Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 4 -- The Booster Club Reconstituted
Part: 22 of 31
Universe: The Pact
Summary: School begins, and brings with it new challenges for the group --
including one Amy Winston.  Will she be an ally, or an adversary?
Content: Mm oral ir

Chapter 22

	Mac and Pete put the phone tree to work -- it wasn't organized, but
everybody knew somebody.  Then the fun started...

	"Donna!" Noreen Travers yelled, "Get the phone!"  But she didn't put
the extension down -- this was a bit too interesting...

	"Hello?"

	"Darlin', you didn't give me your phone number!" Mac erupted.  "Is
this okay?"

	"MAC?!"

	"Hey, Baby!" Mac chuckled.  "Who was that who answered the phone?
Your momma?  She seemed a little... confused..."

	"Hoo boy!" Donna gasped.  "You have to be, like, the first boy EVER
to call me -- and you get Mom!"

	"Uh oh..."

	"It'll be all right," Donna assured him -- not that she believed it
herself.  "I'm really happy you called..."

	"Good!" Mac replied, then wound down.  What did you follow that up
with?  Unable to think of anything, he moved on to business, "Hey, you doing
anything tomorrow afternoon?  Like, around four?  A bunch of us were gonna go
to the flicks and maybe Wimpy's..."

	"Really?"  'A date?  Already? OMIGAWD!'  Donna could hardly breathe!

	"Yeah..."  Mac pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it.
Chicks were so weird - like he was gonna call her and ask her to go out and
then go, 'April Fool!'...

	"I, uh, probably better ask my mom.  You'd pick me up, or do I need
to get to the Cineplex..."

	"I got ya.  Once you tell me where you live..."

	"Oh!  Sure!  Hang on!"  Donna covered the mouthpiece, "MOM!"

	"Oh, shit!" Noreen gasped, covering the mouthpiece of her extension.
"Yes, Honey?"

	"Can I go to the movies tomorrow afternoon?"

	"Who with, Honey?"

	"Who's going?" Donna asked.

	"Well, it's early, and we haven't firmed stuff up," Mac replied.
"Pete and Tabitha, probably.  Tad and Anita, and Chris and whoever he was
with..."

	"Misha," Donna filled in.

	"We're askin' a bunch of others from..."  Mac paused.  "Where did you
tell your momma you was Friday night?"

	"The game," Donna replied.  "And the, uh, victory party.  Why?"

	"Because she's listening, Darlin'.  I didn't want to set you up for
anything."

	"She isn't!" Donna gasped.

	"She didn't hang up, and there's an echo..." Mac replied blandly.

	'Oh, shit!'  "Sorry, Honey!  I couldn't resist!" Noreen apologized.

	"MOM!"  Donna was scandalized!  Thank God they hadn't...

	"Well, you don't get calls from boys...  I'll... hang up now."

	"Can't we cut to the chase, Ma'am?" Mac interjected.  "If things go
right there will be a dozen of us - maybe more.  All very public.  Movies and
burgers and home early."

	Mac had Noreen at a disadvantage.  "Will there be any adults
present?"

	"Not this time," Mac replied, knowing Donna was going to get the
third degree when she got off the phone.  "Just a bunch of us - mostly from
the football team - and their girlfriends."

	"I, uh, see..."  'FOOTBALL TEAM?!?'  "I, uh, guess that will be all
right..."  Noreen knew instinctively that stopping this little outing would
be really bad for Donna's limping social life.  "So Anita's going?"

	"She's gonna get asked, anyway," Mac confirmed.

	"I guess... yeah...  that's fine, then..."  Unable to think of
anything that would add to things, Noreen hung up.

	"OMIGAWD!  I'm gonna KILL her!  You aren't mad, are you?" Donna
worried.

	"Nah, it's okay, Darlin'.  I just didn't want you sayin' anything
that might have got you in trouble.  When you yelled downstairs, it was way
too loud, so I knew she was still on..."

	"Okay!  What time?"

	"Let's say three-thirty.  I don't know which movie or anything, so if
it changes I'll call back."

