The Exam

Chapter One Hundred and Two

Tuesday August 13

"If you are one of the billion-odd adult earthlings who possess

a penis, be prepared for some strange changes - soon. Thanks

to a few quiet developments on several different scientific

fronts, the future of masculinity is very much in question..."

Howard Feingold "Excursions to the Far Side of the Mind"

"Okay guys inside" Bernan was acting like the display on the roof was some big unnecessary distraction if that "whatever it is it won't kill ya. Otherwise we'd be all electocuted already - "

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

"Yeah... musta been" Grunt was in a hurry to get inside as were most of the guys. They were up the stairs and into their respective rooms fast. But not fast enough to acknowledge they were as scared as they felt. But once they got to their rooms, seeing plastic bags hanging from each of their doors, then they had something tangible to fear.

Crusher watched "Boo-Boo" Stevens grab his 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.

"What is it?" Crusher turned and looked at the shocked faces of 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 as well as 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?" Carl 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 "this your idea?"

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

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

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

"We really gonna do this, huh?" Crusher heard his roommate, the big kid "Baby Huey" Jimmy something, "I mean what if - "

"We all must do it Guenther" and Bernan just peeled off his shirt, as did Les. Boy was that an eyeful. Seeing the stocky hairy blond coach contrasted next to the taller and less hairy Bernan, both in the top tier of the "most muscular" category was enough to convince them they meant business. And right now business meant sex! Les opened the door and they heard him go into the room opposite theirs.

"So what does it say? It can't be as bad as... y'know downstairs" Crusher looked at Jimmy, seeing him trying to hold it together. If Grunt looked spooked seeing those gremlins on the roof, poor "Huey" was as white as a sheet. And he was pale to begin with "what's it say?"

"It's... oh jeez... Coach?" Jimmy passed it to Bernan "you tell'm I sure as hell can't" and just like that Jimmy Guenther started stripping for bed. When he was naked the other guys were surprised he did not either go take a shower or curl under the sheets. The room was almost cool so Carl went over and closed the window. He suspected all these overheated bodies would soon make their tiny room more than warm enough.

"Jimmy?" Bernan fished out the camera and turned it on "you ready?"

"Fuck I guess" he stood there, hands behind his head. When the first flash went off, the guys stopped dead in their tracks. The second one and they were all jabbering and yammering all over each other.

"Guys, guys GUYS!" Bernan yelled so loud they must have heard him in the adjacent rooms. When they all quieted down they were probably right. Because they could hear the room next to them going postal as well "you had your chances remember? You could have made all the points you needed tonight, before in the auditorium, enough to wipe the floor with those wrestlers and baseballs players twice over. But you ladies just sat on your fat asses and acted too smug too delicate to do anything. Now we gotta do it the hard way."

"So Huey why you bare ass naked?" Carl almost said: again. For some reason, the teammante who never showed his ass naked before, now was like this big exhibitionist. Maybe he was just proud of the fact his micro-dick was not so micro anymore. It was still smaller than Carl's or most of the other guys on the team, but the way he paraded it around someone could get the wrong idea.

"We all gotta get naked" Jimmy answered it like it was the most obvious thing in the world "that's on that whole list of stuff we gotta do, right coach?"

"Maybe it might be better if you called me Bob tonight, Jimmy" and Bernan was peeling off his shoes and socks next. For Carl and Jimmy it was nothing unusual to see him bare-chested or even naked in the showers with them sometimes. One of the things Carl really liked about Coach was how he was able to juggle being a royal hard-ass one minute and their mentor and even friend the next. Carl thought the world of Bernan, and was completely baffled by everyone's reaction to him, especially after what happened Saturday. He had heard about the "party" at the Y moving to another, even kinkier, location afterwards. When he asked if it was as bad as what happened with Kroos at the Y they shut up fast. In other words, yeah and then some! And the more he pestered guys like Joel and Moose, the more tight-lipped they got. Finally Moose just belched "when yer older kid" in his face and that was it. Carl thought with all the bulking up he had been doing under Rocko's guidance, the others would stop treating him like a kid, even if he was only going to be a junior this year. He looked around the room feeling he was as much the kid they saw him to be.

"Coach? Me too?" Carl knew he could trust Bernan "I gotta get naked?"

"Yes Kroemer I'm afraid so. You all do" looking at the other guys.

"Just naked?" Mack looked at Crusher, knowing if anyone went ballistic now it would be that big dude. After the rough treatment he got last night when the strip poker game among the five of them got a bit "steep" it was Crusher who went off the deep end. The other guys, like Coach Bernan and this young guy Kroemer just retired to their beds and stayed out of the way. Today Levon was bragging how he fucked Crusher in the ass, but Mack knew that was just typical bullshit from the likes of Trenton. Mack didn't believe a word out of his mouth, especially not something like that! But when Mack saw Crusher limping today he had nagging doubts. He must have slipped in the shower or something. But no way he let himself get buttfucked! Crusher? A big mean-ass tank like him?

"For starters yeah" Bernan was more subdued now he had a roomful of guys looking to him for direction. He had to be careful not to spook the herd.

"You... uh..." Carl lowered his eyes "I mean it's just us guys right? And you just take the pictures?"

"Holy fuck Howie" big-shouldered tattooed Fred looked at his fellow teammate "it's 'The Exam' all over again."

"What you two talkin about?" Jerry and Tim looked at the two across the room. They also were from Iowa but a different division. And it sounded like that other division had been having issues similar to their own.

"Where's Coach Kramer? He can explain" Howie rolled his eyes "you warned me it would start up again."

"What would?" Tim needed to hear it from their lips now "what are you two talking about?"

"A little thing Coach called 'The Exam'..." Fred started.

"Anybody fuck up during practice" Howie looked at Coach Bernan "all this swearing's gonna cost us tomorrow, right?"

"No, keep going."

"Whoever the dude made the most mistakes during practice - "

"Even worse during a game" Howie wanted to get this out in the open once and for all. Something about these guys told him they might be able to handle this, not that anyone was totally shock-proof but...

"- had to submit to Coach's 'exam'. No no let me tell it" waving Howie to sit down "you had to stand... or kneel" nodding his head at Howie "yeah I'm gonna tell'm, in this yellow spot in the middle of the locker room. And guys draw cards, top five give you orders, stuff they made you do. If you didn't screw up REAL bad it was nothin worse than standing in your underwear and the guys would insult you and call you all sorts of fucked up names. Worse stuff and you had to do worse things. Stand naked, even jack off. Yeah, they gotta know Howie okay? I ain't the best football player okay? Sometimes I can't control my temper during the game and I do stupid shit, make stupid mistakes. So it wasn't bad enough I had to stand and jack off in front of all my teammates, but sometimes I had to suck them all off, and yeah" Howie looked miserable "let them take turns fuckin my ass. Some of the stuff got nasty, I mean really nasty. Use your imagination, and I hadda do it okay? But the worst were Coach Kramer's 'real' exams..." trailing off letting it sink in. While he continued to talk he was peeling off his clothes like Jimmy. When he was totally naked he finished "he made you stand naked like this, then his goddamn camcorder came out. Yeah the guys just stood around watching, when it was Coach's turn they could not get all involved. So yeah Coach" nodding at Bernan and his camera "go ahead this ain't nothin I ain't used to."

"What'd he do?" the other Iowan Jerry was bright red and biting his lip "Coach Kramer?"

"He did these things called 'exams' but it was more like the slowest most agonizing manipulations you could imagine. He would mash his hands all over your chest like, explaining to the team what each muscle was, how it worked, how to train it, every square inch of your body okay? EVERY square inch. By the time he got to your dick, explaining how all the plumbing worked, yadda yadda yadda, you were so hard you wanted to run off and pull your load bad. But then his 'private exam' started. Imagine standing in front of all your teammates, hard and leaking even, Coach is rubbing his hands everywhere, even rubbing lotion into your cock and balls until you are so wound up you are just begging him to pull your load right in front of all the guys. And when he sees you're ready to blow then he starts explaining how your asshole has all these nerves in it and yeah, it starts with his fingers up your ass, then he puts" Howie almost hiding his face "other things up there, not his dick! Jeez! but there were times he shoved dildoes and vibrators and heaven knows what else up there, all the while keeping you wanting to blow your load all over the floor, and he just keeps you right on the edge. Over and over until finally you can't stand it any more. Then when you finally just crumple he makes you..." looking at Howie "c'mon bud, this can't be worse! You have to convince one of the team to finish you off..."

"Finish you off? How?" Jerry felt his stomach give a loud lurch.

"You gotta talk one of the guys into... into fucking you. Right then and there. And once he's plowing your ass in front of the rest of the team, you have to... yeah it's the most humiliating thing you could imagine... you blow your cum all over the floor without touching yourself, that dick inside you just slams your cum out your cock" looking at Bernan taking a picture of his hard dick now "so is this gonna be like that? I gotta stand here and let you guys take turns on me?"

"No" Jimmy stood up after the story "it's all of us. We all gotta do it."

"Jimmy's right" Bernan looked at these guys. They were more ready than he was "one point for each thing everyone does. We make all ten in the hour we beat the room across the hall."

"THAT room?" Crusher freaked "Grunt's and - "

"Exactly" Bernan continued "whoever has the most points wins. If we both have all ten, and knowing Driscoe over there he does not like losing! then we compete against them for the final five points. All rooms making fifteen total points enter them tomorrow in the combined competition. All groups will be there, the baseball players, the wrestlers, everyone."

"But now we start with naked pics" Jimmy mentioned it like it was normal everyday rules. Like a card game "guys?"

"Coach this for real?" Levon looked at him, waiting for the whistle. Hell he would have stopped that story at least twice, like he needed to be hearing all that gay shit? He could not imagine his boys across the hall doing anything like this! Grunt? Doing sex shit? Yeah right! Hell, he was still worrying about what would happen when word got out about his trip up Crusher's butt. Not that he got his meat all the way in that dude's tight ass, but just getting the head in was enough for him to blow his jizz all over those nice big white butt cheeks. If there was one thing that got Levon boned it was white ass. And he could pretend that ass under his crotch was some freshman cheerleader, not another football player. But he could deal with it. At least until word got around. That was something else entirely. So Levon read the paper Coach Bernan handed him and tossed it back. Yeah, just what they were sayin, all right.

"You guys are somethin else" and he pulled his hoodie over his head, all his lean hard muscles on display. By the time he was as naked as that fat kid and the punker with the mohawk and the tats, he was getting his nerves under control. They wanna take pictures of my big uncut dick? Knock yerself out!

The guys lined up naked and some already boned. Carl even putting his arm around Jimmy, glad to display all his hard-earned muscles, using Jimmy almost like the "before picture". He might be the youngest but nobody was built like he was. He was not overly bulked, not muscle-bound like some of those bigger upperclassmen, like Jerry or even that Crusher next to him. But he could lift just as much as these dudes, and not break a sweat doing it. The only problem was all these muscles, all his hardness, took away from his dick. On one of the baseball players his cut five inches would look about average. On his muscled frame it looked puny. But he was still growing. He hoped.

Bernan took Carl's picture next, glad he was being so cooperative. He almost felt guilty having to put such a young trusting kid through this, not knowing his connection to Rocko. But seeing that almost hairless perfectly toned and muscled body, with that perfect young cut dick beneath those light brown pubes made this part go smoothly.

Next was Crusher, big and already showing some hair on his chest and belly.

Bernan wished this dude was on his team, he could be invaluable in getting them all the way to State. He was big and fast and a quick learn. The perfect athlete, Bernan thought. He let Bernan take several pics of his front and even his back, just like that little Carl stud muffin next to him.

He laughed at the phrase, something the cheerleaders would call a smaller cuter guy. One thing Crusher would never be called. So he enjoyed the attention Bernan was giving him, even if the crotch shots were a bit gay.

Mack was the one to show the most reluctance, Crusher noted. He always seemed to be like that. A friendly guy, but never one to hang out in the locker room before or after the game and just shoot the shit. Otherwise he was an okay bud. Once Crusher tried to best him in a drinking contest and never made that mistake again. Mack was shorter and not as thick as Crusher, but his shoulders and chest were kept big by endless hours in the gym. Crusher was just born big; Mack worked hard at it. Now as Bernan took pics of his naked body, Crusher felt it was okay to look. He was the other uncut dude in the room, unless Bernan was as well. His dark brown pubes looking a bit trimmed, so the hair on his legs looked even more pronounced. Mack caught him looking at his goods and whispered,

"Kinda stupid huh?"

"What?"

"This line up."

"Guess we gotta do it anyway" looking at that dick again. Crusher had seen a few uncut dicks before. But this was one of the few that had such a prominent, thick head under that foreskin. The ridge of the crown looked to be almost twice the width of the rest of his cock. And small balls to go with it. The pieces did not seem to match somehow.

"Weird dick huh?" Mack knowing exactly what Crusher was staring at.

"Kinda different is all."

Bernan was busy with pics of Levon's naked body while the two talked. Unless Bernan was bigger, Crusher could see that thing that was inside him last night was the biggest dick in the room. Unlike Mack next to him, Levon's tube was the same width from top to bottom, much to Crusher's discomfort last night. Not thick or fat, just a long hose with big balls to match. And if Crusher felt uncomfortable with those pics of his ass, Levon looked like he wanted to strangle somebody.

The coach finished with the four from Iowa, the two blonds Jerry and Tim, one stocky the other more of a running back, and a bigger dick, then that mohawked punk showing wood and not thinking anything of it. His friend Howie was built like a short Crusher, just round and thick, his short stubby knob almost lost in his brown pubes. But man did he have big balls!

"Okay I hope that wasn't too painful" Bernan put the camera down "Howie?"

"What?" he hated being singled out, already looking for the yellow marks on the floor.

"As you guys know we must all complete each task for the point" and then Coach Bob Bernan unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. The dude was commando! Now that was something Crusher never saw his coach do. But did he ever see him naked even?

Howie had to be reminded several times to take the picture. He was too busy looking Bernan up and down. The guy was tall, as tall as Crusher or Fred the punker. But compared to him they all felt outgunned. He was in great physical shape, not big and gone to beer bellies like some other coaches they could mention. And except for all the hair on his legs - yeah and his ass Howie had to take a pic of that too - he was almost smooth. There was a line from his navel down to his pubes, like he needed to draw any more attention to that long polish sausage hanging down there. It was not as thick as Levon's but man did he have him beat by more than a few inches. They felt like little kids next to him. Howie took the pics and handed the camera back to Bernan, now as naked as everyone else. Crusher noticed the room was plenty warm now.

"Guys you know what's next" Bob looked at Jimmy, seeing the weakest link.

"We can do this" he looked at Carl "I'm thinking we could kill two birds here if we just formed a circle..."

"Circle jerk huh?" Iowa Tim looked at Jerry "yeah this is more like home every minute" sharing a secret between the two.

"We all gotta grab some dude's dick?" Levon grumbled.

"Just do it" Mack grabbed his to get it rolling. For all his moaning and bitching Levon sure as fuck liked some dude playing with his dick. When Mack started rubbing those thick balls as well his bone started springing up fast.

"So which is it?" Jerry asked "first or last to cum."

"You guys sure know a lot about this shit" Crusher felt Mack grab his cock as well, then the young Carl's hand replaced it. Soon Crusher and Carl were trading hand jobs like best friends. When Carl shifted his attention to his teammate, big Jimmy, Crusher was almost disappointed. But his dick stood out red and hard, the occasional flashes going off.

"No, nobody should cum... yet" Bernan was walking around the perimeter, pointing and clicking. Soon he felt a hand on his own dick. Carl reached behind him and was playing with his fire hose "Carl?"

"C'mon Coach lemme okay?" he even spit in his hand and started slicking up that nice tapered head. It didn't stay tapered long as it started filling in Carl's hand "man Coach you are hung like a mule y'know that?"

"Yeah he probably figured that out by now" Levon grunted over at him "he ain't a little kid like you. How old are you?"

"Forty three" Bob felt a re-lubed hand on his cock and it was pulling up and out fast. Howie took the camera from him and soon the last pics of hard cocks and hands on cocks were done.

