Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2007 16:06:49 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Grandville Sucking Contest, Part Two" by Jay Roberts  Gay Encounters

I washed up and headed over to the exhibition hall.  My press pass got me
past the six muscular monster security guards.  These babies were three
inches over six feet and had the builds of those hot guys on Muscle Mag
covers, but once you heard them talk, they were just missy sissies.  They
looked me over hard, half because that was their job, but half because they
were sizing me up as a possible top man.  Bottoms are always in the market.

They had set up the interviews in a very orderly fashion.  I found out that
the contest finalists numbered six.  Naturally there were also six boys to
be sucked.  The brochure stated that the ones to be sucked were carefully
chosen so that there were six fairly matched kids.  All about the same
height, age and all had similar equipment, a little over 6" and similar
ball hang.  This was necessary otherwise it would be an uneven result.

So the young men to be sucked were all GC cuties of run of the mill main
street types, real nice, but the real interest was in the contestants who
had to get these manly boys off fast.  Each of the six suckers had their
own cubicle for interview.  I went down the line with the other reports and
met each one.  These were unique guys with unique gifts.  I know that every
reporter who met with them left the booth with an erection after seeing and
hearing of their talents.

These guys were all under thirty and not all from the United States.
Pleasant looking gentlemen from Saudi Arabia occupied the first booth I
entered.  His liver-colored lips looked like they could vacuum a room.  He
spoke elegant English, was Oxford educated and...well this is the exotic
part, he had a split tongue.  He was very confident that he was the
potential winner.  "Old chap, when my tongue parts move independently over
my lads privates, he will be propelled into cum heaven within a short time.

I wondered, as I left, how that would feel on my little Jason.  Too bad
he'd be taken for the day.  In the next booth I shook hands with Fritz, a
German, Hitler Youth type.  You could imagine his tree trunk, smooth pink
legs in leather shorts.  He barked all his answers to me.  I wondered how
his personality was expected to be effective but then he laughed and stuck
out his tongue.  This Black Forest Fucker had the longest and biggest
tongue I had ever seen.  He must have been half camel.  "Ven I surround the
person mitt this, he vill be helpless and vill ejaculate immediately, iff
not zooner."

Now that boy had an interesting body, pure pink-white and sturdy as hell.
I would have liked to essay his performance as a bottom.  What fun to
reduce him to a babbling Bavarian brook.  I bet his ass hole was hairless
and eager.

I don't want to bore you with each interview.  Some relied on other than
anatomical advantages, they felt that their technique would win the day.  A
short, dark intense boy from Syria showed me the rapid labial movements he
had perfected.  Yeah, his tongue flittered so fast it was a blur.

Then an American kid from right here in Florida told me that it was his
spittle was charged with natural hormones and they would be quickly
absorbed by his assigned boy and he would go into ecstasies and would have
no choice.  "Probably, they would carry him out on a stretcher from
over-cumming, know what I mean?"

The actual contest was to take place a two PM.  It left me time to check
out the venue and setup, then get a steak lunch on the bosses tab and make
it back for the big show.

The setup was very clever, leave it to gay decorators to know how to do it.
There was a long partition with twelve stools, six on each side for the
sucker and suckee.  They picked their sucker by lottery, identified by
numbers so they wouldn't know what individual they got.  The suckee winner
would get one thousand bucks and a quick cum.  There were six glory holes
already prepared, large enough for access to the kid's balls, to be
accessed.  The balls were a subject of discussion among the "athletes" I
understand from speaking to another reporter.  There were two schools of
thought, One believed balls stimulation was a time-taker because of the
lack of nerve endings there.  Others felt it was the key to a quick cum. if
I thought about the many times I got blown.  Sometimes my balls were
brought into play, sometimes not.  I belong to the school of thought that
getting attention to my balls was hot.  I loved having them gently swung
back and forth.  Of course tickling the backside was a sure to cause
shooting.  Sucking them is in the literature but not in my hoped for
ministrations.  Incidentally there were no rules against ball handling, but
no asshole touching, otherwise they'd be disqualified; not the assholes,
the suckers.

Well I had my steak lunch, had two cocktails and the most expensive desert
on the menu.  I was a little over fed as I walked over to the hall.  The
committee was examining the contestants.  They had saliva tests to be sure
that hadn't gargled with some sore of stimulant.  They also had their hands
wiped to be sure they also didn't have some aid rubbed into them.

