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Nico and Gordy's Crazy 8 Club Adventures

Part #7

By: Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #46

The Duncan Debacle

The Realtor arrived right on time to collect the key to the hall and we waved goodbye to Robert as he drove away. Gordy, Skeeter and I hopped into Gordy's borrowed car and took Skeeter home. We then drove out to Stuart Manor to store the unclaimed Fleshjacks before making it back to Gordy's house to return his mother's car. When we walked in the door, Gordy's mom was waiting for us.

"It's about time you two got back," Gordy's mom said with a pleasant demeanor. "I've been waiting for you. It's getting dark out and I was beginning to get worried about you. We need some milk and bread for tonight's dinner. Would you two boys be a dear and make a quick trip to the store for me. I would've gone myself except you had my car all day and now I'm in the middle of cooking dinner so I can't leave."

"Sure mom, no problem," he told her.

"Would you like to stay and have dinner with us Nico?" his mother asked me.

"Oh, no thanks Mrs. Elliott, I've got to get home and check in myself, I've been gone all day too!" I told her.

"Okay, but if you change your mind, you're still welcome."

"All right, thanks," I said.

Gordy and I went back out to the car and we headed for the grocery store. As we backed out of Gordy's driveway and drove down the street, I noticed a pair of headlights come on and a car pull away from the curb. I normally wouldn't notice something like that but for some reason, when I saw it, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I went into defense mode.

"Gordy," I whispered, "I think we're being followed!"

"What are you talking about?" he said.

"I saw a car pull out at the same time as us as we went down your street. There's something about the way it happened that caught my attention. My inner alert system is telling me to be on the look-out!"

"Oh, I'm sure it's nothing," he said. "Relax, why would anyone want to follow us anyway?"

"I don't know, but I'm getting scared," I said

"Don't worry," Gordy said. "Your big strong man is here to protect you!"

"Okay, my hero," I batted my eyes and laughed in a girlish tone.

I tried to forget about it and put it out of my mind as Gordy suggested but I just couldn't shake the feeling that we were being followed. Gordy pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store and parked.

"I'm going to try to do this as fast as possible," Gordy said. "Do you want to come in with me?"

"No," I said. I'll just wait here.

"Ya sure you're gonna be all right out here, all alone and without your mama?" Gordy quipped.

"Oh, just go, ya faggot" I shot back.

Gordy smiled and blew me a kiss as he closed the car door and ran into the store. A couple of seconds later, a car that looked like the one that was following us slowly pulled into the parking lot and parked about twenty cars away. My heart started pounding and my mouth got dry. I waited a minute or so and kind of sunk down into the passenger seat, trying to stay out of sight. As I watched and waited, no one got out of the car. I was convinced now more than ever that we were in fact being followed. Two minutes later, Gordy came out of the store carrying two plastic grocery bags. He hopped in the car and we backed out and prepared to exit the parking lot.

Chapter #47

A Precarious Game of Cat and Mouse

"Gordy," I said.

"Yeah," he answered.

"See that car that's pulling out at the end of the lot?"

He looked over to see the car I was referring to and said, "Yeah."

"That's the same car that's been following us. It pulled in just after you went into the store. No one ever got out. Whoever was driving just waited there and now we're being followed again."

"You might be right," he said apprehensively. "I'll tell you what, I'll drive around randomly and you observe what he does, okay?"

"Okay," I said. "Hey Gordy."

"Yeah."

"I'm really scared."

"Yeah, me too," he finally admitted. "I'm glad your with me, we can have each other's backs, you know, watch out for each other. You just keep an eye on him and tell me what he does as I drive around."

"Okay!"

Gordy made some turns and slowed down here and there for me to get a better look at the vehicle and perhaps the driver, but with the car's headlights in my eyes, it made it impossible to identify anyone. In a bold calculated risk on Gordy's part, he slowed to 15 m.p.h.. When the driver following us was forced to slow down, the car behind him blasted his horn out of frustration. Fearing that the commotion might blow his cover, he quickly turned down a side street. As he turned, his headlights were no longer in my eyes. As he pulled around the corner the streetlamp illuminated his face and I got my first clear look at the driver.

"You've got to be fucking kidding," I sneered.

"What?" Gordy asked anxiously. "What did you see?"

"It was that Nathan Crest guy," I hissed. "That fuckin' towel boy at school, the one who calls himself Duncan, the guy that Trent told us was an undercover cop."

"That's the guy who's been following us tonight?" Gordy said with disdain. "Oh man, I'm gonna kick that mother-fucker's ass!"

"Now, calm down Gordy," I said.

"Calm down, calm down," Gordy fumed. "I can't believe that you, of all people are telling me to calm down."

"Well, if he was just any other kid from school, I'd tell you to go for it, but this is different. I don't want to see you get arrested, or worse, have to go to jail for assaulting a police officer. And how would we explain why you did it without exposing us and the Crazy 8?"

"I know, it's just that I've been itching to kick that guy's ass for so long now!" Gordy complained.

"I know," I said. "We've got to think of a way to take care of this situation without getting ourselves into trouble. It's a good thing that he wasn't following us this afternoon or he would have discovered our `Whack a Rob' party! Shit, we're gonna have to start watching ourselves more closely now. We can't have him following us like that. We have a responsibility to keep the Crazy 8 Club and all our club brothers safe."

"Between the two of us, I'm sure we'll think of something," Gordy said.

"Right now, you better take me home," I said. "We better lay low and behave ourselves for a few days!"

"Yeah, I think you're right," Gordy said. "I'll call you later if I think of anything."

Chapter #48

The Hunter Becomes the Hunted

Gordy turned the car around and headed for my house. As we navigated down a few streets, my heart started pounding again.

"I don't believe it," I fumed.

"What is it this time?"

"He's right in front of us!"

"No shit, that's him?" he asked. "What should I do?"

"Do?"

"Yeah, should I ram him?"

"Hell No, I stressed. This is your mom's car, besides, that wouldn't solve anything."

"It would make me feel better," Gordy nervously retorted.

"Just see if you could get a little closer without him noticing us, I'll take a picture of his car and license plate with my cell phone."

"What good is that gonna do?"

"I have an idea that I'll tell you about later, just get me closer."

