THE CREW - Chapter 27

Take a look at our pictures, videos, stories and more...

We were screwed.

Completely and utterly screwed.

Not literally, of course.

None of us had had time for anything like that lately because we'd been so busy with the contest.

We may have blown the studs…

…licked them…

…fingered them…

But none of us, as far as I knew, had actually got to the stage of asking one of them to screw us.

That would have won the contest outright, I guess.

But it just hadn't happened.

No, we were screwed in the sense that we couldn't get any further.

It was deadlock.

We just couldn't agree.

I thought that the prize should go to Spike for the ingenuity of his plan and its sheer scale - getting so many members of the football team to sign up for his male strippers' troupe.

Spike, on the other hand, ignored the concept of gratitude by casting his vote for Zak, on the grounds that anyone who beat the feared Coach "Back" Passage at his own game was clearly a past master.

Adding to the confusion, Zak himself wanted the prize to go to Stevieboy in recognition of his coup de theatre in actually bringing lovelorn school stud Shane Bruckner along to meet - and deliver several hot loads on demand to - the judges.

Stevieboy himself, on the other hand, was the only one to vote for me - though I suspected it was simply on the grounds that if he voted for either of the other two they'd win outright, so voting for me at least kept the contest deadlocked and meant he might still have a chance of ending up the winner.

So we were, as I said, well and truly screwed.

Now maybe some of you have noticed that our fifth Crew member - token str8 boy Eli - hasn't appeared in the voting tally.

He'd been pretty much an observer in the whole contest so, even though he'd turned up to hear the verdict, we'd overlooked him.

Until now.

The same thought seemed to hit all of us at the same time.

If we weren't gonna agree on all this, then Eli had to be the sole judge.

He'd seen the whole thing going on, heard all our stories, knew all the guys in the football squad - and so could weigh up the pros and cons in deciding the verdict better than almost anyone else.

It seemed the simple solution.

But Eli wasn't too keen.

"Look, guys", he responded.

"This just ain't me.

"OK, it's been real fun watching you hit on those jocks.

"But I just can't do this…"

It took at least an hour of concentrated pleading from the rest of us to get Eli to change his mind.

And even then he was obviously still very uncomfortable with the whole idea.

Maybe he just didn't want to upset any of us - or maybe we'd simply overestimated him and he still couldn't get his head around the whole gay thing that we'd always assumed he was comfortable with - but he was obviously finding it real difficult to make up his mind.

Finally he spoke.

"Look, fellas", he said.

"I'm gonna do it, OK?

"I'll pick a winner.

"But I can't do it with four pairs of eyes just boring into me all the time.

"I'm gonna walk over to my house for a few minutes, get a Coke and work things out quietly on my own.

"Then, when I'm ready, I'll come back and I promise you, one way or another, we're gonna have a winner."

Five minutes passed.

The four of us - Spike, Zak, Stevieboy and me - hardly spoke to each other.

If the contest was creating such rivalry, I even began regretting that we'd ever started it in the first place.

Ten minutes.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

And then we heard a movement outside the door.

An odd sound.

A sort of rustling…

The door opened.

And standing there in front of us was a drop dead gorgeous (as far as any of us gay boys could tell!) and beautifully turned out (now we were on safer ground!) girl.

A girl that none of us knew.

Facially she certainly looked like Eli - so all I could think of in that split second of time was that this must be some sister of his that we'd never heard of.

And then she spoke.

And, at the same time, whipped off her elaborate blonde wig.

"Well, guys", she said.

"Meet Shane's elusive girlfriend Elizabeth…

"Or maybe it ought to be Eli-zabeth?"

We had our winner.

Everyone agreed.

Eli's elaborate impersonation of the non-existent Elizabeth - a girl who told Shane that she was only ever able to meet him after dark and who was so shy that she'd never even let him grope her - took the prize on every count.

It was only later, after we'd got over the initial shock, that a few questions began suggesting themselves.

One in particular.

Hadn't Shane Bruckner himself said that, although he'd never got his hands on Elizabeth, she'd certainly got her's on him?

And, in particular, hadn't he said that Elizabeth gave the best blow jobs in the world?

When we put that point to Eli, he blushed.

"When it comes to competing with you guys, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do."

Eli's attempt to sound like John Wayne was fatally compromised at that point by the fact that he was still wearing a dress, but he carried on regardless.

"In any case, fellas, I reckoned that if all the girls in school can do that sorta stuff, then it can't be so bad after all…

"And, you know what", he added, with a sparkle in his eyes that seemed to suggest some interesting times ahead for all of us, "maybe it wasn't."

© HMBoys.com / Rob Maynard 2006

Take a look at our pictures, videos, stories and more...