Mister Hottie 2024 - Chapter 11

MISTER HOTTIE 2024

PART II: MISTER HOTTIE NEBRASKA 2024

Chapter 11: Seven minutes in Heaven

"Chris... Chris? Are you here with us?"

Hunter was throwing water on his handsome face.

Christopher slowly regained consciousness.

"What... What happened?" He blurted out.

"You passed out! On the middle of the stage!" Hunter explained.

"Take that." Jason gave him some water and a banana.

The actual fruit, you pervert reader! They had barely eaten that day.

"Where am I? What's going on?"

The echoing sound of a clamour was coming from somewhere above them.

"Backstage, Chris... How are you? They’re sending a med team as we speak."

"What for?"

"For you, idiot! You scared everyone! The jury is talking things out on how to replace you."

Christopher straightened up immediately. So fast that he ripped his micro swimsuit for good.

His cock was already fully out anyway, it had been since he had fallen right off on stage.

"REPLACE ME?! NO WAY!"

"Jeez, dude. Relax! You hit yourself pretty hard back there. We had to lift you up to get you in here. That was intense."

Chris put his hands on his face and thought about his father in the audience, and the thousands of people watching.

He had been lying on the floor, butt naked. Why did he have to fall on Caleb Wilson's feet, of all people?!

"How embarrassing..."

"To be fair, you're becoming an Internet meme as we speak. You're trending in the whole country!"

Christopher could already imagine the headlines:

"Male contestant of an outrageous pageant faints live on stage in a tiny thong!"

He did not care about that though.

"I want to compete. I deserve to! I was selected in the top six."

Jason and Hunter looked at each other, unsure.

Suddenly, Mr. Rich appeared behind them. He seemed to be in a full panic-mode.

"My boy! What the hell was that?!"

Christopher was genuinely happy to see him.

He needed his mentor more than ever.

"Sir! Please, you have to do something. They cannot disqualify me, I don't need to see a doctor, it was just... like... I got heated because of the stress. I can go back on stage!”

"Good Lord, Chris. They want to have Caleb compete in your spot. He was seventh in the public rankings, he’s the logical replacement.”

Chris was mortified.

"Not that guy!" Jason complained.

"Sir... This is unfair! I was voted in the final six! You have to talk to them."

Mr. Rich looked around him. He stopped at his protegee's hanging cock. Then, he sighed.

"Of course, I'll take care of that, Christopher. You know you can count on me.”

"Really? You can fix it?"

"I think so. Just try not to faint next time you go up on this damn stage!"

As if on springs, Mr. Rich ran away from the backstage to go talk to Pollard and Rat who were making a decision during the short break.

"You're sure that you're all right?" Hunter inquired.

Christopher flexed his meaty biceps. An old habit that he had when he wanted to show off back at the gym.

"There's not a chance in the world I'm gonna let the image on me passing out on the stage be the last thing people see of me. I cannot let this moment define me.”

The show was about to resume after the break.

Already, Mike, Aldo and Joaquin were getting ready, parading backstage, in the leopard printed underwear the lucky final six had to wear for the next catwalk.

Honestly, the outfit was rather tame compared to the outrageous swimwear which had preceded, and the strip-dance which was about to come.

Talking of the strip-tease, it was the first interrogation of Mr. Rat when he came to see Christopher with Devon.

"I've been told you feel fine to compete. Are you, really? Can you handle the dance number?"

"I can, Sir. I... I swear."

"Devon, can you check his blood pressure?"

As it turned out, the nurse contestant had been the closest thing they could find to a "medical team". That was plainly ridiculous.

Devon was performing his duty while wearing the micro-thong blue swimsuit.

He checked his blood pressure and felt Christopher's pulse.

"That looks okay, but I'm not really..." Devon started.

"See, Mr. Rat, I'm just fine."

Rat was holding a pair of the leopard briefs. He looked at Christopher from head to toes, spending a long moment staring at his flaccid cock. It did look yummy, fluffy even.

"I don't know... I don't want people to get on my back for letting you continue... This could turn into a law suit and Pollard is not a big fan of those."

"Mr. Rat, I feel completely ready to take his spot if necessary." Devon intervened.

Chris almost punched the guy, right there.

"What the fuck, dude? Go start your porn career elsewhere! I’ve got the votes, not you!"

