He final test for the bell man job.

Reddy McCoy got excited when a five star hotel was built in his home town.  He came from a lower middle class family and high school was as far as he went in school.  His folks couldn’t pay for college and the jobs in that town didn’t pay enough.  The hotel would give him an opportunity to make more money than he’d ever made before.  He applied for a bellman job.

He was hired, but had to go through three weeks of training.  He didn’t mind.  Hell, he was getting paid for it.  He lucked out and got the last bellman position available.  His trainer was about his age.  He was hansom and had a fierce body, Reddy thought.  He seemed to take a licking to Reddy.  The training was much more difficult than Reddy thought it would be.  It was physical for one thing.  Reddy was a skinny red headed boy who’d never gotten into sports or any other extremely physical stuff.  His thing was fishing in the cool clear streams around the area.

Mark, his trainer started him off in the gym.  Reddy was at an age where he quickly made progress.  Three weeks wouldn’t be long enough to get him in the kind of shape he needed to be in.  It was dangerous for a long skinny fellow like him to be slinging around heavy luggage.  Mark talked to his bosses and got Reddy a bar back position until he was fit to take on the bellman job.

Reddy and Mark worked out five days a week.  They rested on Wednesdays and Sundays.  Mark advised Reddy on his diet, and Reddy took his advice.  Meanwhile, Reddy trained in the other requirements of the job.  He took Spanish lessons at the Hotel, and took French on his own.  His enthusiasm for the job made him a perfect student.

Mark saw how hard Reddy was working and admired him for it.  One day in the gym, the AC broke down.  Reddy and Mark got really hot and sweaty.  They usually left the gym to shower at home.  This time, they decided to shower before leaving for home.  Mark saw Reddy’s lean body for the first time.

“Damn, you’re a lot more muscular than you look in clothes.” Mark said.

“Now my muscles are strong to.” Reddy said.  “That’s thanks to you.”

“You must have always had the potential.  You just never used it.”  Mark said.

“I wasn’t to into sports.  Guys teased me all the time.” Reddy said.

“What for?” Mark asked.

“Red hair, white skin, freckles, perdy much anything they could think of.” Reddy said.

“Bet they didn’t tease you about a small dick.” Mark said.

Reddy blushed.  “Naw, That’s one thing I had over them.”

“I guess you were more popular with the girls.” Mark said.

“Shit, I never got the time of day from the girls.  Well there was one.  She’s about five feet tall and just as wide.  What is it about fat girls and skinny guys?” Reddy asked.

“Ha ha, My brother and his wife are like that.  I call them Dot and Dash.  She’s five two and weighs over three hundred, he’s six two and weighs one sixty.” Mark laughed.

“I bet he’s got a big dick.  Seems like tall skinny guys usually do.” Reddy said.

“Sure does.  He’d have to to fuck her.” Mark chuckled. 

Reddy noticed Mark was looking at his cock and balls a lot.  He decided it would be okay to look back.  Till then, he’d kept his eyes on everything but Mark.  When he looked, he had to stifle his reaction.  Not only was his body flawless, his cock and balls were beautiful.  Not as big as his, but cut and perfect.   He was mesmerized.   Mark caught him staring.  He didn’t say anything and looked away when Reddy saw he was caught.  Reddy turned red again and looked away to.

The next day, Mark brought Reddy his bellman’s uniform.  It fit kind of sloppy, but the hotel would tailor it for him.  Mark watched while Reddy stripped out of his bar clothes and put on the uniform.  He was as excited as a little kid. 

“Now we have to see how coordinated you are.” Mark said.  He handed Reddy a tray with a bottle of scotch and a glass.  “Hold that in one hand and walk across the room.”

Reddy did as instructed.  “Now, with the other hand, pick up that suitcase and walk back.”  Reddy again performed the task.   “Now, walk back around those chair.”  Mark had set up and obstacle course of chairs and things to stumble over, even a trip wire.  Reddy stumbled and tripped, but didn’t loose the tray.  

“Man, you’re the first one that’s made it through that the first time.  Okay, come here.  I’ve got one last test.” Mark said.

Reddy walked over to Mark.  Mark took the suit case and set it aside.  He got down in front of Reddy and unzipped Reddy’s pants.  Reddy’s eye bulged.  Mark reached in his pants and fished out his big, uncut cock.  Reddy started to breath fast and deep.  Mark licked the shaft of his cock.  The tray jingled.  Mark pulled the foreskin back and licked the head.  Reddy sighed.  The tray jingled.  Mark started to unbutton his shirt.  Reddy let out a quiet “Oh”.  Mark swallowed Reddy’s cock as he pulled off his shirt.  The tray jingled a lot. 

Kneeling, Mark undid his pants and pushed them and his underwear to his knees.  Reddy’s eye rolled around in his head.  Mark sucked Reddy’s cock and shuffled out of his pants at the same time.  Reddy started to moan.  Mark edged him to near orgasm, then pulled off his throbbing cock.

Reddy, could hardly catch his breath.  “If you pass the next part of his test, I’ll give you the best shifts for tips and your choice of days off.” Mark offered.

“Okay” Reddy said breathlessly.  Mark squirted some lube on Reddy’s cock, then turned around and lubed his asshole.  “Fuck me” Mark ordered.

“Hoo” Reddy breathed out.  He put his free hand on Mark’s hip and moved in.  His cock was harder than he’d ever remembered it being.  He eased it into Mark’s anus. “Whoa” he breathed as his cock slipped into the warm tunnel.

“That’s it, now fuck me hard.” Mark said.  Reddy started slowly but quickly picked up speed.  The tray jingled.  Soon, Reddy hand gotten a rhythm going and was pounding Mark’s hungry ass.  The tray was quite.  Their bodies slammed together but the tray was steadfast.  Mark jacked his own cock.  “Oh yeah, Oh yeah” Mark kept repeating. 

“Ah, I’m going to cum.” Reddy warned.

“In me, in me” Mark demanded.

 

“Here it cums.” Reddy said.  He jerked hard at the waist and delivered nine good long streams of cum to his boss’s colon.  The tray jingled.  Mark delivered his load to the floor with loud “Ahhhs” the made Reddy shutter with the thought someone would hear them. 

Reddy’s cock slid free of Mark’s grip.   Mark straightened up and turned toward Reddy.  The tray was still intact. 

“I think he passed, son.” A voice of a much older man said as the owner of the hotel came into sight.

“Yeah Dad, I think we’ve found our man.” Mark said. 

The tray jingled and tipped.  

Whoa, my big brother reads gay comics?

"Or could this be Dad's.  What a trip!  I wonder if they know about how I feel.  Randy's my idol.  He can't be gay.  Dad can't be gay, he and Mom made us.  I wonder how I can find out.  I'd like to tell them about me." Seventeen year old Andy thought, staring at the homoerotic comic book he had found in the back of the encyclopedias in the book shelf.  He thought, that wasn't a smart place to put it since he was such an avid reader.  He was the only reader in the house.  Randy, his nineteen year old brother was more into sports than academics.  

