The Exam

Disclaimer/Reminder: The following story is a work of gay fiction although based on non-fictional occurrences. It contains sexual acts between males in high school as well as with males beyond high school age. There are scenes of definite humiliation, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under U.S. copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Otherwise enjoy. Emails expressing interest or wishing further information can be sent to: mtnuda@hotmail.com.

Note: All names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent. The state in which the story originally happened - coincidentally - has a legal age of sixteen; the "fictionalized" location does not. Also descriptions of unprotected sex are fictional due to story restraints. You understand you are reading a work of fiction; behave accordingly. Again, do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations or activities which can be classified as bdsm. Finally, thanks to all you loyal readers who have stuck with this story through thick and thin.

Chapter One Hundred and Four

Wednesday August 14

"Of great interest for [Wilhelm] Reich's work is that [Dayton]

Miller's dynamic aether was more active at higher

altitudes, and reflected by metals. The capacity to be

reflected by metals, with a more active state at higher

altitudes, are basic properties of the orgone energy,

as independently discovered by Reich..."

James DeMeo "The Orgone Accumulator Handbook"

"Now you believe me Mike?" Fred raised his palms in surrender "more important, now you believe your worst best nightmare Pat here? And if you think this room is some kind of nasty sex trap, then you barely been dipping your toes in the shallow end of this here pool. But when you realize it won't matter much if you stay or go because your butt's already in the sling - even if we intended that and we sure as fuck don't! - but all us 'goons' want now is getting the right warm bodies in the right warm beds... okay?"

"Your roommate Reg... well the less said about him the better at this critical juncture, and yes the hard time he had been giving you about last night, well you will realize that one minor issue pales by comparison, correct?" Kroos came over to Mike, steering him away from the doorjam to which he had glued himself "but what is more important and of a more pressing issue is we have plenty of food and after what all of us have been through tonight, it is our duty to share. Once you have eaten and the rest, you will realize we are not the enemy now."

"Who ARE you? How do you KNOW all this..." Mike's gaze kept racing around the room, trying and failing to take it all in. His brain was stuck between gears, lagging at least fifteen minutes behind his body, unable to handle what was exploding around him. And Mike was aware his body was hardly a source of reliable data any more.

"Eat first, then bed" Kroos looked at Fred "thank you. But right now Howie and Mack are going to finish trading blowjobs without you if you do not hasten to your own room across the hall."

"You okay now Mike?" Fred was at the door "as much as it makes no sense to listen to Butthead there, even the most illogical insignifant things will prove to be your anchor. Shit even I'm sounding like Kroos now" rolling his eyes at the big guy "what I'm sayin is Butthead couldn't bullshit ya now even if he tried" and he was through the door gone. He saw the second cart loaded with food in the hallway like it was there waiting for him. By the time he had it wheeled into his room half of it was already in his stomach. Like they would know what was missing. Okay some would, he chuckled.

"Mike's stayin right?" came from Jack of all people. He was scratching the stubble growing on his face and staring at the foodcart like it was going to answer instead of Fred.

"Not you too!"

"Don't spread it around okay?" he looked at Jeff's perfect face and perfect body, that serious cock reminding him he was making the right choice "I got me a reputation to maintain here okay?"

"Big dumb hairy jock" Jeff smiled "big dick small brain" he punched Jack in his broad shoulder then held him by his black goatee "y'play ball wit me stud and your secret's safe."

"What I gotta do t'play ball?" he gave Jeff's cock his best dopiest look.

"Yeah right, nice try" Jeff grabbed him right in his brain "like y'don't know already."

"When you're finished running your mouth off with Jeff here..." Bernan came over to the food cart "okay guys, complements of Kroos."

"Which one?" from several directions in the room.

"All of'm" Jack already had a pile of cold roast beef sandwiches he and Jeff were going to demolish. Let the rest of them get left-overs, he smiled.

The guys milled about the room eating or rather inhaling whatever food Fred had not finished already. The sounds of the various belches and bottles clinking from around the room began to quiet after a short time. Bernan noticed how hungry the guys had been, knowing that the Krooses were on top of the situation now. Much of the weight was coming off his shoulders as he looked at the various clumps of guys standing or sitting around the room. Fred was the first to break the quiet,

"You guys already cleaned up. Now it's my turn" and he headed for the bathroom, the towel coming off his bared ass as he did.

"Need help?" Jack gave Ollie a look next.

"Maybe next time" he looked at Mack and Howie "you two pick a bed. I'll be back in a second" and they heard the sound of the shower starting. Mack would have liked to join him in there, but knew Fred needed a moment to collect his thoughts. As well as use the facilities in private.

"I'm getting the feeling you guys have seen enough of those" pointing at the lights over the trees "so we can grab this bed, right Howie?"

"No kidding" Jeff was already sitting on the bed furthest from the window "even knowing where they come from - shit, ESPECIALLY knowing where they come from..."

"Coach Bernan's gonna make ya run laps for all that swearing" Ollie smiled at Jeff, grabbing him and Jack and joining them on "their" bed as well "ain't that right Coach?"

"Coach, I'm thinking they 'want' you to punish them for their swearing" Carl knew he had no reason to be nervous. And that made him all the more nervous. There was a tiny part of him that feared sleeping in the same bed with his hero. Fearing that great big coach of his might change his mind at the last minute and sleep on the floor or something, pleading some final vestige of respectability or something. When he saw that puzzled expression on Bernan's face he knew something was up.

"So now you reading minds too?" Jack tried to look shocked and pissed.

"Fuck no" Carl swore intentionally, hoping to force Coach's hand as well "well?" looking at Bernan "just wishful thinking is all."

"I'm not goin to make that sexy ass of yours run laps naked around the ball diamonds during their games " Bernan looked at Jeff "but I got a worse punishment for you... now... tonight."

"What? I gotta sleep on the floor?"

'Worse" thinking of the most devious thing he could imagine "you gotta sleep between Jack and Ollie there" giving them both his meanest look "and no matter what anybody does to that muscled bod of yours, no matter where they... touch you, you can't... touch them back. Got it?"

"What? I just gotta lie there and..." he looked for the twinkle in Bernan's eye, but saw that hard steely gaze instead "you kiddin?"

"Okay guys" he nodded at the two "he's all yours. Just leave that big-dicked stud in one piece for practice tomorrow is all I ask" enjoying their shocked, then devilish expressions "now as for you Kroemer..."

"C'mon Coach y'know I was kidding right?"

"Do 'I' look like I'm kidding? You know I don't tolerate swearing from my team, isn't that true?"

"Well yeah..." Carl was hoping the two would end up in bed and just feel their warm bodies next to each other. That was what he wanted - no needed - right now. But now he feared his punishment would be to sleep alone in that bed while all these guys were screwing away around him. And he would be alone "I'm sorry Coach, okay? Please don't" leave, he almost blurted out. Then he remembered half the room could hear him anyway, even if was not vocalizing it. Then they must know how scared he felt at that moment.

"Okay Kroemer... I'm willing to overlook it just this time" Bernan scratched his chin like he had not already decided what to do "so you... Fred..." interrupting the unique "massage" already starting on Fred's balls in echo of the job Jack and Ollie were doing on Jeff's feet "okay now this yellow thing got my interest. Let's say Carl here 'volunteers' for a demostration of how that worked" seeing the look of panic on a few faces "just for educational purposes let's say?"Bernan tossed a towel onto the floor "let's say that towel's our 'yellow zone' - "

"Yellow square" Fred corrected him, hoping it would stop those hands brushing up his sides grazing his pubes. Having Mack able to read his mind, knowing exactly where he was most arousable was making this pure torture. He looked to Coach Bernan for some kind of reprieve but he did not know Bernan.

"Okay yellow square. Carl, stand on that towel - the yellow square - and we're gonna see how this works" Bernan dug around in his duffel bag until he found a t-shirt and running shorts to pull over his naked body. The guys watched with a certain apprehension, especially Carl who did not want to see Bernan getting dressed! When he had all those hard muscles covered Bernan dug around in that bag again until he found a plastic bottle. The guys feared it might be the dreaded green gel but saw it was some thick amber fluid instead "yeah stand there and face the music Kroemer. So your coach used his yellow square to give your team their anatomy lesson huh?" squeezing some of the contents into his palm he rubbed his hands together and started oiling up Carl's ripped muscles, his shoulders and pecs glowing under the one ceiling light, every ripped striation popping out in high relief "you dudes know all about traps and delts and pecs so let's make this interesting" pouring more into his hand and working Carl's abs and heading lower "I'm sure Fred, your coach would spend a long, painful time working each group for the benefit of you horndogs" his greasy hands in Carl's light brown pubes, then down to his five inches of meat "but it's late and we need to hurry this along" feeling Carl's cock swelling in his greased strokings "and it seems Kroemer here has the same idea, right? Okay, after all you horndogs seen tonight you got no problems seeing one more stiff dick right?" Bernan's hands were all over Carl's balls, bouncing them up and down, making Carl's hardon bounce around for his audience "kinda impressive ain't it? Carl here's real proud of his body, he's been working out and doing everything he can to make himself real hot for the chicks, right Kroemer?"

"Ah... er... coach..." Carl closed his eyes, feeling those greasy hands tugging at his nads, making his rock-hard cock bob up and down. Knowing several sets of eyes were glued to what those hands were doing only made this more arousing "yeah... me'n Rocko been - "

"Rocko?" Bernan hoped his voice did not give him away "it's Rocko you been working out with?"

"Yeah... oh yeah... fuck..." feeling the hand speeding up and down along his shaft "damn! I didn't mean to - "

"You'n that big musclehead been... training huh?"

"Yeah..."

"Naked?" Bernan cut to the core, ignoring several gulps of air around the room "tell me the truth Kroemer."

"Ah...er... maybe..."

"You now telling me you guys been making naked workout videos at the Y behind your coach's back?"

"No! I mean... not... I mean..."

"Spit it out Kroemer" Bernan squeezed more oil into his hands and rubbed Carl's thighs now he had the young kid hard and aching, working around to his hard ripped glutes next, letting Carl's hard greased cock waving in the wind "you three doing that shit at the Y on Saturday?"

"No! I mean not then... damn... before..." feeling those hands getting closer and closer to his slightly furred crack. Without waiting for the command, Carl turned himself around and mooned the guys, bending slightly so Bernan could oil where his coach's fingers was heading. When Bernan discovered Carl's hole was already lubed he let out a low whistle only Carl heard. But the realization bounced through the minds of the group regardless.

"If you been doing shit with Rocko, then this wasn't virgin before all this" slamming his long thick middle finger deep into that pink pucker "was it Kroemer?"

"He and... oh!! I mean... Ed were... ah! trying to get me to do oh... stuff... y'know... sex stuff and..."

"You saying you three never did sex videos together?"

"Those two did" Fred spoke for Carl seeing the young kid having more and more difficulty thinking straight much less talking with that finger probing his hole, and hoping to distracting himself from what Howie and Mack were doing again to his crinkling balls "those two - at least the big bald tattooed ex-con was getting the red-head, Ed his name? to do more and more blatant unclothed things in his work-out videos - shit!" he turned on Bernan "YOU were there! I see you and a whole ROOM full of guys, it's a locker room but it's not a locker room and you and some other coaches are dressed up in uniforms and... fuck! it's like totally out of control! It's like somebody turned loose a whole roomful of wild animals what you guys were doing! Wow!" he turned to Carl "you weren't there, at least I can't see you in - damn! there is like an audience even, and even more guys... uh oh...OH!" he gave Mack's shoulder a shake "we gotta keep our mouths shut! I can see them now" looking at Bernan "YOU know who I mean, the guys, the ringleaders behind all this, I can see them but so far they can't see us" back to Carl "but right now our main concern is a very, very confused dude in the hotseat who wants something real bad, even if it's gonna make him walk funny for a week... but no Coach, Carl here never did half of what you and your buddies were doing that Saturday night. Not that he didn't want to" seeing Carl's panic "okay okay I'll shut up, just trying to help."

"That right Carl?" Bernan was not going to admit any guilt at this late stage "you and Rocko never got into it? He never coerced you into what he and Ed were doing?"

"No..."he looked at the floor almost guilty "they tried but no."

"Okay put your arms straight out" Bernan slipped back into his coach voice "and hold'm there. And keep those legs bent" he was getting to enjoy running his fingers up and down Carl's crack, letting one or two slip in that stretching hole when the mood struck him "you guys really wanna watch young Carl here put through his paces?"

"Hell yeah" Jack and Ollie were taking turns licking Jeff's cock as well as each other's, making sure all three got lots of attention. Not that they could produce another orgasm after all they had done that night, but the togetherness on the bed, the fact that Jeff could do little but lie there and suffer not one but two mouths on his cock, and now Bernan's little show, was keeping them from calling it a night.

"Okay Kroemer, guys here wanna see how much we can open that hole for them" Bernan's hands were off the young muscle hunk and cleaning themselves on somebody's discarded towel "let's see you spread those cheeks for their inspection, and show them how you can pull your hole open with your own index fingers. Wide okay?"

"Yes Coach..." Carl crouched down and leaned forward, exposing his crack for the guys, ramming one then the other finger inside himself, and pulling them sideways. He was just getting used to the discomfort when he felt something hard and round shoved into his stretched hole. It was the size of a small egg and before his fingers could dig it out, Bernan's fingers shoved it further inside him.

"Okay turn around and face the music" Bernan looked at Fred "this look familiar?" holding up a leather harness "you hadda wear one of these in your yellow box?"

"Hell yeah..." feeling Howie's hands below his balls "fuck yeah..."

"Rocko ever make you wear one of these?" Bernan was already snapping Carl's hairy balls into the leather loops, first one then the other, finishing with the strap around the base of his hard dick, making it swell and redden even more "did he Kroemer?"

"Fuck no..." Carl was already being punished, the swearing at this point immaterial "I wouldn't let him."

"But he tried right?" Bernan finished his work until Carl's cock was sticking straight out of his pubes, fastened in place and immobilized as well as his balls in that tight leather cage "well this is different ain't it?"

"Yes Coach..." Carl closed his eyes, knowing how nasty he looked now. No longer the young guy with the perfect sculpted body, now he was so much x-rated sex meat on display for this room full of oversexed guys. His dick bounced with that image "whatever it is you want Coach."

"You know what I want, what I've been wanting ever since you joined the team. But no way I could say anything, no way it would happen" Bernan ran his hands over those oiled shoulders and arms, his running shorts discoloring and staining where he rubbed his growing tube against Carl's butt cheek "but now we got a whole different situation here, and I'm thinking it's your call now. So I wanna hear you say - say out loud - it's the same thing you want. If this is what you want" the tube making its pressure known "I wanna hear you say it. What you want your coach to do? What you want me to do with this, Kroemer?"

