If Butts Could Kill - Part Two: The Lineup


by Stone <StoneP@mail.usa.com>

The hallway Jacque led me down reminded me of a cineplex we have in Des Moines - with a long carpeted hallway and lots of doors on each side. It was clean, cool (a big plus in New Orleans!)and dimly lit. Finally he stopped at a door, took out a key and unlocked it, and held it open for me.

Right inside the door was a metal detector I had to walk through, just like at an airport. Before I stepped through it, I looked at Jacque with a question on my face, and he said, "Yes, sir, it is exactly what it looks like. We had problems a couple of times with guys bringing stuff in here - a couple of guns and once a guy even tried to bring in a bomb - so we installed these in all the entrances to the service areas. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, sir."

I assured him it was no inconvenience. I never would have thought of the need for it, but now that I did, I was glad they had taken this precaution. I just hoped I'd never have to install them in my church. Male brothels, today, churches, tomorrow? I hope not!

Inside was a comfortable room, like a small family room, except that all of one wall was a window. Right now it was dark behind that window. The only furniture in the room was an upholstered desk chair, pulled up to a shining antique looking desk.

Jacque explained to me what was going to happen next. "Sir, you'll be seeing five of our boys, selected by the preferences you marked. If none of them will do, we'll have another group ready for you in a few minutes. The keyboard there," (he gestured and I noticed for the first time that a keyboard was built in to the desktop! Wow! This place was high tech!) "is for you to make requests, to any or all of the five boys."

"They can't see you, and they can't see each other. Do you have any questions?"

I couldn't think of a thing to ask. Jacque smiled mildly. I don't know if it was just the building excitement in me over what was happening here or the dim lighting or what, but Jacque was looking better and better to me!

"Don't worry!" he said, pressing his hand on my arm. "You can figure it out as you go along. There is nothing you can do that will be a problem at this point. If you ask for something that is not allowed, the boys will simply let you know. Okay?"

My voice clogged up when I said it but I finally managed to say "thank you" to Jacque. He smiled that winning smile again and as he went out, winked and said "Have fun! That's the whole idea!"

I noticed, as I slipped another valium out of my pocket and into my mouth, that music was playing in the background. As I sank down into the desk chair a dim light began to brighten one end of the window. As it became light enough to see clearly, a young man came through a door at the back of the area that was lit. Ahhhh. Wow! My heart was really thumping now. What a cutie! This place was so COOL!

I don't know how old he was - could have been 20, could have been 30. He was dressed in teen clothes but not the teen clothes of today. Instead of the falling-down baggy jeans, he had on tight jeans, that reminded me of the 50's. He walked to the front of what I now noticed was a sort of stage, smiled slightly and said "My name is Alex." His sweet, husky voice came through the same speaker system through which the music was being piped in. I was impressed at how sincere he seemed.

He then did a turn around for me - wow! I really felt like a small-town guy NOW. This guy was perfection, I thought. Probably 5'8" or 5'9", perfect weight for his height at least to my taste, fit but no body builder. A little fleshy but not fat. Alex had thick blonde hair that fell across his forehead, and gorgeous blue eyes. When his back was turned, my _c_o_c_k_ got a little harder as I saw a beautiful, beautiful butt in those tight jeans. Round. Muscular. Deep crack. I couldn't imagine anything more perfect. It even had a slight upward tilt, something fascinating to me whenever I've noticed it on a guy. And his jeans had that little pucker at the bottom of his butt. Whenever I see that, I can never look away from it!

When he turned back around to face me, I looked him up and down, saw that his jeans were well-packed in front as well as in back. It didn't look like he was hard, but he was definitely well-endowed and what he had was positioned nicely in the denim. He was wearing a short-sleeved plaid shirt. Kind of preppy but out of the past.

Like a really nice kid out of the past.

The light now came up in the space next to his. There was a door there as well and another boy - another gorgeous boy! - came through. Well - this was the routine in each of the five spaces, cubicle stage areas each separately lit and apparently separately miked. The boys weren't dressed identically but very similarly. I suppose that resulted from my questionnaire. At last, eventually, there they were - five great-looking guys, any one of whom I would have been more than happy to spank, and I had my choice! How in the heck would I decide which one it would be?