	"Let me give you my cell..."  Donna gave him her cell number, text
messaging setup, and address.  "I'll be waiting!"

	"Okay!  Bye, Darlin'!"

	"Bye!"  No sooner did Donna hang up than she dashed for the stairs,
"MOTHER!  I can't BELIEVE you!"

	"Now just stop!" Noreen put up a hand.  "Who IS this boy?"

	"Mac Thornton.  He's on the football team!" Donna explained.

	"And you met - how?"

	"At the party after the game last Friday night!"

	"Who else was at this party?"

	"Anita and Misha and Miriam and Trish Horner and, um, Amy Winston,
the new girl, and..."

	"And boys?"

	"Well, yeah - it WAS a victory party!"

	"And booze?  And drugs?"

	"Oh, no!  There were like, seven or eight older people there - some
people's mothers, I think.  I didn't get any names, but I can ask...  It was
all junk food and soda pop and..." '... fucking and sucking and carrying
on...'  Donna cast about for some type of entertainment to describe, "...
music videos..."

	"Maybe you should find me one of those mothers..." Noreen advised
skeptically.  "I guess I didn't check closely enough on this.  Why does he
call you 'Darlin'?"

	Donna wrung her hands.  "We... hit it off..."

	"Oh, really?"  Suspicion came alarmingly close to fact.

	"I'll find out who the ladies were!"  Donna ran from the room and up
the stairs.  She called Anita, but the line was busy, so she called Misha.
"Misha, Mac called to ask me on a date - but Mom wants to know all about the
party!  Do you know who any of the ladies were?"

	"He did?  No, I don't...  Hang on, I've got another call..."  There
was a lengthy pause which allowed Noreen to catch up with her daughter.  She
was standing in the doorway when Misha came back on, bubbling, "Chris called
and asked if I could go to the movies with him!"

	"He did?  Omigod!  You, too?"  Donna glanced up at her mother.
"Mish, I really need to know who was there - you know, the old folks.
Parents," she amended, when her mother frowned, crossing her arms.

	"I really don't know," Misha replied.  "Maybe Miriam does..."

	"Okay, I'll call Miriam."

	"Wish me luck - I have to get permission..." Misha hung up.

	Donna dialed Miriam.  "Miriam, it's Donna.  Mom wants to know who was
at the party Friday night - you know, the parents.  The older people.  Do you
know ANY of them?"

	"Why?"

	"Mac called and asked me to the movies..."

	"That's nice..."  Did that mean that Randy was going to call?  Miriam
didn't know...

	"Mom wants to know what we were doing.  She thinks maybe we were
drinking and stuff," Donna related, eyeing her mother.

	"She'd freak, if..." Miriam mused.

	"Yeah."

	"Alyssa's mom was there," Miriam related.  "Remember the rack
thingie?"

	"That was Alyssa's mom?"

	"Oh, no, sorry - she was the one in the leather stuff."

	"Omigod!  Really?"

	"Yeah.  Let me call her," Miriam offered.  If Randy wasn't calling,
maybe...

	"Would you?  That'd be GREAT!" Donna oozed.

	"Sure, no problem," Miriam replied.  "If she doesn't want to admit to
anything, she probably knows someone else, anyway."

	"Okay, thanks!" Donna hung up and eyed her mother triumphantly.
"Miriam says she knows someone."

	"Miriam was there, too?"

	"Uh huh."

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	Miriam hopped from foot to foot for a moment, her finger hovering
over Randy's speed dial.  This was going to be awkward...  Then her phone
dial lit on its own and the phone started ringing - Randy's number!  "H-
hello?"

	"Miriam!  How's my Sweet Bitch?"

	Warmth enveloped her.  "I'm good..."  Worry dissipated.

	"Hey, I wanna take you to the flicks tomorrow at four - can you get
out?"

	Joy flooded Miriam.  All was right with the world!  "I'll check.  Is
this with, like, Donna and Mac?"

	"Probably," Randy replied.  "Pete called me - he's taking Tabitha -
but it's a group thing."

