Date: Sat, 20 Jun 2009 03:51:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 73 - Revised

We finished breakfast and I got busy on my projects and Hank on his.  We
worked away, grabbed a quick bite for lunch and went back at it.  There was
some rumbling up and down the hall from Frank about the punishment he was
going to dole out when he found out who had done that to his room.  I began
to wonder if he would check fingerprints on the cups in the trash can, or
if they had been removed.  I was what-ifing again!  Damn it!

Next thing I knew Hank was telling me that it was time for the Ultimate Man
competition.  I wondered what the fuck Frank had planned for this one.

Then I looked at my schedule on my phone and saw that Mark was due over
around 7 pm.  I hastily scribbled a note to Mark to stick on the board
outside our room.  I pulled on a pair of the white briefs that Hank had
gotten for me and said, "Ready?"

Hank laughed as he pulled on his briefs and said, "The question is, are you
ready?"  He had his wonderful smile on his face.  I loved the way he looked
in his tightie whities.  He really filled in the front and had a nice
pouch.

He kept telling me how hot I was.  But looking at him, it was still
difficult to think I could be considered hot.  We walked down the hall.
There were quite a few guys coming out of their rooms and heading down to
the hall to the common room.  We got there and saw that the place was
packed with people.

One end of the room had been all cleared of furniture.  There were four
guys standing there in their briefs and I figured they were fellow
contestants.  There was Billy, Todd, and two guys I knew were from our
floor, but couldn't remember their names.  Hank kept giving me a bad time
about remembering people's names.  It was always a difficult thing for me.

The four guys were standing around nervously laughing at each other, trying
to figuring out what to do with their hands.  They would clasp them in
front of their crotches, then get self-conscious and then move them
someplace else.

Hank and I moved over with the other four.  Billy and Todd waived waved and
said "Hi," nervously.  The other two reached out their hands and introduced
themselves as Evan and Brian.  The other end of the end of the room was
laughing, joking and pointing at us.  Mostly guys, but there were a couple
of girls there as well.

I felt fine with this.  I was getting used to this from my modeling stuff
for photography.  I looked at the other guys.  Todd's briefs weren't quite
as white as the rest.  Not that they were stained or anything they were
just dingier than the rest.  I wondered if that reflected his financial
status.  I would probably have had to borrow briefs if I didn't know Hank.
I would not have had enough money to buy any.

That made me think of the horny sales clerk that we had first purchased
underwear from.  I mentally shook my head.  So much had changed since then.

I was brought out of my reverie as Frank entered the room.  There were cat
calls, clapping and a couple of boos.  He held up his hands like an
announcer at a fight or something.

Finally everyone quieted down and Frank spoke.  "We are here for the
Ultimate Man Contest." A roar of approval greeted that statement.

"Throughout history, men have competed to see who was the strongest, the
fastest, the most athletic.  The Olympics are but the most famous of these
competitions.  Here tonight we have our own version, to determine which of
our contestants deserves the title of 'Ultimate Man.'"  By now the
contestants and the audience were rolling their eyes as Frank laid it on
thick.

"These six men have come forward and earned the right to participate in
this event." I wondered what the others had done to "earn" the right to be
here.  "There are five feats of strength and endurance."  Loud shouting
again, like some kind of medieval tournament or something.  I was surprised
I didn't hear a "hazaaa Huzzah!" in there.

"Each round will be scored with five points going to the winner, four for
the second and so forth until the loser gets zero points."  He looked
around the room.

"The first competition is a feat of speed and strength."  He paused
dramatically.  "I should tell you, men, that there are additional feats of
strength coming, so you may want to pace yourself through this first one."
He smiled at everyone in the room, as if he was somehow being clever.  "On
my mark, you will drop to the ground and give me 50 pushups.  The person
who completes the 50 in the shortest amount of time is the winner, then the
next and so forth.  If someone drops out, they are considered in last
place.  If someone else drops out, it will be dependent on their time and
then number they have completed to determine their position in the
standings."

He looked at all of us, "Everyone understand the goal?" The six of us
nodded our heads or said yes.

"Okay, I need six counters."  Hands went up and he counted off six people,
five guys and a gal.  He positioned them in front of each of us.  He held
the stop watch and a clip board, ready to record the information.

"On you mark," pause, "get set," longer pause, "Go!"

We dropped to the ground and I began pumping them out.  This was something
Hank and I had to do so often that 50 would seem like nothing.  I heard the
guy in front of me counting out my numbers nice and loud.  The audience was
calling out encouragement to the various challengers.  I heard my name
amongst the names yelled and appreciated it.

I heard my guy chanting, "45, 46, 47, 48, 49, and 50!" with a crescendo of
a yell.  I stopped and hopped up.  I saw that Hank had beaten me and was
beaming at me.  I looked at Frank, he was busy writing down times.  I
looked at the others.

