The Exam

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Chapter Ninety-nine

Tuesday Aug 13

"In a cosmic sense, the collision of the ninth

periodic comet discovered by the team of Carolyn

and Gene Shoemaker and David Levy with the

planet Jupiter was unremarkable. The history of

the solar system, indeed its very genesis, has been

marked by countless such events. The cratered

surfaces of planetary bodies are a testament to this

ubiquitous phenomenon; even the Earth's ephemeral

surface records the continued action of this

elemental process in impact craters and

in the fossil record..."

Keith Noll, Harold Weaver, and Paul Feldman

Jorge stuffed all the bills and coins into his jeans and rattled down the hall nodding at one or two guys as he did. He got to the machine at the end of the hall just as his hands had jammed the last bill into his front pocket. He pulled it out again and ran it into that soft drink machine which was purring a bit loudly. He hit one selection, empty! then another then another. The whole machine had been emptied by these guys! He swore and saw the door leading to the stairs. He could only go down.

The fifth floor had the ice machine which he hit just for meanness sake. The fourth floor had another coke machine. He hit one selection, hearing the beautiful sound of a loud clanking and clanging as his can hit the tray.

"Use your own machine asshole!" he heard from down the hall. Just his luck, an angry minnow coming his way.

"Ours is busted" and he looked in that direction. Mannie stood there, his hand muffling his mouth, but laughing his head off.

"You shoulda seen your face homey!" he punched Jorge in his bare full stomach, seeing him almost double over "too fuckin funny!"

"Thought I ended up on a minnow floor" looking around, but they were alone.

"You did!"

"What the fuck you doin here then? Lookin for a fight?"

"It's like cool okay?" he lowered his voice "remember you tellin me all that shit at the Y? I just about shit my pants when I talked to some of the guys on the bus and it's true! And what's even hotter is I may go out for football this year!"

"Mannie you bastard what about wrestling?"

"Relax cholo, I think I can do both!" grabbing Jorge's can "thanks! C'mon I wanna have you meet the guys."

"And get pounded?"

"Ain't like that!" Mannie grabbed his arm and started dragging him down the hall. Anybody else would have gotten a right hook but Mannie got away with shit like that. Soon they were at four-oh-nine and Mannie unlocked the door. They were inside before Jorge could look around the room.

"This here's that wetback I told you about!" looking at the guys "you know Brian - "

"Ah... yeah" nodding at Brian. Jorge and Brian were not on good terms so when Brian got off his comfortable spot on the bed next to that sociopath Terry the Hulk, Jorge almost flinched. He really flinched when Brian gave him a big pat on the back.

"Dude glad you made it!" Brian was actually smiling "thought you were with all those guys we left back at the other place."

"Guys really back there?" a black-haired bruiser almost as big as Terry asked.

"Nobody was left behind" an older guy stood up "I'm Walt, Walt Walker" and he shook Jorge's hand as well.

"No he ain't no relation" Mannie looked at him "too funny if he was, right?"

"Hi how's it going" Jorge almost let himself look at the guy. He was in his late twenties maybe early thirties and big. Maybe forty-two waist and a chest even bigger. Dark brown hair and needing a shave. Like maybe his third today, Mannie thought. Man, he looked like a bouncer or worse.

"Walt here's one of the talent scouts but from the Arena Football League."

"How come you weren't at the table or introduced?"

"That's what I'm askin!" looking at the guys and getting a laugh "if you ain't NFL-"

"You get no respect!" the whole room answered in chorus. It was the old joke in the room apparently.

"These two mutts are from Iowa" Mannie indicated the guys sitting towards the side, one straddling a chair, one hunched over, his chin on his fists.

"Jim" the black-haired guy on the chair nodded.

"Call me Louie" the other guy got off the bed and knocked fists. He could have been Polish or Russian, all the same to Jorge, all these gringos look alike. Except this guy did not look like a football player, unless he was a running back or something. Tall and all legs.

"You know Terry over there" Mannie announced the two-hundred pound gorilla.

"So where are the wrestlers?" he actually got up? He got up to slug Jorge in the chest? No as hard as was his style. And he said wrestlers???? Not crappers but wrestlers? Maybe it wasn't really Terry, just some guy from another school looking like him and this was Mannie's fucked-up joke.

"Upstairs" was all Jorge could cough out.

"Typical" he snorted "get the better digs."

"Even hotter up there" Jorge looked around the room "you wouldn't wanna be up there, it's almost cooler down here like."

"See, ya big whiners?" a deep bass voice boomed through the room. This guy must have been a long-lost Harrison relative.

"And this guy you might recognize" this time Jorge went to him to shake hands. He was at the table both nights, but was barely introduced for some reason.

"Everybody knows you, the Steelers would be shit without you - I mean - "

"Good to meet you Jorge" which he pronounced like Hore-J. Like Jorge was going to correct him.

"I thought that was you up there but I wasn't sure."

"Yeah it's Sam Morrison in the flesh!" Terry was on good behavior and almost fawning. No wonder Jorge was still in one piece!

Jorge took the chance to check Sam out in his peripheral vision. Big like Bo and almost the same big gut. Balding and maybe a bit shorter and lighter skin but from certain angles even Klu might not be able to tell them apart.

"You guys visiting or..." Jorge's stomach churned.

"These guys were so glad to see us when we stopped by" Walt laughed "they offered us a room for the night."

"Walt's full of shit" Sam growled at him, the furniture vibrating "like we were telling these guys, thanks to all you punks showing up and even more showing at this new place, us staff been put out of our wing to make room for all you girls."

"So you..." Jorge knew the answer "you two staying here with the guys?"

"Too cool or what!" Jim beamed.

"Why are we so lucky?" Brian smiled, but he was not upset "or what?"

"You ain't the only ones" Jorge looked at Mannie "we got two of the coaches, talent agents with us too."

"Fuckin really?" Mannie looked shocked.

"Told you guys that, you didn't believe it" Walt looked at Terry. Apparently there had been some skepticism from that quarter initially.

"Didn't believe what?" the bathroom door opened and a shirtless guy stood there, the sound of the flushing fading behind him. Jorge saw him and suddenly did not feel so underdressed. He was either blond or light red headed, these gringos all look like albinos he thought "you here too?"

"Naw this is Jorge a guy from my school."

"Oray?" the guy tried twisting his tongue around it and was failing.

"Call me George" Jorge held out his hand "some dudes can't pronounce it like."

"Me too" he shook hands then knocked "except most guys - like the silent one back there - they just call me Gordo" and man, he was a gordo, Jorge thought. Big almost as Baby Huey but pink and freckled where Baby Huey was just a fuckin albino. It looked like his right ear was pierced but nothing in it now. And his goatee was a lot better than most Jorges had seen, a good three inches tapered to a nice point. Real good look for him.

"Okay Gordo" Jorge tried not to laugh at the joke.

"The dude with the tape over his mouth hiding in the corner is Larry" Gordo introduced his friend "say hi Larry!"

But Larry just waved. He was another guy who looked too thin for football.

Jorge hoped he could run otherwise guys like Gordo or that Jim guy would make short work of him. What Hulk would do Jorge shuddered to think.

"See what I mean?" Gordo laughed "can't shut him up."

"Where you guys from?"

"Don't the accents kinda give'm away?"

"We're from" Gordo looked at Larry "Min-A-So-Wa-Ta" they guys laughed at the piss poor accent "actually Minneapolis. We don't talk funny there."

"Guess again" from Louis, his own accent much worse.

"So you dudes are like used to all this north woods shit huh?" Jorge thought anything west of the Mississippi was solid wilderness.

"Ain't this place awesome?" from Jim "I used to come to places like this for skiing. There skiing around here?"

"Jim it's August" Walt took the last chair.

"Not now!" he looked around the room, losing points "I mean in winter."

"Probably" Gordo looked at him "I'm guessin we're not far from International Falls."

"International?" Louie asked.

"Yes, the U.S. and Canada border" Walt looked at Sam, waiting for somebody to ask.

"So what you guys been doin all night?"

"Y'know just shooting the shit" Terry looked at him "what about you guys in the luxury suites up on six?"

"Shootin a..." Jorge almost said, movie! "shootin the shit. Like you. Think for a place like this they'd have at least cable!"

"Actually..." Walt looked at Jorge "we were trying to sort out some of the more obscure points about the registration fees for this week" seeing Terry give a smart jerk.

"Because many of you girls ain't paid yet" Sam's voice almost shook the windows. Luckily they were already open, the faintest breeze rustling some papers on the table there.

"You should be paying US for that bus ride" Brian looked at Mannie "or at least pay for the damn doctor bill."

"We both still got nasty headaches from that."

"Sure it just ain't a hangover?" Jim chuckled hi-fiving Larry. Well at least he could move.

"I hear about any alcohol on the facilities" Sam growled "you in a more trouble'n you care to know about."

"Nobody was drinking right Jorge?" Mannie looked at him.

"Don't ask me."

"We have already apologized for the inconvenience we caused you guys" Walt had been over this a thousand times.

"Stop bitchin" from Brian "that place was awesome."

"How could you tell" Mannie snarled at him "we couldn't even see it in the dark."

"That really happened?" Gordo looked at Jorge "these guys tell me you have some kind of black out?"

"They wake us up in the middle of the night and tell us to pack and leave like a bunch of criminals or something."

"Weird..." was all Gordo said. Larry just sat staring at the wall.

"So Jorge?" Walt asked, a much better attempt at the name "what did the coaches tell you guys?"

"Tell us?" looking at Terry, fearing the wrong word might set him off "they just told us not to worry, by Friday this would all be fixed or something."

"They say how?"

"Not a word. Something about if we don't get it settled in the next day or two, we'd figure something out Friday, is all."

"So we running on credit til then?" Brian looked at Jorge, big fuckin help you are!

"I say we make this whole bunch work their asses off if they don't pay."

"Call our parents, I know my dad sent a check or something" from Jim.

"We have received your fees from some of you" Walt looked at Sam "but not all. Yet!"

"Make them wash dishes."

"Or hunt for our food" Jim chuckled "I can bring in enough to feed all these dudes just gimme a rifle or something."

"No guns!" Brian looked at Mannie.

"Don't look at me" he looked at Jorge "just because I look like a gangbanger-"

"We won't be asking you to hunt for your meals" Walt raised his hands and the room quieted down "but we need to talk about that."

"About what?" Brian looked at Mannie.

"Like we were discussing before" Walt looked at Jorge "your friend joined us."

"Dudes I'm just leaving" fearing the reaction if he did not return with an armload of cold cans of pop "you dudes sort this out."

"We can use your feedback too here" looking at the room "like we were talking about before... what if your dad's check didn't arrive and you needed to cough up the two grand. How could you do that?"

"Send you money when I got home?" Louie looked at them like they were playing him "because I got maybe..." pulling out his wallet "two, no two fifty" showing his twenties "unless you take plastic" getting a few guys to laugh at that.

"What if you could earn it?" Sam joined it "what if let's say some dudes with real deep pockets showed up and said, you dudes need some cash, we could float you the loan."

"Yeah and end up with broken kneecaps? No way" Louise looked at Jim "I need to play ball, not run from a couple of gangsters looking for their loan."

"Not what we're talking about here" Walt looked at some of the guys.

"Then what are you talking about?" Terry looked at Mannie then at Brian "you talking about some kind of loan or actual payment?"

"Actual payment."

"For doin what?"

"What would you do" Walt looked at Jorge "or not do for... let's say five grand?"

"Five?" the silent sphinx in the corner finally spoke "this thing only was supposed to be costing us two!"

"How about if some guy said: Larry I'll pay for this week and more money on top of it!"

"I'd say you got it!"

"To do what?" Terry smelled something bad, and it wasn't the crapper in the room "like what?"

"Cool sweatshirt y'got there" Sam looked at him "how much y'want for it? If you'd sell it."

"I dunno."

"Brian how about that t-shirt of yours?"

"Shit I'd pay you" and he pulled it over his head and tossed it towards Sam, making sure it didn't hit him.

"I'll take it. Fifty?"

"Fifty bucks for my stinkin shirt?"

"Fifty" and Walt reached into his wallet and started peeling off bills "take it or leave it."

"Okay this is nuts" Brian grabbed the three bills "but I'll take it before you change your minds" pocketing the money "like it's worth maybe five if that."

"Okay gentlemen" Walt looked at them, seeing the nervous shock of recognition on a few faces "see how you would be willing to sell something as surprising as a shirt for money? Think now what else you would or would sell, would or would not do" looking at Sam "in order to defray your expenses or even start the school year with extra spending money."

"This is weird" was all Terry would say. His mind ran back to what he did with Bo and that Steve guy and his boss. Yes and he thought about how much money he left with Sunday, not two days before. The memory was still vivid, but this was so much different. There were guys here he knew and important dudes he needed to make a good impression on. And he was not about to admit to be willing to do anything like Sunday's events again for money.

"Perhaps" Walt looked at Jorge then at the group "Jorge you on the wrestling team?"

"Ah... maybe" looking at Brian, not daring to catch Terry's eyes.

"Tell the guys about how your team was short on cash for next year for equipment and all for your upcoming season."

"Ah... er" he looked at the group, suspecting Brian knew all the nasty details from Joel or the whole town repeated over and over "like he says, the coach told us because of school cutbacks and shit" expecting a rebuke for that word from Walt or Sam but they just nodded "like we were a few thou in the hole. We found some dudes and they agreed to... y'know... like sponsor us, like pay the bills."

"For what?" Terry smelled the stink getting worse "what'd ya gotta do for all that dough?"

"Nothing much... some of the guys... y'know... we - "

"The thing is" Sam cut Jorge off before he stopped breathing "they came together, like a real team, and pulled their butts out of the fire."

"Yeah, like that" Jorge swallowed and felt the air returning.

"So the same challenges, they might have to be tackled by you guys as well" Walt looked at the group "so the issue is: would you be willing to think about what you would do or wouldn't do" the sucker punch to the stomach "or wuss out and let some other team like the wrestlers make ya look like a bunch of pansies?"

"No fuckin WAY!" Terry glared at Jorge like this was his fault "we ain't no pussies!"

"So let's say..." Walt saw Terry as the main gauge of the rest of them "if Brian's t-shirt is worth fifty, how much would your sweatshirt be worth?"

"Fuckin hundred!" glaring at Brian's naked chest.

"Hundred" Walt peeled off the five bills "there ya go."

"But... but" Terry looked at Sam then the rest of them "I was just... y'know... like hypothetical n'all."

"You said it was worth a hundred? There's a hundred. Take it or leave it."

"You ain't serious."

"Brian seemed serious and he sold a t-shirt for fifty" Walt asked for confirmation "isn't that what you understood it to mean?"

"Yeah exactly."

"Well?"

"This real money" Terry scooped up the bills "it ain't fake or any shit right?"

"You tell me, it looks fake to you?"

"No... no really."

"You took the money, you sold the sweatshirt" the room hushed. There was a call out over the lake some wild animal or bird. But the guys all looked at Terry, wondering what he would do. When he pulled it over his head and tossed in on the ground, something shifted in the room, something unspoken but almost ominous "it's old anyway."

"Okay see how that would work?" Walt looked at the rest of the guys "and I cannot imagine the wrestlers having to do anything as odd as that for their fundraiser, right Jorge?"

"Not exactly no" Jorge wanted to say: ask Moose how much worse it was!

"You say 'would' as if" Louie was having trouble with this "it were not real, as if Terry - I'm sorry The Hulk here - were not able to keep the money now."

"It's yours to keep, just like any earnings you might make this week would be yours, or your team's too keep."

"So who are these sponsors and what we gotta do to make the money?" Mannie knew what the answer was going to be, and knew he'd get killed for asking the question but he had seen too much and done too much not to have earned the right to get this in the open now.

"That is why you need to think about, what you need to decide."

"Man y'don't need to get all tied into a knot" Sam stood up "it ain't like rocket science or anything."

