QB CLUB BOTTOM PARTY Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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This is the final chapter in the story and lets the athletes explore their kinky side. Obviously this story is pure fiction. Although it depicts real people, it is just a made-up fantasy and bears no relation to real life.
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QB Club Bottom Party Bill Drake
More action from the NFL boys and their guests, after the end of last season.
pt. 3
MASTERCLASS
Joe Flacco steadied himself the best he could, but JJ Watt was one hell of a ride. The 6'5" mountain of muscle was undulating his body spasmically, and bucking back and forth. In fact the more Joe tried to spear that wide-open hole with his man missile, the more Watt writhed, almost throwing Joe off balance. It was like a honest to God bucking bronco ride at a cowboy bar. If Joe's 9-inch long spear hadn't been buried in JJ's amazing hole, he would have been thrown off by now.
"Fuck me Flacco. Fuck my lights out, you stud," JJ breathed, horny beyond belief. The supplements his coaches had him on was spiking his libido beyond belief. It seemed like he never got enough these days.
"Hold still fucker," Flacco said through gritted teeth and held on tight to JJ's tight waist, now using every bit of his ass strength to pile drive his tool deep and hard, in and out, while JJ emitted deep throaty grunts of satisfaction.
"Oh God yeah, stud," the beefy blond cried. "That's the spot. Punch my ticket, buddy."
"Fucking power bottom slut," Joe hissed, his own pleasure starting to build up now that he has a steady in-and-out cock thrust going on.
"Damn straight. I'm a better fuck than Harbaugh," he teased, "Admit it."
"Ha," Flacco laughed. "John's not here, so you'll do."
"Cocky top," JJ moaned and started his bucking motion again, only to be stopped by a hard slap off his meaty ass cheek by Flacco's large hand.
"Hold still, you fuck," Flacco growled impatiently. "I'm almost there."
JJ bit his lip and held steady as his ass got assaulted by Joe's big tool. Like drilling for oil, he thought, and just when he thought this fuck was nearly perfect, Joe reached around and shoved three fingers into his mouth. "Here's something for ya to suck on while I take charge."
Watt moaned and sucked the fingers in hungrily, sucking and slobbering on the invading digits as his big body gave it up in an intense orgasm, shooting his sperm all over the carpet. The sensation made his body start its impatient power bottom routine again, writhing against Flacco's pounding bone, which made the top cum in short order.
"Damn, JJ!" He yelled getting off inside the defensive end's guts. His ejaculation lasted at least half a minute as his fuck thrusts became more gentle, more about depositing his seed and riding out the waves of sexual pleasure. Finally, he withdrew and gave a playful pat to the bigger athlete's ass, a soft echo of the harder slap he'd given Watt just a minute earlier. "Don't tell Harbaugh I said this, but yeah you are a better fuck."
The Texans player felt an emptiness as that large cock slid back and plopped out and the fresh seed moistened his manly entrance. Fortunately most of the semen was buried deep inside his bowels, he thought. Just as Joe climbed off, JJ felt another dick poke at his man hole. Big and round with a real fat but tapered head. Russell Wilson.
"Hold steady, JJ," the Seahawks star said in a smooth deep voice. "I don't want any of that hungry bottom bullshit you pulled with Flacco." And with that, JJ got stuffed again.
Just a few feet away, Todd Herremens, Dennis Pitta and and Travis Kelce were doing their best to copy Watt's balls-to-the-wall sexual abandon. Pitta started undulating his hips, making Kaepernick's long spike hit his prostate at different angles. Which in turn made Pitta's insides contract spasmically against Colin's cock.
"Damn, Stanton, is Herremens doing a number on your dick? Pitta here's about to squeeze me off big time."
Drew looked over at his buddy while his own dick felt the abuse of Todd's O-line bulk crashing down on his lap repeatedly while fucking himself silly on Cardinals cock. "Wouldn't take much, Mr. Hair Trigger."
"Fuck you Stant," Colin shot back but sure enough his orgasm swept over him and he flooded Dennis's insides.
Meanwhile, Zach Ertz's JO position on the sidelines was interrupted by a new arrival.
"Sproles!" Zach said excitedly, bounding up when he saw his teammate into the cabin.
