Jerry

By: Will B
(© 2009-2010 by the author)
 

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From Chapter 28

Chet has gone to a conference in London and met an old friend, a very old and special friend. Trace and Jerry have received a letter from the National Conference of Circle Jerks who wanted to book the Souchard Hotel for a conference and a talent contest.

Chapter 29 

Many member groups of the NCCJ had come to the Souchard for the conference and the talent contest. Especially for the talent contest! Some of the chapters in attendance were the Charlotte Cummers, the Manhattan Manipulators, and the Peoria Pole Vaulters. The Baltimore Ball-Busters were there as were the Seattle Semen-Sippers.

Members could attend such lectures and discussions as ‘Your Fist is Your Best Friend,’ ‘Getting a Grip on Things,’ and ‘Handling Your Manhood.’

Now it was time for the Talent Contest. Groups who wanted to compete would write their name on a slip of paper, and three slips would be drawn from a jock-strap. Three judges would judge the group on three categories: ‘Introduction,’ ‘Presentation,’ and ‘Climax.’

The Playroom had been set up with mirrors slightly tilted at the back of the playing area, so that the audience could see what was going on, or cumming off, or whatever. In addition, video cameras would capture all the action and project it on large screens for the same purpose.

A table with three chairs for the judges was set up facing the stage. The staff of the Souchard had pondered long and hard as to who the judges would be, and in the end, Sabu and Ram were two of the judges. The third one was to be Gerry, the country singer who had performed at the New Year’s Eve Party.

After the party, Gerry had taken up more or less permanent residence at the Souchard. Every once in a while he would drive into The City and visit the Baths for some ‘recreation.’ At the Souchard, he made himself friendly to everyone, and often entertained the guests by singing during the dinner. He was a real sweetheart of a guy.

As the evening progressed, many groups took their places in the auditorium. Some carried signs advertising their names: ‘The Phoenix Feelies,’ ‘The Spokane Spokers,’ “The Tulsa Tool Wankers,’ and “The Cumberland Cum-Shooters” were among the signs that could be seen.

The Judges took their places. All three were wearing kilts. These were not Scottish tartan kilts. They were patterned on the kilts worn by men as seen on Egyptian wall paintings, and were made of a clear gauze through which one might see their bodies—butt cheeks from the rear, pubes and manhoods from the front.

Jake brought the three judges a jock strap. Sabu drew a slip and read, “Group Number One will be the Peoria Pole Vaulters.” Applause riffled through the auditorium.

Ram drew a slip. “The Cumberland Cum-Shooters will be the second group,” he read. There was more applause.

Then Gerry stood up and drew a slip. Facing the audience and rubbing his crotch, he read, “The third group will be…. (he paused and rubbed himself again)…The Manhattan Monkey-Spankers.” This time there was loud applause, probably because Gerry was obviously well into the spirit of the evening

The first group came out. There were five hot hunks, clad only in towels wrapped around their trim waists. They were all over six-feet tall; they were all in their twenties. Every guy’s body showed excellent muscle definition, and each guy’s towel showed an interesting protuberance.

The Peoria Pole Vaulters stood in a line facing the audience, and on a signal they whipped their towels off, and waved them over their heads before throwing them to the cheering fans.

They gyrated back and forth and from side to side, and the audience could see that one of the Pole-Vaulters had the words ‘Bite Me’ tattooed on his cheeks; another had smiley faces painted on his butt cheeks.

The middle hunk, whose bush was neatly trimmed, showing his seven-inch manhood, introduced himself. “I’m Derek, and I’m going to be the bitch for the evening. I’m going to lie here and take what cums!”

‘A very hot presentation,’ Gerry thought to himself, and put his hands on the thighs of Sabu and Ram, neither of whom seemed to object in the slightest.

Jake brought out some pillows and arranged them so that as Derek lay on the floor his head was higher than his feet, and his mid-section was not quite as high as his head. He stretched his arms out to his sides and said, “All right, Pole Vaulters, come on. Let me have it!”

