Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2007 21:34:54 -0500
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter 104

Disclaimer/Reminder:  The following story is a work of gay fiction although
based on non-fictional occurrences.  It contains sexual acts between males
in high school as well as with males beyond high school age.   There are
scenes of definite humiliation, some of them graphic.  If this subject
matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please
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Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent.
The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally -  has a
legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not.  Also
descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints.  You
understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly.  Again, do
not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or
activities which can be classified as bdsm.  Finally, thanks to all you
loyal readers who have stuck with this story through thick and thin.


	Chapter One Hundred and Four

	Wednesday August 14

		"Of great interest for [Wilhelm] Reich's work is that [Dayton]
		  Miller's dynamic aether was more active at higher
		  altitudes, and reflected by metals.  The capacity to be
		  reflected by metals, with a more active state at higher
		  altitudes, are basic properties of the orgone energy,
		  as independently discovered by Reich..."
				James DeMeo "The Orgone Accumulator Handbook"



	"Now you believe me Mike?" Fred raised his palms in surrender "more
important, now you believe your worst best nightmare Pat here?  And if you
think this room is some kind of nasty sex trap, then you barely been dipping
your toes in the shallow end of this here pool.  But when you realize it
won't matter much if you stay or go because your butt's already in the sling
-  even if we intended that and we sure as fuck don't! -  but all us 'goons'
want now is getting the right warm bodies in the right warm beds... okay?"

	"Your roommate Reg... well the less said about him the better at this
critical juncture, and yes the hard time he had been giving you about last
night, well you will realize that one minor issue pales by comparison,
correct?" Kroos came over to Mike, steering him away from the doorjam to
which he had glued himself "but what is more important and of a more
pressing issue is we have plenty of food and after what all of us have been
through tonight, it is our duty to share.  Once you have eaten and the rest,
you will realize we are not the enemy now."

	"Who ARE you?  How do you KNOW all this..." Mike's gaze kept racing around
the room, trying and failing to take it all in.  His brain was stuck between
gears, lagging at least fifteen minutes behind his body, unable to handle
what was exploding around him.  And Mike was aware his body was hardly a
source of reliable data any more.

	"Eat first, then bed" Kroos looked at Fred "thank you.  But right now Howie
and Mack are going to finish trading blowjobs without you if you do not
hasten to your own room across the hall."

	"You okay now Mike?" Fred was at the door "as much as it makes no sense to
listen to Butthead there, even the most illogical insignifant things will
prove to be your anchor.  Shit even I'm sounding like Kroos now" rolling his
eyes at the big guy "what I'm sayin is Butthead couldn't bullshit ya now
even if he tried" and he was through the door gone.  He saw the second cart
loaded with food in the hallway like it was there waiting for him.  By the
time he had it wheeled into his room half of it was already in his stomach.
Like they would know what was missing.  Okay some would, he chuckled.

	"Mike's stayin right?" came from Jack of all people.  He was scratching the
stubble growing on his face and staring at the foodcart like it was going to
answer instead of Fred.

	"Not you too!"

	"Don't spread it around okay?" he looked at Jeff's perfect face and perfect
body, that serious cock reminding him he was making the right choice "I got
me a reputation to maintain here okay?"

	"Big dumb hairy jock" Jeff smiled "big dick small brain" he punched Jack in
his broad shoulder then held him by his black goatee "y'play ball wit me
stud and your secret's safe."

	"What I gotta do t'play ball?" he gave Jeff's cock his best dopiest look.

	"Yeah right, nice try" Jeff grabbed him right in his brain "like y'don't
know already."

	"When you're finished running your mouth off with Jeff here..." Bernan came
over to the food cart "okay guys, complements of Kroos."

	"Which one?" from several directions in the room.

	"All of'm" Jack already had a pile of cold roast beef sandwiches he and
Jeff were going to demolish.  Let the rest of them get left-overs, he
smiled.

	The guys milled about the room eating or rather inhaling whatever food Fred
had not finished already.  The sounds of the various belches and bottles
clinking from around the room began to quiet after a short time.  Bernan
noticed how hungry the guys had been, knowing that the Krooses were on top
of the situation now.  Much of the weight was coming off his shoulders as he
looked at the various clumps of guys standing or sitting around the room.
Fred was the first to break the quiet,

	"You guys already cleaned up.  Now it's my turn" and he headed for the
bathroom, the towel coming off his bared ass as he did.

	"Need help?" Jack gave Ollie a look next.

	"Maybe next time" he looked at Mack and Howie "you two pick a bed.  I'll be
back in a second" and they heard the sound of the shower starting.  Mack
would have liked to join him in there, but knew Fred needed a moment to
collect his thoughts.  As well as use the facilities in private.

	"I'm getting the feeling you guys have seen enough of those" pointing at
the lights over the trees "so we can grab this bed, right Howie?"

	"No kidding" Jeff was already sitting on the bed furthest from the window
"even knowing where they come from - shit, ESPECIALLY knowing where they
come from..."

	"Coach Bernan's gonna make ya run laps for all that swearing" Ollie smiled
at Jeff, grabbing him and Jack and joining them on "their" bed as well
"ain't that right Coach?"

	"Coach, I'm thinking they 'want' you to punish them for their swearing"
Carl knew he had no reason to be nervous.  And that made him all the more
nervous.  There was a tiny part of him that feared sleeping in the same bed
with his hero.  Fearing that great big coach of his might change his mind at
the last minute and sleep on the floor or something, pleading some final
vestige of respectability or something.  When he saw that puzzled expression
on Bernan's face he knew something was up.

	"So now you reading minds too?" Jack tried to look shocked and pissed.

	"Fuck no" Carl swore intentionally, hoping to force Coach's hand as well
"well?" looking at Bernan "just wishful thinking is all."

	"I'm not goin to make that sexy ass of yours run laps naked around the ball
diamonds during their games " Bernan looked at Jeff "but I got a worse
punishment for you... now... tonight."

	"What?  I gotta sleep on the floor?"

	'Worse" thinking of the most devious thing he could imagine "you gotta
sleep between Jack and Ollie there" giving them both his meanest look "and
no matter what anybody does to that muscled bod of yours, no matter where
they... touch you, you can't... touch them back.  Got it?"

	"What?  I just gotta lie there and..." he looked for the twinkle in
Bernan's eye, but saw that hard steely gaze instead "you kiddin?"

	"Okay guys" he nodded at the two "he's all yours.  Just leave that
big-dicked stud in one piece for practice tomorrow is all I ask" enjoying
their shocked, then devilish expressions "now as for you Kroemer..."

	"C'mon Coach y'know I was kidding right?"

	"Do 'I' look like I'm kidding?  You know I don't tolerate swearing from my
team, isn't that true?"

	"Well yeah..." Carl was hoping the two would end up in bed and just feel
their warm bodies next to each other.  That was what he wanted - no needed -
right now.  But now he feared his punishment would be to sleep alone in that
bed while all these guys were screwing away around him.  And he would be
alone "I'm sorry Coach, okay?  Please don't" leave, he almost blurted out.
Then he remembered half the room could hear him anyway, even if was not
vocalizing it.  Then they must know how scared he felt at that moment.

	"Okay Kroemer... I'm willing to overlook it just this time" Bernan
scratched his chin like he had not already decided what to do "so you...
Fred..." interrupting the unique "massage" already starting on Fred's balls
in echo of the job Jack and Ollie were doing on Jeff's feet "okay now this
yellow thing got my interest.  Let's say Carl here 'volunteers' for a
demostration of how that worked" seeing the look of panic on a few faces
"just for educational purposes let's say?"Bernan tossed a towel onto the
floor "let's say that towel's our 'yellow zone' - "

	"Yellow square" Fred corrected him, hoping it would stop those hands
brushing up his sides grazing his pubes.  Having Mack able to read his mind,
knowing exactly where he was most arousable was making this pure torture.
He looked to Coach Bernan for some kind of reprieve but he did not know
Bernan.

	"Okay yellow square.  Carl, stand on that towel -  the yellow square - and
we're gonna see how this works" Bernan dug around in his duffel bag until he
found a t-shirt and running shorts to pull over his naked body.  The guys
watched with a certain apprehension, especially Carl who did not want to see
Bernan getting dressed!  When he had all those hard muscles covered Bernan
dug around in that bag again until he found a plastic bottle.  The guys
feared it might be the dreaded green gel but saw it was some thick amber
fluid instead "yeah stand there and face the music Kroemer.  So your coach
used his yellow square to give your team their anatomy lesson huh?"
squeezing some of the contents into his palm he rubbed his hands together
and started oiling up Carl's ripped muscles, his shoulders and pecs glowing
under the one ceiling light, every ripped striation popping out in high
relief "you dudes know all about traps and delts and pecs so let's make this
interesting" pouring more into his hand and working Carl's abs and heading
lower "I'm sure Fred, your coach would spend a long, painful time working
each group for the benefit of you horndogs" his greasy hands in Carl's light
brown pubes, then down to his five inches of meat "but it's late and we need
to hurry this along" feeling Carl's cock swelling in his greased strokings
"and it seems Kroemer here has the same idea, right?  Okay, after all you
horndogs seen tonight you got no problems seeing one more stiff dick right?"
Bernan's hands were all over Carl's balls, bouncing them up and down, making
Carl's hardon bounce around for his audience "kinda impressive ain't it?
Carl here's real proud of his body, he's been working out and doing
everything he can to make himself real hot for the chicks, right Kroemer?"

	"Ah... er... coach..." Carl closed his eyes, feeling those greasy hands
tugging at his nads, making his rock-hard cock bob up and down.  Knowing
several sets of eyes were glued to what those hands were doing only made
this more arousing "yeah... me'n Rocko been - "

	"Rocko?" Bernan hoped his voice did not give him away "it's Rocko you been
working out with?"

	"Yeah... oh yeah... fuck..." feeling the hand speeding up and down along
his shaft "damn!  I didn't mean to - "

	"You'n that big musclehead been... training huh?"

	"Yeah..."

	"Naked?" Bernan cut to the core, ignoring several gulps of air around the
room "tell me the truth Kroemer."

	"Ah...er... maybe..."

	"You now telling me you guys been making naked workout videos at the Y
behind your coach's back?"

	"No!  I mean... not... I mean..."

	"Spit it out Kroemer" Bernan squeezed more oil into his hands and rubbed
Carl's thighs now he had the young kid hard and aching, working around to
his hard ripped glutes next, letting Carl's hard greased cock waving in the
wind "you three doing that shit at the Y on Saturday?"

	"No!  I mean not then... damn... before..." feeling those hands getting
closer and closer to his slightly furred crack.  Without waiting for the
command, Carl turned himself around and mooned the guys, bending slightly so
Bernan could oil where his coach's fingers was heading.  When Bernan
discovered Carl's hole was already lubed he let out a low whistle only Carl
heard.  But the realization bounced through the minds of the group
regardless.

	"If you been doing shit with Rocko, then this wasn't virgin before all
this" slamming his long thick middle finger deep into that pink pucker "was
it Kroemer?"

	"He and... oh!! I mean... Ed were... ah! trying to get me to do oh...
stuff... y'know... sex stuff and..."

	"You saying you three never did sex videos together?"

	"Those two did" Fred spoke for Carl seeing the young kid having more and
more difficulty thinking straight much less talking with that finger probing
his hole, and hoping to distracting himself from what Howie and Mack were
doing again to his crinkling balls "those two - at least the big bald
tattooed ex-con was getting the red-head, Ed his name? to do more and more
blatant unclothed things in his work-out videos - shit!" he turned on Bernan
"YOU were there!  I see you and a whole ROOM full of guys, it's a locker
room but it's not a locker room and you and some other coaches are dressed
up in uniforms and... fuck! it's like totally out of control!  It's like
somebody turned loose a whole roomful of wild animals what you guys were
doing!  Wow!" he turned to Carl "you weren't there, at least I can't see you
in - damn! there is like an audience even, and even more guys... uh
oh...OH!" he gave Mack's shoulder a shake "we gotta keep our mouths shut!  I
can see them now" looking at Bernan "YOU know who I mean, the guys, the
ringleaders behind all this, I can see them but so far they can't see us"
back to Carl "but right now our main concern is a very, very confused dude
in the hotseat who wants something real bad, even if it's gonna make him
walk funny for a week... but no Coach, Carl here never did half of what you
and your buddies were doing that Saturday night.  Not that he didn't want
to" seeing Carl's panic "okay okay I'll shut up, just trying to help."

	"That right Carl?" Bernan was not going to admit any guilt at this late
stage "you and Rocko never got into it?  He never coerced you into what he
and Ed were doing?"

	"No..."he looked at the floor almost guilty "they tried but no."

	"Okay put your arms straight out" Bernan slipped back into his coach voice
"and hold'm there.  And keep those legs bent" he was getting to enjoy
running his fingers up and down Carl's crack, letting one or two slip in
that stretching hole when the mood struck him "you guys really wanna watch
young Carl here put through his paces?"

	"Hell yeah" Jack and Ollie were taking turns licking Jeff's cock as well as
each other's, making sure all three got lots of attention.  Not that they
could produce another orgasm after all they had done that night, but the
togetherness on the bed, the fact that Jeff could do little but lie there
and suffer not one but two mouths on his cock, and now Bernan's little show,
was keeping them from calling it a night.

	"Okay Kroemer, guys here wanna see how much we can open that hole for them"
Bernan's hands were off the young muscle hunk and cleaning themselves on
somebody's discarded towel "let's see you spread those cheeks for their
inspection, and show them how you can pull your hole open with your own
index fingers.  Wide okay?"

	"Yes Coach..." Carl crouched down and leaned forward, exposing his crack
for the guys, ramming one then the other finger inside himself, and pulling
them sideways.  He was just getting used to the discomfort when he felt
something hard and round shoved into his stretched hole.  It was the size of
a small egg and before his fingers could dig it out, Bernan's fingers shoved
it further inside him.

	"Okay turn around and face the music" Bernan looked at Fred "this look
familiar?" holding up a leather harness "you hadda wear one of these in your
yellow box?"

	"Hell yeah..." feeling Howie's hands below his balls "fuck yeah..."

	"Rocko ever make you wear one of these?" Bernan was already snapping Carl's
hairy balls into the leather loops, first one then the other, finishing with
the strap around the base of his hard dick, making it swell and redden even
more "did he Kroemer?"

	"Fuck no..." Carl was already being punished, the swearing at this point
immaterial "I wouldn't let him."

	"But he tried right?" Bernan finished his work until Carl's cock was
sticking straight out of his pubes, fastened in place and immobilized as
well as his balls in that tight leather cage "well this is different ain't
it?"

	"Yes Coach..." Carl closed his eyes, knowing how nasty he looked now.  No
longer the young guy with the perfect sculpted body, now he was so much
x-rated sex meat on display for this room full of oversexed guys.  His dick
bounced with that image "whatever it is you want Coach."

	"You know what I want, what I've been wanting ever since you joined the
team.  But no way I could say anything, no way it would happen" Bernan ran
his hands over those oiled shoulders and arms, his running shorts
discoloring and staining where he rubbed his growing tube against Carl's
butt cheek "but now we got a whole different situation here, and I'm
thinking it's your call now.  So I wanna hear you say - say out loud -  it's
the same thing you want.  If this is what you want" the tube making its
pressure known "I wanna hear you say it.  What you want your coach to do?
What you want me to do with this, Kroemer?"

