THE CREW - Chapter 26

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The next of the Crew to put his case for winning our contest was Stevieboy.

He looked pretty nervous - which we all thought was hardly surprising given the high standard of competition entries so far.

But Stevieboy had, when all was said and done, scored with Shane Bruckner and, as we all knew, in the high school jocks' league, they certainly didn't come - or, we guessed, cum - any bigger and better than that.

He stood up and, as he did so, adjusted the front of his pants.

No-one said anything about it, but we all saw…

Stevieboy had a boner!

That was one of the great Crew no-nos.

It was just so un-cool.

We simultaneously squirmed with embarrassment for our friend and chuckled inside.

Whether Stevieboy's hard-on was the result of Spike, Zak and me telling the others our stories, it was hard to say.

(Well, it was just hard, anyway.)

But right there in front of us, undeniably, was proof that something had got him all hot'n'bothered.

As though to stop us all gazing down at his crotch, Stevieboy cleared his throat.

"Well, guys", he said.

"Until last night I thought that I might as well not bother even thinking about winning the contest.

"OK, Shane's a hot stud - we all know that.

"Hell, every girl in the school knows that - even Miss Lars."

(In spite of a name that suggested something between a Viking warrior and a Canadian lumberjack, Lars Gunnsen was not only the smallest boy in class but also the quietest - apart from when he was gossiping with the girls about the cutest boy in the latest hot band.

The only time Lars ever came to life with the boys was when our Phys. Ed. teacher, the ex-US marine Mr Nixon, wore his especially revealing pair of gym shorts.

Little Miss Lars, we were all convinced, was the school's closet case.)

"But compared to Spike's achievement with the Tigers - or Zak's with Coach Passage's boys," Stevieboy went on, "my time with Shane was pretty small scale.

"Then, just as I was falling asleep last night I had an idea…"

It turned out, Stevieboy told us, that Shane had become pretty miserable in the past couple of weeks.

The reason was that his girlfriend Elizabeth - the one he'd been talking to on the phone as Stevieboy had jerked him off - had disappeared.

It was as though she'd wandered completely off the planet.

Shane had waited for hours outside her house every night - something he's never been known to do, or indeed ever needed to do, for any girl before - but she'd never come outside.

And that in itself was odd, because the evenings were the only time that she'd told him she was able to get away from her folks. Certainly, he'd never even seen her in full daylight before.

Shane was cut up real bad.

"Hell", he'd said to Stevieboy.

"I really liked this one. Really!

"She was just so sweet that I was taking it real easy with her.

"She wasn't like the other girls. Elizabeth was just so cute and shy.

"Hell, you know I hadn't even got to touch her yet, she was that nervous.

"The only thing I ever had from her was a blow job, and that was one night when she was real drunk and I don't think she really knew what she was doing.

"But even then I didn't touch her or take advantage of her.

"I loved her, Steve."

It turned out that, ever since Elizabeth's disappearance, Shane had become something of a recluse.

He'd gone downhill so far, in fact, that, Stevieboy explained to us, he'd taken pity on the stud he'd got to know so well - and even intimately - during our contest.

And, as a result, Stevieboy had promised Shane a special treat to try to cheer him up.

He'd introduce him to some older, experienced women who would take the depressed stud to sexual highs he'd never even dreamed of with Elizabeth.

At this point in our friend's story, our jaws were dropping.

Who were these females that Stevieboy suddenly knew so well that they'd service a complete stranger for him?

All we could think of were our own moms!

Surely he couldn't be planning something like that!

At that point Stevieboy turned real serious.

"Guys", he said, "if I tell you what happened next you gotta swear you'll never tell anyone - ever."

We all swore that our lips would be sealed as tight as our school principal's ass - though if, at that point in time, we'd known the full facts about Mr DelMonico's lifestyle, I guess we'd have gone for another comparison entirely.

"And that saying nothing about all this has to start right now, guys", continued Stevieboy.

"You gotta swear to say nothing at all - ever!

"And literally not a word, even to each other, for the next 60 minutes."

Completely baffled by now, we all swore.

And then, as instructed, shut our mouths.

Stevieboy left the room.

The four of us all looked at each other in mystification.

But no-one broke the silence.

The door opened again and Stevieboy reappeared.

But he was not alone.

For right behind him, completely blindfolded and led in by the hand - like a lamb, it has to be said, to the proverbial slaughter - was Shane Bruckner.

And Shane was buck naked apart from the skimpiest pair of undershorts that you ever saw.

Putting his finger to his lips to ensure we kept quiet, Stevieboy led the blindfolded stud to the centre of the room.

"OK, Shane", he said.

"You can stop right here."

"Now, like I told you, these kind ladies who've asked to meet you are all very shy - and we all know that shy girls are your favourite type.

"And they're real respectable ladies too, so they can't let you see their faces and you're gonna have to keep that blindfold on real tight.

"But they sure know what they're doin' ol' buddy - and they feel right sorry for what you've been going through lately - so if it's OK with you they're ready to give you the best time of your life."

Spike, Zak, Eli and I looked at each other in disbelief. Surely no-one was dumb enough to fall for a stupid trick like this?

But we had over-estimated Shane Bruckner.

He mumbled something inaudible, but his nod - and a definite stirring in the pouch of his shorts - was all the agreement we needed.

Eli - our token str8 Crew guy - and Stevieboy sat it out to watch.

But, as the other three of us advanced slowly on the unsuspecting boy in the centre of the room… fingered the waistband of those skimpy shorts… and edged them down… all of us simultaneously broke the iron rule that Stevieboy had set for us.

We all opened our mouths as wide as we possibly could.

© HMBoys.com / Rob Maynard 2006

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