The day broke sunny and warm. It was a perfect day for getting naked and strutting one's stuff for the wealthy and mostly middle-aged patrons who were gathered to attend the breast cancer awareness fundraiser. The presumption was that the ladies would be titillated enough by the sight of the well-endowed males to open up their checkbooks and make a sizeable donation. There had already been a fashion show, a few speeches by semi-celebrities and accomplished physicians who were leaders in breast cancer research. All that remained was the Mr. Nude International contest. They always save the best for last.
This wasn't an ordinary competition. For one thing, a thief who had stolen a valuable diamond that had once belonged to the Russian royal family was supposedly entered in the competition. A tip had revealed that he planned to exchange the jewel sometime during the competition. Consequently Russia had sent three of their security people to Los Angeles to work with the LAPD's elite Vice Squad unit, who specialized in undercover work.
James Doyle, he of the monster 9 inch cock that stretched to 14 inches when erect, was one of the squad members taking part in the assignment. Also taking part was a muscular hunk of a man names Bruno Sukov, who also had a rather large love muscle, or at least big enough to meet the requirements, as one of the competition's entry qualifications was that the man had to be a 'double digit'; that is, a penis 10 inches or larger once it was fully extended. Bruno just did meet the requirements, which made one of James' co-workers, Lisa Podolski, very happy, as she had become enthralled by the Russian muscleman who had been sent over here to assist with the case. There was also Lieutenant Elena Ludikova, from the Moscow branch of the Russian police's most elite intelligence unit, the Federal Security Service.
Rounding out the trio was Special Agent Olga Ekaterina Danilova, of the Russian Main Intelligence Directorate, who had been the object of James' desire ever since he had met her two days earlier. It stemmed from her wearing an extremely short skirt, which was part of her police uniform, which played right into James' peccadillos, although James's infatuation had gone way beyond trying to peek under her skirt. Yesterday Olga had interrogated James' at length, although her idea of interrogation included bondage, psychological mind games, teasing and denial, spanking, masturbation, and the use of a dildo, among other things. James had four ejaculations during his interrogation. He was so enchanted with Olga that he was willing to do almost anything for her, from being her permanent love slave to...well, anything. He had a serious case of Olga-itis. Olga, for her part, was all-too-happy to take advantage of the love-sick, donkey-dicked James. He was a useful idiot.
The three female members of James' squad that were working undercover had been assigned the task of escorting the nude men as they were introduced to the crowd and walked along the stage. That gave them plenty of opportunity to move around incognito and check for suspicious behavior. Elena Ludikova was there in some capacity, although nobody really knew what she would be doing, which is the way she wanted to keep it. Don Watkins, the other male member of the elite Vice Squad unit, was working as a bartender, his cock not quite large enough for entry into the contest. And since Olga, much to James' delight, refused to wear anything other than her micro mini-skirted police uniform, she played the role of a security officer, guarding the competitor's clothing and valuables after they had stripped down.
Backstage consisted of a tented area, and it was a flurry of activity. There were a total of 12 contestants. James and Bruno acted as if they did not know each other. Leon Tomlinson was there, a black man who was a high-class pimp and someone whom James had busted in the past. It was feared that James' cover would be blown, but the chance that Leon might be the jewel thief was too good to ignore. As soon as James saw Leon backstage he went over to him.
"Leon," he said, laughingly, "I see you recovered from your ball-busting episode yesterday."
"Yeah, well if I ever see that bitch again..."
"You will Leon," said James. "She's working here as a security guard or something, I think. I saw her a few minutes ago." The thought of Leon seeking revenge made James chuckle. In any confrontation between the two, his money was on Olga's boot.
"Excuse me officer, my name for today," said Leon, pulling a small piece of paper from out of his pocket, "is Prince Sonny Obefami from Nigeria." It seems that the contest director was really trying to make this a real international contest.
"Whatever," replied James, "and please don't call me officer. I am here as a contestant, just trying to earn some money. Good luck, Prince, though you may have a hard time beating this." And James lowered his trousers to show off his thick hanging penis which, even in a flaccid state, was impressive.
Leon laughed. "You dummy. I told you about the African male stereotype yesterday, didn't I?" And Leon quickly revealed that his cock, which was also currently in a soft state, was not only long and lean, but it clearly bettered James by an inch, or perhaps more.
James whistled in admiration. "Yeah, well, wait until you see me hard."
"Hey man," Leon said, smiling, "Careful what you wish for. I'm bigger than you now and I'll be bigger than you later...although..."