Evan was at 30, Brian, at 35, Todd was at 25 and Billy was struggling at
15.  All of them were slowing down but Brian was pushing on.  I knew he was
going to make it and possibly Evan, but I didn't know about Billy and Todd.
It was pretty obvious from my first poker game with them at the beginning
of the semester that they worked harder on partying than fitness.

Billy caved in at 21.  Todd somehow made it to 45 and Evan and Brian both
made 50, although Brian got there first.

Frank announced the winner and raised Hank's hand high, like the boxing
champ.  He looked so good!  He was beaming at me.  I knew it was because of
how well I had done.  Frank thanked the counters and they moved back into
the crowd.

"Okay, let's give the arms a rest and work on the legs."  He moved out 6
cement blocks two at a time.  He stood them on end.

"This challenge is for strength, endurance and balance.  You will stand on
one foot on the brick.  Last one standing is the winner."  That seemed
awfully easy.  "Blindfolded."

Six more volunteers were brought forward to blindfold us.  Each was checked
by another to make sure that we could not see out at all.  Mine was tied
tightly and I could not see anything.  We were helped up onto the brick and
steadied by the volunteer.

Finally, Frank, came the countdown and nearly screamed, "Go!"

The volunteer backed away and I felt very wobbly.  I had my hands out to my
sides trying to balance, but it was not easy.  I heard someone fall and
then another.  Lots of laughter.  Frank was calling out the losers.  "Evan
and Todd are out."  Billy stepped down soon after, then Brian.  I went
almost immediately after that and then Hank jumped down of his own accord.

Points were added up and read out by Frank,
"Hank -- 10
Kyle -- 8
Evan - 2
Brian - 6
Billy - 2
Todd  - 1"

Great cheering for the scores.

"Okay, our next one is another feat of strength and endurance."  He looked
at all of us.  We had removed our blindfolds and we looked around smiling.

"You will each be given 2 buckets of sand.  The object, as is so often
depicted in military movies, is to hold them out at arm's length from your
body.  We are simply going for time again here."

"Do you understand, boys?" He seemed to emphasize the word "boys."

When we all agreed, he produced the buckets from the counter behind him.
They had been covered by a sheet until then.  They were simple gallon
buckets filled with sand.  Two buckets were placed in front of each of us.
We were lined up facing Frank.

He gave us the countdown and we picked up our buckets and began holding
them out.  This was much more difficult and I could feel the strain after
only a short time.  While we concentrated on holding out the buckets, Frank
was creating quite a scene.  He had stepped behind us and began talking
about our backsides.  "Look how Todd, there has his cheeks clinched
together.  I bet I could put a quarter in there and it would never slip
out."  There was much laughter and hooting from the gallery.

He proceeded to poke fun at each of us, commenting as we flexed and
clinched our butts.  He invited one of the girls up to give him an opinion
on who's was the tightest.  I felt her hands roaming over my ass, but it
had no affect on me as I concentrated on holding the pails.

I knew I was sweating.  Not surprisingly, Billy crapped out first, letting
out a big whoosh as he nearly dropped the pails.  Next was Todd.

Now Frank was moving down the line of the remaining four and pulling down
the backs of our briefs to show off our asses.  This brought on whistles
and cat calls from the audience and caused Brian to lower his arms.  He put
down the pails and pulled up his briefs, blushing as he did so.

He Frank started pointing out the sweat dripping down our sides from our
armpits.  "Bet it is going to get a bit rank in here," he commented.  He
asked for another volunteer to pull up our briefs.  I wondered by the
laughter who it was.  All I know is when they got to me, they pulled them
up so high as to give me a wedgie.

Evan grunted and lowered his arms.  Frank announced that it had been 20
minutes.  Hank dropped out moments later and I figured he had done that to
let me have the win.  I lowered my arms and began flopping them around the
get the circulation back.

The scores were now:

Hank -- 14
Kyle -- 13
Evan - 5
Brian - 8
Billy - 2
Todd  - 2

"Next we have a mixed feat of strength, endurance and natural ability." We
all looked at Frank.  He went to the wall opposite of us and folded out 5
panels from the wall.  They went from the floor to about waist high,
creating dividers about three feet apart like the ones between urinals in a
men's room.  He set 6 tall glasses on the floor, one in each space formed
by the panels.  He then moved to the opposite wall and uncovered a line of
cords and belts, gesturing for us to follow him over there.

"Each of you, strap yourselves into one of the belts."  We did so.  The
Each belt was attached by a bungee to the wall, spaced across just like the
glasses on the opposite wall.  "Now, this is very simple competition.  Walk
straight across from this wall to that wall."  He paused once again for
dramatic effect.  "And once there you will fill up your glass."  We all
looked at him wondering what the heck he meant.  "With urine."  The crowd
really started howling at this one.

