Date: Sun, 21 May 2000 23:11:37 -0400
From: Sidney Gittler <SidG@compuserve.com>
Subject: Arkansas Vacation:  Oscar Night

The following chapter is completely and 100% fictional except for the
obvious accuracy in the results from the 2000 Academy Awards.  The
references to the awards and actors do not mean they endorse anything else
in the story.  Which by the way includes a lot of very young male sex.  If
that is not to your taste or is illegal or you're to young then please
depart.  All comments to sidg@compuserve.com

Arkansas Vacation: Oscar Night
by Sid Gittler (c)2000

     Spring is returning to southeastern Arkansas and the residents of
Peckertown are out and smiling after the long winter.  My fellow
northerners and I continually remind the locals what they consider winter
we consider fall.  Granted as 1999 turned into 2000 there was a light
coating of snow on the ground, but it was gone by the time the first
college football bowl game started.
     But given the cooler temperatures, and the increased dampness, the boy
whores started wearing more clothes.  Mike and Mark, for example, went from
just their thongs to gym shorts and a basketball jersey to long baggy jean
shorts and a heavy windbreaker.  No shirt just the windbreaker, which spent
most of its time unzipped.  Even Lance wore a flannel shirt and moccasins.
But then, as he said my first week here, if one Trip gets sick none of the
Trips work.
     As with almost everything there was the exception to prove the rule.
His name is Angus and he arrived the beginning of December from Maine.
Fifteen, well muscled and a mop of flaming red hair.  He got off the bus on
a damp, chilly afternoon, took a deep breath and smiled.  Then quickly
stripped to running shorts.
     With that combination, plus being a new boy, Angus started getting a
lot of business, which pissed off some of the other boys.  According to
Matt some boys almost lost it when Angus was heard saying he couldn't
believe it was that warm.

     Outside of the Jorgenson clan you've learned about other boys like
Cody and Kenny who came into money of their own.  What's really amazing is
that with help and advice they've all gotten richer.  Cody and Justin have
even paid all their creditors back in full, and six months to a year
earlier than we figured.  They even moved out of their apartment and into a
three-bedroom house a couple of blocks from Lion and me.
     Across the street from them live our newest multimillionaires, Mark
and Mike.  Or should I say Mark, Mike, Zeus and Tad with Keith going back
and forth between his brother's house and his lover's home.  It's a large
house, five bedrooms, the first time in their lives that Mark and Mike each
have their own.  Though it's a rare night that all the beds are used.
     The identical twins' father and stepmother shit their pants when our
lawyer Henry Silvers and Jose Sanchez, the reporter from TIME Magazine,
showed up on their doorstep with the process server.  The suit asked for
the entire fifty million they had won in the California lottery.  Sanchez
had a draft of an article, complete with photos, of their sons' lives in
Peckertown and how they'd been booted out of their home.  It was amazing
how quickly they settled for twenty million.  And a promise by Sanchez not
to submit the story to his editors at TIME.
     He gave it to People instead.  The cover spread on the boys was
priceless publicity for Peckertown.
     We presented the check to Mark and Mike on the Ides of March.  They
were stunned.
     "We never have to work again," Mark said grabbing his brother's hand.
     "But what are we going to do?  We've never had any money before, we
barely make the rent every month.  What do we do?" Mike said.
     "Whatever you want man," Tad said.
     "Quiet boy," Zeus said ruffling the boy's hair.  Tad climbed into the
big black man's lap and snuggled down.
     "Mark, Mike, the check's going right into the bank where it'll be
safe.  We'll set up some investments to make sure you have a steady income
and be set for the rest of your lives," Silver said.
     "Sir, Mike and I appreciate everything you've done and want you to
have the fee we promised you.  Thing is we don't got much schooling, only
one skill."
     "Skills you're experts at, but ones you never have to do for pay
again," I said.  "Look guys.  There's no rush.  Remember, you're only
fourteen nobody expects you to adjust to this instantly.  Hell, I'm 48 and
probably would go into shock if somebody showed me a twenty million-dollar
check with my name on it."
     "Let's not go there love," Lion said and everybody laughed.
     "There is one thing I'd like to do," Mike said several moments later.
     "What?" I said.
     "The Oscars are a week from Sunday night.  I want to host a party for
all the boys at the hotel with a couple of big screen televisions, open
bar, food, the works.  Let's give everybody a night off and a chance to
party together.  Everybody, whores, slaves, restaurant workers, natives who
hung around, everybody.
     "Cool idea bro.  Can we pull it off in time Marc?" Mark said.
     "Anything scheduled for the hotel ballroom Zeus?"
     "Now there is.  I'll get it set up as soon as I get there.  Only
question is how many can we expect?"
     "You going to close the Little Leather Club for the night?" Mark said.
     "Why not, we'll have the afternoon show and that's it.  I'm sure Benjy
will agree that they deserve a night off.  I'll get dad to close the Tasty
Buns too so those guys can come," Lion said.
     "Fine, Zeus work the hotel staff however you want but everything's got
to be covered," I said.
     "You got it boss, but that brings us back to the question.  How many
people are we expecting?"
     "At least two hundred, maybe closer to three," Mark said.
     "Shit, I didn't know there were that many boys working here," I said.
     "Between the whores, the clubs and restaurants, the hotel,
etc. there's probably closer to five hundred.  Hell, we've got close to two
hundred working for us alone," Lion said.
     "Plan for three hundred Zeus, regular family catering rates."
     "Yes boss, now I'd better be getting back and get things going."
     "We'll go with you, if that's all right?" Mike said.
     "Come on, it's your party."

