We finished breakfast and I got busy on my projects and Hank on his. We worked away, grabbed a quick bite for lunch and went back at it. There was some rumbling up and down the hall from Frank about the punishment he was going to dole out when he found out who had done that to his room. I began to wonder if he would check fingerprints on the cups in the trash can, or if they had been removed. I was what-ifing again! Damn it!
Next thing I knew Hank was telling me that it was time for the Ultimate Man competition. I wondered what the fuck Frank had planned for this one.
Then I looked at my schedule on my phone and saw that Mark was due over around 7 pm. I hastily scribbled a note to Mark to stick on the board outside our room. I pulled on a pair of the white briefs that Hank had gotten for me and said, "Ready?"
Hank laughed as he pulled on his briefs and said, "The question is, are you ready?" He had his wonderful smile on his face. I loved the way he looked in his tightie whities. He really filled in the front and had a nice pouch.
He kept telling me how hot I was. But looking at him, it was still difficult to think I could be considered hot. We walked down the hall. There were quite a few guys coming out of their rooms and heading down to the hall to the common room. We got there and saw that the place was packed with people.
One end of the room had been all cleared of furniture. There were four guys standing there in their briefs and I figured they were fellow contestants. There was Billy, Todd, and two guys I knew were from our floor, but couldn't remember their names. Hank kept giving me a bad time about remembering people's names. It was always a difficult thing for me.
The four guys were standing around nervously laughing at each other, trying to figuring out what to do with their hands. They would clasp them in front of their crotches, then get self-conscious and then move them someplace else.
Hank and I moved over with the other four. Billy and Todd waived waved and said "Hi," nervously. The other two reached out their hands and introduced themselves as Evan and Brian. The other end of the end of the room was laughing, joking and pointing at us. Mostly guys, but there were a couple of girls there as well.
I felt fine with this. I was getting used to this from my modeling stuff for photography. I looked at the other guys. Todd's briefs weren't quite as white as the rest. Not that they were stained or anything they were just dingier than the rest. I wondered if that reflected his financial status. I would probably have had to borrow briefs if I didn't know Hank. I would not have had enough money to buy any.
That made me think of the horny sales clerk that we had first purchased underwear from. I mentally shook my head. So much had changed since then.
I was brought out of my reverie as Frank entered the room. There were cat calls, clapping and a couple of boos. He held up his hands like an announcer at a fight or something.
Finally everyone quieted down and Frank spoke. "We are here for the Ultimate Man Contest." A roar of approval greeted that statement.
"Throughout history, men have competed to see who was the strongest, the fastest, the most athletic. The Olympics are but the most famous of these competitions. Here tonight we have our own version, to determine which of our contestants deserves the title of 'Ultimate Man.'" By now the contestants and the audience were rolling their eyes as Frank laid it on thick.
"These six men have come forward and earned the right to participate in this event." I wondered what the others had done to "earn" the right to be here. "There are five feats of strength and endurance." Loud shouting again, like some kind of medieval tournament or something. I was surprised I didn't hear a "hazaaa Huzzah!" in there.
"Each round will be scored with five points going to the winner, four for the second and so forth until the loser gets zero points." He looked around the room.
"The first competition is a feat of speed and strength." He paused dramatically. "I should tell you, men, that there are additional feats of strength coming, so you may want to pace yourself through this first one." He smiled at everyone in the room, as if he was somehow being clever. "On my mark, you will drop to the ground and give me 50 pushups. The person who completes the 50 in the shortest amount of time is the winner, then the next and so forth. If someone drops out, they are considered in last place. If someone else drops out, it will be dependent on their time and then number they have completed to determine their position in the standings."
He looked at all of us, "Everyone understand the goal?" The six of us nodded our heads or said yes.
"Okay, I need six counters." Hands went up and he counted off six people, five guys and a gal. He positioned them in front of each of us. He held the stop watch and a clip board, ready to record the information.
"On you mark," pause, "get set," longer pause, "Go!"
We dropped to the ground and I began pumping them out. This was something Hank and I had to do so often that 50 would seem like nothing. I heard the guy in front of me counting out my numbers nice and loud. The audience was calling out encouragement to the various challengers. I heard my name amongst the names yelled and appreciated it.
I heard my guy chanting, "45, 46, 47, 48, 49, and 50!" with a crescendo of a yell. I stopped and hopped up. I saw that Hank had beaten me and was beaming at me. I looked at Frank, he was busy writing down times. I looked at the others.