Gordy showed amazing restraint and skillfully got us within a safe distance, close enough to get several good snapshots of Duncan's car and plates. Then he backed off slowly and then finally turned away. It took us a few minutes to get back on track, but we were once again on our way back to my house.

"Your mom's gonna wonder what the hell happened to us," I said.

"Don't worry about that," he said. "What are you gonna do with those pictures?"

"I'm gonna download them and enlarge the plates," I began. "Then I'm gonna forward those pics with a description of his car to all our club brothers and warn them to keep a close watch wherever they go for a while."

"Is that it?" Gordy questioned.

"No, I have something else in mind too, but I wanna check on something first before I say anything."

"All right then, I'll leave it up to you," Gordy said. A few moments later we arrived at my house.

Chapter #49

A Disaster Is Averted

"Well, thanks for the ride and thanks for all your help today Gordy, you're a great friend," I said.

"And a great lover too right?" he shot back.

"And an awesome lover!" I confirmed.

I gave Gordy a hug and he held on to me and didn't let go. I could feel that he was still quite shaken from our ordeal. I was glad to know that he needed me just as much as I needed him. Gordy is my rock most of the time but it's nice to know that he has a vulnerable side and I could be the rock for him once in a while. I assured him we were going to be okay and he gave me a smile. I got out and waved goodbye and then went into the house. I was still shaken myself, but not enough for mom and dad to notice. After dinner I went to my room, finished up some weekend homework and prepared for school tomorrow. I sat on my bed for a few minutes, calmed my nerves and let my mind wander.

I started thinking about the bona-fide success that Robert's party had been. Then I thought about how Robert was running around Columbus Hall, trying to catch Skeeter and how the two of them were having so much fun with each other.

The next thing I knew, I was all boned up and horny again. I went to my closet and got out my personal Fleshjack I had hidden away and began playing around with it. I remembered all the different styles and techniques that each club brother tried on Robert as they experimented on him at the party. As I would remember something interesting that someone did, I would try that same thing on myself just to see what it must have felt like for Robert. It wasn't long before I started feeling myself approach the river rapids that were thundering just around the bend.

Then I started fantasizing about all my club brothers and what each one of them were going to be doing with their recently acquired toy once they got it home and started doing their own experiments with it. That's all that it took to catapult me over the falls as I shot my cascading waterfall into my Fleshjack, torrentially blasting the void within its reservoir.

Not only is this amazing device a spectacular masturbating tool, it saves on clean up as well. No Kleenexes or bath towels needed. No underwear or shirts need to be sacrificed. The Fleshjack's reservoir captures and contains the resulting mess in its receptacle, and then cleans up later with plain soap and water.

My regular school week was progressing quickly. Even so, I managed to get a few things accomplished over the first few days of the week.

First, I downloaded and enhanced the snapshots of Duncan's car and license plate and got it forwarded to all my club brothers with an attached message to be on high alert until further notice.

Next, I made arrangements to book Columbus Hall for Saturday's double whammy. Desi's Initiation was scheduled for early Saturday afternoon, immediately followed by our Presidential Inauguration Ceremony.

Chapter #50

A Sneaky Game of Cloak & Dagger

Yesterday, I searched the Internet and located a Spy Gear store nearby called BrickHouse Security Systems. Gordy and I went down to check it out. The store manager was very helpful and assisted us in selecting a low power tracking device called the "Livewire Fast-Trac Real-Time GPS Tracker". He generously instructed us on how to use and operate this unique device. The description of the Tracker read as follows:

This amazing gadget provides the ultimate in real-time GPS tracking with the best nationwide coverage in its class. Its web-based tracking system lets you access the device's GPS location from anywhere in the world and watch its movement in real-time. It's even capable of zooming in on the display screen's map for the exact street location and speed, accurate to within 8 inches and a quarter of a mile per hour.

It had a handheld readout that showed the speed and direction of the signal. The transmitter has a smart chip that turns the unit on when motion is detected and shuts off after five minutes of inactivity. The transmitter's small 2x4 inch size allows it to be easily concealed and has a 90 day minimum, 6 month maximum extended battery life based on 4 hours of operation per day. Once we get the transmitter planted on Duncan's car, Gordy and I would know the very next time he attempts to follow us. In fact, with this tool, we would have a record of everywhere he went over a three month period. The machine and the monthly service charge was a little costly so Gordy and I paid half between us and the other half came out of the club Treasury. With this handy piece of equipment, Gordy and I will have piece of mind knowing where his vehicle is at all times.

Today, Gordy and I are going to follow Duncan to find out where he lives. We are going to be extra careful not to be seen and find out where he parks his car. Then we'll return later to plant the device on his car, all stealth-like and under the cover of darkness. All this cloak and dagger stuff is new to us but we learned to embrace it as a necessity for our own physical safety and mental well being.

Tomorrow, I'll be calling Skeeter to make sure he prepares Desi to be blindfolded and abducted on Saturday Afternoon at 12:15 p.m. at the curb in front of his house. Chad Grayden, our club's designated driver and two randomly chosen club brothers will be taking charge of Desi. Gordy will be close behind Chad to give Skeeter his ride to Columbus Hall. Once Desi gets picked up, he must remain sequestered from Skeeter until the initiation commences. I'll need to remind him that he is to be ready to take responsibility for his charge by vouching for his friend in front of the entire club and the presiding President. Having such a young junior club brother induct a new member into the Crazy 8 was highly irregular. Usually, this honor is limited to a Club Officer or at the very least, an Elder. This was going to be Skeeter's turn to shine and I wanted it to go smoothly for him and his tender young initiate.

I was in charge of the GPS equipment until it could be deployed. It took overnight to charge the batteries for the transmitter and eight hours to charge the tracker. Once that was done and dusk had fallen, Gordy and I quietly slipped out of our houses and joined forces at the end of our block. We rode our bicycles to where we watched Duncan park his car. We figured that riding our bikes would give us an advantage over driving. If we were somehow discovered, we could separate and cut across places a car could not follow.

I brought the equipment and Gordy brought some supplies. He figured we needed a large plastic bag to put the transmitter in to keep it from getting wet. He also thought of bringing a small roll of duct tape to secure the unit inconspicuously to the undercarriage of Duncan's car. Gordy always carried his trusty Swiss Army Knife with him which has saved his life numerous times. Lastly, he brought along a miniature LED flashlight. When we reached our mark, we put our plan into action, carrying it out with deadly accuracy.