"Ertzy," Darren greeted the taller, more muscular teammate with a big hug and a tongue heavy kiss, leaning up because of the height difference. "Miss me dude?" he teased.
Impatiently, Zach was pulling down Sproles' pants and jock strap and feeling that familiar oversized dong firm up in his ballcatching hands. That footlong prong that looked insanely oversized on Darren's 5'6" taut build had earned him the nickname Big D from the team and particularly from Ertz, who'd spent his time on the Eagles in bona fide bottom-dude puppy love. The tall blond hunk gave the dark brown cock a good solid tug or two, then squatted down on his haunches to taste the magnificent phallus.
"Shitfire," Darren hissed as his hog got deepthroated by Ertz. "I don't know if you've been practicing on your bottom buddies here, but damn you're getting even better at blowing me, E." He didn't want to come though, so with a shove he pushed Zach back off his rod. "All right, legs up, E. Daddy's got to fuck."
"Sure thing Big D," Zach breathed as he scrambled onto his back and lifted his powerbuilt legs straight up in the air, pulling the thighs back with his hands. "You got me so hungry for it, D. I thought you'd never make it."
"I'm here Baby," Sproles grinned, scrambling into position before unceremoniously stuffing his huge megacock inside his prelubed, prestretched bottom lover.
"Oh fuck D! Hurts so good. Fucking feed my hole."
"Baby needs it huh?"
"Yeah, D, Need it so fucking bad."
"What about that strap-on I gave you? Had your fiancee use it on ya yet?"
Zach nodded obediently. "Oh yeah. I talked her into strapping it on last week. Not the same as the real thing though."
Sproles smiled bigger, turned on by this giant tight end's submissive streak. "That's because the chicks don't know how to use it right." And with a hefty shove his cock rearranged Ertz's insides.
The big jock bit his lip and tried to hold back his ejaculation, but it had been a long afternoon and he couldn't help but give it up. Hot ropes of Eagles jizz spattered on his meaty blond furred chest.
"Damn, E, I guess you really did miss me," Darren growled and started fucking away. For real now. Zach just leaned his head back while he let his top man have his way, straining to hold his thighs steady and keep the discomfort in his hole in check.
GETTING HIS TOP ON
Jordy Nelson was really getting into it. It was their second screw and Jordy wanted this one missionary. Making out with Cowboys linebacker Sean Lee. The Sean Lee of the bodacious ass, the booty that barely squeezed into those silvery uniform pants. The Sean Lee who craved a marathon longdicking session even more than Jordy. He was getting into a good rhythm. "Like that bud?" Jordy asked, breathlessly, feeling the tight sensations around his rod.
"Aw yeah, pound me Nelson."
The two men's mouths met, tongues battling and sucking at one another. Sean pushed his spit into Jordy's mouth, and the Packers star returned the favoring, delivering as much saliva into Sean's mouth as he could muster. He could tell Sean start to give the telltale whimpers of losing it. That egged Jordy on to pound harder. He almost had this bottom dude spewing a nice chunky load between them.
Only he stopped. Strong arms wrapped around him, a very wet lubed up cock nudged at his pucker. "My boyfriend's real cute when he plays top," the voice said.
"Aw fuck, A!" Jordy announced. To his delight Aaron Rodgers started pushing his aching rod inside his lover and teammate. It always felt great but at that moment it felt better than it ever had. Thicker, more powerful, a master cock for Jordy's neglected hole. The fact his own dick was buried inside Sean Lee's bubble ass gave Jordy a short-circuit of pleasure he hadn't known possible.
Particularly when Rodgers pulled out and pushed back in. Starting a real fuck pace, pushing Jordy to do the same. Pretty soon they had it worked out. A steady well-oiled fuck machine, with Nelson the filling in a pro-jock sandwich. They didn't come simultaneously, it was more like a rolling succession of orgasms.... Jordy's... Sean's.... Aaron's... before it was Sean blowing again. The guys unpaired a few times and rearranged positions, but kept at it, living out their pent-up urges.
When they were done Aaron collapsed on the king bed, his perfect quarterback body framed by the bulk of the bottom jocks on either side of him. He gave Sean a soft kiss, then Jordy. "Thanks, guys," he whispered before he dozed off for a well deserved rest.
RELIEF
"Jesus! Fuck!" the man cried as he got his nut, his 40-something body sprawled out on top of Chase Daniel's prone passive body.