"Fuck... fuck..." Carl never felt more charged or more nasty, both mixed together until he did not know where his forbidden fantasies started and his coach's ended, but what he could see, what he could imagine was how he looked standing there all greased and hard and fingering his stretching hole, and how he wanted this to look to Coach "fuck... fuck... you want me to say it? You want me to tell these guys what I always wanted? You want me to say out loud I want you to fuck me Coach... I want you to... fuck me..."

"Louder Kroemer. Tell all these dogs what you want me to do!"

"I want you to fuck me! I want your cock in me! I wanna feel this" rubbing his ass against the swelling in Bernan's shorts "this big hard cock up my ass..."

"Only one way I'm gonna fuck ya Kroemer" Bernan looked at the two rubbing and sucking and jacking Jeff's large hardon between them "only after you get that hole of yours lubed with Jeff's cum and only then my cock goes in your ass got it?"

"What?" Mack and Fred had to pretend to be shocked. Ollie and Jack just looked at each other.

"Remember your punishment Jeff" Bernan chuckled "no matter what anybody does to that perfect bod of yours, you can't do anything to stop them. Kroemer's a smart kid; he'll figure it out."

Jeff knew he could do nothing but lie on his back and let two, now three guys maul and molest him any way they wanted. So when Jack and Ollie took turns sucking his significant cock all he could do was lie there with his fists digging into the sheets. And when that young muscled kid got on top of him and directed his greased ass towards his upturned cock, all he could do was let those two sets of hands play with his balls and point his cock into that hole for him. Like he was just along for the ride. Like he had no say in what or how his cock was used. And when he felt the very sensitive tip of his cockhead worm into something tight and greasy, and then both Jack and Ollie were running their hands and then their cocks all over his chest, and then Carl's chest, spreading that oil over both their fronts, then Jack's mouth connecting with Carl's entrapped hardon, easing more and more into his mouth, as more of more of Jeff's large pole entered that hole.

It was not long before Jeff felt two tight hard balls and cold leather straps bang down into his damp pubes. And his cock was buried deep inside the young kid's ass, so tight and hot it was enough to make him gasp. After all the stimulation he had received from those two horndogs before, his dick was more than ready to enjoy the trip deep into this kid's butt. He closed his eyes, not sure what would happen now, not sure if he could bring himself to another orgasm tonight, if ever. Then he felt the head of his cock bang into something hard deep inside Carl's chute. And when Bernan flipped the switch making that egg vibrate like crazy right against his piss slit, Jeff knew this was one of the most intense sensations he had ever felt. And the way Carl's ass flexed and squirmed when that device went crazy inside him only made Jeff's cock throb and lunge into that spasming hole. The two of them ground into each other, neither one able to control what their bodies were doing, how they were abusing each other. As the intensity grew, Jack needed to keep Jeff's arms pinned as Ollie went to town on Carl's dick, then Jack's as well, not sure where to turn next, which hard dick needed sucking more. Finally Jack had to go down on Ollie's cock as well, if for no other reason than to keep Ollie from bouncing all of them off that bed. As soon as Jack released his hold on Jeff's arms, he grabbed Carl and started hard and fast thrusts into him. The two of them stayed locked together until Jeff's ragged breathing and red flush over all that photo-perfect chest signaled Carl's ass was now lubed to Bernan's requirements.

Jerry and Tim did not need to be told what was supposed to happen next. When they were offered the chance to stay with these guys in this room they knew they were being offered a chance to do what they both had always wanted to do since they first saw the shocked recognition in each other's eyes. As much as they both wanted to feel their dicks in each other's asses, something neither one would ever say out loud, the deeper, darker secret was now being offered to them on a big fat free plate. Something both of them had decided would be impossible up until they saw Carl impaling himself on Jeff's cock, Coach Bernan slowly jacking his lengthening, hardening cock in anticipation of plowing into that kid's ass. When he nodded at Jerry and then Tim, they knew they were being offered Carl's ass next! Their secret shared fantasy was right there for the taking. Their secret fantasy of both invading a guy's ass simultaneously, feeling their cocks rub against each other as they flooded some guy's ass with their joint orgasm, it was right there! All they had to do was,

"We need something to drink" they blurted out, no longer surprising themselves with the coincidence. Before anyone pointed at the various bottles of sports drinks littering the room, the two grabbed towels off the floor and poured out the door, leaving some shocked and not a few relieved faces behind them.

"He woulda, y'know" Tim finished the comment they both started, making steady progress down the hall away from the soft drink machines. The two were heading for the stairs like a well-trained precision drill team.

"Y'never said anything" Jerry's hand drifted to that ass cheek, anticipating the knot loosening as they started down the stairs "I never said anything. We both wanted it, and we both never said shit."

"A real pair of total idiots huh? And now we're payin the price... for our total boneheaded stupidity."

"We don't deserve this - I don't deserve - "

"Fuck you!" Tim's mouth slammed into Jerry's before he could say it. Jerry did deserve Tim as much as Tim deserved him, as much as they both earned this moment between them. As their kiss become something more, the rest of the world, all the craziness of the last few days, the craziness of what they had done that night both in and around that laboratory downstairs, not to mention what was growing beyond the safe-zone around their complex, all of it! was vanishing into nothingness somewhere far far away. All that mattered was they were locked together, their mouths were joined in something more than a kiss, and the rest ceased to have any meaning.

"Okay you two! What the fuck?!?"

They had not heard the heavy steps on the stairs, they barely heard the booming voice inches from their faces, but they had a slightest sensation of two large paws on their shoulders.

"Botha you girls in a HUGE heap of trouble" that they heard "wandering around past curfew" barely bothering to pull apart, their moment together larger and stronger than this buzzing gnat of an interruption "don't make me call your parents!" hearing the deep bass chuckle.

After another ten minutes, Jerry came up for air and responded,

"Same goes for you too!" only then did they both turn to see who was standing next to them, his hands digging into their shoulders, his face trying and failing to hide his peculiar smirk. If there was somebody they did not need to see in their face at that moment it was Coach Morrison! "sorry! I mean..."

"So things ain't crazy enough, we got a coupla fags - "

"Hey!" both at once.

"A coupla fag boys out here half-naked and suckin face like it's prom night or shit!"

"Okay we don't need this" Jerry tightened his towel around his firm waist, positioning himself between the coach and his Tim "let's get outa here - "

"Not so fast ladies!" Morrison growled at them, blocking their escape in one swift move "y'ain't goin anywhere."

"Later" they tried to leave, but those big black mitts were back on their shoulders fast. At first the two were reading the coach as more amused than shocked to find them on the stairs making out. As soon as they got that impression, something like a thick metal wall came down between them, blocking any impressions from the coach other than an emotionless no-nonsense severity. For a brief moment before those hands descended like pig-iron on their shoulders, Tim had an impression the big guy was just yanking them around, pure bullshit, his amusement alternating with his fake gruffness. But now he wasn't sure. He was hoping Jerry's esp was getting around the wall that was blocking his.

"You two fag boys're comin with me" the muscled grip digging into their traps hard, steering them back up the steps. Tim shot a look at Jerry like "this dude kidding?" but then saw his puzzled concern as well. That was enough to send them both in the direction the coach was heading.

"Yes coach... sorry coach" Jerry knew better than to shrug. He was hoping Tim was picking up on his genuine concern now. When he saw the slight nod, Jerry knew at least those two were still able to communicate. But this big black coach was one mean blank wall. All they could do was let themselves be directed up another flight of stairs to the floor above theirs, down the hall, and through an unlocked door. When they entered and the room did not smell of cum their concerns became pure panic.

"Okay you two fag boys - "

"Stop calling us that!" Jerry was too scared to be cautious.

"That what you two are, right? You two kissin and makin out like a coupla real fruits!"

"Knock it off!"

"Little late to act tough now" Morrison settled into the only easy chair in the room, leaving the two to stand and sweat "first I find you two out past curfew - "

"What curfew?"

"Then that ain't bad enough, you two runnin around half-naked" his eyes burned into all their exposed flesh "like you out lookin for trouble like a coupla cheap whores!"

"Hey!" Tim could see the danger in the room descending around them so he headed for the door, Jerry right beside him. Maybe all of one step before the coach stopped them with one finger.

"But what's even more disgusting is you two ain't lookin for nasty shit cause you two are fuckin around with each other like you don't care who sees you two pussy boys kissin and worse!"

"Okay enough's enough... coach" Jerry was going to bust through that door in another second if this continued. When he saw the coach reach over and lock it, his determination just withered.

"Maybe... considerin the circumstances..." and damn if it didn't look like something in his pants give a slight kick "you not call me coach right now. Call me what my big... I mean 'older' bro Sam calls me. Call me Mo" and there was that chuckle again. But this time there was a brutish edge to it.

"But coach!"

"Coach Mo" again something in his pants gave a little lunge. But it was not little. They both knew why he was nicknamed Mo' now.

"Okay Mo..." Jerry's eyes stole a quick look at the coach's crotch and was immediately busted for doing so "why you bring us here?"

"Well..." he leaned back, his thick muscled arms behind his head "that is one big and complicated question, don't you think?"

"I mean why are we two here in your room?" Tim continued to batter at that wall of resistance and continued to get nothing in response. This dude was some kind of master of the poker face or shit, except it extended to all his thoughts. The only thing offering the slightest clue was that thing growing in his pants.

"Well..." Mo closed his eyes and leaned back, the muscles and veins in his neck popping for their benefit "lemme think about that a minute now. Lemme see, lemme see... we got a whole camp full of young strong dudes all here for sports camp, supposed to be here to learn about football and shit" opening his eyes, pinning them in his gaze "but instead of keeping their minds on the game plan, instead we got us two gay boys more interested in fuckin around then in doin what they're supposed to be doin" stopping their protest with one hand "instead of being in their beds - I'm guessing you two even ONE bed right? - instead they are cruisin the halls lookin for trouble.

Maybe you two were sneakin out of your rooms so you could hook up, I'm thinkin. You two sneak out past curfew just so you can go at each other like a coupla real fag boys? That's what I'm guessin here. You two sneakin around all hours of the night lookin for trouble. Well you found it!"

"Look! This is all some kind of misunderstanding... Mo" Jerry felt the small trickles of moisture running down his sides. He could almost smell their fear now "just let us leave and - "

"And what?" the big arms came down and were crossed over his barrel chest, all slow and careful and as menacing as he intended "go back to your rooms? You two goin through all that trouble to sneak out, violate curfew, just for a quick hookup?" one hand came up to rub his face and chin, the brain cells churning away in silent, unreadable patterns "seems to me... you two sneakin around half-naked just to mess with each other like a coupla fag boys. Well okay... "

"Okay what?" Jerry read the crack in the armor now. Coach Maurice "Mo" Morrison was horny! Big time! Unlike the entire male population of this complex, this guy for some weird reason, was still walking around with a weeks' worth of cum backed up in his balls! No wonder he was all pissed off!

"You two need to mess around with each other? Well do it! I ain't ever seen two real live fag boys in the flesh do that shit. So what you two like to do to each other? Suck dick? Buttfuck each other?" enjoying their shocked expression "yeah just like I thought! You two never did shit more than what I see you doin on the stairs before!" Tim knew better than to look at Jerry and burst out laughing. He did not know which was more ridiculous: this guy was so horny he was clueless, or he and Jerry were two fumbling virgins! Again their was a crack in Mo's armor, and Tim knew what they needed to do.

"We ain't gay!" he looked at the ground, knowing Jerry would play along "we never did anything... I mean..."

"It was an accident" Jerry chimed in, seeing his part to play in this now "I just bumped into Tom - "

"Tim!" yeah, Jerry was getting the hints.

"Tim and well... I was just looking for a coke machine wasn't broken..."

"On the stairs?" Mo was not smiling "you just happen t'be lookin for a coke machine and next thing y'know you two are tradin spit?"

"Yeah... well... kinda..."

"Show me!" Mo put his hands behind his head again, his deeply etched pits starting to discolor "show me how you two fag boys just bumped into each other, accidental like... show me."

"But..."

"I ain't real up on all this fag shit. Show me how you two just accidentally ended up makin out. Now! Do it!"

Jerry and Tim looked at each other knowing they could do this. Obviously the big guy wanted to see them make out. And the growing tube in his jeans meant he wanted to see it bad. So when Jerry used his longer arms to reach over and grab Tim by his thicker shoulders, the two of them started to wrestle around, guessing it was rough enough to be convincing. How their towels stayed on was nothing short of pure will power. They jostled and tugged and pushed, the taller Jerry managing to overpower the stronger Tim at a few points, knowing how hot it would look, two half-naked blond jocks wrestling around, their sweaty pumped muscles on display for the very big, very horny coach watching it all from his comfortable chair. Knowing they were on display, and knowing their semi-strenuous wrestling was a big turn-on for the older guy was having its effect on both of them.

"When I found you two fag boys, you weren't wrestlin y'were kissin! Let's see y'two do that now" the deepening voice another chink in the armor. Jerry leaned down and started french kissing Tim, counter-maneuvering for all his attempts to pull away in shock and disgust. When they started pressing against each other, even grinding their crotches against each other, they braced and tried not to act too surprised when Mo grunted,

"Lose the towels." and there it was! The big coach brought them here for something triple-x, no mistake.

"No!" Tim pretending he was protesting against Jerry's continued attempts to lock faces "I can't!"

"Drop those towels now! Let's see if you two really a coupla fag boys."

"But we're not wearing anything underneath" Jerry tried, hoping Tim did not react to the lameness of it.

"Fuck, that's the idea! Lose the towels now!" and before Tim broke his concentration Jerry reached down and undid the knot holding his buddie's towel up. As Mo was expecting, Tim's hardon sprung free, banging into Jerry's front.

"Yeah, just what I was expectin" Mo growled, the muscles in his arms and chest tensing with the effort not to reach down and start stroking himself "only a real fag boy gets boned kissin a guy. Okay Tim... if it's such a big turn-on for you t'be makin out with Jerry there, why don't ya show him how much that body of his turns you on. Y'been wanderin the halls lookin t'get all over some dude, here's your chance!"

"But it's wrong... and like you're watchin makin it even nastier..." Tim was on the same page all right.

"Nasty and kinky like..." man if he didn't do something about that bone in his pants Mo was gonna cream himself soon "let's see how nasty and kinky it gets."

Tim started licking and mouthing the whole area around around Jerry's neck and shoulders, his hands making sure to stay above his navel. He knew it was coming but he was not going to make this any easier for Mo sitting over there. The sounds and vibes coming from that direction told the guys Coach Mo was getting hornier and hornier. Tim wanted to see how long they could make this last now. Especially when he realized that as much as he enjoyed having to perform sexually for this big black coach, Jerry was enjoying it more. Tim didn't need to grab the lump in Jerry's towel to prove the point.