Leon had noticed that there were several college-aged girls in the tent. He wasn't sure what their role was, but he wasn't complaining. In fact, he quickly stripped off his clothes and began massaging his cock in a way that suggested he was quite pleased with what he saw.
James was used to being naked in front of clothed women by now, but it never ceased to surprise him. But he resigned himself to his fate and stored his clothes in a basket.
"I'll take that from you," one of the college girls said. For once James didn't feel like a piece of meat on display, and when he looked around the tent he saw the reason why. There were a dozen naked men, all of whom had either an exceptional build or an exceptional penis, or both.
"Do you want some head," James heard another girl ask a contestant who was standing nearby.
"What, is that for real," James asked?
"We've been told that some of the men like to get...um...more erect when they take the stage, so they brought in some girls to do you know what. Not me though. I'm just volunteering to help the cause. It's no big deal. Besides...um...looking at you...you might not need any help."
It was then that James realized that Mr. Penis was starting to bone up. "Yeah," he said, painfully aware that this college girl was admiring his cock, a cock that was slowly uncoiling like a snake, no matter how hard James tried to think unsexy thoughts. "You must like the working conditions here."
"I've seen plenty of naked men; it's no big deal." And with that she was off, taking James' belongings to the secured zone, which was actually another tent, slightly smaller than the tent that the contestants were in.
James watched the girl as she took his basket of clothes and went to the other tent. Sure enough, Olga was standing guard in front of it in her ridiculously short skirt, looking as desirable as ever. The day was a little breezy, but Olga's skirt was not reacting to the wind, so James was disappointed in his quest to discover what color panties Olga had on today. Still, just seeing her in her uniform was enough to make Mr. Penis bounce and twitch, and whenever that happened James knew that trouble could not be far behind. He was working undercover, and if he got caught jacking off, or worse, had an ejaculation by spontaneous combustion as a result of being aroused beyond the point of no return, it would look real bad. Better not look at Olga, he thought.
Meanwhile, Lisa, Kelly and Fiona were not averse to checking out the naked men from their vantage point at the edge of the tent.
"Mmnn, he's not bad," cooed Kelly, referring to a naked Asian man. According to her list of contestants, his name was Toshi, and he was allegedly from Japan, although most likely he was from Los Angeles' Japan town. But, regardless, he was sporting a huge, semi-erect cock that was getting harder by the minute and was beginning to point up at a forty-five degree angle. "I wonder how big he is," Kelly said to Fiona, who was standing next to her; "12 inches, I bet."
"Girl, don't you know anything? Forget about him; he's as queer as a three dollar bill."
"I'm only looking," said Kelly, "and besides, how do you know," but before Fiona could answer, her smirk gave it away. "Oh yeah, that's right, you can tell?"
"When you're a dyke you have built in gay-dar," said Fiona.
"Pity," said Kelly, looking wistfully at Toshi's hard body and hardening penis.
"Girls, focus," said Lisa, although she was mostly focusing on Bruno, hoping that those young college girls didn't sway his muscular head. Lisa had invested considerable time and energy on seducing him, and she didn't want to see all that work go to waste.
James and the other naked men were huddled together in the tent when the competition director entered. As the men were already surrounded by a bevy of clothed women, having another one in their midst didn't seem like a big deal and nobody made a move to cover their private parts, although it probably would have been difficult to do so anyway, seeing how well-endowed they were. For once James didn't feel like a freak. For once his penis was not a source of wonderment and awe. He was feeling more and more comfortable with being nude in public and the thought of someday going to a nudist camp came into his mind again. In James' imagination he fantasized the perfect nudist camp. The men would be naked and the women would all be wearing short skirts. How he would love to go there with Olga and watch her as she got aroused from seeing all the different sized and shaped penises. James was sure that Olga's police skirt would be the sexiest and shortest and...wait...James had forgotten that he wasn't supposed to think about Olga. Doing so wreaked havoc on his penis, which was now chomping at the bit to be fondled, stroked, and attended-to. He could feel the blood stirring in his loins. Mr. Penis had zoomed up to 14 inches and was sticking straight up, extending past his navel. James was starting to feel very self-conscious about having a full-on boner.
The competition director led the men to the edge of the stage. A woman emcee was warming up the crowd. Lisa, Kelly and Fiona, were standing at the edge of the stage, right where the men would be entering.
"Remember," said the director, "one of the girls will take you by the arm and walk you to a prepared spot on the stage. Once you get there, smile...and relax. You all have wonderful bodies and should be proud of what you got. The emcee will introduce you one-by-one. When she calls your name, take a step forward and wave and then step back into the line. Got it?"