"Man if I look like that when I'm forty-three" Jimmy was trading hand jobs with Mack now. If Jimmy was amazed with how fat that cockhead got when Mack got hard, Mack was even more amazed how that little pencil filled out in his hand. Like Mack had a magic hand and everything it touched tripled in size.

Because Jimmy's cock was easily as big as his now. He never saw a dick grow so much. He had to get him aside and ask him how he did it. Or maybe his hand was magic. Too bad it didn't work on his own dick. But the way the chubby dude was all but worshipping what he thought was his malformed dick, who was he to complain "Coach you look awesome like that! Hell if I looked so good, if I had a monster like that I'd do porno" and Jimmy realized his mistake as soon as he said it. The way Coach Bernan jumped and pulled away from Carl's hand, Jimmy knew he hit a nerve. He did not need to say anything but knew it came back to Kroos. And those cameras. The realization hit so hard he started bucking.

"Jimmy don't cum!" Mack started slapping that big round ass, hoping his magic hand was not to blame. But Jimmy regained his balance, his dick still hard and no where close to orgasm.

"I'm fine, it just pinched a bit sorry" looking at Bernan "sorry."

"I know what comes next" and just like that Carl dropped to his knees, and started to run his lips around that spongy hard, warmly soft head. This was only the third cock he did this to, and definitely the biggest and the hardest. He was glad he did not have to bring the Coach all the way to cumming, because the thing would be all the way to his stomach before he could get him to do it. Not that his sucking was not trying.

"Yeah, this looks familiar" Jerry looked at Mack next to him, and needed to know if that big fat head could make it past his tongue. He dropped to his knees and gave it his best.

"Guys... guys... guys..." Bernan was panting, that Howie guy on his toes and taking the camera from Bernan and getting the pic of nowhere near all those nine inches going into Carl's mouth. Even after too many pics Carl would not stop. Only when Bernan had to yank him up to his feet, a quick suck on that iron-hard dick on Carl as a few more flashes when off, then Bernan was back on his feet "just trade off with your partner, I'll make sure I get everyone" and after a few retakes, Bernan had all the pics he needed. He almost had to bring out the whistle to make them stop "guys! okay!"

"Fuck I was close" Crusher brought that round stud Howie up to his knees. Howie was enjoying working on Crusher's big cut dick almost as much as Crusher was getting used to having a cock in his mouth again. But Howie's was perfect, just the right length and just the right hardness. If he was into dicks, this is one he'd like to suck on a regular basis. If for no other reason than to have this Howie blow him even more regularly. He had Crusher close twice and knew exactly when to stop and when to resume. No girlfriend of his was even one-tenth as talented "dude that was something beyond intense!"

"Glad you liked that" he tugged his hard cock "you ain't too bad yourself."

"Like I know the first thing about suckin a dick."

"Fooled me" and they started joining the other guys who were passing around towels and plopping down on one of the three beds, plastic bottles of drinks opening with small explosions all around them. When Crusher and Howie found themselves sharing the same bottle, Crusher reacted. Then realized both their mouths were in worse places. Soon they noticed some items Bernan was removing from his luggage. Even Crusher recognized a buttplug when he saw one. And the other things could only be dildoes. About three of them in various sizes.

"We gotta do the anal stuff?" Crusher jumped when he heard Howie next to him open his mouth.

"If we want the points yeah" Jimmy knew this was coming. Even without reading the paper before, even trying to ignore Levon and that big bodyslammer Crusher disappearing into the bathroom last night, Jimmy knew buttfucking was bound to show up. But not like this. Not in this room filled with guys, guys he was getting to know and like! and not with all the lights on and flashes going off in your face.

"You guys sort this out, I gotta piss" Levon was on his feet, tossing the empty bottle into the garbage can, no net.

"Wait!" it was the chunky blond Iowa Jerry "Coach?"

"Yes Jerry."

"Was that one really one the list? Guys pissin on each other."

"Not each other" Bernan checked the batteries in one of the dildoes. There was a loud brrring! and then it was quiet "just one guy. If he agrees, and everyone else agrees, they all piss on him."

"You guys think that's too nasty?" Jerry looked around. But his eyes settled on Crusher for some reason.

"Don't look at me" Crusher felt his dick give a lurch "I already had a shower."

"No... I mean..." he looked down "it was just a bad idea."

"Jerry?" his teammate Tim gave him the most curious look "you suggesting we piss... on... you?"

"Look I was just askin okay?"

"Yes or no!" Levon stood at the bathroom door.

"Okay... I mean... Coach?"

"Jerry?"

"We could use the point right?"

"That's entirely up to you... and the guys here."

"Fuck I'm doin this" he was on his feet and almost pushing past Levon to get into the bathroom. Like Otto in the other room, Jerry went into the tub and sat down cross-legged.

"Like that?" Levon stood over him "you want me to piss on you like that?"

"Yeah do it."

"Where? On your feet? Where?"

"Everywhere... okay? Y'get the idea now?" Jerry leaned back, his blond pubes like a bulls-eye. And that's where Levon unloaded. He pumped his warm piss all over Jerry's front, up to his chest and down past his knees, but most of it aimed right at the guy's crotch. He felt another naked body beside him and it was Bernan taking a pic. Before Levon finished Jimmy was squeezing his piss out onto Jerry's legs, more flashes going off. Then Levon finished and his hands were barely in the sink before Mack was there taking his place. Mack did not need to empty as badly as the others, but once he heard that sound, and knowing their point depended on it, his mushroom head was gushing piss out as well. Seeing all this yellow fluid flooding the guy beneath him he was a bit freaked to realize his dick was getting hard doing this. He never let himself get a bone pissing, knowing how bad that would look to someone standing next to him at a line of urinals, but this was different. Hell he was pissing on a guy! And it looked like Jerry was boning up as well before he turned over. By the time the rest of the guys joined, it was target practice at Jerry's crack. The two last ones were Crusher and Bernan, their two streams arcing into and around each other. For these two Jerry had turned onto his back again, and was openly jacking off as their hot piss splattered him in the crotch. Bernan took one last pic down at his own dick with a line of yellow hitting Jerry right above his hard red cock. And the look on Jerry's face went right to Crusher's cock. By the time Jerry was finishing pissing up onto his own chest, there were two, maybe two and a half hardons in that smelly bathroom. Crusher even took the camera from Bernan to get a shot of Jerry's piss arcing out of his hardon, almost hitting himself in the face. He and Bernan washed their hands together as the shower came on then left Jerry to clean up.

"You ever seen anything like that?" Crusher asked Bernan.

"Not that intense no" he hedged a bit. But not by much.

They rejoined the group who were trying to ignore the menacing time bombs lying on that one bed.

"How we do this?" Mack looked at them "cause I don't know nothing about this shit."

"We all gotta do this?" Levon looked at them. There were not enough to go around "there's only four muthahs there."

"Who wants to go first" Bernan stood there naked and damp.

"Lemme Coach" of course it was Carl volunteeering.

"You ever put anything up your backside before?"

"I let somebody" he looked at the floor "a finger once..." almost said: his finger once.

"Same idea, just bigger" Bernan hated to admit it but this was going to get him boned fast "get on your hands and knees on the floor" and Carl was down like a flash "just relax okay? This won't hurt if you don't fight it okay?"

"Hear that?" Crusher knew Levon was talking to him but he was not going to look and give him the satisfaction.

"Okay now relax" Bernan was crouching behind him, hiding his crotch as best he could. He squeezed some gel onto his fingers, clear not green a few guys noticed, and smeared it into Carl's almost hairless crack. His middle finger slipped in more easily than Bernan would have guessed. He slipped a narrow condom-like covering onto the smallest dildo, only slightly bigger that his thick finger, lubed it up and pressed it into the pink pucker. Carl hissed and groaned "owwwwwwww."

"That hurt?"

"No... fuck... just cold" he lied. When Carl felt it push into him, all he could think about was Bernan's giant cock doing this some day. Even when the thicker middle part of the dildo started stretching his tight hole he leaned back into it, just the way he saw Rocko and the third guy in their team demonstrate for him that one evening. That time Carl pretended he was freaked and tried to leave, fearing the two would pin him and rape him next.

But Carl was taking notes as fast as he could. So when this lubed plastic device pressed further in, he squeezed out and relaxed and then it was embedded in his hole. He leaned back as he saw a few flashes go off, hearing some of the muttered comments around him.

"Okay that's it, all done" and too soon the hard plastic was pulled out of him, the thick middle barely causing any discomfort. He staggered to his feet as Bernan handed him what looked like a used condom "clean up and flush that away."

"Be right back" Carl met Jerry coming out of the bathroom. Carl went in and flushed the limp thin rubber tube down the toilet. He stepped into the shower and rinsed himself off, his butt greasy but not dirty. Carl got an idea. He looked in the medicine cabinet and it was still there. A tube of lubricant. Maybe those two really were buttfucking in here last night, Carl frowned. He squeezed out a healthy amount of lube and started working it up his already loose hole. Soone he had as much up there as he guessed he could. He rubbed himself dry with his hands and patted his crack with some toilet paper. Clean but greasy. He was ready for what might be next.

He returned to the room and it was Jerry now getting the same blue dildo shoved up his behind in turn. And yeah Bernan was enjoying this, at least his dick was giving that impression. It took maybe another minute before it was in, the pic was taken, and the dildo was out. Jerry picked up his used condom with a grimace and fled to the bathroom.

"Coach?" Carl had to do this, even if he got in trouble "who's next?"

"Guys?"

"Can... I mean... I'll help you if you want..."

"Carl you serious?"

"Hey it ain't all that nasty. Besides you said we all gotta right?"

"Yeah I never thought that one through. You serious?"

"Yeah I'll do it" and if Big Bob Bernan didn't drop onto his hands and knees next. Carl knew he was going to spring the biggest boner once his lubed finger was in that hairy crack, almost betting with himself who would make the snide comment. Either Levon or Mack he guessed. He had that tight hole lubed before Bernan knew what hit him.

Carl found the box of those rubber condoms and slipped one over a dildo. But it wasn't the blue one, it was the red one. A bit bigger than the other, by half! The middle of this one was easily as thick as Bernan's own cock, perhaps in Crusher's range. Signaling the guys to be quiet he lubed up the sheathed dildo and pressed it against that hairy brown pucker. Bernan hissed "slow easy" and Carl leaned in close to see the head actually enter his Coach. It was the most amazing thing he ever saw, his cock throbbing to full hard all by itself. When it looked like Bernan was breathing more steadily Carl eased it in another few inches then eased it out. He was fucking Bernan's ass; he was fucking him with four inches of rubber dildo.

"Fuck... fuck..." Bernan groaned into the floor "damn that's tight..."

"Does it hurt?" he held his finger to his lips to silence the guys watching "should I take it out?"

"Lemme get used to it" Bernan breathed and twisted his ass around it a few moments "okay."

That was what Carl was waiting to hear. He resumed the forward and back motions, each time pushing it further in, each time getting closer to the fattest part stretching his rectum. When Bernan was leaning back into it Carl just slid it out and then rammed it home. It went past the ring with a big "humffffffhhhh!" from Bernan and then it was in. But Carl was not content with that. His lubed fingers started sliding up and down Bernan's cock, feeling it swelling and lengthening back to its full hard extent. When it was as big as Carl dared get it, he pulled it back and Howie did the honors of getting the permanent images stored away.

"Roll onto your back Coach" Carl was so aroused he knew he could wrap his greased hand around his own cock and just blow.

"Why?" Bernan groaned back.

"Do it okay?" and Bernan did it. As he did his hard cock came into view and the flash went off. Before Carl emptied his nuts he reached down and with a slow steady tug, the red tube was free of Bernan's ass. When the Coach looked down and saw the color, then the hard tube sticking out of Carl's crotch he was not sure if he should be pissed or something else. He picked up that larger dildo and waddled off to the bathroom, one last pic of him with his hardon leading the way, his hand full of rubber cock.

"He's gonna kill you y'know that right?" Levon looked at Carl like he was already dead.

"Yeah probably" Carl could not help but smile "but man was that something to see or what?"

"You sure got the balls to pull that off" Crusher admired the kid's guts "and the dick."

"Thanks" they heard the shutter click and Coach was back.

"Okay unless one of you horndogs wants this one instead" Bernan retired the red dildo "we go back to the blue. We only have another fifteen minutes so who's next?"

"Better be the fuckin blue one! I'm watchin!" and Levon submitted to the ordeal "you perverts better appreciate this" and in no time his hole was penetrated, the pic taken and he was sent to the bathroom with his limp friend. With maybe two minutes to spare Bernan managed to repeat the process for the rest of the group.

"Okay grab that briefcase" Bernan glared at Carl "guess I need to put your busy hands to work."

"Anything Coach" Carl picked it up having a good idea what it was "what's in here?"

"You'll see" grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist "dress code the same for all you horndogs. Let's go see what our bored neighbors are up to" and the group covered up and was out the door in no time.

"You two go in first" Bernan directed Crusher and Levon to open the door across the hall "you know these guys best" and that's what Crusher did. He and Levon threw open that door and barged in, mugging like it was a raid! But when he saw his super-straight teammate Beau "Boo-Boo" Stevens with his dick down Pat "Butthead" Ericksen's throat he did not know whether to laugh or choke. He heard the rest of the guys pour into the already crowded room behind him, somehow losing his towel in the melee. But judging by the way the rest of the room was bareass naked and making few attempts to his their hard reaction, Crusher's towel was a bit of overkill anyways.

"Damn Bernan don't you knock?" Driscoe almost dropped his camera.

"Time's up for your team" Bernan had never seen either of these two naked and hard before. He was glad he was wearing his towel, even if a long tube was showing down his front "cough it up Driscoe. Show and tell, show and tell."

"C'mon five more minutes" Les was covering up his own midsection now, as were some of the guys, especially Boo-Boo and Butthead. Crusher could only give them a big smile and shake his head. He saw Grunt give him a surprised look when the towel went flying but Crusher was enjoying this too much to let a little thing like a missing towel or showing dick get in the way of joining their private party now. The looks on their faces were worth the price of admission by itself. Even if practice tomorrow was going to produce more bruises than usual. Hell even a broken rib would be worth this!

Bernan was at their television set and connecting his lap-top from Carl's briefcase in spite of the growing objections from the two other coaches. After a drawn-out argument Driscoe surrendered his camera to Bernan and it was plugged into the lap-top. With a few rapid keystrokes the contents were downloaded, and with a few more they were watching a new kind of reality tv show. Naked Jocks on Parade, Crusher would have called it. But the slideshow was a major MAJOR turn-on. Even some of the guys started gathering around, waiting to see their own naked body on the tube next. At first there were the usual ribbings and comments. But as it went from naked poses, to hardons, then to handjobs and finally blowjobs, most of guys were quiet. And almost all were hard. Especially Crusher's roommates who had never seen these guys even naked before. Crusher stood there naked and hard himself, not bothering to cover up his reactions to seeing big hulking Grunt getting sucked off, or even more hot, sucking on a hard dick. Crusher's group was a bit surprised and shocked to see the similiar scene in the bathroom tub with piss flying everywhere. Jerry was looking at Ollie for the longest time before Ollie figured out why. Talk about a major eye-opener for both of them. But the capper for Crusher was seeing Boo-Boo blow his load all over Grunt's face and chest. Never in a million years would he have imagined big fierce Grunt with a dude's jizz running down his face. There was a time not long past Crusher's reaction would been to run down the halls and blackmail him to everyone who would listen. That time was gone. Now it was the idea of Crusher's own cum running down that same big muscled chest. Or even more interesting, Grunt's cum on his chest! Yeah, whole new day was dawning. For all of them. If they could handle the bright sunshine and not run whimpering back into their little sheltered burrows. Crusher knew he couldn't. Ever again.

"Okay ya happy seein that now?" it was Boo-Boo glaring at Crusher and Levon, waiting for the devastating shattering comments.

"That was fuckin awesome!" Crusher replied instead "I woulda paid real money to see that live!"

"Funny Knullson" Grunt wasn't buying it "I saw how sick that looked."

