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Prologue - Cameron Brookline, Jr.

Somewhere in West Texas...

American High School senior, Cameron, was tall and solid and thick in the chest. He had muscle tone and he, as they say, was "built". His dirty-blond hair was buzzed tight (and short as fuck) and his face was long and smooth. Cool blue eyes and a square jaw added to his all-American-boy good looks and he had a sort of innocent charm when dealing with girls that made him very popular hot-jock, arm-candy among his female classmates. He was not shy and he enjoyed playing the field, and he had no shortage of girl-friends and while he was no virgin, he was always responsible and wore protection.

As a fullback for his team he was serious, powerful, focused and a good, reliable player. His teammates considered him a loyal friend and a decent guy that was often referred to as the teams' gentle giant.

Football practice had just ended and Cameron left the field and entered the locker room with a few of his buddies in tow. His nose never got used to that strong ball-sweat funk that seemed to infest the locker-area with a permanent and fierce vengeance. Little did he know that to a few of his teammates the scent of warm, damp, man-flesh was a total turn on and not a dick-deflator. Cameron himself had never had any issues with throwing an embarrassing boner in the lockers (or the showers), as guys simply didn't interest him.

As he was removing his gear, prior to hitting a hot shower, he was suddenly zapped away.

ZAP!

They say that truth is stranger than fiction and in this case that was true as not a single person in the room noticed him go. One second he was there and the next he was not.

Prologue - Frederick "Eddie" G. Falcone

Somewhere in New York City

Eddie was twenty-three, kept himself clean shaven of face, and well groomed all around his body. He was five foot nine and of Italian descent with a Mediterranean skin tone and a bush of curly dark black hair on his head.

Holding a single large paper bag of fresh groceries from the Indian-run bodega down the block he rode the buildings elevator up to the fourth floor. Leaving the elevator to close behind him, he knocked on 4C and the door was answered by a portly, forty-ish man, with a salt-and-pepper, shallow, full beard and steely eyes, that Eddie only actually new as "sirSucksAlot107" at GMail dot com.

"Hey," greeted the man.

"Hey," answered Eddie, as he went inside and the man closed the door behind him. He put his bag on the guy's kitchenette counter.

Ah, that cold, lets get to it casualness among horny men that have already done the deed, at least once, and are eager skip the bullshit, there truly is nothing like it. The TV was already on and showing a rather loudly moaning blond bitch getting fucked in both holes. Eddie merely pushed down his sweats and sat down while the large man got to his knees and started to go down on him. A good bouncy C-cup was Eddies favorite and this porn girl had them. He was hard as hell in seconds.

Eddie noted that the girl he was making dinner for, later that evening, kinda looked like this one on the screen. They'd met a month ago and this was their fourth date. He was making his famous pasta sauce for her for the very first time.

Damn this guy can really suck dick! I'm glad that he wants my load because... damn, he's gonna make me shoot it so fuckin' quick...

Splorch! Spunk! Spew! Squirt! Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot!

"Holy-fuck," repeated over and over and softer and softer and softer until... Eddie finally finished unloading and he let the guys head go and the guy gladly licked his deflating cock clean and made sure there were no drips before backing away and standing up. Eddie covered his dick with his sweat pants and picked up the bag from the kitchenette. "Thanks," he said to the guy who was about to light up a menthol cigarette.

A very simple, almost wholly unfeeling, "Anytime, dude," he puffed.

Eddie left his friends place and hearing the guy re-dead-bolt his door behind him he went back to the elevator. Once inside he pressed eleven and waited. He went right and down the hall and unlocked his door and entered his place. He set out all the ingredients he'd purchased for his sauce on his kitchen counter.

He then took a long, satisfying leak, got naked in his small bathroom and checked for stray hairs and pruned where necessary before hoping in a fast shower. He did his oral routine and splashed on cologne, got dressed in clean fresh clothes (a white button down, and black jeans and a lions head, pinky-ring), and started making his famous sauce.

Debbie would be arriving in about 40 minutes.

After the tomato paste had cooked out its bitter flavor in some olive oil in the pan he added a can of crushed tomatoes (hey - most people don't have access to really fresh veggies in NYC) and began to stir as he seasoned with dried basil and onion powder...

ZAP!

The knob on the stove slowly turned the gas off on the sauce... by itself.

Prologue - Matteo Javier Cortez Oliveros

Somewhere warm and arid...

Matteo, Matty to all his friends, was a short, heavy-set, dark skinned, American-born, English-speaking, Filipino with deep-set brown eyes and straight hair of jet black. He had a smooth face with a wide nose and thick, full, and very talented lips.