At last the time came.  The suckers flexed their hands, did grotesque mouth
exercises. Some opened or dropped their pants and freed their own cock.  I
personally thought that was not a good idea, it would distract them.  The
boys on the other side removed their pants and draped their still limp boy
cocks on the rim of the glory hole.  I thought the kids all looked red
faced, embarrassed by showing such an intimate part of themselves.  I bet
some we sorry they ever volunteered.  Now the moment came.  The send off
signal was clang, clang a trolley bell, how gay!

The suckers all leaned forward and blew on the clean boy cocks in front of
them.  From my best seat in the house I could see both sides of the wall.
Some of the boy's cocks rose slightly.  Out came the various clever tongues
and licked the piss slits.  It was almost as if it was a synchronized suck.
Just then I heard a slight intake of air from one of the suckees.  Show
time was really beginning.  Now I saw that almost all the cocks were
approaching full mast.  The sounds of slurping began. The suckers had
intense looks on their faces and their hand got busy jiggling ball or
tinkling them.  One guy, the Turkish, bearded guy I hadn't interviewed used
his chin whiskers to stimulate the ball sac.  These were pros and they had
my admiration.  I heard perhaps two of the kids moan slightly.  Their
pricks shone in the bright light from the spit coatings they were
receiving.  Now I saw one of the boys begin to undulate his hips.  His eyes
were closed.  Soon every kids was either breathing audibly or was aiding
the process were fucking the mouth on the other side.  The breathing now
escalated to full-throated moans.  These sounds seemed to excite the
suckers to wilder activity.  I knew that the end was coming.  Most of us in
the audience were open mouthed and our pants were bulging with our
erections.  I saw a few of the spectators groping each other and some of
the moaning came from the audience.  This was hot!

Suddenly one of the kids let out a shout, "I'm cumming."  His sucker was
the butterfly-tongued Syrian.  He had fluttered his boy to the winning cum.
Two judged came over and checked it.  They made the soccer officials well
known sign.  The sucker stood up and raised his arms in
self-congratulations and the kid on the other side came around and they
hugged each other, jock style, with heads around towards each other's back.

Now the only thing remained was for the second place finisher and then the
third.  Each received a reward.  Next cry of triumph came from the Florida
kid and then the spit tongued Saudi.

I noted that the remaining contestants didn't quit, they continued sucking
until the last ones finished.  I saw that my German hottie boy was last to
cum.  He was really pissed off and threw his stool across the room.  He
stalked out, but as he passed the reporters' table to stopped and spoke to
me.  "Room 312, now.  I alzo invited is one of the guards.  Be there."

I went to my own room and typed up my story and then plugged the lap top
into the hotel modem and sent it on.  Then I headed to the elevator to
Fritz's room.  Why I went was a mystery to me.  It was my cock leading the
way.  I had gotten so inflamed during the contest that I had to have a good
come and Fritz's big ass seemed to beckon.

I knocked on the door.  He answered, bare-chested with only his long legged
European shorts.  They fit snugly against his thick thighs.  His chest was
a work of art.  Big, smooth, hairless pecs stood out with pink nipples
ready to erect.  His belly was not heavily six-packed but it looked soft
and satiny and begged to be rubbed.

"Vell come in.  Schnapps?, he said, pointing to a bottle with German
lettering on it.  "American boys can't take too much, zo be careful."

I snorted.  "I am an experienced drinker.  Pour me a large shot."  Well the
stuff was delicious, it had a slightly anise flavor.  I could tell the way
it stung my tongue that it was high proof.  My glass had the equivalent of
three shots.  Fritz's were at least as much and he tilted back his head and
swallowed in one gulp.  Nice neck I noticed, big, pink/white with an Adam's
Apple that bobbed as he swallowed.  It was turning me on.

"Your name tag says Jason, zo I azume that's your name."  I nodded and
grabbed my chest where his big finger had punched a hole in the sternum.

This was a rough guy, but his crudeness was a turn on.  I wasn't prepared
for his next move as I thought stupidly that he was getting affection.  He
put a big-gunned arm around my neck and drew me close to him and spoke into
my ear, his breath very hot and exciting.  "Jason, undress for Fritz, I
wish to admire your body."

My head reeling slightly from the Bavarian Booze, I complied.  He looked me
up and down, his blue Aryan eyes blazing lustfully.  "Nice, very nice.  You
have some hairiness there on your chest and legs.  Ve Germans are further
up the scale of evolution and we have dispensed with the cave man's
protection."