I looked down at the keyboard. My mind was blank. Finally I typed in a feeble idea,"Please turn around again."

This gave me a chance to look at all of their butts - all at once, all in a row. How was I going to select one out of the five tightest, cutest, roundest, most inviting asses in the world?

When they had turned back to face me, I thought of something else. I didn't think I dared to type it in. I sat there. The boys all looked comfortable and unquestioning. Finally - I figured there really wasn't anything to lose so I typed, "Would you please take off your jeans?"

This brought a sweet smile to the boy in the middle of the five. I guess it was the fact that I asked so politely. A spanker might be thought to be bossy, and here I was begging these guys politely. Oh well. In any case, they all apparently saw my question, which I imagine must have been projected on the other side of the one-way glass I was looking through as they never looked up or to the side.

Five pairs of hands went to five belt buckles. They weren't synchronized or anything. Zippers sliding down. What a show! I noticed Tommy, the boy at the right end, was slower getting undressed than the other four. Alex was fastest. Maybe that's how he happened to have been first out on the stage!

You know, looking back on it, I can say I would have been happy if the experience had ended with this preview I was getting. Of course I also know in retrospect that it was NOTHING compared to the pleasure that was to follow, but I truly felt I had never had so much fun in my life. I murmured a prayer of gratitude to a benevolent - and liberal! - God.

As I had specified it on my questionnaire, I shouldn't have been surprised that all five boys had on white briefs, but my mind was not that reflective at this point. I was too excited. Man, was I EVER excited!

Five shapely young men - now, as they slowly turned in a circle, lifting their shirt-tails so that I could see their butts and their crotches in the tight white briefs they were wearing. Each of their butts was a beautiful sight to me, representing the ideal of a male butt that I had never before encountered. I wondered how much it would cost to be with all five of them, but then halted at the question of what I could DO with five gorgeous boys all at once. Only on the plane later, flying home to Des Moines, did I begin to speculate with some answers to that question!

The briefs - ah, the briefs! They fit perfectly! All five dazzling pairs. I was breathing slowly and heavily. I thought, "I must be SOME kind of dirty old - er, middle-aged - man!" This was such a dream for me.

On their own, the boys were turning repeatedly. Now and then, one of them or another would slightly bend his knees, with his butt towards me, so that it stuck out more from his legs and back. I was heady with excitement.

"Would you please take off the briefs?" Of course, I thought of that. Did I ask it? No, I didn't. Call me stupid. Call me a small-town minister!

I just kept looking, soaking in the sights before me. I noticed finally that my attention was tending to rest on one of the boys in particular. Second from the right. What was his name? Oh, yes, it was Eric. Before the opportunity passed me by, I wanted to try to figure out what it was that drew me to Eric over the other four equally perfect young men.

You know what it was, I think? It was the distance from his waist to the bottom of his butt cheeks, in proportion to the rest of his body! Man! I never EVER would have thought of that as even being something to consider but that was it!

Once I had figured that out, I really looked him over to try to understand why that factor made such a difference. Yes, I'm overly analytical. I think most clergymen are!

First you have to consider - all five of these guys were better than the average young man in every physical aspect. And it appeared they had personalities to match! So the deciding factor HAD to be something unusual.

I asked them to continue turning. I wanted to really figure this out. Besides my _c_o_c_k_ was throbbing at the sight of the five boys. I hated to give up any of them.

Eric had a long butt. That's the only way I can describe it. The relative distance from waist to thigh was much greater, in proportion to his height, his legs, his torso. So what made that so attractive to me? I don't know. The only word I could think of was "cute" and I decided maybe the "long butt" gave him more of a little boy look, more the proportions of a little boy. Well - I'd soon see more of this little boy. Jacque had instructed me to hold down the space key when I had made my decision and he'd come back in to find out which guy was to be spanked by Rev. "Laughton." I paused a moment - was there anything else I needed to see? - no, I knew Eric was my boy. My finger went to the keyboard


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