"Like you need to worry about this" Gordo looked at him "I'm sure you coaches and scouts already made a fat bundle already right?" looking at Walt's wallet.

"Fuckin wish" Sam looked at Gordo then the rest "y'all shocked at the language? What are ya a bunch of babies I gotta burp over my shoulder or shit?"

"We ain't babies" from Brian.

"So would you do it?" Jim asked Sam "like what would you do or not do?"

"Me?" Sam smiled a tiny smile "shit just about nothin I would not do if they're payin. Why you think I'm here?" looking at Jim "for the damn fishing?"

"No I mean..." he looked at Louie "let's say they asked you to do somethin... I don't know.... kinda weird?"

"Like how weird?"

"I don't know..." biting his lip "just... y'know... not somethin you'd normally do?"

"Like sell your shirt for starters" from Mannie. He liked it when he could turn the tables on these guys for a change.

"Come here and show me like" Sam made some room for him "sell my shirt?"

"Would you do it? I mean if somebody - not me! - asked for you to sell your shirt or some stuff."

"Shit I'd do it."

"Your shirt maybe" Gordo looked at Larry "not like your shoes or pants or shit."

"You callin my pants shit?"

"Hell no!" Gordo was on the spot "I just mean something kinda... y'know weird or maybe a bit... y'know... not something you'd want your family to find out about."

"Like what?"

"You'd really sell your shirt? Or other things you're wearing? If they wanted to... forget it, that's just too - "

"Too gay?" from Louie "too indecent how you say?"

"Too perverted" Jim looked at Terry "like someone would even ask that of one of us guys."

"What if they did?" Sam picked up Terry's sweatshirt and tucked it under his arm like an afterthought "I would sure as fuck would do it. If I needed to."

"And what if they asked you to do something really really perverted?"

"Like what?"

"I dont KNOW" Jim's voice almost shrill with confusion "something..."

"Like even sexual" Mannie had enough playing games "y'know really really gnarly. Something even x-rated like."

"I'd do it" Sam looked at Walt "if it was for the team, if it meant keeping the year together yeah."

"We talkin about the team or our own pockets?" Terry heard the shift.

"Both, either" Walt looked at Sam "show ya an example. You Mannie."

"Yeah?"

"Let's see if this is what you're trying to get at" he looked at Sam "what if I offered you two twenty bucks for the first guy to toss me his shirt."

"Done!" Mannie's t-shirt was flying over his head and at Walt's feet in a second.

"Dude put it back on!" Terry groaned "nobody wanna see your fat ass" but some guys did look. Like his bald head Mannie was still keeping up the shaving. Everywhere. And his full fleshy pecs with those large protruding nipples could almost have been a chick's tits. He even got a few whistles. But Mannie was the past the point of caring about his roundness. These weren't wrestlers or swimmers these were his new football allies. And football players were supposed to be big!

"Hold that for him" Walt gave Jorge Mannie's money "guys? What next?"

"Twenty for the pants" Terry looked at Gordo then Jim like, he ain't really gonna do it, it's bullshit!

"Let's say I offer fifty instead" Walt looked at them.

"This is just for instance right?" Mannie looked at Jorge and then each of them "just for example like. This is only like a theory I don't really LOSE my pants right? I get my pants back if - "

"What are you some kinda lawyer dicking the fine points?" Sam unbuckled and unzipped his dress slacks and before anyone could catch up they were tugged over his expensive shoes and on the floor "kid where were you when I was negotiating my contract?" a bit of nervous laughter bouncing once or twice around the room. More than a few eyes were taking in those treetrunk legs and that white pouch before it disappeared beneath the bottom of his shirt.

"You would do that?" Terry saw this could get worse "but no way you'd actually y'know..."

"Like totally bare ass" Jim finished for him "cause that would be totally gay."

"Totally impossible, it would be obviously perverted right?" Louie was struggling to find the right word. Somehow "skanky porno" would not have been in his phrase book, Jorge guessed.

"I'm a married guy with three, maybe four kids okay?" Sam looked at Louie.

"Four? Your wife pregnant?" Jim needed to recover face.

"Ain't always about the wife" he looked at Louie knowing he would not understand "you get my drift."

"You player!" Mannie beamed "somethin on the side?"

"If you boys ain't old enough for this" kicking his pants towards Walt "you sure as fuck ain't old enough for that answer."

"Too wild" Louie smiled. Maybe he did understand.

"You didn't really answer Jim's question" Gordo avoided Larry's panicked signals "would you do the full monty like? Like total frontal if - "

"Like I said, whatever I need to do, okay?" he looked at Walt "how many times I gotta repeat myself."

"They are still trying to sort this out, let them..."

"Fuck this" Brian stood up "I don't gotta sort this out, I get this loud and clear" looking at the two "you wanna see how far you can push this? Let's see" looking at Sam, hoping he would call a halt to this before it got as bad as Brian suspected it could "what you two are talking about. But!" locking eyes with Sam "if I do it you do it!"

"Nothin wrong with that!"

"Sit down Brian" Mannie was already back on the bed "we know you ain't got no sense. This ain't Mort's for crissakes!"

"Mort's? What's Mort's?" Walt looked at him.

"I'll tell ya when you're older" Mannie smiled. He was not sure if Jorge and Brian were laughing or choking.

"You'll tell us both" Sam's voice boomed "but not tonight."

"Start getting your money out of the bank" Brian looked around at his friends "cause I got a huge credit card bill coming due in a few weeks."

"Shit Bennings" Terry glared at him "you heard the dudes, if there's any money here it ain't for us, it's for the team. Like Jorge there said. You know they were threatening all those cuts last year. Only old man Connors stepping in at the last minute-"

"Thought it was Baby Huey's dad."

"Whoever okay?" Mannie joined in with Terry "if we're gonna do anything, it ain't to keep you from getting arrested for blowing your load on that cycle this summer - "

"Hey you thought it was hot!"

"It was, it is" Mannie edged to the end of the bed "but if you think you're gonna somehow pocket all our dough when it's the school when it's our TEAM needs it..."

"You girls gotta figure out how you're spendin it" Sam growled "that's your headache."

"But you haven't even earned it yet and already you're worrying about how to spend it" it looked like Walt was almost smiling at Sam.

"That's Bennings" Terry leaned back, his hands behind his head, pitting out bad "in a nutshell."

"Nutcase y'mean."

"Okay just so we're clear on this" Gordo looked at Jim and Terry, the big-dog core of the group forming "we gotta know what the limits are here, what kinda parameters we -"

"He means what might he have to do if -"

"You guys tells me. What would you do or not do?"

"How about you?" Louie looked at Sam, trying to turn the tables. He had heard about this kind of stuff back home in Poland, how guys would offer young guys money for... well there was a lot of locker room talk about having to do illegal things, involving airport security and mysterious packages.

"What about me?"

"Would you do illegal things like smuggling or shit?"

"Boys that is definitely NOT what you might be asked to do" Walt looked at him, fearing the guy might have Interpol on his trail.

"Or let's say" he had to ask, if for no other reason than to clear the air and quiet his fears. He remembered some other guys offering to film some of them at their health facilities, at first harmless things like roughhousing in the pool. He did not see guys in this country swimming naked like they did at home so he assumed these Americans were more shy about exposing themselves in public. When the guys moved their cameras to the showers and had the guys do more than just shower Louie decided to leave "some of it might involved nudity or... worse."

"What you mean Louie, spit it out!"

"Worse like what if they asked you" Jim tagteamed "what if some idiot told ya" catching Gordo and Terry turning towards him "to stand on the forty-yard line and beat your meat!" the most ridiculous and impossible thing he could imagine.

"I'd do it" Sam stared them down "if they paid me. Fuck sure like someone would want to see that."

"You wouldn't do that" Gordo jumped in next "that's fag bullshit!"

"Do I look like a fag?" Sam spun on him, rattling every loose log in the wall.

"No I mean No! I didn't mean..." suddenly a whipped puppy.

"Not you" Terry took his turn "he meant the asshole asked you to do something like that."

"Fuck I care who or what he is" Sam stared him down next "if he pays I give a shit."

"No one's callin you a fag" Brian wanted a part of this "no one's got a death wish like that. But I think maybe" back to Terry on thin ice "what the guys are trying to say is: what if they asked for like really faggy shit?"

"Like more than naked" Louie replayed all those near-experiences "I heard about guys, not here okay?" making sure nobody in the room was implicated "but back home in Poland, some guys were very poor and needed money very bad and when men come along and offer them money- "

"For sex?" Mannie hoped nobody caught the glance at Jorge "like prostitution?"

"I don't know... I heard some guys... maybe" holding up his hands "but what I did hear about, what some guys there, guys I know did, they did things at the hall of physical culture, you call gymnasiums right? they let themselves be filmed naked and..." hell they had to find out "do sex things with each other, and were filmed doing it. Like that?"

"You do that?" Silent Larry blurted out. Guys were not sure which was worse: he opened his mouth or what came out of it!

"No" looking at Sam "but guys I know, friends I know, yes they did."

"Bullshit" Gordo waved him down "they were bullshittin, that never happened."

"I saw the money, they say it happened. I believe them."

"Maybe they got the money some other way" Terry was getting nervous now. If he wasn't careful that shit at that warehouse might come spilling out "y'know like black market or shit."

"Maybe perhaps you are right."

"That what you talking about?" Terry challenged "cause I know for damn sure you would never do gay shit like that, not in a million years."

"These guys don't listen do they?" Sam turned to Walt "maybe they listen to you."

"Okay guys you don't believe Sam maybe this will convince you" Walt looked around the room "you Louie!"

"What about me?" wishing he had not singled himself out by volunteering that information.

"How much they pay those guys?"

"For what?"

"Let's say just strip down to nothin" waiting for the shocked comments around the room.

"I don't know" Louie did the math in his head "each guy maybe... your money a hundred dollars."

"Okay a hundred bucks anyone strip down."

"Now?" Gordo looked around the room like they were all nuts.

"Would you do it?" Walt looked at him next "any of you girls?"

"Like just right here like right now?" Terry joined in trying to get the heat off Gordo.

"I'd do it" Sam smirked "but then you already callin me a fag."

"Nobody ever called you that" Mannie stared at him "really? You'd really do it?"

"Sure" Sam set the snowball rolling "you?"

"Like anyone would pay to see Mannie's fat bare ass" Brian chuckled.

"Take it or leave it" Walt threw the money on the bed next to him.

"What? You got like a million dollars in your pocket there or something?"

"Enough to make this worth your while" Walt shot back "enough to pay off that cycle."

"Okay joke's a joke" Gordo looked at Mannie "but this is far enough."

"You got balls enough" Mannie challenged Sam standing up trumping Brian "same here."

"Okay do it" Sam tugged his t-shirt over his head. Mannie, and the rest of the guys, saw what he had been hiding but what those huge legs had intimidated. This dude was big in all the right places. He could stop half the offensive line all by himself. When he was down to his white bulging briefs he looked at Mannie. Mannie looked at the guys, seeing a very freaked Terry as his pants went down. He was commando and standing there naked before they knew what hit them. He looked around at the guys, their faces hanging open, staring at his totally shaved body and then that crotch.

"What?"

"Dude what happened to you?" they could see the shaved pubes and the snake tatto winding around the base of his dick.

"I hear y'gotta shave to go out for swimming" Mannie laughed at Jorge. Jorge had enough sense to laugh back,

"They hadda pull him outa the pool before he drowned" giving Mannie a thumbs up.

"Not that" Brian pointed "that!"

"I was drunk one night okay?"

"You musta been more than drunk" Terry whistled "Herrer I knew you were nuts, never knew HOW nuts."

"More nuts'n you wanna know" from Jorge against the wall.

"You know about this?" Terry looked at him, or rather tried to tear his eyes away from that thing "you got one too Suarez? All the crappers marked and shit? Besides Moose's bicep thing?"

"Just me okay?" Mannie gave himself a tug, letting the guys know staring was the least of his worries right now. Hell some of them already saw him in the showers, and the guys that didn't would sooner or later. He was getting off easy "thinkin it's your turn now stud" seeing what reaction that might get from Sam. But he just chuckled with a slight shrug and sat down on the bed, unlacing his shoes and then pulling off his socks. He stood up and hooked his thumbs in the waistband as he turned his back on them.

"Normally I expect music for this" pulling them down and showing those smooth brown glutes, almost as wide as those gigantic thighs "or a camera or shit."

"Don't talk about cameras" Terry almost hit himself when that slipped out. He ignored the glance from that Louie guy. But he heard a small grunt for big Gordo over by that bathroom door. His hand was still on the handle!

Sam pulled his briefs down to his ankles almost doubled over. All the muscles of his ass and legs popped like crazy. Before they sucked all the air out of the room he straightened up and turned around, his arms held wide.

"See? Ain't no big thing" and it wasn't. Like Mannie he had shaved his crotch, his stubby uncircumcized cock sticking out three inches from a huge tight ballsac much darker. Compared to Mannie's impressively tattooed and smooth crotch, he looked a bit outdone "ain't got a big one like Mannie here. So like I said, anyone nuts enough to pay to see me do the monty and worse on the forty-yard line I say bring it on!"

"Dude you are fuckin awesome" Gordo hated to admit it but he was impressed "how much you bench press?" shifting the attention away from their two crotches.

"Two, two twenty on a windy day."

"Amazing I gotta see that" Gordo whistled.

"Like this?" Sam ran his hands down to his crotch.

"No! I mean..." man could that dude blush. Suddenly you could not tell where the freckles had been. Jorge thought this albino was as bad as Moose's friend Ern.

"Now you girls believe me?"

"Think these dogs can tell I ain't no girl" Mannie shook himself, his floppy dick looking like a large wet noodle.

"Okay we can tell now put it away" Terry covered his eyes turning his head "I seen enough."

"You guys get the idea now?"

"But..." Louie remembered his friends bragging about their money, almost rubbing it in his face. When they went out later and they could buy anything and Louie sat there with his bottled water he swore he would not turn down an opportunity if it ever came his way again "that is all now? That is all they would have to do? What if somebody else..." he looked at Jim "what if other guys wanted to earn money too?"

"Doing what?" Brian saw enough to know where this train would inevitably crash.

"Again guys" Walt looked at Mannie and Sam standing there naked, not trying to hide anything "it depends on you. And what you would or would not be willing to do."

"If it's just standing naked I..." looking at Jim again "that is something I can do."

"What if someone wanted a picture of it for their scrapbook?" Jim gave him his worst scowl "you sure as fuck wouldn't then!"

"I would" Brian looked at Mannie and Jorge "like Sam here, if someone's stupid enough to offer the money, I'm - "

"Stupid enough to do it" Terry finished for him. He also saw the freight train heading their way and wanted off the tracks when it hit. Or at least be able to push somebody besides himself in front of that monster when it hit.

"Let's see how" Walt went over to his luggage, dug around, and pulled out a small pocket-sized digital camera "serious you are."

"Put it away he was joking okay?" Terry almost bolted for the door when he saw that. What was more surprising was that big Gordo guy would have beat him. Did that musclehead have history too? Judging by the way Gordo's eyes almost popped out of his forehead Terry was guessing yes! And the looks between him and his silent partner in the corner told Terry those two were trouble with a great big T!

"Were you joking?" Walt lowered the camera seeing the reactions around the room.

"He was joking" Terry answered for him.

"What if I ain't?"

"Then you're a total dickwad."

"A dickwad with cash in his pocket. You're just jealous."

"I'll stay jealous" Terry looked at Gordo "and broke" then at that Big Jim guy "and with my clothes on!"

"Amen to that!" from both of them, laughing at each other's simultaneous response.

"I'm guessing you would too right?" and Brian saw Sam nod "you? Yeah Herrer would do it I don't gotta -"

"You mean more than one guy can..." Louie was looking at Jim next to him "agree at same time?"

"I don't remember saying anything about that" Walt looked at Sam.