	"Donna says her mom wants to talk to an adult that was at the
party...  She thinks there might have been alcohol or drugs," Miriam related.

	"Oh.  Right.  I suppose she would shit if..."

	"Probably."  Miriam giggled.

	"Gimme her number - I'll have Mama call.  Trish's mom was there,
too."

	"Oh?  That was her?"

	"Yeah, in your favorite toy," Randy chuckled.

	"Wow!  She's BIG!"

	"Yeah.  I know some of the others, too.  You just break YOU loose and
I'll handle this."

	"Okay.  Goodbye!"  Miriam giggled like a little girl - and jumped
three feet in the air!  Her mother was standing in the doorway!

	"THAT was a boy!" Ute Fleiss declared, eyeing her daughter over her
eyeglasses.  "Wasn't it?"

	"I...  Yes, Mama."

	"And how long...?"  It was bright lights and rubber hoses time.

	"Umm, a week?  Ten days?"  Miriam knew better than to lie.

	"How many times?"

	"How many times?"

	"How many times have you seen him?" Ute demanded.

	"Besides school?"

	"Ja.  Besides school."

	Miriam counted on her fingers.  "Four?"

	"And when were you going to tell us that you were not with your
girlfriends?"

	Miriam thought back over the past two weeks.  "But I WAS, Mama -
every time!  We've never really been alone..."

	This set her mother back.  "You can prove this?"

	"I think so."  Miriam thought some more.  "Yes, I'm pretty sure."
Alyssa would cover her.  The new girl, Amy, would cover her, too.  She had a
whole list for Friday night...

	"And this boy - why have we not met him?"

	Miriam braced herself.  "He's... a schwartzer, Mama.  I was...
waiting for the right time."

	"A schwartzer!" Ute was taken aback.  "Your father will..."

	"But he's GOOD, Mama!  He's not... one of them..."

	Ute crossed her arms over her huge bust.  Ute was the German
housefrau that Miriam would become.  "And how do you know this?"

	"He has... troubles with them, Mama.  He's not in a gang.  He hangs
out with nice boys."  Miriam paused a moment, then added, "white boys."

	Ute, skeptical, eyed her.  "And has he taken you to meet HIS
parents?"

	"Yes, Mama.  I have met his mother and both of his sisters," Miriam
declared.

	Ute grunted, realizing that she'd hit another wall.  "Your father..."

	"Help me, Mama.  I love him!"

	"Hmph!  Love!  Do not tell your father THAT!" Ute warned.  "It merely
proves that you are a fool!"

	"Help me!" Miriam petitioned again.

	"I must see this one."

	"He asked me to go to the movies tomorrow afternoon..."

	"And I'm to say yes?" Ute eyed her daughter.  "Alone?"

	"No, as part of a large group," Miriam replied.  "Couples.  Several
couples.  Donna will be there - and Anita, I think.  Trish Horner, too!"

	"Where did your girlfriends all get dates?  This is strange..." Ute
mused.

	"Lightning struck..."  It was the only explanation Miriam could come
up with.

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	"MOM!" Randy roarerd.

	"Jeezus, Randy!" Adele ranted, coming in from the kitchen.  "I'm not
the maid, or a galley slave!  You don't just yell..."

	Randy thought about arguing, but that would mean a fight and might
complicate things.  "Do you remember Donna Travers?  She was there Friday
night.  White chick - runny nose?"

	"Okay..."  Adele eyed her son.

	"Her mama seems to think that the party might have been about booze
and drugs.  She was told adults were there..."

	"Not what they were DOING, I hope!" Adele burst out.

	"No..." Randy rolled his eyes.  "Chick needs an alibi, okay?  So she
can go to the movies with us tomorrow."  He flicked his eyes to Alyssa.
"Damian will probably call any minute."  Alyssa, wise in the dictates of her
role, merely nodded.

	"Okay, so I tell this woman the official tale, then - that there was
no booze and there were no drugs - but her daughter lost her cherry?" Adele
queried ironically.