Evan was at 30, Brian, at 35, Todd was at 25 and Billy was struggling at 15. All of them were slowing down but Brian was pushing on. I knew he was going to make it and possibly Evan, but I didn't know about Billy and Todd. It was pretty obvious from my first poker game with them at the beginning of the semester that they worked harder on partying than fitness.
Billy caved in at 21. Todd somehow made it to 45 and Evan and Brian both made 50, although Brian got there first.
Frank announced the winner and raised Hank's hand high, like the boxing champ. He looked so good! He was beaming at me. I knew it was because of how well I had done. Frank thanked the counters and they moved back into the crowd.
"Okay, let's give the arms a rest and work on the legs." He moved out 6 cement blocks two at a time. He stood them on end.
"This challenge is for strength, endurance and balance. You will stand on one foot on the brick. Last one standing is the winner." That seemed awfully easy. "Blindfolded."
Six more volunteers were brought forward to blindfold us. Each was checked by another to make sure that we could not see out at all. Mine was tied tightly and I could not see anything. We were helped up onto the brick and steadied by the volunteer.
Finally, Frank, came the countdown and nearly screamed, "Go!"
The volunteer backed away and I felt very wobbly. I had my hands out to my sides trying to balance, but it was not easy. I heard someone fall and then another. Lots of laughter. Frank was calling out the losers. "Evan and Todd are out." Billy stepped down soon after, then Brian. I went almost immediately after that and then Hank jumped down of his own accord.
Points were added up and read out by Frank, "Hank -- 10 Kyle -- 8 Evan - 2 Brian - 6 Billy - 2 Todd - 1"
Great cheering for the scores.
"Okay, our next one is another feat of strength and endurance." He looked at all of us. We had removed our blindfolds and we looked around smiling.
"You will each be given 2 buckets of sand. The object, as is so often depicted in military movies, is to hold them out at arm's length from your body. We are simply going for time again here."
"Do you understand, boys?" He seemed to emphasize the word "boys."
When we all agreed, he produced the buckets from the counter behind him. They had been covered by a sheet until then. They were simple gallon buckets filled with sand. Two buckets were placed in front of each of us. We were lined up facing Frank.
He gave us the countdown and we picked up our buckets and began holding them out. This was much more difficult and I could feel the strain after only a short time. While we concentrated on holding out the buckets, Frank was creating quite a scene. He had stepped behind us and began talking about our backsides. "Look how Todd, there has his cheeks clinched together. I bet I could put a quarter in there and it would never slip out." There was much laughter and hooting from the gallery.
He proceeded to poke fun at each of us, commenting as we flexed and clinched our butts. He invited one of the girls up to give him an opinion on who's was the tightest. I felt her hands roaming over my ass, but it had no affect on me as I concentrated on holding the pails.
I knew I was sweating. Not surprisingly, Billy crapped out first, letting out a big whoosh as he nearly dropped the pails. Next was Todd.
Now Frank was moving down the line of the remaining four and pulling down the backs of our briefs to show off our asses. This brought on whistles and cat calls from the audience and caused Brian to lower his arms. He put down the pails and pulled up his briefs, blushing as he did so.
He Frank started pointing out the sweat dripping down our sides from our armpits. "Bet it is going to get a bit rank in here," he commented. He asked for another volunteer to pull up our briefs. I wondered by the laughter who it was. All I know is when they got to me, they pulled them up so high as to give me a wedgie.
Evan grunted and lowered his arms. Frank announced that it had been 20 minutes. Hank dropped out moments later and I figured he had done that to let me have the win. I lowered my arms and began flopping them around the get the circulation back.
The scores were now:
Hank -- 14 Kyle -- 13 Evan - 5 Brian - 8 Billy - 2 Todd - 2
"Next we have a mixed feat of strength, endurance and natural ability." We all looked at Frank. He went to the wall opposite of us and folded out 5 panels from the wall. They went from the floor to about waist high, creating dividers about three feet apart like the ones between urinals in a men's room. He set 6 tall glasses on the floor, one in each space formed by the panels. He then moved to the opposite wall and uncovered a line of cords and belts, gesturing for us to follow him over there.
"Each of you, strap yourselves into one of the belts." We did so. The Each belt was attached by a bungee to the wall, spaced across just like the glasses on the opposite wall. "Now, this is very simple competition. Walk straight across from this wall to that wall." He paused once again for dramatic effect. "And once there you will fill up your glass." We all looked at him wondering what the heck he meant. "With urine." The crowd really started howling at this one.