We parked our bikes a block away. We walked slowly to Duncan's car. The entire neighborhood was quiet and dark. The car was parked as far away from the streetlight as it could be. We quietly sat at the curb and prepared to begin.

I slipped the transmitter into Gordy's plastic bag, turned on the unit and sealed it in. With his pocket knife, I poked a few holes in the plastic bag so the unit would have some ventilation and not overheat. Gordy put his mini flashlight between his teeth. Then he got on his back and wiggled under the rear of the car to get a good look around while I kept a lookout. Once Gordy found the optimum location to tape the unit to, he relayed to me how many inches of tape he would need and I cut the tape into strips of the appropriate length with his knife and handed them to him. Once he felt the unit was secure and could withstand the rigors of city driving, he emerged filthy but satisfied. We walked slowly back to our bikes and rode a fair distance away.

"Why are we stopping here?" I asked.

"I want to make sure none of the neighbors saw us and called the cops," he explained. "We'll just stick around here for maybe a half an hour or so and see if anything happens. Then I'll be satisfied that we're clear."

Once Gordy's worries were averted, we pedaled back to our own neighborhood at the end of our block. I dusted off Gordy's dirty shirt and pants and then we sat at the curb and turned on our tracker to check on the status of the device. It worked perfectly. We both let out a sigh of relief as we felt the last several days of stress melt away.

"I think we can finally go back to living our lives again," Gordy said.

"Not a moment too soon," I agreed. "We've got a busy weekend coming up with Desi's initiation and our Presidential Inauguration and I don't want anything to get in our way."

"How do you think the vote is going to go?" Gordy asked.

"No surprises," I indicated. "Wade has always done a good job as Vice President. I think he's got it in the bag. You and I are just not ready to be President yet. Chad's a hard worker but he just doesn't seem like a leader to me and Trent isn't even a valid prospect. That's all the Elders we have."

"I agree with everything you said except one thing," Gordy said.

"And what would that be?" I cautiously asked.

"I think I Am ready to be President," he said with a straight face.

I looked him in the eye for a moment and thought about what he had just said. A couple of seconds later the corner of his mouth started to bend into a smile and then we both laughed out loud.

"You really had me there for a second," I giggled. "We better be getting home now, we both have a lot to do before Saturday."

We said our goodnights and went our separate ways, peddling our bikes back home. I knew I was going to sleep well tonight believing that Gordy and I now had a handle on protecting ourselves and our club brothers.

Chapter #51

Grasping At Straws

The weekend was upon us before we knew it and it was already Saturday morning. Nevertheless, we were ready for anything. All our club brothers were on their toes making sure that they were not being followed on their way to our weekend double ceremony at Columbus Hall. Gordy and I watched the GPS Tracker almost continuously starting at 11 o'clock this morning. So far, the Tracker showed Duncan's vehicle inactive.

In talking with some of our friends, we had heard that Duncan's superiors had gotten an anonymous tip that an illegal underage sex club was being run with members from our school. It's no wonder that we were being watched. We also heard that Duncan was not getting the results his department demanded. He had made a record number of arrests in the previous school where he worked undercover. Up to now, Duncan had no real leads and he was desperately grasping at straws. Our brief relationship with him made us his number one suspects. We were going to have to work harder to throw him off our trail by befriending him and misdirecting his suspicions.

It was 11:30 a.m. and we were ready to leave for our club activities. We checked the Tracker one more time before we left. Somehow Duncan's vehicle was now at the end of our block waiting for us to make our move. The son of a bitch seemed to be psychic and appeared, just as we were preparing to leave. I had an idea that Gordy thought was brilliant. I hopped on my bike and Gordy sat on the handlebars. I pedaled down the block and made sure Duncan saw us as we casually rode past. He started to follow us as planned and I made sure not to lose him for several blocks. Then I cut across Hillcrest Park and intentionally lost him. While he sped across the width of the park to pick up our trail on the other side of the park, I doubled back home without him seeing us. We jumped into Gordy's Mom's car and took off. According to the Tracker, it worked because it showed Duncan's car traveling slowly down Hillcrest Road, four blocks away, apparently trying to find us.

We managed to dodge that bullet but Gordy was going to have to be just as careful and cunning when he swings back to pick up Skeeter in front of Desi's house after he drops me off at Columbus Hall.

"When you go back to pick up Skeeter, You'll have to be extra careful," I warned Gordy. "After loosing Duncan twice now, he might suspect we're on to him and double his efforts. Next time it won't be so easy to shake him. After all, we're starting to make him look bad. I mean, how is it gonna look on his daily reports to his supervisor?"

"I couldn't care less how he looks to his supervisor," he sneered.

"You should care," I said.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he shot back.

"If we make him look too incompetent, his department will replace him," I explained. "Then we won't know who the bad guy is. Right now we know who to watch out for and where he is most of the time. We also have a vested interest in him. We spent all that money to keep track of him, so as long as we are able to manipulate him, we don't want anybody else involved."

"Oh course you're right," Gordy sighed as we turned into the parking lot of Columbus Hall. "Your mind is becoming more devious every day."

Thanks, I think," I pondered, not knowing if that was a complement or not.

"Hell yeah, that's one of the many things I love about you!" Gordy said as he parked and turned off the engine.

We gave each other a quick kiss and then I went in to let Chad know that it was time to go pick up Desi. He quickly selected two volunteers to accompany him and they got into Chad's car and left for Desi's house with Gordy tagging close behind. As I looked around, I noticed that the Hall had been perfectly prepared for Desi's initiation. The bed was meticulously positioned under the spotlight and the couches were arranged perfectly and outfitted with several digital cameras and everyone's personally labeled Fleshjack.

A few minutes later, the last remaining members of our club had arrived for the ceremony, less of course the four members who were off transporting Desi and Skeeter. Everything was in place and ready to go.

We all assembled in the holding room where we prepared to begin. Our blindfolded guest should be arriving in the next ten minutes. While we waited, we discussed what scenario we were going to use for Desi. We riffled through the prop chest to help us get some ideas. After some discussion and a little debate, we made our decision.

