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.