Mario started to doze off, and started to masturbate his now, wet aching groin with a vibrator hidden inside his towel.
He said nasally and super effeminately, “Oooohhhh. Aaaaahhhhh. Oooooohhhh! My penis!”
Concerned, Christopher asked Mario, “You okay, Mario?”
Mario replied, “Yup. Just need to pleasure myself, and have a good ol’ release of myself. Letting myself go.”
Rusty said, “Sometimes, guys just have to be guys, right?”
The three men laughed together, raucously, and with vivid spiritedness.
One elderly man and onlooker didn’t look as kind to what the three men were doing. Outraged, he asked Rusty, “Is the hispanic boy rubbing his
penis? Inside the men’s steam room? What a pervert!”
Rusty replied, “No he isn’t, Mr. Duncan Frost-Fitzgerald. Mario…is just playing his Gameboy….and reading his newspaper.”
Mr. Frost-Fitzgerald replied, “That must be some kind of interesting article he is reading. And why does he have manboobs? He looks kind of
odd looking for a fellow.”
As he started to walk away, Christopher thought it to be an idea to rub one out with Mario, as he started to masturbate his flaccid dick in the
men’s steam room. He felt his chest heave up and down, as he was grabbing himself, pinching his nipples, while tugging on his hard cock to
spew out some sperm in the process.
It was then when Mr. Frost-Fitzgerald then asked Mario while pulling away his towel, “What kind of newspaper are you READING?”
He then saw a peachy, penis looking vibrator twirling up Mario’s crotch, while his (prosthetic) penis lay atop his outstretched groin (vibrator).
In great disbelief, Mr. Frost-Fitzgerald asked incredulously in a thick southern accent, “What the hell?????”
Mario stammered in a high voice, “Please….sir…don’t say anything…..I was just tugging one out….”
It was then when Mr. Frost-Fitzgerald pondered whether or not he was looking at a girl, disguised as a Mexican guy. He saw an androgynous
looking person in front of him, with a male chest big enough to be C-cup breasts, and a vibrator crammed inside a female looking pussy, with
a strap-on penis layup beneath the boy’s belly button. He seriously dreamt of buttfucking Mario (who was actually Marcia Caldwell), and
cumming all over his big, fat girly butt, while accidentally getting semen stuck in his own gray beard. Deciding that the boy was not a girl after
all, and probably a transman, Mr. Forst-Fitzgerald decided not to punish him.
To his left, he saw Christopher tugging hard on his cock as the young, blonde haired boy was jerking his penis very hard to a scantily clad, sexy
young woman in a Maxim magazine. He was stroking his penis back and forth, as he was waiting to explode and cum all over the woman’s
pretty little face.
Surprisingly, he put his arm around Mario’s shoulders, and said, “Young man. We all have to masturbate our dicks once in a while. But it’s
best we do that at home. Make sure when you finish that you clean up. And here’s a Playboy magazine to do it to in the process.”
Mario stammered in faint happiness, “Th-th-the-Thank you, sir.”
The elderly man said before walking out, "Don't worry. You'll be able to buttfuck lots of young ladies with your penis when you grow up."
Mario said in a nasal voice, gratefully, "Thank you."
Christopher had then just finished masturbating his penis to a Maxim magazine and jerked off, spewing semen all over the Eliza Dushku
spread. Rusty was getting off to watching his friends, once girls, now boys, getting off to Playboy magzines as men. He was delighted.
When they finished, they cleaned up, and walked out into the men’s locker room to dress to walk out. They hugged as they were delighted.
Mario then said, “Alright. Now let’s go build the medicine with the energy drink as the primary ingredient as a cure all once and for all! Team
on 3! “
The three then said, “1, 2, 3, Team!”
And they walked out to go onto their next adventure.