I'd been a Wiggle for just over three years and was finally getting to go to the World Wiggles convention. Tsehay, the new yellow Wiggle was sitting next to me on the plane. She elbowed me in the ribs to get my attention.
"Hey John, what do you think the other Wiggles will be like?"
"I dunno, I'm sure they're nice enough. I heard things can get pretty rowdy when they're all together."
Anthony had told me to bring condoms in every different colour, just in case, and I was prepared.
When Jessi and I had jokingly agreed that we could each have all the Wiggles for our hall passes, it had been a fun pre-wedding joke. She'd always had a bit of a crush on Anthony and I'd been happy to play along. But four years later, I was heading to a global conference attended by, quite literally, all the Wiggles in the world.
She'd pouted as I'd packed for the convention, and I was fully prepared for her to ask me to rescind the agreement. When I tentatively raised it, to my surprise, she'd shaken her head.
"Absolutely not. Go, have fun. But on one condition."
I'd raised my eyebrows at her, folding my seventh skivvy into the suitcase.
"I want all the details. Like, all of them." She grinned and pushed my suitcase off the bed. Let's just say I was almost late to meet the other Wiggles at the airport.
It was long flight to Wiggles Island, the global headquarters based on a small cay off the coast of Florida. I woke up in time to admire the island as we circled in to land. The main building, which housed the conference centre, accommodation and facilities, was a perfect replica of Dorothy's rosy cottage, but bigger by a factor of several hundred. Floating in the ocean beside the airport was a huge version of Captain Feathersword's pirate ship. The roads around the island twisted in wiggly directions that would have Australian town planners up in arms, and the only vehicles driving along them were electric-powered Big Red Cars.
The island was divided into four quadrants red, yellow, blue and purple with the giant Rosy cottage in the centre. Wiggles were given huts in their corresponding coloured area and animals, captain featherswords and other characters lived on the pirate ship.
I hugged my Australian friends goodbye and hopped in the Big Red Car with three other Purple Wiggles.
"Welcome to Wiggles Island", our driver said. "Here is a map, schedule and a set of electronic canastas that you can contact me anytime you need anything."
I dropped my bags in my purple room and immediately stripped off my skivvy. After that long flight, I needed a workout to get my head in the game. I changed into my purple tank top and grabbed the keys to my allocated Big Red Car. They were setting up for orientation in the foyer of the Rosy Cottage, but I bypassed all the bustle and went to the gym.
Regular conference centres have nothing on this gym. It's got all the classic gym equipment, of course, but it's also got a full dance studio, trampolines, a ball pit and an industrial bubble machine. Wiggles essentials.
I was the only one in there, and I started my warm up on the rowboat machine, enjoying the splash of water as I rowed the little wooden boat in place. Then I hopped on the treadmill and strolled along as the plastic flowers on each side waved in the rose-scented breeze and classic Wiggles songs encouraged me.
But as I was heading to the squat rack, I realised I was no longer the only one in the gym. A good-looking Asian guy in a blue singlet was heading for the weights corner at the same time. We eyed each other before I waved him toward the rack, happy to start with dumbbells. As I flexed, I watched him out the corner of my eye, impressed with each extra plate he added to the bar.
When I noticed him taking a break, I went over.
"Need a spot?", I asked.
He turned around and smiled at me. He was not as tall as I expected, his head coming up to the crook of my neck.
"That would be great" he said "I've been trying to build up my squat strength.The choreography for our next tour has a lot of leg work."
His glistening biceps twitched and I couldn't help but be impressed. He was loading up the bar beyond what I'd ever lifted.
I stood behind him as he prepared to squat the bar. I could smell his sweat as I mirrored his stance, my body just inches from his. He gripped the cold steel rod and nestled it between his muscular shoulders. We went down together, every accidential touch felt like electricity coursing through my body. His ass touched my dick on the way up, causing my breath to catch.
"One", he panted.
We repeated the motion, my heart pounding even though I wasn't even lifting.
"Two", he said as his ass made even more contact with my semi hard penis.
Our eyes locked in the mirror, he cocked an eyebrow as if to say 'is this OK'? The corner of my mouth smiled as I pressed an inch closer to him.
We went down one last time.
"Three" he said as I pressed my increasingly hard cock in between his ass cheeks. When he dropped the bar back onto the rack I didn't step away. He braced his hands on the bar and pushed back against me, not breaking eye contact in the mirror.