He started getting an erection, so he put the comic back.  His brother would be home at any minute.  He started trying to think of ways to ask Randy if he was gay.  He didn't have an answer yet when Randy and a friend came in.  Randy introduced him to Kurt, his friend, then they went to Randy's room.  

Andy had been chased home by the usual bullies, so he went in and took a shower.  He fought off a boner and rushed back to his room.    

He sat on his bed, staring out the window, listening for sounds from his brother's room.  He heard the occasional chuckle or laugh.  Then he thought he heard a grunt and a "Ssssh!"  That only made his imagination go even wilder.  He found himself thinking about all the times he'd seen his brother naked, his muscles, his hairy pits and pubes and the fuzzy trail from his navel down.  He tried to picture Kurt.  He imagined his body to be slimmer than Randy's, but fit and lean.  He pictured Kurt's pits and pubes as being darker with a little reddish tint.  

He heard Randy's door open.  He quickly got dressed and went out hoping to see them.  Only Randy was there when he got to the living room.

"Hey Runt, I'm going to the Mall.  Wanna come?" Randy asked.

"Yeah!" Andy said trying not to sound too enthusiastic.  Randy smiled at his little brother.  They were very close.  Their Mom had died just a couple years ago.  They had to take care of each other quite a bit.  Their Dad had a busy schedule, although with his last promotion, he was able to be with his boys a lot more.  Randy however harbored resentment over their Mother's death.  His Dad had been driving when a drunk driver hit them head on.  He thought his Dad should have been able to avoid him.

They took off for the Mall and roamed around just window shopping and pigging out at the food court.  Randy was hoping to see some friends there, but he didn't.  They went outside and sat around just people watching and talking.  Randy pulled out a cigar and lit it up.

"Dad would die if he saw you smoking." Andy told his brother.

"I do a lot of things Dad wouldn't approve of." Randy said gruffly. 

"What kind of things?" Andy asked.

"I'm not telling you.  You'd probably blab to Dad." Randy said.

"No I wouldn't.   You know better." Andy snapped back.

"I know, I know." Randy said grabbing a handful of Andy's hair.  "I just don't think Dad would like me much if he knew all the stuff I do."

"Like what you and Kurt do?" Andy asked.

"Huh, what are you talking about?" Randy asked.

"I saw your comic book." Andy said.

"What comic book?  You know I don't read books." Randy said.

"The one behind the encyclopedias." Andy said.

"I wouldn't hide anything from you behind books.  You'd be sure to find it, you bookworm." Randy chuckled.

"Could it be Dad's?" Andy half asked Randy and half asked himself.

"I seen Dad in the book cabinet a few times.  I don't know what he was doing.  What kind of comic is it?"

"I'll have to show you." Andy said.  He didn't want to come right out and tell Randy it was a gay comic.

They headed back home.  "Randy, if I asked you, would you promise to stop smoking?" Andy asked sheepishly.  Randy looked at him and saw genuine concern on his face.  He knew his little brother idolized him and realized he'd have to be a better roll model.  He smiled and snuffed out the cigar on the side of a trash can and threw the rest in.  He threw an arm over his little brother's shoulder and they walked on.

Back at home, they saw their Dad's car in the driveway.  He was in the bathroom showering.  Andy took Randy to the den and showed him the comic.

"Whoa, this isn't mine." Randy exclaimed.  "You know what this means?  Dad's gay."

"He can't be, he made us." Andy naively said.

"He must be bi at least.  No wonder he doesn't date, or if he does, he doesn't bring his men home." Randy said.

"Should we ask him?" Andy asked.

"He'd lie." Randy said.

"He's never lied to us." Andy argued.  "I bet if we asked him he'd tell us."

"What ever, who cares?" Randy said.

"I do.  I love Dad and I don't want him to have to hide his feeling for someone because of us." Andy snapped.  "You gotta stop the crap about blaming him for Mom.  He wasn't the drunk" he began to shout and cry.  The riff between Randy and his father always hurt Andy.  He loved them both and he knew his Dad loved them.

"You're right.  I've had a few close calls driving.  I just keep thinking, if Dad had reacted faster, she'd be alive." Randy admitted.

"How could he know which way to go with a car coming head on so fast?  If he went off the road, they'd get killed.  If he went into the other lane, the drunk might pull back in that lane.  Besides, the cops said he didn't have any time to react.  The guy just pulled over right when they were about to pass each other.  Dad's car spun around and got his by the next car to, on Mom's side.

Randy looked at his brother watery eyes.  "You're so much smarter than I am." he said.  He hugged Andy and made up his mind to make up with his Dad.  But now, there was a new issue.  His Dad was possibly, probably gay.

"Let's go ask him." Randy suggested.  They went to their Dad's room.  He was in his bathroom, shaving.

"Dad, can we talk to you?" Andy asked.  His Dad turned around and saw his boys.  He was somewhat surprised to see Randy to.

"Anytime, Andy.  You know that." Mr. Gardner said.  "Come on in." The guys never were modest around each other.  It was nothing for Mr. Gardner or one of the boys to be naked around the others.  Randy sat on the toilet and Andy sat on the edge of the tub.

"Dad, is this yours?" Randy said holding up the comic.

"Ah.......yeah." Mr. Gardner said.

"Are you gay?" Randy asked bluntly.

Mr. Gardner took a long deep breath.  "I'm bisexual.  I was totally straight when I was with your Mom, but since she's gone, I.....I find I'd rather be with men." He said.  He stared at Randy worrying about his rejection.  His heart beat hard enough he could hear it.  

Andy was stunned at his father confession.  Randy was to, but his reaction was something neither his brother or his father could have expected.  He was smiling.  His Dad wondered if it was in acceptance of him or a sarcastic rejection in disgust.  He got his answer.  Randy jumped up and hugged him.

"I'm gay to Dad,  I'm gay." Randy said.  The relief of his confession brought tears to his eyes.  Mr. Gardner was totally shocked as was Andy.  He was not only shocked by Randy's confession, but his show of love.

"You're my stud, my jock.  I never expected you to be gay." Mr. Gardner said.

"You thought I'd be gay?" Andy asked.

"No no, I didn't mean it that way.  I just never expected this.  But are you?" Mr Gardner asked Andy.

"I guess so.  I got awful horny when I was looking at the comic.  And I don't seem to care much about girls." Andy said.

"Boy's I don't know what to say.  I'm so glad we got it out in the open.  God, all three of us." Dad said.  "So are you guys disappointed in me?"

"No Dad.  Are you?" Randy asked.

"I've never been disappointed in you guys.  Your grades could be a little better, but no.  I'm not at all disappointed in you." he told Randy.  "If anything, I'd hoped you'd be straight because it's just an easier life.  But we can handle anything."

He hugged his boys like he'd never hugged them before.  "Um Dad, this is getting awkward.  You're naked." Randy said.

They all laughed.  "Get out of here, I've got a date and I'm late." Dad said shuffling them out the door.

"Who's the date with?  We need to meet him." Randy said.