"We got two naked dudes showing dick already" Sam folded his arms, his big brown muscled arms "but yeah, you get the picture."

"How much?" Louie smelled the bait.

"You tell us" Walt looked at him "were your friends getting their pictures taken when they were...?"

"Yes" Louie looked at Jim "many pictures."

"You never told me about any of this dude" Jim stared at Louie.

"No I did not."

"Why not?"

"Because I did not do it."

"But you would have?"

"I... I don't know..." chewing his finger.

"Dude I bet you would have. Bet you'd do it now."

"A hundred dollars?" Louie looked at Walt "taking pictures of me naked?"

"If that's what you agree to."

"I..." looking at Jim "I agree" and seeing his expression "okay?" but Jim said nothing.

"What about me?" Brian saw this now as one more stunt like Mort's like the Y, like a long nasty list trailing behind him. And until he saw that money from Mort's - if he ever saw it considering the bust and all - he needed to recover his losses.

"So this is... just pretend and shit right?" Mannie watched Brian's shirt and shoe flying. He could hear that Louie guy behind him unzipping as well "you ain't really taking pictures now are you?"

"What if they say they really were taking pics?" Sam stood there "make a big fuckin difference?"

"Okay I guess you're right" Mannie held his ground "we all gettin paid right? Not just Brian here."

"What about me?" Louie's shirt was over his head, his pants already off. Like Mannie he had gone commando in this heat.

"Anyone who does it gets paid."

"Hope you're keeping track of this" Mannie looked at several piles of bills laying side by side on the bed.

"I... I'll keep track" Silent Larry pulled a pen and paper from the floor in front of the table where the breeze had tossed them..

"It better be right" Gordo watched the guys line up and Walt crouch down as the first flash went off.

"Hey!" Brian pulled away "you really ARE taking pics!"

"Something you might wanna get used to" Sam stood there his fists on his hips, his knees bent and damn if he wasn't even flexing his muscles for the camera the second time that flash went off.

Brian stood next to Mannie, hoping he was out of the frame, his large cut dick more than holding its own next to Mannie's even though a lot of it was hidden by his brown pubes. Then he looked over at Louie, his skin pale against his brown hair. Brian allowed himself a good look at the dude's boys, huge low hangers red against those amazing runner's legs, his cock almost the same color, especially towards the end where that two inch overhang covered his head. He needed that extra flesh otherwise he would not have had much more than Sam to show for his efforts. Man it was freaky, two shaved guys and two uncut guys. Like some kind of anatomy lesson, all shapes all sizes. He did not stay away from the camera for long. After five or six pics Walt put it down,

"There" he looked at them, now covering up as best they could "you did that and lived."

"Maybe" Louie nodded "it was not painful or anything."

"Okay enough of this shit" Terry had to end this before it got worse. The only way he knew was to pull his bully out of the bag "it's all fine you gettin these guys to show dick n'all. But what if it was something really nasty."

"Like?" Sam loomed over him.

"You and Walker there think it's cool gettin us guys to do shit" staring down Sam as best he could, his hands starting to shake "and you hiding behind that camera smug and safe."

"What you implying?" booming back at him.

"What if it was you two, they told ya to do something real nasty" Terry had to topple this house of cards "then it'd be a real different story. What if they wanted you two to suck each other's dicks!" and there it was. Terry could feel the night screaching to a halt right then and there.

"I'd do it" Sam just shrugged "if it was important."

"No fuckin way you would" Gordo looked at Walt's big frame, something he had been admiring up to this point. Now he was very unsure about it.

"He's kidding" Jim jumped it "it was a joke he didn't really mean that" hoping it was a joke.

"That's way way too faggy" Gordo was so red he looked like he was having a stroke "suckin cock is as faggy as it gets."

"Dude breathe before ya have a heart attack okay?" Terry looked at him. Shit if knew the half of it he'd be dead on the floor!

"They don't have fags playin for Arena Football League" Jim covered Terry's back "he was just sayin for example, like right? Right Hulk?"

"Would you do it? For any money?" Terry nodded back at Jim. Yeah this dude was cool, an instant ally "I bettin you wouldn't for a million okay?"

"Don't bet y'might lose" Sam's deep bass hit Terry like a hard wave.

"I don't bet" he tried to stare back but lowered his eyes beaten "cause it's bullshit anyway."

"I'll bet ya" Brian bigmouth butted in "but I ain't got a safe under the bed like you dude."

"Shut UP Bennings!" Mannie had seen this trap so often it was scary "Terry was just yankin their chain okay?"

"What you bet?" Walt looked at him then the camera "seein as how you ain't got the cash."

"You dudes keep talkin about how we MIGHT gotta do this or we MIGHT gotta do that" looking around the room already naked, big sweating and naked "I still ain't believin half of this. So seein as how this is all 'MIGHT do' stuff, I don't know, surprise me" after everything he had already done, Brian thought he was holding all the cards.

"Okay Bennings - Brian you're on" Walt looked at him "let's say we do this thing like Hulk there said -"

"Which you won't" Terry prayed they wouldn't.

"Then here's the deal" Walt looked at the guys "we're gonna start suggesting things, me and Sam both, so you guys get a better idea okay? No more fuckin around the bush. And when we suggest you better worry they're gonna be something really suggestive."

"We're fucked" Jim said too loud.

"Nobody does anything they don't want to" delivering the body slam "except you Brian. That's the bet."

"Like this two-ton truck here says" looking at Sam "bring it on."

"Brian please knock it off okay?"

"So that means only he gets money from now on?" Louie felt the dig in his bare ribs from Jim next to him "no I want to know."

"Like I said" Walt looked at him then the rest "anybody else it's optional, but you" at Brian" it's mandatory."

"It's mandatory I make money?" he wanted to hi-five Mannie but Mannie was staring at the sock on the floor "dude I am hearing that."

"This is all bullshit" from Gordo "cause you two ain't gonna trade blowjobs, I know it!" because if they did, if these two major figures in football did something like suck dick, then all his ideas of what guys should or should never do were blown to kingdom come. He looked at Larry but Larry was holding that pillow over his chest so high it was almost over his damn face. Big fuckin help you are, bud.

"You think this is bullshit?" and just like that Walt Walkers, all two-twenty pounds of Arena Football stardom got down on his knees and started putting his big paws on Sam's thighs rubbing them up and down. Of course Sam was going to jump or fall back or at least push those hands off his bod but no! he stood there and even put his hands behind his back. Those two hands started a slow rubbing up and down those treetrunks.

"Okay enough stop!" from Gordo, backing into the bathroom "I've seen enough, joke's over."

"Joke ain't over til I see mouths on dicks" Brian stood up to watch "cause it's my ass on the line here not yours okay?"

"This is just crazy" Gordo watched those hands on rub up and down those huge brown thighs getting more and more toward the middle each time. Sam stood there huge and breathing heavy, his crotch thrust forward and then Walt's hands were rubbing his smooth pubes. By the time they were rolling those two eggs around in that overstuffed sack his dick was hard. Talk about a grower! By the time the head was half-way out the foreskin it was past six inches of hard fat meat. And man was it fat! The damn thing almost grew as much sideways as it did in length. When Walt leaned forward Jim yelled,

"Don't! Stop! Okay!" but that didn't stop him from opening his mouth as wide as he could and gagging on it as soon as it was past his lips. He knelt there drooling spit out of both corners of his mouth as Sam started a slow inching of that fat plug into and out of Walt's mouth. Gordo was almost crying he was so shocked by this. And they he watched Walt climb to his knees and Sam's large fingers were tugging open the fly of Walt's dress slacks. The guys saw a flash of white cotton through the opening and then two fingers were digging around inside the fly and he fished out a good five and half inches of soft cut meat. His mouth was on it before anyone could gasp, giving it a hard and fast suck, tugging and pulling it into his mouth, not stopping or even slowing down until his mouth pulled away and that damn thing was hard and shiny and sticking at least seven inches out from his fly. It may not have been as fat as Sam's dark brown piece but man was it impressive and hard! It curved up like a bow, half-way to his stomach.

"I'm fucked" Brian grunted.

"You fucked yourself this time Bennings" Terry groaned back, and all of us with you idiot!

"It was your idea" Jim glared at him, since it was Terry's impossible taunt that backfired on them.

"I'm fucked" Terry echoed Brian.

"But... but..." Louie sat there, his brows knotted "but what if..."

"What?" Sam leaned back out of breath, his hand snapping Walt's cock down once or twice, letting it snap back up to its near-vertical curve.

"I mean you..." Jim looked at him trying to figure out what he was trying to cough out. He looked down into his crotch, and there was Louie's cock, the one he had seen so many times, but there was not a wrinkle in it "if they wanted to photograph... that!"

"Part of the deal!" Sam stood up next to him, both of them hard and shiny "you know how to work it?"

"I know how to work it" Louie stood up and there it was, his cock not hard but twice the length it was before, even redder. A real bullseye down at his crotch. He picked it up, looked at the buttons a second and a bright flash slapped everyone out of their stupor.

"Stop knock it off!" from Jim "you can't take pictures of them like that!"

"Why not?"

"I don't know it's just..."

"Worse'n gay" Gordo frozen at the door "it's just wrong."

"You still callin me a fag?" Sam glared around the room. Gordo went back to holding his breath. Sam dropped to his knees again, this time unbuckling Walt's pants and opening the front. He pulled his balls as well through the opening and grunted "get that!" and again the flash. When his mouth was back on that dick Louie took another without prompting. Then there was one more of Walt's limps around the end Sam's cock and that was it.

Walt did not bother to close his pants but let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, wearing only his shirts and shoes without socks, his cock and balls still poking out of his fly.

"Now you guys have seen it with your own eyes, no more thinkin it's all a bunch of hot air and bullshit" looking at Gordo, his eyes glued to Walt below the waist.

"So that's what we supposed to do?" Jim could barely say the words with sneering "suck each other's lobs in front of..."

"Yeah who?" Jorge looked at Mannie "just each other or..."

"Tomorrow gonna be a meeting of all the football squads" Sam went to the bathroom and returned with a towel, drying and cleaning himself, both with and without the skin retracted.

"What? All the guys? All of us?"

"As well as the sponsors yes."

"Fuck I know Kroos is behind this somehow" Mannie spat out. No way was he expecting the reaction he got.

"Kruizer? Big black dude with tats?" from Jim.

"Gotta be some coincidence" from Gordo "can't be talkin about -"

"This guy is like... what?" Jorge looked at Mannie "some kinda East European right?"

"You tell me."

"Big dude big like you" looking at Walt "maybe even bigger. Not a football player, like a 'real' football player, but didn't he say he played soccer - "

"Real football" from Louie.

"Whatever back in Europe?" Jorge could not believe the expressions on some of the guys "big dude hairy as fuck! Really dark brown hair. Like you" looking at Walt "can grow a beard in a day."

"A few hours" Walt rubbed his chin, looking like he hadn't shaved in days.

"And just..."

"Hung like a horse" Mannie chuckled "big uncut honker, mean looking."

"Don't know who you're talking about" Gordo looked scared.

"Tell'm" Silent Larry startled everyone.

"Shut up!" Gordo laughed "funny as shit. He never talks and when he does I tell'm to zip it. Totally wacked or what?"

"Tell us what?" Mannie was on it now "you know him or not?" if they did, how?

"Not the guy you're talkin about."

"But you heard the name before right?"

"Maybe..."

"Tell'm."

"Fuck if I don't mister motor mouth back there just fuckin might" Gordo looked at the guys. Compared to what he just saw, it was almost comical by comparison "all us team guys y'know gotta get the old annual check-up right?"

"Oh fuck here it comes" Mannie looked at Brian then Jorge "sorry keep going" when he saw Gordo stopped breathing again. When he pulled his tongue out of his throat he continued,

"You guys know about this?" but this time they all shut up so he had to continue "so us guys go in one by one -"

"Or two by two" Mannie let slip before he realized he was talking out loud.

"Fuck!" Gordo looked at Larry "you weren't bullshitting?"

"I told ya, I told ya but ya wouldn't believe me."

"Keep going" from Jorge.

"We go in - I go in for my exam, and the doc is this doc Krootz guy - "

"What he look like?"

"Big dude, almost bald" not daring to looking at Sam "hair kinda light I don't know coulda been blond when he was kid..."

"Keep goin."

"So he give me the usual stick and poke crap, y'know the whole nine yards."

"You cum?" just like that there it was. Mannie just blurted it out.

"I what?!?!?" glaring at Larry "what'd you tell him?"

"Larry?" Jim laughed "he hasn't say two words all night remember?" the room laughed "but tell me if this sounds about right. You go in for what's supposed to be a normal routine check-up. But the next thing you know you're all rodded and hard as shit. Instead of the usual lecture about hormones and girls and pregnancies and things, the next thing you know" looking at Louie "something's up your ass and you're cummin buckets! Sound familiar?"

"You guys too?" from Brian and Jorge and Mannie and then everyone else looking at everyone else "what the fuck!"

"I fuckin thought he broke somethin!" Gordo continued almost to himself "I swear I never blew like that before. I was almost too afraid - "

"To jack it that night" Jim finished for him "but the next thing you know it's like a marathon until finally your dick's so raw - "

"Y'gotta wear gloves to keep from wearing it off" Brian smiled to himself.

"This is fuckin mind blowing. Krootz?"

"Close enough" from Jim.

"He here right?" Jorge looked at the guys "I mean THEY're here right?"

"I can't say, you'll find out eventually" Walt's dick finally wilting down to horizontal.

"Tomorrow night right?" Mannie looked at Terry "when we all have out big..."

"Circle jerk, is that it?" Terry hoped it was just that.

"It is all sexual things?" from Louie not making much sense of the previous confessions.

"Yes, that's why" Sam sat down but did not get dressed "we wanted to brace you guys for what you might..."

"Or might not have to do" Terry just shook his head. Did he have some kind of sign "pervert" stamped on his head or something? Did that Sunday afternoon leave some kind of indelible mark between his eyes? Big homo here free for the asking!

"You will never be forced to do anything, remember."

"But these will all be sexual things we must" looking at Jim "we might be obliged to do."

"Not all of it fuck no" but Walt's cock was still out, too late for modesty now.

"What else?" Terry had to know, he just HAD to "stuff like whips and restraints an shit?"

"Hulk's up to his old tricks huh?"

"What?" from Walt and Sam and a few others brave enough to break the silence.

"Ol Hulk here" Brian patted him on the back before he pulled away "had a real bad rap back at school. A lotta guys crossed him and really really regretted it!"

"Are you into S and M?" Louie looked at Jim, hearing the stifled groan "is that how you say it?"

"Yeah the big Hulk here is definitely a sadist" Jorge wanted to show them his scars "you look up the word in the dictionary, his picture's there in full color."

"Knock it off okay?" Terry shot a sideways glance at Jorge "that was years ago."

"I'm still smarting from it okay?"

"I'm..." he looked at the floor "I'm sorry Jorge okay?"

"What?" Jorge could handle impossible things like this evening but not Terry "the Hulk" Timmerman in the flesh apologizing! Man this must be the end of the world or something! what did you say?"

"I'm sorry."

"Wow... you serious?"

"Very" losing face fast but after everthing that had happened tonght it was theleast of his concerns "you forgive me?"

"Dude..." Jorge walked over to him and banged his hand down on one of those broad shoulders "sure, shit, that was like years ago like you said."

"Thanks" and he stood up and grabbed him in a big bearhug. He broke the hold and looked around the room "pretty gay huh?"

"You two cool now?" Brian was almost as flabbergasted as Jorge.

"We're cool" and to prove it he sat down right next to him, shirtless and sweating and everything. A crapper and a miner sharing a bed! Totally impossible.

"So is that part of this?" Louie looked at Sam 'will there be sexual and sadism things too?"

"Look guys" Walt's cock answered "it's not all sex okay? There will be other stuff, feats of strength, endurance everything."