     The flyers were distributed two days later, on Friday.  By Saturday
night every business that employed boys had notices in their windows
announcing they would be closed on the twenty- sixth after four.
Fortunately we had asked them to call the hotel or sign up at the Big Lick
or the Tasty Buns if they were coming.  By Sunday night we had four hundred
boys coming, with a week to go.
     Zeus had the biggest problem.  At first he said the regular shift
would work that night and extra help in the kitchen.  The boys blew.  He
asked for volunteers, none, even at double-time.  Scott, our young security
chief, finally suggested they take the four to two shift and break it into
two hour turns so everybody would have plenty of time at the party.  Zeus
agreed and so did the boys.
     That Scott came up with the idea and the boys freely agreeing to it
really made Zeus happy.  It was a great show of teamwork and cooperation
when things could have gotten messy.

     By the Thursday night deadline we had 556 reservations, and that
didn't include the hotel staff.  Daniel, Scott, Chef Emryl, the twins and I
sat down with Zeus that evening.
     "Daniel, I thought you said there were tops five hundred boys working
in this town.  Where am I going to fit that many boys?" Zeus said.
     My lover shrugged, "I really thought it was more like four hundred.
The idea that there's probably more than seven hundred boys is frightening
really."
     "Five, six, a thousand out there I don't care.  How do I prepare for
that many people?"  Chef Emryl moaned in a thick Boston accent.
     "They'll eat anything and everything you put in front of them.  Some
of them probably won't eat until then.  How am I going to control them?"
Scott spat.
     "Shut up Scott, you may have been lucky and not having to work the
street but we're not animals.  I didn't expect this many either but you set
up the guidelines of where you want the food, where the TVs are going to
be, whatever and we'll follow them.  Anybody gets out of hand that's one
thing, but my bro and I are throwing this party so our friends can have a
fun night," Mike said.
     "Friends, yeah right.  All you guys do is suck and screw and somebody
who pays is God and."
     Scott didn't have a chance to finish because Mike leapt out of his
chair and across the table.  Zeus grabbed him as Scott pulled a sap out of
his pants' pocket.  I grabbed the arm and forced it behind his back.
     "Zeus, you take control here, Scott you're coming with me."
     "Fuck you."
     I'd never seen such anger in him, not even when he'd first hit town.
     "Shut up and move," I said.
     "Or what?" Scott said but moved to the door.  I followed him to his
office and locked the door behind us.  Scott moved behind his desk.  I
pointed to one of the two guest chairs.
     "This is my office and that's my chair," he said.
     "And I am your boss so you damn well sit where I tell you to."
     "Or what?"
     "Don't go there."
     "Or what?"
     "Or you walk out of here and find yourself a new job."
     "You wouldn't."
     "I should, what you did in there was uncalled for.  What the hell is
eating you?"
     "None of your damn business, boss."
     The way he said boss stung, I deserved it but it still stung.  I held
up my hands and took a deep breath, held it for a moment before letting it
out.
     "Can we start over Scott?  You got me upset in there and maybe I
overreacted, but talk to me, as a concerned boss if not a friend."
     Scott slumped into a chair and buried his eyes.  I could hear him
sobbing so I pulled the other chair next to his and pulled him close.
     "I was going to quit anyway," Scott finally said.
     "Why?"
     "It's the sex.  I can't take all the sex around me.  I worked with
Zeus, I really did, but every time I see a boy head up the elevator with a
man it tears me to pieces.  I don't even have to close my eyes to see them
being raped and used."
     "Like you were."  It was a statement, not a question, but Scott nodded
anyway.  "Don't you see the difference?"
     "I try to, but the same elevator comes back down with a family heading
out to the pool and I know it's a lie.  They should be home, in school,
with their parents."
     "Your parents are dead Scott."
     He shoved me off and his eyes bore into me.  "Don't I fucking know
that?  Don't their faces haunt me every day?  Every day they tell me to
move on, be happy but they're fucking dead so how can I be happy."
     I sat back and looked around the room.  How to answer that?  Then I
looked at the calendar hanging on the wall and pointed.  "This Saturday is
the anniversary of my mother's death and I'll go to church and pray to God
that she and dad are together in heaven.  I miss them too, but I've got my
sister and her family.  I've got all my friends down here, including you.
Most important I have my Lion, and that makes me happy.  Can you understand
that?"
     "I guess, but I just can't cope here right now," Scott said.
     "How you and Frank doing?"
     "Crappy, he's trying but," he shrugged.
     "You think quitting here will help?"
     "I've got to try something or I may lose him.  Then where am I?"
     "I'm not going to let you quit," I said.
     "Can't stop me, just won't come to work."
     "I'm going to transfer you to the industrial division.  We've got four
warehouse operations at different highway exits and we need a new security
supervisor."
     "Serious?"
     "Yeah, you have to Sunday to pick your successor and fill him in.
Take Sunday night off, and that's an order, and start the new assignment
Monday morning."
     "Thanks Marc.  How about Sargent?  He's my best man and wants out of
his regular job."
     "Talk to him, if he's interested sit down with Zeus.  Now go home and
snuggle with your honey."
     "Thanks Marc, but I think I'd better apologize first, and before you
offer it's something I have to do myself," Scott said.
     "You're right, let's go."

     The buzz grew around town as Sunday approached and finally arrived.
By noon on Sunday the park was empty and the clubs were closed.  The only
stores doing business were the barbers and clothing stores.  The notice had
specified non-business attire.  OK, it actually said everybody must come in
regular clothes and not working clothes, or lack thereof.  The only guy
really worried in the whole town was Beau LeCistern, Peckertown's Dept.  of
Utilities Director.  The Jorgenson Inn was fully booked for the night, at
least half by groups of boys looking for a place to shower and dress before
the party, and not have to worry about finding their way home after.

