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 "Happy birthday, Amy!" Miss Devasquez said.  "Am I your favorite aunt?"

   Amy's two other aunts were there, so she didn't answer with anything
more than a smile.

   Miss Devasquez said, "Well if I'm not, I'm about to be.  I wanted to
have your party here at my house so that I could provide the
entertainment."

   "Entertainment?" Amy asked.

   Miss Devasquez had been looking forward to this.  "Boys, come on in."
The blackmail photos they had of the baseball team and weightlifters meant
they could do more than just barge into the locker room at will.  When they
really wanted it, they could make the boys put on a show anywhere.  Miss
Fox and her sister Miss Austin had done that.  They put on a naked stud car
wash at Miss Austin's house.  Miss Devasquez was going to do something she
had done before.  At a celebration in the teachers' lounge, for herself and
a few other special guests in the know, she had made Zack and Greg her
naked waiters.  Today she had five handsome, buff body waiters, all waiting
to be stripped down and embarrassed.

   The boys walked in with varying expressions of contempt, dread or
defiance.  At the moment they were dressed in shorts, sleeveless shirts to
show off their muscles and those silly fake bow tie collars that Mindy had
brought.  Mindy was the only one from the school other than Miss Devasquez.
As usual, Mindy squealed with delight at the sight of the sexy boys.  Four
of them were baseball players, boys who had only recently had their naked
pictures taken in secret.  Just like all the boys they blackmailed, these
sweet hearts were horrified at the thought of every girl in school having
naked photos of them.  This certainly wasn't going to be easy.  It was a
room filled with fifteen college girls, all of whom were already all eyes
and whispering anticipation.

   Miss Devasquez had enjoyed the naked boy servers so much that she was
continuing that theme today.  "These boys are our waiters.  They'll bring
you slices of cake, cups of drink, whatever is on the table.  And all of it
is portioned real small, so you'll be calling the boys over quite a bit. 
Don't be shy.  The boys may look shy, but that's because they really don't
want to be doing this.  If found some out of work pretty boys who really
needed the money so bad they couldn't say no." Of course there was no
money, but Miss Devasquez couldn't very well admit that her job as a high
school teacher had supplied these hotties.

   Standing in line there, already looking miserable, were Brian, Tommy,
Alex, Denver from the weightlifting team since they were all blackmailed,
and Mark.  Miss Devasquez made certain to include him, just like she had
been certain that they got blackmail photos of the sexy young man.  He was
the first athlete that she got to see during one of Shelly's naked
interviews.  Miss Devasquez had a real soft spot for his rugged good looks
and his phenomenal, easy to harden penis.  She had really enjoyed showing
these boys the nude photos she had of them, and threatening to drop those
photos into every student's locker in school.  The boys were so
embarrassed, even at the thought of that, that they agreed to do whatever
Miss Devasquez wanted.  Now they were here, ready for some naked
embarrassment in front of all these giggly females.  "Now, boys, each of
you should get a piece of cake and a cup of punch.  Bring it to one of the
girls.  Alex, you take one to my lovely niece there.  Brian, you take yours
to Mindy."

   The boys all shuffled along to deliver the sweets.  Miss Devasquez had
handed Brian his cake and cup, so he got to Mindy first.  The other young
women there all noticed that she freely enjoyed a feel of his arm.  So the
other boys got the same.

   Miss Devasquez said, "Before we move on, each of you check your plate,
under your cake.  One of you will have one that says WINNER on it."

   "I do!" a freckly faced coed said.

   "Then you get to choose a boy and take his shirt off.  After Amy has her
pick.  It's her birthday, so she gets to go first without the winning
plate." No one minded that.  The girls were all giggling as Amy looked
across the row of unwilling waiters.  Her aunt had chosen well.  The boys
were all handsome, but Alex was the one she liked the most.  "I'll take the
boy who brought me my cake." She stepped to him confidently enough, but she
wasn't certain after that.  Miss Devasquez had to help her.  Together they
lifted Alex's shirt, up and off of his impressive body.  "Oh yes," Amy
said. When Miss Devasquez ran her hands down his muscles, Amy burst out
laughing and did the same.  "Oh, you are my favorite aunt, Rebecca!" (We
couldn't find Miss Devasquez's first name, and it wasn't in our notes. 
Sorry if we got it wrong, but it's Rebecca from now on anyway.)