"Now you're talking!" Gordo felt the nightmare ending "that I can DO!"

"That we can do" Jim looked at Gordo "but all that other stuff, the sexual stuff..."

"That is why we are here, trying to..."

"This is like a dress rehearsal I get it now" Brian slapped his forehead "so you can see which one of use suckers will..." looking at Sam "like suck.

Literally."

"That and other shit" he looked at Walt "but yeah. Some of this sinkin in those thick skulls of yours now?"

"We gotta like do sex shit with each other in front of the other guys right?" Brian could almost smell the chlorine at Mort's now, could almost see Milton's big furry ass taking his dick in him while Matt watched him screw his brother in front of his eyes. And the rest he didn't want to really think about right now "like real live sex shit right? Like how much?

Blow jobs and..." not trying not even daring to look anyone in the face "buttfuckin right?"

"Bennings remind me to wipe the field with your big fuckin mouth" Terry rolled towards him "and when I'm through tear you into little pieces and throw you to the crappers."

"Grapplers!" Jorge corrected him.

"For starters."

"The answer is" Sam looked at Walt "yes."

"No fuckin way!" Gordo looked at Walt "okay maybe a quick lick on a dick" letting his eyes flit to Larry before he looked away "is one thing, accidents happen and shit. But taking a dick up the fuckhole? That's no accident."

"No shit!" from Jim.

"Nothing will be forced" Walt looked at him "only if you volunteer."

"Nobody volunteers to getting buttfucked!" Terry shouted, hearing the lie as soon as he did "like Gordo said, that's no accident. It's not like you get tackled and suddenly say, 'excuse me dude, y'mind gettin your dick outa my ass?' 'Oh sorry, it must have slipped.' 'It's cool, accidents happens.'

Yeah fuckin right!" hearing them laughing all around.

"So if we were to do something like that" Louie looked like he was deep in thought "if we agreed to sodomize somebody..."

"Sodomize? What kinda word it that?"

"Foreign sounding" Mannie chuckled.

"If we agree to put our penis in another guy's ass" looking at Mannie "you understand that right? I assume that would be a lot of money correct?"

"Even more if you were the one taking it up the ass right?" Gordo of all people asked.

"Whatever you agreed on" Sam looked at Walt "told ya they'd figure it out sooner or later."

"But non-sex stuff too right?" Gordo needed to backpedal here "strong man type stuff too right?"

"A variety of things" Walt looked at them.

"Including sexual things" Louie added.

"Including nasty things" Sam nodded.

"Maaaaannnnn" Brian realized he may be off the hook here. All this talking and maybe these dudes forgot about his bargain with the devil here. He was keeping his fingers crossed.

"Now..." Walt stood up and retrieved his camera, unbuttoning his shirt as he did "as we mentioned before, there's some money to be earned."

"Tomorrow" Gordo looked at the other guys "not til tomorrow."

"Big event, well first event tomorrow" Walt took a pic or two of the guys sitting around the room before they covered themselves or threw things over their bare flesh.

"Then what?" Jorge could just guess.

"One baby step at a time you dogs" Sam looked at them "like first things first."

"What's first things first?" Brian was far from off the hook.

"We gotta get you guys in practice for tomorrow right?"

"Fuck practice" Jim looked at Gordo "let them worry about that then. I plan to sit my butt down in my chair and sit this one out."

"Then the other guys" Sam turned to him "the other teams, other schools get the money and scholarships."

"Let'm!"

"Come on Jim!" Louie looked at him like he was nuts "we can't let that happen. What if other guys are already - "

"In training for the sex olympics?" he turned to his friend "let'm!"

"I won't do that!" Louie stood up "I won't let our team go down... go down..."

"Go down the crapper?" Terry suggested. He got an elbow to his muscular abs for that. When he didn't retalizate against Jorge he knew he that apology was serious.

"Yes exactly. Go down the crapper. Jim! It's our team we're talkin about?"

"You honestly think they're in their rooms practicing buttfucking right now?"

"What if they were?" Mannie looked at Walt "but my guess is we're the only lucky dickheads to have two guys like these pullin this shit in their rooms right?"

"Actually no" Walt looked at Jorge "you on the wrestling team right?"

"Yeah... why?" nervous eyes around the room.

"What is happening in your room right now?" and Jorge froze. One he forgot all about his pocket full of money and two he knew exactly what was happening back there with that Don and Rod guy. He saw the similarity long before they asked the question. Two huge sports idols in the guys' eyes, needing to share the room for some lame reason, somehow getting this ball rolling, even down to one dude white one black, yeah identical "I don't know I ain't there I'm here."

"What were those dudes doing when you left?" Brian asked "who was there? Moose?" looking at Mannie "Billy?"

Jorge's silence and nervous jerk was a big fat "yes!".

"And a bunch of other dudes" looking around the room "from other schools..."

"Just like this right?" Walt looked at they guys. Jorge nodded.

"Doing sex shit like this?" Gordo stood there, seeing the nets tightening around all them now, each of their necks sporting a noose. When Jorge didn't move or nod Mannie cut in,

"Shit they're a bunch of wrestlers! Of course they're sucking each other off!"

"Hey!" Jorge wheeled on him.

"Remember I'm a wrestler myself okay?" then wanted to shoot himself. Did he just call himself a cocksucker in front of the whole room?

"You see you are not a unique room" Walt looked at them, the camera hesitating in mid air.

"All the guys?" Jim looked at Terry "all the rooms?"

"Only some like" Sam smiled at him "get the star treatment."

"Get the fag treatment you mean" Gordo winced "not you okay? I mean..."

"I know exactly what you mean."

"Why us?" Louie was getting more and more confused "because we are all...?"

"Because we all had some kind of visit to the docs right?" Mannie looked at Terry "or showed some other skills in other areas right? We all stood out of the crowd for some reason right?"

"Somethin like that y'might say" Sam stood up, again soft but still lethal "well?"

"You go first then" and Walt's camera was ready "let's start this thing."

"Okay dogs" Sam stood there looking around the room "you Brian right here."

"And do what?" yeah he was totally screwed. He stood next to Sam, not as big but more hung at least.

"One of the things they wanna see is naked posing right?"

"There's an event for that?" Gordo chuckled "ladies and gentlemen, the naked posing event! Right after a word from our sponsors" and he ducked into the bathroom.

"Go with him" Walt looked at Terry.

"Me? Why?"

"So he don't go down the crapper" Louie chuckled, Jim joining him. More from nervousness than anything.

"Just keep an eye on him, that's all."

"Watch a guy take a dump? Talk about nasty!"

"Hey Gordo!" Walt at the door "you pissin or shittin?"

"I"m pissin if it's any of your business" a weak voice through the door.

"I gotta get in there" and just like that Terry barged in. Like a mere wood door could stop him.

"Hey!" Gordo almost toppled when Terry banged the door in "can't ya fuckin wait?"

"Dudes think you might do something stupid in here" and just like that Terry was unzipping himself as well. Gordo's cock was back in his pants so fast.

"Do you fuckin mind? A little privacy okay?"

"Privacy?" Terry started pissing. Like after everything he had put himself through he was far from pee shy anymore. He remembered how bad he had been but that was centuries ago. He could tell Gordo was staring "dude it's just a dick get over it, you seen thousands okay?"

"But..."

"Weren't you listening out there? These dudes want the whole dog-and-pony show from us. At least dick-and-butt show okay? And if that Jorge ain't shittin us, there are like guys all over this place practicing right now!"

"Practicing sucking dick?"

"And worse!" shaking off the last drops, he let it hang there "get used to it cause I got a feeling we're gonna be seeing nothin but dick for the rest of this week."

"And this was supposed to be a training camp!"

"It is" he nodded down at Gordo's crotch "it's just they got a fucked up idea of evening relaxation. Dude, Gordo, thought you wanted to piss."

"I do!"

"Then piss already!"

"I can't with.."

"With me here? You piss shy huh?"

"Shut up!"

"Me too, bad"

"Fuck you" Gordo bit his lip "I just saw you whip it out and drain it like it was nothin."

"It is now, I..."

"You what?"

"I got over it okay?"

"Like how?"

"Step at a time, first y'gotta get it outa your pants okay?"

"Not with you here."

"No good by yourself, y'gotta do it in front of other dudes okay?"

"This is gay."

"What they're pullin out there is gay" Terry stood there "this is just pissin."

"Fuck..." Gordo started lowering his fly again, looking everywhere but at Terry or the bowl "look Terry..."

"Call me Hulk, all the dogs do."

"Hulk, y'gotta promise me okay?"

"Promise you what? I already know you're pee shy big hairy deal."

"Don't say anything okay? Promise!"

"I promise okay? Fuckin hurry before one of the two gorillas comes in here next!"

"Fuck" Gordo fished into his fly and then pulled out his dick. He and Sam had the same problem except Gordo's knob was cut "you say anything!"

"Dude it's cool" Terry watched as the two-incher started squeezing and flexing but nothing.

"Okay? You get the picture now?"

"Here lemme help" Terry slipped behind him, Gordo panicking as he felt Terry's front brush his ass. But Terry started running the water in the basin "gimme your hand."

"What? You fuckin crazy?"

"Do it y'big wuss!" and Terry took his hand and ran it under the faucet. As soon as Gordo felt that water running over his wrist his dick started leaking. He almost didn't get it pointed in time.

"Fuck!" watching himself empty, his yellow piss mixing with Terry's in the bowl.

"Old trick we did" Terry chuckled "dude's asleep you pop his hand in ice water. He wakes up flooding the bed!"

"You are a sadist!"

"No shit!" Terry giggled turning the hand over as the whole wrist got soaked. He heard Gordo finish and flush, but not before he thought he saw some chubbing "dude see it worked."

"Worked too fuckin well."

"Hey, I saw the chub it's cool okay?"

"You seem real cool all a sudden. In there I thought you were gonna take that Sam on once or twice."

"No shit!"

"So" Gorgo washed the other hand "you did this shit before?"

"You?"

"Asked first" Gordo looked at Terry in the mirror "you don't gotta say if you're embarrassed."

"Fuck you'd freak if I told you half of it!"

"With the guys? With your team?"

"You nuts or something?"

"How? Who?"

"Like Sam says " finishing and opening the door "money has a real bad influence on some people" then louder to the room "somebody get a plunger! his ass is stuck in the toilet!" expecting a laugh. But when he joined them he saw why they were not laughing.

Sam and Brian were standing naked striking big muscle poses, Sam way better than Brian. But not much better than that Louie or Mannie. All four of them again naked and flexing, the occasional flash reminding them what tomorrow might look like. Terry stood there in no hurry to take his seat on the bed again and get caught in the crossfire. Gordo stood next to him and yeah he was chubbed.

When they finished Louie looked at Jim and shrugged "not so bad."

"Okay, now something a bit... more intense" Sam looked at them "remember guys if I can do it you can do it, right?"

"That was intense already" Brian used the towel to wipe himself down. The room was hot but this was hotter.

"This time we jack each other hard doin it."

"We what?" Brian dropped the towel.

"C'mere boy" Sam smiled "man I like these volunteers" and he came behind him, pressing his front against the length of Brian's back. Brian jumped away,

"Thought you were talking about jackin not fuckin!"

"Relax I am" Sam smiled "I'll show ya."

"Don't know about this" Brian stepped back against Sam's chest and immediately his hands were rubbing up and down Brian's stomach and chest, teasing his nipples and pressing his pecs.

"Anybody else?"

"Fuck..." Jim stood up, almost making Louie gasp "gotta get this over with some time" looking at Walt "how much?"

"You tell me."

"A hundred to get a massage?" Jim rolled his eyes "I'd pay that much for a good rub-down right now" throwing up his hands "not sayin I'm offering okay?"

"Okay a hundred then. Anybody else?"

"Yeah okay" Louie stood up as well, then realized his mistake "I... maybe not, I mean unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Somebody else so it doesn't look too..."

"Personal?" Walt took another pic of Sam's hands in Brian's pubes, his cock already rising with anyone touching it. And man was it filling fast.

"You" Louie looked at him "you and me."

"You want us to do this?"

"Yes."

"Fine by me" and again the camera was passed to somebody else. Louie stood and got that shirt off Walt. When he did he knew what he was up against. Talk about hair everywhere! He looked like Louie's uncle, his mother's brother. The family called him "little monkey", but this guy was more like "big monkey"! he thought. Louie's fingers felt it, remembering when his uncle would give him a bath when he was little, both of them naked, and Louie all curious about all that stuff on his body. His uncle let him touch it briefly and then made him stop. Now Louie's hands were free to roam and tickle and brush that dark hair on his back on his chest, covering his belly like a carpet and then down to the waistband of those briefs. He looked and that was why he picked him, this guy got an erection so easily. Because Louie hated the idea of pulling on another guy's cock for hours and nothing would happen. That would be the worst!

"What about me bud?" Jim stood there, his shirt off, his jeans open "you taking all the money this time?"

"You dudes heard me, anyone can agree" and that is what Jim did. He kicked out of his pants and pulled down his boxers before someone offered to do the job for him. He stood a moment, not sure how to react when that flash went off in front of him, his full hard muscles standing out in high relief, smooth except for the triangle of dark hair between those full pecs, and that forest around his boys. He stepped between Sam and Walt not sure what to do. So he helped Louie tug down Walt's briefs until there were five guys and three hardons for the camera. When Jim felt Walt's hands on his balls, it started for four. When Louie's hands joined Walt's it was a very strong hard cut four. And when Walt started playing with that uncut red dick on Louie it was five.

"Okay guys pose for the camera" and there was a line of six guys flexing and doing single biceps poses as another flash went off, a line of five hard cocks pointing up and forward. Jim was giving Walt some competition to see whose could bow up higher. When some hands started wandering to each other's buttcheeks Jim's was the highest without question, flat against his pubes like he has holding it there with glue. One more pic and they relaxes

excellent. You guys are pros."

"Break time I need to rest" Brian whined.

"You're just warming up" Sam gave him a tug, slapping it back and forth "this missile gotta blow a few times before that."

"A few times?"

"You got it. We gonna get two cum shots outa tonight at least!"

"C'mon! I wanna save it for -"

"Gotcha!" Walt smiled "see? Already you're planning ahead! Wanna store up those loads huh? Wanna make sure these a full and loaded" grabbing and bouncing his balls in his palm. Brian saw the expression on Terry's face and pulled away.

"I think my turn's gonna include more cocksuckin" Walt looked at Terry "seein as how that's a popular activity right?"

"Leave me out" he turned away from Walt and that cock pointed in his face.

"How much?"

"To suck your dick?" Terry pushed it away from him "you ain't got enough cash."

"Not me" Walt chuckled "I don't want my dick sucked" he smiled.

"Shit everybody wants their dick sucked" Jim looked at the floor, amazed how horny that hard posing got him. He realized he was thinking out loud "don't mind me, I'm thinking with the little head right now."

"How much?" and it was Gordo. Several guys almost keeled over "hypothetically I'm saying."

"To do what?"

"Put some dude's smelly dick in my mouth" not that he would do it.

"Would you suck a dick for five?"

"Hundred?"

"Yeah."

"For five hundred I sure would" Brian knew he was getting up in the range of what he needed to recover his losses from Saturday.

"Bennings you'd suck my lob for a quarter."

"Okay" calling his bluff.

"Shit you would too you're so fuckin lame."

"Would you go down on Hulk here for five hundred?"

"Yeah sure why not?" he looked at Sam "he ain't y'know... gonna cream in my mouth is he? That's not part of this right?"

"Why not you usually swallow" Terry threw his head back and bellylaughed. As did a few others.

"Who else?"

"Who else would I suck on?"

"No I meant who else wanted to earn five hundred?"

They looked at each other, Mannie standing up after a long pause,

"Hey it's only a quick suck right? Not a real full-out blow job right?"

"Just real fast?" Gordo looked at Jim and his naked bone barely deflating "just fast enough for one stupid-ass pic and that's it right?"