"The guy who fills his to the line first is the winner and so on. But this one has a special penalty." Again a dramatic pause.
"The loser will have to drink a shot from each of the other glasses!" He beamed and the crowd roared. Several people had joined and there was now standing room only on the other side of the room.
Frank called for six volunteers and selected six guys. "Your job is to tell when the guy has reached the line on the glass. So you are observers." There were groans from the volunteers and more laughter from the gallery.
The volunteers took up their positions, kneeling beside the panels. I felt remarkably calm about pissing in front of all these people, which surprised me when I thought about how freaked out I was at the beginning of the school year just pissing in front of Hank. Now I actually felt a bit of excitement about being watched. I also started thinking about wanting to get a look at Evan and Brian's dicks. I shook my head mentally and decided I really needed to focus on the task at hand!
It seemed rather straightforward. Just a bit of Frank's twisted sense of humor. Frank counted us down again and gave us the go.
I moved out away from the wall and soon began to feel the tug of the bungee cord. Ah, I suddenly realized, that's the gimmick: These bungees are only barely long enough to let us stretch across to the other side with difficulty. Frank must really be proud of this idea, I thought, which seemed to be confirmed when I looked over and saw his malicious grin. Yet I was pretty sure that if I did everything possible, I could just make it out far enough to get close enough to piss in the glass.
I fought my way up there and leaned out from the bungee. The tension on the cord caused me to wobble from side to side. I fumbled with my dick through the y-front. Something I hadn't done for a while. I managed to get it out. I pointed at the glass and fought to get the stream going. It was tough concentrating on that while maintaining the pressure against the bungee. I looked down and saw that my observer was definitely observing my dick. I smiled at him, he blushed and then I began to pee. I let loose a stream and fought to keep it pointed at the glass. Some got on the floor, but the majority went in the glass. The observer watched the glass, but occasionally stole glances at my dick. I was used to that now and didn't mind at all. I would love to see what his looked like, too!
He raised his hand when I reached the line and I fumbled to get myself back into my briefs as I let the cord pull me back.
I saw that Hank had just pulled down the front of his briefs and was just finishing up. He laughed as he flipped his dick to get the last drops off and got some on the observer. There were shouts of "Gross!" as he pulled up the front of his briefs and moved backwards at a quick pace.
Todd was hilarious. He could hardly make it up to the spot where he needed to be and when he did, he could hardly get a stream going. So this meant that he was leaving a trail of piss along the floor and leaving his dick out. There was much laughter about this.
Evan had made it to the spot but was having difficulty getting a stream going. He was blushing and closing his eyes. It didn't help that his observer was razzing him about being piss shy.
Next to him, Brian was giving it a go and was nearly to the mark. Suddenly, Evan strained forward, reached down and grabbed Brian's glass, getting pissed on in the process. He poured the piss into his own glass and then set Brian's back down. There was shouts and laughter.
Frank's voice came over the noise, "Good work! I didn't say, whose urine it had to be!" More laughter but Evan still needed to finish filling the glass.
Todd was only dribbling in his. Suddenly, I saw his observer, reach down, pull down the front of his own shorts and begin pissing in Billy's glass. In no time it was filled. He raised his hands in victory and bounced back on the bungee, not realizing his dick was still hanging out of his fly until he heard the uproar from the crowd. He blushed, turned his back to them and stuffed his dick back into place. I noticed that not only did he get a wet spot on the front of his briefs but they seemed to be more filled out than before.
Evan had managed to get a stream going and just managed to get to the line. Brian was working to fill his glass a second time. When he realized he was in last place, he pointed his dick up and painted the wall with the last wash of piss. There were hoots of laughter and Frank saying, "You will be cleaning the walls in here tomorrow!"
The scores now stood at:
Hank -- 18 Kyle -- 18 Evan - 7 Brian - 8 Billy - 5 Todd - 3
Frank passed out shot glasses to all the observers and had them fill them from the glasses. When they finished 6 shot glasses of various hues of yellow lined the counter. Brian moved over and stood there.
"Come on, don't Welch on your bet!" came the calls. Then a chant of "Brian, Brian, Brian," which switched to "Bottom's up," as he picked up the first glass.
There was silence as he actually raised it to his lips. He hesitated and then gulped it down. He made a gagging face, but kept it down and earned a round of cat calls and applause.
I glanced at Todd and saw him watching with rapt attention. I looked down and could swear his dick had swelled a bit more. Was he into this? I smiled to myself; it takes all kinds.