     The twins showed up at four dressed in two-piece navy suits with
matching shirts, no tie, loafers without socks.  Their long blond hair tied
back in a tight ponytail that reached their asses.
     "Go on in and see what it looks like," I said.
     "And how do we look?" Mark asked.
     "Like handsome young men," I said.  They beamed at a normally
innocuous remark.
     Daniel and I followed them into the ballroom.  Along the walls were
giant cardboard Oscars.  Along one was a long line of rectangular tables
with warming trays for the hot food and some of the cold trays were already
out.  On the opposite wall say two 96" televisions built on special
platforms eight feet off the ground.  Roger Ebert's preview show was on and
sound was perfect.  At the far end a guitar started playing "If I were a
Rich Man" from Fiddler on the Roof.  I laughed and started singing the
lyrics so the boys would get the joke as well.
     "But we didn't order a band," Mike said.
     "It's part of the package and Yoshi and Powersound asked for the gig.
They'll play dance music until the show starts."
     "Cool."

     Boys started arriving around five, patiently standing in line as their
names were checked off the list.  There were about twenty drag queens and
they made fine looking young women entering on the arms of their young men.
     The music started with the band playing a lot of dance music and the
boys moving gracefully all over the floor.  As I watched I knew one thing
for sure, gay boys have rhythm.  The boys not dancing were either at the
food tables filling their plates or at the round tables filling their
mouths and talking.
     After Barbra Walter's annual celebrity gossip and the "let's see the
beautiful people walk in and try to make them look like our friends"
pre-Oscar show the main event finally started and Powersound put down their
instruments for the first time and made a mad dash for the bar and food.
     The boys either found seats at the tables or sat on the floor.  A lot
of pairing up but just a lot of snuggling going on as Billy Crystal did his
routine.  Needless to say there were three categories that really
interested all of us that night.  The first up was Best Supporting Actress.
Everybody was cheering for Chloe Sevigny for "Boy's Don't Cry."  I don't
know if any of us had seen it, Peckertown's more of a video town, but we
all identified with the story.  The room filled with cheers when they
showed her scenes and boos when she lost.
     Then there was Haley Joel Osment.  When he came out in his mini-tux to
introduce a series of film clips of other child actors the room erupted in
applause.  Though the most common phrases heard were "marry me," "fuck me"
and "let me fuck you baby."  Naturally, there were more catcalls when he
lost.  But when Michael Caine mentioned him in his speech he was forgiven.
     As the evening wore on and on and on everybody started to pay less
attention to the screens.  The highlight for that chunk of the show was the
musical numbers honoring past Oscar Best Song winners and then the current
nominees.  There was an impromptu dance contest which two of the slaves
from the Little Leather Club won by really staying in the flow of the music
as they went from song-to-song.  Even "Blame Canada."
     All of a sudden Lance and his brothers jumped on the bandstand and
yelled for everybody's attention.  From our perch high above the floor I
turned down the televisions' volume and turned the mike's back up.
Interested to see what they had planned.
     "Now this thing is going on forever so let's have some fun.  The guy
upstairs will let us know when it's Hilary's turn to win."
     A loud roar of approval.
     "But we talked to Big Sol and he authorized us to run two contests
here tonight.  The first is a drag contest.  All you girls come up here and
