Closets

What follows is a work of gay erotic fiction. It contains scenes of sex between males. If that offends you, if it is illegal where you are, or if you are underage, you must stop reading now.

CLOSETS

Chapter five

THE CONTEST

I felt hands gripping my hard cock, and one set pumped it while another fondled my balls and stroked my thighs. The feeling was sublime. I was soon lost in the sensation of the expert hand-job, and my eyes closed. I heard a shout, though, in just a few minutes.

"That's one for Bryce!"

Just then, I felt the tremors of an eruption within my own testicles. A powerful eruption racked my groin, sending semen shooting two feet high over the table. There was a smattering of applause.

"And one for Jamie, too."

A chalk-board appeared, and the score was posted, Bryce and Jamie, one to one.

I felt a warm, wet cloth envelop my loins as expert hands mopped me up. Then someone slid a pillow under my head, and someone else brought me a drink of cool water in a cup with a straw.

"Gotta keep you hydrated," the stranger commented.

I thought perhaps I might be left alone at this point for a while, but it was not to be. Someone brought a blindfold and tied it around my eyes. Another lifted my knees and placed a bolster under them, bringing my back down flat onto the table-top. I must admit, I was completely comfortable after that. Though unable to see anyone, I could hear quite clearly as a number of men moved around me over the next several hours. Much of what they were saying was admiring commentary on my body, quite flattering and erotic, really, but very odd. Various body parts were compared to their equivalents on my late father and grandfather, both of whom seem to have been intimately known here, though in the case of my father, not for some time. But I was also being compared with Bryce. Both of us had our advocates, but to my surprise, the consensus seemed to be that we were in a dead heat physically. Admittedly, I was not unaware of being considered good-looking. But somehow, I never placed myself in the same category of the thoroughbreds that Bryce, and even Calvin and Lonnie, are physically.

"Are we allowed to touch him?" a voice asked timidly.

"Hell, yeah, touch anything you want," answered another.

I felt fingers stroke my calf and ankle hesitantly. My dick began to plump again. The fingers became a bit bolder, then moved to my left foot. My breathing quickened. Next, I was treated to a slow and heavenly foot massage. I could tell that others were standing around watching as the man worked diligently. Then other hands began to caress my right thigh, still others my left one. More hands caressed and massaged my scalp and temples, more still my shoulders, then pectorals. It was almost too much to endure. Though no one had returned yet to my genital area, my phallus rose proudly to a forty-five degree angle over my navel. Conversation turned to it.

Some lamented my being cut at birth. Others were glad to have the sculptural perfection of my cock-head on display un-hooded. Someone wished I hadn't been shaved. Others remarked on what a nice job it was. How hot I looked all groomed for sex.

Then I felt a presence between my knees. "I'm going to suck that," said a young male voice.

"Well, don't you swallow!" responded another, gruffer one, sounding like Jake from the bar. "I have to keep this score. Tell you what, you draw it out, then pass it to me to verify."

A warm, wet mouth engulfed my cock. I didn't know who this guy was, but he was damn good. He worked on the top third for several minutes before beginning to take my whole dick into his throat. There was a murmur of appreciation for his ability to deep-throat such a big, thick dick. Under the encouragement, he seemed determined to demonstrate his skills to the maximum, causing me to squirm my hips and moan in appreciation.

The scalp and temple massage partially displaced my blindfold, and I found that I could see a little. The young man crouching over my hips was the fellow I supposed to be a marine, the one who won his match and was sucked off by his friend earlier. His light-colored military haircut showed gleaming white scalp underneath as it bobbed up and down on my member. Two or three guys were fondling his ass and thighs as he worked, too. To this side, his buddy grinned at him, kneeling naked on my table.

"I'll take care of the other one. Keep it fair," he said, and trotted off toward Bryce.

"Ohhhh, Goddd," I heard from Bryce's table a moment later.

But I was groaning myself by that time. I needed to shoot this load.

I heard Lonnie's voice. "Give his balls a good tug."

Someone grasped my entire scrotum in a big paw and pulled quite firmly. At the same moment, I let loose a torrent of cum into the mouth of the marine. He clamped down on my dick and received every drop of it.

Peeking out of my blindfold, I saw him turn to the side as Jack leaned over toward him (also still stark naked). The two kissed long and deeply as the marine transferred my semen to Jack's appreciative mouth.

"Mmm. Nice one. Two for Jamie."

There was a loud, guttural, almost primal grunt from the next table.

"Check this out, here, Jack. We got one for you here, too."

After a moment, Jack said, "And two for Bryce. Damn, guys, I got about ten million good-looking baby-seeds right here in my mouth! Taste damn good, too!"

After a little oral clean-up by my marine, the sucking ceased, but the fondling and massaging continued without let-up. Then, I heard a clunk as something was set onto the table between my legs.

"Oh, we're gettin' serious now!"

"Yeah, got out the heavy equipment."

"That ought to do the trick." And other similar comments.