	"Maybe you could leave out the last part?" Randy waxed just as
sarcastic.

	"Fine.  Give me the number."  Glaring at Randy, she dialed a phone.
"Hello?  Mrs., er, Travers?"

	"This is Donna," the voice on the other end of the line replied
uncertainly.  "Who is this?"

	"This is Ms. Haynes, Randy and Alyssa's mother.  I understand..."
Adele began.

	"Wow!  Cool!  Here..."  Donna handed the phone to Noreen, surprised
that the while thing took such a short time.  "It's Alyssa's mom."

	Noreen took the phone.  "Hello?"

	"Hi, this is Adele Hayes," Adele replied, recovering from Donna's
quick shift.  "I understand that you have questions about the party night
before last?"

	"Um, yes.  You were there?"

	"Yes.  There were several adults present - most of them mothers of
the boys," Adele related.

	"I was worried that it might be one of those wild things you see in
the movies," Noreen related.

	Adele's lips quirked.  "I doubt seriously that you would see
something like THIS party at the movies.  It was... very different."

	"I was concerned about, you know, alcohol and drugs..."

	"I can assure you that we had none of either," Adele replied.  "From
that standpoint, I'm sure it was very dull.  If you would like, I can give
you the names of some of the other parents...?"

	"Um, no, I guess my concerns are answered..." Noreen replied.

	"We'll be doing the Booster Club parties all season, probably," Adele
added.  "There won't be any drugs or alcohol.  There are other ways of having
a good time."

	"Um, yes, okay, then.  Thank you very much."  Noreen hung up.

	Adele handed the cell Randy and Alyssa shared back to Randy - and it
went off.  Randy glanced at the screen and yelled, "Sissy!" then tossed it to
Alyssa.  "Damian."  Grinning, he walked off.

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	"Nita!" Anita Shepherdson's brother Butch yelled up the stairs,
"Phone!"

	"Take a message!" Anita yelled back.  She was trying to find a way to
cover the pocks in her cheeks with makeup; she needed to be able to hold her
head up when she went out with Tad.  It was probably Donna, anyway...

	"No problem, Sis - but it's a guy!"

	"WHAT?!?"  Anita nearly broke a leg running down the staircase,
"WAIT!"  She wrestled the phone from her grinning brother, "Hello?  Tad?"

	Butch watched his sister break into a smile and turn away.  "You
called!  I know, but...  Yes.  Yes!  I'll ask - but it should be okay.
Wonderful!  Okay, bye, Tad!"

	"Tad?"  Butch cocked his head.  "Tad who?"

	"Guess!" Anita grinned from ear to ear.

	"No.  Not Tad Travis.  Not possible!"  But Anita nodded...  "No
fucking way!" Butch yelped.

	"Butch!" Anita's father roared.

	"Dad, Cheese-Slicer Mouth here is trying to tell me she just got off
the phone with the captain of the football team!" Butch argued.  "She's
lying!"

	That got Ellis Shepherdson out of his recliner.  "What was that?"

	"Daddy, Tad asked me to go to the movies with him tomorrow," Anita
went ahead and took advantage of her father's attention.

	"This Tad... is THAT Tad?" Ellis asked his daughter.  "Captain of the
football team?"

	"Yes."

	"And you met Tad Travis - where?" Butch jeered.

	"Us girls all went to this party after the football game on Friday
night," Anita related.  "Remember Daddy?  I asked if I could go..."

	"And Tad was there..."

	"And Pete Phifer, and Big Mac Thornton, and Chris Baxter and Damian
and Terence Carter - half of the team was there!" Anita insisted.  "It was a
victory party!"

	"So what happened?" her father asked.

	"We all hung out and had a good time, and I met Tad and we, you know,
hit it off..."  Anita realized that her description didn't sound believable.

	"And so he wants to go out with you."  Ellis scratched his head.

	"Ellis, I've got this."  Anita's mother, Leslie, eyed her daughter
sadly.  "Did you, um, neck or anything?"