the five best will go to the Big Lick next Sunday night for the finals and
cash prizes.  So come on up girls.  And Trey, no putting those two glasses
under your shirt and pretending they're boobs," Lance said.
     From all over the room the "girls" started moving.
     "Hey Lion, come on down and help us judge this thing, you too Benjy,"
Lance called.
     "Duty calls," Lion said he kissed me and slipped out of the balcony.
By the time he arrived on stage there were twenty-three queens strutting
their stuff.  As I said before most of them were really good.  The five
judges got them in a line and had them go one-by-one along the front with
instructions to sell it.
     "Hey, we're gay here, what's with the girls?" somebody yelled and got
a good laugh.
     Finally they had their finalists picked.
     "Marc, how much time do we have?" Richie called up.
     I took a glance at the monitor and the clock, automatically yawned.
"Half-hour or so.  Start the second contest and if we have to interrupt it
we will."
     "Cool.  OK men, for this part we need two more judges.  Kenny and
Sergei come on up because we're not letting you in this one," Rich said.
As the two lovers moved forward I could guess what was coming.
     "OK, now for the bodybuilding contest.  Guys, take your shirts off and
strike a pose.  Same deal as before, five finalists go on to next Sunday
night for cash prizes."
     Now I've never been big into bodybuilding, especially the real extreme
cases who look puzzled if you ask them what else they do.  Now none of the
thirty or so boys who walked up were that extreme, but man they were hunks.
     When everybody was up Kenny took the microphone.  "Now guys, you're
all solid and deserve to be up here.  Now Sergei and I are going to show
you three basic poses.  You'll do them and that's how you'll be judged.
Now watch."  With that Kenny handed Richie the mike back and pulled his
shirt over his head.  There were gasps from around the room.
     As the contestants did their poses there was one who caught my eye.
Easily the youngest he was also one of the most chiseled.  Not only did he
cruise through the set but kicked each up a notch higher than anybody else.
Not only was I salivating but so were Kenny and Sergei.  Naturally he was
one of the ten semifinalists.
     "Short stuff, come over here," Sergei said in his thick Russian
accent.
     The boy grabbed another mike.  "Name's Quentin, not short stuff."
     "Well Quentin, that was quite a performance.  How old are you?"
     "I'm thirteen and I've been doing this for nine years and I had a
bedroom full of age group trophies."
     Sergei bent over.  "I believe it, and I started at four too, so get
your ass back in line and all of you try and do what I do."
     He started slowly but quickly picked up the pace and I guessed
difficulty.  Five minutes into it three of the boys dropped out but Quentin
almost seemed a half-step ahead of the Russian.
     Two thoughts flew into my mind as I watched.  The first was that we
had to find a job for this boy somewhere in the company.  Second, I wanted
to conduct the interview in bed with my cock up his well muscled bubble
butt.
     I looked at the television set and clicked my mike on.  "Five
minutes."
     Kenny whispered something in Lance's ear and got a nod in return.  "OK
Sergei, times up."
     Sergei and the seven remaining contestants stopped moving and all took
long, deep breaths.
     "I just talked with Lance and all seven of you are in the finals.  You
have one week to work on your routines.  Any of you want to come over at
nine any morning to work with us you're invited.  Now Marc, hit the sound
and let's get back to Oscar," Kenny called and cheers rang up from
throughout the room.  From someplace Bobbie, the third Trip, appeared with
an armful of towels so the contestants and Sergei could dry themselves off.