My dick was grabbed and inserted into a tube-like apparatus. The thing was turned on, and it began a relentless sucking and jacking of my dick. Someone began to fiddle with the controls, and it got faster until it was really thrashing my dick, then slower.

"Tell us when it feels best."

"Now!" I grunted as the sensation returned to a pleasant and erotic level of manipulation.

Then, they just went off and left the damn thing running.

Well, someone seemed to be watching at all times, because half an hour later, when I ejaculated again, there was someone to report it immediately.

"Got a gusher over here!"

But the fondling was abandoned for several hours. Maybe the guys were getting it on with one another, or trying to get some sleep someplace. I dozed off myself, with the jacking machine still pulsing away at my dick.

A hand caressing my shoulder awakened me. This one was trying to get my attention gently. Lips were near my ear.

"You doing O. K.?" I was able to see enough to recognize the face, and the voice. It was Bryce's father, Dalton. "Because we can stop this anytime, if you want," he finished.

Damnation. Someone who had known me all my life, my Grand-daddy's best friend's son, was seeing me strapped to a pool table buck naked with an automatic jacking machine whacking me off. This was embarrassing. But I had to tough it out.

"No problem, I'm fine," I answered as bravely as I could. "Thanks, though."

He moved away, and I peeked to see where he went. He was over at Bryce's table, leaning over his son. There was a jacking machine attached to Bryce, too, flailing away at his big, erect dick. Wow, I thought, now that must really be embarrassing, having his own father see him like this. The two were talking quietly to one another. Dalton leaned down further and kissed his son gently on the lips, then turned and walked away.

I don't know what came over me, but I started to cry.

My relationship with my father was always good, I thought, at least until he left home. After that, I had some resentment against him, and I guess I didn't try too hard to see how he was suffering. He was always gentle and understanding with me, and in the end, I wasn't nearly as gentle and understanding with him. Of course, I was just a kid then. But I wished I could have another chance.

I longed to have my father kiss me like that.

My weeping was quiet, and the blindfold absorbed the tears. But they continued to roll forth until I had cried myself to sleep.

Somewhere in the twilight between waking and sleeping, another memory came to me. It was the same visit I had remembered earlier, but something more. I was returning from the lake to the cabin, just after dark. We'd had a long day, and I knew dinner would be ready soon. I heard low voices off the path, behind a large shrub, next to the well pump-house, and I turned aside to see if it was Dad looking for me.

It was Dad, all right. He was naked, of course, as we all were, and backed up against the side of the pump-house, one foot resting on the wall, knee bent. Bryce's dad, Dalton, leaned against the wall, too, one hand on each side of Dad's chest. Their eyes were locked. Both men had enormous, erect penises, angled in toward one another and touching at the heads. Dalton's elbows bent, and his strong arms lowered his body closer to my dad's until they lay pressed against one another, front to front, nose to nose. Dalton's mouth closed upon Dad's in a deep, passionate kiss. I saw his ass muscles clench, his back flex. Frozen in time, eternal, I saw the past and the future in a moment.

I saw how beautiful our fathers were. I saw Bryce and me as we would look in twenty-five years. I saw how deep, how devastating their love for one another was. I saw the wracking pain and killing joy of man loving man, as it has been through the centuries.

I envied them. I feared them. I ached for them. I loved them.

I felt a presence beside me. It was Grand-daddy, come looking for me, and for a second I was struck with dread. He had caught me spying on Daddy, but he had also caught Daddy kissing Dalton. I looked up at him hesitantly.

But Grand-daddy had a crinkle in his eye. He put a finger to his lips, shushing me, and gestured me to come with him. Quietly, we found the path and returned to the cabin. I said nothing, waiting.

"Your daddy and Dalton want to be alone a little bit," said Grand-daddy. "Don't worry-it's O. K. Let's get the table ready. They'll be up in a minute."

And they were.

Now, lying there naked and being milked by machine, the tears trying unsuccessfully to roll down my cheeks, I wondered: was this an authentic memory, or was it a vision? Was it reality, premonition, or wishful thinking? I did not know. But something had shifted inside me. I had a new appreciation, a new love, for both my father and my grandfather.

I don't know how long I slept after that. I awoke when the milking machine was being removed. As soon as it was gone, my dick took a nose dive to the pool-table top, now covered in plastic. It seemed as if Willie wanted to catch some zzz's.

They left me alone for a bit, and I caught more zzz's, too. The next thing I knew, Lonnie was with me, and he was stroking me up. The blindfold was gone, and I opened my eyes. Lonnie was studying my face anxiously.

No 'good morning' or 'how are you' from my master. "We need one more, stud," he stated anxiously. "You boys are tied, and it's a quarter to six."

"I don't know if I..."

"Oh, there's got to be a little more in there somewhere! Just a few drops is all it takes, just enough to get credit for the cum."

He was stroking my dick rather desperately.

"I think you might want to lay off the head, Lon, it could be counter-productive."

He slid down and stroked the shaft only, while massaging my balls, which felt like they had been run over by a truck.