"This gettin ya hot and horny?" Mo's voice came through to Tim "this makes ya all hard and cranked?"

"No... I mean..." Tim was going to keep pushing it.

"I wanna see ya jackin on yer meat when ya pull off yer bud's towel now. Like pervin on his naked bod totally turns yer crank got it?" and Tim crouched down, one hand tugging at his familiarly hard dick once again, his fingers loosening the knot of the Jerry's dirty towel. There was a brief struggle and then that big cut dick was on view again. When Tim saw it was only half-hard he panicked for all of a half-second before he sensed Jerry was doing math problems in his head to keep it from going to full bone. What an award-winning performance, Tim smiled to himself. And Tim kept up his part of the bargain, acting like all those blond pubes were something too gross to look at, much less touch. His fingers hesitated and hesitated some more, waiting for the inevitable,

"Go on, let's see ya jack yer bud's meat just like y'been jackin yerself all this time. Go on, it ain't gonna bite ya."

"It's gross..." Tim moaned "it's like a dude's DICK fer cryinoutloud okay? Touchin a dude's dick is like..." as his hand rubbed down through the line of hairs going south from Jerry's navel, down to those forbidden pubes and before he got sick to his stomach, or not, his fingers were encircling the thickening growing dick, the calculus equations no longer serving their purpose. And when Jerry's hands started pushing the back of Tim's head closer, there was a brief and almost-convincing struggle for a few moments.

"Okay fag boy, yer friend there really wants t'feel that fag mouth of yers on his dick now" Mo managed to gulp out after a few attempts. If this kept up his pants were going to be a major mess, either ripping out the fly or filling with his pent-up jizz. He had to hurry up this show-of-shows fast now "suck his dick! Now!"

"But coach! I can't do that! That's like totally gay!" Tim hoped and prayed he did not hear chuckling above him or else he would crack up as well. But there was nothing but slow steady breathing, Jerry's firm belly pressing out and back in a steady and very turned on fashion. It would appear Jerry was no longer kidding anymore than Mo over there. The irony in his own head faded fast as the smell of lust started spreading out from that uncomfortable chair. Tim took a deep breath and leaned forward, his mouth again filling with that familiar spongy head, slipping into the familiar patterns of stimulation he always applied to the familiar areas, no longer concerned about playing the reluctant straight jock for Mo's benefit.

"Yeah, just like I thought! Fag boy sure as fuck knows his way around a hard dick! Suck it! Suck yer bro-I mean bud's dick! Do it! Do it!" Mo's voice more and more strangled as he did all he could not to lose it "harder! harder! Yeah, show me that hard wet dick! Show me how much yer br-bud grooves on having his straight jock bud goin down on his bone" Tim leaned back, grabbing Jerry's cock around the base in a tight grip, squeezing it and making it swell, big and red, shiny and impressive. All for Mo's benefit, for his growing arousal "fuckin big dick for a white kid! Yeah big jock big dick! Okay big jock let's see ya return the favor on your fag boy fuckbud now. Switch places you two! Now!" like Jerry needed much incentive to drop to his knees, no pretense needed to get that hard thick dick in his mouth next. He made the obligatory frown and grimace before he started bobbing away like crazy "two fag boys we got here! Real red-blooded, hard-core total cocksuckin fag boys... suckin each other... suckin dick... suck... suck... yeah..." he was not going to last another minute like this.

Mo raised himself from of his easy chair, the front of his jeans showing a severe protrusion out and to the side. Nothing he wanted more than to pull it free and let it shoot several gallons of his burning hot cum all over their hot stud faces. But he knew if he so much as lowered his hand to his fly, the slightest pressure on his crotch and it would all be over. Talk about trapped by his own ploy, his hand caught in his own trap and the clock was ticking "stand up, both of you. I wanna see which one of you two studs's packin the bigger tool... yeah looks like Jerry there has the serious fucktube. Y'know what that means Tim... don't pretend y'never bent over for yer fuckbud before!"

"What? No! No way! I don't take it up the ass, you nuts?"

"This time y'do bud. All those times you been makin hints, hinting around, seein how many shots it would take... right buddy boy?"

Buddy boy? Tim heard that and knew something was up. When he saw the same thing Jerry was seeing, getting the same alarms ringing in his ear, he knew enough to go along with the new script, hoping his new wrestling stunts were convincing enough for that over-horned Mo all but breathing down their nccks now. But did Jerry have to be so rough? By the time Tim was forced to his knees, Jerry's hands forcing his knees apart, his back was sore and bruised, his shoulder still stinging from where he was slammed against the edge of the bed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Mo double over, expecting the waves of blue-tinged orgasm to pulse through the room, but when the tension was not discharged, instead only increasing, Tim had to wait for Jerry's signal. What he felt instead was something cool and greasy being rubbed around his already sore pucker. When it started tingling and then inching all he could think was: where the fuck did Mo get Kroozhe's gel from? His head jerked with the realization! This WAS Kroozhe's room, just like they had predicted all along. So was Mo in on this? Jerry answered no, but brace yourself instead! When he felt the big head of Jerry's hardon press against him he almost didn't relax in time. When he had managed to allow the head to invade him, pressing more and more of the burning green goo deeper into him, all he could do was close his eyes and breathe, and let Jerry know he was okay. Dying but okay.

"Fuck YEAH! Fuck him! Fuck him in the ass! Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Mo's hands were beneath his polo shirt, yanking it free of his jeans in his haste to rub his nipples raw, anything to keep his mitts away from his leaking dick "fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" and something like an explosion went off in the room, coming neither from Jerry's cock inching deeper into his best mate's inside, nor from Mo's grossly protruding pants,

WHAT!!! THE!!! FUCK!!!!!" Sam Morrison stood in the open doorway, not sure what to take in first. As the door flew out of his hands and slammed against the wall with a sound like a bomb going off, he looked from his kid brother, to the two naked guys in a deep and hard fuck at Maurice's feet, back to his bro's obvious erection, back to the faces of the two almost glued together, to his brother's hand rubbing his chest, back to the expression of the two buttfucking, not shocked not slowing, back to the white eyeballs in Maurice's face, all in the span of one and half seconds if that.

"FUCK! SAM!" Mo attempting to double over either trying to hide or relieve his massive hardon "what are - "

"Sit down and SHUT THE FUCK UP!" if Mo could boom, Sam could set off seismographs several states aways. Jerry pulled free more from the sonic boom than from the shock of discovery "you two get dressed. MauRICE!" Sam turned back to him, this time the boom sent him flying onto his ass, the chair behind him by sheer luck breaking his fall. It would have been funny had the room not reeked of sweat and horn.

"Wait! I can... Sam... I can explain..." Mo had never EVER let his brother catch him doing anything worse than dashing bareass down the hall from the bathroom when they were kids, separate rooms, separate secrets. When they both checked and then double-checked their schedules, a flurry of e-mails before they convinced themselves it was true! they were both going to be at the same camp during the same week in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere! Sam was all excited, making plans for them to hit the town, rip it up, and generally make up for all the times they didn't connect. But Maurice was not so eager for their "together" time, all the craziness of the last few days working in his favor like some left-handed blessing. All the efforts to avoid his big brother and now THIS?!?! "Sam, it's not - "

"How it looks, and bro it looks soooo baaaaaaad! You makin these two young dudes do sex shit so you can get yer rocks off pervin to it? That's like total nasty bro!"

"It wasn't like that! Like it was all - "

"Big fuckin accident" Sam and Jerry completed each other's phrase simultaneously. Again it would have brought a smirk had there not been three, and maybe four, hardons on display around the room.

"I jus'found'm and - "

"Okay Maurice - "

"Don't call me that!" stealing a glance at the two naked guys who were trying with varying success to remove as much of the green gel from various sensitive areas before it got worse.

"What should I call you? Shit-fer-brains?" seeing the greenish stains on the towels sent Sam over the edge "you made them... fuck! And with the green shit too?"

"It was supposta be a joke okay?"

"Dude's ain't laughin" Sam caught the sentiments of the two guys. When he sensed they were not freaked, or as scared as they had every right to be under the circumstances, Sam got a curious idea. Where did it come from? Tim had to look away before he was busted "okay baby bro. Yeah, y'don't like Maurice - "

"Mo! Call me Mo!"

"Like hell I will! Okay BAby! That's what it's gonna be! Baby!"

"Knock it OFF!" Mo would have lauched his serious strength at his equally muscular brother had he the wits to pull it together in time "don't - "

"Okay... Baby" ignoring the pissing and moaning coming from the chair "just t'let ya know I ain't the total asshole y'seem t'think I am or some shit" glaring at the two before they ruined his little ruse "t'let y'know ain't go no hard feelins or shit - "

"So we cool here?" Jerry heard Mo say it almost as fast as he could think it.

"Sure Baby, we cool'n then some" Sam was keeping an eye on that hardon in his brother's pants, hoping it would not explode before things got interesting.

"So we can jus send these dudes back to there rooms, no hard feelin right?"

"Well..." Sam held up his hand, not that the two would be in a hurry to leave, not getting the vibes from them he was now "just t'show you we're all cool here..." back to his brother "how about..."

"How about what?" Mo was getting to hate all this hesitation from his older brother.

"How about..." he set the trap "I let you decide your own punishment..."

"Say wha???" where did this "punishment" thing come from?

"Y'know... rather'n me callin a meetin of all the coaches tomorrow to sorta get us all on the same page like..."

"Hey! C'mon Sam!"

"Instead we just keep this in the family like" looking at the two naked guys "guess yer family now."

"Guess so" Tim went over to the bed, easing himself down and making a point of acting like he was still suffering. Like it was Mo's dick up his butt or something.

"So Baby... what's your punishment gonna be?" Sam's smile faded fast.

"Yer shittin me right?"

"Nope, not at all. But it seems like you been real creative like so far coming up with 'punishments' for these two boneheads, let's see you come up with somethin just as creative for your own punishment. But none of this running-errands-all-week bullshit. I'm talkin somethin right.. here, right now. Well?"

"Here?" there was that word again, both Jerry and Tim heard it loud and clear.

"And now, y'got it."

"Okay... but they gotta leave" not looking, just nodding at the two blond guys sitting facing him.

"Nah, they earned the right t'stay" Sam rubbed his chin "besides I'm thinkin it would be more of a punishment if they were here to witness it like."

"Witness what?" Mo was prepared to debate this until dawn if that's what it took.

"What y'come up with. Takes ya back don't it?"

"What's that mean?"

"Like when we were kids, and you got yer ass into all sorts of trouble I hadda bail ya outa..."

"Shit... y'ain't..."

"Come up with somethin?"

"No way! Not that Captain shit!"

"Fine! Captain Game it is!"

"No fuckin WAY!"

"Okay... Baby" waiting for the yelling to subside "think it's time for the Captain Game!"

"The what?" but Mo was yelling something less coherent "the captain what?"

"Baby, figure it out! Y'really think these two new family members ain't gonna throw yer ass in jail after what I catch you doin t'these dudes here?" Sam knew sure as hell after all that had been happening, what his idiot brother was doing with these two guys was almost laughable in its innocence, comparatively speaking. He was gambling his uptight, hard-ass brother had somehow miraculously avoided all the 'activities" going on in every room, every hallway, every dining hall, every shower room, every "lab" within a five-mile radius. Chance of one in a million. But this was Sam's lucky day. Or night "I'm sicka bailin yer ass outa jail, got it Baby? So either it's gonna be the Captain Game - remember it was YOUR idea - or you and your big horny cellmate gonna get really friendly. What's it gonna be?"

"You are fuckin outa yer mind y'know that?" but big Maurice "Mo" Morrison, all two-hundred forty pounds of thick-necked hard-ass, AFL star and younger brother of Sam Morrison, raised his butt out of his chair, hoping his hardon was less noticeable. By maybe an inch if that "this is totally fucked up!"

"Captain says shut the fuck up!"

"Like fuckin hell!"

"That's one, okay" Sam looked at the two guys "okay up t'you two. If y'really don't wanna stick around y'can get dressed and leave - "

"Dressed?" Jerry bit his tongue to keep from smirking. He almost said "leave?" like the two had not been drawn to Kroozhe's room, now "their" room, as agreed. So why they would want to leave "their" room, especially with the situation unfolding exactly as they had both envisioned, well their towels were staying where they lay.

"Or y'can stay but this ain't gonna be exactly somethin for children" Sam snarled at his kid brother "right Baby?"

"Look we were just fuckin around" Mo bit his lip, realizing his mistake as soon as the words were out of his big mouth.

"Okay that's two, since Captain never gave ya permission to speak" waiting for the back-talk but this time Mo knew enough to shut up "and the only 'fuckin around' was what you were makin these two innocent kids do for your sick screwed-up fantasy" hearing Mo's slight grunt before he stopped himself in time "yeah y'learnin finally. So you two..."

"I'm Tim. The guy with the big dick up my butt, that's Jerry" he sat there, trying to look as innocent and uncomfortable as Sam assumed. Unlike his iron-clad brother, Sam was broadcasting loud and clear. All the years of sibling rivalry, all the hiding and bullshitting, yeah both of them were getting the picture from Sam, big as a drive-in screen, a feature film flashing by in seconds. They could see all the indiscretions that brought Sam to this crossroads, all the activities in which he had been an active participant both with and without his fuckbud Walt, with and without the various jocks. They even read his mind regarding his sole trip to the "labs" in the basement, and how his episode with the milking machine was cut short with the short-circuit malfunction right about the time Grunt first saw the UFO lights over the woods. They knew Sam did not know how much they knew, how many of the puzzle pieces they were dropping in place. That would all change once this "Captain" game got into full swing "and well... y'know..." too late to play too innocent? "if we do stay..."

"Dog here already two down" Sam narrowed his eyes at his brother standing with his head down and sweating buckets "so you - "

"Two what?" Jerry knew full well "so you probably don't want us around now right? This like a sibling thing now, right?"

"Nah, more's the merrier, right bro?" hearing little more than a grunt under his breath "these young kids wanna know how we play the game. Y'wanna tell'm?"

"Captain?" Mo coughed out, his throat full of emotion, the muscles in his thick neck bulging with the urge to throttle someone.

"Captain tells ya to speak. Tell these dogs what the rules are."

"Captain gives the fuckin penalty for each point, and I gotta do'm. Real complicated like. Even two fag boys like you can figure it out" waiting for the reaction, getting nothing but stony silence.

"And what about the two points you're down?" Tim knew it was too easy.

"Those're just - "

"That's three, Baby!" Sam chuckled, seeing the slight smile on Tim's face, knowing he had been set up "Captain never said for you to answer him."