	"Mom!"  Anita resorted to being scornful.  "There were all kinds of
people there!  Some of the guys' mothers, even, I think!"

	"Honey, when the captain of the football team wants to date a girl
like you, he wants ONE date - do you understand?" Leslie told her daughter
gently.

	"Thanks.  Thanks a LOT!"  Anita clouded up.

	"Where does he want to go?  Somewhere quiet, I'll bet..."

	"The movies - with fifteen other people!" Anita snarled.  "Then for
burgers at Wimpy's - THE place to get seen in this town!  You guys suck!"
Tears started pouring down her face.

	The phone rang.  Butch grabbed it.  "It's Misha."  He handed the
phone to Anita.

	"Chris called me!  We're going to the movies!" Misha squealed.

	"Tad called me!" Anita wailed, "but my folks think he wants to take
me somewhere for sex!"

	"What's this?" Ellis frowned.

	"Chris Baxter is taking Misha!  Where are we all gonna do this?"
Anita wondered aloud.  Going back to the phone, she told Misha, "Don't tell
your folks!  They'll think there is a conspiracy!  We're not supposed to ever
date!"

	"I'm not!" Misha replied.  "Mom's working, anyway!"

	"Who's Chris Baxter?" Leslie asked her son.

	"Place kicker," Butch related shortly.  He poked the speaker button.
"Misha, what would Chris Baxter see in you?"

	"He likes short girls!" Misha snapped.  "Anita, Honey, are you all
right?"

	"No!  My family is full of assholes!" Anita howled, and ran up the
stairs.

	"Wow!  You guys SUCK!"  Misha hung up.

	Leslie and Ellis eyed one another.  "Nothing good can come of this,"
Leslie murmured, "but if we tell her no, it will live forever as us standing
in the way of her one big break..."

	"What's the worst that can happen?" Ellis asked.

	"Rape."

	"Not if she's prepared."

	"I'll talk to her."  Leslie headed upstairs.

	Anita was crying on her bed - but the door wasn't locked.

	"We're just trying to keep you safe," Leslie began lamely.

	"You're SO wrong!" Anita sniffled.  "SO wrong!"

	"Honey, he dates cheerleaders," Leslie argued.  "Doesn't he?"

	"He HATES them!  They're shallow!" Anita retorted.  "They just hang
off him to be popular!"

	"Honey, I mean really!  I would be the last person in the world to
belittle you, but..."

	"Then DON'T!  Is it my braces?  Tad says he wore a retainer for THREE
YEARS!"

	"Really?"

	"REALLY!"

	Leslie sighed.  "Sweetheart, your father and I won't stop this - we
know what will happen if we do.  But you need to be careful..."

	"I'll wear a chastity belt!" Anita snarled.  "Okay?"

	Leslie raised her hands and stepped back.  "Good luck, Sweetheart."
She turned and walked out.

	Anita gathered herself and followed her mother as far as the phone,
then carefully dialed Tad's number.  "Tad?"

	"Anita?"

	"My folks think you just want my cherry!"

	"Oh.  But..."

	"They say I can go - they just expect me to come home ruined."

	"Let's try to avoid that," Tad said quietly.

	"Okay."

	"Where do you live?  I'll pick you up..."

	"Maybe you shouldn't," Anita replied, eyeing her family.  "I'll meet
you at Donna's.  Donna and Mac are going, aren't they?"

	"Mac started this."

	"Good.  Maybe you can ride with Mac.  We'll be a foursome."  Anita
glared around her.

	"That's fine.  Hey, I'm sorry..."

	"YOU didn't do anything!"

	"Okay.  Three-thirty tomorrow then.  We'll have a good time -
promise!"

	"I'm looking forward to it," Anita declared.

	Fortunately, the others didn't have to go through this...

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	Several mats decorated the floor of the playroom.  Fred was knelt up
on one with Eddie Ray over him in the classic amateur wrestling start
position.  Both were nude.  Nicky, sitting on the edge of the pool table,
yelled, "Go!" and the pair started tugging and straining against one another.

