The Exam

Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional occurrences. It contains sexual acts between males in high school as well as with males beyond high school age. There are scenes of definite humiliation, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.

Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm. Finally, thanks to all you loyal readers who have stuck with this story through thick and thin.

Chapter One Hundred and One

Tuesday August 13

"I took the shuttle on the shockwave ride

Where people on the pen

Pulled a trigger for accolades...

Have you ever seen the lights?"

The Killers "Sam's Town"

"I got a bad feeling about this" Grunt Jackson was walking beside his best bud Craig "Crusher" Knullson as they left the mess hall and were cutting across the cool damp grass towards that other building, which neither had bothered with before.

"C'mon" Crusher pounded that huge shoulder hard "all this fresh air makin yer head spin? Need some city air t'start seeing straight again?"

"I didn't make it up okay?" Grunt kept one eye on the blue sky over their heads, the sun already behind the pines "I know what I saw!"

"Y'ever hear of northern lights?"

"North what?" Grunt stopped and turned "didn't we play them right after - "

"Not the Northern Knights" Crusher laughed and gave him a hard push "northern lights! It ain't a football team, it's lights you see in the sky at night okay? You can seen them back home all the time. This far north y'can't help but see them" he knew they were far far north of Minneapolis, but where? If his nerdy brother were here he could figure out by looking at the sun or some shit. But Crusher could tell they were somewhere near the border, just by looking at the wilderness around them. He loved it but imaged a ghetto boy like Grunt must think they were on the moon or something.

"What they look like?"

"Different colors, soft and moving and like curtains, but like in slow motion."

"They make any fuckin noise?"

"Hell no, they're like way WAY up in the air!"

"Ain't what I saw then" Grunt wished he never said anything about it. All the weirdness in his room last night, the strip poker, the dares, all that shit, really made it hard to sleep. He swore he even heard two dudes like "doing it"! when he slipped out of the room to get some air. He was outside and breathing hard before he realized where he was. Just his luck he'd get his sorry ass locked out of the building, the air cool and crisp enough to make him shiver. He tried the door but it was unlocked so he decided to take a little stroll to clear his head, get the images of naked guys out of his mind. He wanted to feel the cool air on his dick when he pissed and when he felt how good his warm hand was on his cool cock he was hard and jacking before he knew it. All that bullshit back in the room, c'mon strip poker? As much as Grunt hated to admit it, the idea of him and the dudes sitting around playin strip poker was not as totally fucked up as in the past. Hell, he had seen most of these guys, at least the ones on his team, naked more often than he cared to. But sitting there and even seeing Driscoe with his shirt off, just imagining how many of those big-titted cheerleaders had rubbed their hands over the dude's blond chest while he was banging the shit out of them! So he sat there expecting Driscoe to bust it up once they got down to their tighty whities. When that didn't happen Grunt claimed one of the beds and sprawled out, whining the food was making him sleepy. He lay there pretending to sleep, but one eye cracked and watching the last hour of the game. At one point he swore he saw big Bill Driscoe's naked backside but before anybody caught him his eyes were closed tight and he did fall asleep or something. He must have because he woke later, his dick hard and his bladder full. That is what brought him out to the edge of the woods, pissing and jacking and shivering. That's when he saw it, when he saw those lights.

The first thing he thought the woods were on fire! It looked like all the treetops were glowing, but brighter than glowing, they were lit up as bright as floodlights! And not just the treetops but everywhere he looked, the buildings off to his left, even the surface of the lake was rippling with that greenish-purplish fire! He did not even stuff his dick back in his pants but ran back to his building, tripping once but barely slowing, almost going through the rough wooden door before he could get it open in time. He thought he looked over his shoulder once when he stumbled and the trees were still on fire, except it looked like the lights were starting to concentrate in first one then several spots. And that sound! He will never forget that sound! He could hear that warbling screeching whistling still.

"Nah... I mean... that's what it was" Grunt saw Crusher's expression, ready to repeat his few comments to a roomful of laughing teammates "yeah, north lights."

"Northern lights" Crusher saw Grunt looking real nervous "spooked me too big time first time I saw'm" seeing his front better as they approached the light of the other building "but I don't remember them giving me a hardon" nodding down at Grunt's crotch.

"I ain't hard!" half the guys heard him yell. Seeing several faces turn he chuckled a fast recovery "just big, white boy" hearing the laughter as they started into the building. Crusher just shook his head and held the door for him. They were both too wide to go in at the same time. Shit, it even looked like Grunt had to turn sideways to get through, his big gut almost scraping the varnish off the doorjam.

They entered the large room, almost big enough for a basketball court. Crusher heard a few guys laugh "hey Grunt see any more UFO's?" the rumor already spreading beyond the immediate group, but Crusher's eyes were on the cameras, several cameras! and knew what that meant. All the sexual tension, the nakedness, the hardons, the rest! in his room last night was for real, all the veiled comments about having to do it "full out with everyone" were coming true. He sat down next to Grunt hoping something similar had happened in his room as well, hoping he was "broken in" as well. Crusher's butt was still sore from what happened in the bathroom last night. There was no way he would let Levon fuck him with the other guys watching. The only way he could recover his losses was agree to do the nasty behind the closed door, hoping the sound of the shower running would drown out his grunts and screams as Levon's big cut dick entered his hole. He never felt pain like that before. And he never felt an orgasm like the one he had when that nasty uncut monster slammed into something inside him and his cock just exploded! Total surprise! He didn't even know he was hard, both his hands on the tile shower wall trying to keep his balance. Not that Levon was heavy. Crusher had a good eighty pounds on him easily. But man was he throwing a mean fuck into his ass! So Crusher sat next to Grunt, and was not going to mention the cameras if he didn't see them either.

Grunt looked around the room seeing a whole lot of guys pour in. He nodded as his teammates, and some of the other Minnesota teams as well. He even nodded and knocked fists with some of the Iowa boys his teams practiced against today. As for the cheeseheads? Hey, he had to have some standards right? But shit were there a lot of guys here. Easily a hundred or maybe it just felt that way. He counted eighteen or nineteen in the first row, extrapolating to all four rows. Yeah, close to a hundred. Not counting the coaches over there.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen" that one coach from Iowa, Kramer? started "did I say gentlemen?" hearing a few laugh "what I mean to say is Meatheads" and that got more laughs and even a few cheers "now set yer asses down, Bill Driscoe who you met has a few words to say. Bill?"

"Thanks Augie" watching him take his seat then turned to the guys "first let me thank all you guys who are being forced to put up with the likes of us due to our housing shortage. We expected most of you lunkheads but even the sponsors were a bit surprised how popular this camp has become this year. So thanks guys!" hearing some claps and some grumbles "Now also I want to say that was one mean work-out you guys had today" raising his hands to quiet their cheers "some of those scrimmages towards the end were rough enough we may have to bring out full gear tomorrow" hearing someone yell bring-it-on! he continued "but tonight we have different types of 'scrimmages' planned for you... gentlemen" almost winking at Kramer. At that the room grew quiet, but the mutterings continued "some of you may have an idea of what tonight's activities will include, others might not. So let me say we hope to provide some welcome surprises" watching two other coaches, Joe Bernan and a big balding blond guy some of the football teams recognized wheel several large crates over towards the stage.

"That our gear?" somebody yelled out. The guys turned and Crusher recognized his roommate, Mack Reilly looking all excited.

"To keep you... gentlemen" Kramer stood up next "from turning this into a total zoo from now on, either hold your questions or see one of us afterwards. Now - "

"I got a question now coach" it was one of the offensive linemen Crusher might have practiced against, Jack something? One of Grunt's roommates?

"Then hold up your hand first. What is it?"

Jack Eibens looked at several of his teammates, held up his hand and continued,

"We know some of this stuff is gonna get... y'know... well let's say not everyone's gonna..."

"What are ya gettin at Jack?" Bernan looked from the platform, pulling various items onto the stage "spit it out."

"I mean... this is like voluntary right? Nobody's gonna make anybody - "

"If you will sit down I'm gonna explain all that okay? Anybody else got questions just hold off til later got it?" Kramer looked down at his clipboard then up at the large screen over the raised platform. After a bit of static and some rapid jumping images, they began to watch a clip of a locker room interview, most guys recognizing it as the previous year one of the bigger Vikings game. There were a few hoots and even some insults before Kramer contined "okay okay quiet down! As you can see it's not the most advanced high definition projection but tonight, in addition to various sports highlights we want to give all of you an oppotunity to get your ugly mugs on television cause we know you stars like nothin better than fame" waiting for some cheers to quiet "because you, the participants of this year's Midcontinental Sports Camp and Training Facility will be the stars tonight. We have a variety of activities planned and to explain more let me introduce Gary "the Grip" Ackerton to those of you who have not met him yet.

He comes to us from the Calgary Indoor Football League where he oversees most aspects of recruitment and training. Grip?"

"Thank you Coach Kramer, guys" looking into the distance "and guests."

