Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2016 01:01:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: gaystoryman@yahoo.com
Subject: Cherry Pickers 5

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Chapter 5

 Frank: John was an amazing friend for all nine of us, reminding us to stay
calm, and assuring us that this was strictly a voluntary initiation, and
that if any of us wanted not to participate, it was ok.  John took us into
the shower area located below the auditorium. After "taking a dump" each of
us showered and were instructed how to use the nozzle to really clean
ourselves out.  The enema part of the afternoon was a revelation for most
of us, and the group atmosphere made it almost comical as we got used to
the sensation and lost our inhibitions. As Matt stated "it's kinda hard to
be modest after your friends have watched you shoot water up your ass hold
it and then hop over to the toilet to clean out."

After we had cleaned out thoroughly, each of us was given a black robe to
wear. Fifteen minutes before 7 we were led by John into the
auditorium. Expecting to see stage exactly as it had been during the
deflowering, I was surprised where the exam table had been, was covered by
a tent like affair that was suspended by a chain from the ceiling, I
presumed the tent would removed sometime during the evening, and the table
revealed.  We were seated on the stage and the spotlights came on so that
we could no longer see who entered the auditorium.

Snatches of conversations from the audience could be heard, such as " if
the red head looks as good naked as he does robed, we are in for a treat"
and "he I'd love to fuck a lawyer, since I got fucked over by one in my
divorce", and "49 and a virgin ass...and built...damn I want
that". Comments could be heard at various times about each of us, all
positive.  I knew I was nervous, and from the body language of the other
eight, I knew, that they were just as afraid of making a fool of themselves
and be denied admission into the Cherry Pickers.

The lights in the auditorium dimmed revealing the large screens hung on the
walls of the auditorium. So there we were life size and bigger than life
literally on display as the emcee asked the group, to "step forward towards
the audience and form a straight line, where indicated by John in the
following order, "Crosby, David, Matt, Brian, Sam, Jeff, Frank, Tom and
Greg".  Following John's signal we faced the audience about twenty feet
from the edge of the stage still robed, as the emcee continued "as I call
your name, unzip your robe, hand it to John and walk across the front of
the stage, following my directions which may include turning around,
bending over or other moves that will help raise funds for the Cherry
Picker's.

My name was the second to last name called and I was able to observe my
friends. Sam went first. The emcee commented on his linebacker build. Sam
was instructed to go to the far left of the stage first, and turn in
quarter turns so that the audience could see him from all angles. When his
ass was to the audience, the emcee told him to "bend over grab those cheeks
and let the Cherry Pickers see that virgin hole."  Sam turned beet red, but
followed orders. He repeated the performance at center stage and a third
time at the far right.  By the time he got to the center stage, the clown
in him took over and he mooned the audience for all he was worth, grinning
ear to ear at the rest of us. We could see his face as he mouthed, "you see
who they called first, the hottest stud up here, with the ass they all want
to fuck." Sam did look hot, and it was clear to see that one day he would
in fact be a leader of men, capable of following orders, clearly a man
willing to place himself in the same situation as the men he would command.

One by one each of us was called, with me being the last one. The lights
played well on my pale skin, clearly that of a red head, covered with
freckles. The red fur picked up the light, and I was happy that my cock
went to full mast and stood out at a 45 degree angle as I shed the robe.
Being the last one, I decided from the time I reached stage right to spread
them and give the guys in the audience a show. As I turned sideways, I
pinched one of my large pink nipples so that it stood out even more,
rubbing the red hair on my chest, as I then put my index finger in my mouth
and seductively massaged the other nipple. By the time I bent over, I
flexed my ass so my hot pink hole winked at the men. I knew from the
deflowering that the cameras were focused in on my dripping uncut cock,
pinched nipples and winking ass.  Scared, hell yes, but ready...

And now gentlemen, the time you have been waiting for...the newbies do not
know the corresponding numbers in your program so they will not know who
the winner is, or who has raised the largest amount until after the bidding
concludes.  The scholarship program is a worthy effort so dig deep and let
the bidding begin.

Bidding began at $5000.00 with the bidding continuing until 9 men
remained. Each of those nine would pluck a cherry or be given the
opportunity of taking seconds.  Of the nine, the first man to drop out did
so at $50,000.00 and others were forced to leave by the $250,000.00 amount,
but for two men, the amount rose to unheard of amounts (at least to me),
when finally at 545,000.00 one man dropped out and the winner had the
newbie he wanted for $500,000.00 the "highest amount ever raised by a
single bid" the emcee announced.

With the bidding over, the emcee asked the winner which number he wanted
and he called out number 8.  He then asked the bidder of the $545,000.00
which number he wanted and a gasp went up around the room when he called
out "I will gladly take seconds on number 8.  The bidding had to reopen
twice, as several of the winners opted for seconds.  "And now gentlemen now
that the bidding has concluded we will have a busy evening, as each of our
newbies, will not only have his Cherry Popped but will each have a second.
Let the festivities begin."

All of the lights in the auditorium were turned off, and spotlights from
several angles focused on the tent, which began to rise, revealing not the
examination table, but a first a base of black marble, and then as the tent
rose we could see that the slab of marble where our cherries would be
popped was cream colored marble, sculptured in the shape of a cock and
large pair of balls. But not just any cock, hell I had seen that cock many
times. How had they gotten a sculpture of MY COCK AND BALLS?

I gazed in amazement at the cock which was at least eight feet tall and
three feet wide. The cock had been carved from pink white marble with
flecks of brown.  The cock was positioned as if the man was lying down and
his erect member stretched towards and imaginary belly button. The balls
were like mine when I spread my legs wide and held them out, two orbs with
a flat space in between. John came over and told us that when our name was
called we were to climb up on the cock with our legs spread each over one
of the balls. The way the cock had been sculpted, the ergonomic cock would
place our ass up in the air, so that our hole would invite the dick of man
who would pop the Cherry. The more I looked I was amazed, that was my cock
and my balls, hell even the color of the marble matched my skin. How did
that happen? My cock is very unique, torpedo shaped but it was the balls, I
had never realized that two flexible dolls could be positioned in the
perfect fucking was position on my cock and balls.

Now it was now or never...who would be first. How much would it hurt, could
we stand the pain? The look on my fellow newbies faces, probably confirmed
the look on mine, "Just what the fuck had I gotten myself into this time."

End of Chapter 5.