"Fuck no!" Crusher did not want this to go sour "that was easily the hottest, more bone hard horndog thing I've seen since MaryBeth did her show for the troops!" referring to one of the cheerleaders one of the guys somehow conned into doing a striptease in the locker room after one of the games. When she realized they were not going to jump on her and fuck her silly, she did the only thing she could. She fingered herself until collapsed in a pool of jelly in front of them. She was so into her own orgasm she had not the least clue a large number of the guys were going to have to change their underwear, the chlorine bleachy smell not coming from the showers this time.

"Yeah that was fuckin hot!" Boo-Boo was one of those who creamed their pants.

"And THAT was even hotter!" Crusher pinned them in a corner. They avoided his gaze but did not argue.

"Not a whole lot of points there guys" Bernan knew he had them beat. All those dildoes were going to trump that one nut from Boo-Boo.

"You got better?"

"Watch!" and then it was the other room's turn to watch Crusher and Crew's version of the Naked Jocks on Parade Show. When they saw Bernan's "short arm" inspection they knew they were sunk. The circle jerk images only confirmed it. And when the dildoes came out, and the two coaches saw the switch Carl pulled on Bernan, there was some soft chuckles. And harder cocks. The second slide show took a bit longer. And this time when Jerry looked at Ollie, he knew exactly why. Their eyes were almost locked on each other.

"We gotta add up the points or you guys admit defeat" Bernan tried to beam, but the tube in his towel was doing all the talking.

"Look, we just need more time okay?" Les looked at his room "I'm sure we could..."

"Yeah in a week" Levon looked at Grunt "you dog."

"But neither of our rooms made all the points" Driscoe narrowed his eyes at Bernan "so now what?"

"We could..." Bernan knew the night was slipping away fast "help each other out."

"Help each other?" Les smelled something funny. And it wasn't a fart "like how."

"First, you admit we beat you fair and square" Bernan folded his firm arms over his muscled chest "you concede our five winning points..."

"How's that gonna help us?"

"We both finish up the unfinished points... together" Bernan wanted to unveil his body to these two and see them squirm "but on our terms."

"Your terms? What's that mean 'your terms'?"

"Simple" Bernan looked at his group "you guys still horny?"

"Still?" Carl looked at him "we ain't gotten off once yet!"

"Okay here's the deal" Bernan looked at the two coaches "we take our five points, claim victory and that's it. Or we both get all our ten points and we both enter our fifteen points tomorrow."

"In exchange for what?" Les could only imagine.

"Like I said on 'our terms'. We call the shots."

"Like how?"

"Your room" Bernan tugged at the towel "takes orders from our room."

"Takes orders?"

"We tell one of your guys to do something, then they do it" Bernan had them now "we both get the points for it. Otherwise we win, and you're shit outa luck."

"That's blackmail" Les could see it unraveling.

"That's the deal, take it or leave it."

"Guys you realize what he's asking here?" Driscoe hoped to nip this in the bud fast.

"Yeah I realize it real good" Jack looked at Bernan, or rather what the towel was not hiding well "he tells me to suck his cock. I gotta suck his cock. No questions asked."

"You okay with that?" Les could not believe what he was hearing "you would never agree to - "

"But we still make points right?" Boo-Boo looked at Crusher "right?"

"We both make points" Crusher answered him "but I say how" looking at Grunt next "and who."

"We ain't got no choice in this" Grunt looked at the other guys. It was not a question, it was a statement.

"Of course you got a choice" Driscoe knew what they were bargaining for here. Their ass in a sling!

"I say do it!" and it was Jeff speaking up "if we don't we all lose to those nasty punk-ass wrestlers tomorrow right? If we don't make some points here soon and not jaw away the whole night we're going down to the other teams. Besides..." looking at the new arrivals "if I gotta do this kinky sex shit I'd rather do it behind closed doors instead of up on stage with the whole world watching, right?" looking at his roommates "right?"

"Big lotta good it does" Grunt lowered his head "but yeah..."

"Anybody say no?"

"Fuck..." Ollie looked at Jerry "I already let you buttmunches piss on me, what could be worse?"

"Whole lotta things" Les could see those things parading before his eyes already.

"And if we don't" Jack at it again "like all we done so far is like for shit anyways, right?"

"Pretty much" Grunt nodded, knowing Crusher's eyes were on him.

"So how we do this then?" Ollie knew it was going to go down. And go down bad.

"Five more categories, well four for our team" Bernan was proud of his guys "everyone must complete. After that, bonus points. Only one person - or two as the case might be - who has to earn the point for his room. But now..." looking at Driscoe "we decide who does what. You agree or not?"

"I don't wanna lose my points I agree" Ollie's hand went up. Slowly one by one, heads down and hands up the pattern went around the room. Only guys left were Driscoe and Les.

"This is so much blackmail" Driscoe was really pissed.

"Your guys are agreeing" Bernan looked at him "you two back out now, you basically are stabbing them in the back. Bad example to set..." looking at Les "coach."

"You set us up" Les saw the slide show loop around again. No, they set themselves up. Too much time arguing and screwing around. Not enough getting the job done.

"So you two in or out?" Bernan left it there, knowing they had little choice. There were caught between their own roommates and Bernan's group.

"Damn..." Les looked at Driscoe "yeah they win."

"We're fucked" Driscoe shook his head, hoping nobody heard him. But the thought was already around the room.

"So how we do this?" Ollie looked at Jerry "who does what now?"

"You guys gotta finish your next point" Bernan looked at Carl "go get our plastic friends. And everything else."

"Right Coach" and Carl sped out of the room.

"You talking about those things up the butt?" Boo-Boo looked at Crusher "didn't that hurt?"

"Not like it could" Crusher had him, had them both, by the short hairs "like Coach said, one of our team decides how you two gonna have it."

"No way" Grunt rolled off the bed "you ain't stickin any kinda stuff up my ass!"

"Remember you guys admitted you lost" Crusher did not want to start a war. He wanted... fuck! The thought hit him like a mallet between the eyes! He could buttfuck either of them! Both of them if he wanted! Even... make them fuck him! Anything! Anything sexual he could make them do now! Crusher could see the shock of recognition in Grunt's eyes, thinking the same thing.

"C'mon Crusher! Craig!" hell Grunt never used his real name unless he wanted a HUGE favor "we're teammates. You can't be thinkin about..." he couldn't say it.

"Leave it up to you" Crusher knew what he wanted, just not sure how to get it "but you know the next thing is something plastic up your chute. You want the small blue one like I got up my asshole? Or you want the red one, the bigger one? Cause that's gonna make taking a real dick up you a lot easier."

"You threatening to stick your cock in me?"

"Me? Mack? Tim? It'll be somebody, right Coach?" Crusher had read that much "because the other - the next thing we ALL gotta do is take a real dick up the ass. Ain't that right Coach?"

"He's correct" Les shook his head "that's the next group point."

"But how? Who? Who decides who -"

"We do" Crusher answered simultaneously with Bernan "we won remember?"

"C'mon Craig give us a break here!" even Boo-Boo was begging for favors "you can't be serious."

"First things first" Crusher directed Grunt's eyes towards what Bernan and Carl were laying out on a towel on the floor "blue or red Grunt? I don't think you want that black one unless you're thinking about taking on Levon or Coach there" Crusher shook his head "those two packin the really heavy artillery here. So unless you wanna go there, I suggest blue or red. I'm a pal I'll let you decide."

"Decide? What's t'decide? We're talkin about shovin things up asses here!

You ain't that crazy!" Boo-Boo was running out of appeals now.

"You guys wanna see those pictures again?" Crusher was watching those two tug their towels around them again and again. At first they were a bit freaked when Crusher made no attempt to cover his own naked body. To make his point he started playing with his cock like it was a distracting hangnail. But it was getting bigger than a distraction, at least for Grunt and Crusher.

"Knullson since when you so cool with all this fag shit?" Grunt thought that would be a wake-up slap to the face for sure.

"Craig you ain't a fag" Boo-Boo tagteaming.

"Fuck no" waving away Bernan's objection "but if you meatheads half as horny as everyone in this whole place seems to be, I know you would like nothin better'n gettin your nut tonight. Like several times right?"

"Yeah, with chicks!"

"Ain't no chicks here" Levon looked at them "but from what I had me so far, some of these blow jobs and" yeah he drilled right into Crusher "ass makin me rethink this whole guy stuff."

"Trenton you smokin somethin?" Grunt saw a loophole "Coach, these dudes been takin drugs? Ain't that grounds for -"

"Nobody's taking drugs here" Driscoe looked at Bernan "we have chaperones in each room and - "

"Lotta good's doin if these dudes suckin dick'n worse!" Boo-Boo was at the end of his playbook "Grunt?"

"C'mon Craig..." Grunt looked at him "we're pals here! Can't we work somethin-"

"We just did" Crusher was scratching his balls like he had no witnesses "red or blue... pal?"

"I mean it Knullson!"

"Same here" Crusher was so going to enjoy this "we all agreed. Now which is it?"

"This is so fucked!"

"No... that comes later. Blue or Red?"

"Fuck... okay... the red y'fucker!"

"Okay lose the towel and on the floor on your back" Crusher was getting good at this. He had the red dildo sleeved and lubed before big two-thirty pound Grunt Jackson had the towel off his forty-four waist.

"Aw c'mon Grunt everybody's seen it already okay?" Jack got up and sat down next to Boo-Boo, his towel almost open in front. But like he said, most of them had seen it, either in the flesh or on the tv.

"This is SO fucked" and big Grunt Jackson lay down on his towel, his big soft cock and tight balls flopping around like crazy "on my back?"

"You got it, now bend your knees and lift them up."

"Like you're gonna fuck me? Is that it?"

"I ain't... yet" Crusher whispered the last part, and winked so Grunt did not fly off that floor "but this is" and before Grunt had time to brace himself, a lubed cold finger was tracing around his brown pucker "just relax and keep those knees up. Big strong dude like you, you got leg muscles to spare. Now take a deep breath and EXHALE!" and as he did, the finger went in deep!

"Oh FUCK!" Grunt clamped down fast "get that outa me!"

"It's staying in until you relax got it?" Grunt wanted to pull away from that treetrunk inside him but his head was already smashed against one of the beds. When he had put up enough fight and when the second finger slid in as well, he allowed the blunt end of the dildo to replace those fingers. Grunt could have been in really deep shit if Crusher had spilled the beans, if he had let slip just one comment about how loose Grunt's hole was down there. But Crusher went along with the game, and Grunt knew he really owed him now. Grunt was never going to admit to anyone he and Boo-Boo had been trading fucks for about a year now, something that started by accident one night when the two got very drunk and ended up passed out on Boo-Boo's bedroom floor. Somehow Grunt woke up in the middle of the night with a bass drum banging in his head and a hand around his dick. When Grunt staggered off to the bathroom downing every pill that might work he had to consider the implications of this. His main ally, the dude who always covered his ass on the field and off, was a fag? Grunt knew a brawler like Boo-Boo could not be like that. He sat in the dark bathroom until his head started to feel the marching band receding into the distance, "You okay in there?" he heard Boo-Boo's voice through the door. "Be right out" and Grunt flushed and made his way back through the black debris-scattered bedroom. Soon they were side by side again "look, about..." but Grunt didn't wanna talk about it. Instead he threw his arm around Boo-Boo's big stomach and pretended to snore. What the fuck, Grunt told himself, this is Boo-Boo okay? and his hand slid down lower. When it found the damp pubes it also found a very hard cock. Grunt pretended to snore, his hand "accidentally" grazing that thing, amazed how big Boo-Boo got when he filled out. This time when Grunt again felt a hand around his dick, he just lay there and snored. Even when he felt his meat turn to hard steel he snored. Even when that hand started a real intense tight jacking, he snored. Even when he filled Boo-Boo's hand with his week's worth of cum he snored. The next night when it was a mouth instead of a hand, Grunt snored. After the third night of Grunt's snoring, Boo-Boo decided to shut him up by turning around in that bed and stuffing his cock into that snoring mouth. But Grunt continued to pretend to snore, even when he was sucking on Boo-Boo's hard dick. Even when coughing out Boo-Boo's cum, he snored. The next week when Boo-Boo crashed at Grunt's place, and somehow Grunt's cock "accidentally" wedged itself deep into Boo-Boo's crack and then found his already-greased hole, Grunt snored. And the next week when Boo-Boo's cock "accidentally" found itself slamming hard into Grunt's already stretched hole, Grunt snored. The second night he tried that stunt Boo-Boo just laughed at him and told him to knock it off, he knew he was awake. The next two nights when someone "accidentally" found a cock in their butt, Grunt tried to snore but Boo-Boo was laughing too hard. After that there was no more need for the "snoring".

So Crusher kept his mouth shut about how easy even the bigger red dildo slipped into Grunt's thick butt. Crusher was no sadist; he made sure that big black cock was nice and hard by the time the thick middle was pressing through his pucker. For good measure Crusher pushed it in and out a few times, seeing that cock throb in his fist. When it was plunged deep Crusher saw several flashes over his left shoulder. Man, it was one thing to be on all fours with that end sticking out of your ass; it was something else to be on your back with your legs spread and your dick hard when the camera captures that moment. As soon as they got the shots, Grunt's plastic friend was sliding out.

"Flush this away and get cleaned up" Crusher handed the dirty used sleeve to Grunt and sent him to the bathroom "okay Boo-Boo y'know the drill now."

"You gonna do everybody?" Les looked at Driscoe holding the camera, his towel not hiding much.

"Nope, just my bud here" Crusher looked at him "then whoever of you sexed-up dogs wants to do the rest of the room up to them. Now that we ain't racing the stopwatch I just wanted this to be a real nice time for my buds here, right Boo-Boo?"

"C'mon Crusher I saw what you did to Grunt there" maybe one or two others beside Crusher could hear him.

"I don't know what yer talkin about... Beau" yeah, Boo-Boo knew he was in deep shit. Crusher only used his real name when he really screwed up bad "so red like Grunt here or..." whispering in his ear "you like black poles up there" and Boo-Boo almost did a back flip! "I ain't dumb just because I play ball with dumb fucks okay? I ain't blind. I shut up about it and we get you nice and stretched out for the main event. Because when it happens and you ain't all screaming and rippin it's gonna be hard to explain right? This way it looks like I opened that hole just tonight, y'hearin me Beau?"

"Ah... er..." it felt like all eyes were on him, but in fact most were glued to the tv screen. Either force of habit or else the reruns were more interesting than usual. But Crusher did have a way of whispering low so only guys with super-hearing could understand. Like Boo-Boo.

"Okay you holdin all the cards" Boo-Boo dropped the towel already half-hard, and lay on his back in the same spot on the floor, still warm from Grunt. He hooked his big mitts under his knees and lifted "start with the red... then... make something up..."

"You got it Boo-Boo" and Crusher applied another sleeve to the other dildo, the black one ready to go. Again Boo-Boo made a big display of whining and groaning with the pain when the red dildo forced its way into his loose rectum. Several flashes went off and Crusher withdrew it.

"I think it's broke or somethin" Crusher yanked the sleeve off the red one and tossed it onto some paper towels "Coach can I try the other one?"

"The blue one?"

"No the black one" Crusher said, hearing the gasps from several areas "just for example okay?"

"Won't that hurt him?" Les was all concern for a change.

"Just try it" Boo-Boo winced "for instance like..."

It was already greased as was Boo-Boo so Crusher brought it to that puffy ring and felt the flesh release. Crusher was no sadist; he had Boo-Boo lubed and hard by the time that obscene caricature of a dildo was lined up with that big muscled ass. And that oversized head almost as big as some kid's wrist was pushing against Boo-Boo's ring. Whether Boo-Boo's scream was staged or not didn't matter. But Crusher saw if his hand was not so tight around Boo-Boo's fat hard cock, his thumb pressing deep into the soft underside, his big tackle bud would be cumming buckets at that point. Several flashes went off and then began the slow laborious process of getting that fat plastic head out of Boo-Boo's hole. Because he was squeezing down on it like he never wanted it to end.

"Okay I'm done here" Crusher was sweating almost as much as Boo-Boo. And just as hard "you guys sort out the rest" handing both dirty sleeves to Boo-Boo "y'can tell Grunt it's safe to come out... of the bathroom now" pushing him in that direction. Boo-Boo and his red face and even redder chest and shoulders huffed over to the door, knocked and slammed his way in.