Matteo, never had any problems with being who he was. He loved cock, craved it constantly, and he didn't care who knew it. In fact he figured that the more every-day guys can tell you like cock, the more cock you get, so he had no interest in hiding his utter love for the man-pecker and good, hard-shot, throat-coating, jizz-loads.

If he ever saw a guy he liked, I mean... a dick, that he wanted to suck, he made damn sure that, the guy got the idea and more often than not he was happily rewarded to the mutual contentment of both parties.

He'd recently created an account on gay dot com and entered a chat room for his area.

Today, there are apps for that, but back then the Internet was new and apps didn't exist yet. Cell phones were the size (and weight) of bricks. Some kind of chat-room was the best thing a budding, yet insatiable, cock-sucker like Matty, had to get a serious, throat-pounder, interested in maybe letting off some ball-cream... in your mouth later that night. Most guys didn't have profiles and the ones that did only filled out a few of the fifty items asked for, and even fewer had images (pics), because in order to get them up there, at the time, they'd have had to take the picture, get them developed and then scanned and then uploaded over dial-up speed connections. It just wasn't worth it for the average guy to do all that, for what might turn out to be a mere ten minute, mouth splattering, blow-job.

Of course, gay dot com, probably wasn't gonna lure in very many, if any, straight guys and Matty loved straight dick and straight cum. He would, however, use the tools at hand and take what he could get. If he could locate a really young man, one that could go for hours and maybe even shoot multiple loads in an evening he'd be very happy, even if the guy was gay like himself.

When a lime green, chat window popped open from youngGreenEyes18, he was about to reply when...

ZAP!

His keyboard, typed out "BRB", (Be Right Back) ...without him sitting there. YoungGreenEyes18 waited.

Boy Meets Boy

The room was octagonal in shape, about twenty feet by twenty feet, and very tall. The walls had a black mesh with a dark gray behind them and glowing thin bars of green light at the top and bottom. It was dimly lit but warm. There was an octagon shaped pad in the center of the floor. One of the walls did not have the black mesh, but it was black itself with a thin one inch high slot in it about two thirds of the way up. Below that were two colored plastic rectangular panels, one was red, the other green. They were dark.

Eddie, had arrived an hour ago in the cell. He was sitting in his jeans on the floor when a chunky, dark-skinned, young man appeared on the pad in the middle of the floor.

Matteo was disorientated, "What the fuck? What the hell just happened?"

Eddie stood up, "Hey, yeah I don’t know. I just appeared in here a while ago. I was cooking dinner one minute and here the next. My name is Eddie." He extended a hand.

Matty took it and shook hands as he leered openly at Eddie and said, "Wow! You smell really good!"

"Uh... thanks? I think."

"I hope it doesn't bother you that I like guys."

"Um, no, it doesn't bother me."

"Cool, because you are, one - very - handsome - guy."

"Thank you for the compliment. Only I didn't get your name?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry, it's Matteo or Matty, everyone calls me Matty, Hi." He stepped off the pad and looked around. "So, uh, what is this place?"

"I haven’t a clue, but, dude, watch this."

Eddie stepped on to the pad and a voice began speaking in English. "Male, twenty-three, average, bi-sexual."

The unseen voice was done speaking.

Matty smiled, "That’s a little more than you probably wanted to reveal to me, huh?"

"Yeah, I don't usually walk around screaming I'm bi-sexual, but I thought you should see what it did. And what the fuck is average about me? How fucking insulting is that?"

"I'd be pissed off if it called me average, because I definitely am not. And well, I think you're pretty fucking cute."

"Thanks man, honestly, that's nice of you to say. You wanna give it a try?"

"Sure, why not?"

Matty stepped on the pad.

"Male, twenty-one, average…" the voice paused a moment, "…cock sucker."

Matty stepped off the pad, "Average! Fuck you!"

"Heeeeyyyy!" Eddie smiled, "A cock-sucker, huh? I fucking love head! In fact, I got a really great bee-jay from this guy that lives downstairs from me, like, less than an hour ago."

"Really? Damn. I mean your a lucky guy to know someone that sucks your dick whenever you want and lives in your building an all, but I could use a hot load right about now, to relax me. I bet you're not up for it though having shot off so recently, right?"

"Dude, I am constantly horny as fuck. I could totally go again. Right now, if you want."

Matteo was dead serious as he spoke, "How about this? I'll get on my knees, mouth open, and you jack off into it. Feed it all to me."

"Well, ... I'd prefer a blow-job."

"I bet you would, and I promise to give you the best blow-job of your entire life, AFTER you feed a hot load to me. By hand."