"B-" he caught himself. Now he knew who was gonna be strangled first. That stocky little fuckbud is going down first.

"Almost, Baby..." Sam looked at Tim "guess yer learnin fast huh? So you two stayin or what?"

"Guess we're stayin" Jerry looked at Tim, like he would contradict him. They were seeing the reason for leaving the earlier room come in focus more and more.

"If we can play too" Tim shrugged as best he could "maybe we better watch so we get a better idea how - "

"Fuck that" Sam turned to Mo "so how about your boys stayin for the fireworks? You want them t'stay?"

This time Mo knew enough to stand there and keep quiet, burning a hole in the floor with his angry stare.

"Which one y'want to give ya the first command?" Sam tried again, but Mo kept his mouth shut "fine. Captain asks ya which one of us goes first?"

"None of ya" Mo growled at the floor.

"Captain orders ya to pick one of us. Now Baby!"

"Fuck... okay fag boy Jerry there" not looking up.

"Okay lemme think... lemme think.. now if I'm really this 'big' fag boy" Jerry ran his hand down his hip, emphasizing where he was most big "then I get to give ya a really faggy order" looking at Sam "right?"

"Gotta be something he can do in five minutes or less" Sam looked at Mo "right Baby? We can't have ya walkin around the rest of the week with a 'fuck my ass' sign on your back, right?" waiting for him to lunge at him, but Mo was calming down enough not to sabotage himself any more than he already had "so what's it gonna be?"

"Well, I'm thinkin..." Jerry knew full well what he wanted, but had to settle for small increments to get there "if I'm this big fag boy, I'm guessin the first thing I want is the same thing you forced us t'do. Strip!"

"WHAT?" Mo burst out before he could stop himself.

"Up to four Baby" Sam had to re-assess these two now. Okay, just because it looked like his evil bro was making these two buttfuck against their will, maybe it wasn't as one-sided as it first looked. Maybe... "Captain says lose the clothes, all the clothes!"

Another outburst would only earn him another penalty point, Mo was thinking. And it wasn't like it wasn't true what Jerry said. The first thing he made them do - well after getting them all boned kissing - was lose those towels, right? But Mo was fully dressed! Hell, both he and his brother were fully dressed! And it was not like he made a habit of running around showing dick in front of his older brother. Ever! Hell, he spent a great deal of time and energy just to make sure he was never ever bareass in front of his bigger brother. His hands hesitated at the bottom of his polo shirt already loosened and hanging baggy and wrinkled. Before he stopped to consider the consequences, off it came, his big muscular - and slightly hairy! - pecs flashing his smooth and balding brother. The slight shock on Sam's face was almost worth it. He kicked out of his expensive shoes one by one, then knelt down to remove his dress socks. When he stood up, there were three sets of eyes on the front of his jeans. This was going to take every bit of bravery he could muster, but his clumsy fingers got the belt buckle undone and the fly open. As soon as he did, something pressed his boxers forward.

"Looks like Baby here enjoys exposing himself in front of fags, huh Baby? That right?"

Mo's response was to snarl silently and drop his jeans around his ankles. Even with the loud print of his boxers, all those stains were still very evident. It looked like he already dropped at least a dozen loads in his shorts, from all the stains he was showing. And the way that tube pressed out and down, opening the gap in his fly enough for a healthy look at his black pubes was evidence enough how "disgusted" Mo had been with those two "fag boys" buttfuckin for his benefit a few moments before. There was no way he could get around this; he had to lose the undershorts now. Fine!

He turned his back on the group and pushed them down, mooning them good in the process. By the time the three had adjusted to the sight of "Mo" Morrison, naked and showing butt! hard muscular butt at that! it was a good minute or two. Jerry and Tim took a while to register that this sight was just as shocking to Sam as it was to them. And it was more than shocking, Tim was the first to realize. Fuck! Sam Morrison had never seen his brother naked before! And further he had avoided it as much as Mo because he feared the reaction it was now having in his pants! The dude was getting horned over his adult brother's naked ass!

"Turn around stud!" Jerry wanted to see if he would do it or not. When Mo's head turned to glare at him, they all knew it would cost him.

"That's five. Captain says turn around and face the music, hands behind your head! Do it Baby!"

Mo could do little but continue the motion he had started, until he was facing all of them, his hands plastered over his crotch. With a look that would cut a hole through the defensive line, he raised his giant hands and put them behind his head, his big uncut dick flopping forward and then down over his thickly haired nads. Sam had to gulp. Not only was his kid brother bigger, he was much MUCH hairier, and not just on his head. Talk about being out-gunned! And Mo was smirking at him, almost rubbing it in his face now.

"That's as big as it gets Baby?" Sam taunted him.

"Bigger'n you!" Mo spat back, knowing it would cost him.

"Six?" Sam looked at Jerry losing count "close enough. My turn" looking at Tim, not expecting or seeing a look of disappointment. Both of them were almost drooling instead "Captain says..." rubbing his chin, the same gesture Mo had used earlier on those two, both of them chuckling at the similarity "this time it's not somethin t'do, it's worse" seeing Mo's quick glance "Captain says... tell us - all three of us! - the last time you drained those overflowing balls of you, and how..."

"You're kiddin right?" rolling his eyes, knowing it would cost him again. He held up seven fingers nodding.

"Captain says, talk!"

"Fuck fine... at least it wasn't with my dick up some dude's shithole okay?" glancing to see Jerry's reaction, but the kid was almost rubbing himself now "fuck fine... okay it was... a few days... okay maybe a week ago..." expecting a sneer or two, but instead he got two, then three wide-eyed gasps "that funny t'you? Cause I can hold my control and not be runnin around like all you fags doin all sorts of nasty shit every chance I can?"

Sam was more worried than shocked. Why had his brother been immune to all these activities going on everywhere! And for how long.

"Captain says, finish the question! When and how?"

"Still thinks that counts for two but okay fine! Like Monday last week okay? That what y'wanna hear is it? How? Fuckin tell ya how! Like this!" giving a fast jackin motion with his right hand. Immediately Sam remembered his brother was left handed! Too weird here!

"My turn" Tim looked at Sam then Mo "so what's all this shit then about freakin out seein me'n Jerry here makin out on the stairs like" not surprised to see a lack of shock on Sam's face "and then you drag us back here and make us suck and fuck for you? What's up with that?"

"Captain says" Sam translated for him "tell us why you made these two come back to this room and do sex shit for you, if all that fag shit is so disgusting!"

"It just is, okay! Don't ask me why! I just never seen two dudes, two fag boy dudes, really do it okay? Like suck each other's dick, and then buttfuck! Maaaaan!"

"You so disgusted how come y'almost shot off in yer pants, huh?" Jerry tagteamed then.

Mo just looked at his fully dressed brother with the slightest of shrugs. That's your damn answer!

"Captain says..." Sam's jaw was still itching "let's see..."

"I got one" Tim was gonna kick this up a notch "it can be doin things, not just truth-or-dare shit, right?"

"Like what?" Sam knew these two were full of revenge now.

"Okay Mo" Tim used that name and not Baby intentionally "y'so disgusted with all this fag shit, then let's see ya suck a dick and not let that uncut piece of meat of yours get hard again, got it?"

"What?" Mo wheeled on him "are you lookin to get killed right now?"

"Seven? Eight?" Sam looked at Tim "y'see once he hits ten we stop counting. And he forfeits big time!"

"Forfeits what?" Jerry could only guess.

"The game" looking at Mo "for starters" he did not really want to see his bro's face when he said it, but was watching Tim's face instead "Captain says, let's see Baby get this big-dicked white boy t'cum! With yer damn mouth!"

"F-" which would have been fuck-you! and and flying fists any other time, but Mo knew it was three against one. And if his bro didn't spread this all over camp, those two punks would!

"Somethin about this place" Tim looked at Jerry "brings out my 'artistic' side. Sam, Mo, we got any cameras around here?"

"No cameras!" Mo shouted.

"Okay that's eight, no mistake" Sam looked at him "well? Captain says, answer the question. You got one of those standard-issue cameras in your room here?"

"Ain't my room" either a snarl or a reluctant admission, take your pick.

"You want a camera, you find it" Sam threw his hands up. As soon as he did, Jerry asked Tim. Soon they were scanning the room between them. One of the drawers called their name. Beneath a collection of papers and even some articles of clothing, Tim found what he was looking for. He turned it on and noticed it was already half-full. Very curious. He took a quick picture of Mo before he could double over and turn away. A large brown naked blur would have to do for starters.

"Okay Baby, Captain says, make that white snake shoot in your mouth, bro. Now!"

"And not get boned doing it" Tim reminded him.

"Captain says, and not get all boned out doin it. Now!"

There was a great deal of grumbling and glaring but after a bit of a stare-down, Mo lowered his large frame down to his knees, showing them that would be the extent of his participation. Even before Jerry stepped over and pressed his crotch into Mo's face, there were several flashes from Tim's camera. Jerry gave his cock a few strokes just to get Mo's attention before he lifted the head against Mo's lips. Mo closed his eyes, and his his mouth stayed shut as well. If they wanted to make him suck dick, they were gonna have to force him. Sam was about to shout out a repetition of the command but Jerry waved him away: I can handle this.

He lifted his cock again and started rubbing it around, back and forth over Mo's mouth, enjoying the resistance he was creating, only making his cock respond faster. A few times he shoved forward, and each time was met with a a solid wall of muscular resistance. But after one picture caught him with the tip of that white boy's head just a half-inch past his lips the dam started to burst. By the time Jerry was hard again - still? - he was getting at least the head all the way past those tightened lips. Then it was more than just the thickened head, it was a good two inches of the neck.

Then it was most of the neck and Mo was gagging and coughing in response. By the time Mo had gotten the hang of using his tongue and breathing in sych, Jerry was giving that tight mouth a slow steady fucking, knowing the effect on Sam was as bad as their sex acts before on Mo.

"Daaaaaaaaam! If it don't look like my baby bro can't go near a dude's dick without getting all boned" Sam was trying not to be shocked. But first seeing his brother naked, then naked and on his knees, then on his knees with a white kid's bone down his throat, and his own cock bobbing away like this was the hottest thing in the world... a major revelation to say the least! But it was too much! Just the sight before when Mo turned around, his thick muscled arms bulging, his torso splattered with those areas of curly hairs just like their dad - no don't think about that! - Mo's big nipples all hard, and his big hard gut, the way his navel was all popping out just like his own, and those hairy pubes! It was like looking at his own before he trimmed them, but that cock had his beat by... well he'd never admit that. And Sam could not keep his eyes off Mo's front, hell he never saw him naked before, right? And sure as fuck not like this, not all shiny and sweaty and boned! "Baby yer total hard!"

Mo's only response was to cough and spit on the floor.

"Dude already cum in your mouth Baby?" Sam was enjoying this more and more.

"Fuck no!" Mo snapped back, nodding when he heard,

"Nine bro!"

"Fuck no I didn't cum" Jerry pulled his long wet and very hard cock out of that mouth "couldn't anymore tonight if I wanted to" looking at Tim "not after the night we had."

"Captain says..." Sam's eyes were glued on his brother as Tim caught the image for posterity, Mo naked and hard on his knees, spit running out of both corners of his mouth "y'made these two suck and what else? Captain says y'gotta do the same shit y'made them do. Suck and what else? Answer."

"Fuck.." Mo narrowed his eyes at Sam "y'volunteerin?"

"Not me Baby... not me..."

"My turn" Tim beamed at Jerry "one of us dude's gonna fuck your ass the same way y'forced big-dick Jerry here to pop my cherry" straight face and all, and even better Jerry lowered his head like he was feeling remorse "big stud like you should be able to handle that easy enough. Hell, big pro athlete like you must be used to a lot of pain, taking a dick up the ass a piece of cake right?" knowing all those black muscles could do nothing but crouch there trying to hide what was sticking out of his black pubes "but we gonna make this interesting, what you say big brother?"

"Well..." rubbing the skin on his chin raw "depends on just what you're plannin here. Shit, this IS my bro here, don't want no real harm comin to him" slapping him on his bare hard shoulder "right Baby?" knowing he could not answer more than a curled lip "so don't know what you're plannin but - "

"Simple" Tim nodded at Jerry "this big stud brother of yours is gonna tell us which one of us he really REALLY wants to fuck him in the ass. My turn is I get to force the answer out of him!"

"No force!" Sam was hoping these two were not as vicious as some of his former roommates, some of the guys who took no prisoners, even when joints were cracking and nasty bruises were forming. Talk about some serious bad-ass sore losers! Nothing like that was going to happen to his brother. Getting all this sibling shit out of his system was one thing; a trip to the hospital something else entirely "no bruises, nothing violent got it?"

"Nothing worse than..." Tim looked around until he found where Mo had tried to hide the tube of ointment "than this! Your brother here knows all about this, I'm guessing you do too right?" seeing his reaction "this is gonna be torture enough right Mo?"

Mo's muscles tensed, all those big thick piles of flesh flinching and bunching, looking at his brother with something like pleading in his eyes. But Sam was relieved these two were not thinking of anything worse than a liberal application of the green shit... where? He saw Tim smear some into one of his palms and with little resistance ease the big guy to a standing position. Mo flinched when Tim's greased hand started smearing it up and down his thick erect shaft, and for good measure, the sadistic kid even put a second dollop under Mo's foreskin! Damn if that didn't get a loud shout and a violent jump from him!

"These little punks seem to know what they're doing Baby" Sam went from serious concern to relief back to concern again, seeing Tim's familiarity with uncut meat, knowing exactly where to put the green ointment for maximum discomfort. When he skipped Mo's purple balls and started on his crack, Sam hated to admit it but this was starting to get his bone big time! Something about seeing his baby brother bare-ass naked, his big Morrison-sized dick all shiny and bobbing, his balls crinkling and writhing in their sac, then those thick muscular thighs stretching and spreading as the blond kid started doing things to his bro's butt nobody could do and live. And damn but if Mo was not panting like he was almost getting into this as much as Sam was!

"Okay..." Tim tossed the tube back to the floor "my guess this won't take long. Or as long as you want it to, right Mo?" looking at Jerry who went behind Mo and held his arms behind his back "we won't tie ya up, but I'm guessin your stud brother there would like nothing better than to see you tied up just the way you two used to play Cowboys and..." Tim got a weird look on his face "Confederates? Cowboys and Confederates?"

"How you KNOW that?" Sam could ask, but Mo was still holding his tongue, but both of them showing shocked expression.