Brian took each shot and chugged each of them. By the fifth one he actually gagged and I thought he was going to lose it, but he pushed on, the man that he was, and grabbed the last shot and drained it. Although quite a bit of that one flowed down his chin and onto his chest. He raised the shot glass high in the air and received a round of applause. He gagged again and someone handed his him a Coke. He took two long swigs and handed it back but that person said, "Keep it. You know, back wash and all."
That brought even more laughter. Then Brian let loose a huge belch and earned another round of laughter. He was definitely coming out as the clown in this group. Evan came up and whispered something in his ear. I figured it was some kind of apology because Evan probably would have been up there instead if he hadn't stolen Brian's piss. Brian shook his head, patted Evan on the back and laughed.
I learned later that there had been a bit of drinking prior to the games amongst some of the players, which explained some of their looseness and carefree attitudes.
The glasses of piss were disposed of in the sink and the floor wiped down.
"Next to last challenge!" Frank announced making a big production of this.
"This is a simple test of strength and endurance." He lined the six of us facing the wall. "Simply stand on your head. The last person standing wins!" Fuck, this was going to be easy. Hank would be the hands down winner on this.
Frank counted us down and we bent and swung up into position. Well, almost all of us did. Billy struggled to get up and finally ended up on his head with his body leaning against the wall. Frank and I were fully extended on our arms.
Brian and Evan seemed to be extended as well. I couldn't see the others. The audience was encouraging us on, rooting for one or another of us. I thought of the point total and realized that Hank and I were tied. Frank had never said what the winner received.
But I gathered his contest was more about control and humiliating some of the guys. To confirm that, he now started down the row of us commenting on how full our briefs were, noting that Todd's seemed to be getting more full the time. Which brought a round of laughter and caused Todd to collapse.
Frank got to Billy, made a comment about him getting a headache because of his position. Then he popped Billy's pouch and said, "No, I mean this one. I hear you haven't been getting any lately!"
With that Billy collapsed. I could see that he was beet red and when he stood, he kept his back to the audience.
Frank next moved to Evan. "Hmmm, seems he might be padding his briefs," Frank said. I learned later than he pulled the waist band away from Evan's stomach and looked up into his underwear. "Nope, that's all of him!" He laughed which brought more laughter. He then patted Evan's pouch and said, "You best keep watering that and see if it doesn't get bigger!"
Evan lasted another minute and then collapsed.
Frank was now on Brian. "Let's see if he has any padding." He performed the same routine there. But this time he said, "I am not sure. I need a volunteer to tell me if that is all Brian or not?" He pulled a guy from the audience to verify.
"Are you sure?" Frank asked the volunteer. The guy nodded.
"You better reach in there and make sure." The crowd went wild as the volunteer stuck his hand into Brian's underwear.
"Yep, it's all him!" the guy said and Brian collapsed in a heap on the floor.
That left only Hank and I. Hank whispered to me, "Follow me." He walked away from the wall and I did as well, standing on my hands next to him. We could see the audience and they were applauding us. Frank didn't like to lose control of his game, so he came over and checked us out. He looked into my briefs and looked at me and smiled.
"Yes, it looks like this is all Kyle. What do you think?" He then proceeded to pull the front of my briefs up exposing my crotch. That brought huge catcalls and laughter. He left the waistband under my balls.
Then Hank did the amazing thing. He moved to standing on one arm, reached up and pulled his own briefs up exposing himself. He lowered his arms back down and said, "And it's all me, too!"
Great laughter and applause then. And before Frank could say anything else, Hank whispered, "one, two, three," and we both came down almost effortlessly. We pulled up our briefs, turned and faced the crowd. There was huge applause and laughter. Frank didn't look pleased.
"So we have a tie." He said without humor. "Each of you will receive the five points."
That made the scores:
Hank -- 23 Kyle -- 23 Evan - 9 Brian - 8 Billy - 6 Todd - 3
"Now for our final test." He had us line up facing the audience. "We have seen many feats of strength and endurance and wore these men nearly out," Frank said to the group. "It appears some of them have the strength of bulls.
"So our last feat is fitting. And it is worth 21 points to the winner. This means that any of you could still win this contest." He looked pointedly at Todd.
"Earlier, we saw our contestants hold up pails of sand until they no longer could. This time it is simply holding two glasses of water without spilling a single drop out of them." Everyone laughed and we looked at each other wondering what was going on. Tall plastic glasses full of water to the very brim were passed out to us, and we were instructed to hold them from the bottom, on our upturned palms. This already proved to be somewhat tricky.