Eddie considered it and started to undo his jeans. Matty went down on his knees before an eager Eddie who undid his pants quickly and got out his cut, fat, seven. It was semi-hard and wet at the tip already. He started jacking on it while looking down into Matteo's smoldering and innocent brown eyes. "This won’t take long," he told him. Matty nodded, with his mouth open for the hot load of sperm that Eddie was about to fill it with. Thoughts of the porn from earlier and the whiny girl with the perfect bobbing C-cups getting fucked in the ass and the cunt at the same time and, "oh yeah," Eddie said, feeling some slime on the rise, "here it comes. Stick out your tongue."

Matty's tongue came out and Eddie rested the tip of his dick on the guys lower lip, pumped his shaft up to blasting speed and then held it firmly as his meat went off in his fist. He watched his load squirt out and collect in a warm silken puddle of fresh cum in Matteo's mouth. Fifteen good squirts blasted out before he jacked out the last of that load onto the outstretched and eager, pink, tongue before him.

Eddie wiped the tip of his cock on that tongue and Matteo closed his mouth and tasted the load. From his expression Eddie knew that it tasted very good and watching Matty swallow with a grin was the icing on the cake (so to speak).

Matteo looked up at Eddie and said, "Mmm, thank you, Eddie. You get your blow-job now."

Matty started blowing Eddie with a firm pump-sucking action. Eddie rolled his head back and held onto Matty's shoulders and really enjoyed the head. "Wow,... you suck dick even better than my other guy."

Matty ignored him and kept doing his tricks on the hot dick before him. He lipped it, tongued it and sucked it. He pushed down the jeans to get some action on Eddie’s hot and sweaty balls and sack. Eddie was in heaven and didn’t stop him at all. "You keep this shit up and I’ll nut again, like, real quick."

Matty was hungry in his voice, "That's my goal, Eddie, cum in my mouth, shoot another load right in my mouth. I want it. Bad."

"Okay, I will."

Matty was an expert on that dick and it was mere minutes before Eddie was ready to have his second orgasm. He warned Matty to be polite, but he new Matty wanted it, by his pace and his intensity on that cock. "Oh man, oh man, yeah, oh man..."

Tonsil-us Pasti-us Interruptus

Just as Eddie crested and started to fucking unload, like a horse, in Matty ’s mouth someone appeared on the pad in the center of the room. There was no stopping now, however, and Eddie held Matty ’s face hard to his crotch as he creamed off a very large wad of hot jizz.

Seeing all this… The newcomer shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK!" Eddie pulled out, and Matty swallowed (with a wide smile), and they both turned to the new guy. "What the fuck is going on!" he shouted again.

Eddie packed up his dick and Matty stood up licking his lips. Eddie went to the stranger, "Dude, we don’t know what’s going on here either and we just got here like you just did."

Matty added, "Yeah, one minute a normal life and the next minute here."

"Uh..., YOU were just sucking HIS dick! That is NOT normal!" He was wearing parts of an American college football uniform. No helmet or pads, as if he removed them and then got zapped while he was undressing. He was clearly sweaty and wet and the scent of that sweat was emanating from him strongly.

Matty couldn't help it, "Damn, you smell real good, too."

Eddie was shocked, "Dude, he smells like a fucking nasty gym-sock! It's all I can do not to puke."

"What can I say? I like the man-smells."

The new guy stepped off the pad looking around intently, "What? Am I locked up with some fucking queers?"

Eddie offered a hand, "Hey, hey, there is no need to get mean. My name's Eddie."

"Cameron, but don’t you even come near me, and put your fucking hand down, I’m not shaking it," he looked at Matty, "You either. The two of you can stay the fuck away from me. I’m not a - a gay."

Eddie was sarcastic and mocked Cameron, "I’m not 'a, a gay'. What a hater you sound like. And for the record, I’m not 'a gay' either, I’m bi-sexual."

"Same fucking thing to me."

Eddie added, "Dumb too, I see."

Cam took him by the tee-shirt and got him in his face, "Fuck you, asshole. You want me to pound you right now? Cause I could really haul off and hit someone right about now."

Matty was the peace-maker, "Hey, hey, let's not get into a brawl here. We all need to focus on getting out of here."

Cam let go of Eddie with a good shove, "First right thing you’ve said, fag."

"My name is Matty and please don’t call me that. It’s rude."

"Then I guess I’m rude. Get fucking used to it. It’s your new name from now on, ...fag."

Matty didn’t want to fight, "Fine, call me whatever you like, it’s a word, it doesn’t hurt me."

"I’ll fuckin’ hurtcha if ya want me to."

Eddie was firm, "Stop it! We are not going to escape from here unless we all work together. So let's put aside our differences and at least try to get along."

"You talk like a queer too."

"Enough!"

Cam relented, "Fine."

Starting the Puzzle

Eddie asked, "Step back on the pad for a moment."

"Why?"

"Just please do it, we’ve all done it. It’s harmless."