   Alex gritted his teeth as unfamiliar hands rand down his torso.  He had
never met Amy before, but she was allowed to strip off his shirt and touch
his body.  Miss Devasquez had seen him naked before, more than once, but
until now she had never touched him.

   The "winner" had big, happy eyes, seeing how the others had enjoyed
their pick.  She had a bit of trouble choosing.  "Oh, I don't know.  I like
that big one.  I also like the boy that brought me my cake.  Yeah, him."
She summoned Brian over with her finger.  He trudged over, and the girls
had a guilty but happy look on her face.  She was already slipping his
shirt up when she said, "Should I really be doing this?" She certainly
didn't stop though, in spite of Brian's angry eyes.  Then, with an almost
Mindy like squeal she ran her hands around his chest.

   Miss Devasquez told the boys to bring another round of cakes.  There
were five boys and twenty five women present, so that meant five rounds of
delivery.  "Is there one winner every time?" a girl asked.

   "That's right," Miss Devasquez said.  "And Amy gets her pick every time
no matter what."

   All of the boys were gloomy.  Brian, Alex and Mark were smart enough to
add it up real fast.  Once all the cake was handed over, every boy was
going to be stripped to his thong.  As the cakes were passed out, girls
reached out for a quick touch of bare arm or chest whenever a boy was
close. Once the cakes were passed out, Amy got to have her pick first.  She
wanted to see Mark without a shirt, so she got to peel it off of him and
enjoy a little hands on fun with his chest and abs.

   Weightlifter Denver got his shirt stripped off by one of Amy's many
friends.  His heavily muscled body met with a few gasps and the girl who
took his shirt let two other girls also enjoy some fun touching him.

   The next round of cakes made it clear that the less the boys were
wearing, the handier the women would be.  Shirtless bodies were hand candy
for any girl within reach, and it was only going to get worse.  When the
cakes were delivered and a winner was chosen, Miss Devasquez changed the
order.  "Okay, this time Amy goes second."

   That mean that Tommy, the only boy still wearing a shirt, was going to
lose that shirt to Amy's friend.  He didn't even know this girl, and she
was getting to partially undress him and grope everything that was
uncovered.

   The girls were all thrilled at the show so far.  The mumbling and
whispering was constantly interrupted by squeals and gasps and compliments
to the boys' anatomy.  Miss Devasquez had a big satisfied smile.  She told
Amy, "No more shirts left.  I guess you'll have to take off some boy's
shorts."

   The boys all blushed instantly.  All of them were hoping that the other
boys looked more attractive right then.  Amy's voice warbled, "OoOoOh, I
like them all!  What are their names?"

   Miss Devasquez felt silly that she hadn't introduced them properly. 
"Boys?  Tell everyone your name."

   The supreme annoyance the boys expressed made some girls sigh and others
blush, but none looked away.  "Brian" "Alex" "Denver" "Tommy" "Mark"

   Amy felt a lot of gratitude, and she didn't know that Miss Devasquez had
the ability to enjoy these boys' charms whenever she wanted.  So She
decided to share.  "Which one would you pick?"

   Miss Devasquez knew who she wanted.  "Mark."

   Amy liked that choice well enough.  "He's yummy.  Come on over here,
Mark."

   Mark turned red as he followed Amy to Miss Devasquez.  She didn't have
to be told.  They just acted together.  First though, Miss Devasquez said,
"We need to turn him around." She wanted all the girls to get a good look
at his butt right away.  With his back to the room, Mark tried not to
squirm as two pairs of female hands lowered his shorts, revealing his thong
clad buns.  The excited sound made him shiver visibly.  Then he felt a
couple grabs and pinches of his posterior.  When he turned around he could
see that all the girls were in love with him.  Delivering his next cake was
going to be terrible.

   All the boys had to move cautiously through the room trying to avoid as
many hands as possible.  None of them could stay out of every arm's reach.
Mark, in particular, had a tough time keeping the girls from patting him on
the ass.

   Then it was time for another reveal.  When Miss Devasquez told them to
line back up, the boys all looked at each other like they were wondering if
they were still doing this.  They knew they had no choice though.  Pervert
Miss Devasquez could strip their clothes off for a room full of horny
college girls.

   Amy had the strangest smile ever.  She was both coy and confident at
once.  Her eyes didn't seem to blink as she looked across the row of
shirtless boys, making her choice.  She bit her lower lip, then she said,
"Let me take Alex's shorts off."