	"Fuck... fuck..." Carl never felt more charged or more nasty, both mixed
together until he did not know where his forbidden fantasies started and his
coach's ended, but what he could see, what he could imagine was how he
looked standing there all greased and hard and fingering his stretching
hole, and how he wanted this to look to Coach "fuck... fuck... you want me
to say it?  You want me to tell these guys what I always wanted?  You want
me to say out loud I want you to fuck me Coach... I want you to... fuck
me..."

	"Louder Kroemer.  Tell all these dogs what you want me to do!"

	"I want you to fuck me!  I want your cock in me!  I wanna feel this"
rubbing his ass against the swelling in Bernan's shorts "this big hard cock
up my ass..."

	"Only one way I'm gonna fuck ya Kroemer" Bernan looked at the two rubbing
and  sucking and jacking Jeff's large hardon between them "only after you
get that hole of yours lubed with Jeff's cum and only then my cock goes in
your ass got it?"

	"What?" Mack and Fred had to pretend to be shocked.  Ollie and Jack just
looked at each other.

	"Remember your punishment Jeff" Bernan chuckled "no matter what anybody
does to that perfect bod of yours, you can't do anything to stop them.
Kroemer's a smart kid; he'll figure it out."

	Jeff knew he could do nothing but lie on his back and let two, now three
guys maul and molest him any way they wanted.  So when Jack and Ollie took
turns sucking his significant cock all he could do was lie there with his
fists digging into the sheets.  And when that young muscled kid got on top
of him and directed his greased ass towards his upturned cock, all he could
do was let those two sets of hands play with his balls and point his cock
into that hole for him.  Like he was just along for the ride.  Like he had
no say in what or how his cock was used.  And when he felt the very
sensitive tip of his cockhead worm into something tight and greasy, and then
both Jack and Ollie were running their hands and then their cocks all over
his chest, and then Carl's chest, spreading that oil over both their fronts,
then Jack's mouth connecting with Carl's entrapped hardon, easing more and
more into his mouth, as more of more of Jeff's large pole entered that hole.
  It was not long before Jeff felt two tight hard balls and cold leather
straps bang down into his damp pubes.  And his cock was buried deep inside
the young kid's ass, so tight and hot it was enough to make him gasp.  After
all the stimulation he had received from those two horndogs before, his dick
was more than ready to enjoy the trip deep into this kid's butt.  He closed
his eyes, not sure what would happen now, not sure if he could bring himself
to another orgasm tonight, if ever.  Then he felt the head of his cock bang
into something hard deep inside Carl's chute.  And when Bernan flipped the
switch making that egg vibrate like crazy right against his piss slit, Jeff
knew this was one of the most intense sensations he had ever felt.  And the
way Carl's ass flexed and squirmed when that device went crazy inside him
only made Jeff's cock throb and lunge into that spasming hole.  The two of
them ground into each other, neither one able to control what their bodies
were doing, how they were abusing each other.  As the intensity grew, Jack
needed to keep Jeff's arms pinned as Ollie went to town on Carl's dick, then
Jack's as well, not sure where to turn next, which hard dick needed sucking
more.  Finally Jack had to go down on Ollie's cock as well, if for no other
reason than to keep Ollie from bouncing all of them off that bed.  As soon
as Jack released his hold on Jeff's arms, he grabbed Carl and started hard
and fast thrusts into him.  The two of them stayed locked together until
Jeff's ragged breathing and red flush over all that photo-perfect chest
signaled Carl's ass was now lubed to Bernan's requirements.

	Jerry and Tim did not need to be told what was supposed to happen next.
When they were offered the chance to stay with these guys in this room they
knew they were being offered a chance to do what they both had always wanted
to do since they first saw the shocked recognition in each other's eyes.  As
much as they both wanted to feel their dicks in each other's asses,
something neither one would ever say out loud, the deeper, darker secret was
now being offered to them on a big fat free plate.  Something both of them
had decided would be impossible up until they saw Carl impaling himself on
Jeff's cock, Coach Bernan slowly jacking his lengthening, hardening cock in
anticipation of plowing into that kid's ass.  When he nodded at Jerry and
then Tim, they knew they were being offered Carl's ass next!  Their secret
shared fantasy was right there for the taking.  Their secret fantasy of both
invading a guy's ass simultaneously, feeling their cocks rub against each
other as they flooded some guy's ass with their joint orgasm, it was right
there! All they had to do was,

	"We need something to drink" they blurted out, no longer surprising
themselves with the coincidence.  Before anyone pointed at the various
bottles of sports drinks littering the room, the two grabbed towels off the
floor and poured out the door, leaving some shocked and not a few relieved
faces behind them.

	"He woulda, y'know" Tim finished the comment they both started, making
steady progress down the hall away from the soft drink machines.  The two
were heading for the stairs like a well-trained precision drill team.

	"Y'never said anything" Jerry's hand drifted to that ass cheek,
anticipating the knot loosening as they started down the stairs "I never
said anything.  We both wanted it, and we both never said shit."

	"A real pair of total idiots huh?  And now we're payin the price... for our
total boneheaded stupidity."

	"We don't deserve this - I don't deserve - "

	"Fuck you!" Tim's mouth slammed into Jerry's before he could say it.  Jerry
did deserve Tim as much as Tim deserved him, as much as they both earned
this moment between them.  As their kiss become something more, the rest of
the world, all the craziness of the last few days, the craziness of what
they had done that night both in and around that laboratory downstairs, not
to mention what was growing beyond the safe-zone around their complex, all
of it! was vanishing into nothingness somewhere far far away.  All that
mattered was they were locked together, their mouths were joined in
something more than a kiss, and the rest ceased to have any meaning.

	"Okay you two!  What the fuck?!?"

	They had not heard the heavy steps on the stairs, they barely heard the
booming voice inches from their faces, but they had a slightest sensation of
two large paws on their shoulders.

	"Botha you girls in a HUGE heap of trouble" that they heard "wandering
around past curfew" barely bothering to pull apart, their moment together
larger and stronger than this buzzing gnat of an interruption "don't make me
call your parents!" hearing the deep bass chuckle.

	After another ten minutes, Jerry came up for air and responded,

	"Same goes for you too!" only then did they both turn to see who was
standing next to them, his hands digging into their shoulders, his face
trying and failing to hide his peculiar smirk.  If there was somebody they
did not need to see in their face at that moment it was Coach Morrison!
"sorry!  I mean..."

	"So things ain't crazy enough, we got a coupla fags - "

	"Hey!" both at once.

	"A coupla fag boys out here half-naked and suckin face like it's prom night
or shit!"

	"Okay we don't need this" Jerry tightened his towel around his firm waist,
positioning himself between the coach and his Tim "let's get outa here - "

	"Not so fast ladies!" Morrison growled at them, blocking their escape in
one swift move "y'ain't goin anywhere."

	"Later" they tried to leave, but those big black mitts were back on their
shoulders fast.  At first the two were reading the coach as more amused than
shocked to find them on the stairs making out.  As soon as they got that
impression, something like a thick metal wall came down between them,
blocking any impressions from the coach other than an emotionless
no-nonsense severity.  For a brief moment before those hands descended like
pig-iron on their shoulders, Tim had an impression the big guy was just
yanking them around, pure bullshit, his amusement alternating with his fake
gruffness.  But now he wasn't sure.  He was hoping Jerry's esp was getting
around the wall that was blocking his.

	"You two fag boys're comin with me" the muscled grip digging into their
traps hard, steering them back up the steps.  Tim shot a look at Jerry like
"this dude kidding?" but then saw his puzzled concern as well.  That was
enough to send them both in the direction the coach was heading.

	"Yes coach... sorry coach" Jerry knew better than to shrug.  He was hoping
Tim was picking up on his genuine concern now.  When he saw the slight nod,
Jerry knew at least those two were still able to communicate.  But this big
black coach was one mean blank wall.  All they could do was let themselves
be directed up another flight of stairs to the floor above theirs, down the
hall, and through an unlocked door.  When they entered and the room did not
smell of cum their concerns became pure panic.

	"Okay you two fag boys - "

	"Stop calling us that!" Jerry was too scared to be cautious.

	"That what you two are, right?  You two kissin and makin out like a coupla
real fruits!"

	"Knock it off!"

	"Little late to act tough now" Morrison settled into the only easy chair in
the room, leaving the two to stand and sweat "first I find you two out past
curfew - "

	"What curfew?"

	"Then that ain't bad enough, you two runnin around half-naked" his eyes
burned into all their exposed flesh "like you out lookin for trouble like a
coupla cheap whores!"

	"Hey!" Tim could see the danger in the room descending around them so he
headed for the door, Jerry right beside him.  Maybe all of one step before
the coach stopped them with one finger.

	"But what's even more disgusting is you two ain't lookin for nasty shit
cause you two are fuckin around with each other like you don't care who sees
you two pussy boys kissin and worse!"

	"Okay enough's enough... coach" Jerry was going to bust through that door
in another second if this continued.  When he saw the coach reach over and
lock it, his determination just withered.

	"Maybe... considerin the circumstances..." and damn if it didn't look like
something in his pants give a slight kick "you not call me coach right now.
Call me what my big... I mean 'older' bro Sam calls me.  Call me Mo" and
there was that chuckle again.  But this time there was a brutish edge to it.

	"But coach!"

	"Coach Mo" again something in his pants gave a little lunge.  But it was
not little.  They both knew why he was nicknamed Mo' now.

	"Okay Mo..." Jerry's eyes stole a quick look at the coach's crotch and was
immediately busted for doing so "why you bring us here?"

	"Well..." he leaned back, his thick muscled arms behind his head "that is
one big and complicated question, don't you think?"

	"I mean why are we two here in your room?" Tim continued to batter at that
wall of resistance and continued to get nothing in response.  This dude was
some kind of master of the poker face or shit, except it extended to all his
thoughts.  The only thing offering the slightest clue was that thing growing
in his pants.

	"Well..." Mo closed his eyes and leaned back, the muscles and veins in his
neck popping for their benefit "lemme think about that a minute now.  Lemme
see, lemme see... we got a whole camp full of young strong dudes all here
for sports camp, supposed to be here to learn about football and shit"
opening his eyes, pinning them in his gaze "but instead of keeping their
minds on the game plan, instead we got us two gay boys more interested in
fuckin around then in doin what they're supposed to be doin" stopping their
protest with one hand "instead of being in their beds - I'm guessing you two
even ONE bed right? - instead they are cruisin the halls lookin for trouble.
  Maybe you two were sneakin out of your rooms so you could hook up, I'm
thinkin.  You two sneak out past curfew just so you can go at each other
like a coupla real fag boys?  That's what I'm guessin here.  You two sneakin
around all hours of the night lookin for trouble.  Well you found it!"

	"Look!  This is all some kind of  misunderstanding... Mo" Jerry felt the
small trickles of moisture running down his sides.  He could almost smell
their fear now "just let us leave and - "

	"And what?" the big arms came down and were crossed over his barrel chest,
all slow and careful and as menacing as he intended "go back to your rooms?
You two goin through all that trouble to sneak out, violate curfew, just for
a quick hookup?" one hand came up to rub his face and chin, the brain cells
churning away in silent, unreadable patterns "seems to me... you two sneakin
around half-naked just to mess with each other like a coupla fag boys.  Well
okay... "

	"Okay what?" Jerry read the crack in the armor now.  Coach Maurice "Mo"
Morrison was horny!  Big time!  Unlike the entire male population of this
complex, this guy for some weird reason, was still walking around with a
weeks' worth of cum backed up in his balls!  No wonder he was all pissed
off!

	"You two need to mess around with each other?  Well do it!  I ain't ever
seen two real live fag boys in the flesh do that shit.  So what you two like
to do to each other?  Suck dick?  Buttfuck each other?" enjoying their
shocked expression "yeah just like I thought!  You two never did shit more
than what I see you doin on the stairs before!" Tim knew better than to look
at Jerry and burst out laughing.  He did not know which was more ridiculous:
this guy was so horny he was clueless, or he and Jerry were two fumbling
virgins!  Again their was a crack in Mo's armor, and Tim knew what they
needed to do.

	"We ain't gay!" he looked at the ground, knowing Jerry would play along "we
never did anything... I mean..."

	"It was an accident" Jerry chimed in, seeing his part to play in this now
"I just bumped into Tom - "

	"Tim!" yeah, Jerry was getting the hints.

	"Tim and well... I was just looking for a coke machine wasn't broken..."

	"On the stairs?" Mo was not smiling "you just happen t'be lookin for a coke
machine and next thing y'know you two are tradin spit?"

	"Yeah... well... kinda..."

	"Show me!" Mo put his hands behind his head again, his deeply etched pits
starting to discolor "show me how you two fag boys just bumped into each
other, accidental like... show me."

	"But..."

	"I ain't real up on all this fag shit.  Show me how you two just
accidentally ended up makin out.  Now!  Do it!"

	Jerry and Tim looked at each other knowing they could do this.  Obviously
the big guy wanted to see them make out.  And the growing tube in his jeans
meant he wanted to see it bad.  So when Jerry used his longer arms to reach
over and grab Tim by his thicker shoulders, the two of them started to
wrestle around, guessing it was rough enough to be convincing.  How their
towels stayed on was nothing short of pure will power.  They jostled and
tugged and pushed, the taller Jerry managing to overpower the stronger Tim
at a few points, knowing how hot it would look, two half-naked blond jocks
wrestling around, their sweaty pumped muscles on display for the very big,
very horny coach watching it all from his comfortable chair.  Knowing they
were on display, and knowing their semi-strenuous wrestling was a big
turn-on for the older guy was having its effect on both of them.

	"When I found you two fag boys, you weren't wrestlin y'were kissin!  Let's
see y'two do that now" the deepening voice another chink in the armor.
Jerry leaned down and started french kissing Tim, counter-maneuvering for
all his attempts to pull away in shock and disgust.  When they started
pressing against each other, even grinding their crotches against each
other, they braced and tried not to act too surprised when Mo grunted,

	"Lose the towels." and there it was!  The big coach brought them here for
something triple-x, no mistake.

	"No!" Tim pretending he was protesting against Jerry's continued attempts
to lock faces "I can't!"

	"Drop those towels now!  Let's see if you two really a coupla fag boys."

	"But we're not wearing anything underneath" Jerry tried, hoping Tim did not
react to the lameness of it.

	"Fuck, that's the idea!  Lose the towels now!" and before Tim broke his
concentration Jerry reached down and undid the knot holding his buddie's
towel up.  As Mo was expecting, Tim's hardon sprung free, banging into
Jerry's front.

	"Yeah, just what I was expectin" Mo growled, the muscles in his arms and
chest tensing with the effort not to reach down and start stroking himself
"only a real fag boy gets boned kissin a guy.  Okay Tim... if it's such a
big turn-on for you t'be makin out with Jerry there, why don't ya show him
how much that body of his turns you on.  Y'been wanderin the halls lookin
t'get all over some dude, here's your chance!"

	"But it's wrong... and like you're watchin makin it even nastier..." Tim
was on the same page all right.

	"Nasty and kinky like..." man if he didn't do something about that bone in
his pants Mo was gonna cream himself soon "let's see how nasty and kinky it
gets."

	Tim started licking and mouthing the whole area around around Jerry's neck
and shoulders, his hands making sure to stay above his navel.  He knew it
was coming but he was not going to make this any easier for Mo sitting over
there.  The sounds and vibes coming from that direction told the guys Coach
Mo was getting hornier and hornier.  Tim wanted to see how long they could
make this last now.  Especially when he realized that as much as he enjoyed
having to perform sexually for this big black coach, Jerry was enjoying it
more.  Tim didn't need to grab the lump in Jerry's towel to prove the point.

	"This gettin ya hot and horny?" Mo's voice came through to Tim "this makes
ya all hard and cranked?"