The chauffeur pulled out of Daniel's humpy ass, the thin dribbles of his third load trickling down between the QB's hairy thighs. Chase didn't have the trim stomach of Murray or Smith, but the older man relished the combination of loose hole and snug-tight insides. He'd had no problem going for the gold and getting off inside the athlete.
"I think that did it for me, fellas. You damn well fucked me out."
Alex Smith looked on at the top with puppy dog eyes. "That was real hot sir." He leaned over and kissed the driver, who responded with a slow, passionate kiss. Smith was sure one romantic guy for a top athlete, the man thought.
Then he felt a muscular nude body nudge at his left flank. Aaron Murray. The dude he'd dreamed off for so long. Since those Saturday afternoons years ago watching Georgia play. The man had watched the NFL Draft with anticipation and had to unzip when Murray had his time to be called up. Just the sight of the SEC star going pro was enough to push the man to orgasm.
Now he felt Murray''s fingers on his spent rod. Which maybe wasn't so spent, because as Aaron's fingers teased the length it had every bit the hardness of a half hour ago.
"Nice cock ya got sir," Murray growled into the man's mouth. "Sure you don't want to make me a bitch again? Pound my horny hole?"
The man would probably be shooting blanks soon but as the two athletes manhandled him he lay back and let Murray crawl on top of him while Alex Smith positioned himself to sit his spermy ass on the top's face.
HALFTIME ENTERTAINMENT
Herbstreit was in the middle of a dimly lit basement. There were a half-dozen or so of the Colorado fraternity brothers that had been invited. A sheen of sweat formed on Kirk's fuzzy-blond muscled dadbod, his muscles popping as he unconsciously flexed for the younger men, keen to show off his virility and the bulk he still kept tight at 46 years old.
If the younger men had any issue with the commentator's age, they weren't letting on. Already, Kirk's guts felt full from the loads he'd taken and as he steadied himself for their appreciative eyes, he felt some of the frat jizz drip out of his hole before he clenched up his ring tight again. Damn, his belly felt so extended with spermloads, he wasn't sure how much he could take.
But the tallest of the guys, Ray, had one hell of a dick and was throwing hard again. Kirk shook his body in a muscular dance, like a strip tease, but his clothes had long gone and he had only his ex-QB daddy body to interest these young men. He gyrated his hips lewdly, feeling his beer-gut sized cum belly jiggle with the motion as he tried to keep in the sperm. Successfully so far, other than the dribbles running down his calves now.
As he set his sights on Ray, the middle-aged sports commentator felt a little guilty that he was neglecting the sophomore sitting beside him, Kyle. The one who'd been eyeing Herbstreit with puppy dog eyes the whole evening, the one who confessed he regularly jacked off to College Game Day, the one who asked his frat buddies to videotape him fucking his idol, as a souvenir. Kirk could let that flattery go to his head, but it didn't quite match the sheer imposing power of the ten-incher Ray had. So as the man showed off and swayed his blond, furry masculine body, his attention was increasingly turned to the tall underclassman, whose giant boner throbbed. "Ready for another fuck?" Kirk asked him, matter of factly. "Ready to pump another load in me, buddy?"
Ray spread his legs, showing off his prize erection. "Fuck yeah. Only your tanks look pretty full already."
The fellows all laughed lewdly. But the taunting made Kirk smile and pat his swelling sperm-filled gut. "I wanna see how many I can take."
"Lean against the wall," Ray commanded and smirked as Kirk did just that, walking over and leaning forward, bracing his upper body with his hands. He didn't look back, thrilling on the anticipation. Until he felt the college kid behind him, erect and eager. The frat dude was a pro at this all right, zeroing in on Kirk's wet sopping hole and boring that big monster of a cock inside.
Kirk let out a loud "oof" and had to bite his lip as that giant phallus drilled into him. And again. The frat fucker was hard in his rhythmic pounding thrusts, getting rapid as he jackhammered in and out. Nasty, wet sloppy noises resonated in the room as Kirk couldn't hold all of the internal load and it started seeping out around the thrusting cock. The noises got sloppier and juicier.
"I call this move churning the butter," the alpha frat dude boasted as his dick whipped up the spermy assload into a frothy, chunky white foam between Herbstreit's blond-furred muscle cheeks.