Slowly his teammates began to pleasure themselves, and Derek began to moan, “A-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h.”  O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h!” “A-A=A=A=A=A-H.”

As he moaned he lifted his mid-section into the air and lowered it. His hands began to massage his pecs and pinch his nips.

The other four began to pump faster and faster.

“A-A-A-A-A-H-H-H!  I WANT IT. LET ME HAVE IT. LET ME HAVE YOUR CREAM!”

Harder and harder the others pumped, and then---one guy shot his load, right onto Derek’s chest. The next guy spewed his spunk on to Derek’s organ of delight, and the next covered Derek’s face.

“Come on, stud! Waddaya waiting for?” Derek asked.

The last guy to cum, shot his load right into Derek’s mouth—and Derek swallowed it.  The guy who had lasted the longest claimed his reward. Giving a broad smile to the judges, he knelt down and took Derek’s pole into his own mouth, and brought Derek to a very successful conclusion.

When he had finished, he and Derek stood up, and the team faced the judges.

Sabu started, “Well, Peoria Pole Vaulters. That was very impressive. I liked your main presentation and the conclusion, but I think you could work on your Introduction a little more.”

Ram commented, “I agree. This was an excellent presentation, and Derek, your moaning and arching your back was over the top.”

Gerry had the final comment. “I have never seen five hotter guys, and I was wondering if you ever had a volunteer to be the target. If, so I am certainly putting my…hand…and maybe something else…up!”

The judges revealed their scores. Sabu gave them an eight. Ram gave them a nine, and Gerry gave them a ten, making a total of twenty-seven points. Before they left the stage they came to the judges’ table and gave each of the judges a hug…and a grope! Needless to say, Gerry groped right back, with an impish grin on his face.

Now it was The Cumberland Cum-Shooters’ turn. Six studly guys walked onto the stage, each one wearing a black or red bandana. Fortunately the room was not chilly because these lads were not wearing anything else. No, siree, not a stitch! Several of the ‘Shooters’ had interesting tattoos.  One had two snakes on his chest, their tails curled around his nipples and their bodies intertwined down his abdomen. The heads of both snakes, mouths wide open, were depicted as if about to swallow his goodies.

The guys formed a straight line, waved to the audience, bowed to the judges, and formed a circle with their backs to the audience, and each of the Cum-Shooters reached out and began to massage the butt of the neighbor to his left. Then they turned around and formed a circle, facing the audience, and this time each stud fondled the jewels of the neighbor to the right.

Sabu and Ram were turned on by the sight of these bodies, and almost without thinking, each put his hand on Gerry’s thigh. Not wanting to offend these two handsome guys, Gerry did the only thing a gentleman could do. He took each hand in one of his own, and rubbed it over his thigh, always inching it a little higher.

Jake brought out another sloped pillow, and two of the guys from Cum-berland, stepped forward and introduced themselves. “Hi. I’m Paul,” said one. “I’m Saul,” said the other. “We’re going to relax on these pillows and enjoy ourselves while our team mates enjoy themselves.” The object is to see who can last the longest,” explained Paul.

Paul lay down on the pillows and spread his legs. He was obviously in a state of excitement. Saul lay on top of him, and squeezed his muscular legs together holding Paul’s manhood between his thighs---the ancient Greek form of non-penetrative but highly stimulating ‘intercrural’ sex. Paul reached around Saul and began to pleasure Saul, one hand caressing Saul’s nipples, and the other gently rubbing Saul’s sausage as the lubed thrusting continued.

The other four moved in closer and began to stroke their organs, pointing them towards Paul and Saul, who were moaning and writhing in ecstasy.

‘Most enjoyable,’ thought Ram. ‘I wonder if Sabu and I could try something like that with Gerry.’

The writhing, the pumping, the stroking, the pleasuring became more and more intense. The audience waited with baited breath, who would be the first to blow his wad?  Some couples in the audience, who evidently had no sense of what was fitting or proper, turned their attention away from the stage and began to engage in their own lewd and lascivious behavior. Mouths were opened wide; legs were raised into the air; hands began assaults on all-too-willing bodies.