"Gordo no way!" from Larry in the back.

"It's only for a second" he pulled himself away from the wall, not sure what to do with his hands.

"Five hundred? You agree?"

"Yeah sure why not?" looking at Larry "can't be worse than french kissing that Barb Callahan" and they laughed at the inside joke.

"Anybody?"

"If that big dog can do it" Jim stood up "this big dog can too" then he looked at Terry "well?"

"Well what?"

"Time for the big dogs to howl a bit."

"Count me out" he looked at somebody else.

"Hey Hulk" Gordo called him "since when you chickening out. You gave me the lecture in the bathroom how about a dose of your medicine. Or you can give advice but not take your own?"

"Forget it."

"C'mon Hulk" standing over him "if this big meathead and I can do it, you sure as fuck can too."

"I don't know..." which was a hundred miles from no way!

"C'mon two seconds and your five big ones richer."

"It's not the money..."

"Then what is it?"

"Like I really need my dudes here seeing me with dick in my mouth" looking at Brian and Mannie, and even Jorge.

"Same for us y'ever think of that?" Gordo challenged him "like I really wanna suck a dick with Larry there watching?"

"He's asleeep he won't notice" Mannie chuckled hearing a voice saying, I am not!

"See?" Gordo held out his hand.

"And I'm sure Louie here came all the way from Poland to see me go down on a dude, right Louie?"

"I will not see it" he stood up "if I do it too right? Five hundred for me too?"

"These guys are getting it!" Sam patted Gordo on the back, the closest biggest back "but I'm thinkin at least one minute okay?"

"No not a chance!" Gordo was backing away "just a quick-"

"C'mon Gordo" Jim stood up again "big fuckin difference. Fifty seconds big deal!"

"Fifty long deep seconds" Terry taunted them.

"If we do that long you do too" Jim right back at him.

"You guys are nuts you know that?"

"Ask Louie here" Jim slapped his shoulder hard "once I get on something -"

"He does not let go. That is Jim all right" he slapped his bare shoulder back "besides" looking at Sam "isn't it easier to just suck a dick rather than try to have one inside you?"

"I don't know and I don't intend to find out."

"Y'know I'm gonna keep buggin ya til ya say yes" Jim was not taking no for an answer.

"If someone like me can do it" Gordo nodded down at his crotch "you sure as fuck can, mister hanging and waving in the wind."

"What happened with you two in there?" Larry must have been curious to open his mouth.

"Nothing for you to worry about, go back to sleep."

"Guys..." Terry was really sitting on the fence now. These dudes were willing to do it why not him? Because he still could remember Bo sucking him off, that's why! Imagining the two trading places and the whole world watching! Then he felt it, his dick started swelling. Before it got really really embarrassing he was standing and pulling down his jeans. He was naked from the waist down before Gordo could focus his eyes. When Terry was standing there, his big uncut cock going for the record. He did not see that Louie guy full hard but he knew he had that Sam guy beat. That big black bull had the body, but Terry had the cock. Once his pants were off he knew the worst was over. Then all heads turned to poor Gordo standing there in his t-shirt and boxers,

What?"

"Lemme help ya" and before he could react Sam, big fucking naked football star was on his knees getting a mouthful of cotton, a few drops of urine still staining its front. But then the front was down and it was in his mouth before anyone could see what a short stub it was. Long before a minute was up, Sam's mouth was out of those strawberry pubes and there was a bright red mushroom head crookedly attached to a good six inch length of very hard cock. Terry whistled,

"Man we got some serious growers here. Gordo that thing gets scary when you bone."

"It's ugly" he looked down at it "bent and ugly."

"Okay time me" and Terry the Hulk, nemesis to half the school and feared by most was crouching down and taking a real dick in his mouth, hearing Bo calling him "no dick pussy boy" and worse as his tongue felt for the first time that soft and yet hard firm and yet soft spongy hardness of a dude's most private secret part of his body, sliding an inch forward. Terry's sadistic streak lept to the surface, his hand coming down hard on Gordo's huge pale left cheek dusted with those blond hairs. Gordo yelped and plunged forward, Terry feeling a cock push into his throat for the first time. This is what it felt like when Bo had his face pressed into his crotch and he was creaming his shorts onto his his face. This is what it felt like all those times those skinny little punks were doubled in his lap screaming for mercy, their pants down and their faces pressed against the front of his tenting jeans. He was bobbing and sucking like crazy and barely stopped when someone had to pull him away from beneath that great big furry belly. He was gasping and choking but man was his head spinning. He felt someone pulling him up to his feet and then there was a mouth on his already hard cock and boy were they having trouble with the size of it. Good thing they had to pull off and catch their breath because Terry was going to blow and blow hard. It was a very long fifty seconds before his cock felt the cool air on it, and looked down. There was a very red-faced Jim crouching down by his feet, and damn if he wasn't jacking himself. And then he was on his feet and Louie was going to town on Jim's cock. Terry was able to catch his breath and rub the tears from his eyes, those bright flashes were from that camera not his brain misfiring. And he watched Louie's mouth go to town on Jim's cock, swelling and hardening as he did. How could it not the way Louie was sucking on it, even deep-throating it right there in front of everyone.

"Wow can you believe what he's doing?" Terry said out loud.

"That's what you felt like" Gordo mumbled back "when you slapped my ass I almost creamed your mouth."

"That woulda been fuckin hot" Terry whispered back before he realized what he said. He felt Gordo flinch next to him but was too spooked to turn and see why.

Then Louie was up and Brian was sucking up and down that red dogprick of his, skinning and unskinning the head like he had done this more than once. He had Louie whimpering and spasming long before the one minute mark. By the time he stood up with an arrogant smile on his face, the guy was quivering like he could spill it any second. And Terry hated to admit it, but when that thing got hard, it had a good inch or two on him. Not the thick dangerous bludgeon of his dick, more like a perfect straight missile tapered and slim, perfect for fucking. Terry jerked his head with the shock: perfect for what? I just thought what?

Sam was crouching and bobbing on Brian's large hardon so fast he almost knocked him back on the bed. And if Brian was torturing that Louie's cock, Sam's mouth on his was pure payback. Three time Brian had to push that mouth away and grab his cock, the head swelled bright and shiny, the slit spread wide and threatening to unleash his load. At the end of the minute Brian was standing on tiptoes and crying like a baby.

Then it was Mannie wrestling with that wrist-thick club not even trying to suck it, just get his mouth around it without dislocating his jaw. But Sam grabbed the back of his head and those giant legs started a shallow quick pumping into Mannie's mouth, little more that an immobilized pussy for him to fuck. And man could he throw a fuck into him, Mannie choking and gagging trying to keep it together long enough for someone to pull him to his feel. Finally it was the big bouncer on his knees working that long snake-covered dick into his mouth. He had him hard and thrusting in no time. He was thrusting so hard, only a few noticed Walt's throat start to spasm as Mannie's cock pushed forward and just sat there.

"Dude came in the guy's mouth!" a few of the closer ones were saying "dude nutted already. He fucking came."

Walt rose to one knee, opening his mouth and letting Mannie's jizz slide off his tongue. They almost didn't get the shot before it slid to the floor.

"Next time tell a guy you're close okay?" Walt looked a bit pissed. He got to his feet and looked at all the guys "okay additional hundred for the next guy. Switch."

At first they didn't figure out what he meant until his cum-slick mouth was down on Gordo's red cockhead. When Terry saw that what could he do but drop in front of Jim, and then he had his mouth on that big dog's dick next. If Gordo was inexperienced and over-primed, this guy was working Terry's mouth like it was designed just for this. Soon he had Terry whining and begging for it like a dog.

"You want this this?" slapping it back and forth across his face, Terry trying to grab it with his mouth, Jim yanking it away then rubbing it hard against his face. When he got Terry completely demoralized he slid it in. Terry tried to swallow more but Jim teased him and slid it back out until he was begging for it. Only when Terry had his hands over his head and was kneeling perfectly still did Jim start deep plunges in and out of Terry's frozen mouth. And when he unloaded Terry could do nothing but swallow and moan, his throat bathed in the sticky stuff. He tasted cum for the first time and knew he could do this. And boy was he glad it was the Jim hunk.

Brian watched the deflowering of Terry's mouth while Louie's mouth was on his dick. He started thrusting a few times into him but then saw Terry's cheeks fill out, and he just knew the Hulk was swallowing his first and probably only load of his life. It was the hottest thing he ever saw, this dude with the perfect upturned cock swallowing him the second. Somehow the guy sensed the show next to him was getting Brian real close so he started doing this thing with his tongue, tickling the underside of Brian's cock right where it mattered. Knowing he was standing over someone who did this before told him to stand still and let the big Pole do all the work. He was glad Terry swallowed because if he saw the big Hulk with cum dripping from his mouth it would have been all over, mouth or no mouth.

Sam looked around and he was odd man out this time. His dick was hard and wet and his hands were digging around in Walt's suitcase.

"Okay girls" he yelled "now that you all had a good taste of your first - or not - taste of dick, you can finish each other off tonight in bed. But there's something you might need to worry about first" pulling them out and tossing them on the bed "cause I know sure as fuck these, or worse! gonna be making an appearance tomorrow. So it's like this. A thousand to anyone who takes either of one of these where it matters" looking at Terry wiping his mouth "and you ain't getting a demontration from me first. I already had my turn when I was your age. Now it's your turn."

"A thousand?" Louie wiped his mouth but it was not filled with cum remnants like Terry's "who?"

"Obviously only two" he looked at Walt getting to his knees "you fight it out between yourselves."

The guys started to circle the bed, some naked some hard, some with drooping, cum-dripping dicks, but all of them wanted to see these things. Nobody was going to pick them up though. Walt found the container of lube Sam could not and tossed it between them.

"Someone can really take that in their asshole?" Gordo covered himself, the bottom of his t-shirt helping.

"Yeah they really fuckin can" cumbreath Hulk answered him. As soon as Gordo smelled it he looked "you sucked him off? All the way?"

"Yeah I dropped a load in this stud's gut" Jim looked at Louie "a total mind-blower."

"Dick blower" Louie corrected himself, proud of his slang.

"You are right I stand corrected" shaking his cock of the last drop "or it does."

"Man Hulk" Gordo looked down "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Why?"

"I talked you into this, it's my fault."

"Just sorry it wasn't yours" he whispered fast and soft. Gordo just stood there, frozen like a pillar of salt.

Mannie looked at the one dildo wondering why it looked so familiar. Then it hit him. All it needed was the foreskin and the ring and there was Juan.

Even the wrinkles and the veins looked real. The color was not brown but a flesh tone but still.

Louie was staring more and more at the buttplug, remembering what that man made his friends do before he left. The one he had was longer but thinner. This one was as fat as Sam's cock at its widest. He did not need to look at the cord coming from it to know what the vibrator did. He had heard about such things but seeing it in real life was very very alarming. And oddly attracting his attention.

"No way" Jim went to the bathroom to piss, Gordo not far behind "you guys're on your own with this one" and the two were gone behind the closed door.

"Sorry not for a thousand or even two" Terry sat there breathing cum fumes, knowing he had a sign around his neck. Better "cocksucker" than something worse. He remembered that warehouse and those drawers of these things, and how Bo begged and threatened him to shove something up his hole. If that's how crazy it made someone big and mean like Bo he wanted no part of it. He was already barely in control of this volcano of lust in his balls. Getting into that area could turn him into a complete raving madman. He could not cross that line. But he could see putting it up somebody else. That he could control.

Mannie sat down next to him, naked and sweating. When he put his arm around Terry's broad back he did not pull away. Somehow the closeness made them allies, survivors of what they had done tonight. And Terry was real eager to get Mannie on the football team and away from those faggot wrestlers. Shit who was he calling a faggot, with cum oozing out of his pores. He did not realize much of that was coming from Mannie's soft cock as well. If only his could as well.

Jorge looked at Mannie backing towards the door.

"Stay homey" he pointed at the chair "this ain't gonna be long. Soon as one of these dudes realizes how much it hurts, it's over and we can sack out."

"Who? Where?"

"Much as you three muscateers wanna piled together" Mannie rubbed Terry's leg. When he did not pull away he knew it was all over for Terry the Hulk, Smasher of Punks. Here now was Terry the Humble, Blower of Dicks. And man would that make for one hot football season. But how to get his killer streak back. Mannie was already concocting scenarios "don't think you'd fit."

"I don't wanna sleep with those two?"

"Course y'do" Mannie rubbed the thigh now "but how?"

"Put a mattress on the floor" Jorge blurted out the obvious "like between two beds okay."

"Who gets the bad bed then?" Mannie reached beneath the mattress feeling the boxspring. Throwing on of the comforters on top of that and it might work "yeah okay..."

"Still got to many guys" man that hand on his leg was not making his dick go down in the least. He put on his calendar: make Mannie pay!

"Louie and Larry in one bed, the two lunkheads in the other."

"If anyone should get the floor it should be those two they started it."

"See?" Jorge shrugged "problem solved.

"Maybe" Terry was still getting his brain around the idea of sleeping between those two big chunks, and his hardon poking one or the other. Or theirs poking him. Damn that hand on his thigh!

"Homey you could even stay here?" Mannie patted the bed next to him.

"I got a room up there."

"Cooler down here" they were both as hot in both ways of speaking "c'mon it's cool."

"Room full of football players, whole floor?"

"Nobody cares so far right?"

"Guess not" but Jorge knew what he was agreeing to. Sharing a bed with Mannie, even if did blow a load already meant the two were going to do the nasty. If he agreed to staying he was agreeing to getting down with him. Their friendship was at that point. He nodded not looking at him.

"Cool" Mannie hid his smile "we're gonna have fun."

"Yeah..."

"Okay you guys decide?"

"Yeah we want to go home to mommy" Jim came out of the bathroom as did Gordo as fully naked as Jim, very wet from the shower. They were sharing a towel between them. Suddenly Terry felt left out of something.

"Funny" Sam was sitting on the floor, slowly covering and uncovering his half-hard dickhead.

"All of you got two minutes to decide, then the money goes back in the bank."

"I decided" Mannie stood up and man was he boning "before somebody hurts themselves" grabbing Juan Junior "unless..." but no one else said boo "cause I can't leave something dangerous lying around a bunch of dudes like you."

"Y'might shoot your eye out" Gordo got a slap with the towel for that one.

"I suppose I gotta stand right here right?"

"The suction cup on the bottom's there if you need it" Sam obviously had some experience with this. Not that Mannie would have suspected in a million years before tonight. But he was learning quickly just about every guy in some situation or another would do just about anything. If the right buttons were pushed. And that money was pushing his.

He tested it on the floor and found a smooth plank to which it would stick.

Once it was in place he had the end good and lubed. Hell there was so much lube it was making a stain on the wood. Let them worry about that.

"How much?" Mannie knelt in front of it. In a weird way he wished either Moose or Juan was here for this. But having Jorge here was just as fine.

"Already told ya, a thousand" Sam was real hot to see this happen.

"No I mean..." looking at Walt who was also tugging at his dick.

"The whole damn thing Mannie" he answered "and you butt's kissing the floor."

"No way" from several voices around the room.

"Yeah way" Mannie lifted up and straddled it until he felt the tip brush his crack. When he got the angle and the position figured out it was time to grease his hole. He crouched there playing with his ass, feeling like the biggest perv on the planet. But after all he had done it seemed logical somehow. Two fingers were pushing lube deep into him before he made the attempt. But the rubber head was too wide. Several times he tried but it was like shoving a truck into a lunchbox. It would not go.