"So what's wrong with that dildo?" Driscoe asked.

"Absolutely nothin" Crusher chuckled and took his seat next to Jack. One hardon bare and bobbing the wind, one poking up the side of his towel.

"You are one evil bastard" Jack nodded at Crusher, the two of them watching Jeff and Ollie have a few words with Bernan. They could only hear parts but the word "red" made it through loud and clear.

"Me?" Crusher shrugged and tried to look hurt "I'm their best friend. They just don't know it yet."

"I would hate to be your enemy then" Jack jabbed him in his ribs. The two of them started a jabbing contest when Grunt reappeared. Jack slid over to make room for him but Grunt stopped him.

"You sit next to the bastard" Grunt was giving his best mean-ass performance but Crusher knew better. If Grunt were really pissed he would not say anything; he would just start swinging, no warning. Grunt sat on Jack's other side, a wet towel tight around his big midsection. He leaned across Jack "he told me what ya did ya sick pervert."

"Who?" Jack saw his position. If these two went at each other, he would be smashed first.

"But thanks..." Grunt slugged Crusher, Jack checking himself for broken ribs.

"What teammates are for" Crusher did not slug him back. Instead he grabbed him right in the towel "that's for holdin out on me."

"But y'know I ain't..."

"Me too" Crusher smiled. It appeared Les and Ollie had come to some kind of agreement. He would take the red at the same time Jeff would take the blue. Why Ollie was trying to hurry this along, and suffer the greater pain in the process, was anybody's guess. Unlike Crusher, Bernan had no desire to put them on their backs and jack them hard when they were being violated.

But the way Jerry was "volunteering" to help Bernan with Ollie left little to the imagination, especially the way he was openly reaching between Ollie's legs and jacking him off. It took maybe four minutes before Driscoe got his pictures. But seeing that blue tube sticking out of that perfect ass on Jeff was enough to keep everyone interested. Whether Ollie came or not only those two knew.

By the time it was Pat the Butthead's turn, Crusher decided he needed to check on Boo-Boo in the bathroom. A good thing he did because no sooner was he through the door than he interrupted was could only be Boo-Boo's major jack-off session in progress. It took a bit of muscle to convince him not to waste a good orgasm like that when there was a whole roomful of guys practically lined up to take his load for him. But Crusher had this weird hunch Boo-Boo had been waiting for someone to come in there and "interrupt" him just like this. Hell he could have drained his load a long time ago, the way Crusher got him to the edge before. But Boo-Boo had been waiting for that door to open, for someone to catch him with his dick in his hand, his other poking himself in his hole. Grunt had already returned to the room so that only left... Crusher. The glazed look on Boo-Boo's face when he saw him come through the door was almost proof enough. By the time the two had exchanged a quick jerk, their hands flying for each other's meat like heat-seeking missiles, grabbing each other at the same moment, rubbing all up and down the hard shafts and head, not really trying to bring the other guy off, just enjoying the sensations and textures of the other guy's hard flexing flesh and feeling their own cocks receive the same slow attention. Then a quick suck with both of them fighting to get to their knees first, and Crusher had Boo-Boo cleaned up, before a very sweaty Ollie and Jeff were kicking them out of bathroom.

The two missed Butthead whining and whimpering like a baby when Jimmy "Baby Huey" finally got the blue one inside his big hard butt. Crusher hoped Boo-Boo appreciated the sacrifice because seeing that tight little butt get filled was something Crusher had wanted to see for a long time. But for all his protests it looked to Crusher like he enjoyed it. And why was Les' cock all shiny like someone had been sucking on it?

"Butthead that don't count" Les was wiping down his front "but thanks."

"Shit" Crusher looked at Butthead "did I just miss you sucking off Lubonski here?"

"More suckin on that suckin off" Jimmy shook his head "damn Pat what got into you?"

"You tell me" grabbing his limp greasy condom and heading for the bathroom, joining Ollie and Jerry in there.

"Guess I better make sure they don't get into trouble in there" Les dragged his chunky blong carcass into the bathroom after him.

"Never seen anybody so nuts for a blowjob" Boo-Boo rolled his eyes.

"Y'don't know Lubonski" Driscoe looked at Bernan.

"Or Butthead" Grunt looked at Boo-Boo "you know him better. You ever seen him - "

"I knew he got wound up easy, but damn! shove something up his butt and there ain't no shit he won't do!"

"Ain't that why we call him 'Butthead'?" Crusher punched the gut closest to him, in this case Boo-Boo's.

"It is now! Man I always thought it was because of the way he would slam into the other guy headfirst! Guess we gotta rethink that" Boo-Boo looked at Crusher "same goes for you! Thinkin 'Nutcrusher' might be more appropriate now."

"I guess it's my turn" Jack got off the bed, dropping his towel. Had Grunt been jacking him the whole time? Crusher wondered. Or had he been sitting there with a hardon just watching this?

"Yeah I been waitin for this"and Mack of all people stood up, his towel showing something angled up towards his left hip.

"You?"

"Let's make this interesting okay?" Mack reached out and just like that started rubbing Jack's belly hair "y'let me use the red on that hairy hole of yours and..." he whispered something that made Jack's eyes pop out of their sockets.

"You totally out of your mind?"

"Gotta be" Mack chuckled "t'put up with a room of dickheads like this. Red or blue? Your choice."

"You guys forget?" Bernan looked at Les "you tell THEM what you want. We won remember?"

"Part of the torture" Mack was enjoying this "is makin them squirm, right Jack?"

"Either way I'm..." he got down on his hands and knees.

"On yer back, Crusher had a good idea with that one" Mack winked at the threesome on the bed "so?"

"Okay... red" Jack knew once he said that he was toppling the whole applecart. He knew what was coming, they didn't "I'd be nuts to..." and onto his back he flipped. Mack needed some help getting the sleeve over the thick dildo. Unlike some of these guys who looked like this was second nature to them, Mack was a complete virgin when it came to this anal stuff. But he was going to push the envelope tonight. Big time. With a certain amount of effort his fingers were inside that hot tight hairy butt. Because he knew that's how his must look. If this hairball could do this so could he. His fingers were soon replaced by the fat end of the red dildo. After all they had seen before, Jack knew to relax and press out. He yelled and winced but it was in. And with a joint effort two sets of hands managed to press it deep enough for the picture. Then there were two sets of hands greasing each other's cocks. Two lubed hands very familiar with the sensitive spots only owners of uncut meat would know. When Jack's shiny hard cock was throbbing another flash went off.

"Keep that camera handy" Mack eased the red dildo from that hairy crack and as soon as it popped out he lifted Jack's hips and leaned into him.

"Stop!" Bernan yelled and then Driscoe and a few guys joined in "you can't-"

"Hurry and take the picture!" Mack yelled as his lubed cock entered Jack's opened hole. Driscoe was too shocked to do anything so Les grabbed it and pressed the button. The room lit up with the image of two guys fucking! In front of their joint groups!

"Fuck!" they both grunted and Mack pulled his cock free. As soon as he did he was on his hands and knees and Jack lept up from the floor, his leg and arm muscles flexing with the grace of a gymnast, and before anyone could react was bending over Mack's arched back.

"Take it!" he yelled "take the picture!" and he lunged into Mack's unprepared ass. His greasy dickhead rammed hard and opened the hole with one lunge. Mack screamed like he was being gored by an wild bull.

"Fuck! Take the pic!" and again Les had to press the button for Driscoe. As soon as he did Jack pulled his dick away. Both of them were wincing as they dragged each other hobbling to the bathroom.

"That was not for that point" Boo-Boo was not red, he was white "they buttfucked! Each other!"

"So that counts right Coach?" Carl looked at Bernan "cause we really like gotta do that next? That counts for then right?"

"Yeah..." Bernan looked at Les "and then some. Okay it looks like these horndogs are ready to finish this last one up right? I'm looking at you Bernan!"

"Me? Why me?" the siren song of a cornered bully "like I'm - "

"Number ten that's me!" Crusher raised his hand "unless you dogs got somethin special in mind for these two studs" looking at Les and Driscoe in that order "I sure as fuck do."

"C'mon Knullson" Boo-Boo of all people was pleading for mercy "thse guys are famous major stars! You can't make them do anything - "

"They haven't already done is what I'm thinkin here. And because you are all worried about these two bruisers you can help me."

"Do what?" Driscoe looked at the two of them "You better not be..."

"Like the man said" Bernan was pasting himself again the wall hoping no one would notice him at this critical juncture "winners call the shots, losers, well they fuckin lose."

"Sorry Grunt" Crusher waited until the room quieted to deliver the right cross "but that dick of yours too big for this event. Just keep it hard and greased cause your turn's comin soon enough."

"For what?" Grunt was not as slow as Les or Driscoe but all three had the same question on their lips, Grunt oblivious but the two veterans seeing it coming, the headlight on the express train bearing down on them, two big bulls eyes painted on their furry butts.

"Since you asked" Crusher looked at Les' hardon, just asking for what was coming "since that rod of yours don't ever go down we're just goin to do somethin about it. Red or blue stud?"

"What?"

"Remember Driscoe gets the other, so put those smarts to work."

"Crusher - Craig - maybe we can work something out here" Driscoe was gambling with no cards in his hand "you know I can make or break your scholarship right?"

"That's tomorrow, this is tonight. You two decide yet?"

"Bill we are totally pinned into the corner here" Les looked at him then the rest of the group. The only reason Driscoe had not been spending the last half-hour keeping his dick in the same hard state was because he had been keeping those sticky fingers busy filling that camera with thousands of incriminating pics. The next set was going to bite him in the ass but good, but he didn't know that yet. When Jimmy took the camera from him that hand went to his crotch as fast as Les' yanked away from his "that's why I'm thinkin I better take the red."

"Considerin what's rumblin around inside their heads now, it ain't gonna matter much. I'm thinkin I better take it instead."

"You two beefy butts gonna fight over it?" Crusher looked at Boo-Boo, both of them ready now "then I decide. I'm gonna let big Coach Lubonski have that honor. Cause I really wanna watch that naked butt finally feeling something big and red inside it. And the rest..."

"What rest?"

"Okay you two" Crusher was getting the idea he was actually going to do it, he was going to get away with it! Talk about throwing a bone like it would break off it snapped up so fast "on the floor on your sides."

"Sides?" Les looked at Boo-Boo like he might intervene now "not our backs?"

"No, this is going to be somethin for the yearbooks" Crushed looked at Boo-Boo "okay you're in charge of Driscoe, I'm gonna really enjoy this."

"We talkin about dildoes or somethin... else" Driscoe was down on his knees making room for Les like a collapsing folding chair next to him. They both were easing down onto their left sides, neither one able to do it without some groaning and cracking joints, their big frames not designed for something requiring this much finesse.

"Not like that" Crusher knew this would give away the punchline "you! Coach Driscoe, turn around."

"On my other side?" and he tried to flip onto his right side.

"Naw stay on your left side, but spin around the other direction, so you're facing each other."

"What?" Les knew this would only mean one thing. Their crotches would be in each other's faces.

"You know this ain't part of the deal" Driscoe got onto his knees and switched directions, his head down by Les' feet "I know what you're doing here."

"Then you know you better scootch down... keep going... yeah, got a real good view now right?" Driscoe was looking right at Les' pubes "okay Boo-Boo, that blue torpedo ready?"

"Yeah but..." he was not looking forward to the part where he needed to stuff his fingers inside somebody's shithole however "y'know... that..."

"Got a real good idea these two big football studs already got themselves all ready for this, right?" Crusher's fingers found a way between those heavily muscled butt cheeks, feeling a certain greasiness already "yeah just like I thought. Ya want this slow and agonizing or fast and it's over?"

"Neither okay?" Les felt the finger find his hole knowing it was going to happen. And that was only the beginning. When the coaches were briefed on the "alternate plan B" evening, Les knew sooner or later he'd be flat on his face taking some horny high school football player's dick up his ass. And his own dick would be inside one of them as well. The days when either of those possibilities made him want to fly into a rage were long gone. So when Crusher started easing - not ramming - that thick red dildo into him he knew it was only the pre-game show. He tried to squeeze his eyes shut, that sweaty crotch only a few inches from his nose, the uncut head flopping down to the floor between them. Or so Les was guessing; he was keeping his eyes closed as long as he could. Even when he felt that hard tube push home he knew what Crusher was trying to pull now. Then he felt it and knew the main event had started. Something warm and wet was encircling just the first two or three millimeters of his dickhead. He heard a deep grunt from Driscoe down by his knees and he was slammed forward, the blue dildo doing its job of forcing Driscoe's hips forward into what little space was between them. Les would have enjoyed the long-overdue blowjob except for the flashes going off with a certain regularity above them. He did not need to be told what he needed to do; that jabbing deep in his butt and those strong hot hands on his hairy globes pushed his head forward. As soon as he opened his mouth and reached for that uncut tube, lifting it in and home the flashes went off with more frequency. The two of them were so deep in their blind sixty-nine they did not notice the faintest glow just beginning to discolor the little space between them. But when the two dildoes were eased out and Les felt something warm along the entire length of his backside he knew something more rubbery and more insistent would be invading his butthole next. He opened his eyes, seeing Boo-Boo pressing his crotch into Driscoe's butt, but he could have been mistaken the way his eyes were tearing so badly, his view blocked by those reddish pubes. Or they should have been reddish, Les told himself. Not the faint bluish-purplish color they almost were giving off. Did someone spill baby powder between them? That's almost how it looked. But he was not worried about some weird bluish haze coating their bellies now; that hard slamming into him was monopolizing his attention but good. And the way his dick was choking Driscoe as bad as that fully hard tube was rearranging his own tonsils competing with that cock, it could only be Crusher's cock! fucking his ass like he knew just what to do to get Les leaking pre-cum down Driscoe's throat. At one point he heard somebody moan "oh no shit it's happening again" but the way his balls were smashing into that rough chin, and his cock was swelling and warning it was ready to unload, Les was aware only of the total ecstasy coming from every nerve, every hair, every pore. And he had no way of warning Driscoe. But the way their two stomachs were spasming against each other meant Driscoe was trying to warn him as well.

"Again?!?! What the fuck you mean again Baby!" Carl got off his comfortable bed to get a better look "What is this?!?! Can you see this too? They're like radioactive or shit? You sayin you seen this shit before?"

"Oh fuck oh fuck it can't be happening again! yeah I saw it, before, just like at the docs' when I had my physical, and those scary-ass machines came out! You think this micro-dick of mine just doubled in size for no reason?"

"Jimmy what are you talkin about?" Grunt had seen these lights that shade of glowing purple before! But not inside! This was his worst nightmare coming true, the aliens were inside, they had somehow breeched the defenses "better start talkin and fast!"

"They were talkin a lot of shit!" Jimmy grabbed Grunt and Carl pulling them into a knot by the bathroom door, the sounds and sights of tandem fucking filling the room "but the more guys who got into it - I mean INTO it! like fuckin blowin their nuts everywhere! - that glow, those lights, oh no not again! they kept goin they wouldn't stop and it just got brighter and brighter until" but he did not talk fast enough. Les' had been too wound up too long and started unloading into Driscoe's mouth. And then the chain reaction was tripping Crusher, then Boo-Boo seeing his teammate blowing his load into a guy's ass but not just any guy's ass it was Les Lubonski takin Crusher's jizz in his butt and Boo-Boo was gone, if he was not passing out he wished he were, his cock just hovering there, his cum just gushing out of him. Getting filled at both ends was more than Driscoe could handle and he lost it then as well. Even with his eyes closed tight, all nerves leading to his cock, the blue flourescent haze behind his eyelids not enough to keep his cock from swelling in Les' throat, his spit mixing with Driscoe's cum glistening in his blond chin whiskers. But he was not seeing that, hell no one was seeing that, not one of them reliable witnesses; as the room's glow pulsed with those lights from the wet space between those blond fronts, spreading over their two bodies like phosphorescent sweat.

"It's all starting again" Jimmy was pressing his big bubble ass against the exposed wall planks with almost enough force to push the wall out a few inches. Or so it felt, his back and butt red and streaked with bruises.

"Baby if you know what is going on here what this is all about you better start talkin!"

"Get the coaches apart! Pull them apart and wash it off."