     The room remained silent through Hilary Swank's clip.  Not only was
this our last chance to win but Brandon Tina represented us in a way that
none of us could probably explain.  Or maybe it really is simple for the
boys and boy-lovers of Peckertown.
     Like Brandon Tina we're all outcasts and we all feel for each other.

     "And the Oscar for best performance by an actress in a leading role
goes to Hilary Swank."
     The room went nuts.  The yelling and screaming.  The hugging and
jumping for joy threatened to bring down the walls.
     "We did it," Lion said and jumped all over me.
     When Swank took the podium I turned up the volume and the room settled
down.  A huge roar the first time she referred to Brandon as him.

     When she left the stage with the statue clutched to her breasts the
party changed course fast.  Lion and I looked down at six hundred teen boys
who know only one way to celebrate.
     Orgy.
     Where to start, where to start?  Not with Cody, Justin, Daniel and me
stripping up in the balcony as we lower the lights.
     "Shit," Cody said and we followed his finger.  Over in the corner his
brother Keith, Tad and Quentin were going at it in the far corner.  Keith
and Tad were toweling off the naked weightlifter.  Gently rubbing the
glistening muscles as the youngster flexed for the younger boys.  Finally
Keith knelt in front of Quentin's cock and swallows the rod whole while Tad
spreads the boy's cheeks and starts tongue fucking him.
     Lion's finger directed us to a scene developing in the middle of the
floor.  Two boys had started sixty-nining on the floor and each was being
fucked by a boy who was being fucked by a boy who was being fucked, shit
you get the idea.
     "I wonder what the world record is for the biggest daisy chain,"
Justin whispered and we all laughed as we groped our partners.
     "You count and we'll call Guinness in the morning," Cody said right
before he went down on his lover and partner's cock.
     I took Daniel in my arms and nodded over at the pair.  Daniel nodded
back and whispered, "he's back."  And Cody was back to his old self with
the restaurant a success, and Keith happy with Tad and over his incestuous
desires for his big brother the old Cody had returned.  Still neurotic mind
you but back.
     Daniel's and my lips met and it was several minutes before we looked
at the floor again.  One of the tables had been brought into the center of
the floor and Pedro, one of the slaves, had been tied face down the long
way and was being fucked at both ends.  The ultimate bottom was having a
blast as a third boy was caning Pedro's back when he had a clear shot.
     Another boy had been hogtied and boy after boy is going over and
stroking him.  He's thrashing around but between the tight cock ring and
the prince's wand he wasn't going to be shooting anytime soon.
     A yelp from almost below us caught our attention.  Benjy, his
boyfriend Roger, and a young boy with a fresh slave brand were down there
with a circle around them.  The new slave was on his hands on knees and
sucking Roger's cock.
     Behind him the youngest Jorgenson boy had three fingers up his ass.
Then four and finally five.  Slowly Benjy's hand, wrist and finally arm
disappeared up the slave's rectum.  Roger had a tight hold on the boy's
hair and was forcefully face fucking him so he couldn't scream at the pain
Benjy's muscular arm was causing.  One of the other slaves crawled
underneath and started sucking the slave and soon another daisy chain
developed.
     What happened next I can't tell you.  Why?  Well at that point I was
distracted by a very sexy mouth around my own cock and I decided to return
the favor.
     I moved around without disturbing Daniel and started licking his
succulent cock.  Almost fifteen-and-a-half he's still as hairless as the
day he was born.  Of course now it's due to a regular shaving regimen.
Either way I loved licking and slowly swallowing that baby smooth prick.
     When my lips reached his crotch he moaned with delight and I tasted
the first drops of his precum.  It didn't take me long to swallow his rod
and smell his crotch scent.  I inhaled deeply as I ran my tongue around his
pulsating tool.  The smell of musk, sweat and love was too much and I
quickly filled his throat with my cum.
     When Lion finished swallowing my cum he pulled out of my mouth, turned
me onto my back, raised my legs and entered me.  The sounds of raw sex rose
from beneath us as well as from Cody and Justin on the other side of the