	They were forty-five minutes into Fred's first practice, and just
getting to the point where real competition was possible.  Eddie Ray was
amazed at Fred's rate of pickup - but the real reason was Amy, who was
relaying the gestalt of Eddie Ray's teaching points to Fred much better than
Eddie Ray could using her special abilities.  She and Toby were there, but
staying out of the way, allowing Nicky to act as referee.  Nicky was thrilled
to death with the job, too!

	Both contestants were tired - especially Fred, who was using muscles
in unaccustomed ways.  The flip side was the fact that he HAD the muscles -
and the will to use them.

	"Here it comes," Amy whispered, deep into the pair's gestalt.  Eddie
Ray made a little leap that carried his weight over Fred's back while holding
his arm - and Fred found himself in a hammerlock!  Eddie Ray attempted to
press his advantage, pushing Fred's wrist toward his neck...

	... But he lacked the strength.  Fred pushed and his elbow began to
straighten.  Eddie Ray tried to double up, but to do it he had to sacrifice
his balance - and Fred twisted out from under him, taking one of his legs
with him in a sweep.  There was a flurry of movement and Fred was on top and
Eddie Ray was fighting not to have his shoulders pinned!

	Toby glanced at Amy, who sensed it and met his eyes, shaking her
head.  No, she hadn't interfered.

	Fred tried a little psych warfare, leaning in and singsonging,
"You're gonna blow me!  You're gonna blow me!"  Nicky, down on the floor
close by in order to confirm the fall, giggled.

	Fred and Eddie Ray had been surprised at the addition to their little
training camp, but Toby had explained it, "You need a trainer.  One of you is
going to win and one is going to lose - and the loser will want relief,
too..."

	Eddie Ray, hard-pressed, went through his inventory of counters.  He
had to get Fred off his left leg WITHOUT touching both shoulders to the
mat...  It was a near thing; Eddie Ray managed to lift his left shoulder and
put his heel on Fred's instep and push off, causing Fred's leg to slide and
his position to collapse.  Then he was up, rolling in the opposite direction
and taking the off-balance Fred over with him.  "Shit!" Fred howled as he
found himself on his back.  Eddie Ray, cobra-quick, got Fred's ass in the air
and Nicky slapped the mat.  "Shit, shit, shit!" Fred ranted.

	Eddie Ray, infused with a fine aggressive shot of adrenaline, whipped
around to put his crotch in Fred's face, "Shut up and suck!"

	The loss made it easy; Fred reached up and pulled the teen's hips in
closer so he could wrap his lips around his erection.  Both of them had been
hard forever...

	"Ahhh!"  Eddie Ray luxuriated in the liquid embrace of Fred's lips
and mouth and eyed Fred's meat, thinking about reciprocating despite the fact
that he had no requirement - but Nicky crawled forward and took Fred's
erection in hand, his eyes glowing.  Eddie Ray laughed; clearly, he could
just enjoy the suck...

	Amy shook herself and her eyes unglazed.  "No wonder you guys like
that!"

	Toby chuckled quietly.  "From what I can tell, girls like it more!"

	"Maybe," Amy mused, "but I underestimated the whole power struggle
thing.  It's so easy for that drive to make you predatory..."  She began to
understand the drivers behind the far side of the incident involving the loss
of her virginity.  "Competition like this..." she waved at the floor, "just
emphasizes the whole alpha male thing.  When you add in the way sex drives
you..."  Girls didn't understand, she realized.  They needed to be approached
properly and aroused - and, in many cases, they needed to see more than sex
on the horizon.  But guys were ALWAYS aroused, to a certain extent - and the
approach - ANY approach - was enough!  It was a wonder more guys weren't
gay...

	Applied to that fateful night when she lost her virginity, the
thought process clarified things.  Reid Michaels had been an alpha male - the
king of his local pecking order.  It was his JOB to fuck as many girls as
possible.  Amy had reacted instinctively to that power and charisma without
realizing that any attention that she was going to get from the boss lion in
the pride would be momentary and fleeting, then overreacted when he judged
her to be lacking as lead female and made to pass her off to one of his
lieutenants.  Was it fair?  Maybe not.  Was it handled well?  Hell, no!  Was
it natural selection, more or less?  Yes.