	"No... I mean..." Tim was going to keep pushing it.

	"I wanna see ya jackin on yer meat when ya pull off yer bud's towel now.
Like pervin on his naked bod totally turns yer crank got it?" and Tim
crouched down, one hand tugging at his familiarly hard dick once again, his
fingers loosening the knot of the Jerry's dirty towel.  There was a brief
struggle and then that big cut dick was on view again.  When Tim saw it was
only half-hard he panicked for all of a half-second before he sensed Jerry
was doing math problems in his head to keep it from going to full bone.
What an award-winning performance, Tim smiled to himself.  And Tim kept up
his part of the bargain, acting like all those blond pubes were something
too gross to look at, much less touch.  His fingers hesitated and hesitated
some more, waiting for the inevitable,

	"Go on, let's see ya jack yer bud's meat just like y'been jackin yerself
all this time.  Go on, it ain't gonna bite ya."

	"It's gross..." Tim moaned "it's like a dude's DICK fer cryinoutloud okay?
Touchin a dude's dick is like..." as his hand rubbed down through the line
of hairs going south from Jerry's navel, down to those forbidden pubes and
before he got sick to his stomach, or not, his fingers were encircling the
thickening growing dick, the calculus equations no longer serving their
purpose.  And when Jerry's hands started pushing the back of Tim's head
closer, there was a brief and almost-convincing struggle for a few moments.

	"Okay fag boy, yer friend there really wants t'feel that fag mouth of yers
on his dick now" Mo managed to gulp out after a few attempts.  If this kept
up his pants were going to be a major mess, either ripping out the fly or
filling with his pent-up jizz.  He had to hurry up this show-of-shows fast
now "suck his dick!  Now!"

	"But coach!  I can't do that!  That's like totally gay!" Tim hoped and
prayed he did not hear chuckling above him or else he would crack up as
well.  But there was nothing but slow steady breathing, Jerry's firm belly
pressing out and back in a steady and very turned on fashion.  It would
appear Jerry was no longer kidding anymore than Mo over there.  The irony in
his own head faded fast as the smell of lust started spreading out from that
uncomfortable chair.  Tim took a deep breath and leaned forward, his mouth
again filling with that familiar spongy head, slipping into the familiar
patterns of stimulation he always applied to the familiar areas, no longer
concerned about playing the reluctant straight jock for Mo's benefit.

	"Yeah, just like I thought!  Fag boy sure as fuck knows his way around a
hard dick!  Suck it!  Suck yer bro-I mean bud's dick!  Do it!  Do it!" Mo's
voice more and more strangled as he did all he could not to lose it "harder!
harder! Yeah, show me that hard wet dick!  Show me how much yer br-bud
grooves on having his straight jock bud goin down on his bone" Tim leaned
back, grabbing Jerry's cock around the base in a tight grip, squeezing it
and making it swell, big and red, shiny and impressive.  All for Mo's
benefit, for his growing arousal "fuckin big dick for a white kid!  Yeah big
jock big dick!  Okay big jock let's see ya return the favor on your fag boy
fuckbud now.  Switch places you two!  Now!" like Jerry needed much incentive
to drop to his knees, no pretense needed to get that hard thick dick in his
mouth next.  He made the obligatory frown and grimace before he started
bobbing away like crazy "two fag boys we got here!  Real red-blooded,
hard-core total cocksuckin fag boys... suckin each other... suckin dick...
suck... suck... yeah..." he was not going to last another minute like this.

	Mo raised himself from of his easy chair, the front of his jeans showing a
severe protrusion out and to the side.  Nothing he wanted more than to pull
it free and let it shoot several gallons of his burning hot cum all over
their hot stud faces.  But he knew if he so much as lowered his hand to his
fly, the slightest pressure on his crotch and it would all be over.  Talk
about trapped by his own ploy, his hand caught in his own trap and the clock
was ticking "stand up, both of you.  I wanna see which one of you two
studs's packin the bigger tool... yeah looks like Jerry there has the
serious fucktube.  Y'know what that means Tim... don't pretend y'never bent
over for yer fuckbud before!"

	"What?  No!  No way!  I don't take it up the ass, you nuts?"

	"This time y'do bud.  All those times you been makin hints, hinting around,
seein how many shots it would take... right buddy boy?"

	Buddy boy?  Tim heard that and knew something was up.  When he saw the same
thing Jerry was seeing, getting the same alarms ringing in his ear, he knew
enough to go along with the new script, hoping his new wrestling stunts were
convincing enough for that over-horned Mo all but breathing down their nccks
now.  But did Jerry have to be so rough?  By the time Tim was forced to his
knees, Jerry's hands forcing his knees apart, his back was sore and bruised,
his shoulder still stinging from where he was slammed against the edge of
the bed.  Out of the corner of his eye he saw Mo double over, expecting the
waves of blue-tinged orgasm to pulse through the room, but when the tension
was not discharged, instead only increasing, Tim had to wait for Jerry's
signal.  What he felt instead was something cool and greasy being rubbed
around his already sore pucker.  When it started tingling and then inching
all he could think was: where the fuck did Mo get Kroozhe's gel from?  His
head jerked with the realization!  This WAS Kroozhe's room, just like they
had predicted all along.  So was Mo in on this?  Jerry answered no, but
brace yourself instead!  When he felt the big head of Jerry's hardon press
against him he almost didn't relax in time.  When he had managed to allow
the head to invade him, pressing more and more of the burning green goo
deeper into him, all he could do was close his eyes and breathe, and let
Jerry know he was okay.  Dying but okay.

	"Fuck YEAH!  Fuck him!  Fuck him in the ass!  Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Mo's
hands were beneath his polo shirt, yanking it free of his jeans in his haste
to rub his nipples raw, anything to keep his mitts away from his leaking
dick "fuck!  Fuck!  FUCK!" and something like an explosion went off in the
room, coming neither from Jerry's cock inching deeper into his best mate's
inside, nor from Mo's grossly protruding pants,

	WHAT!!! THE!!! FUCK!!!!!" Sam Morrison stood in the open doorway, not sure
what to take in first.  As the door flew out of his hands and slammed
against the wall with a sound like a bomb going off, he looked from his kid
brother, to the two naked guys in a deep and hard fuck at Maurice's feet,
back to his bro's obvious erection, back to the faces of the two almost
glued together, to his brother's hand rubbing his chest, back to the
expression of the two buttfucking, not shocked not slowing, back to the
white eyeballs in Maurice's face, all in the span of one and half seconds if
that.

	"FUCK!  SAM!" Mo attempting to double over either trying to hide or relieve
his massive hardon "what are - "

	"Sit down and SHUT THE FUCK UP!" if Mo could boom, Sam could set off
seismographs several states aways.  Jerry pulled free more from the sonic
boom than from the shock of discovery "you two get dressed.  MauRICE!" Sam
turned back to him, this time the boom sent him flying onto his ass, the
chair behind him by sheer luck breaking his fall.  It would have been funny
had the room not reeked of sweat and horn.

	"Wait!  I can... Sam... I can explain..." Mo had never EVER let his brother
catch him doing anything worse than dashing bareass down the hall from the
bathroom when they were kids, separate rooms, separate secrets.  When they
both checked and then double-checked their schedules, a flurry of e-mails
before they convinced themselves it was true! they were both going to be at
the same camp during the same week in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere!  Sam
was all excited, making plans for them to hit the town, rip it up, and
generally make up for all the times they didn't connect.  But Maurice was
not so eager for their "together" time, all the craziness of the last few
days working in his favor like some left-handed blessing.  All the efforts
to avoid his big brother and now THIS?!?! "Sam, it's not - "

	"How it looks, and bro it looks soooo baaaaaaad!  You makin these two young
dudes do sex shit so you can get yer rocks off pervin to it?  That's like
total nasty bro!"

	"It wasn't like that!  Like it was all - "

	"Big fuckin accident" Sam and Jerry completed each other's phrase
simultaneously.  Again it would have brought a smirk had there not been
three, and maybe four, hardons on display around the room.

	"I jus'found'm and - "

	"Okay Maurice - "

	"Don't call me that!" stealing a glance at the two naked guys who were
trying with varying success to remove as much of the green gel from various
sensitive areas before it got worse.

	"What should I call you?  Shit-fer-brains?" seeing the greenish stains on
the towels sent Sam over the edge "you made them... fuck!  And with the
green shit too?"

	"It was supposta be a joke okay?"

	"Dude's ain't laughin" Sam caught the sentiments of the two guys.  When he
sensed they were not freaked, or as scared as they had every right to be
under the circumstances, Sam got a curious idea.  Where did it come from?
Tim had to look away before he was busted "okay baby bro.  Yeah, y'don't
like Maurice - "

	"Mo!  Call me Mo!"

	"Like hell I will!  Okay BAby!  That's what it's gonna be!  Baby!"

	"Knock it OFF!" Mo would have lauched his serious strength at his equally
muscular brother had he the wits to pull it together in time "don't - "

	"Okay... Baby" ignoring the pissing and moaning coming from the chair "just
t'let ya know I ain't the total asshole y'seem t'think I am or some shit"
glaring at the two before they ruined his little ruse "t'let y'know ain't go
no hard feelins or shit - "

	"So we cool here?" Jerry heard Mo say it almost as fast as he could think
it.

	"Sure Baby, we cool'n then some" Sam was keeping an eye on that hardon in
his brother's pants, hoping it would not explode before things got
interesting.

	"So we can jus send these dudes back to there rooms, no hard feelin right?"

	"Well..." Sam held up his hand, not that the two would be in a hurry to
leave, not getting the vibes from them he was now "just t'show you we're all
cool here..." back to his brother "how about..."

	"How about what?" Mo was getting to hate all this hesitation from his older
brother.

	"How about..." he set the trap "I let you decide your own punishment..."

	"Say wha???" where did this "punishment" thing come from?

	"Y'know... rather'n me callin a meetin of all the coaches tomorrow to sorta
get us all on the same page like..."

	"Hey!  C'mon Sam!"

	"Instead we just keep this in the family like" looking at the two naked
guys "guess yer family now."

	"Guess so" Tim went over to the bed, easing himself down and making a point
of acting like he was still suffering.  Like it was Mo's dick up his butt or
something.

	"So Baby... what's your punishment gonna be?" Sam's smile faded fast.

	"Yer shittin me right?"

	"Nope, not at all.  But it seems like you been real creative like so far
coming up with 'punishments' for these two boneheads, let's see you come up
with somethin just as creative for your own punishment.  But none of this
running-errands-all-week bullshit.  I'm talkin somethin right.. here, right
now.  Well?"

	"Here?" there was that word again, both Jerry and Tim heard it loud and
clear.

	"And now, y'got it."

	"Okay... but they gotta leave" not looking, just nodding at the two blond
guys sitting facing him.

	"Nah, they earned the right t'stay" Sam rubbed his chin "besides I'm
thinkin it would be more of a punishment if they were here to witness it
like."

	"Witness what?" Mo was prepared to debate this until dawn if that's what it
took.

	"What y'come up with.  Takes ya back don't it?"

	"What's that mean?"

	"Like when we were kids, and you got yer ass into all sorts of trouble I
hadda bail ya outa..."

	"Shit... y'ain't..."

	"Come up with somethin?"

	"No way!  Not that Captain shit!"

	"Fine! Captain Game it is!"

	"No fuckin WAY!"

	"Okay... Baby" waiting for the yelling to subside "think it's time for the
Captain Game!"

	"The what?" but Mo was yelling something less coherent "the captain what?"

	"Baby, figure it out!  Y'really think these two new family members ain't
gonna throw yer ass in jail after what I catch you doin t'these dudes here?"
Sam knew sure as hell after all that had been happening, what his idiot
brother was doing with these two guys was almost laughable in its innocence,
comparatively speaking.  He was gambling his uptight, hard-ass brother had
somehow miraculously avoided all the 'activities" going on in every room,
every hallway, every dining hall, every shower room, every "lab" within a
five-mile radius.  Chance of one in a million.  But this was Sam's lucky
day.  Or night "I'm sicka bailin yer ass outa jail, got it Baby?  So either
it's gonna be the Captain Game - remember it was YOUR idea - or you and your
big horny cellmate gonna get really friendly.  What's it gonna be?"

	"You are fuckin outa yer mind y'know that?" but big Maurice "Mo" Morrison,
all two-hundred forty pounds of thick-necked hard-ass, AFL star and younger
brother of Sam Morrison, raised his butt out of his chair, hoping his hardon
was less noticeable.  By maybe an inch if that "this is totally fucked up!"

	"Captain says shut the fuck up!"

	"Like fuckin hell!"

	"That's one, okay" Sam looked at the two guys "okay up t'you two.  If
y'really don't wanna stick around y'can get dressed and leave - "

	"Dressed?" Jerry bit his tongue to keep from smirking.  He almost said
"leave?" like the two had not been drawn to Kroozhe's room, now "their"
room, as agreed.  So why they would want to leave "their" room, especially
with the situation unfolding exactly as they had both envisioned, well their
towels were staying where they lay.

	"Or y'can stay but this ain't gonna be exactly somethin for children" Sam
snarled at his kid brother "right Baby?"

	"Look we were just fuckin around" Mo bit his lip, realizing his mistake as
soon as the words were out of his big mouth.

	"Okay that's two, since Captain never gave ya permission to speak" waiting
for the back-talk but this time Mo knew enough to shut up "and the only
'fuckin around' was what you were makin these two innocent kids do for your
sick screwed-up fantasy" hearing Mo's slight grunt before he stopped himself
in time "yeah y'learnin finally.  So you two..."

	"I'm Tim.  The guy with the big dick up my butt, that's Jerry" he sat
there, trying to look as innocent and uncomfortable as Sam assumed.  Unlike
his iron-clad brother, Sam was broadcasting loud and clear.  All the years
of sibling rivalry, all the hiding and bullshitting, yeah both of them were
getting the picture from Sam, big as a drive-in screen, a feature film
flashing by in seconds.  They could see all the indiscretions that brought
Sam to this crossroads, all the activities in which he had been an active
participant both with and without his fuckbud Walt, with and without the
various jocks.  They even read his mind regarding his sole trip to the
"labs" in the basement, and how his episode with the milking machine was cut
short with the short-circuit malfunction right about the time Grunt first
saw the UFO lights over the woods.  They knew Sam did not know how much they
knew, how many of the puzzle pieces they were dropping in place.  That would
all change once this "Captain" game got into full swing "and well...
y'know..." too late to play too innocent? "if we do stay..."

	"Dog here already two down" Sam narrowed his eyes at his brother standing
with his head down and sweating buckets "so you - "

	"Two what?" Jerry knew full well "so you probably don't want us around now
right?  This like a sibling thing now, right?"

	"Nah, more's the merrier, right bro?" hearing little more than a grunt
under his breath "these young kids wanna know how we play the game.  Y'wanna
tell'm?"

	"Captain?" Mo coughed out, his throat full of emotion, the muscles in his
thick neck bulging with the urge to throttle someone.

	"Captain tells ya to speak.  Tell these dogs what the rules are."

	"Captain gives the fuckin penalty for each point, and I gotta do'm. Real
complicated like.  Even two fag boys like you can figure it out" waiting for
the reaction, getting nothing but stony silence.

	"And what about the two points you're down?" Tim knew it was too easy.

	"Those're just - "

	"That's three, Baby!" Sam chuckled, seeing the slight smile on Tim's face,
knowing he had been set up "Captain never said for you to answer him."

	"B-" he caught himself.  Now he knew who was gonna be strangled first.
That stocky little fuckbud is going down first.