Devon lifted his fist in the air but Hunter grabbed his wrist.

“No.” He simply spoken, firmly.

"Boys, please behave!" Mr. Rat grunted (although he was slightly aroused by the masculinity on display).

“Whatever… This contest is rigged anyway.” Devon left, flipping the middle finger at the boss.

Mr. Rat muttered a “good riddance” and moved on.

Hunter and Jason were asked to go change by a member of the staff. The show could not be delayed any longer, Mike Corner was already called back on the stage.

The evening was clearly not going the way he had anticipated for Mr. Rat… He needed Pollard to see that his regional pageant was the best in the country.

"I can't believe I'm gonna have to let Caleb Wilson compete." He said, bitterly.

Christopher bit his lips.

"You don't have to! Look at me, Sir, I'm feeling great!"

"Price... I..."

Chris had not thought it through but the solution to his problem presented itself naturally.

Out of nowhere, he grabbed the regional President's wrist and put his right hand on his sweaty glistening chest.

"Feel my heart beating, Sir. I'm okay."

Aldo Bianchi was now walking on stage.

The crowd was hysterical to see him again in sexy underwear.

Mr. Rat gulped.

"Boy..."

Chris guided Rat's hand down to his waist... until he reached the base of his cock. Yes, he was ready to go there.

"See... I'm perfectly fine."

"Don't make me regret this, Price..."

Joaquin Alvarez was called for his catwalk as well.

A decision had to be made regarding the sixth contestant. Who would he be? Caleb or Christopher?

Hunter and Jason were waiting for their turn right behind the entrance of the big stage.

"You won't regret this, Sir. I want the title. More than anything in the world... I... I'm ready to do anything."

Christopher whispered, getting his lips really close to the man holding his fate (and his fat cock) in his hands.

Mr. Rat was basically stroking him.

"Okay! Wear this and… hurry up!"

“Thank God… Thank you, Sir!”

While Mr. Rat handed the pair of briefs to Christopher, Hunter was called on the stage by Petra and Larry.

Chris slid inside the sexy underwear and hurried his way behind Jason.

Just in time for the 19 years-old Christian boy to walk up the flight of stairs himself. His bubble butt looked tremendously juicy in the tight briefs.

Less than thirty seconds later, Petra announced:

"He gave us all quite a scare but he's all good now. He has explicitly asked to keep competing, please welcome to the stage, Christopher Price!"

Under the loudest applause of the night, Chris walked on the stage and was finally able to savour his success.

Strangely, the moment where he had lost consciousnesses had acted as a reset button for his mind.

All his stress was gone, the worst possible scenario had already happened, the only thing he had left to do was to enjoy the attention he was getting.

It was like he was now living a dream, walking on air.

Acclaimed and praised by the people, coming back after falling down, he was offering them a great story-line to feed themselves with... On top of his gorgeous shredded body.

Only the stern face of Larry Scott reminded Christopher that this was not a sweet dream and that the competition was very real.

He did dare a look on the front row where sadly, he noticed that his father's chair was empty.

That did not stop the aspiring actor. By this point, only winning the pageant mattered. He winked at a stranger in the crowd and tried to look as confident as he could.

He knew he looked good, no freaking amazing, in the outfit.

Overall, the underwear catwalk went with no noticeable incident. No wardrobe malfunction, no scandalous poses, and no one fainting on stage. Phew!

The public could be reassured though, if they thought the show was becoming boring... They had not seen the best part yet.

"Our six contestants are going to walk in beautiful gala suits...”

There was some booing in the crowd.

They wanted to see more flesh!

“I heard you were nearly 50.000 watching us on the live-stream... Don't go anywhere, because their choreography might include a few naughty surprises for you!" Petra explained to keep the audience engaged.

It worked.

50.000 people. That number sounded crazy for Christopher. It was more than a football stadium.

And there again, the boys had to rush backstage to change into their jockstraps and fancy suits.

Christopher was taking his underwear off mid-run when he stumbled on the two people, he least expected to see there: his father and his ex-girlfriend.

"My son, are you okay?"

"Dad... I... I didn't know you'd be here!"

"Of course, I'm here, moron! What kind of father do you think I am? Of course, I'm supportive of my only son!"