"Funny name for it but yeah... you two would tie each other up, never daring to take it to the next level right?" Tim's hand running up and down Mo's big pecs slightly covered with those curly hairs towards the nipples where his fingers were heading next "not like you two didn't wanna do this" rubbing one then both of those big tits until they were as hard as Mo's - yeah and now Sam's - cock was getting. Tim knew exactly where to rub and when to stop, Mo's sensitive spots as obvious as if they were labeled in colored markers. When he had all the right spots raw and vibrating Tim started "okay stud, who's it gonna be? Who ya want up your virgin ass?"

Mo was gasping for air, his big chest filled out to the maximum, the way his arms stayed pinned behind him only added several inches of muscle. And the way all that dark hard flesh was covered with sweat and streaked gel only made him look more amazing. This time it was Sam taking pictures, keeping his hands away from his visible hardon. Seeing the reaction in Sam's pants only made Mo more aroused if possible. Sam even got a few close-ups of those long strands of pre-cum hanging from the end of Mo's dick, the head now pushing free of the foreskin, big and purple and tingling with goo. When Tim's hands went to tugging at Mo's tightening ballsac, Mo's gasps and groans started growing more and more rapid and desperate.

"You almost getting ready to blow your load right?" Tim's hand was staying away from the fully erect tube, working instead on those tight hard balls. When he heard Mo's strangled scream, Tim's hand tightened around the base of that hard tube, feeling it throb and swell. The head swelled even more as a glob of clear fluid oozed out "fuck that was close. These balls really really want to empty their load don't they?" bouncing and yanking them, ignoring the screams and swearing coming from Mo as he struggled to break away from Jerry's grip on his arms "yeah you're so close you would stand right here in front of all of us and jack off if you had a chance right? Right?" slapping the back of his hand against the underside of Mo's cock. Again it swelled and would have started shooting his pent-up load but this time Tim had to use both hands to form a tighter tourniquet around the base of that spasming cock.

"Okay Baby, Captain says tell us who fucks you and this white boy sadist maybe lets you empty those bull balls. Who?"

"Fuck, fuck fuck.." and now Tim's fingers were rubbing back and forth between the underside of those hard tight balls and the virgin pucker getting more familiar with the sensation of that green jel rubbed around the wrinkled opening. When Tim's finger started pressing into the tight ring the floodgates opened! Mo's cock ballooned as the first foot-long volley hit Sam's pants, and would have continued had Tim's hand not squeezed tight around the swelling head. But Mo's two-week abstinence was doing everything it could to burst free.

"That's bad, real bad Baby..." Sam looked down at his ruin pants "Baby made a real big mess on me..."

"I'm sorry fuck! I couldn't help it okay?" Mo was trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he balanced on the edge of his orgasm, his heat threatening to explode. The way his chest was heaving and sweat rolling off him, it looked like he would pass out any second "okay ten okay? I lose okay?"

"Who is it Baby? You shot - almost shot your load - daaaaaamn can't you hold it?" looking down at his pants "Baby why you been holding it for what? months?"

"Jus b'cause okay? I'm fucked okay? But don't make me say... it... okay?"

"Y'dont haveta..." Sam started unbuttoning his sweat-stained shirt, pulling it free, knowing it would be a major revelation for some of them. Even his white t-shirt beneath was wet, so that had to go as well, his bare muscled chest and big hard gut causing a few gulps around the room "unless the Captain orders ya to, got it?" seeing the shocked pleading in his brother's eyes.

"Lemme see what more of that green stuff does" Tim was enjoying working over this guy. And knowing his brother was enjoying it more was just frosting on the cake. But he and Jerry both knew why they were here, what had been "promised" to them. Could Sam be hearing them, could he read their thoughts as well?

"Won't be necessary" Sam kicked out of his shoes, his hand hesitating at his belt, seeing Mo's eyes go wide "Captain says you're gonna do some suckin on each of us now" his fat, almost as long, but very hard cock poking through the gap in his fly as he lowered his stained pants, seeing and almost tasting the reaction coming from Mo now "Captain says that dick of yours is gonna shoot soon as the right cock goes down your throat, like you could stop it even if y'wanted. Captain says..." Sam stood there wearing his boxer briefs, his uncut cock out with the head pushing free of the skin fast, his hand reaching for the camera again "blond kid with the big dick first. Captain says suck his dick!"

Which is what Mo did. It was almost a relief he had to resume his blowjob on that Jerry kid instead of what was sticking out of his brother's fly. He had NEVER seen his older brother's cock, and sure as fuck never hard! He knew as soon as his mouth made contact with that hard flesh it would all be over. Having that bastard bring him to the point of cumming and then stop... man that kid better hope he don't find himself alone with the Mo Monster somewhere he cannot run for cover. He'd be on his knees getting his ass plowed before he was out of his uniform. So suckin on that same dick again was a bit of a reprieve for Mo. Just as soon as he felt himself cooling off, feeling some of the sexual tension easing a bit, that long dick was replaced by the thick fat dick of the bastard sadist Tim instead. Now Mo was gagging in earnest, no amount of holding his breath could keep him from gagging and gasping for air. He was too busy seeing stars and trying not to pass out to realize someone was fingering his ass! He had no idea who it was, but the way the same itching and burning on his cock started spreading to his tight hole told him someone was out for his blood now.

Mo was not sure which happened next. But the fat dick in his mouth was replaced by something that could only have been the uncut even fatter head of his bro's hard dick! At the same time a lubed finger slid inside his hole! And then everything just flew into a thousand pieces, that finger poking him where his cum started gushing from him as that hard piece of Sam's meat started thrusting into his throat, forcing more and more of Mo's cum to shoot out of his untouched cock and all over the floor as the room spinning, then the whole building shaking apart, great big clouds of green and red gas jetting high into the sky everything going to hell...

Mo felt something like a cool breeze on his face, hearing something rustling in his ears, remembering a spring morning many years ago. Maybe he was hearing his brother Sam calling his name he opened his eyes and looked up to his brother's face spinning above him. He was flat on his back, the cool wooden floor pressing against his bare shoulders and butt, the ceiling and those twinkling lights and his brother's face all twittering and spiraling around in curious little circles. He tried to lift his head but everything started coming apart again,

"Wha...wha... wha happened?"

"Y'passed out Baby. Fuck, when you cum you fuckin CUM!" not mentioning Mo was lying in it now. If he didn't figure it out, he would soon "luckily Tim here caught ya when ya tumbled over. Y'can thank him y'don't have a black eye where y'landed."

Mo looked over at one of the heads spinning around, hoping it was the right one,

"Thanks I guess" he looked around, seeing three naked bodies now besides his own. That was bad enough, but when he felt some hands on his chest he just closed his eyes, hoping there would be no more of their activities for tonight. He felt like he just played two championship games back to back, carrying a buffalo on his shoulders to boot! He was knocked out and those hands were not helping at all.

"You just rest Baby..." Sam did not need to wink at those two "after your mind-blowing orgasm... we don't wanna take advantage of ya... right?"

"Just lemme rest okay?" Mo threw one large arm over his face, that alone was a major effort. Did somebody slip him something? When? Why did he feel like such a... such a Baby?

With his vision blocked, Mo could only lie there and guess who was rubbing him where. The hands on his chest felt great, not too girly not too rough, and then when somebody started on his calves and up to his corded thighs he just groaned with pleasure. Like they knew exactly where to exert the right pressure. And for how long. When two strong hands started working up the inside of his thighs he would have pushed them away with a gruff joke, the same way he always did for those post-game rubdowns. But this time he was too knocked out; this time the hands kept going north, all the way up until there was the slightest tickling just grazing the bottom of his low hangers.

"Hey! Knock it off!" Mo groaned, but it sounded more like "hhhoooofff..." so of course the fingers continued to knead the length of his satorials, going higher and inside until his balls were getting a glancing rub with each stroke. Mo could only groan his inarticulate protests, knowing nothing felt as good as what those hands were doing. At one point he succumbed to the slight pressure to spread his legs, those fingers rubbing the inside of his sore thighs deeper and higher, fingers grazing the area beneath his balls. When they started to worm their way back to his greasy crack he snapped his legs together with all his strength. At least that's what it felt like, his muscles all soft rubbery mush. If he really was drugged, then why was... shit! he WAS starting to respond. He felt hot embarrassed blood pumping into his crotch, suddenly the fingers working between his legs not his main worry. And it wasn't like there was a hand anywhere near his dick. But he felt it growing and then throbbing and lifting off his leg. Fuck, he was growing a pole!

"Enough! Knock it off!" and Sam heard something like "nnnffffofff!" which he ignored as his fingers started to work over his bro's big pecs, making those big round nipples firm up under his touch. And that Tim kid was working Mo's crack like he lost something valuable in there and would not stop digging until he found it. As much as Sam wanted to grab that pole sticking straight up from Mo's crotch, he knew the main event was about to begin soon. And Sam's hands on Mo's chest were speeding up the inevitable. Especially when they started digging into his pits, the most ticklish spots lighting up like magic.

"Knock it off!" this time they understood him loud and clear "hey!"

"As much as I want a long-overdue piece of this" Sam's fingers ran down from his pits to his asscheeks "and as much as that pole of yours wants it just as bad" Jerry giving the base a good shake right on cue and damn if a few drops of fluid didn't go flying "we're gonna haveta ease you into the idea" standing over Mo's face, Mo looking straight up at his big brother's dick hard and ready to go "but it ain't happenin... unless..."

"Unless what?" Mo wanted to lie there and rest, and get used to the idea of what he had done in the last hour. He had gone from avoiding every single situation even hinting of sexual activities, and man have there been a lot lately! to conning two guys into performing for his personal sexual gratification, only to get busted by his hotter-than-shit brother, the one he never so much as saw stripped down to his shorts, and now what? He blew his load while blowing him? And his brother was not freaking over it? In fact now they were bidding on who was gonna buttfuck him first? Wait! They never actually said that, but he heard it right? How the fuck did he know that?

"Unless we're all together about this bro" yeah Sam did call him Baby "y'really want us to do it, I mean REALLY want us to do it well..."

"Well what?" Mo looked at those two blond kids like their presence was the deciding factor or something "what about them?"

"What about us?" Tim was openly stroking Jerry's cock now, little concern for how it might look. When he reached over and did the same to Sam's big shaved dick he expected a token amount of protest. Instead Sam sighed and pointed it at his brother's open mouth.

"These guys are in it bro... so tell me y'like what yer seein... and you'll do what it takes to get this" Tim squeezing it tight, making it stand out hard and big for Mo's eyes "to do things to your insides y'can't even imagine... yes or no bro?"

"Sheeeeet" Mo reached down to yank on himself, starting to absorb all the horniness around him. When Sam slapped his hand away he looked at him like the kid brother he was "whatya do that for?"

"No playin with yerself til y'decide bro. Y'want me inside you or not?"

"Sheeeet" Mo's new favorite word "only if they ain't stickin around t'watch" Mo gave in, all the tension and fear draining away, his large muscles relaxing into their natural state "I mean..."

"Hey" Jerry's hard cock was watching all this with growing interest. Finding itself in its second butt that night would be too sweet for words "thought we still had turns!"

"Game's over" Mo growled at him, the old Coach Morrison reasserting itself.

Even if he was lying flat on his back, naked and hard, with several bones hovering over him and pointing at his bare ass like compass needles.

"I still runnin this show bro" Sam crouched down over Mo's face, pointing his cock towards Mo's mouth, making sure Mo took in how it looked, the pubes all shaved to make his boys look even more intimidating "and if I say open up you open up got it?"

"But... but..."

"Open up" waiting for Mo to lose what little resistance he had. It took him all of ten seconds before Mo closed his eyes and allowed that hard beercan dick to return to his mouth, his own hand flying to his cock, pumping it like crazy.

"Y'like that don't ya?" Sam's dick started a slow push deeper into Mo's mouth, gagging him in spite of his careful motion. When he felt Mo's throat relax enough to allow a few more inches to push deeper, Sam instead eased out "y'want t'suck on this don't ya? Say it! Say y'wanna suck my cock!"

"Fuck... fuck yeah... fuck my mouth bro, fuck my mouth with your fuckin log!"

"Real simple bro. Y'can have all the dick y'want but y'gotta get on your hands and knees and..." seeing Mo's eyes go wide "no matter what happens, your mouth don't leave my dick. Think y'can do that?"

"What? Y'want me t'do what?"

"Y'heard me. Get on your hands and knees - do it!" Mo rolled onto his side and with a great deal of groaning and mumbling got up to his knees and lowered his muscular torso until his face was even with Sam's crotch. He dove back onto that wrist-thick monster before Sam could continue "yeah just like that bro. Man, that feels FINE!" his hands running all over Mo's big hard shoulders and back as he started a slow rocking into his brother's mouth, the angle much better for both of them, Mo able to lean forward and swallow more of that thick head without cramping his neck, and Sam able to use his hips to get a slow intense rocking motion going "now you keep that mouth on my bone and don't stop suckin me no matter what, got it?"

Mo moaned and gurgled a mmmm! in response, enjoying this big time. Being on his hands and knees in front of his brother, with his mouth full of his hard cock, was better than he ever imagined. And he spent too many years imagining something just like this. Even when he felt some greased fingers working their way down his crack, his ass bending backwards and his knees spreading apart, he knew what was coming next. When that finger again penetrated him, he felt his cock beneath him give a lunge, but a hand was there to grip it tight, nipping his near-orgasm in the bud. Again!

"Okay bro, Captain says you're gonna take three fingers up your chute, got it? And when you do, your mouth is gonna just hold my dick real loose like got it? Cause after those three fingers, something bigger's gonna go in there. Much as I really wanna be the one to pop that cherry of yours, we need something not so serious and thick like this" flexing his cock inside Mo's mouth "but something to get ya useta the idea first got it? Captain says when you feel that dick inside you, you're gonna run your tongue all over this dick" rubbing around Mo's mouth "just like it's the one pushin into your hole got it? No use protesting now bro, it's gonna happen. We're gonna get ya nice and ready for the real deal. But first a nice white boy dick's gonna take yer cherry while I'm watchin it happen, while I'm feedin ya my big bro dick just like ya been wantin, got it?"

Mo moaned and growled, tears running down his face. Kneeling there naked on his hands and knees in front of his stud brother was the most perved thing he had ever done. And having his brother feedin him his hard dick was enough to make his cock shoot. Again! And the way his balls were all full and tight against his cock, some kid's hand like a vice down there, like he just knew once he let go Mo would empty whatever jizz still was trying to pump out of him again. It only got worse when he felt that finger, then two, forcing their slimy way inside him where nobody had EVER forced anything before. And when the tingling and itching started, whatever resistance his ring was giving against this invasion started collapsing. All he could see, all he could feel was every part of his body feeling the same way his dick felt right when his hand pulled his jizz from him all those dark secret nights, alone in his fantasies. When more and more fingers lubed their way inside his fuckhole, he knew as long as that dick stayed in his mouth he could do this, he could take a guy's cock up his ass and not die on the spot. It was like his brother's cock was giving him the strength to do it, transmitting some secret energy enough to... FUCK! Mo felt something blunt and hotter than fingers press against his hole. He heard somebody muttered "breathe out" or was it "squeeze it" so he did both and then he felt it! He felt a guy's hard dick, the most sexual, the most private, the most hot part of a guy's body start to invade his asshole. In tandem the cock in his mouth, his big bro Sam's cock! in his mouth started matching the same motion, pressing forward when the tube at his ass pressed forward, easing back when it eased back, like Mo could not figure out which was which!