	"Almost, Baby..." Sam looked at Tim "guess yer learnin fast huh?  So you
two stayin or what?"

	"Guess we're stayin" Jerry looked at Tim, like he would contradict him.
They were seeing the reason for leaving the earlier room come in focus more
and more.

	"If we can play too" Tim shrugged as best he could "maybe we better watch
so we get a better idea how - "

	"Fuck that" Sam turned to Mo "so how about your boys stayin for the
fireworks?  You want them t'stay?"

	This time Mo knew enough to stand there and keep quiet, burning a hole in
the floor with his angry stare.

	"Which one y'want to give ya the first command?" Sam tried again, but Mo
kept his mouth shut "fine.  Captain asks ya which one of us goes first?"

	"None of ya" Mo growled at the floor.

	"Captain orders ya to pick one of us.  Now Baby!"

	"Fuck... okay fag boy Jerry there" not looking up.

	"Okay lemme think... lemme think.. now if I'm really this 'big' fag boy"
Jerry ran his hand down his hip, emphasizing where he was most big "then I
get to give ya a really faggy order" looking at Sam "right?"

	"Gotta be something he can do in five minutes or less" Sam looked at Mo
"right Baby?  We can't have ya walkin around the rest of the week with a
'fuck my ass' sign on your back, right?" waiting for him to lunge at him,
but Mo was calming down enough not to sabotage himself any more than he
already had "so what's it gonna be?"

	"Well, I'm thinkin..." Jerry knew full well what he wanted, but had to
settle for small increments to get there "if I'm this big fag boy, I'm
guessin the first thing I want is the same thing you forced us t'do.
Strip!"

	"WHAT?" Mo burst out before he could stop himself.

	"Up to four Baby" Sam had to re-assess these two now.  Okay, just because
it looked like his evil bro was making these two buttfuck against their
will, maybe it wasn't as one-sided as it first looked.  Maybe... "Captain
says lose the clothes, all the clothes!"

	Another outburst would only earn him another penalty point, Mo was
thinking.  And it wasn't like it wasn't true what Jerry said.  The first
thing he made them do - well after getting them all boned kissing - was lose
those towels, right?  But Mo was fully dressed!  Hell, both he and his
brother were fully dressed!  And it was not like he made a habit of running
around showing dick in front of his older brother.  Ever!  Hell, he spent a
great deal of time and energy just to make sure he was never ever bareass in
front of his bigger brother.  His hands hesitated at the bottom of his polo
shirt already loosened and hanging baggy and wrinkled.  Before he stopped to
consider the consequences, off it came, his big muscular - and slightly
hairy! - pecs flashing his smooth and balding brother.  The slight shock on
Sam's face was almost worth it.  He kicked out of his expensive shoes one by
one, then knelt down to remove his dress socks.  When he stood up, there
were three sets of eyes on the front of his jeans.  This was going to take
every bit of bravery he could muster, but his clumsy fingers got the belt
buckle undone and the fly open.  As soon as he did, something pressed his
boxers forward.

	"Looks like Baby here enjoys exposing himself in front of fags, huh Baby?
That right?"

	Mo's response was to snarl silently and drop his jeans around his ankles.
Even with the loud print of his boxers, all those stains were still very
evident.  It looked like he already dropped at least a dozen loads in his
shorts, from all the stains he was showing.  And the way that tube pressed
out and down, opening the gap in his fly enough for a healthy look at his
black pubes was evidence enough how "disgusted" Mo had been with those two
"fag boys" buttfuckin for his benefit a few moments before.  There was no
way he could get around this; he had to lose the undershorts now.  Fine!

	He turned his back on the group and pushed them down, mooning them good in
the process.  By the time the three had adjusted to the sight of "Mo"
Morrison, naked and showing butt! hard muscular butt at that! it was a good
minute or two.  Jerry and Tim took a while to register that this sight was
just as shocking to Sam as it was to them.  And it was more than shocking,
Tim was the first to realize.  Fuck!  Sam Morrison had never seen his
brother naked before!  And further he had avoided it as much as Mo because
he feared the reaction it was now having in his pants!  The dude was getting
horned over his adult brother's naked ass!

	"Turn around stud!" Jerry wanted to see if he would do it or not.  When
Mo's head turned to glare at him, they all knew it would cost him.

	"That's five.  Captain says turn around and face the music, hands behind
your head!  Do it Baby!"

	Mo could do little but continue the motion he had started, until he was
facing all of them, his hands plastered over his crotch.  With a look that
would cut a hole through the defensive line, he raised his giant hands and
put them behind his head, his big uncut dick flopping forward and then down
over his thickly haired nads.  Sam had to gulp.  Not only was his kid
brother bigger, he was much MUCH hairier, and not just on his head.  Talk
about being out-gunned!  And Mo was smirking at him, almost rubbing it in
his face now.

	"That's as big as it gets Baby?" Sam taunted him.

	"Bigger'n you!" Mo spat back, knowing it would cost him.

	"Six?" Sam looked at Jerry losing count "close enough.  My turn" looking at
Tim, not expecting or seeing a look of disappointment.  Both of them were
almost drooling instead "Captain says..." rubbing his chin, the same gesture
Mo had used earlier on those two, both of them chuckling at the similarity
"this time it's not somethin t'do, it's worse" seeing Mo's quick glance
"Captain says... tell us - all three of us! - the last time you drained
those overflowing balls of you, and how..."

	"You're kiddin right?" rolling his eyes, knowing it would cost him again.
He held up seven fingers nodding.

	"Captain says, talk!"

	"Fuck fine... at least it wasn't with my dick up some dude's shithole
okay?" glancing to see Jerry's reaction, but the kid was almost rubbing
himself now "fuck fine... okay it was... a few days... okay maybe a week
ago..." expecting a sneer or two, but instead he got two, then three
wide-eyed gasps "that funny t'you?  Cause I can hold my control and not be
runnin around like all you fags doin all sorts of nasty shit every chance I
can?"

	Sam was more worried than shocked.  Why had his brother been immune to all
these activities going on everywhere!  And for how long.

	"Captain says, finish the question!  When and how?"

	"Still thinks that counts for two but okay fine! Like Monday last week
okay?  That what y'wanna hear is it?  How?  Fuckin tell ya how!  Like this!"
giving a fast jackin motion with his right hand.  Immediately Sam remembered
his brother was left handed!  Too weird here!

	"My turn" Tim looked at Sam then Mo "so what's all this shit then about
freakin out seein me'n Jerry here makin out on the stairs like" not
surprised to see a lack of shock on Sam's face "and then you drag us back
here and make us suck and fuck for you?  What's up with that?"

	"Captain says" Sam translated for him "tell us why you made these two come
back to this room and do sex shit for you, if all that fag shit is so
disgusting!"

	"It just is, okay!  Don't ask me why!  I just never seen two dudes, two fag
boy dudes, really do it okay?  Like suck each other's dick, and then
buttfuck!  Maaaaan!"

	"You so disgusted how come y'almost shot off in yer pants, huh?" Jerry
tagteamed then.

	Mo just looked at his fully dressed brother with the slightest of shrugs.
That's your damn answer!

	"Captain says..." Sam's jaw was still itching "let's see..."

	"I got one" Tim was gonna kick this up a notch "it can be doin things, not
just truth-or-dare shit, right?"

	"Like what?" Sam knew these two were full of revenge now.

	"Okay Mo" Tim used that name and not Baby intentionally "y'so disgusted
with all this fag shit, then let's see ya suck a dick and not let that uncut
piece of meat of yours get hard again, got it?"

	"What?" Mo wheeled on him "are you lookin to get killed right now?"

	"Seven?  Eight?" Sam looked at Tim "y'see once he hits ten we stop
counting.  And he forfeits big time!"

	"Forfeits what?" Jerry could only guess.

	"The game" looking at Mo "for starters" he did not really want to see his
bro's face when he said it, but was watching Tim's face instead "Captain
says, let's see Baby get this big-dicked white boy t'cum!  With yer damn
mouth!"

	"F-" which would have been fuck-you! and and flying fists any other time,
but Mo knew it was three against one.  And if his bro didn't spread this all
over camp, those two punks would!

	"Somethin about this place" Tim looked at Jerry "brings out my 'artistic'
side.  Sam, Mo, we got any cameras around here?"

	"No cameras!" Mo shouted.

	"Okay that's eight, no mistake" Sam looked at him "well?  Captain says,
answer the question.  You got one of those standard-issue cameras in your
room here?"

	"Ain't my room" either a snarl or a reluctant admission, take your pick.

	"You want a camera, you find it" Sam threw his hands up.  As soon as he
did, Jerry asked Tim.  Soon they were scanning the room between them.  One
of the drawers called their name.  Beneath a collection of papers and even
some articles of clothing, Tim found what he was looking for.  He turned it
on and noticed it was already half-full.  Very curious.  He took a quick
picture of Mo before he could double over and turn away.  A large brown
naked blur would have to do for starters.

	"Okay Baby, Captain says, make that white snake shoot in your mouth, bro.
Now!"

	"And not get boned doing it" Tim reminded him.

	"Captain says, and not get all boned out doin it.  Now!"

	There was a great deal of grumbling and glaring but after a bit of a
stare-down, Mo lowered his large frame down to his knees, showing them that
would be the extent of his participation.  Even before Jerry stepped over
and pressed his crotch into Mo's face, there were several flashes from Tim's
camera.  Jerry gave his cock a few strokes just to get Mo's attention before
he lifted the head against Mo's lips.  Mo closed his eyes, and his his mouth
stayed shut as well.  If they wanted to make him suck dick, they were gonna
have to force him.  Sam was about to shout out a repetition of the command
but Jerry waved him away: I can handle this.

	He lifted his cock again and started rubbing it around, back and forth over
Mo's mouth, enjoying the resistance he was creating, only making his cock
respond faster.  A few times he shoved forward, and each time was met with a
a solid wall of muscular resistance.  But after one picture caught him with
the tip of that white boy's head just a half-inch past his lips the dam
started to burst.  By the time Jerry was hard again - still? - he was
getting at least the head all the way past those tightened lips.  Then it
was more than just the thickened head, it was a good two inches of the neck.
  Then it was most of the neck and Mo was gagging and coughing in response.
By the time Mo had gotten the hang of using his tongue and breathing in
sych, Jerry was giving that tight mouth a slow steady fucking, knowing the
effect on Sam was as bad as their sex acts before on Mo.

	"Daaaaaaaaam!  If it don't look like my baby bro can't go near a dude's
dick without getting all boned" Sam was trying not to be shocked.  But first
seeing his brother naked, then naked and on his knees, then on his knees
with a white kid's bone down his throat, and his own cock bobbing away like
this was the hottest thing in the world... a major revelation to say the
least!  But it was too much!  Just the sight before when Mo turned around,
his thick muscled arms bulging, his torso splattered with those areas of
curly hairs just like their dad - no don't think about that! - Mo's big
nipples all hard, and his big hard gut, the way his navel was all popping
out just like his own, and those hairy pubes!  It was like looking at his
own before he trimmed them, but that cock had his beat by... well he'd never
admit that.  And Sam could not keep his eyes off Mo's front, hell he never
saw him naked before, right?  And sure as fuck not like this, not all shiny
and sweaty and boned! "Baby yer total hard!"

	Mo's only response was to cough and spit on the floor.

	"Dude already cum in your mouth Baby?" Sam was enjoying this more and more.

	"Fuck no!" Mo snapped back, nodding when he heard,

	"Nine bro!"

	"Fuck no I didn't cum" Jerry pulled his long wet and very hard cock out of
that mouth "couldn't anymore tonight if I wanted to" looking at Tim "not
after the night we had."

	"Captain says..." Sam's eyes were glued on his brother as Tim caught the
image for posterity, Mo naked and hard on his knees, spit running out of
both corners of his mouth "y'made these two suck and what else?  Captain
says y'gotta do the same shit y'made them do.  Suck and what else?  Answer."

	"Fuck.." Mo narrowed his eyes at Sam "y'volunteerin?"

	"Not me Baby... not me..."

	"My turn" Tim beamed at Jerry "one of us dude's gonna fuck your ass the
same way y'forced big-dick Jerry here to pop my cherry" straight face and
all, and even better Jerry lowered his head like he was feeling remorse "big
stud like you should be able to handle that easy enough.  Hell, big pro
athlete like you must be used to a lot of pain, taking a dick up the ass a
piece of cake right?" knowing all those black muscles could do nothing but
crouch there trying to hide what was sticking out of his black pubes "but we
gonna make this interesting, what you say big brother?"

	"Well..." rubbing the skin on his chin raw "depends on just what you're
plannin here.  Shit, this IS my bro here, don't want no real harm comin to
him" slapping him on his bare hard shoulder "right Baby?" knowing he could
not answer more than a curled lip "so don't know what you're plannin but - "

	"Simple" Tim nodded at Jerry "this big stud brother of yours is gonna tell
us which one of us he really REALLY wants to fuck him in the ass.  My turn
is I get to force the answer out of him!"

	"No force!" Sam was hoping these two were not as vicious as some of his
former roommates, some of the guys who took no prisoners, even when joints
were cracking and nasty bruises were forming.  Talk about some serious
bad-ass sore losers!  Nothing like that was going to happen to his brother.
Getting all this sibling shit out of his system was one thing; a trip to the
hospital something else entirely "no bruises, nothing violent got it?"

	"Nothing worse than..." Tim looked around until he found where Mo had tried
to hide the tube of ointment "than this!  Your brother here knows all about
this, I'm guessing you do too right?" seeing his reaction "this is gonna be
torture enough right Mo?"

	Mo's muscles tensed, all those big thick piles of flesh flinching and
bunching, looking at his brother with something like pleading in his eyes.
But Sam was relieved these two were not thinking of anything worse than a
liberal application of the green shit... where?  He saw Tim smear some into
one of his palms and with little resistance ease the big guy to a standing
position.  Mo flinched when Tim's greased hand started smearing it up and
down his thick erect shaft, and for good measure, the sadistic kid even put
a second dollop under Mo's foreskin!  Damn if that didn't get a loud shout
and a violent jump from him!

	"These little punks seem to know what they're doing Baby" Sam went from
serious concern to relief back to concern again, seeing Tim's familiarity
with uncut meat, knowing exactly where to put the green ointment for maximum
discomfort.  When he skipped Mo's purple balls and started on his crack, Sam
hated to admit it but this was starting to get his bone big time!  Something
about seeing his baby brother bare-ass naked, his big Morrison-sized dick
all shiny and bobbing, his balls crinkling and writhing in their sac, then
those thick muscular thighs stretching and spreading as the blond kid
started doing things to his bro's butt nobody could do and live.  And damn
but if Mo was not panting like he was almost getting into this as much as
Sam was!

	"Okay..." Tim tossed the tube back to the floor "my guess this won't take
long.  Or as long as you want it to, right Mo?" looking at Jerry who went
behind Mo and held his arms behind his back "we won't tie ya up, but I'm
guessin your stud brother there would like nothing better than to see you
tied up just the way you two used to play Cowboys and..." Tim got a weird
look on his face "Confederates?  Cowboys and Confederates?"

	"How you KNOW that?" Sam could ask, but Mo was still holding his tongue,
but both of them showing shocked expression.

	"Funny name for it but yeah... you two would tie each other up, never
daring to take it to the next level right?" Tim's hand running up and down
Mo's big pecs slightly covered with those curly hairs towards the nipples
where his fingers were heading next "not like you two didn't wanna do this"
rubbing one then both of those big tits until they were as hard as Mo's -
yeah and now Sam's - cock was getting.  Tim knew exactly where to rub and
when to stop, Mo's sensitive spots as obvious as if they were labeled in
colored markers.  When he had all the right spots raw and vibrating Tim
started "okay stud, who's it gonna be?  Who ya want up your virgin ass?"