"You sayin it's -"

"Fuck!" Les heard the loud comments and finally opened his eyes. And that pulsing glow were not just his eyeballs threatening to explode from the exertion, from having a hard exploding cock slamming his insides, not from trying to breathe with a mouthful of Driscoe's crotch. If anything it was worse with his eyes open. They were open? If he was not hallucinating then what was he seeing?

"Fuck!" Driscoe's eyes flew open when he heard and felt that "fuck!" spit his cum at his balls, already too sensitive from his orgasm. He could make no sense of what he was seeing and offered little resistance when an army of hands started pulling him off the floor. He was pressed into a very crowded bathroom and then the shower with Les' naked cum-splattered body as well, the faint glow in the room fading into the steam from the hot shower.

"Guenther's gonna tell us all, explain what just happened" Carl was more pissed than spooked "aren't ya Baby?"

"Look guys you need a physicist or something for that, okay?"

"Like an exorcist y'mean!" Iowa Jerry pulled Jimmy from the humid crowded bathroom "you seen this before right?" looking at his teammate Tim "cause we have..."

"WHAT? What you mean?"

"I thought the woods were on fire "Grunt was going to sit on that bed until the army came and evacuated them. Or the aliens punched their way through the roof. His bet was on the aliens after what he just witnessed. Either way his butt was not budging!

"Jimmy? Were you outside when - "

"Fuck no! I told ya! Kroos was doing his experiments - "

"Karoozzhie?" Jerry was not liking this one bit.

"More or less, I told you he has this machine, and I was just sick of having the world's smallest dick-"

"What are you complain about? You are - "

"Yeah now! I didn't know I hadda set off this goddamn nuclear chain reaction just to grow a dick!"

"You were in a doctor's office? Not outside?"

"Fuck no. But you guys were outside? When you saw the lights before?"

"Tell him, tell him the whole damn thing" Iowa Tim nodded "cause I get the impression two football players caught trading blow jobs in the forest preserves is fuckin like the LEAST of our worries now. Like these guys are gonna bash on us after all THAT!" pointing at the stained spot on the floor still showing the cum stains pumped from those big bruisers.

"So you guys were in the woods? Doing sex shit?" Jimmy would have shuddered and fled the room a week ago hearing this stuff "and you Grunt? You saw the lights in the treetops right?"

"I thought the trees're on fire!" Grunt had to keep repeating it, had to keep convincing himself before he lost his mind.

"Just the treetops?"

"But we saw it on the roofs just now."

"Don't ask me okay?" Grunt wanted to pull the blanket over his head and make this all go away.

"Talk to us you two" Carl joined Jimmy, sensing the two Iowa boys were going to spill the beans.

"Was it during the day?" Jimmy asked them.

"Fuck no it was... should I tell them?"

"Too late not to. We were out in the woods, not even drinking okay? Just..."

"Just getting horny okay? And we were too busy bobbing in each other's shorthairs to notice the whole clearing was lit up! By the time we finally..."

"-the time we both shot our loads it looked like this big blue bonfire okay? The first thing I think is they got a helicopter searchlight down on these two fagsand we're gonna get our asses tossed in jail. But no fuckin chopper!"

"Was it loud like a copter?"

"No" Jerry looked at Tim "I thought you were making this woo-woo-woo noise just to fuck with me."

"How could I? My mouth was full of your - "

"We got that part" Carl need to hear the punchline "what happened after you broke it up? After you two shot your loads? Did it still glow? Still make the vibrating sound?"

"You heard it?" Jimmy did not know who to ask what next. If Kroos was here he could explain everything right?

"Grunt you heard it last night right?"

"Don't remind me" he answered in the affirmative.

"Okay we need to do something about this" Bernan was dragging the two coaches back into the room, dumping the occupants of one bed onto the floor with little warning. Driscoe and Les lay there, both pale and shellshocked "we now need to brief the sponsors before this goes any further."

"The camera!" Howie grabbed it from a pile of towels "look at the camera!"

"It's not glowing okay?" Jimmy huddled with Howie as he hit some buttons "the pics! Look at the pics! See if - "

"Like this?" Howie pulled up one of the recent images of the four of them plastered together on the floor, arms and legs intertwined, fronts and backs glued together like some large pink octopus. At least that's what the first few looked like, then there was a long series of nothing but an amorphous smudge of glare, maybe a corner of a bed or a foot just inside the frame for reference. Talk about a smoking gun! Or in this case a glowing gun!

"You seein this?" Jimmy tried to wave Grunt and Crusher over to see the evidence.

"There's nothing to see" Howie handed the camera to Bernan.

"So, what? Now the camera's broke?"

"There's nothing but a big blue smear okay?" showing it to him.

"Well until we sort this out, this stops right here right now! We were just trying to..."

"We know what you were 'trying' to do okay?" Crusher glared at Bernan "get a bunch of guys all snowed with your b.s. and so horny they'll buy your kinky little games."

"You sayin now you didn't like that?" Les was trying to get comfortable but no matter how he sat, how he lay he was smarting bad "worse'n a bitchy girlfriend after she gets laid."

"Well I'm gonna find somebody to see what to do next" Bernan and his towel were out the room fast.

"Who's gonna call the cops?" Carl looked at Jimmy.

"Cops?" Driscoe had given up any semblance of authority now "t'get us all arrested?"

"Fuck, get us all evacuated! We're in deep deep shit here okay?" Boo-Boo had never been this scared before. He could bluff his way though just about anything, but when he saw Grunt, and even Crusher scared, then he really pushed the panic button. And just having had the ultimate orgasm of his life was not helping him think straight.

"I think we already have been..." Jimmy looked at the two remaining coaches "evacuated. Ain't that right? That's why you smuggled us across the international border I'm thinkin..."

"What? You did WHAT? We're where?" the room shattered into a thousand conflicting babblings.

"Okay Coach" Jimmy sat down between them "all y'gotta tell me is if what's going on here was part of this plan or not? Were you expecting this to happen? I mean the lights and the radiation and - are we in danger? Are we going to die?"

"If we haven't already" Boo-Boo's eardrum-shattering orgasm still fresh in his head. And why wouldn't his dick go down?

"Yes or no Coach? Was this part of it or not?"

"No... I mean... I don't think so" Les had to say it "we were only given instructions to get you guys so keyed up you'd be ready to do any fuckin sex thing - "

"And we do mean fuckin" Driscoe was as sore but would never admit it "you animals are totally one-hundred per cent crazy!"

"You're created monsters" Carl was not bitter, even smiling a bit "now deal with it."

"Monsters now callin in the mothership" Grunt was not smiling "this is totally fucked."

"It ain't UFO's" Jimmy looked at the two Iowa boys "you guys didn't see UFO's that night and I sure as fuck didn't see them in the exam room, got it?"

"I don't care I ain't riskin it" Grunt was almost shaking now "I'm stayin right here til the swat teams break down the door. No way I wanna see what's happenin out there."

"Then we stay here" Jerry looked at Tim "you game?"

"For... Jerry you serious?" he knew that expression.

"One way t'find out" he looked around the room "kinda helps to be the winning side, callin the shots right?"

"What you pullin here?" from Les as well as a few of his roommates.

"Jack!" Jerry picked him out of the crowd, wiggling his finger towards him "you, here."

"What?" he looked at the room "for what?"

"Which one you want?" Jerry asked his bud.

"Me? I'd pick Fred there, but he ain't -"

"I ain't what?" muscles flexing, tattoos glaring.

"You ain't on the losing team, I can't make you..."

"You threatenin me?" Fred was on his feet "cause I ain't ready to take your dick up my - "

"Guess again, mohawk boy" Tim laughed "talkin about just the opposite."

"Opposite what?"

"You fuckin ME stud!" Tim looked down at what the towel was hiding, what he saw on the screen before "I'm offerin my ass on a platter here. Sure as hell counts for our point right coach?" looking at Driscoe.

"I don't know what you are pullin here but" Driscoe wrapped a towel around his hardon, trying to bring the curtain down, the play, quarter, game over.

"Simple" Jerry looked at Tim "our room only made it as far as the dildoes, not the real thing. I'm thinkin Fred here's the real thing okay? But I'm guessin they never forced ya to fuck a guy during one of your 'exams' right?

Usually the other way around. So now's payback time. You game or not?"

"You want me to fuck you? Right here in front of these meatheads?"

"Butthead!" Pat corrected him.

"You got it" Tim nodded "yes or no?"

"Serious?"

"Way serious" he looked at his chunky bud Jerry "well?"

"And Jack here ain't got any choice do ya?" Jerry looked at one of the losing team.

"I gotta take it up the ass too?" Jack knew it was inevitable.

"Maybe but not this time" Jerry smiled "it's my ass we're talkin about."

"Wait!" Jack looked at the guy from the other room, Fred? "you want the two of us to fuck you two?"

"Exactly" Jerry looked at the rest of the guys "we need to find out if those two over-charged batteries" nodding at the two coaches "or just anyone can do that little halloween trick."

"No way!" Les looked at them "I can't allow it! It's dangerous and - "

"And you ain't callin the shots, we are!" Jerry cut him off "you dudes do whatever we say. So if Tattoo Boy here ain't into fuckin butt, we pick someone else who - "

"Why me? I ain't one of the losers" Fred was more confused than anything. But more horny than confused.

"I think you're hot okay? And I hate it when guys are humiliated like you were okay?" looking at the room "but not enough you dogs are off the hook. And I think you would be a great fuck. Need more reasons?"

"You are dead serious aren't ya?"

"I take that as a 'yes' okay?" he looked at Jerry "just don't electrocute my dick okay?" and he dropped to the floor and onto his side. What could Jerry do but try to hide his smile and get down next to him.

"We don't need the plastic warm-up" Jerry looked at Jack "so just do it."

Jack looked at Fred like, is this for real? But when Fred pulled his towel away and he was already filling out Jack knew this was going to happen. Jack got down on the floor behind the round furry butt on Jerry and caught the lube tossed to him. By the time his dick was coated he was hard enough for anything.

"No wait stop!" but Driscoe had the camera unplugged and was testing it for more pictures "if you guys are trying what -"

"Just take your damn pictures coach" Jimmy was crouching on the floor this time "but you don't stop them. Besides" looking at his roommate "it's just a quick poke, you guys ain't really full-out fucking are you?"

"Hell no!" Jack's cock was saying: fuck yeah!

"Okay ten seconds then it stops" Les was closing ranks with Driscoe as well "you horndogs get way too carried away."

"You don't?" Grunt was dreading what might happen. But his dick was on the same page with Jack there "you two sure as hell got off on it!"

"That was different" Driscoe started taking pictures again.

"Fuck y'can say that again. That was twenty-seven shades of 'different' I'd say" Levon looked at Grunt, locking eyes before Grunt looked away. Y'can run homey but y'can't hide! Tonight that ass is mine!

"Go easy okay?" Jimmy felt like a referee at a wrestling match "this ain't some rape scene okay?"

"Fuck..." Jack and Jerry both groaned for different reasons. Jack had felt that dick of his in only two or three pussies in his life, always curious if a dude felt different. It was different all right, different and hot and tight and just fucking amazing.

Jerry felt that hairy front press against his backside first, barely getting himself ready before that uncut dick was pressing into his crack. He twisted to get it lined up and before he could catch his breath, the head was pressing against his hole. Luckily, the dildo before and the remaining lube kept this invasion from being an agonizing penetration. This dude had never fucked an ass before and Jerry was suffering for it. But he did pick him. Boy did he pick him. And now he was dicking him.

Fred on the other hand was looking forward to a tight hole around his hard cock. All night he had been so horny - hornier than he ever remembered being - horny enough that he would have let this blond running-back fuck him if that's where it was headed. But when Tim wanted to be on the receiving end, Fred knew this was going to be the most amazing stud to ever bend over for him. And Fred was going to do everything he could to make this an amazing fuck for the hot stud. He had Tim's dick hard and his hole fingered open before his lubed dick started the long slow push into that hot lubed? interior. The way Tim was moaning told him he was enjoying it as much as Fred's dick was enjoying that tight chute. So when he grabbed Tim's cock and aimed it at his bud's mouth, his hips rocking Tim forward, a deep satisfied groan came from both of them. And Tim's mouth got a hold of Jerry's soft cock, sensing the pain his bud was feeling, but his tongue went to work and soon had him forgetting any further discomfort. After a few minutes there were four hard cocks pumping away.

"Okay okay enough" Les was jacking fast and hard, not wanting this to stop.

Is that what he looked like before? Pinned on the floor like that with some guy slamming his ass and trading blowjobs with Driscoe there?

"Enough okay" Driscoe was doing his best to take more pics with one hand, his other tugging at his hard cock. That's when it happened. That's when they could see what happened before was no fluke; that almost imperceptible bluish haze was forming again, this time between Jerry and Tim's fronts.

"It's happening again" Jimmy was close enough now to rub his hands along Tim's hip and then Jerry's as well. There was a slight shock, then a tingling in his palms, just like he remembered from Sunday. This WAS the same thing. And that meant they were playing with that same keg of dynamite here as well. But right now he was not thinking about that exam room exploding and blowing the entire electrical grid of the city to kingdom come; all he could see were his hands tingling on their hips, his cock full hard and throbbing in synch with the blue glow beginning to pulse "fuck... fuck... fuck..." Jimmy knew that feeling, knew that vibrating sensation running up from his hands to his whole body. And straight to his dick! If his dick were to brush against any flesh anywhere it would all be over. But look at that thing! It just kept growing! He heard some comments and he snapped back to reality "Jerry! Tim!" his hands roughing them up a bit but they were gone, their stomachs getting brighter and brighter "Fred? Jack?" but they also were lost in their dicks, their thrusts deeper and deeper into those two asses, all their motions in complete synchronized thrusts now "Coach Driscoe, Coach Lubonski you gotta see this!"

"We can see it we can set it" Les was jacking so hard he was going to shoot in a few minutes. It felt like he was still in Driscoe's mouth, his ass still getting pounded by that horndog sitting there.

"Coach give Howie the camera. Then get down here" Jimmy knew this would make it or break it "hurry!"

Les was already on his knees almost behind Jack. He was about to rub his hands on that sweaty flesh as well when Jimmy barked "don't! Not your hands! Just your dick, press him with your dick!"

"What?" Les did not like the sound of that but his hips pressed forward almost by themselves. He was not sure which happened first; his dickhead made contact with Jack's thigh getting a slight jolt, then Driscoe dropping down as well, his dick getting the same reaction. Once their two cocks were in contact with the bodies rocking on the floor between them they were in no condition to move.

"You! Grunt! Boo-Boo! Crusher! Pat! You the biggest strongest bulls here!" Jimmy had to hurry, feeling the waves start to break over him "count to twenty and then pull us apart if you have to - don't argue - twenty and then break us apart. If first two get stuck the next two start pulling. GO!" and Jimmy's hands stayed glued to that sweaty flesh, feeling the glow start to envelope his forearms, then his elbows, then his shoulders and that's all he remembered.

"Take the picture take the picture!" Crusher was screaming, grabbing Howie and aiming the camera between them. They stood as far from the writhing group without leaving the room, trying to get as much of this into the frame, the flash competing with the glow but it was more than a glow this time, it was getting brighter and brighter, the four on the floor and even the two coaches and Jimmy getting swallowed up in the expanding, pulsing bright blue orb.

"Seven eight nine twenty!" Grunt yelled and lept off the bed. He started to grab legs and arms then felt the electricity run through him as well. He screamed and then Boo-Boo and Crusher were in the pile-up as well, grabbing and yanking, somehow managing to get between Jerry and Tim. Once those two were uncoupled, they went to work on Jack and Fred next, knowing those hard dicks were going to hurt popping out like that. Then it was a free-for-all, Les tumbling forward and being pulled back, soon all of them were rolling and flipping around like fish on a hot deck. By the time the initial four were separated there was cum everywhere!

