Part I

The local gay bars had been having a tough time of late, and a number of them had recently closed down. The Midnight Express, once among the most popular gay clubs, had taken to holding themed nights during the week in an attempt to cater to some different crowds and attract more guys.
Brandon wasn't one to go clubbing much but one Saturday after being dragged out by some mates, he found himself staring at a poster in the Midnight Express advertising the upcoming Messy Gameshow night offering bar tab prizes a Sexy night of slippery fun. Guys wanting to participate were to turn up at 8 with the games starting at 9.

Brandon had always enjoyed getting messy. Growing up he had been fascinated by the messy games on kid's game shows, and more than a few times he'd found himself standing in the shower with cartons of custard to tip over his head. He was secretly thrilled by the idea of a Messy evening and a chance to get properly trashed even if he didn't think his friends would be so keen. Even so, he brought the idea up with them to test the waters and a few gave non-committal responses. Perhaps that was for the best, Brandon thought, getting messy in public was a recipe for humiliation if too many people noticed his excited bulge.

5 days later, Brandon found himself nervously milling around bar entrance shortly after 8. He was surprised by the number of other guys there were there nearly 40 he hadn't realised so many others would be interested. Clearly the bar staff also hadn't expected quite so many, as they were hurriedly running around making last minute arrangements for something.

The bar itself had been set up especially for the evening. The sunken dance floor had been laid with foam mats and covered in plastic presumably so that people didn't get hurt if they slipped and fell. Up on the stage there were various plastic pools, chairs, buckets and other implements ready for the evening. The raised areas on either side of the dance floor had their usual bar stool and had been market as the spectator zones.

Brandon suddenly noticed Sam across the room. Sam had been invited by one of Brandon's friends when they had all gone out together the other evening, so Brandon didn't know him too well. Still, it was nice to see a friendly face. Sam was just over 6 foot, with curly blond hair and a strong jaw. He was well built with strong shoulders and the sort of thighs that come from playing rugby.

Hey, said Brandon, I didn't expect to see you here!

Oh, hey, said Sam, scratching the back of his head sheepishly, I wasn't sure if you were serious the other night when you said we should all come to this, but it sounded fun so I thought, why not?

At that moment one of the bar staff came up and started issuing instructions. Not expecting so many participants, the staff had had to make some last-minute changes to the games and everyone would now be participating in pairs. Sam and Brandon quickly decided to pair up. The staff came around and handed out clothes to wear. One person was to put on speedos with a pair of loose shorts over the top and a singlet, while the other was to simply wear long sports leggings and a singlet. The staff showed everyone where they could store their clothes, shoes and socks and then left them to get changed. With no changing rooms, everyone was left to strip where they stood, no one was very shy about it, but no one was too shy about staring either. Brandon was quietly pleased that it looked like many of the guys had shown up for the chance to show off their gym-toned bodies. Brandon wasn't too bad looking himself. With short brown hair, and a slim but lean body, he looked good in his shorts and singlet. He also loved the feel of his speedos underneath it all.

With all the teams up on the stage and the spectators starting to arrive, the night was ready to begin. Chris, the game master bounded up on stage with nothing but a pair of tight shorts on leaving his ripped six pack and chest on display. Brandon hoped that it wouldn't only be the contestants getting messy.

The first round was simple, Chris explained, he would read out a question and teams would buzz in by pieing their team mate get the question right and you were through to the next round, wrong, and you were out of the game the first 10 teams to get an answer right, or the last 10 teams standing would get through to round 2. Suddenly, standing on the stage with a pie buzzer in his hand and men staring down at him, this all felt very real. But before Brandon could think it through too much, Chris started with the first question.

First question: What is the capital of Germany

Before he knew it, there was a loud splat, Sam had slapped a large custard pie right onto Brandon's chest. Though he was shocked by the suddenness, they had still been too slow and another team had gotten in before them. Brandon was determined to be more ready for the second question.

Second question: What is the third planet from the sun?

This time, Brandon was more ready and he quickly shot his pie up into the side of Sam's head. Thick blobs of custard caught in his hair and dripped down onto his shoulders and chest. Still, they were too slow. It was clear that these questions were going to be easy, they couldn't wait around and hope others would eliminate themselves first. Sam, scraped the custard off his cheek and Brandon wasn't sure if he caught Sam winking at him, or if he was just closing his eye for the custard.