	"You okay?" Toby asked.

	"Yeah.  Hold me."  She settled back into his arms.  Toby was an
'Invisible Alpha' - his mental powers made him king of the hill whether he
wanted to be or not.  They were mated, too - she could pretend otherwise, but
Toby was the only boy she could, ultimately, respect since she could
manipulate virtually any other male.  She understood her role, too - and it
wasn't to dance from male to male.  She and Toby were both 'facilitators' -
an intervention made by nature to help resolve a problem that 'civilization'
had inflicted upon itself.

	The trio of males in front of her was a prime example of the nature
of the problem.  Homosexual behavior, at first glance, had no place from a
natural selection standpoint - but it was on the rise.  Why?  It was a
reaction to the 'scarcity' environment caused by modern civilization.  Gays
weren't alpha males by nature - and 'tops' were more likely to be bisexual.
So what was going on?  Females weren't scarce...

	No, they weren't - but they'd grown long fangs.  Culturally, females
were reaching for - and attaining - rights previously associated with males -
and they were aggressive about it, or at least those leading the charge were.
The result was an environment where females were untouchable and a direct and
omnipresent threat, protected by law and custom and just as likely as not to
USE that body of law and custom to 'stick it in the face' of a male - with
potentially ruinous consequences.

	Less than alpha males, unable to cope, fell back on the half of the
race that they at least understood the rules for.  They could get comfort,
affection - or, at least, sexual gratification - from another male, merely by
submitting to him - and they were going to do that, anyway...  Other males
were... safe...

	Add in the fact that aggressive behavior was, more and more, viewed
by society as an evil thing, to be repudiated or limited to certain narrow
channels, and even more cultural pressure was brought to bear.  Boys ran in
packs, with their own pecking orders, that provided them protection in
numbers and secrecy - or they saw themselves as less than female...

	Girls had it worse, in some ways.  Physical beauty was a prime
attractor - it worked, from a natural selection standpoint, and had for a
long time.  But beautiful women were now seriously dangerous to males - and
there was a trickle-down effect that covered the less than perfect, too.  ALL
women were dangerous - the laws created for the beautiful people applied to
the less than beautiful, too, and timid girls had no better method of
advertizing their presence than timid males.  People were afraid to even talk
to one another, for fear that sexual harassment would raise its ugly head as
a charge.  Instead, they met through mating services that negotiated away the
issues and threw strangers together under the premise that 'you both want
this' -- which stripped away some of the barriers, at least.  And girls had
ALWAYS only been safe with other girls...

	Mother Nature wasn't thrilled - her premiere species on this little
blue ball had painted itself into a corner.  Behaviors created to allow
relatively few individuals to cope with their environment were seeing use by
ten to fifteen percent of the population.  Birth rates were going down.  Odd
things were happening.  Breeding new levels of sensitivity into the male was
backfiring.  Intelligence seemed to be creating a new form of stupidity.  It
was time to roll the evolutionary dice...  and 'facilitators' roamed the
Earth.

	Amy realized that they wouldn't be able to fix much; Nicky, for
instance, was a 'bottom's bottom'; he'd have been a homosexual in any case.
Eddie Ray probably wouldn't have been, in an environment where sex from
females was more readily available than it was from males.  Fred was
bisexual, both from the standpoint that he had physical needs and not enough
supply, and because he had a submissive streak - whether he was in denial
about it or not.  Amy watched the trio pleasuring each other, happy, each
clearly understanding his role in an unthreatening environment, and felt sad.
She didn't understand the depths of the situation - she hadn't put it all
together yet -- but she understood the symptoms and the treatment.

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	Nicky didn't mind at all.  He had a huge, hard, chocolate colored
pole to worship and was having the time of his life!  Sure, Fred had lost his
bout with Eddie Ray - but either of them could have bent Nicky into a
pretzel; he was happy to service Fred.