Finally one of the Cumberland studs shot his load all over Paul and Saul; then another; then a third, and then a fourth. Creamy man-milk covered the two bodies, and Paul and Saul began to laugh.

“Ha ha! We win!” said Paul, and he and Saul simultaneously shot two streams of jism into the stratosphere.

The other four guys shook the two winners’ hands, pulled them up. All six bowed again to the judges, waved to the audience, and walked off the stage.

 Ram said, “I loved your introduction.”

“Oh, yeah!” said Gerry. “I loved your presentation. It was just mah-ve-lous!”

Sabu wrapped up the Judges’ comments, by saying, “I think you need to work in your conclusion. It was very tame, after that stunning presentation, but I know you all did your best.”

It was time for the three judges to reveal their scores. Ram gave them eight points. Gerry gave them ten points, and Sabu gave them nine points. Another team had gotten twenty-seven points.

The Manhattan Monkey-Spankers were the third and last group to perform. Five of them marched on to the stage in lock-step, each Spanker wearing red boxer briefs. Four of the guys had their chests and abdomens covered in dark hair. The fifth one was a ‘smoothie.’ The group circled the stage once, and then, slowly pushed their briefs down and stepped out of them, kicking them off stage and into the audience.

‘Huh,’ thought Gerry. “No synchronization; no sensuous movements. They acted just like they were getting ready to take a shower.’

Now the ‘smoothie’ spoke. “Hi, all. I’m Boris, and my teammates are going to lather me up real good.” With that he lay on the floor, and the others circled around him and began to stroke themselves.

‘Boy,’ thought Sabu, ‘No style, no presentation. Where did these guys come from?’

All too soon the four ‘furry bears’ had lathered up Boris ‘real good.’ Then each of them knelt down and ‘licked the platter clean,’ making sure that not a drop of jism remained on Boris’ body. When that was done, Boris went down on each of them in turn and sucked them dry. Then all five stood up, nodded to the judges and waited to hear their comments.

Ram spoke first, “I know you all tried very hard, and your closing activity was fairly good, but you need to develop some ‘stage presence.’ You need to develop a routine with some pizzazz in it.”

“I agree,” said Gerry. “I felt I was watching a drill of half-hearted participants rather than a team of dedicated wankers. I will say you all have very hot bodies.”

Sabu concluded, “I know you guys will improve in time, and if you come back next year, I hope to see a big improvement.”

The judges revealed their scores. Sabu gave them a nine. Gerry gave them a seven, and Ram gave them a six. Twenty-two points! The team nodded their thanks and walked off dejectedly.

“Gerry, we have two scores of twenty-seven points. How can we determine the winner?” Ram asked.

“We’ll tell them that the final winner will be announced later,” Gerry said. Maybe anyone who sees some of these videos will write and tell us their favorite team.”

Gerry then drew Sabu and Ram closer to him and said quietly, “If you guys like I’ll be your bitch tonight I can take two of you together.”

“Ah, but Gerry, we would like to taste your sausage as well,” said Sabu.

Trace and Jerry came into the playroom as the guests were tidying themselves, and making themselves decent.

“Whew,” Trace said, “this place smells like the Turkish Baths in Cairo after a hot night. I think we’ll have to close the playroom for a couple of days while we get it cleaned up and aired out.”

“Good idea, my love.”

* * * * *

Later that night Trace and Jerry met Gerry in the hallway going back to his room.

“Hi, guysh. I’ve been shelebratin’.”

“How so, Gerry?”

“Oh, Shabu and Ramsh have shown me shome of their Egypshian rope tricks, and I musht shay those two shtuds have some might hot Egypshan ropes! Hah hah.”

Gerry wove his way down the hall to his room.

“Is he gonna be all right,” Jerry asked Trace.

“Sure he will. He’s a good buddy. Now how about us, examining each other’s ropes?”

“Yeah. You climb mine and I’ll pull yours,” Jerry said with an evil grin.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/15/10