Frank then called for six volunteers. "And to provide them with the strength of bulls, these volunteers are going to apply a large portion of bull semen to each contestant's testicles. This should aid in increasing their stamina. We should be in for a long session with this one. Again, this contest will decide the winner."
Frank walked along and put a large creamy mound of white bull semen on one hand of each volunteer. "Please pull the waist band of your contestant's briefs out and away from their body. I want you to have plenty of room to reach in."
More raucous lines and laughter to that remark. "Now on three, you will reach in and spread the bull semen generously over the contestant's ba ..., I mean, testicles." More obscene remarks. This was so Frank. He was piling on the humiliation.
He counted out down to three and my volunteer reached in and massaged the semen into my balls. I wondered if he took more time fondling my balls than necessary.
This seemed like an inane contest. I could stand here for hours holding these two glasses. I wondered what the point of the bull semen was. Then I felt a tingling on my balls and wondered if the semen was giving me strength after all.
Then the heat began and built up quickly! Oh fuck! My balls were on fire. Billy yelled, "Fuck!" and dropped the glasses, then went running down the hall to the showers. Laughter followed his exit.
Todd yelled and dropped his glasses and began grabbing at his crotch. "Make it stop! Make it stop! My balls are on fire!" He was trying to use his briefs to wipe it the stuff off of his balls. I think he managed to get some on his dick because now he was shouting, "My dick! My dick!" He ran to the counter, grabbed a towel and started rubbing his genitals.
Brian and Evan were equally affected, but fought to keep their glasses steady. Only Hank seemed to be unaffected by the painful blast of heat. I wondered if his dose had been different.
I was sweating and trying to hold out. It felt like blisters the size of silver dollars must be forming on my balls. It was all I could do to stand still and not splash water out of my two glasses -- I so wanted to reach down and rub my balls for relief! It pissed me off that Hank was so tranquil about it. He even looked at me a gave a wink! "Asshole!" I yelled at him.
"Fuck face!" he yelled back with another wink.
Brian and Evan were both hopping from one foot to the other, struggling to keep their glasses upright. The crowd of people pressed in around us as a mint-menthol smell more powerful than any toothpaste or mouthwash filled the room. Perspiration was pouring down from my raised armpits.
"Oh, my," said Frank, with mock horror, as he pulled a red cardboard box with printing on it from his bag. "Gentlemen, there seems to have been a terrible mistake!" He grinned maliciously as he held up the box for us to see. "Somehow we slipped up and instead of bull semen, your testicles have been rubbed with Ultra Strength BenGay!" He showed the box around to the crowd of people, which hooted louder than ever. "That stuff really burns. I hear it takes at least 30 minutes to wear off!" I could see several wide-eyed guys in the audience unconsciously putting their hands over their own crotches in a protective gesture.
Frank then walked up to each of us and rubbed our balls through our briefs. This simply renewed the fiery burning sensation. "Ooh, it feels hot in there, boys. I'm so-o-o sorry," he said with a smirk.
Billy came back into the common room. His briefs were soaked and his dick and balls perfectly outlined. There were tears in his eyes. "Water didn't help! Oh, fuck, my balls are going to fall off!"
Frank came over and felt around Billy's wet pouch, "Nope, they are still there." The crowd roared with laughter as Frank pulled up the briefs a bit making the outline stand out even more.
Frank pulled the waist band out and made a big thing of looking into the opening. "Looks like things are really getting hot in there!" he said, looking back over his shoulder at the gallery.
He looked over at one co-ed and said, "Don't you think so, miss?" He motioned for her to come over and take a look.
She peeked in and said, "I don't know."
"Well, stick your hand in and see if it is hot. He says it is burning." Much to the delight of the crowd, she did. Billy blushed and tried to back away from her. That only made Frank stretch the waistband out even more.
"I don't feel anything especially hot. But something IS getting bigger! Ewwww!" She shrieked and giggled as she pulled out her hand.
Frank looked in and said, "Oh, yes, I see what you mean." He released the waistband, which snapped back and the wet material clung to Billy's growing shaft.
There was much laughter and remarks about the effect this was having on Billy.
"That gives me a wonderful idea for the finale," he said, looking at each of us. I think we need to take these contestants into the showers and have a bit of a wet briefs contest."
He reached back and cupped Brian's and Evan's pouches and gave them an extra squeeze, "Don't you think, boys?"