"Oh Jesus, man, that's sick!" one of his buddies said, stepping up for a closer look. "Pound that sloppy pussy."
Herbstreit's eyeballs were practically rolling into the back of his head. He'd wanted to get used by some younger horny dudes this weekend, but he was surprised how much these Colorado boys were pushing him to the edge of his sexual endurance. And how much he was liking it.
Thick globs of whipped up frat jizz plopped down to the basement floor in a steady patter as the power top drilled away.
All of a sudden Kirk felt empty as Ray stepped back, his ten-incher wet and chunked with globs of coagulated jizz. "Damn, daddy, I almost shot load number three in ya. Maybe you should ride me instead, I'll last longer that way."
Herbstreit nodded dumbly as he tried to regain his focus. By the time he caught his breath and consciousness, Ray was sitting back in the arm chair, that erection slick and pointing straight up. The white spermy froth clung to lengths of the college stud's rod, suggesting to Kirk what the wetness filling his own furry crack must look like as he sauntered forward.
"That's right, dude, come sit on my fat fucker," Ray commanded and both men grunted in excitement as the beefy man straddled Ray's trimmer, tauter body. Ray patted the man's stomach. "Shit, buddy, how many loads you holding?"
"Dunno," Herbstreit replied. "At least 20. Beat my record from last year already." With a steady motion, he sat down on the giant erection, sighing as his guts got stuffed full again. Kirk was bone hard and turned on as fuck as he began to ride this young buck steadily. Up and down, bracing his arms on the chair arms to steady his muscular ex-jock body, he started a regular fuck rhythm on his top's big bone.
"Nice," Ray said. "Does Daddy need some loving?" he growled and reached up and pulled Kirk down into a tongue-heavy kiss, making the older man moan and spurt his pre all over the young man's smooth torso. Increasingly Ray was taking charge again, thrusting his cock up into the older man, starting to fuck now.
Then, once more he stopped. And Kirk felt something else at his elastic hole. Another cock. He couldn't tell what was happening exactly but out of his line of sight Kyle was stepping up to the plate, eager to live out his lifelong fantasy. DPing the College Gameday dude!
Herbstreit practically shouted into Ray's mouth as he got penetrated. He didn't stop it though, since he was curious if he could take it. He was just thankful that Kyle wasn't nearly as hung as Ray.
What he didn't expect was what having two cocks of different length inside him at the same time would do. Instead of one thick battering ram, it felt like a two-cylinder piston giving a one-two punch to his prostate. He pulled off of Ray's mouth, not to scream but to encourage his dual fuckers. "God guys that's it. Ram my fucking hole. Get me off!"
Ray leered and Kyle smiled like a happy kid. The reality was surpassing his fantasies even. Particularly when the 46-year-old started to orgasm. It wasn't a simple ejaculation but a long drawn-out ooze from his cock as he entered a solid two minute orgasm.
Herbstreit wasn't even aware, but the constriction of his ass, tightening down on those pistoning rods, brought both the frat guys off inside him.
"Fuck!" Kirk breathed as he felt Ray slip out first.
"Fuck is right," Kyle breathed, wrapping his arms possessively around the blond sports daddy. His prick was still bone hard and he didn't want to pull out. "I'm gonna stay inside you a little while longer, sir," he said.
DANNY'S FIRST GANGBANG
No one knew who turned out the lights, but Danny Amendola was glad they had still been on when he got his cherry copped. As Jay Cutler talked him through the deflowering and muttered words of encouragement in his ear, Rams QB Case Keenum slowly pushed his meaty 7.5-incher inside the tightness of Amendola's sphincter. Case was hotter than any dude he could imagine getting screwed by at the QB Club party, and he felt honored to be losing his virginity to the virile 28 year old. Especially because Keenum fucked Amendola through his first anal orgasm, then made out with the beefy wide receiver stud for a while, until he was humping Danny once more, working the novice bottom up to his second O before dumping his own top seed inside the Patriots jock.
By the time they uncoupled Cutler was already face down and moaning at the sensation of Colts fullback Tyler Varga's fat piece pushing inside him. Case gave Danny a quick appreciative postcoital kiss. "You took it like a champ, bud," Case said, running his fingers along the bottom of Danny's chin. "How you feeling?"