balcony.  If there was anybody not having sex at that moment it was only
because they were recovering from an orgasm and searching for the next
partner.
     For myself I was satisfied with the love of my life slowly fucking my
insides as I gazed up into his gorgeous eyes.  His long black mane bounced
in time with his thrusts.  As I felt him getting closer I automatically
tuned out everything else and just focused on him.  Working my ass muscles
to further stimulate the engorged cock that was now rapidly pounding my
insides apart.
     Finally, with a loud roar, he came, filling my anus with his love and
forcing me to a second orgasm.
     We collapsed in each others arms, kissed and said, "I love you."
     About ten minutes later we turned over and resumed surveying the
action below.
     I turn my head to the right and see that cute new Norwegian boy. His
name is Sindra, he just moved here with his father to open up a seafood
restaurant. Sindra is a cute little nymph with medium-length blond hair all
nicely combed out and parted just right.
     Right now Sindra is getting his small ass filled by a nice looking
fifteen year old boy named Reece.  Reece has shoulder-length, dirty blond
hair and gray-blue eyes. Reece has a little bit of fur on his low hanging
balls, and I watch them fly back and forward and slap into Sindra's butt as
Reece's 6 « inches of cut teen meat slams into Sindra's boy hole. While
Reece is fucking Sindra, I see the cute little blond boy has taken the
redheaded Macmillian twins dicks into his mouth. I watched the two thirteen
year old flat topped red heads, pump there little four inch cut tools in
and out of Sindra's mouth. The twins' freckled backs drip with sweat as
they pound Sindra's swollen jaw.
     Underneath Sindra a young boy, I think his name is Logan, was sucking
on Sindra's little tool and playing with his grape-sized balls.  The boy,
twelve, hairless and cut.  His pricklet bounced in time with his sucking.
     Reece pulled his thick seven inches out of Sindra's ass and started
jacking his rod. Reece shot his load over Sindra's back.  Logan reached
over, took some of Reece's cum to lube Sindra's balls. Sindra hunched his
back and lifts his butt.  I see by the way his body is shaking that he's
having a very enjoyable orgasm. Looking at his face I realize the twins
ejaculated as well because there are large strands of milk white cum
hanging off his lower lip, and even more being forced out of his mouth as
the twins continue pumping their dicks in and out of his mouth.
     How to end this segment?  There is only one way.  At two in the
morning the Powersound drummer takes his seat, wipes a few loads of cum off
his face and hands, picks up his sticks and goes to work.  I turn the
spotlight back on softly and focus it on him.  The sweat is pouring off his
naked body as the rest of the band joins him.  After twenty minutes of hard
jamming Yoshi leaps and when he lands the band goes silent.
     Yoshi takes a couple of deep breaths and taps the mike.  I turned the
sound up and after the fourth tap he nods.
     "Gentlemen, there are two people responsible for this party.  Can we
have a long and heartfelt round of applause for Mike and Mark Snitz."
     I turned the spotlight to where they were sitting and the applause
grew and grew.  Then the music started playing and four figures entered the
light.  Four identical figures.
     "Has to be the Maloney Quads," Justin said.
     "The ones who bought the multiplex?"
     "Yeah, them and their dad just moved here from Australia," Justin
said.
     "Identical?" I said while wiping the drool from my lower lip.
     "Down to their braces.  Thirteen, brown hair with blond streaks, four
inch uncut cocks which grow to six and stick straight out when hard," Cody
said.
     "And how do you know that much detail?" Lion said arching an eyebrow.
     "I was in the showroom when they applied for work, got turned down
when they said they only wanted to work until the theater was ready to
open."
     "Oh shit," Justin said and we looked back down.
     Each identical twin was being tongue bathed by a pair of identical
quads as the rest of the boys gathered around.  When all the sweat had been
licked off each twin the quads switched places and one started sucking
while the other lowered their asses over their twin's mouth, spread their
cheeks and got rimmed.
     Every boy who could still get an erection was beating off, and
probably a lot who couldn't.

