shooter. He shot his first blast across my neck and shoulders. Before Desi could shoot his second blast, Skeeter shot his first blast across Gordy's neck and shoulders nearly matching Desi's volume and distance. Both Skeeter and Desi had placed themselves in polar opposite positions between Gordy and I and they had timed their orgasms to pop together.

I know that they've been practicing fine tuning their chemistry together on their own outside the club. Desi and Skeeter were both growing into two very cute and sexy guys and in so many respects, they reminded me of Gordy and I when we were at that age. Desi and Skeeter continued their bombardment with a second and third blast as they continued to be the first two contributors to the community canvas. Once they finished christening our virgin blank slates, they moved off to watch the other artists take their turns bestowing their talents to the mix.

The third guy to cum was Chad. He was eager to add his contribution to our evolving artwork. He stood up and spread his legs as far apart as possible as he straddled Gordy and me so he could evenly distribute his offering between the two of us. I watched Chad's legs shake and buckle as he pounded his boner with his Fleshjack at high speed. He nearly collapsed on top of us as his sperm enriched boy cream swelled within his loins and raced to the finish line. His face turned red as he struggled to remain standing while his sperm fever ripped the last bit of control away from him, leaving him dangling at the very precipice of madness. His cock was already spewing its firry seeds as he pulled off his Fleshjack and flung it aside. He feverishly jerked his twitching rod, purposely twisting his hips from side to side so he could evenly disperse his abundant donation upon us. Chad's love mixture felt wonderfully warm and pleasing to my skin as it gently rained down between our bodies. It felt so good that I wished he had much more to offer. Once he was finished milking his dripping pole of its last drops, Chad moved off to the side and collapsed where he fell into a post orgasmic super stupor.

"Hey Desi, hey Skeeter, that was hot man," Gordy complemented, "and you're getting hotter every day!"

"Hey Chad, you were awesome dude!" I said. "Okay, so who's next?"

The word "Me!" came from eight junior club brothers all at once, four on each side of Gordy and me. Eight Fleshjacks flew as a flood of slippery slimy traces of smooth and silky boy cream blossomed fourth from the trembling muscles and spewing dicks of all eight horny boys. There were so many boys shooting that I didn't know who to focus on so I gazed at the bunch of them and caught most of it by not looking at any one guy in particular. I had never seen that many cum shooters pop at the same time before and it was titillating and thrilling to behold.

As these eight boys moved off to the couches to enjoy their post orgasmic high and watch the rest of the team contribute their share, another three boys came closer and sacrificed their fertile seeds to the canvas. Two of them tossed their Fleshjacks aside and pumped several rounds of potent male milk across Gordy and I. The evolving image created by our fruitful friends was beginning to emerge and it was quite a sight. The third guy lost control and shot his load inside his Fleshjack. He meekly apologized and then selected a spot on the two of us that was mostly unfettered and poured the contents of his Fleshjack evenly across us.

There were now just four of us left, Wade, Trent, Gordy and me.

"Hey Trent, Do you want to have a contest with me to see who can cum first?" Wade asked knowing that he was already close.

"Sure," Trent answered. "I'll cream you!" he boasted knowing that he too was close to cuming.

"No, don't cream me, cream them!" Wade joked as he pointed to Gordy and me.

Wade and Trent stood over us and separated our legs and then took positions between them as they knelt above Gordy and me. All four of our Fleshjacks were now just inches apart from one another. In a matter of seconds, all four of us got into a rhythm with each other and our cock sucking masturbation devices were bobbing up and down in perfect synchronization with each other. The crowd on the couches started cheering and calling out Wade and Trent's name as they cheered for their favorite guy to cum first and win the challenge.

This contest was supposed to be between Wade and Trent exclusively but we got caught up in the middle of the action just the same. Gordy and I struggled to hold ourselves back from cuming too soon. We didn't want to interfere with the challenge unfolding in front of us. We wanted to do the same thing that Wade and Trent were doing ourselves and have a cum-contest just between Gordy and me. We definitely wanted to be the last one's to cum anyway so we could be the last two contributors to put the finishing touches on our `One of a Kind Crazy 8 Club Art Project'. It got harder and harder to keep from cuming as we continued to keep in sync with Wade and Trent's growing speed and determination to out do each other.

Fortunately for us, it didn't take much longer for the two of them to climax.

"I'm gonna beat you!" Trent declared.

"Oh, no you're not," Wade grunted, "because, here I cum!"