"Awesome," Amendola beamed. "It was everything I hoped for. Better."
Case nodded his head to the group of guys - pro athletes, frat guys, and DILFy veteran sportscasters who were circled around the pair, jerking off in anticipation. "Ready to take a few of the fellas on? I get the feeling they don't mind sloppy seconds."
"Or thirds," Rich Gannon chimed in, stroking his legendary tool which stood up high between his spread hairy thighs.
Danny looked in awe at Gannon's equipment, then over at Bucs QB Josh Freeman, whose big piece was recharged from his warmup fuck of his teammate, punter Jake Schum, over in the adjoining cabin earlier.
Even bigger was one of the fraternity brothers, face barely visible between his Colorado baseball cap, who looked impossibly hung. The bottom athlete shuddered thinking about that long tool buried all the way inside his guts.
Amendola was apprehensive but knew his answer. "Bring 'em on," he said bravely.
So that's how it started. At some point someone decided an anon breed session would be even hotter and turned off the lights. And now Danny Amendola was feeling his fourth cock fucking good and steady into him. Top #3 had finesse, but this new guys' fuck strokes were just as exciting for their impatience. Particularly when Danny felt the man's heavy breath on the back of his neck and the tap of a hand at his. Cutler's no doubt, as the two were laid side by side, each pulling a train. He felt his bottom buddy's hands circle fingers with him in an affectionate gesture as Top #4 blew his gasket deep inside him with a loud roar.
"Christ!" the top said as he pulled back. Amendola thought he recognized Brian Hoyer's voice but couldn't be sure. "Whoever's next is gonna get a real slopped up hole."
Danny shuddered in anticipation lying there, his hole empty and definitely wet as fuck. The spermy coating felt cool in the air until he felt the warmth of another man crawling on top of him. Not as big as the man before and definitely weighing less. But boy oh boy Top #5 was hung like a motherfucker. Thick but really really long. Probably the frat dude, Danny thought a little apprehensively. He wondered if he could take that guy. But he'd taken what the men had dished out so far and was determined to go the distance.
PUNISHING WORKOUT
"Sweet," Rob Gronkowski said as he and Tim Tebow examined the weight room setup of the cabin's basement. The 6'6', 265 pound tight end was wearing only a sheer white pair of compression briefs, which molded perfectly to his taut, muscular midsection, particularly the sculpted glutes he was so proud of. It was Gronk's favorite pair, mostly because it was his tops' favorite pair, from the way they looked so obscene to the well placed opening cut out in front of his asshole, to allow for easy access. He'd met many fuckers who had never realized they had an underwear and gear fetish until they met Gronk.
He'd even gotten Tebow to put on a pair. At first, Tim complained and said they looked like sissy underwear, but Gronk smiled as he saw Tim strut more sexily in them, and the famous Christian star's boner pop beneath the tight fabric. "These aren't so bad," the 245 pound muscle buffalo had finally admitted as the two men leaned forward and kissed upstairs in the living room.
Now they were admiring the brand new gym machines. The ones they'd found as they wondered downstairs in the deserted mountain cabin. Tim pulled down one of the pulleys and heard the weights lift up. But that wasn't what caught his eye. In the mirrored wall, from a round four-inch wide slit emerged a long penis shaped rod with each pull of the handles. Tim repeated the reps in fascination and pretty soon felt Gronk's firm hand on his bare shoulder.
"Some set up, huh?" Rob said.
Tim laughed and couldn't resist pressing his lips to Gronk's again. They made out and he could feel Rob's fingers press against the matching hole he had in his compression briefs. The sensation of the finger teasing him felt great and Tim reached over to return the favor. To his surprise Gronk's hole was wet.
"Dude, what the fuck? I thought we weren't supposed to get laid all week." His fingers curled into the moist spermy tightness of the Gronk hole.
"I didn't," Rob grinned. "Just saved up a few dozen filled rubbers I'd saved and frozen. Thawed those puppies out and used a turkey baster for a little pre-party fun."
"You're wild," Tim said.
"Dude, I'm not the one who took Flacco's fist last QB party."
Tim blushed as he remembered how out of control that one got. He nodded back to the pistoning dildo. "Speaking of some damage, this baby looks like it has the makings for one hell of a party," Tebow observed.