	Mo was gasping for air, his big chest filled out to the maximum, the way
his arms stayed pinned behind him only added several inches of muscle.  And
the way all that dark hard flesh was covered with sweat and streaked gel
only made him look more amazing.  This time it was Sam taking pictures,
keeping his hands away from his visible hardon.  Seeing the reaction in
Sam's pants only made Mo more aroused if possible.  Sam even got a few
close-ups of those long strands of pre-cum hanging from the end of Mo's
dick, the head now pushing free of the foreskin, big and purple and tingling
with goo.  When Tim's hands went to tugging at Mo's tightening ballsac, Mo's
gasps and groans started growing more and more rapid and desperate.

	"You almost getting ready to blow your load right?" Tim's hand was staying
away from the fully erect tube, working instead on those tight hard balls.
When he heard Mo's strangled scream, Tim's hand tightened around the base of
that hard tube, feeling it throb and swell.  The head swelled even more as a
glob of clear fluid oozed out "fuck that was close.  These balls really
really want to empty their load don't they?" bouncing and yanking them,
ignoring the screams and swearing coming from Mo as he struggled to break
away from Jerry's grip on his arms "yeah you're so close you would stand
right here in front of all of us and jack off if you had a chance right?
Right?" slapping the back of his hand against the underside of Mo's cock.
Again it swelled and would have started shooting his pent-up load but this
time Tim had to use both hands to form a tighter tourniquet around the base
of that spasming cock.

	"Okay Baby, Captain says tell us who fucks you and this white boy sadist
maybe lets you empty those bull balls.  Who?"

	"Fuck, fuck fuck.." and now Tim's fingers were rubbing back and forth
between the underside of those hard tight balls and the virgin pucker
getting more familiar with the sensation of that green jel rubbed around the
wrinkled opening.  When Tim's finger started pressing into the tight ring
the floodgates opened!  Mo's cock ballooned as the first foot-long volley
hit Sam's pants, and would have continued had Tim's hand not squeezed tight
around the swelling head.  But Mo's two-week abstinence was doing everything
it could to burst free.

	"That's bad, real bad Baby..." Sam looked down at his ruin pants "Baby made
a real big mess on me..."

	"I'm sorry fuck! I couldn't help it okay?" Mo was trying to catch his
breath, his chest heaving as he balanced on the edge of his orgasm, his heat
threatening to explode.  The way his chest was heaving and sweat rolling off
him, it looked like he would pass out any second "okay ten okay?  I lose
okay?"

	"Who is it Baby?  You shot - almost shot your load - daaaaaamn can't you
hold it?" looking down at his pants "Baby why you been holding it for what?
months?"

	"Jus b'cause okay?  I'm fucked okay?  But don't make me say... it... okay?"

	"Y'dont haveta..." Sam started unbuttoning his sweat-stained shirt, pulling
it free, knowing it would be a major revelation for some of them.  Even his
white t-shirt beneath was wet, so that had to go as well, his bare muscled
chest and big hard gut causing a few gulps around the room "unless the
Captain orders ya to, got it?" seeing the shocked pleading in his brother's
eyes.

	"Lemme see what more of that green stuff does" Tim was enjoying working
over this guy.  And knowing his brother was enjoying it more was just
frosting on the cake.  But he and Jerry both knew why they were here, what
had been "promised" to them.  Could Sam be hearing them, could he read their
thoughts as well?

	"Won't be necessary" Sam kicked out of his shoes, his hand hesitating at
his belt, seeing Mo's eyes go wide "Captain says you're gonna do some suckin
on each of us now" his fat, almost as long, but very hard cock poking
through the gap in his fly as he lowered his stained pants, seeing and
almost tasting the reaction coming from Mo now "Captain says that dick of
yours is gonna shoot soon as the right cock goes down your throat, like you
could stop it even if y'wanted.  Captain says..." Sam stood there wearing
his boxer briefs, his uncut cock out with the head pushing free of the skin
fast, his hand reaching for the camera again "blond kid with the big dick
first.  Captain says suck his dick!"

	Which is what Mo did.  It was almost a relief he had to resume his blowjob
on that  Jerry kid instead of what was sticking out of his brother's fly.
He had NEVER seen his older brother's cock, and sure as fuck never hard!  He
knew as soon as his mouth made contact with that hard flesh it would all be
over.  Having that bastard bring him to the point of cumming and then
stop... man that kid better hope he don't find himself alone with the Mo
Monster somewhere he cannot run for cover.  He'd be on his knees getting his
ass plowed before he was out of his uniform.  So suckin on that same dick
again was a bit of a reprieve for Mo.  Just as soon as he felt himself
cooling off, feeling some of the sexual tension easing a bit, that long dick
was replaced by the thick fat dick of the bastard sadist Tim instead.  Now
Mo was gagging in earnest, no amount of holding his breath could keep him
from gagging and gasping for air.  He was too busy seeing stars and trying
not to pass out to realize someone was fingering his ass!  He had no idea
who it was, but the way the same itching and burning on his cock started
spreading to his tight hole told him someone was out for his blood now.

	Mo was not sure which happened next.  But the fat dick in his mouth was
replaced by something that could only have been the uncut even fatter head
of his bro's hard dick!  At the same time a lubed finger slid inside his
hole!  And then everything just flew into a thousand pieces, that finger
poking him where his cum started gushing from him as that hard piece of
Sam's meat started thrusting into his throat, forcing more and more of Mo's
cum to shoot out of his untouched cock and all over the floor as the room
spinning, then the whole building shaking apart, great big clouds of green
and red gas jetting high into the sky everything going to hell...



	Mo felt something like a cool breeze on his face, hearing something
rustling in his ears, remembering a spring morning many years ago.  Maybe he
was hearing his brother Sam calling his name he opened his eyes and looked
up to his brother's face spinning above him.  He was flat on his back, the
cool wooden floor pressing against his bare shoulders and butt, the ceiling
and those twinkling lights and his brother's face all twittering and
spiraling around in curious little circles.  He tried to lift his head but
everything started coming apart again,

	"Wha...wha... wha happened?"

	"Y'passed out Baby. Fuck, when you cum you fuckin CUM!" not mentioning Mo
was lying in it now.  If he didn't figure it out, he would soon "luckily Tim
here caught ya when ya tumbled over.  Y'can thank him y'don't have a black
eye where y'landed."

	Mo looked over at one of the heads spinning around, hoping it was the right
one,

	"Thanks I guess" he looked around, seeing three naked bodies now besides
his own.  That was bad enough, but when he felt some hands on his chest he
just closed his eyes, hoping there would be no more of their activities for
tonight.  He felt like he just played two championship games back to back,
carrying a buffalo on his shoulders to boot!  He was knocked out and those
hands were not helping at all.

	"You just rest Baby..." Sam did not need to wink at those two "after your
mind-blowing orgasm... we don't wanna take advantage of ya... right?"

	"Just lemme rest okay?" Mo threw one large arm over his face, that alone
was a major effort.  Did somebody slip him something?  When?  Why did he
feel like such a... such a Baby?

	With his vision blocked, Mo could only lie there and guess who was rubbing
him where.  The hands on his chest felt great, not too girly not too rough,
and then when somebody started on his calves and up to his corded thighs he
just groaned with pleasure.  Like they knew exactly where to exert the right
pressure.  And for how long.  When two strong hands started working up the
inside of his thighs he would have pushed them away with a gruff joke, the
same way he always did for those post-game rubdowns.  But this time he was
too knocked out; this time the hands kept going north, all the way up until
there was the slightest tickling just grazing the bottom of his low hangers.

	"Hey! Knock it off!" Mo groaned, but it sounded more like "hhhoooofff..."
so of course the fingers continued to knead the length of his satorials,
going higher and inside until his balls were getting a glancing rub with
each stroke.  Mo could only groan his inarticulate protests, knowing nothing
felt as good as what those hands were doing.  At one point he succumbed to
the slight pressure to spread his legs, those fingers rubbing the inside of
his sore thighs deeper and higher, fingers grazing the area beneath his
balls.  When they started to worm their way back to his greasy crack he
snapped his legs together with all his strength.  At least that's what it
felt like, his muscles all soft rubbery mush.  If he really was drugged,
then why was... shit!  he WAS starting to respond.  He felt hot embarrassed
blood pumping into his crotch, suddenly the fingers working between his legs
not his main worry.  And it wasn't like there was a hand anywhere near his
dick.  But he felt it growing and then throbbing and lifting off his leg.
Fuck, he was growing a pole!

	"Enough! Knock it off!" and Sam heard something like "nnnffffofff!" which
he ignored as his fingers started to work over his bro's big pecs, making
those big round nipples firm up under his touch.  And that Tim kid was
working Mo's crack like he lost something valuable in there and would not
stop digging until he found it.  As much as Sam wanted to grab that pole
sticking straight up from Mo's crotch, he knew the main event was about to
begin soon.  And Sam's hands on Mo's chest were speeding up the inevitable.
Especially when they started digging into his pits, the most ticklish spots
lighting up like magic.

	"Knock it off!" this time they understood him loud and clear "hey!"

	"As much as I want a long-overdue piece of this" Sam's fingers ran down
from his pits to his asscheeks "and as much as that pole of yours wants it
just as bad" Jerry giving the base a good shake right on cue and damn if a
few drops of fluid didn't go flying "we're gonna haveta ease you into the
idea" standing over Mo's face, Mo looking straight up at his big brother's
dick hard and ready to go "but it ain't happenin... unless..."

	"Unless what?" Mo wanted to lie there and rest, and get used to the idea of
what he had done in the last hour.  He had gone from avoiding every single
situation even hinting of sexual activities, and man have there been a lot
lately! to conning two guys into performing for his personal sexual
gratification, only to get busted by his hotter-than-shit brother, the one
he never so much as saw stripped down to his shorts, and now what?  He blew
his load while blowing him?  And his brother was not freaking over it?  In
fact now they were bidding on who was gonna buttfuck him first?  Wait!  They
never actually said that, but he heard it right?  How the fuck did he know
that?

	"Unless we're all together about this bro" yeah Sam did call him Baby
"y'really want us to do it, I mean REALLY want us to do it well..."

	"Well what?" Mo looked at those two blond kids like their presence was the
deciding factor or something "what about them?"

	"What about us?" Tim was openly stroking Jerry's cock now, little concern
for how it might look.  When he reached over and did the same to Sam's big
shaved dick he expected a token amount of protest.  Instead Sam sighed and
pointed it at his brother's open mouth.

	"These guys are in it bro... so tell me y'like what yer seein... and you'll
do what it takes to get this" Tim squeezing it tight, making it stand out
hard and big for Mo's eyes "to do things to your insides y'can't even
imagine... yes or no bro?"

	"Sheeeeet" Mo reached down to yank on himself, starting to absorb all the
horniness around him.  When Sam slapped his hand away he looked at him like
the kid brother he was "whatya do that for?"

	"No playin with yerself til y'decide bro.  Y'want me inside you or not?"

	"Sheeeet" Mo's new favorite word "only if they ain't stickin around
t'watch" Mo gave in, all the tension and fear draining away, his large
muscles relaxing into their natural state "I mean..."

	"Hey" Jerry's hard cock was watching all this with growing interest.
Finding itself in its second butt that night would be too sweet for words
"thought we still had turns!"

	"Game's over" Mo growled at him, the old Coach Morrison reasserting itself.
  Even if he was lying flat on his back, naked and hard, with several bones
hovering over him and pointing at his bare ass like compass needles.

	"I still runnin this show bro" Sam crouched down over Mo's face, pointing
his cock towards Mo's mouth, making sure Mo took in how it looked, the pubes
all shaved to make his boys look even more intimidating "and if I say open
up you open up got it?"

	"But... but..."

	"Open up" waiting for Mo to lose what little resistance he had.  It took
him all of ten seconds before Mo closed his eyes and allowed that hard
beercan dick to return to his mouth, his own hand flying to his cock,
pumping it like crazy.

	"Y'like that don't ya?" Sam's dick started a slow push deeper into Mo's
mouth, gagging him in spite of his careful motion.  When he felt Mo's throat
relax enough to allow a few more inches to push deeper, Sam instead eased
out "y'want t'suck on this don't ya?  Say it!  Say y'wanna suck my cock!"

	"Fuck... fuck yeah... fuck my mouth bro, fuck my mouth with your fuckin
log!"

	"Real simple bro.  Y'can have all the dick y'want but y'gotta get on your
hands and knees and..." seeing Mo's eyes go wide "no matter what happens,
your mouth don't leave my dick.  Think y'can do that?"

	"What?  Y'want me t'do what?"

	"Y'heard me.  Get on your hands and knees - do it!" Mo rolled onto his side
and with a great deal of groaning and mumbling got up to his knees and
lowered his muscular torso until his face was even with Sam's crotch.  He
dove back onto that wrist-thick monster before Sam could continue "yeah just
like that bro.  Man, that feels FINE!" his hands running all over Mo's big
hard shoulders and back as he started a slow rocking into his brother's
mouth, the angle much better for both of them, Mo able to lean forward and
swallow more of that thick head without cramping his neck, and Sam able to
use his hips to get a slow intense rocking motion going "now you keep that
mouth on my bone and don't stop suckin me no matter what, got it?"

	Mo moaned and gurgled a mmmm! in response, enjoying this big time.  Being
on his hands and knees in front of his brother, with his mouth full of his
hard cock, was better than he ever imagined.  And he spent too many years
imagining something just like this.  Even when he felt some greased fingers
working their way down his crack, his ass bending backwards and his knees
spreading apart, he knew what was coming next.  When that finger again
penetrated him, he felt his cock beneath him give a lunge, but a hand was
there to grip it tight, nipping his near-orgasm in the bud.  Again!

	"Okay bro, Captain says you're gonna take three fingers up your chute, got
it?  And when you do, your mouth is gonna just hold my dick real loose like
got it?  Cause after those three fingers, something bigger's gonna go in
there.  Much as I really wanna be the one to pop that cherry of yours, we
need something not so serious and thick like this" flexing his cock inside
Mo's mouth "but something to get ya useta the idea first got it?  Captain
says when you feel that dick inside you, you're gonna run your tongue all
over this dick" rubbing around Mo's mouth "just like it's the one pushin
into your hole got it?  No use protesting now bro, it's gonna happen.  We're
gonna get ya nice and ready for the real deal.  But first a nice white boy
dick's gonna take yer cherry while I'm watchin it happen, while I'm feedin
ya my big bro dick just like ya been wantin, got it?"

	Mo moaned and growled, tears running down his face.  Kneeling there naked
on his hands and knees in front of his stud brother was the most perved
thing he had ever done.  And having his brother feedin him his hard dick was
enough to make his cock shoot.  Again!  And the way his balls were all full
and tight against his cock, some kid's hand like a vice down there, like he
just knew once he let go Mo would empty whatever jizz still was trying to
pump out of him again.  It only got worse when he felt that finger, then
two, forcing their slimy way inside him where nobody had EVER forced
anything before.  And when the tingling and itching started, whatever
resistance his ring was giving against this invasion started collapsing.
All he could see, all he could feel was every part of his body feeling the
same way his dick felt right when his hand pulled his jizz from him all
those dark secret nights, alone in his fantasies.  When more and more
fingers lubed their way inside his fuckhole, he knew as long as that dick
stayed in his mouth he could do this, he could take a guy's cock up his ass
and not die on the spot.  It was like his brother's cock was giving him the
strength to do it, transmitting some secret energy enough to... FUCK! Mo
felt something blunt and hotter than fingers press against his hole.  He
heard somebody muttered "breathe out" or was it "squeeze it" so he did both
and then he felt it!  He felt a guy's hard dick, the most sexual, the most
private, the most hot part of a guy's body start to invade his asshole.  In
tandem the cock in his mouth, his big bro Sam's cock! in his mouth started
matching the same motion, pressing forward when the tube at his ass pressed
forward, easing back when it eased back, like Mo could not figure out which
was which!