     The sucking quads finally stood revealing two erect poles.  The other
quads moved down, lined up erections to openings and quickly sat till their
cheeks were an inch from their twin's crotch.
     "Oh shit yeah, do it boy, fuck your ass," Mark and Mike said together.
     And the two Maloneys did just that.  Slowly moving up and down as
their two brothers proceeded to stick cocks down their throats.  That was
too much for a whole bunch of boys who shot their loads.
     About five minutes later Mike and Mark took control and without
pulling out moved into the doggie position and started humping faster and
faster.  This caused another group to go over the edge.  And a whole lot of
applause for successfully pulling off the difficult maneuver in sync.
     Keeping in tune they eventually pulled out and covered the pair of
matching backs with matching loads of boy cum.  Sated, they lay back down.
The quads stood around them and shot their loads over the twins.
     They moved away and boy after boy took their place until Mark and Mike
were covered with hundreds of loads of cum.

     That marked the end of the party and the only thing besides the party
that was discussed for the next week were the upcoming contests at the Big
Lick.  There was such a demand for reservations that Sol called Zeus in a
panic and rented the showroom for the night.
     In case you had any doubt Quentin won the bodybuilding contest.  I
gave him a job interview for the hotel gym but Kenny and Sergei hired him
for their gym.  But it was a great interview.