   Alex turned red immediately.  The girls in the room all laughed.  "Look
at him blush!" "Oh, he's adorable!" "Let's see his butt!"

   Amy beckoned him over, then turned him around.  He clamped his eyes
shut. He couldn't close his ears though.  There were a lot of girls in the
room staring as Amy lowered his shorts.  He was reduced to the black thong
that Mindy had given him.  Amy clapped a hand on one cheek, then the other.
"Oh this is so much fun!  Who do you want, Melodie?"

   Melodie had the winning cake plate this time, and she was just beside
herself with anticipation.  She wasn't the kind of girl who would often
have the chance to peel the pants off a boy this hot.  She almost couldn't
get the words out.  "I forget, I forget, I for, forget his name, but the
big hunky one.  The one with the, with the, with the BIG muscles.  What's
his, what's his name?"

   "Denver," Miss Devasquez said, leading him over by the hand.  Denver was
a big strong guy, but he felt like he might pass out at any moment.  He
wished he would.  No such luck.  Hyperventilating Melodie got to slip his
shorts down and off, baring his buns to the room.  That also gave Melodie
the right to feel his butt first, and she did it with surprising
aggression. She would only be the first though.  Denver already wondered
just how many of these girls would get a handful of him like that.

   It was almost like a game, serving cake and punch while avoiding the
grabby hands.  Mark, Alex and Denver had it the worst, getting pats, grabs
and pinches.  With this round of cake delivered, the last two boys, Brian
and Tommy were both doomed to bare ass embarrassment.  Amy got to strip and
fondle Tommy.  Brian didn't even know the name of the girl baring him.

   Miss Devasquez had the nearly naked boys line up again for the crowd of
eager eyes.  She had them turn around to display their assets, then turn,
then turn again, then turn again.  Every time the collective squeal of lust
shocked the boys into another wave of embarrassment.

   Then Miss Devasquez said, "Who wants seconds?"

   "WHAT?" the boys all shouted.  But every girl had her hand in the air.
The boys were vocal finally.  "Oh NO!" "Miss Devasquez, you can't be
serious" "Come on, they've had enough!" "Aren't any of you girls on a
diet?"

   Miss Devasquez let the boys keep on pleading.  Her experience as a
teacher let her talk over them.  "Oh, but I just realized that there aren't
any more winner plates left.  Darn."

   Some of the girls were disappointed.  Most of them knew the show was
going to go on no matter what.  Miss Devasquez said, "Well, since we can't
let you girls take that underwear off the boys, then I guess the boys will
just have to do it themselves.  After that they'll bring you all your
cake."

   The boys were horrified.  They had thought they were going to be
stripped one by one.  But no, Miss Devasquez was going to have them all
strip down and then, cocks out, wade through a crowd of greedy, grabby
females.  The girls were already cheering.  There was no restraint at all
as they urged the blushing boys on.  The absolute horror on the boys' faces
didn't deter the girls at all.  In fact, every one of them seemed to like
it.

   Miss Devasquez said, "Boys, get those off." She waited a few moments. 
"Come on, boys, drop those thongs.  If you're not all naked within ten
seconds, then I'll make you all stay here for three hours."

   That got them moving.  The boys all slipped their dignity off and stood
back up with their hands over their goods, The girls were all hysterical at
the way the boys hid behind their hands.  They all wanted more though. 
"Make them show us!" "We want dick!" "Move those hands!" "I can't believe
their all butt naked!"

   The boys could hardly hear Miss Devasquez, but they could tell what she
was saying.  So they swallowed their pride and one by one, each blackmailed
cock came into view.  The girls were shrieking like they were at a boy band
concert.  They had five studly young guys all sexy nude there.  The girls'
eyes feasted on the final view while the boys cringed.  All five "waiters"
could have just died of shame, giving up their penises to a crowd of girls
they had never met before.

   Amy said, "Aunt Rebecca, I love you!"

   "Aren't they hot?" Miss Devasquez said.

   Mindy was taking photos and letting out the most enthusiastic squeals of
the whole bunch while she made fun of the boys.  "We can all see your
dicks! Which one will stand up first?"