Brian grimaced and spilt some water. He was now out of the contest.
Evan was sweating as profusely as I was. I was gritting my teeth so hard I thought I would crack a molar.
Frank said, "I see we need to take this up a notch." He called up three volunteers and put a large gob of BenGay into their hands. He whispered into their ears. They looked at him and then at us. They shrugged and nodded.
He counted to three and the guys pulled the waistband of our shorts out again, reached inside and smeared more on our balls and then wiped the stuff across our dicks on the way out. "Fuck!" I cried out.
"Now, now, there is no need for profanity," Frank said to me.
When the renewed and extended heat hit me I thought I was going to pass out. Evan cried out and spilt his water. Hank whispered to me, "Just hang in there. Ride it through. Breathe through it. Go off to that place in your mind. Don't let him get to you."
I took some breaths as Hank had said and found I could bear it a bit more. But I sure had a new appreciation for the prank of putting BenGay in someone's jock that I had heard about in high school.
So It was now down to Hank and me, and Frank was not pleased. "Turn slowly and remember do not spill a drop," he commanded. When we had our backs to the crowd, he told us to stop. We did.
He went behind Hank and pulled down his briefs. Next he did mine. When neither of us flinched, he pulled them the rest of the way down.
We now stood naked with our backs to the crowd. Everyone was laughing, but also applauding us for lasting so long.
"Okay, now boys, you can complete your turn, so the audience can see our finalists for the Ultimate Man Contest." I think he thought he was going to embarrass us into dropping the glasses.
Hank and I turned without spilling a drop. Catcalls, laughter and applause greeted us. I smiled and Hank radiated his charming smile. I noticed that his dick and balls were bright red, like they had been sunburned, and assumed mine must be also. Hank looked at me and I nodded. We mouthed the words, "One, Two, Three," and tipped a bit of water onto the floor. We had tied.
There was thunderous applause. People came forward and clapped us on the back. I swear I felt more than one hand on my ass and dick as well. Someone gave us our briefs and we managed to get them on.
"Okay, Okay, Okay!" Frank was yelling. It was apparent from his tone that he was not pleased with the outcome. He didn't like it when he wasn't in control.
"Seems we have a tie," he said trying to smile. He stood between us and raised our arms over his head. "Your Ultimate Men!" Again, great applause.
"What did they win?" someone yelled.
Everyone went quiet waiting for Frank's answer.
"The winners will have a very nice dinner with me in the private dining room." There was booing.
'AND! And their names placed on a plaque to be displayed here in the common room."
The crowd yelled, "AND?"
And then suggestions started firing from the crowd, "A personal massage by Frank!" "Frank as their servant for a week!" "A Month!" "Frank does their laundry for a week!" And even a muffled, "Frank gives them a blow job," which brought gales of laughter.
"Their laundry done, their room cleaned, and their errands run for a month," there was a big cheer and then Frank yelled, "By the losers!" There were groans and laughter over this.
From somewhere shot glasses appeared filled with dark amber liquid. One went to Hank and one to me. We clinked glasses and the downed them. Wow! That nearly knocked me on my ass. Damn, that was good. "More!" I shouted.
Hank pulled my hand down and Frank was yelling that it was time for the wet briefs contest. This fell on deaf ears as he had pretty much given everyone a look at most of the contestants anyway. Hank and I both decided we were done, and walked away, leaving Frank standing with no one paying attention to him.
I found Billy. He was smiling from ear to ear. It looked like he had had more than one toast. He was toasted and his briefs were tented out obscenely. "Anyone want to check out my wet briefs?" he would ask and hold out the waistband showing off his rod to any who would look. I was afraid his reputation was pretty much gone, or set depending on your perspective!
I looked over and saw Mark standing by the door. I had completely forgotten that he was coming at 7:00. I gave him a wave and began to work my way towards him. "Tell me you just got here," I said.
He grinned, "Oh, I could tell you that, but it wouldn't be true."
Hank had came out of the crowd at that point. "I got here near the end of the pissing contest," Mark laughed.
"Oh, fuck!' I said. "Sorry, you had to see that," I said, looking at his face to gauge whether he was disgusted by it.
"Oh, I don't know. It was definitely entertaining." I felt my face turning as red as my balls.
"Let's get back to our room," Hank said. We ducked out the door, ignoring the calls from Billy to help him finish the bottle he had in his hand.