"The guy who fills his to the line first is the winner and so on.  But this
one has a special penalty."  Again a dramatic pause.

"The loser will have to drink a shot from each of the other glasses!"  He
beamed and the crowd roared.  Several people had joined and there was now
standing room only on the other side of the room.

Frank called for six volunteers and selected six guys.  "Your job is to
tell when the guy has reached the line on the glass.  So you are
observers."  There were groans from the volunteers and more laughter from
the gallery.

The volunteers took up their positions, kneeling beside the panels.  I felt
remarkably calm about pissing in front of all these people, which surprised
me when I thought about how freaked out I was at the beginning of the
school year just pissing in front of Hank.  Now I actually felt a bit of
excitement about being watched.  I also started thinking about wanting to
get a look at Evan and Brian's dicks.  I shook my head mentally and decided
I really needed to focus on the task at hand!

It seemed rather straightforward.  Just a bit of Frank's twisted sense of
humor.  Frank counted us down again and gave us the go.

I moved out away from the wall and soon began to feel the tug of the bungee
cord.  Ah, I suddenly realized, that's the gimmick: These bungees are only
barely long enough to let us stretch across to the other side with
difficulty.  Frank must really be proud of this idea, I thought, which
seemed to be confirmed when I looked over and saw his malicious grin.  Yet
I was pretty sure that if I did everything possible, I could just make it
out far enough to get close enough to piss in the glass.

I fought my way up there and leaned out from the bungee.  The tension on
the cord caused me to wobble from side to side.  I fumbled with my dick
through the y-front.  Something I hadn't done for a while.  I managed to
get it out.  I pointed at the glass and fought to get the stream going.  It
was tough concentrating on that while maintaining the pressure against the
bungee.  I looked down and saw that my observer was definitely observing my
dick.  I smiled at him, he blushed and then I began to pee.  I let loose a
stream and fought to keep it pointed at the glass.  Some got on the floor,
but the majority went in the glass.  The observer watched the glass, but
occasionally stole glances at my dick.  I was used to that now and didn't
mind at all.  I would love to see what his looked like, too!

He raised his hand when I reached the line and I fumbled to get myself back
into my briefs as I let the cord pull me back.

I saw that Hank had just pulled down the front of his briefs and was just
finishing up.  He laughed as he flipped his dick to get the last drops off
and got some on the observer.  There were shouts of "Gross!" as he pulled
up the front of his briefs and moved backwards at a quick pace.

Todd was hilarious.  He could hardly make it up to the spot where he needed
to be and when he did, he could hardly get a stream going.  So this meant
that he was leaving a trail of piss along the floor and leaving his dick
out.  There was much laughter about this.

Evan had made it to the spot but was having difficulty getting a stream
going.  He was blushing and closing his eyes.  It didn't help that his
observer was razzing him about being piss shy.

Next to him, Brian was giving it a go and was nearly to the mark.
Suddenly, Evan strained forward, reached down and grabbed Brian's glass,
getting pissed on in the process.  He poured the piss into his own glass
and then set Brian's back down.  There was shouts and laughter.

Frank's voice came over the noise, "Good work!  I didn't say, whose urine
it had to be!"  More laughter but Evan still needed to finish filling the
glass.

Todd was only dribbling in his.  Suddenly, I saw his observer, reach down,
pull down the front of his own shorts and begin pissing in Billy's glass.
In no time it was filled.  He raised his hands in victory and bounced back
on the bungee, not realizing his dick was still hanging out of his fly
until he heard the uproar from the crowd.  He blushed, turned his back to
them and stuffed his dick back into place.  I noticed that not only did he
get a wet spot on the front of his briefs but they seemed to be more filled
out than before.

Evan had managed to get a stream going and just managed to get to the line.
Brian was working to fill his glass a second time.  When he realized he was
in last place, he pointed his dick up and painted the wall with the last
wash of piss.  There were hoots of laughter and Frank saying, "You will be
cleaning the walls in here tomorrow!"

The scores now stood at:

Hank -- 18
Kyle -- 18
Evan - 7
Brian - 8
Billy - 5
Todd  - 3

Frank passed out shot glasses to all the observers and had them fill them
from the glasses.  When they finished 6 shot glasses of various hues of
yellow lined the counter.  Brian moved over and stood there.

"Come on, don't Welch on your bet!" came the calls.  Then a chant of
"Brian, Brian, Brian," which switched to "Bottom's up," as he picked up the
first glass.

There was silence as he actually raised it to his lips.  He hesitated and
then gulped it down.  He made a gagging face, but kept it down and earned a
round of cat calls and applause.