"Maybe, I don't know if he's ready for you two." Dad said.

"Well, you need to bring him home.  After all we've got to see if he's good enough for you." Randy said.
Andy agreed.

"Okay, I'll have him pick me up.  You can meet him then.  Say, you guys seeing anyone?" Dad asked.

"Randy's got a boyfriend." Andy blurted out.

"Hey, How do you know?" Randy asked.

"I heard you in you room." Andy said.

"You heard us wrestling." Randy said.

"Yeah right.  I hope you play safe." Dad said.

"Seriously, We were just wrestling around on my bed." Randy said.

"Yeah, I've done my share of bed wrestling." Dad said.  Andy had slipped into Randy's room and came back with a cum filled condom.

"Well, it looks like he 'wrestled' safe." Andy said, showing off the loaded condom.

"You little shit." Randy shouted and chased his brother around the house.  Dad laughed.  The boys tussled while Dad called his friend.  Randy got the condom out of Andy's hand and was acting like he was going to put it in Andy's mouth.

A few minutes later, the door bell rang.  The three men looked at each other.  All three thought the same thing.  "Wow, this is the start of a whole new life for all three of us."

Sorry, the last post got published before proofing. Oops!

Wow, they sure are pissed off at you.

"If I hadn't come in, you'd be here till tomorrow morning.  And all you did was fumble the ball.  Anyone of then could have done that.  Here, let me help you out.  Geez, they didn't even let you shower.  Man, that really sucks.  You made a touchdown.  Didn't they even take that into consideration?  I guess they figured since you fumbled at the one yard line you lost them the game.  Man, this tape is strong.  So are your legs." I told him.

I couldn't help myself, I had to run my hands over his fuzzy cheeks and down those thick thighs.  He squirmed especially when I got close to his crotch.  I went back to work on the tape around his shoulder pads.  It was wrapped around his neck and wrists.  Whoever did this was on crack or something.  And where the hell did they get this tape.  I thought it was regular duct tape, but it wasn't.  I couldn't tear it at all.  I had a pocket knife, but I much rather played with the tape.  He seemed to have trouble breathing.  I finally took the tape gag off.

"God, thanks.  I was about to suffocate.  My sinuses are all screwed up." He said.

"It really is a good thing I came in." I said.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I got a call that the water heater was out.  I think it was a bogus call.  It's working fine.  They must have wanted me to find you." I told him.

"They said they were going to call a fa....gay guy to come fuck my ass." he said.

"I know whose idea that was.  Your quarter back knows I'm gay.  He likes to fool around with guys once in a while.  I met him at Mardi Gras, in a gay bar.  I sucked his dick.  Then he punched me and left.  I've never told anyone before." I said.

"He's such a prick.  I hate that guy.  I think he sucks as a quarterback to." he said

"I agree.  You guys lost the game because he can't get the damn ball off quick enough.  He got sacked twice because he's just to slow." I said like I was telling him something he didn't already know.

"I appreciate you helping me out here.  And thanks for not fucking my ass." he said.

"Don't thank me yet.  That thing is calling my name.  That's one fine ass." I joked.

"Thanks" he chuckled.  I had to cop a feel once again.  

"It's nice and firm to.  That would make a nice pillow." I joked squeezing his butt cheek.

"Not the way it smells right now.  I can't wait to get in the shower." he said.

"You smell sexy to me.  I want to get these damn pads off you so I can smell your pits." I said, wanting to tease him as much as I could.  "At least, I can get to that jock." I said bending over to sniff the pouch of his jock.

"You're crazy.  I guess you really are gay." he said.

"Totally, and you look like beef on a hook to me right now."  I finally got the tape off his pads and peeled it off his neck.  I pulled the pads off.  His upper body was now all mine.  He was wet with sweat under the pads.  His pits dribbled sweat down his sides. His chest was as beautiful as his ass.  It was covered with fine fur.  I ran my hand across his pectorals.  His nipples perked up with my touch.  "You don't mind do you?" I asked rubbing his chest.

"I'd mind less if I wasn't tied up." he said.

"You wouldn't let me if you weren't tied up." I challenged.

"I wouldn't have before, but I have to admit, it kinda feels good." he said.

"I can make you feel a lot better than that, but not while you're tied up." I said.  I finally pulled out my pocket knife and started cutting the tape.

"You had a knife all along?" he asked.

"Yeah" I smiled.

"You're enjoying yourself aren't you." he said.

"Hell yeah,  I could have enjoyed myself a lot more, but they didn't blind fold you." I joked.  I finally got him free.  He sat on the bench and pulled his pants and socks off.  

"Let's see if there's hot water." he said.  He pulled his jock off and tossed it to me as he went into the shower.

I sat watching him shower while I fumbled with his jock.  He showered as though I wasn't there.  When he was done, he looked for a towel.  "Ah shit, they took all the towels."

"I'll lick you dry." I offered.

"I might have to let you." He laughed.  I saw a clean towel and got it for him.  He thanked me and started drying.  I took it back and dried his back.  Then his butt.  He grinned and spread his legs and arms.  I went on and dried his entire body, cock and all.  When I was done, I was standing behind him.  I bent over and licked from his butt crack, all the way up his spine to his hair line.  "Whoa." he said squirming.  "Do that again." he said.  I stuck my tongue as deep down his crack as I could and worked my way slowly up to his neck.  He closed his eyes and squirmed again.  Then he took my hand and led  me into the trainer's room.

He laid down on the massage table.  He didn't say a word.  I went to work on him.  I used my tongue as much as my hands.  I worshiped his entire body.  He moaned and groaned as I worked him over.  I rolled him over and started on his front.  I worked all around his now hard cock.  Then I took his cock down my throat.  He let out a grunt and shot his load deep down my throat.  I choked.  I hadn't expected it so quickly.  I pulled off and jacked him till he stopped my hand.  Then I sucked him gently till he went soft.

I found a small towel and wiped him and me clean.  "That was great." he said.

"I enjoyed it." I said.

"You didn't cum." he said.

"That's okay." I said.

"No hell it's not.  That wouldn't be right." he said.  For the first time, I noticed just a little country boy accent.

"What are you going to do, suck me?" I asked.

"No, but I'll jack you off.  It ain't right for you to pleasure me and not get something in return." he said.

"That's nice, but believe me, I got something out of it.  You don't have to feel obligated." I said.

"That ain't the way I was brought up.  Fair is fair." he argued.

"Well hell, if you want to that bad sure, I'll take a hand job." I gave in.

"Get yer clothes off." He said.

"Okay" I said.  I was somewhat confused.  Here I'm thinking this guy's straight and he wants me to get naked so he can jack me off.  I took off all my clothes.  My cock was hard.  He looked at it and smiled a crooked smile.  He looked behind me and saw a bottle of massage oil on a counter.  

