over a couple of hookers! Then she fucked me senseless in the garage, drug me upstairs and fucked my peter raw till after the sun came up.” He pulled open the elastic band on his shorts and looked down at his crotch, “Poor monster’s all sore and chaffed.”

Trampus looked in himself, “Still looks tiny and useless to me.”

“Fuck you, asshole.” He smacked him playfully, “You know you’d kill for a little taste of my club.”

Trampus rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah, I’d go all homo, if I knew I just you’d let me lick on that little Ozzie pixie stick of yours…”

“You know you want it, dickwad, I bet you when you go to those parties of yours you close your eyes on pound it dreaming I’m letting you salt up my meat and grill it your way….”, He teased.

“Shit…” Trampus snorted

“What parties?” Seven said intrigued.

“Trampus goes to these parties once a month where he and some...” he drew quotation marks in the air with his fingers, “...friends get together and watch each other have a wank.”

Seven, “What? Orgies?”

“No, no, not orgies…” Trampus tried to change the subject, “Ian how long have you been in California?”

“No there aren’t any birds there at all…” Jeremy wasn’t having it. It was the repartee that had made Jeremy and Trampus the interview duo that every entertainment reporter fought to get. “Just blokes and they whip it out and beat it off in front of each other.”

“Stop it asshole, you’re spreading rumors again.”

“Rumors hell, Seven, they meet in some bar and say “Oh how’s it hanging…just fine wanna see…and then haul out their pee pees and stroke like those Olympic boaters…stroke…stroke…change…stroke…stroke…change….”

They all laughed. “Dammit, Jer, you’re spilling all my secrets, now it won’t be fun anymore!”

“Hey mates, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas…right?”

Trampus was red laughing, “This ain’t Vegas girlie man, and it’s not a party, it’s a jack off club…”

Seven was hooked, “You are kidding me…”

“No, no I’m not, we meet once and a while, not every month, we take off our clothes and at a set aside time we jack off, no penetration of any kind or kissing, we just sit around and play with ourselves. Once everybody cums, we get dressed and go home.”

“Wow! How many guys?”

“Oh, four or five hundred…” Trampus couldn’t hold it in anymore and gave the joke away by holding his gut laughing.

“You assholes…” Seven finally realizing that he’d been had, “You really had me going there for a while.”

“Oh, it’s true, mate…” Jeremy tried to keep it going, “In fact let’s all line up now…” He stood up and pulled his shorts down his thighs, “Where shall we plant our seeds, Ian?”

“Oh God, man, put that pitiful thing away…” Trampus rolled his eyes, “any excuse to pull your pants down, you just want everyone to have pity on you, for Chris’ sakes”

He yanked his pants back up with a snap of the elastic and sat down, “Naw mate, just foolin with you.”

In a few moments they were back with the group, but the shenanigans continued until the sun went down, and people started to