We got down to our room. Once inside, out of habit, I pushed down my briefs, then froze. Mark smiled and my ears tinged a bit. I was getting better about this, but in this case, I had done committed a minor faux pas, so it was worth a small blush. You just don't strip down in front of company, even if that company has seen you naked before. I looked at him questioningly.
"It's okay, I don't mind," he said, smiling.
"In that case," Hank said, pulling his own briefs down. "Care to join us?"
Mark tinged up a bit then, but was a good sport. He pulled off his shirt. I love when guys have those little ripples of muscles from their arm pits down do their chests. And he had a wonderful ginger colored treasure trail that led from his navel down into his shorts. His nipples were thick and distended like pencil erasers and surround by a deep brown circle.
He laid his shirt over the back of one of the chairs. He unbuttoned his shorts and in one motion pushed his shorts and boxers down. He stepped out of them and then placed them on the chair back as well.
He stood with his hands at his sides as I followed the trail down into the wiry ginger bush that stood out in contrast to the pale skin that spanned from his waist to about 3 inches below his crotch. Hot looking tan lines! His dick was two or 3 inches soft and rested over very densely covered goose-egg sized balls.
I looked back to his head, and the hair there was very dark brown. He caught me looking and smiled, "Yeah, when I was younger, it was redder but has gotten so dark it is difficult to see the red any more. But," and he indicated the rest of his body by opening his arms wide, "the rest kept a bit of the red."
He turned and showed us how there was a dusting of ginger across his ass and a his crack was a solid line of it leading down to the tangle between his legs. His arms and legs had a bit of hair, but it was finer and didn't stand as much as the other. I found myself wondering how furry his hole was. Seeing him this way, I couldn't help thinking about that hot, sexy dream I had about Mark when I fell asleep on his massage table in the therapy center earlier this year. And the effect was predictable.
"Ah, Sir Everhard appears!" Hank said. "I think he is glad to see you, Mark."
Mark looked down and grinned. "Sir Everhard?"
"Yeah, he just pops up now and then," I said smiling. I was watching Mark's dick respond. Obviously, he was liking what he saw.
Hank spoke up, "Okay, you two, before you get lost in the 'fog of lust' as Kyle calls it, I would like to make a suggestion and then I will shut up and just sit over here and do my homework." I knew he had nothing else to do. "Mark, you have had a chance to explore a lot of Kyle's body, so why don't you lie down on the bed and let Kyle explore you. Then you can see what cums of that."
I laughed and said, "Yes, Dad, thank you for the instructions. Now go darn your socks or something."
Mark smiled and moved over to the bed and spread out on his back. He has his arms extended from his sides. I crawled up next to him. I reached up and closed his eyes. I looked over at Hank. He smiled that smile and nodded his head. It WAS like a dad saying to a kid, enjoy your new toy!
I closed my own eyes then and began to explore with first my nose and then my hands. I ran my nose over his head, smelling the shampoo and a light underlying woodsy smell. I ran my hands through his hair then, noticing how thick it was and knowing it would be curly if it was longer.
I felt over his face and then opened my eyes to explore it. I noticed the planes and shadows that made up his face. It would be fun to photograph him. At his armpits, I spent time smelling and tasting. He was again clean with that same hint of woodsy scent.
I nibbled his prominent nipples and felt him quiver a bit. They had a great spongy texture.
He remained motionless as I continued to explore his body. I passed up his crotch and explored his legs and feet. I loved how the tiny wiry hairs came out of the tops of his toes. He flinched once when I stroked along the arch of his foot; a ticklish spot.
After exploring both legs and getting a feel for the muscles, I had him roll over. I moved up to his ass. His moved his legs apart allowing me access to area behind his balls. His butt was relaxed so I could spread his cheeks and take in the furry valley of his crack.
Here I had to spend more time smelling and tasting. Fuck, he tasted good! That woodsy scent was his musk, his unique manly smell. It came across in the taste as well.
When I explored his rosebud with my tongue he relaxed and let my tongue dart in a bit. I felt him sigh more than heard it.
Now I had him roll over. His dick was now rock hard and pointing at his chest. At about six and a half inches long it wasn't a mighty impaler like you see in porno movies, but it had heft and I was sure he knew how to use it.
A pearly drop of precum rested at the piss slit. I fingered this off and tasted it. Ah, wonderful, another new flavor to add to all those different men I had tasted. The woodsy hint was there as well, along with the usual salty viscosity. I buried my nose in his crotch and inhaled his essence over and over. It was like a drug.
I moved my nose under his balls and breathed in a warm breath there. I knew how wonderful that felt. Next I tasted each of the balls, relishing the wiry texture of his pubic hair.