"Get that oil over there." he said.  I took the bottle to him.  He turned me around and pulled me up on the table between his legs.  He pulled me up against his muscular body.  Playfully, he squirted oil all over me.  He set the bottle aside and began rubbing the oil all over me.  He massaged me from behind, all the way from my chest to as far down my legs as he could reach.  Finally, he grabbed my cock.  He jacked my cock for a while, then juggled my balls.  He'd go back and forth over and over.  The pressure began to build in my balls.  I wondered how long he was going to toy with me before letting me cum.  I wasn't going to get my answer any time soon.  I almost came several times, but he'd stop each time until I calmed down.

The oil ran off my body.  He started scooping it up and adding it to his.  His chest became slick against my back.  I started feeling him making a humping motion.  I reached between us and found his cock smashed against his leg by the cheek of my ass.  I pulled it up against my lower back.  It was as hard as ever.  Now he could rub it up and down my back with just a little flex of his abs.  

"You gotta fuck me." I said.  I never invited that before.  I'm usually top, but I never felt muscles like this against my back either.  The oil, his muscles, his hard cock, I wanted him to use them all on me.

"Ain't never fucked a fella before." he said.

"I ain't never asked for it before, but you really need to fuck me." I said, throwing his accent back at him.

"Hell, they's a first time for everything I guess.  Don't got a condom though." He said.

"Got any bugs?" I asked.

"Nope." he answered.

"Then fuck me." I said.  I started to get up, but he pushed me over on the table.  My legs dropped over the sides.  He scooted back a little then scooted forward pushing his cock against my hole.  It wasn't ready and didn't give in.  He grabbed the bottle of oil and poured some down my crack.  I felt the cool oil run down my hot pucker.  He eased a slick finger in.  I grabbed the table and gritted my teeth.  He worked at my nearly virgin hole until I was able to relax and accept his intrusion.  Then he eased his cock head past my sphincter.  

We both moaned as it moved deeper and deeper in.  This position worked for a while, but I wanted him deeper inside me than our legs would allow.  He wanted to go deeper to.  Together, we moved off the table.   He held my hips tight against his groin.  We chuckled as he worked to get in a better position without him slipping out of me.  There was an exercise ball in the corner.  Laughing, we shuffled over to the ball. I laid over the ball and spread my legs wide.  He pushed in as far as I could take.  After a few tries, I could finally take all he had to give me.  He started building a rhythm.  We bounced up and down on the ball.  He could slam down in me pull up and wait for me to bounce back up.

I was getting hammered way harder than I'd ever hammered a guy's ass.  Our bodies made loud slapping sounds as we crashed together.  He gripped my upper arms so tight he shut off the blood flow.  Finally, he pulled out and threw me on the floor.  He straddled me and grabbed my cock with his.  We shot together, covering my chest and face with thick ribbons of cum.  

He collapsed on top of me, sweating and panting.  His huge body crushed the breath out of my skinny chest.

I suffered as long as I could, but finally had to confess in a struggling voice. "You're squishing me."

He rolled off with a chuckle.  He slid his big arm under my neck and pulled me over on top of him.  He grabbed the back of my head in his big hand and mashed my lips to his.  He kissed me.  I must have looked as shocked as I was.  "What, you ain't never kissed a fella before?" he asked.  "I haven't, but I bet you have."  he added.

"Why'd you kiss me?" I asked.  I don't know why I asked that.

"I ain't never fucked nobody I couldn't kiss first.  This time I owed you a kiss since I fucked you first." he said.

"You seem to feel obligated a lot." I said.

"Fair's fair." he said.  He pulled me down on his shoulder.  We lay on the cold tile floor for quite some time.

"We gotta clean up this mess.  Mr. Sparks will have a heart attack if he sees this mess." he finally said.

We got up and showered first.  Then, after drying off, we used the wet towels and cleaner spray to clean up all the oil and cum.  Satisfied we'd gotten everything cleaned up, we got dressed.  I asked him for a souvenir.

"A souvenir?" he asked.

I held up his jock strap. He laughed out loud.  "Sure buddy, you got it." he said.  "Say, give me yer number. We gotta do this again some time." he added.

I ran back into the trainers room and wrote my number on a post-it note.  I handed it to him.  He gave me a card with his name and number.  On the back, it had a barcode and number on it.  "That will get you into any home game and the locker room afterward.  Just in case I get strung up again." he said with a chuckle.

"I'll be torn between wanting our team to win and wanting you to screw up." I joked.  He laughed and we went on our ways.

A week later they had a home game.  I had to go, but I worked too late to get there till after the game started.  At the gate, I showed my card.  They told me where to sit.  It was on the 45 yard line right down front.  As I was searching for my seat, I saw my friend looking into the seating.  I found my seat.  He was looking for me.  When he saw me, he smiled and jabbed the guy next to him.  He whispered something to him and the guy looked around at me.  I felt kind of embarrassed.  What had he told the guy?  Soon, I forgot all that and really got into the game.

My friend not only made a crucial touchdown, but he caught a pass intended for another player who tipped it.  He ran it in for the winning touch down.  After the game, I worked my way to the locker room.  Security was tight and the press was all over the place.  Eventually, the press was shuffled out and I got to go in.  My friend was already dressed.   "Damn" I thought.  I wanted so much to see him in his jock or naked.  He greeted me with a manly hug.  Then he introduced me to another player, I suppose the guys he'd pointed me out to in the stands.  We talked about the game a little and just anything that  came to mind.  My friend was being constantly interrupted with congratulations from other players.  He seemed to purposely be taking as long as he could to get ready to leave.  So was his buddy who was still getting dressed.  I admired his body to, but he wasn't my main interest.

Finally, we left.  My friend asked me if I wanted to come over to his house.  It was way early in the season, so a win at this time wasn't a big celebration.  I suggested I follow him in my car.  He asked where I was parked.  He told me he'd drive me to my car.  The three of us got in his Mercedes.  He took me to my old pickup.  I followed him home.

As we went in, the other guy went to the kitchen to get beers for the three of us, stopping to put their bags in the laundry room.  My friend and I went to the den.  I sat down on the big leather sofa.  He sat beside me.  Close beside me.  He put his arm around my shoulder.  His friend came in with the beer.  "You don't waste time." he told my friend.

"Heck no.  I'm frisky as hell after that game." my friend said.

"You told him about...." I started.

"He plays for your team.  Sure I told him.  I was braggin' 'bout you all week." my friend said.

"He sure was.  Hell he bragged more about nailing you than the other guys to about nailing movie stars." his friend said.

"Do you live here to?" I asked.

"Yeah, we've been room mates since college.  I was his first hand-job.  I hear you're pretty good." he said.

"Better with his ass." my friend said.  "That things like trying to get a fat lady in skinny jeans." 

"I bet it isn't after the hammering you gave it last week.  Hell, I was sore for three days." I exaggerated.

"Wanna do it again?" my friend asked. 

"Got an exercise ball?" I said half joking.

"And a whole bunch oil." my friend said running his hand up my leg to grab my growing cock.

"How fast can we get naked." I joked.

"Yeah!" he shouted yanking me off the sofa and throwing me over his shoulder.  He waked out of the room into their in-home gym.  "Ain't you coming?" he ask his roomy.