"I've got the perfect choice," Robert said. "Let's do Babyface!"

"How does that one go again?" Wade asked.

"Our Babyface scenario is based on the Adult film classic from 1977, directed by Alex de Renzy and starring the porn sensation Linda Wong," Robert recited. "It's about this construction worker who screws an underage girl, then after a near fatal accident fleeing from the law, he is befriended by two hot chicks who hide him in a Whorehouse. Most of the movie takes place in an ultra high society Brothel. Because this guy looks so young and innocent, he becomes very popular there."

"That seems appropriate for our young little guest," I said. "What props are we going to need?"

"That's the beauty of it," Robert answered. "This scenario doesn't require anything, just our naked bodies, sweet and simple!"

A few minutes later, Gordy came in with Skeeter.

"How did it go?" I asked.

"Well, just after I picked up Skeeter, that cocksucker found me," he said. "My little genius here taught himself how to operate the Tracking System and in two minutes he was relaying to me every move that bastard was making."

"What did you guys do?" I asked concerned and worried for our safety.

"I took him on a field trip in the opposite direction of us and lost him at the Mall," he laughed. "I didn't even have to try to shake him. The Mall traffic did it for me. The last reading on the Tracker showed him stuck on the other side of town."

"What if he's got a Tracking System like this one?" Skeeter interrupted.

"Don't worry Skeet," I offered. "If he had a Tracking Device on us, he wouldn't need to follow us like he's been doing."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," he said looking relieved. I put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye to deliver a warning.

"That doesn't mean we could let down our guard though," I lectured. "The fact that this guy could find you guys on the road so easily means he's getting closer. We must not underestimate him."

Just then, the door to the staging room opened and our chauffeur entered with his two assistants. Chad handed Desi's folded clothes to Skeeter and tossed the blindfold into the prop chest.

Chapter #52

Desi's Arrival

"Our guest has arrived and has been placed `Center Stage'," Chad announced. "We took Desi down a few extra streets to make sure he couldn't figure out where we were going. I think it added a little extra suspense to the ride."

"I'm glad you did," I said. "Gordy and Skeeter just got here. They kind of got slightly delayed. They had to shake off Duncan's shadow on their way here so everything worked out okay."

Everybody was now present and our guest had been stripped and prepared. After I informed the driving team which scenario we had chosen, Robert got the ceremony started.

"Okay everybody, listen up," Robert instructed. "Our initiate is in the house. Please remember Skeeter's friend Desi is a pretty young guy, so go easy on him. Today's scenario is `Babyface'. We don't need any props for this one. Just go out there and have fun, anything goes. Remember, this is supposed to be a Whorehouse so just do what comes naturally and encourage Desi to participate. We're ready to begin so everybody, get out of your clothes and get on out there. Elders first, junior members second and Skeeter plays our Butler, very possibly for the last time."

Skeeter smiled as he understood Robert to mean that Desi had a good chance of being accepted and would become the club's new Butler Boy.

Once everyone had stripped, the Elders entered first. Robert led our group into the room and walked us single file over to the bed where Desi had been placed. As I looked into Desi's face, I could see the worry and concern this small young boy was experiencing. A look of relief replaced the fear that had dominated his demeanor once he saw Gordy and me. Our familiar faces put Desi at ease for the first time since he got whisked away in secrecy. The six of us got comfortable on the giant bed along with Desi and surrounded him with our naked bodies. A moment later the junior members entered and populated the couches. Skeeter was the last one to enter the room, adorably dressed in his trademark white gloves and bow tie. He was carrying his familiar silver platter donning the standard accouterments. Once Skeeter came into view, Desi's concerned look was replaced with a smile stretching from ear to ear.

Skeeter took his position at the crux of the stage and regally knelt in place. It got extremely quiet for a minute while Desi contemplated what to do. As usual, nobody offered any suggestions or made any comments. It was all up to the initiate to play along and demonstrate to the collective, his willingness and desire to be inducted into the club. Desi eventually came to the realization that it was up to him to make the first move and get the party started.

Chapter #53

Eighteen Cocks & Thirty-Six Eyes

While Desi was checking out the room, he started to feel that he had died and gone to heaven. He was completely surrounded by boys. There were hot boys and horny boys. There were pretty boys and beefy boys. There were dark ones and light ones, some tanned and some pale. There were tall ones and short ones ranging from the weak and wimpy all the way to the buff and cut. But most importantly, every one of them had a cock worthy of praise. A total of eighteen beautifully sexy and utterly naked boys, each one of them a bombshell.

With all this skin within his reach, he quickly abandoned his inhibitions and started to enjoy being one naked boy amongst many. Even though all thirty-six eyes were on him, he in turn enjoyed the same privilege by soaking up as much of the glorious eye candy surrounding him as possible. In this setting, no one could complain about one dude checking out another. As he carefully looked over each club member, he made note of the wide range of attributes that each boy possessed and then burned those images into his memory. Desi thought he couldn't possibly have assembled a hotter bunch of guys if he had hand picked them personally.

As hard as it was to believe, they were all his, every last one of them. Even if he got accepted into this amazing club, he figured he would probably never have this same opportunity again. This was his chance to indulge his wildest fantasies and milk it for all it was worth.

Right now, Desi's biggest problem was deciding where to begin. Naturally, his first impulse was to start with Skeeter. Skeeter was his very best friend and they have been sex buddies for a long time. That would be a safe and familiar place to start but this was not the time or place to be playing it safe. Then he thought about starting with Gordy and me since he knew and trusted us. That would still be playing it safe. Then he had an idea, he would start with the most mature looking guy. There was a good chance that he might be the leader and the most important person to have to impress if he was going to get his foot in the door.

He scanned the room one more time to determine who the likeliest candidate was. It was a tough choice but he quickly narrowed it down to two possibilities, Trent and Robert. He studied the two, trying to make an educated guess. They both looked the same age. Both of them were equally hot and sexy, muscular and well hung. At first he was leaning towards Trent, who was devastatingly handsome and charismatic. Then he remembered that Robert was the first one to come into the room. He gambled that it was probably more than just a random coincidence, so he made his decision based on that. He went over to Robert and proceeded to win him over. As his small hands touched Robert's masculine chest, his young little heart started pumping overtime from an unexpected shot of adrenaline. Robert's body was so much bigger and stronger than his own that he felt momentarily weak. Shivers ran down his spine as he imagined taking Robert into his own hands and making the club's ultimate sex symbol his own plaything. As he moved his hands sensuously across Robert's chest, Desi's cock stiffened and enlarged well beyond its normal state.