Wade hastily threw his Fleshjack across the room and Desi caught it in mid air. Then Wade avidly stroked his maturing cock to orgasm as he raced to beat out Trent. Not to be outdone, Trent tossed his Fleshjack into the couches and proceeded to pound himself. Four boys sitting on the couches awkwardly fought to take possession of Trent's discarded Fleshjack but it too landed in the hands of Desi. Desi handed his second prize to Skeeter and the two of them took their trophies and stroked them up and down wildly in mid air in a mock masturbation gesture in an attempt to encourage their favorite contestant to win. The cheers from the crowd escalated into a passionate frenzy as Wade and Trent passed the point of no return. Now that Gordy and I were the last two who were still actively pumping our Fleshjacks, we slowed our pace down so we could focus our attention on the final outcome of Wade and Trent's erotic exhibition.

Wade blasted his load first followed by Trent a quarter of a second later. It was almost too close to call. They both deposited as much semen as six abundantly fertile guys and their prolific donation added a substantial amount of definition to the artwork.

"Okay Wade, you beat me fair and square," Trent moaned. "You're the man!"

"Oh, don't worry about it Trent, you're still a `Sex God' to me!" Wade complemented, bolstering Trent's confidence and stroking his ego as proficiently as he stroked his own dick.

"Well thanks," Trent responded. "Let's have a rematch!"

"No, I'm not going to be able to cum again for a while!" Wade conceded.

"No Wade, not us... Them!" Trent corrected pointing to Gordy and me. "Let's see who can make their guy cum first."

"Okay... deal!" Wade agreed. "Take your pick!"

"I choose Nico!!!" Trent stated.

"Very well," Wade consented. "Let's do it!"

Chapter #101

Nico and Gordy Back On Track

The two of them were already kneeling between the legs of their chosen champions and they both took control away from Gordy and me and began to literally take us on the ride of our lives using our own Fleshjacks to their wicked advantage. Both Wade and Trent where very strong guys, stronger than anyone else in the club and they were quite capable of ripping the very sperms right out of our balls with fury in their hands, fire in their eyes and lust in their hearts. Gordy looked excited at the prospect of getting his load busted but I had my reservations. I was feeling extra sensitive at the moment from the emotional draining effects of Gordy's breakthrough and I was also already on the very edge of a major climax that was augmented by the fact that we had purposely held ourselves back so Gordy and I could be the very last ones to bust our nuts.

Trent began Fleshjacking me at full speed and my pleasantly growing orgasm suddenly gripped me. I felt every muscle in my body tense up as it took my breath away. The tight inner sleeve of my Fleshjack started building up a suction around my cock. The faster Trent pumped me, the tighter it gripped me as the air got sucked out of the device faster than the chamber could draw it back inside. Trent's determination was so strong that when my Fleshjack vapor locked on me, he started to lift my body up off the bed as my cock got glued in place within the bowels of the Fleshjack chamber. If I ever wanted to have my cock stretched out in the future, I now knew who to go to.

The stimulation that Trent was putting me through was so intense that I became oblivious to what was happening to my lover right next to me. The sounds that Gordy was making did register in my mind however and I could tell he was being tortured in much the same way as I was. I strained to tune into Gordy's bodily rhythm and tried to synchronize with him even though my self control was mostly out of my hands. I felt my balls pull up so far that they almost disappeared, receding into my scrotal cavity. I was about to blow the cap off the Fleshjack when Gordy made his announcement.

"Okay boys, this is it!" Gordy declared as he took my hand into his and squeezed.

Now, I had direct physical contact with Gordy and we instantly linked together, spiritually and emotionally. The intensity of our grip as we held each other's hand let us know how close we both were to shooting our loads and we were now locked in our own geosynchronous orbit.

"Bombs away!" I proclaimed. "Duck and cover!"

Wade and Trent tossed our Fleshjacks aside and continued their assault on our naked boners, summoning our combined orgasms with their expert masturbation techniques. The crowd was really getting into it as half the group cheered for me and the other half cheered for Gordy. I found it interesting that no one was cheering for Wade or Trent. It wasn't their competition that the boys were getting off on, it was our super-shooting abilities that everyone wanted to see.

Gordy squeezed my hand extra hard and I did the same to his as we communicated our readiness to explode together at the hands of our two relentless tormentors. Gordy and I raised ourselves up on our elbows so we could witness the result of Wade and Trent's brutal competition. We were about to become the Grand Finale of the afternoon as we readied ourselves to enter into the world of Cumshotland.