Crusher turned around and what the fuck? there were about a half-dozen adults parading into the back of the room single file, taking their seats towards the back. Some guys like Crusher turned, others had no desire to see them. They could hear the folding chairs well enough. Grunt was one of the ones to turn, and man did he see those cameras now. Grip continued,

"Tonight we have some activities planned for all of you guys, some of them we hope you will find very profitable. As you have been aware for some time, most athletic programs are facing severe financial restrictions due in part to Title Nine but not exclusively. Most high school level football programs have been immune to these problems. So far. But some far-sighted planners" looking at his fellow coaches and then to those strangers in the back of the room "have decided not to wait for any further cuts but step forward and sponsor our efforts" waving down the scattered clapping "tonight we have a representation of some of our sponsors who have proposed a series of activities, a type of contest you might say. There will be not one, not two or even three winning prizes, but ten in all!" looking down at his notes and ignoring the buzz going through the group "with the top prize being ten... thousand... dollars" and that got their attention. Not all of the guys were cheering however "second prize nine thousand, and down to tenth place a very healthy one thousand dollars" raising his hand "which you can receive any way you choose. However!" raising one hand until the room quieted a bit "I know there are some of you who wish to put your winnings in your respective school athletic programs" seeing and hearing a few less than positive reactions "in which case our sponsors are prepared to match whatever amount you donate. That is correct. Match your amount! If you win five thousand and wish your team to have" looking at a few faces "three thousand, our sponsors are happy to match so your school receives a total of six and you may keep the remaining two thousand" hearing guys shouting out comments and questions "as I mentioned hold your questions and talk to any of us or the sponsors either later tonight or tomorrow at practice. Now this is how it will work" looking around the room seeing a huge variety of reactions "for each competition or activity you will be awarded between one and five points depending on the level of difficulty" hearing some mutterings and groanings "and the lunkheads with the ten highest scores at the end of the evening will be the winners. There are some events only one of two might wish to enter" looking at one or two faces "because not everyone can lift one-ten over their heads right?" hearing a variety of reactions to that, some of them sighs of relief "and such. Not everyone will wish to enter every event, some of you might not wish to enter even one. But in keeping with the spirit of teamwork" uh-oh Crusher thought, here it comes "all of you are asked to enter at least one contest. Anyone leaving with zero points tonight" looking up and down the rows "will see me tomorrow at eight o'clock sharp and we will have a one-on-one... discussion" his mood light and smiling again "so I encourage all of you to enter at least one contest. And yes I can see the eagerness out there" holding out his hands "like I said you can enter as many as you want. Or can. If one or two of you wishes to display all those talent-show skills and walk away with first place, please do. Again if you have any specific questions on specific activities tonight you got to raise your hand and one of us will answer it. Now hold your first questions and we will start with a few rounds so you can see how this works" he took his clipboard and stood in front of the platform, seeing the various items arranged on the platform "for one point to someone signing the National Anthem" and several hands shot up.

"Knock it off Bennings" they heard but Brian started singing from where he sat. When he was directed on stage he was joined by two or three others, all belting out the National Anthem with varying success. When they finished two different guys got on the platform and then they heard the beginning of "Oh Canada"! Between them they reconstructed most of the lyrics. They finished to a scattering of applause.

"Not bad not bad" Kramer smiled "and for you guys still confused, remember I never said whose anthem right? Anyone feeling left out? Any other countries we forgetting?" and a few turned to look at Mannie but he slugged them.

The guys gathered their papers showing their award points and sat down, to the cheers or consternation of their teammates. Crusher looked at his buds and shook his head.

It continued in a similar vein for about an hour, various harmless contests and activities, Crusher surprised to see Grunt enter the sit-up contest. Seeing that spectacle and seeing the guys reactions to watching the replays of themselves on the big screen caused Crusher to enter the jumping jacks contest. When they added the part about the blindfold he almost changed his mind. But it was an easy one pointer. And man was he glad he was not the guy who lost his balance and almost toppled off the lip of the platform. And yeah Crusher got off seeing himself bigger than life a few minutes later. Similar contests continued in the same harmless vein until almost all the guys had one point. The only ones Crusher knew who did not were those two guys from Iowa for some reason. Weird.

But most guys were eager to see themselves on the big screen, instant replays and all. Crusher got the impression a lot of guys got up there whether they could do the contest or not, failing or tripping miserably, but still enjoying the ribbing later when it was projected for everyone's amusement. Even the dropped barbells and the less-than-legit arm wrestling events looked amazing when shown huge on that screen.

So sooner or later it was bound to happen Crusher told himself. Some clueless idiot would stand up there and flex and mug for the cameras, hoping to get his fat ass immortalized for all time. It was one of the moron cheeseheads, guy named Terrence or Terry or something.

"Knock if off Hulk" it must have been one of his teammates shouting "we seen it already okay?" Crusher watching the guy closely. He was big and strong, his thick arms puffed up and stretching the openings of his sleeveless Packers sweatshirt. Crusher was glad it was not one of his boys doing this. Because he had a bad feeling where this was heading.

"Very well... very well thank you Hulk for that" Kramer smiled and had a quick conference with the other coaches as he handed out the one-point papers for the last event, the one-handed push-ups. Hulk and three other guys completed all ten, the other two made it to seven or eight before they collapsed onto their faces like so much dead meat. Not that they weren't looking forward to seeing the replays.

"Seeing how you gentlemen are so eager to 'strut your stuff' as they say" Kramer looked at Bernan and then Driscoe, the three ringleaders reading each other, while the other coaches and talent scouts stared at the table "let's make this more interesting. And more profitable for you. Let's say we 'kick it up a notch' okay?" seeing a few faces react to his choice of words "Bill?"

"This is how we will proceed" Driscoe took over "next event, ten push-ups. Either one point or five, up to you."

"What?!?!?" and a few hands went up.

"Langley" Driscoe acknowledged Ted.

"Coach Driscoe?" Ted looked at Hulk and Joel and his teammates "I probably gonna regret askin this but somebody's gotta" seeing Matt and Brian hiding their faces in their hands "what's the difference? I mean, between gettin one point and gettin five?"

"Simple" Driscoe was doing everything he could not to blush but failing "the dress code."

"What?" Ted's hand stayed up "what dress code?"

"One point dressed like you are... five not. I gotta spell it out?" seeing a few faces registering it now "you stay clothed it's one point, you do it bare ass" raising his voice over the sudden eruption "five!"

"I'll take the one" and Terry was back on the stage. As soon as he was up there, not to be outdone was one of the running backs Crusher did not know well, then his roommate of all people, a cheesehead named Carl something, a hard muscled guy who looked too fit and wiry to be playing football. But man Crusher did not underestimate him after his first tackle and second interception during practice. Once Carl hit the field, he was something fierce! Several times Crusher wanted to talk with him one-on-one back in their room, but always got sidetracked by the other cheesehead, a big fat kid Carl called "Baby Huey". Once. After that they exchanged a few words and it was "Jimmy" from that point on. The two had history and Crusher did not need to be filled in. But it did always get in the way of trying to talk with Carl.

The other two on stage were guys Crusher did not know, assuming they were Iowa flunkies. One was a short black guy, muscles everywhere and not an ounce of fat on him. Crusher might have seen him at practice but could not remember. He might have been one of the offensive line on one of the other teams, maybe. The other was a big lump of a guy, not fat just big. Big nose, big jaw, and a gut almost as big as his own. But he did not lumber like a big guy, just carried his weight like it was never an issue with him.

But Crusher was very interested to see all the guys were happy with one points.

The Hulk dropped and started his ten push-ups, not the biggest challenge he ever did. Hell, he could pump out twenty if need be, but was spending most of his time watching Carl next to him. The dude was sailing through them and not even breaking a sweat. Yeah Kroemer had been staying in top shape all summer; he even mentioned something about doing some intense training with a dude named Rocko, a guy Terry had seen at the gym once or twice, a big tattooed ex-con Terry stayed away from. When Kroemer mentioned to him something about getting some cash to make exercise videos at the Y, Terry dismissed it as bragging b.s. But after Sunday and Terry's own "exercise video" with Bo at that warehouse, he had a sick suspicion what kind of videos they might have been. Not that Kroemer ever EVER gave any hints he would do anything even remotely like Terry's sex shit Sunday. But short of out and out asking him, how would he ever know?

Next to Carl was a guy he had talked with a few times during practice, a running back from Iowa? named Ted or Fred something. Fast and fit, okay looking except for his broken nose. At first Carl did not recognize him tonight as the same guy, his head shaved except for a thick strip of hair dyed jet black. Carl had to look at him twice in the crowd before he equated him with the same guy on the field An okay guy Carl thought, maybe a bit tight-lipped or something. Carl at first thought he was stuck-up or just into his own special scene, but after a few words realized the dude was just nervous. Carl had a bad suspicion why. When he slugged him once and the guy reacted like Carl had jabbed him with a cattle prod, he figured out fast he was one of those dudes real touchy about physical contact. Carl smiled to himself and wanted to tell him to keep it up. He would need to be super cautious around these other horndogs. Carl put himself in that category, no question.

Howie looked over at his teammate Big Al and winked, knowing the big lummox was almost disappointed he was not going to take off his clothes and show the world why they called him "Big" Al. Howie was terrified of him in their sophomore year, thinking somebody that big had to be one mean muthah, somebody who would just as soon smash your face into the ground as not, but soon realized this dude for all his size would not hurt a fly. Except on the football field and then look out! There were even some idiots at school - yeah even some rookies on the team - who tried to taunt him, tried to get under his skin. But they soon tired of it when they realized Big Al would not bother with them. Not only did he have a great reserve, this big goon had a brain! The dude did not need a football scholarship; he was already going to Princeton or some place on an engineering scholarship. The two of them would "hang" with their circle of friends, Howie doing everything he could to get him to open up more, but Big Al just smiled his goofy lopsided smile and gave him his patented cross-eyed "me stupid" look. The one that got him any and every girl he wanted. They thought he was this big playful puppydog. And Big Al was too polite - and horny - to contradict them.

Howie was doing everything he could to finish his ten push-ups without cracking up, Big Al pretending he was too out of shape to finish his, grunting and hamming it up, enjoying the laughs he was getting. If his scholarship fell through, Howie knew this guy could make millions doing stand-up or something. Except he had a weird, dry sense of humor only his immedicate circle knew or tolerated. Howie was one of them, and that's why they were buds. So Howie had to look away before he fell to his stomach laughing, hearing Big Al mooing like a cow next to him. After all they had been through, his whole school had been through, Howie admired Big Al's sense of "perspective". At least that's what Big Al called it.

The group finished and one by one gathered their papers and took their seats again. They were anxious to see themselves on the big screen replays but instead they saw what looked like a locker room interview, a bunch of professional football players sweaty and trying to dodge some guy with a bad hairpiece and an obnoxious way with a microphone. Crusher had to look twice but sure enough! in the background were a few guys stripping out of their uniforms. All the way! He sure as fuck never saw THIS on the television!

Most guys were too shocked to comment on what they were seeing. But a few recognized the Steelers team from several years back, so this clip was how old? These guys would have been in grade school? They sure as hell did not remember seeing bare ass football players on the tv when they were that old.