"Lemme help ya bud" Terry was on his feet, blatantly hard and stroking "this time you're gonna need some help here. Get on you knees and bend forward" he grabbed the lube and started slicking his fingers. He knew how it looked but it was just a bit too late for that worry "okay now when I say breathe you breathe got it?" and there were two fat fingers lubed and pressing into that hairy brown pucker "one two three breathe! Suck in deep!" the fingers teasing and wiggling past the ring "now blow! hard!" and Mannie's back collapsed as Terry shoved those fingers deep into him. He felt the hot flash on his shoulder but kept going "okay we're gonna do it again just like that got it?" hearing Mannie grunt beneath him "one two three in!" this time three fingers pressing into him "and out!" and Mannie felt his hole stretching like crazy! What was he doing shoving his whole hand up there? "keepin doing that big breath in, big blow out keep going" and Mannie started deep hyperventilating slowly and deeply, getting so lightheaded he almost didn't feel those lubed fingers started to jack his cock. As his cock began to fill again with the tugging and pulling his breathing making him almost pass out Terry's shoved four fingers into him, his ring loosening and then opening as his fingers went in almost to the third third knuckle. Mannie was gasping and yelling but he was open now. When Terry pulled his lubed hand free and yanked the dildo free of the floor, Mannie was too far gone to notice. When he felt the fat thick head at his hole he tried to clamp down but he had not resistance left. With a hard steady push the head was past his ring. Mannie yelled but it was done.

"Okay can you rock back onto your feet? Push yourself off the floor" Mannie rolled backward until he was crouching again on his feet, a lot of weight supported on his extended arms. With Terry's strong arm around his big stomach he was lifted backwards until he was on his feet, his knees bent and his ass full of that dildo.

"Okay I'm gonna support ya until you can lower yourself to you knees again.

I got ya" lowering Mannie's ass downwards as his hands walked backward, then the suction cup was back on the board with a loud wet sucking noise "now it's up to you. It's in you but you control how far down you go. You okay Mannie?"

"Fuck... fuck... fuck" tears were rolling down his face, his large brown body streaming sweat "lemme just get used to this a second."

"Take all the time you need" Sam looked at the buttplug and around the room "nobody?"

"If I do this..." Louie looked at Jim "it is okay?"

"You askin me?"

"Yes."

"Like you want my permission or something?"

"Yes, if you will agree."

"Dude it's up to you okay? It's your funeral not mine."

"Then I will do it" he whispered very softly "I show you what your cock could do in me" and he was standing. And man was he standing. He was arched so high it looked like it might snap off. He picked it up front the bed and crouched down in front of Mannie until their knees were almost touching. Mannie's eyes opened almost surprised who it was.

"Relax I will help you" he grabbed the lube and covered the end of the plug. He smoothed two fingers back into him and before another flash went off was kneeling in front of Mannie and pressing it into him from behind. He let out a loud moan then a louder hiss and with a final shove it was in. Before anyone could digest it all. Once it was in his hands were free. One turned on the remote control, a loud rattling buzzing filling the room. The other should have gone to that dick drooping to to the horizonal again but that is not where it went. Instead it went to Mannie's shiny dick and started relubing it. When he had it greased he started a slow tugging on it. Mannie hissed as it responded to Louie's tugging. Walt held the camera above their heads, taking a shot down between their knees, two cocks pointed right at each other.

"That helps I hope" Louie crouched there motionless, the pain inside him coming under control by slow degrees. It was his prostate being stimulated by the vibrating plug, his cock hanging there receiving the stimulations and Mannie's cock in his hand. One continuous circuit of pleasure.

"Fuck yeah... that feels fuckin awesome" Mannie rocked up and slid down a bit more. He was getting it in him a few feet but it could go no further. And his butt was still far from the floor. But that hand on his dick was doing a major number on him. He was so overwhelmed he started a steady deep plunging up and down and then he leaned back and it went in deeper, somehow passing an obstacle. But he felt like his entire lining was stretched to the point of tearing, every single nerve ending being rubbed and squeezed and then that slimy hand was sliding up and down his cock and Mannie felt himself lowering and impaling himself deeper. His leg muscles were almost giving out and then he felt something cold against his ass. He was sitting on the floor!

"Now relax and sit I will do the rest" and Louie's hand started a steady jacking not too hard not to fast. Mannie knew he was going to blow and hard and fast. When he felt all the sensations gathering, his balls being massaged as well he knew he was getting close, too close. The hand left his cock and all he had was the other rubbing his balls, the telephone pole up his ass as far as his lungs, his cock throbbing and flexing, so close to blowing Mannie feared he might go off without that lubed hand. Then he felt something odd, something vibrating against just the head of his cock. It was the tip of Louie's cock, held down and forward, the vibrations of the buttplug going right through him and out his cock. Mannie felt that against his head and that did it. He was blowing and erupting as Louie just shoved his cock again and again into him. When he thought it couldn't get more intense he felt his entire front being splashed with something hot. Louie's cock was erupting as well, his fist doing little more than bending it down at the base. This time when the flash went off, both heads were thrown back, a crazy grimace on both their faces.

Walt and Sam both grabbed arms and slowly and painfully got Mannie to inch off that tube, and Louie to his feet. Even when all four were in the bathroom Mannie's hole was still open and gaping. The guys heard the sound of the shower and then the door closed.

"You ever seen anything like that before?" Terry and Brian looked at Jorge like it was his doing or something. Jorge was too shocked to speak "cause I did. Once."

"Terry I don't want to know" Brian sat down next to him, staring at that thing still sticking up from the floor. Then Gordo grabbed a towel and draped it over it like a shroud, and after a moment he wiggled it until it popped free of the floor. He rolled the package together and put in by the closet, hoping room service could deal with it.

"I do" Gordo came over and sat on the bed next to Jim "you ever seen anything like that? You know your buddy could do something like that?"

"Never in a million years" Jim covered his crotch then decided not to. Why the fuck bother.

"Tell me about it Hulk."

"This guy I know" looking at Brian then Jorge "you don't know him okay? But I run into him now and again at the Y - no I'm telling ya - and one day outa the blue it's like this how ya doin? Ya work out here a lot, yadda yadda, and then he's like, y'wanna make some cash? Doing what? Ya ever rough up anybody?" Jorge coughed "and I tell him about my bad rep, I useta be a real muthahfucker okay? Beatin on dudes til they scream uncle, so somehow I'm thinkin he's like the dad of one of these guys, but he's like no, it's a movie" looking and seeing their eyes widen "yeah somethin about me and cameras -"

"Not just you Terry like all of us okay?" Brian looked at Jorge "right?"

"He's right, shit you wouldn't fuckin believe!"

"And I'm thinkin how hard could it be right? I show up, rough up some punk not bad or anything not like blood or broken bones, maybe a black eye at the most, but it's like a show like 'Jackass' or something right? So I show up at this, it's like a goddamn warehouse okay? When I see all the shit they got there I kinda freak cause these dudes are like into some heavy duty shit okay? Like chains hanging from the rafters the whole thing okay?"

"You tear outa there I hope" Gordo buts in.

"If I had half a brain" looking at Jorge "this dude can tell ya I don't so no I stick around, maybe a bit curious who the little runt's gonna end up being. I can always run my ass outa there if things get dicey right? So he makes me change into all this faggy- I mean kinky clothes, like jockstraps and cups and shit and just when I'm thinkin maybe I can pull this off the other guy shows up but it ain't no little weasly punk it's like this huge black dude, bigger'n Sam and just as musclebound -"

"Man that sounds like Willis or Bo" from Brian.

"Fuck don't say anymore but yeah" Terry nodded "I recognize old man Harrison."

"How old is he?"

"Will's our age so I don't know thirties?" Jorge tries.

"More like forties" Brian added "he was in the Navy a while."

"He looked like that stud Sam there?"

"Bigger taller wider" Terry nodded "and I mean..." tugging himself like he could get harder " bigger okay? So I see him and I'm already half way out the door thinkin these bastards set me up and I'm the one going home with broken bones or..." nodding at that towel-wrapped package on the floor "worse okay?"

"That ain't Bo's scene" Jorge grunted at the floor.'

"Now ya tell me" Terry looked at the guys "soon it dawns on me, hey I ain't the brightest one okay? Just the meanest, or I useta be - no I gotta get this out this has been eating away at me - and when it slowly gets in my thick skull this Butch guy, this Bo dude, he's the one come there that day to get beaten up okay? Like he gets OFF on it okay? Of course it takes me a while to figure out he's just egging me on to wail on him harder and harder -"

"Fuck you didn't!"

"You got it! I gotta beat it outa him - I mean really beat the shit outa him, for him to tell me I'm there to buttfuck him in the ass! His scene is somebody wailing on him, shoving shit like that!" kicking his leg in that direction "and I mean EXACTLY like that if not bigger! up his ass so he can get that ten inches of black meat hard. And when he's hard are just beggin for it I fuck him okay?"

"Yeah, that's Bo..." Jorge looked at his hands.

"You know all about this shit and you don't tell me?"

"And get beat up like him you nuts?"

"Fuck it's like some kinda epidemic" Gordo looked at Jim "you won't believe what they made..."

"Shup up dude!" from the shadow in the corner.

"What you bitchin about?" Gordo looked over his shoulder "all you hadda do was stand there and let him jack you off! I'm the one hadda -"

"Interesting conversation guys" Sam came out of the bathroom more wet than not. As much as they hated to admit it, this guy looked fuckin packed like that! "sure glad the door wasn't open n'all."

"My guess is any of those meatheads would have their own story" Gordo looked down at himself "and only yesterday I was too shy to show dick?"

"Or piss in front of anyone" Terry hoped the revelation did not tick him off.

"Yeah too fuckin funny right?" looking back at Larry "here I sit boned in front of a room of boned guys like it's poker night or shit! Talk about total twilight zone."

"Okay last thing to do" Walt reached down into his luggage seeing the towel-wrapped shape lying there "your job."

"Fine" Sam picked it up and lugged it to the bathroom. They heard the water running, the door still open. They were going to say something then Walt was shuffling and distributing cards to the guys, two each.

"Okay real easy" he looked at Louie and Mannie taking seats on the beds, wrapped in towels and moving slowly "thousand right?"

"Hardest thousand I ever made" Mannie winced sitting down next to Terry.

"Let's make this... two."

"Two thousand?" from Jim patting Louie on the leg "y'gotta show me how to do that! Cummin without touchin your meat? Un-fucking-believable."

"Any guy can do it" looking at Sam returning "even you."

"What's that mean?"

"Two thousand" Jim looked at Louie "what could be twice as bad as THAT?"

"Simple guys" he looked at his cards, making sure Sam got his as well "high hand fucks low hand."

"What?" Mannie saw his hand and didn't like it. One bit "I thought this was all voluntary like."

"So what I'm fucked then?" Brian threw down his cards, a four and a six "I mean literally fucked?"

"Guys this is still voluntary" looking at his cards again "including you" seeing Brian's hand "high and low hands like I said."

"You gonna tell'm about the other rule?" Sam looked at his cards as well.

"Knew it!" Brian picked up his cards again "here it comes."

"Like I said high hand fucks low hand" looking at Larry "you ain't playing?"

"Ain't playing" not even touching his cards.

"He's funny that way, leave him alone" Gordo whistled at his cards "too bad, big fuckin dick on him too" hearing the protest "shut up you do! You just think it's mutant or something."

"Big at that thing?" Mannie raised his weight off his hips a bit.

"You sure your daddy ain't black?" Gordo chuckled "sorry no offense" to Sam "but it's like true."

"Fuck it's true" from several guys besides Terry.

"Still waitin to hear the fine print" Brian groaned "it ain't gonna be good."

"We dealt out the hand" Walt looked around, his towel hugging his large legs "if low hand says no way! we re-deal. But..." looking around seeing their faces, reading their hands as best he could. He thought about using a marked deck but why bother? "if we do, then low hand next round gotta take on both high hands. Previous high hand and current hand."

"This is crazy" Louie looked at Jim trying to see his cards. But his Queen and Jack were just staring at him. If this worked out, his dick was gonna feel itself inside another hole. And right now that was even hotter than another blowjob from that Jim there.

"So it's about teamwork you might say" Walt drove it home "you chicken out, you end up making it worse for the next guy. You won't be screwed, then you screw over one of your buds. So it becomes almost a matter of honor. Of showing your loyalty to your teammates, old and new"

"This is one nasty game" Brian knit his brow "why didn't I think of this?"

"Even you ain't this nasty Bennings" Terry folded his cards down "even I ain't that nasty."

"Show time" and they started throwing down cards. Mannie's two and six were it. Terry showed him his hand, an Ace and a Jack.

"Sorry I just can't c'mon guys" he begged "please, it would put me in a fuckin hospital!"

"Okay deal'm" Terry threw his cards at Walt, as did the rest.

"You know this means..."

"Next guys gets it twice" Louie nodded "we got it."

This time it was Sam's queen and ten staring down Terry's two and five.

"Sorry guys, I guess I'm still a bastard after all" throwing in his cards "again."

"Beside how y'supposed to fuck yourself" Jorge threw in his two fours, wiping his forehead.

"To keep this from getting real hard on the poor victim" Walt shuffled the cards again "we gotta stop at third hand. Otherwise it just ends up being a gangfuck on whoever gets the last hand."

"That would be my fuckin luck!" Gordo picked up his cards a ten and a three. Yeah, there was his luck "oh no..." he groaned. Slowly one by one everyone turned in their cards, high hand being Jim with his two Jacks. Unless Walt beat him he was gonna be one of the lucky ones. They looked around but someone's was missing: it was Walt!

"C'mon guys, maybe we should call it a night it's late okay?"

"Show us the cards Walt" Brian knew it was him "what ya got!"

"This was a bad idea okay? Maybe we should just throw it in."

"Throw your cards in."

"I'll show the cards but I ain't doin it" and there were two threes. Talk about poetic justice!

"Why not!"

"Cause I don't get buttfucked! You crazy?"

"But you expect us to, you expect us to all this shit!"

"I don't care I'm still gettin paid" Mannie squirmed "you guys fight it out."

"What a lot of bullshit" Jim's cock yelled "all this talk about teamwork and building an understanding here, and getting ready for tomorrow if we need to compete in this shit against other dudes. And now when it's you in the hot seat it's 'oh no I don't get buttfucked let's hit the hay'. What a lot of bullshit!"

"Jim's right!" Louie spoke up "we have all been most cooperative so far. Now it's your turn as well."

"You really think I'm going to spread my cheeks for...?"

"A bunch of fags like us?" Brian snarled and boy was he pissed "yeah you got it. You and Sam are just as deep in this shit as we are. You said you're just as much at the mercy of these fuckin sponsors as we are, can't even sleep in your own rooms! Ya, you're just as fucked as all of us. So cut the crap."

"C'mon serious guys" he looked at them "I got my reputation! What if word got out -"

"You were doing half this shit tonight" Jim chuckled "trading blowjobs ain't bad enough?" looking at a few faces "or in this case good enough for you?"

"Yeah you ain't no virgin any more'n we are" Gordo let slip "okay? Bet you been buttfucked as much as any of us" not waiting for Larry "I'll shut up I've said enough."

"The funny thing is he never has" Sam looked at him "cause as long as I known you, you been banging chicks and the occasional" looking around the room "extra income and shit. but...?"

"Fuck no!" Walt looked at the guys "so why should I start now?"

"Cause it feels awesome is why" Louie looked at Jim "sorry you must find out this way but you insist on changing the subject, think I am just... pulling on you?"

"Pulling your leg" Jorge corrected him.

"Pulling your leg, yes" he looked at Jim "see what you miss?"

"Now y'tell me" he slugged Louie in the chest but not hard. More like kicking himself them punching Louie out.

"Yeah I could tell how awesome it felt just by looking at you Mannie. Tell me that didn't hurt!"

"Hurt like hell!" he looked at Louie "and then I cum like Old Faithful!"

"No that was me I'm afraid" smiling at his navel.

"Don't care it ain't happenin."

"What if I prove it to you" Louie got up "have you cummed today?"

"You mean popped a load? I wish" looking at the guys "too busy making sure you girls don't trip over your own feet out there."

"Yeah yeah yeah fuck you too" a few said back.