"I didn't know I was invited." his roomy said.

"Get yer ass in here." my friend ordered.

He pulled off my shoes and socks as he carried me. When we got to the room, he rolled me off on the padded floor carefully, and grabbed my pants, pulling them down to my knees.  I struggled out of my shirt while he grabbed the legs of my pants and pulled them off.  His roomy was taking his underwear off by that time.  Now naked, I jumped up and started stripping my hunk.  I couldn't wait to see his beefy legs and ass.  I was delighted to see he was wearing a jock.  I buried my face in his crotch.  His roomy laid on the floor with his head under me and attacked my ass and balls.  Eventually, I got my friend down on the floor face down and dove into his meaty cheeks.  I pushed his legs apart and lapped at his hole like a dog.  He moaned and spread his cheeks with his hands.

His roomy got the oil.  He squirted it on both of us, all over, then he began rubbing it in.  He coated himself with the oil and got down behind me to eat my ass again.  "Fuck my ass." my friend said.

"WHAT?" I shouted as I sprang up. 

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" His roomy shouted.

"Fuck my ass.  Fuck it hard, just like I fucked yours." my friend said.  I was so stunned I couldn't react.

My friend rolled over and shoved me down on my back.  He straddled me and took my hard cock in his oily hand.  I eased himself down till my cock head was pressing at his back door.  He forced his own finger into his ass and then tried again.  This time he pressed down harder.  He yelled as  my cock jabbed into his virgin hole.  "Fuck that hurts." he said.  But he didn't stop.  He eased himself down farther and farther.  

His roomy looked like a little kid that just saw his daddy fuck his mom.  My friend rode my cock.  His cock had gone soft.  He began to pick up speed.  Soon his cock and balls were flopping up and down on my belly.  His cock began to rise again when I took it in my hand and started stroking it.  "Fuck my legs are too tired." my friend said.  He pulled off me and grabbed the exercise ball.  He flopped over it, but decided he didn't want it that way.  He laid on his back and raised his huge legs.  I was put off by the submissive way he looked, but I jumped on him anyway.  My cock entered him easily, but still he was tight.  I started fucking him.

His big beefy ass and thick thighs were a lot to work with, too much for me to hold up.  I turned him on his side and pulled one leg up against my body.  I slid my ass along his other thigh as I fucked him.  He grabbed his friend and pulled him over roughly.  He got his friend sitting at his head, with one leg under his head like a pillow, facing his buddy's cock.  His friend and I looked at each other, surprised.  As I fucked my friend, his face was forced into his buddy's pubes.  All of a sudden, he took his buddy's cock and put it in his mouth.

That excited me so I started to shutter.  I started to pull out, but my friend bent the leg I was holding over my shoulder and held me there.  I started shooting up his ass.  His friend warned him he was about to shoot to.  He held his position and got cum in both ends.  He actually swallowed his buddy,s load.  

When I was finished cumming, he pushed me over with his leg and pulled me to him while turning me over.  He slid his cock right in my ass.  Unfortunately, he came almost immediately.  He still had his buddy's cock in his mouth and made muffled sounds as he shot his load up my hole.  His buddy dropped back on the floor.

My friend and I lay between his buddy's legs.  As his cock went soft and slid out of my ass, I rolled over and was engulfed in his arms.  We lay nose to nose in his buddy's pubic bush.  He let his friend,s cock slide out of his mouth finally.  He kissed me.

"What say we rest a while and do it again." my friend suggested.  I just smiled.  

"Only if you pound my ass like you did his last week." his buddy said.

"I'd like to see that." I said.

"I'd like to do that." my friend said.  "I'm gonna suck your cock to before that day's over." he told me.

We had two more wild ass suck and fucks that day.  He did everything to us that we did to him, including eat our asses.  We stopped long enough to shower, get dressed and go eat, then come home and, leaving a trail of clothing from his car to the gym, start all over again.  I left at four in the morning, only because I had to be at work at seven.  That was the longest day ever.

The next week, they were out of town.  The next home game was another big win.  After celebrating with the team, we went to his house for another all night fuck fest.  I couldn't go to the next game.  They lost.  I went to the next one and they won.  The team declared I was their good luck charm.  I think they knew what was going on, but no one mentioned it.  They just insisted I be at every game.  They even took me to the play offs and put me up in their hotel.  We couldn't play much in the hotel.  I got caught in my friend's bed one morning.  The guys that caught us teased us a little in private, but never publicly.   My friend and his roomy were obviously becoming very close.  I didn't feel left out, but I knew I was a third wheel.  

I met a guy that worked for the team as an assistant trainer.  He was gorgeous, and just as fit as any of the players.  He'd suffered a neck injury in his rooky year.  He could never play again.  They put him through med school and hired him back as a trainer.  One day, I told him how my friend and I met.  He laughed and said his boss was wondering where all his massage oil had gone.  He and I acted out the night I met my friend, all the way to tying him up and pulling his pants down to show off his butt in a jock.  It was like living the night all over again.  The trainer and I have been together ever since.  My friend and his roomy seem to be quite happy together.

They didn't arrest me for being naked.  They arrested me cuz I got a boner.

Randy heard about the World Naked Bike Ride coming to his city.  Being the narcissistic exhibitionist he was, he just had to go.  He didn't have a bike, but he had roller blades.  He preferred them anyway, he'd be a little more on display.  The Police Chief was totally against having a bunch of naked people on his streets, but the Mayor over ruled him and gave the promoter the permits they'd need.  

Thousands of people showed up from all the towns and cities around them.  The hotels and motels were full and over run.  Randy was glad he lived there.  The ride was supposed to take place in the evening, after rush hour.  The permits said from 7PM to midnight.  After midnight, everyone had to put something on, but the bars could stay open till their normal hours.  The Mayor saw it as a windfall for the city.  He ordered the police to use extreme discression when making arrests.  

Only the Chief was against the nudity.  He probably was jealous of all the hot young bodies that would be in the ride.  His fat glob of a body was way too grotesque to show in public.  The assistant police chief and his men were looking forward to the night.

At 6PM, Randy headed to the park where the ride began.  It was snake it's way down town to the government buildings.  There'd they'd hear some speeches.  Then it would snake it's way back to the park.

A massive crowd had all ready collected in the park.  Randy rolled up in his blades wearing nothing but a little pair of running shorts commando.  He didn't want to have any more to carry than necessary.

It was mid summer.  The day's were long and the weather was hot.  Randy wore a small back back full of frozen bottles of water.  As soon as the got to the park, he took off his shorts and put them in his pack.  He was probably the first to get naked.  Cameras flashed all around him.  TV reporters rushed to him to interview him.  

Randy's as sharp as he is built.  He was a perfect interview for the event, promoting the cause of the  protest well.  He loved the attention.  People was all over him, asking about his tattoos and anything else they could think of for a reason to get close and talk to him.  Lots of people got handsy with him.  He felt like he was in a gay bar.  No, Randy wasn't gay, but he'd danced in gay bars for the fun of it, and for the cash prizes he could win on amateur nights.  He had to admit, he'd given in to a few backroom blowjobs  even a good rimming once.

