Overtime

After analyzing the results of last month’s poll (asking for our members’ favourites among our recurring guests), I decided to give the twins’ brother Jimmy a call. He is a successfuland very well-known soccer player in England. He is a very attractive 29 year old guy who seems to get even more money from posing for centerfolds and aftershave ads than from playing soccer…

When he picked up the phone, he sounded tired. “Yes?”

“Hi, it’s Alex. How are you?”

He yawned audibly. “Do you know what time it is?”

I looked at my watch. “It’s--- Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, I totally forgot about the time difference…”

Jimmy chuckled. “Already americanized, huh?”

I was pretty happy that Jimmy couldn’t see me at the other end of the line, because my facial color resembled the color of a ripe tomato…

“Should I call again tomorrow?” I asked meekly.

“Nah”, Jimmy yawned. “Now I’m awake. So what’s up?”

“Everything’s fine”, I said. “We are getting more and more viewers, the guys are having fun, the balls get busted.”

Jimmy chuckled.

“Last month we asked our members to vote for their favourite guest”, I explained. “And---“

“Oh”, Jimmy interrupted me. “And I’m their top favourite?”

“No”, I confessed.

“Oh.”

“Well, Tristan took the top spot. He’s a skater…”

“Oh, I see… But I’m second?”

“Well, no”, I said slowly. “But you are third.”

“Wow”, Jimmy said dryly.

“Well, third place out of ten guys. That’s great”, I tried to comfort him. And I really thought that it was, too.

“If you say so…” Jimmy yawned again. “That’s the news? That’s why you called me?”

“No”, I said quickly. “I wanted to ask you to do another skit for us.”

Jimmy didn’t answer.

“Something along the lines of the ‘Soccer balls’ competition we had some months ago.”

“Sure, why not”, Jimmy said. “But there is a problem. Last time I brought Frank with me, right? Well, we aren’t talking at the moment. It has something to do with a chick. You don’t need to have all the details…”

“No problem at all”, I said. “I already asked Phil. And when he heard that he was gonna compete against you, he immediately said yes.”

“Alright. So it’s another kicking competition?” Jimmy asked.

“Yes. We’ll get some of our models and some guests to lend us their balls. You are gonna kick them as hard as you can. And the guys are going to rate your kicks.”

“Why not. Any rule changes?”

“I haven’t decided yet. Maybe there will be a few differences. We’ll see”, I said.

“Okay. Call me when you have a date, okay?”

“Sure”, I said. “Thanks.”

“No problem. But don’t call me in the middle of the night any more, okay?”

“Sure”, I said. “Good night.”

***

So Jimmy and Phil are going to put their skills to the test by kicking some of our models in the nuts. Do you have any preferences? Anyone who you’d like to see in the line-up? And – to up the ante – I was thinking about a “loser gets fucked” addition to the rules. What do you think?