	"Take it Baby!" he heard Sam's voice deep in his chest "take my cock, take
me in you!" and both dicks pressed deep, Mo's ass succumbing to the assault
"now relax and breathe.  Just hold it in your mouth" Mo kneeling there
catching his breath, waiting for the pounding in his chest to slow, waiting
for his cock to ease back from the amazing intensity of pleasure coming from
his whole crotch area "yeah Baby, give it up for your bro, give up yer ass
for my big dick!" the cock in his ass somehow getting bigger and longer,
pressing even more inches forward into him.  When Mo thought it was going to
keep going through all the way to his chest, when it felt like both cocks
were going to connect together he felt something tickling his backside.  A
guy's hairy pubes were pressing against his muscle ass!  The dude was all
the way inside him!  His cock gave a lurch and wanted to drain all over the
floor, but that damn hand was too tight!  If Mo had one hand free he would
have brought himself off it three quick tugs.

	Even with that vice-like grip pinching into his dick, Mo knew this was
going to be too much.  All the nerve endings were firing and he felt his
orgasm rushing towards him fast, and then it happened.  Both dicks slid out
of him, leaving him feeling hollow and more horny than he ever felt in his
life!

	"Okay Baby" Sam rubbed his cock up and down his brother's face, reminding
him it was still there "almost there bro, almost there" Mo could hear the
shortness of breath, hear how turned on his brother was "bet that hole of
yours feels real empty right now don't it!" hearing and feeling Mo's groans
against his shaved balls "want somethin back in there don't ya?" feeling Mo
nodding his head against the underside of his dripping cock "well relax
cause this is gonna hurt.  Relax all your muscles, squeeze out and take a
deep breathe.  When you can't hold it no more blow out all your air, got
it?"

	Tim had lubed up his fat big-headed dick and was pressing it against that
loosened hole, knowing this would stretch Mo big time.  When he took his
deep breath, that big frame swelling even more all the muscles in his back
popping into high relief, Tim almost lost his grip on that thick piece of
uncut meat beneath him.  He almost felt dwarfed, bent over this large pile
of muscled beef, but when Mo blew out the air in his lungs, Tim's cock took
over and pressed forward.  Just getting his head in the ring took every bit
of effort he could, but Sam's cock massaging Mo's tongue, and then Jerry's
hands under Mo's chest seemed to turn the tide.  With a great deal of
grunting and shouting, the head popped through the ring and he was in.  Man,
talk about tight!  Tim just knelt there, letting his cock get used to the
tightest hole it ever felt, letting Mo's ass get used to the thickest cock
it ever felt.  But the cock in his fist barely lost any of its iron.

	"Okay Baby..." Sam was as short of breath as Mo "just relax, just feel that
thick piece of stud cock fill your hole, feel it pressin against your knob?
Feel how it wants to push the cum right outa ya?  But ya ain't gonna cum,
not now bro!  Y'been real good at holdin it, how it makes yer balls heavy
with all that jizz, walkin around, how they fill your jeans, every step
making yer dick swell, but ya ain't gonna CUM!" Sam yanked his cock free of
Mo's mouth, the head spasming as Sam's tight grip kept his own balls from
emptying all over his kid brother's face "fuck that was CLOSE!  See how
turned on y'got me Baby?  See how bad this big dick of mine wants inside you
now?"

	Mo could not rub the tears from his eyes, but the image of his brother's
throbbing meat continued to swim in front of him.  And his brother was as
hot to fuck him as Mo was to be fucked by that pole, that thick tube of
brown meat he never laid eyes on before tonight!  And it was gonna happen;
they were gonna do it!

	"But not right away Baby..." Sam wiped the sweat from both their faces, a
gesture as erotic and intimate as what was coming "I fuck you now I'll
barely get this ripper in ya before I'm creamin and you're splittin.  And we
don't want that t'happen.  So..." he looked at Jerry and Tim "you boys know
what comes next right?  Y'know what ya need t'do..."

	Tim eased his cock out of that tight hole with a distinct pop! releasing
his grip of Mo's cock hoping it didn't unload with the sensation.  Somehow
Mo's concern about what was coming next did the trick; he yelled and rocked
back onto his ankles, his forearms gripped by Sam's big paws.  The way they
were pressing their fronts together made Tim doubt they could last long
enough without bringing their plans to an early explosive end.

	Jerry was on the floor first, flat on his back, his long dick pointing at
the ceiling.  When Tim got down on the floor as well, bending his knees so
their two crotches could touch, Sam almost wished he had two gymnasts here
instead of two bulked-up football players.  But somehow the two twisted and
jostled until their crotches were pressed together, both cocks slammed
against each other and pointing the way.

	"Okay Baby, y'make this happen and it's all yours okay?" Sam could see the
panic in his kid brother's face "y'take those dicks together and my
battering ram won't make no more difference than that first finger."

	"I can't do that!" Mo balked, but his dick throbbed even more "no way!
Nobody can take two dicks at once!"

	"Y'didn't think y'could take even one before right?  I'm tellin ya Baby,
y'can do it.  And when ya do, the load that's gonna be rammed outa ya will
be enough to make ya see double" waiting for Mo to absorb it "and that
load's gonna go right down my throat, y'hearin what I'm sayin?"

	"You?  You're gonna..." Mo couldn't even form the words.  The thought of
his brother's mouth on his dick was... damn he almost started blowing just
thinking about it!

	"Suck ya off, y'got it Baby!  Y'don't know how many times I wanted to go
down on you, and if I knew y'were packin the biggest one in the whole family
this woulda happened a LONG time ago, y hearin my bro?"

	"But.. but... you!  Sam you don't suck dick - "

	"I'm gonna now!  And it's your club's gonna be the one to unload down my
throat.  Y'like that idea?"

	"Fuck... yeah..." Mo looked at those two crotches "but..."

	"Real easy bro, real easy" Sam went over and crouched over their joined
crotches "just like this.  Just crouch yer ass over them, and lower yerself
down.  All up t'you.  Nobody forcin, nobody shovin.  You're in the driver's
seat bro" and damn if it didn't look like the longer of those two dicks was
pressing into Sam's crack "yeah... fuck... can't ya see yourself lyin on yer
back bro?  Can't ya feel... ah!" Sam's face scrunched together "fuck! can't
ya feel your cock pushin into me next?" Sam lifted up.  The expression on
his face as well as Jerry's indicated to Mo he just saw his brother let a
cock poke his hole.  And even go in?  Like Mo needed even more to turn him
on!  All of his fantasies were colliding in one big impossible technicolor
scenario.  And all he had to do was...

	"Can't do this Sam, I just can't..." threatening to upset the balance in
the room.

	"Don't know til ya try right bro?  All the times during practice, we always
covered each other's ass, tellin each other just t'try.  Well it's just like
that bro, just like that" and just like that Mo stepped over Jerry's torso,
crouching down over their joined crotches.  When he felt someone's fingers
forcing more lube into his hole, a bit surprised how loose it was already,
Mo repositioned his feet until he was straddling Jerry's crotch.  When he
felt two sets of hands brace his butt almost like a cushion, he allowed his
serious weight to lower himself down onto their hands.  When he felt
something wet and bullet-shaped make contact with his stretching hole he
panicked.  What the fuck was he doing?  Not only was he letting himself get
buttfucked, he was actively even eagerly positioning himself to make it
happen?  And it wasn't like it was happening in the dark, in secret, where
no one could ever know about it.  Fuck, he was doing it with three sets of
eyes staring at him.  How must this look to his brother!  And just like that
Mo was seeing it through his brother's eyes, seeing his muscle-bound stud of
a baby brother, bigger chest, bigger dick, a real hairy stud allowing two
high school jocks to fuck his hole because he wanted to be ready when the
real dick entered him.  Mo could feel Sam's lust first-hand and down he
went!  Jerry's cock entered him like greased butter and then something else,
something huge wanted to press into him as well.  Something inside Mo's
brain just snapped then, seeing himself all covered with sweat crouching
over those two blond guys, feeling his cock, his brother's cock, both of
their cocks so charged up he didn't know where his horniness ended and his
brother's began.  Something just snapped when he watched himself grunt and
grimace, the pressure and the stretching sending him into that zone, that
place where everything was just swimming and spinning, seeing his crotch
shiny with a pale blue covering of sweat, his crotch glowing, his brother's
over there glowing as well and something just gave way and the second cock
started squeezing into him then a millimeter at a time, something more than
pain, something like a drug coursing through his body then, something pale
blue and glowing and his voice and his brother Mo's voice mixing together,
and two more voices, Tim's and Jerry's, all four merging together, four
times the horniness, four times the urge to blow, four times the total
mind-blowing orgasm as his mouth went down on his baby bro's cock, the cum
exploding into his throat, his own cock exploding and erupting that hot cum
deep into that waiting mouth, the sexual tension and stimulation rubbing
their two cocks together, both of their skins squeezed tight together until
they were fused into one joint cock and first Tim's surprise orgasm gushing
against Jerry's super-stretched cock, pushing his orgasm out his cock next,
both of them unloading deep into the tight hot hole, feeling their cum
slamming against Mo's prostate, feeling his butt clenching again and again
as his orgasm exploded into his brother's mouth.



	It took the efforts of all three to lift Mo off his impalement.  Between
them they managed to get him onto one of the beds and roll him onto his
stomach.  Sam stood there with his cock still dripping, examining the damage
to his bro's ravaged hole.  He was very swollen but otherwise intact.  They
had a quick internal conference, this time including Mo as well, before they
concluded he was okay, nothing more serious than a bad case of walking funny
for several days.  Then they all saw tomorrow.  Had they not been together,
some of them, Mo and Tim especially, would have collapsed onto the floor.
But they had each other now.  The four of them could support each other now.
  And as quickly they realized they had the support of the whole extended
group, and they were supporting them as well.  For a long time they just
held onto each other, the physical contact of warm hard bodies enough until
the panic passed.

	"Fuck..." Jerry and Tim said out loud, speaking for all of them.

	"No kidding..." they answered each other.

	"What do we do?" Mo raised his head "I mean..."

	"We understand..." Jerry grabbed one of the dirty towels and tossed it at
Tim, his hand already out "you two need..."

	"If you need us..." we'll be here, Tim finished silently.  The two wrapped
their towels around their waists and headed out the door.  They had not
planned to swim in the lake but the idea of the cool water, the bright
night, their warm bodies pressed against each other so they would never let
go...

	"Y'understand now?" Sam lay down next to Mo.  Understand why you were
afraid of connecting with anybody?  He heard Mo in his head, heard his fear,
but also heard the effect the comfort of Sam's body next to his was giving
him.  After all he was still his big brother.  And big brothers held baby
brothers when everything seemed to be coming apart.



	Seeing that still-hard picture-perfect cock sticking straight out from that
picture-perfect crotch on Jeff was too much for Jack.  For a split second it
looked like he would have to play traffic cop, seeing both of those Iowa
boys, Jerry and his stocky fuck-bud Tim going for the same target, almost
shoving each other out of the way to get there first, and heaven help
anybody getting in their way.  But when they both bolted from the room like
their car was being towed any second, Jack and Ollie looked at each, then at
that perfect still-hard dick, a mental game of rock-paper-scissors somehow
winning the turn and while the room was still responding to that hasty exit,
Jack was already straddling Jeff's crotch, lowering his hairy butt down onto
that shiny, greasy cock, the last few globs of cum enough lube to ease the
penetration.  Jeff was going to protest the near-rape but then Ollie's cock
was in his mouth, keeping him quiet and enjoying the ride. Once his
softening cock was buried deep in Jack's muscular butt, all three slowed
their movements until they were little more than a frozen tableau of joined
bodies, barely breathing, softly glowing in the pale light filtering in
through the blinds.

	"Okay ladies" Bernan just staggered over to the lightswitch and suddenly
the room was dark "lights out.  Carl..." Bernan growled "here, now"
indicating their bed in the half-darkness, the lights coming in the window
and from the bed where the three were glued together enough for Carl to lift
himself from the floor where he had been kneeling, recovering from the
self-impalement, and make his way to the coach's bed.  He did not need to be
told what came next; he placed his collection of hard-earned muscles on
Coach Bernan's bed face down and butt elevated.  Even in the faint darkness
the guys could see Bernan pull down those shorts, could see what was heading
for Carl's ass.  Something like a shudder passed between Fred and Howie.
Mack sensed it, read it and gave each of them a hard hug and kiss,

	"Be right back."

	"Not you too!"

	"Don't start without me" too late for that.  They shared their silent
chuckle, then Mack's unspoken joy tempered with his concern as he slid from
their bed, to the bathroom.  When he read the room was too busy to notice he
slip back into the room, and then out the door, the light from the hallway
catching a few naked bodies in high relief, not slowing the action, not
distracting their sweaty intense games.

	Had he been carrying a wire he could not have been in clearer communication
with Howie and Fred back in their room, enjoying their leisurely
sixty-nining, slowing now and again to take in the glowing energy from the
other two beds, as involved in the activities as if they were in the huddle
and not hunched over on the sidelines.  But their main concern was Mack,
wandering the halls like a moth seaching for the scent trail.  He decided he
was approaching the problem too theoretically, he was over-thinking this one
in typical Mack-fashion.  So he let his dick do the work.

	When he got to the stairs, his bent uncut cock started responding, but it
could have been watching his two roommates, Tim and Jerry, having a quiet
moment between them.  When a dark presence materialized next to them, yeah
he recognized Coach Morrison, Mack was about to intervene when he heard the
voices from Fred and Howie tell him to let it unfold, no matter how ugly it
looked at that moment.  When Mack saw the big coach grab them both and march
them back up the stairs looking like he was going to rip them to pieces
there was a brief internal argument before he heard them tell him to find
Morrison's brother Sam.  That would be the missing piece to rectify this
potentially dangerous development.  So off Mack skulked, first down the
stairs and towards another wing, his dick shrinking in response, then an
about-face towards the third wing.  By the time he found the right floor and
the right room, Mack was almost tripping over the piece of wood sticking out
in front of him, a warm red dowsing rod pointing the way.  He did not know
to knock or not, but when he heard voices inside he slipped back into a dark
recess, seeing a fully-clothed Sam Morrison emerge, looking more perplexed
than angry.  Mack had done his duty and was going to return to that warm
bed, and those two warm sexy bodies when he felt his wood turn to mush.
What's up - or not! - with this now?

	He thought to follow Sam back towards the stairs at a safe, hidden distance
but his dick convinced him he was tiptoeing in the wrong direction.  He did
a one-eighty and went back down the hall, feeling a surge of blood heading
south, red light turning to green.  He suspected something was getting odd,
creepy odd! when he sensed a confused shrug from both Howie and Fred, their
mutual sucking interrupted by Mack's suspicion.  They resumed their slow
steady licking and sucking, sending Mack down the hall with the mental
equivalent of a "call us if ya need us" and the connection was put on hold.