The ride took off right on time.  Randy was one of the front line.  Hundreds and hundreds of people were taking photos and videos.  Even many of the riders were carrying cameras.  Police on bikes led the way.

One bike cop hung back beside the riders on each side.  Randy noticed the young stud cop on his side was looking at him as much as he looked at the road in front of him.

"Bet you wish you could ride naked to." Randy said.

"I'm not as bold as you are, but it might be fun." Officer Lucas White said.  They introduced themselves.

"Aw come on.  With that body and those legs?  You should be proud enough to show it all.  Beside, the way  bike shorts fit, you might as well be naked anyway." Randy said.

"Ha, That's what my bo....girlfriend says." Lucas stammered.  Then he turned red.

"You mean boyfriend." Randy said.  "It's cool.  Love is love." Randy said.

"Are you gay?" Lucas asked.

"Nah, but I mess around.  I get it on anyway I can." Randy said.

"Whoo hoo, my kinda guy." Lucas said.  "I guess you like showing off to."

"Yeah, I kinda like being seen naked.  I get naked every chance I get, beaches, bars, gym steam rooms, anywhere one of you guys won't haul me away." Randy joked.

"I bet you get naked place you aren't supposed to to.  Like driving, or maybe the parks." Lucas suggested.

"I'll plead the fifth." Lucas said.

Lucas got a call to ride up ahead.  There were some media people in the road way refusing to move.  They were all quickly arrested.

The speeches ran way over the allotted time.  It was dark by the time the ride left for the park.  Randy had gotten in the middle of the bunch and was chatting with a bunch of girls.  They took advantage of the thickness of the crowd and messed around with Randy's junk, getting him worked up so he'd be hard when they took pictures with him.  Some guys got involved to.  Randy was good spirited about it and let them do what the wanted.  One guys sat on the ground and hand Randy stand over him with his cock on the guy's head.  They weren't paying attention and the ride started heading back to the park.  All the people scurried away and Randy was left with a boner.  He managed to get it down before long.  Not completely though, it was still semi hard.

Lucas caught up with him about a third of the way to the park.  "Well, looks like you're having a good time now that you're back in the middle of the crowd."

"Hey.  Yeah, some girls started messing with me and got me kinda stirred up.  Now I can't seem to make it settle all the way down." Randy said.

"Looks pretty good to me.  That's a big-un." Lucas said.

"Don't talk about it.  I'll get boned up again." Randy said.

"I'd like to see that.  I bet it really sticks out like a diving board." Lucas said.

"It does.  Straight out and it will swing from side to side. It feels great, but It's not for public viewing."  Randy said.  His cock was already up at about 60 degrees.

"Yeah, if you get too frisky, that's considered lewd.  Still, I'd like to watch you skate down the street with it swaying side to side.  I bet those low hanging balls flop around a bunch to." Lucas said.

"God Lucas, quit talking like that I can't keep it down." Randy said.

Another officer rode up on the other side.  "Hey Lucas, Is there a problem here?"

"Well, Randy here's having a little trouble with his pointer." Lucas said pointing at Randy's almost hard fully hard cock.

"Whoo hoo, nice tool dude.  I'm Dean."  Officer Dean said.

"Hi, Lucas keeps talking about it so I can't get it to settle down." Randy said shaking Dean's hand.

"I can see why.  What is that 8, 9 inches?" Dean said.

"8 3/4 fully hard" Randy said.

"Come on, that's got to be bigger than that." Dean said.

"No, but you're fix'in to find out.  I can't keep it down if ya'll keep talking about it." Randy said.

Another officer rode up behind Randy.  "Hey guys.  This must be him." he said.

"Yeah, this is Randy.  Randy, thats Ken behind you." Lucas said.

Randy spun around seeing the new arrival said, "Hi,  Are you going to talk about my dick to?  These two keep talking about it and I can't keep it down."

"Fuck, I am now.  That a nice pecker you got there."  Ken said.

"Aak!" Randy said spinning back around.

"Fuck, that's nice to." Ken said observing Randy perfect ass.

"God is the entire police force in this city gay?" Randy asked.

"Naw, Dean and I are gay.  Ken's undecided.  He likes that nasty stuff you like to." Lucas said.

"Hey, what are we going to do about that dick of his being straight out like that.  That's not legal." Dean said.

"Come on, it's your fault." Randy said defensively.

"We never touched you." Lucas said.  "Guess we'll just have to take him in.  Take this next right Randy."

"You're going to arrest me?" Randy asked.

"We're taking you in, it will be up to the desk Sargent if you get booked." Lucas said.

"But you guys are the reason it got out of control." Randy said.

"Well, if you can't control it, you should keep pants on." Lucas said.

Randy reluctantly followed their directions.  He skated naked and now soft through city streets far from the naked bike ride.  Now he was the only naked person around.  To add to it he was surrounded by cops.

"Hey guys, I've got to take a piss." Dean said.

"Yeah, me to.  Let's stop up here at the 7-11." Ken said.

Standing in front of the convenience store, Randy reached in this back pack to get his shorts.

"Hold it there, hand me the bag." Ken said.

"I just want to get my shorts." Randy said.

"I don't know what you've got in there.  You might pull out a gun and shoot me." Ken said.

"Oh come on, that's ridiculous.  There's nothing in there but water and my shorts." Randy said.

Ken looked in the bag.  "Mind if I have a bottle of water?"

"Sure if I can have my shorts." Randy said.

"They're all wet.  You don't want wear cold wet shorts." Ken said.

"Dude, come on." Randy argued.

"Nope.  We like watching your dick swing around, and I like watching your butt too.  Besides, you're an exhibitionist.  You should be having the time of your life.  When are you ever going to get a chance to skate through a busy city butt naked?" Ken said.

Randy just rolled his eyes and sat down on the curb.  Lucas and Dean took their time, chatting with the store owner.  They invited him to come out and see their captor.  He declined saying he didn't need to see "no naked fella.  Your junk in those shorts is more than enough."

They laughed and came outside.  They took off for the station, passing a bunch of night clubs.  Naturally, They had to stop and chat at some of the doormen, leaving Randy standing naked in the street.  At one club, there was a line of people waiting to get in.  Randy finally covered his junk for the first time.  The cops stopped just for a few seconds and went on.

Finally, they reached the station.  It was a smaller sub-station.  Inside, there was a counter and behind it, a middle aged cop.

"Hey Franky" Dean said as they walked in.  "We brought you a birthday present."

"Hey ladies." Franky said. "What birthday?  You know I stopped having those years ago."

"What's this forty, fifty?" Lucas said.

"My third anniversary of my thirty ninth." Franky barked.  "What's up with this stud?"

"We thought since you didn't get to go to the ride, we'd bring the best of the ride to you.  He's all yours.  We're off so we're going to go change." Lucas said.  They took Randy around the counter to another section of the station.  Franky followed.