"Yo soy fiesta!" he laughed, reprising the trademark goof which had gone viral, and both men laughed.
"Wanna try it out first?" Tebow asked.
Rob nodded eagerly and got into position, doing a half crouch for a cable fly exercise. He wiggled his ass back. He gave shorter tugs at the cable to help line up the mechanical dick to his hole. Then with a hard jerk, he pulled the cables all the way down, roughly penetrating his own anus with the hard staff.
"God yeah!" He howled. "That's what I'm talking about. Hurts so fucking good."
He lifted his arms all the way up and repeated the brutal penetration. And again. Involuntarily sweat was forming on his brow and his quads quaked, but Gronk had a huge, dumb jock smile on his face. "Gonna brutalize my fucking hole, buddy. Turn that jock ass pussy to mush." The saved up jizz he'd injected up his own hole was now being forced out by the piston-like motion of the machine.
"Go for it, Gronk," Tebow encouraged, but jealous he'd not taken a go at the machine first.
Rob could read the desire in Tebow's face but he also wasn't ready to give up the machine yet. A week without dick had been too fucking long. "Why don't you see if there's another one around, buddy? There probably is."
Tim nodded and looked around before seeing a likely suspect. A leg press machine with a similar slit in the middle, positioned right were a man's ass would be. This one was wider, probably six inches in Tim's estimation. Quickly, Tebow set the weight and plopped down on the press machine. Tebow leaned back, his humpy muscle back resting against the pad, and got his feet in position.
With a grunt he pushed up and yelled loudly. "OWW!! FUCK!!" A thick dildo dong penetrated his pucker. The weight strained against his legs, but Tebow held the machine steady in that position, letting his insides adjust. He took a succession of quick shallow breaths, trying to keep from passing out, until the danger passed.
Gronk looked on, turned on like mad. He put even more force into the fly pulls, now building up a faster rhythm driving that fake cock in and out of his hole in brutal fashion. Letting the cable loose a little he got an idea and shifted his angle, leaning over even more. Then he gripped the cable securely and with as hard a contraction as he could manage, he jerked the weights up in one solid motion. The rod punched in a straight shot, good and hard right against his prostate. It was a blinding pain but an intense pleasure too, so much that Rob couldn't voice anything, not even a cry, as his dick shot a heavy spurt into his compression briefs, soaking the erect crotch with his Patriots seed.
"You coming Gronk? Just from that machine?" Tebow looked across the way, in awe at watching Gronkowski's big body wrack with visible waves of orgasmic pleasure.
"Whoa," Gronk finally said as he let the cables loose and stepped forward. His crotch felt wet and heavy with the soaked fabric. "I need to get one of these machines put into the Pats weight room," he mused examining the mirrored wall and running his fingers inside to feel the start of the rod. "Maybe at home, too. Tim, dude, I wonder what other equipment they have around here. Tim?"
Tebow couldn't hear him, he was too zoned out. He'd gotten the recovery to let him push up on the machine again, further this time. Not only did the rubbery intrusion enter further into his ass, but it started expanding, getting wider with each several inches that Tim pushed up. He did so gleefully, feeling his ass stretch and get further stuffed. This was as crazy as anything he'd ever felt. It was now as big around as Flacco's forearm, and Tim was straining his legs, seeing how much more he could take.
The orgasm didn't come with a jolt. Instead it was steady ooze of Tebow jizz into the shorts Gronk had lent him. Tim's full body quaked from the physical exertion and the sexual pleasure battling one another, feeding off one another.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any more intense, Gronk's face appeared above him, holding a used condom, with a heavy frozen load inside. "How about one of my special popsicles buddy?" he laughed and squeezed the sperm-ice out the end, right into Tebow's mouth.
Tim's ejaculation went into overdrive as the cold jizz touched his tongue, the bitter-salty-musky taste filling his mouth.
"Thought you'd like this one. It's Urban Meier's," Rob said and watched as Tim's eyes popped wide open in dazed excitement and his compression shorts soaked though, the pearly white cream dribbling out and cascading down the fabric.
The two men would have been a highlight for the tops watching on the closed circuit cameras, but they had all gone. As Gronk and Tebow explored the equipment, the rest of the QB club forgot about them. Fortunately, the video was being captured for later viewing and for showing at next year's party.
THE END