I dropped my own hands to his waist, feeling his hip bones through his regulation blue singlet. I loved the blue against my own purple, but I grabbed the fabric and stripped the top over his head, revealing his sculpted chest. I placed my hands on his chest and pulled his body against mine, making sure he could feel just how hard I was. His eyes fluttered closed in pleasure for a second, but I tweaked his nipple and he opened them again.
"I want you to watch," I murmured into his ear.
He gave a tiny nod and watched breathlessly in the mirror as I inched his blue gym shorts down until they slid to the floor. His cock sprang up, just as hard and eager as mine. I made like Henry and ran my hands up his thighs, across his pelvis, up and down his chest -- touching him everywhere except his throbbing Wiggly cock. When I finally grasped it with one hand, he groaned loudly.
I pumped slowly with my Five Fingered Family, watching his face as I pleasured him. I could see he was getting ready to Wiggle but suddenly he spun, toppling me backwards and landing on top of me.
"Not yet," he said breathlessly.
He was quick and nimble as he stripped my own purple shorts off me and took my swollen cock in his mouth.
I grabbed his hair and guided him up and down as he sucked, watching his dark head bobbing below my singlet. I was desperate to cum and would have gone to Wiggle Town in his mouth, but when he sensed I was on the edge, he slid up my body and guided me into his rosebud. The sensation was incredible, and within seconds Big Strong John was cumming inside the beautiful blue boy.
He groaned deeply as I shot my load into him and came hard himself, sending jets of cum up my chest and onto my face.
I woke up to the sound of the toot toot chugga chugga horn on the loud speaker. I gently moved away from the Taiwanese Blue Wiggle who I was spooning, to put my shorts back on. We had to be back in the convention centre for orientation at 5pm. I kissed him on the forehead and whispered "see you later hot potato".
I hurried back to the Rosy Cottage to meet the other Australian Wiggles.
"Are you OK John?" Lachy asked, "You look a bit flushed".
"Oh, he's fine" chimed in Simon with a wink.
Simon always seemed to know when sex had been had nearby. It was like a sixth sense.
I blushed and changed the subject. "Should we find a seat?".
We shuffled by the Saudi Arabian Wiggles to sit in a row of chairs in the middle of the conference centre. The Nigerian Wiggles were on the other side of me and gave us the Wiggle finger guns to say hello.
The lights dimmed and Greg, Jeff and Murray walked onto the stage to raucous applause. We knew as the Australian Wiggles we were lucky to have known the original Wiggles and especially to have one among us. I looked to my left and saw Anthony beaming with pride.
"Welcome Wiggles," Greg said, and the crowd went wild -- clapping, yelling, yahooing and olé-ing.
"We're so thrilled to have you all here at World Wiggles Convention. We hope you've settled in and have everything you need, but if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask our friendly helpers, The Skivvies."
The Dorothy doing the sign-language interpreting on stage beside The Wiggles gestured to a few Skivvies standing at the sides of the room in their four coloured uniforms.
"A bit of housekeeping before we jump in: we suggest all Wiggly Friends stay in character at all times to help get the most out of the experience."
A few rows ahead of us, the French Wags pulled her doggy head -- complete with beret -- back on over her long blonde hair.
"This week is about strengthening the global Wiggles community. We have so much to offer each other and we're really excited to see what we can learn this weekend. Now let's get ready to wiggle!"
After orientation, everyone filed into the cafeteria for dinner. It was easy to guess where to sit. The tables around the outside were coloured red, yellow, purple and blue. There were two long tables in the centre of the room; one was green with yellow spots and the other looked like a pirate ship.
I said goodbye to my Aussie Wiggles family and went to sit at the purple table, squeezing past a couple of Dorothys on the way.
"Salam," said the smiling Purple Saudi Arabian Wiggle as I approached the table. He clasped my hands between his own. "Come on down to Wiggle town," he bellowed.
I laughed and took a seat across from him. Katty, the Purple Wiggle from Los Wiggles sat next to me.
It wasn't long before huge platters of hot potatoes, cold spaghetti and fruit salad were brought to the table. I looked around and caught the eye of the Taiwanese Blue Wiggle, who slowly licked his lips and winked at me. My cock twitched in response and I reached down to adjust myself. Katty must have noticed as she raised her eyebrow at me and looked down. I blushed.
"You are red like a tomato," she observed. I was about to reply when I felt something cold and slimy hit my cheek. I lifted my hand to my face to remove the unwanted object. It was squished banana. I looked across and saw the Saudi Arabian Purple Wiggle grinning at me.
I was shocked at first, but I took a handful of cold spaghetti, stood on the bench and yelled at the top of my lungs, "FOOD FIGHT."
It was pandemonium.