I glanced at Todd and saw him watching with rapt attention.  I looked down
and could swear his dick had swelled a bit more.  Was he into this?  I
smiled to myself; it takes all kinds.

Brian took each shot and chugged each of them.  By the fifth one he
actually gagged and I thought he was going to lose it, but he pushed on,
the man that he was, and grabbed the last shot and drained it.  Although
quite a bit of that one flowed down his chin and onto his chest.  He raised
the shot glass high in the air and received a round of applause.  He gagged
again and someone handed his him a Coke.  He took two long swigs and handed
it back but that person said, "Keep it.  You know, back wash and all."

That brought even more laughter.  Then Brian let loose a huge belch and
earned another round of laughter.  He was definitely coming out as the
clown in this group.  Evan came up and whispered something in his ear.  I
figured it was some kind of apology because Evan probably would have been
up there instead if he hadn't stolen Brian's piss.  Brian shook his head,
patted Evan on the back and laughed.

I learned later that there had been a bit of drinking prior to the games
amongst some of the players, which explained some of their looseness and
carefree attitudes.

The glasses of piss were disposed of in the sink and the floor wiped down.

"Next to last challenge!"  Frank announced making a big production of this.

"This is a simple test of strength and endurance."  He lined the six of us
facing the wall.  "Simply stand on your head.  The last person standing
wins!"  Fuck, this was going to be easy.  Hank would be the hands down
winner on this.

Frank counted us down and we bent and swung up into position.  Well, almost
all of us did.  Billy struggled to get up and finally ended up on his head
with his body leaning against the wall.  Frank and I were fully extended on
our arms.

Brian and Evan seemed to be extended as well.  I couldn't see the others.
The audience was encouraging us on, rooting for one or another of us.  I
thought of the point total and realized that Hank and I were tied.  Frank
had never said what the winner received.

But I gathered his contest was more about control and humiliating some of
the guys.  To confirm that, he now started down the row of us commenting on
how full our briefs were, noting that Todd's seemed to be getting more full
the time.  Which brought a round of laughter and caused Todd to collapse.

Frank got to Billy, made a comment about him getting a headache because of
his position.  Then he popped Billy's pouch and said, "No, I mean this one.
I hear you haven't been getting any lately!"

With that Billy collapsed.  I could see that he was beet red and when he
stood, he kept his back to the audience.

Frank next moved to Evan.  "Hmmm, seems he might be padding his briefs,"
Frank said.  I learned later than he pulled the waist band away from Evan's
stomach and looked up into his underwear.  "Nope, that's all of him!"  He
laughed which brought more laughter.  He then patted Evan's pouch and said,
"You best keep watering that and see if it doesn't get bigger!"

Evan lasted another minute and then collapsed.

Frank was now on Brian.  "Let's see if he has any padding."  He performed
the same routine there.  But this time he said, "I am not sure.  I need a
volunteer to tell me if that is all Brian or not?"  He pulled a guy from
the audience to verify.

"Are you sure?" Frank asked the volunteer.  The guy nodded.

"You better reach in there and make sure."  The crowd went wild as the
volunteer stuck his hand into Brian's underwear.

"Yep, it's all him!"  the guy said and Brian collapsed in a heap on the
floor.

That left only Hank and I.  Hank whispered to me, "Follow me."  He walked
away from the wall and I did as well, standing on my hands next to him.  We
could see the audience and they were applauding us.  Frank didn't like to
lose control of his game, so he came over and checked us out.  He looked
into my briefs and looked at me and smiled.

"Yes, it looks like this is all Kyle.  What do you think?"  He then
proceeded to pull the front of my briefs up exposing my crotch.  That
brought huge catcalls and laughter.  He left the waistband under my balls.

Then Hank did the amazing thing.  He moved to standing on one arm, reached
up and pulled his own briefs up exposing himself.  He lowered his arms back
down and said, "And it's all me, too!"

Great laughter and applause then.  And before Frank could say anything
else, Hank whispered, "one, two, three," and we both came down almost
effortlessly.  We pulled up our briefs, turned and faced the crowd.  There
was huge applause and laughter.  Frank didn't look pleased.

"So we have a tie." He said without humor.  "Each of you will receive the
five points."

That made the scores:

Hank -- 23
Kyle -- 23
Evan - 9
Brian - 8
Billy - 6
Todd  - 3

"Now for our final test."  He had us line up facing the audience.  "We have
seen many feats of strength and endurance and wore these men nearly out,"
Frank said to the group.  "It appears some of them have the strength of
bulls.

"So our last feat is fitting.  And it is worth 21 points to the winner.
This means that any of you could still win this contest."  He looked
pointedly at Todd.