	Mack continued until he reached the end of the hall, not sure where to go
or what to do next.  He "tried" both of the last doors, but did not get the
right response.  As soon as his hand was on the handle of the back
stairwell, that familiar warm glow returned to his crotch.  Okay, this is
getting weird even for me, he thought, but went through the door, the sharp
smell of fresh-cut timber hitting him with a chemical wallop.  Fuck what
next?  Here I am wandering around butt naked, with a dick that seems to
think it's some kind of homing device and now I gotta worry about splinters?
  Everyone else is tucked into nice warm beds, buried beneath warm naked
bodies, and I'm wandering around by myself - bang! It hit him like a
surprise knee to his balls!

	He almost doubled over with the shock.  He was NOT the only one wandering
the halls at that moment.  There were two, no three, no five? other dudes,
okay at least they were dressed fer crissakes! but still, why were they
aimlessly wandering around... fuck!

	Mack sat down on the rough wood step, splinters be damned! and held
himself.  He had hunches, a few hunches, and when he was able to join forces
as it were with the other guys, the images grew clearer.  But this?  This
was too much!

	He did not know whether to laugh or cry, so did a little of both, a part of
him glad no one could see him.  Then he felt Fred's and Howie's arms around
his shoulders, reminding him he was not as alone as as hoped.  Or feared.
He wiped his face, swearing those two were not present so he could slug them
a few times to thank them.  He found his feet and finished going down the
flight, rubbing his bare butt as he did, hearing some chuckles.  Whether
they were real or some internal remnant from those two, Mack did not care.
By the time he left the stairwell and was outside, his dick was firming up
nicely in spite of the cool early morning air.  But no matter where he
headed, no matter what direction he tried, his dick was just as happy.

	"Okay this is NUTS!" Mack burst out loud, expecting the trees to respond
somehow.  Just my luck, I ended getting my butt lost in the woods.  At least
these Northern Lights, and those not-so-northern lights were keeping him
from tripping over ever branch and rock "okay now what?" he asked entering
the clearing.  Then he heard it respond,

	"Shit!  It's a Martian!"

	Mack spun around not sure where the sound came from.  He ducked down, his
gut response that the Martian might see him and zap him into oblivion.  It
took him a few minutes to kick himself; there were no Martians you big
idiot!

	He stood up again, feeling like the biggest baby.  Yeah, a big baby with a
big hardon!

	"There he is again!" Mack heard whispering somewhere to his right just
beyond the edge of the clearing.

	"Martian's got a fuckin hardon!" and then Mack realized HE was the Martian!
  He wanted to laugh but was too exasperated to do that.  Exasperated and
what? he was glowing again?  The thought hit him between the eyes fast.  If
there were dudes running around in the woods in the middle of the night
thinking he was some kind of alien, and with his luck they would shoot first
and ask questions later, he had to do something fast to show them he was not
some horrible monster from the stars.  So Mack did the most human thing he
could think of: he started jacking off.

	"Fuck..." Mack heard from somewhere on his left now, the brush rustling
with someone trying to edge closer.

	"Don't go closer" he heard a second voice "he could have a gun."

	"I ain't got no gun!" Mack threw his hands in the air "unless y'call this a
gun" and gave his dick a tug.  When he heard something like a chuckle and
then a loud slap he turned in their direction.

	"Fuck, Martians?  I told ya there weren't Martians!" came a disgusted voice
from the direction of the rustling bushes.

	"But I thought - "

	"You and your fuckin Martians!" again that whack.  Somebody's head was
getting a workout.

	"Grunt is that you?" Mack yelled out "y'can come out now, all the real
Martians are long scared away by you!"

	"Grunt?" a head popped out from his blind "you - "

	"Shit if he knows Grunt we're dead" came the second voice.

	"I ain't Jackson" Mack took a step closer "shit, do I the fuck look like
Grunt?" stepping into a brighter part of the clearing, showing off his white
hairy skin, the bluish glow making the difference even more obvious.

	Then there were two heads sticking up, two startled embarrassed faces,
looking at Mack with a wide variety of expressions, then at each other with
something like ridiculous anger.  When the two started trading whacks Mack
yelled at them,

	"Okay you two!  What the fuck?" trying to look pissed and disgusted as best
he could, standing there naked and hard.  And glowing slightly.

	"Told ya he ain't no Martian" the bald black guy raised himself up over the
foliage, getting a better angle to slap the back of his blond friend's head.

	"You the one dragged ME out here" his friend blocked the blow and slapped
him back "seein things in the woods huh?"

	"Well I was..." Baldy was keeping one eye on his friend and one on the
naked dude standing in the clearing waiting for them to finish their battle
royale "so if y'ain't no Martian what's up with runnin around the woods
naked?"

	"And showin wood" the blond friend wanted to remind him of that "you find -
"

	"Yeah Martian chicks" Mack folded him arms and cocked his head in their
direction "all green and they got two pussies!"

	"Fuck you!"

	"So two guys can fuck'm at once" almost expecting them to believe it "but
you two makin so much noise y'scared'm off."

	"That why..." the blond one doing everything not to act nervous "y'know..."

	"The glowing thing... or this?" shaking his cock at them.  Standing in the
middle of a forest butt naked shaking his hardon at two guys he didn't know?
  Mack had to laugh at how he insane that must look.

	"You baseball?" Baldy asked.

	"Y'ain't football players, so that leave wrestlers right?" Mack figure it
out fast.

	"Y'got a problem with that?" the blond kid raised up as high from the
bushes as his friend, almost flexing his shoulders for effect.

	"Y'ain't football players or I woulda recognized you two from practice, and
if you don't know baseball players... and unless you're one of the rare
hockey or track team guys, that only leaves wrestling, right?"

	"Maybe."

	"And you're both kinda big for baseball, both of you built more like
football dudes" Mack started walking towards them "so you two sneak away
from your crowded rooms to get some fresh air and..." Mack could see their
thoughts no matter how hard they tried to camoflage them "maybe a little
one-on-one?"

	"HEY!" Baldy reared up, his large bare chest flexing and bulging with
tensed muscles "you implyin somethin some kinda crack - "

	"Don't blame ya" Mack continued to move his hand around his crotch area,
keeping it warm, keeping himself hard "those rooms get kinda... distracting,
right?"

	What the fuck y'gettin at?" Baldy was giving off waves of anger alternating
with deep sexual frustration, his hormones all over the dial.

	"When you saw your buddy here" trying to see the blond guy's face as best
he could in the gloom "Jack? Jake?"

	"Juke" he glared at Mack "a family nickname - wait! How you know - "

	"Seein Juke" Mack smiled "do his posing routine in just his underwear
before" turning to Baldy "gave ya all those freaky odd feelings like ya
wanted to see the rest, didn't it?"

	"Y'fulla shit!" Baldy would have lunged at Mack but the bush between them
keeping a safe distance.

	"Y'can't keep your eyes off this" Mack made a point of skinning back his
cock, showing the bent head "never saw an uncut dick before then, hoping
your friend Juke here was also intact."

	"What kinda freak ARE YOU?!"

	"Well if ya had been spending more time watching your friend before and not
so much sneaking up on the Martian, you would seen what you came out here to
see."

	"You are FUCKIN NUTS!" from blond Juke at well.

	"Both of you two pulling on your cocks hoping the other guy wouldn't
notice... maaaan..." Mack felt sorry for them in a way "Juke even your fly's
still open" nodding down at the evidence "busted."

	"Fuck..." Juke took a moment to slow his barrelling around the bush to zip
up his jeans before he slammed into Mack, toppling him back over some fallen
logs.  If Mack had not known it was coming, he would not have braced himself
to roll into the fall.  He landed on his side, avoiding some jagged limbs by
a safe margin.  Knowing which Juke's moves were coming would have made it
easy to drop Juke into a bloody pile if that was his intention.  But when
Baldy found his way around that bush and joined the struggle, Mack knew why
his dick led him here.  Feeling first one and then the second warm body
pressed against him only added to the mental signals he was receiving from
those two.

	"Not so cocky now huh Dickboy?" Juke tipped his hand "hey Bobbie, use your
belt!"

	"My what?"

	"Use your belt, hurry!"

	"Y'want me to whip his ass?"

	"No!  Tie him!  Tie his hands together, so he don't get loose."

	"Y'want me to tie him up?" bald Bobbie's voice cracked.  Yeah, Mack got the
vision clear as day.  Talk about major cases of pent-up sexual frustration!

	"Yeah!  Hurry before he gets away" Juke was too wound up to notice Mack was
doing more twisting than struggling, his bare hip rubbing again and again
against Juke's crotch.  So when Bobbie managed to unloop his belt from his
pants, almost losing them in the process, and get Mack's hands tied together
and then secured to the base of the bush behind them, he was as wound up as
his blond buddy Juke.

	"Not so smart are ya?" Bobbie was enjoying the sight of this naked guy at
their mercy now "what'm I thinkin now?"

	"Y'don't want me sayin" Mack twisted onto his back, the log he was bent
over not as painful as he led them to believe.  The way his back was arched
only made his crotch and especially his hard dick a real attention grabber.

	"And what's with this?" if Bobbie didn't reach out and grab Mack right on
his dick "like wanderin the woods all.."

	"Fuck, talk about wood!" Juke was ignoring his heart thumping in his chest,
telling himself the struggle to get this naked dude subdued and tied was the
reason for his wound-up state.  But seeing that black hand on that white
uncut cock, and damn if wasn't tugging the skin back and forth a few times,
man talk about something he never thought he would see!  He almost wished it
were brighter in the clearing so he could see Bobbie's expression better.
After all he only got to know this big guy in the last few days, still
trying to figure out his scene.  When Juke got up on that stage before in
just his underwear, he waited to see whose eyes were on the other guys on
whose where on him.  Or rather on which parts of him.  Hell, he didn't
almost kill himself the past few years to get into his bulked hard muscular
shape for nothing.  One ninety and packed, and it wasn't all for the babes.
Not like he would ignore the ones who threw themselves at him, fuck no.  But
when he started catching a few dudes' eyes lingering on his bod as well...
man, talk about bonus points!  So when he got up on stage he was watching
everyone in the audience like a hawk, and when that black stud a few weight
classes below him got up on stage as well, Juke did not know if it was to
goad him into some weird game of chicken or what?  All through the other
events, the two kept stealing glances at each other, trying to gauge the
other's reactions to the events as they became more and more blatant, and
then outright sexual.  Once or twice they caught some glance of recognition
between them but not until afterwards when they were filing back to their
rooms did they exchange a few careful grunts.  And Juke was very curious
when Bobbie conned him into meeting him at the bottom of the backstairs
later that night "cause I want ya t'see somethin gonna make ya cream yer
jeans!"

	Juke had no clue how to interpret that semi-suggestive comment.  Was Bobbie
making a pass?  Was he just being lame?  Once they were outside and Bobbie
pointed at the lights, Juke realized he was an idiot to take Bobbie's
comment literally.  But after everthing that had been happening all around
him, most of which he managed to avoid involving himself in, he did not feel
too stupid to assume Bobbie was angling for something sexual.  After all the
dude did follow HIM up on stage right?

	"So freak what'm I thinkin now?" Bobbie's hand left Mack's dick and started
yanking at his hairy balls.  Mack hissed with the pain, hoping it was
convincing enough.

	"Hey don't hurt the fucker" Juke kept trying to look at Bobbie without
looking at him.  Then the clearing grew brighter as the Northern Lights
shifted above them, their eerie display billowing and intensifying overhead.
  Man, talk about granting his wish.  He had enough light to see all of
Bobbie's front, all the way down to his sagging cut-offs showing crack.  All
the way down to what was pulling up one of the leg openings.

	"Y'gonna answer or do we gotta get physical here?" Bobbie wanted to do
everything to this immobilized body he couldn't to the blond dude next to
him.  If this Juke guy knew his story, he would either run from this
clearing or come at him both fists swinging.  Yeah, the dude seemed to be
cool with all the sexual shit going down during their night's activities.
And a few times he almost jumped up on stage to do the really "nasty shit"
seeing Juke hesitating and almost get out of his chair.  But each time
Bobbie thought he could race up there right behind this blond dude, he
pimped him out and sat back down, like he was just trying to make Boobie
look the fool.  So when this dude, Juke his name? agreed to join him outside
to "check out some weird shit t'make ya like almost cream y'jeans" ambiguous
enough to save Bobbie's butt if this guy proved to be not on the same page,
well seeing the blond musclehead take him up on his offer Bobbie did almost
mess his jeans.  Something about the way the dude just radiated sex was
keeping Bobbie from bringing all he best moves to the current game.  Talk
about total psyched.  When they went deeper into the woods, and sure enough
there were those freak-ass lights! man Bobbie made sure to keep one eye on
Juke's reaction.  He was more impressed than scared, or else he was hiding
it better.  But when Bobbie's shirt came off - again - then Juke started
acting all first-date nervous.  Things got real serious when they both
spotted another guy in the woods.  Bobbie did not remember whose idea it was
to follow him.  But after the second time they both crouched down to spy on
him, close enough to get a real good look, good enough to see he was fucking
naked, and then close enough to see he was showing total hardon! man, they
both just about stopped breathing then.  And when Bobbie stole a look at
Juke's profile in the dark underbrush, it fucking looked like the dude was
getting turned on by this!  A few times Bobbie "accidentally" let Juke catch
him tugging at himself, just to catch the reaction.  When it looked like
Juke's glances at him were increasing, Bobbie's motions became more obvious.
  A silent game of brinksmanship started in the semi-darkness until that
weird dude started glowing!  Bobbie's bullshit about Martians before was
coming back to bite him in the butt!  The dude WAS a Martian!

	Seeing one of Bobbie's leg openings lifting out like that told Juke it was
time to see how far this dude would go.  He was keeping his eyes on Bobbie's
when he pulled his own t-shirt over his head.  And damn if Bobbie's eyes
didn't bulge right out of their sockets! And damn if that tube in his
cut-offs didn't give a big thump every time Juke flexed his baseball biceps
for him.  The big black guy was too freaked to breathe; Mack had to do it
for both of them.  His naked torso was rising and falling as he took in huge
gulps of air, knowing exactly how it looked.

	"Okay guys fun's fun, now untie me" Mack grunted, flexing his dick for
them.

	"Fuck..." Bobbie remembered his diaphragm "fuck..."

	"Fuck no.." Juke edged closer, until the front of his jeans was pressing
against Bobbie's hip.  With the better angle he could see the front of those
cut-offs sagging so bad they were down to Bobbie's pubes.  Or at least where
they should have been.  His smooth belly just kept going all the way to the
base of that tube holding up the front.  He had to see the rest if it killed
him "fun's just startin right Bobbie?" but Bobbie could only gulp "we got a
punk tied up, stripped down and horny enough to do anything we tell him.
C'mon dude, we've seen dudes do all SORTS of nasty sex shit tonight, dudes
sucking dick, dudes even taking it up the ass!  You go first!  What y'want
this punk to do?"

	"Daaaaaaaamn" Bobbie did not know where to put his hands now.  So they
found their way to that hairy chest on this Mack dude, knowing if he didn't
do something soon his pants were going to fall right off him.

	"He'll suck ya off" Juke heard the voice in his head telling him to say it,
knowing he didn't have the nads to suggest it.  But once the words were out
of his mouth he knew he said the right thing.  Cause if there was something
he wanted to see more than anything it was those cut-offs OFF!

	"What?  I can't have this punk suck me off if..."

	"Do it Bobbie!" Juke unzipped his fly to break the deadlock "big-dicked
stud like you making this tied-up punk go down on your black meat!  Fuckin
nothin's hotter!"

	"Then you do it!" Bobbie wanted to see Juke's cock so bad he could taste
it.