Some of the guys were dragged into the bathroom, others were taken across the hall to the other bathroom no time to waste. Soon most were on their feet, either helping someone up or being helped up, as the light began fading. But not as quickly as the time before. Howie was afraid to review the camera pictures, not enjoying the way it was tingling in his hands. As he suspected, the batteries were toast. He tossed it and helped Carl dragged Jimmy back to their bathroom, getting his cum-splattered body into the shower just as Mack was getting Fred out. By the time they had Tim and Jerry cleaned up and back to their senses as well, it was fifteen minutes later. Fifteen minutes of scrubbing cum off fronts, and backs as well in their two cases. They were vacating their bathroom when Les and Driscoe staggered in, both of them cum-splattered as well.

"What about your bathroom?" Jimmy just shook the water from him, not bothering with towels anymore.

"It's busy" Driscoe pushed Les under the spray then stepped in as well "meeting in the other room. Five minutes! GO!" and everyone staggered back across the hall, trailing water everywhere. Crusher glanced up and down the hallway, seeing water in front of other doors as well, but except for voices coming from behind those other rooms, the hallway was quiet. They poured into the room, seeing guys sitting on beds, on the floor, everywhere, no towels, just wet naked bodies everywhere.

No one said much of anything. All they could do was sit and wait for the two coaches to join them and tell them what the hell they were supposed to do now. After a long wait they heard someone at the door, and it opened. But it wasn't Driscoe and Lubonski, it was Bernan. And with him was someone they knew. It was Kroos!

"You!" Jerry found his legs fast "you!"

"What are you - I mean -" Tim was more concerned with trying to back into the wall than get to his feet.

"You two know Kroos here then right?" Bernan noticed Carl's jaw drop at that word.

"Doctor Karoozie what are you -" Jerry was not sure where to run.

"You ain't Kroos!" Jimmy looked the big guy up and down. This dude was not even hairy! But man was he big like Kroos!

"Gentlemen" Bernan looked at Jimmy and Carl "let me introduce Doctor Kroos" at Jerry and Tim "or Kharoozhe if you will" he looked at the big guy "hell I can't pronounce it either" seeing Jimmy's total disbelief "no he's not our Doctor Kroos, but he is 'a' Doctor Kroos, okay?"

"We have much to explain and little time" yeah that same accent, the guys noted. As for the guys from Minnesota, they knew their own Doc "Kroos" but this was not him. So what? There was now a whole squadron of these foreigners calling themselves "doc kroos"?

"Who are you? Really?" Jerry needed to know.

"I am Doctor Kroozhe, 'your' Doctor Kroozhe you might say" looking at Bernan's team "but 'your' Doctor Kroos will be joining us tomorrow I expect" looking at the rest of the room "as will all of yours. But first we need to discuss what happened here first."

"It happened again" Les collapsed into his chair, wet and still hard as ever "after you left. Even worse."

"Worse?" Kroos looked at Bernan then Les "how worse?"

"We thought it was just an impossible fluke a one-time thing okay?" Jerry looked at Tim "okay maybe not 'one-time' one-time but..."

"What my bud is trying to say" Tim took over "after the two coaches had that happen we thought it would not happen again, I mean really really happen again, if we tried it."

"It was my idea" Jimmy looked at them "first the four doing the same... y'know..."

"Two guys sixty-nine, getting fucked simulateously."

"Four?" Kroos looked at Bernan "you had four in the circuit at once?"

"Gets worse" Jimmy looked at the ground then decided: fuck it! "no you, Doc Kroos! If you're in cahoots with the other ones then you know about the machines, about what happens when the juice is really flowing! Okay yeah we had four dudes 'in a circuit' like you say, and the light just kept getting brighter and brighter okay? Then when I touched them, and then the two coaches also..."

"All of you were fucking?" Kroos' eyebrows shot up like he was shocked to hear such a thing.

"NO!" Jimmy wanted to pin this guy to the wall "just our hands, or..." looking at Les' crotch "our dicks okay? Just rubbing, just making contact."

"That's when the whole fuckin room lit up!" Crusher wanted answers now as well "you dudes are behind all this! You had this all planned! Getting all us horny guys together and now this! What are we? Just part of your sex experiments?"

"Fuck..." Ollie slapped his forehead "that's IT! You're just using us!"

"How?" Bernan looked at Kroos.

"You need us! All this bullshit about competitions and shit! Fuckin training camp! This ain't no g.d. training camp! You need us! Bunch of guys, get us horny enough and we're like so many portable generators for you! We're doing this! We're creating all this energy! We're MAKING THE LIGHTS!"

"But the machines!" Jimmy did not want to lose his dick again "it's the machines doing this! Not just us!"

"You gentlemen are both right" Kroos looked at Bernan then at the other coaches "yes, you were right Robert. Sooner or later they would come to understand their role in this."

"So what?" Jimmy looked at them, very betrayed and very scared "we're just being used? I mean our dicks are just being used?"

"Hell if that's being used" Tim looked at all the hardons around the room "sign me up!"

"What about the woods on fire!" Grunt was hanging onto that last plank like a drowning man "I mean I saw what I saw!"

"That was not alien spaceships" Kroos was not laughing "your 'UFOs' you call them. Sorry."

"So we ain't being abducted?"

"Sorry Grunt" Boo-Boo tried to punch him, but all his punch was gone "no anal probes for you" but that got a laugh somehow.

"So what is this?" Jimmy was not letting go either "we're all here - what? four states worth of guys? - here for what? To power your little outpost here? What? You hook us up - hook up our dicks - to the power grid or shit?"

"Basically yes" Kroos answered. Which was the worst answer Jimmy expected to hear.

"I ain't buying any of this weird shit" Levon looked at Grunt "just tell me all this sex shit is over now. No more fuckin points or makin us do stuff, okay?"

"Well I am here, Coach Bernan brought me here" Kroos looked at Lubonski and Driscoe as well "to make sure any more repeats of your 'science projects' tonight will be supervised and will not be runaway reactions like what you were trying to describe. If and when you gentlemen are going to engage in any further 'activities' ..."

"No more four-person battery circuits" Jimmy was putting the puzzle pieces together "because what you don't want to create is a run-away chain reaction, correct?"

"What is your name?"

"Call me Baby Huey" Jimmy laughed "Coach Bernan has my file. So does Kroos. MY Kroos. He can tell you all about what went down Sunday. By the time they got the programs working again it was more like a six-person battery that time! And when you combine that with the machines... well Kroos knocked out the power for the whole goddamn county!"

"What?" Carl looked at him "that was a transformer on the south side went down. They told everyone - "

"They told everyone SHIT!" Jimmy didn't know which Kroos this was but he was starting to distrust them all fast "that was no transformer blowing up, that's what you're gonna get combining what we all saw here tonight with some really really dangerous machines these 'Kroos'es been working on. So what are you?" Jimmy walked over and stood right in front of him "CIA? NSA?

Shit I bet you ain't even our government! So what is this all about? You guys now trying t'start World War Three here?"

"Not start" Kroos ran his hand over his sweating forehead "prevent. And I fear we are failing."

"WHAT!?!?!" from all directions at once.

"Your young athlete here is more correct than he knows" Kroos looked at Bernan "it appears your Kroos has been training them well. Too well. Even if is sounds like he has been proceeding into unauthorized stages of our modalities and research. But to answer your question, yes. We have been in a race to develop this technology, all our hopes dependent on having it finished before... well I would not worry you with that. But it does appears the human bioelectrical systems are more complex than any of our prior research led us to believe. And we believed if someone might control or harness - "

"Harness our dicks?" Crusher was putting it together as well "okay, I mean harness our sexual energy somehow so we become energy sources? walking batteries? for you? For what?"

"For..." Kroos shrugged and looked at Bernan "for everything of course. You are thinking in the wrong scale. You understand we need to finalize the most expedient ways of tapping into the physical bioelectric battery that is the human body, specifically the male human body" looking at the erections around the room "more specifically the male body during peaks of heightened sexual activity, yes. And when that can be harnessed, we have no need for - "

"You really think we can power everything? With our dicks?" Crusher hated but liked the image.

"We already have" Kroos shrugged "we have generated enough power to run buildings, even whole blocks of cities. But..."

"But what?" Grunt looked at Boo-Boo, their snoring bed games suddenly not so serious "y'burn'm out or shit? Y'been killin off dudes cause y'use'm up or somethin?"

"Bullshit!" Boo-Boo slugged him "all you been watchin too many horror movies talkin this shit!"

"Your big friend is right" Kroos saw Bernan's expression "there were experiments - not here, but in Europe - using unsuitable candidates whom we lost as a result. But not the way your fertile imagination suspects. They were not 'burned out', rather they... well they had complete mental breakdowns. Their nervous systems, their cognitive faculties, could not process what was happening to them."

"You mean the visions don't you?" Fred looked at Howie "I TOLD you dude! But you didn't believe me" looking at Jimmy "they hook you up to the machines and the next thing you know you're like tripping right?"

"Fuck..." Jimmy remembered parts of what happened Sunday, the codes, reconstructing the programs, the hallucinations "not you too?"

"They weren't hallucinations" Fred continued "that is what you were thinking don't deny it. I can still see you and... what was the cop's name?"

"James..." Jimmy felt the goosebumps covering him in spite of the heat in the room.

"Yeah, you dudes had problems with the programs because of the cops, I saw it all."

"But how?"

"How can I read minds?" Fred looked at Kroos "I'm hopin you the dudes can fill me in on that part!"

"So many side-effects to the procedures, so little time to correct them" Kroos sat down on the bed "now perhaps you understand why we lost subjects in Europe. Good subjects, good men."

"Are you with the government?" Boo-Boo pulled himself into a ball. Here it comes!

"Yes... and no" Kroos looked at them "you could say they are with us. We are a transnational alliance, you could call it. There are many branches of our group, and we are all working most desperately to finish this in time."

"This is who we are" Driscoe nodded.

"This is who we are" Fred tried to contain the shock "the time is near."

"Yes, the time is near" Kroos looked at them "the dawn is come."

"And the ship is not ready" Fred looked at Howie "is it?"

"Yes we hope it will be..."

"Soon..." Fred looked at Jimmy "those two Johns. Didn't they talk to you about this?"

"Ship? What ship?"

"You dudes talkin spaceships" Grunt eased off the bed, expecting his feet to hit quicksand not wooden floors "an I'm outa here" heading for the bathroom.

"We need to show them" Kroos looked at the coaches "one night earlier will not make that large of a difference."

"Show us? Show us what?" Mack was having his own nervous breakdown. All night, all week, hell all summer! he convinced himself he was losing his marbles because he was not getting laid. His steady girlfriend dumped him right before homecoming and every replacement since her had not made it past the point of his hands up her top and hers on his crooked hard dick. Two trips to the doctor's office to "correct" the problem never got any further than his running out of the exam room with a screaming hardon and a vow never to return. His coach's veiled threats to send him back to that "exam" almost got him over that hurdle, almost toying with the idea of seeing what would happen when the doc saw his scary hard dick. But could he lived in fear of his exam going past the point of a hardon. And with a male doctor? After everything he had seen and done in the last few days, including trading near-fucks with that Jack guy he would let Jack or anybody! drill his ass again if it meant finally finally! getting to pump his cum into somebody's - yeah a guy's! - mouth or ass. He needed to cum and cum bad!

"Coach Bernan you want to relocate your group, Coach Driscoe yours as well?

We can show them tonight and then they might have a better idea."

"No not that!" Les was out of his chair "not these guys!"

"Why not?" Mack smelled something fishy "something wrong with us?"

"No something is very right with you" Kroos looked at Bernan "if what you told me was not an exaggeration."

"We got proof" Jimmy had been through the wringer and could be believe they had worse in store "show'm the pics!"

"You have pictures?" Kroos feigned surprise.

"Of everything okay?" Jimmy looked at him like he was an idiot "of course we do! You guys wanted pics of everything, all the naked jocks, hard and jacking, sucking and screwing okay?"

"Is this true?" Kroos looked at the three coaches.

"Cut the crap Kroozie" Tim was out of patience "this was your idea! Getting us t'do stuff and earn these 'sex points' for money!"

"Not totally" Les looked at him and Jerry "that was something the other coaches came up with" and most heads turned to Bernan "right Bob?"

"So what now? Now y'sayin there's no money? We did all this fag shit for nothin?" Grunt looked at Boo-Boo and Crusher "you bastards fuckin SCAMMED US!"

"Not at all" Kroos looked at the three big dogs "the information you were given about the funding was all correct. But we left it up to your coaches to find a way to..."

"To see who were the best candidates right?" Jimmy collapsed on the bed next to Carl.

"Or who made the grade" Fred shook his head "who saw the visions right?"

"Or who was so fuckin horny they'd do anything" Boo-Boo looked at Grunt "even fuck their teammates."

"And we were assigning points to see how far you horndogs would go" Driscoe nodded "yeah."

"But why the pics?" Crusher could make sense of parts of this but not that part. Not the pics.

"Show'm the pics already" Jimmy was digging around until Howie handed him the camera. In a few seconds he had fresh batteries downloading the blue blurred images to the tv and that "Kroos" character, expecting him to nod and smile, like they were ancient history. But Kroos' jaw dropped, seeing the intensity of the haze.

"Why the pics Kroos? Or whatever your name is" Crusher would not let it go.

"Well in part to break down your hang-ups" Les looked at Driscoe "the same way they broke ours down. So you dogs would be use to doing this in front of witnesses."

"In front of an audience y'mean" Crusher looked at Grunt "that's why these guys got so pissed tonight downstairs when nobody was stupid enough t'do their naked pet tricks, right?"

"Well..."

"We almost ended your little sex party right then and there, before it even got started right?"

"Basically, yeah" Driscoe nodded.

"You thought we wouldn't do sex shit with each other there, we might be more willing to do it 'behind closed doors' right?"

"Dude we just walk right into the trap okay?" Levon looked at Crusher "our dicks leadin the way."

"But now the camera is proving to be a lucky godsend" Kroos was already downloading them into his own laptop. He grabbed it and the camera and went to the door, holding it open "gentlemen?"

"What?!?!?!" several of them throwing towels over their crotches fast.

"Let's go guys" Bernan stood up and gestured for them to follow.

"What? Where?"

"Ain't y'gonna let us put somethin on at least?" Boo-Boo was one of the ones trying to pull the towel then someone's shorts from beneath his butt.

"You can leave your clothes here" Kroos was taking charge "a towel or not, up to you."

"Naked? Where the fuck we going?"

"It is time you see what you refer to as 'the ship' I would think" the open door convincing them he would not take no for an answer "and then you will have a better idea why you are here and how you can..."

"Save the world?" they turned to Fred, expecting to see a huge grinning sneer. But he was dead serious.

They thought the facility was huge. But taking in room after room of the underground sections made them want to run home screaming! The image of an iceberg came to mind: what was visible above ground was only a small fraction of the entire complex. Maybe it was not ten times the size of the regular lodges, but after seeing the "laboratory" as Kroos called it, they did not need or desire to see more.

The combined group was ushered past a few rooms where they started to get a better idea of what types of "exams" awaited them. Through the glass windows they could see various guys hooked up to elaborate machines, some by themselves, some in groups of two or three. The two guys from Iowa, Jerry and Tim, even recognized two of the guys in the second room they passed. Their first reaction was to burst through the door and free Pat O'Toole even if he was a wrestler. Then Tim spotted that new guy Dom Delcosta wired like Pat as well. And if the two did not look like they were having the most amazing orgasms imaginable, or else all that cum covering their crotches was not recent. But the way the two were thrusting their hips up into those machines almost convinced them their grand acts of heroism might not be as appreciated as Jerry and Tim assumed they should be.

"This is totally fucked" was the best Crusher could do. The rest were too freaked to add more. When they continued down the hallway until they came to a recently vacated room they knew what was coming. The smell of cum hanging in the air was enough to tell them what was expected of them.

"Okay this is where you cut to the chase right?" Fred tossed his towel over a chair, ignoring the expressions on several faces "this is where you explain everthing right?"

"Knock it off Fred!" Butthead Ericksen was shocked enough to find his voice. Up to this point he had been content to sit in the shadows and watch the evening degenerate from the impossible to something only a special effects department could pull together. But seeing that towel fly was the last straw "even you ain't crazy enough for this shit! This is way over our heads okay?"

"I've seen this before" was his answer.

"You been here before?" Jimmy knew what he meant without waiting for the answer.