"Earlier, we saw our contestants hold up pails of sand until they no longer
could.  This time it is simply holding two glasses of water without
spilling a single drop out of them."  Everyone laughed and we looked at
each other wondering what was going on.  Tall plastic glasses full of water
to the very brim were passed out to us, and we were instructed to hold them
from the bottom, on our upturned palms.  This already proved to be somewhat
tricky.

Frank then called for six volunteers.  "And to provide them with the
strength of bulls, these volunteers are going to apply a large portion of
bull semen to each contestant's testicles.  This should aid in increasing
their stamina.  We should be in for a long session with this one.  Again,
this contest will decide the winner."

Frank walked along and put a large creamy mound of white bull semen on one
hand of each volunteer.  "Please pull the waist band of your contestant's
briefs out and away from their body.  I want you to have plenty of room to
reach in."

More raucous lines and laughter to that remark.  "Now on three, you will
reach in and spread the bull semen generously over the contestant's ba ...,
I mean, testicles."  More obscene remarks.  This was so Frank.  He was
piling on the humiliation.

He counted out down to three and my volunteer reached in and massaged the
semen into my balls.  I wondered if he took more time fondling my balls
than necessary.

This seemed like an inane contest. I could stand here for hours holding
these two glasses.  I wondered what the point of the bull semen was.  Then
I felt a tingling on my balls and wondered if the semen was giving me
strength after all.

Then the heat began and built up quickly!  Oh fuck!  My balls were on fire.
Billy yelled, "Fuck!" and dropped the glasses, then went running down the
hall to the showers.  Laughter followed his exit.

Todd yelled and dropped his glasses and began grabbing at his crotch.
"Make it stop!  Make it stop!  My balls are on fire!"  He was trying to use
his briefs to wipe it the stuff off of his balls. I think he managed to get
some on his dick because now he was shouting, "My dick!  My dick!"  He ran
to the counter, grabbed a towel and started rubbing his genitals.

Brian and Evan were equally affected, but fought to keep their glasses
steady.  Only Hank seemed to be unaffected by the painful blast of heat.  I
wondered if his dose had been different.

I was sweating and trying to hold out.  It felt like blisters the size of
silver dollars must be forming on my balls.  It was all I could do to stand
still and not splash water out of my two glasses -- I so wanted to reach
down and rub my balls for relief! It pissed me off that Hank was so
tranquil about it.  He even looked at me a gave a wink!  "Asshole!" I
yelled at him.

"Fuck face!" he yelled back with another wink.

Brian and Evan were both hopping from one foot to the other, struggling to
keep their glasses upright.  The crowd of people pressed in around us as a
mint-menthol smell more powerful than any toothpaste or mouthwash filled
the room.  Perspiration was pouring down from my raised armpits.

"Oh, my," said Frank, with mock horror, as he pulled a red cardboard box
with printing on it from his bag.  "Gentlemen, there seems to have been a
terrible mistake!"  He grinned maliciously as he held up the box for us to
see.  "Somehow we slipped up and instead of bull semen, your testicles have
been rubbed with Ultra Strength BenGay!"  He showed the box around to the
crowd of people, which hooted louder than ever.  "That stuff really burns.
I hear it takes at least 30 minutes to wear off!"  I could see several
wide-eyed guys in the audience unconsciously putting their hands over their
own crotches in a protective gesture.

Frank then walked up to each of us and rubbed our balls through our briefs.
This simply renewed the fiery burning sensation.  "Ooh, it feels hot in
there, boys.  I'm so-o-o sorry," he said with a smirk.

Billy came back into the common room.  His briefs were soaked and his dick
and balls perfectly outlined.  There were tears in his eyes.  "Water didn't
help!  Oh, fuck, my balls are going to fall off!"

Frank came over and felt around Billy's wet pouch, "Nope, they are still
there."  The crowd roared with laughter as Frank pulled up the briefs a bit
making the outline stand out even more.

Frank pulled the waist band out and made a big thing of looking into the
opening.  "Looks like things are really getting hot in there!" he said,
looking back over his shoulder at the gallery.

He looked over at one co-ed and said, "Don't you think so, miss?"  He
motioned for her to come over and take a look.

She peeked in and said, "I don't know."

"Well, stick your hand in and see if it is hot.  He says it is burning."
Much to the delight of the crowd, she did.  Billy blushed and tried to back
away from her.  That only made Frank stretch the waistband out even more.

"I don't feel anything especially hot.  But something IS getting bigger!
Ewwww!" She shrieked and giggled as she pulled out her hand.

Frank looked in and said, "Oh, yes, I see what you mean." He released the
waistband, which snapped back and the wet material clung to Billy's growing
shaft.

There was much laughter and remarks about the effect this was having on
Billy.

"That gives me a wonderful idea for the finale," he said, looking at each
of us.  I think we need to take these contestants into the showers and have
a bit of a wet briefs contest."

He reached back and cupped Brian's and Evan's pouches and gave them an
extra squeeze, "Don't you think, boys?"