More than anything that had happened that night, that was probably the biggest shock for Chris.

The guy who had been despising the entertainment industry his entire life, calling homosexuals "freaks", who had never left his small hometown, was now standing in the middle of naked hunks, changing into their jockstraps.

Christopher did not say anything. He was too stunned to speak.

"Chris, how are you?"

Mindy, his ex-girlfriend seemed genuinely worried. She held his hand warmly (instead of his cock).

Take that, Larry!

"I'm fine, guys, but I'm... I'm kinda in the middle of something." Chris told them, confused.

He was very much in a surreal state with the public still chanting his name outside. Would Mindy really come back to him… after everything?

"MOVE! What are these two doing there?! Who are these people?" Mr. Rich howled as he walked in.

"I'm Chris' dad!" Jay howled as if this was a reasonable claim to be in the way.

"Fantastic. And you look amazing, please come by my agency later on, but for now, Christopher has to wear those damn jockstraps. You only have a couple minutes to change, boy! What are you waiting for?”

Christopher's father gasped in surprise and he gave a kiss on his son’s forehead.

"Good luck, son!"

"Dad… Thank you."

If only Jay knew what was coming next!

Maybe he would not even care? Could you imagine if Christopher's homophobic father were to join Mr. Rich agency?

Just like that, the unauthorized guests were escorted out from the backstage and the six finalists were asked to get ready for their performance.

Would they remember the entire choreography? Who would stand out during the dance? Who would snatch the crown?!

Trust us, the strip-tease which followed was certainly one to remember!

Picture this: Six gorgeous studs, walking on stage in dapper dark suits, on one legendary song from the nineties. Crazy, by Aerosmith.

An Italian carpenter, an All-American mechanic with long hair, a smooth Latino gogo-dancer, a blond Christian boy, a hairy sexy Daddy, and an aspiring Hollywood actor.

They threw their red belts around as if they were cow-boys handling a lasso, they ripped their shirt wide open, they threw their jackets and trousers in the crowd, they smeared their own bodies with glistening oil.

In the audience, the people stood up and cheered for the entire duration of the performance.

The excitement of the public grew as the clothes were disappearing from the hunks' banging athletic bodies.

It was lewd, it was spicy, it was scandalous… And it was generally a big old mess.

Once in their jockstraps, aside from Hunter, the rest of the contestants were missing half of their steps and there was not much left from Julio's precise choreography in the live-performance.

As the song progressed, the show turned into a twerking competition, widely encouraged by Petra who was not really interested in the dance, but very much in the bare shiny asses bouncing on the stage.

Why bother with the choreography anyway? The audience seemed to love the (erotic) chaos.

The more lascivious they were acting, the more applause they were getting!

Even Hunter had to let go of the rehearsed moves to grind against Christopher on the floor.

The pouch of his wet jockstrap being rubbed into Chris’ sweaty ass crack.

“Oh my! Look at that, Larry, the ratings are blowing up on the stream!” Petra exclaimed.

You bet!

This was no ordinary show and the Internet seemed to be all about it.

The contestants may have not been the smartest, but they were not that dumb.

They could tell the cameras were focusing on them anytime they were rubbing their mates' chests, spanking their asses, or even dry-humping each other.

While they were being shameless, their voting numbers were appearing on the screen. It was the moment to shine!

Even Jason got in the game.

He wanted it too… the crown and the sash.

He joined Hunter and Christopher for an outrageous simulation of a threesome. Chris was in the middle of the sandwich. The crowd went absolutely wild.

On their side, Aldo and Joaquin were tearing their jockstraps apart, Joaquin going as far as doing the helicopter with his hairy massive cock.

It was swinging like crazy. Well done, daddy!

Things got downright pornographic when Joaquin slapped Hunter’s face with his cock a few seconds later.

Only Mike seemed to be overwhelmed by the situation.

Apparently, the carpenter was willing to fuck the boss privately to get the win, but he was not ready to be that reckless in front of thousands of viewers.

His loss! Right?

As the song was reaching his climax, Christopher remembered that he was supposed to end in a full-monty.

Aside from Mike and Jason, everyone else was already fully naked anyway.

He made a move to take his jockstraps off but he was interrupted by Hunter, shimmering his way back towards him.