	"You first stud" and Juke's jeans came undone falling around his knees.
The front of his white briefs had something like a banana pushing out the
front.  But Bobbie stood there frozen and even shaking a bit "y'know that
dick of yours wants nothin more'n some white lips wrapped around it right
now.  That club of yours is as hard as this" Juke's hand grabbing Mack's
cock, working the foreskin back and forth showing years of practice "hard
and needing to blow right?  This dude ain't goin no where soon.  Nothin I'd-
I mean he'd want more'n you forcefeedin him your meat, right Mack?"

	"C'mon guys untie me!" Mack turned his head to the side, opening wide.  But
he heard Juke use his name, knowing the guy was on the same wavelength now
"don't force me to suck cock!  I'm a fuckin football player damnit!  Us dogs
don't suck each other off!" turning towards Bobbie's crotch again, almost
breathing on what was inches from his mouth.

	"Hurry up!" Juke was openly grabbing himself through the stained white
material "then my turn in his mouth!"

	Bobbie would get his wish!  He would get to see Juke's cock after all the
bullshit games they had been playing all night.  And seeing that hard tube
almost ripping through those white briefs of his, watching the way Juke was
tugging at himself with one hand, and jacking off their naked victim with
the other, damn!  Bobbie popped open the top of his cut-offs and yanked them
down, his dick so hard it flipped up and bounced off his shaved belly.

	"Fuckin STUD!" he heard as he leaned forward and the hottest mouth engulfed
his cut head, the tongue working around it, getting it covered with spit as
Bobbie's hips went into auto-pilot.  He was so distracted by something like
his first full-speed blowjob he almost didn't see Juke pull down the front
of his shorts, his hard uncut tube right there plain as day.  Bobbie's hand
was on it before he could take a breath "fuckin YEAH!" and then Juke's hands
were all over those polished plates of black muscle, rubbing his pecs, then
down his front to where that tube was sliding in and out of that stretched
mouth, then beneath to those smooth shaved balls, all of it!  Juke did not
know where to fondle next.

	"Fuck!" Bobbie pulled his cock free, hard and shiny with Mack's spit two
breaths short of unloading too soon "now YOU!" almost pushing Juke's front
into Mack's mouth, but not before his hand zeroed in on that amazing uncut
cock just like he imagined it.  It looked like even Juke's cock was
muscle-bound, like Juke exercised it the same time he worked the rest of his
body.  The way the veins popped, the head bulged through the loose skin on
the end, the thick bulge along the underside like a separate muscle, damn!
Bobbie even held it for him as it found that waiting mouth, only moving down
to those blond balls as Juke started shoving it in, slower and more careful
than Bobbie would have imagined.  And the way he could feel Juke's chest
pounding told him the dude was super charged up right now.  Just as charged
up as Bobbie was!

	Maybe that's why Bobbie's mouth found itself on Mack's cock, matching
stroke for stroke what Mack's mouth was doing to Juke's.  At first Juke was
too distracted by something like his first full-out blowjob to take in
something as impossible as his new friend going down on a dick!  And
something as overwhelming as a hot wet mouth bringing him towards the
fastest most intense orgasm of his life was not enough to prevent him from
pulling free and dropping down, rocks and twigs digging into his knees as
his mouth tried to engulf something too large and too hard to go down his
gagging throat the way he wanted.  Bobbie panicked.  Big time!

	"Dude no!  Stop!"

	"Fuck!  I just... I mean..." Juke was back on his feet, his knees covered
with enough material to start a small fire.  His mouth had been on Bobbie's
meat and now he was going to pay.

	"Fuuuuuck!  Ain't that, dog.  Fuck I thought y'were gonna choke t'death"
realizing Juke was freaked about what he did, expecting Bobbie to deck him
or something.  Bobbie had to do something fast.  So he dropped to his knees
and swallowed Juke's cock to calm him down.  Juke stood there, not believing
his buddy Bobbie was sucking his cock, like he wasn't close to exploding
already!  Juke grabbed onto Bobbie's thick shoulders, not sure if he wanted
to pass out or cum or push Bobbie away or some combination of all three!

	"Hey!" Mack yelled, knowing the two were about to bring each other off any
second "let me go!  Untie me!" trying to sound pissed and scared.  But the
way Mack turned over, somehow finding enough give in that belt to twist
himself onto his stomach, in part to hide his not-very-scared hardon, was
something he hoped would be distraction enough.  The way Mack flexed his
glutes was enough to freeze an entire marching band in mid-stride.

	Juke lost his balance, almost falling on his ass the way Bobbie was
attacking his cock.  But those big arms caught him just as Mack flipped
over, their heads turning at the same time.  When they saw that white ass
bent over the tree trunk, almost glowing in the dark, they gasped in unison,

	"Fuck..."

	"And I mean 'fuck'..." Bobbie struggled to his feet, more fuel for the fire
covering his bare legs "duuuuuuuude..." tearing his eyes off that ass, then
off Juke's shiny meat.  He caught the expression on Juke's face "y'ain't
thinkin - "

	"-what I'm thinkin?" Juke's hand dove to Bobbie's cock, almost as fast as
Bobbie's to his own dick "he ain't..."

	"Daaaaaaamn" Bobbie did not know how his cock got directed to that white
crack, if it was Juke's hand steering it there, or if it levitated there all
by itself.  The next thing he knew, that stud's hand was pulling his cock
down and forward, until the spit-lubed head made contact with something warm
and... greasy?  Bobbie's long proud history of fucking involved one or two
attempts to turn rubbing his exposed dick against Sherl's shaved crotch into
actual penetration, both times resulting in splattering her mound and
bedspreads with his pent-up frustration.  So Bobbie had zero experience with
finding a way to fit his thick weapon inside a dude's ass.  Had Mack not
already had the evening he had, had he not been stretched and lubed already,
had he not prepared himself for what he knew was coming, the first
inexperienced lunge into Mack's hole would have been a disaster.  But Mack
groaned and wimpered as he felt the head push past his relaxed ring, feeling
himself stretch and open yet again as Bobbie's very hard cock just rammed
and rammed again.  Mack started grunting and protesting louder and louder,
begging them to stop, knowing they couldn't.  It took longer than he wanted
but after his grunts grew quite loud, Bobbie's dick got Mack's message,

	"Dude shut him up before he brings the cops here!" Bobbie felt his cock
sliding deeper into Juke's - no Mack's! - hole "shove your - " and Juke got
the light bulb next, straddling Mack's tied outstretched arms, and then
crouched forward until his crotch was right in front of Mack's face, close
enough to Bobbie's torso as he bent over Mack's shoulders to feel the heat
coming off their joined bodies.

	"Y'gonna shut up or I haveta gag ya with this?" slapping his uncut meat
against Mack's face.  When Mack groaned all the louder, Juke did what he had
to do; he leaned into the pin, his cock opening that mouth and shoving
forward until Mack was gagging on it "fuck yeah!"

	"Fuck..." Bobbie almost forgot his cock was buried deep in Juke's - no
Mack's! - ass he was so hypnotized by the sight of that cock getting blown.
He wanted to fuck that ass and suck that cock and even... then it happened!
Somehow both Juke and Bobbie leaned closer until their faces smashed
together!  They had been kissing for maybe five minutes before they realized
what they had done.  But the time they pulled apart, both of their cocks
frozen in mid-stroke, all three were glowing in bright blues and greens,
enough to light up the entire clearing.

	"Fuck!" Juke said it first, expecting Bobbie's face to recoil with
something like disgust or fury at the realization.  But Bobbie's shocked
face just started smiling!

	"Martians!" grabbing Juke's shoulders, looking down at their bodies glued
together.

	"Martians" Juke answered, more relieved than he could say "right here!"

	Mack heard that magic word "here" again, knowing it had all be leading to
this.  His response was to bob forward on Juke's cock, his ass muscles
milking that log up his ass now that he could accomodate it without all the
pain.  Both guys felt their cocks being worked and their faces slammed
together again, their hips in total syncronized motion.  Another half-hour
went by before they came up for air, just beaming.

	"Fuckin Martians!"

	"You fuckin the Martian" Juke looked down at where that black dick was
slowly pumping his ass - no Mack's ass.  The sight was so hot it reminded
him his cock was stretching out Bobbie's - no Mack's! - mouth, and damn, he
was gonna cum!

	"Fuck... ing... Mar... shuns!" Bobbie could feel Juke's orgasm coming on
fast, slamming his cock into his ass, knowing he could not last much longer
either "Mar! Shuns! With! Two! Pussies!" he plunged hard into that hot white
ass, feeling his balls start to send his load home.  The floodlights on
their bodies didn't matter much as their faces came together again, Juke's
hot lips burning into his as they both felt their cocks swell with the final
approach, just seconds away from -

	"Oh FUCK!" Mack thought it was Juke's voice, Juke thought it was Bobbie's.
It was none of them!  Mack topped all three of them off his log, a pile of
bodies landing on the trampled ground in a loud hrrrrrmmMMPPPPPH!!!

	The light coming off them was enough so they could see every detail of the
face looming over them.  They had never seen anyone so hairy, or so naked,
or so aroused! in their combined experience!  Before they could disentangle
their chaotic pile of limbs and still-buried dicks, the huge bearded giant
spoke,

	"What are you three doing out here?" like it could not be more obvious.

	"Coach!" Mack's mouth was the first to work "wow!" taking in all that hairy
muscular nakedness for the first time.  He had seen the big coach only a few
times when he wandered over to have a few words with his regular football
coaches.  Most - but not all, curiously enough - of his fellow football
players ignored him, or stole secretive glances at him a few times.  Some of
the Wisconsin boys however noticed his comings and goings with an blatant
combination of shock and lust.  But Mack kept hearing the word "doc" echoing
in their heads during his rare appearances, not sure if he was
misinterpreting a different word.  And now seeing this big ape naked and
hard he was sure they were referring to what was sticking out of that one
area of his body not covering with hair.

	"You know you are all in a great deal of trouble" even naked and hard, the
guy was VERY intimidating.  Or perhaps because of that "in the middle of the
woods, after curfew."

	"It's my fault" Mack shook out of the loose belt like it was a stage prop
"I... I mean... I forced them..."

	"What?" Juke was able to think better with his cock free of that amazing
throat "you?  WE were - "

	"My fault okay?" Bobbie pulled his cock free of Mack's ass with a pop! loud
enough to scare the wildlife "don't believe their shit."

	"You gentlemen are not to be wandering around in the dark" his one eye
arching at their fading glows "in the middle of the night.  Do you have any
idea how dangerous what you were doing might have been?  And what the full
ramifications might have been had you - "

	"English, doc" Mack let it slip.  He meant to say, english coach! but
somehow the messages coming through now were beginning to overwhelm his
ability to process them.  He ignored Kroos' foolish attempt to look
surprised "and besides..." nodding at Kroos' nakedness, his obvious erection
"still don't explain this!" and just like that lifted himself onto his knees
and leaned forward, Kroos' cock disappearing into Mack's mouth.  Kroos knew
that one single gesture was enough to halt the fake interrogation, the
staged surprise interruption.  Mack knew what Kroos was doing in the woods,
and was letting him know Mack was getting his thoughts loud and clear.  As
soon as Kroos realized Mack was "in on it", Kroos leaned into the blowjob,
toppling them both backwards, Bobbie's tensed, surprised stomach cushioning
their landing.

	"Fuck... coach?" Juke was the most freaked of all of them.  He had seen
this mystery coach in the crowds as well, fearing those whispered
conversations between his wrestling coach and this giant gorilla.  Several
times Juke had to stop what he was doing and slip away, knowing there would
be one, possible two, sets of running feet after him, his unpaid dues the
least of his offenses.  And the tension only grew worse each time he ran
off, and they did not pursue him.  Juke's fears deepened with each passing
hour, and when this big pile of muscles named Bobbie befriended him, Juke
saw him as his defensive line as much as a possible jack-off fantasy, the
first more probable than the second.  Now seeing both of them naked, Juke
still reeling from being caught red-handed by the worst possible person
doing the worst possible activities... he wanted to crawl under a rock.
That was until he saw Mack just swallow the bogeyman's cock whole!  And when
the bogeyman toppled unto them and before Juke could crawl away from the
impossibility, he felt his cock being swallowed again.  By the bogeyman!

	Bobbie eased his body free of the pile-up.  He could see the total panic in
Juke's face and did the only thing that made sense; he leaned over and
grabbed him by the ears and slammed his face against Juke's, pure gut
instinct.  At first Juke tried to pull away, but he was no match for
Bobbie's strength and determination at that point.  They stayed together in
their awkward embrace until Juke's resistance began to fade, or his brain
began to register the mouth on his cock.  Bobbie was able to lessen the grip
as he felt Juke relax.  He was about to break the kiss and ask Juke if he
was okay when he felt that hot greasy hole pressing against his cock again.
Whatever softening might have happened during the last few minutes of chaos
was gone as a firm grip around the base forced his tightened cut head back
into that stretching hole.  Bobbie was half-way buried into that amazing
sensation before he realized it felt different somehow.  Tighter and...
fuck! hairier!  Only when his eyes flew open and he looked first at Juke
lying in front of him, his cock going into that bearded face, and then his
own cock pressing deeper into the hairy ass belonging to that same person.
They were not double-fucking Mack; they were double-fucking Kroos!

	Mack was staying outside the ring of their three bodies, doing his best to
press them into tighter, more comfortable connections.  All three was on
their sides forming a lopsided ring, only Kroos facing outwards as his ass
was getting pounded by Bobbie's desperate thrusts.  Mack helped to bend
Kroos' head backwards so he could keep his mouth on Juke's cock while Mack
shifted Juke's hips a bit, so he could keep his crotch against Kroos' face
while his own was arching over to Bobbie's at the same time.  It was an
awkward triangle, with Kroos' neck and back muscles taking the brunt of it.
But the sight of those massive furred muscles twisting and bulging,
especially once the bluish glow returned, the muscles on all three bodies
glowing and gleaming with their sweat, their sometimes hard, usually careful
thrusts into each other, was enough to compensate Mack for not being in the
thick of it again.  When the glowing grew brighter and brighter again, Mack
brushed the scattered leaves and debris from various arms or thighs or
stomachs forming an uninterrupted surface of light.  When the blue glowing
circle of their joined bodies turned almost white, feeling their approaching
orgasms,  Mack stepped into the tiny middle, grazing the small of Kroos'
back, his ankles brushing against both Juke's and Bobbie's fronts, their
arms making room for him and then going back to rubbing and fondling every
square inch of flesh they could find, oblivious to whom it might belong.
Mack looked down at the ring of light beneath him and then up to the sky,
feeling the tickling, crackling energy travelling up his calves and then his
thighs.  When it reached his crotch and hips he took a deep breath, the
bodies below him thrusting harder and faster, feeling Kroos' hand on his
cock like it was his own, feeling the foreskin flying back and forth over
his swollen head, feeling his balls churning out his load as his cock was
spasming and his hot cum shooting out, his ass muscles spasming as Bobbie's
cock slammed deep into him, trying to hold himself but too late, all his
pent-up frustration erupting out of him deep into Juke's ass, feeling Juke's
cock just lose it! his gut-wrenching explosion down the throat of his black
lover, their mouths slammed together not breathing, feeling their mutual
orgasms overwhelm them, Mack feeling his knees buckling as Kroos' hand
speads up and down his cum-slicked bent cock, Mack's head bent back looking
up to the sky, seeing their blinding beam of light pulsing upwards again and
again, hearing the growing whirring of the roter blades, the sputtering
engines of the approaching choppers and then black nothingness.