Brian grimaced and spilt some water.  He was now out of the contest.

Evan was sweating as profusely as I was.  I was gritting my teeth so hard I
thought I would crack a molar.

Frank said, "I see we need to take this up a notch."  He called up three
volunteers and put a large gob of BenGay into their hands.  He whispered
into their ears.  They looked at him and then at us.  They shrugged and
nodded.

He counted to three and the guys pulled the waistband of our shorts out
again, reached inside and smeared more on our balls and then wiped the
stuff across our dicks on the way out.  "Fuck!" I cried out.

"Now, now, there is no need for profanity," Frank said to me.

When the renewed and extended heat hit me I thought I was going to pass
out.  Evan cried out and spilt his water.  Hank whispered to me, "Just hang
in there.  Ride it through.  Breathe through it. Go off to that place in
your mind. Don't let him get to you."

I took some breaths as Hank had said and found I could bear it a bit more.
But I sure had a new appreciation for the prank of putting BenGay in
someone's jock that I had heard about in high school.

So It was now down to Hank and me, and Frank was not pleased.  "Turn slowly
and remember do not spill a drop," he commanded.  When we had our backs to
the crowd, he told us to stop.  We did.

He went behind Hank and pulled down his briefs.  Next he did mine.  When
neither of us flinched, he pulled them the rest of the way down.

We now stood naked with our backs to the crowd.  Everyone was laughing, but
also applauding us for lasting so long.

"Okay, now boys, you can complete your turn, so the audience can see our
finalists for the Ultimate Man Contest."  I think he thought he was going
to embarrass us into dropping the glasses.

Hank and I turned without spilling a drop.  Catcalls, laughter and applause
greeted us.  I smiled and Hank radiated his charming smile.  I noticed that
his dick and balls were bright red, like they had been sunburned, and
assumed mine must be also.  Hank looked at me and I nodded.  We mouthed the
words, "One, Two, Three," and tipped a bit of water onto the floor.  We had
tied.

There was thunderous applause.  People came forward and clapped us on the
back.  I swear I felt more than one hand on my ass and dick as well.
Someone gave us our briefs and we managed to get them on.

"Okay, Okay, Okay!" Frank was yelling.  It was apparent from his tone that
he was not pleased with the outcome.  He didn't like it when he wasn't in
control.

"Seems we have a tie," he said trying to smile.  He stood between us and
raised our arms over his head.  "Your Ultimate Men!"  Again, great
applause.

"What did they win?" someone yelled.

Everyone went quiet waiting for Frank's answer.

"The winners will have a very nice dinner with me in the private dining
room."  There was booing.

'AND! And their names placed on a plaque to be displayed here in the common
room."

The crowd yelled, "AND?"

And then suggestions started firing from the crowd, "A personal massage by
Frank!"  "Frank as their servant for a week!" "A Month!"  "Frank does their
laundry for a week!"  And even a muffled, "Frank gives them a blow job,"
which brought gales of laughter.

"Their laundry done, their room cleaned, and their errands run for a
month," there was a big cheer and then Frank yelled, "By the losers!"
There were groans and laughter over this.

From somewhere shot glasses appeared filled with dark amber liquid.  One
went to Hank and one to me.  We clinked glasses and the downed them.  Wow!
That nearly knocked me on my ass.  Damn, that was good.  "More!" I shouted.

Hank pulled my hand down and Frank was yelling that it was time for the wet
briefs contest.  This fell on deaf ears as he had pretty much given
everyone a look at most of the contestants anyway.  Hank and I both decided
we were done, and walked away, leaving Frank standing with no one paying
attention to him.

I found Billy.  He was smiling from ear to ear.  It looked like he had had
more than one toast.  He was toasted and his briefs were tented out
obscenely.  "Anyone want to check out my wet briefs?" he would ask and hold
out the waistband showing off his rod to any who would look.  I was afraid
his reputation was pretty much gone, or set depending on your perspective!

I looked over and saw Mark standing by the door.  I had completely
forgotten that he was coming at 7:00.  I gave him a wave and began to work
my way towards him.  "Tell me you just got here," I said.

He grinned, "Oh, I could tell you that, but it wouldn't be true."

Hank had came out of the crowd at that point.  "I got here near the end of
the pissing contest," Mark laughed.

"Oh, fuck!' I said.  "Sorry, you had to see that," I said, looking at his
face to gauge whether he was disgusted by it.

"Oh, I don't know.  It was definitely entertaining."  I felt my face
turning as red as my balls.

"Let's get back to our room," Hank said.  We ducked out the door, ignoring
the calls from Billy to help him finish the bottle he had in his hand.