The gogo-dancer had been dancing left and right on the stage, not leaving the cameras’ sight for one second, always being there when there was some action going on.

Hunter bent over, – offering an incredible view of his asshole -, to grab the waistbands of Christopher’s jockstraps and slide it all the way down.

Chris let him do it, trying to ignore the alarm blasting off in his mind.

*What the hell are you doing with your life?! You were dreaming of Hollywood, not this!*

It was like he was on drugs.

The tunnel vision was complete and he was seemingly ready to do anything to make it into the top three.

Should we mention that half of the guys on stage were hard (and fucking massive)? The cheering of an audience and the excitement of their moves could have visibly gotten them horny.

Christopher felt a bit off with his flaccid cock, standing right next to Hunter’s erect monster.

And then, suddenly, the lights turned off.

The segment was done.

Shit!

Christopher did not worry about how much he had shown of himself, but quite the opposite, he wondered if he had exposed enough.

The five minutes had gone so quickly and now, they were all in the dark.

A staff member showed them where they should stand, waiting for the results of the top three to be announced.

Foolishly, Christopher looked around for his jockstraps or for any piece of cloth, - anything would do -, but there was nothing left from the performance.

The staff had been quick to clean everything up to make sure that the six hunks would be standing stark naked, while they would be anxiously waiting to know their fates.

In all fairness, Pollard had promised male nudity and a scandalous show to the public, they would definitely get plenty of both.

The lights went back on as the six finalists were standing in the middle of the stage like unwrapped candies.

If they were all nude, - including Mike and Jason -, some were more upfront about showing their intimacy than others.

Hunter and Joaquin were proudly showing their massive hard cocks to the audience.

Aldo was sporting a nice semi that he was also showcasing shamelessly.

Christopher was flaccid but, contrary to Jason, he was not hiding his genitals with his hands.

Why bother? The whole State had seen him naked already! And by this point, any shocking image would be better than the gif of him passing out.

“This is what I call a beautiful skewer of naked hotties! Am I right, Larry?”

Petra seemed over the moon while Larry was way less enthusiastic about the whole thing.

“Sure… This is… This is quite fun.”

By this point, he was pretty concerned of losing his so-called journalist credibility having hosted such a scandalous pageant.

Besides, he was now realizing how well-endowed his girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend truly was.

The weatherman could not compete in that department.

But it was too late to go back now, and he was the one calling Flynn Pollard to announce the three finalists who would get to compete in one last surprise challenge to earn the crown.

Although, the top three would not be announced per say.

This time around, the organization had designed a more dramatic way to present the podium.

“In a minute, out of the six lights shining over our contestants’ heads, only three will remain, while the others will be sent back in the dark.” Larry Scott explained.

This part, the cable news host loved, playing with the participants’ hearts and nerves.

A suspenseful music with heavy drums began in the background, getting louder as the moment of the reveal was approaching.

Six naked hunks.

Three were about to get eliminated.

But only the first place mattered anyway.

The audience started to count down the last seconds.

“10…”

Christopher breathed in and breathed out.

“9…”

He could not faint. Not again.

“8…”

He looked at the stunning contestants by his sides.

“7…”

Jason on his right was hiding his cock, slightly trembling, looking hot nevertheless.

“6…”

Hunter on his left was basically stroking himself. What the fuck?!

“5…”

What had Chris done, associating himself with a gogo-dancer? Sleeping in his bed? Dancing naked on stage with him? Rubbing his body against his?

“4…”

Christopher was questioning everything now.

“3…”

He was no longer walking on air…

“2…”

Had he made the worst mistake of his life taking part in this ludicrous pageant?

“1…”

“And now, let’s see who you have chosen to battle it out one last time for the crown!”

Christopher waited, unsure of what he was hoping for.

Three lights went down.

Not his.

He was still there, competing!

A huge relief came upon him… and, great news, Christopher did not pass-out this time around.

On his right, Jason was in the dark.

On his left, Hunter’s stiffed veiny cock was more visible than ever under a heavy bright lighting.

Further on the left, Joaquin was still standing as well.

Aldo, Mike, and Jason had been eliminated. They were asked to leave the stage immediately.

Christopher had one chance out of three to become the next Mister Hottie Nebraska 2024.

He did not have much time to process it though, as the very last challenge was about to begin. The show had to end in a climax, and they were certainly getting there.