"Take it Baby!" he heard Sam's voice deep in his chest "take my cock, take me in you!" and both dicks pressed deep, Mo's ass succumbing to the assault "now relax and breathe. Just hold it in your mouth" Mo kneeling there catching his breath, waiting for the pounding in his chest to slow, waiting for his cock to ease back from the amazing intensity of pleasure coming from his whole crotch area "yeah Baby, give it up for your bro, give up yer ass for my big dick!" the cock in his ass somehow getting bigger and longer, pressing even more inches forward into him. When Mo thought it was going to keep going through all the way to his chest, when it felt like both cocks were going to connect together he felt something tickling his backside. A guy's hairy pubes were pressing against his muscle ass! The dude was all the way inside him! His cock gave a lurch and wanted to drain all over the floor, but that damn hand was too tight! If Mo had one hand free he would have brought himself off it three quick tugs.

Even with that vice-like grip pinching into his dick, Mo knew this was going to be too much. All the nerve endings were firing and he felt his orgasm rushing towards him fast, and then it happened. Both dicks slid out of him, leaving him feeling hollow and more horny than he ever felt in his life!

"Okay Baby" Sam rubbed his cock up and down his brother's face, reminding him it was still there "almost there bro, almost there" Mo could hear the shortness of breath, hear how turned on his brother was "bet that hole of yours feels real empty right now don't it!" hearing and feeling Mo's groans against his shaved balls "want somethin back in there don't ya?" feeling Mo nodding his head against the underside of his dripping cock "well relax cause this is gonna hurt. Relax all your muscles, squeeze out and take a deep breathe. When you can't hold it no more blow out all your air, got it?"

Tim had lubed up his fat big-headed dick and was pressing it against that loosened hole, knowing this would stretch Mo big time. When he took his deep breath, that big frame swelling even more all the muscles in his back popping into high relief, Tim almost lost his grip on that thick piece of uncut meat beneath him. He almost felt dwarfed, bent over this large pile of muscled beef, but when Mo blew out the air in his lungs, Tim's cock took over and pressed forward. Just getting his head in the ring took every bit of effort he could, but Sam's cock massaging Mo's tongue, and then Jerry's hands under Mo's chest seemed to turn the tide. With a great deal of grunting and shouting, the head popped through the ring and he was in. Man, talk about tight! Tim just knelt there, letting his cock get used to the tightest hole it ever felt, letting Mo's ass get used to the thickest cock it ever felt. But the cock in his fist barely lost any of its iron.

"Okay Baby..." Sam was as short of breath as Mo "just relax, just feel that thick piece of stud cock fill your hole, feel it pressin against your knob? Feel how it wants to push the cum right outa ya? But ya ain't gonna cum, not now bro! Y'been real good at holdin it, how it makes yer balls heavy with all that jizz, walkin around, how they fill your jeans, every step making yer dick swell, but ya ain't gonna CUM!" Sam yanked his cock free of Mo's mouth, the head spasming as Sam's tight grip kept his own balls from emptying all over his kid brother's face "fuck that was CLOSE! See how turned on y'got me Baby? See how bad this big dick of mine wants inside you now?"

Mo could not rub the tears from his eyes, but the image of his brother's throbbing meat continued to swim in front of him. And his brother was as hot to fuck him as Mo was to be fucked by that pole, that thick tube of brown meat he never laid eyes on before tonight! And it was gonna happen; they were gonna do it!

"But not right away Baby..." Sam wiped the sweat from both their faces, a gesture as erotic and intimate as what was coming "I fuck you now I'll barely get this ripper in ya before I'm creamin and you're splittin. And we don't want that t'happen. So..." he looked at Jerry and Tim "you boys know what comes next right? Y'know what ya need t'do..."

Tim eased his cock out of that tight hole with a distinct pop! releasing his grip of Mo's cock hoping it didn't unload with the sensation. Somehow Mo's concern about what was coming next did the trick; he yelled and rocked back onto his ankles, his forearms gripped by Sam's big paws. The way they were pressing their fronts together made Tim doubt they could last long enough without bringing their plans to an early explosive end.

Jerry was on the floor first, flat on his back, his long dick pointing at the ceiling. When Tim got down on the floor as well, bending his knees so their two crotches could touch, Sam almost wished he had two gymnasts here instead of two bulked-up football players. But somehow the two twisted and jostled until their crotches were pressed together, both cocks slammed against each other and pointing the way.

"Okay Baby, y'make this happen and it's all yours okay?" Sam could see the panic in his kid brother's face "y'take those dicks together and my battering ram won't make no more difference than that first finger."

"I can't do that!" Mo balked, but his dick throbbed even more "no way! Nobody can take two dicks at once!"

"Y'didn't think y'could take even one before right? I'm tellin ya Baby, y'can do it. And when ya do, the load that's gonna be rammed outa ya will be enough to make ya see double" waiting for Mo to absorb it "and that load's gonna go right down my throat, y'hearin what I'm sayin?"

"You? You're gonna..." Mo couldn't even form the words. The thought of his brother's mouth on his dick was... damn he almost started blowing just thinking about it!

"Suck ya off, y'got it Baby! Y'don't know how many times I wanted to go down on you, and if I knew y'were packin the biggest one in the whole family this woulda happened a LONG time ago, y hearin my bro?"

"But.. but... you! Sam you don't suck dick - "

"I'm gonna now! And it's your club's gonna be the one to unload down my throat. Y'like that idea?"

"Fuck... yeah..." Mo looked at those two crotches "but..."

"Real easy bro, real easy" Sam went over and crouched over their joined crotches "just like this. Just crouch yer ass over them, and lower yerself down. All up t'you. Nobody forcin, nobody shovin. You're in the driver's seat bro" and damn if it didn't look like the longer of those two dicks was pressing into Sam's crack "yeah... fuck... can't ya see yourself lyin on yer back bro? Can't ya feel... ah!" Sam's face scrunched together "fuck! can't ya feel your cock pushin into me next?" Sam lifted up. The expression on his face as well as Jerry's indicated to Mo he just saw his brother let a cock poke his hole. And even go in? Like Mo needed even more to turn him on! All of his fantasies were colliding in one big impossible technicolor scenario. And all he had to do was...

"Can't do this Sam, I just can't..." threatening to upset the balance in the room.

"Don't know til ya try right bro? All the times during practice, we always covered each other's ass, tellin each other just t'try. Well it's just like that bro, just like that" and just like that Mo stepped over Jerry's torso, crouching down over their joined crotches. When he felt someone's fingers forcing more lube into his hole, a bit surprised how loose it was already, Mo repositioned his feet until he was straddling Jerry's crotch. When he felt two sets of hands brace his butt almost like a cushion, he allowed his serious weight to lower himself down onto their hands. When he felt something wet and bullet-shaped make contact with his stretching hole he panicked. What the fuck was he doing? Not only was he letting himself get buttfucked, he was actively even eagerly positioning himself to make it happen? And it wasn't like it was happening in the dark, in secret, where no one could ever know about it. Fuck, he was doing it with three sets of eyes staring at him. How must this look to his brother! And just like that Mo was seeing it through his brother's eyes, seeing his muscle-bound stud of a baby brother, bigger chest, bigger dick, a real hairy stud allowing two high school jocks to fuck his hole because he wanted to be ready when the real dick entered him. Mo could feel Sam's lust first-hand and down he went! Jerry's cock entered him like greased butter and then something else, something huge wanted to press into him as well. Something inside Mo's brain just snapped then, seeing himself all covered with sweat crouching over those two blond guys, feeling his cock, his brother's cock, both of their cocks so charged up he didn't know where his horniness ended and his brother's began. Something just snapped when he watched himself grunt and grimace, the pressure and the stretching sending him into that zone, that place where everything was just swimming and spinning, seeing his crotch shiny with a pale blue covering of sweat, his crotch glowing, his brother's over there glowing as well and something just gave way and the second cock started squeezing into him then a millimeter at a time, something more than pain, something like a drug coursing through his body then, something pale blue and glowing and his voice and his brother Mo's voice mixing together, and two more voices, Tim's and Jerry's, all four merging together, four times the horniness, four times the urge to blow, four times the total mind-blowing orgasm as his mouth went down on his baby bro's cock, the cum exploding into his throat, his own cock exploding and erupting that hot cum deep into that waiting mouth, the sexual tension and stimulation rubbing their two cocks together, both of their skins squeezed tight together until they were fused into one joint cock and first Tim's surprise orgasm gushing against Jerry's super-stretched cock, pushing his orgasm out his cock next, both of them unloading deep into the tight hot hole, feeling their cum slamming against Mo's prostate, feeling his butt clenching again and again as his orgasm exploded into his brother's mouth.

It took the efforts of all three to lift Mo off his impalement. Between them they managed to get him onto one of the beds and roll him onto his stomach. Sam stood there with his cock still dripping, examining the damage to his bro's ravaged hole. He was very swollen but otherwise intact. They had a quick internal conference, this time including Mo as well, before they concluded he was okay, nothing more serious than a bad case of walking funny for several days. Then they all saw tomorrow. Had they not been together, some of them, Mo and Tim especially, would have collapsed onto the floor. But they had each other now. The four of them could support each other now.

And as quickly they realized they had the support of the whole extended group, and they were supporting them as well. For a long time they just held onto each other, the physical contact of warm hard bodies enough until the panic passed.

"Fuck..." Jerry and Tim said out loud, speaking for all of them.

"No kidding..." they answered each other.

"What do we do?" Mo raised his head "I mean..."

"We understand..." Jerry grabbed one of the dirty towels and tossed it at Tim, his hand already out "you two need..."

"If you need us..." we'll be here, Tim finished silently. The two wrapped their towels around their waists and headed out the door. They had not planned to swim in the lake but the idea of the cool water, the bright night, their warm bodies pressed against each other so they would never let go...

"Y'understand now?" Sam lay down next to Mo. Understand why you were afraid of connecting with anybody? He heard Mo in his head, heard his fear, but also heard the effect the comfort of Sam's body next to his was giving him. After all he was still his big brother. And big brothers held baby brothers when everything seemed to be coming apart.

Seeing that still-hard picture-perfect cock sticking straight out from that picture-perfect crotch on Jeff was too much for Jack. For a split second it looked like he would have to play traffic cop, seeing both of those Iowa boys, Jerry and his stocky fuck-bud Tim going for the same target, almost shoving each other out of the way to get there first, and heaven help anybody getting in their way. But when they both bolted from the room like their car was being towed any second, Jack and Ollie looked at each, then at that perfect still-hard dick, a mental game of rock-paper-scissors somehow winning the turn and while the room was still responding to that hasty exit, Jack was already straddling Jeff's crotch, lowering his hairy butt down onto that shiny, greasy cock, the last few globs of cum enough lube to ease the penetration. Jeff was going to protest the near-rape but then Ollie's cock was in his mouth, keeping him quiet and enjoying the ride. Once his softening cock was buried deep in Jack's muscular butt, all three slowed their movements until they were little more than a frozen tableau of joined bodies, barely breathing, softly glowing in the pale light filtering in through the blinds.

"Okay ladies" Bernan just staggered over to the lightswitch and suddenly the room was dark "lights out. Carl..." Bernan growled "here, now" indicating their bed in the half-darkness, the lights coming in the window and from the bed where the three were glued together enough for Carl to lift himself from the floor where he had been kneeling, recovering from the self-impalement, and make his way to the coach's bed. He did not need to be told what came next; he placed his collection of hard-earned muscles on Coach Bernan's bed face down and butt elevated. Even in the faint darkness the guys could see Bernan pull down those shorts, could see what was heading for Carl's ass. Something like a shudder passed between Fred and Howie. Mack sensed it, read it and gave each of them a hard hug and kiss,

"Be right back."

"Not you too!"

"Don't start without me" too late for that. They shared their silent chuckle, then Mack's unspoken joy tempered with his concern as he slid from their bed, to the bathroom. When he read the room was too busy to notice he slip back into the room, and then out the door, the light from the hallway catching a few naked bodies in high relief, not slowing the action, not distracting their sweaty intense games.

Had he been carrying a wire he could not have been in clearer communication with Howie and Fred back in their room, enjoying their leisurely sixty-nining, slowing now and again to take in the glowing energy from the other two beds, as involved in the activities as if they were in the huddle and not hunched over on the sidelines. But their main concern was Mack, wandering the halls like a moth seaching for the scent trail. He decided he was approaching the problem too theoretically, he was over-thinking this one in typical Mack-fashion. So he let his dick do the work.

When he got to the stairs, his bent uncut cock started responding, but it could have been watching his two roommates, Tim and Jerry, having a quiet moment between them. When a dark presence materialized next to them, yeah he recognized Coach Morrison, Mack was about to intervene when he heard the voices from Fred and Howie tell him to let it unfold, no matter how ugly it looked at that moment. When Mack saw the big coach grab them both and march them back up the stairs looking like he was going to rip them to pieces there was a brief internal argument before he heard them tell him to find Morrison's brother Sam. That would be the missing piece to rectify this potentially dangerous development. So off Mack skulked, first down the stairs and towards another wing, his dick shrinking in response, then an about-face towards the third wing. By the time he found the right floor and the right room, Mack was almost tripping over the piece of wood sticking out in front of him, a warm red dowsing rod pointing the way. He did not know to knock or not, but when he heard voices inside he slipped back into a dark recess, seeing a fully-clothed Sam Morrison emerge, looking more perplexed than angry. Mack had done his duty and was going to return to that warm bed, and those two warm sexy bodies when he felt his wood turn to mush. What's up - or not! - with this now?

He thought to follow Sam back towards the stairs at a safe, hidden distance but his dick convinced him he was tiptoeing in the wrong direction. He did a one-eighty and went back down the hall, feeling a surge of blood heading south, red light turning to green. He suspected something was getting odd, creepy odd! when he sensed a confused shrug from both Howie and Fred, their mutual sucking interrupted by Mack's suspicion. They resumed their slow steady licking and sucking, sending Mack down the hall with the mental equivalent of a "call us if ya need us" and the connection was put on hold.