   None of the birthday guests really head that.  None of them realized
just what kind of a treat they were in for.  For Miss Devaquez it couldn't
have been better.  Her personal choice, Mark, was the one who reacted
first. He shifted from one foot to the other.  He looked at the ceiling and
the floor.  He couldn't escape it though.  The continuous flow of noise and
humiliation sent shivers through his whole body, but especially his most
intimate piece of anatomy.  He suddenly stopped his fidgeting, and he held
stock still.  Then he could feel the irresistible demand of exposure, the
spiraling sensation of sheer, torturous, unwilling nudity in his cock.  It
started to rise up slowly, then faster and faster and faster!  The room
went silent for just a moment except for a few random gasps and giggles. 
Then all the girls burst out laughing all at once at his predicament.  Not
only was he naked for them all, he was getting fully stiff!

   Mark threw his hands back over his rod, but Miss Devasquez demanded that
he drop them again.  There was no escape.  His erection was the star of the
moment.  Mindy started in with her taunting again.  Making it worse, a lot
of other girls joined in.  "Look at him go!" "Why is he doing that?" "Hee
hee hee, naked stiffy!  Naked stiffy!" "Oh, sweet heart, why the long face,
and why the long dick?"

   Finally he got angry enough to say, "Can we serve the last of the cake
and get this over with?"

   "Oh YES!" "Please do!" "We love you all, and you most of all, boner
boy!" "EEEeeEEEEE!"

   Miss Devasquez waved toward the table.  The boys each got a plate and a
cup.  "Who wants it?" Brian sneered.

   "I do," a girl at the front said, but the girl next to her batted her
hand down.  "Don't be greedy.  Let Amy have the first one.  Amy, wouldn't
you be more comfortable back here?"

   Amy saw the new game, and she almost doubled over with laughter.  "I
think I would." She moved to the other side of the room so that the boys
would have a harder time navigating their way through the girls.  Four
other girls held their hands up for seconds, all of them on the opposite
side as the table.

   The boys all groaned.  It would have to be this way.  They moved through
carefully, but they doomed to a lot of groping.  Hands reached forward to
touch, tickle and fondle the passing penises.  Mark and his boner got there
first.  He tried to hand his plate to Amy right away, but her hands were
too busy to take the cake.  Before she would relieve him of his burden, one
of her hands traced a path down his frontside.  Her other hand groped his
erection lovingly.

   That became the pattern, of course.  Every boy who got to his girl had
to submit to several seconds of body and penis touching before the plates
were handed over.  The girls were in heaven.  The boys not only hated the
hand off, they knew they would have to make their way back across the room.
For Brian it was worse than it was for the others.  He had hardened up, so
his penis would attract a lot of handy attention.

   The happy girls all watched the five naked penises move along, three
dangling, two pointing straight up.  As many girls reached out as possible.
Some only got quick touches of a body, but some got to feel a passing cock.

   The boys got another five plates of cake, but when they turned around
they saw that the next delivery would be across the room again.  The girls
had moved around so that the next five were as far as possible from the
table.

   Those girls giggled and gushed at the sight of muscley Denver's sudden
rise to fame.  He was as hard as the other boners now.  The other boys were
all better endowed than he was, but Denver still had plenty enough to
entice the girls!  He joined the others, trudging along, trying to turn
away from any girl close enough to take a fondle.  It was impossible to
stay entirely out of arm's reach.  The girls didn't really leave their
seats much, and when they did, it was only for a step or two.  It was like
a game, and the girls loved it.  It was like a group game of whack a mole
except that this was grab a pole.

   The boys' penises got a lot of love from the fingers an palms of the
college crowd.  By the time they got to the other side of the room, Tommy
was completely hard and Alex was halfway there.  The girls who got the cake
had the chance for a good grope before the boys could walk away.

   It kept up.  Every girl there, including Mindy and Miss Deavsquez, got
their seconds.  The five boys were all humiliatingly hard as they had to
endure the wandering hands the entire time.  There was only enough cake to
provide thirds to five girls, but Amy and four of her friends got one last
round of fun from the boys.

   "This was the best birthday ever," Amy said gratefully.  "Do they really
have to go?"

   "Sorry, girls, but the fun can't last forever.  Boys, thank you for the
entertainment.  I hope it was worth it."

   The five blackmailed high school hotties didn't say a word.  They just
got dressed in another room and escaped as fast as they could.

   On their way out, Brian asked the others, "Is it really worth it?"

   "Yeah," the others said.  Alex said, "This sucked, but at least it's not
girls we know."

   Mark said, "It wouldn't just be girls we know.  It would be every girl
we know.  This is embarrassing for a day.  If those pictures get out, it'll
be embarrassing forever."