They proceeded without consulting him.
“Everyone who thinks Matthew should be admitted to the group stand up,” William said.
Clown stood—blue high tops, sexy legs, and leering mask.
Mattsighed in relief.
Lion and Mouse stood as well, followed by Princess.
Pirate hesitated, but finally stood.
“It’s unanimous then,” William said. “Matthew, welcome to the GM!”
The cartoon squad took off their masks and introduced themselves. Todd (Mouse), Evan (Pirate), Luke (Princess), Josh (Lion), and Jake (Clown). As they talked, they laughingly stripped out of their remaining clothes. Even William got naked.
Jake retained his blue high tops.
Matt beamed. He’d never been this excited to be welcomed to any group. He dropped trou and stood in his birthday suit.
William appraised him, smiling. “Glad to see you trimmed the hedges!”
Matt blushed.
“Okay ladies,” William said. “Let’s resume.”
Everyone settled back into their seats.
William continued with a sly grin on his face. “Our custom, Matthew, is to welcome new members with a special treat. You get to pick a sex act you’d like to engage in (stroking, sucking, topping, or bottoming) AND pick which member you’d like to do it with.”
Matt was flummoxed, unsure how to process this information. Topping—finally getting to fuck a guy, getting to fit his rigid key inside a small keyhole—thrilled him. Picking his partner seemed freaky. (Eenie, meenie, miney, moe? Or short straw—smallest dick?) The fact was that he felt an emotional connection with William. He wanted to fuck William.
William, perhaps sensing Matt’s thoughts, shook his head. “I forgot to mention one rule, dahling,” he said. “You can’t choose your sponsor this time. That’s me. In fact, no second handshakes with any member until you’ve shaken hands with everyone. Our way of bonding. We call that ‘The Handshake Rule.’”
Matt looked awkwardly at Todd, Evan, Luke, Josh, and Jake. They smiled back at him as if this were the most natural thing. And now he worried what the rest of the members would be doing while he fucked one of them? Watching with their masks on? Rating his performance?
Chapter 8: Clowning Around
Saturday, August 19, 1995
William was exasperated. “Matthew, dahling, my willie’s going to shrivel in this air conditioning! Let’s move this along, shall we?”
Matt blushed.
“Would it be safe to assume that you wish to top?” William asked.
Matt nodded shyly.
“Thought so,” William smiled. “Let’s find you the perfect bottom, then.” Ever the performer, he slipped into salesman mode. He stepped behind Todd and put his hands on Todd’s slender shoulders. “Todd’s our youngest model, just a tad over nineteen. Very low mileage. Loves to bottom, don’t you, Todd?”
Todd nodded. He had a thick, almost curly mass of black hair. That and his piercing blue eyes gave him that boyish Elijah Woods look.
“Or,” William continued, “should you want to fuck ‘GI Joe,’ we have Josh. He’s twenty-one, versatile, and has been around the block enough times to give you a thrilling first ride, but not so much that his engine block needs to be rebored.”
Josh turned slightly, showing Matt both his front and back sides. He was the most classically handsome of the lot, a chestnut-haired All-American boy-next-door.
Matt listened to William’s pitch, eyeing Todd and Josh as they were presented, but also distracted by Jake and those blue high tops.
Todd, while beautiful and sweet, looked too innocent. Matt wasn’t interested in deflowering the village virgin. Josh, all muscles and hide, was a birddog of sorts, a loyal, friendly retriever. He would finish the job that a hunter began.