Mack continued until he reached the end of the hall, not sure where to go or what to do next. He "tried" both of the last doors, but did not get the right response. As soon as his hand was on the handle of the back stairwell, that familiar warm glow returned to his crotch. Okay, this is getting weird even for me, he thought, but went through the door, the sharp smell of fresh-cut timber hitting him with a chemical wallop. Fuck what next? Here I am wandering around butt naked, with a dick that seems to think it's some kind of homing device and now I gotta worry about splinters?

Everyone else is tucked into nice warm beds, buried beneath warm naked bodies, and I'm wandering around by myself - bang! It hit him like a surprise knee to his balls!

He almost doubled over with the shock. He was NOT the only one wandering the halls at that moment. There were two, no three, no five? other dudes, okay at least they were dressed fer crissakes! but still, why were they aimlessly wandering around... fuck!

Mack sat down on the rough wood step, splinters be damned! and held himself. He had hunches, a few hunches, and when he was able to join forces as it were with the other guys, the images grew clearer. But this? This was too much!

He did not know whether to laugh or cry, so did a little of both, a part of him glad no one could see him. Then he felt Fred's and Howie's arms around his shoulders, reminding him he was not as alone as as hoped. Or feared. He wiped his face, swearing those two were not present so he could slug them a few times to thank them. He found his feet and finished going down the flight, rubbing his bare butt as he did, hearing some chuckles. Whether they were real or some internal remnant from those two, Mack did not care. By the time he left the stairwell and was outside, his dick was firming up nicely in spite of the cool early morning air. But no matter where he headed, no matter what direction he tried, his dick was just as happy.

"Okay this is NUTS!" Mack burst out loud, expecting the trees to respond somehow. Just my luck, I ended getting my butt lost in the woods. At least these Northern Lights, and those not-so-northern lights were keeping him from tripping over ever branch and rock "okay now what?" he asked entering the clearing. Then he heard it respond,

"Shit! It's a Martian!"

Mack spun around not sure where the sound came from. He ducked down, his gut response that the Martian might see him and zap him into oblivion. It took him a few minutes to kick himself; there were no Martians you big idiot!

He stood up again, feeling like the biggest baby. Yeah, a big baby with a big hardon!

"There he is again!" Mack heard whispering somewhere to his right just beyond the edge of the clearing.

"Martian's got a fuckin hardon!" and then Mack realized HE was the Martian!

He wanted to laugh but was too exasperated to do that. Exasperated and what? he was glowing again? The thought hit him between the eyes fast. If there were dudes running around in the woods in the middle of the night thinking he was some kind of alien, and with his luck they would shoot first and ask questions later, he had to do something fast to show them he was not some horrible monster from the stars. So Mack did the most human thing he could think of: he started jacking off.

"Fuck..." Mack heard from somewhere on his left now, the brush rustling with someone trying to edge closer.

"Don't go closer" he heard a second voice "he could have a gun."

"I ain't got no gun!" Mack threw his hands in the air "unless y'call this a gun" and gave his dick a tug. When he heard something like a chuckle and then a loud slap he turned in their direction.

"Fuck, Martians? I told ya there weren't Martians!" came a disgusted voice from the direction of the rustling bushes.

"But I thought - "

"You and your fuckin Martians!" again that whack. Somebody's head was getting a workout.

"Grunt is that you?" Mack yelled out "y'can come out now, all the real Martians are long scared away by you!"

"Grunt?" a head popped out from his blind "you - "

"Shit if he knows Grunt we're dead" came the second voice.

"I ain't Jackson" Mack took a step closer "shit, do I the fuck look like Grunt?" stepping into a brighter part of the clearing, showing off his white hairy skin, the bluish glow making the difference even more obvious.

Then there were two heads sticking up, two startled embarrassed faces, looking at Mack with a wide variety of expressions, then at each other with something like ridiculous anger. When the two started trading whacks Mack yelled at them,

"Okay you two! What the fuck?" trying to look pissed and disgusted as best he could, standing there naked and hard. And glowing slightly.

"Told ya he ain't no Martian" the bald black guy raised himself up over the foliage, getting a better angle to slap the back of his blond friend's head.

"You the one dragged ME out here" his friend blocked the blow and slapped him back "seein things in the woods huh?"

"Well I was..." Baldy was keeping one eye on his friend and one on the naked dude standing in the clearing waiting for them to finish their battle royale "so if y'ain't no Martian what's up with runnin around the woods naked?"

"And showin wood" the blond friend wanted to remind him of that "you find - "

"Yeah Martian chicks" Mack folded him arms and cocked his head in their direction "all green and they got two pussies!"

"Fuck you!"

"So two guys can fuck'm at once" almost expecting them to believe it "but you two makin so much noise y'scared'm off."

"That why..." the blond one doing everything not to act nervous "y'know..."

"The glowing thing... or this?" shaking his cock at them. Standing in the middle of a forest butt naked shaking his hardon at two guys he didn't know?

Mack had to laugh at how he insane that must look.

"You baseball?" Baldy asked.

"Y'ain't football players, so that leave wrestlers right?" Mack figure it out fast.

"Y'got a problem with that?" the blond kid raised up as high from the bushes as his friend, almost flexing his shoulders for effect.

"Y'ain't football players or I woulda recognized you two from practice, and if you don't know baseball players... and unless you're one of the rare hockey or track team guys, that only leaves wrestling, right?"

"Maybe."

"And you're both kinda big for baseball, both of you built more like football dudes" Mack started walking towards them "so you two sneak away from your crowded rooms to get some fresh air and..." Mack could see their thoughts no matter how hard they tried to camoflage them "maybe a little one-on-one?"

"HEY!" Baldy reared up, his large bare chest flexing and bulging with tensed muscles "you implyin somethin some kinda crack - "

"Don't blame ya" Mack continued to move his hand around his crotch area, keeping it warm, keeping himself hard "those rooms get kinda... distracting, right?"

What the fuck y'gettin at?" Baldy was giving off waves of anger alternating with deep sexual frustration, his hormones all over the dial.

"When you saw your buddy here" trying to see the blond guy's face as best he could in the gloom "Jack? Jake?"

"Juke" he glared at Mack "a family nickname - wait! How you know - "

"Seein Juke" Mack smiled "do his posing routine in just his underwear before" turning to Baldy "gave ya all those freaky odd feelings like ya wanted to see the rest, didn't it?"

"Y'fulla shit!" Baldy would have lunged at Mack but the bush between them keeping a safe distance.

"Y'can't keep your eyes off this" Mack made a point of skinning back his cock, showing the bent head "never saw an uncut dick before then, hoping your friend Juke here was also intact."

"What kinda freak ARE YOU?!"

"Well if ya had been spending more time watching your friend before and not so much sneaking up on the Martian, you would seen what you came out here to see."

"You are FUCKIN NUTS!" from blond Juke at well.

"Both of you two pulling on your cocks hoping the other guy wouldn't notice... maaaan..." Mack felt sorry for them in a way "Juke even your fly's still open" nodding down at the evidence "busted."

"Fuck..." Juke took a moment to slow his barrelling around the bush to zip up his jeans before he slammed into Mack, toppling him back over some fallen logs. If Mack had not known it was coming, he would not have braced himself to roll into the fall. He landed on his side, avoiding some jagged limbs by a safe margin. Knowing which Juke's moves were coming would have made it easy to drop Juke into a bloody pile if that was his intention. But when Baldy found his way around that bush and joined the struggle, Mack knew why his dick led him here. Feeling first one and then the second warm body pressed against him only added to the mental signals he was receiving from those two.

"Not so cocky now huh Dickboy?" Juke tipped his hand "hey Bobbie, use your belt!"

"My what?"

"Use your belt, hurry!"

"Y'want me to whip his ass?"

"No! Tie him! Tie his hands together, so he don't get loose."

"Y'want me to tie him up?" bald Bobbie's voice cracked. Yeah, Mack got the vision clear as day. Talk about major cases of pent-up sexual frustration!

"Yeah! Hurry before he gets away" Juke was too wound up to notice Mack was doing more twisting than struggling, his bare hip rubbing again and again against Juke's crotch. So when Bobbie managed to unloop his belt from his pants, almost losing them in the process, and get Mack's hands tied together and then secured to the base of the bush behind them, he was as wound up as his blond buddy Juke.

"Not so smart are ya?" Bobbie was enjoying the sight of this naked guy at their mercy now "what'm I thinkin now?"

"Y'don't want me sayin" Mack twisted onto his back, the log he was bent over not as painful as he led them to believe. The way his back was arched only made his crotch and especially his hard dick a real attention grabber.

"And what's with this?" if Bobbie didn't reach out and grab Mack right on his dick "like wanderin the woods all.."

"Fuck, talk about wood!" Juke was ignoring his heart thumping in his chest, telling himself the struggle to get this naked dude subdued and tied was the reason for his wound-up state. But seeing that black hand on that white uncut cock, and damn if wasn't tugging the skin back and forth a few times, man talk about something he never thought he would see! He almost wished it were brighter in the clearing so he could see Bobbie's expression better. After all he only got to know this big guy in the last few days, still trying to figure out his scene. When Juke got up on that stage before in just his underwear, he waited to see whose eyes were on the other guys on whose where on him. Or rather on which parts of him. Hell, he didn't almost kill himself the past few years to get into his bulked hard muscular shape for nothing. One ninety and packed, and it wasn't all for the babes. Not like he would ignore the ones who threw themselves at him, fuck no. But when he started catching a few dudes' eyes lingering on his bod as well... man, talk about bonus points! So when he got up on stage he was watching everyone in the audience like a hawk, and when that black stud a few weight classes below him got up on stage as well, Juke did not know if it was to goad him into some weird game of chicken or what? All through the other events, the two kept stealing glances at each other, trying to gauge the other's reactions to the events as they became more and more blatant, and then outright sexual. Once or twice they caught some glance of recognition between them but not until afterwards when they were filing back to their rooms did they exchange a few careful grunts. And Juke was very curious when Bobbie conned him into meeting him at the bottom of the backstairs later that night "cause I want ya t'see somethin gonna make ya cream yer jeans!"

Juke had no clue how to interpret that semi-suggestive comment. Was Bobbie making a pass? Was he just being lame? Once they were outside and Bobbie pointed at the lights, Juke realized he was an idiot to take Bobbie's comment literally. But after everthing that had been happening all around him, most of which he managed to avoid involving himself in, he did not feel too stupid to assume Bobbie was angling for something sexual. After all the dude did follow HIM up on stage right?

"So freak what'm I thinkin now?" Bobbie's hand left Mack's dick and started yanking at his hairy balls. Mack hissed with the pain, hoping it was convincing enough.

"Hey don't hurt the fucker" Juke kept trying to look at Bobbie without looking at him. Then the clearing grew brighter as the Northern Lights shifted above them, their eerie display billowing and intensifying overhead.

Man, talk about granting his wish. He had enough light to see all of Bobbie's front, all the way down to his sagging cut-offs showing crack. All the way down to what was pulling up one of the leg openings.

"Y'gonna answer or do we gotta get physical here?" Bobbie wanted to do everything to this immobilized body he couldn't to the blond dude next to him. If this Juke guy knew his story, he would either run from this clearing or come at him both fists swinging. Yeah, the dude seemed to be cool with all the sexual shit going down during their night's activities. And a few times he almost jumped up on stage to do the really "nasty shit" seeing Juke hesitating and almost get out of his chair. But each time Bobbie thought he could race up there right behind this blond dude, he pimped him out and sat back down, like he was just trying to make Boobie look the fool. So when this dude, Juke his name? agreed to join him outside to "check out some weird shit t'make ya like almost cream y'jeans" ambiguous enough to save Bobbie's butt if this guy proved to be not on the same page, well seeing the blond musclehead take him up on his offer Bobbie did almost mess his jeans. Something about the way the dude just radiated sex was keeping Bobbie from bringing all he best moves to the current game. Talk about total psyched. When they went deeper into the woods, and sure enough there were those freak-ass lights! man Bobbie made sure to keep one eye on Juke's reaction. He was more impressed than scared, or else he was hiding it better. But when Bobbie's shirt came off - again - then Juke started acting all first-date nervous. Things got real serious when they both spotted another guy in the woods. Bobbie did not remember whose idea it was to follow him. But after the second time they both crouched down to spy on him, close enough to get a real good look, good enough to see he was fucking naked, and then close enough to see he was showing total hardon! man, they both just about stopped breathing then. And when Bobbie stole a look at Juke's profile in the dark underbrush, it fucking looked like the dude was getting turned on by this! A few times Bobbie "accidentally" let Juke catch him tugging at himself, just to catch the reaction. When it looked like Juke's glances at him were increasing, Bobbie's motions became more obvious.

A silent game of brinksmanship started in the semi-darkness until that weird dude started glowing! Bobbie's bullshit about Martians before was coming back to bite him in the butt! The dude WAS a Martian!

Seeing one of Bobbie's leg openings lifting out like that told Juke it was time to see how far this dude would go. He was keeping his eyes on Bobbie's when he pulled his own t-shirt over his head. And damn if Bobbie's eyes didn't bulge right out of their sockets! And damn if that tube in his cut-offs didn't give a big thump every time Juke flexed his baseball biceps for him. The big black guy was too freaked to breathe; Mack had to do it for both of them. His naked torso was rising and falling as he took in huge gulps of air, knowing exactly how it looked.

"Okay guys fun's fun, now untie me" Mack grunted, flexing his dick for them.

"Fuck..." Bobbie remembered his diaphragm "fuck..."

"Fuck no.." Juke edged closer, until the front of his jeans was pressing against Bobbie's hip. With the better angle he could see the front of those cut-offs sagging so bad they were down to Bobbie's pubes. Or at least where they should have been. His smooth belly just kept going all the way to the base of that tube holding up the front. He had to see the rest if it killed him "fun's just startin right Bobbie?" but Bobbie could only gulp "we got a punk tied up, stripped down and horny enough to do anything we tell him. C'mon dude, we've seen dudes do all SORTS of nasty sex shit tonight, dudes sucking dick, dudes even taking it up the ass! You go first! What y'want this punk to do?"

"Daaaaaaaamn" Bobbie did not know where to put his hands now. So they found their way to that hairy chest on this Mack dude, knowing if he didn't do something soon his pants were going to fall right off him.

"He'll suck ya off" Juke heard the voice in his head telling him to say it, knowing he didn't have the nads to suggest it. But once the words were out of his mouth he knew he said the right thing. Cause if there was something he wanted to see more than anything it was those cut-offs OFF!

"What? I can't have this punk suck me off if..."

"Do it Bobbie!" Juke unzipped his fly to break the deadlock "big-dicked stud like you making this tied-up punk go down on your black meat! Fuckin nothin's hotter!"

"Then you do it!" Bobbie wanted to see Juke's cock so bad he could taste it.