Chapter #54

Desi's Turn to Shine

As I watched Desi, I myself became deeply aroused. He touched and caressed Robert in a remarkably tender and loving way. I was beginning to see how our beloved club has been regressing, forgetting how to be tender and loving with each other. Lately, the club has been all about the sex. This little dynamo was reminding me exactly what we were supposed to be doing here. I started watching him even closer now. His eyes were only partially open and he had this glazed look like on his face like he was in a trance or under a spell. Robert was loosing himself in Desi's magnetism and got boned up immediately. He gave himself to Desi unconditionally and became his love slave. Desi climbed up on top of Robert and sensuously kissed him while he gently rubbed his five inch cock over the top of Robert's eight inch monster, stimulating each other in a hands free penis tango.

A series of moans broke my reverie and I discovered that everyone in the room was getting turned on watching Desi and Robert. They were all stroking themselves and each other. Some of them were even sharing intimate moments, petting each other sweetly. I was overwhelmed to see that there were others who were moved my Desi's example and engaged in some true intimacy.

Skeeter started passing around his silver platter of goodies and soon, everyone picked up their personal Fleshjack's lying beside them on the couches and went to town. No one had thought to take any pictures yet so I picked up one of the cameras and started documenting the action. I was now being equally turned on by my club brothers. I had never seen so many Fleshjacks being used at the same time. At least a dozen of my brethren were hard at work manipulating their cocks with their Fleshjacks. There were at least twelve hands stroking twelve cocks in a plethora of different speeds, styles and methods. This was no doubt one of the hottest and sexiest club events we've held in recent memory.

By now, everyone was using their Fleshjacks except Robert and Desi. Desi hadn't been issued one yet and there was only one unit not being used. There was no doubt that it belonged to Robert. Desi picked it up and read the name on it. He began slowly working Robert's cock into it and with a single-handed gesture he bonded himself to his new partner. After giving himself to Robert, heart and soul, he found himself falling head over heals in love.

Now that he had fallen in love, a horrifying thought occurred to him. What, after all that's happened so far, he doesn't get into the club. He had to get in so he could be close to Robert and be with him as much as possible. He relinquished the Fleshjack that he had been stroking Robert with and handed it to him. He then got up and went over to the couches and started at one end to begin his rounds.

He started with the first boy on the end. He read the name off his Fleshjack and then took control of it, stroking his new acquaintance and kissing him sweetly, all while burning the boy's name and the taste of his lips into his memory. He continued to do this with each member, committing his name and essence into his psyche. Once he managed to work his way around to the other end of the couches, servicing all twelve junior members, he made his way down to the bed where he continued with the senior members, taking a little extra time with Gordy and me before returning back to Robert.

Making sure he didn't leave out the most important person here, he went over to Skeeter, took his Fleshjack into his hands, stroked him with it and kissed him passionately. This was a huge step for both of them. Even though Desi and Skeeter have known each other for nearly seven years now and have been sex partners for a good number of those years, they had never kissed each other before today. As they did, a roar of `oohs' and `aahs' and a spattering of wolf whistles filled the hall. Then a barrage of camera flashes flickered like an unwelcome paparazzi covering a hot celebrity scandal.

Skeeter knew what was about to happen next. He pulled Desi back over to the bed and had him lay down.

Chapter #55

Loads of Plenty

"Here comes the best part!" Skeeter said. "Just stay right there."

Skeeter knelt down between his best friends legs and began stroking Desi with a small amount of lube. Desi was so busy seeing to everybody else's needs that his own cock had gone largely untouched.

"Hear that?" Skeeter asked Desi, referring to the escalating moans of ecstasy. "It's going to start getting louder and when it does, its show time!"

Robert was the first to get up. He walked on his knees over to Desi's side and stroked his engorged cock with his Fleshjack until he was ready to explode.

"This one's for you little buddy," Robert exclaimed as he blasted his incredible load across Desi's chest.

"Holy Shit!" Desi blurted out, breaking the silence he had held since he arrived. "That was the most incredible thing I've ever seen! Robert, you are my hero! You're like a Greek God here in the flesh!"

Now that Desi had spoken, the buildup of emotions he had kept bottled up inside him burst fourth and Desi lost the last remnants of his inhibitions.

Robert continued to pump nine more thick and heavy ropes of creamy white super sperms across Desi's chest that lay witness to his alpha male virility and fertility. Watching his new found hero demonstrate his powerful sexual prowess by spreading his manly seeds across his torso sent shockwaves through every nerve in Desi's body that further endeared Robert to his very core. Then Skeeter gathered a generous amount of Robert's male milk and used the Godly essence as a lubricant to stroke Desi's cock with. Desi thought he was going to shoot his load right then and there.

Now that Robert had blown Desi's mind with his intoxicating elixir, it set into motion a firestorm of adolescent crotch rockets. One by one, the proud members of Pythagoras started coming up off the couches and began to shower Desi with their liquid approval. Each member would come up to him and offer their acceptance by delivering their most prized assets, willingly surrendering them to the growing consommé that Robert had started. As each guy came up to shoot there load on Desi, the camera flashes would strobe across their bodies making their sperm appear to fly in slow motion. As Desi watched each boy bathe him with their unique gifts, he would honor them by thanking them personally by name and complementing them on their supreme sexual proclivity. Each time someone added their contribution to Desi's cum soaked trunk, Skeeter would scoop up some of that person's newly deposited jizz and added it to Desi's semen soaked cock.

As member after member would add his treasure to the growing collection, Desi would feel his own cherished resources begin to swell and boil to the surface. Desi fought back the impulse to let his sperms fly. He desperately wanted to let his sperms fly but it was more important to him to make sure that everyone present had their chance to cum before he would allow himself the privilege. That was proving difficult due to Skeeter's exuberant stroking. Not only that, but because he and Skeeter knew each other's bodies so well sexually, Skeeter was performing all the little tricks he knew that never failed to send Desi on a journey to the ends of the universe. Added to that, the sensuous new feeling of using other guy's hot boy cream as lube to stroke his cock with was causing Desi to loose the battle. Even so, he persisted in staving off the inevitable.