Petra walked towards the top three with a large smile on her face. Her bright-red lipstick was like a shining lighthouse amongst the contestants and staff.

She knew that she was about to drop a bomb.

Behind the naked participants, the staff was hustling around to bring three cabins on the scene.

As often, Christopher had no idea what was going on. He was just trying to enjoy making it through another tough selection.

Having the bright light remaining on him had, once again, erased any of his doubts.

“The show is coming to an end but we thought we would give our final contenders for the win seven more minutes to convince the audience here in this wonderful venue, the thousands watching from home on the live-stream, and our panel of judges.” Petra explained.

“Gentlemen, the next challenge is called Seven Minutes in Heaven.” Larry Scott added.

Christopher did not have much more of a clue of what he was supposed to do with that information.

“Please, Hotties, get inside your cubicle for your live-shower!”

Oh… That was what the cabins were for.

“And what about the rules, my dear Petra?” Larry pretended to ask.

“The rules? No rule! Boys, you have seven minutes to convince your audience that you’re the most deserving of the Mister Hottie Nebraska title!”

More lights brightened the stage and there they were, three large showers with full glasses window on all sides, only waiting for the contestants.

“Ready? Set? GO!”

Hunter was the first one to take position in the shower right in the middle. The countdown had already started.

Things had moved on super quickly for this final round of the pageant.

Joaquin went in the one on the left, and Christopher took the last shower on the right.

People whistled as he walked to his cubicle, bare ass.

What was he supposed to do exactly? How could he still surprise the audience?! He could not get much more naked than he already was!

“Make sure those seven minutes are heavenly to us!” Petra teased.

Christopher immediately felt a lukewarm water falling on his back.

They were not kidding with the live-shower!

Here had gone most of the budget…

A large countdown timer was visible on a massive screen on the side. Already, it was reaching 6’45’’.

This was going by very fast.

What the hell was Christopher meant to be doing in this scenario?

He looked at his competition, their images also being broadcasted live on another big screen, and it seemed like the both of them had similar strategies, although performed with different style.

Joaquin was soaping his fat hairy ass, sliding his fingers in his dark ass-crack, while Hunter was now openly jerking-off, spitting on his cock and sending kisses to the audience.

6’30”

Wow. This had escalated rapidly but Christopher had to do something… Anything!

The cameras were all over his opponents and he was just standing there, like an idiot, losing votes every second that was passing.

He noticed a bar of soap under his feet.

Chris wisely thought that a good start could have him soaping himself. They would like that, right? If he caressed his pecs and nipples? If he soaped his armpits? If he got wet and slippery all over his athletic body?

After all, he had sweated a lot, and after his moment of unconsciousness, a good shower could not hurt!

He bent over to pick up the bar of soap and immediately, the crowd cheered him on.

No doubt, 90% of the guys attending the show were gay, and they had bought tickets for an X-rated performance, nothing else mattered to them.

Chris wondered if it was the same for the thousands of people watching from home.

He had to get in a new role.

This time, he was playing the part of a shameless nude gogo-dancer! It was heavily inspired from his roommate for the week-end.

It was now or never to show off his exhibitionist side.

The bubbles of soap sliding down his chest down to his dangling cock and balls were obviously a great idea. Chris licked his large and contracted biceps to make the crowd go even wilder.

It was working.

Christopher looked like a Greek God. His entire body flexed, his upper chest muscles pumped, his thighs looking massive as ever!

He had to keep the entertainment going though.

Every time the attention was moving to someone else, the others were doubling down on the sexiness… and the raunchiness!

As Chris was soaping his own junks, Joaquin was simulating fucking someone against the glass-door, and Hunter was slapping his own ass.

5’25’’

Nearly two minutes after the beginning of the challenge, Joaquin and Hunter were both jerking off and seemed to be competing to be the first one to cum.

Wait…

Was it the ultimate goal?

Christopher started stroking his dick as well. What did he have to lose at this point?

If he had to have his reputation tarnished by his participation to the pageant, he might as well win it all!

And to tell the truth, as crazy as this might sound, hearing so many guys shouting his name, praising his body, asking him to show more, was a real turn-on for the jock.

He could definitely enjoy the fact that Larry Scott had to suffer through the idea that his girlfriend was watching him, live, right at this moment.