We got down to our room.  Once inside, out of habit, I pushed down my
briefs, then froze.  Mark smiled and my ears tinged a bit.  I was getting
better about this, but in this case, I had done committed a minor faux pas,
so it was worth a small blush.  You just don't strip down in front of
company, even if that company has seen you naked before.  I looked at him
questioningly.

"It's okay, I don't mind," he said, smiling.

"In that case," Hank said, pulling his own briefs down.  "Care to join us?"

Mark tinged up a bit then, but was a good sport.  He pulled off his shirt.
I love when guys have those little ripples of muscles from their arm pits
down do their chests.  And he had a wonderful ginger colored treasure trail
that led from his navel down into his shorts.  His nipples were thick and
distended like pencil erasers and surround by a deep brown circle.

He laid his shirt over the back of one of the chairs.  He unbuttoned his
shorts and in one motion pushed his shorts and boxers down.  He stepped out
of them and then placed them on the chair back as well.

He stood with his hands at his sides as I followed the trail down into the
wiry ginger bush that stood out in contrast to the pale skin that spanned
from his waist to about 3 inches below his crotch.  Hot looking tan lines!
His dick was two or 3 inches soft and rested over very densely covered
goose-egg sized balls.

I looked back to his head, and the hair there was very dark brown.  He
caught me looking and smiled, "Yeah, when I was younger, it was redder but
has gotten so dark it is difficult to see the red any more.  But," and he
indicated the rest of his body by opening his arms wide, "the rest kept a
bit of the red."

He turned and showed us how there was a dusting of ginger across his ass
and a his crack was a solid line of it leading down to the tangle between
his legs.  His arms and legs had a bit of hair, but it was finer and didn't
stand as much as the other.  I found myself wondering how furry his hole
was.  Seeing him this way, I couldn't help thinking about that hot, sexy
dream I had about Mark when I fell asleep on his massage table in the
therapy center earlier this year.  And the effect was predictable.

"Ah, Sir Everhard appears!" Hank said.  "I think he is glad to see you,
Mark."

Mark looked down and grinned.  "Sir Everhard?"

"Yeah, he just pops up now and then," I said smiling.  I was watching
Mark's dick respond.  Obviously, he was liking what he saw.

Hank spoke up, "Okay, you two, before you get lost in the 'fog of lust' as
Kyle calls it, I would like to make a suggestion and then I will shut up
and just sit over here and do my homework."  I knew he had nothing else to
do.  "Mark, you have had a chance to explore a lot of Kyle's body, so why
don't you lie down on the bed and let Kyle explore you.  Then you can see
what cums of that."

I laughed and said, "Yes, Dad, thank you for the instructions.  Now go darn
your socks or something."

Mark smiled and moved over to the bed and spread out on his back.  He has
his arms extended from his sides.  I crawled up next to him.  I reached up
and closed his eyes.  I looked over at Hank.  He smiled that smile and
nodded his head.  It WAS like a dad saying to a kid, enjoy your new toy!

I closed my own eyes then and began to explore with first my nose and then
my hands.  I ran my nose over his head, smelling the shampoo and a light
underlying woodsy smell.  I ran my hands through his hair then, noticing
how thick it was and knowing it would be curly if it was longer.

I felt over his face and then opened my eyes to explore it.  I noticed the
planes and shadows that made up his face.  It would be fun to photograph
him.  At his armpits, I spent time smelling and tasting.  He was again
clean with that same hint of woodsy scent.

I nibbled his prominent nipples and felt him quiver a bit.  They had a
great spongy texture.

He remained motionless as I continued to explore his body.  I passed up his
crotch and explored his legs and feet.  I loved how the tiny wiry hairs
came out of the tops of his toes.  He flinched once when I stroked along
the arch of his foot; a ticklish spot.

After exploring both legs and getting a feel for the muscles, I had him
roll over.  I moved up to his ass.  His moved his legs apart allowing me
access to area behind his balls.  His butt was relaxed so I could spread
his cheeks and take in the furry valley of his crack.

Here I had to spend more time smelling and tasting.  Fuck, he tasted good!
That woodsy scent was his musk, his unique manly smell.  It came across in
the taste as well.

When I explored his rosebud with my tongue he relaxed and let my tongue
dart in a bit.  I felt him sigh more than heard it.

Now I had him roll over.  His dick was now rock hard and pointing at his
chest.  At about six and a half inches long it wasn't a mighty impaler like
you see in porno movies, but it had heft and I was sure he knew how to use
it.

A pearly drop of precum rested at the piss slit.  I fingered this off and
tasted it.  Ah, wonderful, another new flavor to add to all those different
men I had tasted.  The woodsy hint was there as well, along with the usual
salty viscosity.  I buried my nose in his crotch and inhaled his essence
over and over.  It was like a drug.