Cam wasn’t ready to trust anyone, but he stepped onto the pad, "Now wha…?"

The automatic voice cut him off and they all listened. "Male, eight-teen, average, heterosexual."

"Ah," Eddie said scratching his chin, "I’m starting to see what they did here."

Cam asked, "What? Can I step down, now?"

"Yes, yes." Cam got off the pad. Eddie went on pacing, "One gay male, one bi male and one straight male. Interesting."

"You needed that thing to tell you I was straight?"

"I just wanted to be sure."

"Be sure. I am."

Matteo said, "There are no doors in here, though, so I don’t think we can escape."

Eddie answered him, "No, you’re right. This is some sort of test. We were brought, zapped, transported, whatever-ed, here and we won’t get out unless we pass their test. Then, they or whomever, or whatever, will zap us back to our lives."

Cam said, "That’s just a fucking guess."

"It is. But at this point, it’s a good guess and the only theory we have."

"I agree," Matty said.

"Oooooh look, the fag, agrees. Kill me, now."

"Stop that. We need to work together, remember?"

Cam just shook his head in disgust and walked to the black wall with the slot. He examined it closely and touched it. It looked like it would open. He tried to press on it and press and slide it, but it wouldn’t move.

Matty asked Eddie, "So what could the test be?"

"Well, I’ve been trying to work that out, and I know this is going to sound fishy, especially to jock-boy, back there, but I’m guessing it’s something ...sexual. Why else pick three males with three different sexual orientations?"

"Good point."

"Uh, guys…" Cam said, but they both completely ignored him.

"Hmm. Well, you jacked of into my mouth and I sucked you off a moment ago and that didn’t seem to satisfy them. Or they or it, or whatever."

"Yeah, but, it sure satisfied me, though."

The two young men both chuckled.

"Yeah, your load tasted really fucking g..." Matty was cut off.

"Guys!" Cam said much louder.

Eddie and Matteo both turned to him and shouted, "WHAT?"

The slot was open and through it, behind it, was a row of human-like eyes. Not two eyes. Five eyes, all in a row with some flesh between. They were definitely human looking, but not a human’s eyes. Eddie and Matteo raced forward, but the slot quickly slid shut with a 'shhhppe' sound.

Cam was agape, "What - the - fuck - was that?"

Eddie said, "Must be some kind of alien."

"You say that as if you say it all the time. Like, oh, must be an alien. No problem, let’s move on."

"I’m trying to be realistic here. We got teleported here didn’t we? Do you know of any government or science project that can do that?"

"No."

"Then…"

"Great! Aliens and fags and bi-sexuals. I just wanted to take a nice hot shower and go home to my girlfriend and ...fuck her brains out."

Matty was not impressed, "Uh, dude, more than we needed to know."

"Don’t call me dude, fag."

"Don’t call me fag, dude."

Cam was stern and not backing down, "Okay, ...fag."

Matty left it alone, "Whatever!"

Cam moved away from the slot, "Let’s get one thing straight from the start, here. If they think, that I’m going to have any type of sex with either of you too, then we’re going to be here a long, long time."

Eddie started thinking aloud again, "I think they want us all to have some kind of sex."

Matty noticed something and spoke up fast, "What was that?"

"What?"

"I saw something on that black wall. A red light, or a glow or something, just for a moment."

They all scanned the panel, Cam realized it first, "There are two panels in here, one reddish and one ...greenish?"

Matty asked Eddie to say what he said before. Eddie said, watching the panels, "I think they want us all to have some kind of sex."

The red rectangle light up a second and went out. Cam was excited, "Red! Yes, that means no!"

Eddie said, "We don’t know that."

"Oh yeah, watch this…" Cam then said, loudly, "Am I a gay?" The red light lit up and went out. He then asked, "Am I straight?" The green light lit up and went out. "See?"

"Interesting. So we can ask questions. That will make this so much easier."

Matty added, "So we think, but, we don’t even know what kinds of questions to ask."

"I think we do. As I said, it must be sexual."

Cam was not buying it, "Why does it have to be sexual? Maybe it’s just about me pounding the two of you into the fucking carpet, or whatever this shit on the floor is."

"It’s not that."

"How do you know?"

"I’ll ask, wise-ass. So, ahem, should Cameron here, beat the fuck out of us?" The red light went on and off. "See?"

Cam snarled, "Is it a fucking sexual test?" The green light, on and off. "Damn!" He shouted frustrated and angry looking at the ceiling, "I am not having any type of sex with either of these two men, you put a girl in here now, if you want to me have any type of sex, you get me, you got that? Can you hear me?"

No lights.

Matty said after a moment, "Looks like they don’t agree."

"Fuck off, queer."

TO BE CONTINUED...