"You better take the skates off so you don't fall on this slick floor." Franky told Randy as the other cops left the room.  "What did they bring you in for?  Were you naked where you weren't supposed to be?"

"No, they didn't arrest me for being naked, they arrested me cuz I kept getting a boner." Randy said.

"I'd like to have seen that.  You got a nice dick." Franky said.

"You to?  Damn everyone is obsessed with my cock.  That's why I can't keep it from getting up." Randy said.

"Stand up, I wanna take a good look at you." Franky ordered.  Randy pulled off the second skate and stood up.  Normally, he'd love someone checking him out.  Now, he was shy and nervous.  "Nice body.  Turn around and let me see you backside."  Randy turned.  "Beautiful butt." Franky said. "You ever had a guys face between those cheeks?"

"Geez,,,,,yeah, once." Randy confessed.

"Ever had a dick up your hole?" Franky asked.

"No man, that's where I draw the line." Randy said.

"Oh so you'll go along with everything up to getting fucked?" Franky asked.

"I guess, hell if it feels good, do it." Randy said.

"I'd sure like to see that cock get hard.  I bet it's a nice one." Franky said.

Randy turned with his hand tugging at his cock.  "I've been arrested and now I'm showing off my cock.  Not the way I thought the night would go."

"Oh, no one arrested you.  We just brought you here for Franky." Ken said entering the room in civilian clothes.

"What, you didn't arrest me?" Randy shouted.

"No, Franky's like our dad, he just wanted to bring him a birthday present.  We thought maybe you'd let him suck you off or something."  Ken said.

"Fuck you ruined my night." Randy said.

"Naw, we just rerouted it for a bit.  We're going to join the ride at the park.  We've been dying to get naked." Lucas said.  "If you want, you can join us at a gay club.  That way you can stay naked and get drunk to."

"Well, that's not what I planned, but it might be fun." Randy said.  His cock was now fully fluffed.  Franky had him sit on the desk in front of him.  He started jacking Randy's cock then deep throated it.  Randy moaned and laid back across the desk.  The other guys came over and started touching his naked body.  Lucas bent over and sucked his nipple.  Ken took the other one.  Dean stroked his thighs.  Franky lifted Randy's knees and put his feet on the edge of the desk, exposing his balls and butt hole.  Franky lapped at Randy's sweaty hole like it was candy.

Lucas and Ken moved to Randy's pits.  Randy hadn't experienced that before and it really turned him on.
Franky finally moved back to Randy's cock.  Soon, Randy started moaning and suddenly lurched up.  Franky backed off his cock and started jacking him.  Randy shot his thick load straight up.  It gushed out and came down on Franky's hand.  Near the end of his orgasm, Franky went back down on him.  He ate the last few shots of the young man's thick cum.

"God, that was fierce." Randy said.  He laid his head back and saw that Lucas and Ken were jacking.  Lucas moved forward and pressed his thigh against Randy's left shoulder and face.  Ken took up the same position on the other side.  Randy's head was pressed between their bare hips.  Their balls bounced around on his shoulders while they jacked.  Franky let Randy's legs down and he and Dean straddle them, jacking off with their balls bouncing on Randy's thighs.  All four started to shoot.  They coated Randy's body all over his chest, stomach and crotch.  The three bike cops were fully loaded after an evening of riding around in a crowd of naked people.  The desk cop hadn't cum in days.

"Holy shit. You guys are going to drown me in cum." Randy said.  The gizz oozed off his body.  "God, I've never seen so much cum."

"I guess you better go shower it off before we take you down town." Lucas suggested.

"I better, this is nasty." Randy said.  The guys took him in the locker room.  They sat around and watched him shower off.  Randy was amused by the attention.  He put on a good show of scrubbing his butt and crotch.  When he was done, he dried off and they left for the bar.  Franky thanked them for his present.

"Maybe we can get him to come back once in a while for a repeat." Ken told Franky loud enough Randy would hear.

"Maybe if you guys don't shoot all over me.  That might be your thing, but not mine." Randy said.

"You didn't seem to mind too much." Lucas said.  They loaded their bikes in the back of Ken's pickup and climbed in the front.  Naked Randy had to sit in Dean's lap.  Dean wrapped his arms around Randy and played with his cock all the way to the parking garage where they'd made arrangements to park earlier in the day.  They stripped off and put their clothes in the truck.  Randy put his roller blades back on and the four joined the ride at the end, in the park.  The bar they wanted to go to was near the edge of the park.  It was packed full of naked and clothed people.  There were as many straight people in the crowd as gay.

The bartenders and dancer were all naked.  The four finally made it to the bar.  "Officers, good to see you." the bartender shouted over the noise and music.  "We were just about to do some body shots.  Which one of you is going to get on the bar?"

"You know we can't do that, but we brought someone who can.  He's got a trail through his cum gutter though." Lucas said pulling Randy forward.

"Hey, you're the straight guy that won our dance contest." The bartender said offering his hand.  "I'm Rob."

"I'm Randy." Randy said taking Rob's hand.

"You two know each other?" Lucas asked.

"Yeah, he came in about two months ago and won our dance contest.  Every faggot in here tried to get in his pants that night." Rob said.

"Yeah, Rob saved me.  He got me behind the bar and...." Randy started.

"Hey, don't tell them that.  Their cops." Rob interrupted.

"Oh yeah, I forget." Randy said.

"I can only imagine the rest." Lucas said.  "Well, will he do for the body shots?" Lucas asked Rob.

"Hell yeah, get up here." Rob said clearing a stretch of the bar.  Randy got up on the bar.  Rob rang a bell and yelled "Five dollar body shots."  There was a line already by the time Randy laid down.  "Since you got a fuzzy cum gutter, we'll do peach brandy." Rob said.  He told Randy to flex a little and poured brandy in the deep crevasse between his abs.  Lucas handed Rob his five dollars.  Then he sucked up the brandy along the eight inch long trail.  He went just a little farther than he had to and sucked the tip of Randy's cock.

"Oops, too far." he joked.  Rob took a warm wet towel and wiped Randy's stomach.  Then the repeated the pour for the next guy.  After several dozen shots, Randy was fully erect, and getting his cock licked and sucked as much as his stomach.  Rob would wipe his stomach and then his dick.  Randy would jump each time.


The line thinned.  "Hey, I've got an idea.  Roll over."  Rob said.  Randy rolled over.  Rob poured a shot in a shot glass and wedged the glass between Randy's luscious butt cheeks.  Randy laughed.  Rob took the first one.  He stuck his nose in Randy's crack and covered the rim of the glass with his mouth.  He pulled the glass out of Randy's crack and down the contents.  A new line quickly formed.  Randy had dozens and dozens of people pulling shots out of his ass.  Randy was having the time of his life.  The three cop were to.  
They really cut loose and had fun.  There was little going on that was way out of line.  Probably because of the mixed crowd.  Of course there was some.  The three cops had arm band wallets on that had their badges in them.  They'd flash the badges if they saw anything too bad going on.  That would immediately put a stop to it.  


Randy finally got down and joined them, his hard cock leading the way.  "Damn that was fun." he said as he joined the cops.