Once all the junior members spent their holdings, the senior members took their turns. Trent came up next and kneeled beside Desi.

"You are one hot little dude," Trent said admiring Desi's maturing cock and strapping young body. "You're gonna grow up to be big and strong just like me!"

"Oh God I hope so," Desi responded. "You are one sweet hunk of a man Trent. Now show me what you've got baby, shoot it all over me!"

Desi's dirty talk did the trick and Trent blew his thick wad just under Desi's chin, close enough for him to be able to inhale it's fragrance. Something in the aroma of Trent's semen triggered a reaction in Desi that made his oncoming orgasm unwillingly lurch forward a notch.

Wade and Chad took their turns next. They were ready to share their juicy offerings at virtually the same time. The two of them got on each side of Desi and frantically pumped their Fleshjacks to conclusion. Their surmounting moans of ecstasy betrayed their attempts to hide their swelling orgasms. By the time they pulled their units off, they had already begun to shoot it and more camera flashes illuminated the room.

"Wow," Desi exclaimed. "A Wade and Chad double feature. You two guys are so hot. Thanks for doing a double, it was truly amazing!"

This time, as Skeeter collected more lube for Desi, he collected some for himself. He set down his Fleshjack and started jacking both Desi and himself with Wade and Chad's fresh deposits.

The silent communication between Gordy and me once again proved how much in tune we are to one another. Except for Desi and Skeeter, Gordy and I were the last ones to cum and it was now our turn to soak Desi with our compliments. Like Wade and Chad had done, we got on either side of Desi and began our assault. I reached across Desi's body to grab Gordy's Fleshjack and he stretched across to get a hold of mine and we pumped, slammed, twisted and turned each other into submission. We gauged each other's breathing to determine how close we each were to one another and timed our arrival for a simultaneous send off. Camera flashes started going off again, pushing us deep into climactic territory.

"Nico, Gordy," Desi whispered. "I've been waiting for you two. Skeeter has been trying to make me cum. He's been stroking me pretty hard, but I want you two guys to cum first. Super shooters turn me on and I know you two are the greatest super shooters I know, better than anybody else here so far, except maybe for Robert. Once you shoot, I know I won't be able to hold mine back any longer!"

With those encouraging words from Desi, Gordy and I looked into each other's eyes and knew this was it. We pulled each other's Fleshjacks off and proceeded to finish each other off by hand.

"Are you ready Gordy?" I asked.

"I'm ready," he answered. "Let's give our little friend something to remember us by."

"Okay!" I exclaimed. "Oh My God, it feels so good, don't stop... don't stop!"

"Squeeze it harder," Gordy pleaded. "Here it comes!"

We jacked each other from across Desi's body and proceeded to defile Desi and ourselves with our two super endowed fire hoses. We discharged our loads and drenched each other like firemen dousing a blazing inferno. Scores of flashes went off documenting the resulting devastation. Gordy and I collapsed onto the bed drained of every ounce of fluid and strength we had in our bodies.

Chapter #56

The Competition Kid

The grand finale was up to Desi and Skeeter now. They were both more than ready and up to the task. Desi had been intentionally holding back until everyone had their turn. Gordy and I had finished just in time because Desi wasn't going to be able to hold out another minute. Desi propped himself up on his elbows and Skeeter moved off his knees and sat on the bed as close to Desi as he could get. Skeeter put both their cocks together and stroked them as one. A dozen cameras were poised and positioned on the two boys, ready to capture the moment of truth for posterity.

"GO... GO...GO...GO..." the crowd cheered.

We watched the two of them with great interest. Desi's chest was heaving up and down but we couldn't hear him over the chanting. I held my breath knowing they were a mere seconds away.

"Oh Shit," Skeeter hollered out.

"Oh Skeeter, you're gonna make me cum," Desi announced. "Oh, here it comes now!"

Skeeter was holding their two cocks together so closely that we were barely able to discern who was shooting it where once they began cuming. Desi came first and shot one massive blast over his head. Several cameras caught the action. Every brother holding a camera was out to get the trick shot, to freeze time and obtain the perfect cum trail suspended in mid air.

The spectators cheered and whistled their approval as Desi and Skeeter began their cream flinging exhibition. It was extremely erotic to watch two boys who should be heaving dry orgasms be able to shoot their wads like fully grown men.

"Did you see that Nico?" Robert shouted out.

"The new kids' gonna give our resident super shooters here some competition," Wade taunted as he gave me a slap on the ass.

Wade was right, in a few years from now, I'll be the one ageing out and Desi will be taking my place as the club's cum stud. But this is exactly what inducting Desi into the club was supposed to be all about.

Once Skeeter and Desi drained their balls of all the boy cream they had both saved up a week to shoot, they collapsed on the bed having had the greatest orgasms two young boys can have. The crowd gave their two stars a rousing cheer and finished off the event by documenting Desi's cum soaked body and heavenly blissful facial expression.

Today's initiation had come to an end. Skeeter was instructed to take Desi into the waiting room where he would be sequestered while the club voted and made their decision. Skeeter tossed Desi a towel while he walked him over to that small intimidating room dripping cum onto the floor as they went. We always seem to forget the part about giving our initiate some time to clean up before we whisk them into seclusion. It's okay though, it gives them something to do while they await their fate.

Chapter #57

The Club Rules

All the club brothers made their way back to the staging room, cast their votes and made their assessments.

"We will now hear arguments for and against the induction of Desmond Curcher into the Pythagoras chapter of the Crazy 8 Club," Robert announced. At this time, all the motions are reserved to officers and Elders only.

"Did you notice that he memorized everybody's name?" Chad Asked. "We didn't even tell him our names. How did he know?"

"He read our names off our personalized Fleshjacks," I divulged.

"Well, I think the kid is a genius anyway," Chad said. "When I was inducted, it took me months to remember everybody's name."

"Did you also notice that he spent some personal time with each and every one of us?" Gordy pointed out.

"Yeah, and when we marked him, he complemented us and thanked us each personally!" Trent added. "I think he's a cool little dude!"