I moved my nose under his balls and breathed in a warm breath there.  I
knew how wonderful that felt.  Next I tasted each of the balls, relishing
the wiry texture of his pubic hair.

I heard and felt him moan again.  I still hadn't tasted his dick!  I leaned
in close and breathed on it as well.  And then I inhaled as that woodsy
scent became redolent all around him.

I reached out and licked along the slit at the head of his dick, gathering
a bit more of that golden nectar.  He sighed.

He moved then and pulled my shoulders up.  He rolled over on top of me and
kissed me.  I had my eyes closed and he probed my mouth with his tongue.
He tasted of mint and Mark.

Then he moved and took one of my nipples in his mouth.  He teased it as I
had teased his.  He gripped my cock and squeezed it, sending shivers down
my spine.  Fuck!  He was so hot.  Not as hot as Hank, I quickly said to
myself, but amazing.  I always find it amazing when a man just gives
himself over to you to explore.  How intimate and how much more satisfying
than just a quick suck or fuck. Not that those couldn't be great at certain
times as well.

Next I felt his breath on my ear.  Then I felt and heard his whisper, "Fuck
me."

I still hadn't opened my eyes, but I was sure this time it was no dream.  I
reached out and grabbed the bottle that I knew was there.  I rolled with
him until he was on his back again.  I applied some to his hole and worked
it inside feeling the warmth there.  And I felt the need in his body.  He
really wanted this.  I rubbed the length of my dick with lube.

I set the tube aside and felt his legs envelop me, pulling me into him.  I
lined up by feel and began to slide into him.  "Slowly," he said.

So I eased into him, bringing a long drawn-out sigh from him as I buried
myself inside.  His feet held me there for a moment, trying to push me in
even more.

I rested there with my mouth near his.  "Please," he whispered, and I began
to withdraw.  He moaned again.  I moved up into a better position and
looked down at him.  His eyes were closed and a smile formed on his lips.

I slowly began to work on his butt as he worked on clinching my dick with
his hole.  I began to speed up and he began to thrash his head.  "Yes," he
would whisper with each toss.  I looked down between us and saw his cock
throbbing.

And I saw his fit masculine body.  In my old frame of mind, I would not
have believed that a "man" would let someone fuck him.  But I now knew that
men were men and each had those things that pushed all the right buttons
and took them over the edge.

I felt that fog of lust overwhelming me.  Hank could laugh all the wanted
about it, but that's what it felt like and I didn't care about anything
then.  I wanted that rush, that overwhelming wave that would consume me.

Mark was panting now and I had no idea how long we had been rocking back
and forth with each other.  But I began to speed up and felt Mark bear down
on my dick and knew he was being consumed by his own wave of lust.

That pushed my buttons and I began to cum with a groan that built in my
balls and roared out of my mouth.

I unloaded in his ass and he unloaded between us.  I collapsed on top of
him then.  Soon he pushed up and raised my sweaty chest until he brushed my
nose with his lips.  "Come back, Kyle," he whispered.

"That was so fucking amazing!"  he whispered when my eyes rolled back down
and I looked at him.

"I think you need to give therapy sessions instead of me!" He smiled and
lowered his legs and I slid out of him.  "That could completely get rid of
every tension you might have!"

I heard a chuckle and reality snapped back and I realized that it had all
happened in front of Hank.  Not that I was ashamed, but I had lost track of
him.

"I think I could make a fortune selling a how-to video for gay men," Hank
said.  He was holding up my camera.

"Seriously, that was beautiful.  Kyle you are such a hot man, seeing you
that way just turns me on so much!  I want your body!"

I blushed.  I still found those kinds of comments hard to accept.  Me, hot?
Yeah, right!

"That was amazing," Mark said again.

"I wasn't kidding, it was so beautiful, I had to take some photos.  Kyle or
Mark, you can decide what you want to do, but that was really wonderful to
see."  I looked and saw that he was hard as a rock and dripping as well.

Mark noticed it as well, "I guess I should be going," he said.  I think he
was feeling a bit awkward now.

"Nope" Hank said, "No need to leave.  Just move over and let me get in
there!'

There was laughter and then a tangle of bodies.  That fog rolled back in
and I don't recall who did what to whom or for how long.  All I know is
that sometime later my ass was sore and we were all sitting around on the
bed eating oranges and sharing our life stories.

Somewhere around three in the morning, we finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning we woke in a fresh tangle of bodies.  We had a three-way
piss and then walked down and showered together.  Over breakfast, we
planned on getting together again when we got back from the holidays.

Back in the room, I had to finish up my project and get it in, and put the
final touches on Hank's Christmas present.  Then it was packing and the
getting ready to head out with Hank in his truck to my mom's house.

As always my thanks to Jere and Trent for editing and offering suggestions.
Comments and suggestions are always welcome. Harryrod575@yahoo.com

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