"One cheer, two cheer, what do we hear?"
"Bull Moose! Bull Moose! Mooseketeer!"
It was Tuesday night and Harrison Bussey took his place at the head of the dais amid the cheers of his fellow Moosers. Harrison was very happy. He doffed his moose antlers at his fellow Moosers, then began the evening's entertainment.
"Fellow Moosers! Tonight I have a special surprise for all of you. Tonight's entertainment will not be like last Tuesday night's."
"Let's hope not, Mr. Bull Moose!" came a voice from Harrison's left.
It had to be Delbert Digbee – because he had done an excellent job in giving his fellow Moosers some very spirited and entertaining Tuesday evening. And he dared anyone to outdo what he had done to entertain his fellow Moosers.
Shit, this year Delbert Digbee had the Goose A Moose benefit, where he brought in fourteen black whores from Cleveland (one for every Mooser) and they goosed the shit out of their black asses with ivory antlers.
And, since every Mooser there had to pay ten dollars for the pleasure of goosing a black stole, Delbert Digbee had raised one hundred and forty dollars for their annual Help A Black Kid fund.
And with that one hundred and forty dollars, they bought some nice Bibles to be shipped off to Watts in the hopes that those black kids wouldn't grow up to be like Cleveland nigger whores who allowed Moosers to goose their asses for ten bucks a shot.
Then there was the time that Delbert Digbee had presented his fellow Moosers with another choice bit of perversion. Delbert called it: Whose A Moose?
And far this particular game, he had hired a typical teen slut by the name of Blondie Blue from Saskatoon. Blondie Blue from Saskatoon was very famous because she had that special talent that enabled her to distinguish one man's cum from another man's.
Very extraordinary talent. Very extraordinary girl.
Delbert's rules for Whose A Moose? were simple. All the young Moosers would get their pricks blown by Blondie Blue until she had really gotten a good taste of each man's jizz.
Yes, Delbert Digbee had given his fellow Moosers some real lively entertaining Tuesdays in the year that he reigned as Bull Moose. And he knew that Harrison Bussey, the Bull Moose now, was just no match for him.
That was why he had interrupted Harrison and told him: "Let's hope not, Mr. Bull Moose! 'Cause we lost a good Mooser after that fucked-up thing you planned last Tuesday."
The fucked-up thing that Delbert Digbee was referring to was the stupid dumb-ass game that Harrison had thought up for last Tuesday's entertainment.
Harrison had dubbed last Tuesday's game: Moose, Moose, Who's Got The Moose?
And, in order to play, Harrison had erected a gigantic plywood glory hole that his fellow Moosers would have to stick their erect cocks through.
Each Mooser was blindfolded and he was told that he was going to be given a great blow job.
The object of the game was to figure out which blowjob was given by either Gloria Bloomer (a former Moose Girl of the Month) or Gigi Dubonnet (A Mooser's – one of the girls in the Moose Auxiliary that helped the Moosers stage perverted events like this one).
The first man was Ed Sneezley.
Shit, old Ed had been a Mooser longer than any other Mooser there, and he was also the club's first Bull Moose.
Shit, he was the Mooser who thought up Moosical Chairs – a simple game where all the fourteen Moosers pretended to be chairs and fifteen black whores from Cincinnati played musical chairs on their naked erect cocks.
Well, old Ed Sneezley stuck his eight-inch pecker trough the plywood board that had Harrison Bussey's glory hole in it.
But the real surprise that Harrison planned to throw on his fellow Moosers was that they wouldn't be sticking out their cocks to have them sucked by Gloria or Gigi. I was a surprise.
Ed Sneezley was very surprised when he felt the warm molasses being poured over his cock. Then he was very surprised at the length of tongue that seemed to wrap like a Chinese wan ton over his cock. Then he was even more surprised when a set of teeth came chomping down over the base of his cock and made him into a sexless Mooser.
Remembering the way Ed Sneezley had screamed and carried on was very fresh in Harrison Bussey's head. And that old fart Delbert Digbee would have to remind him, too.
So that was the reason that reason prevailed over Harrison and he had decided to give the old Moosers a more sedate evening of entertainment.
Tonight, Harrison had planned to play Stag Mooser.