"He has a lot of enthusiasm and energy," I said. "He's smart and resourceful and it's hard not to like him. And there's one other thing, he's shown us the sweet and tender side of lovemaking that I think a lot of us here have forgotten lately.

After I said that, there was a moment of silence.

"Alright then," Robert said. "Does anyone have anything else to add?"

"We might have a new super shooter amongst us," Wade smirked. The little shit is going to give you a run for your money there Nico!"

"Are you gonna let him talk to you that way Nico?" Gordy asked.

"It's okay," I said calmly, "I'll just double up on my zinc supplements." Everyone got a good chuckle out of that one.

"So far I've heard from all the yays. Are there any nays?" Robert queried.

Skeeter had been worried about this part of the voting process and a look of panic flashed across his face as the question was asked. An appropriate amount of time passed without a response and Skeeter's demeanor instantly brightened as the petition for membership was approved.

Robert sent Chad out into the arena to remove the soiled bed sheet and replaced it with a clean fancy comforter. Once Chad completed this task, he brought the soiled sheet back into the Staging room and Robert sent Skeeter out to retrieve Desi. Skeeter ran across the arena to the opposite end of the building and pulled Desi out of the waiting room. Skeeter led Desi hand in hand back to the center of the bed and prepared him to accept the ruling. Skeeter stood tall and proud and Desi tried to follow his best friend's lead although he couldn't stop himself from shaking. A few moments later, Robert led the boys of Pythagoras into the room again in the same way they had entered earlier. Once everyone was assembled, Robert signaled Skeeter to begin.

Chapter #58

A New Initiate Is Inducted

Skeeter turned to Desi and began his recitation.

"Desi, as you know, this is Elder Robert. What you didn't know is that he is the President of our chapter. We are called Pythagoras, that's the code name for our chapter of the International Crazy 8 Clubs of America."

Skeeter then turned to Robert and continued.

"Elder Robert, this is my best friend Desmond Curcher, Desi to his friends. I hereby request membership on his behalf."

"Do you vouch for him?" Robert questioned.

"I Do!" Skeeter answered with a huge smile and great pride in his voice.

Robert turned to address Desi who was now quivering as if he were standing in three feet of snow.

"Desi," Robert began. "Today, you have demonstrated to us your worthiness to be a member of the Crazy 8 Club. You've shown us that, despite your young age, you're willing and able to do what you've been asked to do without exception. We usually don't accept members as young as you but we have been known to make exceptions as your buddy Skeeter here can attest. Skeeter is an extraordinary young man and what I've seen here today, you and he are definitely two of a kind. You have successfully fulfilled your requirement to perform a club fund-raiser by staging a profitable car wash last week. You have successfully fulfilled your requirement to perform a club initiation here today. Once again, you've shown yourself worthy of a person twice your age. Today you demonstrated some remarkable attributes. You are thoughtful and caring. You made sure you gave each and every club member here today, some individual attention. You found a way to learn and memorize everyone's name and made sure you complemented each person as well. I've found this kind of thoughtfulness and consideration to be unmatched in my years as President. I personally felt your charm as you demonstrated your genuine heart felt ability to spread real love and tenderness, something that's been lacking in our day to day club activities. Your thoughtfulness continued as you deprived yourself of your final reward until you were sure that everyone else had been satisfied first, despite how hard Skeeter attempted to make you loose the battle. I want you to know, your selfless gesture did not go unnoticed. Everyone here seems to like you, including myself. Your sweet, your smart, you've got the cutest little bubble butt I've ever seen on a boy and as some people here have pointed out earlier, you're on the road to becoming a super shooter just like our club champions, Nico and Gordy. Now, you've been remarkably quiet so far. Do you have anything to say before I issue my ruling?"

"Yes," Desi responded. "I just wanted to say that I've just had the coolest day of my entire life. It started off really scary. Then, when I saw all of these naked boys, I felt like I was in an ice cream parlor and I wanted to try a little taste of every flavor. If I don't get into this club, I want to thank you for allowing me the opportunity to try. I'll never forget this day as long as I live."

"You're still kind of shaking there tiger," Robert stated. "Is there anything else you want to add?"

"Well, you said a lot of really nice things about me," Desi answered. "I'm just waiting to hear the bad part now."

"There's no bad part," Robert whispered and gave him a wink.

Then he turned to address the entire club. "By the power vested in me by the International Crazy 8 Clubs of America, I now pronounce Desmond Curcher to be our newest junior grade member in good standing, effective immediately."

The club cheered and applauded for Desi and his new appointment. In the past, the decision wasn't made on the same day and the initiate sometimes waited up to three days to learn their fate. The worry and concern about not making the grade had given way to joy and a profound sense of relief as Desi collapsed onto his knees into the soft comforter lined bed and tears began to form at the sides of his remarkably appreciative eyes.

"Are you okay?" Robert queried.

"I'm just so happy!" Desi said.

"Good," Robert replied as he assisted Desi back to his feet. "There's just one more ritual left to perform to make it official."

A puzzled look came across Desi's face. Skeeter felt the need to whisper to Desi what ritual Robert was referring to. Then Desi's expression changed to one of anxiety and dread. Skeeter had warned Desi in advance that this next part of the initiation was required if he was going to be a member. Desi had confidently told Skeeter that this would be no problem for him when the time came. Well, the moment of truth had finally arrived and Desi began to feel a bit apprehensive.

"Okay my Crazy 8'ers," Robert announced. "Assume your positions!"

All the boys knew what Robert was talking about. They all kneeled on the couches and raised their butts in the air. With both hands, they spread their ass cheeks in preparation. Wade got into his position and prepared to photograph Desi thanking and licking each club brother's ass for the privilege of being their new club brother. Desi started at one end of the couch and with unwavering fortitude, fulfilled his obligation clear to the other side of the couch, performing his duty with dignity and passion. Once that was completed, Desi proudly joined his new club brothers on the couches, now being officially one of the boys.

"If I could have everyone's attention for one more moment," Robert announced. "I have two more duties to perform before I step down from office."

Again, Desi had a puzzled look on his face. He didn't have a clue what was going on past his own initiation and it sounded pretty ominous.