I heard and felt him moan again. I still hadn't tasted his dick! I leaned in close and breathed on it as well. And then I inhaled as that woodsy scent became redolent all around him.
I reached out and licked along the slit at the head of his dick, gathering a bit more of that golden nectar. He sighed.
He moved then and pulled my shoulders up. He rolled over on top of me and kissed me. I had my eyes closed and he probed my mouth with his tongue. He tasted of mint and Mark.
Then he moved and took one of my nipples in his mouth. He teased it as I had teased his. He gripped my cock and squeezed it, sending shivers down my spine. Fuck! He was so hot. Not as hot as Hank, I quickly said to myself, but amazing. I always find it amazing when a man just gives himself over to you to explore. How intimate and how much more satisfying than just a quick suck or fuck. Not that those couldn't be great at certain times as well.
Next I felt his breath on my ear. Then I felt and heard his whisper, "Fuck me."
I still hadn't opened my eyes, but I was sure this time it was no dream. I reached out and grabbed the bottle that I knew was there. I rolled with him until he was on his back again. I applied some to his hole and worked it inside feeling the warmth there. And I felt the need in his body. He really wanted this. I rubbed the length of my dick with lube.
I set the tube aside and felt his legs envelop me, pulling me into him. I lined up by feel and began to slide into him. "Slowly," he said.
So I eased into him, bringing a long drawn-out sigh from him as I buried myself inside. His feet held me there for a moment, trying to push me in even more.
I rested there with my mouth near his. "Please," he whispered, and I began to withdraw. He moaned again. I moved up into a better position and looked down at him. His eyes were closed and a smile formed on his lips.
I slowly began to work on his butt as he worked on clinching my dick with his hole. I began to speed up and he began to thrash his head. "Yes," he would whisper with each toss. I looked down between us and saw his cock throbbing.
And I saw his fit masculine body. In my old frame of mind, I would not have believed that a "man" would let someone fuck him. But I now knew that men were men and each had those things that pushed all the right buttons and took them over the edge.
I felt that fog of lust overwhelming me. Hank could laugh all the wanted about it, but that's what it felt like and I didn't care about anything then. I wanted that rush, that overwhelming wave that would consume me.
Mark was panting now and I had no idea how long we had been rocking back and forth with each other. But I began to speed up and felt Mark bear down on my dick and knew he was being consumed by his own wave of lust.
That pushed my buttons and I began to cum with a groan that built in my balls and roared out of my mouth.
I unloaded in his ass and he unloaded between us. I collapsed on top of him then. Soon he pushed up and raised my sweaty chest until he brushed my nose with his lips. "Come back, Kyle," he whispered.
"That was so fucking amazing!" he whispered when my eyes rolled back down and I looked at him.
"I think you need to give therapy sessions instead of me!" He smiled and lowered his legs and I slid out of him. "That could completely get rid of every tension you might have!"
I heard a chuckle and reality snapped back and I realized that it had all happened in front of Hank. Not that I was ashamed, but I had lost track of him.
"I think I could make a fortune selling a how-to video for gay men," Hank said. He was holding up my camera.
"Seriously, that was beautiful. Kyle you are such a hot man, seeing you that way just turns me on so much! I want your body!"
I blushed. I still found those kinds of comments hard to accept. Me, hot? Yeah, right!
"That was amazing," Mark said again.
"I wasn't kidding, it was so beautiful, I had to take some photos. Kyle or Mark, you can decide what you want to do, but that was really wonderful to see." I looked and saw that he was hard as a rock and dripping as well.
Mark noticed it as well, "I guess I should be going," he said. I think he was feeling a bit awkward now.
"Nope" Hank said, "No need to leave. Just move over and let me get in there!'
There was laughter and then a tangle of bodies. That fog rolled back in and I don't recall who did what to whom or for how long. All I know is that sometime later my ass was sore and we were all sitting around on the bed eating oranges and sharing our life stories.
Somewhere around three in the morning, we finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning we woke in a fresh tangle of bodies. We had a three-way piss and then walked down and showered together. Over breakfast, we planned on getting together again when we got back from the holidays.
Back in the room, I had to finish up my project and get it in, and put the final touches on Hank's Christmas present. Then it was packing and the getting ready to head out with Hank in his truck to my mom's house.
As always my thanks to Jere and Trent for editing and offering suggestions. Comments and suggestions are always welcome. Harryrod575@yahoo.com
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