Grab The Torches And Scour The Countryside

"Come on guys," Tom made a 'follow-me' wave and marched into the living room. A slow song was on the phonograph and three or four couples were holding onto each other, swaying from side to side. The girls were nuzzling up to the boys's chests; the boys were resting their faces on the tops of the girls' heads. Interlinked hands were raised on one side, the girls' arms encircled the boys's waists; the boys had their hands resting against the girls' backs, hugging them.

One of the boys who was naked from the waist down and had been imitating a helicopter by rapidly rotating his hips, causing his dick to flop around wildly, was now sporting an erection. It was nestled between the bare fleshy thighs of his dance partner. She had hiked her short skirt up over her hips and was squeezing and relaxing her legs. Streaks of pre-cum had oozed down the backs of her legs as her date became more aroused.

Despite the slow tempo of the music, the boy started to thrust his hips. Building up in intensity until he was suddenly grunting and spurting his nut-cream between her legs. She leaned into him tighter, happy to be giving her date release.

"Listen up!" Tom yelled. "Sam and Joe are both missing. Everyone get a battery-powered light. We're going out to search the grounds."

When the girls said that they were going too, Tom nixed the idea. "We don't know what's happened out there. Maybe nothing. But we can't risk any of you girls tripping in the dark and getting hurt. You stay here with Harry and wait for our return."

"Harry?" Muffy sneered in disdain.

Tom just ignored the drunken girl who was the head of the Sorority. "Keep 'em safe, Harry," he said to the engineering major, mathematical genius, all around nerd, and Jerk-Off King. "We're counting on you."

As the football players stormed out of the old abandoned house, the beams of their lights sweeping the darkness, the girls clustered around Harry. Everyone talking at once. Trying to figure out was going on. Harry had no more information than anyone else and he slithered through the cluster to speak first to Sam's date, and then to Joe's. As the girls answered Harry's question, he scribbled them down in his wire-bound pocket notebook.

Fifteen, twenty minutes later the search party returned. Nothing. Sam's and Joe's dates went into panic mood, sobbing and blubbering incoherently. As other girls tried to comfort them, Tom did a quick head count.

He did it twice.

"What the fuck!" he yelled. Everyone looked at him and he explained, "Three men didn't come back!"

There were excited rumblings as the college students tried to make sense of all of this. As the chaos was reigning, Harry climbed up on the table that had earlier served as a dancing platform for the naked Helena.

"Can I have your attention?" Harry called out. The noisy confusion continued unabated. "CAN I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?" Still the clamoring persisted, until Harry hooked his thumb and finger under his tongue and blew out a loud, ear-piercing whistle. When everyone became silent and looked up at him, he held up his notebook and calmly announced. "I know what's happened. I know where the guys are."

The bedlam returned, everyone trying to speak at the same time. Finally, Tom yelled for silence and walked over to the table. Looking up at the short boy with the thick glasses, he asked in a normal voice, "Where are they?"

Harry's mouth opened to answer, but then he closed it again. Looking around the room, the harsh lights causing sharp shadows on the faces of those staring up at him, he asked, "What's in for me?"

"What do you mean 'whats in it for you'?" Tom growled.

"Well, I mean that all of you other guys are getting your peckers played with and are grabbing tits and butts and pussies and I got nothing. I don't even have a date."

"Wow, shocker," Muffy mocked.

"Shut up, Muffy," Tom snapped at the ditzy blonde, but he kept his eyes fixed on Harry. "That's a different thing altogether. We can discuss your problem later, but right now, we need to know what's going on."

"Nope," Harry shook his head petulantly. "I need to get a little quid pro quo or I'm keeping my mouth shut."

Tom's powerful hands shot high up in the air, clasping Harry's lapels and yanking him down to the floor. "Why, you little shit! I'll beat it out of you."

Another football player clasped Tom's bicep and shook his head. "Not like that, Tom."

Regaining control of himself, Tom nodded his head and released Harry. Forcing himself to remain calm, he asked, "What do you want?"

Harry's glasses had slipped down on his face when Tom snatched him to the floor. The engineering student pushed them back up on the bridge of his nose and slowly scanned the faces of the female co-eds. Finally, after carefully reviewing each and everyone of them, he looked up at Tom. "I want a blowjob from Muffy."

"WHAT!" Muffy bellowed. "In your dreams, you little pervert."