When some of the players turned towards the camera and yeah now they were looking at football dick, the comments started bouncing around the room.

"Again one point or five depends on you. Ten sit-ups" Driscoe continued like nothing out of the ordinary. Soon a few guys were on the platform as the locker room clip ended and they were watching the push-ups replays from before. Again there were about five guys and their clothes stayed on! They finished, gathered their measly one point papers and took their seats.

"Again one or five up to you" Driscoe was sweating now, hurried quiet comments back and forth between the coaches, even one or two of the sponsors from the back coming up to their table. Some of the guys must have recognized them because there were fast and guarded comments flying all over the room "chin-ups, five of them" Driscoe's voice almost cracking. His expression was of someone who had gotten a royal chewing out.

And again one or two guys got up to the platform, first one then the other leaping up to the metal bars set up on the stage and pulling themselves up with a great deal of grunting but finishing it nonetheless. And the clothes stayed on. The coaches were looking at a growing mutiny.

Crusher looked at Grunt and some other teammates: you know what's going on?

They looked back at him just as puzzled and a bit alarmed. Some of them had suspicions there were going to be some sexual activities tonight, but this? Was there some meeting some memo they missed? Some secret ballot they slept through?

The coaches talked quickly among themselves then Driscoe lowered the boom,

"One or five points up to you. Stand and face the group" the screen flickering a few times, then someone they recognized - it was one of the talent scouts, a short fireplug of a guy named Russell Bradshaw! - in what looked to be the same locker room with a different set of football players, sweaty and stripping after a game, but he was standing in the middle of a circle of guys, his pants and jock down around his knees, and masturbating! Right in front of all of them! "and do what Russell is doing."

"What?" Matt's hand shot up "you want somebody to jack his meat? Here? On the stage?"

"Correct" Driscoe looked at him like it was as normal a request as doing push-ups "either one point or five, clothed or not, up to you. But we would expect you to at least open your fly for crissakes..."

"This is totally wacked!" Crusher heard himself shout, fuck the raised hand. After the weird goings-on in his room, now he knew this was all going to end up sexual. No wonder Grunt would rather be running around in the woods in the middle of the night! Hell, being abducted by aliens was not this outrageous.

"Yeah, I guess 'wacked' is the right word" Bernan looked at some other guys "I'm givin you guys one minute..." and they sat there. Watching Russ wacking his thick hardon, hearing the cheers and obscene comments of the guys around him. When he started jerking his hips and several globs of cum shot out of him, that locker room erupted with even louder cheers and claps.

There were a few more jerks and flashes before the earlier locker room scene resumed. This time most of the room was naked, the idiot interviewer pretending he did not notice. A long two minutes ended.

"Okay, it's no point continuing" Kramer stood up, closing his binder "there were to have been more rounds, more series of competitions but it appears you guys are too... too what? too girly chickenshit for any of this?" hearing the comments and yells but ignoring them "so we have to fall back on more" looking at the other coaches "more extreme measures. Because as it stands right now, not a single football team is going to have enough money to buy a roll of toilet paper to wipe your baby asses with!" and boy did he look pissed! But a few guys noticed that he was more than pissed, he was sweating bullets! Those guarded glances back to the sponsors did not look healthy.

"So we're gonna have to teach you guys we mean business" Bernan saw Kramer losing it "I didn't believe Lubonski here when he warned me you guys were risking throwing away this golden opportunity. He kept trying to warn me you guys were all a bunch of candy-asses" raising his hands against the growing tide of shouts "not realizing what was at stake. Because right now it looks like all the funding is going to go to either the wrestling or baseball teams" letting that sink in a moment, that shut them up "because right now they are amassing a huge amount of points in their own competitions in another gym" he kept going now he had a head of steam and their attention "and when all you groups come together tomorrow night they're gonna whip your BUTTS!" he shook his head in mock disgust "yeah they're gonna walk away with all the points and all the thousands, TENS of thousands while you girls sit there looking like a bunch of kindergardners with your tails - your dicks - tucked between your legs! That is if you even have dicks!" and that got them yelling on their feet right on cue. There were several ear-blasting blasts of whistles before they calmed down to a loud roar and he continued "so okay Lubonski you tell'm!"

"This is what it's gonna be now... boys" using the most demeaning tone possible "when you go back to your rooms you're gonna find a little package waiting for you. Each room gets a digital camera, not a fancy expensive one, but good enough for your purposes. And a list of things you gonna have to find a way to photograph to get a measly ten points, all your instructions will be in trick-or-treat bag when you get back, got it?" hearing the confused anger in the room "THEN, you are to co-ordinate with the room across the hall from you, exchange cameras, and your instructions will tell you how one room is going to get the final five points" looking at them after another shriek of whistles shut them up "now get your sorry asses back to your rooms and deal with the consequences of your actions here tonight. GO!"

Crusher joined Grunt and Levon already arguing loudly as they kicked their chairs out of the way, a few fights threatening to break out. But most were too much in a hurry to get the hell out of this gym and back to their rooms, dreading what they were going to find there. Mack caught up with Crusher as the Minnesota guys spilled out into the darkening evening. Crusher's eye immediately scanned the skies, seeing several con-trails glowing pink in the heights.

"Hey Grunt your UFO's back!" their teammate "Butthead" Ericksen yelled.

"Those are just jets" Crusher yelled up to him yards ahead.

"Not those, those!" Butthead pointed, not at the sky but at the roof line of their sleeping quarters. Several guys stopped dead in their tracks and gasped!

It looked like two or three globes of faintly glowing gas were hugging the peak of the roof where metal sheathing ran the length of the building. Even though the guys could feel the air on their faces, those lights were just hanging there, not so much as bobbing or swaying in the faint breeze.

"What the FUCK IS THAT?" several guys stood there, their faces hanging open.

"You guys never see ball lightning before?" Kramer was coming up behind them fast.

"Fuck that ain't no ball lightning!" Big Al was almost inside the doorway before he returned so he could see the roofline better "I've seen ball lightning and that's NOT ball lightning!"

"Then what the fuck is that?" Howie ran back as well.

"Some type of electrical discharge" picking Grunt and Crusher out of the crowd "definitely NOT a UFO okay guys? I heard about something like this, but it was on the masts of ships or something, they call it 'something Fire'..."

"St. Elmo's Fire" Jimmy Guenther joined Big Al's group next "but that's out at sea, you have to have the right ionization or something to get that. But this is something else entirely!"

"Okay guys inside" Bernan was acting like this was a big stir over nothing "whatever it is it won't kill ya. Otherwise we'd be all electocuted already - "

"Or abducted by Grunt's little green men" Mack laughed "is that what you saw last night?"

"Yeah... musta been" Grunt was in a hurry to get inside now. Because as freaky and as creapy as these lights were, compared to last night they were barely a teaser. But still scary enough to get the guys hurrying into their building and under that same roof. If they feared something similar inside, they were not disappointed to see a very normal interior waiting for them. They were up the stairs and into their rooms fast. But not fast enough to hide that they were as scared as they looked. But once they got to their rooms, seeing plastic bags hanging from each of their doors, then they had something truly tangible to fear.

Crusher watched "Boo-Boo" Stevens grab their bag off the opposite door as Grunt's roommates poured into their room, fighting over who would open it first. Considering how nasty it might be they were sure in a damn hurry.

"We gotta settle this before they kill each other" Grunt hesitated at the open door, seeing guys pour into Crusher's room as well "gimme a minute."

"You really gonna do this?" Crusher watched his roommate, the big kid "Baby Huey" Jimmy something grab his and join the rest in his room "I mean what if - "

"One way t'find out... GUYS!" Grunt waved goodbye to Crusher as he tore into his room across the hall, already having to break up something like a fight. The door closed with a bang and Crusher went into his room as well, hearing loud conversations and other doors slamming up and down the hallway.

"What is it?" Crusher looked at the shocked faces on Jimmy and Carl, then Levon yanking it out of their hands.

"Y'ain't gonna like this shit one bit" Levon looked at Crusher.

"Why?" but then their door opened again and it was the two dudes from Iowa, Jerry and Tim, and right behind them their chaperone, Coach Bernan joined by Coach Lubonski.

"Ain't gonna like what?" Bernan looked at the tug-of-war over the instructions, guessing the answer.

"You know about this?" not looking at Lubonski.

"I do now" Bernan answered "but this is more Les' territory."

"What you doing here?" Mack asked "thought you were across the hall?"

"I am" Les looked at the guys. If they were sweating, he was soaked. Like he had been standing in the pouring rain or something "wanted to make sure you knew how to operate the camera. It's point-and-click, flash automatic, you should have no problems -"

"The problems we got are with this!" Levon waved the paper in Les' face "these your ideas?"

"Mine and" looking at Bernan "the coaches and sponsors, yes."

"This is totally fucked up" Levon glared at him "you know that right?"

"Okay you guys got one hour before you deal with the room across the hall" he looked around too busy to argue "I suggest you use the time wisely."

"You really expect us to... to do this stuff?" Jimmy looked at Bernan "coach?"

"We all must do it Guenther" and Bernan just peeled off his shirt, as did Les. Boy was that an eyeful. Les opened the door and they heard him go into the room, Grunt's and friends' room, opposite theirs.

"I've got this energy beneath my feet

Like something underground's

Gonna come up and carry me...

Have you ever seen the lights?"

The Killers "Sam's Town"

Les walked into another group of guys even more upset than the room he just left. Big Beau "Boo-Boo" Stevens and Grunt Jackson were engaged in a game of "keep-away" with the instructions, fighting off the rest of the group. Driscoe already took his spot in his chair, the camera out and on. After the first few flashes got the group's attention, Les put his fingers to his mouth and let out such a whistle,

"Enough!" noting the two big dogs relent to the bigger dog "now you've read it, I'll take it so - "

"So you can rip it up?" Pat "Butthead" Ericksen tried.

"Gimme" he held out his hand and Boo-Boo had little choice but to comply.

"Like I told your buds across the hall" ignoring the nervous looks towards his already bare chest "y'got one hour before you two rooms must figure out who wins, who got the most points. All this argruing is only wasting a lot of time."