Chapter #59

Robert's Last Acts as President

"As one of my last duties as your President, I am going to use my power today to abolish an old and tired tradition once and for all. The ass licking ritual that we just witnessed has been routinely performed at the inception of all new members. For years I've felt that this practice borders on hazing. The original reason for this ritual has been, to intimidate the new member into keeping the club's many secrets. Any member that attempts to expose us takes the risk exposing themselves with the ass licking photographs that we hold on file. These photos were designed to be both embarrassing and incriminating. They were to serve as evidence that they too were willing participants in what transpires here. With the inclusion of our new digital cameras and the greatly reduced cost of developing and storing these photos, a lot more pictures are now being taken routinely at all our club activities. More than enough photographic evidence is presently being obtained that it can now replace the need for that outdated and obsolete practice."

Everyone cheered as this bizarre ritual has always cast a dark shadow over our otherwise fair and reasonable club traditions. Unfortunately, it came too late for Desi to benefit but at least our future initiates will profit from Robert's revolutionary decree.

"And now for my last duty," Robert continued. "Trent, would you please rise." Trent, who was sitting next to Desi on the couch, stood up and faced Robert. "Trent, it has come to my attention that you volunteered your knowledge and disclosed the true identity of our new archenemy Duncan a.k.a. Nathan Crest. Thanks to your inside information, the security and anonymity of our club was preserved. Several attempts to infiltrate and disband our club have been averted. You have now proven your worthiness to the club and you have our gratitude. At this time, I am releasing you from your probationary status and granting you full membership in good standing. I am also going to promote you to full Elder with all the privileges that come with that rank."

Then Robert turned to me next. "Nico, would you please rise." I was sitting next to Gordy on the bed. I stood up and faced Robert. "Nico, I am also promoting you from honorary Elder to full Elder with all the privileges that come with that rank. The way you planned and executed my party last week showed me that you posses many remarkable talents and abilities. Plus, the way you handled the Duncan situation was nothing short of brilliant. It was a little costly but well worth the expense it took to keep us all safe. I apologize for not having done this a long time ago, you are an extremely valued and cherished member of our club and I know you're going to achieve great things in your future."

Lastly, Robert turned to Skeeter who was sitting directly in front of him.

"Skeeter, would you please rise." Robert requested. He quickly stood up and faced his mentor and hero.

"Oh my sweet little Skeeter," Robert sighed, "how you've grown. When you first came to us, you were the youngest candidate to ever be considered for induction into any Crazy 8 club and it was a huge gamble to grant you membership. I personally risked my neck to give you that chance. I saw something in you that no one else could see at the time. Since that day, you've proven to be a remarkable young man. You've never given me any cause to regret my decision. You are loyal, dependable, honest and trustworthy. Everything you do, you give one hundred percent of yourself. You've come a long way from the days of being our resident `Squeaky' and now you're maturing into the perfect example of a `Pythagorist', a term that my predecessor coined to mean a person who possesses the quintessential ingredients of what it is to be a Crazy 8 Club member. I hereby relieve you of your obligation of being our token butler boy. I now pass that duty on to our newest and most recent member, Desi. Although you are still years away from being old enough to serve as an official club Elder, I hereby grant you Honorary Elder status with all the privileges that comes with that rank."

Skeeter started crying, first from the complements and honors Robert had just bestowed upon him and then second from the fact that he was about to loose his hero, mentor, best friend and part time lover.

Desi, who had been trying to put two and two together for the last fifteen minutes or so was finally beginning to understand just what was going on here. He had just fallen head over heels in love with Robert and had successfully gained entrance to the Crazy 8 Club. What he hoped would be a long and beautiful relationship was turning out to be over before it began. Desi was now adding his own tears to the ones that Skeeter had started shedding.

"Oh, now don't start crying," Robert sniffled. "I'm barely holding it together right now as it is!"

"I love you and I'll never forget you," Skeeter managed to convey between his laboring breathes. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Robert's waist, squeezing him like he was never going to let go. Skeeter was unaware that his hands were caressing and fondling Robert's ass as he held his idol captive.

"I love you too my dear, sweet friend," Robert softly said and hugged Skeeter back. "You will always have a special place in my heart Skeeter and I'll never forget you ether!"

Robert knew this was going to happen, but knowing this fact didn't make it any easier. He felt the closeness, fondness and warmth of Skeeter's body start to turn him on and his cock started to react to Skeeter's wondering hands. To keep from exploding into a full erection in front of the entire assembly, Robert peeled Skeeter off him and looked him square in the eyes.

"We have a lot more things to do still so go sit down and we'll talk some more about this later," Robert promised and then smiled. He had pulled Skeeter off just in time and managed to control the desires stirring within him.

"Okay everyone, listen up," Robert said addressing the whole room. "We're about to conclude our initiation ritual for today. I'm going to excuse everyone in just a minute and give you a ten minute break so you can all get yourselves dressed and ready. Then we will commence with our next order of business, our Inauguration Ceremony. Let's try to keep our break as close to ten minutes as we can, we have a little less than an hour left to execute this ceremony and be out of here in time, so lets hustle, dismissed!"

Everyone got up and made their way to the staging room and started getting dressed. Once everyone finished dressing, the club went into action putting things away and prepared what was needed for the ceremony. Desi went over to Skeeter to try to find out what was going on.

"Hey Skeeter," Desi said. "What's happening with Robert?"

"He's stepping down from the Presidency," Skeeter replied.

"Why?" Desi asked.

"Because he's aging out," Skeeter stated.

"What does that mean?" Desi asked.

"It means he's turning eighteen soon and can't be in the club anymore," Skeeter explained. "So, today he's stepping down and we have to elect a new President to take his place.

"You mean this is Robert's last day?" Desi asked.

"That's right, he's not allowed to have sex with any of us anymore until we turn eighteen ourselves," Skeeter explained.

"That's not fair!" Desi protested.

"I know, we'll all miss him a lot," Skeeter sniffled.

Desi didn't say anything more. He didn't want Skeeter to know he had just fallen in love with his first crush. He also didn't want to damage his relationship with Skeeter by divulging this fact because he didn't know how Skeeter would react to that information. It was clear that Skeeter also had a crush on Robert and that made everything even more complicated. Desi's young heart was in serious turmoil and he had no idea what to do next.

End of Part Seven

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