"How would you like to have an orgasm like you cannot imagine? And without touching yourself?"

"Ain't happenin."

"Could make it happen" Louie sat down again looking at Jim "can only offer, can't force it on anyone right?"

"Now ya tell me" slugging him again.

"Kid's practically handing it to you on a platter" Sam shook his head "I know I'd do it."

"Then you do it!"

"Wasn't dealt that hand" looking at the floor "yet."

"Guys cut me some slack here okay?"

"You cut us any?" Terry looked at the other two members of the Big Dog Club "you remember any slack around here?" seeing them shake their heads.

"But c'mon guys I never took it up the ass."

"Until tonight" Jim looked at him "a lot of us never did shit a lot of this shit until tonight."

"Amen to that" Gordo looked at Terry and smiled.

"But this is different."

"Same but different" Sam looked at him "and yet not. Dude you are so uptight sometimes, man you talk the talk with the best of them but you can't walk shit! Only way you did half this shit tonight was to get these dudes to do it."

"That right?" Jorge looked at him. It could not be the same for Don and Rod upstairs could it? They looked like they did this for a living almost! Or were they just as much bugs in the spider web as anyone else?

"Fuck... I'm so not doing" he slowly slid off the bed and looked at them "you think I'm just gonna bend over you are out of your mind."

"Remember Cleveland?"

"Shut up about Cleveland" Walt tried to stare Sam down. The tension in the room shot up several notches.

"Something happen there you don't wanna talk about huh?" Terry asked.

"Something really nasty huh?" Brian looked at his posse "something y'don't want the wife and kids finding out about I guess."

"Just shut up okay?"

"Seems there was this fourteen year old girl" Sam started and Walt was on him like a heat-seeking missile. Luckily the side of the bed was there to help break their fall or else there might have been two busted heads and a section of wall missing. When the guys could tell this was no fake fighting they tumbled all over them. Hey, they were football players and if there was one thing they were good at it was forming a human pyramid. Too bad it was Walt at the bottom.

"Y'gonna calm down now?" Sam was deflecting some but not all the punches. There was blood on his face and even some on Walt's as well. It too the Big Dog club to keep those two from breaking each other's faces. That's when Terry's old instincts kicked in he found somebody's belt pushed under the bed. He had it around Walt's mean right hand before he realized what he had done. When Brian saw that it didn't take him much longer to find another belt, a woven leather belt this time, and then Walt's left was pinned beneath Brian's legs as well.

"Let me up you bastards!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

"I don't think we want to waking up the whole wing now do we?" and sure enough there was a knock at the door.

"You guys okay in there?"

Gordo went to the door and opened it a crack. When the guy saw his state of undress he gave a small smirk, his eyes up and down that blond hairy front.

"We're fine just..."

"Shit dudes" he was staring right at Gordo's dick not even trying to be coy "keep it down okay?"

"Sorry we're just..."

"You dudes wanna get rough fine" he turned and walked down the hall "just don't wake the whole fuckin floor okay?"

Gordo came back to see a sock getting stuffed in Walt's mouth. Man did his cock like that sight!

"Dude thinks we're having wild sex in here or somethin" looking at Walt pinned and strapped on his back, several guys sitting on him

"Maybe we are" Mannie was more out of breath than he expected "Walt here likes it rough" he ran his fingers down his heavy thatch of hair between those large pecs "ain't that right big boy?" and giving his right nipple a hard squeeze. Walt groaned and whined beneath his gag.

"Big bouncer always like to see how rough he can make it huh?" Sam slapped Walt's belly with an open hand wet with sweat. It make a loud clap through the room. Walt's midsection jumped and tightened with the blow.

"Nn...nnn....." was all they could heard him say.

"Don't like it huh?" Terry pinched and jabbed all the spots he knew. And he knew them all. A few guys were almost alarmed with his ferocity.

"But he sure likes to dish it out don't ya, big stud?" Sam grabbed his balls and yanked. Walt discovered his long lost falsetto range.

"He kicks and fights" Louie had the bruise on his shin to prove it "but maybe he likes this. Maybe he likes being tied up and tortured" glancing at Terry "bullies usually do."

Terry let the comment slide but saw the looks on Jim and Gordo. The Big Dog Club was going to investigate that in the future.

"Nah, this dude?" Sam shook his nuts, watching that big dick flop back and forth "he only likes dishing it out when they can't fight back. Ain't that right?" shaking and tugging those balls for emphasis. Walt thrashed and whined but there were too many of them and only one of him.

"I think he really likes it" Louie looked at Jim "deep inside his mind. But he cannot admit it, cannot let himself say it. I can prove it."

"What are you the sex therapist or something?" Jim looked at him like he was a complete stranger all of a sudden.

"Give me five - no one! - one minute. If I cannot make him erect and begging I will admit my error."

"By sucking him off?" several guys knew what that mouth could do.

"No, just doing this" and his fingers started rubbing and pulling the those long dard hairs in Walt's pits. Walt screamed and tried to twist away, but the tightness on his huge arms was increased, Terry pressing his ass down on Walt's right forearm. Louie had been working on those pits and even a few more twists and tugs to Walt's nipples before he was screaming and even laughing as those fingers tickled and pulled and yanked at his sides and chest. The guys watched that dick flipping back and forth against his belly until it was too hard to do much other than press straight up flat and throb sideways a few inches.

"See?" Louie pulled the gag from him "not the big bully now are you?"

"Please please stop! No more no more!"

"You don't like this?" the hands digging into his pits and doing quick little wiggles. Walt squealed like a pig high and shrill.

"Stop pleeeeeeeeeeeease!" his face scrunched up and bright red, sweating flying everywhere.

"No you ready to finish the game?" and Terry's fingers joined Louie's the two fighting over the best spots.

"Noooooooo!" but there were three hands now.

"But this says yes" Louie's one hand tickled down his front and grabbed that hard tube "this wants your experience here to continue."

"No please guys no please stop!"

"You gonna let them have your ass or we gonna keep this up til you can't breathe" Sam nodded at Terry, encouraging him to get rougher. Like he needed to unleash that monster now that it was already out of the cage. Soon it was not his fingers but his flat palms that were making contact with all that hairy flesh. And they were coming down hard enough to draw more knocks at the door. But it was not the door, it was Walt banging his head back against the floor.

"Up on the bed before he hurts himself" Sam wiped his cut lip with a towel, the bleeding stopped. But Walt's nose continued a slight trickle, smearing his stubbly moustache and much of his chin. By the time they coordinated his relocation to the bed, he was more limp than not "and tie his hands to the posts."

"Now this is getting really nasty" Brian saw Walt's arms being spread and tied. He fought it as best his weakened state could but he was so outnumbered "and man do I like nasty."

"Okay boys, this is not going to be a gang rape got it?" Sam looked at them, seeing the glazing in their eyes "long as I'm here got it?"

"We ain't gonna rape him" Jim made sure Walt's thigh was pinned and not about to kick anybody in the chops. This much he knew, the rest was beyond his experience "just persuade him like."

"Okay Walt up to you now" Sam ran his hands up and down Walt's front "you wanna do this the easy way or the hard way."

"Get off me faggot!" Walt snapped at him "this is rape you bastard!"

"Ain't rape if you want it" Terry's hand joined Sam's, twirling around the hair on his belly, itching his deep "inny" until Walt was flexing his midsection up to Terry's fingers "see? Feels good don't it?"

"Untie me! This ain't right!"

"Big football stud like you" Jim looked around the floor until he found it.

He got back on the bed and his lubed fingers were rubbing beneath Walt's balls, rubbing that hairy area between those thick thighs. Louie grabbed that leg and lifted it straight up, repositioning his chest as Walt started kicking as best he could. By that point one of those hairy glutes was almost off the bed, and Jim was squeezing more lube into his hand, rubbing it deeper and deeper into his crack, eventually finding that ring. Even a pile driver could not get past that sphincter.

"Open up dude" Jim's finger pressed and pressed but it was glued shut "big stud like you can take it. Shit you can handle this."

"No please stop please" Walt was no longer screaming and swearing just wimpering under Terry's and Louie's tagteaming efforts. There were now four, no five hands working his chest and pits, Mannie joining in as well. Walt was rapidly collapsing into a pool of jelly on the bed. The more they worked his front, the more that steel cage around Walt's hole started to weaken. When Jim's finger finally forced its way in he thought it was numb.

After that it was downhill to get the second and then the third in. When he had him open enough for that, Jim looked at Sam, then down at that fat stubby dick.

"You go first and he should enjoy us guys more right?"

"No maybe I better not" looking down at Walt "not like this! Shit I know this guy! I can't rape my bud like this!"

"You want Sam to fuck you?" Terry's fingers were working those nipples so hard they were bright red and standing up like hard soldiers "say it! You want that fat dick up your hole!"

"No! Sam don't! You'll kill me!"

"Like I got killed before?" Mannie's job at that other leg now consisted of lifting and bending it backwards, Walt's asshole in plain view.

"Or me?" Louie's fingers were more subtle and more ticklish than Terry's. It was a vicious variation on "good cop bad cop" all over Walt's front, not knowing which fingers would go where, and whether they would torture or tickle with the lighest graze on those hairs. Walt was going totally nuts! "that plug inside me was just as thick as your friend Sam. And I do not believe his will vibrate!"

"Y'never know" Sam smiled. Would he do it? Would he fuck the fellow football star right in front of all these guys? When Jim's lubed hand started playing with that foreskin, rubbing lube all over it and those balls, Sam closed his eyes and hissed. Looked like Jim's hand was deciding for him.

"Please no please no please" then he felt it. Walt felt something warm and slick pressing into his crack, Jim's knuckles directing the fat head into place.

"I can drive my own car" Sam pushed Jim's hand away. He had decided. He was going to do it!

"Sam for crissakes NO!" those knuckles replaced by something that could only be Sam's dick "what are you doing? No please noooOOOOOOO!" and the head pressed forward. As soon as the guys saw Sam's face all twisted with the effort of trying to fit that wrist-thick tube into that virgin hole they went crazy all over Walt's body, no inch of him spared from their fingers and even Louie's mouth. And when Louie's mouth descended on Walt's cock it was not hard work to get it filling and lengthening again. In a minute or two it was filling Louie's mouth and even banging into his throat and then that fat head pushed in and was past the ring. Walt let out with another great scream before Terry's hand was down over his mouth. Any other time getting some blood on his huge fists would bring a nice throb to his crotch.

But Terry was already hard enough. And naked and in room of other naked guys, all openly showing each other what they were packing, what they were doing, what they were thinking. Terry would have happy just to crouch and slam his paws down into all that flesh. But knowing his dick was going in that same hole, the one being filled with that fat brown meat right now, the hole of no one other than Walt Walkers no less! He did not know what tomorrow had in store but whatever it was, tonight was making it worth.

Jim had that leg in a lock, his beefy arms making sure it would not kick out of the way as Sam entered that ass. He had a real good luck as that shaved crotch, and the stub of that brown club disappeared into Walt's white ass. He looked at Terry and his hardon, exchanging a silent agreement. Dude, we're next! We're fuckin that hole next! Big Dogs fuckin a football star!

"Fuck" Sam thrust in several times then pulled out with a pop "this dude is fuckin tight!" his cock out and big and shiny with lube "but now it's somebody else's turn. Jim?"

"Don't ya wanna... I mean" he looked at Terry "did you shoot?"

"No" he grabbed that leg as best he could with his greasy hands "just opening him up for you two" looking at the others "I said two! And I mean two got it?"

"Hulk?" Jim looked at him.

"No, stud your turn" Terry's fingers were busy "besides I wanna see a real stud plow that hole, show me how it's done. Your buddy too I think wanna see that show, right Louie?" but Louie's fingers were not moving, he was too busy blushing.

"Go on, fuck him raw, make him beg for it" Terry was going to enjoy this big time.

Jim switched places with Sam and his cock was lubed fast. A few quick strokes and it was more than hard enough. He leaned forward, his cock again forcing its way into a dude's ass and before Walt could clamp shut he had the big end in him. Walt was more shocked by the quickness than by the girth so when Jim rammed the rest home he could do nothing to resist it. And when that mouth went back onto his cock all he could do was lie there and let his body be overwhelmed by all the sensations, up his sore ass, on his hard dick, and all those damn hands! It felt like a million hands were stimulating a million nerve endings over and over and over and over!

"Fuck fuck I'm gonna" he started bucking his hips into Louie's mouth, impaling himself again and again on that cock buried deep inside him. No wonder dudes shove things up there, he thought, if it was gonna feel like THIS!

"No yet you big hairy stud" Louie's hands grabbed the base, pressing it down into his crotch, making it swell like a taut balloon, Walt's balls strangled with the other hand. Walt thrust and twisted but his cock was fucking air. Man was that vicious!

"You wanna cum?" Jim was delivering hard fast thrusts into him, mean and deep "huh?"

"Fuck fuck fuck I'm cumming I'm cumming" but Louie's hand had other plans.

"Okay Hulk main act!" Jim pulled out and talk about a big dick! Maybe it was the way it was all red and shiny but no one had seen it that big all night. Talk about one aroused dude!

"Ain't ya gonna finish? Ain't ya gonna get your nut?" Terry realized he was going to do it, he was going to fuck someone in front of a thousand witnesses. The weird scene Sunday was bad enough but this was of a whole different order. Once his dick was up a guy's hole in front of witnesses there was no going back. But when he felt Mannie push him towards the foot of the bed and then Jim was rubbing their two cocks together, his hand lubing it fast, Terry could not have stopped if he wanted. Jim even lined up his cock for him he was that reluctant to let go. Only when Terry's head had penetrated that hole did Jim lean back and watch, his hand a slow tug up and down his cock, watching Terry try to fit his cock in that tight hole.

Terry had trouble making it fit, the head was one thing, the wider neck another. But seeing Walt's cock trapped in Louie's fist only made him try harder.

"Do it stud, fuck him! Fuck Walker fuck Walker" several guys taking up the chant. He pressed in then pulled out, push and retreat over and over until he was able to get half and then the whole thing in. Luckily Mannie and Louie and yeah even Gordo were busy keeping Walt distracted. When he saw Gordo turn Walt's head to the side and slip his crooked red hardon into that mouth that did it! Terry started a deep slow but relentless fucking into that hole, remembering how it felt when it was Butch - Bo? - beneath him, taking his cock in their pussy. Terry watched his cock slide in and out of this new hairier hole, seeing this big stud below him at his mercy. This huge solid thug of a football star and he was taking his cock! Terry's cock up his ass! Terry felt like this was the ultimate! His cock agreed, warning him it was going to start flooding that hot tight tube any second. He slowed down, letting his sensitive crown rub against every inch of the lining of the football stud's chute. He rubbed back and forth against something inside there, something with a different texture, a bit firmer. Then he saw it! Every time he did, Walt's cock throbbed in Louie's grip. Louie's hand was not moving, only forming a tight ring around the base, keeping it pointed at the ceiling. Terry gave a shove into that spot, watching Walt's dick throb and swell. He looked at Louie catching his eye, a question mark on his face. He nodded down at Walt's cock and did it again, both of the seeing the reaction. When Louie nodded back Terry figured out something he was doing was having a direct effect on Walt's dick. The final puzzle piece fell into place. All those nasty dildoes at the warehouse, the ones tonight, Louie's hands-free orgasm, it was because of THIS! jabbing his cock into that spot. Walt grunted and moaned,

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

"Ya like... this!" Terry did it again, seeing Louie nodding as well.

"Fuck... oh shit... what are you doing?"

"Gonna make ya cum stud!"

"I gotta cum gotta cum!" his dick pumping the air again.

"And this dick up your ass is gonna do it okay?" Terry hoping he could last. But seeing Walt's dick start to bead and leak suggested it might not be that long.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck...me" there he said it.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Fuck... oh shit... I gotta cum..."