"Y'really expect us t'believe all the other rooms agreein t'do this bullshit?" Boo-Boo looked at them expecting a comment about the swear word.

"You saw all the packets on the doors" Driscoe looked at the guys "yeah."

"But this is totally fucked" Grunt looked at Driscoe like he was going to save them from that hairy-chested Lubonski standing there. Man talk about being out-gunned. This dude was big and muscled and not someone to mess with. He had tangled with smaller dudes than this and lost. But that Lubonski was one big mean muthah. He reminded Grunt of those dudes that lifted cars or threw refrigerators on their back for a living.

"Okay, what is it? What does it say?" Jack Bellsten, the only guy not connected to any of these teams just scratched his facial whiskers and goatee, threading his way to the bathroom.

"If yer gonna piss, y'might wanna hold it" Grunt looked at Driscoe "ain't that right?"

"Grunt is correct" Les answered for him "but you're skipping ahead. Like I told all you guys earlier, you have one hour to put together your ten points. Then deal with the room across the hall."

"Doing what?" Ed "Ollie" Oliver, the youngest in the room looked around.

"These dudes expect us to take pictures of each other..." Boo-Boo looked at Les "doing things."

"Like what?" Ollie's voice cracked.

"The first one pointer is" Les looked at the group "pictures of each other, naked."

"Not a fuckin chance" Jeff looked at the group "lemme see that!" and Les walked the paper over to him, not relinquishing his hold.

"If you tear it up I have several more" Les watched as Jeff's eyes ran up and down the paper "same goes for the camera. You break it or erase the pics then we start again with another one. But I don't think that's something you want to do, right?"

"You dudes figure it out, I gotta piss" Jack started for the bathroom again.

"Stop wait" Jeff lept across the room "you didn't read what one of the points was."

"No and I don't-"

"One of the things is we gotta piss..." he looked at Driscoe "on someone."

"You are fuckin nuts!" Jack looked at him "I ain't lettin any of you fuckers piss on me!"

"Hey it's just piss" Ollie tried to be helpful.

"Then you do it" Jack snapped at him. And Ollie did not snap back. He chewed his lip deep in thought.

"Fuck, okay."

"Okay what?"

"I'll do it" Ollie thought Jack was going to explode soon "I'll let you piss on me" and just like that he started pulling his baggy hoodie over his head. The guys had seen his tats before, the one on his tight bicep, the one below his left nipple. But they did not see the one below his navel last night, or the one between his hip and his pubes. And the guys that did see it all in the dark were not admitting to it. Before anyone could stop him he was naked, all one fifty pounds of tight muscles. He went past a stunned Jack and went into the shower stall. If that was not bad enough he sat down in the tub "do it. Before I remember what I'm doing."

"Stop no!" Grunt tried to press into the bathroom behind Jack "we ALL gotta do it, that's what the points are! Everybody gotta do each fuckin item. You really want every goddamn dude here t'take a piss on ya?"

"That right?" Ollie looked at Driscoe "every guy?" seeing the look on his face "even you two?"

"Even us" Les looked at Driscoe "especially us."

"Fuck that's something else now" Ollie looked at the collection of faces at the door "what if..."

"Anything we don't do" Boo-Boo looked to Grunt for confirmation "and the other room does, they steal the point right?"

"He's right" Les looked at Ollie "you still wanna do this?"

"You guys are gonna freak" Ollie looked down at his naked body sitting there.

"We're gonna freak? WE'RE gonna freak?" Jack's bladder was to the point he was gonna start staining his jeans soon "you the one gonna sit there and get pissed on."

"Okay just promise y'won't freak okay? All you guys gotta promise!" Ollie was insistent. The guys grumbled and shrugged not sure what the hell he was talking about. But one by one they said: sure fine, whatever.

"This is totally fucked" but Jack unzipped himself in front of everyone and just let it rip. His piss hit Ollie on the foot and then bounced up to his calf, expecting his to jerk away from the warm yellow stream. But Ollie just sat there clutching his knees, his eyes closed and head bent. Even when there were several flashes from the camera he did not move. Jack looked down at his piss run off Ollie's leg and gurgle down the drain. The guys at the doorway were too stunned to move.

"Damn this is fucked" and Boo-Boo forced his bulk through the narrow doorway and past Jack washing his hands, his fly closed tight as a bank vault. Boo-Boo unbuckled his belt and yanked open his fly, pulling it open as he tucked his briefs under his big fat balls. His short cut dick stood out from his brown pubes almost hidden in the forest. He gave the stubby tube a few yanks and then his piss was dribbling out the end. He leaned forward more and then squeezed hard enough to get the flow going. Not that he was piss-shy, but standing there and trying to piss for an audience was not something he could just do on command. By the time his bladder was empty he had managed to get most of it all over Ollie's legs, his aim falling victim to his nervousness. The several flashes did not make it any easier.

"This is totally fucked" and then Jeff followed suite, his long cut dick finally squeezing out a few drops and then Grunt himself was opening his fly as Jeff washed his hands and left the room, his fly left open but his white briefs back in place. Grunt dug around in his shorts and then a big cut black dick was out letting it rip. He almost stopped pissing when Ollie did something completely alarming; he leaned back and slid down in the tub, Grunt's stream running up to his thigh. Grunt almost lost control and clamped tight but once he was pissing he could not stop. Even when he looked down at Ollie's long skinny uncut dick starting to lengthen even more Grunt could do nothing to stop the flow. By the time Grunt was shaking out the last drops, the dude lying there was getting hard! Then two more flashes went off and Grunt ducked his head and washed his hands fast, in a big hurry to get out of that room starting to stink bad.

"Before ya realize what you're doing" Les looked at Driscoe and started unbuckling his pants. He didn't stop there but took them off completely. When he then pulled down his boxers as well Ollie could not help but look. Yeah the dude was totally blond, even his pubes were blond, just like that receding hairline, just like that goatee. All those curly blond hairs even covered that tight ballsac tugged up between those big thick thighs. Because Les Lubonski was a big big man, making up in thick muscular girth what he lacked in height. If he was taller than Ollie it would have been a miracle, and Ollie was maybe all of five six. But his thighs were as big as Ollie's waist, and man were they covered with all those blond hairs as well, like his pubes didn'tstop until they got to his ankles! But what Ollie was staring at, what he could hardly ignore, was something sticking straight out from those hairy balls. Les Lubonski was totally and unmistakeably hard! A big cut dick as thick as the rest of him was staring right at Ollie's face. If Ollie was hard before he was beyond boned when that muscle tube erupted a yellow arc over Ollie's waist and splattered off the wall next to him. By the time Driscoe took the second pic Les managed to pull his bone downwards aiming his stream right at Ollie's crotch! Ollie leaned back onto his elbows, feeling the pulsing pressure drilling into the underside of his obscenely hard cock. His secret was smeared all over his naked body now, his bone letting the world know how much he was turned on by dude's pissing.

Especially pissing on him! And this brick shithouse of a blond linebacker was even more turned on by pissing right into his dick. If Ollie had dared to open his eyes he would have seen the full smile on Les' rugged face. But he lay there seeing the flashes go off behind his eyelids, and it was enough to feel that warm piss slam into his balls then, knowing the guy doing it was as hard as he was.

Les finished and washed his hands and crotch, leaving himself totally naked when he pushed past Ericksen at the doorway, and joined the guys sitting on their beds. They saw his wet crotch and hard dick and did not know what to say or where to look. Then they heard Butthead say "goddamn! Ollie!" and then the sound of more piss splattering on flesh, the flash of the camera bouncing from the bathroom. Again the brief sound of the faucet and Ericksen was leaving the bathroom next.

"Wait!" Butthead heard behind him.

"What?" he turned and before he could snap his pants closed Driscoe passed him the camera. He stood there and scrutinized that damn thing. He knew he could smash it against the wall and destroy the evidence. He just pissed on a dude, and the dude was totally boned from it! He did not want that image to ever see the light of day, ever. But if he did smash it, like they said, they would just pull another one out of their magic hat and all the guys would have to do it all over again. With empty bladders no less. Maybe if he had been downing beers all evening he could manage that again within their hour. But not now. He held it up and saw the button "this?"

"Yeah just push there, all there's to it."

Butthead stood there both hands holding the slippery bastard as he watched Bill Driscoe, all two hundred and sixty pounds of former NFL star power step out of his dress pants and tug down his white briefs. Pat "Butthead" Ericksen was so flabbergasted he barely noticed his own loosened jeans sliding down his legs.

"I ain't callin ya Butthead, Ericksen" Driscoe saw his hands trembling "what's - "

"P-p-pat... c-c-call me Pat" he stood there shaking like a leaf. He was almost on the brink of dropping the camera when Driscoe grabbed his hands. It was one thing seeing this larger-than-life character half-naked; now they were actually touching.

"I'm gonna need your help here Pat" Driscoe was so close Butthead Pat could smell his aftershave "I gotta finish up here so you guys get your point, but you gotta hold it steady enough to take the picture. You think you can do that?"

"I... I'll try" but Pat could not believe he was actually looking at "The" Bill Driscoe's crotch. All of it, the rusty-blond pubic hairs, that amazingly large uncut dick, those low-hanging balls, each one clearly visible and nestled inside that furry sac, those scarred fuzzy legs thick with muscle, all of it right there for him to see. And Driscoe did not mind Pat just gawking, not believing his eyes.

"You can brace your elbows on something, that'll keep it steady" and Driscoe turned and started emptying all over Ollie's crotch like Les before.

If he had lost any of that hardon, the hard thick stream spewing out the end of that foreskin soon had Ollie like a rock again. When Pat saw that football legend in front of him start to skin back the overhang he almost forgot about the camera until Driscoe started barking "take it! take it!" and somehow Pat managed to get off several flashes, hoping his hands were steady enough. But when Driscoe continued skinning and unskinning the head, Pat saw it start to swell. And when that happened the front of his own exposed briefs started swelling as well. By the time Driscoe squeezed out the last of his piss onto Ollie's midsection, barking at Pat to finish the pics, there were three desperate hardons in the room. Driscoe pressed down on Pat's finger over the button as the last drop of his piss leaked down on Ollie below him.