"I can tell." Lucas said squeezing his cock quickly.  "Let's get out of this madness and go to one of your bars." He suggested.  


"Good idea" Ken said.  Dean agreed.  They shuffled out of the bar and down the street.  There was a big night club close by, but they were too stuffy and weren't going along with the naked thing.  They went into a neighborhood bar Randy liked.  It was as packed as the gay bar.  The lady bartender was in a thong with no top, but the male bartender was naked.  


"Hey, it's Randy." The lady told the guy bartender.  "I finally get to see him naked."


"And I finally get to see your tits." Randy said leaning across the bar and kissing the lady.  The guy bartender high fived him.  These are my cop buddies, Lucas Ken and Dean.  Don't get all excited Sandy, they play for the other team." Randy said.


"Well thanks for just outing us with the introduction." Ken said.  


"Sandy and Billy don't care.  They've played around a bit.  Billy and I jack off together sometimes.  Check out the dick on that guy if you like mine."  The three cops leaned over the bar and looked at Billy's dick.  Granted it was a little fluffed, but it hung down half way between his pubes and his knees, soft.  


"Hard, that thing measures twelve and a quarter by 9 at the thickest point." Randy said.


"You've measured it?" Lucas asked.


"Hell, I've jacked it.  I just wanted to know what it felt like." Randy admitted.  


"What was going on down the street?" Sandy asked.  Randy told her about the body and butt shots. "Oh man, we've got to do that here.  Which one of you guys is going to do the butt shots?" She asked.


"Their cops, they can't do that.  Hey, you ought to do titty shots." Randy said.

"I will if Ken there does the butt shots.  He's got such a pretty hairless ass." Sandy said.  The other guys agreed he had to do it.  He agreed as long as they kept watch for other cops.  They cleared  a section of the bar and stared the shots.  It became a contest of butts over titties.  Ken's butt was loosing.  There weren't as many women in the bar as men.  Randy suggested they had to get men to start doing butt shots.  He and the two cops did rock paper scissors to see who'd do a butt shot.  Randy lost.  He laughed and being the good sportsman he was, stuck his face in Ken's smooth white bubble butt and pulled out the shot.

That sent a roar through the crowd.  Soon girls had their guys lining up to do dares.  Billy started pushing the shot glasses farther into Ken's crack.  The laughter was contagious.  So was the boldness.  One guy finally gave in to his girl's demands after she said she'd do a titty shot if he'd to a butt shot.  He smashed his face in Ken's butt and pulled out the shot, then the bit Ken's butt.  His Girl took the shot from between Sandy's tits then licked her nipples.  That opened up a whole new can of worms.  Billy stuck a shot between Sandy's thighs.  Guy's and girls buried their faces in her lap to get the shots.

Billy had Ken sit on the bar and put a shots between his thighs.  Most of the time, the girls missed and got a mouth full so cock before going back for a second try and getting the shot.  Ken found himself sporting a raging hardon.  "That things going to poke someones eye out.  You better lay down." Billy said.  He placed the next shot between Ken's thighs, against his balls.  After dozens of girls took shots, the dares started with the guys again.  This time, the guys were too loose to care.  The big guy who'd bit Ken's butt didn't take much convening this time.  Ken covered his dick and yelled "No biting".  The guy pulled the shot out and acted like he was going to bite Ken's balls.

Later, Ken and Sandy counted up the money they'd pulled in from shots and it was determined Ken won by only a few shots. Sandy offered him a blow job for a prize.  He countered by asking if he could play with Billy's cock.  She reluctantly agreed. All the guys were so drunk they didn't care that they were in a public bar.  Ken got behind Billy and started paying with his cock.  It became fully erect in no time.  Ken was fascinated with the size of his cock and was equally impressed with his balls.  When Billy came, the first shot was a full two seconds long.  It started shooting on his belly, then moved up to his chin and back down in one continuous flow.  He only shot a few more times, but pushed out more cum than normal guys do in three full loads.  People looked on in aw, then broke into a loud cheer.

Ken just got out from around the bar when they saw uniformed cops enter the bar.  Billy quickly cleaned up and got back to work.

"Hey, you guys are out of uniform." One of the uniforms joked.  "My old lady would kill me if I did that."

"That's why we don't have old ladies." Dean said.

"That ain't why.  That may be why you don't have old men." the uniform joked.  "You guys having fun?"

"Oh yeah, I'm glad we got off early enough to join the party.  I bet the Chief is having a heart attack." Dean said.

"He and his family left town this morning.  He said he was going to a religious retreat to pray for the city." The uniform laughed.  "Holy crap, no wonder you guys are in here.  Look at the dick on that guy." he said spotting Billy who was still fluffed up somewhat.  "It looks like he just got off."

Ken blushed.  The uniform noticed.  "Well, you boys have fun.  It's almost midnight and everyone is supposed to put thier pants on.  I don't much expect  that will happen.  In fact I hope it doesn't.  I haven't seen so much fine tail in years.  I might even have to fuck my old lady tonight." he joked as he turned and left.

As midnight rolled round, people stared leaving the area.  The guys went to the truck and got dressed.  Randy opened his back pack to get his shorts but only found a couple bottles of water, his keys and wallet.

"What happened to my shorts?" he asked.  The three cops looked at each other.  "Franky" they said in unison.  They drove back to the station.  Franky was sitting behind the desk with Randy's shorts in his hand.

"I just had to make you come back so I'd know I hadn't dreamed it all." He said with a big smile.  He tossed Randy his shorts.  "Come back anytime you need relief." he said as they left.  Randy said he could skate home from there, but the guys took him home anyway.  It was a good thing.  He realized it was further than he'd thought.

"You guys want to come in for a while?" Randy offered.  Ken had had much less to drink than the rest and was up for it, but the other's were drunk and exhausted.

"We'll have to pass tonight, but we've got your number.  We'll have to get together again and go partying." Ken said.

"Or just come over and party here.  Or we could drop in on Franky." Randy suggested.

"We'll do that.  Maybe we'll do all three.  See ya buddy." Ken said.

"Good night guys.  Oh, by the way, this was WAY better than I aimed for the day to go. Thanks." Randy said.

A couple weeks later, Randy got a call.  The cops had gotten off for Mardi Gras and were going to spend four days in New Orleans.  They asked Randy if he would go with them.  He did, and had a blast.  They competed to see who could earn the most beads.  Randy won of course.  The four started getting together frequently.  Randy took them to his bar.  They took him to theirs.  They were the life of the party no matter where they went.  Billy ended up seeing Ken on a regular basis to Sandy's delight.

Randy and Sandy finally hooked up after years of teasing each other.  They'd always thought they were too good of friends to fuck it up by getting mixed up together.  Turns out they were better friends after they did.
Lucas and Franky moved in together.  No one  knows if their an item or not.  If nothing else, they're perfect house mates.  Dean moved to San Francisco and eventually lost contact with the rest.

The next time the naked bike ride came to town, they road together.  Randy's boner pointing the way.