"You first stud" and Juke's jeans came undone falling around his knees. The front of his white briefs had something like a banana pushing out the front. But Bobbie stood there frozen and even shaking a bit "y'know that dick of yours wants nothin more'n some white lips wrapped around it right now. That club of yours is as hard as this" Juke's hand grabbing Mack's cock, working the foreskin back and forth showing years of practice "hard and needing to blow right? This dude ain't goin no where soon. Nothin I'd- I mean he'd want more'n you forcefeedin him your meat, right Mack?"

"C'mon guys untie me!" Mack turned his head to the side, opening wide. But he heard Juke use his name, knowing the guy was on the same wavelength now "don't force me to suck cock! I'm a fuckin football player damnit! Us dogs don't suck each other off!" turning towards Bobbie's crotch again, almost breathing on what was inches from his mouth.

"Hurry up!" Juke was openly grabbing himself through the stained white material "then my turn in his mouth!"

Bobbie would get his wish! He would get to see Juke's cock after all the bullshit games they had been playing all night. And seeing that hard tube almost ripping through those white briefs of his, watching the way Juke was tugging at himself with one hand, and jacking off their naked victim with the other, damn! Bobbie popped open the top of his cut-offs and yanked them down, his dick so hard it flipped up and bounced off his shaved belly.

"Fuckin STUD!" he heard as he leaned forward and the hottest mouth engulfed his cut head, the tongue working around it, getting it covered with spit as Bobbie's hips went into auto-pilot. He was so distracted by something like his first full-speed blowjob he almost didn't see Juke pull down the front of his shorts, his hard uncut tube right there plain as day. Bobbie's hand was on it before he could take a breath "fuckin YEAH!" and then Juke's hands were all over those polished plates of black muscle, rubbing his pecs, then down his front to where that tube was sliding in and out of that stretched mouth, then beneath to those smooth shaved balls, all of it! Juke did not know where to fondle next.

"Fuck!" Bobbie pulled his cock free, hard and shiny with Mack's spit two breaths short of unloading too soon "now YOU!" almost pushing Juke's front into Mack's mouth, but not before his hand zeroed in on that amazing uncut cock just like he imagined it. It looked like even Juke's cock was muscle-bound, like Juke exercised it the same time he worked the rest of his body. The way the veins popped, the head bulged through the loose skin on the end, the thick bulge along the underside like a separate muscle, damn! Bobbie even held it for him as it found that waiting mouth, only moving down to those blond balls as Juke started shoving it in, slower and more careful than Bobbie would have imagined. And the way he could feel Juke's chest pounding told him the dude was super charged up right now. Just as charged up as Bobbie was!

Maybe that's why Bobbie's mouth found itself on Mack's cock, matching stroke for stroke what Mack's mouth was doing to Juke's. At first Juke was too distracted by something like his first full-out blowjob to take in something as impossible as his new friend going down on a dick! And something as overwhelming as a hot wet mouth bringing him towards the fastest most intense orgasm of his life was not enough to prevent him from pulling free and dropping down, rocks and twigs digging into his knees as his mouth tried to engulf something too large and too hard to go down his gagging throat the way he wanted. Bobbie panicked. Big time!

"Dude no! Stop!"

"Fuck! I just... I mean..." Juke was back on his feet, his knees covered with enough material to start a small fire. His mouth had been on Bobbie's meat and now he was going to pay.

"Fuuuuuck! Ain't that, dog. Fuck I thought y'were gonna choke t'death" realizing Juke was freaked about what he did, expecting Bobbie to deck him or something. Bobbie had to do something fast. So he dropped to his knees and swallowed Juke's cock to calm him down. Juke stood there, not believing his buddy Bobbie was sucking his cock, like he wasn't close to exploding already! Juke grabbed onto Bobbie's thick shoulders, not sure if he wanted to pass out or cum or push Bobbie away or some combination of all three!

"Hey!" Mack yelled, knowing the two were about to bring each other off any second "let me go! Untie me!" trying to sound pissed and scared. But the way Mack turned over, somehow finding enough give in that belt to twist himself onto his stomach, in part to hide his not-very-scared hardon, was something he hoped would be distraction enough. The way Mack flexed his glutes was enough to freeze an entire marching band in mid-stride.

Juke lost his balance, almost falling on his ass the way Bobbie was attacking his cock. But those big arms caught him just as Mack flipped over, their heads turning at the same time. When they saw that white ass bent over the tree trunk, almost glowing in the dark, they gasped in unison,

"Fuck..."

"And I mean 'fuck'..." Bobbie struggled to his feet, more fuel for the fire covering his bare legs "duuuuuuuude..." tearing his eyes off that ass, then off Juke's shiny meat. He caught the expression on Juke's face "y'ain't thinkin - "

"-what I'm thinkin?" Juke's hand dove to Bobbie's cock, almost as fast as Bobbie's to his own dick "he ain't..."

"Daaaaaaamn" Bobbie did not know how his cock got directed to that white crack, if it was Juke's hand steering it there, or if it levitated there all by itself. The next thing he knew, that stud's hand was pulling his cock down and forward, until the spit-lubed head made contact with something warm and... greasy? Bobbie's long proud history of fucking involved one or two attempts to turn rubbing his exposed dick against Sherl's shaved crotch into actual penetration, both times resulting in splattering her mound and bedspreads with his pent-up frustration. So Bobbie had zero experience with finding a way to fit his thick weapon inside a dude's ass. Had Mack not already had the evening he had, had he not been stretched and lubed already, had he not prepared himself for what he knew was coming, the first inexperienced lunge into Mack's hole would have been a disaster. But Mack groaned and wimpered as he felt the head push past his relaxed ring, feeling himself stretch and open yet again as Bobbie's very hard cock just rammed and rammed again. Mack started grunting and protesting louder and louder, begging them to stop, knowing they couldn't. It took longer than he wanted but after his grunts grew quite loud, Bobbie's dick got Mack's message,

"Dude shut him up before he brings the cops here!" Bobbie felt his cock sliding deeper into Juke's - no Mack's! - hole "shove your - " and Juke got the light bulb next, straddling Mack's tied outstretched arms, and then crouched forward until his crotch was right in front of Mack's face, close enough to Bobbie's torso as he bent over Mack's shoulders to feel the heat coming off their joined bodies.

"Y'gonna shut up or I haveta gag ya with this?" slapping his uncut meat against Mack's face. When Mack groaned all the louder, Juke did what he had to do; he leaned into the pin, his cock opening that mouth and shoving forward until Mack was gagging on it "fuck yeah!"

"Fuck..." Bobbie almost forgot his cock was buried deep in Juke's - no Mack's! - ass he was so hypnotized by the sight of that cock getting blown. He wanted to fuck that ass and suck that cock and even... then it happened! Somehow both Juke and Bobbie leaned closer until their faces smashed together! They had been kissing for maybe five minutes before they realized what they had done. But the time they pulled apart, both of their cocks frozen in mid-stroke, all three were glowing in bright blues and greens, enough to light up the entire clearing.

"Fuck!" Juke said it first, expecting Bobbie's face to recoil with something like disgust or fury at the realization. But Bobbie's shocked face just started smiling!

"Martians!" grabbing Juke's shoulders, looking down at their bodies glued together.

"Martians" Juke answered, more relieved than he could say "right here!"

Mack heard that magic word "here" again, knowing it had all be leading to this. His response was to bob forward on Juke's cock, his ass muscles milking that log up his ass now that he could accomodate it without all the pain. Both guys felt their cocks being worked and their faces slammed together again, their hips in total syncronized motion. Another half-hour went by before they came up for air, just beaming.

"Fuckin Martians!"

"You fuckin the Martian" Juke looked down at where that black dick was slowly pumping his ass - no Mack's ass. The sight was so hot it reminded him his cock was stretching out Bobbie's - no Mack's! - mouth, and damn, he was gonna cum!

"Fuck... ing... Mar... shuns!" Bobbie could feel Juke's orgasm coming on fast, slamming his cock into his ass, knowing he could not last much longer either "Mar! Shuns! With! Two! Pussies!" he plunged hard into that hot white ass, feeling his balls start to send his load home. The floodlights on their bodies didn't matter much as their faces came together again, Juke's hot lips burning into his as they both felt their cocks swell with the final approach, just seconds away from -

"Oh FUCK!" Mack thought it was Juke's voice, Juke thought it was Bobbie's. It was none of them! Mack topped all three of them off his log, a pile of bodies landing on the trampled ground in a loud hrrrrrmmMMPPPPPH!!!

The light coming off them was enough so they could see every detail of the face looming over them. They had never seen anyone so hairy, or so naked, or so aroused! in their combined experience! Before they could disentangle their chaotic pile of limbs and still-buried dicks, the huge bearded giant spoke,

"What are you three doing out here?" like it could not be more obvious.

"Coach!" Mack's mouth was the first to work "wow!" taking in all that hairy muscular nakedness for the first time. He had seen the big coach only a few times when he wandered over to have a few words with his regular football coaches. Most - but not all, curiously enough - of his fellow football players ignored him, or stole secretive glances at him a few times. Some of the Wisconsin boys however noticed his comings and goings with an blatant combination of shock and lust. But Mack kept hearing the word "doc" echoing in their heads during his rare appearances, not sure if he was misinterpreting a different word. And now seeing this big ape naked and hard he was sure they were referring to what was sticking out of that one area of his body not covering with hair.

"You know you are all in a great deal of trouble" even naked and hard, the guy was VERY intimidating. Or perhaps because of that "in the middle of the woods, after curfew."

"It's my fault" Mack shook out of the loose belt like it was a stage prop "I... I mean... I forced them..."

"What?" Juke was able to think better with his cock free of that amazing throat "you? WE were - "

"My fault okay?" Bobbie pulled his cock free of Mack's ass with a pop! loud enough to scare the wildlife "don't believe their shit."

"You gentlemen are not to be wandering around in the dark" his one eye arching at their fading glows "in the middle of the night. Do you have any idea how dangerous what you were doing might have been? And what the full ramifications might have been had you - "

"English, doc" Mack let it slip. He meant to say, english coach! but somehow the messages coming through now were beginning to overwhelm his ability to process them. He ignored Kroos' foolish attempt to look surprised "and besides..." nodding at Kroos' nakedness, his obvious erection "still don't explain this!" and just like that lifted himself onto his knees and leaned forward, Kroos' cock disappearing into Mack's mouth. Kroos knew that one single gesture was enough to halt the fake interrogation, the staged surprise interruption. Mack knew what Kroos was doing in the woods, and was letting him know Mack was getting his thoughts loud and clear. As soon as Kroos realized Mack was "in on it", Kroos leaned into the blowjob, toppling them both backwards, Bobbie's tensed, surprised stomach cushioning their landing.

"Fuck... coach?" Juke was the most freaked of all of them. He had seen this mystery coach in the crowds as well, fearing those whispered conversations between his wrestling coach and this giant gorilla. Several times Juke had to stop what he was doing and slip away, knowing there would be one, possible two, sets of running feet after him, his unpaid dues the least of his offenses. And the tension only grew worse each time he ran off, and they did not pursue him. Juke's fears deepened with each passing hour, and when this big pile of muscles named Bobbie befriended him, Juke saw him as his defensive line as much as a possible jack-off fantasy, the first more probable than the second. Now seeing both of them naked, Juke still reeling from being caught red-handed by the worst possible person doing the worst possible activities... he wanted to crawl under a rock. That was until he saw Mack just swallow the bogeyman's cock whole! And when the bogeyman toppled unto them and before Juke could crawl away from the impossibility, he felt his cock being swallowed again. By the bogeyman!

Bobbie eased his body free of the pile-up. He could see the total panic in Juke's face and did the only thing that made sense; he leaned over and grabbed him by the ears and slammed his face against Juke's, pure gut instinct. At first Juke tried to pull away, but he was no match for Bobbie's strength and determination at that point. They stayed together in their awkward embrace until Juke's resistance began to fade, or his brain began to register the mouth on his cock. Bobbie was able to lessen the grip as he felt Juke relax. He was about to break the kiss and ask Juke if he was okay when he felt that hot greasy hole pressing against his cock again. Whatever softening might have happened during the last few minutes of chaos was gone as a firm grip around the base forced his tightened cut head back into that stretching hole. Bobbie was half-way buried into that amazing sensation before he realized it felt different somehow. Tighter and... fuck! hairier! Only when his eyes flew open and he looked first at Juke lying in front of him, his cock going into that bearded face, and then his own cock pressing deeper into the hairy ass belonging to that same person. They were not double-fucking Mack; they were double-fucking Kroos!

Mack was staying outside the ring of their three bodies, doing his best to press them into tighter, more comfortable connections. All three was on their sides forming a lopsided ring, only Kroos facing outwards as his ass was getting pounded by Bobbie's desperate thrusts. Mack helped to bend Kroos' head backwards so he could keep his mouth on Juke's cock while Mack shifted Juke's hips a bit, so he could keep his crotch against Kroos' face while his own was arching over to Bobbie's at the same time. It was an awkward triangle, with Kroos' neck and back muscles taking the brunt of it. But the sight of those massive furred muscles twisting and bulging, especially once the bluish glow returned, the muscles on all three bodies glowing and gleaming with their sweat, their sometimes hard, usually careful thrusts into each other, was enough to compensate Mack for not being in the thick of it again. When the glowing grew brighter and brighter again, Mack brushed the scattered leaves and debris from various arms or thighs or stomachs forming an uninterrupted surface of light. When the blue glowing circle of their joined bodies turned almost white, feeling their approaching orgasms, Mack stepped into the tiny middle, grazing the small of Kroos' back, his ankles brushing against both Juke's and Bobbie's fronts, their arms making room for him and then going back to rubbing and fondling every square inch of flesh they could find, oblivious to whom it might belong. Mack looked down at the ring of light beneath him and then up to the sky, feeling the tickling, crackling energy travelling up his calves and then his thighs. When it reached his crotch and hips he took a deep breath, the bodies below him thrusting harder and faster, feeling Kroos' hand on his cock like it was his own, feeling the foreskin flying back and forth over his swollen head, feeling his balls churning out his load as his cock was spasming and his hot cum shooting out, his ass muscles spasming as Bobbie's cock slammed deep into him, trying to hold himself but too late, all his pent-up frustration erupting out of him deep into Juke's ass, feeling Juke's cock just lose it! his gut-wrenching explosion down the throat of his black lover, their mouths slammed together not breathing, feeling their mutual orgasms overwhelm them, Mack feeling his knees buckling as Kroos' hand speads up and down his cum-slicked bent cock, Mack's head bent back looking up to the sky, seeing their blinding beam of light pulsing upwards again and again, hearing the growing whirring of the roter blades, the sputtering engines of the approaching choppers and then black nothingness.