He rubbed my ass.  Now I am not used to a fuss being made about my body.
It made me feel feminine, and believe it or not, I blushed prettily.  I was
a bit confused as he pushed my head down on the bed and put his arms around
my hips and pulled them up.  "I am going to taste you."

My ass was in the air.  I looked over my shoulder just in time to see him
unroll his area rug sized tongue and swept it across the crack of my ass.
I began cooing in pleasure.  "Yes young American, you like my tongue.  It
will send you spinning around the room soon."  He lapped me like a dog and
I did begin to lose my senses and get into an orbit around the room.  Then
he curled his tongue into a prick.  Because of the size of his tongue, it
was about five inches.  He shoved the tip in.  I groaned in excitement.

"Wait," I said, making my last protest against the blitz of hot wet labial
weapon..  "I don't get fucked.  I fuck.  You want me to fuck you?"

"Be quiet boy, I am now going to give you my special tongue workout."  He
was technically not fucking me.  I kept telling myself that it was a
rimming and that was okay, but his long rolled tongue kept rubbing on my
prostate and my mind was gradually losing its ability to think clearly.

As dark mist was swirling around my eyes and just before I went under, the
door opened and one of the guards came in.  He was the best looking one,
curly blond hair and big thick puffy lips.  "Nice scene boys.  And the
reporter looks like he is in position for a fucking.  Do it good Fritz.
I'll just stripped and get into the act.  Suppose I slip under him and get
his dick into my mouth.  After the stuff today, I'm ready."

This dude was really built.  He made Fritz look like a big soft baby, all
pink and shiny.  This kid's tag had said Prentice, was cut and buff.  In a
moment I felt his thick lips slide over my prick.  He was under me and I
found I was fucking his lips as Fritz took the opportunity of me being
occupied to put the head of his Vienna Sausage at the opening of my virgin
hole.  "No, no stop."

Prentice thought I was talking to him and took his mouth off my cock.  "No
don't stop, do it."

Fritz thought I was talking to him and he slide all the way in down to his
Nordic pubes.  I howled with pain, surprise and...strangely the beginning
of a good feeling.  Fritz laughed uproariously at me.  "Oh you Yankee, how
you have been longing for my doodle.  You haf a neglected ass, but I have
German thoroughness and you will enjoy every thrust.  Like this."

He pushed in hard and then pulled out and thwaked in again.  Shit, if his
cock was an automobile, it would be a Mecedes Benz 550 SEL. He was riding
me like a brewery horse and I was loving it.  Meanwhile Prentice was
licking and sucking and swinging my balls back and forth.  I was mumbling
gibberish and drooling, my eyes tightly closed.  I knew this double assault
on me by two sexy guys would end soon.  My cock was getting harder and
pulsing.  My thighs were growing stiff.  I was just about to call out mycum
when Fritz bellowed that he was cumming.  Apparently Fritz gets violent
when he is ejaculating and he slapped my ass repeatedly as he spilled hot
Germanic spooge into my insides.  I slide into my orgasm at that moment
delivering a hot sperm meal to trusty Prentice who had done a good job and
deserved all I could give.  I heard him gulping over and over.  This was a
big load.  Fritz had emptied himself and fell lifeless on my sweaty back.

In a few moments Prentice slid out.  "Can I come on you?" he asked waving
his pulsing cock over my chest.

"Okay," I groaned, but don't get it on my face."

It only took him a few strokes before he shouted,"Here it is."  He splashed
all over me.  It felt warm and friendly.

Fritz was standing naked in front of the open window.  I could see his cock
was still plump.  He was slapping his chest like a Mountain Ape.  "That was
gut.  You pretty boy, you ready for seconds?"

"I think I'm just too beat to even think about it.  I think I enjoyed it.
True I acted like a girly bitch, but maybe for once it was a change.  I'm
beginning to feel sorry for some of the bottoms I abused.  I just have to
get some sleep and think about this."

I skipped dinner, slept until noon.  My plane was mid-afternoon.  My mind
was in a turmoil, it kept returning to the excitement of that rough guy's
misuse of my ass.  Fuck it, I have to admit that I kept getting hard
thinking about it.  From now on, I guess I will have to be versatile.

End

I don't agree with my hero that trying two sides of the fence is bad.  I
don't think there is something better about tops than bottoms.  There
couldn't be a top if there were bottoms.  Both will go to gay heaven.