[matt1995]

Luke walked out from between the trees, shirtless and holding a camcorder in one hand. His bike shorts were tented with his semi, and he brushed his dick with one hand as he walked forward.
‘Hi, guys,’ he said. ‘Always good to see you: Charles, Zachariah. Where do you want me, Lis?’
‘Both of the two of you,’ Lisa said, flicking her fingers between the kneeled Zak and standing Luke. ‘Number Two here’s a slim man, with a firm and curvaceous ass, isn’t that right?’ She looked at Charlie, who nodded slowly. ‘Yet the illusion is not quite real, not yet: and so we must ensure that ‘down there’,’ she gripped one of Charlie’s buttocks again, ‘is entirely smooth.’
‘What about who cums first?’ Luke asked. ‘You know, on his ass? What do they win? Or the other person lose?’
‘Luke – why, I hadn’t thought about that…’ Lisa continued to stroll around. ‘You’re game?’ He nodded. ‘Okay, well: the first person to shoot crosses the wall, then. The other can undertake stage one, personally.’
‘Agreed.’ Luke said, as Zak got slowly to his feet, and began to undress. Luke whipped off his shorts quickly, and already was tugging on his dick. Zak moved slowly.
‘Trust me, Number One: you want this freedom,’ Lisa said, passing him in the clearing as she pushed gently but firmly on Charlie’s back, and held his waist with his other hand, so soon, he was bent over, hands flat to the ground, presenting. ‘This is a serious opportunity.’

Zak moved behind Charlie, and as his side Luke was pumping his six-inch cock vigorously. Zak, still feeling taken aback and powerless, still cum-scented and the lower part of his neck and around where his sideburns would be beginning to crust, seemed more taken now that Charlie’s ass was only a foot from his cock, and beside him Luke, with his indisputable sexuality, biting his lower lip and moaning. Zak pumped his seven-and-a-half inches of thick dark cock. Charlie’s thighs were beginning to hurt, and on the one hand he was desperate to be anywhere else, but on the other he just wanted one of the two: both of the two, in turn – to shove themselves into him. Lisa watched and slipped her hand down the front of her shinny jean-shorts, and began to rub her clit slowly. Out the corner of his eye, Luke watched Zak’s progress, his hustle, and slowly but noticeably slowed down. Zak came hard into Charlie’s asscrack, and as the shots came Charlie reached behind and stopped any of it dripped onto the ground below. Six shots: seven… they kept coming and pooling in Charlie’s cupped hand. Luke stopped, panting, and said: ‘I think we’ve got enough, Boss.’

‘Okay, Number One: we can use yours later…’ she said. ‘Zak, please get dressed.’ Zak looked curious at her. ‘I mean, if you want, babe: you look plenty fine as you are.’ That said, Zak took up his clothes and, the last drop of semen dripping from his throbbing cock, put his clothes back on. ‘Number Two, stay where you are. Number One,’ she handed him the straight-razor: ‘Be careful, won’t you?’ Luke knelt down and began to cut the stray hairs from around Charlie’s ass. As with his cheek and thighs, there were not many, and he rubbed the abundance of cum in as he worked on Charlie. Charlie: whose thighs were burning. Charlie: whose cock was once again hard. Charlie: who, within a few minutes, had a perfectly smooth area, as Lisa said, ‘down there’.

They stood up, and, with Zak and Lisa dressed, Luke in his shorts (and still holding the camcorder) and Charlie, still naked, they walked. Not for long, but soon they came to these two trees, and between them hung two large banners – those of the football team, all but Charlie would know – pegged together extensively in the middle. ‘Zak, do you want to head to the other side,’ Lisa said, and Zak walked around the tree, a single worried look across at Charlie. Noise came from behind the tree. The sound of many people talking, of party music playing. ‘Number Two, take the camcorder. Don’t point it away from those banners. Number One, on your knees just there,’ she pointed to the ground in front of the flags. ‘You’ll know when it’s time.’
Lisa walked past the tree, and began to talk. Charlie waited, pointing the camera at Luke, who stared ahead, smiling. ‘Alright, team: we’re all here now, right?’
‘Except Luke,’ a voice recognisable as Pierre’s came out.
‘No matter. It’s time, I think, to reward all your efforts so far this year,’ Lisa said, evidently pacing back and forth in front of the ring of players. ‘You’ve done extremely well. Your reward, players, kneels on the other side of this partition. Now, you’ll see some cheerleaders here, but others are not here, they are there. We’ll see how perceptive you boys really are, eh?’
A cheer rose up.
‘Who’s first?’ asked Lisa. Another cheer. ‘Ted, come on forward…’