"Take a shower" Driscoe barked at Ollie "you stink in here" and washed his hands knocking Pat out of the way. Once his big thick hands were dry he reclaimed the camera and swaggered out of the bathroom, still half-naked and hard enough to let them know he meant business. If those guys did not get the message loud and clear from Lubonski's total nudity, his half-hard would get it through their thick skulls. Tonight all their preconceived notions about what guys did, what football legends did, was going out the window. A few glowing lights in the sky were nothing compared to what their bugeyes were going to be seeing next. Pat heard the shower come on behind him and snapped out of his daze, looking down at the rod poking the front of his underwear forward. He shot a look at Ollie but he was already rinsing himself and the shower stall, not caring about Pat and his revelation. When Pat rejoined the group his pants were back up but his tent was showing enough he expected at least one or two snide comments. But having two adults, big famous adults, showing their goods like it was no big thing, was enough distraction for Pat to sit down and blend into the wall.

"Okay, first down nine to go" Driscoe looked at the guys, some of them returning his gaze, some still trying to process all this. Grunt for one was still trying to digest the image of his big black dick spurting his piss all over a naked white guy. Man if I could do that, there was nothing too rauchy right?

"Before you all cool off" Les stood there, letting everyone take it in, his bare crotch, his softening dick, the whole stud package "you Jeff close the window, don't want you dudes catching a draft when yer all butt naked."

"We really gotta do this?" Boo-Boo and Grunt exchanged desperate glances, no longer the top dogs in the room "I mean can't we...?"

"Okay y'big babies it's like this! You had yer chance downstairs to make all the points you woulda needed but no! all y'pansies too shy to strip down in front of each other. So now y'gotta make ten points the hard way! Y'coulda done two easy rounds, like sit-ups or pushups - "

"Yeah! Naked!"

"Yeah naked, but instead now it's the hard way. So it's up to you. You gonna get your ten points and beat their asses across the hall? Or y'gonna let those buttmunches across the hall beat your asses" Driscoe had to break them down "but I know you dogs are bigger'n that. Besides, you saw your bud Ollie here just put it all out there right?" seeing a clean, dry Ollie return to the room, a towel wrapped around his waist hiding at least one of those tats. Boo-Boo hated to admit it but cleaned up the dude looked toned and buffed, a major babe magnet "so it's just us now. It ain't the whole world, just us dudes. We already seen each other's meat, big deal! not like we can all be jammed in here and not see it right?"

"But the pictures" Jeff closed the window, noticing the light reflecting off the lake. Moonlight? Maybe "that's the part I really don't like."

"Why? Afraid it's gonna end up in your school yearbook or something?"

"Fuckin better not be" Ollie tugged his towel tighter.

"Like you need the whole world knowin y'get wood gettin pissed on" Grunt still could not believe it.

"You guys promised!" Ollie panicked "I warned ya you'd freak."

"Freak is right" Boo-Boo added "that was some kinda major freak."

"I knew you guys would totally be uncool about it."

"Y'gotta admit" Les looked at him "not everybody is gonna be so casual with gettin pissed on."

"Or get hard doin it" he looked at Les but Pat the Butthead was the one blushing "but you guys are missin the point. The thing is Ollie here had the balls - "

"And the dick!"

"-t'just let it all hang out there in the breeze. He took the hit for his team, okay the piss. He had the balls to step up and now you guys have your point. Thanks to Ollie!"

"So okay next point" Les knew they could jaw this one to death "pics of everybody's naked bod. You Ollie, drop the towel and get it over with already."

"Fuck..." he looked at the guys "like you already seen the whole thing" and he opened the towel "I just stand?" and before he said another word the flash went off. It was over before he knew it, like the hypo in the butt took longer and was more painful.

"There, see?" Driscoe just shrugged "nothin to it. Boo-Boo - "

"Damn, call me Stevens okay?"

"He just hates Beau" Grunt chuckled "call him anything else."

"Fine... Stevens" Driscoe held up the camera and pointed to the same spot as Ollie before.

"Naked? Like total? Not just a quick shot of my dick or somethin?"

"We all seen your fat butt" Grunt could get away with comments like that "shit I'll do it too okay?" and off came Grunt's t-shirt and shoes. He looked at Boo-Boo just standing there frozen in mid-motion. By the time Grunt was down to his support briefs Boo-Boo still had not moved "what are you waiting for?"

"Yareally fuckin doin this?"

"Yeah I'm really fuckin doin this" he hesitated at his tight waistband, his big round muscles swelling everywhere, including that big stomach muscle hanging over the white waistband.

"But you wouldn't do it before, not downstairs" Boo-Boo had never known the big Grunt to be an exhibitionist. He always would strip down, shower fast, and get dressed faster. Like he didn't want to show up all the other dudes with smaller dicks or something. Boo-Boo was definitely in that category.

"Fuck no..." looking at Les or Driscoe, no longer worried about them ragging on him about his mouth "dude that was just nasty-ass sick, all those guys there. Do shit naked with all those eyes just pervin on ya? No fuckin way!"

"Now's different?" Les sat there, hairy and naked and even spreading his legs a bit so everyone could "not perv" all they wanted. Unlike Grunt there, Les was an exhibitionist. And that had gotten him into trouble more than once. But nothing got his nut faster than being around people, guys, chicks, it didn't matter, who wanted to see him in all his glory. He loved being "perved on" as Grunt put it. Because once they saw his big thick bod, they were like putty in his hands. And Les really got off on that power thing, wrapping somebody - dudes, chicks, didn't matter - around his little finger. Sometimes it was just too easy though...

"Well yeah... kinda" Boo-Boo could see Grunt waiting for him, not taking no for an answer. He pulled his shirt over his large full chest, his nipples already hard for some reason. His two round pecs were smooth except for a few straggling hairs in the crease and down below his protruding belly. He knew he'd regret this but down came his pants, his briefs showing a few wet stains. Before anybody said anything about those, down came the briefs as well and he stepped out of everything, expecting Grunt to laugh at his gullibility. But Grunt turned his back on them his big round black buttocks exposed even flexing, one and then two flashes going off. Boo-Boo stood there with his hands over his crotch until he saw that big linebacker Driscoe nod and point, so he moved his hands away from his hairy crotch just in time to get photographed next to an equally naked Grunt Jackson, two big dudes, one white one black, two thick cut dicks, one long, one not. They realized how naked they were, how this must look so they started doing a few muscle poses to cover their nervousness. A few more pics and they were finished. Boo-Boo wanted to put his pants back on, but noticed how that Lubonski just sat there, a naked fur-ball. And damn if it didn't look like dick on him was chubbing even more. From seeing those two strip down? The big famous football stud was perving on their two fat asses?

Les saw the blush spread over Boo-Boo's face and neck,

"Young dudes embarrass so easy" he chuckled and found Grunt's t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Grunt took a few seconds to realize whose t-shirt it was and almost said something. But the way his double-XL t-shirt was getting even more stretched by those big shoulders and chest convinced him to keep quiet for once. Plus there was something kinda interesting about knowing this amazing celebrity was wearing HIS clothes. Too fuckin much!

"I guess whoever wusses out" Jack uncoiled off the bed "gets a black eye or somethin right?"

"Somethin is right" Grunt felt better now it was over. Sitting around bare-ass naked was something new for him. When he realized all these white boys were not boring holes into his meat he started to relax almost.

"Now or never" and off came his school logo sweatshirt. He heard a whistle from Les of all people "what?"

"Dude I thought I was hairy in high school" he whistled again "when you start growing hair, when you were ten or somethin?"

"Naw, twelve okay?"

"You were jackin your meat at twelve?" Boo-Boo thought that was impossible.

"Before that" he almost chuckled, then realized how bad it sounded. How it could be misinterpreted.

"You were jackin before you had hair on your dick?" and now Driscoe was joining in the interrogation.

"Shit geez..." suddenly being so hairy was making him feel like a pervert. But he dug the way the chicks would run their hands all over his wide chest, feeling his hard pecs, then down his really furry stomach to his "innie". He had to stop thinking about that, he was starting to chub! And this was not the time to do it. He yanked down his jeans, and before he heard comments about all the hair covering his legs down came his white boxers, a bit stained like that guy Boo-Boo's, and then he was naked. As hairy as the rest of him was, his uncut cock and balls and most of his pubes were shaved smooth.

"Fuckin yeah" Driscoe snapped two and then a third close-up of that shaved crotch "dude don't want all that pelt gettin in the way of his fuckin right?

Girlfriend make ya do that?"

"How'd ya guess?"

"Wife wanted me t'do it" Driscoe smiled "I told if I did she would have to take it more than her usual once a day. She changed her mind real fast" laughing his head off. He expected someone other than Les to laugh as well, after all he heard the story too many times, these guys hadn't. Guess something about the story spooked them "okay gorilla, sit down before ya start shedding. You!" pointing at Jeff "ain't got all night."

"Sorry it ain't all that" he was out of his clothes so fast it looked like he had been rehearsing "not the big deal like Bellstrun there" and he stood up naked after he tossed his pants away.

"Looks like a big deal to me" Les nodded at the significant cut dick hanging down from those brown pubes, his tight muscled body looking like he was saving the best for last. This time Les whistled "dude you and the camera should be much better friends. You ever do modeling?"

"Modeling? Me? With this?" rubbing his hands down his firm abs like they were puny or something.

"Dude you look like the proverbial babe magnet" Les sat there, his hand on his dick. It looked to Jeff like the one tug to unkink his cock was turning into something closer to several tugs. And the big hairy linebacker was staring right at his crotch doing it. Sure enough by the time he moved his hand away, he was half-hard! "man all those cheerleaders must be fighting to get their hands on that bod of yours. And you sayin you never had any pictures taken of that bod before?"

"Hell no..." he was trying to ignore the effect this was having on Les. Damn, up until tonight he thought the big dude was this total masculine role model for the entire football-viewing world. And this tank of a football player was boning on HIM? Now he'd seen everything! And seeing the way Les just spread those giant thighs for Jeff's glance, he was seeing everything! He had to snap out of it! He had to turn the tables fast "hey!"