"Say it! Say ya want me t'fuck the cum outa ya say IT!" several quick jabs to that spot.

"Oh FUCK!" his cock swelled and more clear fluid was oozing out.

"Say it! Say fuck me! Fuck me stud!"

"Fuck... fuck.... fuck me... fuck me stud... oh fuck" Walt's words hanging there, Walt's ears not believing what is was hearing as Terry started slamming as hard as he could, shifting his position until his cock was bent more and slamming the head right into that spot.

"Say it! Say it!"

"Oh FUCK!" feeling the head hitting his spot harder "fuck! Yeah! fuck me fuck me fuck me ya great big! FUCK!" and then his cock was erupting shooting straight up and splashing down all over his hairy pubes and belly, great thick jets of it blowing several times. Terry's dick spasmed as he pulled out fast, hoping to catch it in time. His cock was free of the hole and hoving over Walt's balls when Terry lost the battle and his cock started emptying all over Walt's balls and Louie's hands, erupting by itself as Terry's hips quivered and rocked his balls empty. This time Terry did notice the flash going off, Sam's cleaned hands doing the duty.

Terry was off the bed and into the bathroom fast, realizing what he had just done. Gordo was right behind him.

Terry was bending over the sink and it looked like he was puking. Gordo put his hand around his shoulder,

"Dude you okay?" but Terry was not vomiting, he was crying.

"I... I..." was all he could say.

"Dude c'mon it's okay" Gordo held him as the sobs subsided "it's okay relax take a deep breath" runnin the water and splashing some up to Terry's face. That got him back.

"Fuck... " Terry straightened up, his face wet with tears and water "I can't believe this! This is all..."

"Too much huh?"

"I fucked a guy! I fucked him and you all saw it!"

"Let's get you cleaned up okay?" and just like that Gordo, mister uptight pee-shy, can't-show-dick Gordo was cleaning up the greasy cum-slick mess of Terry's front. And as amazing Terry was letting him. Soon Terry was cleaner and breathing normally again, and there was Sam and Walt coming in the bathroom. Gordo felt Terry flinch next to him.

"I'm not sure I want to kill you or thank you" Walt looked at Terry's reflection in the mirror.

"I'm sorry okay? I got carried away" it looked like he was going to start crying again, but Gordo's arm around him shook him,

"It's cool okay?" he looked back at Sam "and we can't be suckin each other off in here with these two watching right?"

"Fuck you" Terry shoved him away.

"No I should be saying that to you" Walt let Sam push him into the showers.

"I'm fucked" Terry said under his breath.

"No but you will be" and the curtain closed on the two. Terry let Gordo direct him back out to the room.

It looked like there had been many busy hands at work. Most of the clothes were piled in the closet, and one of the mattresses was already down the floor, two of the three beds making a snug nest of it. Gordo and Terry saw Jim on the mattress already covering it with a comforter.

"Best I could do" he looked at them, smiling at their approval.

"Don't ya wanna" looking at Louie already claiming one of the intact bed "y'know sleep with your bud?" Gordo asked.

"Larry?" Gordo looked at him but he was already in the third bed, curled up with a few pillows.

"Sleep with them" he muttered back "I'm sicka sleeping with you, y'snore like a bear."

"Sure?"

"Yeah."

"Louie?" Terry asked "who you sleeping with?"

"Myself I hope" he leaned over at Jim "cannot trust this sex maniac I think!"

"I would keep you up all night?"

"Up and hard is right" they slapped each other's heads a few times, still the best of friends in spite of everything.

"So why we sleeping on the floor?" Terry looked at them.

"Cause y'got company" two big wet guys emerged from the bathroom. The humidity in the room so bad it looked the the walls were sweating too. Sam looked at Louie on the bed "make room kid we need one of the beds."

"Like I'm sharing the bed with you, y'crazy?" Walt was not smiling.

"Relax y'big oaf" Sam looked at him.

"I'm serious" Walt looked at the guys "they already saw ya fuck my ass, I ain't takin any more chances. You. Larry?"

"What?" he rolled out of his pillow.

"I'm sharin your bed" he went over there "at least I know YOU won't try to rape my ass when I'm sleepin" but Larry was not going to say no to the big guy. Walt was big but there was room for them both. Hand it been Walt and Sam it truly would have been a high-contact sport there.

"Shove over y'got the whole bed" Larry complained. When Walt rolled onto his side away from Larry it looked like they'd fit "shit y'got the whole bed wet now" Walt still damp from the shower. Terry felt Gordo flinch next to him.

"How about this guys?" Jim patted the mattress beneath him.

"Tight, but do-able" Gordo was happy to change the subject and he almost threw himself down on the floor next to him.

"Make room for me too, ya big cows" and Terry was down there too, the three wrestling for room.

"Knock it off" Terry feeling legs and arms and hands all over him "y'can't stop rolling around y'can sleep on top."

"Yeah sleep with Mannie" Jorge was getting ready to leave "I gotta go" the coins still weighing heavy in his pockets.

"Thought you were stayin homey?"

"Naw it's as hot down here as it was up there."

"Hotter" Sam looked at the beds "where?"

"Sleep here" Louie made room "I do not snore like a bear."

"Watch your back with him" Jim chuckled from the floor, the three settling down "lethal morning wood on that dude."

"Louie?" Sam asked.

"It's cool."

"See ya got room now" Mannie scooted over "c'mon it's cool."

"Sleepin in a roomful of football players" Jorge rolled his eyes "now I know it's the end of the world like."

"So ya stayin?" Mannie saw the three on the floor deciding if one of wanted to join Mannie or not.

"Hey what about me?" Brian was sitting on the floor trying to find some of his clothes, like his running shorts, to sleep in."

"Bennings you're out in the hall" Terry grunted from the floor, sandwiched between the two others.

"Thanks, if wanted to see dudes wrestling" looking at the three big guys on the floor "I woulda stayed up there."

"Y'sure there's still room up there?" Sam asked sounding almost ominous.

"Gotta find out" he opened the door when it was quiet enough not to wake the floor. A small note fluttered to the ground. He picked it up and handed it to Sam getting out of bed "fan mail I guess."

"Nice meetin ya Jorgito" he hugged him a hug as Jorge left. When the door was closed he read the note. A soft whistle slipped out.

"We ain't packin again are we?" from Brian.

"What is Sam?" Walt was sitting up in bed "something new?"

"Breakfast six-thirty, dining room number two" he read.

"Sounds normal to me" from Louie.

"Dude, nothin in the place is normal" Jim grunted back at him.

"No shit" from his bed mates.

"Why do I get Bennings?" from Mannie "can't we cut cards or -" and he got a chorus of NO!'s.

Sam turned off the light and Brian tripped his way over some legs on the floor and found the half-bed next to Mannie. By that point Sam was already next to Louie. Everything was quiet and a bit tense for a few minutes then they heard,

"Good guys" from Walt "and thanks" and before he got a response "now get the fuck to sleep girls!"

That brought a few quiet snickers but except for the rustling and a few "ohhhfffs" it was quiet.

Brian did not realize he was asleep until he woke up with something tickling his nose. He grabbed it and some small flying insect paid with its life. He groaned and lay his head back down, and for the hell of it threw his arm around Mannie's waist. Mannie rustled in his sleep but lay on his side, not snoring but in deep sleep. Brian felt Mannie press him further back into the wall. Then it happened; he felt himself getting hard. It was as bad as morning wood, unbidden and insistant. He did not have room to reach down between his front and Mannie's big ass and do something about it.

All he could do was lie their as quiet as a mouse and press his hardon up against Mannie's crack. Mannie moaned but did not move. Shit if anything he was bending his back and that ass was pressing back more! Brian knew one way to wake up the big guy. Brian's fingers went down Mannie's back, hoping to tickle him awake enough to fuckin move! But Mannie continued to sigh and sleep. Brian had to increase the pressure, his hand sliding down to the slightly hairy top of his crack, knowing that would wake the dead! But Mannie did not stir. Brian went for broke, his fingers going deep into that crack, finding Mannie's still stretched hole. Mannie only groaned and moaned. Brian had a bad feeling this dude was awake and just playin possum with him. He pulled his hand from that hot moist crack and rubbed over his hip and down Mannie's front. Sure enough, the bastard was hard!

"Mannie wake up" he barely whispered in his ear "yer crushin me back here."

But Mannie did not move but started a soft low snorning sound. Brian knew sure as fuck this guy did not snore. Brian started to put two and two together fast. He got five. Or in this case seven inches of hard dick. Mannie was not going to move? Then he was going to get this! Brian spat into his hand and lubed the front two inches of his cock. He inched it between those chunky brown cheeks and found the puckered flesh. How could he not it was so swollen. He knew Mannie was totally fuckin awake when he felt that ass push back as soon as the head was lined up. Mannie was fuckin wanting Brian to fuck him! In the middle of the night in a roomful of sleeping guys! So Brian did the only thing he could. He thrust forward and his head was in. Mannie let out a soft groan and before long the two were joined fast, Brian deep into him. Brian reached around and grabbed that hard cock, starting a slow jacking over the end of the bed. If this dude came one of those big guys on the floor was going to get his face splattered!

The two started a slow silent fucking, trying to make as little noise as they could, but it was hard screwing with how many guys within a few feet and not hear them. After a while the soft slow rocking noise could not be muffled. Brian grabbed Mannie's cock and pulled it back into his crotch, stopping the rocking as best they could. Then they heard it; they were not the only ones making that sound.

Jim was sleeping soundly, more soundly than he had slept in a long time. He was in the middle of a dream about being back at school, the team running drills and practicing for the big game. It was a hot sticky day and he was not surprised to see some the guys tossing their shoulder pads, wearing their jerseys only. A big guy, someone he recognized but could not name, face almost as familiar as his own tackled him for a joke.

"Y'had enough?"

"What was that for?"

"Coach, break?" he shouted as he got off him.

"Yeah you guys, five minute break, dip in the pool" Jim heard a voice somewhere. Pool? What pool? The big dude pulled him off the grass and they started off the field, a few of Jim's friends joining them, including his bud Louie. And there was a pool! He never remembered seeing a pool right beside the field and before he realized it, his mysterious friend lifted him off his feet - the dude was strong! - and the two lept into the pool still in their jerseys. Jim braced for the cold water, but it was warm and felt like jello or something. Soon there were guys rolling around in in laughing and grunting and then there were hands all over his body, even somebody grabbing him beneath his shorts. He looked down and somebody's hand was around his cock and he was hard! In front of the team! He tried to twist away, he could have the guys see him hard like that, then the hand was back and he looked around and other guys were rolling around in the pool and they were grabbing each other's dicks as well and his mysterious friend was pushing Jim's hand down to his dick next and then the two were slowly jacking each other. Jim never felt anything like this before, their two hands their two dicks connected like a big loop and he started grunting and moaning. Then he felt someone's mouth on his ear,

"Sssssshhh!" and Jim's eyes were cracking open. He looked around almost still seeing the pool and the guys but instead saw it was dark and there was a face not two inches from his. That mysterious face! Jim recognized the person in the dream; it was this guy Terry. He jerked his head back and felt a soft warm hand on his mouth "be quiet."

"He awake?" he felt the words more than heard them. There were hands on his body just like the dream, but this was no dream.

"Sssshh" Jim lay quiet as his body was rubbed and stroked, hands fighting for his crotch. Then his hand were rubbing the flesh in front of him in the darkness and yeah it was Terry, he would recognize that body anywhere. He felt hair tickling his backside and had a hunch that was Gordo's pressing into him there. His hand went down and there was Terry's huge fat cock pressing into his stomach. Their two cocks were rubbing and being rubbed, even feeling a hard tube pressed into the small of his back. It was worse than his dream, it was real! No this was much better! Jim moaned in spite of himself.

"Ssshhh, listen" the hot breath from behind right in his ear. Jim froze and held his breath but the hands continued the soft slow and silent exploration of each other. Somehow Jim managed to reach behind him, using the trail of fur to guide him down to Gordo's unmistakeable cock. He leaned back an inch to allow him room. Three hard cocks and six slow hands "hear that?" Gordo whispered in his ear. Jim nodded hearing the slow quiet rocking of two guys moving against each other. He figured out the direction fast and realized it was the far bed. The one with his Larry and shit! Larry and Walt were doing it! Gordo felt Jim's cock give a leap "yeah" he whispered, his lips right on the earlobe and damn if Jim's cock didn't like that "Walt, Larry, fuckin..."

"Don't think your Larry gets it up him" Terry whispered "Walt taking Larry's cock. Imagine" and the whispering stopped as they listened to the soft rocking resume. When they thought they heard it all, they heard more rocking. Except this time if was right over Gordo's head. He turned to see and there was a big cock lying over the end, slowing being jacked by a half-hidden hand. The silhouette looked like Mannie's cock. Shit, everyone around them was buttfucking in the dark! But Jim could not imagine it, his Larry, uptight close-mouthed Larry with his enormous cock up that Walt guy? No it must be something else! But Larry taking it up the ass? Even more impossible.

Sam was trying to sleep and even may have dozed off once or twice. This kid in his arms was a nice bundle, and the two of them fit on the bed perfectly. Even once when he woke up hard and pressed against Louie's ass he did not stir or anything. No way was he going to fuck him in his sleep! Sam knew if anyone - male or female - was going to take this beer can in them, their mouth, their pussy, their ass, they had to be awake and cooperating. His dick required a two-person coordination.

So he rolled over, enjoying the soft sounds coming from outside the window as well as the breathings and soft snorings from around the room. This was one of the reasons he went out for sports, the comeradie, the closeness, the feeling of belonging. When he discovered in college his dick could get just as hard for a male ass as a chick's he decided to play it cool, and some of the chuminess was lost. So this was a welcome return to that feeling. He rolled onto his other side, not all that surprised when he felt the kid drape his arm around him. But when the hand went roaming down his belly looking for hair that ain't there he got a bit nervous. Was the kid just used to sleeping like this with his buds? His buds, like that Jim guy let him sleep with his hand around their dick? Because that's where the kid's hand was. And who was Sam to refuse his a nice swelling and thickening for his trouble. When that kid behind him felt that, Sam felt something sharp and pointed at his crack. Sam sighed and leaned back. He knew he could not avoid this much longer. He drooled some spit into his hand, a lot of spit! and reached behind him and coated that dick, a nice hard uncut dick, the tapered head going to make this almost easy. Louie moaned behind him so Sam shushed him fast. Shit if he was gonna get buttfucked by this horney Pollack he didn't want the whole damn room to know about it! And the kid knew what he was doing, easing Sam's hole open with his wet fingers as well and when Sam was panting and biting his pillow he felt it push and keep pushing. Sam relaxed and pressed out, as more and more of the kid's cock invaded his pussy. Man he was fucked in more ways that one.

He lay there catching his breath, a spit-soaked hand finding his cock, teasing his overhanging foreskin and in spite of the torpedo up his hole Sam felt himself hardening. When he was full hard, the dick inside him just stopped, just went in deep and stayed. The wet hand on his cock did the same. Sam tried to turn his head to whisper something but felt a tongue in his ear. Man did his dick skip a beat for that one! Only his second wife found that spot and that was an accident. Sam lay there with his cock full and squeezed, his ass invaded by this perfect cock, his ear warm with someone's mouth and was content. He almost felt himself dozing off, his dick losing some of its starch. He woke up to feel his cock filling that hand again, his ass burning with a dick in it and the soft sound of someone screwing somewhere behind him. But it wasn't his bed! He lay there penetrated and hard trying to imagine who it might be. He heard some whispering and that was on the floor beneath him. He hoped his cock was not over the end of the bed, because those three dudes could see it then, but it was tucked against his belly, the hand keeping it in a tight hard package. When the whispering stopped it sounded like the gentle rocking of fucking started again, and then there were two rhythms going. The whole fuckin room was screwing! He relaxed back into that perfect filler for his ass, his cock hard and held like a baby and then he was falling asleep. Never happier in his life.