That single thought could have made Christopher hard as a rock.

It actually did!

5’03’’

“The boys are dripping… They’re so wet!”

“They’re not only dripping because of the water, Larry. Look at their sizeable cocks, I think Hunter Pallow is already producing a large-amount of precum.”

Indeed, Hunter was now playing with the gooey fluids coming out from his big stripper cock.

Let’s be clear, the five final minutes of the State pageant were downright pornographic.

A few people who had come to support the contestants but who did not expect such a raw representation left the venue, appalled.

Jason’s Christian grand-parents were ones of them. That night, they had to do many prayers to get rid of the salacious images they had seen.

They were in the minority though.

On the contrary, the ratings on the live-stream were blowing up, with more than 100.000 people watching live, more than for any other State pageant.

Mister Hottie Florida was getting jealous in his chair.

It was definitely becoming intense as Joaquin was now moaning like a maniac to try to catch the attention of the viewers back.

On his right, Hunter was spreading his asshole for a camera close-up.

Christopher spat on his dick, shut his eyes, and wanked off furiously.

3’47’’

Who would be the first one to ejaculate? And how would he do it? Those were now the questions on everybody’s lips.

The names of Christopher, Hunter and Joaquin were trending on social media, in that order.

“The dude who passed out is gonna die if he cums!” Said one tweet.

Devon who had been eliminated previously was commenting the rest of the evening while announcing the release of a brand-new sextape.

Business is business, the nurse had to make the best of a disappointing night.

On stage, the music had died down and only the moans, heavy-breathing and grunting from the three finalists could be heard.

To be complete, there were the sounds of their heavy balls fapping against their hands as well.

Each one of them had been saving their juice for the big show… There would be quite a mess when the time would come.

The straight hunks looked deliciously on the edge, their faces turning red, their leaking cocks about to explode, their muscles glistening…

Big dick(s) energy at its peak.

2’30’’

“Oh yes… Fuck yeeeeeeees!”

Joaquin was the first one to ejaculate. Congratulations!

He painted the glass-door white as he sprayed volleys after volleys of creamy white loads. Pretty impressive.

If the audience was hysterical before, it was nothing compared to the point where the creaming started.

They were like animals, fighting to get a better look at the cum dripping on the glass.

Thankfully, Joaquin was generous.

He walked up to the edge of the stage to make sure that everyone would get a good look of his deflating enormous cock.

Incidentally, some of his cum dripped down from his thick hair under his balls and fell right in the mouths of some audience members.

Eh! We had warned you before… This was lewd!

1’43’’

Hunter nutted second.

And once again, it was a huge freaking blast.

He had learnt from his opponent’s mistake though.

Instead of wasting his cum on the glass, the professional stripper made sure to get out of his cubicle and to stand right above the crowd before showering them with his fresh jizz, straight from the faucet.

“Here comes your seven minutes of Heaven!” He claimed, in the middle of his orgasm.

Good Lord, Christopher was getting distanced. He knew it.

He had to ejaculate as well and time was running out.

The good thing was that, from this point on, all the attention was on Chris as the hosts, jury, and audience were all anxiously anticipating his nut.

Could he make it?

0’28’’

Eventually, he did!

As the entire crowd was chanting his name…

“Christoper… Cums! Christopher… Cums! Christopher… Cums!”

…Chris finally exploded in his hands, on his chest, and his fat loads even reached his chin.

It was like a firework inside his shower cubicle, at least twelve volleys of jizz, and the sound of a thunder in the audience.

People were praising him.

The come-back kid had done it! Just like the pros! He had drenched himself with his own creamy milk.

Chris was naked on stage, drained, wet with his own cum, but he was happy.

Christopher Price may have been nothing, but Christopher Cums was a fucking hero, a star!

He was loved by both the audience and the jury.

He could win this!

The boys were called in the middle of the stage. It was time to vote and to finally, for Petra, to crown a winner!

[END OF PART II]

The Mister Hottie competition will come back next October for the Nationals.

Once again, you will play an important role in the development of this story. Among the three finalists, you will get to decide who will be crown Mister Hottie Nebraska and will take part in the Mister Hottie America competition! The voting will begin next Wednesday.

The winner will be announced at the beginning of part III.