"Hey what?" Driscoe took several final pics, knowing these were going to be amazing.

"To get the point... like everybody right?"

"Jeff's right" Grunt waved him to sit his pretty white ass down "to get our 'naked merit badge' you two gotta do it too right?"

"Yeah... well..."

"No you don't" Jack wagged his finger "you made me shake my hairy bod in front of your camera, now it's your turn. Don't be gettin all shy now. If I can show hairy dick, so can you."

"Damn..." Les stood up, and yeah his dick was sticking out way more than it should "see what they're makin me do? These dudes want me to strip naked for them now. See what I gotta do to keep my fans happy?" he tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt - of Grunt's t-shirt to be exact - lifting it up to his hairy pecs. As he did, his dick continued to fill. By the time Driscoe took two pics of his front, Les Lubonski, star linebacker was showing two hundred and eighty pounds of solid blond beef piled thick on his five-six stocky frame. And it looked like half of that beef was pumped into that beercan dick, the head now red and shiny it was that hard "no fair" he pulled the shirt back down "I'm the only one showing wood here."

"That's not wood" Jack was trying not to stare "that's like the whole log!"

"Can't help it" the exhibitionist was coming out now "nothin gets me hot more'n eyes on my bod. Don't know how many games I played totally rodded."

"But you were suited up" Boo-Boo had a shock of recognition; he was not the only idiot to throw a bone during a game? Hell even this afternoon at practice he was pushing against that cup like crazy "right? No one could see."

"And man they would see that" Ollie again was visualizing that hard cock spurting hot liquid all over him, the stream hitting him in his cock, feeling better than he ever imagined "good thing you never played like..."

"Like naked?" looking at Driscoe "these kids old enough for that story?"

"These kids?"

"We ain't kids" and Grunt had the pubes and dick to prove it.

"First they too shy to strip in public" Les' hand gave himself a few tugs, not that he was in any danger of losing any of his hardness. If anything his dick was curving upwards a bit "now they wanna hear about a bunch of Cowboys playing bare ass."

"Cowboys?" Jack perked up at that word "Like Dallas Cowboys?"

"Yeah like Dallas Cowboys. Sometimes summer training camps get y'know overheated" Les grunted and smiled at Driscoe who heard this story once too often.

"C'mon Les, these guys don't wanna hear about that. They cannot handle those dudes gettin into shit like that."

"Shit tell us" Jack was all ears now. As much as he hated to admit it, imagining his favorite team doing "kinky" shit was such a mind-blower, it was almost a turn-on in a weird forbidden way. Just because he could never ever imagine those big bulldozers without their clothes, much less doing anything beyond maybe taking showers. But right in front of him was one of those major athletes! Naked and totally full-out erect!

"Naw maybe later..." Les stood there, tugging his dick now and again to see how many eyes stole another look at his motions "right Driscoe?"

"C'mon Lubonski guys need your pic now. Loose that t-shirt it ain't yours."

"Thought it was kinda big" Les tugged at it, the last thing it felt was loose on him. Again he pulled it up, covering his face while his cock stood out proud, hearing a few deep breaths around the room seeing his naked hairy chest all the way down to his blond crotch and all the rest of those blond-dusted thick muscles. He let them take it all in for about almost a minute then pulled the t-shirt down again, looking at his cock like it just appeared there in the last seconds "man this got me hard..." looking around the room, seeing several faces look away from his crotch fast "no fair. I'm the only one hard here" he looked at Driscoe "these dogs need naked pics of me, then they gotta earn it. Let's see these dudes get boned too" seeing a few trying to cover themselves "looks like a few already half-way there."

"C'mon Les!" Boo-Boo was not one of those not eager to show the world his dick hard. Hell, just having himself photographed naked was a huge leap for him "I mean that's kinda raw ain't it?"

"First you guys all hot to hear about a bunch of Cowboys doing naked shit on the playing field, now you all squeamish about showing those dicks hard?" looking at Driscoe "make sense to you?"

"Guys, next one pointer is pics of everyone hard got it?"

"You makin this up" Pat the Butthead was not buying it.

"He ain't" Grunt sat there scratching his belly "yeah it's on their fuckin list. A whole LOT of shit on that list" looking at Boo-Boo "I lyin?"

"He ain't lyin" but Boo-Boo was not going to be the first.

"So you guys want me to strip total naked huh?" Les stared itching his balls, making his cock bounce a few times "I need to see I ain't the only one all ready to go now. You, Cover Boy!"

"Who me?" Jeff was sitting almost hunched over, his fists buried between his legs.

"Yeah Jeff right?" Driscoe pointed the camera at him "go stand next to Lubonski a second. You, Jack, you too."

"Me? Why me?" Jack really needed to have more pics of his shaved crotch and trimmed pubes filling of that camera. Yeah right!

"You so eager to hear about your Cowboys. Stand up and I'll tell ya. C'mon it's only a dic shot."

"But it's like totally gay..."

"You think I look gay?" Les' mood shifted one-eighty "y'wanna try that again?"

"Shit... I mean... not you!" Jack was staying sitting "but pictures of dudes with their dicks hard. That ain't gay?"

"Those Cowboys didn't think so" Les drilled into Jack "or you callin them gay now."

"Fuck NO!" Jack saw his favorite team play like total rabid animals too many times to think something even remotely like that "it's just..."

"They can run around with their bones showing, I can stand here like this" Les gave himself another few tugs, yeah Jack was watching it like a hawk "you ain't gonna die of embarrassment if these dudes see what a stud you are. Stand up Jack, you too Jeff" pointing to spots on either side of him "both of you dudes right next to me."

"We already burned up twenty minutes here guys, time to get your shit together now" Driscoe tapped the camera "lots more to do to get nine big ones."

"Shit I still think this is totally gay" Jeff stood up, and so did his cock. By the time he was standing next to that solid Les, his long cut dick was even longer and showing definite plumping. His hand went to it automatically.

"Yeah give it a few strokes" Les pulled the t-shirt up and tucked it behind his head, making his hairy chest even fuller. He gave his own a few tugs then looked at Jack "dude you next."

"Can't I just... like wait?"

"Running outa time here guys" Driscoe took a few pics of the two of them pulling on their meat. Jack gave a big dramatic sigh and stood up as well, his short uncut dick held back by pure will power.

"You been doin this since you were twelve, why stop now?" Les was making a point of masturbating in front of them now. Not that his dick needed any more encouragement "go on. Pull it, get it full hard."

Jack looked at what was sticking out of those blond pubes, really getting excited by this big athlete stud just naked and jacking in a roomful of guys like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. Even the perfectly muscled but less bulky Jeff guy on the other side was starting to pull on his long dick like he could do this. But Jack did not know any of these guys, the few fellow Canadian teammates of his were scattered all over the floor. And he could not imagine any of them doing this totally freaky stuff. But the thought of some of his buds, some of his teammates in various rooms having to do this with their roommates as well, yeah that got a reaction in his cock.

"Guys now you're gettin it" Les finally tossed Grunt's t-shirt free and gave a double biceps pose, his hard dick pointed right at Driscoe as the flash went off "like the Cowboys that afternoon. Man they were sweatin like pigs in the hot sun. So somebody decides to do a shirts-skins kinda thing. Some local news crews were all too hot to film that I'll tell ya. But after most of them got their shots they got their asses out of that burning sun and back inside except for that one guy, cable channel I think. He's the one suggested a quick sudden-death point game, losing team strips down to nothing! If it hadn't been like a hundred degrees I don't know if they woulda done it. Of course my side wins a quick touchdown, so the other hogs gotta show dick. At first everyone was laughing too hard for it to really matter. One of the coaches came over and dumped a barrel of ice water on them, tellin'm to cool their asses , they were in public for crissakes! Yeah, a bunch of two hundred, shit three hundred pound monsters running around, bare asses and bare dicks everywhere. Then Motorhead" a quick glance to Driscoe "he decides the next team lose the next touchdown gotta show hard. It was like a major penalty on the interception but yeah, my team gotta drop trou next. I was already hard! Shit I was hard since before those dogs hadda strip okay? We just lined up and started pullin on our meat. By the time the coaches come over and tell us to knock it off that one cameraman hell me musta gotten a real eyeful. Like Driscoe there now right Bill?"

"Okay you two gimme a double biceps like Les before."

"But..." Jeff knew how it would look. He pulled his hand away from his cock and gave a quick flex, his seven plus inches of meat as hard and curved as Les next to him. Jack saw those two bones and did not feel as perverted when he pumped his arms, his bright shiny head pulling free of the skin and standing out from his shaved crotch, looking like he had done that just for this picture. Several flashes and Les looked at the two.

"Nice meat, dudes" and before anyone could stop him, his two hands grabbed both cocks. The guys tried to yank away, not sure they wanted witnesses to see a guy grabbing them down there. Even if it was this major slab of football player like Les Lubonski, big blond adult next to their firm youthful physiques.

"Man!" Jeff pulled away "you crazy?"

"We need the shot" Driscoe reminded them "third point for hand on dick remember?"

"We kinda jumpin ahead of shit aren't we?" Boo-Boo looked at Grunt, both remembering what else they saw on that list. All ten points? They really gonna do this?

"Damn..." Jack leaned forward again, Les' meaty grip of his dick again, the flash going off. Driscoe got a great shot of that hand on Jack's dick, his wedding ring and that one small tattoo on his hard shoulder pumping away. When his other hand returned to Jeff's perfect dick, he did not pull away. And there was one final pic of Jack's hand reaching out and grabbing Les' thick beercan hardon in return. The camera got it all.

"Now that was totally gay" Jack admitted to the group and sat down.

"No one needs to yank me" Ollie stood up, his uncut hardon more tapered than Jack's, the small head barely uncovered by the tight foreskin. But the rest of it shaped like a fat torpedo. Man he was as hard as when he was lying in that bathtub before. Driscoe got several pics from the front and side "I can't get any harder."