"No" he looked at Howie "didn't I tell you about all this? Didn't I talk - "

"But it wasn't REAL!" Howie had been hanging onto the edge of a desk since he entered the room. It was cold and solid and real. But not real enough to convince him he was really lying in his bed at home at this moment and he would wake up in another few seconds if he could just pinch himself hard enough from this bad dream "you were talkin about - "

"I've seen this, these rooms, the experiments, the vortices, the - "

"The WHAT?!?!?" Carl did not like the sound of that one bit.

"The circulating funnels, the spirals of energy that - "

"They're gonna toss yer ass off the team for smoking that crack, dude" Grunt had to laugh. This had to be a joke now right? If not, then they were all like freakin! They putting drugs in the air conditioning or shit?

"You didn't believe me then" Fred looked at Howie "now you seein it with your own eyes y'still think I made that - I'm makin this shit up? Huh Howie?"

"Yeah" Howie hated the way his dick went hard as soon as he walked in the room. Like being in this horror movie was not bad enough, he had to be fuckin horned over it? What the fuck was wrong with him? Nervous breakdown? "I'm seein it but I still don't believe it."

"There's nothin wrong with you and you ain't havin a nervous breakdown" Mack nodded "yeah, I can hear ya loud and clear" looking at Kroos "that's part of it right? The mind reading?"

"Yes... yes it is..." he looked at Fred and a few others.

"Then y'know what I'm thinkin right now" Grunt glared at him.

"Don't need to be no mind reader for that, Grunt" Boo-Boo rolled his eyes "you wanna be home under yer blankets that mouth suckin yer thumb hopin the big bad bogey man don't find ya wettin yer sheets, I lyin?"

"Fuck you Stevens!"

"Right now?" Boo-Boo's towel went flying next, another hardon added to the collection "bring it on."

"Gentlemen gentlemen" Kroos raised his hands "most of you are quite aware you are merely experiencing the residual effects of the group who were here before and - "

"What happened to them?" Jimmy looked at the two tables.

"You vaporize them or something?" Carl hoped there was a way out of this maze now. But everywhere he looked he saw crotches, cocks, cum, Bernan.

"Or you just use'm all up?" Howie looked at Fred "just drained them dry til there was nothin left?"

"Nothing so dramatic" Kroos looked at the coaches "please brief me if all your team members have all accumulated so many points you all have had at least one orgasm tonight?"

"What?" Les looked at Driscoe "what the hell are you asking?"

"I'll translate" Jimmy had been through this on Sunday "Kroos - man I gotta get use to callin you that - 'this' Kroos is trying to figure out which one of us horndogs still has a full charge left, who had not drained their load yet, right? Cause I'm guessin you need a fully horned up dude, or dudes, for what comes next right?"

"This is where we get the full treatment right?" Howie looked at Jimmy "where we get those machine things stuck up our asses or worse, right?"

"Fuckin let me outa here!" Levon looked at Grunt "cause ain't nobody stickin no martian machine up my butt!"

"You need four guys" Jimmy ran his eyes over the equipment "two connected together right? Like blowin each other right? And two more plowing them right?"

"There will be no more of those..." Kroos looked at Les and Driscoe "unbridled four-fold circuits, are we clear on that?"

"Is that what blew out the fuses before?" Bernan was more worried than he wanted to show "that was not supposed to happen?"

"That most assuredly was NOT supposed to happen" Kroos looked at them "but you had little preparation for that or what the consequences might have been. No..." looking at Jimmy "but yes we need four.... volunteers."

"Count me out!" Levon was already half-way to the door "got it?"

"You will stay and observe" Kroos nailed him with the smallest of glances "because you would never believe your teammates' reports if you would not witness it for yourself."

"I don't know about no 'witness' but" looking at Grunt "even if I see it I still ain't believin it okay?"

"Regardless you will stay and - "

"Fuck that!" and he was reaching for the door when Les intercepted him. Something about his hardon pressing against Levon's towel-covered butt was a more convincing pursuader than either his muscled arm or knotted fist.

"Just because you've seen him do some pretty intense nasty shit tonight" Driscoe's voice went right into Levon's solar plexus "don't think he can't rip you into little pieces if he chooses to. Just sit that ass down before you get Lubonski mad. Because you really really don't want to see that, got it Trenton?"

"I don't get mad" Les' front reminded Levon's butt "I only get hornier."

"If that's possible!" Tim looked around the room "like I just had the ultimate orgasm up in our room, so what's this then?" grabbing himself through the towel, his hardon barely needing more emphasis.

"Let's do this!" Fred jumped onto one of the exam tables "because I'm gonna start blowing my load anytime with or without your machines."

"But you already - "

"Thanks to you dogs I was just about to when the whole fuckin room's pullin me away from - "

"You sure you -" Kroos recognized the glazed look, the over-enthusiastic flush of crazed lust.

"He ain't cum yet either" Howie eased onto the other table "it ain't pretty, dudes" looking at his roommates "but this is totally one hundred percent real okay?"

"Coach Bernan?" Kroos looked at various guys, his hands already busy and the sole console "you can...?"

"Okay, Tim and Jerry and..." looking at Driscoe "and I are the only ones who cannot participate from my room. Your guys?"

"My guys what?"

"Which of your guys not yet cum tonight?"

"Fuck Bernan" Les shooked his head "you just - "

"Me and Ollie for starters" Jeff looked at Ollie "well it's true right?"

"Not if it means I gotta..." nodding at the tables "what about Butthead? He's still walkin around with blueballs."

"What about me?" Carl looked at Bernan "Coach? You forgot to mention me."

"I'm trying to keep you out of this okay?"

"Too late for that Coach" Carl shrugged, his smile directed down at his feet "but thanks anyway."

"Kroemer you're too young for this okay?"

"If I'm old enough to be at the Y Saturday, or at Mort's - "

"You weren't there!" Bernan feared he may have been in the audience but he could not place him there.

"Not Saturday night no" Carl looked at Jimmy "but there were other - "

"C'mon Carl" Jimmy looked at Kroos "this is serious stuff now okay? A whole fuckin LOT more serious than Saturday okay?" waving away the comments and questions from the other guys "okay doc... if you really are a doc... I seen this setup before, or at least some kinda forerunner of this shit. I can help okay?"

"Very well" Kroos finished with a few buttons and then directed him Jimmy to stand next to the console "you will monitor this second display here. When the number goes aboves five, you will be responsible to turn on this machine here" pointing to something looking like a small air compressor "this red button here."

"It doesn't have a auto-start?" Bernan was not convinced.

"It does" Kroos was too busy to look up from what he was doing "but Mister Guenter here can start the relay at the five point, rather than wait for the program to initiate the transfer protocal at the five seven point."

"This sounds like so fuckin much bogus bull fuckin shit" Levon saw Grunt's expression and was only saying out loud what Grunt was boiling and roiling around in that overheated brain of his.

"Well then..." Kroos looked at the guys, then at Levon "if you manage to leave here without having achieved one of your more memorable orgasms the price of admission tonight will be cheerfully refunded" a slight wink at Driscoe.

"I ain't paid - "

"Levon, maybe we should call YOU Butthead" Pat Ericksen laughed, then his towel went flying as well. His cock was bobbing and even leaking now "we can cut the bullshit okay? You wanted to get us so worked up we'd let you do any kinda kinky shit right?" grabbing his cock and jacking off in front of the whole world "you get me hooked up right now or this load goes all over your nice pants Kroos" aiming his cock at the doc's fly. Butthead was convincing himself the nearness of his cock was making Kroos hard, but even if it was pure fantasy it was sure making his balls tighten up fast.

"Put those arms behind your back now!" Kroos took a step back and brought his own large arms up in case. But Pat was not slipping over the edge as fast as some others in the room. His hands slid away from his crotch and got busy rubbing his hard glutes up and down with obvious impatience.

"Because of the number of volunteers" Kroos looked at the wide eyes around the room "we have in this group we can do something significant... something more educational... something different now" he hit some buttons and the group heard the soft whining of motors kick in. They watched some devices descend from the ceiling, something resembling nothing so much as vinyl hammocks suspended from eight telescoping metal or plastic tubes. Until they were activated most guys had ignored them as perhaps soundproofing or even mere decoration. But when they were only a few feet over the two tables their purposes were more apparent "as you can see we can accomodate four 'volunteers' now, rather than two, so..."

"Man it's just like you described" Howie watched Fred leap from his table once he saw the two platform descend. It was one thing trying to make his bud understand what he had seen during one of those "exams"; it was something of an entirely more alarming order seeing them materialize before your eyes. Especially when they materialize right above your face, threatening to smother you with their reality "you really really WERE tellin the truth."

"Fuck I wish I had been makin this all up now" Fred looked around for the step-stool he knew would be in the corner. Without anyone bothering to say anything he brought it over to the spot next to the bed where he had witnessed its use in his vision. He climbed the four short steps up and placed himself face-down on that upper platform, the vinyl material bowing and stretching with his weight. His face went though the upper opening and his genitals though the lower, just like he remembered.

"How did you know about...?" Driscoe watched his quick movements, getting the question out after Fred was done.

"I saw this before" he could not turn his head the way it fitted into the padded opening "right Kroos? When you put me through your 'exam' and I couldn't figure out why I felt myself spinning over and over, I told you I felt upside down and you just told me to relax. You already were planning this then right?"

"Yes and no" Kroos hit a few buttons and the suspension device raised up a foot or two "but when we replayed your exam and listened to what you were saying, we realized you were providing us with a most invaluable solution."

"Soon as I saw this thing float down I knew what it was, I almost 'remember' lying here like this. But I could not tell if someone was below me - or above me, or what! - when I was losing it. Howie?"

"Y-y-yeah?"

"Y'owe me bud."

"What?"

"I told ya I'd remember. I told ya a time coming I'd call in the favor. Okay Howie, Point Red."

"What?"

"Y'heard me. Back on that table down below me. Now Howie. I'm calling in your debt, here and now."

"Please Fred not like this okay? Not with all these dudes watching okay?"

"Point Red Howie. One hundred per cent serious. Just like we talked about. Bud."

"Point Red" Howie got back on his table again, looking right up at his bud's balls and cock hanging a few feet over his face. He knew they were going to be trading blowjobs and there was nothing he could do about it. Or wanted to do about, he had to admit. All the activity tonight had been leading up to this. His only regret was he was not going to feel his cock buried deep between Fred's hard glutes. Or feel that big dick of his buried inside his ass. He was not sure if he could do it in front of all these guys, but after everything so far he had nothing to lose.

"I paid my ticket" Butthead had already kicked the step-stool over to the other table and had eased himself into the other suspended hammock "now I ride the ride" waiting for it to groan and creak and come crashing down with his additional weight. But it bowed and stretched like the other and he thrust his cock through the opening, his balls already too tight to hang much "okay doc, turn it on. I wanna ride this pony home!"

"Okay Trenton, on the table" Les barked at him "I know you ain't-"

"I ain't doin it is what" he looked at his teammates and then at Crusher "this is totally fucked."

"He ain't qualified anyway" Crusher almost enjoyed snatching the prize away from Levon even if he had no clue what he was missing. If it meant confirming the rumors about their activities in the bathroom, small price to pay "between blowing his jizz up my ass last night and jackin off in my jock this afternoon -"

"You lyin somabitch!" Levon yelled, ignoring the various shocked outbursts from around the room.

"I'll do it" Jeff went over to the table, tossing his towel as he did. The room was reminded of what a big challenge awaited Butthead, if that eight plus inches of hard cut meat was heading for his throat "besides that dick on Butthead there looks like I just gotta breathe on it and it'll blow, right?"

"Yours won't?" Les would have enjoyed being on the top bunk right about now.

"Very well gentlemen" Kroos raised Butthead's platform a foot to make room for Jeff, or rather his hardon, on the table. In a few moments he had all four strapped into place with Bernan's help "to make sure no one wanders off" as he put it. When Kroos finished and then rolled two small wheeled devices out from the adjacent room, a small groan escaped from three people present.

"Not those again!" Driscoe felt his dick give a small jump in spite of what he expected.

"Mister Lubonsky" Kroos indicated a spot in front of one of the machines "I believe your skills are required here."

"Do I have to?" Les whined, knowing how it sounded in front of the group.

"Yes you do" Kroos connected its wires to the console, and then to the dismay of some of the guys, produced a large tube of some kind of gel and squeezed it into the rubber opening on one side of the device "it is not every man who can produce six orgasms - I am sorry five? four? MORE orgasms - in one night."

"Five? Six?" from several of the guys at once. Talk about some weird kind of olympic competition or something! Could this big stud really produce maybe two more loads, much less four? They did not know what that machine was designed to do.

"Does it hurt?" Boo-Boo's eyes were glazing a bit "I mean what does that - what do those things do?"

"Perhaps you could demonstrate?" Kroos patted the device "Mister Lubonsky?"

"I did it last night" Driscoe shrugged "payback time right?"

"Fuck..." Les' towel was already off and he looked around the room "I'm just gonna pretend it some of your assholes instead" and he stepped in front of the machine, pressed a lever until the newly lubed opening was at the height of his cock and pressed into it, his semi-hard head stretching the rubber ring and then his crotch was slammed against the console. Kroos hit a few buttons and several displays came to life, a soft greenish glow lighting up Les' blond belly. He let out a hiss and grabbed the two bars on either side of the machine, beginning a slow fucking rhythm, thrusting again and again into the machine, the wheels squeaking slightly.

"A jack-off toy?" Ollie was not impressed "you bring us here t'watch him jack into a box?"

Kroos hit a few more buttons to put the program on hold as Les pulled his now hard cock free, green and shiny. A few of the guys knew what torture that was. Boo-Boo was one of them.

"Need another volunteer right?" he eyed the machine with a certain excitement "somebody who can cum a lot right?"

"Boo-Boo c'mon!" Grunt knew what that look meant "this ain't like- "

"You know me, you know I can pump several loads in a night."

"You already dropped a load okay?" Driscoe wanted to see someone else subject themselves to that horrible device. He knew what the inside felt like, the long nubbly tube, the thousands of little rubber electrode-tipped tongues twisting and stroking every inch of your taut flesh, the green irritating gel making the pulsating, pistoning lining such exquisite torture. The way the device suctioned your cock after you started pumping out your burning cum, never letting your cock soften, just more and more tickling, pulsing, stretching sensations until your cock was pumped hard again. Sometimes bending and flexing so it felt like the inside of a mouth, twisting until it felt like a pussy, tightening until it felt like a virgin butthole, back and forth, back and forth, the ultimate over-charged "jack-off toy" like that Ollie sneered, little realizing how inadequate a description that was. More like the ultimate nymphomaniac grabbing onto your cock with a stranglehold and not letting go until it pulled, sucked, squeezed every drop of cum out of you or you collapsed, whichever came first.

"Usually this is restricted to adults" Kroos looked at Bernan "but if you are as qualified as you suggest..."

"He sure as fuck is" Grunt smiled "my butt's sore just remembering that white boy's cock. Talk about not knowing when t'stop!"

"Okay we don't wanna hear about all that shit" Devon snarled, knowing that was exactly what he wanted to hear about.

"If you are sure..." Kroos applied a healthy squeeze of gel into the opening of the twin device. Boo-Boo's hard cock was inside it fast, almost knocking Kroos out of the way.

"Hey! It's broke! I don't feel anything... shit!" Boo-Boo's cock pulled out of the opening, as green and shiny as Les' before "damn that shit burns!"

"Put it back inside" Les was bent over his machine in a tight embrace "the cold air makes it worse."

"But it's hollow inside! I don't feel anything."

"You will as soon as I engage the program" Kroos hit a few more buttons. Everyone could tell from Boo-Boo's eyes when the several sections of the rubber lining came together, wrapping themselves tight around his hardness.

"Fuck! Do that again!" Boo-Boo started thrusting violently into the opening as soon as he felt something to thrust against. He got maybe three deep plunges in before Kroos disengaged the program again and he was fucking air "hey!"

"It appears our young volunteer is eager to see how many times he can produce semen for the device. But I need you to hold your 'enthusiasm' until we can proceed. Jimmy? Coach? Your assistance please?"