Third question: Who was the first man on the moon

Like with the first question, Sam reacted surprisingly fast. This time he crushed the pie into Brandon's crotch, although Brandon wasn't sure whether this was bad aim in the heat of the moment, or something more. Chris, the games master certainly noticed and gave them the question.

Neil Armstrong Sam answered with confidence, and with that they were through to round two.

They stepped back and watched the rest of the teams work their way through the next 7 rounds of questions. Pies started flying thick and fast as the teams reacted faster and faster, desperate to secure a spot in round two. Finally, with the top ten teams secured, the losers of the first round were crowded led into a pool at the bottom of the stage and doused in gunge as punishment. They were then free to slip around on the plastic covered dance floor as they watched the rest of the teams compete.

For those of you moving on to round two, you'll be glad to have missed the worst of the mess so far announced Chris, handing out towels to clean off, Are you ready for round two?

A few cheers went up as the teams lined up once again. Some of the bar Staff carried out 10 large buckets of gunge filled balloons, one bucket for each team.
The rules of round two are simple, the top three teams with the most gunge filled balloons down their pants at the end of two minutes, move onto, Chris announced.

Sam and Brandon realised very quickly that Brandon's loose shorts wouldn't hold any balloons and his speedos were too tight, the idea was clearly to get the balloons into Sam's sports leggings.

One more rule before we begin, said Chris, you can't put balloons down your own pants aaaand GO!

Brandon quickly got down on his knees and started trying to cram balloons down Sam's leggings. Sam hitched up his Singlet and held the top of the leggings open. In order to maximise the mount of room, Brandon started by trying to push the balloons down the legs as far as possible but the rubber of the balloons were catching on the skin of Sam's legs. With a flash of insight, Brandon grabbed a few balloons and crushed them deliberately, allowing the gunge to run down Sam's legs. Sam let out a gasp, but caught on quickly as Brandon started sliding the balloons in. As he pushed the balloons down Sam's leg, he couldn't help but notice the warmth of Sam's, slimy, cock rubbing against his arm. Sam certainly noticed too as his cock stirred and stood to attention. Brandon pushed Sam's legs apart, so his thick thighs wouldn't crush the rising tide of gunge balloons. With 20 seconds remaining, he started shovelling in balloons to fill the crotch area, stray balloons flying onto the ground to splatter gunge over their bare feet. Although he didn't need to, Brandon made sure to give Sam's cock a sneaky rub every now at then as he 'repositioned' it to make room for more balloons.

And times up! Chris announced, time to see what we've got

Brandon looked around to see how they'd done, and saw that there were while most teams had managed to create substantial bulges, his team was definitely in with a chance. Sam and Brandon were the 4th team to be counted, shot to the top of the leaderboard. As Chris made his way down the line, counting the balloons in each guys pants, he never seemed to miss an opportunity to thrust his hand down each guys front to feel around for balloons. Sam and Brandon were quickly bumped into second, and then third place. With their spot in the final on the line, it was a nervous wait staring at the pool below the stage as Chris pushed his hands down the final guy's pants and counted his team's balloons. Despite the impressive number of balloons, and the long wait, it wasn't enough to knock Sam and Brandon off their spot and Chris announced they would be moving onto the finals.

What do we do with all these balloons now? someone asked Chris.

Does that look like my problem? Chris responded, slapping the contestant's arse so that a balloon splatted, come on, you know where you should be he said and separated them into the awaiting gunge pool where they quickly helped the guys with balloons in their pants solve that problem. There was even more gunge for the second-round contestants as they were doused in thick ropy buckets of gunge before moving on to join the other contestants on the dance floor.

Sam walked up to Brandon and said do you mind giving me a hand with this? before leaning over to kiss him as he pushed his crotch into Brandon's leg, rubbing it up and down and crushing a dozen balloons. Brandon didn't need telling twice as he reached around and grabbed the balloons that had slipped around the back with his hands. He could feel some of the gunge seeping through to his shorts and his own rock hard cock as he stepped back and watched Sam crush the remaining balloons. The gunge oozing down his legs and pooling on the floor around his bare feet.