"Dude don't that pull back?" Jack was up again, skinning himself a few time "like this, see?"

"You're lucky yours is loose" and Ollie just reached over and was about to grab Jack when he realized what he almost did "sorry... I... er..."

"It's cool y'can give it a quick feel" looking at the other guys "not like it never happened right?"

Ollie's hand touched Jack's hard cock, a cautious tug and the skin was tugged all the way forward. As soon as he released his grip, the foreskin retracted by itself, Jack was that hard.

"Yours don't do that?" and then Jack's hand went to Ollie's dick, not asking for permission. His tight grip also pulled the skin forwards, feeling the tightness over the head. Ollie hissed as the tip of his shiny head was rubbed, yet when Jack's hand was removed the skin barely budged "you can't pull it back? How you clean it?"

"Like this" Ollie's hand gave it a gentle tug and the head popped free. But the tight foreskin formed a tight constriction behind the crown, almost like a cockring. And if Ollie's head was red before, now it was almost shiny purple.

"Man look at that" Jack's hand back on Ollie's dick, flashes continuing to record this exchange "wish mine did that."

"I can't keep it like that long" pulling the skin forward again with a certain amount of effort "it really hurts after a while."

"Can imagine."

"Okay if you two are finished comparing dicks" Driscoe looked at who was left "Pat?"

"Call him Butthead" Grunt let out a deep booming chuckle.

"Man the camera again" Driscoe stood up, still naked from the waist down, his reddish-blond pubes not as hairy as Les a few feet away. His uncut dick was not hard, but with that sausage it did not need to be "Jackson, Stevens, you're up."

"Coach?" Boo-Boo sat there, in no hurry to stand again. Showing his bare ass once was enough. But this?

"Call me Driscoe, every else does."

"Okay Driscoe... what...?"

"Both of you big boys on your feet. Move it!" and that was a tone neither refused. They both got to their feet and flanked the coach. These two were big but Driscoe was BIG!

"Okay here's the play" he looked at Pat "go on, there's a thousand pics you can store in there. Take some like this" and big naked Boo-Boo Stevens stood there next to this major star. He wished he could get a copy and frame it, Boo-Boo Stevens almost shaking hands with none other than Bill Driscoe, former Packers star. The clothing situation would have to be corrected "move those hands both of you. Now!" and as soon as those two crotches were exposed, there was another flash, then two more "okay I'm the only one still wearing anything here" Driscoe tugged at his top still covering his barrel chest "you guys need this off to complete the set of naked pics right?"

"Yeah I guess" Boo-Boo "what about it?"

"Only way this comes off" pulling up the bottom "is after I jack you two meatheads hard" waiting for that to sink in "and you return the favor."

"You are trippin!" Grunt took a step back "you think I'm gonna - "

"All points gotta be done by all dudes in the room" Les reminded them "so far I been a real sport here" slapping his dick a few times with the back of his hand "there are hundreds of chicks would do anything just to see half of this. See me total naked? Hell they'd sell their kids for that! And hard like this?" again a slap and a bob "you can just imagine what they'd do."

"They'd spread right?" from Ollie.

"They'd bend over and never look back" Driscoe laughed "like that married couple?"

"Shut up about that!" Les leaned against the wall "I almost got my butt suspended for that one" seeing Boo-Boo's eyes bug out, Grunt trying to be cool but fraying around the edges "you guys work on your points, maybe I'll tell that one."

"Even I never heard the whole thing" Driscoe stood there rubbing his hands up and down his full stomach under the shirt "only parts. And fuck Lubonski, you tell me all your shit."

"This one's kinda intense okay?" looking at the two beefy guys flanking Driscoe "if you two show me you can handle a real REAL adult story and maybe I'll tell ya what a horny dog like me gets up to after too many drinks. I mean I don't get blasted when two bimbos start rubbing their hands all over my bod in a bar, but this was like a husband and wife okay?"

"You went home with a married couple?" Boo-Boo gulped hard "a big important dude like you?"

"Let's see you're old enough for this one. Let's see you grab Driscoe there where he's most proud. And let him do you just like it. And you!" looking at big Grunt "you shy about grabbin dick, then give those nasty hairy nads of his a few feels. Bounce them in that big fat palm of yours. And when he does the same to your boys you just let him, got it?"

"This is the NASTIEST shit I ever heard" but Grunt Jackson, two-thirty pounds of bulk and muscle felt Driscoe's hand cradle his purple nuts. He tried to pull away but realized this was gonna happen. All the shit he fled from last night, all the nasty-ass bullshit down in that gym before, it all come back to bite him in the ass. Or in this case the nuts. He grunted and closed his eyes, the big football stud tugging and scratching all the right places. If it wouldn't have felt so freaky nasty it would have felt awesome. The flash in his face was like a bitch slap! He was not only fucked, but he was getting his nose shoved in it now.

Once Boo-Boo felt that famous hand on his cock it was all over. He boned so fast he was afraid Driscoe would call him out, because this was as gay as it got. And Beau "Boo-Boo" Stevens, owner of the biggest collection of downloaded porn in his county, straight, gay, mixed, you name it, he had it.

He wondered if that's why his dickhead was crooked, like he snapped it one night after his - he wished he had somebody to brag to about it - his sixth orgasm that night! Luckily he had Regional Semis after that and all that hard physical activity gave his dick time to recover. Okay maybe he didn't break it that night, it was plenty crooked before but the thought was always there. Boner Boy Breaks Cock in Marathon Jack-Off, he could imagine the headlines. He would have laughed but was too busy feeling himself very very hard and then Driscoe's hot fist came away as the flash went off. And another when his own fist struggled to get around that huge uncut tube in turn. He gave it a few tugs, clueless how to handle another guy's meat. This was going to be rough. But the way Driscoe's shirt went flying told Boo-Boo he was doing something right. Or else it was the tug-of-war he and Grunt were having with each other's balls. Man it looked like one of them would be leaving a eunuch the way they were really going at it. After the thousandth time the flash went off in his face, or in his crotch, Boo-Boo decided to ignore it. But his stiff battering ram with the bent head was telling him this was it; this was maybe his first and last chance to do all those things he saw those people doing in those sites. His hand went to Driscoe's balls, forcing Grunt's hands away. Grunt was happy to yank his paw away from that warm nasty wrinkled hairy skin, this scent of Driscoe's crotch clinging to him. But Boo-Boo was really getting off on touching that warm and moist area beneath those major nads, the area between those gigantic hairy thighs even better. When he felt Driscoe's hand on his balls as well he knew he was heading in the right direction. Or more like sliding down the right pole, greased and spinning.

"Oh... oh... fuck..." Boo-Boo let slip, knowing most of the guys could hear it "fuck I admit it, somebody working over your balls feels something awesome!" any caution left was shrinking like a ruptured balloon "stud! Les! tell us about those two taking you back to their hotel room. Now!"

"Fuck it looks like we got three horned up studs now" Les stood there, the occasional yank keeping him in peak condition, but he could see those shaking hands trying to work the camera too. And with both hands occupied, that Butthead Ericksen could not hide his spontaneous hardon growing between his legs "guess these guys, these men! are old enough for this" seeing Boo-Boo's runaway hardon. But he knew getting Driscoe in that same state would cost them. And that big thick black kid Grunt, yeah, his thick cut meat was getting some nice slow tugs and rubs from Driscoe's other hand "yeah you two getting all horny now ain't ya? See what happens when your dick is callin the shots? Find yourself doin shit you never thought you'd do. Like when this couple starts getting all friendly with me in the lounge right? Hell, they're just a couple of football groupies making the play with this old banged up football player right? So when she starts rubbing her leg against mine, like I'm gonna stop her? Even if her hubby's right there. But he's all buddy-buddy talking plays and player trades like his wife ain't got her hand on my leg then. I know this is gonna go down when he reaches over and unbuttons the top two buttons on her blouse! Like we're in public and she's showing her tits every time she leans forward? When her fingers graze my crotch a few times I tell them 'we better take this someplace less public' and she laughs saying she knows just the place. Next thing I know I'm doing two more shots and we're out of there. But we ain't going to their room, she decides she wants a little walk on the beach to clear her head, she says. Like I'm gonna agrue right? We're walking down the beach, hot night so there's other people around until we get to the end of our hotel's beach and climb over some rocks, all of us slipping and falling into each other. Yeah, by the time we're in this semi-private cove her breasts are out and she's groping me in front of her husband like he ain't there" seeing he hit a nerve because Grunt was filling fast. And the kid had a nice one, thick and man was it getting long. If he kept filling out he and Driscoe might have to fight for Top Cock position "she had these big high tits, yeah they were probably not all her but seeing those big tits in the moonlight like that, and next thing I know hubby is stripping off his clothes next and he's jumping in the water, his bare ass bouncing as he dives in head first. By the time she has me naked too I'm hard and ready to fuck her crazy, husband or no husband."

"You'd do that?" Jeff was all but beating off listening to this "fuck her right in front of -"

"Fuck yeah" he started matching Jeff's rhythm, knowing he was seeing him masturbating now "once I get hard and horny I do fuckin ANYTHING!"

"Keep going" yeah Grunt was enjoying the story "you fuck her? You fuck her pussy?"

"She drags me into the water, fuck she's literally pulling me by my dick! until we join up with hubby who's standing with the water up to his waist. The dude is all smiles but I think it's because she's playin with his black meat with her other hand."

"He's a bruthah?" Grunt was so hard it was painful to watch. Driscoe's hand was giving those balls a feel now and again, but only grabbing that Grunt's dick to push his hand from it. The camera took a few pics only at Driscoe's insistence. But even with two hands playing with his uncut dick, Driscoe was the only one not completely boned by this point.