	Fred was 'in the zone.'  Sucking a cock wasn't a big thing if you
tuned your mindset - and Fred had lost to Eddie Ray.  Therefore, this was
Eddie Ray's due.  Now, it was about doing a good job and making Eddie Ray
happy and satisfied - and knowing that HE could manipulate Eddie Ray just by
the way he provided him pleasure.  It was how women did it - and it worked
for men, too.

	Eddie Ray finished first, hunching and grunting as he spewed into
Fred's mouth.  Fred swallowed it down and teased Eddie Ray's super-sensitive
glans with his lips and tongue, intensifying his pleasure until the teen had
to disengage due to overload.  Then, grinning, he turned his full attention
on Little Nicky.

	Nicky knew instantly that he had Fred's attention and he locked eyes
with him and ramped up his efforts as best he could.  Nicky wanted the big
hard-muscled guy to be HAPPY!

	Fred ruffled the kid's curls.  Hell, the kid might as well have been
a girl!  Fred was willing to wager that he would act like a girl - and
probably fuck like one, too.  This was the vision he'd always had of himself
as a gay - but the reality, here in front of his face, told him that his
worries were groundless; he would never slip that far down the slope.  This
kid was born to suck dick - more so than a woman, even, because the little
shit knew EXACTLY what he was doing!  Fred wondered vaguely how Nicky would
compare to a woman when butt-fucking...  Any encouragement at all led to the
kid to work even harder at gobbling his cock.  The kid clearly couldn't deep
throat, but he was gagging himself trying.  Pretty soon, Fred's balls began
to rumble; Nicky could tell because Fred's stomach muscles developed a
serious ridge and everything seemed to get tight, so he was ready when the
underside of Fred's cock started pulsing and cum started pouring into his
mouth.  He sucked and pumped and rolled his head back and forth encouraging
Fred's meat lance to continue to pump as long as possible - long after it
stopped actually pumping semen - maximizing the big black man's enjoyment.

	"Okay, Squirt," Fred rumbled, putting a hand on Nicky's shoulder to
hold him off, "You did a good fuckin' job, but I think we're done for now."
The kid seemed reluctant to let go...  Turning his attention to Eddie Ray, he
asked, "Well?  We gonna go again?"

	Eddie Ray shook his head.  "I don't think we ought to overdo it.  You
did great, but you're probably gonna hurt tomorrow.  How about we go at it
again Tuesday?  I've got school - and football practice - but I'll try to
hold out some energy so we can spar."

	"Yeah, okay," Fred grunted. "What about you, Squirt?  You busy
Tuesday?"

	"Uh uh!  I'll be here!  Five-thirty?"

	Fred eyed Eddie Ray and the two of them nodded agreement, shifting
their attention to Toby.  Amy was putting up a field that got her more or
less ignored.  "That work for you?"

	"Yes," Amy muttered, and Toby echoed the answer in a louder voice.
This was one of the difficulties of their situation - the 'reader' was of the
opposite sex from the subjects, and therefore introduced changes in their
reactions.  It was similar to the relativistic principle that said that an
observer changes the system being observed merely by making the observation.

	"Awright."  Fred eyed them.  "When you gonna just tell us where this
place is?"

	"One of these days, maybe," Toby replied.  "One of these days."

	"Let's get a shower," Fred waved at Eddie Ray and they headed for the
bathroom.  Nicky tagged along, clearly wishing he'd planned to be able to
join them...

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	Later, after they'd dropped Fred and Eddie Ray, Amy again engaged
Nicky at the 'just us girls' level.  Nicky was jubilant; clearly a fantasy
had been realized.  "Did you see those guys?  All those muscles -- all that
sweat!  It was HOT!" Nicky exclaimed.  Toby stayed out of it, letting Amy
carry the ball.

	When Toby finally got home, after dropping Amy off, there was a
message on hte home machine from Hank, "Hey, Man -- I lost your cell number.
Did you hear about the big team outing tomorrow?"  Toby listened to the
message, sighed, and called Amy...