The three of them got busy first on the two hanging upside down in their taut hammocks. Fred's hole was already stretched from the evening's activities he did not notice much resistance to the small plastic and metal probe inserted into him. It was not much larger than a teaspoon, having roughly the same shape and proportions except it was fully round. And very greased with that same green gel. When he saw the same bulbous dildo being slid into Butthead's butt next did Fred notice there were no cords or cables attached to it, merely a small box on the end not much larger than his thumb, lit up with three blinking diodes. His own started to burn and tingle seeing that, suspecting it would be a matter of time before the wireless device would start doing what? This was not exactly what he enlisted for. He thought he would be lowered down until his mouth found Howie's upright bone and he felt his cock descend to Howie's open mouth in turn and the two would trade mind-blowing sucks like in his dreams. But this intruder in his upturned butt was not in the dream. And when he felt a small collar snapping around his balls and the base of his cock... that was definitely NOT in the dream either.

With Jimmy's and then Bernan's help, Kroos managed to get Howie and then Jeff's legs apart and hips lifted off the table enough to get matching probes in them as well. Their two cock and scrotal collars were on before their holes were adjusting to the tingling inside their asses.

"Very well gentlemen" Kroos redirected Jimmy to the relay point as before "as promised you will now see why your 'experiment' upstairs was amateurish as well as being slightly reckless. As well I hope you will understand why you have been brought here and what your parts to play in the upcoming crisis will be. Gentlemen, observe and learn" and he hit one more button on the console and engaged the program, the lights in the room dimming except for those coming from the various devices.

As Fred had been hoping, the two platforms lowered until he felt something warm encircling just the head of his cock. There was a slight tilting forward as his head lowered until his mouth found Howie's thick and very hard cock. He was just getting used to what that mouth was doing on his own cock down there when he felt it; the thing in his ass seemed to swell or some knob pushed sideways and started vibrating right into his prostate. He felt his balls wanting to empty when the band around his cock started vibrating like crazy. He felt Howie's mouth fly open and try to pull away from his cock but there was little room to move. Especially when it felt like the circle around his cock grow tighter or else his cock was swelling. Judging by the way Howie's mouth seemed to be shrinking as well it could only mean one thing; his cock was indeed growing! Then his own mouth felt the electric tingling coming from Howie's device, like he had put his mouth on some large short-circuiting dentist drill. Except this drill was starting to press further and further back into his tongue and against his throat. Howie's cock was growing bigger and bigger in his mouth! Just when he thought he was going to gag or cum or both the platform on which he was lying began to lift up a few inches until his open mouth was gasping and his cock was jabbing downwards at cold air. He opened his eyes and saw the blue flickers of light start to zigzag over Howie's brown forest of pubes, guessing the tickling coming from his own damp crotch meant the same was happening to him. If this was not cumming he dreaded what the real thing would feel like when it happened.

Jeff lay on his back, flexing and unflexing his buttcheeks, trying to get comfortable with that tube up his butt. It was not as large or uncomfortable as that blue dildo before, so he almost forgot about it when that mouth descended onto the top four inches of his hard cock. And if there was something Jeff could get lost in, it was a mouth on his cock. Hell, he could get his arm cut off - without anesthetic even! - as long as someone's mouth was doing just what that mouth was doing. Then bang! the buzzings and shockings started, and even when that thing in his butt started changing shape and pressing sideways right into his... FUCK! His cock just thrusting up into that mouth knowing he was gagging Butthead something wicked but his balls were churning out his load and his cock was pulsing and spasming like he was pumping his load up into that mouth, but he wasn't! He wasn't cumming! The big fat cockhead in his own mouth was spasming and lurching just like his must be, Jeff even tasting something sticky and salty

wet, assuming it was cum but his eyes opened and instead of seeing a pair of hairy nads suspended over him, he was looking down from somewhere over some tattooed shoulders, Fred's? DOWN? He was looking DOWN?!?!?

He could see the large muscled shoulders of Coach Lubonski, his whole body glowing as it continued thrusting his hard cock deep into the machine, even feeling that tumbling, twisting lining of that knobby sheath pressing against the sensitive areas along the underside of his cut cock like it was his own. And when he watched Coach Driscoe lube up his enormous hardon with that same green gel and press himself against Lubonski's ass, Jeff could feel the foreskin against his own ass, he could feel that head push free and start to press into his own hole. The vibrating device inside him swelled and stretched him, watching Les' yell and thrust into the machine, feeling the cum fly out of his cock and into the suctioning valve of that vibrating machine as Coach Driscoe's cock pressed forward, burying itself deep in Lubonski's - his own - ass. Jeff was watching the guys coming forward from their various positions plastered against the walls here and there, trying to stay away from the growing excitement, then coming closer to the six, now seven, joined bodies, hands reaching out, touching, rubbing, jacking, then Jeff felt his mind being yanked into Boo-Boo's mind next, feeling his big fat salami blowing out his second load of the evening, his cum getting suctioned away, the sensitive head now screaming to pull away from all those little tongues rubbing and stabbing at it. Boo-Boo pulled his cock free, away from that overload of sensation, only to feel a familiar tickling against his butt, knowing Grunt's big dick wanted to force its way deep inside his stretched ass one more time. Boo-Boo's dick found its way back inside that tight rubber asshole just as Grunt's giant cockhead started smearing that green goo deep into his crack, finding his pucker. When Boo-Boo started making his snoring noises, Grunt knew the ass leaning back into him was feeling little pain. What would often take five long minutes of forcing a size ten cock into a size five hole was happening in seconds. Grunt was too distracted by the images forming over their joined bodies to realize he was thrusting as deep as his cock would go. He could see their hometown, but from the air, and it looked like many of the streets were gone. Either blacked out or totally missing. He noticed his own was one of the ones wiped from the grid. His thoughts jumped to his family - were they dead? - then felt them safe but miles away. Or was he miles away? He tried to focus on the increasingly rapid images superimposing one over the other, his hometown, his school, the lines of trucks, the glint of flickering lights off the countless helmets and equipment of all those soldiers, a vast army of night moving through the wilderness. Then he was seeing and not believing the sight of their complex from hundreds of yards above, the pulsing lights he had seen last night, the coalescing discharges along the roofs, but seeing them from this high vantage point, and at the same time seeing the growing glows from their bodies in their present room forming around their crotches, growing brighter, forming a distinct shape, then traveling up to the ceiling and being absorbed by a circular fan-like structure and then with a buzzing poof! gone! Then the next haze would form and tighten to a ball, and again drift up to that vent and poof! gone! He was just about to figure out how it was all working, how they were somehow creating these discharges from what they were doing, when Boo-Boo's hole started snapping tight around his cock and Grunt just let it fly, filling his bud's familiar hole with his familiar hot jizz. Only after he pulled free, his cock slimed and covered with green tinged cum did the itching take over. He opened his eyes expecting the hallucination to be gone, but he could still see the faint glow at their crotches, and that vent at the ceiling was still making that buzzing popping noise every few moments. Fuck, this was no sex-crazed hallucination; this was fucking happening!

Levon did not do it intentionally. He had no desire to shove his big nasty dick deep into Boo-Boo's stretched hole but somehow the next thing he knew his cock was spasming and he was feeling his cum shooting down the length of his cock and deep into that hot slimy hole. Even when he felt someone's finger up his own shithole he did not stop rocking his crotch forward again and again into that hard football ass, his eyes squeezed tight, the sounds of jets and missiles somehow mixed together with his own grunts and yells as he felt something bigger than that dildo before pushing into him. They were trying to taxi the jet and his butt was the hangar. He had to let it inside him; there was a war on, he kept hearing, there was a war on. It was his duty as a soldier, he told himself. Even when his softening dick slid free of that slippery hole and he bent over something or someone to accomodate that jet rumbling into him, he was only following orders.

Boo-Boo knew just came and it felt like a series of cocks were taking turns fuckin the daylights out of him. But when he felt the familiar texture and girth of Grunt's cock in him again he knew he could do it; he could let this machine drain a third? fourth? load from him in what? Five minutes? He felt those familiar large muscles reach around him and that cock enter him and his cock just swelled and let the machine do what it needed to do to pull his juice from him. He was too busy feeling the hot embrace and pressing urgency of that treetrunk deep inside him. The way the lights were filling the room, then ascending up to the ceiling like large sluggish bubbles only added to the warm familiarity. Like he had always been here, always feeling his cock spewing cum deep into the waiting rubber gullet of this machine, always feeling that firehose unloading that cum into him again and again. And all of this in a room of other guys as swept up in this electrified frenzy of fucking and sucking and filling the darkness with their explosions of light. Because that is what they were doing; they were ejaculating bursts of light against the receding outer zone of darkness, the entire complex now cushioned inside this growing dome of pulsing blue blanket of protection.

"Four eight!" Jimmy yelled at Kroos, his voice drowned out by the growing buzzing of the room, the sounds from various guys like so many roaring winds.

"Hold it steady" Kroos was holding onto his console with both hands, his loose shirt and slacks flapping in the winds circling around them "wait for five."

"I can't hold it!" Jimmy looked down at himself, his hard cock started to glow towards the tip. He wanted to reach down and bring all the cum out of his balls even if it meant burning his hands, but he was trying to stay focused on the display, on that red button. And seeing all the sexual activity growing around him was making it worse. When he felt Kroos step next to him, the heat from his flank on his bare skin, Jimmy almost lost his balance. Kroos noticed his eyes start to flutter and grabbed Jimmy by his large fleshy shoulders. Jimmy had his hands on Kroos as fast, holding on to that steady rock as the room started spinning.

"What is the number Jimmy?" he heard a voice ask him from somewhere above the spinning whirlwind. He looked down below and saw the display dim and far away.

"Four... four eight" he heard his voice somewhere below him.

"We are close, very close" Kroos watched the two platforms start the slow steady up and down motions for which they were designed. With the combination of variable dischargings from the various devices, and the sophisticated program far beyond anything the other Krooses had been utilizing, in part because it was now incorporating all their techniques and discoveries, the four on the tables were being kept in a permanent state of near-orgasm, the raising and lowering of the platforms keeping their sixty-nining first joined in a circuit of building energy, then a slow decrescendo as they came back from the brink and their combined energy sent upwards. And each time mouths were pulled off dicks, the gap between them was brighter and brighter. And the sheen from their twisting flexing muscles growing brighter as well.

"Four eight" Jimmy yelled again into the hurricane. He felt that warm hand on his shoulder and that was anchor enough to keep him from spinning away into the vortex around him. His free hand went out to find something firm and stable and found instead something warm and hard with muscles. Before he knew what he was doing Jimmy had undone two of the buttons of Kroos' shirt, finding hard muscle covered with smooth warm flesh beneath his fingers. This was nothing like the hairy muscular body of the Doc Kroos Jimmy knew. This flesh was more soft, less threatening. His hand went lower, finding the large protruding navel, down further over the large smooth belly until it found the hard metal surface of a belt buckle. He might have heard or even felt Kroos' voice saying something, but the buckle was undone and the front of his pants open before he heard the voice more clearly.

"Number! Now what is the number?"

"Four nine" Jimmy was guessing at the display. He knew it was four-something, but it was not five. That much he could see. Jimmy's hand followed the eddys and currents of the buffetting air back to that smooth belly, following the curve back down to the top of his elastic waistband. Now he recognized the soft familiar texture of that smooth belly, even the texture of the briefs were his own. He rubbed down the front until he found what he expected. It felt hard like his own cock, but much much longer. Jimmy's hand had it out the fly in seconds, the uncut cock already slippery with familiar pre-cum just like his own.

"Number! What is the number?"

"Five!" Jimmy saw it plain and clear. Both hands reached out and found the red button. He jammed his thumb down into it and immediately the floor beneath him began to vibrate and rattle. He was too busy trying to aim the cum shooting out of his cock to notice Jerry and Tim pressing Kroos between them, one bent over in front of Kroos' now bared crotch, the other pressing his own hard cock deep between those wide cheeks. Jimmy fell to the floor as that cock impaled him and the last of his orgasm spat deep inside something tight and hot.

Crusher did not realize his cock was buried deep inside Boo-Boo's hole until he saw the arc of white light shoot straight up from the four joined bodies on those beds, right up and into that receptor, the beam growing brighter and narrower until it was no thicker than his finger, and then with a soft pop! it went out. A faint glow continued between the mouths and the dicks of the two suspended over the tables as Crusher felt the unmistakeable bulk of Grunt pressing into his back.

"Jus tell me y'don't want this, dog..." Grunt's fat cock found Crusher's crack already greased and stretched "go or not, what is it?"

"Do it Grunt" Crusher moaned, feeling Boo-Boo beneath him twisting and flexing as the machine continued to work over his cock "y'want that Boo-Boo?

Y'wanna feel me pump my load into you knowin Grunt's plowin my ass?"

"Fuck... fuck... fuck..." Boo-Boo did not know if he could do it. But the way the machine was tight around his cock, milking him enough to get his fourth? fifth? sixth? load from him, he knew the two dogs piled on top of him were gonna go for broke at the same time "fuck yeah! Fuck'm raw!"

"Do it stud!" Grunt drove his cock home, Crusher's muscles clenching beneath him "fuck that stud hard! Fuck!" Grunt slammed into this different hole, knowing his hips were driving Crusher again and again into Boo-Boo's hole. It did not take long for Crusher to lose the battle, his butt clenching tight around Grunt's cock as he emptied his nuts into Boo-Boo's chute. Boo-Boo felt that and somehow the machine did as well, and something like an orgasm spasmed through his whole body. Only Crusher's big strong arms kept him from toppling down to the floor, taking the machine with him. Feeling his two best dogs lose their nut beneath him was more than Grunt could handle and his cock swelled big and mean and his hot jizz burned out of his cock and into Crusher's pinching hole. The movie playing in front of his eyes went right past his screen of disbelief and straight into his brain.

"Five four" Jimmy collapsed against the console, the furious wind around him starting a slow decrease. He tried to get the attention of the now-naked Kroos sandwiched between those two guys, the three slamming into each other like crazy, Jerry and Tim determined to squeeze the big doc to jelly between them if it killed all three of them. Kroos managed to open his eyes hearing Jimmy call his name over the quieting storm, and pointed at one of the buttons. Jimmy hoped it was the right one and hit it.

The two suspended platforms lowered a few inches as the whining hum from the console shifted pitches. Jimmy just knew he did the wrong thing when he saw all four of the guys start jerking and spasming like they were being zapped with high voltage. A steady blue column of light rose up from them and disappeared into the receptor in the ceiling as the platforms pulled apart one last time. Seeing all the cum still oozing from all four cocks was enough for Jimmy to stop worrying he had electrocuted all of them where they lay.

Les lost track of how many orgasms that machine had pulled from him, or how many of these horny bastards had used his ass as their cum bucket. He knew at one point the dick inside him could only be the crooked club of that Mack guy, but it was unloading so fast and the next one replacing it he could not be sure. Instead he was doing the best he could to make sure Kroos and his maniac assistants were not letting those precious generated pulses discharge in some wrong wasted manner. He had seen this operation before. Boy had he seen it before! Hell he had seen it too many times, and it still made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. One of the Krooses had tried explaining it to him, or rather to his cock, but once he got to that tipping point where he clothes were off and he was just rutting and fucking like some crazed animal, all the technical clarifications in the world would barely matter. Because Les Lubonski, the king of dickbrains, was watching that same impossible, unbelievable movie over and over, each time seeing more and more of Stevie, his Stevie, his best and closest bud from high school, each time his image growing more and more distinct, more palpable. Tonight was the first time he could actually feel him and even press his body against his. He even could sense his dick was not emptying into some pointless machine; it was dropping his load into Stevie's ass. Again and again. Les knew it was not a hallucination, not the way Stevie looked, all grown up and even a bit banged up from all his years of football. But the real shocker was the look of recognition when Stevie realized he was not imagining it either; he and his best bud Les somehow were in some form of distant communication now. And even more impossible, they were finally doing everything they never ever dared discuss all those years before. Sometime during Les' fourth orgasm and Stevie's second they were able to figure out where the other was. Before the final discharge was sent up the microwave feed to the satellite in geosychronous orbit over Les' head, Stevie was able to get a lock on Les' position and told him he would be in a helicopter and joining their outpost by daybreak tomorrow. And bringing more soldiers as well.