"Yeah, big black buck" Les made a point of having Grunt see him look at his crotch "like you. She's a hot sexy Cuban or Puerto Rican bitch, big tits, tight buns, perfect smile yeah, she's got me all hot I wanna do her right there. So hubby is all smiling cause she's feelin him good under the water. When I push my hand towards her shaved pussy, his fingers already there. 'Sorry man guess I'm just drunk' I try, and he says 'ain't no law says nothin about it' and then we're both feelin her up everywhere. Then her hands at my dick and it's ready to shoot off in her hand. We're standin there, hands everywhere then I see both her hands rubbing his smooth pecs and there's still a hand on my dick! It's the hubby's! 'Whoa dude I ain't ready for no bi shit' I try and then he's like 'it's cool we're all down here' and his hand is back feelin my boys and what the fuck my hand was in his wife's pussy right? Next thing we're all rubbing each other. Everywhere. Y'get my meaning?"

"You like makin out with both of them?" Grunt was shocked but his dick was really into it now.

"Hey I'm drunk, she's practically jumpin my bone right in front of him, he's cool with all this so fuckit why not?"

"You fuck her? Right there?" Jack was living up to his name. Butthead's hand was keeping himself big and hard.

"Soon as we realize we're all on the same page we take it back to the beach, hell our clothes are still there right?"

"Then what you do horndog?" even Driscoe was interested now. Enough that Boo-Boo's hand was having a nice effect on that cock, milking it downwards and getting another inch out of it. But it was still hanging down, the same length as Grunt's sticking out and to the side.

"What could I do? My tongue was in that pussy so fast she never knew what hit her. As soon as I got her nice and wet I felt it. Somethin warm on my hard dick too. Her hubby was blowing me! Right there on the beach! Man I thought I was gonna blow my load right there but I guess I was drunker than I thought. All I know is my dick wants in her hole fast and with him pressed against us I crawl up her and my fat dick is stretching her before she has a chance to adjust to it. I even start kissing her totally forgetting about hubby until our faces come apart and then he's shoving that black hard meat into her mouth. Man talk about a show! So when he pulls out and shoves it into my face - "

"No fuckin way Lubonski" Driscoe's hand on those two crotches next to him stopped "no way you sucked dick! And no way on a public beach!"

"Dude I was drunk" he looked at the guys "my dick is buried deep in his wife's pussy, what could I do?"

"Stop?" Bonehead was too busy pulling his hardon he forgot he was still holding the camera "beside I know this is all bull, you're makin this all up! Big footbal stud like you don't suck dick, even if the other guy did."

"Stand up Pat" Les ordered.

"Why?"

"Gimme the camera" and Pat turned it over as he stood. He was so hard it looked almost artificial. Les took a whole series of pics of that "go stand next to Jackson there" which he did. Les got a few pics as their hands strayed to each other's hips, then thighs, finally hard dicks "okay better get this right only doin it once" and before the guys could react Les Lubonski, all blond and hard dropped to his knees in front of Pat.

"What are you doing?" Driscoe was shocked, knowing what he might do next.

"I'll prove it" looking up at Pat "you better get this pic or you're gonna fuckin regret it. You ready?"

"For what?" Pat looked down at the huge horned guy on his knees in front of him, in front of his hard cock.

"That camera ready? Take my pic like this" Pat lifted the camera and took a shot down Les' front, his dick sticking straight out "okay one more" and Les' mouth plunged down on that fat hard head and Pat the Butthead almost went through the roof!

"Take the fuckin picture!" Driscoe barked. Somehow Pat lifted it up and pointed it, the flash going off as much a surprise to Pat as anyone else.

"Now ya believe me?" Les rocked back on his feet "big fuckin football jock sucks dick. If I can do it any butthead can. Get the camera ready cause here it goes" and Les leaned over and half of that hard black tube was choking Les next, Pat only getting the shot after another bark from Driscoe.

When it came time for him to kneel in front of Driscoe, he would have none of it.

"Ya ain't suckin my dick, you nuts?"

"No just horny and needing to push this show along now" Les looked into Driscoe's crotch "you tellin me that monster don't like getting blown?"

"That ain't it" Driscoe looked at the guys, most shocked but all very turned on now "that point is only gotta put your mouth on one other guy's dick! Not suck off the whole room!"

"Well somebody's gotta get this thing hard" Les started rolling the rubbery tube around in his big hand "I don't hear anybody else volunteering."

"Damnit" Boo-Boo looked at Grunt "I know you're gonna rearrange my face for this, call me a fag if you want but" looking at Les kneeling almost in front of him "Coach stand up."

"Why?"

"Do it" and Les put his hand on Boo-Boo's hip for support and raised himself up. He might have been all muscles but Les was not the most limber person in the world. And it looked like those knees had seen better days "take the fuckin picture" he snarled at Pat and he crouched down and his mouth was filled with maybe half of that hard beercan sticking out of those blond pubes. Knowing it would not fit and seeing the flash go off, he pulled away and then his mouth was on the meat he really wanted to suck. The foreskin-covered head of Bill Driscoe, stud football hero was in his mouth, and Boo-Boo was sucking it like crazy, even his tongue working around the opening, tickling the spongy flesh he felt inside. Even after the flash went off two, three, four! times Boo-Boo kept sucking as best he could, never having done it before, but shit had he ever done a lot of homework! He did not stop until it was gagging him and he pulled off. Driscoe was shiny and hard!

"Get the pic!" Driscoe barked before his long dick started drooping. Grunt could not help but stare; he was not Top Gun in the room any longer.

"Fuck when that thing finally gets hard" Grunt looked at their respective dicks as another flash went off "it gets fuckin huge!"

"All the blood leaves his brain" Les pulled Pat to his feet, giving his bare ass a good slap as he did. Yeah he heard the quiet fuck-yeah! from Pat when he did "now you fuckers better watch out! You think I'm a loose cannon once I get cranked up! This dude is worse!"

"Okay you horndogs" Driscoe looked at the room "short arm inspection."

"What's that?" Jeff asked.

"Line up and show wood. Now!" which is what they did. By this point they had nothing left to hide. A line of seven guys, all shapes all sizes lined up as Pat took the last pics. Then his hardon joined the line as Driscoe finished the series. Yeah they had their merit badges. One for "naked" one for "hard", one for "grab dick", not counting the one for "pissed". But to complete the "sucking" one, a few more needed to be on their knees.

"We only got fifteen minutes left you flunkies" Driscoe looked at them "you! Model boy!" pointing at Jeff "here!"

Jeff took a step towards Driscoe and as soon as he did Driscoe barked "get the fuckin pic" and he was kneeing and gobbling the third biggest dick in the room. After two flashes went off he jumped to his feet.

"Told ya he was cranked up now" Les looked at Jeff, smiling at his surprise.

"You next" Driscoe pointed at the floor "you get a choice. Which one of these slobs ya wanna suck?"

"What? Me?" Jeff looked around the room "c'mon guys! You know I ain't gay!"

"I am?" Driscoe was horny and on edge now "try that again!"

"No I mean..." he looked at Grunt and Boo-Boo "guys!"

"Hurry up we ain't even close to our ten points! And only fifteen minutes left? We wasted forty-five minutes on - "

"On your stories of your sexual conquests Lubonski, exactly" man was Driscoe getting more and more pissed. Like his butt was on the line or something "okay if you don't pick someone I will!"

"Okay..." Jeff got to his knees eyes closed "Boo-Boo."

"Me?" he got off his big ass "sure okay" and pressed his bent cock into Jeff's mouth. Jeff gagged and let him rub it up and down his tongue a few times and Boo-Boo was hard in seconds. Two quick flashes went off, Driscoe back in charge.

"Okay Ollie assume the position. Now!"

"Fuck that's it? First I let you guys piss and -"

"Who?"

"Fuck..." he hated to admit it but if there was one dick that was going in his mouth tonight it was "Coach Lubonski sir."

"You got it kid!" and that everhard was in Ollies's mouth just like that. The kid had tears running down his face but for what reason they did not know. After all it was a major ordeal to get his jaw wide enough to accomodate that thick shaft. Two quicks clicks.

"Next you!" and that finger went right between Grunt's eyes! The room gasped. They were going to see Grunt Jackson, the meanest biggest muthah suck a guy's dick! But who?

"Boo-Boo get back here" Grunt dropped to his knees "this only happens once got it?" and before big Boo-Boo was ready, that fat head was deep against Grunt's tonsils. And talk about grunting! Grunt went to town on that dick like it was his last meal. It did not take long before Boo-Boo's dick registered the shocking news; this mouth had tasted dick before! As soon as Boo-Boo's other brain registered that bit of news, his balls started churning and emptying.

"Fuck I'm cumming!" Grunt's hand whipped around Boo-Boo's dick and finished him off, his cum splattering all over Grunt's chin and down to that huge black chest, the white splotches in high contrast to that dark skin.

"Damn..." Grunt stood up fast "can't you hold it? Warn a guy, shit!" seeing how much was smearing down his front.

"I guess that won't count sorry" Boo-Boo's head was clearing, seeing his jizz all over his best friend. Talk about a huge mistake he'd live to regret. His ass was history now "Grunt, it was an ACCIDENT!"

"Everybody in the room shoots a load, yeah that'd be good for two points. Otherwise..." Driscoe looked at Jack next "not. You. Down!"

"Fine..." Jack looked around the room "Grunt!"

"Me?"

"Grunt we're outa time okay?" and Jack went over to Grunt and started sucking him where he sat. Two quick flashes and it was all over. Jack was not going to let the big black bruiser nut in him like like what happened before. He was choking just getting the head down and two flashes went off.

"Okay who's left?" Driscoe looked around.

"Butthead" Grunt yelled "if he gets to see me suck, then I'm gonna enjoy this."

"Fuck okay" he dropped to his knees "like I need a black eye right now. Boo-Boo!"

"What?"

"Put it right here" he pointed at his mouth.

"You crazy? I just nutted!"

"Do it!" and Boo-Boo did it. He knew once Butthead tasted the cum on his dick he would squeal like a schoolgirl and fly out the window. But instead he started a hard expert sucking. And Boo-Boo's dick started swelling again even though he just came a few minutes ago. Yeah, we found another cocksucker in the room, his two brains were shaking hands. He was getting a healthy rhythm going deeper and deeper down that throat, two quick flashes going off and then the room went crazy! Standing by the open door was Crusher and Levon and the whole squad of the other room was pouring in. Boo-Boo stood there with his dick down a guy's throat. Totally busted!