"You've got seven cums, which I would have thought would do it. But Bryce has matched you cum for cum all night."

I didn't remember anything like seven cums-I must have shot a few in my sleep.

"You got a dildo?"

"Yeah, there's one around here somewhere."

"Well, time is short. Get it and press my prostate. I think that's your only hope at this point."

Lonnie disappeared and two of his henchmen took over the task of manhandling my cock and balls. My dick was hard enough now, but I suspected my balls were dry as bones.

Lonnie returned with a large, glow-in-the-dark rubber phallus with glitter inside it. He also had a tube of lube, which he hastily applied to my backside rather sloppily.

"Untie his feet there, Ralph. He's not going anywhere, and I need to get his butt lifted up a bit."

The straps came off of my ankles, and hands hoisted my feet up to their shoulder level, rotating my ass up a bit. I felt the spongy head of the dong press against my anus. Lonnie sort of dabbed at it, pressing harder on each jab as my sphincter loosened. Once the head popped in, though, he totally ignored my gasp and groan of pain and began probing. On about the fourth jab, the pain had subsided, and he hit pay dirt. I felt the most rapturous sensation deep in my lower gut. The jacking and massaging continued, and the pressure held. I began to pant. For about four minutes, my system tried to expel semen, to no avail. I was on the brink of orgasm, all my interior sperm-pumps spinning at full speed, but finding no fluid to expel. Finally, in a gut-wrenching spasm, I felt a small ripple of orgasm let loose. Three little drops of cum oozed out of the head of my dick. It wasn't much, but it was a cum, which Jack verified loudly.

During the last part of my ordeal, I could hear Bryce groaning loudly at the next table. It sounded as if he was trying to pass a large kidney stone or give birth to a toddler over there. I gathered that a similar heroic effort was being made on him to restore the tie. At last, there was a guttural, cave-manish shout, and some encouraged whooping from the men of his cum-crew.

"He's cumming!" they called. "Get over here, Jack!"

There was a moment of silence. I could see Jack's naked backside as he leaned over Bryce's midsection for close-up examination.

"No cum."

"What? Whaddaya mean, 'no cum'" There was a clamor of disputing voices.

"I can neither see nor taste any cum on that cock. It's a dry cum, doesn't count," Jack declared with finality. "It's six o'clock. The winner is Jamie, with eight cums."

My side danced and whooped, the other group groaned and complained. My wrist restraints were removed, and I struggled to sit up. There were still about thirty guys left in the game room, at least half of them naked. Many were paying up bets, and there was a gradual exodus as they went on their way to prepare for the coming day. Lonnie helped me down from the table gently.

"I sure owe you one, Buck-O," I said.

"Now, now," he crooned, "Let's not get hasty. I hope you haven't been lying there plotting revenge all night."

I grinned. "No, not revenge. Reward. That was the most I've ever cum in one night, I think. It was fun. Thanks."

Lonnie beamed with relief. His ministrations to me became even more gentle. Bryce and Calvin came up, smiling, though in Bryce's case, rather tiredly.

"Good show, Jamie. Congratulations." He grasped my hand firmly, then pulled me to him in a strong hug. I felt his chest and stomach against mine, even his meaty, cock pressing against mine-both limp as dishrags. He pulled back and looked me over. "I'm glad to see your unit is as red and worn-out as mine!" And it was. Both our cocks were a dark, purplish red color. I doubted either of us would be troubled with unwanted erections today.

Calvin and Lonnie led their champions off to the gang showers, where a dozen or so men were already washing themselves. They made room for us, though, and as we stood under the warm, rushing water, several sets of soapy hands shaved, shampooed, and washed us, gently and thoroughly. Then Calvin and Lonnie dried us, and we separated to return to our rooms. Lonnie had made a quick run to the house to get fresh clothes for me. He also had a table set in the room, with fresh coffee, orange juice, and bagels with cream cheese. We ate, and then we climbed into the bed together for a couple of hours of shut-eye. Lonnie was very willing just to cuddle without further stimulating my worn-out drilling equipment.

Calvin rapped at the door around 9:30, with the news that Bryce also had the 11:00 appointment at the attorney's office. He would meet us downstairs in twenty minutes. So we toured the facility a bit more while we waited, starting with the gym at the other end of the building. It was open to all three floors, and was a true "gym"- nasium, because its users were required to exercise naked. A running track surrounded the upper perimeter, with several naked joggers having their morning run. There were two pick-up basketball games also underway down below, all the players naked and even barefoot. They designated their teams by having one side wear a sweatband on their head.

We passed a naked yoga class underway in one of the multi-purpose rooms, and there were "spinning" and "dancercise" sessions, too. The weight room and the cardio center, well equipped with free weights, Nautilus machines, and a variety of cycling, stair-climbing, rowing, and cross-training machines and gliders, were busy with buff- looking male bodies glowing with their morning activity.

Perhaps we could fit in a work-out ourselves, a bit later. For the moment, though, we had an appointment. We found Bryce in the lobby and headed for the Caddy together.