Being on display in front of the entire congregation was proof that Gordy was once again a part of our Crazy 8 Club family. Furthermore, timing his orgasm with mine was also proof that we were once again committed to each other, heart and soul.

As Gordy and I continued lying side by side, propped up on our elbows, ready to watch our own spectacular climax unfold, our cocks began their barrage of flying sperm rich shrapnel that exploded in every direction, raining down a spray of large droplets that added and mixed together with our previous donors to complete our unconventional procreation. The crowd on the couches went wild and our tormentors slowed their pace until they finally withdrew their cum-covered hands away from our slowly deflating boners.

"Who Won?" Trent called out.

Half the group yelled `Nico' and the other half yelled `Gordy'.

"It was too close to call and we didn't use our cameras today," Wade offered. "Let's just call it a draw!"

"A Draw!" Trent balked. "Ah, shit! You mean I lost again?"

As usual, Wade used diplomacy to defuse Trent's explosive nature. "Well, No! You could say we both won!"

"Yeah, okay," Trent agreed. "We both won then!"

Chapter #102

Like Old Times Again

Some of the boys started to reach for their clothes to get dressed.

"Hold on you guys," I said, getting everyone's attention. "What do you think you're doing? We're not finished yet!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me as they waited for my explanation.

"You all forgot to sign your names on the canvas," I reminded everyone as I pointed to the sticky white slimy pools of sperm jelly that coated our bodies.

"With your tongues!" Gordy added with great delight.

"A great piece of artwork is worthless if it's not signed by the artists who created it, right?" I lectured. So, get in line and put your John Hancock where your cock was and lick your names into the club's history books!"

One by one, they all lined up and figuratively placed their `X' on the dotted line. Then they came over to Gordy and me to share their personal autographs with us, sealing their accomplishments with a kiss.

As we prepared to leave for the day, everyone pitched in to help close down. Once again, Wade assumed his Vice Presidential persona and directed the clean-up effort.

He brought Gordy and me both a wet and a dry towel to clean ourselves, turning our `One Of A Kind' artwork into a `Once In A Lifetime Memory'.

He had Chad break down the bedding so it can be taken to the Laundromat and be cleaned for next time. Wade had Trent load the prop chest and our other club belongings into Wade's pick-up truck. He directed everyone else to take down the banners, balloons and other party favors off the walls and ceiling.

He assigned Skeeter and Desi the task of rolling the couches back into the storage room and in minutes, with everyone's cooperation, Columbus Hall was stripped clean and ready for Gordy and I to hand the keys over to the real estate agent who rented us the Hall for the afternoon.

Everyone gave Gordy another hug upon leaving making sure Gordy understood his importance to each one of them. I watched as my boyfriend and lover battled a barrage of tears as he hugged each of his beloved club brothers knowing that he almost left them all behind.

Once everyone had left, Skeeter, Gordy and I waited for the real estate agent to come and check out the condition of the premises, turn in our key and sign the release forms. As we drove home, Gordy had a smile on his face the entire journey. We swung around to Skeeter's house to drop him off. He remembered the shortcut we used to use from Columbus Hall to Skeeter's house like it was yesterday. We pulled up into his driveway and Gordy stopped the car, turned off the motor and turned to talk to Skeeter.

"Thanks for being my friend Skeet, I love you!" Gordy said holding his arms out to give his young friend a hug.

"I love you too!" Skeeter said hugging Gordy and fighting to hold back his tears. "You've always been my hero Gordy, you and Nico both. I'm just glad I have you guys in my life and I'm especially glad to have you back Gordy. I'm one very lucky guy!"

"I'm the lucky one here!" Gordy said. "You better get in the house before we start balling like two little babies. Then what would your mom think if you walked in the door with tears in your eyes? So, get going now!"

Skeeter hopped out of the car closing the door behind him. He didn't dare turn around to watch us leave in fear of loosing his composure. In a few brief moments, Skeeter disappeared into his house and we went on our way.

"Our next order of business is for me to make love to you all night long so I could make up for all the times I've been such an ass to you recently," Gordy said without hesitation.

My face got red and my cock swelled in my pants from Gordy's blatant sexual forwardness.

After the success of today's club meeting, Gordy had absolutely no remaining doubts that he was loved by one and all. It had been a long battle but he had finally found his way back home.

End of Part Twelve

Comments about my stories are always welcome. Please send your e-mail responses to: pablosound2010@hotmail.com

Please put the story title in the subject line, so it doesn't get deleted as junk mail.